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Now I'm Yours | JJK
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🤍Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader 🤍A/B/O, Established Relationship/Mates | angst, smut, fluff 🤍WC: 14,064 🤍Rating: MA 🤍Summary: Jungkook is terrible at feelings. He’s possessive, reckless, and most definitely an Alphahole; you were once his sworn enemy for a reason. But, after he claimed you as his mate during your designation celebration, how do you even begin to navigate the dark waters of such a precarious relationship? Especially when there is darkness creeping over the horizon, threatening to blanket your world in permanent shadow. ⚠️ Vulgar language, semi-hate sex, fingering, knotting, creampie, discussion of violent acts, drinking, fighting/physical altercation, alpha challenge, knife violence/attack, blood, injury, bond sex, dick licking/oral, slick eating, biting/marking, blood/wound licking, surprise pregnancy Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.
Read Make You Mine, the first installment of the series, here!
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Chapter 1. Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
Chapter 2. Feel It In Your Soul
This story is complete.
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A/N: This story is part of the "New Year, New Me Love" @bangtanwritershq gift exchange, written for the wonderful @hisunshiine! And as always, a special thank you to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for being A+ betas!
Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad
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foxymoxynoona · 1 year
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ummm i need an extra scene of Meadow couple exploring anal play pretty please
this is my formal drabble request
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Clarified with submitter they wanted pegging and so here we are! Hope this is what you were hoping for 😎 It is um pretty filthy so...
Story: Meadow Characters: Jungkook and Enikö Word Count: 4878 CW: Explicit sex! 18+, oh boy this is filthy: so much cum, rutting alpha wolf shifter who gets a lil' subby at the sight of his omega with a strapon, power play, dirty talk to begging, anal sex male receiving (fingers & dildo), rimming, prostate orgasm/milking, little bit of ball slapping and nipple pinching, so much cum (just saying it again), safeword is pineapple
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At the start of Jungkook’s rut, Enikö found herself once again lamenting the seasons they’d missed out on because of her pregnancies. How could she not, once she fully understood what her alpha wolf was like in his rut? Why did people complain and roll their eyes about the season so much, and offer her sympathies, as if holing up with him in the uppermost floor of the house and getting fucked brainless for days until he calmed down was somehow a bad thing. Sometimes, enjoyably, several times in a season. It was filthy and glorious and they didn’t even have to feel guilty about the time away from their work and children because it was a medical need! He didn’t have a choice! Maybe he could have tried to suppress it with drugs but… why? Why not enjoy these days sequestered together, getting reacquainted with any inch of each others’ bodies that might have been neglected since last year? And the kids got so much time with their grandparents! Win win!
There was certainly not an inch of Enikö’s body that has been neglected in the last few days. Jungkook’s stamina on a normal day was impressive but after two full days of nearly non-stop fucking, Enikö’s own stamina was reaching its limit. Everything was sticky and sore, and Jungkook’s apologetic attempts to give her a back rub had just riled him up again. She wouldn’t have minded him fucking at the same time except it made the massage too inconsistent to be any good, at times too hard and at other times too soft as he grunted and gasped until his hips stuttered against hers and then he’d dozed off only to wake again hungry and ready to go again. 
“I want to sleep,” she complained when her own attempts at a nap were interrupted.
“I know, baby, I know, one more and I’ll let you sleep,” he promised. Empty words. And she loved those empty words for the first two days but now… now she was ready for something else to finally be empty. She wanted to sleep! A shower and a sleep, and there was no way Jungkook was going to let her shower until he was truly empty and passed out enough to break the rut. 
So the next time Jungkook began to rut against her leg after a frustratingly short meal on the couch, Enikö took matters into her own hands. When his lips moved against hers, she kissed him back harder, and then down his jaw and neck, nipping harder with each kiss until he shouted in pain and his dick twitched against her stomach. 
“En,” he groaned.
“Turn over.”
“Huh?” His voice went lower, his eyes widened as he leaned back to look at her with a mixture of nerves and naked anticipation. 
“You heard me, don’t make me say it again,” she teased, and snapped her teeth at his nose before going to dig through the chest of toys they kept tucked away up here. He sat on the couch, watching her expectantly, twitching dick the only thing moving. Poor baby was hard and leaking and sweaty, flushed, breathing heavily, watching her closely with those wide dark eyes that looked almost soft for the first time since they’d come up here. He’d felt the shift in dynamics and she was glad to see the impact. She hoped that meant this would work. 
She took her time getting the harness on, enjoying how she could practically hear him swallow as she pulled the straps tight around her waist and thighs. She didn’t look his direction; she didn’t need to confirm his attention. Just grabbed a fresh bottle of lube and pushed her hips forward as she sauntered back to the couch, silicone dildo pointing right at him.
“It’s a bigger one,” he noticed, eyes trailing down her body. Already his behavior had changed. Gone was the growling, snapping, aggressive alpha with only a few strokes of her faux-phallus. 
“Yes,” she confirmed. “But I know you can take it, alpha.”
He swallowed and licked his lips and shifted on the couch. It would be easy to read his behavior as nervous but by now, she knew it was more anticipation than fear. He’d been nervous in the beginning, sure, the first time he’d been too embarrassed to look her in the eye as he asked if she could “try that thing you like on me” after years of brushing the offer away. He still hadn’t been able to look her in the eye after either, after he’d orgasmed himself speechless, and it took a long time of soothing and scenting him to get him to curl up against her and admit he was scared about how good it had felt, how much he had loved being fucked by her, and what that meant about him as an alpha.
What she thought it meant was that he enjoyed getting fucked. 
Which was good because it turned out Enikö really, really loved fucking her alpha.
His breath shuddered in a gasp as she grabbed his thigh and lifted his leg up; he grabbed the couch cushion like he thought she was just going to shove in but she only looked. 
“You have covered me in your cum,” she mused. “Hold your leg.” He did, perfectly silent and still as she slid her hand down to brush against his asshole, her other hand still stroking the dildo. “You won’t let me shower or sleep–”
“You’re my mate,” he growled, briefly strong, eyes flickering gold. She stroked her finger over his asshole again and he shivered. It was amusing that he’d tried to sound so possessive while holding himself open for her like that. While trembling with anticipation of what she was going to do to him. 
“You’re so full of cum,” she said. Just her fingers grazing his entrance made his eyes flutter closed. “I’m going to empty you out so we can both get some rest.”
“I’ll keep fucking you until I’m empty–”
She pressed her finger against his asshole and he broke off into a desperate whine. The noise made her shiver. 
“My turn now, baby.”
His voice was much more submissive as he started to move, “You said turn over–”
“I changed my mind. Stay like this,” she decided. She let go of the dildo to run her hands up and down his thighs, spreading his legs the same way he did to her so often. It was a sacrifice, because his grunts as she’d spank him while fucking were so good, but he’d really put her through it this rut, her cunt ached from too much attention, and she would enjoy watching his face as he tried to stay so tough during his rut while splayed out on his back like this. His thighs twitched as she rubbed up and down; his cock bounced against his stomach, begging for touch. She kindly slid her fingers along his shaft and down around his balls, relishing in his groan. His knees bent when her fingers drifted back to his asshole, feet flexing like he was preparing to spring away. 
“Yeah, like this,” she nodded. “I want you to cum all over your own stomach and chest.”
“En–”
“What’s wrong, too tough-guy to get marked by your own scent?” she teased. He didn’t answer as her fingers dug into the base of his cock, thumbs rubbing the softer skin behind his balls. She leaned forward and spit on his asshole and saw the ragged way his breath hitched in his chest. Everything she knew she had learned from him, which made it even more fun to see him affected by them..
Her tongue against his asshole loosened his voice again. His legs shifted, hips rocking as she held him open and lapped at his hole, then up to suck on his balls, then back down. All the while the sweetest gasps and choked moans floated down on her. 
“I’m not even in you yet and you’re already whimpering,” she taunted, certain it was something he’d said to her before. He clenched as she poked her tongue against the pucker, not surprised when his hands drifted down to her head, probably a desperate attempt not to stroke his cock. When she lifted up to take a good look at his flushed face, she noted too the cum leaking from his tip, a gossamer string connecting to the pearly dab on his abs. 
“I didn’t cum yet,” he insisted. 
“Good boy, not yet.” She bit his inner thigh playfully, amused by his nervous laugh at the feel of her teeth on his skin. He laughed because he liked it, she could tell by the goosepimples that spread across his skin. 
“I feel stupid sitting like this,” he admitted. 
“You’re thinking too much.” She slid her hands along his thighs again to soothe, and kept it up with one hand as her other reached for the lube. “Keep holding your legs up, unless you’d rather spread yourself for me.”
“That’s supposed to be my line.”
“Right now it’s mine,” she countered, coating her dildo with the lube and looking down at him posed for her so pretty. So uncomfortable. So nervous. So eager he was leaking. So hopeful he was willing to do what she said with only a little fuss. “Right now your hole is mine. Right now you’re going to take mine until you’re a whimpering, quivering mess–”
“Fuck, Enna–”
“Until you’re so empty you’ll cry at the thought of cumming again, you couldn’t knot if your life depended on it–”
“You like this too much,” he mumbled, dimples showing as his eyes closed, like he could swim in her dominant words. She knew he loved it, even when he acted above it. It was easy to get into character right now. She was tired. She wanted to sleep.
She squirted a glob of lube on his asshole in retaliation and he hissed, then cried out as she pressed her thumb against him, against and in. 
“Ah ah ah!” he cried out, squirming at the slow intrusion. 
“Shhh baby it’s just my thumb, that’s nothing for a big alpha like you.” She squeezed his thigh and pressed her thumb further against the clench of his muscles, a gentle steady thrust to work out his nerves. “Relax, you know you’ll love this.” He groaned as she pushed past the ring of resistance and twitched as his body clenched to accommodate. “Good, baby, just like that.”
“En.”
She continued to thrust her thumb, adoring the way his eyes fluttered closed and his brow dropped and he tried to concentrate on relaxing when his body was telling him to do the opposite. She knew he enjoyed the tremor of discomfort mixed with the pleasure; she took her time working the lube into him, pulling out and rubbing around his hole and then back in, easing his body into relaxing and remembering how good this was. She traded her thumb for a finger, slightly smaller, then had him gasping and twisting again as she worked two fingers in. She dumped on more lube, feeling her own heart rate picking up at the sight of his body swallowing her fingers like that. It would never fail to make her proud that though he’d done plenty of things with other women before her, this was one of many things only she would ever do to him. And he loved it.
“En,” he whined, dropping his knees and grabbing the couch cushions, nails scratching against the fabric. “Fuck… finger my asshole…”
“I am. Don’t be bossy.”
“Ah you’re going to make me cum,” he whined, losing himself and pulling his cheeks apart for her, already surrendering to the pleasure. She watched his cock twitch and another glob of cum slowly ooze out, no force behind it. She twisted her fingers and pressed deeper, sliding along his walls to find that spot that made his legs suddenly straighten and his head curl forward as he panted and moaned.
His whine changed in tone as she eased her fingers out, his eyes pitiful in their disappointment. She enjoyed watching him clench around her absence.
“En, please, please just go back to– I was so close–”
“Shhhh.” She leaned forward and kissed away his trembling worry. He groaned onto her tongue and thrust against her stomach so rapidly, clearly his desperate body driven on instinct.
“I need to fuck,” he gasped. “I need to– sit on my cock, En. I need to cum in you. I –aghh,” he gasped out as she slid the head of her dildo across his hole. She kissed him harder, tongue licking into his mouth as she pushed against him. She’d done her best to soften him open but his body resisted the bigger, harder intrusion. “Please,” he panted. “Please, En, I want you in me.”
She gripped the dildo and pushed harder, planting her feet and leaning her weight into it now as the head of the dildo forced him open. He yelled and grabbed the couch cushions behind his head, legs lifting up without her order as she sank into him. If only she could feel first hand the way his body was clenching around her dildo, the way hers did around his other times. He whined and whimpered and twisted, trying to see around his own erratically twitching cock and swollen balls. 
“Shhhh baby baby, you’re doing so good,” she encouraged, peppering kisses over his face as he gasped. “Just sit for a moment, just relax, just get used to me.”
“It’s bigger,” he whined, nose bumping mindlessly against her mouth. “Fuck.”
“It feels that much bigger? It’s not much bigger.”
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned, squeezing the cushions so hard, biceps flexing, as his hip slowly curled up, taking her deeper of his own accord. “Fuck!” he groaned and cum oozed from the head of his cock, spurting over both their chests. “Please pump me–”
“No. Not yet.”
“En,” he whined. She loved his whine so much, this pitiful little noise only she ever got to hear. She kissed him hard and pulled out a couple inches –not all the way– before pushing slowly deeper, swallowing his strangled cries. She let him rest for a minute like that, impaled on her but unpressured, and just kissed his face as he alternated growls and grumbles and sighs and full body twitches.
“Wolf fighting you?”
He panted and nodded.
“I’m not going to stop fucking if you shift,” she teased, though it was definitely not true. “Tell him not to get any ideas and just to let you enjoy it.”
“So un-alpha–”
“Not true. A good alpha can take it harder than this.”
“I can,” he gasped out. “I want…” He shivered. She rocked her hips slowly and could tell the moment she put pressure in just the right place by the heave of his chest. She pulled slowly out and his groan took on a disappointed edge. “En…”
“Yes, alpha?”
He reached for with one hand, pulling her down into a kiss, and gave his cock a few strokes with the other. It took her a second to realize what he was doing, until the gesture made her recognize the shift in his vibe as he decided to take matters into his own hands rather than beg.
She grabbed his wrists and pulled them away; he put up just enough of a fight for her to feel strong as she pressed his hands back to the cushions behind him.
“Uh-uh. Hands off.” 
“You don’t understand,” he gritted out. “I need to cum, and if you’re just going to tease me…” There was an edge in his voice and she saw the muscles in the sides of his neck straining. 
“Sorry, am I going too slow?”
“Yes, just fuck me already! Don’t make me tell you again, little one.”
She didn’t appreciate the tone and so was less gentle as she shoved the dildo back in. He gasped and twisted. She leaned further forward, pressing deeper and deeper, and bit his shoulders and neck and chest until she was flush against his body and his skin was dotted with her white bites. His chest heaved, panting; he stared at her with wide eyes, mouth hanging open. Everything would feel more right now while he was rutting. Good. His teeth clicked as she shoved his jaw up, demanding the exposure of his neck as she pulled out and thrust into him hard. He shouted and grabbed at her hips, thrusting up to meet her. 
“You trying to fuck yourself on my cock?” she asked him sweetly. Outside of this moment, she’d die talking like this, but he loved it so much, it had made her brave over time. She was still holding his jaw up, making his voice sound strained.
“Please. Please, baby… need it so bad…”
“Need me to fuck harder? Say it again without the sass this time.” 
“Fuck me, baby, hard as you can, please, please.” 
“So polite even when you’re rutting, huh?” she teased, leaning down to bite his earlobe as she gave a hard thrust. He grunted and squeezed the couch cushions. “Too hard?”
“Again.”
So she did it again and bit his neck this time, kissing and licking to balance the pleasure and pain. But she wanted to see him, and pushed herself up, hands braced on the back of his legs so she could watch his contorting face and twitching cock with every stroke of her own. It was intoxicating to watch, delicious to listen to the way different strengths and speeds affected the noises he made. His cock looked so needy and desperate for touch but she refused to just yet. That was going to be the orgasm to end all orgasms, the orgasm to let her get some sleep.
He curled forward, grabbing her hips and pulling her harder and faster against him, pounding her into his own asshole as his groan turned into a roar. She fucked as hard as she could as he helplessly hooked his arms under his legs and cried out. Untouched, his cock erupted again, cum shooting up, dashing across the sweaty flushed skin of his chest, across his chin and cheek, dotting his sweaty hair. It was so fucking hot. He looked up at her through his own cum, clearly shocked, and Enikö fell forward to kiss him, not stopping her hips even when he bucked.
“Shit, I–”
“It’s so hot, it’s so hot, alpha,” she gasped. “I love seeing you with your own cum on your face, oh my god.”
“No, I don’t like it– agh, slow down!”
She did, stilling her hips but not pulling out because, “You aren’t done.”
“Let me breathe a second…”
“Hm…” She wasn’t sure she wanted to. She ran her hands along his thighs and across his stomach and chest, smearing in the cum, but when he started wiping it off his face, she leaned forward to lick off instead. Since she hadn’t pulled out, it pushed her deeper and he groaned and shuddered but remained silent under her tongue. So she began to gently rock again, chasing the high of hearing his voice catch like that. She nibbled his mouth and his jaw, his ear, down his neck and twisted them both sideways onto the couch so she could kneel between his legs this time and stretch out on top of him, pressing his cock between them..
“Good, baby,” she murmured against his skin. “I think you like the bigger one.”
“I…” He broke off with a strangled gasp as she pulled all the way out and pushed back in. His body had relaxed more, it was more accepting of her, but she knew he’d still feel every penetration. She pushed against his chest so she could guide the dildo better, out and in. His mouth hung open, eyes dark and slitted, legs splayed. She pressed his knees to his chest with his dick trapped on her side of his thighs, swollen head shiny and leaking. 
“I get it now,” she murmured.
“Hm?”
“Why you like watching my body take you,” she grinned, staring at her dildo disappearing into his hole and the way he clenched in the void when she pulled out. His huff preceded him trying to cover himself. “No, don’t be shy. It’s sexy.” She pushed in and leaned forward to kiss him. “Don’t be shy, alpha, it’s just me. Your omega can know something like this about you. You know this about me. You know how hungry I am for you.” She bit his mouth, kissing him even though he could barely return the gesture as she found just the right angle to buck against. His whimper made it obvious she’d hit the spot, just like it was obvious he tried not to whine like that, but she was relentless.
“Right there, alpha?” she asked, stroking into him. “Is that the spot?” His body answered for him since he could not, cum oozing out of his cock like she’d flipped his switch. She kept her pace the same but leaned back to watch the pearly jizz pool and slide down his thighs. She scooped it down to smear around his hole instead, letting it join the mess of lube letting her glide so freely in and out.
“Suck my cock,” he pleaded, a sure finishing move, but she refused. He’d fuck her mouth again and her throat was already sore. Instead she pushed his hands back up and pressed his legs apart and pinched his nipples, not giving him a rest. Maybe it had been an empty demand anyway, she could feel his energy starting to flag; she must finally be getting to the bottom of that cum reserve that seemed so endless during a rut. 
She slapped his nipples and pinched them again, then reached down and slapped his balls to make him hiss.
“How much do you still have for me?” she demanded. “How long are you going to hold out? Let it all out, baby.” She slapped his balls again, harder. He whimpered. She slapped harder until he finally croaked out “pineapple.” More cum oozed out, even before she ran her hands up and down his swollen shaft to chase the pain with pleasure. The shudder ran up his whole body and she quickly pulled her hands away.
“You like hearing me whine,” he complained.
“I do.”
“Please, just finish me.”
“Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” he answered quickly. “Hard hard, you have no idea how hard it is not to flip and fuck you right now–”
“You will not–”
“So fuck me harder!”
She picked up the pace, watching his cock bounce with each thrust, watching another dribble of cum leak out as she reached deep. She grabbed his legs to pull and he braced himself against the arm rest of the couch as she fucked harder, so hard she thought it must hurt him but he liked it if it did. The profanities flowed from his mouth, his whole body writhing and bucking as she split him with the dildo. His moans reached a fever pitch until she finally took pity on him and grabbed his dick, dragging her hands roughly up and down, practically using it as leverage as she whipped her hips against his ass. 
“FUCK” he shouted, legs curled in the air, face contorted in what looked like rage or pain as cum shot out again. He bucked and rolled and she kept going as he gave a completely silent shout and curled up. His gasp made it sound like he hadn’t breathed in hours but she kept going, slowing her thrusts but busying her hands, squeezing up and up, wringing the cum from his body.
“Yeah, cum baby, cum it all out, I’m not stopping until I hear the word so don’t try to shake me off–”
“Fuck fuck Enna,” he practically sobbed, grabbing his legs and curling forward. Another dollop of cum squeezed out, all over her hands. She’d found the spot with the dildo in his ass and just rocked against it, pressing, working him from every angle as he crumbled in her hands. He bucked into her hand but no word, so she kept going, a tight O around his head hard and fast while her thumb dug down behind his balls and her dildo milked that prostate dry. He shouted and she squeezed less cum out, and then less, until he grabbed her hips and pulled her deep one last time, his body convulsing as she wrung the last pitiful drops out of him.
“Pineapple,” he whimpered. “Pineapple pineapple.” Instantly she released him as he whined it again, “Pineapple.”
“Empty baby?”
His cock rocked and twitched in the air but nothing came out.
“God that’s so much cum,” she gasped, looking around. Certainly more than an ordinary day of this kind of play.
“Enikö…” His voice was whisper faint as he collapsed backwards, chest heaving, eyes closed. 
“I have to pull out. I’ll go slow. Are you ready?”
He licked his lips and nodded and winced, though she did her best to be gentle. His hole clenched in complaint as soon as she was out, and he bucked when she stroked it to soothe. How beautiful he was, completely fucked out like that. She watched with interest at the way his cock pulsed but failed to form the knot it no doubt wanted to. She undid the clasps of her harness and set the whole thing on the table to clean later, and stretched out on top of him, and stroked his hair back. He could barely open his eyes but still smiled and turned into her kiss. His skin was filthy, sweaty, but cooler to the touch. 
“I broke your rut,” she murmured.
“You broke me.”
“In a good way?”
“Fuck.” 
His mouth was lazy, slow against hers. Another shudder ran through his body and she smiled and debated about her own need right now. 
“You still need to be fucked?” he asked, which was honestly a wild question considering he clearly couldn’t move right now. She doubted he could even use his hand, frankly. It delighted her, to leave him like that after he’d done it to her so many times during the last two days. 
“You’ve fucked me plenty,” she assured him. “Just go to sleep, alpha.”
“But you smell wet.”
“Shhh.”
“Ride my face, baby–”
Instead she got up, ignoring the shakiness of her own legs, and retrieved the first vibrator she could find and collapsed back on top of him. He groaned as soon as he heard the noise.
“No, I don’t want it to end with you having to–”
She clamped her hand over his mouth and slid it between her legs. Their faces were inches apart, his lidded gaze meeting hers as she positioned the vibrator just right. Without verbal agreement, neither looked away; everything seemed so still and quiet as Enikö leaned into the building vibration that did all the work alongside the mental video playing in her mind again of exactly what Jungkook looked like when he curled his body up to take her in. It was quick, very quick. She came with a gasp and pulled it quickly away, sensitive sooner after so much activity. The orgasm wasn’t even that strong but it was a needed release, a relief of the tension she’d wound in her body getting to fuck Jungkook like that. Only her. She was the only person in the world he would trust with that need, that vulnerability, that pleasure that still frightened him. Why? Men could be so silly about something that felt good. And damn, did it clearly make him feel good.
“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a lazy kiss to her forehead.
“For fucking you?” she grinned.
She felt the pout of his lips as he corrected, “For breaking my rut.”
“Thank you for trusting me with your rut and your needs. I’ll do that sooner next time.” Now that she knew he still enjoyed that kind of thing while he was rutting, they could bring so much of their other play into the rut room. She hadn’t known for sure if it would be welcome while he was his most dominant, or whatever but… apparently yes. 
“Hmph. Well. You trust me with yours.” A pause. “Sorry I didn’t get to finish you.”
“Don’t worry. When I go into heat, I’ll be very demanding. It’ll always be even between us, Koo. And anyway, I really enjoy fucking you.”
“Yeah yeah, I can tell.” He chuckled and coughed a little, probably dehydrated. He’d wake up and chug a liter of water in a little bit probably. But for now he stone-cold passed out, body finally at rest, instinct convinced he had successfully pupped his mate –despite her birth control and the fact she was the one who’d left him so dry he couldn’t even form a knot. Enikö, feeling very smug and satisfied and more than a little sore, went right to sleep too curled up on the filthy mess coating her alpha’s body. 
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jjungkooksthighs · 1 year
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Claws of Carnality | jjk (m) (13)
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Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader
Genre: abo/werewolf and fantasy
Rating: 18+/nsfw
Word Count: 5.1k
Summary: The Duels of the Chosen are near. Tensions and desires rise.
Warnings: mentions of breeding, dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, alpha!Taehyung (he’s a bit of a cocky one this one), alpha!Jimin (best friends take after each other ig) sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, LOTS OF TEASING, dirty talk, (blood) marking, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scent marking, scenting, begging, praise kink, breeding/impreg kink, character injury (someone gets hurt, but it isn’t serious), biting (BITE KINK IS STRONG IN THIS ONE)
A/N: Hello again, readers! It's been a few months since chapter twelve was posted, and I know a lot of you have been curious about what happens next. This chapter was one I felt I needed to have in there since, well...we're very near the fight and it'll just be that much more satisfying if that is built up correctly. That is what I hoped to accomplish this chapter, because the next one will FINALLY be the long anticipated fight! Please enjoy this, though. I think some of you will find it to be...entertaining, to say the least. As always, please let me know what you think! Words of affirmation/praise are needed to keep this writer feeling good about their work. :)
Oh, and please appreciate this gif, by the way. This gif single-handedly inspired this entire fic. Mayhaps there is a scene in this chapter where it might have, uh...stimulated something.
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“How long are you going to sit perched by the heel of the she-wolf, Jeon?” Yoongi curls his lip in distaste as if the very name blackens his tongue before he jibes, “I grow impatient and weary of this. Let us fight for fuck’s sake.”
One side of your alpha’s mouth lifts upward in a cocksure smirk, his brow arching as his head turns to the side so he can taunt, “All in due time, Min,” he draws out the other wolf’s name slowly as he stands to his full height, the dried paint of blood all over his body a warning sign that darkens dangerously over his form as he turns away from you. “I suggest you watch your tone with me the next time you speak. If not,” his chuckle has even the dirt beneath him shaking, “I can always make you. Do not forget yourself, Yoongi.  It is I who holds the battle rights. And it is I alone who will decide when we fight, how we fight, and where we fight. Piss me off enough,” your alpha rolls one shoulder back, his eyes narrowing, “and you will find that my terms will leave you with far more agitation than whatever you think you are dealing with now. Ask Taehyung how he fared when he tested me last.”
Yoongi snorts in answer, but does not say anything more.
You bite your lip at the way your alpha’s muscles flex and jump in the movement as he rolls his other shoulder back. At the show of power between the two wolves and how easily one demanded control over the other.
“You yield to him, Yoongi?” Taehyung cocks his head at the russet-haired wolf, “You fear him? How comical.”
“What I find comical, Taehyung,” Jungkook inspects his nails before making a fist into his other his hand, those fingers curving over it as his bones pop and crack, “Is that you nearly had your arm ripped off in the forest just a few hours ago because you dared to touch the omega. My omega. It is only because of her that all of your limbs are still attached. She will not stop me this time.” He angles his chin to the side, “So do not count your blessings. They won’t serve you. The only thing that will shall be pain.”
“Pain is temporary, Jungkook. Nothing you could do to me will sc-“
“Oh? How about I rip both hands off, Taehyung? Or maybe…maybe I should start with your fingers that you like to fuck not only Jimin’s sister with, but several other omegas with?” Your alpha asks, the barb sharp as talons as his words sink into the smaller wolf while Jimin, from behind Taehyung, stands with his mouth open and disbelief wrinkling the flesh around his eyes. “Do not think that rumors of your,” your alpha scrunches his nose, “activities have not reached me. They have been uttered to all but Jimin himself, who has a misguided loyalty to you when you clearly do not return it,” he clucks his tongue at Taehyung’s scathing scowl, “˙Perhaps you have forgotten, but in my absences here, Namjoon has been acting as my second-in-command. He’s given me all the details on your dealings. Many of which are questionable to say the least.” Disappointment hangs onto his words as he chides. “I have done my best to discipline you, but it looks like you need to learn the hard way what happens when you go against me.”
Taehyung’s mouth opens, closes, and opens again, but no words depart from between his lips.
“Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice is sweet as syrup, yet your own posture goes rigid as ice while the smaller wolf inquires, “is this true? You told me you’d stay away from my sister. You promised me that you’d stay away. And this whole time, you’ve been pursuing the same she-wolf you knew I was tailing for days?”
Your alpha bares his teeth at that, “Of course it is true, Jimin. I have many qualities, but being deceitful has never been one of them. I have never been that way,” he crosses his arms, his biceps bulging at the action and suddenly air is not a kind companion in the way it betrays you at the sight of him in his half-nude glory as he says, “And I never will. I cannot say the same for others, however.”
At your alpha’s words, fury ignites in Taehyung’s eyes. He gives a scorching glare at your alpha and when his lips part this time, his voice comes briskly from between them.
“Jeon, you fucking prick,” he spits, “I’m going to destroy you for this.”
Your alpha hums, “Mmm, not if Jimin gets to you first. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side, boy. If you can make it there, that is. I doubt very seriously you will. You never could beat me in a fight, and we’ve had many. Ah, and one more thing,” Jungkook’s neck cracks when his head rotates to the side, then to the front, the other side, and then the back as he warns, “Refer to me as a prick again,” his eyes promise danger in the way they grow dim, “and you will regret it.”
Taehyung is quiet as a mouse after that.
When Jimin speaks next, the saccharine flavor to his voice is gone. In its place, there is only the burnt remains of hatred as his eyes strafe from Jungkook to Taehyung.
“I will crush the both of you to shit,” he pushes Taehyung, though the other wolf doesn’t budge from where he stands. “I will fuck you up first. For lying to me and going behind my back. And you,” he points to your alpha, his nail elongating into a claw, “I will take your place as Pack Alpha so that no one will be able to lie to me ever again. And I’ll take your little whore while I’m at it. Since it is her kind that want to act like little sluts, I’ll make sure to treat her like one.”
From behind him, you cannot see the way the silvery flecks in your alpha’s eyes become shadowed until they are pitch black as they’d been a few minutes ago. What you can see, however, is the way Jungkook squares his shoulders and digs his feet into the black earth beneath him, his hands balling into fists so tight that his flesh turns snow white.
“That is enough. You’re making me angry. I will not stand to have slander spoken toward my mate. On my command, you shall not speak another word without my permission or I’ll have your tongue for your insubordination. Understand?”
Your alpha’s irises move from Yoongi to Taehyung, and then to Jimin. The trio remain silent. Even if they wanted to say something, they cannot for the same reason that you have not moved a muscle since your alpha ordered you to remain seated before him.
It is referred to as the Alpha’s Bidding.
When an alpha, beta or omega is in the presence of an alpha that overpowers them in strength (or if an alpha, beta, or omega submits and yields to another alpha–whether physically or verbally), that wolf cannot disobey that alpha if said alpha gives them a command. Their wolfly nature will not allow them to disobey the decree of the stronger wolf.  
Jungkook did not particularly like to use this on other wolves. It left the wolves he used it on without their own free will or agency against what he asked them to do, so he’d made a pact to use it only in situations where there would be violence if he did not.
He’d only used it a handful of times in his life, for he much preferred to solve problems the way nature intended for it: to battle it out. And he’d never lost a fight.
This time, though… this time his better judgement was being overridden by one thing.
You. He could not bear it to hear such outrageous things be spoken aloud. And it made logic and reason slip like water through his fingers until only his emotion remained. Emotion that made him become aggressive in his need to protect you.
“When this is all over and I have all three of you on the floor panting, bleeding and crying in the dirt beneath my feet, I’ll make you all get on your knees and apologize for your gross misconduct toward my mate.” He makes a sound of consideration and taps at his elbow, “I’ll step on you and break the bones in your jaw if I detect so much as a hint of sarcasm, so you’d better fucking mean it. Do I make myself clear? This time, you can answer.”
All three wolves nod in unison at that one.
Jungkook jerks his chin and gives a dismissive wave of his hand, “Get out of my sight. All of you. Our battle will be held in the clearing in front of the knoll a few paces ahead of us. You are all to wait for me there.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes.
Taehyung spits onto the ground whilst staring daggers at Jungkook.
Jimin glares holes through Taehyung before glowering at your alpha.
Yoongi is the first to leave. Jimin is next. Taehyung is the last to disappear into the sea of wolves around you, but not before he his lips lilt upward.
You can’t bring yourself to pay attention to anything but the way your alpha’s shoulders rise and fall in uneven, broken intervals.
You wish you could get up and go to him. Maybe it’s your pre-heat fever speaking, but you think you know a few ways to lift his spirits (amongst other parts of him).
He’s still facing away from you and you have half a mind to wonder why your throat has become dry and scratchy when you haven’t even been talking even though you want to.
There are so many things you want to tell him. So many you wish you could say. Though, you suppose you could try speaking to him another way.
You close your eyes and imagine that string that ties you both together. The one that is wound around your muscles, your bones, your very heart itself.  
You tug on that cord gently, the warm feeling in your chest that as is bright as the sun when you think of him pushed along that string.
Please turn around, alpha. Look at me, won’t you? I want to see you.
But I’m right here, omega. I’m right in front of you, am I not?
You pout.
I don’t need to turn to know that you’re sticking your cute little bottom lip out right now, you know. While that sight itself is something I would normally fall to my knees for, I need to prepare you for what comes next.
Prepare me? For what?
You hear his dark laugh before the telltale click of a metal latch that must belong to one of the three ornately carved wooden boxes the elders had arranged in a half-moon around your alpha earlier.
You open your eyes, and now he’s hunched over the largest of the square boxes in the middle. Each are the color of sepia, umber and burnt sienna and are held closed by impressive metalwork.
However, you’re entirely engrossed in the show of his shoulder blades that descend and ascend whilst the muscles beneath and around them swell in his ministrations as he works open the intricate latches.
The sight has you licking your lips and your digits twitching in your skirts.
You can’t see what he’s doing, but this view isn’t so bad, now that you think about it. Especially with the handprints that mar his golden back in crimson. Your handprints.
“Admiring your handiwork, omega?” He asks, his attention still set on whatever it is he’s retrieving from the blue, velvet bed of the box (the corner of which you can see peeking from under his knee).
“H-How did you know I opened my eyes?” You stutter, your cheeks heating at being caught red-handed.
“Easy. Your breathing changed.”
You whimper, “Not fair.”
Your alpha peers at you with amusement glinting in one eye and fondness gleaming in the other, the blackness that had swallowed their color melting away so that the silver of his irises streak  them.
He lowers himself until he’s crouched again with his knees facing outward and how you managed to miss the way his thighs all but burst from the seams of his trousers the first time he did this is beyond you. You remember how it had felt to sit on them. To ride him on them.
The memories have another slew of slick dripping down your thigh. It takes but a second for the air to carry your scent to your mate.
He inhales deeply through his nose, his head falling back as he does. The sea of his back muscles ebbing as he grips whatever is in his hands with enough force that the veins of his forearms slither up to his elbows.
“Fuck,” the man actually moans, “your scent just got stronger. It’s making me hard for you. Again. Your heat…it will be upon you within the hour,” your mate’s pupils dilate, “and when that time comes, little one, ” he rises and turns on his heel so that the scarlet moonlight spills herself over his strong jawline as he draws in your scent only to release a shaky breath as he promises, “you’ll be whining much louder for me than you ever have before. Ask me why, omega. Come on. Let me hear you.”
Your cheeks burn at his words, the omegas circling you giggling and the alphas standing by your alpha howling.
Unlike before, his irises are not black as the night sky. They are the color of charred metal.
Your heart stutters beneath your bosom as he slowly treads toward you.
He doesn’t use the Alpha’s Bidding on you now as he did a few moments ago, but then, you both know that he doesn’t need to to get what he wants from you.
You’ll submit to him every time without fail. And he relishes in that.
It’s entirely predatory the way he moves. Each step is slow and calculated. Meticulous yet measured.
You really can’t help the fact that your eyeline, as if magnetized, is pulled toward his face. His hair is tussled and twists sinfully around his forehead and cheeks, both of which are accentuated more than usual with your blood lining them like war paint. His lips are parted deliciously and you have a thought to bite them if he gets near enough to you. You think he’d likely groan at that and would glad do anything to hear that delicious sound right about now.
His neck, lined with stripes and strokes of scarlet, taunts you and you have to swallow when his Adam’s apple bobs lewdly beneath his skin, your own gums tingling as your canines push against them when his mastoid pulses energetically at your attention.
You let your vision trail downward before your fangs can protract.
Your etchings of blood all over his chest seem to have held and you pull your lip between your teeth at the way your marks curve around and along his abdominals in a patchwork of muscle and flesh.
“Much as I love having you ogle me, I asked you a question, pretty. I require a response from you. Now.” His shadow falls over you and, seated before him as you are, he towers above you so much so that you have to lift your chin just to look at him as he crooks his head to the side to husk lowly, “I’m going to say this one more time, love,” he leans over you, those silver orbs of his spilling like moonlight from your eyes to your mouth, “Ask me why you’re going to whine for me. Why you’re going to whimper for me,” he takes your chin between his fingers so that you have nowhere to look but him as his voice deepens, “and why you won’t be able to stop singing for me once your heat comes.”
He's got you wrapped around his fingers. Literally.
And you can do little but suspire in answer. “Why, alpha?”
His long digits grasp you tighter as he leans in until his lips are suspended but a hair above yours.
When he does respond, his words are all but swallowed by your own lips that you readily part for him.
“Because you will want to breed, little one. All you will be able to think about, my little vixen, is how much you need to be filled,” he offers and, bent over you as he is, a strand of saliva collects onto his pink tongue until the pool of it runs over his lip and down onto yours. The crimson moonlight stains it red as blood as he chuckles deliciously, the sound guiding your thighs together once more as he flicks a brow, “and I will make sure you get so much of my spit,” he makes a sound in the back of his throat and his thumb hooks over your bottom lip to urge it apart farther only for him to hoick a ball of spittle into your waiting mouth, “so much of my cum,” his thumb departs between your lips to press down over your tongue, your joined dribble sloshing around his digit and then the four fingers he’s left on your chin are coaxing your mouth closed around his thumb as his eyes flash tellingly, “and so much of my cock that you’ll be dripping because of how much I’m going to pound into this mouth, this ass, and that pussy of yours.”
Your sex clenches around nothing. Hard.
You swirl your tongue around his finger and suck, your hormones demanding you to keep your alpha close. By whatever means necessary.
Nothing matters but him. You’ll do anything for him. Everything for him.
You can feel yourself slipping as the seconds go by, your need for him replacing any other cogitation of relevance.
“Gods, look at you. It has already begun.” He curses when you hollow your cheeks in the manner he’d told you to when you’d first had him in your mouth. “You could only be silenced from the cries you’ve been making nonstop for the last few minutes by using my fingers. Do you know what this means I have to do to you, little one?”
So that’s why your throat had felt scratchy. You don’t think about that for too long, though. There are more important things to give attention to.
Like your alpha.
With your mouth stuffed as it is, you don’t know how you can possibly give an answer he’d understand, but somehow, you manage, “Nnnno. Wwwhat doooes ittt meannn?”
Your alpha arcs his thumb, his nail biting into the soft pad of your tongue as he utters, “It means, my love,” his nail sharpens and lengthens just enough to prick you, “that I cannot leave your side until I’ve bound you. Even Alpha’s Bidding may not be strong enough to hold you away from me. You will try to chase me unless, of course, I chain you up so you cannot.  Perhaps, to satisfy your wolf, I leave another mark on you. One you cannot ignore while you sit here and watch me make those boys bleed for you.”
There’s a heated, searing sensation on your tongue, but it isn’t painful. So sharp is his nail that you’d felt no pain, just as you had not when he’d entered you with his teeth.
“Open, omega. Open for me.” He orders.
You do as he says without question as he withdraws his thumb, the impulse to satisfy him overriding any other thought you could have.
Each inch of him that departs you has you whining once more, but your alpha is quick to whisper, “Even now, you can hardly bear to lose even an inch of me. Tell me,” he tugs his finger free with a wet pop from your mouth only and you both watch the thick bead of blood–your blood–  fall down, down and down his finger and, with your attention fixed on him, he brings his newly freed hand before his own mouth, “what do you wish you could do to me right now?”
You sigh breathily as you look up at him, your mouth chasing his as he starts to straighten once more.
“I-I,” you stammer when he drags the tip of his thumb across his bottom lip to leave a smeared trail of red. “I…y-you.”
Your alpha rotates his hand so that the underside of his bloody thumb swipes over his upper lip before his fingers fall away and he arches his middle and index fingers inward in a come-hither motion.
“You shall have me, my omega. Anything you desire, if it is within my power to give you, will be yours.” He kneels before you. ”You know that.”
Like this, he’s level with you. Like this, you can lean forward and-
“What is it you want, omega?” He questions.
“Kiss me, alpha,” you whine. “W-when you mark me this time…I want you to use your mouth to do it.”
His blood-lined lips rise at that. “As you wish, my omega.”
One of his hands slips into your hair along the side of your face and then he’s slotting his mouth over yours, and then, finally, he fits his mouth against yours. He groans into it, which only has you moaning in tandem. He’s gentle, but possessive in the way that no part of your lips is not claimed by him.
You taste the tang of iron and want more. More of him.  So, you take his full, plump upper lip between your teeth and tug experimentally.
You feel him smirking before you see it.
“You want it rough, my love? Fine. I’ll bite you hard enough that you’ll still taste this kiss when I’m away from you,” he decides.
He’s got your bottom lip between his teeth within seconds and then they are sinking down into the soft flesh beneath them hard enough to draw blood. Hot pain, delicious pain seeps through the afflicted area and the wet sound he makes as he licks at it has your thighs rubbing against each other for the umpteenth time.
So distracted by him, by this, that you don’t notice the movement of the arm he’d kept behind his back since treading away from the wooden boxes he’d made for you. For this purpose.
You’re far too swept in by the ebb and flow of his lips as he kisses you. Over and over again.
You hardly notice the pressure that is beginning to build at the forefront of your skull, or how your temples begin to ache, or how your vision starts to become hazy.
And when he pulls away panting, beads of iron linger in your mouth where liquid crimson dribbles from the corners of his.
You’re filled with an urge to lick it off of him.
Breathless yourself, you reach for him, but your ligament is heavy and hard to move in the slowed pacing of your blood in reaching it.
He catches your wrist, “You will have to pardon my brashness, omega, but I had to,” he breathes heavily, “I’m losing control over myself.”
“What?” You cock your head confusedly, but the motion has your head swimming with fuzziness.
The aching, the pressure and haziness worsen now that his lips are not there to distract you.
There was only one thing that could bring such symptoms so suddenly. Only one thing that could weaken a werewolf.
Your alpha guides your apprehended wrist to your forehead, your fingers tracing along the circlet of silver he must have adorned you with while you’d been caught between his perfect lips moments ago.
You don’t know what it looks like, but from what you can feel, there are thick interwoven filaments crossing over each other like vines. And in the middle of it, between your brows, your fingers run along the smooth face of a gemstone cut like a leaf.
Just like the tracings he’d left in blood all over you.
Long before he’d ever painted you in his design, he’d crafted you into his life. Even if it was just in silver.
Silver that would have sapped at his strength–both in mind and body–and sickened him every time he touched it.
And he’d done that for you.
Heat burns at the edge of your eyes and then your vision is becoming even hazier because of the tears as you try, “Jungkook…how long ago?”
The braided, plaited metal makes everything from your senses to your thoughts murky, but you try to fish some semblance of a sentence out. You have to. You need to know.
He catches the tear that escapes its place along your ducts before it makes it even halfway down your face as he finishes for you, “How long ago did you make this?”
You nod.
With gold peeking through the silver of his irises, he lays one hand over your knee and lowers his head to each of them and the act of deference has your heart panging in your chest as he admits, “My father taught me many things, but I think the trade of blacksmithing was one of the more useful ones. I was always eager to learn new things, but after I first saw you in the forest,” he presses his lips to your clothed knee, “I took to blacksmithing and practiced day in and day out until I could make something I felt would be worthy of you. I burnt my hands sometimes, and others, I accidentally cut myself, but I got the hang of it pretty quick.”
“That,” you attempt to find words through the fog in your head that the silver ringing it is making difficult locating. “that was long time. Ago.”  You add with a sniffle and your alpha turns his head so that one cheek rests on your knee. This time, when another tear collects into a droplet, your eyelashes catch it and it clings to them for a second before it rains down over your lover’s exposed cheek.
He smiles adoringly up at you.
“Yes, my omega. But I’ve loved you for far longer than that.”
Trying to form coherent thought, with the silver circling your head, is like trying to find something you’ve lost in a cloudy mist.
But even that cannot disperse the solid emotions that have long settled in you.
“I…I love…you,” you get out, the hot tears streaming down your cheeks now, Want to,” you swallow, “Want to mark. To show you.”
His head departs from your legs and he considers you for a moment.  
“Do what you must, my love, “his eyes softening as he gives you permission,” though, I cannot guarantee I won’t have to shackle you with more silver. What little control I have left is soon to snap because of how you beckon me so,” he brings his face closer to yours only to leave a featherlight kiss under each of your eyes and you can’t help it when you whine for more, “with how you beg for me so.” Something wet, long and soft brushes against your cheek only for it to go upwards in a stripe as he licks at the tears along your cheekbone and you’re quivering in an instant.
When he pulls away, his mouth is painted with your tears and blood.
Your wolf yowls, deep within you, and she wants to give him more.
“Alpha,” you call,” Bite. Bite me.”
Your alpha doesn’t question you. Understanding passes over his features, and then he’s smirking knowingly.
With the fingers he still has wrapped around your wrist, he turns your hand over so that your palm is brought to his lips.
Silver irises flash back up to you.
“There, alpha,” you breathe while he rubs his mouth along the side of your hand, his sight tangling deeper with yours all the while.
He parts his mouth, and before you, his canines lengthen until they reach his lower lip.
You do not wince when those teeth pierce your soft, pliable flesh.
He’d made them sharp enough that it would bring you no pain.
He sucks you between those beautiful lips of his, and you moan.
You don’t give a damn about anything except for him.
He stays there for how long, you don’t know, but even the moon becomes shy and has the clouds cover her from the sight of on his knees for you–both emotionally and physically– as he is. 
He’s deliberate when he pushes his fangs deeper into your skin and groans, the sensation and vibrations from his throat sending a shudder through your shoulders.
The implications of the action are as loud as the sound of need you make when he detaches from you, his teeth tinged with your scarlet tears.
“Please, alpha.” They are the only words that reach your addled, jumbled mind now.
“I know, my love,” neither of you look at the rising pool of crimson that flows forth from the two large puncture wounds he’d left on you. Your attentions are entirely too fixed on each other for that. “I know exactly what you want.”
He is slow, unhurried in how he places your wounded hand over one of his cheeks and then drags it,  steadily, along. A trail of crimson treads from his skin and then over his mouth, a gasp falling from your lips when he laps at you.
He doesn’t stop.
Not until you’re shaking. And begging.
Only then does he draw your bleeding hand over and across the other side of his maw.
“Does this please you, omega?” He grins, “To know that I’ll have you spread all over my tongue and my body? Or perhaps you wish there was something else you could smear me and my mouth with, hmm?”
He looks like a crazed, wild creature. And it’s hot as fuck.
 It just makes you want to jump him even more.
Desire writhes within you. Your thighs instinctively try to seek each other, but the silver shining on your head makes your movements sluggish in a type of lethargy that has settled over your muscles.
You whine again.
Your alpha laughs.
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vminkookminv · 8 months
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🔞 wip wed - alpha jk auction, public humiliation
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In spite of that massive orgasm, the ropes of cum splattered on the tiled floor to prove it, the alpha doesn’t soften. Jungkook’s stomach trembles as the hand on his abused cock tightens its grip.
“Got a lot of stamina, this one,” the auctioneer quips. He resumes his ministrations with more fervour, using both hands to touch Jungkook’s pulsating cock. Some of the cum gets slathered around, making him look so messy—a sorry sight. It’s filthy, but it’s just what the buyers like, judging from their hums of approval.
“God, he’s popping a knot,” says one of the audience.
“Just like that,” says another.
The alpha lets out a wail. It’s true—the man has the base of his cock squeezed so tight that his cock probably thinks it’s inside an omega. It begins to inflate in size, slowly but surely. 
Jungkook’s tears spill onto his cheeks as his knot is handled roughly. There’s nothing he can do with his hands tied behind his back, the eye of every prospective buyer in the room on him. His knees quiver, threatening his stance on the pedestal. Perhaps he would fall if it wasn’t for the man standing behind him, holding onto his leash.
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Of Rain & Lilacs
Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Chubby!Reader
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❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞
* This is a chapter prequel for an upcoming series ‘Autumn Leaves’ OT7 x Omega!Chubby!Reader
**NOT PROOFREAD**
𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: strangers to lovers to estranged (?) Angst, Eventual Comfort, Fluff, Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears
𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
If you were to ask your high school classmates to describe you in one word they would all say the same thing: Strange.
Now fast-forward four years later and ask your university peers the same thing. This time they would all say: Definitely strange.
Growing up you always knew you were a bit different. If it wasn’t your mother constantly reminding you to stop saying good morning to all the trees you passed or apologizing to a rose bush for picking a drying stem off of it because people don’t like different, they’ll laugh at you.
Your father would console your mother telling her it was you just being a kid, that you’ll grow out of it when you presented, but that was just the beginning.
Nights were filled with screaming matches from your mother as she picked at your clothes and hairstyles deeming them embarrassing to your family, that your siblings are too ashamed to be seen with you cause who wears huge sun hats and knee-high boots together? It was already bad that you’d presented as an Omega in a long lineage of Alphas.
Your family lived in an uber religious rural town in the countryside so imagine the utter scandal you caused at age 15 when you showed up to church sporting a pink buzz cut with cute little red hearts after your mother yelled at you the night before for wanting to give yourself an undercut.
You still traced the scar on your arm you got after your father threw a bottle at you for daring to humiliate him like that.
Their constant ill-treatment didn’t stop after you’d graduated and moved to a university 6 hours away however. The occasional phone call from your mom or bother telling you that you wouldn’t amount to anything would remind you that yes they were still (unfortunately) alive and well.
At least now when you walked through the halls of your school in your rainbow waistcoat, people would whisper when you’d walk by and not saying something to your face.
“Hey freak! Come here!”
Maybe you spoke too soon.
Choi Gaeun. Her name means “kind” and “beautiful” you could scoff at that. Sure she looked like she stepped straight out of a magazine but she was anything but kind.
Gaeun has got it out for you since you’d moved into the city. You’d barely spoken a full sentence to the girl before the whole campus had your name spilling from their lips with sordid slander attached.
“Hellllooo? You stupid or somethin?”
You sighed and clutched your purse, ready to escape any venom dipped words Gaeun was ready to toss your way but you were too late.
You almost escaped but Gaeun was faster. She had put a perfectly manicured hand on your shoulder and shoved you back down onto the bench you were enjoying your smoothie on.
“Aren’t omegas supposed to be obedient little rats?” The Alpha girl sneered, her posse of other rich Alphas from elite families lingering behind her like ducklings.
“What do you want Gaeun?” You muttered, hand clutching the strap of your fuzzy purse tightly as you looked around nervously.
It was fruitless to expect anyone to help. Most of the other students either ignored the situation, quietly watched from a distance, or asked if you were okay after the group of bullies were out of sight.
You just wanted to enjoy your smoothie in peace before your next class but Gaeun’s life goal was to ruin any chance at peace you desired.
“Oh so it does speak, at least it’s not completely stupid.” Another girl, Jangmi if you remembered correctly, laughed from Gaeun’s left.
Gaeun crossed her arms in front of her busty chest, her eyes looking you up and down.
“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your conversation with the grass?” A chorus of laughter erupted behind her as you shrunk into yourself.
Sticks and stones, sticks and stones.
“I-I have to go to class…” you made a move to stand but was pushed back down again, this time hard enough that you dropped your smoothie all over yourself resulting in a lot of unwanted stares and laughter shot your way.
A deep flush burned your ears as you frantically took your sweater off and tried to dab the mess away all the while Gaeun pointed and laughed loudly.
“Are you okay?” The crowd hushed as the one and only Jeon Jungkook, prized Alpha and most sought after student on campus, pushed passed the hoard and kneeled down in front of you, picking up your soiled purse from the ground.
“Kookie!” Gaeun chirped, her voice going up several octaves as she twirled a bleached strand of hair between her nimble fingers.
Jungkook looked back for a brief second, shooting her a friendly smile.
“I’m oka-“
“She’s fine!” Gaeun stepped between you two as Jungkook and you got up. She was quick to dust off your shoulder as if that would do anything and bat her expensive eyelashes at the star Alpha.
“She‘s just a clumsy little thing, right?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes at her desperate change of attitude. You were certain she would bark if Jungkook asked her to.
Gaeun pinched your elbow hard at your lack of response making you quickly nod your head and look down at your ruined shoes.
Jungkook didn’t look all too convinced as he handed you your purse, a frown weighing heavy on his handsome features.
“But your cute sweater is all sticky now…”
Your head snapped up in surprise, not expecting the simple compliment from the most popular Alpha on campus.
Gaeun’s jaw clenched for a brief moment, a sure sign that you would pay for it later.
Before you could mutter a thank you the heavy bells rang out through the stone walls, signaling the start of your afternoon class.
Most students who stayed to watch the scene unfold were now rushing to make it to their assigned buildings.
“Oh! We have to go!” Gaeun was quick to hug Jungkook’s toned arm to her chest, not shy to press herself against him flirtatiously. “We need to go to class Kookie!”
When she saw that you weren’t moving she shot you a warning glare, her eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red.
You tensed at the silent threat and scooped up the rest of your things, wanting nothing more than to make it back to your tiny apartment and mourn your soiled sweater in peace.
“Wait, you can’t walk around like that- here.”
A tiny gasp left your lips when Jungkook slipped off his dark green hoodie, his shirt riding up just enough to tease his firm stomach.
Your eyes shot nervously between his extended arm and Gaeun’s equally shocked expression.
If you took his offer you’d no doubt be mauled by Gaeun and her pack of mindless followers, but if you didn’t take his offer you’d hurt the kind Alpha’s feelings AND have to suffer the walk back to your place in a goopy sticky mess.
Jungkook didn’t really give you a chance to make a decision before he was gently helping you tug off your garment, his sweater now drowning your much smaller figure.
Your mouth open and closed, no words coming out as you tried to thank him but also save your neck as Gaeun’s raspberry scent was turning dangerously sour.
“There, much better!” His lips turned up in the most breathtaking bunny smile you’d ever seen. “See you around okay?”
And with that the boy turned and walked away, a now pouty and whining Gaeun tugging on his arm looking like a child throwing a tantrum.
You felt like your feet where melting into the ground holding you hostage. Did that really just happen? Did Jeon Jungkook of all people on this ridiculously huge campus give you his equally ridiculously huge sweater?
You would convince yourself it most definitely was a dream if it wasn’t for the scent of fresh rain and lilacs that gripped your entire being, your knees suddenly becoming wobbly and your heart rate speeding up.
So this was the smell of an elite Alpha.
Sure you came from a family of pure Alphas who had a wide variety of scents but nothing compared to Jungkook’s scent.
Jungkook’s scent seeped deep into your bones, turning your brain into mush until all your omega could pitifully whine was Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.
Oh this was not good at all.
You shut your stupid Omega instincts that preened for the boy away as you scurried off in the opposite direction to your apartment. The sooner you took the delicious smelling garment off the sooner your mind would stop racing with foolish thoughts of a certain Alpha.
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The next morning you paced back and forth in your one room apartment, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your cardigan as you thought of ways to approach Jungkook and thank him for lending you his sweater yesterday.
You had baked him cookies as a thank you, said treats were packaged in a frog patterned bag with a silky purple bow holding it shut.
It wasn’t too childish was it?
What if he didn’t like cookies, what if he didn’t even want his sweater back cause you washed it and now it smells like you and he doesn’t want his lover to think he’s two-timing them and you’d unintentionally home wreck a beautiful relationship–
You rushed to your bedroom and dove head first into your nest, desperately gathering as much blankets as you could and rolling yourself up tightly in them.
The weight of the comforters gently eased your nerves that were building up into a panic attack.
You hummed to yourself as you willed your emotions to still, not wanting to ruin your day before it even started.
Jeon Jungkook wasn’t like Gaeun. He wouldn’t make you feel icky and sad like she did. His smile was friendly, not condescending like everyone else’s.
After a few minutes you unraveled yourself from your safety cocoon and gathered your things, ready to thank your savior.
Or maybe not.
You only had one class with Jungkook in the afternoon but it was almost impossible to approach the tall boy as he was always surrounded by numerous admirers.
You couldn’t blame the small crowd that followed him everywhere, I mean he was Jeon Jungkook for God’s sake.
Jungkook came from a family of Elite Alphas, much like yours. Elite Alphas were the top of the food chain, many becoming A list celebrities, doctors, or important business people.
To be born into an Elite Alpha line was nothing short of a great honor. Except for you.
Omegas weren’t rare but being born an omega from an Elite Alpha line certainly was. Omega’s we’re almost always looked down upon if they weren’t anything but obedient little caregivers. The highest position an Omega could have was a model, but only because they were already seen as objects to dress up and gawk at.
You got the short end of the stick Gaeun would tell you often. Not only were you an embarrassing Elite Omega but you were fat, nasty, ugly.
Sure you were curvier than the average student on your campus, your thighs thicker, hips wider and tummy softer but you weren’t a monster.
You always knew that although you had Elite blood running through your veins, it meant nothing as long as you were an Omega.
You peeked around the corner of the wall you were trying to hide behind from as you watched Jungkook bid his friends goodbye, no doubt making his way back to the Alpha dorm for his zero period.
Waiting three Mississippis, you half jogged down the hall to catch up to the raven-haired boy, slightly out of breath as you called out to him.
Jungkook pulled his earbud out from his right ear before turning, his head slightly tilted in surprise before he gave you the same friendly smile from yesterday when he saw who called him.
“Oh! Hey cherry!” You stopped before him, now it was your turn to tilt your head. “Um, cherry? Why am I- oh!” You awkwardly laughed and lightly smacked your forehead with your palm.
“Cause of the cherry smoothie I spilled all over myself yeah-“ oh this was painful.
Jungkook laughed lightly, clearly meaning the nickname with no ill intent.
“Was it that obvious it was cherry? Oh no did I really walk around smelling like that?” You thought out loud, Jungkook quirking a pierced eyebrow up in amusement at your rambling.
“No it wasn’t that strong you smell more like-“ He suddenly leaned in close giving you a clear reminder of how much larger he was compared to you. “Old books and sweet coffee. Cute.”
You squeaked and jumped back, your eyes wide as Jungkook leaned back, loud laughter rocking his shoulders happily.
You frowned and pushed the bag containing his sweater and treats into his arms.
“I was going to thank you for helping me yesterday but now I’m second guessing my decision…” you grumbled at the boy.
Jungkook wiped an imaginary tear from his eye before catching the bag in his arms.
His big eyes sparkled in interest as he dug his inked arm into the bag, pulling out your gratitude cookies.
“What’s this?” He smiled inspecting the cute packing.
“I’m bad at words so I hope you like cookies.” You explained with a shy smile.
Jungkook wasted no time in shoving the rest of the bag under one arm, his fingers working open the bag and popping a whole cookie into his mouth, moaning softly at the sweet taste.
You willed any improper thoughts away as you watched him savor his treat.
“These are really good! Did you make them?” He spoke around the cookie, looking like a happy bunny chewing away.
You blushed lightly at his praise, your pigtails bouncing as you nodded happily.
“Yep! I call them. Smeaches!”
Jungkook stopped mid bite into another cookie as he looked down at you muddled.
“A who?”
“A smeach!” You corrected him, “a sugar cookie but with a smidge of peach so you know, smeaches.”
You stated it so matter-of-factly that Jungkook almost felt foolish for questioning you.
There was a pause between you two before the Alpha erupted into another fit of laughter, getting the attention of a few passing students wondering why he was even talking to you.
“Smeaches, oh man that’s the best thing I’ve heard all year.” He groaned as his laughter was starting to cause an ache in his tummy.
You tried to look offended but his laughter was too infectious so you joined in with your own light giggle, happy that Jungkook liked his gift.
“Thank you for this…” he looked a little unsure, eyebrows raised a bit as he tried to remember your name.
“(Y/n)!” You introduced yourself with a shy smile.
“Oh right! Sorry I know we have a class together, I don’t know why I didn’t introduce myself to you sooner. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. It’s a pleasure.”
He held out a hand for you to shake which you didn’t hesitate to do, trying not to think too much about how his hand practically swallowed yours whole.
Of course you already knew his name, I mean this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about, who didn’t know him?
“The pleasure is all mine Jungkook.” You politely stated, a bit reluctant to drop your hand to your side awkwardly.
“Then, I’ll see you around yeah?”
You tried not to show the disappointment on your features as he took a step back, fixing the bag that was under his arm.
Maybe this would be the last time you got to talk to him, considering his popularity and how hard it was to get him alone.
Oh well, you paid his kindness forward that’s all you needed to do anyway.
“Yeah, see you!” You waved him goodbye, watching as he continued down the path to the dorms, happily munching on the cookies.
Except it wasn’t the last time you would run into the Alpha.
It wasn’t even a week since your last talk that he plopped down onto the bench next to you in the courtyard as you were writing a paper for your sociology class, catching you completely off guard.
He didn’t come alone, happily introducing you to his Beta friend Yugeom.
You learned that they were both majoring in Ethnomusicology, something that had you thinking he couldn’t be any cooler than he was now.
The three of you chatted for a bit before you needed to head to your next class, a promise to finish your conversation another time.
Slowly but surely your path would cross with Jungkook’s a friendly relationship blossoming between you both much to your excitement and Gaeun’s frustration.
Her bullying got worse the more you and Jungkook spoke to each other. What started off as verbal harassment was bleeding into a shoulder shove here or a jab from her elbow there.
You willed yourself to ignore her as much as possible. You were used to her commenting on your looks and bizarre mannerisms but when she poked your exposed arms and told you that nobody wanted to see a fat pig running around, you’d hug yourself and walk away as fast as you could, not daring to let her see the tears stinging your eyes.
You couldn’t help that your body was shaped different, that the trees bid you good day, that the clouds and the sky smiled back at you and that you were positive the stray cats you fed understood you.
You had a friend or two growing up but it was nothing compared to how Jungkook almost seemed to seek you out, a new friend trailing behind him waiting to meet the odd omega he would often bring up.
Even his friends thought you were strange. Not in a bad way of course, in an almost refreshing kind of way.
You weren’t afraid to speak your mind, you always gave them weird but yummy home baked treats and you didn’t seem to swoon over the fact that they were Alphas.
Most other people would try to use their sub-gender as a means to talk to them, always with the intent of mating or being close for future connections but you weren’t like that at all. You liked Jungkook and his friends for who they were.
Jungkook often thought about how it seemed like this was the first time you even had friends to begin with.
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bulletproofscales · 7 months
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august heat day 4 - dynamics (2seok-kook)
honestly more of a drabble situation happening but i liked this one a LOT! (╯✧▽✧)╯  not everything has ot have a plot ! specially if im meant to pump these out once a day .( ̄▽ ̄*)ゞ  enjoy this horny stream of thoughts. 
tags: established married 2seok , omega x omega , omega seokjin , omega hoseok , work couple , alpha jungkook , recepcionist jungkook , weight gain , unconsious gain , oblivious gain , chubby jungkook
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Hoseok and Seokjin knew omega and omega relationships aren’t easy. 
Not so much because of hormones, or the heats. Like most people like to assume. 
The stigma was quite tiring, though. 
So many alphas, convinced they’re the ones to make the married couple knotcrazy. That they’d be able to score two omegas. Hoseok can’t hide his disgust and Seokjin can’t contain his laughter as smug alphas make their way to them whenever they go. It's humiliating enough to make anyone flee. 
But… The looks they both exchange shows they’re thinking the same thing. 
This one is different. 
Big, puppy eyes. A tone that's too sweet to be an alpha. But it's obvious, the way his shoulders stretch his poor button up shirt, chest stretching the poor buttons a bit. And scent musky enough to seep through the office. 
“Introduce yourself.” Their boss instructs the alpha. 
“Hi everyone, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I’m the receptionist here and—and just let me know if you need help with anything!” A full 90 degree bow, and the way he has to adjust his big glasses afterwards is all it takes for the Seokjin and Hoseok to know. 
It wasn’t intentional, the couple didn’t talk it over. But it must've been instinctual the way they both gravitated towards the reception desk to personally introduce themselves. Getting a closer look at the alpha’s cute demeanor, bowing to Seokjin and Hoseok, who had since long stopped trying to hide the fact they’re a couple in the office. They could see Jungkook’s eyes navigate to their linked hands and the rings on each of their fingers. It's so cute how the gears turn in his head. 
A test if you will. To see if Jungkook’s respectful junior employee facade went beyond subgenders. And it did, in that same conversation the blush-cheeked alpha congratulating them both; albeit a little embarrassed, but that's okay. It only enticed the two omegas more. 
They don’t know who started it. But they formula became simple enough:
Bring extra sweets to work, to offer their receptionist. 
Hoseok and Seokjin live together, so it was easy enough to find Seokjin making an extra serving of the lunch they will bring to work the next day. Or Hoseok driving them to stop at a bakery before work. Unspokenly aware of who all of this food was for. It would be too embarrassing to bring up. 
Gifting an alpha food. That’s such primitive and backwards omega courting strategies. Hoseok and Seokjin are nothing like that! They're above instincts. And certainly above looking out for an alpha. 
But how could they resist, when Jungkook took everything they brought him so gratefully. It was perfectly convenient when he forgot his lunch the first time and Hoseok was quick to offer to buy him some. Though most times, the alpha had dutifully brought himself something to eat, yet he always made sure to scarf down the servings that the omega couple had brought for him. They could see him from their desks the way he determinedly forced himself to finish, and the way he leaned back on the office chair afterwards; a little bit short of breath from just how full he is. 
That's a satisfied alpha right there. A thought that fueled them even more. 
And their efforts paid off. The couple knew their spouse was also ogling the alpha as his work clothes began to fill out. His already tight button ups, looking suffocating, not in muscle but chub. Pillowy to the touch in the unflattering fabric. Belt of his dress pants created a muffin top that sat over the waistband. Otherwise muscular and small butt looking rounded out and bubbly; jiggling when he brought out copies to their manager. Or came back with everyone’s coffee order. Seokjin could not have been less subtle when, with the exclusive view of his desk, he saw the way Jungkook sat down and subtlety undid his belt and pants just when he arrived from work. 
He was plumping up, from them. Their doing. 
It should've been a stop sign. After all, doesn’t anyone want a strong chiseled alpha? Guess Seokjin and Hoseok aren’t that succumbed to instincts. The first sights of progress motivated them even more. Jungkook had to force himself to finish out of politeness those first weeks. But afterwards, it seemed like the alpha couldn’t get enough. 
And who were they to deny him? 
He whined so sweetly when lunch time was arriving, restless as his stomach grumbled. In the more quiet moments of the office, you could even hear it. In meetings where Jungkook was taking notes, the blush rose all over his rounded out face. Burying his head into the notepad as he scribbled away, hoping nobody would have heard. 
Probably the entire table did, but Hoseok quietly slid down the little tray of snacks that Jungkook had prepared himself. Mostly untouched, maybe that’s why he can see hesitation in the alpha’s eyes. Jungkook could never resist though, not when one of his two favorite senior employees was offering. A warm smile he knew Jungkook couldn’t say no to; if the last 4 months are anything to go by. The entire tray was eaten by the receptionist who put it there, and Hoseok’s hand pats the alpha’s thigh under the table when he feels Jungkook shift uncomfortably full. 
Their alpha has no self control. 
Hoseok and Seokjin swear it was a coincidence when they saw Jungkook hurriedly rush to the toilet. Right before lunch. Wouldn’t have thought much of it if it wasn’t for the quiet ‘fuck’ that came from one of the stalls. Once again, the couple share one of their knowing looks. 
“Jungkookie? Everything okay?” Hoseok asks tentatively. 
“Oh–Yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just.-- ugh!” His grunt is more whiny than frustrated. Adorable in every situation it seems. “Is it just you guys?” His tone is quieter. It's lovely how he already knows the couple is together. 
“Yes, puppy. You can tell us.” Seokjin says an endeared smile already on his face. The pet name that's been slipping out of both their lips lately. But they made sure to keep it for private moments like these. 
Jungkook doesn’t answer, instead opening the door. To reveal the sight of his fully unbuttoned pants, with a pudgy bottom roll that pushes between the flaps. A curved cute belly with naked pink pudge along his hips. 
“I–I snacked all day and now I can’t get them to button.” He confesses. “B–But I got a meeting after lunch and I–I can’t skip lunch but they definitely own’t button then!” He whines, eyebrows cutely scrunched up in worry. 
“Aigo… You should’ve bought a bigger pair a while ago, Kook.” Seokjin comments without malice. 
“I didn’t think I gained t–that much. Until now.” He becomes more and more shameful, trying to shrink into himself. 
“Let's go buy you some new ones!” Hoseok interjects. “Our lunch break is long enough, plus we can invite you to lunch, like we’ve been talking about.” He eyes Seokjin. A bit of a shameless advance, but the couple has been talking about it for months. 
Jungkook smiles a bit, knowing but still timid. “O–Okay, let's go.” 
Not only is this one not like the others. This one is theirs.
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omegaminie · 8 months
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love contract - jikook office a/b/o au
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Summary:
To become the new CEO of Park Cosmetics, Omega Jimin must have a husband and create an heir.
After a one night stand with his Alpha assistant Jungkook, he decides to marry the Alpha and have his child.
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elleomoonchild · 1 year
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Knot A Problem - an ot7 pack fic
The youngest alpha in the pack has been unusually moody, bratty, and overly emotional as of late. He’s been all pouts and teary eyes and doesn’t want to listen to any of them, not even his pack alpha. Which is the biggest cause for concern. The pack is a bit at a loss of what to do with their normally happy and behaved pup.
But it isn’t until the pack’s holiday retreat when pack alpha Namjoon and pack omega Seokjin realize just what’s been going on: Jungkook is about to go into his first rut.
Or ~
Alpha Namjoon and Omega Seokjin have to help tame and train their youngest alpha mate Jungkook on how to properly handle his rut before the rest of the pack can join them.
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bts-fic-collection · 1 year
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thank you so much for opening again !! may i ask if you have any recs with omega jimin with either jungkook or yoongi being super kind alphas? like almost a role reversal in attitude. preferably smut ♡ thanks !!
I do have a few, yes! :)
Perfect Two by amoonchildsmind
Rating: M
Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 10,878
Summary: How hard can it be to court the omega he's been attracted to since childhood. Apparantly it was Level: Impossible for Jeongguk. At least not without almost breaking stuff or himself in the process. He has it all planned out. If it weren't for his stupid friend who made it even worse.
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Jungkook had his courting gift ready for a while now. Sadly, he was too scared to make a move. Good thing his best friend was there to help. Bad thing.... he was about to love his shit when said friend butted in and almost ruined everything.
Nectar by citricnectar
Rating: T
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 24,402
Summary: "Your appa and I brought you to the Parks' to meet Jimin when they got home from the hospital." His mother says with a smile every time she tells this story. "You held out your little hand to him and he reached up to hold your finger and you cooed and started babbling and giggling like I'd never seen you do before. And you were such a shy baby, Yoon-ah, it was a delight to see you so excited."
Yoongi is home on a short weekend break from college for his childhood best friend Jimin's birthday.
He didn't think a single weekend would be enough to change the trajectory of his entire life, but maybe this was always how it was meant to be.
sad eyes by whenitstarted
Rating: E
Pairings: Yoongi/Jimin
Status: Complete
Word count: 37,319
Summary: When Yoongi meets Jimin, he isn't in the right place for a new relationship and is still grieving his last one — that can't stop fate from intervening and making them both lovesick fools, though.
OR
the one where jimin has sad sparkly eyes and yoongi makes them the happy kind of sparkly instead
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romes-are-rosie · 5 months
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Puppy Love
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(10.9k words {3 shapters})
At the ripe age of 23, Jungkook finally presented as an alpha. When it all started, he thought he knew what to expect, based on what he'd heard from other alphas. When a few days after his initial symptoms, he started showing signs that pointed towards a rut—he was secretly elated. He had nothing against being an omega—he even thought it kind of suited him sometimes. All he wanted though, was an easy presentation. He had faith that he was going to walk out of this with a new great sense of smell and a few quirks.
Of course, thanks to his luck, it was everything but a breeze.
~ Jungkook has a hard time as a newly presented alpha, struggling with all the new feelings and instincts.
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colormepurplex2 · 1 month
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Now I'm Yours | Feel It In Your Soul
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↳ Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader ⤜ A/B/O, Established Relationship/Mates ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 6,697 ⚠️ Vulgar language, fingering, knotting, creampie, discussion of violent acts, fighting/physical altercation, alpha challenge, knife violence/attack, blood, injury, bond sex, dick licking/oral, slick eating, biting/marking, blood/wound licking, surprise pregnancy
A/N: Read Make You Mine, the first installment of this series, here!
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When you meet Jungkook’s family in the garage the next morning, the sun isn't even up yet. His parents are waiting next to the large SUV that’s idling by the open door when you enter through the side entrance from the laundry room.
After a hasty shower, you threw on jeans and a t-shirt and are now helping Junghyun load the back of the vehicle with a few boxes from the storage room. The tops of the boxes are labeled with various things, mostly boasting medical supplies or nonperishable foodstuffs.
“Did Jungkook say why he wanted us to bring all of this stuff?"
Junghyun looks up at you from under his brow as he bends over to retrieve the next box, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “Donations. We’re going to be close to The Sanctuary, and we try to donate once a quarter if we’re able.”
This is the first you’ve heard of the Jeons donating to The Sanctuary. You’re intimately familiar with the place. It’s exactly what it sounds like: a sanctuary for abused or neglected omegas and their children. Mari was one such omega, cast aside by her original pack when she didn’t match with any of the alphas within it. It wasn’t until Roland, having just taken over as pack Alpha of your old pack, started up his own annual donations to The Sanctuary that he met Mari. Your old pack made at least a donation every six months after that, helping as many omegas and children as possible.
It’s not that you wouldn’t think the Jeons are a pack that would help those less fortunate; you’d just not given it much thought, considering you grew up thinking they were run by power-hunger alphaholes. Not that Jungkook isn’t an alphahole, he’s just…maybe not as bad as you once thought—even without the rose-tinged view you have of him now from being your mate.
The duel is taking place on neutral territory, which happens to be an old warehouse that’s been converted into a performance theatre in the entertainment district of the central city. The warehouse was renovated a few decades ago by the council when enough of the surrounding packs hounded them for a space to meet en masse.
It’s about three hour's drive, the view filled with the sun peeking over the mountains and trees with their leaves changing in preparation for winter. You sit in the passenger seat, head resting against the window while you try not to stress too much over the events of the next twenty-four hours.
“Come on, dear,” the soft voice of Jungkook’s mother drags you from your rumination. She’s leaning through the gap between the front seats, her hand lightly squeezing your shoulder. “We’re here.”
You hadn’t even realized the vehicle had stopped and that Junghyun and Jungkook’s father had gotten out already. 
“Sorry,” you mutter, popping open the door and sliding out.
She meets you along the side of the SUV, a concerned look pinching her brow. “Are you feeling okay?”
Now that she mentions it, you are feeling a bit off-kilter. Though, it’s probably just the nerves. “Just worried, that’s all,” you explain, pressing a hand against your stomach.
“Did you skip breakfast?” she asks, hooking her arm around your other one and slowly leading you to where Junghyun and his father stand near the elevator of the parking garage.
Breakfast was the last thing on your mind this morning. “Yeah. I’ll be okay, though.”
“Nonsense,” she tuts, producing a whole-grain protein bar from the bag slung over her other shoulder. “You’ll feel better with something in your stomach. Now, let’s go find my son. Being near your alpha will do you a dose of good, as well.”
You nibble on the protein bar, looking to simply placate her, but find yourself suddenly ravenous and consume the whole thing in three bites. It sits like lead in your belly, and you immediately regret wolfing it down so quickly.
“This foolish display will start at precisely noon, not long now,” Jungkook’s father states, the clip of his cane hitting the linoleum flooring of the elevator echoing the disapproval that’s evident in his voice.
Junghyun presses the button that’s labeled ‘theatre hall’ on the control panel and the cabled car begins a swift ascent up to the fifth floor. You caught sight of Jungkook's motorcycle in the parking garage, sitting next to Jimin’s red sports car. A few other familiar vehicles lined the rows, but there were dozens more you didn’t recognize.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you feel a familiar humming warmth bloom in the center of your chest. It’s the same feeling you’ve learned to associate with being nearer to Jungkook. Peeking at your phone, you see it’s a message from the alpha, letting you know he’s waiting for you just on the other side of the elevator doors.
“There you are,” Jungkook exhales, not even waiting for you to get off the elevator before he’s gathering you into his arms. His scent engulfs you, immediately putting you at ease. Jungkook is all alpha, and as much as you hate to admit it, he’s exactly what you need; your stomach and nerves are instantly soothed.
Jungkook’s father clears his throat, drawing Jungkook’s attention. “What news do you have?”
Jungkook sighs, releasing most of his hold on you, but keeps an arm over your shoulders and ushers you out of the elevator and into the hall. “Most all the other families have arrived. Jimin is with Daehyun now. I haven’t managed to lay my eyes on either Raiden or Demetrius. According to the council, they’re supposed to be in the eastern dressing rooms. I have seen Kiel skulking around the halls, though, creepy bastard.”
“Have you seen Hyunsoo?” Jungkook nods in answer to his father’s question. “I’d like to have a word with him.”
“Last I saw him, he was inside speaking with the council.”
“Perfect, I could do with a word for them, too,” Jungkook’s father grumbles before starting toward the entrance to the performance hall proper. Junghyun follows closely behind, after dipping his chin at Jungkook. You’ve never seen Jungkook get bent out of shape over designation deference, as some alphas do. He doesn’t force those below him to bow and scrape; he just asks for as much respect as he affords them in exchange. It’s just another tick you’ve had to add to your ‘Jungkook isn’t as bad as I once thought’ list.
“Are you feeling okay?” Jungkook asks softly, his eyes flicking between yours.
You do feel much better now that you’re with him, which would normally grate on you, but you can’t seem to muster up the typical ire for some reason. “I’ll be fine,” you assure him. “Just nerves.” That seems to satisfy him.
“Come on, let’s go before Dad causes too much of a scene.”
“Umm, I’ll be right there. I’m just going to go to the restroom real quick.”
He continues to stare at you for a moment longer before slowly nodding. “Okay. Mom, we’ll be right back—”
“No, no. It’s okay, you don’t have to come with—”
“Jungkook,” his mom interrupts you both, giving her son an amused smile. “She might be your omega, but I promise she doesn’t need you to hold her hand while she uses the restroom. I’ll wait here for her. You go on ahead with your father and Junghyun.”
Pink creeps up Jungkook’s neck and kisses his ears. “Right. Okay. I’ll see you inside,” he mumbles, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before reluctantly taking his arm from across your shoulders and heading toward the door his father and brother disappeared through.
“Thank you,” you say to his mom. “I’ll be right back.”
You’ve only been here a handful of times over the years for various events, but you’re able to follow the signs well enough to the restrooms located on this side of the venue. However, when you get there, the door is locked, and there is a janitorial wet-floor sign posted right outside.
It’s just your luck, right as you’re starting to feel a light wave of nausea wash over you. Taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your inner omega, who isn’t helping the situation at all, you turn to retreat back to where Jungkook’s mom is waiting for you a few halls over. Maybe she’ll have something that can calm your warring stomach and nerves.
“I can break the lock if you need to get in there,” a voice calls out from further down the hall just as you take a step to go back. “You look like you need it.”
You swivel toward the voice but can only make out the silhouette of someone standing in a darkened doorway a few doors down. They pull out a phone, and the blue light illuminates the ceiling for a moment before it’s plunged back into darkness. “I’m fine, thanks.”
“You don’t look fine to me.” The words come with a chuckle that slithers over your senses and sets you on high alert. You’ve heard that voice before. “If fact, you look like a helpless little omega that’s about to sick up all over the floor.”
That’s a thought. You might just do that, considering who steps out from that doorway, the face fitting with the name screaming inside your head. Kiel Barton. He’s every inch the viperous bastard he’s known to be. Despite being not much taller than you, he’s thicker through each arm and leg than both of yours combined. His bald head glints in the overhead light, and the jagged scar on his right cheek is bright white against his red-flushed face. He swaggers into the hallway, just a few feet away, twirling a switchblade through his thick fingers.
“I’m not helpless,” you seethe through your teeth. You don’t necessarily mean for the words to come out so aggressively, but they do. Years of not taking shit from anyone don’t seem to have worn off too much from your time of being mated with Jungkook. And if it’s one thing you’ve always hated, it’s how everyone thinks omegas are weak and soft—helpless without an alpha.
Kiel grins, and it reminds you of something you might see in a horror film right before the psycho killer attacks. “Oh, sweet, sweet omega,” he crows before sucking in a deep lungful of air, “I don’t think you realize just how helpless you are right now.”
You’re about to turn on your heel and run when he leaps. It’s like a strike of lightning; he moves so fast—faster than your reflexes can keep up with. Pain thunders through you as his burly form knocks into you and sends you hurtling a few feet down the hall to land in a heap on the floor.
He’s back on you in an instant, cold steel pressed against your neck. “Get off me!” you scream, trying your best to buck him off despite the disorienting feeling still reeling inside your head.
“I promised my brother as long as he did his part, I would do mine,” Kiel sing-songs in a demented tone, his words trailing off into another one of those spine-chilling chuckles. 
“Fuck you!” You struggle under his weight, your knees and elbows trying to get any purchase along his thick-muscled body that they can. You manage to catch him along the neck with your hand, nails scoring bloody lines through the devil tattoo he has there.
An ear-splitting roar, the sound of loud banging, and running feet sound from somewhere down the hall, making Kiel’s laughter trail off. “Looks like my time to play is—” A small, sneakered foot meets the side of his ribs, turning his words into a grunt. The hit barely rocks him, but you can’t be sure of who it is, though, around his bulk.
“Get off of her, you snake!” snarls a familiar feminine voice, only it’s dripping with far more acid than you’ve ever heard before.
“FUCK! I don’t have time for this!” Kiel thunders, rearing back and bringing a fist around right into your temple, sending you careening into hazy darkness.
There is so much noise and movement that when you first come to, you think you’re dreaming. But then the very real pain lights up along your side, and you’re reminded that this is very much not a dream. You’re laying on the floor in the hallway outside the bathroom, side smarting hard from the impact of hitting the floor and the memory of a meaty fist stark in your mind.
You go to sit up, only to have your hand slip through a puddle of warm, sticky liquid. The scent hits you a second later, thick and metallic. “Oh gods,” you whimper softly. Your hand is bright red when you bring it up in front of your face.
“Please,” comes an even more pitiful whimper from beside you. Adrenaline kicks in, and you flip onto your hands and knees, letting your eyes swing over the scene around you.
A dozen bodies are packed in the hall, fists flying and mouths opened in concussive bellows. It’s pandemonium. Everyone is fighting, familiar faces and those of strangers alike. All the sounds combined make you want to crawl into a corner and cover your ears, but the form lying beside you keeps you right where you are.
Jungkook’s mom lies on the floor. Her body turned at an odd angle, with her hips going one way and her torso the other as if she was flung around like a ragdoll. You realize the whimpering is coming from her. She lifts a trembling hand toward you, and you grab onto it, crawling closer to kneel beside her.
The blood covering your hand, now seeping through the knees of your jeans, is coming from her. A familiar-looking switchblade is protruding from the upper right area of her chest, between her clavicle and shoulder, and there is a cut over her left eyebrow that blood is steadily oozing from.
“No, no, no!” You quickly rip off a strip from the bottom of your t-shirt and press it around the blade, trying to staunch the wound. The cut above her brow doesn’t look deep; all the blood is a bit alarming, but you know headwounds are the worst in being deceptive; they bleed so much. You’re also scared to take your hands away from her chest. “What did you do?”
Her eyes flicker open, rolling wide until they land on you. “Had to”—she pauses, whimpering in pain as someone stumbles backward and knocks into her splayed legs—”pr-protect the baby.”
“Protect the–protect the wh—”
“NO!” The alpha roar echoes through the hall, as loud as a thunderclap.
In the same instant that your hands are moved aside and replaced by the older, more gnarled ones of her mate, arms come around you from behind and you’re lifted up off the floor. Fear grips your throat, and you flail, aiming your elbow backward at whoever grabbed you.
“Stop, calm down!” Jungkook’s voice snaps you out of your fight instinct, and you sag in his arms. The fighting around you has turned into pockets of isolated struggle.
You blink a few times, clearing the panicked haze from your eyes, finally able to piece everything together. There are a few busted lips and some already swelling eyes, but there are at least a handful of familiar faces around you. Each one is executing some form of hold over individuals with less familiar faces; headlocks, arm bars, and others that look just as effective, if maybe more painful.
Then there is the scene at your feet, right out of a horror movie. Jungkook’s dad and brother are kneeling beside his mom, the knife still sticking out of her chest. It looks like the blood has stopped pooling around the blade, but you can’t seem to remember if that’s a good or a bad sign.
“Jungkook! Your mom, we need a medic!” you urge, struggling in his arms again.
A sinister, wet, cackling laugh cuts through the hushed din of the hallway before it turns into a hacking cough. You can hear the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh and pained grunts.
”Shut up, you sick bastard!” The ragged cry comes from further down the hallway, where you see Seokjin with his arms wrapped around Kiel’s upper torso and Yoongi throwing fists into his stomach. “How dare you!?”
“Yoongi.” Jungkook doesn’t have to raise his voice at all. The other alpha stops, fist poised mid-punch, his shoulders heaving. “That��s enough.” The coldness in Jungkook’s tone has the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. You’ve never heard him sound so utterly emotionless. “For now.”
Pounding footsteps sound from the other end of the hall, and a few betas come skidding into view, medical bags in hand. “Out of the way!” one of the betas shouts, shouldering his way down the hall before dropping down beside Junghyun and beginning to work. “I need to get her stabilized before we can move her.”
Everything is still a bit cloudy for you; all you have are flits and flashes of memory, but it’s not hard to piece it together. Kiel came after you outside the bathroom, and then Jungkook’s mom tried to interfere. “Is she, is she going to be okay?” you ask, voice soft, your lips trembling around the question.
Jungkook hooks an arm under the backs of your legs and hoists you up against his chest, and you get your first good look at his face. There is a dribble of blood coming from the corner of his mouth and mild swelling coming up around his left eye.
He’s about to open his mouth to say something when a group of grey-haired alphas cut around the corner at the end of the hall, and the one in the front gasps dramatically, “Good gods! What has happened?” You groan at the loud sound, burying your face into Jungkook’s chest.
“This is what happens when you entertain absurd demands from a known trouble-making pack,” Jungkook’s father states with barely veiled malice.
“This is your mess,” Jungkook says, directing attention to the elders shuffling their feet at the end of the hall. His words are acerbic despite him speaking at a normal volume. It’s an alpha statement, carrying the cutting edge of an unspoken command. The entire hallway stills, the air thick with tension.
“Our mess?”
“If you had listened to me from the start about how utterly ridiculous this whole duel bullshit was, this”—he nods down at his mother, who is still being worked on by the betas—”wouldn’t have happened. I’ll have all of you off the council before the week is over, mark my words,” he seethes. “And, if she doesn’t recover fully, I’ll have more than just your titles. Yoongi, Seokjin, you know what to do.” With that, Jungkook turns and stalks down the hall, carrying you with him.
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Jungkook
There is so much rage simmering beneath Jungkook’s skin that he thinks he might explode if he doesn’t let it out somehow. However, the only outlet he wants right now is you—to get lost in your body and your soul—but you’re in no state to take the brunt of his emotions.
“Jungkook.” Your soft voice draws his gaze down to your face. Seeing the swelling around your eye makes him want to turn around and finish what Yoongi was starting. Jungkook isn’t violent, but he could level the entire city right now if he weren’t so focused on getting you checked out. You bring a hand up and lightly trace the break in his lip. “What happened?”
“Raiden and Demetrius. I think this was their plan all along. One minute, Father and I were talking to the council while we waited, and the next, Raiden and Demetrius, along with a half dozen of their pack, came bursting into the theatre and attacked us.” Jungkook sighs, shaking his head. “I felt you, I felt the…” the trails off, not wanting to voice those feelings aloud. The pure terror he felt through his mate connection to you. The tie between the two of you has never really been an open street, he’s never been able to feel your emotions so viscerally before. It was almost enough to take him to his knees. If he didn’t need to fight off a pack of rabid alphas, it nearly might have. “I’m sorry,” Jungkook rasps.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for. We knew they were up to no good. I should have been more vigilant or, at least, taken you up on your offer to escort me to the restroom.” You try to laugh, but it turns into a groan as your head pounds.
“Let’s get you to the hospital so they can check you over.”
No amount of protests from you will deter Jungkook from getting you to a doctor. Junghyun texts him shortly after he places you in the backseat of the SUV, letting Jungkook know that everyone else is on their way to the hospital and an ambulance is en route to get their mother but that the betas are hopeful.
Several hours later, you’ve been released from the hospital with confirmation of no lasting damage, just a recommendation to get some rest. Jungkook’s lip is patched with a butterfly stitch, per your insistence, and it itches as he sits on the edge of the bed in the hotel room he booked before leaving the hospital. Even though you aren’t concussed or anything, Jungkook didn’t want to risk taking you all the way back to pack lands.
Besides, his mother was admitted and is still there for observation, and he doesn’t feel comfortable being too far away while she’s in recovery. She went in for surgery immediately upon arrival and woke up not too long ago. Junghyun and their father are staying at the hospital with her until she’s cleared to go home, which will hopefully not be more than a few days. Apparently, her wounds looked worse than they were, and she was fortunate Kiel didn’t get her an inch further to either side. Otherwise, it might be a very different outcome.
Jimin texted him a bit ago, letting him know the entire Barton pack is being detained at the local precinct, and the authorities are awaiting word from Jungkook about charges. The council sequestered themselves behind closed doors, but the duel was considered null due to the circumstances. Jimin feels bad about being part of the ruse, even if he was just being used as a means to get close to the Jeon pack.
It’s come to light that the Bartons decided to use their feud with the Parks because they knew the Jeons wouldn’t sit idly by. One big, elaborate plan, all to get close to Jungkook’s Luna and try to tear down the hierarchy. If Jungkook lost his Soulmate, he’d lose his foundation of power as well. Or so, that’s what the buzz was when some of the Barton betas were interrogated, according to Jimin.
Jungkook knows everything is going to be okay, that you’re going to be okay; the doctor told him as much. But, despite that assurance, he can’t seem to relax. You’re curled up in the bed, facing him, and you look so peaceful, even with the swelling on the side of your face, but all he can feel is rage when he sees that…rage and so much guilt.
He never should have let you go to the restroom on your own. If he has his way, he’s never going to let you out of his sight again. It’s such an alarming realization, going from one polar sensation to the next. The fact he could give two shits less about you just a few months ago, and now here he is wanting to murder someone for touching you, is hard to wrap his head around.
Yet, here he is, fisting the edge of one of the blankets as he battles this feeling inside himself. The fact his alpha has been mostly silent since Jungkook laid eyes on you in that hallway is just as alarming. It’s almost like his alpha is giving him space. For the first time since coming into his designation, he feels like a giant void separates him from his alpha; he doesn’t like it.
There’s also the pile of papers sitting on the desk, a few feet away, that hold another key bit of information that won’t let him relax. It was standard testing, just something to help rule other things out and see what kinds of tests they could and could not perform to assess your head.
You’re pregnant.
Now that he knows, Jungkook can tell. There is a distinct, underlying change to your scent. It’s sweeter somehow, more alluring in the sense that you now smell partly like him. He should have known before. He knows that if he hadn’t spent so much time away from you, he would have realized it sooner.
You were surprised, but your shock seemed more subdued. When questioned, you told Jungkook what his mother had said to you. Somehow, even his mother knew before he did. Jungkook feels like a failure, like he’s done nothing right by you. It had to have happened the night of your designation celebration. Neither of you had bothered with any preventative measures that night, too lost in the touch and feel of each other to care.
And now, here you are, pregnant without a bite on your neck and a knot on the side of your head. If anything were to have happened to the baby…Jungkook isn’t sure he can even think about that right now. Not without wanting to put his fist through the wall.
He’s spent weeks worried about staying away from you when all along, he was clearly concerned about all the wrong things. The doctor assured him that even the most attentive of alphas take several weeks before they can smell their own child in the womb. But that doesn’t make Jungkook feel any better.
He thinks back on all the curt and what he thought were nagging messages he had gotten from his mother the last few weeks and can see them in a different light now. She wasn’t just trying to chastise him about his duty; she was trying to coax him home so he could be there for his mate in a way he should have from the start.
Jungkook knows what he needs to do now. There is no question about it. Though, it’s not because he feels obligated…no, he truly wants to solidify that bond with you. As soon as you’re ready, he’s going to offer himself to you, finally and fully.
“Jungkook, are you okay?” your sweet voice breaks him out of his thoughts and makes him release his tight hold on the sheets.
Your eyes look so big and bright even in the dim light of the hotel room as you sleepily blink up at him. How he never wanted to give himself over to you so completely before now marks him as a sure fool.
He sighs, exhaling a slow breath. “Yeah. How are you feeling?”
You stretch, wincing only slightly as your arm brushes along the side of your face. “Better, I think.”
“Can we talk?” he asks after a pause of silence.
You give him a guarded look as you slowly sit up and gather some of the blankets in your lap. The doctor told him you might start feeling the need to nest and gather comfort items, so he had specifically requested the Omega suite, which comes with complimentary brand-new fuzzy blankets and extra pillows that guests are allowed to take home when checking out.
“Sure,” you finally say.
Jungkook watches as emotions cross your face, echoing the pulse he can feel emanating from his chest. His alpha perks up, rousing for the first time in hours it feels like.
“Okay.” Now that he’s been given the go-ahead to talk, he’s suddenly feeling very self-conscious and uncertain. “I know you told me I don’t need to apologize, but I’m going to anyway.” Your lips form a thin line when he says that, so he hurries to continue, “Not for”—he gestures vaguely in your direction—”but for everything else. I want to apologize for everything before this. The way I’ve treated you and how I’ve acted. You’ve deserved better than what I’ve offered you these last few weeks—for being an asshole and a fucking dick,” Jungkook uses your own choice of words for him, and that earns him a small smile from you.
“I want to apologize, too, then. And before you can protest”—Jungkook was 100% about to—”just let me finish. Sure, you’ve not been the greatest the last few weeks, but I know I haven’t either. I should have tried harder, fought you on you being gone all the time, stood up for what I wan–er, needed, and been honest with how it was making me feel.”
Jungkook shakes his head, unable to believe how you’ve yet again turned the tables on him. “I, uh, there’s something that…there’s something I want to do,” Jungkook barely manages to get the words out as anxiety spikes at the prospect of you refusing.
“What is it?”
The look of intrigue on your face turns into pure shock as Jungkook prostrates himself on the bed in front of you, deliberately turning his head to expose the side of his neck to you, an act of submission. “I’m giving myself to you, wholly and completely. All those weeks ago, I claimed you and made you mine, and…now I’m yours.”
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You stare at Jungkook, not sure what to say. “I-I don’t need,” you begin, reaching for Jungkook and encouraging him to sit up, “you to do that. You don’t have to bend to me…as long as you promise never to make me bend to you either.”
Jungkook shakes his head. “I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’ll never force you to be something that you’re not ever again. I’m sorry I didn’t realize this sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you when you asked to come with me to Jimin’s. From now on, I’ll listen to you, and I’ll not dismiss your concerns or voice. I don’t want you to feel like you’re beneath me simply because you’re my mate. I want you as my equal instead.”
The truth behind Jungkook’s words is evident in the fervent way he delivers them but also in the way your omega mews in satisfaction. A bite for a bite, an equal. Even though you wouldn’t be leaving a permanent mark on his neck like he will on yours, it’s still the intention, and it’s completely unheard of in your world. There are stories, myths, really…but nothing wholly substantial.
You shift on the bed, gathering your knees underneath you. Your jeans went into the trash, and all the hospital had was a thin pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you to wear. You fluff out the blankets absently as you mull over his words. “Your equal?”
“Yes,” Jungkook resolutely declares.
“I think I would like that,” you whisper, eyeing Jungkook’s mouth with a quickly burning hunger.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, swallowing hard as you lean in closer to him. “If you need more time to think, that’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” you counter, raising a questioning eyebrow.
Jungkook responds by kissing you hard on the mouth, wrapping his arms around you, and dragging you against his chest. He tastes like home; his tongue is warm and wet against yours, and you’re certain you could drown in the sensation if he let you. But, he comes up for air, breaking the kiss for a moment before pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.
Even with the aches in your face and body, you respond to him. With every teasing nip of his mouth, you feel yourself growing wet. The fragrant cream of your slick blooms in the air, melding with his masculine and spicy scent to create the perfect, heady bouquet.
“I’ve never been more sure about something,” Jungkook whispers the affirmation between kisses until his warm breath ghosts over the scent mark on your neck. “You smell so damn good,” he groans.
You can feel his lips part over the skin there; his tongue laves out and swipes up the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With trembling hands, you help each other discard your clothing, finally coming back together skin to skin. Jungkook pulls you into his lap, his thick cock sitting snugly against your ass. You can feel the bulge of his knot already as if his body is automatically responding to just your closeness.
“You can say stop at any time,” you tell him, earning a surprised grunt when you shove him back against the pillows and deliberately slide your ass slowly over his cock as you move backward.
There is a challenge in his eyes as you meet them. You move until you’re kneeling between his knees, cock sitting prettily before you. “Where, ah,” Jungkook sucks in a stilted breath when you take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, “did you want to?” Pink tinges Jungkook’s ears as he looks down at you, mouth full of him. You tap the inside of his thigh and raise your brows in silent question. “O-okay, just…just be gentle.”
That makes you chuckle, the vibration coming up your throat, and you can tell it sends a shock through Jungkook; his head drops back, and his mouth opens with a loud moan. “Gentle says the man about to put a permanent bite on my neck. An act that is none too gentle, I might add,” you say, letting his cock slip out from between your lips.
“Okay, that’s fair,” he relents, his words breathy as you trace along the underside of his dick with your tongue. “Be as aggressive as you want, then.”
Feeling egged on just a little by that declaration, you plant your teeth firmly into the meat of his inner thigh and bite as hard as you dare. Your teeth pinprick his skin, and the metallic tang of blood leeches onto your tongue. Jungkook grunts; his whole body shivers against your mouth.
“Was that okay?” you ask tentatively once you’ve pulled back to admire the twin crescent impressions you left behind. There isn’t that much blood. The two small wounds from your teeth are already clotted.
Jungkook lets out a heavy exhale as his body finally relaxes back against the bed. His cock twitches beside your face, producing a thick string of pre-cum that has your mouth watering for a taste.
“That was,” he pants, “hot as fuck.”
Pride fills you, and your body kindly reminds you with an intense throb in your clit, how much it turns you on when Jungkook talks like that. “Your turn,” you urge, desperate to get his teeth on your skin and his cock in your pussy.
Jungkook growls his approval, letting his alpha strength take over, and maneuvers you easily into a kneeling position in front of him. Using a gentle hand in your hair, he pulls you up until your back is pressed against his chest, giving him unfettered access to the front of your body while being able to tease your clit with the tip of his length.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks, using the hand in your hair to angle your head sideways so he can lick along the side of your neck. “Let’s see.” His other hand slides down the front of your body, tweaking your nipples on the way, until his middle finger grazes over your swollen, aching clit.
“Don’t tease me,” you say between clenched teeth. Your omega adds her indignation to your own, making your words come out laced with additional grit.
“I just want a little taste,” Jungkook whispers as he hooks his finger lower and massages it along your slit, collecting a generous amount of slick as he does so. You watch as his finger comes up and disappears beside your face.
The wet laving sound of Jungkook sucking his finger sends a shudder through you. You reach down with your hands, cupping Jungkook’s cock in one and using the other to part the lips of your pussy so you can fit him against your entrance. “Fuuuck,” you drawl out as the broad head of his cock slides in.
“I love the way your pussy tastes,” Jungkook moans, dropping his hand to your hip and using it to guide your ass back against him, forcing him deeper. “It’s almost as good as how it feels.”
His fingers prod along your hip, sliding until his palm rests over your lower belly. You whimper, rocking your hips the best you can, and place your hand over his. “How do I look?” you ask. “You once told me I’d look so pretty once I was pregnant with your pup. Do you still think that?”
“You are,” he starts, “the single most”—he emphasizes the words with long, rolling strokes of his cock that have his knot kissing your lower lips with every forward motion—”beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. Even before I fucked you raw and knocked you up.” The beautiful, endearing words contrast so wildly with the dirty confession he tacks on at the end. Proving once again that Jungkook knows exactly how to wind you up and have you begging for more.
“Prove it,” you goade, intentionally dipping your head to the side to expose your neck further to him.
The moment his teeth touch your skin, you both freeze. It lasts only a second, the time it takes for them to sink into the tender expanse of your scent gland. It’s like a double punch to the gut; you can feel it all the way in your soul. The bond snaps into place the same instant Jungkook fits his knot inside you, and you explode, disintegrating into a million tiny little points of pleasure.
Your body opens for him, both physically and mentally. What was once a small trickle of feeling now becomes a deluge of intensity. You’re vaguely aware of Jungkook groaning as he meets his own release, throbbing heavily within your walls. You can feel him beneath your skin, feel the way your own body is wrapped so tightly around his knot, and the infinite pleasure that’s flooding through both of your systems.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jungkook mumbles against your neck, his teeth finally pulling free from your skin. “I can feel everything.”
It’s hard to tell where he begins, and you end. There is a sense of middling permanence, the perfect balance between alpha and omega. You once feared that submitting to him completely would change you in some cataclysmic way. And, it has…only, you don’t feel damned. In fact, it’s far more empowering than you ever thought possible.
Jungkook brushes his tongue along the fresh bite, tending to your wound in a tender way that has you slumping over. He follows you down, gently rutting his hips, which forces his knot to rub and grate inside of you, flooding you with another luscious rush of dopamine, like a second orgasm.
“Jungkook?” you ask, trying not to fall asleep as he continues to nuzzle your neck, and his knot keeps you secured so close to his warm body.
“Hmm?” he hums. Jungkook settles you both on your side, holding you against his chest with one hand and stroking and petting with soft, sensual strokes along every inch of your body that he can reach with the other.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
“I promise never to make you doubt me ever again. You are my soulmate, my Luna…the mother of my child. You are my everything.”
And just as Jungkook said, he made you his, and now he’s yours. Forever.
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Diary Of a Part Time Puppy (JJK)
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(Sneak Peak) (Shifter au, Hurt/comfort, magical Realism, Eventual Polyamory)
Summary:  Both you and Jungkook are outsiders in your respective species. You- a witch without a coven, and Jungkook- a wolf without a pack. But together you make something of a family.
Pairing: Jk x reader, Eventual Ot7 x reader, eventual polyamory, 
Tags: Alpha! Jk, Witch! reader, Touch-starved Jk, hurt/comfort, angst, childhood neglect, parent loss, implied abuse, orphan! Jk, loneliness, depression, Isolation, Jungkook needs a hug, fluff, magical realism, mention of parallel universes. 
W/c: 9.2k
A/n: This is part one to my newest series! there will only be 4 parts to this one (i swear 😭 no more than four), i’m so excited to share this with you guys <3 i’m really really loving this version of jk. This is an unapologetically cute story and i’m not going to apologize for purposefully writing something that will make your feet kick. 
Sneak Peak: Somewhere in the past.
Shifter kids tend to come to the orphanage in waves and batches with the breeding season; lost because the mountain packs have a tendency towards disorganization or brutal practices that the government can’t ignore and deem worthy of ‘rescue placements’
Never mind the fact that being separated from their pack is far more traumatic than many of these practices.  like many other things in his life, jungkook doesn’t have a choice. There is no pack lobbying for his return, no parents that show up like large shadows on the periphery of the fences just to watch their pups or howls from far off in the night whispering his name.  there are no court dates promising reunification. 
for Jungkook- there is no one.
There are maybe 12 others in his immediate year so at first nothing about Jungkook seems out of the ordinary. he’s just a dark splotch in a rambunctious batch of different pelt colors. All of them are kept on tight leashes (sometimes literally) because shifter pups are a handful- let alone when they don't have a pack structure or any omegean parents to scent them docile or an alpha parent to scruff them stupid.
But as Jungkook gets older it gets harder and harder to hide how he differs, even from the other shifters.
First, he was just the fluffiest pup. A little curly-haired wolf with fur as dark as pitch. The color of the forest on nights when there is no moon made to blend in for the hunt. Ironic then that he was scared of the dark.
They think that maybe he’ll grow into another coat. But he overhears a visitor murmuring that pups with dark coats are bad luck, that they foretell a pack that won’t stay together or a lone wolf (they use Jungkook’s predicament as a self-fulfilling prophecy).
The more he blends in the safer he'll be, but blending in gets harder and harder as he grows and grows and grows.  
It was cute at 6 when he was a little extra bulky and a little more to cuddle, when the handlers and volunteers at the orphanage would let out little ‘ooofs’ when he’d flop over their laps for belly rubs. 
It got less cute when he’d outgrown most of his peers and achieved the stature of an average wild wolf by age 9. By then, no one bothered him or tried to nip at his blanket, too scared that he'd nip at theirs and leave big rips in them.  
He reached the size of a full grown shifter by age 12, and He was downright terrifying by 14 when he reached the size of a full grown horse. Big paws and a long shaggy tail that got hair everywhere, a big barrel-shaped body that didn't fit through most doorways.
And It didn’t stop there. He just got larger. By long deemed un-adoptable by 16. Too old and too big and too much (yet somehow never enough).
Jungkook didn’t stop growing. By 18, He was the largest shifter that he'd ever seen. Everyone who saw him also told him he was the largest shifter anyone had ever seen.
He wasn't anything like his wolf form while human either. Too quiet and small and shy, scared of thunder and anything with too many legs. Wary of overcooked vegetables and afraid of the dark and his own shadow. 
Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever going to outgrow that. 
They don’t put nightlights in the shifter pups’ rooms, they say it’s supposed to help them develop better night vision. But Jungkook can't help but squeeze his eyes shut as tight as he can- telling himself that when he opens them it will be daylight again, that the shadows will stop dancing with something just out of reach. Hidden monsters that Jungkook can almost see, can almost feel their claws sinking into his skin or combing through his fur. 
Looks can be deceiving; Even in his wolf form he only ever wanted to cuddle and lick at the other pups, he only ever wanted to bump sides with them and sate the tireless itch in his chest that the others seemed not to feel. The wanting- the restlessness- The ache for hands to touch him and make his body feel real. 
He stopped dragging his sleeping pad off his bottom bunk and over to his neighbors when he was six, but it’s always hard to sleep. His bed is too cold, too absent of other scents. Instincts that he doesn’t understand reach out for hands and love that isn’t there. Nose searched the air for a familiar scent- anyone that smelled safe. 
But Jungkook won’t know what love smells like for a long long time.
It didn’t take long until he was excluded from games with the other pups- His presence was too much of an advantage to tip victory in one team’s favor, he was too fast when it came to tag, his teeth too sharp to play soccer without bursting the ball. 
It wasn’t long until even the friendliest of hands started to hesitate before they pet him, and fear started to gather like a storm cloud whenever he walked into the room. There's Jungkook- the big one, the dangerous one, the one that looks more like a real wolf than the others. 
It didn’t take long for them to start calling him a monster. 
It took even less for him to begin and believe it.
Coming Saturday January 7th at 5pm​ EST (Time Zone Adjustments below) 
(Edit: Please don’t ask me if I do tag lists! I don’t because it creates a lot more work for me and generally doesn’t increase reader interaction 😭)
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Hmmm how about a jealous Eniko & a sexy in love reassuring meadow Jungkook?🥹❤️ Like they are out together with their daughter and run into his ex cat girlfriend, how would all that play out? 😱
Also, Jungkook is such a DILF🥵
OK so I made some changes to this since running into Eun-kyung is actually a pretty big deal! I'll write another DILF Meadow drabble though to make up for it 😉 I hope you enjoy this!
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Story: Meadow Characters: Jungkook and Enikö Word Count: 3890 CW: jealousy, references to sex and marking and mating and past infidelity
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More recent, I don’t know where the others are ??
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Why wouldn’t it? Enikö and Jungkook were now thoroughly entrenched as pack leaders and that meant, to them, more than just the wolves. It meant being out in the community as much as possible, doing their own shopping, running their own errands, rather than hiding behind the privilege and luxury their status could provide. For Enikö in particular, this self-sufficiency was important. She’d been a prisoner in her own home before, locked up in the name of protection. Never again.
The Jeon Territory was large though, and larger all the time as they reclaimed lost pack lands. Large enough she might never be able to walk through downtown and recognize every face she saw; even Jungkook couldn’t, and he’d lived here his whole life. Not to mention the new folks coming in. But people knew who they were, and Enikö wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to strangers approaching her, greeting her by name, asking about her life as if she was… a public figure. Exactly what she was.
It still made her jumpy sometimes. There was no way to predict whether she’d be met by people who supported her work or criticized it. There were plenty of people who despised her, or didn’t recognize her status, or saw her as an invader –and many of them were not afraid to shout it to her face. Change was slow, slow enough she might never be able to feel safe walking around downtown without Namjoon or Ji-yoon or Chailai by her side. Jungkook was her ideal companion, of course, but they’re both just so busy, and what time they did get together was usually spent at home, or running through the forests, or gathering at a friends’ for a barbecue, or at most taking Mira to the Children’s Museum or a park. Of all the things Enikö could do when she had rare childfree time with Jungkook, running errands downtown wan’t anywhere near the top of the list. 
But then came the day: Jungkook had a dentist appointment she’d offered to take him to because he got nervous about dentists, and she needed to pick up her necklace from the jewelers after the chain had broken, so why not take advantage and swing by the new sushi place for lunch while they were at it?
Unfortunately, many others seemed to have the same thought about the sushi restaurant. They could see the line pooling outside the door, so Enikö suggested Jungkook try to get a table while she picked up her necklace. He resisted at first but ultimately his growling stomach and sulkiness about his sore teeth won out, and the jeweler was only two doors down and empty anyway.
It was quick work for Enikö to get the necklace. She didn’t wear the Jeon black obsidian pendant often but it felt nice to clasp it around her neck with the newer, stronger chain. Mira had been immediately drawn to it, as if she understood it was a gem related to her heritage, and yanked it right off her mother’s neck. Jungkook had been proud of her strength –until she tried to eat it and he and Enikö had to work together to wrestle it away. 
The gemstone slowly soaking up the heat from her chest once again, Enikö went to meet Jungkook at the sushi place. The line had cleared out enough she stepped right in to see if he’d managed a table already.
Enikö was friends with several of Jungkook’s exes. There were quite a few to choose from --even more if she dared to prod his list of rut partners from the years he hadn’t had a girlfriend to turn towards.
She did not prod for that list, not yet at least, not until she had more happy, confident years with Jungkook under her belt.
It wasn’t that she doubted Jungkook in any serious way. She felt his love. She knew his commitment. She breathed their bond every day of her life. But she had not yet grown past that twinge in her stomach at the thought of the women he’d been especially intimate with –not the high school girlfriends, but the rut partners who had seen him truly wild with abandon, which she had not; the adult relationships that had lasted longer than a couple of weeks; the particular relationship he had still been in by choice when he’d been forced to mate and mark her.
It was bound to happen at some point, that they’d run into Eun-kyung again. Why not? She lived here. In the territory that now belonged to Jungkook and Enikö. It shouldn’t matter at all and while Enikö had not in any way prepared herself to see Eun-kyung, if she had contemplated it, she would have optimistically believed that her confidence in her true bond with Jungkook would make the interaction no different than when she and Eesha happened to cross paths at the baby gym and had a good chat. They were going to have play dates.
That was not at all how it felt to walk into the sushi restaurant and, after a moment of searching, find Jungkook standing by the sushi counter in conversation with Eun-kyung, the woman he’d still gone to fuck the day after marking her.
Deep shame flooded her without check. Eun-kyung, who had sent him back a box of lingerie and sex videos, as if he’d still want them with his new mate. Eun-kyung, who had talked to her like she was a child, who in her own fucked up way had been one of the only people to point out how fucked up the situation was for both women. Eun-kyung, who had taken out her anger at Jungkook with a pipe to his car and been pressed against it as he murmured his apologies and regret to her.
Enikö wanted to say she was above it all but the way Eun-kyung and Jungkook stared silently at each other for such a long moment, having a secret conversation using some old language developed during their intimacy, dragged her right back to that time in her life that, until a minute ago, had seemed like nothing more than a distant dream. 
“You think I didn’t want to choose you? You think I’d choose this girl I don’t even know-”
Those words would haunt her until she died. She’d papered over them with all the things he’d said since then, words she believed, but Eun-Kyung was beautiful and it ripped the paper right off. Eun-kyung sighed and turned her face away and Jungkook’s tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, Enikö could see the bulge of it and the sexy gesture didn’t help the ball of dread in her stomach.
So what now? Did he still have regrets? Did a casual run-in with the woman she’d stolen him from remind him of the choice he hadn’t been allowed to make? Now he was stuck in a role he both wanted and didn’t want, with a mate who was busy a lot and a demanding young daughter and–-
But she wouldn’t let him go without a fight. She couldn’t. They were happy together! He loved her and she loved him and she wouldn’t let him go easily! She wasn’t that scared little fresh omega deer any longer. She wouldn’t give up her mate! She’d fought to earn her place by his side! 
She surged towards the pair despite the shivers down her spine. Either her motion or the sense of her caught Jungkook’s attention. Eun-kyung was in the middle of saying something but Jungkook turned his body wholly towards Enikö and held his hand out for hers. Instantly she felt less like she’d intruded on something and more like he’d been expecting her, waiting for her. She put her hand into his and let him pull her right into her side, but she caught herself with her hand against her body so there was still the slightest space. So she was still standing at her full height as she faced Eun-kyung.
They were the same height, she realized. In her memories, Eun-kyung was much taller, towered over her, but Enikö had knee-high boots on and Eun-kyung had flats on and they were eye to eye. 
“Hello again,” she said, seizing the right of the first words.
“Hello,” Eun-kyung answered. Maybe she wasn’t as tall, but she was as beautiful as Enikö remembered. Sexy. Cool. So very different than the professional public image Enikö maintained --maybe not as submissive and straight-laced as she’d been raised but at the end of the day, she was still herself. Not very cool.
“Nice chat, Eun-kyung-ssi. See ya later,” Jungkook said and nudged Enikö away but she stayed her ground. They’d been talking about something and she wanted to know what. She worried he wanted to hide things again. Not really but a little bit… His heart race was escalated, she could sense it as if it raced through the fingers pressed to her lower back.
“Things are a little different now,” Enikö said. “But I’m sorry for the pain our match caused you back then. I hope you’re doing better these days and that it’s not unbearable to live here.”
“Why would it be unbearable?” Eun-kyung pressed.
“In our territory.”
Eun-kyung rolled her eyes and gave a little shrug, “It doesn’t matter. Like I told your mate here, that was a long time ago. I’ve moved on.”
“Great.” Jungkook’s voice did not sound like it was great. His thumbs dug harder into Enikö’s back to make her move. “See ya around. Let’s go eat, baby.”
The baby felt awkward to her, like he was showing off. Why did he care? Back then, he’d called Eun-kyung "baby." And Eun-kyung had called her "a baby." Very different.
“It turned out ok for us though too,” she said to Eun-kyung. “He didn’t 'chew me up and spit me out' like you predicted.”
“Yeah, I heard he immediately pupped you and then used your blood connections to take over the pack or something-– look, I don’t care. Good for you. I don’t think about either of you at all and I sure as fuck hope you aren’t thinking of me.”
“Ok and we’re gone, thanks so much for saying hello,” Jungkook snapped and this time took Enikö’s shoulders and guided her away. His wasn’t the only escalated heartrate now. She expected him to lead her out of the restaurant; she was torn between not wanting to cede the territory and knowing that she would feel like she was performing for as long as Eun-kyung was in the restaurant. 
He pulled the chair out of a table that had been waiting for them, then dropped down to press a kiss to her neck near her mate mark. 
“Easy, Enna. Let’s just enjoy our lunch, everything is fine.” 
Was it though? Enikö plastered on a smile and tried to calm herself but it was hard not to read something into every gesture –-or lack thereof. Why didn’t he scent her? It was the normal thing to do when your mate was upset, which he could tell she was. When she rested her hand on the table for him to take, he busied his hands checking off the rolls they wanted instead and then flagged a waiter down for water. 
The meal was uncomfortable, to say the least. Enikö didn’t bring up the odd and hostile meeting. She tried to focus on the food, as did Jungkook. Eun-kyung left with a couple of women not longer after and theoretically that should have diffused things but it didn’t. She barely tasted the food. They started and trailed off multiple topics. She’d never been so glad for Jungkook to call for the check.
Obviously he was still thinking about Eun-kyung. Enikö wished she could read his mind. She wished he would volunteer what had happened without her having to ask. She swished she wasn’t so desperate to know. Suddenly even her own name sounded too close to Eun-kyung’s. Did he ever get them confused, think of his ex instead when he said her name?
“Enikö,” he murmured, taking her hand as they walked. “Just… just let me get us home first.”
“Hm?”
His lips straightened into a line and he said nothing further, the two of them wrapped in silence. That, too, felt like back then. It wasn’t easy, comfortable silence, she didn’t feel his love and presence, she was too wrapped up in her own pained memories, now prodded nearly to a fever-pitch by him sounding like he had something to tell her. 
He’d barely parked the car in the drive before she couldn’t hold it back any longer. 
“Do you still miss her?”
“I’m sorry I–- wait, what?”
“Do you still miss her?” Enikö asked because it was the question at the heart of everything. It didn’t really matter who said what, it just mattered how he felt about it all. Probably.
The passage of emotions across his face was remarkable for someone who often stayed so stoic, but he landed on one that could easily look like anger, brows scrunched, corners of his mouth downturned.
“The fuck are you talking about? Her ?”
“Yes, her . The girl you chose and had to give up because of–-”
“Because I met my true mate and the woman I love more than anything or anyone-–”
“But you didn’t at the time!” she interrupted his rush of flattery before it could further fluster her. She got out of the car; he followed close behind.
“No,” he conceded. “At the time I was pissed. I was angry and… and stupid. I hurt her and I hurt you even worse.”
She stopped just at the edge of the drive. If anyone had noticed their return yet, no one came running. Probably Mira was napping and Otto with her on guard. She crossed her arms and met his gaze and tried to think of what else to say. 
He took hold of her face and stared into her soul. “No, little one, I do not miss her. I haven’t thought of her a day since you took my heart.”
“Which was when?”
“I forget the exact day. Somewhere in Europe. Actually I probably hadn’t thought of her in longer than that… why would I?”
She took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands lower to rest on either side of her neck. 
“En… baby, you don’t need to be jealous of my fucking ex.”
“I’m not… I’m not jealous,” she scoffed. 
“Good. You don’t need to be.”
“I just… just seeing her again made me remember everything back then and…” She let out a deep breath through her nose. 
His voice dropped lower and she felt the flash of distress from him. She hadn’t expected that and in looking, managed to bump their noses together as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“I know,” he breathed out. “Me too.”
“That’s what I’m saying!”
“Yeah, the guilt and the shame just…” He clenched his teeth so hard she could practically feel it in her jaw. “Did I ever even apologize to you?”
“What?”
“For what I did. For going to her and for how I treated you when you were understandably upset–-”
“You did apologize.”
“Well it wasn’t fucking enough. Nothing could ever be enough. Maybe we should have just left after we saw her but I fucked up so much back then, I didn’t want to ruin your lunch too.”
It was ridiculous. It made her pull away and look up at him with confusion. Suddenly the distance between them for their meal felt different: guilt instead of regret, or a different reason for the regret; shame instead of longing for an ex. 
She kept hold of his wrists as she pressed, “So you weren’t fondly recalling–-”
“Yeah, no. It was just awkward to run into her. She came up to me and was all ‘well things look like they’re going well for you.’ And like… yeah, they’re going fucking great for me. How do you tell someone yeah sorry I didn’t tell you I got mated but she’s the love of my life and we have a perfect daughter and my life only got better after you?!”
Enikö’s eyes went wide and she threaded her fingers through Jungkook’s and asked, “So what did you say instead?”
“Oh. No, I basically said that–-”
“You what ?!”
“And I did say I was sorry again about the whole thing but that yeah, my life is great. Don’t look at me like that!”
“You’re such an asshole!” she cried and covered her face with her hands to laugh. 
“I said I hoped her life was going well too!”
“And what did she say?”
“Well then you came in and it just got worse from there…”
“I can’t believe you said that–-”
“Well what should I have said?! I’m not going to act like it wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to me. It sucks I hurt her in the process, that was shitty of me, but I’m not going to lie and act like I regret how my life changed.”
“You’re such a dummy,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him. No wonder Eun-kyung had been pissy. She was never going to feel like she got justice for the way Jungkook had hurt her, that was the truth. Maybe if she knee Jungkook had been hurt by Aloysius... but Enikö sure wasn’t going to call her up and volunteer that. 
Jungkook’s arms were tight around her, the relief in his voice obvious as he sighed, “Ok, so you aren’t mad about–- I thought you were upset again about what I did back then. I was ready to grovel, I just didn’t want to talk about it in the restaurant–”
“I don’t want you to grovel.”
“I’ll do it.”
“No, alpha,” she assured him, and twisted her face to kiss his neck. “I was just a little jealous, that’s all.”
“Of what ?” The way the words sputtered out was soothing in and of itself.
“I don’t know, that you chose her–-”
“I chose you a thousand times. I’ll choose you every time.”
“That you had a good sex life–-”
“Yeah I thought so until I met you,” he snorted.
“That you pierced her nipples.”
He froze. 
“I… well… I did do that,” he said, mouth twisting into something between sheepish and amused. “But I drank from yours so–-”
“Jungkook!”
“I’ll pierce yours if you want me to.”
She immediately clamped her hands over his and pouted, “I don’t. These poor nipples have been abused enough by your daughter, I don’t need you poking holes in them too!”
“Ah, poor little omega,” he murmured. All traces of the guilt were gone now, there was only smug playfulness as he slid his hands up her sides to press beneath her breasts. “Do they need to be soothed?”
“ I need to be soothed. Do you remember when you made me carry home a box of her lingerie and sex tapes–-”
“And you watched them!” he yelled, followed by a laugh. “You know, you were a pretty disobedient brat for a supposedly well-trained omega.”
“Hey!”
“Ah but I know, I shouldn’t have made you take the box home. I was an asshole. I’m a changed man now.”
“Apparently not if you made sure to tell her ex how great your life is now–-”
“Look I will take any opportunity to brag about Mira and you. You’ve got ears? Great, you can listen to how great my girls are.”
She shook her head and let it fall to his shoulder. 
“Ok,” she admitted, “I guess I feel kind of silly now for being jealous.”
“It’s not silly. I put you through a lot, especially around her.” He dragged his nose along her neck and throat, a supplicating gesture rather than a dominant one. “I’m sorry, En. I’ll never not regret how we started. But I’ll live with the guilt if it means I get to spend a lifetime making it up to you.”
“You already do, alpha.”
“More. I can do more.” His lips tugged at her skin and then her teeth. She understood the offer, if she wanted it. If she felt like it, after that emotional upset. 
“Hm…”
“I think it’s been a while since you’ve been jealous over me,” he murmured. “Feels kind of good… just a little bit good!”
“Oh shut up.”
“Would that make you feel better? If I shut up and just show you where my loyalty lies?”
“You didn’t have to make this sexual. I would have been happy with kisses and verbal reassurance.”
“Yeah but I do my best work with my mouth and my dick… and then kisses and verbal reassurance…”
She wavered. A mid-day romp sounded pretty wild with how tame their schedule had become recently. They’d eaten so quickly, there might still be time. They could check and see what time Mira had gone down. And he wasn’t wrong, she never left the bedroom (or sofa or kitchen counter or desk or…) afterwards not feeling certain she was the center of his world. 
“I don’t know, your mouth and your dick seem to have caused a lot of problems in the past.”
“Yeah but not anymore. Unless you’ve got something to complain about?” It was mean to ask that as he dragged his mouth along her throat, tilting her chin up to get that submissive access he wanted. His tongue followed, saliva leaving even greater scent of him, of his claim on her, of the proof he belonged to her too. 
“I guess right now the lack of them is leaving me with something to complain about.”
“Say no more. You want to go upstairs? Or should we just find a nice patch of grass–”
“Jungkook!”
“Yeah, I know the wild girl I mated. No regrets there, Enna. You bite way harder.”
“Yeah, don’t forget that,” she glared. 
“Ah, maybe you should remind me.” After her impulsive bite on his exposed neck, hard enough to make him hiss, he promptly scooped her up. “Ok, we’re in a hurry now.” Enikö giggled as he fumbled to get the door open in his haste to get her upstairs for whatever borrowed time they had left before Mira woke up.
Maybe there wasn’t anything that could make the ending of his previous relationship and the start of theirs feel good. Maybe she’d always feel a little guilty about Eun-kyung too, because things had turned out so well for them. She hoped Eun-kyung had a good life with someone who could make her as happy and erase any of the pain or bitterness that might linger. Jungkook and Enikö had each other for that, and with the attention he lathed on her nipples even left unpierced, she could settle into the truth that there wasn’t actually any space in their relationship for real jealousy or insecurity at this point. 
But, in the event it happened again, she was glad to have an alpha so eager to show her exactly who his heart belonged to with every look, touch, and taste. 
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Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ ABO/Implied Mpreg/Feminization ⚠️
Spending the night before creating a plan, Jungkook sent an ominous text to Jimin that morning.
The alpha knew his mate probably was thinking about it all day because he loved when Jungkook planned something more special than just a standard stuffing.
Jimin enjoyed an extra push or being sent out of his comfort zone and Jungkook was nothing if not an alpha who provided for his mate.
Jungkook had told his mate to put on one of his stretchy, fitted dresses and set up the table for dinner. The alpha was picking up a significant takeout on his way home from work and looked forward to seeing how much Jimin could handle that night.
It had been at least a month since their last proper session so the alpha decided his omega deserved to be spoiled while also having a little treat for himself.
After debating between sushi and pizza, Jungkook ended up going with jajangmyeon. Jimin loved it with a decent heat level and somehow, he could always finish his noodles when motivated the right way. 
Although this time, the alpha bought three orders and was going to see if his mate was up for the challenge.
Between the hefty servings of noodles taking up space alongside the nice effect the spice would have on Jimin, the alpha knew it was going to be fun no matter how much his omega finished. 
Jimin met his alpha at the door when he arrived home, looking beautiful in his dark green dress. The fabric clung to his soft tummy that was finally starting to show in tight clothes all the time instead of just when he was full.
Jungkook knew that everything would be set exactly as he asked - the only thing Jimin loved more than his alpha and good food was praise. 
The table had plates and utensils as well as an assortment of water, soda, and beer. Jimin had even turned on quiet music and dimmed the lights with a few candles that created a nice ambiance.
They both enjoyed creating romance and intimacy out their nights like this, not necessarily into the messier or more intense side of their shared kink. 
Jungkook started unpacking the containers and noticed the omega’s eyes widen when he counted four orders of noodles, meaning three were intended for him.
Jimin almost seemed a little nervous, but the alpha could tell he was excited more than anything else - his sweet honey scent filling the room.
Once it was all spread across the table, Jungkook encouraged him to dig in while he went to change. The alpha knew that Jimin probably expected him to come back in comfy clothes for the rest of the night, but he actually just exchanged his suit for a casual t-shirt and jeans look.
Jimin paused mid-bite and looked at his mate in confusion, asking if Jungkook had plans after dinner.
The alpha simply told him it was a surprise and to keep eating his noodles. The instruction sparked new energy in Jimin and he eagerly dug back into his first container.
For the next ten minutes, the couple ate together in comfortable silence - mainly because Jimin kept a steady stream of food going, only taking breaks to sip on his beer or soda. 
Jungkook was honestly impressed to see how quickly his mate finished the first container. Jimin set it down on the table in front of him, the metal chopsticks clinking together as he leaned back in his chair and chugged down the second half of his beer.
The alpha noted the start of a swell to Jimin’s belly already filling out his dress, the savory saltiness of the noodles paired with both his frothy beverages bloating his stomach. 
The alpha swapped the empty container for the next full one after refilling the omega’s drink selection, tenderly rubbing Jimin’s stomach as he whispered praises in the omega’s ear.
Jimin’s cheeks flushed from the encouragement as he started in on container number two. Jungkook went back to slowly working through his own portion of dinner, mostly caught up in watching his mate enjoy their meal. 
Jimin paused, once again, to take a drink which end up being him draining his second glass of beer in one go. The noodles were very savory so it made sense that he needed a little palate cleanser.
Jungkook was well aware of his omega’s high tolerance, but he grabbed the glass and pushed the soda closer to him - making it clear to go for that one next. He had plans for the evening that didn’t involve getting tipsy although he did tuck that away for another night. 
While Jungkook arranged Jimin’s drinks, he watched his mate rubbing the side of his stomach; his chest was heaving just a bit after chugging his beer and it took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath.
The alpha kissed his forehead and decided it was time to do a check-in. Jimin seemed grateful for the question as he asked for a little break to digest. 
The omega’s stomach was forming a sweet little paunch; his dress continued to accentuate the bloat of salty noodles and carbonation.
Stuffings had started giving him such a taut roundness to his tummy now that he had added a bit more weight to his frame. Jungkook recognized the feeling was from a very primal place within his alpha, but every time he saw Jimin like this, he was absolutely love-struck by the sight. 
Jungkook encouraged him to keep going after a few minutes of gentle massage, knowing Jimin ate more when he ate faster. The little stomachache afterward was always worth packing more in given the results.
The omega nodded and jumped right back into his second container, now halfway gone.
The next half went down like a dream and Jungkook was genuinely impressed at his determined second wave.
Jimin looked at him, waiting for number three with a polite hand over his mouth to cover a few tiny hiccups and belches from the amount he had just sent down. 
Jungkook asked if he was alright and if Jimin was certain he could handle the third container, not wanting to push too far but leaving the decision in his mate’s hands.
Jimin admitted that it was going to be a nice stretch and he genuinely had more room, cheeks probably flushed with a little embarrassment if they hadn’t already been tinted red from the efforts of eating over the past hour. 
The alpha knew his mate’s stomach capacity had certainly been increasing over the past few months, but Jungkook made a point to check as Jimin sometimes would get caught up in wanting to please him and end up uncomfortably full following some more intense stuffings.
He trusted Jimin’s answer and slid the last container closer, deciding to feed it to his mate himself. 
Bringing big bites to his mouth, Jungkook immediately noticed that the third container was a slower process, with more time chewing and more sips of his soda in between bites.
At the halfway point, Jimin reclined back into his chair instead of leaning forward over the table - needing to let his belly stretch and accommodate his full stomach.
Jungkook’s eyes were stuck on his midsection. Leaning back showed the damage of the stuffing so well.
His belly was perfectly round, bloated, and tight to the touch - only further highlighted by the perfectly formed fit of his dress. The alpha abandoned the container to get his hands on Jimin’s body.
The omega had been moaning and groaning through each bite and finally said he didn’t know if he could finish the third container.
Jungkook stilled for a moment in thought and almost gave up on his plan to push his mate through the last part of the noodles, but he was looking forward to tonight’s idea so he decided to call it. 
Jungkook put the lid back on the container and told Jimin that he did an amazing job. He did ask the omega to finish the rest of his soda, the carbonation good for the tight bloat of his stomach.
The dress stretched nicely over his belly and he watched it expand just a little more as Jimin chugged down the rest of his glass.
Jimin went to press on the top of his belly, probably to push his food toward digestion, but the alpha stopped his hand.
Jungkook wanted him to stay stuffed tight for as long as possible. He gave one gentle press to the top of his mate’s stomach to push out the pocket of air.
Jimin let out a short belch and Jungkook watched as his stomach pushed just slightly farther, settling more after the air was released to its final stretch - not his max capacity but pretty close considering his plans for the evening.
Jungkook was going to test something out that Jimin had mentioned during the last big stuffing about three months ago.
At that moment, the omega said that his belly was so prominent that he looked pregnant.
Although the couple both didn’t want kids at that time, something about the comment had Jungkook thinking. He wondered if they could stuff Jimin so well that someone would think he was expecting and they were going to find out.
Offering his hands to help the omega stand, Jungkook smirked while Jimin looked at him as if he were insane.
If anything, they typically camped on the couch for at least an hour before moving to the bed. Getting up and out was going to be a challenge and the first time they tried anything like this.
With a huff, Jimin accepted his alpha’s hands and scooched to the end of the chair. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh when Jimin moved one hand to his lower back to help himself up.
This may be easier than he initially thought if Jimin kept up those little habits that really sold the look of a pregnant omega.
Jungkook encouraged him to walk to the door and wait for him to grab their jackets and his wallet. The alpha told him that he would help with his shoes in a moment.
Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked down at his prominent bump.
The omega gulped nervously and brought a hand to rub the top of his belly in a soothing motion. “We’re going out? Like this?”
The alpha smiled and winked. “Yeah, baby, you deserve dessert after that performance.”
“Oh, um, okay, thanks,” Jimin replied, not sounding entirely convinced and quite nervous. 
Jungkook walked over and cupped his mate’s cheeks, offering a kiss.
“Hey, we don’t have to do this. Tell me to stop and we will go lay in bed, put on a movie, and cuddle. It’s just an idea that I thought we may like to try out.”
Jimin looked at him with complete trust and knew that Jungkook would always take care of him. “No, you planned such a nice date night. I’m sure it will be fun.”
“Great. I wanted to take you to that new ice cream parlor. We can take the train,” Jungkook replied, instantly easing the mood back up with his excitement. 
The omega just nodded and watched as Jungkook bent down to slip Jimin’s sneakers on and tie them. Jungkook put the jacket around his mate’s shoulders and appreciated how his belly was peeking out from the side.
With a bolstering kiss, they left the house and started walking towards the train station.
Jungkook held Jimin’s hand and tried to suppress his smile at seeing the omega waddle a bit to accommodate his full stomach. The food must have been heavy in his belly, barely digested, and topped up with carbonation.
Jimin was an absolute vision in his eyes.
As they approached the train station, the couple caught the eyes of an older beta woman who smiled as she passed them on the street. She looked from Jimin’s belly to the couple’s connected hands back to the omega’s belly.
Jungkook held his breath, hoping she would say something but no comment, just a pleasant smile.
Arriving at their boarding stop, the stairs were an unexpected challenge. Jimin groaned on each step down, mumbling about how full he was and that he felt huge.
Jungkook assumed that his mate might’ve been teasing him, knowing comments like that would rile the alpha up. 
However, when the omega was actually short of breath at the bottom of the stairs, Jungkook realized that Jimin had absolutely meant what he said. The alpha had to maintain full restraint not to openly ogle him in the middle of the train station. 
The timing worked well, and the train came just a few minutes after their arrival. Jungkook led them into a fairly full train for mid-evening and he searched for two open seats to no avail.
His mate honestly looked like he was a little teary-eyed at the thought of standing for the entire ride, wanting to rest his full belly after the brutal staircase. 
Jungkook rubbed the small of Jimin’s back to comfort him when an alpha spoke up from the bench next to them. The woman got up from her seat and gestured for Jimin to sit.
“Here, sweetheart, take my seat.”
“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Jimin replied and he moved his hand to rest on his lower back before lowering himself to the seat.
Jungkook didn’t know if his mate was moving that way subconsciously or if he was onto the alpha’s plan, but Jimin was certainly playing the part of the pregnant omega very well. 
Jungkook moved to stand beside his omega, appearing to be the fully protective alpha, and said thank you to the alpha who offered her seat. She looked to be older, maybe in her fifties or sixties, and Jungkook waited in anticipation to see if she had more to say.
After a few moments, the woman said what Jungkook had been waiting for since you left the house - making the entire plan absolutely worth it. 
“First-time parents?” she asked nicely, her tone genuine and sweet. 
“Hmm?” Jimin responded, feigning innocence as if he didn’t hear the woman’s question.
Jungkook could tell that his mate was a little shocked by the implication even if he was just as hopeful for that appearance as the alpha was.
The woman smiled and asked again, “You both look pretty young. Are you expecting your first?”
Jungkook had to fight off his feelings of smugness, plastering an excited smile on his face and replied, “Yeah, we are pretty excited.”
The alpha then noticed another elderly mate couple that was smiling from the next bench over, listening to the entire interaction.
The elderly omega joined in their conversation, asking, “Boy or girl?” 
“Keeping it a surprise. The whole idea still seems so new,” Jungkook replied, earning a pointed look from Jimin that was hidden from the others when the omega turned to face his mate. The alpha had done his best to stop laughing at his mate’s reaction.
“Ahh, we get it. Congratulations either way!” the alpha who offered them the seat for Jimin said, still smiling at the young couple. 
Jimin returned their happy sentiment, finally finding the words to speak. “Thank you! We appreciate your kindness.”
The alpha seemed endeared by Jimin’s sweet response. “Of course! I couldn’t make you stand the whole time. I remember when my wife was in the second trimester - lots of back pain. She would’ve had my head if I kept you on your feet.”
Jungkook looked down to see Jimin’s cheeks shining bright red as he smiled, rubbing his belly gently.
Before any more could be said, the train came to a stop and the alpha offered his hand to help his mate stand up.
Nearly making the alpha laugh again, Jimin made a show of getting up, pushing out his belly, and thanking all three of their kind observers again.
They walked off the train and Jungkook instantly directed them to a quiet corner to get his hands on his mate’s round middle.
“You hear that, baby. Second trimester. I wonder what he would have thought if I said you were stuffed to the brim with noodles instead of a baby,” Jungkook teased, peppering Jimin’s red cheeks with kisses as he tenderly rubbed his tight stomach. 
Jimin whined and tried to cover his face. “Oh God, it was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened.”
Jungkook scoffed, landing a few gentle pats on Jimin’s stomach and making it jiggle up and down a few times.
“Was it? So embarrassing that you were waddling and laying it in thick with a hand on your back, pretending like you weren’t just well-fed and bloated. My pretty Minnie looks all knocked up.”
Jimin moaned quietly as his alpha continued his discreet belly massage. Between the situation of what just happened, the weight of his belly, and the fact that this conversation was happening in public, the omega was completely overwhelmed.
Teasing at home was one thing, but Jimin was definitely discovering something about himself in the semi-private corner of the train station. 
“Still want that ice cream? Gotta keep this belly tight and round for the ride home. You might get another free seat if they think you have a baby in here instead of a food baby,” Jungkook asked, continuing his verbal and physical taunt that was definitely affecting them both.
Feeling a little weak in the legs, Jimin leaned further into Jungkook as he knew his alpha would be glad to wrap his arms around him.
“Yes, please, need more. Want more.”
“Of course you do, always need more. This nice belly needs to keep growing. Maybe next time, they’ll say the third trimester,” Jungkook whispered in his omega’s ear, his arms sneaking around Jimin’s waist and feeling his omega’s stuffed belly fighting against him. 
“Next time?” Jimin whimpered, the omega ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment even though he absolutely loved the idea of doing this again. 
Jungkook knew that he needed to bring it back down, pushing Jimin very far in a very public area, but he couldn’t resist one final comment.
“Oh yeah, next time. We’ll go farther, and see how long you can be stuffed up. We will have to stop along the way to refill, won’t we? Maybe we’ll go on a trip, and keep you stuffed the whole time.”
Jimin had to bite down on Jungkook’s shoulder to hide his guttural moan. “Fuck, yes, please.”
“But first, ice cream,” Jungkook prompted, encouraging Jimin to leave his little hiding place.
His touches became more caressing than teasing. As soon as his omega pulled away from his shoulder, Jungkook pulled him into a tender kiss. 
Taking a moment to breathe through his lingering arousal, Jimin finally came back to himself and gave his alpha a beaming smile. “Okay, ice cream.” 
Jungkook chuckled, completely endeared by his mate, and leaned back in for a chaste peck. He offered his arm to Jimin with a gentlemanly gesture making his mate giggle and hooked his arm through the alpha’s elbow to direct them toward the station exit. 
Jimin halted as the station opened up to the street. “Damn it, more fucking stairs.” 
The alpha spent the entire ascent laughing at his mate’s pronounced waddle up the staircase. Jimin pouted and scolded him the entire time, feeling breathless once again at the end. 
“Okay, new rule - no stairs next time,” Jimin declared, hand on his belly as he panted through the effects of carrying his stuffed self up the stairwell. 
“Well, someone came around to a next time pretty quick, huh?” Jungkook teased, starting their walk toward the ice cream parlor with a smirk. 
Jimin smacked his arm and rolled his eyes. “Oh hush, just keep walking. I want mint chocolate chip with sprinkles like right now.” 
Jungkook leaned over and kissed his temple with a little huff of laughter, followed by another tap to the omega’s middle.
“Man, you are really committed to the act, baby. Playing up the cravings and everything.”
The omega gasped as the blush returned to his cheeks, smacking the alpha’s arm once again. “Oh my God, shut up!”
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jk x all: alpha jk auction, public humiliation, bondage (1500 words)
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Surprisingly enough, a whimper leaves Jungkook’s mouth as the auctioneer pulls at the hem of his boxers. The head of his cock peeks out, wet and shiny. More precum begins to drool from the tip, the more his cock is exposed. Jungkook’s legs tremble as he feels the weight of all eyes on him, focused on his bare cock.
“Kneel,” the man tells him. Jungkook is slow to obey, clearly still defiant. But he gets on his knees, and the man nods at him. His cock is in reach for his hands now, easy access.
Making sure that he’s not blocking the view of the audience for their viewing pleasure, he runs his fingers up the length of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s eyes skitter across the room, taking in all the people who have gathered to watch the sight of this strong alpha, who has no power at all. Reduced to a toy, only to react, as the auctioneer plays with his cock. He lets it go for it to slap against Jungkook’s stomach.
The hand lingers around Jungkook’s balls, cupping them to show off the size to the buyers. No doubt, a virile alpha with lots of give, if anyone would be interested in using him in that manner.
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Of Rain & Lilacs
Part 03
Alpha!Jungkook x F!Omega!Chubby!Reader
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➢ ❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞
➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.
➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: angst, fluff, dub-con, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged (lol)
➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat
Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears
➢𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5.9k
** NOT PROOFREAD **
➢𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: 01 - 02
➢ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @thiccchocolatebar @yoongiigolden @ashes69 @hooomansstuff @tnrthings @renaefraser
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If they handed out money for each time you were oblivious to something, you’d never have to work a day in your life again.
Jungkook didn’t know if you were playing hard to get or that cute little head of yours really was filled with glitter.
He’d done all the textbook steps to try and impress you.
He’d drive you home, walk you to class, hug you extra tight when greeting you, compliment you whenever the chance was given (which was always cause you were gorgeous) even gave you a few of his hoodies so you’d only smell like him.
He was the perfect gentlemen, always knowing not to push your boundaries and make you uncomfortable but it was getting harder each time he’d shoot you a flirty smile only to get your innocent friendly one in return.
His patience was starting to wear thin. You hadn’t noticed it before but you were starting to catch the eye of other Alphas on campus.
Maybe it was the new exposure you’d gotten after he decided to join you at the hip. Not even Jungkook himself could deny that he was popular.
It had its perks sometimes, people were always willing to help him out and be his friend but they never felt genuine.
All his life he’d been chased after, complimented, been put on pedestal and fawned over. He could always see the lust in people eyes when they so much as greeted him, sub-genders of all sorts pushing out their pheromones making him feel disgusted with himself.
He knew it wasn’t his fault. He knew his family were no joke especially as he came from a long line of world famous painters. But he craved that unbiased genuine friendship and love since he was a child.
Jungkook was blessed the day he met Yugeom. He’d never made Jungkook’s status a factor in their friendship, he just honestly liked the Elite Alpha for who he was.
Yugeom was always there for him, helping him through thick and thin. Except for now.
It was a Friday night and the two were busy moving furniture into their new apartment near campus.
After he’d decided to court you, Jungkook became jealous easily. He never wanted to bring you to the Alpha dorms around all those other students eyeing you a little too much and he was weary of being in your little apartment knowing how unmated omegas needed their privacy as to not make them nervous with all sorts of scents in their homes.
So he did the most logical thing. He bought a very impressive apartment with the hopes that you’d hang out with him here often. He’d ignored Yugeom’s eye roll and scoff of ‘rich kids’ when Jungkook happily signed the estate papers.
“Don’t you think–“ Yugeom groaned as he waddled backwards trying to help his friend move in a fancy new couch with extra soft cushions that you would love into their spacious living room, “that maybe you’re going a little hard right now?”
Jungkook huffed a laugh and shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about dude.”
Yugeom stopped walking, making the couch bump into Jungkook’s stomach with a grunt.
“Look, I know I can be too much sometimes but you bought a whole ass apartment just so you could talk to a girl that may I remind you, you haven’t even asked out yet.“
“You seem to have forgotten that you’ll be living here too Yug.”
“Besides the point, what’s next? You gonna buy out a hallway at school just so you and (y/n) can walk alone together?”
Jungkook snorted at Yugeom’s ridiculous accusations.
“Of course not!…
Can I really do that?”
“Oh my god–“
Yugeom set the couch down and threw his hands up in defeat before walking off, saying something about getting them something to drink.
Jungkook laughed and placed his hands on his hips, looking at his new home. He wasn’t down that bad, he thought he was just being a good friend and trying to make you comfortable with a new setting.
He could already imagine you sitting so cutely on the fluffy couch wrapped up in an equally soft blanket as you watched scary movies with him and huddled close.
He didn’t even realize how deep into his little domestic fantasy he was when a ring of his phone made him jump.
He steadied his beating heart and scrolled through his notifications seeing a text from Jackson Wang, one of the schools most popular elite alpha seniors and Yugeom’s soon-to-be pack mate.
He was throwing another of his many frat parties and was expecting Jungkook to tag along, even mentioning that he had personally invited you as well.
The boy’s blood ran cold, if there was anyone Jungkook didn’t want around you it was Jackson.
He wasn’t a bad guy, he was the complete opposite actually. He was kind, funny, smart, but that’s where the problem was.
Jackson could easily swoop you off your feet with how charismatic and practically perfect he was, and Jungkook was taking no chances.
He quickly dialed his friend, clenching his fist in irritation as he took his time answering.
“Hey JK! what’s up?”
Jungkook tried pursed his lips for a moment trying not to convey his irritation through his tone.
“You know (Y/n)?” He curtly asked.
If only he could see the wide smug smile Jackson had on the other side as he made himself comfy on his bed for the teasing he would undoubtedly torture his younger friend with.
“Yeah, seems like she knows me too.”
Jungkook’s jaw tightened and he took a breath. He’s your friend, he’s your friend.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for (Y/n) to go.”
“Why the sudden opposition my dear boy?”
“Jackson.”
“Ah okay okay, but think about it. Maybe this is the opportunity you need to get things going.”
Jungkook blinked. How the hell did he know?
“How– did Yugeom tell you?”
“Nope, but you just did.”
And this is why he couldn’t stand talking to the older man more than he needed to.
“Whatever, I have to go.”
“Consider it! JK and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S–“
Jungkook hung up quickly, worried Jackson would be able to somehow hear his heart beat thumping loudly in his ears.
He didn’t have to sit in shame much longer before another text came through, this time from Mark asking him to come to the campus library and escort you home since it was getting dark.
The boy wasted no time in rushing to grab his discarded jacket and keys, shooting Yugeom an apology text telling him he’d be home later.
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Gaeun let out a shaky breath as she stared at her reflection in the school’s public bathroom.
Mascara stained tears ran down her cheeks, a few drops falling atop her white blouse ruining her otherwise pristine appearance.
She’d just gotten back from speaking with her Marketing Professor who told her she was lacking in her work, but she swore she was doing her best. She always went above and beyond in all of her assignments so it was a shock when the older man said she needed to do something to keep her grades up.
She would have hung her head and agreed if that’s where it ended. Never in a million years would she expect to be pressed against his wide desk with a hand placed too high upon her thigh, his cloudy eyes gleaming with something sinister that she’d never seen before.
Her body reacted faster than her fumbled thoughts as her hand connected with his cheek in a loud slap that echoed in the empty class room followed by her heels fleeing.
Now she stood trembling scared, alone, and confused in this dingy bathroom looking a mess.
What was she supposed to do? Who was she supposed to call?
With trembling hands she fished her cellphone from her purse and dialed Jangmi, her foot tapping anxiously as she waited for her best friend to pick up.
“Haha! Hey stop it! I’m on the phone stop!”
There was a chorus of laughter from Jangmi and a few other people on the other line indicating that she was in fact not alone.
“Jangmi! Where are you? Can we meet up?” Gaeun tried her very best to keep her trembling voice steady but it was easier said than done when her emotions were battling themselves in her head.
Jangmi paused for a moment, some movement heard on the line before she giggled again.
“Hm? Right now? I can’t! Remember that guy from the gym I was eyeing? Well I invited him to the mixer and he’s actually here! He’s such a dream Gaeun, I’ll call you later okay?”
“Wait Jangmi! I need you please!”
Click
She actually hung up.
Gaeun stared wide eyed at her black phone screen, her stomach threatening to push up the remains of her lunch as the realization that she was truly alone crashed down on her.
With a loud curse she threw her phone across the room, her thin frame sliding down against the wall till she crumbled against the floor, tears starting to fall one by one.
She was always there for her friends, always a call away no matter what. Even if she knew their friendships were artificial, even if they had price tags on them, she refused to let the truth of her situation drive a knife through her heart.
She desperately craved something real, she was tired of being let down so she fought back against the world that struck her back just as hard.
The sound of the door creaking open snapped her out of her anguish, her shoulders tensing up as she saw your curious head peak out, staring confused at the shattered phone by your feet.
She thought she would be alone but luck was always against her, of all the people to see her in this way it just had to be you.
“Gaeun?” You called softly, concern thick in your usually timid tone as you took in her appearance.
“Go away!” She shouted, take her purse and throwing it at you, the bag hitting the wall beside you spilling its contents everywhere.
You were quick to dodge the attack, ducking by the door.
“Gaeun wait!” You called, holding your hands out in surrender.
“I said leave! Are you stupid?! GO. AWAY!” She hiccuped through her sobs, her anger blinding her and she reached for the closest things around her and began to throw them in your direction till she collapsed against the floor, her shoulders shaking with the forces of her cries as her emotions finally won.
You stood shocked, a hand pressed up against your nose to block the aggressive pheromones the alpha was pushing out to drive you away.
You gave her a moment to calm down a bit, heart feeling heavy as her sweet raspberry scent turned sour and rotten.
Her usually confident and cocky demeanor was but a ghost now compared to her broken vulnerable self who sat so defeated against the cold floor.
You carefully moved to pick up her purse, quietly picking her things up and placing them back inside, allowing her to let out her sobs before turning to the door and locking it not wanting to risk someone else seeing Gaeun in this state.
Bully or not it was plain as day that something was wrong and anyone deserved that respect.
You cautiously moved to sit beside the girl not too close as to scare her off and have her possibly hurt you, she was still an elite alpha at the end of the day which meant her strength out matched yours.
The pheromones she was releasing were meant to feel threatening, causing your omega to whine in distress trying to force your body to escape the room but you stubbornly stay put.
After what felt like forever Gaeun finally seemed to calm down a bit, her heavy sobs reduced to weak sniffles.
“You’re probably having a great time aren’t you?” Gaeun spat, wiping her sore eyes with the back of her sleeve. “Go ahead and laugh, tell everyone what you saw, I don’t care.”
You kept your eyes glued to your shoes as you thought of what to say.
“I’m not like you.” You said softly after a moment, eyes still pointed down. “I may not be the smartest person around but I can tell when something bad happened.”
Gaeun gritted her teeth at your words thinking you were trying to make of her. Before she could start to spout insults like she usually did you held out a small handmade handkerchief with a piece of peach candy on top.
She stared dumbly at your offer, eyes flicking from the cloth to your face which still looked away as if giving her privacy.
“You don’t have to talk about it, I know I’m the last person you want to see but I hope you can feel at ease at least with this.”
When she made no move to take it, you gently reached out and placed it into her cold hand, the alpha unknowingly releasing some tension in her shoulders as a sweet calming scent became to overpower her own sour one.
She quickly realized you were pushing out your own pheromones, taking advantage that your omega had the ability to calm even the most rowdy alpha.
Her slim fingers picked up the wrapped candy as you began to stand, cleaning up some more of the mess Gaeun had created when she tried to chase you out.
“Some sweetness to make the bitter go away.” You offered a small smile before picking up a maintenance sign on the wall and making your way to the door.
“I’ll put the cleaning sign outside so no one will come in.” You paused for a moment, worry clear in your gentle features. “Hope you feel better.”
Gaeun watched dumbfounded as you slipped out the door, your sweet scent beginning to fade and replace with the same rotten scent of her anguish.
She slowly opened the candy and pushed it between her lips, the sweetness distracting her for a moment as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
Your back pressed back against the door as soon as you were able to slip out, your hands trembling slightly as you willed yourself to calm down and take in deep breathes of fresh air.
You were surprised that you’d managed to stay in that small room with Gaeun for as long as you did, her pheromone’s were no joke, you felt like a rabbit trapped in a cage with a lion.
Thankfully you accidentally wore one of Jungkook’s comically large black hoodies to class today, his faint scent bringing you a sense of comfort only he seemed to give you.
You pressed the fabric that swallowed your hand to your nose and let your eyes slip as delicate rain and lilacs soothed the storm of nerves in your head.
You kept true to your promise and flipped the maintenance sign outside the door for the distressed girl before making your way to the library to print out a ten page paper you’d lost sleep over the previous week, but now it was done and you could sleep till graduation.
Try as you might you couldn’t shake off the nasty feeling of what could have made Gaeun so upset.
You’d seen that look too many times in the mirror, the fear and disbelief that something or someone hurt you. If only you could investigate the problem and make her feel better but she very clearly made it known that there was no chance you’d be friends given your very vague history as classmates.
Your omega whined as her protective instincts tried to get you to turn around and comfort the distressed Alpha but you hushed her and scurried your way into the half empty library until you finally reached the printers.
Now you weren’t the best with technology but the fact that you couldn’t work a printer most of the time was something you’d take to the grave.
“Come on you stupid little–“
You cursed the machine as an error symbol continued to mock you despite your best attempts at pressing every button, even going as far as to google the model and a tutorial but it was fruitless.
“Need some help?”
You whipped around at the gentle voice that belonged to none other than Mark Tuan, a very popular senior and Yugeom’s soon to be pack mate.
You’d heard stories about Mark, mainly hushed whispers from girls in your class exchanging dreamy sighs of how handsome and gentle he is, a picture perfect omega. Despite how popular and close he was to Yugeom you’d never gotten the chance to meet him in person but it was your lucky day.
“Uhh, y-yeah this thing is giving me a hard time.” You huffed out an embarrassed laugh as you stepped out of the way to make room for Mark to set his books aside and examine the machine.
“Oh I see the problem.” He hummed, lifting some flap you didn’t see before. “It’s low on paper.”
You felt your cheeks flush hot in shame at the obvious answer, another awkward laugh leaving your frame.
“Oh really? Of course it is, wow it’s- it’s been a long week.” You winced as Mark gave you a soft smile, his eyes creasing making him look like a child.
“It happens to the best of us.” He chuckled before reaching under the machine to pull out a pack of paper and refill it. After a few beats of silence the printer began to smoothly print out your assignment with ease making you roll your eyes.
“It was messing with me on purpose.” You sighed before turning back to Mark with a shy smile. “Thank you so much, I wouldn’t have been able to figure it out. I didn’t grow up around technology that much.” You confessed, the shameful feeling making a pit in your stomach.
You’d half expected Mark to laugh at you, ask if you were an idiot but he just nodded and kept that same kind smile on even going as far as releasing comforting pheromones. The calming scent of fresh pears and rosemary surrounded you, putting your insecurities to ease even for a moment.
“I totally understand, it took me a whole year to learn how to work those fancy calculators, shouldn’t pressing buttons be straight to the point?”
You were quick to nod and return your own smile. “Oh! I’m (y/n) by the way!” You held your hand out which Mark was quick to shake in his delicate one.
“Ah so you’re the famous (Y/n) I’ve heard so much about?” The tilt of your head and wide curious eyes made another chuckle escape his lips. “I’m Mark Tuan, Jungkook talks about you a lot. But don’t tell him I said that.” He put a finger up to his lips in a Shh manner and shot you a playful wink.
Your faced flushed again as Mark’s words sunk in. “Jungkook talks about me?”
Before the older Omega could respond the strong scent of spiced apples and cinnamon filled the small space almost suffocating your poor omega.
“There you are babe, I tried calling you.”
A man with perfectly styled raven hair and a face that looked as if it had been sculpted by God herself stood tall in a long designer coat and gold rimmed glasses perched upon his flawless nose.
One tiny sniff of his intense scent was enough to tell you this man was an Elite Alpha, and a very intimidating one as he slipped his arm around Mark’s slim waist and turned his gaze on you, making you unconsciously fiddle with your fingers.
“Oh I’m sorry Jinyoung, I left it on silent.” Mark apologized as he snuggled into his Alpha. “I was helping out Geomie and Kookie’s friend out, you know (Y/n)? (Y/n) this is Jinyoung, one of my mates.”
The stranger, Jinyoung, gave you a once over before a soft smile broke his otherwise stone expression.
“It’s a pleasure,” Jinyoung politely shook your hand before leaning in a bit and sniffing the air around you making you look up at him with wide eyes. Did you smell bad?
“I thought I smelled JK around here. The kid works fast I see.” He smirked pointing out your black hoodie.
A hot flash of embarrassment shook your body once again as you looked like a gaping fish, trying to form words as you flapped your arms around.
“I-I just borrowed this! We aren’t together or anything like that!” You said a little too loudly earning an annoyed Shh from somewhere in the room.
Jinyoung turned and gave an apology before turning back to you with a smile. “I see I apologize, just having a little fun.”
Mark playfully rolled his eyes as he pulled out his phone to shoot a quick text. “He’s always joking around, sorry that his humor is so bad.”
Although embarrassed you managed a smile and shook your head, still feeling intimidated that two such popular people were giving you the time of day.
“The library is closing soon, have your papers finished printing?” Mark questioned looking over at the machine.
You quickly moved to check, a sigh of relief leaving you as each page was perfectly in order.
You filed them neatly and placed them away just as Jinyoung went to take Mark’s books for him. “Are you headed home after this? We’ll walk you out.” The omega smiled down at you as you three made your way out of the stone building.
“You didn’t have to help me out, thanks again.” You smiled politely as you three stood out in the chilly courtyard.
Before Mark could reply, Jinyoung pointed behind you making you turn with a confused hum. “Damn, he really does work fast.”
Your eyes widened as a very determined Jungkook half sprinted his way to the three of you, his chest raising up and down quickly just further proving how fast he made his way over. “Cherry!” He called as he finally reached you and squished you against his hard chest.
“What happened? Some guy tried was annoying you?” He growled, the noise rumbling through his chest making you weak at the knees as you tried to process what was happening, why Jungkook was even here.
“A guy? What?” You mumbled weakly pushing yourself away from the boys addictive heat.
“Mark said some asshole was hitting on you and making you uncomfortable, are you okay? What did he look like?” Jungkook cupped your cheeks as his brows furrowed angrily.
You stood in shock, your poor little brain trying to catch up to what was happening while your omega was having a field trip with all the attention from the concerned alpha.
A chorus of laughter rang out behind you, Jungkook’s eyes snapping up before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“You guys are jerks.” He mumbled, hands still cupping your squishy cheeks.
“Sorry kid, I just wanted you to show up faster and what better than a little lie. You understand right?” Mark giggled as he held his stomach in pain.
You shyly cupped your hands over Jungkook’s as he bickered with an amused Mark and Jinyoung who took every chance to tease him.
“You can let me go now.” You muttered fearing that the Alpha could feel the heat spreading across your cheeks.
Jungkook quickly released you but made no effort to move out of your personal bubble, even as you turned back to face the other two men.
“You called Jungkook?”
Mark softened at your question, “Yeah it’s getting dark and I definitely don’t want you to go home by yourself, especially with that.” He pointed to his own neck but kept his eyes trained on your wellness collar.
You didn’t detect any malice from the other omega, only genuine concern and understanding.
“You’re right, thank you again for everything.”
The air was soft and light with your mixed scents of happiness making the two Alphas hearts melt at the sweet interaction between omegas.
“I’ll drive you home cherry, let’s go before it gets darker. Thanks again Mark, Jinyoung. Even though it was kinda cruel.” He huffed his cheeks making you fight the urge to squish them.
“Get home safe you two! Don’t flirt too long!” Jinyoung sang as he wrapped his arm around Mark’s shoulder and led him away before Jungkook could bark insults at him.
You couldn’t help but laugh at Jungkook’s pouty face that made him look entirely like a big bunny. “Aw come on Kookie, it’s just a silly little prank. But they’re right you did get here pretty quickly. I hope you weren’t busy?”
Jungkook shook his head quickly, his scent going from annoyed to calming in the blink of an eye.
“No I wasn’t busy at all! I’m more than happy to help you out, trust me.” He reassured you as he led you to the parking lot where his sleek black Mercedes-Maybach was parked in a noticeably crooked fashion. “Plus I’ve been meaning to ask you something so this is perfect timing.”
The boy ran ahead quick to open the passenger side door and help you inside like a true gentleman, even taking your bag and placing it in the back seat for you to sit comfortably.
You willed your heart to stop skipping beats as the delicious smelling Alpha got in and pulled out of the lot with ease, the sleeves of his hoodie pushed up his toned arms allowing you the honor of seeing the veins in his hand flex as he gripped the steering wheel.
“Thank you Jungkook.” You mumbled, for whatever reason falling into the safe head space that only Jungkook seemed to offer you.
“For what?” He hummed, eyes trained on the road but his free hand gravitated to rest on your knee making you unconsciously clench your thighs trying to keep your arousal at bay.
“For everything. For taking me home, talking to me all the time. Introducing me to your friends, you know just- just for everything you do. You don’t have any reason for being so nice to me and yet you’ve been the greatest friend I’ve had since I’ve moved here.”
You’d been so deep in your little monologue that you’d failed to notice you both had already arrived in front of your dingy apartment building.
Jungkook took off his seatbelt and turned in his seat to face you, a frown pulled on his lips making you worry you’d said something to make him uncomfortable.
Before you could apologize the Alpha took the hand that was on your knee and slipped it into your smaller one, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You shouldn’t be thanking me, if anything I should apologize to you for not speaking to you sooner.”
“But I’m just me and you’re well you know- you.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle at your words. “Care to elaborate?”
You opened your mouth to reply only to shut it just as quickly, your mind running too quickly for you to form any words that wouldn’t embarrass you in front of your crush.
“You… crinkle your nose when you’re thinking hard about something, you love eating ice cream even on the coldest days, you’re super smart and like to analyze even the smallest of things but you pretend like you don’t in front of our classmates. You help old people carry their groceries to their cars and fix broken toys for kids, you’re a saint.”
Jungkook blinked at you with wide eyes as you spoke about him so gently, a soft smile gracing your lips almost forgetting he was even there.
His heart thumped loudly in his chest the more you praised him. He felt bad for even thinking for a moment that you’d only compliment his looks or his status like many others did but that just showed how different you truly were.
You always saw him for the person he is, not for his vanity. If only you could see just how perfect you were in his eyes as well. He wouldn’t say he was in love but his heart had grown to adore all your little quirks since the day he’d met you.
You’d stopped talking, taking in a sharp breathe as you remembered what you were even doing. The car was slowly filling with your and Jungkook’s combined scents, rain and old books making a perfect harmony as you sat staring into each others eyes as if searching for the answer to all the questions that hung heavy and unspoken between you.
If you tried to remember who moved in first you’d be lost as those dark chocolate brown eyes pulled you in further and further until you needed to come up for air.
Jungkook seemed almost entranced as his hot breath fanned across your cheeks, his lips just a whisper away from your own, eyes darting to look at your delicious looking lips for a split second as if daring you to make the first move.
It was the same look he’d given you that night he slept over, a look of hunger dulled down with a mix of tenderness that had your heart pounding so loud in your ears you wondered if he could hear it as well.
Every sign was pointing in the same direction, if he wanted you just as bad then you’d take it, let yourself be selfish have something so beautifully up for the taking, you just prayed this wasn’t a cruel prank like the many others you’ve endured.
As soon as you moved in, Jungkook moved back much to your horror.
You both stared at each other, the color draining from his face as he realized what he’d done. Your heart dropped into your stomach forming a nasty pit as shame riddled you.
“I- oh my god- I’m so sorry-“ you stammered, you felt hot tears prick in your eyes as you rushed to pick up your bag and jump out of the car as quickly as possible, the voice in your head laughing at how stupid you were. You’d ruined something so great because you thought you were worthy enough and now you looked like a complete fool.
“Shit, (Y/n) wait!” Jungkook cursed as he jumped out as well as chased you into the building, managing to catch your wrist before you got into the elevator.
“(Y/n) please look at me, you didn’t do anything wrong I promise you. Baby please.” He begged once he got you to turn, his hands gently cupping your tear stained cheeks.
Jungkook felt his heart shatter into a million pieces when you finally looked up, your eyes red and glossy and your shoulders shaking slightly as you tried so hard to conceal your sobs.
Your usual calming scent was no replaced with bitter coffee further sending his already distressed Alpha into overdrive trying hard to push out calming pheromones to sooth your Omega.
“I messed up, I’m sorry. I thought you wanted to- never mind please let me go.” You hiccuped, pushing his hands away as turned to leave again but the boy wasn’t going to give up so easily.
Jungkook moved fast, turning you around as one of his arms slipped around your waist holding you flush against his chest as the other cupped your right cheek bringing you up until you felt his soft lips press against your own trembling ones.
Although his arms were holding you so possessively, almost as if too scared you’d slip through his fingers, his kiss was the most gentle you’d ever experienced.
Jungkook tried to portray all the affection he had for you without overwhelming you as he slowly moved his lips against your still stunned ones. Your mind was trying to keep up, your muscles were pulled taunt until finally you allowed your eyes to slip shut and your arms to reach up and wrap around the raven haired boys neck.
You felt Jungkook’s shoulders relax and a smile press against your own as you began to kiss him back, the feeling making you dizzy.
After what felt like forever you both pulled away, your foreheads touching as you let out a shaky sigh, too scared to open your eyes as if everything was an illusion.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jungkook repeated, his arms tightening around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for the longest time. I just wasn’t sure you wanted it too.”
You looked up, clearly confused but he cut you off with a quick peck before continuing.
“I don’t want to hear you say you’re not good enough for me because that’s bullshit. You’re one of the only people to ever treat me like a human. I feel like I can be myself around you, everything about you is so addictive. No matter what I do, how hard I try to, I can’t get you out of my mind. You fill my thoughts, you’re all I talk about. Everyone teases me and says I’m in deep, well I am. You’re worth everything in the world, I can’t let anyone else take you.”
His words caused fresh tears to spill down your cheeks as you looked deep into his eyes trying to find any sign to deception but all you saw was intense passion, so rare it made your knees weak.
“I didn’t want to ask you like this, but I can’t let his moment go.” He pressed, stepping back so he could hold both your hands in his own.
“(L/n) (Y/n), will you give me the greatest honor of taking you out? I promise I will be the greatest gentleman, I won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Unless you don’t want to, I don’t want to pressure you at all but-“
You couldn’t help but laugh through your tears as you rushed in, this time cupping his cheeks and pressing another kiss to shut his rambling up, his hands falling to rest on your hips.
“It would make me the happiest girl in the world to go out with you Jeon Jungkook.” You gave him a dashing smile, setting his cheeks aflame before he quickly wrapped his arms around you in a bone crushing hug and spun you around as your laughs echoed in the empty hallway.
“I swear you won’t regret it! Holy shit I can’t believe it!” He cheered loudly as you squirmed against him with a strained giggle.
“You’re going to crush me before we can even go on our first date!” You huffed making the boy release you quickly.
“Oh I’m sorry baby-“ he paused as he realized what he’d called you before a dopey smile pulled his lips up, making him suddenly feel bashful.
“Don’t look at me like that, it’s already hard to look at your handsome face.” You playfully jabbed at him, looking away as you began to play with your hands.
“Aw, but now this handsome face is all yours! Come here!” He pounced on you once again, showering your tear stained face with loud kisses throwing you into another fit of giggles as you pretended to fight against him.
“Do you want to come upstairs?”
“Yeah, we have a lot to talk about.”
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