#Alpha!Hyejin

[kyyuri]

encore ! - yjw

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ synopsis ; ever since debut, your group has been caught up in countless of scandals surrounding famous boy group, enhypen. what happens when this leads to an enhypen member himself noticing your group ? or more specifically, you ?

genre ; crack, fluff, a lil angst

warnings ! contain curse words, inaccurate timestamps, sensitive topics (that idols usually get hate for )

pairings ; idol ! jw x idol ! yn

FT. enha , haerin from nwjns , rei from ive

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ a/n ; PLEASE APPRECIATE THE AMOUNT OF EFFORT I TOOK TO EDIT ALL THE IDOL CONTENT 😭😭😭😭 fr almost gave up halfway el o el . this smau will be published towards the end of the previous smau <trial and error > so go check that one out if you havent ~ this is my 3rd smau so i hope this one will do as well as the previous few <3 do show it lots of loveeee

!! however the characters are portrayed in this ff does not represent them irl !!

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ release date : 1 mar 2023

┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ end date :

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SCENE 01 : RENAISSANCE ( pt 1) — SCENE 01 : RENAISSANCE (pt 2)

SCENE 02 :

ENDEAR MEMBERSHIP & LIGHTSTICK

༊*·˚. — tracklist

001. damage control

002. WE GOT HIM

003. uh oh

004. take the hit

005. the end of niki drought

: ̗̀➛ bonus : Enz crumbs

006. enhy-lighten

007. what time is it ?

008. the selca was for her.

009. hot girls debut

010. its you and me in this world

011. the deluded meets the deluded

012. caught slippin

013. another one thank you

014.

015. riki when i catch you

016.

017.

018.

019.

020.

: ̗̀➛ special : baram’s vlog

: ̗̀➛ special : hyejin’s vlog

: ̗̀➛ special : daeun’s vlog

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave You (Pt.37)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: A collection of moments, snippets in sequence, each that brings you closer. (Or alternatively: you and Jungkook figure out the pack hierarchy, Namjoon finds an alternative means of you submitting other than sex, and Hobi starts to fall in love with you, just a little.)

Pairings: Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Beta! Yoongi,

Tags: Dom! Namjoon, sub! m/c, scruffing, negotiations, contracts, biting, handfeeding, talks of anorexia, themes of recovery, recovery through Bdsm rules, hurt/comfort, talks of trans characters + dysphoria, flashbacks, Talks of drugs, consensual drugging, Violence, Blood, implied dollification, a little bit of nonconsensual touching,

W/c: 12.0k

A/n: this part was greatly inspired by Hobipaloza and how adorable and scruffy hobi looked during it. this is probably one of 10 favorite chapters i’ve written- i think it touches on some very important themes of the series. that being said HYEJIN’S PART has the potential to be VERY TRIGGERING so be warned. The line “life is short but also unbearably long” is a paraphrased Jenna marbles quote.

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

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(Title Track: Jungkook)

By the time that you wake from the scene, the pack has come back from the ocean all salt sweet and freckly regardless of Jin’s protests for his poor pups’ cheeks. But the teasing and hassling is all in good fun, their bodies are sun-kissed and relaxed by the cool water, almost languid from sticky sea salt as they drag each other by the pair into a shower. Jin hates the feeling of ocean salt in the nest. 

You woke from the scene feeling all clean and washed down too. Grooming- they tell you. Jin fell into a little bit of a frenzy after you fell asleep. The idea that the pack omega rubbed you down so thoroughly and in such an intimate place, but did it gentle enough that you didn't wake makes you hot all over. It makes Jin's hand burn where is presses against the small of your back, herding you towards the kitchen for some snacks when you’re still half asleep. 

The other pups are likewise sleepy, and clingy when it comes to your reappearance. “Ah I wish you would have come with us today we had so much fun” they prattle on about what they did, the funniest moment of the day when Jimin got almost knocked over by a wave how Hobi practically walked for so long that they thought he might have gotten lost. each of them dragging you in for a sniff and a surprised happy noise. You know you smell good without them having to say it- that you smell claimed by the pack alpha and omega. 

Theirs’s truly- for the first time maybe.

Being a packmate is one thing, but smelling like one sate something primal. You're a little down still, a little more prone to be moved by Jungkook and the others without protest, Jin’s not sure if you notice that you're still feeling the effects of subspace but he's watchful where he stands next to Yoongi, chopping up vegetables for a salad.

Namjoon drags Jimin and Tae into the nest room soon after you vacate it with a hand on the back of both of their necks, tugged them to their knees almost immediately once the door closed. They’re startled- but prepared once Namjoon strides forward, lacing a hand over his barely constricted hardness. Fingers itching towards the button. “Would you like to tell me what you did with the pup last night? Or should I show you what she told me you did?”  

The barely leashed anger tangling with arousal emanating from under the door is quick to sweeten. And although both of the pups had been nursing sore bottoms when they’d reappeared, further exacerbated by sunburn on Jimin’s part- the punishment and reminder of the pack alphas will have slowly faded from importance. 

Namjoon let them off easy, maybe he’s still feeling the effects of your slick and slick intoxication. He hasn’t realized that you’ve tamed him that way yet and It will be a while until he makes the connection to his own behavior- that your slick makes him more docile.

They must have stopped at the grocery store on the way home because a variety of treats are piled on the kitchen island, small cupcakes and cinnamon sugar speckled donuts. Chocolate-covered strawberries and keto treats from the special (and kind of expensive) bakery that Jimin likes because it carries things that Jungkook can actually eat. 

Some of them ate and some of them didn’t but regardless a plate waits for you later, the same way you’ve eaten and not the new way that Jin is only just starting to turn over in his head while you play with the rest of your packmates. Handfuls of sand dollars and sea glass are shown, and you ooh and ahh over Jungkook and Tea’s found treasures. Even shaggy-haired Hobi is prompted to show you the find of the day; a small Shark tooth- tinier than the tip of his pinky but undeniably a little baby tooth. 

"Hobi's got good eyes," Tae comments, and Hobi blushes, hiding his face in the overgrown shag of his hair, curling at the edges a little mullety. 

Jungkook’s hair sits long and salt curly over his forehead too; he enjoys a few scoops of the only ice-cream brand he can eat sitting at the table still in his swimsuit like Taehyung. Although her button-down shirt is just one button awry, the skin of her hip inviting in its tan lines that sit just over her hip bones. (It makes you wonder what she’d look like with the delicate crisscrossing strands of a bikini there. Memories of where the sun has kissed and what edges it hasn’t; delightful evidence of moments spent lying in ease).

She looks at the hickeys on you in much the same hungry way as you when you shuffle between her legs. You look so well fucked that it has them a little delirious. The bruises from Namjoon’s fingers that line your inner thighs are only too visible and tantalizing in your small shorts. Tae knows there is only one way you get those, in fact, she’s pretty sure she’s got some fading marks that are similar.

You smell like Namjoon and Jin and Yoongi, so much so that it’s a little too intoxicating to their sun-fried minds. It makes them touch you longer, makes Tae pull you in between her thighs when you try to wobble away, grabbing at your prone body to keep you still. But no one mentions or comments to it while you share spoonful of strawberry ice cream back and forth to cool off before dinner. 

Jin doesn’t even complain that you’re all spoiling your appetites. eyes fixed on tae feeding you sweet spoonfuls.

“Are you sure that you don’t want help?” you ask, leaning up against the island still in between Tae’s legs, watching Yoongi do the dishes. Your mate doesn’t seem to mind, up to his elbows in soap and drowning in joy. Tae can see the smile on his cheeks even when he turns away, his face round with it from the side. Jin has pulled his cutting board as close to Yoongi as possible without directly being in his way even though there is more than enough available counter space in the kitchen. 

Every few seconds Jin pauses to stroke down his arms in comfort, holds his hip, or otherwise touches your mate. Reassuring him back from the last of the drop and Yoongi would never refuse the contact. He feels good, hands in the soapy water, as he gets to listen to everyone in love. 

You reach for one of the sweets and Yoongi feels impossibly fond and happy. But your monsters are never banished for long because although you have the sweet in your hands- you still grab the box, turning it over to look at the label on the back.  

He’s not the only one who sees- and tries to keep the moment from turning heavy before it can. Almost quicker than you turned the box over Jungkook snatches it off of the table, holding it up and out of reach using his height to his advantage as you protest and try to swipe at it. With both his hands above his head he’s easily got two feet over you, you hop, trying to rip it out of his hands, "Come on- I only want to check."

Jungkook's grinning down at you even if this isn't something to smile about, "Nope, not happening. I know what you're gonna do, and I know it's gonna make you feel guilty and these are guilt-free calories. They’re aftercare treats." You huff, frustrated, reaching up to try and get it from him and hopping up on the chair and moving to reach for it when that doesn’t work. Tae presses her knuckles to her mouth to keep from laughing.

Your whole body gets pressed against Jungkook’s as crane your neck, warm and sweet honey salt smelling. "Koo give it-"

"No." Jungkook can be as stubborn as a stick in the mud when he knows that he’s right. You’re face to face with him still reaching and trying to grab it, close enough that he can feel your breath when you speak, he follows his instincts- too warn down from the sun to think clearly. 

He turns, biting at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. Not too hard, but enough for you to feel it and squeak in surprise, for there to be little square imprints of his teeth when he pops off.

"Jungkook!" Yoongi scolds, ignoring the zing down his mating mark at having your neck be bitten. You step back, startled, your cheeks pink. The dull throb of the bite quiets your protests instantly. Two perfect half circles on your shoulder in the shape of Jungkook’s mouth that you clamp a hand over in surprise.

Jungkook licks his teeth and hums.

You go from plucky puffed-up kitten to sleepy and soft in just about two seconds, teetering, almost falling off the chair where it not for Jungkook’s arms around you, the box dropping back onto the counter as he guides you back to the floor before you can fall.

 "You bit me." You sound crushed, the epitome of offended as you pull away. Hand still clamped over your shoulder to soothe the smarting skin. "Why’d you do that?" 

Jungkook rubs his chin stubbornly over your other shoulder, "Cuz you weren’t listening." 

You don’t reach to check the container now that it’s within reach, instead blinking back a sudden haze. Huh, that’s strange, Namjoon can't help but lean back, watching the two of you without interfering just yet.

In terms of hierarchy in the pack, Jungkook has always been at the very bottom. He’s never disliked it or confessed that he wanted to be higher- no, Jungkook has always been comfortable being their littlest pup. 

Until now. 

"If it will make you happy, I’ll eat it." He nods, and the others hake their head, perplexed that the fight dissipated as quickly as it came. You’re being so obedient and to the lowest ranking member of the pack too- all of this is so strange. Jungkook doesn’t (didn’t) have a dominant bone in his body but that's about the clearest show of dominance that Namjoon's ever seen- and he's pack alpha for fuck's sake. 

Jungkook’s grinning triumphantly as he sets his hand on your shoulder. Namjoon sniffs the air, checking for any discomfort, anything unhappy coming from either of you but there’s nothing.

Namjoon sips at his hot coco and Jin stops his chopping, gesturing with his knife, "You know you can't just bite people when they don't agree with you.”

“You also shouldn’t gesture with knives.” Namjoon quips, Jin huffs but puts it down. The last thing the pack needs is any unintentional stab wounds. 

"Why not? You guys bite me when I don’t agree with you all the time?" Jungkook pouts, you match his and Jimin comes close, gesturing at you to pull your hand away. The marks from Jungkook’s teeth are pink and sensitive as the alpha skims his fingers over them, giggling. 

You blink, still trying to make your brain operate through the haze of aftercare and now a bite. Jimin touching you so possessively, standing back between Tae's thighs once she grumbles, complaining that Jungkook ‘stole you’ while jk still has his arms wound around you, pulling you to his chest- it's dizzying. 

You tilt your head and bare your neck without thinking.

It earns you a fresh wave of crooning, "oh pup." Tae huffs, settling her palm on your hip, and you start to slick up stubbornly- your body deciding it still hasn’t had enough (that it won’t be enough, not until you smell like all of them the way that you smell like Namjoon and Jin and yoongi right now)

You sniffle- and it's Hobi who comes to your defense surprisingly pulling at Jungkook’s elbow, “guys come on- you're practically mauling her.”

You turn up your eyes at him, thankful and willing but still new. Hobi has always been above Jungkook in the hierarchy and now…he guesses he’s above you too. 

"You still got that train ticket?" 

Hobi almost chokes on his chocolate-covered strawberry. Hobi’s laugh is as bright as waves crashing against rocks, sea spray tossed high into the air in exultation. 

Hobi puts his head between his knees and laughs, leans back with chocolate on the corner of his mouth and shakes his head. The two of you leave the perplexed and, in some cases, concerned glances to your packmates. The internal question of what inside joke you just touched on never mind that you and Hobi are the two last people in the universe that they would ever expect to have an inside joke.

Namjoon slings his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder and teething at his ear, making the omega jump, "does 'I bit it so it's mine' apply to people too?"

"Yes," Jungkook answers petulantly, happy as you actually nibble at the food in front of you.  In all honestly, the bite has the desired effect, and you sit down and eat the sweets and a chocolate-covered strawberry that Hobi hands you once he catches you watching his. Pliant and not nearly as resistant as before.

Jin huffs, snapping his knife through the garlic on his cutting board, mincing it efficiently, "If you dare try that with me tonight, you're going to find out that I also have teeth and they're sharper than yours kookie."

Being a the bottom of the pack hierarchy isn't always a bad thing, the pups that need the most care are ready to receive it and stay there. The bottom spot is for those that can't necessarily fulfill their needs themselves and are ready to exchange them being fulfilled for obedience (and maybe a good nibble here or there). 

Just like that the pack hierarchy is settled; Jungkook at the very bottom, and you just below.

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(Interlude: Namjoon) 

It takes a few days for Jin and Namjoon to construct the perfect new rule for you regarding the food, but It’s not the only new rule you gather in that timeframe; 

You have a whole new little list of them that’s stuck to the fridge, stickers, and bunny doodles on the corners from Jungkook. It's a little bit too of a public place in your opinion but the whole pack had assured you that it was okay to have it put there- the same way a little kid might have a drawing or a report card stuck there by a proud parent. 

Under the heading “cupcakes’s rules” sit a dozen or so points on a bulleted list, None of the rules are truly embarrassing, private maybe. But they're your pack, they deserve to know every private thing about you. None of them are rules that you’re at all unwilling to obey, (but that was kind of the point of negotiating them after all). Not a single rule asks for too much or gives Namjoon and Jin too much control over you. 

You have to want this too, and Jin and Namjoon had been incredibly clear that this didn’t have to be a 24/7 thing. Like with the other packmates- it was likely that you’d strike some sort of balance that worked for you. Tae for example- rarely ever gets punished or has rules lorded over her head, your mate too- seems to barely feel their will when compared to Jungkook, you, or even Jimin.

Your rule list as Namjoon and Jin’s submissive goes as follows:

1. Good pups must always use their safewords, even during situations that are not explicitly sexual, safewords are always allowed to be used (even during meal times)

2. Good pups treat themselves and others with respect (no negative self-talk). 

3. Good pups tell their doms when they are having a rough day and need some extra babying.

And the fourth rule, the one that you are most nervous about- the one that you are always worried about: 

4. Good pups eat 3 square meals a day, the organization and implementation of which will be at their alphas and their doms discretion.

It’s not all that dissimilar from the rule you'd had before even if Jin and Namjoon had been sure to outline to you what would change in practice. The stinky note system could only last for so long before you had to find something that worked better. 

You negotiated the list not only with Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi, but with Jungkook and Jimin too. Although those two had asked to sit in just to watch and maybe add their two cents in. The document (it feels weird to refer to an 8 by 12 piece of computer paper written with Jin’s neat scrawl as a document) only explicitly specifies Namjoon and Jin as your Dom’s. 

But the scrawled list of limits on the back was at least good for them to know. 

Jin’s no hissing at me I don’t know why it makes me Dom drop sometimes but it does is hardly an obtrusive limit as is Namjoon’s no tickling, if you tickle me during sex even accidentally, I will probably flail and hurt you, no blood, if I see you start bleeding I will safeword, no extreme breathplay.

 It had taken you the longest to decide on your limits, Yoongi had helped write the list the most. They’d told you that it could be a work in progress too, there is more than enough space on the sheet to add more rules. I don’t like to be face down a lot, no spitting on me, no hair pulling cuz Yoonie (<3)

It was complete with Jin’s delicate signature below your list of limits, Namjoon’s messy doctor's tangle, and your inelegant one- unused to having to sign anything. 

Out of practice. 

There are other rules and space for more at the bottom on the front of the sheet as well. Rules that make you shift and slick up a little when you think about them too hard. They haven’t been much in practice yet (it’s only been a few days) but there are still ones like 7. Good pups must tell Jinnie every time they have an orgasm and what made them cum, because it’s his responsibility to make sure his pup is properly satisfied.

6. Pup must verbally agree to a scruffing before getting one unless a scruff has been explicitly negotiated prior to a scene or the scruff is necessary to prevent the pup from either hurting another packmate or the situation requires them calming down. (That rule is a little nebulous, Namjoon and Jin and Yoongi spend long minutes debating the wording. You where entirely unworried that namjoon and jin would ever abuse the power- but Yoongi wasn’t. )

And “10. Good pups must not let their pussy be cum marked without the pack alpha’s explicit permission.” That had earned you a flushing face from Jimin and a wry comment from Jungkook that had turned the pack alpha all shy. 

“I promise it’s not like a possessive thing-“ Jin had eyed Namjoon knowingly, “okay- it's definitely a possessive thing but-“

“You don’t need to justify it alpha; we get it.” Jungkook’s legs had been swinging below the dinner table. He'd been on and off hooking his pinky with yours for emotional support the whole negotiation. He'd even dragged his own list out for you to see when you'd asked to see it. The warn paper thin at the seams and folded in his collars case. It helps to see that Jungkook has similar rules to yours even if they’d been written 3 years prior. 

4. I must not eat anything that could trigger seizures, and I must not do dangerous activities alone or without contacting alpha and Jinnie before and after.

There are also crossed out rules, ones that don’t apply to him anymore. “I must ask Jinnie for permission every time I take alpha’s knot” and “if Jinnie sets out clothes for me in the morning I must wear them until he tells me to take them off” and their brief forays into daily orgasm control and clothing control Jungkook tells you, before they’d realized that these where things that they liked only occasionally and not semi-consistently. 

Your ears perk up at them. but you leave them for another day. 

But Jimin and Namjoon seem particularly stuck on the cum marking thing, Jimin sits- still blushing and begging you to understand, he probably thinks that you got punished for that too even though you weren’t. His scent shifts from cute vanilla to guilty stale gunpowder. 

“-To be fair, I didn’t realize that Namjoon would be upset- “

Namjoon’s eyes had been sharp, “it’s alright pup, you’ve already been punished for it.” And that had been that.  

It’s several days before you really notice any change in how they act around you. (Beyond one morning that Yoongi makes you sit in Jin’s lap and confess every dirty thing you’d done with your mate the night before. Whispered into his ear over breakfast while the pack omega hummed and sipped at his coffee. Jin thinks it was a lovely way to wake up you in his lap smelling all sweet and getting all blushy before 9am).

But when you come into the kitchen for dinner one evening, the world has shifted. 

The most noticeable difference is the absence of any sticky note with the calculated calories sitting next to your usual seat, namjoon reads something on his phone where where you usually sit too, although he lifts his head and smiles at you when you answer Jin’s call of “pup’s! dinner!” shouted through the halls. 

Calorie counting is an old enemy that you’d hope to become your friend eventually But to Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi- it's clear that that wasn't working, rather reinforcing a bad habit. 

Now there isn’t a single plate filled with food already at the table or one with a sticky note that shows where you will sit, and the longer you look at the table, the more you realize that something’s a little more wrong. 

While you have become used to sitting in Namjoon’s lap (or one of the other’s during dinner time) your seat usually just remains vacant. But this time someone has removed your chair completely, there are only seven at the table tonight. 

Your first instinct is to look to the ground, but there is no pillow or place for you to sit, where you might lean your chin on Namjoon or Jin’s thigh and pliantly take every bite pressed to your lips (you’d negotiated floor sitting as something that you were cautiously interested in).

When you find nothing, something in your chest begins to sting. You spiral momentarily- Seven seats, seven placemats, and seven sets of silver wear, and not a single one for you. But you’re not left to stew in your sudden insecurity for long as Jin turns from where he cooks, brandishing a wooden spoon. 

“Jin what’s-“ you start, but the pack omega cuts you off.

“Color sweetheart?” the meaning is as clear as day- what he asks without asking. Are you okay just going along with what we do right now? Or do you want me to stop and explain? 

Green or yellow?  

Not tonight Jinnie, Red is always an option. After all, it's the first rule on your list for a reason.

“G-green” you stutter, before you can ask any more questions Namjoon turns, guessing at your perplexed look, extinguished when the pack alpha pats his lap. You fall into Namjoon’s chest gladly wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your thighs folded to the side as usual but the pack alpha isn’t having it. 

His hands on your thighs are firm, not rough, but you feel every inch of where they press. “Sit properly pet.” He moves you, manhandling you, and Namjoon presses you into the table, your stomach digging for a second as you shift.

You feel incredibly small sitting like this, your ass pressed firmly against his Namjoon guides your legs to rest onto either side of his powerful thighs restraining your wiggle-prone limbs. 

Your size difference is deliciously apparent when you sit like this. Even sat in his lap Namjoon is still tall enough that his chin can rest on your head if you slouch down a little. 

Jin’s intimidating as ever in his fluffy apron. The stiff linen is ruffled ever so slightly at the edge but it does nothing to distract from Jin’s glower as he ladles curry onto rice, and tops it off with a little bit of chopped coriander too. The meal smells thick and spicy, with a hint of lime too.

The smell of red sauce and sesame oil fill the house and beckon your other packmates to the table, no one comments on your predicament when they enter although Tae hovers, gliding her fingers across your shoulder as she sits next to you- they must have warned them- someone must have sent a text to the group chat about the scene. 

(You don’t realize how usual that is, how once upon a time it had been normal for Namjoon to check his phone after surgery and find waiting texts of jk wants to go free use today! So if you don’t Wanna see him kneeling by the nest with his mouth open for a knot, let me know now and I’ll tell him to wait until the weekend for a scene Or Our pretty puppy wants to make an appearance this afternoon, is everyone okay with Hobi in puppy space? We’re thinking he won’t be nude just like- boxersnude for comfort.)

Jin has put what can only be described as a monumental portion onto Namjoon’s plate and while the pack alpha usually eats very well- even you have to admit that it’s a little overkill. There is no way that Namjoon can possibly finish the massive portion on his own.  

Oh

Namjoon’s chin hooks over your shoulder, voice raspy deep, and pure command. “If our pup can’t feed herself right that only means we need to take a more direct role in feeding you. Our poor little thing, so tied up in her thoughts that she needs us to do everything for her.” 

You would be embarrassed by the words if he didn’t sound so fond. So endeared that you are so dependent. You melt at the humiliation of it, trying to hide your blush but failing. Jungkook shoots you a knowing wink while Jimin settles in across from you, already shifting like he’s going to have a hard time staying in his seat with such a tantalizing treat in front of him. 

You feel like you want to shrink into a thimble-sized version of yourself ready to curl up in someone's pocket, or sink through the floor and hide. Your anxiety mounts as you look at the plate. There is so much, even if it is for you and the pack alpha to share.

It’s not Namjoon’s hand that settles on your chin, but Jin’s still holding the pot with an oven mitt on the other. “We know how much it is, and we won’t let you eat too little or too much this time pup. From now on, how much you are eating is for us to know. Now, can you tell me your color?” 

They are taking a chance with this, this scene. It hadn’t been explicitly negotiated even if your list has been. This little show of their dominance over you is comparatively small and doesn’t have much- if any risk of hurting you in it.  

You look up at Jinnie for a moment, turning it over in your head, or trying to- Namjoon’s hand's petting over your stomach is a noticeable distraction. You murmur a quiet “green”

Feeding his omegas by hand does something to settle the primal provider instinct in Namjoon’s chest that he can never quite paw at otherwise. Your other packmates don’t look surprised at Namjoon and Jin’s casual dominance of you over the dinner table- conversation flows as easy as it does normally. Although they do a good job of leaving you to your own devices. 

Yoongi’s shoulders have never been more relaxed or at ease as he jokes with Hobi. His hand brushes your thigh at times when you squirm, but Namjoon is always quick to settle you when you get too twitchy, subtle pinches to your inner thigh have you stilling. 

The first bite, and then another, is easy. 

Namjoon lifts the full fork to your mouth and you open obediently. He holds your jaw while you chew, fingers tapping against your collarbones. You spiral as you swallow- another bite already proffered to your lips. 

“There's a good pup, isn’t that better? Eating so sweetly for alpha.” You melt further at the praise. Your mate turns his eyes hot on you as you eat a bite and it's utterly overwhelming.

Jin folds his hands in Infront of his face, leaning on his hands and watching the two of you like it’s a soap opera, commenting sweet praises every few minutes “What a good pup for Joonie.”

Even Hobi doesn’t seem flustered or disgusted by such an obvious act of dominance. You don’t know why you keep checking, keep glancing at him like you expect him to get up and take his plate and go somewhere else in the house. 

You aren’t yet aware of how Hobi prefers to take his meal times when he’s feeling submissive and has the mental energy to go through a negotiation scene; With a puppy bowl on the floor, a collar, and a pair of ears on his head. 

Playing like that will have to wait a little longer still. There has been an itch building in him too- and seeing you act submissively with Namjin only makes him want it too. 

And the ruling pair of your pack miss their little puppy.

You send the alpha an anxious glance, and he raises his eyebrows at you from across the table like he’s surprised. He’s the only one whose willing to directly adress your predicament (none of them would ever dream of teasing you right now, worried about making you too shy). 

“What? It’s not like you’re fucking at the table?” he earns a swat to his thigh for that one. Your packmates are riled at the sight of this, a scene, a small one, and a punishment displayed so casually.

Jungkook’s already fidgeting, nearly needy for something similar. Hobi has a tad bit better control over himself but even he has to admit that such a casual show of dominance has him nearly humming.

The truth is, it’s been too long since a group scene, since a good pack fuck. almost a month and a half now since Tae’s rut and they all piled into the nest room for a few days with the sole purpose of pleasing and satisfying a pack-mates needs. 

When they were at their last apartment and before you, group fucking or even group discipline scenes like this had been so common. And though they’d been resigned to the fact that they were to be more private when you came into your lives now, now that you’re ready- it brings the possibility of all that coming back. 

Your anxiety builds and builds with each bite, although Namjoon gives you a second between each where he eats too (just to give you a second to cool down before the fork is prodding at your lips again) You start to back up with the next bite, head bumping into his shoulder a whine building in your throat. 

Instead of forcing it, Namjoon put the fork down and sets a hand on the back of your neck.  

“Do you need me to scruff you to get through the scene omega?” Namjoon’s voice is authoritative, and he leaves no space for you to avoid the question. 

You barely keep back a whimper, “Can you do it like, just a little, please alpha?” you tack on for good measure. 

Namjoon just barely brings his fingers together, but the effect is instant. You go numb all the way to your toes, nearly sliding out of his lap and slamming into the table were it not for his quick thinking, his arm around your waist vicelike. You let out the smallest- most pupish whine, almost mewling as he releases you and the endorphins rush at your head- thicker and intoxicating than any drug. 

The curry drops out of Tae’s spoon onto the table, but the other alpha is quick to recover. Jimin even teases her for being distracted. Warmth bubbles and gurgles in your stomach, your toes curl and you’re so comfortable. 

It’s only natural for you to get just a little turned on from a scruff. With Namjoon’s nose pressed to your nape, it’s hard for the pack alpha not to notice but as it is he focuses on keeping your limp body in his lap. if you leave a little wet patch of slick on his lap- that’s only something to be handled later with your reward for being so good. 

Namjoon’s mouth waters at the idea of getting on his knees for you again. 

But this is not about sex- not this time, although in another world a knot might do more to settle you than just a simple scruffing- that’s not an option for you yet for obvious reasons.

Your brain goes from frying in anxiety to bunny softness within a few seconds. Fuck, you’re going to have a hard time not asking for that every day. 

“Sorry- sorry I just-“ you let out a whine when words won’t suffice. Being scruffed by Namjoon even a little- feels absolutely liberating. Your mind is a mess of alpha- alphas so nice he feels so nice and strong under you, his arms so safe as they wrap around you. He's smiling- and you'd like him to be smiling for longer- want it badly enough that when he proffers yet you another bite you open your mouth eagerly. Eyes wide and searching for- 

“Good pup”

You start to purr almost instantly. Namjoon wonders what a real scruff would be like if just pinching on the back of your neck just a little had such a visceral effect on you. What it would feel like to get his teeth there, to sink them in and tug. 

He can’t wait to try it. 

Your eyes flutter closed, Namjoon’s thumb and forefinger dig into your cheeks, and you open your mouth obediently. If alpha's not anxious about the food, then you don't need to be. You don't need to do anything but sit and look pretty doing it. Your eyes roll when you taste Jin’s cooking and unbeknownst to you, Yoongi leans his chin on Jin’s shoulder, nuzzling into him in thanks exhaling a heavy breath. 

You let him feed you once, twice, and then a third time before you shake your head, “alpha should eat too.” You’re clumsy with it when you lift the fork to Namjoon’s mouth, almost spilling half of it. But Namjoon takes your bite and you squeak. The conversation starts back up around the table but your eyes flutter closed, curled up in Namjoon’s lap feeling small and safe. Opening your lips when the fork nudges at your lips it but otherwise floating happily with his hands on you- your tether, keeping you from fluttering too far away. 

Namjoon gives you a few seconds between every bite but- but the next time you open your eyes and look down, the plate is nearly empty. And you know Namjoon hasn’t taken nearly as many bites as you.

And you barely feel full, not an inch of anxiety clinging to you.

Jimin tries to make the next bite from his plate look as casual as possible. Chewing slowly “how long are you gonna do this?” Jin shrugs, looking at you, absolutely mewling in Namjoon’s hands, turning into his shoulder for another bite. Namjoon can’t tear his eyes away from you.  

“However long it takes for one of us to get tired of it.” However long it takes for her to not need it, and then maybe a little longer just for us remains unspoken, and unpromised for obvious reasons. 

But if anyone would get Jin's near dogmatic approach to his pack's care- it would be Jimin. Jimin almost chokes on his next bite when he looks over and sees your mouth parted easily, eyes closed and tongue out, undeniably lewd and yet, so cute as you let Namjoon feed you. 

He shifts in his chair, an eager pup as always, Tae hides her smile in her curry. “Can I, maybe do it next time? Feed her” he clarifies with a hard swallow. Jimin’s barely tasted the food this whole meal- so distracted by you that not even taste punctures the moment.

He’s been walking on thin ice since the whole scent marking incident (thin ice in the sense that every act of dominance over you had been carefully regulated by the two older dom’s) and yet now Jin smiles, and he doesn’t have to say yes for Jimin to know that he’s agreed.

~-~

(Demo: Hobi)

A storm rolls through that Wednesday and dumps buckets and buckets of water that the small garden Hobi’s been building at the front of the house desperately needs. But by Thursday the world is freshly watered with not a drop out of place, the summer sun returning with a vengeance after being denied a day. 

Hobi doesn’t usually hate his job even though most of it boils down to customer service and customers are well…pleasant at best and really really shitty at worse. He much prefers making bouquets in the back or reorganizing the annual flats of veggies and petunias where he can just stick his headphones in and ignore the world for a few hours. 

Getting paid for it is a little bit of a perk. 

He doesn’t usually hate his job, but sometimes he pricks his fingers one too many times or has to handle one too many rude customers or like today- the freezers that they keep the florals in just crap out because of the heat. The shop is a little old and rusty in general and many things haven’t been replaced in as many years as Hobi’s been alive. They lose a whole 1/3rd of their inventory that day and close early. The other two freezers packed to the brim with the expensive roses but-

It does have some upsides. Those upsides being a full bouquet of orange daylilies and copper tips, butcher paper bunches of asters- blue tiny stars mixed with yellow-white ones that have become particularly on trend with younger audiences. A small bunch of gardenias that Hobi split with his coworker that he knows are Jin’s favorite for their smell alone. 

They’re not the most attractive bunch of flowers color pallet-wise but Hobi is known for being particular about color. He’s just happy to have something to bring home especially since it smells so nice in his arms on his walk back. 

If he’d known he’d be so laden with blooms he might have taken his car this morning, but he’d woken early with the itch to listen to his favorite songs for a long long while and more than enough time to walk to work. The same itch that only Yoongi really gets; ears ringing and head messy- sick for the medicine of music notes.

The delphinium isn’t his favorite but the track that hums in his head is. They might make nice bouquets if Hobi gets home and sticks them in some water before they crap out. He blushes looking down at his handfuls, the cord of his headphones tangling with the half dozen bushels in his arms. Thinking of the reactions that his pack might have to the flowers makes him more excited with each step. 

Jin loves them, and so does Tae- Hobi knows he’s going to be absolutely smothered when they come home and see. He rarely ever gets to bring more than one or two bushels home.

The midsummer air is hot but shifting, foretelling either another storm or maybe a cold front, something that will hopefully banish the leftover humidity from the storm, his button-down shirt is sticky with sweat. 

Yoongi is fixing the mailbox when Hobi turns onto your street, which isn’t surprising seeing as Namjoon had accidentally backed into it on his way out this morning, late for a surgery and rushing. 

He hasn’t been working on the house so much in the last week, and although Hobi thinks it might be for some larger issue- there also is the fact that the top floor is nearly finished. Not much left to do without Jin picking out the paint color upstairs, and he hasn’t seen it yet so they’re at a stalemate. Yoongi can do no more work without showing him and yet he’s not ready to do that and have Jin judge the culmination of his hard work. 

Hobi can see it from the end of the street if he stands just right; The floor to ceiling windows, the jem box of it- more of a greenhouse than a second floor with how much natural sunlight it must get. There aren’t any other houses that high on their end of the street and there’s more than enough cover from the cypress trees next-door so- Hobi doesn’t think Yoongi was taking too much of a risk with so many windows. 

Maybe he would start working on the back part of the house but the windows for that room haven’t come in yet. He’s heard Yoongi talking with the contractors on the phone more than once about the delays. 

Hobi’s already thinking of turning it into a green room once the weather sours. Summer has been here and is here for a while yet but colder weather will be here in a few short months whether they like it or not, pretty soon they won't need to worry about what parts of the house are as yet unfilled with furniture with plants to fill every nook and cranny. 

Yoongi's arms are sweat speckles and a little dirty with fresh specks of sawdust as he fiddles with the shovel and the few decorative rocks that support the post, but he’s finally gotten it looking the way he wants by the time he straightens up and sees Hobi coming on the sidewalk 

He smiles, showing off his gums, and Hobi hides his blush behind the chamomile. 

“Hey daisy” he murmurs, low and thoughtful as he catches around Hobi's waist, gravely enough to make Hobi blush roses onto his cheeks yet again, He pulls Hobi in for a small scent mark and the alpha is further brought down. “What’s this?” 

“Fucking freezer was on the fritz again, spent half of the day trying to get it to work but in the end we just-” 

You are never far off, Yoongi's little shadow and Hobi isn’t sure why he trails off when he sees you folded oh so carefully on the porch furniture. Knees brought up to your chest, half a plate of cut watermelon in front of you. Your face rests in the shade below one of the large leaves of Hobi’s fig tree.  

You’ve been doing so well recently and Hobi had almost forgotten what it looked like when you go non-verbal. That’s his first thought when he sees you, that somehow time is regressing. You're still in pajamas even though it’s passed midday, eyes closed and chest rising evenly. Although there is something in your body- tense, perfectly placed- that lets him know you’re not asleep. 

But then you open your eyes and Hobi recognizes that this isn’t one of those days- you’re still mostly present, just small and sleepy and domestic. His heart doesn’t stop thudding a little too hard, an omega waiting for her alphas to come home. 

Your alphas, Hobi is one of those, whether either of you want it or not. Both of you belong to Namjoon and Seokjin and now that your position in the pack hierarchy has been solved- technically- you belong to him too.

Hobi’s fingers tighten around the bouquets in his hands. 

Jungkook hasn’t let you forget your new status in the pack (although really- had anything really change?). He's man-handled you into a cuddle puddle over movie nights and has firmly bullied you into nesting the way that he likes; something that Hobi has only ever seen you go small and obedient for. Not plucky and defiant the way that Jin would if Jungkook tried that with him.

Jungkook had even made you wear one of his shirts to bed one night, had all but plucked one of your sleeping sets off your shoulders so that you could put on something that smelled like him. leaning forward to nuzzle and nibble at your shoulder again, refreshing the hickeys that taehyung or jimin had left- just barely fading. 

God help them all if Jungkook had been born an alpha. 

Pup or not- omega or not, He’s surprisingly possessive of you. They were all so used to Jungkook being the lowest ranking pup- always ready to show his tummy and be at the dom's mercy- that they’d never paused to wonder much of a menace he could be where their situation different. 

You watch Hobi, blink slowly at him like a cat might blink at a kitten, and close your eyes again.

Hobi swallows. Fingers teasing at the delicate chamomile in his hands (it’s his favorite) Yoongi takes the heavy lily stems from him pressing his face into them and sniffing. “What’s with her?” 

There is a tiny almost imperceptible dot of pollen on Yoongi's nose when he pulls away, Hobi reaches out to wipe it away without thinking.

Yoongi shrugs, voice a little quiet. “She’s been like that all day, didn’t want to sit in her nest- but she’s talking- so at least there’s that.”

“She’s not non-verbal?” he asks to confirm. Hobi does not keep his voice to a hush so that you might not hear them talking about you. Jin and Namjoon talk about you this way so why can’t he?

Yoongi purses his lips, “not quite.” 

You open your eyes as Hobi passes, and he proffers you one of the bouquets. Tilting it down at your level so that you can lift your body off the outdoor couch and sniff at them before you make a happy noise in your throat. It satisfies him, so Hobi leaves you there and heads inside in search of their largest mason jar. 

Trimming the blooms and putting them into a bouquet is hardwired into his body at this point. His mind wanders as he goes, trimming, fluffing, popping off the shriveled blooms with his fingers- no scissors necessary. 

He’s halfway through chopping down the stems before the frustration builds and he plucks off a perfectly good bud on accident.

He's left to stare at the little bud, curled tightly in his fist, delicate and damaged by his fingers. Never to bloom now that he's cut it off. It's not his first time accidentally damaging a perfectly good stem because he was thinking too hard about something, and it probably won't be the last. 

Hobi looks down at the small pink flower for longer than he’s willing to admit. 

The house is quiet, the rest of the pack won’t be home for the next hour and that is more than enough time to fix this. 

He puts the rest of the unopened flowers into the water without arranging them, begging them silently to survive for just a few more hours. Hobi snatches Yoongi’s flannel from where it hangs by the door, chocolate smelling and happy with the beta’s scent- it’s perfect for what he needs. The keys in the catch-all jingle as he leaves the quiet house behind

He tosses it on your lap as he passes, fisting his keys with a muted clink of metal against metal. You lift your head, startled by his sudden re-appearance so soon.  

Hobi’s not sure why he knows that you were just biting the inside of your cheek when you look at him, grabbing at the flannel on your lap to keep it from sliding to the floor. Fingers curling in the precious fabric like you’d needed something to hold onto. 

“I’m going to drive to the beach for a bit, you comin'?” you still for a second, then oh so carefully stand, wobbling a little. Hobi resists the urge to grab your elbow as you pull on the flannel. 

Hobi has a water bottle in his car. He’s going to hand it to you the second he gets in.

You slide on your shoes and Yoongi cleans his hands with a towel, looking every bit the househusband wet dream that he is. He looks like he’s about to ask you something before he turns to Hobi instead. “How long do you think you’ll be?”

Hobi tells him an hour, probably no more. “Okay.” Yoongi eyes you- wary and concerned, but doesn’t stop you from getting in the car without him. You don’t ask Yoongi to come either although the beta stands at the ready like he maybe expects you to. 

You’re transported from one cozy spot to the other and Hobi gets in his car and lets you buckle yourself in before he pulls away. He doesn’t prompt you to speak the entire drive there, letting the music hover where words might fail. His tastes get a little bit more mellow without Yoongi in his passenger seat to spark his sound into delicious deep base rhythms, tamed by your quiet and companionable silence. 

You let him play the music he wants; you don't say you like the first song or the second but that's fine. Hobi will eventually play something you like- one thing he prides himself on is his good music taste. 

It shifts from; and I really wanna let you go, cuz I just wanna be only yours to Spinning out, waiting for ya to pull me in but you don’t fault him for his choice of oldies as the bridge sparks indie summer bright and cinematic when you turn from town to beach boardwalk and pull in to a place to park.

Hobi turns the car off and the music stops. “Do you want to go down to the water?” 

Your ankles rub together like a cricket, toes perched, shoes abandoned on the floor of the car. This part of the coast has the berm is built up so that people can drive their cars close without having to let the air out of their tires or drive onto the sand; something that Jungkook and Hobi have been trying to convince the pack to do forever but Jin and Namjoon have been resistant too- at least until one of your cars gets too old to consider fixing and becomes a beach beater. 

The storm a few days ago has left the water dark and churning, it’s mid-week and even mid-day and high tide so there are few people here. Hobi isn’t expecting you to speak- not really. If you were truly non-verbal, he’s sure you wouldn’t force yourself 

But you reply, quiet. “I’m not sure I want to get sandy today, can we just sit here for a few minutes?”

“Sure.” Hobi turns the car back on and the music plays in the background like a special sort of loving, mixing with the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks. It only takes a few minutes for the salty air to turn his bangs all sticky, make them curl like orchid throats against his forehead, and sometimes he looks your way and finds your hair similarly pulled at by the ocean wind. 

“Are you going to keep stewing in silence or are you going to tell me what's wrong today?” Hobi is perhaps the only one who can push it out of you through force alone. But at least understanding waits on the other side of the bridge.  

You lean your cheek against his car door, finger tracing a slash in the plastic. You watch the ocean, the waves that recede and then crash, back and forth and back and forth. It’s not sunset yet but it’s a near thing, people are already starting to gather in their chairs to watch it from here. In the distance, a Ferris wheel and merry-go-round jingle. Moving syrup slow at this distance. 

“there’s- this itch under my skin, like something's going to happen, or like something's going to go wrong. I guess it’s just bugging me.” You can’t explain it and you won’t need to because Hobi out of all of them gets it. 

Hobi hums, low in his throat, Hobi doesn’t often sound like an alpha, unlike the others he doesn’t growl or purr very often.  “I felt something similar, a few months after I like- started getting courted. It’s hard to get comfortable with good things without feeling like there is another shoe waiting to drop.”

You fiddle with the edge of Yoongi’s flannel, pulling it over your knobby knees. There is a bruise there; finger-sized and purple. Hobi wonders where you got it from and if you categorized the hurt. It could literally be from anywhere but still-

You curl up looking fragile in his front seat. He teases at his keys with his fingertips, wanting to start the car and take you somewhere where you might be able to get the care that you need but unable to make the push to. 

“Don’t tell him but sometimes I just want space to be like- a little sad sometimes without it hurting Yoongi,” your eyes are like the ocean, furious, bubbling towards histeria, words spit like sea spray “I don’t even know why I'm sad, everything been so good recently too- I’m just-"

"Restless?”

You fall silent and Hobi screws his eyes shut, and his eyes sting with saltwater, aching dully from the ocean air. He stays quiet because he doesn’t have a good fix for you. Maybe it’s enough just to bare your pain, not to try and fix it for now. 

After a heavy moment, you sigh, then refold your body like thoughts reorganized sitting up more properly. “Life is short but also unbearably long” you quote, more for the sake of it than anything. 

Hobi’s fingers drum against the steering wheel “It is. But I think it can be sorta pretty if you let it” Hobi reaches over and ruffles your hair on a whim, you duck away from the touch- affronted like a cat at just being woken up. 

Hobi does it again extra rough- truly messing your hair up just for good measure, you push his hands away and grumble threatening,

 “next time you’re about to leave for work, and you’ve spent ages on your hair- I’ll be waiting” 

He laughs leaning his elbow up against the car door while he watches you fix the mess he made, taking your hair out and putting it back up in a messy something. Hobi’s never had long hair- it looks really hot (And not in the sexy way hot).

 “what are you so worried for- it’s not like anyone important is going to see you?” You shrug, and fix your hair in the mirror. Omegas and their vanity. Hobi wonders why it stopped bothering him when it’s you. 

(If he looked closely, he might see you hiding your blush, but Hobi has never been known for his observation skills.)

“I’m kind of hungry” he says, and it’s true, Hobi rarely ever packs a lunch with him to work, only on the long days, theres no need to make the effort when he only works 4-6 hour shifts “Is it okay if we stop by the usual spot on the way home?” 

“Sure” 

Hoseok struggles to get the car started, it turns over once, then again before the engine reeves to life. Your phone lights with a notification but you don't check it and the sea waves crash behind you ever-present. Not stopping, not even now that the storm is over.

The ocean never stops moving and you’ve barely been here for 10 minutes but you don’t mind- it’s all about the drive anyway especially when you can’t get out and walk along the beach today- the tide is too high and the seas too angry.

“Can you make mine up the way you did last time? With the fries and stuff?”  

Hobi hides his smile as he lingers at the exit to the parking lot, turning his face away so that you won’t see. “Of course, I can.” 

The song on the stereo plays, the queue progressing because Hobi had fiddled with the playlist before you’d even started driving, allowing you to sink back into comfortable silence without pause. 

You set your hand on the center console as the speakers play, the singer speaks dolefully, the hiss of it going in and out plesant; I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.

at least i’m trying. 

“I like this song” you comment quiet enough to be lost in the music.

But Hobi hears you, and at the next red light, without being prompted, Hobi adds the song to an unnamed playlist.

~-~

(Hidden track: Hyejin) ( 2 years prior) 

You recline along Hyejin’s lap, your body stiff, not only because you're worried about tearing the fresh stitches on your back, the little lines of silk thread closing the marks, the letters that your husband carved there not hours ago.

Right now, you're more nervous about getting her scent on you and tracking any hint of this home to Geumjae. It would be a death sentence after this- to wear another scent home so brazenly.

Above you she hovers, petting over your hair with her long-manicured fingernails, her short hair falls over her face, pretty. Hyejin is so pretty- pretty in a way that you could never hope to be. 

She hadn't made any sort of disapproving noise at your distance only cooed like an owner kooing at a puppy’s hurt paw when she'd seen the marks on your back. The doctor had left a short while ago, and you're hummy, a little high from the pill they'd pushed against your lips. You’d barely avoided the humiliation at it, her manicured fingers petting at your tongue making sure you swallowed. 

But you’d had no choice but to be obedient. 

You're high enough not to feel the pain and the room is so spiny- it feels like your body is just a bunch of leaves being turned over in the wind. That doesn't apply to your mind, turning over details of where you are or who you're with without much haze. 

You, in a master bedroom; a nest room- thick red velvet on the walls and thin plumb gauze that sections off a lavish nest of the finest Egyptian cotton. An expensive tufted velvet bowl, the perfect nesting barrier. It’s a very perfect and precise nest, not a pillow or a blanket or an omega out of place. All overseen by Moonbyul, reclining on a tufted settee of the same color sipping at a glass of white wine.

There are two omega’s in the nest, but they’re hardly more animated than any of the designer pillows. You wonder how much they cost. You’ve never met Moonbyul’s and Hyejin’s other packmates before today. 

Though their still figures might have more to do with the drugs on the side table labeled with fancy names that you fixate on. Arymo ER, Ketamine-8h, a orange white lid bottle of heat inducers, a bottle of heat and rut suppressants. And one, the vial that there is certainly a lot of, blue-capped, plenty of it sitting empty on the dresser and the wastebasket. 

LPH-44 (Alpherine Clorohexadine)

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the dose really starts to hit you and you shift, letting out a small noise. Hyejin's hands on you get hungry, one of hers gripping under your ribs a hair too close to your chest to be proper. 

"Oh, does that feel better pup?" she finishes tightening the bandages on you and your body gives a dull throb, not drugged up enough apparently. She pulls you up, and you go like a rag doll across her lap. "We really should be getting you into the nest my cute little doll.”

It isn’t just you high and vulnerable right now, Moonbyul and Hyejin's other packmates are both equally as giggly at her comment, you thought that both of them were passed out but it turns out it's just one of them and she’s waking, shifting in her tiny little night dress, translucent white lace that does so little to hide her body. 

You’ve never seen another omega wearing so little.  

The room is thick with the smell of slick, a scent so foreign to you on account of how little you smelled it anymore- even from yourself. Their giggles litter the edge of your peripheries, twirling ribbons that echo in the large room. Your mouth feels like it’s stuck together with peanut butter as you try to voice your protests but-

But Moonbyul gives a hum of agreement, and you realize Hyejin had never meant her comment to be for you.

up little doll, let alpha hold you.

You feel Moonbyul's hands on you, pushing at them weakly before she can lift you up. It takes great effort for you to speak, to make your tongue and teeth and vocal cords operate properly. "No- don't wanna," you blink blearily, and she sits, huffing and gesturing at you and sharing a laden look with Hyejin. 

See, I told you that you didn’t give her enough. 

Being invited into a pack omegas nest is one thing, being invited into an omega's nest while one of their omegas is in pre-heat is another and sends a very clear message that you're not prepared to answer. Not now or with the way that Hyejin's hands tangle in your hair, her words murmured quickly dissipate like a ripple on a lake, you won't remember them later but-

"She seems to be in good condition, at least he hasn't damaged her too much yet."

"You call this good condition?" It's not angry or vindictive, if anything their comments on your body are playful. like you're a project- some house purchased off the lot that just needs work.

One of the omegas in the nest is staring at you with bright eyes, not quite lucid just like yours- who knows if she’s high on drugs or on the hormones of pre-heat. Funny, you haven't felt like that in so long, you've almost forgotten what it feels like. 

The omegas peer up and out of the nest, staring at you like two children presented with a new toy they can't open till Christmas, one of them makes grabby hands, and Moonbyul goes to soothe them leaving you with Hyejin. 

The pain in your back from the cuts sting and ache. Subtly drawing you out of your drug-induced fog until you can pull yourself out of Hyejin's arms though it only makes the room spin harder, you decide there and then that you don’t like drugs- don’t like anything that makes you feel so unsteady.

You suck on your dry lips, and a second later there is a hand on your chin.  Hyejin, beckoning you to drink from moonbyul’s glass of half finished wine. 

With her hand on your chin, there is no disobeying. 

You remember at least to be polite. In a wolf’s den there is no reason to thank one for sharpening its teeth and yet- "thank you, thank you for helping me" Hyejin’s long manicured nails rub a bit of the wine that’s gotten off your cheek, and she presses the nail between her own lips, purring at your taste. 

"If we weren’t going to be otherwise occupied very soon," Hyejin says, with a clear tip of her head in the direction of her quickly sweetening nest, "we could help you, you know, Moonbyul and I- we could keep you safe from him if you only let us."

"You know I can't ask that of you." but the protest sounds weak even to your own ears. 

Moonbyul sits on the edge of the nest, and the two omegas quickly wrap themselves around her, one looping their arms around her neck to nose at her scent gland, and the other pulling at her legs, letting out small keening noises trying to get between them. She behaves like they haven't touched her at all, like she's not nearly getting eaten out right now, petting gently at the omegas head that noses between her legs. 

You try not to look but when you tear your eyes away, Hyejin is watching you with a smile cracking at her red lips.  "Be honest pup, you can't afford to go without our help much longer."  

You know that nothing comes without its price and you don't often get something without anything in return. But you're desperate, and as much as it chills you to admit it- 

Hyejin is right, you don't know how long you'll survive on your own. A few months maybe, till Christmas if you’re lucky. 

You whisper the words, still so afraid "he could kill me. Just for you saying that." It's the truth. 

Hyejin brushes a manicured hand across your cheek. "I know, but if what Moonbyul and I have planned works out- and it will work out- then we'll be the ones holding all the cards and he'll be dead in his grave."

So they do have a plan, your husband is always going on about the moon family and their blasted penchant for scheming, always telling you that you need to stay away from them- unable to confront Moonbyul about her omegas friendship with you without risking an internal war. 

You furrow your eyebrows, thinking it through. If they’ve got a plan already then this is hardly your fault. you’re just trying to make the best out of a bad situation- even if this feels like trading one jailer for another. 

you want so badly to be free, to not worry about pain anymore, to not be in the thick of it, you just want a spot to rest your head, to feel a little safe. 

and well, the omegas hyejin and moonbul keep look well taken care of- happy- if not for their slack smiles.

You swallow and resign yourself to what might happen, whatever it may be. It can’t be worse than dying- than the hell waiting for you back home. 

As if in response, the marks on your back throb anew. Whatever they gave you it's wearing off quickly. 

You reach up fiddling with the collar of her shirt where the bee tattoo lingers. It's a sweet gesture, one that makes her want to coo at you and deposit you in her nest, where all perfect and pretty little things should go. 

But you're not her's- at least not yet. 

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

Her teeth look just a little sharper when she smiles down at you. "Alright, listen closely pup.” 

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(Outro: Taehyung)

It’s late, and the rest of the pack is curled around Jin and Tae on the couch, a forgotten movie spitting its credits out. In a few minutes, Jin will wake them and will heard his pack into the nest room for sleep, but Tae knows it won’t feel quite as good as this.

With Namjoon piled by the door with a lapful of Jimin nosing sleepily at the pack alphas stomach, with Jungkook curled in a small mess of blankets beside him in a cute little mini nest, cheek pressed against Hobi’s thigh. With Yoongi asleep and reclining against Hobi’s chest with you in his lap similarly prone, your and Jungkook’s hands twined between the two of you.  

There's something budding there, Tae is almost sure of it. She sensed it the second you came home from the beach today, the two of you quiet- but not startlingly so. 

She’d watched you both very closely-  the way he’d gotten you a glass of water while you ate, Namjoon and Jin eyeing you waiting for a meltdown but waiting in vain as you ate side by side with him, the way Hobi had gone to rearrange the flowers after dinner- and had saved a small mason jar full of blooms for your bedside table. Similar vases full sit on either side of Jin’s nest room. One on the kitchen table, and one on the dining room too. 

Tae just hopes that nothing ruins it. 

Tae is just barely awake with her head placed in her pack omegas lap trying to savor this for as long as it lasts. because she knows that going to bed won’t feel quite as good.

You and Yoongi will sink across the hall, will cleave this group in two. Tae wonders if it frustrates Jin (looking up at him, his face colored all blue from the tv screen and his open phone) to not have you nest with them still and sleep in the pack bed. 

The omega can’t know what he does when he touches Tae, if Tae were a poet (and we all know Tae is a poet) she’d call the feeling shimmering, the heat over asphalt on all but the hottest days, delicious ripples of sensation that pull at Tae’s very seems as he carding his fingers through her hair. 

It’s gotten so long, a grown-out shag of cinnamon cuteness. Red-tinged at the ends from their beach day. She’s only just started to really like it- her hair grown out just enough to start to be considered feminine. She catches herself looking at her reflection extra long in the mirror these days, struck by the idea that somethings changing and whatever it is- she likes it. 

Her face looks just a little rounder like this, her eyes poking out from beneath her long bangs a little more doe eyed. It makes her wonder what transitioning might look like if she where strong enough to reach for it- what she’d look like with waist or even shoulder length hair. Would it look pretty? Would it look as perfect as she imagines? Could she get highlights and fun colors and braid it side by side with you? 

It’s yet another reminder of all the unsaid things between them when Jin speaks. Earth shattering and simple, love is often a breaking force that way, especially when you don’t want it to be. 

“You need a haircut, I scheduled one for you tomorrow pup.”

Tae’s heart drops into her belly, the words low and hard and aching like a wound. Her first reaction is that she doesn’t want to. She freezes and stiffens just barely; Jin picks up on it. tearing his eyes away from his phone and looking down at Tae- her scent just barely souring before she gets a handle on it. 

“Taehyung baby, what’s wrong?”

“I just didn’t expect to have plans tomorrow, but it’s- it’s fine. It’s okay.”

It’s the furthest thing from okay as Tae stews, unsure. The calming pheromones that Jin is pumping out to soothe one of his alphas aren’t working on Tae at all as she thinks about the haircut- thinks about cutting off the one bit of herself that she actually likes- the one thing about her that actually doesn’t give her dysphoria but euphoria just a little.

It takes real effort for Tae to meditate her scent into remaining cinnamon and sweet. Tae’s first instinct is always to hide, like some insect masquerading as a piece of bark, anything to avoid the unpleasant teeth of a predator or something that might tear at her delicate wings. 

Jin isn’t one, but Tae still can’t say anything to it. The words bounce around her stomach like a metal ball in a pinball machine, there one moment, then jingling around her chest the nest. 

Tae can’t say it, she can’t say that she doesn’t want it because Jin is watching her. She can’t ask for what she wants- if there was ever a time to confess to something- maybe now would be it. 

I’m actually not sure I want too, I’ve been thinking about my hair recently Jin,  I think I might- I think it might make me happier to keep it longer- to grow it out like a g-girl- Jin I think that I’m- that I could be- 

She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Her throat closing up, is this what going non-verbal is like?  She is at once, drowning underneath her fear of disappointing her packmates (and Jin in particular) and burning from the inside out with want, (a wanting maybe triggered in her from your first kiss, your first time doing makeup in the library room- you. Just you. Without you- Tae might never have wanted this so bad.)

Tae can only keep going like this for so long before hiding her gender actually starts to kill her. and it feels like something in her was just ripped open, her heart offered up willingly to disappointment. 

Jin clicks away at his phone, unaware of Tae’s conflicted heart, drying up like a flower without any water. 

“Will you pick up kookie after work and take him with you? He’s looking like a shaggy pup too. I’d ask you to take Hobi but he says he wants to let his hair grow out a little.” 

it’s not jin’s fault, he still thinks that tae wants this kind of babying, still needs to be reminded to get haircuts and grooming like this. So Tae says a quiet whimpered goodbye in her head, bleeding out onto Jin’s lap and the couch. metaphorically of course. Not a drop remains spilled. Tae will not make a fuss for this. 

On the couch, Jimin twitches, as if somehow he knows that his soulmate is hurt- that something hurtful is happening to Tae- even in his sleep. 

Tae lets out a single held breath,

And agrees.  

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the character sheet

choi yn

our heroine, twin sister of choi beomgyu. has a major crush on soobin even though he hates her. jokes about her crush on twitter even when she is constantly met with negative feedback from said crush. freshman at hybe university, majoring in physics.

choi beomgyu

twin brother of choi yn, always doing stupid shit and acting like an idiot. the bigger troublemaker of the twins. dislikes soobin because of how he treats yn. freshman, majoring in neuroscience. member of alpha chi fraternity.

choi soobin

just wanted some peace and quiet at hybe university, away from the twins who irritated the hell out of him in high school. hates choi yn and doesnt care who hears about it. freshman, majoring in history. member of alpha chi beta.

yang jungwon

the twins' best friend, and the only sane member of their trio. always keeping an eye on both twins, but for very different reasons. the voice of reason. possibly harboring a secret crush on yn. maybe not. freshman, majoring in biology.

park jay

just some rich guy in the same fraternity as soobin and beomgyu. he's on team yn ever since she helped him with their coursework. good friends with soobin and listens to him bitch about yn (which is constantly). freshman, majoring in physics.

han jisung

secretary of alpha chi fraternity, best friends with bangchan. thinks soobin's hatred of yn is hilarious, and loves being nice to yn or about yn just to rile soobin up. (but he actually thinks yn is pretty cool). junior, majoring in marketing.

bangchan

mister president. only of alpha chi, though. best friends with jisung. actively, enthusiastically, and courageously ships soobin and yn. swears they are soulmates and are destined to be together. romantic? delusional? senior, majoring in music.

ahn hyejin (hwasa)

the twins' older cousin. reports back to their mother about their lives at the university, because their mother expects them to lie to her about everything. best friends with nayeon, and loves getting revenge on the twins with her. she's currently in law school.

im nayeon

was the assigned campus tour guide for the twins during their freshman orientation, instantly fell in love with them. sees them as her younger siblings, especially since they can really drive her crazy. best friends with their cousin hyejin. graduate student, getting her PhD in psychology.

sakura miyawaki

met yn at an alpha chi party recently and just thought yn was the sweetest thing. is actually the sweetest thing herself. brings out a softer side of yn. listens to yn talk about soobin, and supports her in her efforts to win his heart. absolutely a romantic. freshman, studying literature.

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[ace-angel-judas]

Why did Mark go to the border to begin with in the wolf au? Especially if everyone knew he was Hyejin’s mate

Mark didn’t often get in trouble, he was a great student at training and on track to become a good alpha.

But this incident was a bit more out of hand.

No one had seen the rogue attack coming, there hadn’t been one in two years after all. These rogues had hidden themselves well, sneaking into the territory.

Sophia stepped out of the meeting room, a tired look on her face. Herself, Taeyong and Johnny had been called in, along with Donghae and Eunhyuk.

“Is it bad?” Mark whispered.

“It’s.. yeah..,” Sophia couldn’t lie, “Jongdae is in bad shape..,”

Mark sunk down further in his seat, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Sophia, I just-“

“Hey,” Sophia reassured him, “All of us would have done the same thing, rogues tried to attack Hyejin and you got tunnel vision,”

“Is Hyejin okay?”

Sophia sat down beside Mark. The younger pack members hadn’t seen violence before, not like what had happened.

“Sunmi says that the shock of the attack has given her amnesia, she doesn’t remember what happened, her head is blocking it out,” Sophia explained, “All she’s got is a scar on her arm,”

“Thank the moon,” Mark relaxed his shoulders, “What’s going to happen?”

“I think there sending you to the border,” Sophia whispered, “Which is better than getting exiled,”

Mark inhaled deeply. Mateless wolves or those who had committed crimes worked at the border, protecting it from rogue wolves.

Some people volunteered there, others were send there.

“Will you take care of Hyejin will I’m gone?” Mark asked her.

“Yeah, I’ve been doing it this whole time,” Sophia nodded.

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THE NEW BILY CH IS SO GOOD OMG!!! JK WAS SO HOT! (I was so horny. I can’t imagine how much worse it is for you lol) His teasing but also being kinda soft. The laughter aww. The description of mc’s pussy being open and dripping so much slick is so hot omg! (I was in between feeling “oh no what if the pussy dilation is too much for me?” and “eh it can’t be that bad” when I saw the tags in the ask. But the latter is true lol) The diss on the ex’s size LOL Jk not letting her get away from the bed at the start omg. Manhandling yes. And I love that jk is direct with asking mc about her insecurity/embarrassment ahh. He’s so nice TT but he also ended up being a lil too rough bc he’s ok with it oh no lol poor mc. The hobi and mc are related as subs part makes me crave seeing them in a scene as subs together again omg. We got to know more about the pack in terms of sex from jk yay. Jin ordering jk and hobi to make each feel good for the day omg. The ending is scary lol I wonder what the punishment(s) will be. And if it’ll be immediate or later since they haven’t eaten yet hm. Why didn’t the others feed them :( I guess they were busy :/ On another note, I felt so sad when mc was having negative thoughts. I hope she communicates with the others on it so they can reassure her that they love her so much TT Yoongi feeling needy for more affection from mc is too cute omg TT and more noodle info! Noodle waiting for Hobi around when he gets home TT I did think of the cat from the most recent ask for Noodle but kept forgetting to send in an ask to the author lol Mc has Moonbyul’s number and Moonbyul knows their address?? It’s cute that mc wanted to make hobi happy but don’t get more involved with Moonbyul for him :/ I hope that Moonbyul was satisfied with mc acting ditzy and cute. And he would be happy with less materialistic things and more affection from mc prob. Wouldn’t he and the pack be suspicious of how mc has these car(s)?? Ugh Moonbyul and Hyejin are so creepy. Idk if the omegas in their pack are consensually stuck in the nest omg… (maybe yes bc life is only bliss for them. But what about other aspects of life like hobbies and stuff??)

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YES I FINSLLY GOT ROUND TO READING JT

it was so good

JUNGKOOK X M/C SCENE WAS SO SO GOOD IM IN LOVE HIM HYPING HIMSELF UP THROUGHOUT IT AS WELL WAS TOO PRECIOUS AND THE SLICK SND HIM JUST BEING OBSESSED WITH HOW SMALL AND CUTE SHE IS WAS TOO MUCH AND HIS PLETHORA OF DILDOS the horny never ends

the manhandling 😋 yes please

ah so many rules were broken 🥲 i think maybe they’ll wait it out a bit before any punishment… but i’m interested to see how it plays out especially with the skipping meals part. i don’t know if yoongi and jimin were home, maybe that’s why no one thought to feed jungkook and the m/c, jin didn’t seem to see hoseok either when he got home maybe he’d gone out assuming they’d eat lunch after they’d done what they had to do in the bedroom

all geumjae slander is good slander, as a full time hater the dick comment was perfect and i hope that man is mad in his grave, imagine being an alpha and your beta brother has a bigger dick than you LMAO

i love noodle so much 😭 he’s so cute and i love that he only likes the m/c and hoseok. it’s cute how he puts up with yoongi because he feeds him as well even if he is an ankle biter— and i’m so happy the pack let her keep noodle even if he is devil spawn

just the thought of a grumpy little cat who filled her around, her carrying him around 😭 ahh i want a pet

the m/c’s self deprecating thoughts makes a lot of sense and i know communication is key but i think holly is good as expressing how hard it is to put thoughts into words sometimes without wanting to sound like you’re searching for compliments or constant validation without it becoming annoying. obviously as the reader we know that the pack don’t mind having her there and that she isn’t expected to do what she did with her ex husband. and old habits die hard so i think it’ll take her a while to realise that maybe just her being there is enough

ah moonbyul… it was very stupid calling her. and i can only imagine what yoongi is going to say whenever he finds out. obviously the car was hers and she’d told hoseok that her ex had bought it for her, i think they’re going to question why a random woman was dropping it off and where it had been this entire time and i think that’s going to cause a little more trouble

especially since moonbyul is gonna want compensation for doing this favor, i think her pretending to be ditzy and moonbyul brushing her off was just a way for her to ask the m/c for something when she needs it because now she’s in debt to her 😭 i think she’ll rock up to the house and ask the m/c to go out with her or something and hopefully another member of the pack if there to stop her because who knows what moonbyul will do when they’re alone.. i hope at least yoongi is there because as the beta he can kinda maybe steer the situation away from something bad

kinda off topic but about everyone having secrets, i’ve only been able to figure out moonbyul’s secret 😭 i was so happy when i figured it out as well because i’m usually shit at at figuring out clues in stories and i’ve never smiled so much when i finally figured her secret out— it made so much sense once i knew as well and i’m interested to see how that changes the story or if anyone else in the story will find out

i have no idea about any other secrets though, i’m stuck with those one. hoseok and jungkook, even the m/c i literally have no idea and i wish i had the time to go back through the whole series and try and find little clues but it’s so long i would be there for days and even then i probably wouldn’t figure it out. i think jimin has another secret as well??? ARG IM TOO STUPID

ALSO very off topic but i was on tiktok earlier and saw this and thought of you

the horny hours never stop

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When all is said and done; Hwasa (Mamamoo)

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Summary: Hyejin had broken your rule "No moving" and since she was acting particularly bratty that day, you decided to dish out a punishment that would be satisfying for you yet nothing but painful for her.

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"You love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you."

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Thirty one days, you told her that day. The day she had learned not to bite off more than she can chew.

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Hyejin acted over-confident when you gave her one task, raising her eyebrow at you as if she was daring you to do your worst. You swore to yourself you'd make her regret underestimating you, and you succeeded. You didn't bother tying her up and just promised her that if she lifts any part of herself off the bed she wouldn't be cumming for a month. Halfway through you having your fun and already you had rendered the alpha into a begging and panting mess. Hovering over Hyejin, you bit at her scent gland and pumped down on her length and she unconsciously bucked up into your hand.

You let go of her and put a hand on her stomach, you kiss her neck that's now full of marks and get off of your alpha. Chocolate orbs flutter open with unshed tears of frustration and overstimulation she grabs at your hand weakly although desperately Hyejin asks why you stopped.

You smile sweetly at her and tell her that you don't ever break your promises.

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To make matters worse? You count your days starting from zero and although it's a thing about you she already knows, the fact that don't leave her untouched in those thirty one days only served to further her torture. Unlike other doms; you don't set a time for when you'll have her all to yourself to tease her. You find pleasure in the anticipation that fills the air whenever you catch your Alpha alone, where her eyes never meet yours out of her own volition until you take her chin in your hand to guide her to meet your eyes.

Once before she had tried to hustle you into shortening her punishment time, she figured she could take advatage of your more laid back and soft dominating nature. The nature of yours to give her exactly what she asks for when she's been a good little Alpha for you. It backfired at her and she ended up with double the original length of time, that was the day she found out that underneath the soft dom act? You were a patient, strategic sadist that always finds a way to turn the cards in your favor.

Your 'Punishments' come in various forms ranging from subtle to mind numbingly dangerous. The subtle ones range from you wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pressing open mouthed kisses from her nape to her shoulder when she writes, a leg slipping in between hers with your knee pressing up against the back of her knot oh so coyly yet so painfully exciting, to you pulling her close to your body in public before letting out a split second burst of your scent smelling with unbridled want just to rile her up. It's times like the latter that she really has to work and fight to stop herself from letting the need take over which will then result in her panting and begging you to take her right then and there.

The dangerous punishments are dangerous for a reason, those punishments are composed of you seeing just how much you can make her fall into subspace and beg. The 'easiest' ones in this caterogry consists of you giving her touches, both fleeting and ligering, they're easy because she can use your touch to ground and prevent herself from slipping. The easy punishments are double edged swords as she always manages to resist your games that end with her in tears. The hardest punishments she hates and loves at the same time, it's the punishments where you use nothing but your voice to drive her into subspace. The need is frustrating and fulfilling altogether, these are the punishments that have her pumping her length all on her own, with her pace being controlled by your commands. Every time you go hard on her, you taunt her with empty promises of having mercy on her and letting her cum early, bringing your face close to hers as you tell her to look you in the eyes as you tell her how good she's being for you. Hyejin believes you every single time only to end up in tears of ruined ecstasy as your voice commands her to stop.

Everyday for thirty one days, you give her two punishments a day; a subtle punishment and a dangerous one. There's a way you keep her anxious, you made sure to let her know at the start of day zero that you're only only going to give her a harsh punishment when the sun has faded from the horizon and the sky turns dark. The hours of the night has never made the idol feel as excited as it has the past thirty one days. She hates the after-dark punishments and she loves them at the same time, because she suffers through it painfully so. But the aftercare you provide is nothing short of heaven, your hands stroking her hair as your lips rest on the shell of her ear, whispering praises phrased in a way that it makes her feel like she's the most important person in the world. Hyejin doesn't believe you when you tell her, but in your eyes she really is.

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Day 32:

You open the front door as silently as you can while praying to all your lucky stars that your Alpha stays asleep. You went all out with the punishment last night, as you needed Hyejin to stay asleep for quite some time for your plan regarding the end of her punishment time to come to fruition. You make your way to the kitchen to place the grocery bags down on the counter, boiling a oot of water as you take the items out of the said bags. Once every ingredient is laid out on the table, you waste no time in going to work. Cutting your potatoes into quarters before dropping them into the boiling pot of water, you then turn to making the sauce that's going to go with them.

With five minutes left on the potatoes, you move on to seasoning the steaks and once your pan is hot enough, you sear the fatty side of the meat placing butter on a pan you've heated. Placing butter in the pan alongside thyme, rosemary, and a few pieces of garlic. You baste the steak in the juices for a few seconds before taking it off the heat. Rinse and repeat, by the two pieces of meat are on a cutting board waiting to be sliced, the potatoes are ready. You take them out of the water and fry them in the left over steak butter.

Once the food is all plated up on a serving dish, you place the dome cover on. A timer for how long till the food goes cold starting in your head. You smile to yourself with pride before rushing over to your shared bedroom with Hyejin. You slowly slip back under the covers, wrapping an arm around her wrist before peppering her face with kisses.

"Wake up my little Alpha." She stirs, a frown forming on her face as she turns to you and slings an arm under and over your shoulder before burying her face into your neck. You let out a chuckle as she draws lung full breaths of your scent. 15 minutes. Deciding have a bit of time, you humor your mate and release pheromones into the air. The idol shifts, hold tightening as she pulls you closer to her, your bodies intertwine and she tilts her head upward, nose touching your scent gland as she turns into putty in your arms.

You run your hand up and down her back, the other playing with the hairs on her nape. Hyejin let's out a groan as she stretches her legs before hooking them with yours. "You seem reluctant to get out of bed." That gets you the attention you want. She pulls her head back to look at you incredulousy. "You seem confused about it. Do I have to remind you just exactly what it was you put me through?" You laugh, propping yourself up on one arm. "Careful now, that tone's what got you into that predicament in the first place." Teasjngly, you train your index finger from the tip of her nose down to her lip, you zone out as you absent-mindedly trace her lips. You're brought back down to Earth when Hyejin teasingly takes your finger between her teeth, waggling her eyebrows at you.

You take your finger out of her mouth. You grab a hold of her arm and swing your legs off your side of the bed. "As enticing as your offer is. We have to get up." A 'Why?' leaves the Alpha's lips in an dramatic groan, you roll your eyes fondly at her antics. Playing the suave card, you bend down to bring her hand to your lips, you place a kiss on each of her knuckles, keeping eye contact with her. "Trust me, I promise I'll make it worth your while." The idol smiles at you and gets up not a momeng later. You beam at her and you run to the door, holding it open for her before performing an exaggerated welcome bow. She laughs at your actions before taking your hand in hers.

You lead her to the kitchen before letting go of her hand. She turns the lights on as you pull a chair out for her, she walks over to you before sitting down at the chair you offer, her eyes trained on the covered plate the whole time. You shake your head in amusement before lifting the covers on both of your plates. Her mouth falls open at the food presented before her eyes and she looks at you before turning her gaze back to the food. She points an accusatory finger at you. "So that's why you smelled so enticing!" Your mouth drops open in offense, she laughs at your expression before waving her statement off as a joke.

"What brought this on?" You smile before taking her hands in yours, bringing both to your lips and placing a kiss to both hands simultaneously, her gaze softens at the way you keep her hands in yours. "You were so good for me the past month, so patient and so obedient. So I intend to repay you in acts of service for the honor you bring me by trusting me to be your dom." Hyejin puffs her chest out in pride and you shake your head. This alpha will be the death of you.

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A/N: My inbox was filled with smut back to back, to the person who requested this? Thank you so much for being patient, writing smut is difficult- Oh my god.

[purecantarella]

Precious Alpha

request : Can you do Alpha!hwasa being nervous/flustered around the female O!reader she had feelings for ☺️ it's been a while since i did a mamamoo one, huh? or even like an a/b/o one for that matter. but this was sent in a LONG time ago but i did have a concept for this. i hope you like it anon! a!hwasa x o!trainee!reader disclaimer/s : none, this is all just fluff 💓

Being an alpha already put a lot of pressure on Hwasa to act tough and follow the stigma that she had on her position in the hierarchy. Then when she became an idol with a very particular brand of being the big bad-ass of the group, the expectation of her personality only grew.

Fans and omegas alike fawned over the alpha with a purpose. There was an appeal to her cool demeanour that caught the attention of your fellow omegas.

It was a different story when it came to you though.

She and the rest of her members were roaming around the building, doing a mini-tour while promoting their latest comeback. In the midst of the hijinks, they didn't notice you and your other fellow trainees coming up on from the hallway on their left.

While Hwasa began laughing uncontrollably at something Wheein had said, you bumped into her side, focused on your own conversations. When she felt the light impact on her side, instinctively wrapped her arm around you, making sure you were alright.

Her eyes went wide when she caught you grinning up at her. A red flush spread across her cheeks to which you giggled softly. "I guess I can always count on you to catch me when I fall, Hyejin." You said, your free hand boldly trailing from her firm bicep to the side of her neck.

Hwasa's body stiffened at the sound of her name rolling from your lips and the warmth of your hand. She'd attempted to stammer out a coherent sentence which only came out as, "U-Uhh...h-hey Y/n." You giggled softly as your hand rubbed the skin of her neck making her hair stand on end.

Usually, you wouldn't even attempt to tease an alpha as you did Hwasa, but she wasn't just any alpha off the street. The singer had been courting you for a while now and the kind look in your eyes and the sound of your voice never stopped making her look like a lovelorn fool.

The both of you stayed in that position for a while, just staring into each other's eyes. "How're promotions...?" You asked, allowing yourself to step a little closer to the slightly taller woman, your eyes never leaving hers. A familiar smile grew on her face, the redness of her cheeks only growing more intense in hue. "They've been good, really good." She said, pulling you closer and swimming in the sweet and earthy tones of your scent.

Her ears perked up when she heard a stifled set of laughter. Moonbyul and Wheein were holding back their laughter as they held the camera up to show a shy and flushed Hwasa to which she leaned down to nuzzle herself into the crook of your neck. A laugh ripped out of you as you pulled her closer, butterflies fluttering madly in your stomach.

"The Moomoos are calling you soft, Hyejin." Wheein said, swiping the screen up to read more comments. The singer glared at her friend from her position against you but softened when you pulled away, giving her a soft and bright smile. "I rather like this alpha the way she is."

Once again, Hwasa's eyes widened at your statement. A dopey smile grew over her face as you took her hand and looked at the way your fingers laced between hers. A soft expression over your face as you looked back up at her. "I'm gonna get going. Wouldn't want to keep you four." You said before pulling your hand away rather slowly, wanting the contact to linger.

As Hwasa was about to say her good byes, you placed a quick kiss over her defined cheek. Leaving the alpha absolutely silenced, making you smile warmly at her expression. "My precious alpha." You whispered just for her to hear, making her refocus her gaze on you.

You nodded slowly before you waved to the other three women before running to catch up with your friends.

"There you have it, Moomoos..." Moonbyul paused to show a shocked and flustered Hwasa, "That's what it looks like when Hwasa's future omega comes around. It's real bad." She teased, waiting for the youngest's reaction but all she did was grin widely and lift her hand to her cheek, her gaze following where you ran off to.

Before the girls could say anything more, Hwasa ran off to follow you.

i hope yall liked that! more fics coming soon! send in your requests and i will see you all vv soon 😁💓 - r

[seollenda]

Hello! I was wondering if you could take a HC/ABOverse request with Mamamoo!Alpha x Reader!Omega where member and reader have been dating for a few months and reader asks her alpha if she would like to spend her heat with her for the first time since dating? Just wonder how each member would reply to that and how they’d fair around reader during a heat. Could be NSFW. 😉

oooohoo thank u for the prompt anon xxx nsfw under the cut

solar/yongsun:

yong would be surprised even though it was pretty obvious you two were crazy about each other/it was going to be a deep domestic relationship from the beginning

super excited but also very serious about getting it right

is just as stressed/attentive about the non-sexy parts of managing your heat as the mating part

speaking of, she’d be kinda shocked at how hard it hits her when the time comes, she’s never felt so intensely attracted to anyone before

she’s always been a bit of a domme but she finds herself really enjoying herself with you

she grows to really enjoy spending your heat together, is just the best companion in every sense of the word

moonbyul/byulyi:

was just waiting for the day you’d ask

starts crying when you ask her (much to your bewilderment)

gets genuinely anxious about taking care of you until you have to be the one to reassure her that it’ll be ok

nervous wreck until you ask for her that first night and then suddenly everything falls in place for her and it all makes sense

mating is tender and careful and to your needs, aftercare is just as loving

she’s always wanted kids but she really gets starry eyed during pillow talk now

wheein:

is so excited, for every step of it all

showering you with gifts and food and whatever else she thinks you’d need, helps you nest

~high tension~ as in keeps the party going and also…

sex is great with her already so heat sex is kinda wild

let’s herself get greedy, especially at your request for more alpha out of her

wheepup is just the cutest and sweetest even when she lets herself go

hwasa/hyejin:

is shy when you express you want her to spend it with you, but of course says yes

realises she’s not really sure what it means but in typical hyejinie fashion she just jumps into it

is just the sweetest softest girl about it and about keeping you taken care of and fed

her domesticity really comes out, honestly your heat pheromones brings out the caregiver in her just as much as the mating instinct

not to say mating with her isn’t great….because it is

she’s always known what you like in bed and is excited to find you’re even more responsive now, encourages her to get even more into it and enjoy herself even more

[fizzydrink698]

instinct 04 | chan

series masterlist

pairing: bang chan/reader

word count: 5.3k

genre: romance, a/b/o, slow-burn, college au, and they were roommates

warnings: swearing, mentions of past toxic relationship and resulting insecurities, intense flirting, 2min being 2min, several cameos

summary:

“So, we’re talking about an omega.”

You blanch. “No.”

“Hypothetically,” Seungmin adds, tilting his head. “Some kind of hypothetical omega friend of yours.”

Minho glances over at him, eyebrows raised. “So many options, really. It’s difficult to narrow down.”

“Who could it possibly be?”

Tuesday – 3 Days Until Rut

An Alpha’s Guide to Pre-Rutting Like A Pro

The Peak Day

Usually in the middle of the pre-rut, and is THE best day of the whole cycle. You’re feeling super hot, super confident and kinda horny. The perfect day to hit the gym – your strength and stamina is gonna be insane today, and it’s a great opportunity to pick up any cute omegas hanging around. Just watch out for your mood, your hormones are still trying to stabilise and this means a shortened temper.

Advice: chill out, have fun and enjoy the day. It only comes around twice a year!

You wake up the next morning, feeling…fucking amazing.

Months and months of stress, of fatigue, had just melted away overnight. You get out of bed feeling more refreshed than you have in a very long time.

That good feeling only gets stronger as you get ready, breaking into some of the more expensive products because why not? When picking out what to wear, your eyes are immediately drawn to the brighter colours and the more daring items. Low necklines, skin-tight pants.

It’s difficult to toe the line between everyday wear and nightclub chic but you manage to make it work. It’s amazing how much you can get away with if you just throw a blazer on over it.

So, you suppose it makes sense when you start to get looks as you go about your day. Nothing too extreme, at least at first. You make it through your morning classes with minimal issues. Some glances here and there, an eyebrow raise, some flirty smirks.

That all changes when you meet Seungmin for coffee at your usual campus hang-out spot. The girl at the register gives you a particularly memorable set of bedroom eyes as she takes your coffee order. She tilts her head, hair shifting over her shoulder to reveal the Hyejin printed on her nametag, and the movement has you blushing and stumbling over your own words so much that you accidentally answer ‘take-away’ instead of ‘sitting in’.

And as you stand waiting for your coffee, you start to notice the attention more and more. The people waiting around you, the customers in line to order, even the people sat at tables on the other side of the room – it’s like you can feel them all looking. And you’re not sure if it’s still flattering or if it’s starting to get a little creepy.

You’re quiet when your name is finally called, eyes fixed to the floor. You grab your coffee cup, give one little nod to the flushed omega barista when you accidentally make eye contact with him, and make a beeline for your table, ignoring Seungmin’s bewildered look as you collapse into the seat.

“Well, hello to you too,” he greets, raising an eyebrow.

There are two cups of coffee in front of him, and you feel guilty for the briefest second – but Seungmin doesn’t even attempt to offer you one, leaving you to assume the second cup is for someone else.

You take a sip of your coffee, and wince a little. It’s a little too bitter for your taste. Usually, you’d just wander up to the counter and grab some sugar packets, but…not today. Definitely not today.

Today, you would just have to suck it up.

As you put the cup back down, you catch the smudge of black ink on its side. Rotating the cup, you blink at the phone-number written there, a little ‘Ω’ symbol and the name Donghyuck written below.

…Oh.

Seungmin also spots it, and raises an eyebrow. “Oh, what’s that? Is that from the hot cashier girl? She was giving you a look and a half.”

“Uh,” you glance up. “Actually…no.”

“Oh, wow,” he laughs, noticing the name. “Look at you.”

“Yeah, I’m a real…” you trail off, looking down at your cup as you swirl around the coffee inside. “Charmer.”

Seungmin looks up at the baristas working behind the counter. “Which one is he?”

“No idea. I assume the dude that gave me the cup?”

“You don’t know?”

“I didn’t think to randomly check their nametags!”

Seungmin suddenly grins, and it’s a terrifying sight. “I’m gonna go up.”

You freeze, fixing Seungmin with a glare. “Don’t you dare.”

He was already making to get up from his seat. “You sure you don’t want a pastry, a sandwich? Another coffee? I’ll pay.”

“No. Now, sit the fuck back down.”

He relents, lowering himself back down into his seat. “You monster. You’re breaking some poor guy’s heart over there.”

You snort. “Please, I didn’t even speak to the dude. He just gave me a sniff and figured I was hot.”

Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “…OK. That was a little edged. You OK there?”

“I’m fine.”

His expression doesn’t change.

You only realise then that your fingers are tapping erratically against the tabletop, and you have to force yourself to stop. “Sorry.”

“How many days have you got left?”

You take a second to do the math in your head. “It starts on Friday, so…three days? Shit, three days.”

Saying it out loud makes it feel so much more daunting. Three days. Three days until you’re just…stuck in bed, trying to ride out a fucking rut completely on your own.

“Fair enough, makes sense that you’re a little cranky,” Seungmin comments, tilting his head. “You sure you don’t want something to eat?”

You scowl at him.

He holds up his hands. “Serious question this time, I promise. I’m always starving at this point in my pre-rut.”

You shrug. “The whole metabolism thing is pretty hit or miss with me, sometimes I’m fine, sometimes I suddenly eat, like, my weight in rice.”

“Hey,” a familiar voice interrupts. You turn to see Lee Minho standing beside your table, arms folded over his chest, dance-bag slung over his shoulder. “Thanks for waiting, assholes.”

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[kim-taehung]

what baby wants, baby gets

alpha jaebeom x alpha hyejin x omega reader

fluff, smut, a/b/o dynamics, established relationship, 5.9k words

"hyejin's always been the tease, the one that makes you wait before she gives you what you need, but jaebeom can't stand holding out on you. especially not now, when you look so cute and desperate, distressed and trying in vain to get off on his fellow alpha's thigh. what baby wants, baby gets." OR your heat hits and your alphas take care of you.

warnings: explicit sexual content, soft dom!jaebeom, harder dom!hyejin, dirty talk, threesome, thigh riding, cumplay (like a lot), nipple play, vibrator, pet names (it's quite sweet in parts actually), tied up/restricted movement, orgasm denial/delay, edging, begging, praise kink, i'll just come right out and say it this is porn w/ little to no plot

a/n: today at the altar of gratuitous and self indulgent concepts i offer thee two alphas fucking their omega reader through heat, and also one of them is a service top and the other one is a bit of a sadist. they take turns. this is only half-proofread.

masterlist

    it didn't hit you at first. not when you nearly growled at jaebeom for opening the curtains in the morning, not when you snapped at hyejin for playfully taking a bite of your pancakes during breakfast. you had apologised immediately, and it was chalked up to simply waking up on the wrong side of the bed; but as the saturday had progressed, you got increasingly volatile. really, in hindsight, it's a miracle nobody pieced it together with all the glaringly obvious signs.

    you don't realise until you're keening over with a whine, body wrenching itself away from the comfort of jaebeom's arms. the sudden, excruciating cramp in your abdomen makes you press your knees to your chest in your seated position on the couch in between your alphas, as you let out another pained moan.

    the television continues to play in the background - something lighthearted and cute, easy to follow as the three of you cuddle and swim in each other's scent at the end of the day before going to bed; but nobody's paying attention to it anymore. immediately, you feel worried palms placed on your back, a warm hand stroking your hair as hyejin wrily remarks, "well that explains a lot."

    they let you ride out the pain, the first sign that you're going into preheat. jaebeom's large hand settles on the nape of your neck as he soothingly runs the pad of his thumb over the mating mark placed there. you feel softer fingers curling around your clenched fists, unlocking each knuckle and keeping their grip on you firm for something to ground yourself with.

    the agony slowly ebbs, leaving behind a freezing chill that lingers just below your skin, prickling at you. before you can even say a word, jaebeom's pulling you into his chest, wordless as you slump against it. you press as close to him as you can, letting his alpha scent wash over you. second sign of going into preheat: desperate for skinship with mates.

    your head is hidden in the crook between his neck and shoulder, your whole body trying to fit itself into the crevice of his arms that circle your frame. you feel a soft kiss against the side of your head, jaebeom huffing an amused laugh against the same spot as your scent becomes just that little bit sweeter from the attention. behind you, hyejin settles a heavy palm against your back, stroking gently and mumbling words of soothing comfort.

    "how far along do you think you might be, darling?" jaebeom asks, his purposely voice low and calming.

    " 'm not sure," you mumble, unwilling to lift your face from its hidden position. the chill is beginning to slowly disappear, and you press closer. but something's missing.

    absently, with a grunt of displeasure, you dislodge an arm and wave it behind you, catching hyejin right in the chest. she lets out a snort, but obeys your wordless request, shuffling close until she's plastered against your back, sandwiching you between your alphas. you sigh in comfort, shoulders drooping as you let the marshmallow-like feeling of being cuddled from both sides warm you up.

    they love when you get like this, needy and clingy, so different from your usual strong and confident nature. it makes the alpha in them roar in pride at being able to provide the solace you crave.

    your heat schedule is down to a t. preheat can last anywhere between ten minutes and a couple of hours; filled with kissing and cuddling as you let yourself be smothered in affection, pleasantly dopey and floating. the heat itself isn't more than three days. it's a whole routine where they take turns to fuck you, making sure that you're taken care of and satiated, taking breaks for naps and nutrition in between waves of your desperate arousal.

    "you're pretty close, aren't you?" hyejin asks as you whine when she doesn't immediately respond to your demand for a kiss; your lips half-puckered, half-pouting in her direction, neck twisted and angled up. when she finally does press her lips to yours, her hands wrap in your hair, firmly holding your head in place as she slips her tongue into your mouth when you gasp at the dominance. you let her do what she wants with you, your fingers twisting and turning as they crumple the soft, cotton fabric of jaebeom's t-shirt. she tugs at your bottom lip with her front teeth before releasing it, leaving you hazy. at this rate, she can probably trigger your heat even before it's due.

    when jaebeom begins to speak, there's a teasing lilt in his voice. "where's my kiss?"

    wordlessly, hyejin leans over to appease the other alpha, and your mouth goes dry as you watch their lips meet right in front of your face, directly at your eye level. your vision is glazed over as they pull away, and there's a satisfied glint in hyejin's eyes as she catches you nearly drooling.

    jaebeom settles back against the couch, cradling you once more to his chest as the three of you settle back into the previous, mostly innocent cuddling position. your scent is gradually turning sweeter, an indicator of your approaching heat, and the recent display has only served to speed up the process. they easily pick up on it, and when jaebeom lets out a soft chuckle, soothingly rubbing up and down your back as he asks, "so soon, baby? just from a kiss?", you have no response.

    but despite it all, it doesn't hit then, as you grumble at his comment ("it was a hot kiss."), snuggling closer and making yourself as small as possible. it doesn't even hit an hour later when you're eating dinner, seated on hyejin's lap with her breasts pressing against your back as she presses gentle, open-mouthed kisses against the mating mark on your neck, her arms wound around your waist and holding you tight. ("we're going to take such good care of you when it hits, sweetheart. such a good girl for your alphas, aren't you?")

    "wake us up when it happens," jaebeom whispers as the three of you go to bed. you can already feel the fire beginning at the pit of your stomach, tiny flames that'll grow into a full blaze that can only be put out by them. you simply nod in response, settling in your position in the middle, mostly content for now.

    the first thing you notice when you wake up is the darkness. once your eyes adjust to that, you register the weight of hyejin's arm thrown over your body, possessive and protective even in sleep as she instinctively tucks you into her chest. with jaebeom pressed up behind you, you're completely surrounded by the scent and heat of your mates. these two realisations happen in rapid succession, and they make way for the final, uncomfortably present discovery.

    you feel like you're being burnt alive from the inside, an inferno blazing in and on your body, most intense in your core that's so wet that you don't even have to move to notice it.

    making to shift so you can wake up your alphas, you're stopped in your tracks by hyejin's thigh that's tucked in between both of yours. a desperate whimper bubbles up in your throat as you realise just how sensitive you are, head spinning from the single brush of the fabric of her pyjamas against your clothed entrance.

    forgetting your primary goal, you try to subtly grind down harder on her thigh, scrambling to find purchase on the blanket you've got balled up in your hands. the muscle nearly brushes against your clit this time, and you softly gasp into the silent darkness of the room. you begin to swivel your hips, repeatedly making her leg press against your shorts, which in turn presses against your slick underwear, which in turn gives your clit some much needed friction. combined with the heaviness of jaebeom's breath that's hitting the back of your neck with every soft exhale, you're hyper sensitive.

    but the more you grind down, the more frustrated you begin to get, tiny mewls leaving your lips from your desperate effort to get off with such restricted movement. unconsciously, you let out a frustrated whine, tears welling up in your eyes with the intensity of your need for stimulation, unforgiving fire only growing hotter the longer you go without something between your legs.

    jaebeom's deep breath becomes subtly uneven against your skin at the same time that you feel hyejin's fingers twitch at your waist. your scent is suffocatingly sweet now, mixed with the smell of the wetness between your legs and mingling unpleasantly with the sourness of your vexation.

    "if you wanted to hump my thigh, all you had to do was ask." hyejin's husky voice only makes you more desperate to cum, now grinding down furiously, looking for any small semblance of physical contact, single tear slipping out of your eye as you try and fail to get the satisfaction you crave.

    she's always been the tease, the one that makes you wait before she gives you what you need, but jaebeom can't stand holding out on you. especially not now, when you look so cute and desperate, distressed and trying in vain to get off. what baby wants, baby gets.

    he pulls you to his chest, abruptly stopping your movement, making you yelp in alarm at the loss of the dissatisfactory stimulation. hyejin coos at the tremble of your lower lip, rubbing the pad of her thumb across it before bending to press her lips against yours.

    desperately, you open your mouth, letting her take everything she wants to, eager as your teeth clash messily, tongues intertwined. her grip tightens harshly around your waist, making you gasp into the kiss. behind you, jaebeom tucks his hands into the waistband of your underwear, pushing it off with your shorts unceremoniously as you shift off the bed to aid him.

    when hyejin slams her thigh up, forcing your legs open, the muscle rubs directly against your clit. you break away from her lips with a cry, head thrown back to rest on jaebeom's shoulder. as hyejin continues to flex against your wet cunt, your other alpha creeps one hand up your shirt to squeeze a pebbled nipple, the other to gently wipe off your tears. "shh, darling. we've got you, it's okay."

    in direct contrast, hyejin remarks, casual as can be, "you're dripping all over my leg, baby. you're so wet that my pants are soaked through."

    your responsive whimper turns into a betrayed whine as she completely removes her thigh from you. not letting you dwell on the loss for too long, jaebeom's arm goes down, easily slipping two long fingers into you and rubbing at your clit. you come almost instantly, shaking in release, finally, your hands finding purchase on hyejin's biceps as you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

    they let you work through it, and when you come down, the fire only slightly abated, you begin to subtly move front and back, trying to get jaebeom to move his fingers lower to the entrance of your gushing pussy, attempting to work yourself to another orgasm.

    before you can get any real work done, though, he pulls them out and spreads them open in front of your eyes so you can see the white film of your juices dripping off of his fingers. hyejin ducks her head, cheeks hollowing as she takes the cum-stained appendages in her mouth, her eyelids fluttering shut as she savours your taste.

    you're somehow more breathless than you were with his fingers inside you.

    when her eyes reopen, after she's released the container of her meal with a pop, they're dark and filled with something primal.

    "please," you whimper, feeling like you might pass out if you aren't touched right now. jaebeom's hand, now wet with spit, goes back to massaging your breast, his sharp teeth nibbling at the shell of your ear.

    "ordinarily," hyejin starts, her voice nearly a growl as she tugs at the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it off and greedily drinking in the sight of your glistening nipple being roughly pinched and tugged, "i'd love to have you beg some more. but you're desperate, aren't you?"

    you manage a pleading nod, breath coming in harsh pants as jaebeom's mouth ministrations migrate to the side of your neck. "please," you weakly repeat. "alpha."

    in the end, that's all it takes. you only vaguely notice jaebeom's cock twitching against your ass as you say the word, hyejin's movements mesmerising as she shucks the blanket down from your super heated bodies, crawling toward the foot of the bed until she's directly in front of your leaking slit. she shoves you, making jaebeom slide behind so you can lay on your back, half on the bed and half leaning against his broad chest. he's taken off his t-shirt, and you relish in the skin-to-skin contact that you crave when you're in heat.

    he holds you close, one hand clamped over both your wrists in a firm grip against your chest, restricting your movement, and the other stroking your hair, whispering reassurance and love as hyejin plunges her tongue into you, her arms holding your shaking thighs down and apart.

    she alternates between kitten licks and broad strokes, a finger pressing against your swollen bud, moaning at your taste and scent. you can feel jaebeom's clothed dick brushing against the side of your ass, hard and waiting to be pulled out of his shorts, but you're in no position to do anything about it. distantly, you marvel at his self-restraint, the knowledge that he's so committed to his omega's pleasure only serving to only make you more aroused. his kisses against the side of your neck do begin to become filthier and filthier, though, open mouthed and wet, as he hums at all your desperate cries the closer you get.

    your hips cant off the bed when you come with a wail, pressing into both their firm grips, trembling intensified as hyejin doesn't immediately pull away from your pussy, only stopping at the edge of overstimulation.

    panting, you slowly descend, blearily opening your eyes that had been squeezed shut. the sight you're met with makes you whimper, suddenly feeling crushingly empty, despite your just elapsed orgasm. hyejin looks up at you with hooded eyes from her crouched position between your legs, your release messily running down her mouth and chin, her nails faintly digging into the plushness of your inner thighs that she continues to firmly hold open, not letting you close your legs.

    from the hitch in jaebeom's breath next to your ear and the subtle tightening of his fingers around your wrists, you know he's just as affected as you are.

    "did i not eat you out well enough, baby?" she asks, wicked grin on her face as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and spreads all the wetness she collects on your abdomen, leaving you clenching around nothing. you softly moan as she drags the tip of her index finger down your puffy lower lips, not dipping in, before she continues, "one would think you haven't just drenched me from how responsive you still are."

    the moment feels infinite, suspended in air as you and jaebeom both watch her crawl up your frame until her face is hovering directly above yours, her weight settling heavy atop your body. from the corner of your eye, you notice her hand creeping to the side and cupping jaebeom through the fabric, making him let out a hiss behind you. but you have no time to savour the sight properly, your attention being demanded by a firm grip on your jaw that forces you to look her in the eye.

    she's got an uncharacteristic tenderness in her gaze that contrasts her heavy control of the position of your face. dipping down, she gives you one kiss, and another, and another, all little pecks on your lips that give you just a hint of your own cum, not letting you press up into them like you so dearly want to, making you whine as the fire still lingers, needing something more, anything more in your cunt.

    when she finally lets you go, you catch sight of her hand wrapped around jaebeom's naked cock, pumping up and down, thumb brushing against the tip. your mouth waters as you look at his knot, whimpering in need, fire growing at the lewd image.

    "please fuck me," you whisper, not taking your eyes off of the display.

    hyejin grins, gives you one last kiss before crawling off, making both of you grunt at the sudden loss of her warmth. "if you ask so nicely, how can we say no, darling?"

    and like a switch has been flicked, jaebeom growls, manhandling you easily as he moves you off his body, switching positions as he replaces hyejin on top of you, who in turn takes over your wrists, holding them tight against the bed above your head, knowing that you need the restriction and authority to fulfil your omega desires. she kneels down on the bed next to you, bowing her head low and licking around your pert nipple, teeth grazing against your areola.

    and just when she bites down, jaebeom slams into you with a moan, making you arch your back and cry out at the pleasure. finally, you think. this is what the fire has been waiting for.

    you're surrounded by the heavy scent of your mates, alpha pheromones strong in the air. jaebeom's arms flex on either side of your head, where they're pressed into the mattress, holding himself up as he thrusts into you, grunting at how wet and warm you are. you're so overwhelmed, all your senses filled by alpha and the sensation of jaebeom's rapidly growing knot inside you as he tells you how well you're taking him, pleased at your satiated whimpers and pants, that you don't even realise that hyejin isn't nipping at your breast anymore.

    your eyes snap open when she begins to talk, her grip on your wrists flexing but not becoming lax as you feel her move around next to you. both jaebeom and you turn your heads toward her, his hips stuttering at the sight and her words.

    "look how wet you made me, love. do you see what you do to your alphas? bet you just love being in heat, getting fucked by us constantly," she says, eyes filled with lust. you watch as she fully shuffles off her underwear, settling back on her kneeling position but with her legs spread, giving you both an uninterrupted view of her pussy nearly leaking onto the mattress. all three of you moan when she easily slips three fingers in; her from the intrusion, you from the suddenly vice-like hold on your wrists, and jaebeom from the way you unconsciously clench hard around his dick.

    in a matter of minutes, with the visuals and how close everybody is, you come, chanting expletives when you careen off the edge, nearly blacking out at the intensity. and still, panting as your sore pussy is battered by the dick that's pistoning into it, the fire doesn't abate.

    "you're gonna take my knot, darling? let me fill you up like a good little omega?" he grunts, eyes blazing as he watches the way you nod desperately and whimper at both the overstimulation and the need burning in you, "please."

    next to you, hyejin's already come twice, and she now watches as you literally lie in wait, grip on your wrists strong, gaze attached to the place where jaebeom is moving in and out of you.

    you feel him swell, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his knot locks in place, sighing in relief as everything stills and the fire abates, leaving you satiated.

    you're in a content, fucked out haze, barely registering it when hyejin lets go of your wrists, rubbing them tenderly as she coos at how good you were for them. you hum at the praise, dopey smile crossing your mouth as jaebeom drops a chaste kiss, full of love, against the corner of your lips.

    "i'm going to move us to a more comfortable position, okay?" he warns, smiling at your sleepy nod. when he turns to lie on his side, pulling you along with him, his knot jostles inside you, making you yelp in pain at the friction. immediately, he fusses, repeatedly whispering apologies as he gently pulls you closer, letting you tuck your face into his chest and mumble unintelligibly as you get even more drowsy, tired from the first wave.

    the last thing you feel before you slip into oblivion is hyejin plastering herself against your back, and a blanket being pulled over the three of you.

    sometime in the middle of your nap, after jaebeom's knot had gone down and he had slipped out of you, they managed to clean you up and dress you in their clothes, and that's the scent you wake up to, groggy and squinting into the sunlight streaming in through a crack in the curtains. you've been moved so you're practically lying on top of hyejin, securely tucked against her frame with your head burrowed tight into her neck unconsciously in your sleep. her fingers stroking your hair don't slow down when you wake up, and when you look up at her blearily, you find that she's already looking at you.

    "feeling better?" she softly asks, closing the book that she was supporting with her other hand, opting to wrap her arm around you instead.

    you nod, affectionately nuzzling into her neck, pleased as she exposes it, letting you scent her. the fire simmers, low in your belly, waiting to start growing and to give rise to your second wave; but for now, you just want to cuddle.

    when you're done, now a little more awake, you look around the room, searching for your other victim.

    answering your unasked question, hyejin says, "he's getting food. we've gotta keep your energy up before the next wave hits, yeah?" her words prompt the sudden realisation of just how hungry you are, and as if on cue, your stomach emits a low growl.

    her chuckle rumbles through you, warming you right up, so you aren't even offended. until she begins to move.

    you yelp at the suddenness as she pushes herself up to a sitting position, making your legs flail for a second before instinctively wrapping around her waist as she settles with her back against the headboard.

    "rude," you mumble, once again hiding your face in her neck despite your wounded tone.

    "brat," she affectionately replies. "get out of there, you need to drink water." her kiss against the side of your head softens the brisqueness of her words, and with minimal disgruntledness, you listen to her, taking the bottle of water she hands you.

    she watches fondly as you easily gulp down the entire litre, your cheeks bloating as you pull a silly face at her before swallowing the last mouthful. behind you, there's the sound of padding feet and the smell of jaebeom's cooking, spicy and hot, making your mouth water.

    eagerly, you unwind your limbs from around hyejin's body, turning around so you're sat cross legged on the bed, her legs framing you and arms winding around your waist. if you get clingy during your heats, your alphas get equally as demanding, feeling the pull of the mating mark and the enhanced sweetness of your scent. and you definitely aren't complaining.

    secure in her arms, under jaebeom's watchful gaze as he taps his fingers comfortingly on your bent knees, you eat your food, easily finishing off the bowl after the exertion from last night. with every mouthful, the fire reignites just that little bit more.

    under hyejin's careful ministrations, with her nosing against the nape of your neck, and jaebeom tracing his fingers higher and higher on your thighs, they slowly ease you into your next wave. your hands are shaky as you let him take the empty bowl from you, already beginning to drop.

    but if you thought you were going to have it as easy now as you did the previous night, you're in for a rude awakening. even as she tugs you closer, making you tilt your head to the side with a tight grip on your hair, as you easily let her guide you, hyejin whispers, "we're gonna edge you so you need to come only once this time, okay?"

    your eyes snap open, retort hot on your lips, but it quickly stops at the tip of your tongue as she soothingly continues, now laving at a mark on your neck that makes your eyelids flutter shut once again with a sigh. "you lost too many fluids, sweetheart. we don't want you to pass out."

    the wisdom in her words is unmissable, and you give a short grunt in agreement, easily complying with the decision that they must have arrived at when you were asleep. with how far down you're going, how willing you are to obey right now, you would have probably given in to anything.

    your shorts are slipped off easily, as you're distracted by hyejin's tongue wetting the side of your jaw and her firm hold angling your head to the side, exposing your neck. eagerly, you spread your legs open, whimpering in anticipation as the cold air hits your dripping core. for a long moment, jaebeom doesn't do anything, and you struggle against her grip so you can look down.

    he waits until you've made eye contact, large palms strong on your thighs, before his lips spread into a wicked grin at the thought of edging you until you're begging. you whine in consternation, pout readily forming on your lips, but all coherent thought is halted when he shifts his hands so one arm is thrown across your abdomen, holding you down, and the other angles towards your pussy.

    the first touch of jaebeom's fingers against your slick core is freezing. and he doesn't go easy on you, either. the dynamics between your alphas are switched; hyejin's got your arms pinned against your sides, soothing kisses and mumbles pressed into your neck, while jaebeom takes his time bringing you to the edge.

    teasingly, he runs the tips of his fingers down your dripping folds, watching as your pussy lips quiver in anticipation. you nearly groan, frustrated at the non-attention, when with no preamble, he easily slips a finger into your core, aided by how wet you are.

    the annoyance shifts to a sigh as he slips in another finger and slowly begins to move in and out. your head falls back onto hyejin's shoulder, her scent enveloping you as her arms stay firm around your body, her lips unrelenting against your neck as she moans at how sweet you smell.

    jaebeom is quick to bring you to the peak, process only speeded when his thumb begins to repeatedly brush against your clit. you're so close and he shows no sign of stopping, and you wonder if you can sneak an orgasm past them. but they know your tells too well. as your toes begin to curl and your moans get breathier, jaebeom only slightly slows down while simultaneously ordering, tone low, unmistakable authority in his voice, "not yet."

    his tone leaves no room for argument or brattiness, and you try to hold on for as long as you can, grunting with the effort of not being allowed to orgasm. you nearly sigh in relief when he pulls his dripping fingers out, pussy clenching around nothing. slumping against hyejin, your eyelids flutter shut as your laboured breath begins to slow down.

    "just two more times, then you can come, sweetheart.”

    “can’t- fuck- can’t wait,” you reply between short pants, sarcasm evident in your voice even in your highly sensitive state. hyejin’s amused huff ruffles your hair, and suddenly, you feel the urge to please and to make your alphas proud.

    “wanna eat you out,” you mumble, slowly struggling against her hold before giving it up as a job too tiring. but your point gets across nonetheless, and both your mates coo simultaneously in affection. 

    as jaebeom crawls over to the nightstand, hyejin inches her way out from under you, letting you lie down directly on the bed, leaving you whining at the sudden loss of the dual contact.

    it’s short-lived, as she bends down to gently kiss you, making you hum into her mouth. her arms cage you momentarily, and as her kiss gets messier, tongue slipping in and tracing the bottom row of your teeth, your hands come up to claw at her biceps. she lets up, pulling away just a bit, ensuring you hold eye contact.

you can feel jaebeom's weight settling back down near your legs, but your vision (and rationality) is obscured by hyejin, and how close and present she is.

"do you want me to sit on your face? think you can make me feel good?"

the question she poses, combined with how her scent is enveloping you, and the touch of jaebeom's rough palm against your knee as he prepares to begin the climb back up to your core, only allows you to just barely manage a nod, whimpering at all the sensations. you wonder how you'll keep yourself from coming this time, when you already feel like a single touch could send you spiralling.

in a single, fluid motion, she tugs her pants off and swings a leg over your shoulder, shuffling upwards until she's hovering directly over your face. her scent is overpowering, one of your favourite's, and your mouth waters at the thought of eating her out. and just when you wrap your palms around her thighs, tugging her down so you can bury your face in between her legs, the unmistakable buzzing of a vibrator fills the air.

it's all too much at once; your tongue lapping at hyejin's wetness, darting in and out of her pussy feverishly as your nose repeatedly bumps her clit, her fingers wrapped in your hair and tugging at the strands lightly as she sighs, making you gush even more at the thought of giving her pleasure, jaebeom's strong arm thrown over your abdomen, holding your body down, and the tiny, vibrating wand he begins to move in and out of your entrance.

he's always enjoyed edging you, his inner sadist making a rare appearance during these occasions. it gets him off, knowing that he controls your orgasms, and you're usually definitely on board with the concept; but right now, when you're this desperate and in heat, no less, it's downright cruel.

"you're doing so well, darling. eating out your alpha so well. just focus on her, okay? pretend i'm not even here."

all you can do is whine in consternation at jaebeom's words, self-satisfied smile evident in his voice. it's easy for him to say. he isn't the one with a vibrator in his pussy, not allowed to come.

nonetheless, you renew your efforts and let hyejin take over as she more or less begins to ride your face, her arms coming down to separate your palms from her thighs, holding them down at the wrist on the bed instead. like this, you're completely at the mercy of your alphas; one of them grunting above you as they grind down on your face and the other rapidly bringing you closer to orgasm, his fingers now in the picture as he thumbs experimentally at your swollen bud.

when hyejin comes, it's with a low moan, the sexiest sound you've heard, and you very nearly come, too.

but jaebeom knows. he always knows.

just as you're about to careen off the edge, hyejin's juices running down your chin as she shakily gets off your face, your fists clenched in her somehow still firm grasp, you feel the stimulation to your core disappearing, wrenching your orgasm away from you.

"NO, please, no, let me come, please let me come, i was so close, plea-"

immediately, you're being cradled to jaebeom's chest as he clambers up to you, hyejin moving out of the way, still recovering from her high. he shushes your chants, gently wiping off the desperate tears that have gathered in the corners of your eyes. "you did so well, darling. you were so good. i'm going to put the vibrator back in and you can let go this time, okay?"

"okay," you mumble with a nod, more than ready. you're sure the sheets beneath you are ruined, but laundry is far from your mind.

again, in the vibrator goes. this time, hyejin controls it, for which you're incredibly grateful. she's always more gracious after an orgasm. jaebeom settles for nipping at your neck and breasts, leaving and laving marks on your body.

it doesn't surprise anybody when it takes you only a few moments to reach the peak again, keyed up as you are. both your alphas crawl up, vibrator left inside as you thrash around, and nose at your mating mark, biting down as you wail in over sensitivity.

"knot," you gasp, incredibly tired but very aware that your heat can't fully be satiated until you've been filled.

jaebeom releases your neck, pulls the vibrator out of your weeping pussy and gives you few seconds to recover. the moment you look like you're about to start begging again, he pushes in with one swift motion.

your tired but appeased sigh is swallowed by hyejin's kiss. you push up against her hold on your wrists as jaebeom pounds into you, grunts and moans mixing with the squelch of your cunt and the messy sounds of kissing.

it's a testament to how much he enjoys having your orgasms at his mercy, that it doesn't take long for his knot to begin swelling inside you, making you break away from your other alphas's mouth with a whimper. he comes with a violent grunt, stilling as you feel him fill you up, knot locking and holding you two in place.

he slumps on top of you, mindful of his weight as you go through the uncomfortable motions of being shifted sideways. you're nearly passed out, only vaguely registering the gentle kisses on your face and head.

"you've got cum all over your face, baby."

hyejin's statement is accompanied by a damp cloth being slowly wiped over your face and chin, your eyes already half-shut. you're vaguely annoyed that your head has been made to leave the comfort of jaebeom's solid chest that you're practically attached to now, but in your post-orgasmic haze, and with how affectionate you're feeling towards your alphas right now after being knotted, you let it slide.

the moment hyejin gives your chin a soft tap, signalling that she's done, you smush your face right back in, so very comfortable and sleepy. you feel jaebeom's warm palms soothing down your back, hyejin returning and cuddling you in between as she places a gentle kiss on your slightly bruised mark on the side of your neck, and you've never felt more sated.

[hollyhomburg]

Seeing your responses to asks about the new chapter and just general questions it brings up- I’ve been intending to ask, and feel free to not answer this ask at all if it spoils anything and stuff, but like,

why are moonbyul and her pack so intent on ‘getting’ the mc? I remember you said once upon a time that if she joined their pack she would probably of ended up being used for moonbyul to have kids or something? So I don’t get why she’s so intent on pursuing her. I thought for a moment it might’ve been because she actually went ahead of plan and killed the don and beta- like it made moonbyul interested in her in a sense of ‘I wonder if I could make you do this stuff for me, rather then yourself’ or something- she seems a little like the type to want her omegas all obsessed and stuff which like,, creepy but you’re kinda hot so whatever

Along that line, I also don’t get what her endgame is with how you said Hyein contemplated killing Jimin. Sure Mc would leave the pack for their safety but she would just end up hating moonbyul and her pack from something like that. So if the end goal is a sort of ‘ownership’ that’s honestly not how to go about it

If that spoils then don’t worry about answering obvi lol but it’s just a question that plays on my mind from the new chapter that I kinda wanted to get out- even if you can’t answer this for spoiler reasons I hope you can enjoy knowing that one of your readers are set into deep thinking from your really intricate writing lol <3 love ya and your writing li, thank you so much for all you do for us fans - you’re such a dedicated and thoughtful writer and seemingly person from what you put through on here with your fanfic and other random posts, I hope you know we appreciate you!!!

oh okay so, maybe this is not as obvious as i thought it was but ;-; it's mostly because of three reasons,

1. because of the m/c's addictive slick, moonbyul's alpha and other alphas in general can kind of 'sense' that the m/c has this, it's mostly phermonal.

2. Because moonbyul and hyejin collect omega's, hyejin was moonbyuls first addition to her collection in a way but after she came along they very quickly got the other too. it's a power thing, the m/c is both veulnerable and beautiful. most alphas, moonbyul included- view the aquisition of omegas and many omega's as a status symbol. for the same reason why hoseok's coeworkers tease him for having so many alphas in his pack- it's kind of a societal norm that an alpha in possession of a good fortune will have several omega's, especially in certain circles.

3. They want to posess her as of right now in the story in part because it was kind of an understood position of them helping her escape geumjae/kill the don and beta that they would get her in their pack as a result. they wheren't just helping her and usuing her, they where manipulating her towards their own ends. after she killed the don and beta this got even more kind of validated- because moonbyul is the one who kept the m/c from being killed. in her mind- she owns the mc, regardless of yoongi's mating mark.

(this next section is vaugely spoilery) you're right in saying that "Sure Mc would leave the pack for their safety but she would just end up hating moonbyul and her pack from something like that. So if the end goal is a sort of ‘ownership’ that’s honestly not how to go about it" thats exactly why moonbyul DIDN'T order hyejin to kill jimin. she knows that if they do want to get the m/c, they'll likely need some collateral or something more to convince the m/c to be theirs willingly, the endgame with them is not physical captivity, it's emotional captivity. hyejin and moonbyul contrasted with geumjae- are much more interested in mentally fucking up the m/c than actually physically harming her through physical abuse. it's a delicate situation.

aghhh thank you for apreciating it in all its intricacies! i know sometimes it might feel like it's too intricate, at least we're not just frustrated right? i'll answer your questions for as long as i can.

[ace-angel-judas]

When do they find out that Hyejin is pregnant in the wolf au?

“Is she okay?” Chenle asked softly as Lucas and Shotaro walk into the room.

“She’s snuggled up with Amy right now,” Shotaro explained, “But she’s not doing any better,”

Chenle whined as he dropped his head onto the table, it was very rare for Hyejin to get sick. They made sure she always had warm clothes, she took vitamins, eat healthy.

“Hyejin’s never been this sick before,” Jeno is the one to point it out, “Someone should go get Sunmi,”

Shotaro is the one to rush out the front door while the rest of the boys huddle around the enterance to their living room.

There’s a pile of blankets and pillows in the middle of the floor, all on a mattress that Jeno had dragged out there earlier. Hyejin is curled up, snoozing next to a blonde girl that’s cuddling her around the waist.

Sunmi doesnt take long to arrive, her little satchel on her hip as she quickly kneels down next to the sleeping girls. Chenle helps Hyejin sit up, her face pale and body shaking.

“Oh..,” Sunmi pursed her lips, “How are you feeling?”

Hyejin shakes her head, making Chenle speak for her.

“She’s had a high temp and vomiting up everything she eats,” He explains, “She’s just really weak,”

The witch tilts her head to the side before standing up, “I think I need a second opinion on this,”

“What?!” Jeno snaps, “Do some hocus pocus crap and fix her!”

“No I don’t think you want me doing that,” Sunmi claps her hands together, “I’ll be back in a moment,”

Amy and Lucas both share a worried look before there’s a knock at the front door not even seconds later. Shotaro opens it, surprised as two witches walk in.

“Hayoon?” Lucas stares at the witch.

“Just thought I’d bring in an expert,” Sunmi waves her hand, a small smile on her lips.

Hayoon is a slightly short woman with long hair, her stomach is slightly swollen, signifying the growth of a baby. She kneels down a bit of difficulty, before letting out a huff of air.

“Hello,” Hayoon gives Hyejin a small wave, “May I touch you?”

There’s a small nod from Hyejin, which has Hayoon placing her hands on the girl’s stomach. The witch instantly draws back, eyes wide.

“Yes,” Hayoon nods, “Sunmi you were right,”

“Right about what?” Chenle asks.

“She’s pregnant,” Hayoon speaks softly, “About seven weeks, only, this baby is taking more than it needs-“

“It’s killing her?” Jeno growls, “Well kill it!”

Hyejin finally speaks, wrapping her arms around herself, “No,”

Silence fills the room as Jeno storms off out the front door, Chenle has tears in his eyes and Lucas looks ready to burst from anger.

“It’s Hyejin’s choice,” Sunmi speaks, “Pack law states that mates and witches have the final say in their pregnancies,”

“Even if it could kill them?” Chenle holds in a sob.

“Yes, even then,”

Lucas speaks, “What’s the chance of her living through this?”

Hayoon has a worried look on her face as she stares at the alpha.

“2%”

[miss-de-meaner]

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin Characters: Park Jimin (BTS), Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Ahn Hyejin | Hwasa, Park Chanyeol, Zhou Jie Qiong | Kyulkyung Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Rituals, Sexual Tension, Hand Feeding, Growling, Scent Marking, Biting, thigh riding, slick Summary:

Jimin had grown up watching his mother sort the point-oh-one percent beta defaults into the alpha-omega communities, but that doesn't make being a part of the statistic much easier. He'd be doing okay at this new omega thing if that watchful alpha Min Yoongi could stay out of the situation. He just wants to settle into his new life and finish his useless degree already. Instead, all hell breaks loose.

[zeroone-eleven]

Alpha!Mamamoo accidentally knotting Fuckbuddy!Reader

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Requested? ☑

"점점 분위기에 취하고."

"Getting drunk in the mood."

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Kim Yongsun/Solar:

Level-headed

Yongsun's members had a great tendency to get themselves into trouble whether they were looking for it or not. So as a leader, she had over time developed keeping a calm mindset in the face of surprising events whether they're good or bad. Unfortunately for you two, this situation was more of a very bad kind of situation.

Once you both come down from the high and agree that this was a mistake, she would painstakingly ensure that she doesn't become a premature sire and that you don't end up pregnant. Sparing no expense whatsoever in rectifying the momentary laspe in judgement.

Moon Byulyi/Moonbyul:

Regret

You were both thrilled with living in the moment, acting on impulse and doing whatever it is that you both felt like doing right then and there. So when you pulled her into the cramped janitor's storeroom to unwind after a full day of shooting for their latest music video, Byulyi didn't hesitate for even a second to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

Unfortunately passion tends to overrule logic and the likes, this fact only solidified by her rutting into you with reckless abandon with consequences non-existent in her current state of mind. Moonbyul afterwards would be regretful, apologetic, and set on a mission to be more careful with your sessions should you continue with this arrangement after this event.

Jung Wheein:

Forseen

Wheein is a person who plans for things, even if the scenario may seem a bit too farfetched. Like this one. Her knot slips into you by accident after a particularly hard thrust that leads to her going over the edge, with a string of curses falling from your mouth at the feeling of being filled as well as the nagging thought of "I'm screwed" in the back of your head, Wheein only buries her face in your neck because she's really got no other way of resting at the moment.

She reassures you that she's kept morning-after pills in the nightstand next to her bed ever since you've agreed upon this arrangement, and if you still weren't calmed then Wheein would promise you that she'd go with you to the doctors. Reputation be damned if she gets seen, she owes you for this slip-up.

Ahn Hyejin/Hwasa:

Panicked

You and her weren't stupid, but you both had a tendency to be impatient and that impatience often has consequences you both didn't take into account. The pent up stress in her body coupled with the starting stages of your heat led to the both of you losing control over your inhibitions. Desperation for that sweet release making you both forget that both of you had forgotten to take any sort of precaution or protection. The moment Hyejin realizes what she's done, it's too late. She's knotted you, an Omega in heat and a fuck buddy no less-

The next hour is spent with her panicking and apologizing, she's basically all nerves and no brain at the moment and she doesn't even notice you trying to find a way out of the shit show you've managed to get yourselves into. Forming a backup plan for a backup plan that's the backup plan of another backup plan.

[purecantarella]

I Love You

Request : Hi 😁I was wondering if you could do one , where alpha wheein is nervous to tell her omega reader girlfriend she loves her ☺️

I based this off of something I wrote before. I hope you all like it. ☺️💓

Jung Wheein is a respected and powerful alpha. She was admired and envied by alphas and betas and lusted after every omega she walks by. It’s true, Wheein was the big bad alpha everyone wanted to be. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t the softest girlfriend you’d ever had the pleasure of having. 

It was no secret how whipped she was for you and how deep your feelings were for one another. People didn’t know just how deep it had become. See, there comes a time in every relationship when the feelings begin to run deeper and everything becomes more real. When attraction slowly turns into love. Wheein was starting to feel the shift. 

The feeling started with the little things. 

You and her went out on a date and you sat at restaurant. She was talking on the phone with the band’s choreographer about their rehearsal later in the day. The anxiety and frustration in her chest made her want to scream. She’d lost track of time and was no longer aware of what was going on around her. That was until the waiter placed a delectable looking meal before her and you, without her giving any input. Wheein looked up at you, a puzzled look on her face. 

You smiled and took her hand in yours. “I took the liberty of ordering something I knew you were craving.” You whispered not wanting draw any attention to yourself through the phone. “We can eat after you deal with the issue at work, okay baby?” You asked, sympathy dripping from your voice. A soft smile began etching onto her lips before she nodded and brought her attention back to the conversation with a calmer mind, making a compromise easier to reach. 

Then the feeling began to grow in intensity with every time she saw you with the people she loved most. 

Wheein had invited you to dinner with the rest of her members at her place and you happily agreed to go. You and the girls had met a handful of times after performances but never actually got around to bond. When you did meet with them, the four of you clicked like old friends seeing each other after years of separation. 

The alpha was especially impressed with what Hyejin said after a few shots. You were gingerly sitting on top of Wheein, making sure she was eating enough to balance out the shots she was taking when the youngest smiled at you two. “You take care of that one, Wheepup. She’s good with you.” She slurred out before downing another shot. Wheein grinned brightly before nuzzling herself into your neck, inhaling your earthy scent.

Finally, after months of dating, it happened. 

It was the simplest moment, no big moments, no grand spectacle. It was just you and her, laying on her bed. Wheein had stirred awake from her restful sleep. The night before you came over to her house and decided to stay over after it being too late for you to go home. You were wearing one of her hoodies and a pair of shorts, all bringing you so much comfort because of her scent lingering on each article you had on. 

Her arms were wrapped securely around your waist as you lay on her chest, snores escaping your slightly agape mouth. Your hair was a mess, likely from moving around in your sleep before she forcibly held you close. Wheein’s heart pounded heavily against her chest, her eyes glued onto your relaxed features, a blush racing up to her cheeks and the tips of her ears. 

Jung Wheein had fallen madly in love with you. Not only that, but she was terrified to tell you. 

You cracked your eyes open, feeling content, then a little flustered seeing your alpha’s eyes on you. You shrunk a little under her gaze before playfully asking, “What’s going on, baby?” 

She silently stared at you, the nerves in her picking at her. You moved to hover over her. Her expression had concerned you, she looked so scared, so vulnerable. You wondered if she had had a nightmare. You placed your hands on her cheeks, caressing her cheekbones. 

“Are you okay, Wheepup?” 

The floodgates were opened and the words shakily fell from her lips, “I love you, Y/n.” 

Your heart both sped up and stopped at the same time. A big smile cracking onto your features. You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly onto Wheein’s. You pulled away, staring at her with tear-filled eyes. 

“I love you too…” 

I hope you all enjoyed it! I really liked this request and I hope I did it justice. I’m open to suggestions and requests are open! 

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