Moonchild | ot7 | Nineteen pt. 2

Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au.

Chapter Warnings: It’s Jimin’s turn! Smut!

WC: 6.4.K

“You smell positively devine, dove.”

That was how Jimin greeted you as soon as you met him in the living room for your supposed date. Open arms, looking good enough to bite with his blue jeans and white shirt.

You had dinner with the pack about an hour ago and the boy himself had sent everyone off to their room afterwards, reserving the living room of the den for the two of you to hang out tonight. There were more secluded places for you two to spend time together, away from prying eyes and ears, but knowing Jimin, that might be part of his plan.

He wasn’t a wolf to mark his territory with bruises on your neck or heavy scenting like some of the others, but you assumed that having some alone time with you in such an open room of the house was his way of laying claim.

“I smell like grass, sweat and Tae.” you groaned in response, wrapping your arms around his lithe frame. You were forbidden by Taehyung to shower, but you did clean up enough so you wouldn’t be uncomfortably dirty and you washed your feet and knees from all the dirt.

“You smell like you and Tae.” he corrected, soft hands cradling your face. “And that’s a combination that is making me–”

Jimin held your face in place so he could lean in and kiss your lips. Instead of it being a gentle greeting kiss, the blonde man let out a tiny groan upon tasting your lips. It had you melting against him and parting your lips for him to push his tongue into it and lick around yours.

If this is what he wanted to do all night, right at the entrance of the room, you’d be more than happy to indulge him. And you told him so:

“Mhmm, guess I’m okay with that, if you’re gonna keep kissing me like this.” you mumbled, going in for another kiss, only to pout when he didn’t let you.

“I can.” Jimin nodded with his nose gently bumping yours. “But there are some things I’d like to show you first. Come.”

You let Jimin slip his fingers into yours and drag you deeper into the living room. As winter was starting to settle in Dalju, the nights were a lot colder than it was during the day. Jimin was clearly trying to take advantage of it as he prepared the fireplace for the two of you to sit in front of, going as far as moving the fluffy white rug closer to it so you’d be comfortable.

He’d chosen to turn on the warm lights, instead of the really bright ones, and you were already relaxed from a nice dinner with the whole pack. Jimin should be careful, or you’d end up falling asleep on him in such a cozy atmosphere.

But something was missing.

Jimin was sitting on the rug, waiting for you, observing you walk around the room as you picked up cushions and extra blankets you found soft enough. After bringing all of them back to the run and organizing them however you thought worked better, you paused.

And then you looked at Jimin to find him watching you with the fondest smile and small, loving eyes.

“I’m nesting again, aren’t I?” you nibbled on your bottom lip.

“It’s like you were born for this.” he giggled sweetly and you tried not to pout too much as you gave up on fixing the pillows and sat in front of him at last.

You really wished you were. You wished, in times like these, in days like today where you were forced to think about your future and decisions you would have to make, that you really were born for this. You wished that you could be a wolf that had a late awakening, you wished that you could turn into a majestic, strong, incredible animal. You wished to be the real mate for at least one of them.

Swallowing the lump on your throat, you tried to focus on the present and on tangible things. Like the small glass box resting between you and Jimin. “What’s this?”

“Something I thought you might like to see.” he smiled, but his eyes were slightly concerned, as if he could sense your distress. “The twin’s birthday is on the weekend, so Hyejin just dropped this off while you were getting busy in the forest.”

“Shut uuuup.” you avoided his cheeky smile, looking at the small box instead. It was obviously an invitation to the pups’ birthday party. “I missed their visit?”

“By only an hour or so.” he assured you, and you just nodded softly. “But you’ll get to see them at their party.”

“So we’re going?” you smiled with the news and Jimin’s only grew.

“Of course we are.” Jimin confirmed, taking it upon himself to open the lid of the box and offer it to you. “It’s good to show alliance to their pack, we never know when we might need a favor. Plus, we thought you’d like to see them turned for the first time.”

“Yes! Oh, I’m so excited!”

You gushed, wondering just how cute the two wolf pups you were so fond of would be while in their human shapes. Would they look exactly the same? Would you know how to differentiate Sol and Luna?

You found a few things inside the box, like a scroll containing the actual invitation to the birthday celebration, addressed to ‘the Bangtan pack’. Not the Bangtan pack plus pet human. So you knew at least another pack in Dalju saw you as their equal, at least in a sense.

The second thing that caught your eye was a sleek, white stone; a perfect circle that felt smooth under your fingers.

“Is this a moonstone?” you didn’t really know much about gems, but you could recognize this one. Besides, the way it had been shaped reminded you of a full moon. If you looked at it closely, you swore you could see something glimmer inside it.

“Mhmm. It’s supposed to represent intuition, clarity and balance.” Jimin explained, placing his hand underneath yours so you could both hold the stone. “For werewolves, it’s considered a good luck charm. To be gifted one of these is a sign of good faith.”

You let the small sphere roll from your palm into his, picking up a small, corked jar filled with tiny seeds. “And these?”

“Ah. Wolfsbane seeds.” he laughed, head tilting slightly.

“What’s so funny?” you frowned, shaking the little bottle to hear the seed clank! against the glass.  “I thought these were supposed to be lethal for werewolves.”

“That’s the joke.” Jimin giggled again, explaining: “It’s not actually harmful for us at all. It’s just like silver, it doesn’t hurt us, but we made silly humans think it does.”

“I’m not a silly human.” your eyes where squinted at the backhanded insult, but the wolf man only smiled harder.

“No, just a cute one.” Jimin poked your nose, making your scowl break into a grin. “It also means innocence. Maybe you should plant it.”

“I would love to, but I don’t really have a green thumb. At all.” in fact, it was a little shameful, the number of plants you killed while working at Moonlight. “Maybe I can ask Taetae for help?”

“I’m sure he would like that a lot, dove.”

The thought of Taehyung and your little game this afternoon… The fact that you could still feel the remnants of it inside you, made you want to squirm. You were even wearing his white shirt, the one he gave you when you first made it to Dalju, before you even knew what courting was.

You knew Jimin recognized it and wasn’t offended by it, he was wearing one of Tae’s courtship gifts around his wrist, too. The blue and white threaded bracelet, worn out by time, was given to Jimin by a young Taehyung back at his family farm.

You reached for it absentmindedly, holding Jimin’s wrist to gently trace the bracelet and the warm skin underneath it.

“Taehyungie mentioned he told you the story of how we met.” the man started again, letting you hold his wrist. “I assumed you’d have questions for me, about my life before him and the pack.”

“Oh, I have so many!” you nodded, giving his hand a little squeeze. “Like… How old were you when you started wandering alone? What about your family? How did you make a living? How did you find Tae’s community? How–”

“Wow, wow, okay, breathe.” Jimin touched the side of your face to quiet you as he laughed. “We’ll get through all of your bullet points, okay? Just… One at a time.”

“Sorry.”

“I was fifteen when I left home. And my parents… Well, they always supported me with everything I wanted to do. From going to a performing arts high school, to finishing my studies remotely so that I could become a Tteunaegi.” true to his words, Jimin started to tell you his backstory. “Our pack was really small and tight knit, we all supported each other in what we wanted to do. And I guess that, me being an alpha made it easier for them to trust that I could take care of myself.”

“That’s very nice of them… But I’m sure they missed you.” you were still holding on to Jimin’s hand, running your finger across his palm as you tried to picture it in your mind; his family having to say goodbye to one of their own.

“We missed each other a lot, and I know my dad took it the hardest.” Jimin spoke quietly, it was just the two of you in the world at that moment. He let you keep his hand, fingers twitching when your thumb traced the inside of his wrist.  “But I’m sure you’re picturing it as camping in the middle of a forest somewhere and, while I did a lot of that, I also stayed in big cities. And even in most forests throughout Korea I still had phone service most of the time, so I could call home a lot.”

“Oh, that’s… Yeah.” you nodded with a breath you didn’t notice you were holding. “It makes me feel better.”

“Worried about me, dove?”

“Well, yeah.” you were staring at his hand as you carried on: “You’re just… You.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he laughed too sweetly not to know what you meant.

“Jimin, you’re an angel.” you chuckled under your breath, raising your eyes to look at his painfully beautiful face. “You’re just soft and cuddly and nurturing. And I know those claws can cut a bitch, but I think of you as more of a… glamping kind of wolf.”

“That’s because I am, trust me. At least now.” the man shrugged, taking your comments in the lighthearted way you intended it to. “But when I was younger I wasn’t really scared of getting my hands dirty.”

You couldn’t really see those perfectly filed nails getting dirty in the literal sense. The Jimin you knew was just so elegant, soft, expensive. You were pretty sure the LOVER shirt he was wearing right now had a name tag on it.

But then he started talking again and you realized that the man must have gone through a lot to reach the place that he was today. To be so comfortable under his own skin.

“You see, I always thought that being an alpha meant being strong and masculine all the time. I thought that I had to be tough and shit.” despite his little laugh, you could tell it was a sore subject. “And I am. But now I’m also comfortable with my delicate side. I’m not hiding it anymore.”

“Was that the reason you liked to be alone most of the time?” you asked after a quick thought. “What urged you to leave your pack?”

“Damn, is this a therapy session?” his cheeks were round as he smiled, bringing a hand into his hair to push the strands off his eyes. “Maybe it could be some of that, yeah. I am definitely more comfortable with myself now, and don’t feel the need to hide it like it did before I joined the pack.”

“How did you join the pack, by the way?” was your new question and you still felt like you had so many of those, still. “Because Tae said you couldn’t stay at the farm with him because you couldn’t settle down. But you’re part of Bangtan.”

“Taehyungie and I were the last ones to join. And you’re right, I’m not the kind of wolf to want to settle down in one spot forever.” he told you honestly, and you could relate to that in many ways. “But Bangtan, unlike the farm, never asked me to not go anywhere. I’ve traveled a lot since I joined the pack and Namjoon hyung trusts that I’ll come back every time.”

“And what about Tae?”

“He knows it too, I wouldn’t have left him behind.” the tone he used was serious and you knew it would kill him to walk away from the pack. God knew you felt a twist in your gut at the thought of being sent away. “I wouldn’t leave any of them now either. Especially not after you became one of us. So I guess that when we joined, I felt more comfortable traveling on my own knowing Tae would have Jungkookie and the hyungs to lean on. And they all trusted that visiting new places is part of my nature too. We respect each other like that.”

“That’s very beautiful.”

“It’s not like Tae never comes with me.” he added, pulling his hand from yours so he could get up and walk to the center table to pick up the wooden box he’d left there before you even joined him. “We’ve been to Paris together. And I took Jungkook to Tokyo once, because he wanted to go to Disney.”

“Really?”

“Uh uh.” when he sat back down, Jimin took away the twins’ party invitation and replaced it with the bigger wooden box. “That’s why I have this. It’s something else I wanted to show you.”

Jimin pushed it towards you, letting you be the one to pull off the lid, and you were suddenly a little overwhelmed with everything you could see inside. You didn’t even know where to start, with all of the pictures, concert slips, festival lanyards, postcards, hotel card keys, napkins with scribbles on them and so much more.

“It’s some of the things I kept from my trips.”

“And you’re okay with me looking through it?” you needed to know before you started.

“Of course, dove.” he insisted. “I want to share everything with you.”

You slowly and respectfully took things out of the box and placed them on the white rug, from bottle caps to wine corks, you stayed away from postcards as you didn’t want to pry to his more personal business, but you particularly liked looking at the pictures.

Almost all of them had something written at the back, with the date and place where it had been taken. Like the one of Jimin crouching down next to a cat that said “Jimin Missing Yoongi hyung, Paris ‘19”. There were quite a few photos of the seven of them together, which obviously meant the pack traveled as a group too.

“Where was this taken?” you asked without looking at the back, much preferring to hear the story behind it from the man himself. It was a picture of the Bangtan pack, looking a little younger than they were now, cramped together to fit in the frame, with a beautiful waterfall as their backdrop.

“That’s from one of the first trips we took together as a pack. We went to Northern Europe.” he told you, which explained why they were dressed for winter. “We went to a bunch of places and ended the trip in Norway. Well, six of us did.”

“Why six?” your eyebrows furrowed as you could see the seven of them in the picture.

“Namjoon hyung lost his passport and had to come home early.” Jimin laughed as he looked through a couple more of the pictures from that trip. “He almost made us all turn back, too, but we took a vote. Besides, Kook really wanted to meet Santa.”

“Of course he did.”

Jimin showed you pictures of them in Hawaii, Malta, New Zealand, museum booklets from his solo trips to America, France and Italy, and even a quick stop at Russia at some point. He had a plastic back with sand from Rio and a shell he picked up from Mexico.

“This is incredible, Jiminie.” you gushed, more than a little impressed.

“I hope I get to take you places someday, too.” his words made your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Where would you like to go?”

“I’ve never really been to too many places, and none were as incredible as these.” you were honest, making a neat pile of the photographs. “So you can take your pick and gladly follow along.”

“Guess I’ll have to take you everywhere, then.”

You knew Jimin meant every word behind his promise, and you’d go anywhere with him. Hell, you’d go into town with him to pick up groceries and call it a trip. After you made it to the bottom of the box, you started to put its contents back in, trying to use the same order as before. Jimin didn’t really care about the order of things as much as you, picking up whatever he saw first.

A polaroid had gotten away from the two of you, making you stretch your arm to pick it up. And it was a picture of a very pretty woman, wearing a blue wig, smooched between Tae and Jimin as the three of them smiled at the camera.

“Uhm. Who’s this?”

“Oh. I didn’t know that was still there.” Jimin’s slightly crooked and incredibly adorable front teeth pressed against his annoyingly plush bottom lip.

“Mhmm.”

“That’s Lalisa.” he got the box ou t of the way so he was able to glide his way closer to you, chin resting on your shoulder as you both looked at the picture. “A dancer Tae and I met in Paris.”

“I see.” you commented, trying not to sound too interested. At the bottom of the polaroid it read ‘crazy night at Crazy Horse’. “She’s cute.”

“Really cute.” Jimin chuckled, turning his face towards your neck and nuzzling into it. “The best dancer at a cabaret. Great at the pole.”

“How nice of her to stop to take a picture with her fans.” maybe trying to sound nonchalant wasn’t really working when his nose found the column of your throat and you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

“Ah, no, after the show we invited her out to have drinks with us.” Jimin mumbled against your skin, making you shiver as you tried to move an inch away from him.

“Uh huh.”

“She said yes, of course, not everyday you have two alphas interested.”

“Oh, is it not?” you chided, mouth moving faster than your brain as you said:  “Funny. I have seven.”

“There we go.” Jimin had one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he grinned against your neck.

“Was all of this to make me jealous?” you complained with a small groan, throwing the picture of the girl into the box.

“Not all of it, we did hook up with her.” he admitted while pressing kisses all over your neck. “But she had nothing on you, dove.”

“You can’t say that, w-we haven’t…” your groan turned into a blissful sigh that could be defined as a breathy moan as Jimin’s tongue slipped from between his lips to lick a stripe up your neck.

“No, I haven’t fucked you yet.” be mumbled dangerously low by your ear, making your eyes fall shut. “But the walls are thin and I heard you with the hyungs. And out in the forest with Taehyung, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” his lips pressed just under your ear, sweet scent of cotton and brown sugar making you a little drunk. “I know what makes Tae moan like that. I have no doubts you’re incredible.”

“Let me prove it to you, then.” you twisted your body sideways so you could face him. “Let me show you I can be good for you too.”

“How are you going to do that?”

Jimin knew exactly what you meant, blown out eyes and lowered lids as he stared at your mouth. And he was so incredibly beautiful that you couldn’t help but feel a little dazed, staring at him from up close like this. It was the poking of his pink tongue between his pouty lips that made you realize you were just staring and hadn’t answered his question yet.

Actions speak louder than words, you supposed, throwing a leg across Jimin’s legs to perch yourself on his lap. This was a position the two of you knew well, your preferred way to make out, bodies molding together as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Jimin followed your lead, circling your waist with his and pulling you flush against his chest. You smiled sweetly as his mouth was already slightly parted, just waiting for you. You started with tiny pecks against his bottom lip, growing bolder and sucking it into your mouth.

The plush, soft pillow dragged between your teeth and you bit onto it a little harder before letting go. It was all Jimin needed to groan and take it upon himself to finally kiss you. His hand found a spot at the back of your neck to hold you in place, tilting his head to the side as his lips molded around yours and his warm tongue pushed past yours.

You tipped your head to the opposite side of his, following every flick of his tongue as you grew dizzy. Out of all of the men, Jimin was the one to use his pheromones on you the most, which meant your body responded to it well, by now. You craved it, breathing it in, letting it turn your brain into melted caramel and liquify your bones.

“You really want to be good for me, huh?” he asked lowly, lips against lips, chest against chest. You only nodded, growing breathless when you swiveled your hips just once, hoping it would be enough of an answer as your brain failed you. “Then let them hear you sing for me, little dove.”

“What do you–”

With a flip, Jimin had you on your back on the rug, mindful of supporting your head with his hand and laying you on one of the pillows you added to the improvised nest. You were clinging to him, legs easily parting for his hips to slot in between them. The man gave your lips one last teasing lick before making his way down your neck.

You gave him more space to work with, offering your throat to him, and he took full advantage of it, by covering you with kisses, licks and sucks, all while his hands made work of the buttons of your shirt; Tae’s shirt.

You wondered just how many times Jimin had opened this same exact shirt to reveal the taut, tanned skin of the owner of this shirt, for him to know exactly how to work the pesky little buttons with so much ease.

The more buttons were undone, the lower Jimin’s lips went. Your hand was in his silky blonde hair, gently pulling on the strands as his mouth kissed just above your belly button. He’d reached the last button of the shirt, you realized, watching with glossy eyes as he sat up on his knees to watch you from above.

Your chest was rising with your every deep breath, under his lustful gaze, and Jimin used a light hand to push the fabric off your chest, one side after the other, revealing your breasts to him. Your back bowed as you let out a tiny, inviting sound, pushing your tits up.

Jimin answered to your silent request by bringing his face between your breasts, devilish eyes staring into your very soul as he held your gaze. Pink, pouty lips wrapped around your right nipple and he wasted no time in parting his mouth a little wider to savor more of your tit, playing with his tongue around your bud, hardening it with the flat of his tongue.

“Fuck, Jimin–” you sighed and moaned all at once, turning more high pitched as his teeth clamped down around it. “Holy fuck!”

“You sound so sweet, dove…” his eyes closed momentarily, kissed peppered against your skin as he switched to your left breast. “You smell–”

“Good?” you moaned, raising your hips to rub your clothed pussy against his muscular thigh.

“Devastating.” was his choice of praise, making you giggle before taking another moan from your throat.

“I take back what I said before.” your words were paired with new moans as he sucked harder on your chest. “You’re not an angel. You’re Satan himself.”

“Oh, pretty dove… Then I’m about to drag you to hell.”

Jimin’s hands were on your hips, hooking on the elastic of your shorts and pulling it down as his treacherous lips kissed your lower tummy. Your bottom half was left naked as he got rid of your shorts and panties, knees being pried open for him to lay on his stomach.

Your pussy was throbbing with want and your cheeks were burning as Jimin’s nose pressed against the inside of your thigh, his eyes closed shut as he took a deep breath, hips rolling against the rug to find whatever friction he could.

“I see Taetae left me a little surprise, huh?” Jimin grinned against your thigh, one of his hands slipping underneath it as his mouth got closer to your middle.

“Uh huh…” you nodded mindlessly, one hand reaching to tangle into his hair. “Tae said you’d want to clean it up yourself.”

“Mhm, he knows me so well, our sweet Taehyungie.”

That’s the last you heard before his mouth latched onto your pussy. Jimin had no reservations with how he pushed his tongue past your slick covered lips, parting you for his hungry mouth to feast on. If he wanted you to be noisy, he was making damn sure you didn’t need to fake a single moan.

Jimin’s tongue worked on your folds, licking you up and down slowly and carefully. The tip of his strong muscle circled your clenching hole, pushing in so deep that it shocked you how long it was. The werewolf licked around you, collecting what was left of Taehyung’s cum, swallowing it audibly enough for you to gasp and moan louder.

He was moaning against you, groaning and growling against your pussy, each sound bringing vibrations all over you and making you tremble. Your hand was tugging at his hair as you lost your mind and fell deeper and deeper into the fog.

“That’s it, dove–” Jimin moved his lips upwards, kissing your clit and making you jolt.

“Feels so good, gonna make me cum like this–!”

His laugh told you he knew that without you needing to say anything. His eyes were on you as his lips wrapped around your swollen clit and he sucked on it softly. It was too much for you, you couldn’t handle the wickedness behind them, turning your face to the side and–

“Oh!” you gasped as you caught movement on the hallway, past the kitchen.

You didn’t see who it was, the pack member was too quick on his feet. But his shadow was still being cast on the floor, so you knew you were being watched. That knowledge made you clench harder, throbs and waves of pleasure taking over you. It also made you louder, moaning and arching your back and using your free hand to palm your own tits as Jimin ate you out.

“Please, please, like that–” you cried out, mouth agape as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!”

Jimin had to hold your hips down as you started to violently shake, coil bursting like the snap of a string, plummeting down an imaginary cliff. He kept licking and sucking your lips, circling your hole and lapping at your clit, driving you to a delicious oversensitivity.

“God, your taste is amazing.” Jimin was on his knees in a second, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb and sucking on it as he stalked your body.

“You are amazing.” you whined, trembling hands grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt to pull it out from his pants. “So fucking good, fuck.”

You sat up a little too fast, growing dizzy with the movement, so Jimin held you by the shoulders to help you settle. You giggled and pushed your shirt off your shoulders the rest of the way, freeing your arms and reaching for Jimin’s shirt again.

It was a really nice one, felt soft to the touch as you raised it higher on his body, revealing a tight stomach, deep v-line, perfect belly button and dark brown nipples. Jimin pulled it off the rest of the way, uncovering his perfect body as you kissed wherever you could reach of his stomach. You felt his muscles moving under tight skin as he breathed and moaned, the hand on the back of your head encouraging your kisses.

Your hands were moving up and down his thighs, nails dragging on his jeans, and you wanted them off. You looked up at him, blinking slowly as your fingers reached the button and fly of his pants. Jimin looked as fucked out as you felt, head falling backwards as you palmed him over his pants.

“Will you lay down for me?” the words were coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t recognize your voice. “Please, alpha?”

The hand on the back of your head moved to your chin and jaw, tipping your face so he could press his lips against yours, harder than before. You were already breathless, trying to keep up with the sloppy kiss as your tongues rolled together and you tasted yourself heavily on his tongue.

“Anything for our pack omega.”

You whined and pressed your legs together, a shiver running up and down your spine. Jimin let go of you to stand up and get rid of his pants and underwear all at once. His cock bounced free before his pretty hand wrapped around it, giving it lazy strokes as you moved out of the way so he could lay down at the spot you occupied a second ago.

“You are so stunning, Jiminie.” you mumbled under your breath, hypnotized with the way his body moved, muscles and soft skin in all the right places.

You didn’t hear a reply, looking up to his face to find him staring at the ceiling, pink cheeks as he deflected from your praise. But his hand was still pumping his cock, showing you it didn’t make him uncomfortable, maybe he liked it more than he was ready to admit it.

“Every part of you is perfect…” you continued softly, fingertips tracing the faded lines of stretch marks you found on the side of his thigh. His hand sped up, jerking himself off to your praise, drops of pre-cum leaking from his slit. “So fucking handsone, touching yourself for me.”

Dove, please. He sounded whiny in your mind as his lips parted and he let a dragged moan escape him. Do something, or I will.

“I’m planning to.” you smiled, moving to settle on top of him. “No need to get impatient, alpha.”

“Aw, fuck–”

You straddled Jimin’s hips, taking his cock into your own hand and lining his tip to your entrance. You rolled your hips back and forth, brushing his cock up and down your folds, your slick collecting on his tip and you used it to cover his shaft. Your moans were echoing in the living room, getting louder as you started to sink lower and lower. His tip breaching your hole came with a bit of an ache, the fat head spreading your walls, but you were so wet that the rest of his cock went in a little easier.

His hands were on the dips of your waist as you bottomed out, sitting flush and impaled on his cock. Your hands found balance on his stomach, back arching as you felt him in your guts.

“And you have the audacity to say I’m perfect.” he chuckled, giving your ass a good squeeze before bringing his hands to your hips.

“This would hardly be a tie–”

Your laugh was cut off as a bitter feeling took over you, like a stone was just dropped to the bottom of your stomach. You felt anxiety and worry all at once, as if something was really really wrong. Despite Jimin’s scent, touch and presence being extremely soothing, something else was keeping you alert.

Looking up and ahead, all you could see was your own reflection in the glass wall of the den. The lights of the living room didn’t allow you to see the outside, except for the two yellow dots–

“Does it hurt, dove?” Jimin’s hand slipped between your bodies so his thumb could draw circles around your clit.

Your lack of movement must’ve tipped him off that something was wrong. And it was, but not in the way that he was thinking. Although the press of his finger on your sensitive bud was distracting enough to make you sigh and your eyes fluttered closed.

The little voice at the back of your mind was telling you to be wary of your surroundings, but when you opened your eyes again, staring at the glass in front of you, you couldn’t see anything out of place. For your own piece of mind, and trusting that the pack would know if something was actually wrong, you chucked off the yellow-ish reflection to the fireplace and pushed it out of your mind.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, rolling your hips in a full circle to prove. “Just so damn full.”

“Don’t lie to me, I know you like it.” he grinned, more like wolf than man. “With the way this pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight–”

“You’re one to talk, you were about to cum in your hand if I didn’t move.” you tried to sound bratty, but your tone was so whiny it made Jimin let out a mocking laugh.

“Then how about you do that, hm?” the man sat up on his elbows, thumb never leaving your clit. “How about you move for me?”

You were nodding as you started to move your hips; side to side, front to back, half swivels and up and down thrusts. You were testing out whatever felt good, what made Jimin groan and moan the most. The man liked everything, it seemed, eyes roaming your body as if he owned it.

And, at least right now, he did.

Your hands moved up to his chest, making your body be positioned at an angle that gave your thighs more power to move, had his cock lodged inside you just right. It became less strenuous to slide your pussy up and down his cock so you could play with your speed and how hard you rode him.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Jimin’s back was arching this time, as he was the one squirming underneath you as you squeezed around him and started a steady pace.

“Yeah?” a rhetorical question, of course, you could tell he was loving it as much as you were. “Think I’d be good at a pole, too?”

Jimin laughed hard, because yes, you were still thinking about the dancer they met –and obviously slept with– in Paris. The laugh turned into a hiss as you started to ride him faster and harder, ass slapping against his legs as you bounced. You had a point to prove, and you’d do it even if you woke up sore the next morning.

There was nothing funny anymore, not for you and the way your tits were bouncing with the force of your movements, or how his cock hit you deep and brushed your sweet spot with every thrust, and nor for Jimin and his shameless moans.

His hands took control of your ass, guiding you up and down his lap at the speed that he wanted, which surprisingly worked even better for you, too. Jimin’s strong body was lifted off the floor to press his chest against yours. Arms and hands had you bouncing on his lap as your new orgasm was fast approaching.

You held him by the neck, lips meeting his for a sloppy kiss that was so dirty and wet, just a mess of tongues and lips and smacks that you couldn’t focus on anything other than the tightening of your lower tummy, the tremble on your thighs and–

Fuck, Jimin was groaning against your neck, his hot release spilling all over your walls and filling you up. It was his orgasm that tipped your own, pussy spasming and clenching around his cock.

Knot her… Gotta knot omega. You weren’t really used to hearing much from Jimin’s wolf, but those words… Fuck, that’s all you needed to hear.

“Dove?” the man still checked, hoarse tone and breathy words, and you sank down harder to make sure his knot would be shoved deep inside you once it started to swell.

“Want it, alpha…” you whimpered against his lips. “Want your knot, please.”

You didn’t give him much of a choice as you squeezed around him, pussy latching onto his knot and making the two of you stuck before the base of his shaft even started to fill and swell up. Jimin held you into his arms as if you were the love of his life, this precious thing he’d protect with his own.

And you held onto him just as strongly, body dripping with sweat, chest heaving, mind so deep into the haze that you didn’t notice when your teeth grazed the skin on his neck, making his wolf howl.

If only you’d bite him, he thought. If only you’d choose him.