#pls give this some love. f/f rarely does.

[a-dogboys-sweet-lovers]

neuvie cuddles? fem!reader pls :)

Whoops, I got carried away and this is a bit long! (?) Anyways, general tags: sfw - cuddles - f!reader - established relationship - Neuv is being a workaholic again - Neuv calls reader "princess" and "love" - half dragon form Neuv (I am but a weak man)

It's nearing midnight; you've been quietly reading a book alongside your perpetually-busy Iudex, who, predictably, is still working on reviewing some cases. You frown slightly: immortal primordial being or not, Neuvillette, too, needs a rest. Unfortunately, there aren't many people that he would listen to regarding this matter; fortunately, you, being his lover and confidante, are one of them. Still, you decide to choose an indirect approach.

-Neuvilette, love? - you call out quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He leans into your touch much like a cat, rubbing his cheek on your hand.

-What is it that my princess desires?

This is where you put on a bit of a show.

-I'm feeling so lonely... I know you're right here, but you're so busy all the time!

It's not entirely untrue; while you enjoy just exsisting alongside Neuvilette, quietly going around your day even if you two don't interact, you do miss the rare occasions when his attention is entirely on you and you only. Besides, he does need a rest, and as do you.

Neuvilette makes an apologetic face.

-I'm sorry, love, I know I've been paying less attention to you lately... What do you want us to do?

-May we cuddle for a while?

He plants a kiss on your hand and gets up, suddenly lifting you up into a princess carry, smiling slightly. You giggle, not quite expecting him to have done that. His rather impressive height and inhuman strength mean you practically weigh nothing to him, and he does carry you around a lot because of that, but somehow he still manages to surprise you every time he does.

-Do you want us to lay down, or...?

-Yes! To the bedroom, please, - you ask him in a mock-commanding tone, pointing towards your shared bedroom in a spoiled princess impression. That makes him smile wider. He carefully maneuvres you around all the doorframes and finally places you gently onto the big, soft canopy bed, taking time to shed some outer layers of his complicated outfit to enter a more relaxed state. Meanwhile, you fluff the pillows, making some sorts of a nest for you two. With an exhausted, but still somewhat content sigh Neuvilette plops onto the bed next to you and immediately throws his arms around you. In this position his head is on your chest, and you really want to pet him like an oversized affectionate cat. When you give in to your desires, you hear a purr - right. Dragons, it turns out, purr. Because Neuvilette sure wasn't perfect before. You smile, looking at your adorable lover, who under your hands on his scalp has relaxed into a semi-conscious state... Oh, wait, what's -

You feel something slithering against your leg, waiting to circle it. It feels strange,and at first you get startled - but then you realize: Neuvilette's tail. Your lover became so deeply relaxed in your presence, his human form shifted into a more natural semi-draconic form. And his tail wants cuddles, too. You giggle quietly, planting a kiss on top of your lover's head; your legs become entangled with Neuvilette's tail, and, fast asleep, he mumbles something resembling "my love", before his body goes completely slack against yours.

Well, you definitely don't mind cuddling him throughout the night, then.

[20-th-centurygirl]

nsfw alphabet

charles leclerc x reader

a/n: you all loved my levi one so i thought i'd do one for charles 🤭 i have also never written for an f1 driver so pls be nice ☹️

navigation masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

king of aftercare idc ! literally will not rest until he's pampered you and you're asleep. he could be falling asleep but would still make sure he's helped you shower, cleaned up and got you something to eat :(

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Charles is the boob man ! always has to be touching them in some way, falls asleep either lying on them or holding them idc

on him it's his arms and hands ! he knows how much you love them so he's always flexing them or showing off the veins on purpose bc he's annoying like that. he loves it when he catches you just staring at his hands or absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves finishing on your boobs or in you 🤭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

secretly really wants to catch you touching yourself, preferably in one of his t shirts

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he's doing but he's also not super experienced

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or cowgirl. he's a simple man. if he can see your face when he's fucking you he's happy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depends on his mood. if he's stressed from a race he's super serious but if it was just super lazy soft sex he'd be all giggly bc he can't believe your his and you make him super giddy

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

honestly i think he'd have very little to no hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so romantic it's ridiculous. i'm talking holding your hand, kissing all over you, telling him he loves you and that you're beautiful every 5 seconds

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

very rarely gets himself off when you're both at home bc you're almost always ready to help him. if he's away he'll facetime you or go through the photos he has of you 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

charles seems quite vanilla. i think he'd be into letting you take control though

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

always at your own house bc he knows it's private but he wouldn't say no to car sex 🤭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally anything. you could just smile at him and he needs you straight away

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything super rough bc there's no way he's gonna hurt his girl

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

charles leclerc created the term munch idc. he literally cannot get enough of being between your thighs and it just sends him crazy knowing he can turn you into a complete mess with just his tongue

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

normally just so so soft and loving. Charles always makes sure to take his time so you know just how much he appreciates and loves you

but if he's had a bad race he's so rough and will just casually manhandle you. you always wake up the next morning covered in hickies and bruises

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie before and after a race 🤭

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's not a big risk taker bc he knows his career could be ruined and he also doesn't want to embarass you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think he'd have 1 or 2 rounds a few times in the day instead of loads of rounds in one day

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

in the start of your relationship he was completely against them but after a few months he changed his mind bc he knows how long you're actually apart and he needs to make sure his girls always getting the best treatment 🤭

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

always cracks super early when he's teasing you bc he ends up feeling bad ☹️

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

isn't dead silent but he also doesn't make loads of noise so he can focus on the noises you're making

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

is obsessed with marking you up ! loves leaving hickies on you and he goes crazy when you give him some

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

massive.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

soo high he literally can't ever get enough of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

this man loves a nap so once he knows you're okay and comfortable he's snoozing straight away

[elix8r]

Rare and Pure (cbg)

PAIRING: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

GENRES: angst (it's really distressing at parts), smut, a teaspoon of fluff, werewolf!au, friends to lovers, mates, accidental lover

WARNINGS: this story contains some dark themes so pls beware! profanity, unrequited love, kidnapping, drugging, dubcon? its not sexual, abusive behavior, implications of murder, choking, descriptions of blood, violence, drinking, mates, talk of death/dying, IM SO SORRY RIIZE ARE WRITTEN AS THE EVIL GUYS ESP WONBIN RIP, sexual content: multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, drunk sex, knotting, cumming inside, rough sex, biting, marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, bulging, breeding, choking

SUMMARY:

“But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.“ - Patrick Rothfuss

Choi Yeonjun was the love of your life, the one you were unequivocally sure the Moon Goddess had chosen for you. His younger brother, Beomgyu, on the other hand, didn't even register on your radar as mate material. But fate, as it often does, had other plans. One night was all it took for your entire life to flip around as you found yourself accidentally mated to your childhood friend. Now, you're left grappling with the emotional wreckage of it all as you are not only struggling to feel the unbreakable connection that mates are supposed to share with Beomgyu, but you're also dealing with the harsh reality that your dreams of forever with Yeonjun will never come to fruition. It's a bitter pill to swallow, and it's forcing you to reevaluate your very sense of self. Your wolf clearly had some serious explaining to do.

WORD COUNT: 21.5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i know this story took so long but thank you to everyone for waiting! i really went through it writing this cause it was a rollercoaster of emotions but it's truly my baby and i adore this story so much so i hope you guys enjoy it and was worth the wait! beomgyu is a sexy lover here and an even sexier wolf (rawr xd) so hope that's exciting for you guys and i'm so sorry but i literally put names of groups into an auto generator machine to pick who was going to be the villain and it chose riize so i'm so sorry for their depictions cause they are despicable here but know i meant no harm and i adore them it's all just for the story! anyways hope you guys have fun reading it and please give me some feedback! Happy Holidays!!!

You felt conflicted coming to this conclusion because you genuinely loved the girl, but you couldn't help but blame your current predicament on Huh Yunjin and her family's recent move to your town.

New families were rare, especially as it meant they would become new members of the pack. However, an old and close friend of the Alpha had decided to relocate, prompting a warm welcome and an invitation to join the pack. When you heard that the new family had a daughter your age, you eagerly volunteered to give her a tour.

The family was to move into the vacant house on the other side of the neighborhood. And on that day, you excitedly watched the moving truck arrive from your window, clutching a box of cookies lovingly baked by your mother for the new family. 

Your family held a prominent position within the pack, with your father serving as the Beta and every bit of you exuded that high status. Being an only child furthermore assured you to grow up to be confident and bold, but you also tried to be welcoming to all which made it easy for you to make friends. It seemed though, that Yunjin was quite the opposite of you as she was quieter and less outwardly exuberant, but she still was quite friendly and happy that you were showing her around.

"So that's the pack house, and since your dad is close friends with the Alpha, I'm sure you’ll be over sometime soon.” You flashed her a wide smile, concluding the tour as you both headed back to your house. Yunjin appeared a bit overwhelmed, understandably so. She had just moved to a new town, knowing no one, and you had bombarded her with information about the pack and the town within an hour.

"Oh, and next door is my house! You're welcome anytime; just come over, and we can hang out. Right next door is my best friend Taehyun's house. He’s away right now, but he’ll be back soon, and I can introduce you two. I’m sure you'll get along!" A grin spread across your face, thinking about your best friend whom you hadn't seen in a while.

Taehyun had left for a trip with his father and a few pack elders a week ago, focusing on improving his tracking skills. However, he would return soon, and you were confident that he and Yunjin (along with the others in your friend group) would hit it off, so you were eagerly anticipating everyone meeting. From the hour you had spent with the girl, you could already tell that she was going to be a great addition to the pack. 

"Wow, thank you so much. I was honestly nervous about moving because I've never had an easy time making friends, but I feel really lucky to have met you. You seem to know everyone and everything." Yunjin smiled appreciatively at your kind offer, and you beamed back at her. However, before you could say anything else, the front door of the pack house swung open.

His scent reached you even before he came into view, instantly stirring up a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. Choi Yeonjun had captivated you since the moment you met him, and you were certain that you were in love. The word "perfect" was the only one that could adequately describe the oldest son of the Alpha. Your heart ached in his presence, and you knew that this was no fleeting crush like the ones you had experienced before. This was love, a profound and all-encompassing emotion unlike anything else.

"Hey, Y/N!" The combination of his voice and smirk threatened to make you weak in the knees, but you managed to maintain your composure as you smiled back at him.

"Hey, Yeonjun! This is Yunjin. She's the daughter of the new family in town, and I was just showing her around." Yunjin revealed earlier that espite their fathers being close, she had never never met the rest of the Alpha’s family. Yunjin greeted Yeonjun with a shy smile as he extended his hand for a handshake.

"Oh yeah, my dad mentioned that. He was pretty excited that his old friend and his family were joining our pack. Well, nice to meet you, Yunjin. I'm Yeonjun, the oldest and the only Choi kid important enough for you to meet. Don't worry about Soobin and Beomgyu, you're better off not even meeting them." You silently agreed with him, although your biased opinion was clearly influenced by your feelings for him. Yunjin seemed to relax further with his warm welcome and playful introduction.

"You're really lucky to have Y/N showing you around. She's like a celebrity in our pack. She knows everyone, so if you ever need anything, she's your best bet." He smiled at Yunjin and playfully nudged you. "Well, I have to go bring Beomgyu his clothes. That stupid bastard decided to go for a run without taking anything, and we're literally supposed to be going over to Elder Kwan's house for dinner in a couple of minutes. You know how my mom would kill him if he showed up in his wolf form. Anyways, it was nice meeting you, Yunjin. Y/N, I'll see you tomorrow at the meeting." With an affectionate ruffle of your hair, he waved goodbye and left.

Despite your efforts, Yeonjun seemed oblivious to your feelings, treating you more like a sister than a lover. Yet, you remained convinced in its belief that a deeper connection existed between you both. The inexplicable emotions that surfaced whenever he was near convinced you that destiny had intertwined your paths for a reason.

"Wow, he seems really nice," Yunjin commented, her tone subtly shifting. In retrospect, you should have picked up on the change, but you were too captivated by Yeonjun's presence to notice. Unfortunately, your obliviousness would soon come and bite you in the ass.

Several weeks had slipped by since your new friend, Yunjin, had made her entrance. Your hunch had proven right – she seamlessly melded with your well-established crew, like the missing puzzle piece you didn't know you needed. Initially quiet and reserved, she shed her timid shell bit by bit, especially as you all hung out more. Just yesterday, she had even joined in on a run in full wolf form with everyone which sure helped tighten the bond that had been growing stronger. 

If you could have it your way, you would currently be with them at the local movie theater where you knew everyone but you were. Yet, reality had you poking at your food, stealing subtle glances across the table at your crush, whom you had strategically sat down in front of.

Even before you were born, it had been a tradition for your family to go over to the pack house and have dinner with the Alpha’s family every first Tuesday of the month, and so here you were. 

"Ok well, I'll get the dishes, and if you kids could help clear the table for dessert, that would be helpful," your mother said, quick to get up and head towards the kitchen with a couple of plates in her hand, prompting everyone else to follow her directions.

"Dinner was amazing as usual," your dad kindly thanked the Luna. "We have a couple of things to talk about regarding the matter we discussed earlier, so we'll be in the office." Clearly, he was trying to make the conversation confidential, but your dad wasn't the best at keeping secrets, and you (and probably the boys) had already caught on to what he was referring to. It honestly wasn't that hard to figure out, considering it had been the only thing anyone in your pack had been discussing recently.

Rumors had been circulating around that an unfamiliar pack was closing in on the town your pack had been inhabiting for over a century. Sightings of rogue wolves have also been on the increase, which explained Taehyun's unexpected tracking trip. While this didn't necessarily mean that your pack was in immediate danger, it was crucial to remain cautious. Precautionary actions, such as doubling up security around the borders, had already been taken, and the pack's council was now prioritizing finding out who exactly was approaching their territory and their intentions.

As you watched your dad and the Alpha head towards the office, out of nowhere, a voice caught you off guard, forcing you to take your eyes off of them. "Hey, can you come to my room after this? I need to talk to you about something."

Beomgyu, despite being the same age, had always been the Choi boy you were the least close with. While you still had a strong bond with him from being raised as pups alongside one another, your relationship with Yeonjun and Soobin was undoubtedly stronger. So, hearing this request from Beomgyu surprised you.

"Why can't you just tell me here?" You questioned him while taking plates back into the kitchen where your mom and the Luna could be seen washing the dishes while engaging in an animated conversation.

Beomgyu followed closely behind you, also holding dishes in his hand. "I just can't. Just come upstairs with me, please."

You frowned a little, trying to figure out on your own what was so important that Beomgyu had to speak to you in private. However, you had to admit that you were a bit curious about what he had to say, so you gave him a small nod. "Ok, fine."

As the two of you made your way towards the staircase, Soobin must have noticed and halted you and Beomgyu. "Where do you two think you're going without even helping us finish cleaning up the table?"

"Ugh, fuck off Soobin, we already helped. We'll be back when Mom brings out the pie," Beomgyu retorted, rolling his eyes. But before he could take another step, another voice stopped him.

"Wait, seriously what are you guys up to?" Yeonjun's eyes sparkled with curiosity at the unusual sight of you two heading off on your own. Normally, he and Soobin were part of the group.

"It's none of your business," Beomgyu replied, clearly annoyed at all the questions.

"Hold on, I want in on whatever you two are doing. What's with all the secrecy?" You, too, grew increasingly curious about why Beomgyu wanted to speak to you privately, excluding his older brothers from the conversation.

"Oh my god, it's just between me and Y/N. Seriously, fuck off," Beomgyu's patience was wearing thin, which was no surprise considering his brothers often had that effect on him.

"Just you and Y/N? And you're going to your room? Hmm, sounds a little–" Soobin's insinuation was cut off by your swift response.

"Jesus, Soobin. It's nothing like that. We'll be back quickly," you assured him, not wanting to entertain any unnecessary assumptions being thrown, especially in front of Yeonjun. He could get the wrong idea. So with that, you swiftly turned around and headed to Beomgyu's room, leaving Soobin and Yeonjun behind.

"Fucking Soobin and his nosy ass," Beomgyu muttered in annoyance as he followed you into his room. You were familiar with every single room in the pack house, including his, and as always, it looked exactly as you remembered. Impeccably clean, which never failed to surprise you. It was also unsurprising that his warm and woodsy scent was intensified in his room. However, you sensed that this did trigger a strange reaction from your wolf, but you pushed her aside, ignoring her peculiar behavior (which she had been having more frequently recently) and without even asking for permission, you plopped onto his neatly made bed.

"Ok, now what was so important that you needed to talk to me alone?" you inquired, watching as Beomgyu closed the door and settled into his desk chair.

"I like your friend Yunjin, the new girl," Beomgyu stated plainly, and the random confession had you sitting up straight in surprise.

"What?" You gave him an incredulous look, still processing why he had brought you all the way up here to reveal this information.

"She’s hot and I’d like to get with her so I need help from you," he replied matter-of-factly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You continued to give him a confused look with a hint of disgust at his words, but you gathered up your thoughts to respond. "What the fuck, Beomgyu? Did you drag me all the way up here for that? I mean haven’t you already met her? And what would I even get out of helping you with this?"  

“Yeah, I’ve met her briefly a couple of times cause of our parents but like I need someone on the inside to you know, scope out her feelings and like maybe put in a couple of good words about me.” His persistent nonchalant expression and tone struck a nerve, aggravating you further, especially since he hadn't addressed how this would benefit you.

"Beomgyu, I’m not doing that for you. There are at least ten other guys I'd consider trying to set her up with before even considering you. If you're so interested in dating her, my suggestion is to just go and ask her out like any normal person would." Rolling your eyes, you stood up, intending to leave the conversation. However, his next words halted you in your tracks.

“I’ll help you with Yeonjun.” 

It was obvious that growing up together had given him an edge in understanding you too well. Those five simple words were all it took for you to reluctantly agree to assist your childhood friend in pursuing the new girl in town.

In the midst of blaring music and flashing lights that seemed determined to trigger a headache, you found yourself in an obnoxiously loud club on a Saturday night. This was the last place you would have willingly chosen to spend your evening, but circumstances had led you here. When you initially agreed to assist Beomgyu, you envisioned a more thoughtful and gradual approach to make Yunjin develop feelings for him. However, your expectations were shattered earlier when Beomgyu unexpectedly appeared at your doorstep, barging in without a second thought and heading straight for your room.

You were aware that some of your friends had plans to hit the nearby club tonight, an invitation you had initially declined. Your preference was to stay at home, engrossed in the pages of the new book you had recently acquired. But Beomgyu seemed to have other plans, disregarding your intentions the moment he stepped into your house. Apparently, he had caught wind of the possibility that Yunjin might be among those venturing out for the night.

"Sure, I knew she was going out," you shrugged, your attention split between applying makeup and addressing Beomgyu, who had made himself comfortable on your bed.

"You knew? And you didn't tell me? Come on, Y/N, I thought we had some kind of agreement!" His sigh carried a tinge of exasperation, clearly disappointed by your perceived negligence.

"Apologies for not realizing I was your designated Yunjin-schedule informant. That's bordering on creepy, by the way. And I thought that we were going to take things slow. Plus, why do I have to tag along? Since you're in the loop now, can't you just go by yourself?" Despite your rapid-fire inquiries, you continued meticulously applying your makeup. 

"Do you not remember? That's exactly why I came to you. I need help seamlessly integrating myself into her life, making it seem natural and subtle. Take tonight, for example! I'll play it cool, like I had no clue she'd be here. You'll join our conversation, kick-start it naturally, and then gracefully bow out, leaving us to continue. It's a flawless plan, trust me. Plus, seeing you actually putting in some effort to make this work will make me more motivated to help you with my brother." Beomgyu, as usual, carried on with his chatter. To be honest, you found the plan a bit nonsensical, but considering what was at stake for you, you ended up donning that cute new outfit you had been saving for a different night out. Before you knew it, you were in Beomgyu's car, en route to the club.

Normally, you wouldn't mind a night out at a club like this, and you would typically have agreed without a second thought. Lately, however, you had felt more inclined to stay home, and the odd behavior of your wolf throughout the week made you hesitant to introduce alcohol into the mix. Nonetheless, since you were already here, you decided it was a good opportunity to let loose a little.

Amid the deafening music, Beomgyu's voice rang out, "So, have you spotted them yet?" You leaned against the bar, waiting for your drink.

Surveying the crowd upon your arrival, you had even tried to identify them by scent, but the throng of people made it challenging. "Not yet, but let's move around. I'm sure we'll be able to find them soon." With one hand gripping your vodka lemonade, you and Beomgyu started moving around, staying close to make sure not to be separated within the bustling club. 

Out of the corner of your eye, a familiar face caught your attention, instantly recognizable. "C'mon, I found them!" You hurriedly exclaimed, gesturing in the direction of your best friend, dragging Beomgyu along.

Taehyun's eyes widened as he spotted you approaching. "Y/N, I thought you were staying in tonight? You should have texted!" Beomgyu emerged behind you, and Taehyun's surprise morphed into confusion. "Oh, and you brought Beomgyu along?"

It wasn't that you and Beomgyu weren't on good terms or weren't friends, but the sight of the two of you together wasn't a common occurrence unless it involved family matters. After all, you both had different sets of friends. So, your unexpected duo not only grabbed Taehyun's attention but also that of a few others in the group.

“Yeah uh I ended up changing my mind and he was heading out too so I just grabbed a ride from him.” You brushed off his question lightly before scanning your eyes around your group of friends, looking for a specific face. 

It appeared Beomgyu was on the same page, as you felt a gentle nudge from him. "Did Yunjin come out with you guys?"

"Yep, she did! She's just in the restroom and will probably be back soon." Kazhua, your other close friend, greeted you with a tipsy smile before she resumed engaging in lively conversation with her boyfriend, Kai who spared you two a wave.

Thanking her, you felt a sense of relaxation settling in as you basked in the company of your friends. The drink in your hand was starting to take effect, lifting your spirits and making you feel lighter. Observing Beomgyu from beside you, you could tell he was loosening up as well as he seemed to be engaging in friendly banter with Taehyun. Seeing them dab each other up as if they were best bros had you rolling your eyes.

"So spill the beans. What's the real deal here between the two of you? I’m obviously not buying your story and getting a ride from him wouldn't lead to you sticking together even when you found us. Are you guys seeing each other? I swear, I won't say a word to anyone if you are!" Chaewon slung her arm around you, her eyes playfully dancing as she gestured towards Beomgyu.

A puzzled expression creased your pretty face as you processed her question. Chaewon was probably your closest friend after Taehyun, and she had a knack for uncovering every detail about your life. However, her insinuation of a romantic connection between you and your neighbor had you almost freezing from surprise. You couldn't afford to give the impression that something was brewing between you and Beomgyu, especially when your mission tonight was to make Yunjin notice him. Plus, there really wasn’t anything happening between the two of you.

"Wait, hold on a second. Jesus, Chaewon. Seriously, it's not what you're thinking. I promise it was just a ride," you replied, attempting to brush off her inquiries. Yet, the skepticism in her expression told you she wasn't entirely convinced.

"Well, that's not what Soobin said." You inwardly cursed, momentarily forgetting that Soobin had been recently seeing Chaewon. It was clear that he had shared how he and Yeonjun had caught you and Beomgyu sneaking off alone upstairs to his room. 

"Jesus fucking Christ, Soobin. You need to tell him to mind his own business. And seriously, he's just trying to be a pain in the ass. I promise you, there's absolutely nothing going on between us. If there were, I would've been the one to tell you, and not leave it to Soobin to play messenger." Your fervent response finally seemed to ease Chaewon's suspicions, as she nodded in understanding.

"Alright, I believe you. But remember, even if there's a hint of something happening, you better let me know and give me the details. I don’t want to have to rely on Soobin of all people to get all my juicy gossip from," Chaewon's playful yet determined expression made you chuckle. Just before you could respond, a familiar voice caught your attention.

"Y/N! Oh my god, you're here! I thought you said you weren't coming out?" Yunjin's excitement spilled over through both her voice and her actions as she enveloped you in a warm hug.

Clearly, a few drinks had loosened Yunjin up; her eyes carried a playful glint, and her usually composed demeanor had given way to lively energy. Amidst her effervescence, you were also able to catch a glimpse of Beomgyu's eyes lighting up with eagerness upon spotting her. Lost in the thrill of finally locating your target for the night, both you and Beomgyu had failed to notice that Yunjin hadn't returned from the restroom alone.

"Hey, Y/N," a familiar voice greeted you from behind her presence, and a flurry of emotions erupted within you as your heart raced in response. Despite the time that had passed, you were still defenseless against the effect Yeonjun had on you.

"Hey, Yeonjun! I had no idea you were joining us tonight," You managed to regain your composure, your voice finally steadying as you exchanged greetings.

"Yeah, I mean I just came with Changbin and a couple of the other guys, but I stumbled upon her when she was wandering around lost, trying to find her way back to your group. Naturally, I couldn't resist lending a hand. You know me, I never leave a helpless pretty girl alone." A quick wink from Yeonjun, and you could see Yunjin's amused giggles in response.

Yeonjun's reputation as a major flirt wasn't a secret, but witnessing his overt flirting with your new friend right before you stung a little. Though you did your best to brush it off as his usual playfulness and quickly put on a wide smile in return.

"Well, thanks so much for returning her to us safely," you playfully retorted, echoing his tone. You then quickly downed the last of your drink, hoping to mask the twinge of anxiety that the sight of their interaction stirred within you.

As Yeonjun weaved his way through the group, your gaze remained fixed on him. Like always, you were unable to resist your attraction towards him, but this time, you were far from oblivious. Quickly noting the close proximity he maintained with Yunjin as they navigated around the table, a small frown formed on your face. When’d they get so close?

"Hey, when did you arrive? Changbin could've given you a ride along with me if you had mentioned you were coming," Yeonjun greeted his brother. However, it was evident that Beomgyu's attention remained steadfastly fixed on Yunjin, his focus unyielding even as his brother spoke. Maybe your initial assumptions of his interest in your friend were wrong. With the look he was giving your friend, it seemed that maybe there was more to the attraction than just physical.  

Recognizing the opportune moment to step in and work your magic, you decided to make your move. Yeonjun appeared engrossed in conversation with his brother and your best friend, giving you the chance you needed. Swiftly, you moved over to where Yunjin stood and linked arms with her. With a clear plan in mind, you guided her away to the bar, seeking both a private conversation and a refill.

Once at the bar, you ordered drinks for the two of you and then turned your attention to Yunjin. "So, how's the night treating you? Are you enjoying yourself?" you inquired with a friendly smile.

Yunjin accepted the drink gratefully, seemingly oblivious to your underlying motives. Her smile lit up as she responded, "Honestly, I'm having a blast, especially now that you're here!"

"Aww, that's great to hear! Is everyone being nice to you? How are you liking the club? Anyone catch your eye?" You smoothly slipped in the last question, hoping to naturally lead the conversation towards Beomgyu. 

Though a pang of guilt tugged at you for manipulating your friend, you reminded yourself of the agreement you'd made. The possibility of finally attaining your desires was too enticing to let pass, and after all, if Yunjin genuinely fell for Beomgyu, was it truly manipulation on your part?

Yunjin's laughter tinkled in response to your questions, and she leaned against the bar. "Everyone's been wonderful, and I really appreciate you welcoming me into your friend group. As for the club, it's incredible. Back in my previous town, we had nothing like this, so this is a whole new experience for me." After a sip of her drink, she looked at you, and you eagerly awaited her response to your previous question.

"I’m not going to lie; everyone in this pack is ridiculously good-looking, so naturally, they've all grabbed my attention in some way. But, I have to admit, there's someone who's been on my mind. It's still way too early to say, and I'm not in a rush to find a mate, but I've never felt such a strong connection with someone this quickly. I can't help but wonder if he might be the one the Goddess has in store for me." Her words instantly grabbed your attention. If there was a possibility that Yunjin had already discovered her mate within the pack, it could complicate your task of steering her towards Beomgyu. 

Eagerly, you pressed on, "Come on, you’ve gotta tell me! I know all the ins and outs of this pack. Depending on who it is, I could probably give you some insights—whether they're a catch or a red flag, especially if you feel they could be the one." Your enthusiasm prompted Yunjin to consider sharing, and as you leaned in, she relented.

"Alright, alright I guess it wouldn't hurt to get some female insight, but since the first time you introduced us, I think I've kind of felt something with Yeonjun." Her words hit you with unexpected force, instantly hardening your face. 

Despite witnessing their interactions with one another earlier, it was apparent that you had been more preoccupied with your own infatuations for the older boy that you hadn’t even had the chance to realize the possibility of her attraction towards him– the very person you had been secretly in love with for what felt like an eternity. 

She remained oblivious to the quick shift in your expression as she carried on. "Like I said, it's definitely too early to make any conclusions, but I genuinely believe there's something special with him. Even today, running into him had my wolf practically giddy, and that has to mean something, right? Every time we bump into each other, which seems to happen a lot lately, we just click effortlessly and I just feel like I could talk to him for hours. He's so cute, and I kind of sense he might be dropping hints of interest, so fingers crossed, right?" Her animated enthusiasm while discussing the boy tugged at your heartstrings, filling you with a sense of despair.

"Yeah, he's a great guy," you managed to mumble, though the green monster of jealousy began to rear its head within you. "Just be cautious, though. Yeonjun is a fantastic guy, but his reputation with girls isn't the best. He's known in the pack as a bit of a flirt, and he hasn't really had many long-term relationships. Honestly, there have been plenty of girls who've come and gone, so I just don't want to see you get hurt by him."

Your words weren't entirely false; Yeonjun did have a bit of a player reputation within your community, but it wasn't as extreme as you portrayed it. It had mostly been a phase during his high school and early college years. Now that he was out of school, he appeared to have matured and settled down. Nonetheless, it had been a while since you'd seen him seriously involved with anyone, so witnessing his connection with Yunjin had you wanting to go back home and cry. 

Her expression briefly faltered, but a determined smile soon replaced it. "Well, maybe he just hasn't met the right person yet! Thanks for the heads-up on his past, but I'm not easily discouraged. Honestly, it's better than hearing he's an asshole or mistreats girls. Who knows, maybe I'll be the one to change him!"

"Well, there are plenty of other great guys in the pack you might not have had a chance to get to know yet. Keeping your options open might not be a bad idea, especially since you mentioned you're not in a rush to mate. You know Beomgyu, right? He's an awesome guy, and I think you two would really hit it off. Actually, let’s go find him!" Without waiting for her response, you eagerly take her hand and lead her back to your group.

But as you returned to the group, your intentions to subtly steer her closer to Beomgyu were abruptly interrupted by Yeonjun's appearance. "Hey, I was looking for you. I found the guys I mentioned earlier and I want to introduce you to them," he said, his focus solely on Yunjin as he guided her away from you, towards his friends who were on the dance floor, making you feel invisible in the process. The way he looked towards Yunjin confirmed everything you needed to know.  

Beomgyu appeared engrossed in an animated conversation with Taehyun and Jeongin when you hurried back to the group. Without a moment's hesitation, you seized his hand and pulled him away from the others, heading back toward the bar with a sense of urgency in your steps.

"What the fu��" Beomgyu began, but he stopped short as he took in your distressed expression.

"I think Yeonjun is Yunjin's mate," was all you managed to say before tears you had been suppressing welled up and trickled down your cheeks.

To outsiders, it might seem overly dramatic to cry over a guy, but Yeonjun wasn't just any guy to you. He was the one you had been in love with for as long as you could remember, and now it felt like your world was crashing down. You might have been labeled naive or unrealistic, but that didn't change the fact that it hurt like hell. Witnessing Yeonjun's face light up in a way you'd never seen before, all because of a girl who wasn't you, was a heart-wrenching reality. Beomgyu seemed to grasp this as he reached out, pulling you into his arms.

"How do you know? Did she say something?" Beomgyu's usual teasing tone, often centered around your crush on his brother, disappeared. He now spoke with genuine concern, understanding the depth of your feelings for Yeonjun.

All you could manage was a nod against Beomgyu's warm chest. The two of you remained in that embrace for a minute, an unusual scene not just because it was unprecedented between you two but also because it was happening in the middle of a club.

Finally, you stepped away from the hug, your eyes, which were gradually drying, locked onto Beomgyu. "She mentioned feeling a connection with him since the first day they met. She even said she thinks he might be her mate. But I wasn't sure until I saw how he looked at her. He's never looked at me like that. I'm sorry, Beomgyu. I really tried to tell her about you, but it seems like she's only got Yeonjun on her mind."

Beomgyu's response was unexpectedly understanding. "No, no, don't apologize. It's totally fine. If anything, I'm the one who should say sorry. I dragged you here today, and it's clear that your feelings for Yeonjun are on a whole different level than the physical attraction I had with Yunjin. I'm sorry about all of this, Y/N," he added, shaking his head.

"Hey, let's grab a drink and talk about something else. We're already here, so we might as well make the most of it and distract ourselves from those two." The idea of shifting your focus away from what had just transpired was a welcomed one, and you didn't hesitate to nod your head to accept his offer.

It all began quite mildly with vodka lemonades, but it quickly escalated into a flurry of shots, with each one sliding down your throat. Before you knew it, you found yourself intoxicated beyond your usual limits, a sensation that didn't bother you in the least. Beomgyu was on the same wild ride, and it seemed that both of you were in a state of inebriation that you rarely reached.

The club's atmosphere was electric, with the deep bass of the music reverberating inside you. Your sweaty bodies drew nearer and nearer to each other, and soon, you felt as though you were moving as one. It was a level of closeness you had never experienced with Beomgyu as you had never seen him in a romantic light. Undeniably, he was one of the most attractive people you knew (the entire Choi family seemed blessed in that department), but your heart had always belonged to the eldest Choi brother. However, in this moment, with a shattered heart and a new perspective, your childhood friend had taken on an entirely different allure which definitely explained the position you were currently in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You were practically screaming as Beomgyu increased the speed of his thrusts. 

Having sex in a grimy club’s bathroom with your next-door neighbor was definitely the last thing you expected this night to take you, but here you were with your pants down panting into Beomgyu’s mouth as you felt all of him inside you. 

While you weren’t practically sure when you moved from dancing on the dance floor to fucking in the bathroom, you definitely didn’t mind though, as you were getting your mind absolutely fucked out. You weren’t sure if it was the multitude of alcohol you had consumed or the after-effects of finding out about Yunjin and Yeonjun’s connection with one another, but your body seemed to be at an extreme high with the way you were feeling Beomgyu everywhere on your body. It was different from any other sexual experience you’ve had with other wolves and the way your body responded to his was automatic, as if you were perfectly tailored for him and him only.  

With one hand on your breast, while the other was in your hair, pulling your head back to get easier access to your neck, Beomgyu also couldn’t help but feel a similar high. He’d never thought that seeing your fucked out expressions under him would give him this amount of pleasure, but now that he’s experienced it, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to stop thinking about it. You felt perfect around him and smelled so enticing, it was stirring his wolf to absolute madness. No matter how deeply he attempted to bury his nose in your throat, it was not enough. His wolf was screaming for something more. He needed to taste you and he knew exactly what he needed to do. 

Pain exploded within you while you reached your peak and the the dynamic between pleasure and pain was almost too much for you as you felt your knees buckling while you felt yourself sliding down the stall’s door before Beomgyu caught you. 

Without hesitation, Beomgyu had bit you right where your shoulders and neck met, ensuring his claim on you. And before you could process what was happening, your wolf took over to reciprocate the act, completing the mating process. 

A lingering pain held you both in place, your teeth still sunk into each other's skin. Then, like a sudden, undeniable realization, it hit you with the force of a freight train. You and Beomgyu had just marked each other, forging an irreversible connection that would permanently link your fates.

Beomgyu still seemed to be in a daze, his bite unrelenting, and panic coursed through your intoxicated body. With a sudden burst of force, you pushed him away, and at last, he released his grip. As he took in your disheveled appearance and the newly marked skin, the weight of his actions seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks, his eyes widening in realization.

"Fuck! What the hell did we just do?" you screamed at him, hastily pulling up your pants and bolting out of the stall. Beomgyu followed, his words stuttering in his panic. "I-I don't know, shit!"

You dashed to the mirror, inspecting your neck, and what you saw made your heart sink. The bite was deep, and you could make out every detail of his teeth. A trickle of blood ran down your shoulder, and you winced in pain as you carefully traced the mark. Turning around, you pulled his shirt to the side to examine his neck, finding an almost identical bite mark, mirroring your own. There was no denying that the two of you had permanently claimed each other.

Panic was overwhelming, and the alcohol only added to the haze that clouded your thoughts. You rushed out of the bathroom with Beomgyu hot on your heels, shouting your name as you weaved your way through the growing mass of dancing bodies, which seemed to have multiplied in the last hour.

Your desperate attempt to reach the front door came to an abrupt halt when you accidentally collided with the last thing you needed to see tonight. Before you could turn and find another route, you found yourself facing the one scene that would shatter your already fragile state.

Yeonjun and Yunjin were passionately entwined on the dance floor, their lips locked in a heated kiss. Before you could react, they both noticed your distressed presence. "Y/N?" Yunjin called out.

Overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions and events, you couldn't fully deduce on how to react, and you felt your eyes burning as tears blurred your vision. Beomgyu had finally caught up to you, but his arrival only served to intensify the situation. Yeonjun, with his keen senses, quickly picked up on the extremely potent mix of your and Beomgyu's scents that wafted in the air, which were a telltale sign of what the two of you had been up to. His eyes zeroed in on the glaringly obvious marks adorning your bodies, and it didn't take long for all hell to break loose.

The four of you, engulfed in a mix of panic and anxiety, made your way back to your house, with Yeonjun demanding answers (mostly from his brother) and Yunjin attempting to soothe your distress. The pack house soon descended into chaos as the news of the marked bonds and the events at the club spread like wildfire, rousing everyone from their beds. Elders were urgently summoned to the house, while your parents anxiously paced, demanding answers from you and Beomgyu.

The two of you sat on the living room couch, with Beomgyu providing a more coherent account of the events (with many details omitted), while you remained in a trance, barely able to respond to anyone. Yunjin stayed by your side, holding your hand in a gesture of comfort, though it provided little solace amid the overwhelming situation.

"It appears that what has been done cannot be undone, especially considering the mating ceremony appears to have been finalized. I am afraid that the two of you are now bound for life. I'm sorry, but I believe there's little if anything, we can do about the situation." Elder Kwan finally concluded after what felt like an interminable wait for the Elders and your parents to reach a resolution.

"In a way, it might be comforting to know that the Moon Goddess is never wrong in her pairings. So, regardless of the circumstances, it appears that the two of you were destined to be mated. I understand you're both quite young, and it's not typical for wolves your age to be mated, but it was inevitable. Congratulations," Elder Lim added, and with that, everyone except your parents began to make their way out of the house.

Five days had passed since that life-altering night. Five days since you had last seen Beomgyu and five days since you had left your room.

"Miserable" hardly covered the depths of despair you found yourself in. Countless people had come by your house since the news of your newly mated status had spread, but you remained invisible to them all.

Initially, after the elders had delivered their verdict, your father had nearly lost control. He had launched accusations and screams at Beomgyu, accusing him of coercing you into this situation. However, you had sternly explained to your father that you were equally responsible for what had occurred, and that had managed to calm him down. Still, he struggled to approach you. However, you couldn't really blame him, as he had received no warning that you had even found your mate before you arrived home fully mated and marked. Your mother, on the other hand, was more sympathetic to your plight and made efforts to coax you out of your depressive state.

"Honey, you have to go see him. I know you're hurting inside, and staying cooped up in your room isn't helping anyone," she urged, fully aware of your inner turmoil. Your wolf had been howling for its mate since you separated from Beomgyu, and she was beyond furious with you for keeping her away from her mate as she was now unresponsive.

"I can't," you muttered, shaking your head.

She sighed and ran her fingers through your hair, attempting to provide some comfort. "Well, at least go see Taehyun. He's been here every day, and I can't keep turning him away. He's worried sick about you."

You were aware that Taehyun had been coming over daily to check on you, and while you felt terrible for ignoring him and the rest of your friends, you hadn't had the courage to face anyone during the past few days.

“C’mon, he’s right next door. He’s your best friend, maybe you’ll feel better getting out of your room and seeing him. It’ll get your mind off of everything, Y/N, it’s not healthy bottling all of this in.” 

Your mother's persuasive words finally prompted you to reach for the front door of your house. As you stepped outside, a wave of regret washed over you. Beomgyu's scent was the first thing that hit you, an intoxicating blend of cinnamon and wood that made your body hyperaware, almost weakening your knees. 

Beomgyu was about to get into his car when he spotted you emerging from your house. Five days had felt like an eternity for his wolf, and just the sight of you had him jumping with excitement. An awkward silence settled as the two of you locked eyes, and your gaze was drawn to the very visible mark on his neck, an immediate reminder.

"Y/N..." Beomgyu began, but the words seemed to escape him, and he didn't know how to continue.

Your wolf, who had been avoiding you and resisting your attempts to connect, suddenly sensed Beomgyu's presence and started to stir, eager for you to reach out to him and reconnect her to his wolf.

"Hey, Beomgyu," you managed to say, your voice trembling with the tension between you and Beomgyu.

"I'm sorry," you both blurted out simultaneously, heightening the awkwardness. Beomgyu decided to bridge the gap between you by moving closer.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Beomgyu's voice held a sincere tone, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

You shake your head, knowing fully that none of this was his fault alone. “No, don’t be sorry, we both did this to us. If anything, I’m sorry for shutting you out, I just needed some time. I’m sure your wolf was losing his mind.” 

He nodded and offered a small smile. "I get it. Everything happened so fast. I don't blame you for needing some time away to process everything. Are you okay?"

This time, it was your turn to nod. "I guess. It's still hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that you're my mate. But, like Elder Lim said, it was bound to happen anyway, so there’s no point in resisting it."

"I'm really sorry about Yeonjun," Beomgyu said, feeling a twinge, knowing his mate previously held deep feelings for his brother and hoped to be mated to him. "I know I probably wasn't the Choi brother you were hoping for, but I understand how much you liked him. You'll need time to get over that."

Seeing Beomgyu in such a mellowed-out state was odd. Since you were young, Beomgyu had been known as the mischievous pup of the pack. Most wolves typically outgrew that role, but he seemed to carry it with him even to this day, which was one of the reasons you had difficulty seeing him as mate material. To witness this more restrained side of him was almost unfamiliar.

"Yeah, thanks. I mean, seeing Yeonjun with Yunjin and then immediately getting with you definitely forced me to move on quick," you acknowledged. Still, a lingering question had been eating at you and had contributed to your recent depressive episode.

"Do you feel it?" you asked Beomgyu, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Feel what?" He was clearly puzzled.

"The connection. We've been told our whole lives that when we meet our mate and become mated, we'll experience this indescribable link that makes us feel complete. I don't know if knowing you my entire life has dulled that rush of feelings that most mates have. While I definitely feel my wolf yearning to be with you constantly, aside from that, I don't really feel anything. I'm sorry for being so upfront, but I need to know if I'm the only one feeling this way, and if it's my issue, or if you're going through the same thing?" Your candidness left Beomgyu quiet for a moment, and you instantly regretted it. Your wolf chastised you, and now you were panicking, worrying that you had been too blunt and might have hurt his feelings.

You’ve made him mad and now he’s not going to want us anymore. After five torturous days of not being able to be with him, the second we’re reunited, you’ve fucked it all up. 

Before you could react and apologize to rectify the situation, Beomgyu spoke up and you felt your heart drop. "I don't feel it either."

His admission cut deep, and you felt a pang of hurt. Even though you had admitted that you didn't feel a strong connection with him, it still stung to know that your mate, to whom you were now permanently bound, didn't desire you in the same way that most mates did. You wondered if the elders were wrong, and perhaps this union wasn't truly meant to be.

"Fuck," you muttered, letting out a deep sigh. You were at a loss for what to do now and wanted to crawl back into your bed.

"But I don't think that necessarily means we're doomed," Beomgyu continued. "I believe in what the elders said, and I don't think being mated to you was a mistake. My wolf was driving me insane because we were apart," he admitted, and you nodded in agreement. "While we personally might not feel it yet, I think it's a good sign that at least our wolves are sensing the connection. We probably need some time, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes for us to make this work."

His words instantly provided you with a sense of comfort. Knowing that he was taking the situation seriously and was willing to put in the effort gave you hope. But it was still a bit disheartening to realize that you had to work on developing the connection with him that other mates seemed to naturally have. 

Why couldn't things be easier for you like you were raised to believe they would be?

A month had passed, and you and Beomgyu had more or less fully accepted your situation. The pack had moved on from their initial curiosity and nosy questions, finding other topics to focus on. Gossips about your status and unconventional mating circumstances had faded away, allowing you a bit more peace.

Most days, you found yourself in the company of Beomgyu, attempting to forge some kind of bond. While the effort felt forced at times, you were determined to create a connection, if only to alleviate the persistent fear that you might never truly connect with him. Despite spending time together, it seemed that the two of you had yet to break through anything beyond the surface level.

“Take it, take it like the slut you are.” 

In truth, any attempts to cultivate a deeper, more complex relationship between you and Beomgyu, that extended beyond being family friends, often got derailed by your strong physical bond, or rather, just horniness (seriously you felt like a teenager again with the constant need to take each other’s clothes off). The irresistible need to be intimate often overshadowed the potential for emotional depth, leaving your efforts to form a more meaningful connection feeling like a constant struggle against the physical desires that seemed to take precedence. In other words, it was now really fucking getting on both of your nerves. 

Like, of course, you were aware and taught that mated wolves, especially newly mated ones, carried a need to be around one another and to breed as it was instinctual for your wolves to create offspring, you never would have guessed it’d come down to the constant need of being filled by him 24/7. 

“Shit!” You had been screaming in pleasure for a couple of hours by now and it seemed like there was no indication that you nor Beomgyu were ready to be stopping anytime soon. Stamina like this seemed to also be a gift that came with your newly mated status.

“Beomgyu please, please, please!” You chanted as you clawed at the sheets. 

Your once perfectly made face was now absolutely soiled as remnants of mascara, sweat, spit, cum, and tears were littered all across. Honestly, you couldn’t have been more grateful that your parents were away on an important trip outside of town with Beomgyu’s parents. There was no doubt in your mind that your poor mother (his too) would drop dead the second she got wind of how you had been spending the last few days.

“Keep fucking you yet you stay tight as a virgin like you were perfectly made for me and only me,” Beomgyu growled out as his hips snapped harder from behind you while his grip tightened. There were no doubt bruises in the shape of his fingers were forming around your waist.

You knew you were closing in on your third orgasm of the night as you felt the splintering sensation you were very well aware of reaching its boiling point. And as if he knew, a pinch to your clit was all it took for you to be crumbling down. Lightheadedness instantly came as everything around you seemed to turn white and you knew your body went limp, but that of course was no deterrent for Beomgyu as he continued to pound himself into you before finally reaching his peak. 

Pulsing inside of you, you felt the familiar ache of your walls expanding as Beomgyu came. His dick continued to swell past its normal size as ropes of his cum continued to paint your walls. Your soft whines and his deep pants were now all that filled the room.

“Fuck, sorry I don’t think it’s going down anytime soon, hold on.” Beomgyu adjusts you to where the two of you can comfortably lay on your sides whilst waiting for his knot to go down.

With how much he came (so much that even with the knot, his semen escaped down your thighs) and with how tightly he was plugging you, there was no doubt in mind that your wolves were making it their mission to have you bred as soon as possible.  

Suddenly bangs rained down Beomgyu’s door. Instantly you jolted at the unexpected intrusion which had you clenching around Beomgyu’s still rock-hard cock pulling a groan out of him. “Are you two fucking done now? Jesus Christ other people live here selfish bastards!” 

Clearly too occupied by your pleasures, the two of you must have not heard anyone else coming into the house. 

“Fuck off Soobin!” Beomgyu yells in response to his older brother as your face heats up at the realization that he’d probably heard everything.

“You think he heard everything?” You try to turn your head towards Beomgyu as you ask, but quickly realize the position the two of you were in wouldn’t allow you to face him.

His knot still felt like it wouldn’t be going down anytime soon which meant the two of you were stuck in a spooning position for a bit. 

"Probably, but I don't care. It's Soobin; I've caught him with Chaewon more times than I'd have wanted to, so he's in no position to bitch." His voice is muffled as he nuzzles his face deeper into your hair and neck.

After what seemed like an eternity, likely the longest it's ever taken for his knot to go down, the two of you finally managed to detach and clean yourselves up a bit before bracing yourselves and leaving the room.

Of course, the second your feet hit the bottom of the stairs, your embarrassment tripled as you realized it wasn’t just Soobin present in the house.

“Y/N!” Yunjin's excited voice greets you as she runs up to give you a hug.

You hadn't seen her since the night at the club, and while you hadn’t intentionally avoided her, the part of you that wasn’t quite ready to face her yet lingered beneath the surface. It wasn’t her fault for what had transpired; she had no inkling of your feelings for Yeonjun (which she still didn’t know) and had no say in choosing her mate, just like you. However, witnessing her with Yeonjun only solidified your own emotional hurt. 

Over the course of the month, you learned from Taehyun that she and Yeonjun had decided to get together, though taking it slow and not rushing into mating. But nevertheless, it seemed that they (along with everyone in the pack) were well aware that they were indeed true mates, confirmed by the elders just as you and Beomgyu had been.

“Hey, Yunjin how’s it been?” You reciprocated the hug nevertheless though as she was still your friend, but over her shoulder you got a glimpse of Yeonjun and the sadness in your heart that you’d been working hard to mend seemed to ached a little.

He looked good. Great even, which you decided to attribute to finding his mate. There was almost a bright glow around him and he just looked so happy. They hadn’t even been mated yet and Yunjin was already making him light up like that.

She responded to you, but your mind was elsewhere as you looked at Beomgyu, who was bickering with Soobin about something. He didn’t look any different. Where was his glow? Frowning at the realization that yet again there was another thing that you and Beomgyu’s relationship lacked in comparison to others.

Chaewon must have noticed how you had suddenly gotten upset as she interjected herself between you and Yunjin cutting the other girl off. “Hey, so sorry Yunjin, but I totally forgot I have to ask Y/N about something.” And she took your arm and dragged you away to the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Chaewon enveloped you in a hug, offering comfort. “You okay?”

You sighed deeply, sinking into her embrace. “I think something's wrong with me. Something’s not right with me and Beomgyu.”

This admission was the first time you vocalized your concerns. For a month, you’d kept it hidden, not disclosing it to anyone, not even Taehyun or your parents. It was a weight you carried, feeling like a failure—a broken wolf.

Chaewon pulled away slightly, a mix of concern and confusion on her face. “What do you mean? I thought things were going okay. I mean, we all heard you two upstairs.”

You shut your eyes tightly, fighting back tears, shaking your head with a sense of dejection. You were beyond feeling embarrassed at what they probably heard. “That's the issue. It’s purely physical between us. Every time we’re together, it’s just about that, but beyond fucking, there’s nothing. He’s still just the Beomgyu I grew up next door to, not my mate, not the love of my life.”

Her gaze softened, understanding the gravity of your words. Mates sharing a deep connection was foundational, and your experience seemed to deviate from that norm. No wolf was ever taught that there was a possibility of what you and Beomgyu currently had. 

“Oh sweetie,” Chaewon dragged you into a tight hug again. “Have you talked to Beomgyu about this?”

You affirmed with a nod, "Yes, we're both aware that something isn't right, and we're genuinely making an effort. We spend time together almost every day, trying to bridge the gap, but it's been a month and we haven't felt any change."

The two of you stayed in a comforting silence, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry," Chaewon's words carried genuine empathy. "I'm sorry about Yeonjun too. I know how much you liked him. We all did, and it wasn’t in a childish crush way. We all saw your feelings were real. I'm truly sorry for everything that has happened in the past month."

You've felt like all you've done for the past month was cry, and you despised it. Yet, as Chaewon spoke, tears still found their way down your cheeks. While you appreciated everyone's sympathy, a part of you wished those words could make a difference.

"Thank you, really. I just feel terrible that Yunjin’s kept in the dark about everything. I'm not deliberately avoiding her or holding any anger toward her. It's just that I need some time. Seeing her with him hurts a lot and it adds to the strain I feel about everything with Beomgyu. It's nobody's fault." You sniffled, pulling back slightly to wipe away your tears. Yeonjun was never yours to begin with, yet why did his presence still hold such a grip on you, even after finding your mate?

“Have you talked to anyone else about this?” Chaewon inquired, and you shook your head in response.

“I think it’ll really help to talk to Taehyun. He always knows how to make you feel better,” she suggested, her understanding evident. Taehyun was your best friend, and at this point, you felt unable to keep everything bottled up. You longed for the comfort only your best friend could offer.

With a nod at her suggestion, you decided, “You’re right, I think I’m gonna go there right now.”

With that, you attempted to compose yourself, ensuring you didn’t look like you'd been crying, and together, you both headed back out to rejoin the group.

"Hey guys, I think I’m going to head back. I need to do something," you announced to the group, who seemed engrossed in watching something on TV.

“Are you sure? We just put something on. We were thinking of maybe a movie night?” Yeonjun’s voice almost tempted you to stay, but you resolutely shook your head.

“I’m sorry, guys, maybe next time?” You hoped this would appease them as you exchanged another hug with Yunjin who genuinely seemed disappointed that you had to leave so soon before bidding them goodbye.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Beomgyu offered, rising from the couch, and together, you both began heading towards the front door.

“Are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern as you started putting your shoes on, he could tell that you'd been crying.

“Yeah, I just need to talk to Taehyun about something,” you responded. 

He noded, but before you could turn the handle, he reached out, taking your hand. As you turned to face him, he gently cupped your face in his hands and gave you a small kiss.

“Just call me if you need anything, okay? I don’t want to pry or anything, but I can feel how heavy your heart is,” he said softly. Your eyes widened slightly at the confession, but you decided against saying anything and just gave him a single nod before opening the door.

Chaewon's advice definitely seemed to help, as confiding in Taehyun turned out to be exactly what you needed. He attentively absorbed every detail as you poured your heart out to him. Initially, he was upset that you hadn't sought his support earlier, leaving you to face everything alone. Yet, he swiftly took it upon himself to lift your spirits. The next day, he suggested a trip downtown, which was only just outside of your pack’s territory. This seemed to work wonders, as genuine laughter bubbled up from within you—something that had been rare lately. Sharing an ice cream with Taehyun, you both joyfully wandered around, enjoying each other's company.

The weather was scorching hot, and even in your minimal attire of a thin tube top and shorts, sweat was trickling down your neck. It was the first time you hadn't felt self-conscious about displaying your mark, and you were glad you'd decided to change into what you were wearing now instead of the thicker and longer shirt that would have covered it.

"Hey, let's head over there. Didn't you mention you still needed to get something for Chaewon’s birthday?" you suggested, tossing out your empty ice cream cups before leading Taehyun towards a small shop. However, as you reached for the door, it swung open abruptly, knocking you down with force.

"Fuck," you groaned as pain shot through your bottom from landing on it. Taehyun rushed over to help you up, but before he could reach you, a hand extended in front of you. Looking up, you met the gaze of a good-looking boy about your age. You decided to take his hand, allowing him to assist you to your feet.

"I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize someone was behind the door. Are you alright?" His voice was filled with genuine concern, but his unfamiliar scent put your wolf on edge.

As you're about to respond, Taehyun interrupted, examining you to ensure you were not seriously hurt. "You good?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured him. Turning back to the stranger, you offered a smile. "You're good, it's not your fault. You couldn't have known someone was behind the door." Your smile aimed to reassure him.

"I still feel terrible. Can I do something to make it up to you?" His offer seemed polite, but something about his demeanor raised your guard, and you quickly declined with a shake of your head.

“No, I’m fine, seriously. Don’t worry about it!” You forced another smile, eager to leave the situation and enter the store.

“Can I at least get your name? I’m Wonbin. I’m new around town, so maybe I’ll see you again?” His insistence was making you more uncomfortable, and your wolf was now screaming at you to distance yourself from this stranger.

Taehyun from the side could see the lingering looks that Wonbin was giving you that was obviously making you increasingly uncomfortable so he stepped in, creating space between you and Wonbin. “Back off, man. Can’t you see she’s already claimed?” He pointed to your neck, where your mark was visibly displayed. 

Though Wonbin's eyebrows twitched at Taehyun’s assertive comment, he quickly returned to a friendly demeanor. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize you were her mate.”

“We’re just friends, but her mate wouldn’t be pleased to know you were hitting on her like that.” Taehyun's tone lacked warmth, and although you and Beomgyu were dealing with your issues, Taehyun was right—Beomgyu definitely wouldn’t appreciate someone else showing interest in you.

Despite Taehyun's words, Wonbin remained unaffected, shamelessly continuing to look you over, making you regret your choice of clothing. His previously friendly smile now twisted into more of a smirk, worsening your anxiety. It was clear that even knowing you were already claimed didn't deter his interest in you.

 “Well, just so you know, If I were her mate, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight. You never know what dangers are lurking around, waiting for the right chance.” Wonbin gave you one last look before walking away, leaving you with a chill running down your back.

You hadn’t felt this type of fear in a while and one thing was for sure— there was nothing friendly about him, and you sensed that you’d now been singled out as a target.

The moment you returned from your trip to town with Taehyun, an urgency drove you straight to Beomgyu's doorstep. Your body acted before your mind, taking you to his house and knocking before you even registered your actions. Your wolf, still reeling from the unsettling encounter with the stranger, sought comfort and solace from Beomgyu's wolf.

"Hey, I didn’t know you were coming over–" Beomgyu's greeting faltered as he observed your distressed state. His concern was evident as he furrowed his brows. "What’s wrong? Did something happen?"

Without uttering a word, you sought refuge in his embrace, initiating a deep hug that immediately brought a sense of relief. The whole experience had left you deeply unsettled. In the past, such attention from a stranger might have been flattering or easily dismissed. However, everything had changed since discovering your mate. The incident made you feel queasy, and the only solace you sought was from your mate's comforting presence.

Your voice muffled against his chest as you responded, "There was a wolf."

Beomgyu's body tensed in response. "What? Who was it? What did they do? You’re not hurt, are you?" He gently pulled away from the hug to check for any signs of injury.

“No, he didn’t hurt me, but I've never felt this uncomfortable before. He claimed to be new in town so I didn’t recognize his scent, but beyond that he just seemed off. Even with Taehyun there, I felt unsafe. It’s like something was off, and it’s making my wolf extremely uneasy. I don’t know if it’s because I’m mated to you now that any unfamiliar wolves set her on edge, but it wasn’t a good feeling,” you explained truthfully. You knew Beomgyu would eventually pry it out of you or find out from Taehyun so hiding it would serve no purpose.

As Beomgyu's body emanated more heat, you sensed a surge of anger brewing within him. It was as if your own emotions were mirroring his, an unfamiliar sensation.

“Fucking hell, I should’ve been there with you,” Beomgyu's wolf angrily chastised him, irritated at not being there to protect you.

Shaking your head, you replied, “He didn’t actually do anything. Taehyun made sure of it, and I don’t think he had violent intentions, but he made me extremely uneasy.”

“Who was it? He should've known you're already mine, your mark’s on full display and there’s no way he couldn’t smell me all over you. Fucking douche,” Beomgyu's readiness to confront the situation was palpable, but you swiftly placed your hand on his chest, urging him to stop.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m here in your arms right now, and I already feel better. All I need is you to be here with me,” you assured him. 

The unease had dissolved from within you, and you had a feeling it vanished the moment you were enveloped in his embrace. Your wolf found solace in knowing that safety lay where your other half resided. For the past month, you hadn't entirely found relief in Beomgyu despite knowing he was your mate. However, in this time of distress, you felt a sense of safety in him.

“Are you sure?” Beomgyu was still upset that an unknown wolf had made you so uncomfortable, but your reassuring gaze calmed him.

“I promise. All I want is you right now,” you tenderly said, leaning in to connect your lips before he could respond.

You could still feel his anger but as he slowly moved his lips against yours, reciprocating your action, it seemed to be overtaken by a stronger emotion that indicated that he wanted you just as much as you did. 

Quickly, the two of you wasted no time going up to his room and the second his door slammed, you were stripping out of your clothes. 

“Shit, baby everytime I see you I can’t believe how fucking perfect you are,” he cupped one of your breasts in his hands pinching at your bud releasing a moan out of you. 

“Says you.” You responded before reconnecting your lips together. 

As the two of you fought for dominance with your tongues clashing against each other, you helped him undress. Hands quickly reached down to his pants and with one swift motion you push his pants along with his undwear down while he swiftly took his shirt off. Lips attached again and your hand reached down to touch his hardened cock. Swiping your thumb against his head and spreading his pre-cum around the shaft as you wrapped your hand around his member, before giving it a good jerk. He hissed.

“Fuck, your hands are so soft.” As your hands tugged at his dick at a faster pace his lips attatched to your neck kissing over the mark that he was responsible for. It was a spot that was much more sensitive than anywhere else and you shuddered.

“I need you so bad,” you whimpered as he lapped over and over at your mark, making you pant. You knew he was making an emphasis on covering you with his scent due to what happened today. 

With your whine you were pushed back into his bed and Beomgyu’s hands grabbed ahold of your thighs keeping them open. You knew you were incredibly wet and the sight of Beomgyu before you had you growing even more inceasingly so. He started slow on your thighs, kissing the insides of them, but it wasn’t enough.

“Beomgyu, please.” You begged wanting more than what he was teasing. 

“Use your words princess, what do you need?” You knew he was dragging this on as he loved seeing you beg. 

“Please, I need your mouth,” you begged again. At this point, you knew you had to be dripping and you were growing increasingly frustrated. He was kissing and lapping at everywhere but where you needed him most.

His hot breath ghosted over your core and you shuddered. “I think you’re going to need to be more specific than that.” He was toying with you and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, I need your mouth on my clit,” you finally gave in and you could see him smirk in satisfaction before diving in. 

Like a starved man, Beomgyu doesn’t hold back as he devoured your pussy. Your back arched as all sound from you seems to have been dissipated due to the overwhelming pleasure you were instantaneously given. His tongue gracefully lapped at your slit, parting your lips as his nose buried itself into your clit. 

“Fuck,” is all you could manage as your hands reached for his hair, pushing him deeper into your core.

As he continued to make out with your pussy, his finger made its way inside of you and slowly started puming in and out. The sounds you were making were music to his ears, encouraging him to continue adding another finger and slowly start increasing the speed of which his fingers were fucking you. His lips were now wrapped around your clit and you knew you were so close to reaching your peak. 

“I’m so close,” you mewled out as you felt the familiar feeling rippling within you. And before you knew it the hot blinding light exploded as you loudly moaned his name. 

You could see even in the dim light Beomgyu’s lower face glistening, covered in your release as he gave you a smile. Climbing up the bed he hovered over you and leaned in for a kiss and despite just having an orgasm, your body was screaming for another as your tongues clashed with each other. His hardened dick was felt against your stomach before he reached down to line himself with your drenched pussy. 

He rubbed himself against your slit, covering his length in your juices before fully inserting himself in you. 

“Fuck,” he hissed and without giving you a second to adjust, he pummeled himself in and out of you. 

You were sensitive from your previous orgasm, but you couldn’t care less when the pleasure you were experiencing was the only important thing in your mind. His thick cock was bruising your cervix as he wasn’t holding back, using the strength of his wolf to his advantage. 

“Shit, Beomgyu! You’re so deep right now,” you wailed out as you held tight to his shoulders. His headboard was banging into his walls as Beomgyu moved at an unstoppable pace. 

“Yeah, feel me here?” He gave you an almost smug look before pressing a hand down on your stomach, right where his cock was slightly bulging out from. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You screamed out, raking your fingernail deep into his back. 

He grabbed one of your legs and pulled it up, hooking it on his shoulders and as if it was possible, you felt him even deeper within you. Tears were forming in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling and with the change of position, he seemed to be thrusting even harder and faster in you. 

“My pretty cock hungry mate. No one can fuck you like I can, can they?” You shook your head.

“No, only you!” You cried out. You could feel yourself once again getting close to reaching that peak.

“Fuck, you feel so good, should just breed you full of my pups.” Beomgyu panted out as one of his hands made its way around your neck. “Maybe then all these other wolves will know you’re mine and mine alone.”

“Please, Beomgyu! Please breed me!” The fingers wrapped around your throat squeezed just the right amount and you knew you had just reached your peak. As if someone had cut out all noise, a ringing in your ears was all you could hear while your eyes rolled to the back of your head while you let out a sob. 

Beomgyu panted above you as he animalisticly snapped his hips into yours and before you knew it, you felt warm spurts of his cum coating your insides as the familiar swell of his cock started to expand your walls. “Fuck!”

His body collapsed on top of yours, sweat mixing with one another's as the two of you attempted to catch your breath. 

"You're fucking incredible," Beomgyu panted out before planting a kiss on your forehead.

His compliment made your face hot, and for the first time in your relationship, warmth spread through your heart. The flutter of butterflies in your stomach made you break into a smile, it was something you could easily get used to.

"Y/N, you gotta wake up right now," your eyes fluttered open at the your mom’s voice. It couldn’t possibly be morning already.

"What’s happening?" You asked, still half-asleep and trying to process.

"It's serious. Y/N, hurry up and get dressed," the urgency in your mom's tone jolted you awake; you could sense something had happened.

“What’s wrong?” You tore the covers off, scrambling out of bed. Though still drowsy, you were more alert, grasping the urgency once you caught a better look at your mom's furrowed brows and the scent of her almost panicked state.

You hastily threw on whatever clothes were within reach, disregarding your appearance, as you hurriedly followed your mom. She hadn’t explained the urgency behind dragging you out of bed in what still appeared to be the dead of night, judging by the darkness outside your windows.

“Come on, everyone’s at the pack house.” Her statement heightened your worry.

Upon entering the grand house, your senses were immediately assaulted by a wave of intense emotions. It seemed every significant pack member had gathered, their expressions lacking the usual hope. Your eyes sought out Beomgyu, and without hearing a word, you sensed his seething anger. It felt as though the heat of his fury was emanating through your body, causing your wolf to whimper in concern, fearful of what might have happened. 

“Apologies for summoning you in the middle of the night, but an urgent matter has arisen that allows us no time,” the Alpha addressed you, attempting to maintain his customary warmth. Yet, even he, never known for a quick temper, struggled to contain his anger.

“What’s happening?” Confusion and concern intensified within you.

“Did you happen to come into contact with a wolf not familiar to our pack recently?” Your body tensed, a sinking feeling dawning upon you.

You nodded, prompting a heavy sigh from your father and a deeper furrow of anger in Beomgyu’s brows. You could feel he was inches away from snapping. 

“He's the son of the Alpha from the pack we've been having border issues with. As you know, their aggressive advances toward our territory have caused us much trouble. Tonight, their Alpha visited me. The wolf you met has claimed you as his mate and is challenging Beomgyu for you.” Your wolf, previously attempting to stave off full panic, was now in a state of distress at the Alpha’s revelation.

Scanning the room, you sought confirmation from the others, hoping the Alpha's words were a joke, but the serious expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation. Even Yeonjun and Soobin, typically lighthearted, wore stern expressions that also seemed to showcase anger, affirming the truth in the Alpha's words.

“That bastard is trying to rip you away from me, daring to claim you as his true mate despite knowing he’s absolutely irrelevant to you,” Beomgyu's rage surged, an overwhelming force that felt utterly foreign and shocking. It was so intense, you were sure you could almost feel your body resonating with his, flames of anger igniting within.

“I’m going to fucking kill him. How dare he even think he has a chance with a wolf already claimed. He's just sealed his own fucking fate.” Fiery fury blazed in his eyes, each word seething with intense emotion.

His father attempted to calm him, reaching out, but Beomgyu shrugged off the gesture. “Son, calm down. We need to approach this wisely.”

But Elder Kwon's voice cut in before Beomgyu could respond. “The young wolf's anger is justified. Their claim on Y/N not only threatens him but our entire pack. If they can take Y/N from us, it’s an affront to our pack's strength and unity.” 

“How is his claim even valid? He probably just saw Y/N and felt attracted. There is no way there's any substance to what he’s saying. If anything, they’re probably using this as a pretext to declare their official threats to us, especially after learning that Y/N is from our pack,” Yeonjun's voice sliced through the tension.

The foreign pack’s aggressive moves had put everyone on guard. Your pack hadn't faced conflict or been attacked for decades, so the mere possibility made you feel queasy, especially since you were now at the center of it.

“She’s our Beta’s only child and the mate of one of our Alpha’s sons. She’s an integral part of our pack. This is practically a declaration of war,” Soobin's words resonated with the weight of truth. The fear gripping you was entirely justified.

“Is there a chance they could take me?” The question trembled in your voice, your anxiety reaching its peak. The thought of being taken away from everything you knew and loved was terrifying.

Instantly, Beomgyu shook his head, “No.”

The looming threat of losing you, his true mate, to an undeserving wolf ignited a tempest of emotions within Beomgyu's wolf. Despite the initial hurdles that shadowed your relationship, the irrefutable truth stood firm—you both were irrevocably bound as mates and just the thought of being torn away from you sent tremors of despair through his every fiber. Even if the path towards love was veiled in uncertainty and required time to blossom, Beomgyu was resolute in dedicating himself wholeheartedly to nurturing that sacred connection. He grasped the significance of the invisible yet unbreakable tether that bound you both, a connection he was willing to fight for, no matter the cost.

Instances of mates being torn apart from their true mates only heightened the gravity of the situation. You knew, with absolute certainty, that you'd rather face death than endure that fate. Love or not, Beomgyu was still your familiar comfort, far more meaningful to you than Wonbin could ever be. 

In a moment that felt like an eternity, for the first time, your heart didn't ache for Yeonjun as it usually did. Instead, it was a yearning so profound, so raw, that it cut through your soul. It wasn't Yeonjun’s face, which you had been for all your life so used to searching for; it was Beomgyu's. The tug of longing, the deep yearning for him, was an unfamiliar yet undeniable ache in your chest. For the first time in your existence, it wasn't the past or the ghost of an unattainable love that haunted you, but the urgent, desperate need for Beomgyu's reassuring embrace. 

The undeniable truth etched itself into your very being, Choi Beomgyu was your true mate.

The tension in town escalated following the indirect declaration of war against your pack. Border patrols were heightened to unprecedented levels, and Taehyun's father took extra precautions, stationing wolves around your house each night for added protection. However, their presence seemed somewhat redundant, as Beomgyu hadn't left your side since the threat emerged. Initially, it was a bit awkward for both your father and Beomgyu to essentially cohabit, but your parents understood the necessity for you both to be together, especially given the looming danger. They found solace in knowing that Beomgyu would go to any length to safeguard you, choosing that assurance over the fear of losing you indefinitely. However, this didn't mean there weren't moments of awkwardness amidst this tense situation, especially as you and Beomgyu had a hard time resisting each other. 

The concerns about the struggles you and Beomgyu faced in establishing a solid connection seemed trivial now that the undeniable bond had finally revealed itself. It was an unfamiliar sensation, trying to adapt to the newfound ability to sense almost every emotion and vibration of his wolf. It was as though the two of you operated as a singular entity, connected on a level that transcended the ordinary. Love, however, didn't feel like the right term to define what you shared with him at that moment. Though you were sure you were going to get there one day. 

"So, any plans to move in together?" Taehyun's casual inquiry hung in the air as you and Beomgyu nestled together on the couch. From his spot on the opposite sectional, Taehyun hinted at the subtly crowded atmosphere, though the vast expanse of your home made the idea of it being cramped somewhat absurd.

Across from you, Yunjin and Yeonjun were absorbed in their own world yet half-attentive, mirroring your cozy scene. A few months ago, witnessing such a scene would have been torturous and utterly heartbreaking, but as if by some enchantment, the love you once held for the older boy seemed almost erased, leaving you indifferent to their current affectionate bond. Your wolf, usually alert and sensitive to such moments, was preoccupied with Beomgyu's wolf, showing little interest in Yunjin and Yeonjun. 

Surprisingly, you found yourself content that Yeonjun's mate was someone you genuinely approved of. Yunjin had seamlessly integrated into the pack, not solely as Yeonjun's unconfirmed mate but also because she was genuinely cherished by everyone. Any previous hesitance toward her had vanished, allowing you to interact comfortably like you had previously done with her without any lingering heartache. She was back to being a cherished friend of yours. Now, you could say with no hesitation that the only person occupying that part of your heart was Beomgyu.

Kai had also joined in tonight since his girlfriend was away, and Chaewon was also present but without Soobin as he was on border patrol. The gathering at your house started as a game night but quickly turned into a casual chat where discussions veered towards anything and everything. Though, the topic of Wonbin and his pack remained untouched throughout the evening. It wasn't just to avoid irritating Beomgyu; it was a sensitive matter that threatened the pack's stability. With the pack being the core of their lives, everyone was cautious not to stir up a topic that could bring tension. Moreover, you were Wonbin’s primary target, a valued member of the pack, making it an uncomfortably sensitive subject.

“I mean, we've definitely thought about it, and our parents are certainly more enthusiastic about it than us. But I don't think we're quite ready to take such a big step in our relationship just yet. Maybe soon, but not at this moment.” While you were growing more comfortable with everything, neither of you felt an urgent need to rush your relationship. If it were up to your wolves, though, you'd probably already be living together and starting a family.

“Your poor dad, Y/N. Having to witness his only child being taken away by Beomgyu of all people...” Kai's sympathy for your dad was evident, and everyone seemed to nod in agreement. It was no secret that Beomgyu had always had the reputation of being a bit of a naughty boy since he was young and wouldn’t be the first pick of mate for any parent. Even Beomgyu seemed to be aware and acknowledging his reputation as he nodded along.

“No, seriously, your parents are much stronger than me. You two have no self-control around each other. The number of times I’ve heard or even walked in on you getting your back blown—” Chaewon's candidness left you shrieking in embarrassment. Her lack of filter was well-known, but it was still mortifying. Beomgyu, on the other hand, found it more amusing than shameful, chuckling along with the rest of the group at your reaction.

“Ah ah, harder Beomgyu harder!” Taehyun joined in on furthering you humiliation and you were burning up with embarrassment.

"Oh my fucking God, cut it out!" You practically screamed, setting off an even more exaggerated response from the group, clearly relishing your reaction. "You're all absolutely horrible!”

"Hey babe, it's alright, they're just joking and I mean they’re not wrong," Beomgyu chimed in, unintentionally worsening the situation. The feeling of betrayal stung, and you gasped, pulling yourself away from his comforting embrace. Marching across the room, you headed straight for where Huening Kai was seated, letting out an audible hmph.

"Wait, no, come back! Fuck, I'm sorry!" Beomgyu rushed to apologize, attempting to coax you back into his arms, but you were resolute, settled in your place beside Huening Kai.

"Whu psh," Yunjin mimicked the sound of a whip cracking. "Beomgyu, you're so whipped! You should see your face right now, like a puppy who just lost its favorite toy."

Beomgyu shrugged dismissively at her comment, though he knew it held a grain of truth. "Well, I don't think you're in a position to judge, considering you're practically glued to my brother like a koala."

Just as their banter threatened to escalate, Yeonjun intervened, offering reassurance to soothe the embarrassment festering within you.

"Hey, hey, Y/N, it’s totally fine. I mean, that’s expected of mates, especially newly mated ones. Plus, you guys are young, so it's no surprise the hormones are raging," Yeonjun smiled warmly, trying to ease the tension. But even with his attempts, you remained visibly flustered, arms tightly crossed in a self-defensive gesture.

“Yeah, Yeonjun’s right, they're just as bad as you guys, and they haven’t even claimed each other yet!” Taehyun gestured towards the other couple in the room, diverting attention to them.

“Yup, you two are equally disgusting. I mean, where’s the decorum? Shit, the kitchen is literally where people cook!” Yunjin's embarrassed outburst broke the tension, finally eliciting a chuckle from you amidst the teasing.

Riiing Riing

Amidst the loud laughter, the unmistakable sound of a phone ringing caught everyone’s attention.

“Hello?” Yeonjun answered, but his previously lighthearted expression turned dark as a scowl appeared on his face. “Okay, we’ll be right there.”

An uneasy hush fell over everyone as they looked to Yeonjun, waiting for an explanation.

“Dad just called. There’s something happening at the border, and they need backup,” Yeonjun announced, his words instantly casting a shadow of concern over the room. Instantly, a frown etched across your face, the mirth from moments ago evaporating in an instant.

There hadn’t been any recent issues, but the news of trouble at the border stirred an unsettling feeling in your heart, shared by everyone in the room. It could be nothing more than a rogue stray, but the possibility that it might involve Wonbin's pack left a heavy weight in your chest. You could sense Beomgyu's heartbeat quickening, mirroring your own unease.

“I’ll go with you,” Taehyun volunteered immediately with no surprise as this was exactly what he had been training all summer long with his dad for.

Before Beomgyu could voice his offer, a surge of dread enveloped you, prompting an immediate response. You shook your head in refusal. 

“I’ll go too.” The words escaped your mate's lips, causing your heart to plummet. Meeting Beomgyu's gaze, you silently begged him to remain by  your side.

“It’s okay, it’s probably nothing. We’ll be back by tonight, I promise.” Beomgyu assured you, though his wolf howled within him at the thought of being away from you. He understood that if this situation extended beyond a rogue threat, his absence would be his way of ensuring your safety.

“I’m going with you guys too,” Chaewon chimed in and you quickly whipped your head to face her.

“Okay, then I’m going too,” you insisted firmly, but instantly you saw everyone shaking their heads at you. Everyone understood the potential risk if you were near the border.

“No, you're not,” Beomgyu countered firmly, his concern evident in his furrowed brows. His tone left no room for negotiation.

“Yeah, Y/N, he’s right. It’s probably nothing, but it’s better not to risk anything,” Huening Kai added, his expression showing traces of unease.

But they needed to understand that staying within the confines of your home didn't offer solace while everyone you cherished, including your mate, ventured out, putting themselves at risk for your safety.

“Seriously, Y/N, Dad didn’t sound too concerned, so it’s probably nothing serious. Just stay here with Yunjin and Kai. We'll return soon,” Yeonjun offered a small smile, hoping to reassure you, but your expression remained tense.

You scanned the room, seeking reassurance, until your gaze locked with your mate's. Through that silent connection, his presence offered solace. “It's alright, I'll come back.”

With that, he held you tightly in his arms, and your wolf instinctively sought comfort from him, silently pleading for him to stay. The reality of your friends not allowing you to join them weighed down on you. So, with a heavy heart, you reluctantly let Beomgyu go, sharing a deep kiss before he departed. Your eyes followed him until he vanished behind the closing door, leaving a lingering unease within you.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine,” Yunjin offered a tight smile, trying to reassure you, though you sensed her own unease. You nodded, attempting to brush off the worry. Your wolf was probably being dramatic at the fact that she had to part with her mate. 

“How about we put on a movie or something to pass the time while we wait for them to get back?” Huening Kai's suggestion sounded like a good distraction, and you nodded, eager for anything to take your mind off the constant worrying about Beomgyu and the others.

“Okay, you guys can pick something. I’ll go make some popcorn then,” you decided, heading towards the kitchen pantry to grab popcorn and a few other snacks for Kai and Yunjin.

From the living room, you could faintly hear your friends discussing which movie to pick for the night as the popcorn started to pop in the microwave.

Beep Beep 

The microwave's alert signified that your popcorn was ready, but as you reached to open it, a surge of raw fear seized your body, sending shivers down your spine. Your wolf was all of a sudden howling at you to flee, a visceral warning that someone who shouldn't be there had somehow made their way inside your house.

"Kai? Yunjin?" Your voice trembled with audible panic, but your calls went unanswered. Their noisy chatter from earlier seemed to have dissolved into an eerie silence that gripped the air.

Then, without warning, an ominous white mist began to seep into the living room, thick and suffocating. The acrid smell stung your nostrils, and your eyes stung as tears welled up. Your wolf's urgency to escape pulsed through you, but a chilling sense of paralysis rooted you to the spot. Your body refused to respond, leaving you helpless as you collapsed, feeling every second in excruciatingly slow motion.

The thickening smoke enveloped you, obscuring your vision and suffocating your senses. Panic seized your chest, your heart pounding in sync with the rapid beeping of the microwave. Then everything went dark.

Your dry mouth was the first thing you noticed upon waking up. The unfamiliar brown-walled room raised alarm bells in your head. Memories of what occurred before being knocked out rushed back, triggering a surge of panic as you surveyed your surroundings. You had no idea where you were.

Ignoring the ache in your bones, you threw off the covers and dashed towards the door. It was locked tight, the doorknob refusing to budge. The room, while not overly small, contained nothing except a bed. Above it, a window beckoned, and you hurriedly made your way there. Yanking back the curtains, your optimism crumbled at the sight of metal bars barricading any chance of freedom through the window.

“Fuck,” you cursed in realization of your entrapment. Where the fuck were you?

The room offered nothing that could be use to your situation, leaving you frustrated and eager to try the door again, hoping against hope for a miracle. As you approached, the doorknob began to jiggle, sending a rush of fear through you. It was an unsettling feeling, not knowing who might be on the other side. And unfortunately, your suspicions were confirmed as the door swung open to reveal the last person you ever wanted to see.

Wonbin strolled in, a smug grin adorning his face as he met your startled gaze. “Took you long enough to wake up. I asked them to go easy on the wolfsbane, but clearly, those fucking idiots didn't listen.”

Wolfsbane. It all clicked into place—how you'd been incapacitated so swiftly.

“Wonbin, where the fuck am I?” Your voice held an edge, reflecting the anger brewing within you at the precarious situation.

“What do you mean? You’re at our pack house. We rescued you,” Wonbin retorted with an overtone that seemed patronizing, further fueling your fury.

“Rescue me? From my pack, my home, my friends, and my mate?” Your tone sharpened as you mentioned Beomgyu, causing Wonbin's grin to vanish, replaced by a scowl.

“Don’t fucking talk about him. He’s not your mate. You’ve been brainwashed by your pack,” he spat, visibly agitated by your defense of Beomgyu.

“You're fucking insane! I don’t even know you! Beomgyu is my mate, not you stop being delusional. I want to go back to my pack!” Your voice rose in indignation. The audacity of Wonbin to make such baseless claims incensed you beyond measure.

“No,” Wonbin growled as he lunged at you, wrapping his hand around your neck tightly as he pushed you against the wall. “You belong with me so stop resisting it, I know you feel it too. It wasn’t fucking easy getting you here so stop being an ungrateful bitch and be thankful that we saved you.” 

The grip he had on your throat was tight and choking you as you felt your eyes water while your air was constricted. You clawed at his arm in hopes for him to release you. “Stop, please.”

As if he was in a trance, the angered glaze over his eyes snapped back to reality and once he realized what he was doing to you, Wonbin instantly let go, making you fall to the floor gasping for air.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m sorry I didn’t mean that,” he leaned down to check if you were okay but you quickly took this chance to head butt him on his face and bolt out of the room without even sparing him a second. 

“Fuck!” Wonbin screamed out, no doubt you had atleast done some damage to his face. 

With adrenaline surging through your veins, you dashed out of the room and bolted down the stairs. But any attempt to strategize your escape was cut short as, upon reaching the staircase's base, you were confronted by a cluster of young men—undoubtedly members of Wonbin's pack.

“Don’t let her escape!” Wonbin’s enraged shout echoed behind you, his fury palpable.

Taking advantage of your head start and their initial surprise, you made a beeline for the door. The only thought in your mind was to reach the outside and change into your wolf, but the exit seemed impossibly far. The pack members, larger and swifter than you, quickly closed in from both sides, effectively blocking any route of escape.

“No, get your fucking hands off me!” You screeched, clawing at them to release you, but to no avail, their hold on you was unrelenting as they carried you back upstairs. 

“Fucking bitch got me good,” Wonbin raged, the fire in his eyes blazing fiercely. Blood streamed down his face, evidence of your attack that had left his nose crooked to one side.

They forcefully escorted you back to the room, hurling you inside and slamming the door shut, leaving you alone with Wonbin. Fear gripped your entire being, realizing the extent of his anger from your attempted escape.

“Please, I just want to go home,” you pleaded desperately, tears brimming in your eyes. The unfamiliar surroundings and the presence of strangers sent a shiver down your spine. All you wanted was the familiar warmth and safety of your home.

“I told you, this is your home now. You’re being fucking ungrateful, I saved you!” his voice seethed with frustration. His agitation was palpable, and you sensed he was on the brink of losing control.

How had everything spiraled into this nightmare? How could a chance encounter with someone lead to being kidnapped?

“Wonbin, I know there's nothing between us. You can't keep me here; I'm not your mate. You need to let me go,” you pleaded, but it seemed like your words fell on deaf ears. Wonbin was fixated on the idea that you belonged to him, despite the fleeting and insignificant nature of your prior interaction.

“Stop denying it! The moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were meant for me. My wolf connected with yours in a way I've never experienced before!” His voice resonated with fury and desperation.

Your tears flowed freely, a mix of frustration and fear consuming you as you felt utterly powerless in the situation. “You can't force feelings that aren't there! My pack is going to find me, and when they do, Beomgyu is going fucking kill you, you sick bastard!”

The next few moments unfolded in a surreal, almost cinematic manner, as if you were a mere spectator to your own life rather than an active participant. Wonbin lunged at you once more, his hand aiming for your neck. However, instead of tightening his grip, he swiftly turned your head to the side and sank his teeth into the exact spot where Beomgyu's mark rested on your neck.

A searing, blinding sensation shot through every nerve of your body, rendering you immobile. The agony you experienced was a stark contrast to the previous marking by Beomgyu; this pain wasn't the sweet, intimate agony you had felt with his mark. No, this was an excruciating torment, as though molten metal had been poured onto your skin, scorching it raw. The agony consumed you, leaving you helpless to do anything but unleash piercing screams, tears cascading down your hauntingly contorted face. Each moment felt like an eternity as the intensity of the pain grew, until finally, darkness engulfed you, mercifully offering respite from the overwhelming agony.

You couldn’t determine the length of your imprisonment in this grim place. It felt like days had passed, though it might have stretched into weeks or even months, but you had lost track. Your state resembled catatonia; Wonbin entered your cell multiple times a day, urging you to eat and talk, but your responses were nonexistent. Your weakened body struggled even to sit up, let alone engage with Wonbin's twisted fantasies.

Wonbin's bite had inflicted a devastating toll on you, seemingly killing you both physically and mentally. Once filled with the vibrant energy of your wolf, you now felt a void. Every attempt to connect with your wolf ended in pitch-black emptiness, as if she was never even there in the first place. You were convinced that Wonbin's bite had killed her, leaving you on the brink of succumbing to a similar fate. The wound from his bite festered, refusing to heal and instead spreading its infection throughout your body. Pus oozed from the site, signaling your deteriorating condition. Your body showed signs of impending demise, resembling a shadow of your former self, and the loss of appetite only exacerbated your bleak situation. Desperation for survival eluded you; your spirit had dwindled to a mere spark in the face of such overwhelming torment.

“Y/N, please, you have to eat,” Sungchan pleaded, his voice laced with concern. He had been tasked with delivering your meals every day, but his efforts to persuade you to eat felt futile, a recurring conversation that had lost its impact.

You turned your head to face the tall boy. Sungchan was kind, and in a different circumstance, you might have found friendship in him. Yet, in this grim reality, he was undeniably tied to Wonbin and his pack, making it impossible to separate the two in your mind.

Shaking your head weakly, you whispered, “I don’t want to die here.”

His brows furrowed in genuine worry, “You’re not going to die.”

With a bitter laugh that drained you further, you retorted, “Yesterday, one of your elders and your Alpha were here to check on me. I heard them talking outside. They said I was dying. It won’t be long now, I suppose.”

“We’re not going to let you die. Just eat, it’ll make you feel better,” Sungchan persisted, his tone tinged with helplessness. He attempted to convince you, although deep down, he knew their efforts might be hollow at this point.

“You know that’s not true.” Your voice was barely a whisper, filled with a longing to see your pack one last time, to find solace in Beomgyu's warm embrace before dying.

Sungchan grappled with conflicting thoughts. He had no firsthand experience of having a mate, but seeing your deteriorating condition made him question everything. In the beginning, he believed his friend's claims, but the more he witnessed your decline, the more he realized the falsehoods in Wonbin's assertions. How could you possibly be Wonbin's mate when you only got worse ened the longer you were under his control?

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Your question interrupted his thoughts, causing Sungchan to startle slightly. He nodded slowly, his expression reflecting uncertainty about your request. “When I die, can you tell Beomgyu that this wasn’t his fault and that I love him?” With that, you turned away, settling back onto your bed.

Sungchan’s eyes filled with tears at your words, feeling the weight of your words settle heavily upon him. 

You were sure it isn't time for breakfast yet when you're awakened, and from what you can see through the crack between the curtains, it's still the middle of the night.

"What's happening?" You croaked, your eyes adjusting to the light. Before you stood Sungchan, accompanied by Anton, another one of Wonbin’s pack mates, though you haven't been as acquainted with him as you were with Sungchan.

"You have to be quiet. Here, wear this," Sungchan instructed, handing you dark clothes. He and Anton turn around, offering you privacy to change. You hesitated, but complied.

"What's going on?" You repeated once you were changed, utterly confused by the unexpected turn of events.

“We’re getting you out.” Anton revealed. 

The words seemed surreal, and your disbelief was evident on your face, prompting Sungchan to reaffirm what the younger boy just said. "Yeah, we're going to help you return to your pack. Back to your mate," Sungchan whispered to you.

Your eyes widened, but you were not entirely convinced. Just hours earlier, there was no sign that Sungchan would fulfill your wish to return home, so you remained cautious.

“We have to be really quiet, though. The Alpha and Wonbin are both on patrol duty alongside a couple of the others, but Eunseok is still next door, so we have to be careful.” You were still reeling with the fact that this seemed to be happening, but you didn’t hesitate to nod.

The three of you then quickly made your way out, moving stealthily down the stairs, holding your breaths, hoping there were no creaks to wake up Eunseok. It felt surreal when you reached the back door, and when Anton opened it, fresh air greeted you, bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Through the back part of the woods, there are only two patrols tonight, so that’s the route we’re going to take. It’s going to take a little longer, but we can’t risk getting caught at all,” Sungchan informed you of the plan as the three of you navigated through the woods, staying vigilant, taking in your surroundings in case anyone was out in these areas. 

“You’re wearing Sungchan’s clothes, so hopefully his smell masks you enough to not stick out to anyone. Sorry if it’s stinky,” Anton chuckled a little, attempting to lighten the situation. However, you frowned, realizing you couldn’t detect his scent or any scent at all, even when you pressed your nose firmly against the sweatshirt. It dawned on you that your wolf might have truly perished, leaving you unsure if you could even transform anymore.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” After a somber silence, Sungchan broke the quietness. “I really thought you were Wonbin’s mate. The way he came to us after meeting you had everyone convinced that he really had found his mate.”

Anton nodded, a pained expression on his face. “Yeah, we were blinded by our loyalty, too caught up to realize he might’ve been mistaken. We thought you had been stolen from your true mate when, in reality, we were the ones stealing you from yours.”

Your heart ached with the realization of the damage Wonbin had caused, dragging innocent people into the turmoil created by his misguided infatuation. “I can’t say that I can fully come to forgive you guys, but thank you for saying that. I know that ultimately, Wonbin is to blame, and you were acting in response to your loyalty towards him, but I think there are irreversible consequences due to what happened. I can’t feel my wolf.”

Anton gasped, turning towards you in disbelief. “What do you mean?”

“She’s been gone since Wonbin bit me, and no matter how much I’ve called out for her, I’m just left with coldness. I think that’s why I’m dying. I can’t smell anything, and I’m not even sure I have the strength to turn, if I can even do that,” you explained, feeling the despair of being stripped of the essence of your being.

“Maybe she’ll come back once we get you back. I’m sure of it,” Sungchan offered in a faint attempt to provide hope.

You offered back a tight smile, but you weren’t as optimistic as they seemed to be. 

"Okay, once we pass this tree, we'll likely be in range for the patrol guys to hear or catch our scent. Anton and I will handle them; while we're distracting them, you need to circle around through those trees and start running. This is as far as we can take you without raising suspicion," Sungchan explained the plan, making your heart race knowing how close you were to making it back home.

"Thank you both for doing this, and I'm sorry Wonbin dragged you into this mess." Even though you knew they weren't entirely innocent in your capture, you couldn't shake the guilt over how Wonbin's selfish desires had caused such chaos. Returning to your pack, you knew they wouldn't let Wonbin's pack get away with what they'd done. There was likely going to be war waged between the packs, especially once they see Wonbin’s mark on your skin. 

"I am genuinely so sorry for everything, Y/N and there’s probably no chance we'll meet again, but I hope you get better," Anton said, offering you a final smile before they leave, heading towards the patrolled area.

From behind a large tree, you could faintly hear Sungchan and Anton making noises, signaling your cue to start running along the path they'd instructed.

You were exhausted, each step feeling like your last as fatigue weighed heavily on your body. However, the thought of reuniting with your pack pushed you to take one more step until you seemed to have reached a main road. Keeping your pace, you kept going, not knowing exactly where you were, but you knew the further away you were from Wonbin, the safer you were. 

You didn’t know how long you had been running but you knew you had reached almost the end of what your body could withstand with hour your vision started to cloud with black spots, and breathing became harder and harder. Then, a flashing bright light caught your attention, sending a bolt of fear through your already exhausted frame. Had they finally caught up to you?

Instinctively, you swerved to flee, but unexpectedly collided with someone, the impact forcing the air from your lungs. “Oof!”

“Y/N?” The voice that uttered your name was tinged with astonishment and disbelief

Looking up, as you recognized the face, a strange mix of relief and exhaustion enveloped you. Your body, sensing safety, began to shut down, pushed beyond its limit.

"Hey, I need backup over here!" Taehyun's dad's urgent call resonated through the air, likely directed to the other members of the patrol. He turned back to you with reassurance. "Y/N, hey, I've got you. We've got you. You're safe now," were the last words you heard before everything went black.

A sliver of bright sunlight peeked through the curtain, momentarily blinding you as your eyes fluttered open. The events of the past few days flooded back into your hazy consciousness, almost convincing you that it had all been a terrible nightmare. But as you attempted to move, your body protested with searing pain, a stark reminder that Wonbin's kidnapping had been reality.

Beside you, a figure in the bedroom chair stirred, catching your attention. "Y/N," Beomgyu blinked rapidly, trying to fully awaken at the sight of you. Instantly, waves of emotion surged within you, and tears streamed down your face. You were home.

"Shh, baby, it's okay." Beomgyu hurried to your side, enfolding you in his comforting embrace. His hand gently smoothed your hair as you sobbed into his reassuring warmth.

"Is this real?" You managed to ask through your tears.

"Yes, it is. I'm here," Beomgyu reassured you, holding you close until your emotions began to settle. "I'll go let everyone know you're awake. I'll be back."

Sniffling, you nodded, watching him leave the room. Yet, as you waited for Beomgyu's return, you couldn't shake the realization that your wolf had not returned. Sungchan's hopeful assumption that she would come back once you were reunited with your mate seemed to be disproved, leaving you feeling the absence of your essential part.

As Beomgyu re-entered the room, your parents followed closely behind, their emotions palpable as they laid eyes on your awakened state. Your mother dissolved into inconsolable sobs, her hands shielding her tear-streaked face, while your father, fighting back his own emotions, enveloped you in a tight embrace.

“Honey, I'm so sorry,” your father murmured, his embrace filled with both relief and regret. “We searched everywhere for you. They covered their tracks meticulously, even masking their scents with wolfsbane. It was impossible to trace.”

Beomgyu nodded in agreement, his expression tinged with restrained anger. “Every lead was a dead end. We knew their pack was nearby, with the way they had been causing trouble with us regarding the borders, but they hid you well. We did everything to find you, but they were one step ahead. It was well-planned, and I'm sorry we couldn't rescue you sooner.”

You observed the simmering fury behind the controlled facades of your father and Beomgyu. You knew they were suppressing their rage for your sake, but now that you were returned, they wouldn't hold back against Wonbin's pack.

“Sweetheart, what have they done to you?” Your mother's heart-wrenching words pierced the air as she took in your weakened state. The contrast from your healthy and vibrant self before your capture to your current frail appearance was stark. You looked drained and sickly, hollowed out by the ordeal. Despite the bandages concealing Wonbin’s bite, you felt the continuous deterioration within your body, an unrelenting decay.

“Wonbin, he-” You choked on the memory of the abuse inflicted upon you. “He marked me, tried to claim me, but my wolf rejected it. In the midst of it, I think... I think it killed her.”

Your mother's gasp reverberated through the room upon your revelation. “I can’t reach her. I can’t smell, hear, and I don’t think I can shift right now.”

Beomgyu huffed with suppressed anger, visible veins bulging in his neck as he struggled to contain his rage. His wolf seethed, enraged at the state his mate had been returned in. Despite your reunion, his wolf remained unable to feel yours. His desperate howls for her went unanswered.

“We’ll call the Elders; they’ll know what to do. Don’t worry about that now, focus on getting better,” your father attempted to reassure you, though uncertainty lingered in his voice.

“Yes, later we’ll discuss this with the Alpha and the Elders. But rest for now; you need it. Beomgyu will stay with you, he’ll make you feel better” your mother addressed your mate, receiving a nod confirming his intention to remain by your side. Beomgyu had made it clear he would never let you out of his sight again.

You nodded at your parents as they hugged you tightly, your mother holding back sobs before leaving you to rest. The room fell into a solemn quiet, only disrupted by the sound of Beomgyu's stifled sniffles. As you turned to him, you noticed tears streaming down his face. The once fiery anger in his expression had given way to an overwhelming sense of devastation.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t do anything,” he said, kneeling beside your bed. A closer look revealed how much he had been affected. His vibrant features were now pale and worn out, the usual sparkle in his eyes replaced with a hollow emptiness. He seemed sleep-deprived, his exhaustion etched into every line of his face. Your heart ached at the sight of him.

“Oh, Beomgyu, it’s not your fault,” you reassured him, reaching out to cup his face and wiping away a tear.

“But you are my responsibility. Mine to cherish and mine to keep safe, but I failed you in every way a mate can. Now you're bearing the consequences. I feel like a part of me was ripped away and I ache, longing to feel you again, but I can’t. I can’t imagine what you went through, what you’re going through right now,” Beomgyu's words were heavy with guilt, taking on responsibility for your suffering even though it wasn't his fault.

"Baby, it’s not your fault. Wonbin’s the only one to blame for everything, you can’t put that on yourself," you reassured him, gently urging him to come up onto the bed. "Come on, let’s sleep. I think we both need it."

As the days slipped by in a blur since your awakening, the constant stream of visitors revealed a spectrum of emotions, from guilt to sadness, from your friends. Meetings with the Elders and the Alpha became routine, although you struggled to remain engaged for long as fatigue often overcame you, urging you back to rest. Despite everyone’s best efforts, you didn’t seem to be getting better.

"We know where they are, why can't we just go after them?" Beomgyu's frustration echoed in his raised voice, pacing the room in agitation. With each passing day, his impatience grew regarding the lack of decisive action.

"We can't risk a war," his father stated with an exhausted sigh, understanding his son's sentiments all too well. As much as he empathized with his son's anger and the injustice done to the family, his role as Alpha demanded a broader perspective. You were now part of his family, and the assault on his loved ones evoked a deep sense of anger and distress, but his responsibilities to the pack weighed heavily in decision-making.

“She's your fucking daughter-in-law, my mate, and you're just going to let them get away with what they did to her?” Beomgyu's anger surged, directed at his father, causing Yeonjun to stand and attempt to calm his younger brother.

His father, burdened by the weight of leadership, sighed deeply, trying to maintain composure amidst the escalating emotions. "They will face consequences, but we must proceed with caution. We can't rush into a conflict," he tried to reason, his tone strained with the gravity of the situation.

Beomgyu, consumed by fear and anger, felt a surge of despair. "Clearly not! Stop being a fucking pussy and hiding behind diplomacy! She's dying, and if she goes, I know I will too. So I hope you don’t regret not acting then," he raged before storming out, leaving behind a stunned silence.

He made a beeline for the house next door and straight to your room, knowing your fragile state. Seeing you weakened and still without your wolf, his heart ached with a raw intensity. He wasn't just fighting for justice; he was fighting for your life, aware that losing you now would shatter him beyond repair. 

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with unspoken sorrow as Beomgyu settled next to you. His presence brought a fleeting comfort that momentarily eased the weight of your pain.

“How’re you feeling?” His voice was tender, his concern evident in the way he gazed at you.

You managed a faint smile, making room for him under the covers. “I’ve been okay, just the same. My shoulder hurts a lot, but I think I’m kind of used to the ache now.”

As he joined you in bed, you nestled into his embrace, seeking solace in his warmth. His arms enveloped you, offering a sense of security in this uncertain time. The quiet moments with Beomgyu were the highlights in your otherwise bleak days, and you cherished this closeness.

“I promise you’ll get better, I’ll do everything I can,” he murmured softly, his words filled with sincerity even as the harsh reality loomed over both of you. The hope for a recovery seemed dim, despite the Elders' efforts.

“It’s okay, Beomgyu,” you replied, your voice quivering with emotion. Tears threatened to spill, but you held them back, looking at him with a fragile smile. The weight of the situation hung in the air, and both of you knew the inevitable truth. Yet, in that moment, you found solace in each other’s presence, clinging to the love that bound you together.

In the quiet of the room, hearts heavy and minds burdened, you held onto each other, hoping against hope that love would somehow conquer the devastation. As sleep enveloped you, you both prayed for a miracle, for anything that could piece together the shattered fragments of your world.

The night laid still, marked only by distant owl hoots, yet you jolted awake, an unusual occurrence for you to rise before dawn. Reaching out beside you, your hand met nothing but cold sheets. Beomgyu was gone.

You scanned the room frantically, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but there was no trace. Fumbling for your lamp, you sought the solace of light to offer some clarity. His absence in the dead of night was unfamiliar and unsettling.

As you contemplated getting out of bed, the door creaked open. Your body tensed with uncertainty, until the form of a familiar, colossal beast emerged, its fur as dark as the night itself. Relief swept over you momentarily, recognizing the distinct wolf form to be none other than your mate. However, as the figure drew closer, a viscous liquid dripping from their fur became apparent, sparking fear in your eyes.

“What happened?” You instinctively reached for his fur, panic setting in as you saw your hands smeared in crimson. You inspected every inch of the wolf's body, but there's no clear source for such an amount of blood, easing your immediate concern yet deepening your confusion.

“Beomgyu, whose blood is this?” You implored, meeting his glowing blue eyes, yet you received no response. He ignored your inquiries, seeking solace in your embrace as his massive wolf form pressed against you, compelling you to encircle your arms around his colossal figure.

“Please, babe, what happened?” You pleaded once more, urging him to meet your gaze. He let out a faint huff before finally shifting back into his human form, standing bare before you, his body coated in blood that seemed inexplicably present, prompting a surge of concern. 

He pulled you into a tight embrace, unconcerned about the blood smearing everywhere, and you reciprocated, though his words sent a shiver down your spine. "Wonbin, we took care of him and his pack."

His revelation chilled you to the bone as the implications sank in. "What do you mean? Beomgyu, what did you do?"

“We couldn't just stand by after what he did to you. We went after him tonight. You don't need to worry about them anymore.” You felt a mix of relief and confusion, wanting more clarity.

"Who's 'we,' and what exactly happened?" You broke away from the hug, studying his eyes and blood-spattered face.

"Me, Taehyun, Chaewon, and Yeonjun went out tonight. Taehyun had been tracking Wonbin's every move and knew he was on patrol. We ambushed him, and he gave a good fight, but I think he underestimated me. He got what he deserved, left his head at his dad's doorstep. That should be a message to them. If they're smart, they'll know not to provoke us again, or they'll lose more than just him." His words filled you with both awe and dread, knowing your friends risked their lives to gain justice for you.

“Beomgyu, you shouldn't have risked it. Your dad is going to be furious. He doesn’t know, does he?” Your voice was fraught with concern, aware of his father's adamant stance against taking any action until he understood the situation completely.

He shook his head, seemingly unperturbed by his father's potential reaction. “He’s probably finding out now. Yeonjun said he’d handle him, but honestly, I don't care about the consequences. Wonbin needed to pay for what he did to you, and if I get punished for that, then so be it.”

“So it’s really over now?” you asked, feeling a surge of relief.

Beomgyu nodded, and a sob of relief escaped you. You surged toward him, wrapping him in a passionate kiss. Emotions from the tumultuous days surged through both of you, an overwhelming mix of love and relief, as if you were making up for the lost time. The kiss was intense, as if he had been deprived of you for an eternity.

His hands play with the hem of your shirt, the only thing you were wearing to sleep along with your underwear, and unable to stand his teasing, you to rip it off of you. Your bare body presses against his as you reconnect your lips. Both your hands roam all over each other’s bodies, unable to get enough of one another. 

"God, Y/N, I'm in love with you," his voice trembled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. It was a revelation, a confession, delivered with such raw emotion that it brought a swell of emotions flooding through you. Your eyes welled up with tears as you realized the depth of his feelings, and your heart soared at the sheer overwhelming love he was expressing. 

"I love you too," you managed to whisper back, your voice choked with emotion. 

You leaned in to connect your lips again. Unlike any other times where the two of you were just fucking, this felt different. This shared love between you changed the very dynamic that surged between the two of you. The way Beomgyu moved inside of you wasn’t just to chase the feeling of mere superficial pleasure, instead the slow pace and shared kisses brought on beyond anything you had previously felt. It was a true form of unadulterated love and as the two of you reached your peaks together, you knew all too well at that moment that this was rare, pure, and dare you say perfect love found between you and him. 

Still swept up in a euphoric rush that felt endless, Beomgyu sensed a deep understanding of his next move. Guided by his wolf’s instincts, but now with complete clarity unlike before, he acted with determination. His bite landed directly on your marred skin where Wonbin had forcefully marked you, signaling a symbolic reset in you and his connection.

Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed your skin. Although the previous marking had been excruciating and left you raw, Beomgyu's bite seemed to bring an unexpected sensation. It was as if his action was a remedy, a healing touch that started to mend the shattered pieces within you, making you feel whole once more.

And the next morning, the second you woke up, a radiant smile graced your face brighter than the morning sun at the realization. You turned towards your mate, excitement twinkling in your eyes, and exclaimed, "My wolf's back."

[penny-for-thots]

Babe I'm gonna be honest this is gonna be a spicy req and I hope you're okey with it (but if you're not then it's okey too! I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable :''<)

So I've been listening to Obsessed by Mariah Carey. And I had a thought where fem!reader got pissed off with Suo coz he let another girl touch him (to make our reader jealous) or vice versa 😉 maybe a lil nsfw Owo sjfjksjdkskxj

Thank you!

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ⓘ BOTH YOU AND SUO KNOW HE'S NOT SLICK. f!reader — spicy. teasing, jealous!reader, dom!reader, suo being himself, kissing, clothed grinding, light cursing, ear licking, referenced or almost hand job lmao, + lmk if i missed any.

girl- pls don't apologize cuz i fucking love suo and topics like this. (got a lil excited w/this one, had to stop myself). im 100% cool with spicy requests! they don't make me uncomfy at all <3

i need more of them actually, but im going to settle and get the ones out of my inbox first. the ear-licking part was inspired by 'just like putty' by @brainrot-of-a-thot ; hope you don't mind :]

should i do this prompt but reverse? thinking abt revenge pt 2 rn...

suo is an asshole.

sometimes.

however, he's a huge one right now and he fucking knows it. that stupid, sweet- kinda- sorta- hot, charmer.

it wasn't rare for him to tease you or others, it was in fact, extremely common. it seems his antics have increased since the two of you have started dating. he never crosses the already set boundaries, but he does tend to step on the line.

he's a 2-year-old, he purposefully stares at you while he's doing something bad, daring you to come get him.

suo makes sure to apologize afterwards, buy you something, give you kisses, whatever you wish. its normally harmless things, but today suo just decided to strike a nerve. talking to that bitch.

of course, he's a gentleman, but he's actively avoided her for quite a while now. he has a girlfriend, and she's strangely obsessed with him. ever since that day he saved her from some thugs and handed her groceries back to her, she's been hooked. she is around your age, so she has a chance, which only pisses you off further.

regardless, the both of you are confident in your relationship, trusting eachother wholly when it came down to it.

you still do! though there's some irritation seeing her touching him.

like usual, bofurin saved the day! suo was walking back with sakura and the rest when he got stopped. he pondered if he should shut the conversation down, or should he indulge. then he remembered that you'd be doing your weekly grocery shopping right about now.

he smirked to himself and indulged in the girl's completely dreadful talking until he caught a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye.

he wonders what you act like when your truly jealous. what exactly would you say? do to him? suo nods like he's listening indulgently, letting the woman squeeze his arm, even hug it for a bit before he moves to push her off. then again, you were already doing that.

suo's eye watches you shove her off of him. "number one, back off bitch," you glare at the woman before turning to suo.

"number two, hayato suo."

suo swallows, having to prevent himself from smirking. that's the voice you always used when angry at him, and fuck- it's sexy. especially, with you're bossy demeanor, ugh.

"you might want to tell sakura and the others that you're coming to spend time with me tonight," you speak, staring up at him with a frown, your voice turning stern, "we have to talk." suo nods, swallowing his saliva as he watches you walk off with your groceries.

"yes, ma'am ... "

he chuckles to himself, whistling. his friends look at him weird. he hums with a smile. "it seems i've gotten myself in trouble with my pretty lady. im afraid i can't join you today!" suo winks.

sakura blushes, blinking in 2nd hand embarrassment at the thought of dating, though he wonders what suo meant.

nirei whispers in sakura's ear, albiet loudly. suo could almost see the steam leaving his ears. "nirei, i'd appreciate it if you wouldn't describe it to him that way," suo smiles, "regardless, i'll see the two of you later."

suo leaves with a wave, wondering what exactly you could have planned. it couldn't be that bad. it's not as if you have some secret sadistic side, at least that he's observed. then again, he's also never seen your cheeks that puffy. nor that strange look in your eyes. he shrugs, walking calmly to your apartment, making assumptions.

and whatever assumptions he made were wrong.

"letting her hang on you, really hayato?" you whisper in his ear, blowing on the already reddend skin.

your plump lips kiss everwhere but his lips. his cheek, his chin, right below and beside his lips. you just wouldn't kiss him on the lips. suo chuckles both from annoyance and amusement. "aw, come on, i was just teasing," his eye follows your movements.

a grunt leaves his chest when you sit down, rubbing your lower half on his lap as if to sement it there. "really?"

normally, he'd have no problem. however, his cock is out, a pink ribbon tied at the base of it. you feel it twitch beneath you. feigning ignorance, you tilt your head, "really' what? im not understanding, hayato?"

he chuckles with a nod, "alright, payback. i get it." his hands are squeezing your hips, he's lucky you allowed him touch, had you not, he'd be insane by now. "what? you feigned such ignorance when you let that bitch hang on your arm. you know i don't like her." suo smiles, "i just wanted to see what you'd do. i wanted to make you jealous."

he leans up a bit, "and i succeeded."

"mm, i guess. well- you're certainly going to see what im going to do," you smile. "i mean, im even willing to help with- this."

his eye watches your manicured nails ghost along the length of his leaking and twitching cock. "you need help don't you," you whisper, your lips centimeters from his, "hm?"

suo nods, his eye fluttering. "yes- " your eyes are staring into his as you feel his legs twitch, your hands cupping his balls to trailing up the length. "yeah?" you smirk, your painted lips smacking, dragging on his skin to meet his ear. you lick a stripe up his ear that has him shuddering, his grip haltering.

you smile as his lashes flutter, the tip of your tongue exploring inside and out of his ear. a breathy moan leaves him as the tip of your tongue swipes along the piercing. "swe- sweetheart," he gulps, near whimpering when you nibble on the skin. "please- "

"hm?" you lean back, admiring your work. his blushy red face, shuddering breaths, and angry red cock.

"i am going to help you because i am a gracious girlfriend ... " you sit down on his lap, hand wrapping around his length. "in return, i better not see her touch you like that, ever again."

[kusaka6e]

CHICAGO

prohero!izuku x fem!reader

implied/mentioned nsfw, 18+!!

insp by chicago by michael jackson

wc: 3.5k

this took me FOREVER to finish writing and idek if i like it anymore sigh, the ending kinda sucks so pls bare w me

[part two]

———

he hadn’t expected to meet you the way he did. or for things to go as far as they did.

you both happened to be on the same flight back to japan, him in the window seat and you in the aisle.

“is anyone sitting here?” you gestured to the empty spot between the two of you, hoping to set your bag down there.

“it’s mine, i always buy two seats when i fly. you can use it if you want.”

with his massive build and broad shoulders, you could see why he felt the need to buy two. the spray of freckles across his face shifted as he smiled sweetly.

why does he look so familiar?

“you just passing through japan, or?”

“going home, actually.”

“me too!”

the pilot begins to speak overhead as the flight attends begin the safety demonstration, making both of you go silent.

the plane lurches forward, making it’s way down the runway to take off.

“i’m izuku.”

“(f/n), nice to meet you.” he seemed sweet enough, but you rarely told people your real name. your job as a private investigator had made you hyper-aware of how dangerous even the most unsuspecting person could be.

“so, what was it that brought you out of japan?” he gulps as you cross one of your legs over the other, trying his best not to stare.

“i took a contract with some pro heroes overseas, but it’s over with now. what about you?”

pro hero?

holy shit

japan’s number-one hero was staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

“what do you do for work?”

“i’m a private investigator.”

“so you could dig up dirt on me, if you wanted to?”

“depends. got anything to hide?” you give him a sultry grin as you slightly lean forward, shamelessly switching your gaze from his bright eyes down to his lips.

dear god

the six hour flight flew by with you two making conversation, izuku almost growing sad when it was over. he learned that you were single (miraculously), had two kids and were trying to work through some issues with their father, and that he was insanely comfortable talking to you already.

he hesitated as the plane landed, mind racing as everyone around the two of you began to pull their bags from overhead compartments.

“this might seem forward but, could i call you sometime?”

the small nod you give him makes his stomach drop, fighting the urge to smile so hard his cheeks hurt when you began to scribble on a napkin from the meal earlier in the flight.

“i dont keep a personal phone, with work and all. if you text that number, just make it seem like you’re a client.”

“o-okay.” he curses himself internally for his stuttering habit coming back, amazed that you were able to spike his nerves the way you did.

“i hope i see you again, izuku. be safe out there.” you give him a wink before you disappear down the aisle, leaving him staring at your silhouette longingly.

“mommy!” you grin as you open the door to your house, your lavender haired daughters both sprinting towards you.

“hi pretty girls.” you smile warmly as you kneel to hug them both, their never-ending excitement to see you tugging your heartstrings.

you stand after a few minutes, your husband’s tired eyes meeting yours.

“hi ’toshi.”

“hey.” you frown as he gives you a half-hearted hug with one arm, noticing how he dodged your face to make you kiss his cheek rather than his lips.

you let out a sigh as he grabs his keys, hero costume on.

“i’ll be back tonight.”

“alright. be safe, love you.”

he closes the door before you finish your sentence, making your shoulders drop. if he replied, he hadn’t said it loud enough for you to hear him.

i guess being away didn’t make him miss me after all.

“mommy, what’s the matter with dad?”

“he’s just tired baby.”

a bittersweet feeling rises in your chest as your daughters run back to their rooms, ignorant to the depth of the issues between you and their father.

you go into work a few days with puffy eyes from a screaming match with hitoshi the night before, thankful that your office space isn’t shared with anyone else.

a notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your work phone, making your face twist in confusion.

unknown, today 8:24 am

could i book an appointment at your next availability please?

your mind goes blank for a second, before you break out into a grin.

izuku.

fortunately i have availability later today

i’ll pencil you in for my 3:00 opening

the tasks of your workday begin to pile up, phone calls from other clients distracting you and before you know it, hours have passed. a knock on your office door startles you, before you hear his voice.

“hi, uhm, is this the right office? for the three o’clock appointment?”

you try to force away the blush creeping up your cheeks, suddenly extremely self-conscious about your choice in clothes for work that day. you were almost sure he’d forget about you, or not take your offer seriously. that was part of the reason why you’d lied about not having a personal phone, and why you were so bold towards him. and even when he texted; he was literally the top hero in japan, why would he have time for you?

but there he stood in your office doorway, black t-shirt straining against his biceps and towering over you.

“hi.”

“hey.” he gives you a nervous smile as you gesture for him to come in, closing the door behind him.

after some initial awkward conversation, you’re amazed at how easy he is to talk to. he leans on his forearms onto your desk, giving you a better view of the constellation of freckles and scars surrounding his bright eyes.

“digging up anything exciting today?”

“nah, just run of the mill stuff.”

“c’mon, you have a cool job like this and you’re telling me there’s nothing crazy going on?” you’re taken aback by his genuine interest, not having spoken to anyone about your workday in months.

“well, there is this one case…”

before you know it, you’d ranted for almost an hour, sharing as many details as you can without violating the privacy of your contract, izuku listening intently and chiming in every so often.

“i’m so sorry, i didn't mean to talk you to death.”

“don’t be sorry, i’m really enjoying listening.”

something about his dialect and body language left no room for you to doubt; he really was holding on to your every word. he notices a framed photo on your desk, grinning at the picture of your girls.

“your daughters?”

“yea.” your stomach drops, thankful that you’d rearranged recently, and that the framed picture of you and hitoshi was no longer displayed by your computer monitor. when you noticed his wedding ring sitting on his nightstand rather than his finger, you took it upon yourself to change a few things too.

“they’re adorable.” he slightly cocks up an eyebrow, their wild lavender hair strikingly familiar.

“i feel bad being here so much, instead of being at home with them.”

“i’m sure they’ll understand. you’ve gotta do what you have to to take care of them, right?”

“i do, i just wish i could do that and spend more time with them.”

“you’re doing the best you can, that’s all you can do.”

“you’re right. it’s just so difficult, especially when i don’t get much help from their dad, and my family lives out of the country. i’m starting to think they might like their nanny more than me.” your last sentence makes both of you chuckle, but you don’t miss the concerned look in his eyes.

nothing you were saying was necessarily a lie; hitoshi had been acting like he was married to his job instead of you, and your family really did live out of the country. you just opted to not mention that your kid’s father was also your (very estranged) husband.

“with you being there for them, i bet you three can get through anything.” he cautiously grabs your hand across your desk, heat rising in his chest when you gently squeeze his palm.

soon enough he had to go back to his agency to fill out paperwork, to both of your dismay.

“it was really nice to see you again, (f/n).”

your breath catches upon hearing the fake name you told him, watching his smile slightly drop in confusion.

“izuku, i’m sorry, my name is (y/n). i give almost everyone a fake name the first time i meet them.”

he has an unreadable expression on his face for a moment before his smile returns, no trace of animosity to be found.

“that’s understandable. with your line of work, im sure there’s lots of weirdos you have to steer clear of.”

he pulls you in for a hug before he goes, his secure embrace nearly melting you on the spot.

“i’ll see you soon, (y/n).” he leaned down to speak close to your ear, such a simple gesture being wildly attractive coming from him.

after he leaves your office you have to take a few breaths to refocus, trying to be sure what just happened was real.

“dude, you’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning. what’d you get laid or something?” denki nudged izuku as they walked into the hero conference the next morning, making him roll his eyes.

“i can’t be in a good mood?”

“that’s not just a ‘good mood’ look, i’m not stupid.”

some of the top heros were meeting with the commissioner that morning, to be briefed on a new assignment that would be pretty widespread among the pro-heros in the city.

“you’re up early. don’t you usually work at night?” you frown as you’re met with hitoshi adjusting his modulator in the kitchen, an unusual sight for the morning.

“we’re getting briefed on some big assignment with some of the top pros, i’ve gotta be at this meeting early.” your stomach drops at his words, instantly thinking of izuku.

hitoshi double-takes, chuckling at the sight of your tired eyes and bedhead. he rarely got to see you in the mornings anymore, and it was a view he didn’t realize how much he’d missed.

“i’ll be back late, i’ve got some stuff to do at the agency after this meeting.” you nod, nearly jumping in surprise as he ruffles your already wild hair, kissing one of your temples.

“have a good day, love you.”

you stare at the front door absolutely dumbfounded, wondering if you were dreaming. that was the first time in months he had not only not dodged your advances, but made the first move to be affectionate towards you.

you shake off the thought as you dress for work, your daughter’s nanny showing up shortly before you leave.

your mind races as you sit down to check your morning emails, particularly towards a green-haired pro-hero.

“hitoshi?”

“izuku?”

“what’s up?! long time no see, how have you been?”

“you know, the usual graveyard shift stuff. how about you, big shot? you’ve been tearing up the charts lately.”

izuku grinned as him and shinso caught up before the meeting began, happy to see his friend again after so long. since shinso did more underground hero work and izuku was constantly working on bigger cases, on top of his overseas case, he’d barely seen any of his friends lately.

it was another two weeks before you saw him again, and you were giddy with excitement the next time he came through your door. hitoshi’s new assignment had him busier than ever, making you go a few days in a row without seeing him sometimes.

“izuku!”

“hi!!” you giggle in surprise as he hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground. you were in such a rush to open the door for him that you barely hear plastic crinkle at your side. as he sets you down, you see an elaborate bouquet of flowers in his hand, making heat rise in your cheeks.

“i thought you might like the purple, to remind you of your girls.” you freeze for a moment at the connection he made, his consideration nearly making your eyes well.

if only he knew who else purple reminded me of.

“izuku, these are beautiful.”

“i’m so glad you like them.” he breaks into a wide grin, noticing you double taking at his face.

“what happened here?” almost instinctively, you gently cup your hand onto the side of his face, noticing a new wound below one of his eyes.

“o-oh, it’s nothing, just typical work stuff. it’s not major, i promise.” the new touch lights fire under his skin, relishing in how soft your hands are.

he stays in your office for another few hours, conversation flowing easily again and updating each other on your lives. you’re both speaking animatedly with lots of hand gestures, resulting in your fingers brushing each other repeatedly. eventually, he just grabs one of your hands and toys with your fingers as he talks, the size difference in your hands being almost comical.

his phone rings, groaning as he sees who’s name is on the screen.

“hello- okay don’t raise your voice at me asshole. yes, yes, alright i’ll be back soon. boy, shut the hell up.”

“work?” you let out a chuckle, recognizing dynamight’s yell on the other end of the phone.

“unfortunately. i’ve gotta go, but i’ll see you again soon.”

he wraps you in a hug, making your breath hitch when he quickly kisses the top of your hair.

“bye, (y/n).” he flashes his signature grin as he closes your office door, leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“good day at work?”

“what makes you say that, mai?” your nanny smiles as she hands one of your daughters a snack, before she hurries back into her room with her sister.

“you’re glowing.”

“yea, something like that.” your cheeks heat as you set your purse down, your thoughts running in the direction of your new muse.

“it’s nice to see you smile again, (y/n). whatever’s going on, i hope it keeps up.”

your eyes go wide at her words, stopping in your tracks.

was it that obvious how much you were struggling ?

“midoriya’s got a girlfriend.”

mina nearly chokes on her water, staring at izuku expectantly

“do i now?”

“there’s no way anyone would ever wanna date your nerdy ass.”

“like you haven’t wanted to since we were kids?” izuku’s comment makes the group laugh, but mina doesn’t miss the way his eyes sparkle, looking off into space with a goofy smile.

izuku found himself in your office at least once a week, looking forward to those meetings more than anything. he wanted so bad to see you somewhere other than your office, but his status made it almost impossible for him to even think about going anywhere without paparazzi pouncing on him. the only reason you two’s office meet ups weren’t suspected by anyone was because it was completely normal for the pro heroes to work with investigators on all the different cases circulating the city.

but he was fed up with only seeing you in your office. so a few months into seeing him, you found yourself checking into a local hotel under a fake name, to preserve the secrecy of his identity.

you gently knock on the door to the room, gasping as izuku barely opens the door and pulls you in, quickly closing it behind you.

he looks you up and down, still processing the fact that you’re really standing in front of him.

“hi.” he grins widely, his voice barely audible.

“why are you whispering?” you giggle as you match his volume, cradling his face as you step towards him.

“i don’t know.” this makes both of you break into full blown laughter, giddy at the interaction.

there’s comfortable silence for a few moments, izuku’s eyes glittering as he analyzes all the details of your face up close. you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze, his attentiveness and excitement to just be in your presence feeling so foreign.

“you’re so pretty.”

maybe it’s the sincerity in his voice, or the stability you feel from his large hands holding your waist, or the excitement of his green eyes dancing all over your facial features. something about such a simple statement tips you over the edge, pulling him against you before you can think twice.

he gasps when your lips meet his, freezing for only a second before lifting you off the ground easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he makes his way towards the bed in the room.

he’s kissing you

izuku is kissing you

you are kissing izuku

his mind is racing as he sits down, sitting you atop his lap and never disconnecting from you. he’d daydreamed about this more times than he could count.

izuku was observant, that was no secret. and as you two fell into rhythm with each other, you realized just how observant of you he was. his hands worked against your body like the movement was natural, confident as his fingers traced every curve of your frame.

guilt washed over you as he began to pepper kisses down your neck, momentarily second guessing your actions.

he slips his hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your back as he kisses you.

“you have… no idea… how long i’ve wanted… to do this.” he nearly whimpers, kissing along your jawline before meeting your lips again. something about the desperation, the gratitude in his tone, made all your doubt wash away.

he pulls your shirt over your head, eyes catching on the intricate tattoo on your ribs, trailing down your side.

you’re on your way home a few hours later, feeling like you’re walking on clouds. but as you pull into your driveway and pull your keys from the ignition of your car, everything in you deflates.

what the hell am i doing?

“so, i met someone.”

“i knew it!” denki nearly launches off of his chair, making shinso groan.

izuku grinned at kaminari��s excitement, his friends all looking expectantly to hear about his new muse.

“how’d you meet?”

“we ended up sitting next to each other on my flight back from the US. i asked for her number when we landed, and it just kind of took off from there.”

“you look like you’re about to start kicking your feet like a damn schoolgirl.” bakugou scoffs.

“wait, i wanna hear more!! details, izu. is she hot? what’s she do? do we know her?” mina leans forward onto her elbows, eyes glittering.

“i don’t think you guys know her. she’s a PI, she keeps her life pretty secret.”

“sounds just like (y/n). she’s a PI too, most people don’t even know she exists.” shinso chuckles fondly, taking a sip of his beer.

“yea, sh- wait, what?”

“oh shit, you were overseas when we got married. my wife, (y/n), is a PI.”

shinso cocks up an eyebrow as izuku’s face pales.

“what’s the matter midoriya?” kirishima looks curiously between the two.

izuku sighs heavily, quickly putting the pieces together.

“dragon tattoo?” he gestures to his ribs.

“yea, how do y-“ shinso cuts off his own sentence, knuckles tingling when he realizes what izuku is insinuating.

“aw shit.” kaminari is the first to break the silence, the tension thick between the group.

“nice going, nerd.”

“you’re married?”

“you’re fucking my wife?!”

“neither of you even wear a wedding ring, how was i supposed to-“ izuku stops as shinso storms up to him, gripping the collar of his shirt.

“hitoshi, hold o-“

“sit the fuck down.” he barks, effectively making kirishima and kaminari return to their seats.

as bad as he wanted to swing, he knew izuku would destroy him in a physical fight. thankfully, he had other ideas.

“how long?” he growls

“shinso-“

“how long have you been fucking my wife, midoriya?”

izuku feels his mind cloud, shinso’s quirk making his body go slack.

“a few months.”

“did she tell you she was married?”

“no.”

“that we have kids?”

“yes.”

“call her.”

mina clamps her hand over her mouth as izuku pulls his phone from his pocket, shinso putting the phone on speaker so everyone can hear the ringing.

“hello?”

shinso chuckles bitterly, biting down on the inside of his cheek as hearing your voice confirmed everything.

you look away from the cartoon your daughters had playing, realizing they’re both asleep on the couch where you three sat.

you see izuku’s name flash across the screen of your work phone, stomach turning as you slide your finger across the screen to answer it.

“hello?”

“go on, tell her, midoriya.”

your breath catches, the voice on the line all too familiar, even though it didn’t belong to izuku.

“shinso knows about us, (y/n).”

shit.

[quinloki]

Hi imma be greedy too :3

what about worked up, kinks, and another with Sabo/Marco pls and thank you Quin :3333

xD Alright, so I'm assuming Sabo and Marco are the request for Worked up and Kink as well, and then together for Another - or at least that's what I'mma go with

mdni, you know the drill, kinks will get kinky so you've been warned.

-:- Worked Up -:- What is your f/o like when turned on? Are they desperate, tense, barely restrained? How do they handle it?

Marco:

Barely restrained. This man's control is all about keeping himself under control, but once he's worked up he's already started to let go. He wants what he wants, how he wants, and if I've opened the doors for him there's no holding back.

He can cool off in an instant if I need it - but otherwise it's a need that simmers under the surface, flickering flames along his shoulders and fingers, shifting in his eyes. Others might have me feeling like I'm being hunted, but Marco doesn't give that kind of heads up.

It's almost a tangible thing, honestly.

Sabo:

Sabo gets a little desperate. He does trying to keep it under wraps, but if he's had to deal with it for any length of time, his patience is often thrown right out the window. Knowing he's like that, and teasing him further is usually a good way to get myself in trouble >.>

What can I say, hearing those leather gloves just creeeeeak with barely restrained need is a delicious sound.

-:- Kinks -:- are you or your f/o kinky? What kinds of kinks do you and your f/o like?

Marco:

Marco's kinky in the "open to anything" sense of the word. He might have a weakness for a few things like Breeding and roleplays - a solid appreciation for impact play and power play dynamics, but really he just likes knowing his partner(s) is/are enjoying things.

So with me he incorporates a lot of rope and dom/sub dynamics.

The best part is that there's not really a lot of hard No's with either of us, so most of the stuff we do is experimenting and trying new things. It's a helluva lot safer with his devil fruit, for him and me.

Sabo:

Sabo loves power dynamics. He leans more toward being the one in control, but he's also okay with relinquishing that to some extent. I've barely got a dominating bone in my body though, so it's a rare thing for him to be receiving.

Impact play, Edge Play, Sensory Play - there's some madness in him, but he's oh so careful when walking along lines. He's a cruel bastard sometimes, especially with over-stim and denial, but the pay-offs are worth it in my opinion.

-:- Another -:- have you ever considered including someone else in your activities? If so, who would it be?

Marco:

Marco's not against it at all. So long as the person I'm including or he is, is aware of all the appropriate boundaries - safe words, limits, etc.

He'll rarely take on a sub role in group dynamics, however, no matter who else is included. Izou, Rayleigh, Shakky, and maybe a couple others will get him to let go of the reins, but otherwise he'll maintain control.

Which can be a sight to see when you're including someone like Sabo, who likes control more than not, or Kid who doesn't have a submissive bone in his body (Marco'll joke that he'll shove one in his ass if it'll make him feel better.)

Sabo:

He's not against it, but he's not overly open with it either. With Sabo it has to be someone he's gotten to know and trust, and much like Marco the first few times he's not going to be keen on relinquishing control.

Marco, Ace and Law I feel are on his short list. When it's Ace or Law it's always a bit of a power struggle between him and them (I'm just here for the ride lol ) - but it's not really much of a competition when it's Marco. Though to rank it a little more clearly, Law doesn't want to give up control as much as Sabo, it can get heated (they communicate so heated in a good way), Ace is more likely to fold than to fold Sabo, but I don't think he really minds it. I think he just knows Sabo likes the challenge, and I crumble like a house of cards.

Spicy self-ship asks

[bradshawswife]

Friend Bob! But Friend Bob is really wicked Bob when he gets you alone. Teases. Taunts, finds his voice. Knows exactly what he wants because his voice won’t be lost in the group.

Just a thought! x

AHHH YES!!! thanks for the suggestion bestieee <3

Alone with Bob.

✤ w/c: 1761

✤ description: Bob is a reserved guy. He's fairly shy in public, but once he's alone with you? Oh prepare for the best night of your life. Readers call sign is Bee 🐝

✤ pairing: bob floyd x fem!reader

✤ warnings: SMUT. minors DNI pls. Protected sex, PIV, fingering, oral f!receiving. Switch!Bob. Bob being sexy as usual. Friends to lovers. It's always the quiet ones my dudes.

Bob was a relatively quiet guy. He rarely ever spoke when you and the team were at The Hard Deck. You always assumed he was introverted or had a lot of anxiety around big crowds. Some of that was true, but Bob was just a reserved guy. You two had been friends for a few months, him being your new WSO after being stationed here in San Diego. He was a really good WSO, always on top of things and assertive in his voice when up in the air, but on solid ground? Shyest guy you've ever been around.

One night, after a long day of work, you and the team had decided to go to The Hard Deck as you usually did. You walked in to see Hangman, and Coyote playing darts. You couldn't see anyone else, so you assumed you were early. Heading over to the pool table, you're spooked when you notice Bob by your side.

"Jesus Bob, give a girl some warning." you squeal, looking up to the tall brunette. He gives you a shy smile and goes to sit down with his drink.

The rest of the crew strut in at their respective times, joining you and Bob by the pool table.

Throughout the night, Bob stayed observing the crowd. Watching you mindlessly play flirt with Rooster and Hangman, he found himself to get a bit annoyed.

He had been in love with you ever since he laid his eyes on you a few months ago, in this very bar. You guys had been called here on a special detachment, and ever since he seen you, he knew he'd be done for. Becoming your WSO was just another blessing to him, the first one being knowing you.

After a few hours of pool, darts, and a few drinks later, everyone was calling it a night. As you head outside, you realize your front left tire is flat. Just lovely.

Bob comes out after you, observing the scene. He always made sure you got in your car safely. He always looked out for you, even if you didn't notice.

"Oh no, what happened?" he asked you softly, slightly scaring you because he once again appears out of no where. Man's is a stealth pilot.

"Ah again, Bob! You can't keep scaring me," you chuckle, "My tire appears to be flat. Do you think you could take me home?" you ask, fidgeting for your phone to remind yourself to call the tow tomorrow morning.

"Sure thing, Bee" he says, smiling as he directs you to his car. He opens the passenger door, gaining a remark out of you.

"Ever the gentleman." you say, smiling ear to ear. It was rare to see such chivalry now a days, but you're not surprised. Bob was a fairly sweet man. From what little he's told you, its safe to say he was raised right.

He makes his way to the drivers side, sliding into the seat and turning the car on. He puts his arm behind your seat as he backs up, which sends heat straight to your core (Ok, this is easily one of the hottest thing any guy can do, tell me I'm wrong?) Sure, you were a little buzzed, having had 2 drinks.

Your reaction from that simple movement didn't go unnoticed by Bob. He seen you squeeze your legs shut promptly, he knew what he was doing. You know what they say friends, never judge a book by its cover.

"Does that turn you, Bee?" he mutters. You quickly look at him like he has three heads.

"What did you say?" you ask, unsure of how to react to this sudden change in persona from Bob.

"I said," he starts, promptly putting his big hand on your thigh, "does that turn you on? What i just did with my arm? I noticed the reaction, baby." he smirks, still focusing on the road. He can see from the corner of his eyes that your face is as red as a tomato and your eyes are as wide as saucers.

"I'm just... shocked at your directness right now" you say shakingly, as he moves his hand further up your leg, lightly moving under your sundress.

"I love those little sundresses you wear. I notice them all the time," his hand gets closer to your clothed core, "the way it rides up slightly when you bend down," his fingers teasingly moving up and down over your already damp area. Your breath hitches as he continues to tease you.

"I uh, mhmm," you let out a moan, which is easily the prettiest noise Bob has ever heard. He's imagined how would sound, underneath him, on top of him, whichever position that would occur. It's better than anything he's imagined. He's already painfully hard, this didn't help that.

You find yourself parked in your driveway now, with Bobs fingers teasing your entrance, rubbing up and down. "Finish your sentence baby," he says, as he inserts a finger into you.

"Uhm, what brought this, fuck mhmm, on" you say, moaning halfway through because his fingers are moving painfully slow. Looking up into his eyes, his pretty blue eyes are no longer soft and blue. They are dark and filled with lust as his fingers are pumping in and out of you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all night, just couldn’t find the courage till we were alone,” he smiles, which sends another wave of heat to your core. He seems so different now, alone with you. Its like he switched personas the minute he was alone. Totally different guy.

He made you finish within the next 2 minutes, which was embarrassingly fast. He’s just so hot the way he looks at you.

Within the next 5 minutes you’re dragging him inside and he’s pushing you against the wall. You feel the huge bulge in his pants surprisingly getting harder and harder. You didn’t think it was possible to get even more hard at this rate, but with all the surprises Bob is pulling on you tonight, nothing is off the table.

Once you both get upstairs between your kisses, he makes haste of removing your clothes, and his. After that’s out of the way, he directs you towards your bed and shoves you down on it, hiking your legs up.

“Can I eat you out?” he mumbles, lowering himself to the ground while you’re positioned at the edge of the bed.

“Oh fuck yes please” you moan out as he gets dangerously close to your soaked area.

“Please who?” he smirks. Bob has a huge rank kink, which you’re about to find out.

“Please, Lieutenant” you whisper, barely coherent as he traces circles on your inner thigh. He quickly hikes your legs across his shoulders to get better access.

“Good girl, so good at listening,” he mumbles into your thigh as he rubs circles around your clit. He loves the pretty little sounds you make. Before you know it, he’s latched his mouth onto you and begins eating you out like his life depends on it. Licking up and down your folds, sucking on your clit, the works.

Right as you were about to have your second orgasm, he quickly removes his mouth from your area, eliciting moans and whimpers from the loss of contact.

“Sorry bunny,” you giggle at the nickname, “as much as I love treating you, it’s worth it” he states, licking his lips clean of the excess juices from you. He immediately kisses you, so you can taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulls out a condom from his pocket. You’re shocked he came with one, thinking you would have had to use your stash in your bedside table.

“I’ve been waiting for this day to happen for months,” he hisses as he rolls the latex on his painfully hard erection. He lines himself up with your entrance, lowering himself onto you so he can pepper kisses across your collarbone. He teases you with the tip for a bit, making sure you’ll be ok with his size. Once he’s pushing himself into you, he quickly attaches his mouth onto yours, so you can moan into his mouth.

Once he’s bottomed out, and you’re a moaning mess. He does small, soft thrusts to get you used to the fullness. The minute you’re adjusted, he speeds up. Thankfully, your house isn’t attached to another, or else your neighbours would look at you completely different the next morning. Bob loved how loud you were.

He wasn’t so quiet himself, but not as loud as you. You loved his grunts and praises. Within minutes you feel another orgasm, twice as strong ball up in your stomach. Since you were denied your last one, this one is just insane. You can tell he was getting close too, the more you clench around him. Soon enough you’re both finishing at the same time.

He stays laying on top of you, not wanting to break away from your warm body, even though you’re both sweating messes. After a few more minutes of controlling your guys breathing, he removes himself from you and discards the condom. He treks to the bathroom to find a washcloth to clean you up, because he’s incredibly good at aftercare (of course he is, he’s bob.)

After you’re both cleaned up, you get up to grab pajamas, hoping you have something comfortable for him to change into. You find a pair of sweatpants that belonged to your ex, and a baggy T-shirt for Bob.

You turn around and see Bob looking around your room, smiling at pictures you had spewed around the room. You hand him the clothes and he gets dressed, continuing to look around to get a sense of your personality, more than he’s already seen.

“I love these pictures” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist. “This room is very, you” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Well, it better be, because this is my hobbit hole, i never leave besides work and the bar” you laugh into his chest.

You both lay back down on your bed, snuggling into his chest. After browsing through your streaming services you settled on some Disney movies. You were a child at heart, and loved watching these movies. Luckily for you, Bob grew up with younger sisters so he also quite enjoys these.

While dozing off, you felt so safe in his arms. Probably the most peaceful you’ve ever felt. You hoped this wasn’t the last time this would happen.

And, it wasn’t.

✤ a/n: howdy folks, I wasn’t sure how to end this because i feel like i’m dragging it on. I could do a part two, or just leave it at this. Hope y’all enjoyed!

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Patrick Bateman NSFW alphabet pls? 🥺 love your work btw ❤️❤️❤️

Patrick Bateman NSFW Alphabet

Oki!

(Requests and Matchups: OPEN)

(CW: NSFW, Brief discussion of sadism, degradation, choking, bondage, biting, face-fucking, and Patrick being really into stockings and high heels)

A=Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Might stay afterward to either talk to you for a few minutes or he'll fall asleep next to you.

Offers you ice cream and a glass of water since that's literally the only things he has in his fridge.

B=Body Part (Their favorite part of their partner's body)

Legs.

He has a thing for high heels and stockings. Whenever you wear either one of those things it gives him a chance to admire how beautiful you are. (Also gives him a boner...)

C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)

Likes cumming on your thighs and face.

He's kinda concerned about having children since he doesn't think it would reflect his image so he avoids anything child related at all costs.

D=Dirty Secret

Wants you to dominate him

He absolutely loves the idea of you putting him in his place but he's not sure how you'll react to hearing that.

He also really wants you to slap him while he's fucking you

E= Experience (How much do they have?)

A good amount, he get's sexually pent up constantly so he spends most of his time outside of work either watching porn or having sex.

Though just be aware that he doesn't have any concern for his sexual partner and will only focus on his pleasure unless you tell him otherwise.

F= Favorite Position

Depends on your relationship with him but if you're together then it will most likely be missionary and if you're FWB or a one-night stand then he'll fuck you from behind.

G= Goofy (How are they in the moment? Are they more serious or humorous?)

Dangerously serious

He'll give you a death stare while he fucks you if you so much as laugh during sex

H= Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Is very well-groomed and makes sure that it doesn't grow out too long. (Definitely has a ruler so that he can measure the hair)

I=Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Gives you kisses and hickies but he struggles with embracing you during the moment and he usually fucks you roughly so he does come off as cold, but if he's still with you then in some form he does love you.

Runs his hands through your hair afterwards and praises you.

J=Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

All. The. Time.

Though he prefers jerking off when he's on the phone with you so that he can hear your pretty voice as you tell him about your day.

K=Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sadism, Bondage, Biting, Degradation, Chocking, and praise(depending on the day)

L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere as long as it doesn't compromise his reputation.

Fantasizes about fucking you in his office when nobody is there.

M=Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Dressing up/wearing well-put-together outfits.

Wearing makeup, specifically red lipstick.

Running your nails up and down his chest and lower abdomen.

Wearing tight clothes that show off your ass also really gets him going.

N=No (Something they won't do, turn-offs)

Watersports, DDLG, Wax play, Extreme asphyxiation

O=Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Absolutely loves getting a blowjob and every time he throat fucks you until you're crying and your makeup ruined.

When he does go down on you(Very rare), he'll do it till you can't take it anymore and your body begins to convulse. He's super gentle but it gets intense because of how long he does it.

P=Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Rough and fast all the way.

Unless he's on a hospital bed, there's no way he won't fuck you as rough and as fast as he possibly can.

Sometimes when he's tired he'll fuck you deeper and slower but even then he's not very gentle.

Q=Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

YES.

He's constantly booking reservations so he doesn't have time to have long sessions with you

R=Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Doesn't take any risks since he's worried about getting caught and also if he's trying to impress you it's not likely that he's going to try new things that dive more into sadism.

S=Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they usually last?)

He can go for around 3 rounds, each of them ranging from 10-15 minutes.

Sometimes he lasts longer if he gets distracted by his muscles in the mirror.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He's way too confident in himself to think that he'd need anything else other than his dick and his hands.

U=Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Kind of, sometimes he'll call you at random and talk to you about how much he wants to fuck you.

Most of the time it is unintentional because he was around shirtless and he doesn't really notice the way he acts since he always hangs out around other men.

V=Volume (How loud they are, what kind of noises do they make, etc.)

He talks more than he moans.

Either has or will fuck you while talking about Chris de Burgh and other gifted artists that he deems ahead of their time.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He has came in his pants without you touching him just from him listening to your moans and yelps.

X=X-Ray

He's around 6.5 inches and he knows how to use it.

If you're angry with him you can manipulate him into thinking that his dick is below average and he'll get upset about it. (He's semi insecure)

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very very high.

He can fuck you every day of the week for hours on end and he'll do it happily.

Z=ZZZ... (How fast do they fall asleep afterward?)

He can fall asleep 30 minutes to an hour afterwards

Leaves afterwards unless you trap him in your arms and you play with his hair.

[simomo-the-smol]

Simomo Simo

B A S I C S

Name: Simomo Simo!

Nicknames: None.

Age: Mid-late twenties, I thiiiink?

Nameday: 21st Sun of the 4th Astral Moon.

Race: Plainsfolk Lalafell.

Gender: Agender really, has never had a thought about gender, it's something other impose on her, she is v much an any pronouns binch. She doesn't care what others register her as.

Orientation: Grey Ace, pan but rarely interested. Believed none of that was for her before she fell for Raha.

Profession: Adventurer, omni crafting artisan.

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: Black with mid green highlights, fringe and ponytail.

Eyes: Green

Skin: A reasonably pale popoto, with white freckles.

Tattoos/scars: None visible

F A M I L Y

Parents: Her parents are farmers in Middle La Noscea, her father regularly making trips by foot into Limsa to trade. Humble family, employing former pirates looking to go "straight". As such, Simo has had a propensity for swearing since she was pretty young!

Siblings: None, Simo is an only child.

Grandparents: ???

In-laws and Other: In a relationship with G'raha Tia, not intrinsically mono, but has never thought about it one way or another. Views the Scions as family, and has a constant (platonic) companion in Rivi Feathersage @feathersage

Pets: Simomo's chocobo is called Greffie- named after Grehfar, the Yellowjacket Lift Attendant stationed in Bulwark Hall, Limsa Lominsa. Grehfar showed a little too much willingness to listen to little Simo's stories when she started venturing into the city on her own, and as such became Simomo's first proudly-declared friend of her own in the city.

Greffie is a pumpkin orange Belah'dian Jennet chocobo who has accompanied Simo into many battles and over varied terrain. His favourite food is curiel roots. Despite his diminutive size, he can hold his own in battle and in play with other 'bos.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Simo first learned arcanima when they began adventuring, inspired by the stories of their forebears, subsequently specialising into summoning. A chance encounter with a dance troupe who had arrived in Limsa. While at first discouraged by the troupe's flowy attire, Simo realised one could dance in all manner of garb, and has been throwing chakrams at ne'er-do-well faces ever since!

Hobbies: Foraging, as this is something done since Simo's childhood to supplement farmed produce, and in turn, crafting with said gathered materials. At the end of the day, there will always be a certain lure to the market board for a Lalafell, after all!

Simomo also spends a somewhat questionable amount of time in the Gold Saucer, especially enjoying tests of agility like the Cliffhanger and Leap of Faith GATEs.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Her giving heart, Simo will seldom turn from someone in need, lending a hand with even quite minor gripes even after battling to save the very star. She's generous with her time and complimentary to (almost) all.

Most Negative Trait: Zenos may have had a point... she does enjoy the fight. Not that she's ever admitted her answer to any of her loved ones.

Some may also argue the fact that she will put ketchup on pretty much any savoury foodstuff.

L I K E S

Colors: Hunter green.

Smells: Vanilla, cinnamon, sweet spices in general.

Textures: soft fabrics that move with her.

Drinks: She's partial to a cup of tea!

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nope.

Drinks: Doesn't drink alcohol regularly, but can hold a surprising amount of drink due to the upbringing around pirates and in and around Limsa Lominsa!

Drugs: No.

Mount Issuance: Greffie, issued from the Grand Company of Limsa Lominsa, The Maelstrom.

Been Arrested: Simo has, thus far, always managed to talk herself out of sticky situations. Gods know how, given how goofy she typically is when trying to do said talking!

Tagged by: @feathersage

Not tagging anyone bc I think everyone's probably been tagged as I am late to the game, but if you see this and want to do it, I'd love to see yours, so pls tag me!

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Wargreymon nsft alphabet pls

WarGreymon NSFT Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

WarGreymon is a massive cuddler!! He's extremely warm, and he loves wrapping his arms around his partner and holding them close to his chest after sex, gently nuzzling his nose against his partner's neck or back. He makes sure there's always water stacked around the room, just to keep his partner hydrated after, too.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Legs... He loves his partner's legs. Squeezing them, "kissing" them. There's just something nice about them he can't help himself.

His hands. There's just something about seeing how small his partner is when he places his hands on them, or holds their own hands. It just amuses him and he finds it so cute.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

WarGreymon cums.. quite a good lot, and as such he tries to be careful about it... but damn, if the sight of his partner's stomach being slightly distended when he pushes his cum back into them and tries to block their entrance to not spill it out before he can get something to clean them up is... quite alluring.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

WarGreymon has a bit of a thing for his partner's scent, more their sex than anything else... he would never admit t... but he has done a bit of an embarrassing thing - at least in his eyes - about grabbing one of their underwear and giving it a curious sniff... and getting a bit too into it, especially if they had just touched themself before tossing it into the laundry. He's embarrassed about doing such, but he couldn't quite help himself with it...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

WarGreymon doesn't have too much experience, but he has enough to know how to go about a session with his partner

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His partner and him having a bit of "cuddle fuck", laying on their sides as he holds up a leg and thrusts into them

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

WarGreymon likes to be a bit of a goof with his partner. He does think sex is pretty serious... but he can't help himself at times when he's holding his partner close as he mutters a soft joke to make them laugh

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Doesn't really have hair so to say aside from the hair that is on his head. He's pretty smooth and "clean shaven"

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Because of the positions WarGreymon likes to pick, he can't help being a bit romantic in the moment with how he holds his partner. Wrapping his arms around them, looking into their eyes... he tries to be romantic in the moment anyhow.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

WarGreymon rarely masturbates. He'd have to be quite desperate to do so, but when he does, he prefers doing it near water in some way/in a bathtub/shower. Just to make the clean-up easier and because it gives him a bit of privacy when it comes to stroking his cock

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise (on partner), marking, shower sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The shower or the bedroom

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes it's the scent his partner gives off that can easily enough draw him in. Just the scent of their arousal can get him going, and a bit of dirty talk as well from them should they want to add to it a little bit more

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

piss/scat, spanking

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

WarGreymon prefers the use of his fingers... but he also wouldn't mind if his partner wanted to try and ride his face the best they can even with the mask covering it, using him more like a toy to grind against than anything. Should they give him a blowjob, he does become a bit of a mess and can't help the noises he makes as they suck him off

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

WarGreymon prefers his soft and sensual, but he can get a bit rougher if asked, or he's growing close to release as he pulls his partner close and fucks a bit faster into them

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

WarGreymon doesn't mind a quickie, but mostly only likes to do them when there is a quick clean-up nearby. Usually in showers or should they have been swimming is where he likes to have them, otherwise he doesn't do them as often

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

WarGreymon is down for experimenting with something, so long as it doesn't sound too like it might be a bit too much...

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

WarGreymon has quite a LOT of stamina, being a Mega level it's not tough for him to keep going. He lasts for as long as his partner can, but he cums quite a few times in a session as well... but many Digimon can keep going despite such things

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren't quite his thing... but if his partner wants to bring something in, he isn't against it entirely.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

WarGreymon doesn't like to be a tease, how only "teases" with his words if anything when it comes to dirty talking

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

WarGreymon can get pretty loud, especially when he's near climax. Moaning, soft nothings to his partner. He gets pretty noisy about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

WarGreymon was a bit awkward when it came to his and his partner's first time, as he's quite a large Digimon in a few ways. So he really, really wanted to make sure that they were prepared for him, and their first time was more them riding his fingers more than anything else before he actually figured them to be prepped enough for him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Internal cock, external balls. When unsheathed, it is thick, and looks human-like, but with a tapered tip and ridges lining the top and bottom of the shaft

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty average, he doesn't always need his partner around, but when they want to get frisky, WarGreymon wouldn't say no

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

WarGreymon only falls asleep after his partner does

[katbrando]

SLAMMING THROUGH THE DOOR KAT MY LOVE I AM HERE TO FEED YOUR S/I DINOPANTS

👠🍂🌻🌵🌊🌌

(The last one is the horoscopes one but I don’t think it’s the right emoji)

Also answer them as a pairing or individually whatever you feel like 💖✨

oh my GOD melk HFDSKJGHDS you've opened the floodgates, i've typed so many words.. THANK YOU for feeding me 💜💜💜

👠 - What’s the height difference between you and your f/o like?

I love this about us !!! I'm just shy of 5ft, Diego is a few inches taller but that's fine because it's perfect for me to get on my tip-toes, lean into him, and kiss him.. HP towers over both of us. I love the thought of them being able to pick both of us up with minimal effort.. :')) pls scoop me up like a baby and hold me gently. Meanwhile Diego gets tossed around and slung over HP's shoulder like a bag of potatoes and he's a whiny little bitch about it (he secretly likes it)

🍂 - How does your f/o feel about change?

Diego: he's not a fan.. he relies on constants and wants to be in control of things. he adjusts to a certain kind of lifestyle or routine and really really hates when it gets tampered with. depending on the severity of the change, he'll throw a fit sometimes. i'm also not great with change so like.. we feed off each other's discomfort and the mutual meltdowns are Not Fun.

HP: they're pretty good at going with the flow in general, so change isn't that big of a deal, even if it's inconvenient. i think they follow a mostly "it is what it is" kind of mentality, and even when they are affected by it they put on a confident face. they're definitely the level-headed one in this little sandwich of ours, always having to reign us in and rationalize the situation.. bless their heart

🌻 - How does your f/o cheer you up?

Diego: unfortunately the guy is Not Good at being emotionally available most of the time, so opening his heart up and offering kind words isn't something he can comfortably do very often. when he can, that's great!! but usually he offers gifts, gives a little backrub, and makes horrible attempts at punny jokes, hoping it'll make me laugh. miraculously it does, but that's because literally everything makes me laugh, he's actually not as funny as he thinks he is :')

HP: lots of physical affection.. but nothing too crazy. holding my hand, brushing my hair, forehead kisses, just a bunch of wordless "it's okay"s and "i'm here"s. on rare occasions they'll use their words and tell me how well i'm doing despite Everything, but they aren't much of a talker so that's saved for the days where i'm especially upset.

🌵 - How long does it take for your f/o to warm up to new people?

it takes a while for both of them... Diego struggles big time with trust issues, and a lot of times that manifests in him turning his nose up and immediately assuming people are a waste of his time, he's just a brat like that, it's his defense mechanism. HP is a little more open, at least offering people a chance and some genuine curiosity, but they still always approach strangers with a strong sense of caution. both of them are very protective, and i am as well, so i'm sure we'd be very off-putting for anybody meeting us for the first time.. Yikes

🌊 - Can your f/o swim?

*insert really bad joke about diego as a baby in the river* clearly he CAN'T swim-

no, but, both of them can swim! unfortunately I'M the one who can't :') but the other two love it, especially HP! i like to sit by the water and watch both of them, maybe sometimes they'll convince me to get in the water with them, but they're gonna have to make sure i don't drown. ganging up on Diego and splashing him would be so worth it

🌌 - How much faith does your f/o have in horoscopes?

Diego? there's no way he's gonna believe in a silly little horoscope, he won't even bother reading them, Diego Brando creates his OWN destiny (he's probably too afraid to read them on the off-chance they'd be accurate and he'd have to admit to that, god forbid his ego take a hit) HP has more of a passive interest, they aren't invested in them. a lot of times we read them out loud just to piss off Diego because he really cannot stand them JGDKSHFDSKJ

[camelliagwerm]

Only You

Pairing: Dianthe/Octavia; Baroness | Queen x Octavia Rating: vary, check chapters for individual ratings. Tags: aasimar baroness, established relationship Word count: 794 words, currently. Notes: Like the Something I Never Aspired To (Us) prompt collection for Valerius/Camellia, this is a drabble collection, this time focusing on my Baroness & Octavia. Absolutely not in chronological order. Any kudos, comments and reblogs are much appreciated as it helps me stay motivated to continue writing.

“It does.” Octavia drapes her arm across Dianthe’s stomach, fingers tracing the pleats of her gown. “I never thought I would end up here, you know. Safe, with a woman I simply adore, soon to be ruling a kingdom with her. It still feels like a dream sometimes, but the best one I could hope for.”

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[inklore]

Another one! For your follower celebration can I pls get a 🔥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 — with Steve Harrington? I'm thinking a soft enemies to lovers trope where they weren't friends in school, but maybe reader gets roped into helping the gang, and she and Steve end up having each other's backs? Maybe with the dialogue -- "so you like me-like me, huh?"

Feel free to alter however you like or do whatever inspires! I'm just in my Steve feels and would love a lil blub! Congratulations again amor! 🌿

more than a feeling.

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader

word count: 888

warnings: none other than super cheesy fluff, and spoilers for season four.

etc: first off ilysm and i hope this fulfills all of your steve needs <3 and second off who woulda guessed the first thing my thirsty ass wrote for this mans is fluff? not me!

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

“I mean, I wouldnt go that far.” Your tone is lacking that softness it just had, instead replaced with your best forced sneer and roll of your eyes when you see the tug of a smile forming across Steve’s lips; your admission unfortunately not falling on deaf ears, or being mistook for near-death-expierenced kindness. But something else that the both of you know to be unspokenly there.

“You jumped for me.” Steve grins.

You hold your hand up, shaking your head. “I only jumped because everyone else jumped. Don’t let it go to your head, Harrington. Your hair is already big enough. Your shoulders aren’t going to hold any more inflation.”

Your jest does the opposite of what you want it to do; deepening the sickening fondness and knowing on his face.

And yeah, maybe you did jump in because just-maybe-possibly your heart sank just as deep as Steve did when he was pulled under. Maybe something inside of you seized and ached and your stomach was filled with a feeling you can only classify as something close to affection, a stupid crush maybe?

Or you could do the ‘of sound mind thing’ and blame it on the movement of the boat making your stomach ache, or maybe the fear of you being the next to be pulled under—because it made more sense than you actually admitting to yourself, and to Steve, that you didn’t actually loathe him; you actually liked him, alot.

But you know there’s no denying it now. No matter how many scowls you shoot at him or how you try to ignore his eyes moving over to you as the two of you follow the rest of the group through this fucked up version of your town. No, there was no going back now. Especially after you had bashed in a nightmarish bat's head to stop it from gnawing at him.

A longer than typical silence spreads between the two of you. There’s always some tease, jest, or banter flowing between the two of you. There was rarely a silent moment when one of you wasn't voicing distaste or complaints; that were clearly masking unfortunate feelings and the delight your body went through when you saw that deadpan look of his, and frustrating way he would run his fingers through his hair when you would make a stinging comment to his ego.

You were screwed. Had been since you were roped into this little group of theirs.

Guess there was no going back now.

You were either going to die at the hands of some demented boogeyman or from the endless mockery Steve was going to dish out at you now that he knew you actually didn’t hate him that much, or at all.

"So you like me-like me, huh?" He’s still grinning at you.

The eye roll you do is involuntary and completely warranted because god you were never going to live this down and screw your mouth for being so big and your heart for feeling…things. You were just another town cliche. Another girl who found Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington irresistible. Except you weren’t afraid to let him know how obnoxiously irritating he was—is.

“If you tell anyone I’ll deny it until the day I die.” You’re looking everywhere but at him. Trying to make your tone as sarcastic as possible, but not denying his words. Confirming them without letting anymore sentiments come out of your mouth like uncontrolled word vomit.

Theres a part of you that wants to hear him admit the same thing. Even if its masked by a joke, or a dig. And you hate it. Hate that you're pretty much in some fresh hell and your nerves are only tingling and preening at the hope that Steve says he likes you back. That he doesn't really find you as annoying as it seems.

How pathetic is that?

Extremely.

But you’re ready for the humiliation. Know that it’s coming before it happens. Try to convince yourself of it being factual as you stare down at the ground, focusing on not stepping in whatever gross muck is on the road ahead of you; it doing little to stop you from still holding out hope, to feeling the shared aforementioned pathetic feelings.

You're so prepared for the downfall, the aftermath of this situation—this place—just getting worse as the seconds tick by that you don’t realize Steve’s fingers are brushing against yours until his palm is pressed to yours. Your fingers laced with eachothers; your teeth sinking into the flesh of your cheek to hide the huge smile that threatens to spread across your lips.

Who knew fireworks could shoot off in someones body? Could light every nerve ending on fire, how cheesy, cliche.

You love it.

“It’s crazy,” Steve sighs. Your body readys for him to say something regarding the moment, to ruin it by making you feel even more. Something he doesn’t do when he says, “Not a strand of hair out of place,” and it’s even worse. Because you’re letting that smile spread wide as you look over at him and watch him play with his hair, the look in his eyes, in his grin, letting you know he’s only said it so you can say something about it—his hair your favorite topic of tease.

Yeah, you’re totally screwed.

[ahundredtimesover]

plm couple date night drabble? pls only if you have the chance 😊

This was incredibly fun to write 💕 Pausing a bit on this couple but I hope you enjoy this. Will definitely go back to them!🙂

Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (04) - Date Night

WC: 8,204

Tags/Warnings: probably inaccurate things about drawing and soccer; indecent thoughts about one's spouse, nudity, smut (kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff (18+)

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Jungkook grips your hand as you walk past the door, your eyes widening at the suite that you’re both led to. It’s nicer and more comfortable than you expected, and you turn to your husband who seems just as surprised. 

“You may order drinks and snacks,” the staff points to the monitor by the coffee table. “And please press this button once you’re ready to place your bets.”

You smile at her and give your thanks while Jungkook stands by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the race track. 

“Cool stuff,” he says, looking at you with a smile. “I never understood the appeal of these things but grandfather loves watching this.”

“Then why are we here, then?” You chuckle. 

You didn’t think Jungkook would be into this, too, especially since he’s more into activities that require him to move around. 

“Because,” he starts, “competing with you is fun. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You just never played Street Fighter with me, Kook,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I was a screaming and competitive mess when I was younger.”

“Which I never knew since you never played with me,” he pouts.

“Because you were so good and I didn’t want to embarrass myself,” you argue. “I told you, I had a little crush on you then. And I still do.”

You see the tips of his ears turn pink and he tries hard to not smile too much, but he still does, the scrunch of his nose too adorable for you to not squeal internally. 

Jungkook always had that charm growing up, and that intensified when puberty hit - he got rid of his bowl cut, he gained some muscle, and his confidence skyrocketed, mostly because he was in the soccer team and that immediately made him one of the popular ones. His being a rich kid - who always threw parties at the village clubhouse or at rented hotels - added to that, and of course, the fact that he’s always been incredibly handsome. 

You could think of a dozen other girls from high school who matched his outgoing personality and level of popularity - there was that star gymnast whom he dated for a while, the class President who was as sociable as she was smart, the model whom everyone had a crush on, and so many others. 

He enjoyed those years, that much you knew. He had a different girlfriend every few months. But when it came to you, well, he rarely looked your way. Of course, now you know why, but still - high school you wouldn’t have believed it if you told her that in 10 years, you’d be making the Jeon Jungkook blush and get all shy the way he is right now. 

The announcement that the next race will start soon brings you back to the present. Jungkook motions for you and you stand with him by the window, his arm around your waist, as you both observe the horses. 

He disregards the call for bets, making you think that he took you here specifically for the bet between the both of you, and somehow that makes you even more excited. 

“So, what are the rules?” You ask, turning to him. 

“Alright, so there are 8 horses racing,” he starts. “We each bet on 4 different ones. Their rank in the race will be equivalent to points. We’ll add them up after 3 rounds and whoever has lower points, wins.”

“Why can’t it just be that the winning horse for the round scores a point for us and first to 2, wins?” You ask, wondering why he’s making it more complicated.

“Because when I win both rounds, then that’s it. Where’s the fun in that?” He scoffs. “Plus, it’s more entertaining if we keep on rooting for the horses until the race ends.”

“Hmm, fair point,” you nod. “So what’s on the line?”

“So if I win,” he smiles cheekily, “you attend my soccer match next Saturday wearing my jersey with a handmade sign rooting for me.”

He looks at you smugly and you know he’s not joking. When he said that the winner can ask the other person to do something embarrassing, he really meant it. 

Jungkook, even when he had girlfriends in high school, always had admirers, and it was easy to spot them, too - anyone could just go to soccer practice and see who was lurking at the field, watching him. During games, there were several of them wearing his (unofficial) jersey with placards with his name on them. 

Nari and Minhyuk used to send you photos of those girls. Yeji, who was part of the broadcasting club, always managed to take videos of the awkwardness when they screamed for Jungkook all at once and he didn’t seem to know who to address first. 

You were obviously never part of that crowd. Squealing people always rattled you; games often went on for hours under the sun and you didn’t want your family to be worried. 

It’s safe to say that you’d never watched any of Jungkook’s games live, not until he joined that soccer club the other month. They play thrice a week, and your husband has always found a way to go at least twice, and you’ve managed to watch a few of them. 

You’d either be by yourself or with your friends, somewhere higher up the bleachers, away from those who treat these games as another one of their social events. You can’t blame them, though, not when the players are as handsome and rich as they are. 

And just like in his younger years, Jungkook took command of this field, too. Whether it was a flashy pass or a goal, he always celebrated with such finesse, and it’s no surprise he’s become popular with the other “fans,” too. 

But you were always the supporter on the sideline, taking photos and videos from afar, merely waving whenever he called out to you, and then leaving him with his teammates when they invited him for drinks. That was always Jungkook’s world, and you basked in him basking in it. But with this bet on the line, you really wouldn’t have an excuse. 

“What’s the placard supposed to say?” You cock an eyebrow. 

“Anything,” he shrugs. “As long as it screams, I’m so in love with my husband.”

He teasingly kisses your cheek as you chuckle at his cheesiness. 

“That’s it?” You feign nonchalance, but he sees right through you.

“Yes, babe. I know you’re squirming internally already.”

You laugh at his statement, and your scrunched nose mirrors his. You’re so beautiful that he just wants to kiss you senseless, especially as you pretend that his winning consequence doesn’t affect you much. He knows you, and you were never one for excessive public displays of affection, often hiding in embarrassment whenever he shows you off or says something cheesy, which he always insists he means. 

A part of him knows this is out of selfishness - he wants to see you be a little more daring for him, a little shameless to show your adoration, to show that you feel lucky to be with him. 

He’d had his high school and college girlfriends do that - wear his jersey, cheer for him on the bleachers, side-eye the other girls who try to get his attention… and it was fun, it was confidence-boosting, it was affirming. 

And for his past few games when he’d turn to the crowd, he’d search for you, happy enough that you show up when you can, even if you’re tucked to the side and quietly cheering him on. But he’d love to see you closer though, wearing something that bears his name on the back to show everyone that he’s yours, that you’re his. 

“Okay, then,” you grin. “Watch your game wearing your jersey with a cheesy sign - got it. As for me…” You step closer and whisper in his ear, “I want you to model for me, naked.”

“Psh, that’s easy,” he scoffs, though you didn’t miss how he gulped just seconds ago. “I literally parade around you naked everyday, babe. I’d go around the apartment without clothes on if you let me.”

“Walking around naked is different from posing naked, Kook,” you inform him. “You’re gonna have to pose for a long period of time and just watch me work.”

“Will you be naked, too?”

“Of course not,” you playfully smack his arm. “I’m gonna be so focused and probably not mind you or something. You’ll be my subject, and I will treat you as such.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re dominant,” he grunts in your ear, and though you smack him again, you can’t deny the heat in your belly at his statement.

“I never am,” you frown, “but I’m serious, Kook. We push through with this bet, then you’ll do it if I win.”

“Of course, babe,” he assures, hugging you. “I came up with the idea so of course I’ll see it through. But what’s it for, though?”

“We’re doing nude art in the drawing class I joined,” you say excitedly. “But I feel like I’m gonna get a little flustered if I see someone naked in front of me so I wanna practice being focused.”

“Wait, someone’s gonna go naked in front of you?” He exclaims. 

“It’s an exercise, okay, and they’re gonna be naked in front of everyone.”

“I can just be your class’ model, then. That way, you won’t get flustered,” he offers.

“Nope, all this is for my eyes only,” you pout, and that’s what prompts him to kiss you.

He chuckles as his head sneaks in the crook of your neck. “I’m kidding. Of course, babe. Only for you.”

The announcer’s voice saying that the race will now begin prompts both of you to straighten yourselves and turn to each other.

“Starting now, you are my rival,” Jungkook puts on a serious face. “May the better Jeon win.”

“Get ready to lose, honey,” you say sweetly, complete with a tuck of a hair strand behind your ear and a flutter of your eyelashes. “I have a winning record to keep.”

**

As Jungkook should’ve expected, you do win. 

It was a close one, at least, as your scores weren’t far apart until the third race when 3 of your horses made it to the top 3, leaving Jungkook with a higher score and thus, another losing record. It wasn’t without its tense moments, though.

You were a little reserved during the first race, while Jungkook joined in on the shrieks of the other patrons. He was fist bumping the air since he was up by 2 points, but things turned around during the second and third races and you’d started jumping a little and squealing yourself. Your beers were forgotten, and the staff looked at you weirdly for being so into the race without putting any bets, and Jungkook had smiled and said that you weren’t betting people and he didn’t want to lose money.   

But in between the fake insults and the teasing, Jungkook would pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, laughing at your competitiveness and constantly kissing your cheek. And so when he defeatedly looks at you after you announce yourself as winner, you know he’s just pretending to be upset. There’s a twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, and you feel his love envelop you in more ways than one. 

“I offer my congratulations to Mrs. Jeon,” he bows. “That was a good race. I accept all consequences as agreed upon.”

“I accept your congratulations, Mr. Jeon,” you bow as well. “Keep your next Saturday free for me, please.”

“It’s gonna take a whole day?” He looks at you worriedly.

“No, but we’ll never know,” you shrug. 

“Never know, what?” He smirks.

“Never know how impatient and whiny you’re gonna be that it’d take me longer than 4 hours to finish,” you tease. “But really, honey. You sure you’re okay with posing for me?”

“Yes, babe,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you out to get the car. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Hmm, thank you, Kook. I can’t wait to make art out of this art,” you wink, but you ruin it with a scrunch of your nose and an embarrassed laugh. 

“Ah, you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

**

Watching the sunset from the 81st floor of the Lotte World Tower while gorging on delicious and delicate-looking food is an experience in itself. The views are amazing; it makes you appreciate the city’s skyline from high up here, so much so that the smile doesn’t leave your face.

“It’s beautiful out here, Kook,” you turn to him. “Maybe it was good that we missed out on that dinner? Would’ve been so awkward since I didn’t realize it’s this intimate and romantic.”

“Hey, we said we wouldn’t talk about it,” he pouts. 

“We said, we’d make new memories,” you correct him. “And we’re here now, enjoying all this together.”

“It is pretty special, huh?” He smiles, as his eyes trace your features that he loves gazing upon when he wakes up and before he falls asleep. 

“Yes, and because we’re making new memories… I thought I’d give you this,” you say, taking a small card from your purse and handing it to him, his wide eyes now tracing the painting collage of familiar places on the front - the water bungalow in Fiji, the lakes of Alberta, the streets of Prague, Central Park in New York, and your own balcony. 

“Baby, what’s—”

“It was 2 years to the day yesterday since we said I love you to each other,” you interject, the same time he opens the card to see 24 different doodles of the words on the page. “I know it’s an odd thing to celebrate but I just remember that night so well and I always think of all the amazing things we’ve done and been to since then.”

Jungkook’s eyes are now glassy and you can’t say you didn’t expect this.

“I love you so much. I remember that night so well, too. And I—” he turns to you, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you how much love he has for you until you’re sick of his voice. “Shit, I wanna marry you all over again. Can we do that? I’d marry you everyday, babe.”

“Kook, honey, that sounds romantic but that’s also incredibly impractical and—”

Jungkook stands from his seat and walks over to where you are, kneeling before you with your hand in his. “Baby, I take you as my wife, I do, and I love y—”

The sounds of people clapping and their oohs and ahhs cut his declaration short, as you both realize what it looks like.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, this is so embarrassing,” you chuckle, covering your face now.

You’re adorable when you get shy, and it makes him even more charmed by you, but he also knows that the attention flusters you, so he stands up and glances at the people with their tender eyes, looking like the proud strangers that they are.

“Ah, I’m not proposing. We’re actually married. Over 2 years already, in fact,” he clarifies. “I just got a little carried away and did some dramatic declaration of my love because I’m so in love with my wife and—”

They ooh and ahh even louder and you can’t help but just laugh at the entire scene. Leave it to your husband to make such a big deal out of it all but you admit that it makes your heart leap out of your chest - he’s so smitten, the way you are, and the way he lets you - and everybody else - know is something you’re still getting used to. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and despite your insecurities, he never lets you forget just how much love he has for you. 

You motion for him to go back to his seat and he shyly does, his flushed face making him look like that handsome adolescent that you crushed on when you were younger.

“Sorry,” he mouths.

“It’s okay, I love you,” you mouth back.

He smiles that dimpled smile of his and places the card in his jacket pocket. “I’m never going to lose this.”

**

“So, how long am I supposed to sit still on this thing?”

Jungkook stands next to the stool that you instructed him to settle into, thankful that you’re at least allowing him to sit down and be more comfortable than if you had him raise his arms or something. He’d searched for some nude drawing poses and those he’d found had either very sensual or very boring ones. Sitting on the edge of a stool bare naked doesn’t seem that uncomfortable, or so he hopes. 

“Around 30 minutes? That should be enough time for me to draw your silhouette, then we can take breaks after,” you respond, fixing your canvas and your drawing materials. 

“You may remove your clothes now and take a seat, Mr. Jeon,” you say.

“Guide me, please? I’m new to this thing.”

You turn to his smug face with an arch of your eyebrow. “You’re not new to being naked in front of me, honey.”

“I’m new to being naked in front of you and then not having you touch me, is what I meant,” he smirks. 

You feel your cheeks heat up but you shake your head. This is an art experience, you remind yourself. 

Ever since that trip to Alberta during your 2nd year anniversary where you woke up one morning, itching to paint the scenery outside but ended up being enamored by the view of your husband sleeping soundly in bed, wrapped in the soft sheets looking absolutely ethereal, you’ve been wanting to paint him in all his glory. Sure, you got to paint his silhouette that time but it’s different when you’re able to go through the details of his majestic body, one that leaves you craving for him more and more each time.

You were honest about this being a trial for your eventual nude drawing class, but you also want inspiration, maybe use today’s output as a guide for a detailed painting of him. You hope he doesn’t get creeped out by the idea, though. You like painting beautiful things, and there’s just something intimate about capturing the love of your life in an art form that you love. 

“Honey, I’m gonna need you to behave today, alright?” You say playfully, as you walk towards him and tug on his shirt. 

He removes it with one hand and then slips his boxers off, all the while looking into your eyes as he does so. He’s done this so many times before but he always manages to make you flustered, to make you feel weak and wanting. 

“Now, Mrs. Jeon, where do you want me?”

“On the edge, please, with your left leg on the floor and your right heel on the footrest,” you instruct. “Right arm resting behind your back and the left on your lap,” you say, guiding him on the stool and fixing his position the way you want. 

He smells so good, as he’d just showered after a morning run, and his tanned form due to his weekend afternoon soccer games makes him glow under the rays of the sun that’s shining through the window of your studio. His tattoos, which now cover a bigger area of his arm, are art on art, and his features - rough yet delicate at the same time - are beautiful. So is his flaccid cock, which rests between his thighs and you have to force yourself not to kneel in front of him and put it in your mouth to make him feel good. 

“You comfortable?” You turn to him.

“Yup, except for my lips. They need a kiss from you,” he puckers them, earning him a roll of your eyes, but you give in then pull away before you get lost in the feel of him. 

You go back to your seat and start drawing, taking in the lines of his body from his jaw, down to his neck, his arms, his torso, then his legs. You want to capture his silhouette first and fill in the details as you go. It’s not long before you get in the zone, with nothing but the sound of your pencil gliding against the paper, with soft jazz music in the background. 

For these first minutes, you look at Jungkook as your subject - a life form whose beauty you’re trying to recreate and to immortalize. 

From a few feet away, Jungkook watches you intently. There’s grace in the way you sit in a stool and hold your pencil and flit your gaze from him to the paper. There’s the intensity of your eyes that’s soft as well; the way you bite your lip in concentration is something he finds adorable and sexy at the same time. You mumble to yourself when you’re immersed in something, and he has to stop himself from wanting to kiss you every time that happens.

You’re dressed in boy shorts and a loose tank top, with one of his oversized jackets covering the rest of you. He loves seeing you like this - comfortable, in your element, and absolutely stunning. 

“We can take a break,” you say, walking towards him with his tumbler for a drink. 

He starts walking around to stretch and you cordon him off your area, making sure he doesn’t see your drawing until it’s finished, and it’s not long after when you instruct him back to the stool to continue your work.

This time is tricky, as you start to focus on the details of Jungkook’s features. His head is tilted slightly so the sharpness of his jaw is accentuated. It takes a while for you to get the angle like you want, and in that period, the amount of time you stare at his throat and the expanse of his neck is more than you hoped. 

Your eyes trail down. He’s breathing steadily, but the way his chest lightly raises is enough to remind you of how he is when he’s huffing, panting, sweaty… and you have to blink away the memories, especially as that was the sight you had last night when he took you on the couch after movie night.

His dark nipples are perfect against the backdrop of his pecs - toned and stunning, but the faded stains of your lust on them causes you to jerk at the memory, and you find yourself clearing your throat before you let out a moan.

“You okay there, babe?” You hear him ask, the sultry tone of his voice, unmistakeable. 

“Uh-huh,” you lie. “The sun’s just shining through and I feel a bit hot.”

You mindlessly remove your jacket as Jungkook curiously turns to the window that’s now not as bright as it was. When he looks back at you, he sees it. And now he’s the one who can’t shake off the thoughts from last night. 

Back to where you are, you’re trying to perfect the lines and dips of his torso, your eyes descending to start on his hips, and it’s when you see it, and you visibly swallow.

His dick definitely didn’t look like that minutes ago.

Your breathing quickens, and you try to focus on the drawing in front of you, but it doesn’t seem to work - that’s still your naked husband on there, a replica of the scene that’s getting you all hot and bothered. 

He calls out your name.

“Hmm? Honey, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he says with a low voice.

“Kook, you’re the one who’s hard,” you furrow your brows at him.

“So are you, baby,” he grunts.

You look at him questioningly. He’s now panting, tongue licking his lips, and he cocks his head to motion towards you and that’s when you look down and notice your pert nipples, screaming underneath your thin tank top.

“I—”

“You’re putting on a side show for me, too.”

And that’s when you notice it again - the side of your breast peeking through the low arm holes of your top. You look at him with a shy face, but Jungkook doesn’t miss the hint of a tease on it.

He’d noticed it the moment you took the jacket off and the way you looked so sexy drawing him naked just made his mind wander to last night and how satisfied you looked under him while he plowed into you, your breasts bouncing for him in perfect pace with his thrusts. 

“Kook, I want to focus,” you pout.

“Let’s have a break, then,” he suggests. “I’m so close to touching myself to the thought of you but that’s not fun when you’re right there. Please, baby? I’ll get back to my position, I promise. Just let me touch you.”

And who are you to deny your handsome husband who’s begging to have you? 

You set aside your pencil and turn towards him, slowly opening your legs to say that you want him, too.

“Come to me, then,” you drawl.

He wastes no time and walks towards you, cups your cheeks in his hands, and kisses you like he hadn’t done it in years. 

“Was this part of the consequence?” He grunts, as his mouth finally parts from yours and trails down your neck, nipping and licking your flesh. “Did you want me to sit there and watch you get turned on by me and not be able to do anything?”

“But you’re doing something about it now,” you bite back, before you let out a moan from him pinching your buds.

“And I’m about to do more,” he teases, kneeling in front of you and hurriedly removing your shorts.

He moves the stool for support and spreads your legs, grunting as he smells your essence.

“Fuck.”

“Kook, do something,” you plead. 

He smirks before he dives into your cunt, his tongue swiping at your folds and leaving you a quivering mess. 

“Oh, god,” you moan, as he kitten licks your throbbing nub repeatedly, the act making you feel hazy. “That’s so—”

The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, as he slips 2 fingers in and hits your spot immediately. It’s obscene, the sounds that his mouth makes as he sucks your flesh and the ones he elicits from you. It’s messy and unfiltered, as his dark gaze lands on you briefly, before he lowers himself even more to nip and lick the back of your thighs, right where it meets your ass, a sensitive part that he’s recently discovered.

His thumb expertly flicks your clit while his mouth does wonders on your flesh, and you hear him growl, curse, and moan against your skin, the vibrations heightening the incoming orgasm that you feel is about to burst from you.

“Kook, I’m close,” you keen, and it signals him to get his mouth back onto your cunt, where a series of tongue movements elicits a scream from you, your thighs reflexively closing, and the sight of Jungkook buried in them will always, always trigger those butterflies in your belly. 

You feel yourself weaken as your slick slides out of you, with Jungkook lapping up the mess that he’s made. You’re still shaking, but he does his loving husband duty of massaging your thighs as he helps you come down from your high. 

“You always sound so good, baby,” he says, softly kissing your belly now. “Your screams from last night got me so hard earlier, and the way you looked. Fuck, you always look so breathtaking when I take your breath away.”

You merely hum, closing your eyes as you savor his lips on your skin, eliciting another squeal when he nips your clothed buds, still throbbing for him. Your fingers comb through his hair, and even with everything you’ve felt, it’s still not enough.

“Wanna be inside you,” he whispers in your ear, low and desperate, his mouth proceeding to tenderly kiss your neck. 

“Okay,” you mumble, standing up now and letting him take a seat. 

He leans against the wall and helps you straddle him, your lips sliding against his shaft before you slide down to have him inside you.

“Hmm, so warm,” he grunts against your neck. “I could be here forever.”

“How dramatic,” you tease, kissing his cheek.

He turns to your work, taking in an image of him through your eyes.

“Wow, I look good.”

You burst into laughter. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or annoyed.”

“Hey, that’s one amazing muse you got there,” he insists, gently lifting you up and down as you both savor each other this way. 

“Hmm, he is. It’s not hard to get turned on when that’s what I have to draw,” you smile, pecking his nose now. “And I want to get back to it so let’s continue, shall we?”

He chuckles and kisses you back, shifting for better support and grips your waist to quicken his pace. It’s not long after when you’re both into it again, his mouth capturing your breasts and his tongue, swirling in all the places that he can. 

He’s thrusting upward while you meet his motions, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders so you won’t fall off, given how hard he’s now going. You feel his body tense and the sweat pool on his forehead, his parted mouth and hooded eyes adding to your pleasure. With him falling apart under you, it’s not hard for the orgasm to build again.

You fall apart, too, together this time, and your bated breaths fill the room, the buzzing feeling from your high slowly fading.

“Thank you, that was an added perk,” you sigh, as you settle in his warm embrace. 

“Yeah, and we have the rest of the day, babe,” he says, kissing your forehead. “We’re probably gonna need more than 4 hours.”

**

“Well, isn’t this quite the sight?” Junghyun greets you with a teasing smile and a hug. “My sister-in-law, wearing my brother’s soccer jersey. We would’ve thrown a party if this happened then.”

“Well, too bad I wasn’t a fan, then,” you chuckle, hugging him back. “Crowds and male egos weren’t really my thing. It still isn’t, actually.”

“Yeah, I know. It took marrying him for you to even consider going to his games,” Junghyun says. “But I’m glad he’s found time to do this again. He really missed playing, you know? It’s like he’s reliving his glory days again. Minus the girlfriend of the season in his jersey cheering for him. Until now.”

“For the record, I have been cheering for him,” you correct. “Just up there, away from people.” 

“And what brings you here at the center, now?” Your brother asks, making way for Nari and Yeji to sit next to you. “And in his jersey, too.”

“Ah, we did that horse race bet. This is what he wanted if he won,” you share.

“But didn’t you win?” Junghyun asks. “Kook told me so, although he didn’t say what you wanted him to do.”

“Yeah, well…” you trail, suddenly feeling flustered as you recall last week and how that nude drawing session took an entire day because every break you both took would last an hour. You did finish the piece; it just took longer than expected.

“You know, boring stuff,” you shrug. “But I realized that he may have been wanting me to show up in this because you know, it’s Jungkook. And well, what’s the harm? Maybe I’ll just be extremely embarrassed but it’s okay. I mean, this placard isn’t cringey at all,” you smile sarcastically, earning you a round of laughter from everyone. 

“Knowing Kook, he’s gonna be extremely and annoyingly giddy about this,” your brother says. “It doesn’t really take much to make him happy. All he needs is you, really, and any public declaration of your love is just the icing on the cake,” he winks. 

The thought leaves you feeling giddy, enough to temper the nervous feeling you have. 

You were never one who likes to take the spotlight, and showing up here in your husband’s jersey with a sign to boot definitely screams ‘center of attention.’ But anything for him, you remind yourself. You want him to know that you adore him, and that if you were that type of person, you’d brag about him to the rest of the world that he’s yours and you’re his, in a not disturbingly possessive way, of course.

The soccer field in the Clubhouse isn’t that big, but it’s enough to play the sport leisurely. There are benches and bleachers for spectators to sit on, and like what you expected, there are a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. The VIP Clubhouse is a second home to many of them, after all, and this is by all means entertainment for them.

You spot Jungkook running towards the field, perhaps returning after a few laps around the nearby oval track. He does that before doing anything physical, and though it’s just a game for fun, the competitive gene in him just has to be at his best for this. 

At the center of the field, Jungkook starts to stretch. He hears one of his teammates release a breath. “Is it wrong of me to say that I love weekend games because the pretty ladies come to watch?” The man says. “It’s like added pressure but I gotta say, I like the attention.”

“Are they here for you, though?” Another man teases. “You’re not the golden boy like Jeon over here. You know those pretty ladies would swarm him if he wasn’t married.”

“I know, which is why I’m getting on his good side so he could put out a good word for me, maybe for that chick in the first row, the one in blue and yellow,” the first man cocks his head towards the bleachers. “She’s gorgeous.”

Jungkook follows his teammate’s gaze, his own eyes widening at what he sees. He takes the man’s chin and directs it to face him.

“Look elsewhere, yeah? That’s my wife you’re looking at.”

“No shit.”

“Golden boy, remember?” Jungkook smirks, leaving his dumbfounded teammates to run towards you, his heart fluttering as he gets closer to see that you’re wearing his college jersey.

“Baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You’re here. I thought it’s girls’ night.”

“Yeah, this is part of girls’ night,” you smile. “Nari and Yej wanted to ogle at hot guys and well, you’ve got good-looking teammates.”

“You mean other than me, right? Because I should be the only hot and good-looking one for you.”

“Hmm, let’s see… there’s–”

“Hey!” he pouts. “Joo-hyuk there was eyeing you and he’s pretty handsome.”

“Ah, goodness. I didn’t come in your jersey only to look at other men, Kook,” you nudge his arm. “And, I didn’t spend the afternoon with the girls making this if I wasn’t going to be paying attention to you,” you add, pulling the cardboard sign from the paper bag you brought and showing it to him.

There’s an action photo of him from one of his college games that you dug up, with the words ‘Here for golden star player, Jeon Jungkook (my husband)’ in big letters next to it. “It’s back-to-back, too, so even those behind me will know who I’m here for,” you wink.

“Baby,” he finally says, after what seems like minutes of him staring at the sign. “You didn’t have to.”

You cock your eyebrow at him.

“I’m kidding. I’ve been secretly hoping you’d do this. And I’m losing my shit right now,” he laughs, hugging you again. “But… you won the bet, and we had an amazingly spectacular time last week. What’s with this?”

“You just looked really excited when you brought this up,” you say. “And well, even if I’m shaking in embarrassment right now, I really wanted to come and let all those watching know that the really handsome player wearing number 7 is my husband, and I love him very much. I even wrote it on the sign!”

You raise it up, and he has to squint because in the bottom corner, in tiny letters, you indeed wrote I love you.

“Well, that’s readable, at least from up close,” he laughs. “But thank you. I’m so pumped up right now. I’m gonna do so well and you’re gonna be so turned on that–”

“Alright, we all know you’re gonna do so well, honey,” you glare at him. 

“I will,” he smirks. “Raise that up every time I have the ball, okay?”

“Fine,” you say in submission, thinking he’s absolutely childish and unfairly adorable. 

He kisses you deeply before he runs to his teammates, yelling at them to make sure you hear. “Tonight’s game plan - pass me the ball every time.” He turns to wink at you and you playfully shake your head.

“I married a hormonal teenager,” you turn to your friends and brothers, who all laugh at you.

“Yeah, we know,” they say in unison, and you go back to your seat and make sure to catch Jungkook’s eyes.

His soft smile mirrors yours, and you know that right this moment, his heart flutters the same way that yours does.

**

Jungkook’s hand sneaks around your waist and he whispers in your ear. “You okay, babe?”

You nod with a smile, squeezing his knee to let him know you’re sincerely fine, and he smiles in return. 

After the soccer game - which they won and had him scoring 2 goals because, like he said, he was “inspired” tonight - his teammates invited him, you, and your friends to dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant. He was ready to turn them down, but you insisted that you were okay with hanging out with them. The guys were teasing Jungkook non stop because of how hyped up and giddy he was the entire time, going soft every time he turned to you and saw you with your sign up for him to see.

“Jungkook’s a beast on the field but a menace outside of it,” Joo-hyuk had said. “We kinda wanna see him be a total softie around his wife.”

It was hard to say no, not when your husband looked a little flustered but totally adorable and proud. And though warming up to new people wasn’t immediate for you, your husband’s warmth and comfort was enough to make you feel at ease. 

He’s taken to calling them his friends now, he’d told you, as they’re the ones he usually ends up being teammates with, and they’re not insufferable like some of those he’d met. They’re laid-back like he is, and Jungkook always gravitated towards people like himself.

“Are you okay?” You ask, turning towards him. 

“Yeah, though to be honest, I’m itching to go home.”

“Yeah? But we just finished dinner. I thought you guys wanted a round of drinks.”

“They do, but not me, not when you’re here.” His cheeky smile turns naughty, as he leans to mumble in your ear. “I know I wanted this, but seeing you in my jersey is doing things to me.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and just the thought of Jungkook being turned on by you wearing something of his is somehow turning you on, too.

“Uh, maybe we can stay just a bit longer, so it doesn’t seem like we’re too eager to leave?” You suggest.

Jungkook pretends to think about it, but decides that he doesn’t really care. He’s been waiting to be with you since he saw you earlier, and he doesn’t really mind leaving his teammates out here nor worry about what they’d think. 

“Or not,” you chuckle, knowing what he’s thinking by the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. “We can go a–”

“Bye everyone, we’re gonna go ahead,” he tells the group before you can even finish your sentence. “We’ve got, uh, important business to attend to,” he says, pulling out the chair for you and taking your hand.

“Important business my ass,” someone laughs. “We know what you’re on, Jeon. Go ahead, lovebirds. Your home is waiting.”

Nari and Yeji can’t help their giggles as you pout, mouthing your apologies that you’re leaving them when you dragged them out here, but they assure you that it’s okay. They have common friends with the guys, and they don’t mind being left with them. 

“Great, see you guys again!” Jungkook waves, and you hold him back to say your proper goodbyes before you both walk out of the restaurant and head to the car.

“Jeon Jungkook, what was that!” You playfully smack his arm as he starts driving. “Important business? Seriously? Who would buy that?”

“I’m sorry, babe! It was the first thing that I thought of!” He frowns, knowing you don’t like being put on the spot like that. “I just… I feel like I’m reliving the glory days of my youth, you know? Winning a game, seeing my girl cheer for me–”

“Going home with that girl and sleeping with her?” You finish.

“Hey! I don’t mean it in that way!”

“That’s totally how your youth was, Kook,” you tease, “which, by the way, you’re literally still living. We’re still in our 20s, honey.”

“I know, but it’s different, obviously. It’s you, the absolute love of my life,” he says, kissing your hand. “It didn’t feel like this before.”

You merely hum in response and kiss his hand back. You know this, you feel this, and ever since that talk you had the other week about making new memories to replace the not-so-good ones from your past, it feels different, too.

You make it home in record time, with Jungkook pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses all the way up to the floor of your apartment. 

He watches you walk towards the door and suddenly, the adrenaline dies down. The overwhelming feeling of lust he’d felt earlier fades. 

Yes, he still very much wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind while you still wear his jersey. He still wants to have you on top of him, over him, and next to him as he pushes inside you. And he definitely will, among other things. 

But right now, there’s just you and him, under the dim light of the foyer, in the home you both created. 

And as you curiously smile at him, he thinks back to the past weeks - even months and years - of all these dates and trips, and he thinks that whether it’s in the quiet intimacy of your studio, or in front of a dozen people you’ve just met, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is. 

“You okay, Kook?” You ask. “I thought we had some important business to do,” you chuckle. 

“We do,” he says, cupping your cheeks and kissing you tenderly. “Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Yes, in the elevator, minutes ago,” you remind him. 

“Okay, good. Don’t ever forget that.”

He wraps his arms around you and you hug him back. 

He sways you a little before he goes back to kissing you again - slow, purposeful, and deep, like all the times he has when he’s feeling a little sentimental. Wandering hands explore each other’s bodies, until he’s turning you around, his lips grazing the side of your neck, his fingers undoing the button of your jeans.

You feel your body come alive from the warmth of his mouth and his expert hands, removing your clothes, even your bra, except for his jersey. His hardened length pokes your back, and it’s when he leads your body to lean over the armrest of the couch that you get what he wants to do. 

His kisses on the back of your thighs, up to your sopping cunt and your ass cheeks, are soft. His caresses on your torso and your breasts underneath his shirt are gentle. Even the way he enters you from behind - immediate and needy - is more amorous than anything, and it’s his desire that you feel overtaking the room. He’s careful but passionate, and somehow you think this is him, savoring the way you looked earlier and right now. 

He doesn’t say much other than how perfect you are for him, that you’re meant for him. His grunts and moans are on pace with yours, and once both your orgasms start to build up, he removes himself from you - unfortunate, really, but you know how he is. He definitely wants to watch you come for him. 

He guides you to sit this time, on top of him where he has a full view of you in a top that bears his name, that lets everyone know who he belongs with. 

“You were so beautiful today,” he hums, as he meets your thrusts, his hands tracing your outer thighs before they hold your waist steady. “All I wanted was to see you scream for me.”

“I do that all that time, Kook,” you laugh. 

“You know what I mean,” he smiles.

And you do. Seeing Jungkook do something that he enjoys gives you a kind of happiness that you never knew you could feel. He looks so free, so radiant whenever he’s on the field. It’s always been one of the things he liked doing growing up, but somehow you think he felt like playing a role then, too. He was expected to do well in everything, after all, and being able to do this recreationally means he gets to savor the feeling of just being, of just doing. 

The pace speeds up this time, and you can’t help but touch yourself as you both go, grinding against each other, the steady yet passionate thrusts enough to let the orgasm build just right. 

“Kook,” you moan, as you hold on to his propped up thighs behind you when he starts quickening his movements. “I’m close.”

“I got you, baby,” he grunts. “Scream my name, yeah? I want to hear you scream my name.”

He pairs his pounding with flicks on your clit, and with your eyes locked on his - lustful, desirous - and with his clenched jaw and hooded eyes, you give in, screaming his name like he wants. He comes shortly after you do, bated breaths filling the room now.

He takes you in his arms, cradles you like he wants you all for himself. Like he said, you’re perfect for him; you’re meant for him.

“You looked really happy there earlier,” you mumble, the feeling of sleep closing in on you.

“I was,” he grins. “It’s definitely in the top of games I’ve played, I’d say.”

“Above your championship games?” You turn to him. 

“Yeah. I mean, those were a lot of fun. I won’t lie that sometime in high school, a part of me wished you’d come see my games, so I could show off or something, or maybe to know you cared I guess, even if I didn’t really pay attention to you,” he admits. “So now, the fact that you get to be there, watching me, and then hang out with my teammates, and then come home with me and do this? Yeah, that’s tough to beat.”

He chuckles, but you hear the longing in his voice.

“I’m sorry, about never showing up at your games,” you whisper. “I always had Minhyuk and the girls update me, though. They’d even send photos that I insisted I didn’t want but they were nice to see.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforts. “I’ve accepted that we were very different people back then. So this whole making new memories thing is good. We get to reminisce how it used to be and smile because we’re together now.”

“Hmm. So there’s still that playground at our village, your estate, my family’s, your family’s ski lodge where 10-year old Kook said I was boring for not joining the beginner’s ski class, the–”

“Those are literally all the places we grew up in,” he chuckles. “Wow, was I really mean to you our entire childhood?”

“You weren’t mean, just… you know, not a fan of mine,” you laugh, kissing his cheek. 

“Well, looks like we’ve got an entire lifetime to do all that, huh? Make new memories with our siblings, their kids, maybe our kids, too?”

The thought makes your heart race, and you smile at him who’s looking at you with stars in his eyes. “That sounds great, honey,” you say. 

Jungkook makes you tea, prepares your bath, tucks you in bed, and holds you in his arms. His breathing softens, and you know it was a good day.

And as you look at his sleeping form, you know - if there’s anything that being with him has showed you, it’s that whether it’s fears, regrets, insecurities, or overwhelming joy that you both share, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is.

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[levmada]

i think really drunk levi (even if he get drunk rarely n hardly) would be extremely submissive n do whatever u ask him could u liek pls make headcanons or sonething about it? 😞😞

yes i most certainly can :33

// gn!reader, alcohol consumption, oral (f/m!receiving), not sfw content in general

I hc (as an Ackerman thing) that it takes a lot of any substance to have an effect on Levi. And you're right - he very rarely drinks with the exact goal of getting drunk; it loosens his inhibitions, affects his judgment, and in general forces him out of control of himself.

So suffice it to say he Does Not Like drinking lol

I bet he also has bad memories which contribute to that, but if he’s in a safe place just the two of you, and there’s a good (happy/celebratory) reason to do it, then he can definitely be convinced.

THE SIDE EFFECT OF ALL THIS?? When Levi gets drunk, he gets drunk. Everything he has trouble articulating/is too embarrassed to voice/feels like you already know just spills out beyond any reasonable measure. Like, if you’re laughing at something he said with a wine glass in your hand, he’s gonna be like, “I like the way you hold that. It’s pretty.” JEJCJSNWNS

His compliments aren’t even flirting as much as him pointing out what he silently likes about you all the time (which is everything).

He lets himself look at you and stare for so much longer than he does in secret. Like you can be tucked to his chest on top and he’ll keep petting your hair out of the way so he can LOOK :(( He’s not super touchy but it’s noticeable now that it’s too much work to think out everything he does.

Okay, Levi isn’t a chatty person. But he has a lot of opinions regardless, and no matter what topic you land on he’s gonna contribute in some way and even 🫱🏻👋🏻👐🏻 TALK WITH HIS HANDS A LITTLE YK.

but he doesn’t really slur his words? Like if he’s that drunk he’s gonna doze off more often than act stupid.

He slows down. For once he’ll curl up all comfy on the futon or bed (or really anywhere), and he can switch off for a while. This man doesn’t get hungover.

But if you leave the room for any reason he’ll pop his head over the top of the sofa to see where you’re going, and if you go out of sight, even if you say, “I’ll be right back,” he turns into a total puppy dog. He’ll follow you anywhere, clingy baby :(

abandonment issues

He turns sappy in a lowkey way. Levi isn’t an angry drunk, like whatsoever. Honestly he’s just happy to be there.

And he really would do like, anything you felt like doing. He’s always going the extra mile to do things for you, but even in the bedroom when he usually likes to get smart and make you beg for it, he wants the affection now. Just getting wrapped up in each other, warm and safe, with sloppy kisses and endless, almost demanding touches.

It’s so fucking easy to make him feel good too. He always makes a conscious effort to be less receptive despite how the slightest touches get him all hot n bothered … but when Levi’s drunk, he drags you down or leans into anything you give him every chance he gets. His breaths are more open, more raspy and his noises aren’t so choppy - he gets louder for you. Levi lasts longer and he cums his fucking brains out when he does.

tldr: It’s obvious how good you make him feel.

And Levi is never not attentive, yk? Depending on the night I feel like it would either go really needy and really sloppy and really hard - or all those things, but slowed way down.

Here’s what I’m thinking. Levi loves how your cum tastes - whether he gets to lick you or suck you + he has a thing for getting his hair pulled + getting manhandled. That guarantees in his mind that he’s making you feel good, and Levi is always a giver, yk. His favorite thing is to lay on his belly between your thighs and rut for a little friction from the bed (even sober he’s more often than not gonna end up cumming from that) or laying back so you can fuck his face.

anyway, yes. When Levi is more or less forced to let his inhibitions/control go… it flies away lmao. He loosens up sm and gets soft, and sleepy if he drinks enough. And for all these reasons he doesn’t like getting drunk, but it’s a Whole Experience when he does.

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[bright-whump]

You should DEFINITELY write some electrocution whump! I would SO read that! (I mean, I’ll read anything you write, but I love electrocution whump so I’ll read it... more? I guess?)

heck 🥺🥰💕

CWs: electrocution babeyy, torture, defiant whumpee, creepy/intimate whumper, forced submission

x

"Speak."

"F-fu—fuck—you!"

Whumper tsks, but the little smile of dark amusement has rarely left their lips.

"Fine. Then we'll go again."

Whumpee mumbles out something, a protest, pathetic, and they're glad it seems like Whumper doesn't hear—and not, as Whumper twists the knob on the machine beside them, and sends more electricity through Whumpee, ripping a scream from their throat as they seize.

They leave it on for longer this time. It's already taking everything Whumpee has not to give in now. The pain is unlike anything they've experienced before, and if this keeps up…

Then it's over, and Whumpee's slumping forward over themselves, panting, and then opening their mouth to spit out blood.

"Oh, darling, where's that coming from?" Whumper asks, cupping their chin and lifting it up. "You bit your pretty lip…look at that, all swollen now…"

They start dabbing at it with a cloth, and Whumpee doesn't have the strength to pull away. Their vision is taking more and more time to clear out afterwards, their muscles still twitching and sending tiny shocks of pain through them.

"Y-you—you're g-going t—to k-kill me," they manage to get out, barely, and Whumper hums, stroking a finger along their jaw.

"I would never, my sweet. After we've only had a few days together? And before I've broken you? No, no."

"You won't...break me…" Whumpee says, finally looking up at them. "You won't."

Whumper tightens their grip on Whumpee's chin, enough to keep them in place—

And kisses their forehead. Gently. Presses their lips to it more like they're checking for a fever than anything else.

More like Caretaker would, and Whumpee's suddenly choking back tears, and they've never felt so…

Not broken. They're not broken. They're not...they won't…

"I will," Whumper says. "I promise you, I will. You're already on your way. Now...one more chance. Say it for me, Whumpee, and this can end."

Master.

Whumpee instead says nothing at all. They won't. They won't.

Whumper shrugs a shoulder. "Then we'll continue."

They push the cloth into Whumpee's mouth, pat their cheek, and then return to the machine.

And then they twist the knob up all the way, as far as it will go, and God does it hurt, more than before, which Whumpee didn't even think was possible, and they scream out, thrashing in the chair.

Whumper turns it off, and then on again without giving Whumpee more than a moment. Leaves it on, somehow, for longer.

And then does it again.

And again.

"Speak, Whumpee," Whumpee hears at some point, through the haze of agony their entire world has become. "Say it. Say it! Say—"

"Master!"

The word slips from Whumpee's mouth without their permission, but the second it's out they can't stop themselves, sobbing, "Pl-please, M-Master. No—nnn—no more. I c-can't. Master!"

Whumper's hand goes to the machine again, and Whumpee cries out, squeezing their eyes shut, bracing themselves best they can for what they're absolutely sure will be the final thing they ever feel.

And then instead, it clicks off. Everything goes silent aside from Whumpee's desperate, gasping breaths, and the creaking of the chair's legs as they shake and twitch violently, uncontrollably.

Whumper cups their chin, and Whumpee's never cared less what happens to them, as long as the pain just stays away.

"Say it again," Whumper says, and Whumpee doesn't hesitate. There's nothing else on their mind but wanting it to stop.

"Master."

Whumper smiles, stroking under their jaw.

"There we go. I knew we'd get somewhere eventually! Such a stubborn little thing."

Another too-affectionate kiss to their forehead, and then they're released. Left to slump forward, catching their breath, not so sure they should be relieved they're still alive.

"Now," Whumper says, rounding them to place their hands on Whumpee's shoulders, squeezing.

"Now we can move on to even more fun things...and oh, Whumpee...I think you'll enjoy them even more than you did this."