Moonchild | ot7 | Fifteen

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: Smut !!!!! Finally!!!

WC: 11K

You couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t lay on your bed, safe and sound, and close your eyes, pretending everything was fine.

Nothing was fine. And it wouldn't be fine while you knew Jungkook was all alone out there, suffering on his own.

And what made it worse was the fact that you could hear him. Calling for you, whining and whimpering for relief. You could feel it with every cell on your body, every nerve ending lit up on fire as you heard his loud howling.

It was starting to hurt you too.

Your heart was breaking, you were growing distressed and restless by the second. Jungkook needed you, you knew you could help him. No matter what Namjoon, or the others, said. Jungkook wouldn't hurt you, ever. You trusted him with your life.

What am I still doing here? Was something you asked yourself quite often. If you were this anxious, craving Jungkook as much as you were, you couldn’t even imagine what he must be feeling like.

Away from the pack.

Away from you.

You'd ask for the forgiveness of your alpha tomorrow.

Tonight, you would do what your instincts were begging you to do.

The weather outside was cold as the clock marked a little over 3am and freezing to death wouldn’t help anybody, so you bundled up with warm clothes over your pajamas and got dressed in the thickest winter coat you owned. Boots were keeping your feet warm as you grabbed a flashlight from the bathroom; you knew where it was stored in case of power outages.

The house was eerily quiet outside of your bedroom, but you were smart enough to not leave through the front door. Not only were the floorboards creaky at this time of night, the members’ superhuman hearing would get you caught before you even unlocked the door.

Thankfully, you had a balcony. And said balcony had a small set of stairs that led straight into the backyard of the home.

Once you were out and ready to sneak into the woods, no sign of movement inside the house behind you, you started to notice a few holes in your plan. The forest was huge. You had no idea where you were supposed to go. Namjoon told you the cabin Kook was in was near, but that didn’t mean it was close by human patterns. You had no idea what kind of danger lurked inside the dark forest at this time of night.

But you were undeterred, feeling the pull, the need to find Jungkook, make sure he was okay. You weren’t quite convinced what you would do once you saw him, what kind of feral state you would find him in, but even seeing him briefly, speaking with him through the door… It might help. And you were willing to give it a try.

You’ve been in a situation like this before, during the ceremony a few days ago, where you had to depend on your instincts to find Jimin. And you did it. You could only hope you could trust yourself one more time.

You started walking, putting on a brave face as you illuminated the floor with the flashlight, even if the full moon shining bright in the sky was doing a much better job at making you see where you were going.

The woods were noisy, even at this hour, and you hadn’t quite decided if you liked that better or not. Owls were hunting, night critters were singing, at some point you thought you heard a deer rushing past you; at least you prayed it was a deer and not something bigger.

Come on, Jungkookie… Now you decide to go quiet? You were thinking to yourself, a good fifteen minutes into your walk, taking small turns whenever you thought you should, or when the path you were taking looked used enough. You were about to turn back and give up when you saw a faint flickering light in the distance.

Nice omega. His wolf was crooning as Jungkook tried to focus on washing the dishes, well aware of your moving around upstairs. Came all the way here for me. Offering herself up, ready to be filled and bred.

Jungkook nodded to himself, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Can smell her slick even from here. Bet she tastes even sweeter. Go up there. Take her. His wolf was coaxing him into moving and Jungkook could feel himself slipping harder and harder as he fought heavily to hold it back. Make her present herself. She’ll make the prettiest sounds, too. Fuck her so hard the hyungs will hear her cries all the way from the pack den–

“Kookieeeee.” you called, sweet and whiny.

Jungkook turned around with a low growl tearing from his throat as he looked up. You were leaning against the short railing of the loft, which was low enough to be considered dangerous. It instantly stressed him out as you could so easily fall and your fragile human body would take forever to recover.

How could you smile so innocently at him, having the audacity to lick your lips and blink slowly? She’s asking for it. His wolf told him, and Jungkook felt himself agreeing.

“Come up here!” you called again. “Come see what I did.”

“What did you do, little wolf?” his voice had a new low grumble to it.

Jungkook took action and climbed the ladder by skipping a few steps at a time to reach the top a lot faster. He was still standing on the stairs as he saw what you were so damn proud of, something that made Jungkook croon as his wolf wail in happiness.

A nest.

You had taken the pillows and blankets he left out and reorganized his bed, making it a lot better than before, if he could say so himself. The mattress was on top of the platform that he built! You had placed pillows and cushions on all edges of the bed, so no matter where you both laid, you’d be comfortable. All of the blankets had been laid on top of each other, to make the surface of the nest a lot softer than the mattress on its own.

“What do you think?”

You asked nervously as Jungkook just… Stood there, staring.

Based on what Namjoon had explained to you about nests, it was a pretty big deal amongst their kind, and they had been really happy when you unknowingly created one in the playroom. Which is why you tried to make another one, for you and Kook, with the many pillows and covers you found laying around in the loft.

You wished you had candles, maybe some string lights to hang from the ceiling, a record player or sound speaker so you could add soft music to the background. But you worked with what you had, hoping it would be enough to make your alpha happy.

But Jungkook’s silence and stunned reaction made you worry.

Wolves were territorial beings above all, maybe he was offended you touched his stuff, moved things around– But the mattress was almost uncovered, nothing had an order, it didn’t have enough pillows! You were just trying to help–

Jungkook’s low, warning growl made your mind stop spinning.
Omega is stressed. You heard him say in your mind. The nest is perfect, why is our omega stressed?

“Koo?” you called softly, falling on your knees in the middle of the bed, heart beating so fast as you breathed in his stronger scent you were growing dizzy. “Is that your wolf I can hear?”

Take care of our mate. You heard it again, noticing how Jungkook’s eyes were turning black, small growling noises bubbling from his throat.

Jungkook was slipping, but so were you. His pheromones were thick in the air, clinging to your skin, making you submit to him in the most beautiful way. But he was so far away from you, you needed to feel him close, you needed him inside your nest.

You need to invite us in.

Oh, right.

“Alpha, please.” you whined, and something in Jungkook snapped, making him walk the rest of the way to you. He crouched down, still outside of the nest, head tilting to the side as he watched you with blown out pupils.

“Baby.” Jungkook’s voice was horace, almost unrecognizable, sending tingles all over your spine. “If you invite me in, I’m not sure I’ll–”

“I trust you.” you said, reaching a hand out for him. “Come into our nest.”

Jungkook was careful with the way he crawled over the bed, most likely noticing how you held your breath in fear he was going to knock anything out of place. But he was respectful with your creation, careful, gentle and thankful. You could feel the happiness oozing out of him, your bond never felt so strong, you felt connected to him in a way you never thought was possible.

“My pretty little wolf.”

Jungkook touched the side of your face with a warm hand, pressing his lips gently against yours. The more he moved forward, the more you leaned back. With his free arm around your back, the man gently laid you down on the nest, head resting on one of the many pillows you placed around.

You instantly parted your legs so his hips could fit in between, hugging him by the neck as his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking your permission to kiss you deeper. You opened your mouth to him, whining as his tongue licked yours; slowly, teasing, pushing yours this way and that.

His skin felt so hot under your fingertips, but so smooth and perfect you couldn’t help but want to touch all of him, hands exploring his back and his sides, feeling every shift of his muscles as he squirmed on top of you.

As your hands rested on his tiny waist, you pulled him down and against you, swiveling your hips to rub yourself on his erection; the pressure you felt on your core when he pressed harder against you made you moan and gasp and Jungkook swallowed every single little noise.

“Fuck, your smell–” he groaned as his lips slipped to your jaw and you arched your back. “I could cum from your smell alone.”

“You can if you want to.” you assured him, rocking your hips harder against his cock.

Jungkook pulled away from you with a small laugh, standing on his hands and knees above you. He was absolutely gorgeous like this; Jungkook hadn’t had a haircut in the two months you’ve been in Dalju, his hair was so long and absolutely messy, swollen lips from kissing you, flushed face and neck.

But you still whined because his body wasn’t touching yours anymore.

“Jungkook!” you pitifully complained with a spoiled pout.

The raise of his eyebrow was enough to make you bite your lips and shut up, avoiding his eyes as you stared off to the side.

“What happened, huh?” he teased, leaning down to drag his nose on your exposed neck. “So quiet all of a sudden?”

“You–” you tried, but his teeth nipping at your skin made your words turn into a moan.

“Me?” he laughed against your neck, licking your skin, choosing a spot to suck on.

“Please, Jungkookie.” you whined, hands reaching out for him, trying to pull him back to you, but he escaped you again, this time sitting up on his knees between your legs.

He was the one supposed to be suffering with his rut, but you were the one whining for your lack of pleasure. Not that seeing his perfect face and perfect body wasn’t making you feel all kinds of ways, but you could see his cock tenting his sweatpants and you already had a taste of him. Now you wanted more.

“Can you be good for me?” he asked, hands on your sides as he pushed up his shirt on your body, revealing your bottom half for him. You nodded, wiggling your hips in an invitation. “Will you let me taste you?”

“Please, oh my god–” you nodded harder, making him laugh at your desperation.

For someone who had never done anything like this, Jungkook wasn’t the timid, inexperienced virgin you might have expected him to be. His fingers were determined as they hooked on the bands of your flimsy panties and pulled it down your legs, finding no resistance on your part.

Then again, living with a pack of other six men, ever since he was fourteen, you guessed he heard a lot of things and learned from his hyungs’ experiences.

As you opened your legs wider, his desperation finally matched yours.

Jungkook laid down on his stomach, hands slipping under your thighs to pull you closer to his face. Your nest was so comfortable and wide enough to fit the two of you that it was easy to feel like you were suspended in the air, floating on a cloud, eyes closing as you felt Jungkook’s warm breath on your most intimate part.

His nose dragged on your lips as he breathed in hard, groaning in response. Your face was hot and flushed, sure Jungkook could smell you so strongly, and it sounded like he absolutely loved it.

Your breath hitched at his first lick. A gentle swipe between your folds that turned harder the more of your slick he tasted. Jungkook was growling between your legs as his tongue explored your pussy, up and down, side to side.

You could tell his tuned ears were paying attention to what you liked, learning fast how to work your body, what made you cry out louder and what completely took your breath away. He also knew where everything was, finding your clit with the tip of his tongue and circling it slowly.

“That feels so good–” you moaned, hand reaching for his mess of long hair, fingers tangling in the soft locks.

“You taste amazing.” he groaned, working his whole mouth on you, making your noises grow louder and louder. “Might need to taste you every day now. It would be a sad life without it–”

You giggled, not sure his words were meant for you to hear, but chest filling up with pride nonetheless.

There was a pattern to Jungkook’s movements, you realized quite quickly. His lips and tongue would work on your clit, sucking, licking, circling it, then he would move down to your clenching hole to slurp and swallow, only to go back to your clit and repeat the actions. He must have learned that, by working your bundle of nerves, you grew wetter and wetter, making more of your slick spill out of you for him to drink.

And the idea of him teasing you like this, just to milk your arousal out of you for him to swallow, made you absolutely shameless with the way you moaned and moved your hips against his face.

“Fuck, you’re turning even sweeter.” Jungkook mumbled against your pussy, making your fingers squeeze his hair harder. You propped your body up with the elbow of your free arm so you could look at him, noticing how his hips were fucking himself into the mattress as he searched for a little pressure.

“That’s ‘cus I’m getting close–” you said in a meek, whiny voice, pulling on his hair to bring him even closer to your pussy.

Jungkook stared at you, between some strands of his messy hair that had fallen over his forehead, and you saw them beaming that beautiful yellow glow you were used to seeing on the men when they allowed their wolves to come out to the front. The intensity of his eyes, the way he was hungrily eating you out, lapping your pussy, absolutely delighted by your taste, made your back arch.

“Please don’t stop–!”

You begged, as if there was a single reason for Jungkook to pull away from you now. His fingers were squeezing your thighs so harshly you wouldn’t be surprised if it bruised. Jungkook wasn’t scared of exploring you, licking your pussy with greed and lust, letting out small noises of appreciation that mixed with your own moans.

His lips wrapped around your clit once more, but this time they stayed there; sucking consistently as his tongue played with it in persistent circles. Your orgasm had been building up steadily so far, you felt it coming miles away and did nothing to stop it.

You embraced the tension of your lower muscles, you basked in the clenching and tingling feelings, craving the relief that was a long time coming. Jungkook could hear the discharge of your heartbeat, the moan of his name as the band finally snapped.

Your body jerked with the force of your orgasm and Jungkook pinned you in place, licking everything you were giving him. Your fingers slipped off his hair as you trembled, back arching off the mattress as you cried in oversensitivity.

Knowing Jungkook would stay between your legs all night if you let him, you reached out and tapped him on the shoulder, his eyes were still glowing yellow as he detached his mouth from your pussy, licking his lips.

“Come here.”

He abided by your request, climbing your body to meet your mouth with his. Your taste was heavy on his lips and tongue as he parted them for you to kiss him and taste yourself. Your lips latched onto his tongue as you sucked it into your mouth, swallowing the remnants of your release, making him groan.

Determined to return the pleasure he had just given you, your hands moved down his toned stomach, both of them cupping his erection outside his sweatpants. Feeling the sticky mess seeping through the fabric, you pulled back to look at the mess he already made.

Sheepishly, he said: “Sorry– You tasted too good to hold back.”

Sleeping tangled up with Jungkook was so good that sleeping on your own would never satisfy you anymore.

The fire had gone out in the early hours of dawn, but his body was so warm around yours that you didn’t need to pull out one of the many blankets from under you to cover yourself with it. In fact, you were so comfortable and slept so hard that the only reason you were awake already was because of the clarity seeping in through the windows of the loft, as the cabin apparently didn’t have any curtains.

Jungkook was a heavy sleeper himself and the sun apparently didn’t bother him as he stayed asleep when you moved from under his arm to sit up on the bed, stretching your limbs and yawning to send the sleepy away. You were about to attempt a swift escape downstairs to get breakfast started when you looked at the sleeping boy next to you.

You looked at Jungkook, really looked, frowning at what you saw.

His back was flat against the mattress and he was naked, his sleep shorts must have been taken off at some time during the night, now lying on the floor by the next, a dried wet spot showing you that he must have touched himself while you slept. It made you a little sad that he didn’t wake you up to help him, that’s what you were here for, but you understood he wanted you to rest.

His bottom lip was trembling as his muscles twitched, his skin was covered in little droplets of sweat. When you touched his chest, you knew he was having a high fever, just like he was when you first arrived at the cabin. Jungkook was mumbling in his sleep, painful groans that were absolutely heartbreaking.

You could feel his distress, your own heart picking up the pace as you wanted to help make him feel better, alleviate the pain and agony he was under.

As you watched his cock resting against his stomach, full, heavy and a little purple at the tip, you felt a little ridiculous.

Until yesterday you didn’t really know ruts were even a thing, and now you understood that the only way to make Jungkook feel good was to… Make him cum. You would have giggled at the thought if you weren’t so worried.

This was definitely something the Twilight author let out of her books, and every day you wondered just how the fuck Bella chose the old celibate vampire instead of the gorgeous, sexually prone, wolf-man that was a lot less toxic.

You’d choose werewolves over vampires any day.

Jungkook’s feverish groan was what got you moving.

“Jungkookie?” you called softly to the boy, pushing his hair away from his forehead, feeling just how warm his skin was to the touch. His shivers were full bodied and his eyebrows were twitching as he frowned in his sleep. “Oh, baby.”

You cooed, gathering your hair on the back of your head and tying it in a makeshift bun as you scooted down to kneel between his parted legs. You touched Jungkook’s body in what should be a soothing way, but it only made his stomach tense painfully and his eyelids flutter.

Okay, teasing is not the way to go, you thought to yourself as you held Jungkook’s throbbing cock. His tip was covered in a thick, white-ish layer of pre-cum that kept oozing out and dribbling down as you started working him slowly, tugging his cock, squeezing, thumb circling the velvety tip.

Soon enough Jungkook’s painful moans started changing, becoming ones of pleasure. You watched as his hands grabbed onto the sheets below him in pure instinct, not really awake yet, but being pulled back to reality as you held him up and leaned down to cover his shaft in kisses and licks that made an even bigger mess of his tip.

Jungkook’s chest filled with air as he took a deep breath and you watched his eyes flutter open, lazy, tired, blinking heavily as he fought to stay awake, to situate himself about where he was and what was going on. You stopped your movements as you tried to not overwhelm him and his smile when saw you between his legs was a little delirious.

“Hey, pretty boy.” you smiled softly back at him. “How are you feeling?”

“Been better–” his voice was raspy from the lack of use and he winced at the same time as his cock throbbed in your hand.

“It hurts a lot, doesn't it?” you asked him as your hand started stroking him again, watching him exhale a trembling breath of relief. “Is this okay?”

He nodded, no word leaving his lips as he didn’t hold back a moan that went straight between your legs.

Collecting the pre-cum that was dripping from his tip, you covered his shaft with it to make your hand slide up and down a lot more easily. You brought your mouth to him, leaving open mouthed kisses right under his head, where you had already learned was a really sensitive spot for him. You weren’t trying to drag it out, but it seemed that everything you were doing made him feel good, body relaxing little by little the more you touched him.

So maybe the end goal here wasn’t the only thing to give him the relief he craved. Maybe Jungkook could enjoy the path to complexion as much as the climax.

“You’re so messy…” you teased sweetly, thumb and pointer finger forming a tight ‘o’ around his cockhead, pumping the area under it with shallow movements just to make more of that bitter liquid spill out of him.

Jungkook trembled and he whined in pleasure, hips snapping up to fuck himself into your hand. You allowed him to do that for just a few seconds, holding his hips down with your free hand. You would never be able to hold him back, he was a lot stronger than you, but at your touch, he stilled.

Your tongue was out of your parted lips as you brought your mouth to his cock again, making a show of licking around the tip before wrapping your lips around him. Your tongue swiped at the slit, circled his head as you made suction movements by hollowing your cheeks.

You had to swallow a few times, as he leaked so much inside your mouth and your own saliva was pooling on your tongue. Jungkook definitely tasted different from past lovers and you weren’t sure if it was a rut thing or a werewolf thing, but it was definitely a lot more pleasant than you remembered pre-cum tasting.

Your lips were stretched around his cock, definitely the biggest you ever sucked, but it didn’t stop you from moving up and down as your hand worked on whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth. When you looked up, Jungkook was sitting up by his elbows, watching you with dark, hooded eyes, mouth parted as he moaned wantonly.

Knowing he was watching you made you arch your back and push your ass out, which made his shirt slip down to your waist, revealing more of your skin to him. As you bobbed up and down on his cock, pushing hard enough for him to hit the back of your throat, you moved your hips in teasing movements that made your ass cheeks wiggle.

“Fuck, baby, almost there–”

His hand held the back of your head, not pushing you down, but holding you in place as his hips moved in shallow thrusts, fucking your mouth, using you to feel better, to feel good. Your jaw was aching and sore with how wide you had to keep it so his big cock wouldn’t accidentally hit your teeth. Spit was dripping down your chin and neck as you took deep breaths through your nose, eyes stinging with tears you didn’t even try to hold back.

“You look gorgeous like this, little wolf–” Jungkook praised, which made you want to roll your eyes, but you held it back as you heard him groan loud and long. “Shit, don’t let a drop go to waste–”

Jungkook stilled and trembled as his orgasm hit you and his cum filled your mouth in thick ribbons. You did your best to obey, drinking and swallowing everything he gave you. You kept licking all over him, even after he let go of your head to fall back against the mattress, chest heaving, pink cheeks, no longer in pain.

“Better?” you asked as you let his cock rest against his lower stomach once more.

“I’m in heaven.” Jungkook had a dopey smile on his face that was accompanied by a giggle. “Come kiss me.”

“I have your cum in my mouth.” you pointed out but still climbed his body, settling on his lap, well aware you weren’t wearing any underwear and his cock was right beneath you.

“Don’t pretend it tastes bad.” Jungkook teased, holding the side of your face as he raised his torso until he was sitting up all the way, holding you by arms around your waist, pecking your lips softly.

“It really doesn’t.” you giggled, pushing his hair away from his forehead so you could see his face better. “I’m convinced I like everything about you.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” he grinned as your hands settled on top of his shoulders.

Jungkook was crooning, letting out little purring sounds. But then he looked at you and frowned, pretty pink lips forming a pout.

“What is it?” you asked him softly, pushing some of his hair behind his ear. Jungkook shook his head, but you insisted. “Come on, you can tell me.”

“You’re too dressed.” he whined, hands giving your shirt a little pull as if to confirm his words.

“I’m dressed in your shirt!” you giggled.

“You shouldn’t be wearing anything at all–”

You were shaking your head as the boy pouted harder, so you clearly had no choice but to pull the shirt off your body, revealing your completely naked form to him for the first time. Jungkook twitched under you, hands dragging up and down your sides as he looked at you with hooded eyes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

Omega has nice birthing hips.

Jungkook nodded with a groan and you giggled. At the sound of your laugh, he looked at your face.

“I like your wolf.” you said, still laughing.

“Yeah, he’s– something.” Jungkook rolled his eyes, making you laugh harder. “Sorry, he’s really chatty during these times.”

“It’s okay.” you assured him, leaning closer to take his bottom lip into your mouth. “As long as he likes me back–”

“Oh, he’s obsessed with you.”

“What about you, hm?” you moved up on his lap just so you could get a little closer to his torso, but the movement had your pussy gliding over Jungkook’s hard shaft, which made the two of you moan in unison.

“Fuck, baby–” Jungkook’s fingertips sunk in on the meaty sides of your hips, mouth dropping to your neck and collar bones. “Let me show you, then.”

You were mindlessly nodding as you hugged him by the shoulders, throwing your head back as one of his hands held one of your breasts and his lips latched onto the nipple on the other.

Jungkook’s lips and fingers were working on your tits, hardening your nipples the more he sucked and tweaked the little nub, groaning appreciatively, causing a dull ache to pulse between your legs. Switching sides, taking your other nipple into his mouth, Jungkook’s now free hand traced a path down your stomach and slipped between your bodies.

“Yes, touch me, Koo–” you mewled as you felt his fingers on your pussy.

“You’re soaking, little wolf.” he groaned against your chest as he let go of your nipple with a pop and hid his face between your tits. “Who’s got you all wet like this, hm?”

“You, baby,” you moaned as his fingers parted your lips, slipping between your folds easily.

You were holding onto Jungkook’s shoulders, cheek pressed against his, eyes closed shut as his long fingers played with your pussy. Again, you would never have guessed this was his first time touching a woman, as Jungkook knew exactly what to do. He dragged his fingers down to your clenching hole to collect your slick, bringing it back to your clit to roll it in small circles that made you moan louder and louder.

His middle finger moved back down and he slipped it inside you slowly, carefully, finding the delicious resistance of your thigh cunt. Which, of course, he commented on it, making your face flush:

“Such a tight little pussy… How will you take this cock, hm?” he teased as his arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you down just as he pushed his hips up, making you feel his hard cock on your clit as his finger moved around you.

“I can take it!” you assured him with desperation, pulling back to look at his face. “Want your big cock, Jungkook.”

“Better stretch you out then, yeah?” Jungkook asked with a smirk and you nodded. “Can you take another finger?”

“Yes, please.”

Your hand slipped into his hair as a second finger joined the first one. Your pained moan was swallowed by his lips and Jungkook kissed you, open mouthed, tongue pushing in to lick at yours.

Jungkook was careful as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, the slide made easy from how wet you were, how well he was working you open. You started to rock your hips in shallow trusts, pushing him deeper and deeper as he touched your walls in search of your sweet spot.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, right there!” you moaned against his lips, no longer able to kiss him back.

Your mouth was parted as Jungkook licked all over it, and your lips, as you couldn’t do anything but hold yourself by his shoulders, nails sinking on his skin, as your legs started to tremble and the squelching noises your pussy was making harmonized with his grunts.

“You’re gonna cum for me, yeah?” it wasn’t a question, not with the way you could feel your orgasm building fast, making you clench around his fingers each time they hit your g-spot without miss. “Then I’m going to stuff you full of my cock, and you’re going to cum again.”

“Fucks’ sake–”

You were having a hard time breathing as you felt the coil forming on your lower stomach, threatening to burst. And then the heel of Jungkook’s palm pressed against your clit in quick, harsh circles and you saw stars. With a loud scream of his name, you trembled and your thighs tried to close shut but his thick legs were on the way.

Your body was limp, twitching against his much warmer one, and Jungkook held you tightly as he fingered you slowly to help you ride your high until you could safely land back down.

Jungkook held you close to his body, kissing all over your face as he leaned forward to gently lay you down on the nest, making sure your head was resting on a soft cushion. You were breathing hard, letting out a small wince as his fingers pulled out of you. You were suddenly empty, but Jungkook’s glowing eyes told you that wouldn’t stay like that for long.

You watched through a haze as he brought his two fingers, messy with your release, to his mouth to suck and lick them clean.

“Jungkookie–” you mewled, spreading your legs for his eyes to see. “Please fuck me…”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” he mumbled under his breath, making your cheeks burn. “I’ll– Okay, there’s something you should know–”

You started laughing, a little delirious as you said: “Not the time to tell me you’re married or something.”

Jungkook scoffed and leaned over you, kissing your lower stomach, soothing your crazed giggles with his hands on your sides and legs.

“Not married, quite single, actually.” he teases with a small laugh of his own, turning a little somber as he said: “It’s more like a… Wolf thing?”

“You are not turning into a–”

“Oh, no, no–” Jungkook was shaking his head as he nosed your ribs, climbing up your body. “When I fuck you, I’m probably going to knot you.”

“You’ll what?” that made the mist recede a little more, as the unfamiliar word and the worried look on Jungkook’s face made you stress.

“Uh– Well, this is a horrible time to explain it.” Jungkook shook his head with a small laugh, noticing how his cock was laying heavy on your thigh, drooling pre-cum on your skin. “It happens during a rut– sometimes out of it too, but that’s rare. Basically, it’s to stop my cum from coming out of you?”

You wondered if Jungkook had a moment of clarity and was worrying about getting you pregnant. You offered him a sweet smile as you laid down more comfortably and took his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly as you said:

“That’s alright, baby.” as Namjoon has so bluntly put it, you weren’t ovulating right now, so it was quite alright. “You can cum inside me.”

“Fuck, really–” his eyes were glowing brighter and his teeth looked just a little longer than usual, a little sharper.

“You can knot me…” you said, not exactly sure what it was, but guessing it meant he’d keep his release inside you. “But no biting okay?”

“Right, I know, yeah.” he nodded, shaking his head and then his teeth reminded you of a bunny rabbit once again.

“Come here.”

Your right hand was brushing Jungkook’s tip between your folds, making it nice and wet, as your left hand held him by the back of his neck so you could kiss his mouth; deep, slow, but hard.

Jungkook was throbbing on your hand and your pussy was pulsating with need. You guided his tip to your hole, giving him a small nod that let him know he could move. The boy got too excited, hips snapping once, enough to push him into you at least half way. You bit down on his bottom lip with a painful groan and a warning hiss.

“Sorry, sorry–” Jungkook pulled back to look at you, hips absolutely still between your legs. His bottom lip was very red where you bit down, but you wouldn’t apologize.

“You should be careful when fucking someone, Jungkookie, your cock is really fucking big–”

“Thanks.” he grinned, but you squinted. “Sorry.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” you pulled him back down to kiss again.

Jungkook instantly parted his lips for you to lick his mouth and this time around he was a lot more careful with the way he pushed his cock inside you the rest of the way. He moved slowly, inch by inch, feeding off on your moans of pleasure, until his pelvis was pressed against yours and he was all the way in.

“You okay, baby?” he asked when your back arched off the mattress and your heart picked up its pace.

“So full–” you groaned, trying to wiggle your hips, but Jungkook was too heavy on top of you, his bottom half pinning you down. “Please move?”

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I need it–”

His small chuckle was too cute for someone who was sheathed inside you, stretching your walls as much as he was. Jungkook’s lips trailed kisses on your chest as his arms held him up to give him more space to move.

Jungkook gradually began to fuck you, slow with the way he pulled back, but a little harsher as he pushed in. He was testing out what felt good, you noticed, rolling his hips from side to side, pressing deep, alternating the long strokes with shallow movements.

Whatever he did, you loved.

But when he sat back with his knees on the mattress, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, you cried out in pleasure.

“You like this?” he asked as one hand kept your thigh in place as he pulled back and pushed back in, slapping sounds of skin against skin making you breathless.

“Yeah– that’s really deep.” you nodded, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “You can go faster–”

Jungkook growled as he took your hands, linking your wrists together as he held on to them to pull your body with each snap of his hips. You had nothing to do as your arms were bound by his hold, just laying there, taking everything he was giving you.

His pace was fast as hard, just like you asked him to, your body was rocking with every slam of his hips, both of you moaning out into the room, bodies covered in a shiny layer of sweat.

“Not gonna last, you feel too good–” he warned you and you nodded.

“Play with my clit, baby.” you told him though a whimper as his pace turned inconsistent.

The man let go of your leg to flick and roll your clit with his thumb, as quick as he was fucking into you. Your eyes were scrunched shut as you whined in oversensitivity from your previous orgasm, but it felt so good, another one already building up so fast you were tipped over the edge before you even realized it.

“Fuck, look at you, creaming all over my cock–” Jungkook sounded feral as he stared at the way your pussy swallowed his cock, wet noises rivalling the buzz on your ears as your orgasm gushed out of you in waves. “I’m gonna cum, ohfuck!”

Jungkook let go of your wrists and tumbled over you, holding you impossibly close as his hips stuttered and he pushed into you as deep as he could go. The mak howled, or maybe it was his wolf, and you hugged him just as strongly as you enticed him:

“Fill me up, baby… Fuck me full of your seed.”

His growls were deep and low, sending goosebumps all over your skin. Once he stilled, buried inside your cunt, you felt warmth filling you up. There was so much of it you expected to feel it leaking out, dribbling down your thighs, but instead you felt yourself stretching wider and wider, making you panic.

“Jungkook–”

“Shh, that’s it, baby, take my knot.” he groaned, face hiding on your neck as his lips attacked the spot where neck met shoulder. “Just gonna grow a little more, breathe deep for me.”

“What’s gonna grow– what the fuck is that–” you started to squirm, but Jungkook held you tightly until you realized that the more you moved, the more it hurt. “Jungkookie, I’m scared.”

The man let go of your neck to kiss your eyes and the tears that were wetting your cheeks, then your little pouty lips. The stretch was still there, but it stopped growing. Jungkook’s kisses were sweet, as were his praises of how well you were doing, how nice and tight he had to keep you so that his cum would stay inside you.

“I’m sorry, little wolf, I know it hurts.” he cooed, holding the side of your face to dry your tears. “It’s just for a few minutes, yeah?”

“Minutes–”

“About fifteen–”

“Jungkook!” you squealed, but it made your bodies move and his cock stir, as it was lodged inside you, you winced again.

“You might start to enjoy it if you just relax?” he tried, guilt all over his face as he studied your pained expression. “The hyungs say omegas go crazy for it–”

“Omegas– Jungkook, I’m human!” you groaned, wrapping your legs around his waist and it did help sooth the pain a little. “If you tear me, I swear–”

Jungkook’s whining made him sound like a wounded puppy, cutting your scolding short. The more he gently kissed and licked at your neck and throat, the more you felt yourself relaxing. Little by little, the ache between your legs went away; or maybe you were just distracted enough by the rumbling of his chest against yours.

Little by little, your breathing calmed, as did your heart.

In his defense, Jungkook did warn you this would happen. He didn’t really explain the process, but you should have asked him about it if you didn’t understand it. Either way, now you were stuck together for at least another ten minutes.

“Jungkookie?” you asked softly to make sure the boy hadn’t fallen asleep. “Since we’re kinda stuck here for a while, I have a question. Although it might not be the best moment–”

“You can ask me anything, little wolf.” he told you, head resting on your breasts.

“It’s about something Chan told me.” you started carefully, but Jungkook still growled at the mention of the other alpha. You kissed the top of his head as you said: “Shhh, it’s not like that. He just… Said you were friends once? Neighbors?”

“We were, yeah.”

“And, uh… Something about your parents?” you asked what you really wanted to know, softly scratching his scalp with your nails.

“Ah. Of course he would bring that up to you, just another way to make himself look better than me.” Jungkook sighed and you hugged him just a little tighter.

“Well, I don’t think he’s better than you in any aspects, so.”

“Sure, you say that while I’m balls deep into you–” to affirm his words, Jungkook pulled his hips back just a little, to show how stuck you were.

With a hiss, you hit his shoulder with a slap that didn’t hurt. “Stop, don’t move!”

“Sorry.” he chuckled, lifting his head to look at your face. “Sad backstory time?”

“Only if you're comfortable with it.” you nodded, pushing his hair back.

“It’s okay.” he offered you a smile. After thinking it through for a few seconds, he started: “My parents are both omegas, and so is my hyung. Which isn’t a bad thing, but– the way my familial pack was ranked… they were at the very bottom, which isn’t the most comfortable place to be. Safe to say they were really surprised when they had me, an alpha son.”

“I would think it’s very surprising.” you agreed softly.

“Mmhm. They saw me as an exchange coin. A ticket to a better rank in the hierarchy. They raised me to believe I should challenge our pack alpha one day, and take over him, bringing our family to the very top.” Jungkook was leaning in against your hand, a silent request for you to continue caressing him.

“That’s a lot of pressure for a pup, I’m sorry.” you kissed the tip of his nose, threading your fingers lightly through his hair. “What happened?”

“I’ll have to ask Hoseok for his photo album, but,” he chuckled, a sound that brought butterflies to your stomach. “I wasn’t like a regular alpha growing up. You see, even before puberty hits, alphas are usually bigger than the other kids. Taller, gain muscles faster. I don’t know if it’s because of what my parents are, but I wasn’t like that. I was long limbed and thin, awkward, huge eyes that made me look more like doe than wolf.”

“I love your big eyes.”

“I hated them. I had a bowl cut that I refused to let anyone touch, because I wanted to hide my eyes behind my hair.” he said and it broke your heart.

“Koo.” you pouted, which he kissed.

“I was never good enough to my parents. What good is an alpha kid that gets beaten up at school?” he said with a little shrug, trying not to show how much it hurt him. “They were abusive– my parents never touched me, but they called me names, insulted me to take out their frustrations. It got so bad I ran away from home when I was fourteen.”

“I’m sorry…”

“I was lucky the hyungs found me when they did, or I might have been found by the wrong kind of people.” Jungkook offered you a little smile. He was okay now, but you hated that he went through that. “Might have been dragged back to my parents, too.”

“That’s really awful, Koo, but I’m glad they found you too.” you ran a thumb over his cheekbone, traced the slope of his nose, his bottom lip, gaze stuck to the little mole he had under there. “Wish your parents could see you now. How strong, capable, loving, determined, talented you are–”

“Well, maybe not now.” he said with a new push and pull of his hips, causing a moan to tear through your throat.

“Stop moving!” you hissed yet again.

“You like it, I can feel you clenching–” he grinned with a grind of his hips against yours.

“You just told me about your sad past, how are you still horny?!”

“You feel so wet and warm, how can I not?” he whined, kissing your chest while looking up at you with those big eyes that held all the stars of the night sky.

“Oh my god!”

With a smirk, he asked: “Can you go again?”