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baekhansol · 3 years

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prologue: pretty please

pairing: werewolf!jackson x f!reader

genre: werewolf au, fluff, smut, angsty ending | rated: mature

word count: 3.6K

warnings: lying, fluff, oral (f receiving), slight orgasm denial, sort of nipple play (reader on self), unprotected sex, knotting, sort of awful sex I'm sorry jackson, angsty ending, and lmk if i am missing anything!

note: so this is the prologue to a series I am writing!! i hope you all really like it! I actually decided today it fits as more of a prologue than a chapter one, so :p please enjoy and maybe give me feedback idk also i know the smut in it sucks i'm sorry

You often found yourself in the library during the day, studying and doing homework or taking a break and watching anime. You had been sitting there for an hour or so, and it was starting to get busy. It always did around midterms and finals; you were just glad you found your own small table to sit at.

You were working on a paper when someone came up, smiling a bit awkwardly. “Hey, would you mind if I sit here? I’ll be quiet, I promise,” He says, hesitating to sit down. He had an accent that you couldn’t quite place, as it only happened with some words.

When you finish the sentence you were typing and look up, you do your best to hide your surprise at how handsome he was. He was absolutely stunning, making you question your own appearance. “Oh, um, sure,” you say, your cheeks flushing with heat as you make room for him.

“I’m Jackson, by the way,” He says as he pulls out the chair and sits, getting himself comfortable across from you.

“I’m Y/N,” you respond, still blushing.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says, offering a charming smile as he pulls out his laptop.

The next week at the same time, he showed up again and asked, “Y/N, is it alright if I join you?”

You nod, a shy smile finding its way onto your face. “What are you studying?” you eventually ask him, tilting your head slightly.

“Business,” Jackson says, glancing up at you with a smile. “Actually, it’s my masters and I’m focusing on international business. What about you?”

When you tell him, he listens intently and asks polite questions- the right ones, too. Not the usual ones you always get.

The next week you’re running late and stop at the vending machine to grab your favorite candy. Going to your usual table, you do a double take when someone is already there. You pause awkwardly, only to realize it was Jackson waiting there with a second cup of coffee.

“Oh, hey Jackson,” you say, blushing as you join him.

He smiles at you, pushing one of the cups towards you. “I got you a coffee, just the way you like it.”

You suspiciously tilt your head, taking a sip, only to be surprised that it was the way you liked your coffee. “How did you know?” you laugh, getting out your laptop.

“I know some of the workers,” he sheepishly admits. You laugh and open the candy, offering him some.

“I shouldn’t, I’m on a diet,” he says with a pout.

“Oh, come on,” you scoff, raising an eyebrow.

He playfully rolls his eyes before grabbing a piece.

Soon, every Tuesday you would meet up with Jackson in the library. Before midterms, it became every Tuesday and Thursday until finals, when it was almost every day. It was on one of these Thursdays that he asked you, “Are you free tomorrow?”

You tilt your head, wondering what he was getting to. He seemed to always have plans on Fridays during your normal study time, and you tried not to study too late since the library closed early. “Uh, no, I don’t think so? Why do you ask?” you respond.

“Well, I was thinking that I could take you for a date! If you wanted to, that is…”

You could tell he was a little nervous, and you realized you were staring at him blankly. You let out an embarrassed laugh, nodding. “Yes, sorry, I was just… yes, I would like that,” you admit, shaking your head some.

“Great! I can pick you up after your class tomorrow? Just make sure you dress warm!” he says with a grin.

“You already have a plan? What is it? Tell me~?” you ask, pouting a little bit.

“Nope, it’s a secret!” he laughs, smiling brightly. “You have to wait until tomorrow to know!”

The next day, you woke up early to get ready. You wore warm clothes like he said, and did your makeup cutely but not excessively, especially since it seemed like you would be outside. In class, you were extra fidgety and kept checking the clock. It felt like time slowed, but you knew it was from your anticipation.

Right on cue as class ended, your phone vibrated. Checking it, you noticed a text from Jackson saying he was outside the building.

You all but run out of the classroom down to the parking lot, finding him standing outside grinning.

“Will you tell me what we are doing now?” you ask, giving him your puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe,” he teases, leading you to his car. He opens the door for you and even shuts it, getting in on the other side. “Does hiking sound okay? Then takeout and a movie at my place?” Jackson asks. You see a hopeful glint and the worry in his eyes, and your smile grows.

“That sounds wonderful!” you tell him.

“Great!” he says, starting to drive. “You’ll love it! I go here quite often, and it’s very pretty. I’ve seen some deer and some really neat birds before there.”

“Oh, really? Do you know what kinds of birds?” you ask, curious.

“Well, I’m not sure since they’re not the same as back home, but definitely some owls! I went out later than I should have. And I don’t know if it was a falcon, eagle, or hawk. But those too.”

“I think we have all three here,” you laugh.

“Well, that really doesn’t help identify it any, now does it,” he laughs with you.

“Not in the slightest,” you giggle.

“Well I guess if we see them, maybe you’ll know,” Jackson says, turning onto a gravel road.

“What am I, a bird expert now?” you laugh more.

“No, you’re just a native here,” he responds with a little pout.

“Still not a bird expert,” you point out.

“I know, but you will know better than me,” he reasons.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you say, shaking your head as he parks in a small parking lot.

“We are here!” Jackson says, turning off the car. He leads you over to the map by the trail entrance, glancing at it once before heading down.

“We’ll follow the blue markers this time,” he says, pointing them out on the tree.

“What do they mean? You didn’t give me time to read the map,” you say with a huff.

“They mean we’re going the correct way,” he tells you smartly.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“I know. And there’s nothing you can do about it but follow me and find out,” he teases you, taking your hand and leading you.

You’re both careful not to trip over any of the roots or loose rocks, and you start getting glances of white.

“Is that a river?” you ask, glancing at what looked like ice.

“Uh, maybe,” Jackson responded in an unbelievable manner. Of course he knew, he just wasn’t going to tell you.

Eventually, you made it to more of a clearing. Jackson didn’t even have to point to what it was he wanted to show you. You stood in awe instead.

Winter was definitely there, and you knew that since the little fountains on campus were frozen over. But this, this was a sight to behold. The entire river had frozen over, and what must usually be a gorgeous waterfall had frozen over. The water had frozen against the rocks, sharp spears of it dangerously hanging from the main body of water. You swore if the sun was just right, you could see some of the water on the very inside running down inside the thick, frozen ice.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Jackson asks you, his voice hushed. All you could do was nod.

The next Tuesday, you got to the library first. “Want to go on a second date?” you bluntly ask him when he joins you.

He laughs before smiling, nodding. “Of course, I’d love to,” Jackson assures you.

You’re not sure if you can ever end up choosing a favorite date by the time finals end. Your last “date” was taking him to the airport. He was going home for the break, and you wanted to take him.

“I guess this is as far as we can go, huh?” you ask sadly, looking at the security checkpoint.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jackson says, fidgeting with his ticket as if he were nervous.

“Well, I’m sure everything will go well…” you say, almost more nervous than he was. “I mean, you’ve flown lots of times before, so this shouldn’t be any different…” you start to ramble in an attempt to console him.

He chuckles a little, gently putting his hand on your shoulder before tilting up your chin.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Jackson softly asks, his dark eyes meeting yours.

Your heart leaped in your chest. You thought of him as your boyfriend, but you weren’t sure if you were official or not, so it made you a little nervous. But at his question, your lips smiled on their own, and you nod as much as you can for his hand holding onto your chin. “Yes!” you whisper.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, causing you to blush and nod. Once given consent, he kisses you sweetly.

“I promise I’ll be back soon, okay?” Jackson says as he pulls away and picks up his things.

“Alright… be safe,” you tell him, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I will,” he assures you, kissing your cheek before leaving.

A few days later, when he was over jet lag, you face timed him. You were eating breakfast at the time, and he was eating dinner.

“How are you?” You ask, happy to see him again and hear his voice.

“I’m doing much better now that I get to see my beautiful girlfriend~” he coos playfully, causing you to laugh.

“Okay, okay. How was the plane trip? How are things going back home?” you ask, wanting more details.

“It went well, don’t worry. I am home safe, although it is a bit hectic at times,” he assures you.

“Why is it hectic? You’re on a break~ you need to relax!” you tell him with a huff.

“I know, I know, don’t worry, I am,” he again assures you.

“You better be,” you huff back, pouting slightly.

Just like that, your library dates were replaced with virtual ones. Some days you could only talk for a few minutes, some days you went on for hours. Every now and then, he even would sing you to sleep. You always slept well when he would.

When the holidays came, he ended up sending you a cd of songs he recorded to help you sleep.

When the semester started up again, you would meet in the library Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays this time. You sat at the same table, but also flirted more when you studied. You made sure to keep up your grades, since they were incredibly important to you.

After the initial start up hump of the beginning of the semester, you started to remember something strange about Jackson that you had forgotten or just hadn’t had the time to realize before. It wasn’t quite a gut feeling of danger, but a feeling of something was wrong. He would get sick nearly every month for a few days without fail. In the last week of January, Jackson was out sick for over a week.

The following Monday, Jackson comes back to the library, and you immediately perk up. “Jackson, how are you feeling? Your roommate told me you were sick,” you ask him.

“I was, but I am feeling much better now,” he assures you, smiling.

You felt a tug in your stomach, and you knew he was lying. “Jackson, you get sick more often than… well, anyone I know. What’s wrong?” you insist.

He sighs, his smile faltering. “I have an immune disorder. I don’t like talking about it much, but I often get sick,” he tells you.

So, you believed him.

You believed him until your introductory anatomy course went over autoimmune disorders. He didn’t fit any of the basic descriptions for them. You ended up choosing to do a paper on the topic, so you ended up pressuring him more when he was at your place for a movie date night.

“Jackson, I’ve been working on a paper for autoimmune disorders. I may have to narrow it down to one in particular… So, I was wondering what one you had?” you ask him, wanting to be a supportive girlfriend.

He sighs and seems irritated about it, and you couldn’t quite tell what was wrong. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just… I feel like I can’t tell you…” he admits, shocking you.

You felt like you had told him everything. You told him about your asthma, how your therapy sessions went, what you wanted to improve on, your insecurities about your body, even sexual things you had thought about eventually exploring with him.

But he couldn’t tell you this? After you told him about your mental health issues? You were shocked and speechless.

After a moment, you finally catch your thoughts. “Jackson… you know you can tell me anything, right?” you say softly, frowning and not realizing you were tearing up.

Jackson’s face softens, and he pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back. “I’m sorry, I know. You’re right,” he soothes, sighing slightly. “I just… don’t want you to hate me or think I am a freak or anything,” he further admits.

“Jackson, I love you. I could never,” you whisper. It was the first time you had said that.

His heart melts at your words, and he started tearing up. You pull away, and he cups your cheeks.

He lets out a short sigh, making up his mind. “Alright baby. Well, I’ll just say it,” he tells you, now opting to hold your hands. Jackson gently squeezes them as he admits, “I’m a werewolf.”

You pause, staring at him as you replay his words in your mind. You then pull away and laugh, shaking your head. “No, seriously Jackson,” you say, feeling anxious. Why would he lie to you?

“I am being serious,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Then-then prove it,” you say, but it comes out as more of a question.

Jackson sighs softly, tilting his head some. “Alright. Count to ten and come into your room,” he says, going in.

You huff, counting out loud.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

You stand up and head towards your room.

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“Nine.”

“Ten.”

You turn the doorknob and say, “I’m coming in now.”

You open the door and are immediately greeted with a massive wolf. Oddly enough, he had the eyes of Jackson.

You quickly shut your door, knowing you weren’t allowed to have pets in your building.

“Um…” you begin, staring at him in confusion. You look around the room, wondering where Jackson was, only to notice his clothes on the floor. “So, you’re really-?” you begin, looking at the wolf again.

He nods and you groan, covering your face with your hands.

You hear him jump off the bed, and after hearing snapping and popping, you glance up and see Jackson pulling his pants back on. You quickly look away, your cheeks heating up as you try not to stare at his well defined body.

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smirking because he knew.

"Well this is rather awkward. What immune disorder do I choose to write about now?" You say with a laugh.

"Sorry babe. Let's go watch that movie now, yeah?" He suggests, taking your hand and leading you back to the living room.

After learning about werewolves, Jackson would take you on hiking dates. Sometimes he would run around as a wolf, and other times you would ride him like a horse, which was probably ridiculous to look at, if anyone ever saw you. But he liked to show off.

After finals, you stayed with him for a week. You weren't ready to go home yet, but you already had to move out of the dorm you were staying in.

You were cuddling with him and watching a movie. You felt your insides burn with anxiety, having been wanting to tell him something for a while, but too embarrassed to say. See, once you admitted you were a virgin, Jackson took things very slowly with you. You enjoyed giving him blowjobs after he taught you about how he would knot, and the furthest he went on you was giving you oral once.

But now you felt ready to progress your relationship further, but you didn't know how to say it.

"Jackson," you say, feeling your cheeks heating up.

"Yes, baby?" He says, looking at you. He knew something was up and you needed to tell him something, but he honestly had no idea what it would be.

"I… think I'm ready," you admit, nibbling your lip.

"Ready for what?" He asks, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Having sex," you bashfully admit.

"Oh," he says, surprised. "Right now?" He asks, trying not to sound too eager.

You shake your head. "No, not right now. But soon," you assure him, feeling embarrassed.

"Well, I don't mind waiting a little longer," he assures you, kissing the top of your head.

One minute you were grinding on Jackson, making out on the couch. The next, you and Jackson were both naked in bed. He lays you down, hovering over you as he kisses you.

“Jackson, can I give you a blowjob?”

“Don’t worry about making me feel good. I want to eat you out,” he says, pulling away from you and spreading your legs.

“Yes please,” you say, nodding softly.

He kisses your thighs, teasing you by biting and marking them. He knew this made you needy, as your thighs were sensitive. Jackson eventually kisses your clit, causing you to moan. He smirks as he licks your folds, maintaining eye contact as you blush.

“We’ve done this how many times? And you always get so bashful,” Jackson gently teases, quickly going to work.

He sucks your clitoris, his tongue flicking it as your juices leak out and onto his chin. Your hand grabs his hair, tugging as you moan. Jackson uses his strong arms to keep your legs open. He notices your hole clenching around nothing, boosting his ego.

Jackson inserts a finger, curling it up against your g spot, which causes you to cry out his name.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers against your folds, pausing his kisses to your mound as he adds a second finger, working on stretching you out.

“Feels so good,” you whine, gasping as he adds a third finger. “I’m close,” you pant, reaching down to rub your clit. Jackson stops you and pulls out his fingers with a smirk.

“Jackson?!” you gasp, pouting that he took away your orgasm.

“I want to cum with you,” he explains, smiling sweetly.

You sigh and lay your head back down, nodding.

“Are you sure you don’t want to use condoms?” Jackson checks, raising an eyebrow.

“Positive. You said yourself I wasn’t fertile,” you admit, blushing some.

“Alright,” he says, teasing your folds with his tip. Jackson watches as your hole clenches around nothing, desperately wanting his cock.

“Please Jackson,” you huff, not liking how he began to rub his cock against your folds.

“I’m getting myself lubricated,” Jackson smugly responds, grinding into you, tapping his cock against your swollen bud.

“Fuck~” you cry, pulling your hair. “Please Jackson, I want to have sex with you,” you beg, tearing up in need.

“Hmm, alright,” Jackson says, slowly sliding his tip inside of you. He grabs your hands and kisses you, letting you adjust to his girth. He slowly slides in, huffing into your ear softly.

“Jackson, please move,” you beg once he bottoms out.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases you, starting with slow thrusts. Jackson greedily watches your breasts bounce with each thrust, a near-feral grin finding its way on his face.

“Faster, please,” you murmur, doing your best to keep your eyes open as you squeeze his hands.

He readily obliges, and you groan as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room with both of your moans.

“I’m not gonna last that long,” he admits with a laugh.

You nod and he lets go of one of your hands, rubbing your clit. You grab your breast and pinch your nipples, stimulating yourself as you near your high.

He suddenly begins to cum with a loud groan of your name, his thrusts harder than before. You cry out in pleasure, which soon turns into a whimper as he begins to knot you.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N, you’re doing so good,” Jackson begins to praise. It takes all of his strength not to collapse on top of you, but he manages to nuzzle into your neck and kiss your sweet spot there.

You groan softly, brushing your damp hair out of your eyes. “I love you,” you say, smiling tiredly.

“I love you too.”

You wake up the next day naked and alone in bed. You look around, wondering where Jackson went. “Jackson?” you softly call, looking for him.

But something about his apartment was… off.

You carefully get up, your legs feeling a bit weak, and go use the bathroom. His toothbrush and razor were missing.

You go out into the kitchen and living room, and still no Jackson.

When you go back into the bedroom, you notice that his phone was missing. You open the closet and his dresser, and there were no clothes.

For one whatever reason, Jackson was gone.

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sweetestofchaos · 2 years

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Waring(s): 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶. 𝖴𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗑. 𝖢𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖯𝖾𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒. Word Count: 3,564 Description: 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀, 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖸/𝖭. 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍? Paring(s): 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 & Black!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

Being a werewolf in heat sucks, it sucks even more when you're a werewolf in heat pretending to be a dog. Even worse when your owner is a five-foot five black women with curves in all the right places. Her eyes are a deep brown that lighten when she's in the light and her hair is a waterfall of curls black as night. When she walks her hips sway naturally and her breast bounce with each step, in sync with her bodies own music. I've been with this woman for two months and everything she does drives me nuts. She's single and loves me to bits. I'm her protector at night and I'm her shoulder to cry on when she is having a bad day. I'm her best friend when she needs someone to spill her heart to and I'm her knight in shining armor when she is sleeping.

“Come on boy lets go out!” My owner calls from the front door. Jumping down off the couch I hurry to the front door and bark happily as she bends down giving me a nice view of her breasts as she puts my leash on. Yeah, I know, I'm a sick doggie, but hey what guy isn't? Standing up straight my owner whose name is Y/N smiles down at me. “Let’s go.” She says walking out the door and shutting it behind us. Walking down the street with Y/N by my side I watch everyone greet her with a smile and a hello. Little kids with sticky hands run up and pet me more than a little gentile, but hey they're kids. We walk into town to pick a few things for dinner tonight. She's making grilled orange chicken! Yeah, she's the best cook in the world.

Walking into the food store my tongue rolls out of my mouth as the different smells hit me. “Come on boy, lets go get the chicken.” Y/N mutters. Now, I bet you're wondering how I'm allowed in a store if I'm a dog right? Well, Y/N is a trainer for service dogs. Heading over to the frozen meat I watch as Y/N goes right to the chicken and fights with herself either to get legs or breasts. I nudge her left leg and she looks down at me, “Which one?” She asks and I nod my head to her right hand that is holding the chicken breasts. “Okay, chicken breast it is,” she beams. A familiar scent hits my nose, making my tail wag as my fellow werewolf, Jaebeom comes into view. He's a pack mate of mine and he’s also the one that got me involved with Y/N.

We saved her from a wolf attack when she was walking in the park at night. Jaebeom turned into his human form since she was out cold from a bump on her head, and I stayed in my wolf form in case they came back. When she woke up Jaebeom explained that she was attacked by a stray dog and when she found out that I helped well she gave me lots of love. They started talking and Jaebeom told her about his friend who has a child with a disability, and he offered me up to be trained to take care of the kid. Now, no. Jaebeom didn't lie, we do have a friend that does has a disabled son, but I'm not going to help the kid out. Honestly, he’s doing great on his own, he is also a werewolf, so his enhanced sense helps him a lot. I'm doing this to get close to Y/N.

“Y/N?” Jaebeom calls her name, and she turns around.

“Hey Jae!” She greets and I roll my eyes as Jaebeom leans down to pet my head.

He smirks at me and straighten himself up, “How is he doing?” Jaebeom motions towards me with raised eyebrows.

“He's doing great. He listens and does everything right with just a few tries.” Y/N explains and Jaebeom nods his head as he listens.

“That's good! I'm glad I found you…” Jaebeom sighs and runs a hand through his hair before he gives Y/N a regretful look. “The family I told you about got a dog a few weeks ago.”

“What?” Y/N’s eyes widen at the news, and he glances down at me. “That's great, but what are you going to do with King?” She worries and I want to kill Jaebeom for telling her that's my name.

“I guess give him to a shelter or something?” Jaebeom shrugs his shoulders as he looks down at me. “I don't really have any room for him.”

“Oh...I'll buy him off you!” Y/N places her hand on the top of my head and Jaebeom smirks.

“Grown attached to him?”

“Kind of. I don't know what it is about him, but it's like he knows what I'm saying when I talk to him.”

“Really? He doesn't look that smart.” Jaebeom quirks at eyebrow and I growl at his rude remark.

“Be nice King.” Y/N scolds gently and I whine, rubbing my wet nose on her leg. She shivers and pushes my head away from her leg, “How much do you want?” She asks.

“Nothing.” Jaebeom shakes his head and Y/N’s mouth drops slightly before she collects herself.

“What? Jaebeom he's a big dog! Surely you paid a lot for him.” Y/N tries again and Jaebeom laughs.

“Nope!” Jaebeom waves off Y/N’s words. “I found the mutt outside.” Brian states and I glare at him.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yeah, take him. I'm sure he'll be better off with you.”

The smile that comes to life on Y/N’s face makes my heart skip a beat. “Thank you, Jaebeom!” She beams happily and gives him a hug.

Jaebeom gives me a wink as he pulls away, “Well I have to go. I got a TV dinner calling my name.”

“Why don't you stop by for dinner tonight?” Y/N offers.

“Ah…I don't know Y/N.” Jaebeom shoots me a glance and I choose to ignore him.

“Oh, come on Jae. I'm making grilled orange chicken.” She says and I can see the longing in Jaebeom’s eyes.

“Okay, you got me. What time should I come over?” Jaebeom inquires.

“Is seven good for you?”

“Yeah. I'll see you at seven.” With that, Jaebeom leaves and Y/N smiles down at me.

“Guess I should get more huh?” Y/N asks while looking at me and I bark quietly. She laughs and grabs another pack of chicken. We walk around the store grabbing whatever else she needs, and I let little kids pet and poke me. One kid pulls my tail and I yelp in surprise, hell I almost bite the kid, but stopped myself.

Now back home I can lay down and watch Y/N cook. “Damn it!” She cruses and I look up at her from the floor. She wipes at her shirt and growls, “I liked this shirt too,” she sighs and pulls her top off over her head. Her yellow bra makes me drool as she mutters curse words under her breath. She unclasps her bra and walks out of the kitchen heading up the steps. I follow behind her and watch as she pulls her bra off. Opening the bedroom door, I jump up on the bed and lay down to watch as Y/N takes the rest of her clothes off. The sauce got all over her outfit. Y/N grabs a light blue sundress and slips it on, “What you think?” She asks and I tilt my head to the side. She laughs and walks over to me; she pats my head and I lick her hand.

“Come on I can't burn the food,” Y/N warns, and I follow her back to the kitchen. Laying down in the doorway I watch as Y/N runs around the kitchen, her legs are driving me nuts, I just want to wrap them around my waist; see if they are as strong as they look. I whine and Y/N looks back at me, “What's wrong? You need to go out?” I walk into the living room and hop up on the couch, I rest my head in my paws and close my eyes, I think I'll take a nap before Jaebeom gets here.

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“King! King time to eat!” I blink open my eyes and look around. I hop off the couch and walk into the kitchen. The sound of Jaebeom's car pulling up makes me run to the door and bark. Y/N opens the front door and smile as Jaebeom walks up to the house. “Hey.”

“Come in.” Y/N steps to the side to let Jaebeom in and shuts the door behind him. I walk into the kitchen to eat. “I just finished cooking.” Y/N says with Jaebeom following her into the kitchen. The two of them sit down at the island and eat; I start to eat my food and turn out their conversion. Once finished with my dinner I drink some water and lay down by Y/N's feet.

Jaebeom looks down at me and smiles, “I think he likes it here,” Jaebeom muses.

“I think so too. He's free to do almost whatever he wants here,” Y/N laughs playfully. The two of them finish eating and Y/N forces Jaebeom into the living room while she does the dishes. I follow behind Jaebeom and jump up on the couch next to him.

When are you going to let Y/N see what you really are?

I turn my head to face Jaebeom as his voice echoes in my mind. Soon…very soon

The guys want to meet her

I know they've told me many times I think with a sigh. Jaebeom pats my head and I growl softly at him making him laugh with a shake of his head. His phone rings and he answers it quickly, “Hey babe.” I hear Avery on the other side and lick Jaebeom’s hand, “Jackson says hi,” Jaebeom informs his wife and I hear her tell him to tell me to hurry the hell up with getting Y/N to love me. I roll my eyes and bark happily as Y/N walks into the room.

She takes a set across from Jaebeom and I jump off the couch over to her. Resting my head across her legs, she smiles down at me and runs her fingers through my hair. Jaebeom hangs up and gives Y/N a smile, “Thanks for dinner Y/N. It was great, but I have to get home to my wife.”

“I thought she was in New York.”

“She just got back.” The smile on Jaebeom’s face is large as he thinks about his wife’s early trip home.

“Make her a plate.” Y/N orders and Jaebeom frowns. “There's enough for you too,” She giggles and Jaebeom grins.

“Okay!” he says and runs into the kitchen to make the plates. “Bye, Y/N!” Jaebeom calls out from the door.

“Bye, Jae!” Y/N yells as Jaebeom opens and shuts the front door. Whining I nudge her hand and she laughs, “Come on let me up and I'll put Blade in.” She says and I pick my head up.

Y/N stands up and quickly sets up the dvd player before she walks back over to me. Pressing play on the remote as she sits beside me, Y/N makes herself comfortable. Halfway through the movie Y/N falls asleep and I sigh. She can't sleep on the couch it gives her a bad back in the morning and she can hardly do anything the next day. Jumping off the couch I take a deep breath and phase into my human form. The cool air from the air condition makes me shiver and wish I had clothes on. Looking at Y/N I bite my lower lip as she moves, and her dress raise up a little on her thighs. Bending down I slip my arms under her body and lift her off the couch. She starts to move in my arms, and I stand still. Y/N snuggles into my chest and lets out a sigh.

Walking up the steps I take my time as I head to her bedroom. Holding her with one arm I push open the door and kick it shut with my foot. Walking over to the bed I lean over to place Y/N down and freeze as she hides her face in the crook of my neck. Feeling her breath on my skin makes me smile and tingle all over. I lay Y/N on the bed and her eyes flutter open. I hold my breath praying that she is still sleeping. “King, come to bed,” she mutters as her eyes close. I let out my breath and jump as her hand grabs my wrists, “Come to bed!” she grumbles pulling on my arm. I shouldn't lay with her, but she won't sleep peacefully without me. I crawl on the bed and lay next to Y/N keeping a safe distance between us.

In her sleep she feels around for me and once her hand touches my chest, she moves closer. Her body presses against mine and I stiffen up. After a few minutes I sit up and get off the bed. I walk into the bathroom that is connected to the room and take a piss. I hear movement from the room and Y/N is calling me. Out of habit I flush the toilet and go to her. She looks over at the bathroom door startled and quickly covers herself, her dress is now on the floor beside her feet. Her brown eyes widen in horror, and she starts to shake in fear. I take a step towards her, and she steps back, “Y/N?” I wince as I call her name and see her recoil in fear.

“H-how do you know my name?” The question is forced and high pitched as Y/N looks around the room for King.

“Don't be afraid I won't hurt you.” I urge and she watches me as I walk towards her. Once in front of her shaking body I stare into her brown eyes.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she looks into my eyes, “K-King...” she breaths out and I nod my head. She reaches her hand forward and touches my face. I lean into her touch and keep my eyes on her as she searches mine.

Grasping her hands with my own I bring them to my lips, “Actually, it’s Jackson.” I offer a weak smile and my eyes fall to Y/N’s lips as she licks them.

“T-this has to be a dream.”

“No, it's not. I'm real.” I mummer softly and Y/N shakes her head. “Y/N-” I let go of her hand and cup her face, “I'm real and I won't hurt you ever...” I promise and lean down. Her eyes close as our lips touch and I can feel her body quiver.

Wrapping an arm around Y/N's waist, I deepen the kiss as I pull her body closer to mine. Kissing me back, my heart starts to beat ever faster than it already did. I lick her bottom lip and she pulls away from me. “No! No! This isn't happening…y-you're a fucking dog!” Y/N cries pushing me away from her as she starts to walk back and forth. Her breast bounce with each step and I close my eyes trying to control myself.

“Y/N,” I call softly, and she ignores me. “Y/N,” I call again opening my eyes and she glances at me.

“This is bullshit...that must have been some bad chicken.”

“Y/N!” I call her name firmly and she looks at me startled.

“What?!” She hisses and I lose it.

I grab her hips and slam her into the wall. Crashing my lips into hers I rub our lower halves together and she moans. Kissing down the side of her neck, I gently bite her soft flesh and her knees give out. Picking Y/N up in my arms I walk over to bed and lay her down before I climb on top of her. Her fingers knot in my hair as I kiss my way down to her breasts. “King!” She moans as I flick my tongue over her erect nipple. A growl rips from the back of my throat and she shivers.

“It's Jackson!” I bark and she looks down at me with lust clouded eyes. Pulling my hair, Y/N pulls me up and presses her lips to mine in a passionate kiss, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“T-tell me this isn't another dream...this is real?” She begs looking into my eyes.

“Another dream?” I ask and she nods her head. “You've dreamt about me?” I raise my eyebrows and I can feel the heat pooling around Y/N’s cheeks.

“Yeah, we do…naughty things.” She says and my dick gets harder at her words.

“Oh?” I smirk and lean down. A light r to her ear, “Like what, pet?” A ripple quivers in my mind and I can see Y/N's dreams...shit they are my dreams, but how is that possible? I look down at Y/N and she's looking up at me shocked,

“Did you do that?”

“You saw that?” Y/N nods her head and I’m at a loss. “No, I didn't...I don't think I did.”

“This isn't a dream, is it?” Y/N lets her fingers play with the hair at the nap of my neck and I shake my head.

“No.”

Smiling, Y/N crashes her lips into mine. “I love you, J-Jackson.” Y/N breaths against my lips and that's all it takes for me to lose everything. Slamming into Y/N's wet core without warning she screams my name. Thrusting in and out I groan as Y/N meets my thrusts with her own. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Y/N whines over and over again, causing me to smirk as I lift her legs up over my shoulders getting deeper inside of her. Moaning loudly, I take hold of Y/N's hands and place them above her head. Leaning into her I pull out all the way and thrust right back in, “Fucking hell, Jackson!” Y/N screams. Her cursing so much is turning me on to no end.

“You like that baby?” I grunt and she moans loudly.

“Yes! Oh God y-yes!” She pants as she throws her head back. A growl rips from deep within as Y/N clenches her walls around my dick and makes me work harder as she unclenched only to clench again. Seeing her in so much pleasure because of me helps bring me to the next high, I'm so lost in the feeling of being inside her that I yelp in surprise as Y/N’s legs lock around the back on my neck and she pushes up with her arms sending me onto my back with her now on top. Unlocking her legs from my neck Y/N picks herself up and I want to fucking come right there and then seeing her hold herself up with her hands as she spreads her legs into a split above my dick. She drops herself onto me and my eyes roll to the back of my head as she rides me hard and fast. Grabbing her hips, I slam her down on my dick as I thrust up and moan watching her breasts bounce with each movement.

“Oh J-Jacksooon.” Y/N screams as her walls tighten and push her juices out as she hits her first climax. She rides out her release and I flip us over, so I'm back on top. Pounding into her throbbing pussy at an animalistic past she screams and begs for me to go harder. I hiss in pain as Y/N's nails bite into my skin and drawl blood as she rakes them down my back. Screaming my name again, Y/N reaches her climax for the second time. She falls back underneath me and seeing her fucked out expression triggers my own release. Riding out the last of my sex high, I pull out of Y/N and lay down next to her.

She wiggles next to my body and throws her leg over my waist pulling me close to her. Wrapping my arms around her waist I press my lips to hers and sigh, “I love you, Y/N.” I mummer and she smiles softly.

“I'm in love with a werewolf.” She says and I laugh.

“Yeah, you are...wait you know?” I ask.

“Jackson…what else could you be?” She laughs.

“Y-you’re okay with that?”

Y/N rests her chin on my chest and stares into my eyes. “I love you Jackson…a-and that’s means your werewolf too.”

Looking at Y/N I press my lips to hers, not only does she love me, but she accepts the very thing that could have kept us apart. “You're my King, Jackson. A queen is nothing without her king.” Y/N explains, and I chuckle as a yawn slips past her lips.

“Go to sleep pet. Tomorrow we'll talk more about this.” I say and she nods her head. As Y/N drifts to sleep, I reach out to Jaebeom to let him know the good news.

Jaebeom, man I did!

I know

Huh? How?

Who do you think put those dreams in her mind?

You sly dog!

Jaebeom’s laugh echoes in my mind Night King

It's Jackson! I think with a smile on my face. Y/N presses a kiss on my chest, I close my eyes and let sleep take over me.

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Let’s Mate...I Mean DATE! Pairing: Jackson Wang x Fem!Reader Tags: 8.7k, Fantasy!AU, Clueless Werewolf!Jackson, Human!Reader, Mates, Humor, Fluff, Suggestive, Romance, GOT7 pack/family dynamics, Oneshot. Summary: Jackson has been working for you for months now and things have been going perfectly well, up until a single moment turns his world upside down. Suddenly all that occupies his mind and floods his senses is you and he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t figure out why.

“Saturday at seven pm,” Jackson speaks into the phone propped precariously between his ear and shoulder, balancing his briefcase and two cups of coffee in his hands, “Yes, I did receive the invitation and she would be delighted to attend. She would also like to send a donation in for the silent auction, I’ll be forwarding you that information shortly.”

Jackson glances both ways before he subtly backs into your door, maneuvering the handle down with one firm glute before pushing through. You look up from your computer and offer an amused grin at the sight of him and his full hands.

“Absolutely,” He says professionally, sending you a quick wink as he hands you your morning coffee, “She’s looking forward to it. Thank you, Manuel.”

“Morning, boss,” He grins, taking the seat across from you. Or rather, perching atop the arm of it per usual.

“Morning, Jackson,” You reply, sipping the smooth latte and relishing the way it warms your chest, “I’ll have to switch out the door handle for a knob if you don’t stop opening it with your ass,” You chuckle but Jackson has no shame, just that same twinkle of mischief you’ve become so accustomed to.

“With these cheeks?” He laughs, leaning forward like he’s letting you in on a secret, “Bet I could still open it.” He winks and you squinch your eyes shut, openly laughing at the visual he’s created.

“You are so lucky that you are great at your job and I enjoy your company.” And your cute ass, you think to yourself.

“I know, I know,” He holds up a hand, “Enough about how wonderful I am. We have real work to do, boss.”

You let out an airy sigh and lean back in your chair, “Right you are.”

“Lay it on me,” You say then narrow your eyes before Jackson can say something distracting but he only smirks before pulling out his tablet and going over today's schedule without missing a beat.

You hired Jackson as a personal assistant eight months ago and he has been an absolute godsend. Sometimes you forget what work was like before him and the fact that he had minimal experience in the business world still blew your mind because he picked it up like it was a piece of cake. Now he was completely in charge of your team, coordinating every little detail behind the scenes without breaking a sweat.

More than his business savvy though, you really valued Jackson as a friend. You appreciate him in general, simply for existing. His sense of humor, his kind and playful nature, his positive attitude, his compassion for others, and drive to reach his goals.

If someone asked if you could live without Jackson in your life, the answer would be yes, you could live without your right hand man, but you would never want to.

“Tell me about this event you’ve signed me up for that I ‘would be delighted to attend’,” You muse, eyeing him curiously, and he grins back, tapping a few things on the glass screen before turning the tablet toward you.

“I promise you’re actually going to love this one. It’s a charity gala and proceeds benefit thirteen different animal rescue leagues in the area,” You perk up in your seat and glide your finger over the screen showing the invitation, “Its a formal event, tiny hors d'oeuvres, expensive champagne and you’re on the VIP list of course.”

You do love it. He’s right, as usual. He knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. You know the little things about him. He likes mint chewing gum, he goes to the gym at five am four days a week, he’s a dog person, he’s entirely too good looking and funny for his own good. Putting your professional relationship to the side, you wanted to know more about him. Or...everything about him and maybe you’re using this event as an excuse but...

“Is there a plus one?” You ask, tapping your chin thoughtfully.

Jackson’s answer is delayed only because you’ve never asked about having a plus one to any of the events you’ve attended and the thought of you having someone you suddenly want to bring along makes him tense for some unknown reason.

“Um, yeah..I’m sure there is, I’ll just email Manuel but I’m sure that can be arranged,” He finally answers, taking his tablet back over, already tapping away at the glass.

“Jackson,” You call and he just hums in response, pausing to look up at you when you repeat yourself.

“Do you have plans this Saturday night?”

“So, you have a date with your boss tomorrow?” Jinyoung laughs, emptying his bottle of beer and setting it next to the four other empty bottles at his feet though he’s just as sober as when he started.

“It's not a date,” Jackson rolls his eyes, staring into the flames of the bonfire he and a few of his brothers are seated around, “It’s a work thing and she probably just... didn’t want to go alone.”

“Dude, she obviously wants you, specifically, to come with her if she asked you,” Mark argues, his amber eyes still glowing after his tumble with the youngest.

“Not to mention she’s super hot so I doubt she would have any trouble finding someone to drag along as arm candy if that’s all she wanted,” Youngjae pipes in, gnawing on a mostly devoured roast turkey leg.

Maybe he was just the arm candy, he thought to himself before shaking his head. It’s obviously for professional reasons. He is your right hand after all. There’s nothing abnormal about an employer and employee attending business related events together. He’s over thinking things, as usual.

That doesn’t mean he would be opposed if you had ulterior motives. He would quite love it if you did. Alas, he tries to remain realistic.

“If all she needs is a pretty face,” Bambam’s shouting interrupts Jackson’s thoughts and he looks over just as Bam dodges a blow from Yugyeom’s fist, “I’m totally available.”

Jackson growls low and Bam slinks further away with a devious cackle, the youngest hot on his trail. He loves getting under his brother’s skin more than anything. He does not, however, love Yugyeom’s wicked right hand though, so he keeps moving.

Mark, Jinyoung, and Youngjae all exchange knowing glances with each other following Jackson’s reaction to Bam’s teasing. Jackson has a soft spot for you, obviously.

“What’s she like?” Jinyoung asks casually, “You don’t share so all we have to go by are the news articles.”

“Yeah. Does she always look like a movie star with the expensive dresses and fresh blowouts or is she like normal?” Youngjae asks, chucking the now clean picked bone into the fire.

“You guys have got to stop stalking my boss in the tabloids,” Jackson chuckles, rubbing his forehead.

“Can you blame them?” Comes a deep voice from behind Mark and they all look up to see their alpha, Jaebeom, carrying over a large tray of cooked meat that he barely has time to set in front of them before they all start swarming.

“It’s not like you’re super forthcoming with the details on your beloved mentor,” He pauses to smack Youngjae’s hand away, letting everyone else grab first since he stole his last one straight off the grill.

“Must have trained you pretty damn well if one of us is thriving in the corporate world,” He looks at Jackson, conveying his genuine compliment. He’s very proud of his brother.

Jaebeom’s sharp whistle signals the start of dinner and everyone currently absent begins to wander over.

Bam and Yugyeom stop their wrestling and the youngest races over to the chair closest to their Alpha, plopping down in it before a tiny figure appears to his left. Jaebeom’s daughter winds up her little fist and socks Yugyeom in the arm for stealing her seat but the giggles spill out of her when he swiftly lifts her up and places her in his lap, handing her a piece of chicken to chew on.

“Inda, what did we say about hitting?” A smooth voice calls over the child’s shoulder and the little girl pouts up at her mother, “Sorry, mommy.”

Jinyoung’s mate, Rena, makes her way over and settles herself in his lap before winking at the little wolf, “I think he kinda deserved it.”

Malia, Jaebeom’s wife, mate, and the pack’s Luna, laughs and shakes her head at Rena’s encouragement before wandering over to Jackson and ruffling his hair, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen this handsome face,” She smiles warmly, ever the mother figure, “Did you forget the way back home?” She tuts with a hand on her hip.

“Sorry Luna,” He bows his head before smirking up at her, “Did you miss your favorite wolf?”

Jaebeom swiftly smacks Jackson upside the head while the others laugh and grumble but Malia’s parting head pat tells him all he needs to know. He’s still her favorite.

“Tell us about your girlfrie-” Rena starts before Jinyoung squeezes her side to reign her back in with a smug grin, “I mean your boss.”

Bunch of nosy mutts, Jackson mutters just loud enough for their superior hearing to pick up and he laughs wildly as his family tosses anything they can reach at him.

“Alright, alright,” He concedes, “She is amazing and kind of a badass.”

There’s a shrill giggle and Inda’s eyes are alight at Jackson’s potty word but Yugyeom is quick to correct her before she gets in trouble again. Still, her tiny sharp teeth are visible in a mischievous grin.

“I’ve seen her tear apart men twice her size across a conference room without lifting a finger. She’s bold, confident. She knows exactly what she’s doing and she really is a great mentor. Taught me everything I know.”

“And, no,” He looks over toward Youngjae working his third turkey leg of the night, “She’s usually in business casual when I’m around, not Versace gowns. Don’t think I’ve ever even seen her with her hair down. She’s cool though. Down to earth and she’s a good person, genuinely. Rare for someone in her position.”

“Sounds like you’re in love with her. You should bring her home,” Yugyeom says around a mouthful while little Inda nods enthusiastically, her cheeks comically full.

Jackson finishes off his bone, tossing it among the others in the fire, “Am not and I don’t think so,” He half-scoffs, and some of them have the audacity to be offended. “The majority of you are half-naked and covered in dirt with glowing eyes,” He looks at his brothers and they all nod in belated understanding.

“And some of you are just scary,” He nods in Rena’s direction. She leans forward and snaps her teeth playfully making Jackson jump back a bit. Rena was the wildest amongst them and Jackson still hasn’t forgotten that time she put him in the dirt when she first joined the pack.

“If she likes you, she would love us. Come on, Jacks,” Bam teased, “What? Are you afraid she’ll find out how sexy your brothers are and drop you on your ass for a better wolf?” He snarked and Jackson finally had enough teasing, standing from his chair and tearing off his shirt.

“Run,” He growls with a predatory smirk, making Bambam drop the food in his hands and high tail it toward the woods with a delighted cackle. Jackson sprints off behind him despite Jaebeom’s warning grumbles.

There’s a brief, antsy silence before all eyes shift toward the Alpha, a silent plea to excuse them from dinner. He huffs but Malia’s hand falls into his hair, brushing the dark strands back lovingly, “They’ve missed him,” She whispers and he falls into her embrace as usual, “Let them run.”

The alpha lets out a low whistle to release them. Rena, Mark, and Youngjae are the first to bolt. Yugyeom has Inda on his hip and she’s refusing to let go, wanting a part of the action herself. Jinyoung promises to keep an eye on them, so the alpha and luna let them go, watching their pack disappear into the woods.

Malia slides into her husband’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck as he kisses her temple. “I know it was hard to let him go, but he always comes back home,” She whispers to him and he melts into her touch, “Sounds like he’ll be bringing someone with him one day.”

Jackson is coming down the hall to your apartment when he bumps into your stylist in the hallway.

“Oh! Mr. Wang, nice to see you!” The man greets him with a quick bow, “Just fair warning, your girl is a walking masterpiece tonight, if I do say so myself. Drop dead gorgeous that woman.”

Jackson smiles awkwardly at the way he says ‘your girl’ in reference to your boss but he knows there are no insinuations behind it. Seokjin just has a particular flair and Jackson is well accustomed to it.

“I’m sure she is with you behind the scenes,” Jackson compliments Seokjin and the tall man winks at him.

“She makes my job easy,” He grins, “The most stunning, cooperative canvas I’ve ever worked with! Well, I’ll be going. Have a great night!” Jackson watches as the man walks away, a light chuckle falling from his lips.

Jackson knocks lightly at your door and he can hear you shout for him to come in so he pushes through and lets the door fall shut behind him. He steps into the kitchen but you’re nowhere in sight.

Suddenly, you walk into the view and Jackson staggers back against the island of your kitchen, his eyes wide as saucers. It’s as if he was physically rocked backward, his senses overwhelmed you. You hadn’t even noticed him until you were standing directly in front of him, and you realized there was something wrong.

“Are you okay?” You asked with genuine concern. He was hardly breathing and his pupils were dilated bigger than you thought possible.

“What..are..you wearing?” He choked out and you thought he meant your outfit so you stepped back and looked down at yourself.

Seokjin had put you in a well-fitting emerald-colored dress and while it may be alluring you felt it was still elegant and tasteful. You were sure Jackson would love it but he looks like he’s being strangled within an inch of his life, plastered to the counter like a cornered animal.

You pull at the material uncomfortably, “Is it bad?”

Jackson finally pulls himself away from the island and rushes impossibly closer, “No! No, I’m sorry. The dress is beautiful, YOU are beautiful,” He emphasizes, hands coming up to grasp both your elbows, “I just..is… are you wearing new perfume or something?” He asks, confusion written all over his face and it’s certainly matched on your own.

“No, It’s the same perfume I wear every day,” You answer with a raised brow, “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting strange.”

Jackson turns his head and attempts to gulp down air that isn’t so incredibly intoxicating but no such luck. He can’t escape the scent, nor the way it makes him want to crowd you so closely he may as well be on top of you. How is he supposed to make it through a black-tie event at your side without embarrassing himself?

All he wants to do is bury his face in your neck and your hair and...and…your hair.

You never wear your hair down and Seokjin has styled it in big loose curls falling around your shoulders. He’s never noticed how long it was, or how incredibly good it smells. Does it always smell this good? You should always wear it down.

Jackson is just standing there, literally less than a full foot apart, his fingers gently playing with the bottom of your locks and now it’s you who's having trouble breathing. You’re just staring at the enraptured look on his face but he’s so far away in his own mind.

“Jackson,” You whisper, afraid to startle him out of whatever trance he’s found himself in, “We’re going to be late if we don’t get going.”

Jackson blinks a few times and tears himself away from you, one hand gripping the counter and the other scratching almost painfully at his throat. His collar was much too tight suddenly. He aches to be rid of his tie and top buttons but he reigns himself back in as best he can.

“Yeah, sorry. We should go,” His voice is tight, clipped. So unnatural for his outgoing, quick-witted personality.

You move past him into the kitchen to grab your purse off the granite counter before circling back in front of him again, “Are you okay to drive still or should I call for Seungmin?”

“No, no. I’m fine I swear, I’m sorry for being weird. I was out really late with my family last night and I think I’m just a little short on sleep.”

“You sure it’s not because I look awful or smell funny?” You joke and he finally smiles, appreciative of your attempt at making things normal again.

Jackson scoffs, “Complete opposite. You look and smell amazing,” He winks at you and he’s not sure why he says it because it’s his ultimate undoing, “You should wear your hair down more often.”

“Maybe I will,” You smile back at him, linking your arms through his, “Let’s go.”

The gala was only the beginning of whatever the hell was happening with Jackson.

Unfortunately for him, you actually did start wearing your hair down. Almost every single day. He sagged in relief every time you spun it into a bun, stifling whatever hormone you were putting off that was making him into a crazy person.

He had no idea why it was driving him so insane but the scent of you was suddenly so overwhelming it had him wanting to be close to you at all times while simultaneously keeping everyone else far away, especially other men. But rationally, he couldn’t do that and it was making him lose his mind.

You were aware that Jackson was acting strange ever since that odd interaction in your apartment. You had gone to the gala and had a wonderful time together though you did notice Jackson was glued to your side the entire time and even now he was finding every reason under the sun to be near you.

You didn’t mind, you did really enjoy Jackson’s company and he was still managing his duties with ease so you let him join you whenever he wanted. He was always a help, never a hindrance. You also had a less than professional crush on him, so the selfish part of you enjoyed the extra attention however random it was.

It was another Thursday afternoon when you got a call from your old friend, Namjoon. He was in town and wanted to meet up for lunch so you called Jackson into your office to let him know you would be stepping out but his reaction was...unexpected.

“Namjoon? Kim Namoon? Why?” He asked suspiciously and you sat confused in your chair, trying and failing to fasten the straps of your heels due to the non-existent stretch of your tight skirt.

“Old friend from business school?” You answer with a raised brow, huffing in exasperation because of your shoes, “Why do you know him or something?”

Jackson scoffs, rounding the desk faster than you expected and you gasped when he knelt before you, taking your ankle in his hand. His fingers were hot on your skin and you weren’t sure how or when you began squirming in your seat but his command to ‘Sit still’ had you freezing entirely as he fastened the straps on both of your heels, one hand lingering precariously on your calf.

“No, I’ve only heard of him. I hope you have a nice time,” He says with a cool tone and you look at his tensed jaw and wonder why the hell he was acting...jealous?

Jackson blinks twice before he’s looking back up at you with a startled expression, “I’m...uh..sorry. I’m not feeling well today,” He says, an odd bead of sweat falling from his hairline.

You instinctively reach out to wipe it away and jerk your hand back as soon as it touches his skin. If his fingers were hot his forehead was incinerating. It felt beyond a fever and you looked at him in shock, “Jackson! You’re burning up, you need to get to a doctor.”

Jackson backs away and rubs at his neck. Wolves always ran hot and with whatever was going on with him he should have been more careful. “Ah, no it’s ok really, I don’t feel that bad.”

“Jackson, I want you to go home for the day. You need to get some rest,” You said sternly and he had already opened his mouth to argue but you shushed him, “For my peace of mind, please. You’ve been working so hard, you deserve some time off to relax and recuperate. Take the rest of today and tomorrow.”

Jackson couldn’t even stand the thought of not seeing you for two days as ridiculous as it was but he knew that look. You weren’t going to take no for an answer and so he just nods, standing up and straightening his pants, wrinkled from kneeling on the ground so long.

“As you wish boss,” He concedes walking toward the door but he stops to address you once more before he goes, “Please call me if you need anything.”

“Rest well Jackson,” You respond softly and you slump down in your chair when he closes the door.

Jackson drove straight home. Not to his apartment, home.

Mark, Jaebeom, and Malia were all sitting around watching the younger ones when Jackson pulled up. He opened the door of his car and a large black wolf, Jinyoung, nearly barreled into him just having been tossed away by his opponent, Rena.

Jackson rolled his eyes as Jinyoung bounded back toward his mate, pinning her to the ground with too much ease. She was letting him pin her, Jackson realized. He smiled at them but scoffed when he reached the others, “Are they fighting or fucking?”

The three of them laughed and Mark handed Jackson a beer as he sat down next to him, “With those two you never really know,” He laughed.

“It’s been a while since you and I have fought, Alpha,” Malia chuckled, reaching for her husband’s hand which he promptly brings to his lips in a show of affection.

“That’s because all we do is fuck,” He grins, earning a wild look from his mate and gagging noises from every one of his brothers within earshot.

“Oh god,” Bambam shouts, hand over his stomach like he’s due to vomit any second, “It’s like hearing your parents talk about having sex.”

Jaebeom doesn’t even bat an eye, he just pulls Malia into his lap and addresses Jackson, “To what do we owe the pleasure, brother?”

Jackson downs the beer in his hand and Mark is already passing him another. “Something happened or more like, keeps happening, and I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.”

Jackson goes on to tell them about what happened when he went to pick you up that night. About how he is suddenly so drawn to you that he hates to be too far away for too long. How he wants to come across the desk every time you flip your hair and send a fresh wave of your scent his way. How he got so jealous at the mere thought of you having lunch with another man.

“I just don’t get it,” Jackson complained, “She is driving me crazy and I have no idea why! It just happened all so suddenly and I don’t know what to do or what’s going on!”

Jackson finally stopped talking and noticed everyone had gathered around him and was staring at him in complete silence until Jaebeom’s hand whacked the back of his head.

“What the fuck?!” Jackson rubs at the back of his head as Jaebeom eyes him incredulously.

“Do you know anything about being a werewolf? Have we seriously taught you nothing?” He asks and Jackson is just as lost if not more now.

“You’re losing your mind because she is your mate you fucking idiot,” Mark cackles and Jackson’s eyes go wide.

“My what now?” He croaks, air escaping his lungs.

“Your mate,” Rena snickers, “Dumbass.��

Jackson narrows his eyes at her but she grins and lunges at him, Jinyoung’s arms keeping her caged in, and he jumps as usual. Her triumphant laugh haunts him.

“Wolves can have human mates?” He asks innocently and he’s already ducking in case someone else wants to smack him.

“Dude, we’re half-human,” Mark laughs as he gestures to his own flesh and skin, “Did you really not know?”

“I…” He starts but his words are caught on his tongue. You’re his mate. His eyes light up like he’s found it, the key to happiness and he’s about ready to jump back in the car and drive all the way back to the office before he’s stopped in his tracks.

“Oh, Jackson,” Malia’s watery voice projects, and everyone, even Jaebeom looks at her curiously, her face wet with tears and suddenly the pack is on edge.

Jackson is on the ground at her feet where she’s still perched in the Alpha’s lap, hands on her knees, “What’s wrong?” He asks, voice full of concern.

“You found your mate,” She smiles, one hand coming to rest on his cheek, “I am just...so happy,” She continues to cry but her words soothe a bit of the tension.

“Why are you crying, Luna?” Yugyeom asks, now at her side, voice small in comparison to his large size as he lays a hand on her shoulder protectively.

“Oh?” She seems surprised by the question and curiously wipes at her own face, laughing at the wetness she finds there, “That’s odd. I’m fine everyone, just hormones I’m sure,” She brushes it off.

“...Are you?” Jaebeom asks in a low whisper and everyone is deathly still again.

“We’re talking about Jackson, not me...let’s just-”

“Are you pregnant?” He asks again and the pack is vibrating with anticipation of her answer.

“I...yes, I think so,” She smiles and the pack erupts into cheers, some of the younger wolves shifting on the spot from over excitement.

Youngjae suddenly appears with little Inda at his side, her tiny hand wrapped around his as she rubs her eye with the other, both of them freshly awoken from a nap. He looks around at all the commotion and sighs, “What did we miss?”

Jackson decided to stay the night to celebrate but he raced home the very next morning and didn’t stop until he was standing right outside your office door.

He was just about to knock when he heard a deep voice on the other side followed by your laughter. There was someone in there with you and he listened closely for a moment but remembered that you never met with clients in your personal office.

The door to your office suddenly swings open and you're shocked to see Jackson standing there when you expected him to be out for the day. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt so he clearly wasn’t here to work and you were confused.

“Jacks-” You start but he’s already moving toward your desk and you glance over at Namjoon who's seated across from you.

“I need to talk to you,” Is all he says, not even looking at the other person in the room, “Alone.”

“I can go..” Namjoon says awkwardly, pointing toward the door he’s eager to get out of but no one is paying him any attention now.

“Is everything okay?” You ask worriedly, ignoring Namjoon’s attempts at getting your attention so he can excuse himself from whatever the hell is about to happen.

This must be him, Namjoon thinks to himself, the assistant you’re obviously in love with. Looks like the feeling is mutual and he’ll be expecting an invitation in the mail sometime soon.

“Me? I’m great, amazing, wonderful. I need to touch you,” He rattles off and you barely get out a startled, ‘What?’ before he’s in front of you, both hands reaching up to cup your cheeks, sighing in relief.

There’s an awkward throat clearing and you both look at Namjoon who steps back at the look in Jackson’s eye, “Hi, Kim Namjoon. I like men, just so you know,” He says and Jackson is only slightly less intense before his words register and he smiles, “Jackson Wang, nice to meet you.”

Namjoon’s smile is hesitant and he reaches for his coat, “I’ve got a flight to catch soon, so I’ll leave you to…” He motions to the pair of you with one large hand, “Whatever is going on here.”

“Bye Namjoon,” You mumble without looking away from the man in front of you. “Jackson, what is happening?”

“Are you going to fire me if I kiss you?” He asks very seriously and your mouth falls open.

“I-kiss me? No?” You trip over your words but Jackson is laser-focused on you.

“No, you won’t fire me? Or no, don’t kiss you?”

“Yes, kiss me,” Whooshes out in one breath and his lips are already on yours before you have time to prepare and his hands scorch your skin wherever they touch. The overwhelming sense of belonging and harmony you feel is equally comforting and confusing but you know you don’t want him to let go.

You push yourself closer, arms wrapping around his middle, hands gliding over the strong muscles of his back as he kisses you with such intensity that it feels like you should be holding on for dear life. He feels like the beginning, the end, and everything in between.

When you finally pull apart he doesn’t step away, he simply rests his forehead against your own. His breath cascades over your lips and he kisses the side of your mouth carefully, reverently, “My mate,” He whispers.

He’s still kissing your face softly and you can’t stand to interrupt him but your confused hum makes him pull back in a panic, sputtering out, “I said we should date!”

You just stare at one another for a moment. Jackson is hoping you bought his cover up. You didn’t, but that’s okay, you’re not going to ask...yet.

Suddenly, your laptop makes a sound and the spell is broken. Jackson steps back in a daze and you’re finally able to speak again, “So…” You begin slowly, “Did you just miss me or?”

Jackson’s face grows hot but the corner of his lip twitches when he sees your smile. “Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight? I think we should talk and I rather do it somewhere that's not you know...work.”

“Yeah, of course,” You answer quickly, eager to get a handle on this new development between the two of you but you would also rather keep private matters out of the office. “What time should I come over?”

“Seven?” He says hopefully and his smile is broad and genuine when you nod your head a few times too many. “Ok...cool,” He says, moving towards the door, “I’ll uh let you get back to it…”

“Okay,” You nod absently, staring after him with a giggle threatening to bubble out of your lips, “I’ll see you later.”

Jackson is five steps away from the door when he stops and spins right back around, crossing the room until you’re back in his arms and he’s kissing you again. You almost fall back into your chair with the force of his body colliding with your own but he holds you steady with both hands, your lips moving in perfect synchrony, perfectly pressed together like they were made for each other, a matching set.

“Sorry, I’m going,” He chuckles as he pulls away and your eyes are slow to open, “I just really love doing that.”

“Me too,” You whisper, pecking him one last time, “I really should get some work done now.”

“Do you need help?” He asks eagerly, one-hundred percent willing to stay behind and assist you.

You giggle in response and push him toward the door playfully, “You’re far too distracting right now, go home Jackson.”

“See you in a bit,” He grins and this time he forces himself out the door but he’s still grinning like a lovesick idiot all the way to the parking garage.

It’s a solid three minutes into the drive home that he remembers his mistake and how wholly unprepared for this conversation he really was. He was just so eager to see you, to hold you, and then his big dumb mouth dropped the word ‘mate’ before he even explained anything.

“I need help,” Jackson blurts out the second Mark answers the phone and his brother only snickers in response.

“You ran right in there and kissed her didn’t you?” Mark laughs and Jackson mentally swears at himself.

“And called her my mate but I don’t think she really registered that part. She’s coming over tonight and I don’t know what I’m going to do! What if she doesn’t believe me? What if she’s scared? What if she hates me?”

“First of all, you need to breathe,” Mark says evenly, proceeding to coach Jackson through a few breaths, “Okay, you good?”

“Not really but go on.”

“You’re gonna have to show her.”

“No.”

There is an irritable huff on the other side of the line and some rustling before another voice comes through, “Jacks,” Malia says in that soothing voice of hers, “There is nothing to be afraid of. She is your mate and if she loves you as a human, she’s going to love you as a wolf too.”

“Luna,” He whines, “I can’t bear the thought of her being afraid of me,” Jackson says quietly and Malia looks around, smiling at her family.

“She won’t be afraid, she’s your mate, she could never be afraid of you,” Malia assures him and his nerves calm at the sound of her voice, “I know it’s scary to let someone in but trust in your wolf, it chose her for a reason. She must be a strong human and it senses that. She will love you in all forms. How could she not?”

Jackson smiles to himself. “Thank you, Luna. You get wiser and more beautiful every day.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” Malia chuckles and Jackson can clearly hear someone, probably Yugyeom’s shout of protest in the background. “You know Inda’s birthday is in a few weeks, right?”

“How could I forget? I’ll be there,” He says finally home and shutting the car off.

“Sounds like a perfect opportunity to introduce your mate to your family, doesn’t it?”

The anticipation of seeing Jackson had gotten the best of you and you left the office right at five o’clock so you could race home to shower and take way too long to choose an outfit. You had no idea why you were so nervous, it was Jackson. Your partner, your person.

You stopped dead in your tracks on the way to the front door when you realized what you had just thought. When did he become your person? Was it when he stayed up all night with you in the office, pouring over a new proposal? Was it when he surprised you with your favorite coffee just after you had a stressful call from an investor? Those were things he now did regularly but you remember the first times and recall being taken aback by having someone to do those things for you.

Maybe he had been that person all along and it was solidified when Namjoon asked you about work and you simply couldn’t shut up about Jackson. You realized you really liked him. More than business, more than friends, and maybe even more than that. Maybe like was not enough to describe how you felt about him.

You were absolutely shocked when he kissed you. Jackson was always charming, even flirty, and you often found yourself watching his mouth whenever he spoke but never did you think he would burst into your office like that. Walking right up to you and holding your face between his palms like you were something precious.

Just the thought of being near him again made you grin uncontrollably and put a little more pressure on the gas pedal than necessary. It was a brief ten minutes later that you stood at his doorstep, rapping lightly on the wood and waiting with barely contained glee for him to answer.

“You actually came,” Jackson’s hopeful voice has you looking up in surprise, not even having heard him open the door. His hands immediately reach for yours and you snort as he tugs you inside with a broad grin.

“Was me kissing you back earlier not convincing enough for you?” You chuckle, handing over your purse for him to hang on the coat rack near the door.

Jackson turns back toward you with a smirk upon his face, casually wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close as if this was nothing new, “You could always show me again.”

You knew your cheeks were bright red. Alarmingly so, but Jackson was kind enough not to comment on it and so you kissed him again. And again after that.

“I thought you wanted to talk,” You giggled, both hands cradling the sides of his face.

Jackson laughs and pulls back a bit, hands still lingering on your hips, with a twinkle in his eye, “You’re the one who keeps kissing me.”

“Would you like me to stop?” You ask, leaning back with dramatically wide eyes.

“Absolutely not,” He pecks the very tip of your nose with a grin, “But I thought we could have dinner first. Dinner always gets spoiled when you go straight for dessert.”

“Oh god, that was so corny,” You laughed and Jackson grinned shamelessly.

He grabs your hand, leading you into the kitchen where he’s already set the table with two full plates that make your stomach rumble in anticipation. “Anything in particular you wanted to discuss tonight?” You ask him curiously.

Like, I don’t know. The half-confessions and dizzying amount of kissing going on today. Subtle dinner conversation.

Jackson pulls out your chair for you to sit before rounding the table, “Well, I mean...this,” He laughs and gestures to the two of you. “I actually wanted to tell you a little more about myself. You know like more than just the things you’ve picked up on from working together. Stuff I haven’t really talked about.”

“You’re not an escaped convict with a false identity and really great hair, right?”

Jackson purses his lips in amusement, “Those charged were dropped.”

You pick up the glass of wine he filled for you and take a sip, motioning for him to speak whenever he was ready. You were surprised to find it was your favorite wine. The one you can only buy clear across the city and you knew Jackson bought it just for you considering he once told you he was more of a beer guy himself.

Jackson picked up his fork and he suddenly looked pensive, maybe even a little nervous. All traces of humor gone, replaced by something more serious.

“I am not exactly a city boy,” He says and you try not to giggle but the air you accidentally puff out makes him look up at you in mock defense. “I know, it’s shocking because I look so good in suits but I grew up deep in the woods. Like,” He circles his hands in vague elaboration, “Chopping wood, building things by hand, barefoot in the dirt, an hour there and back into town, deep in the woods.”

That is surprising, you pout your lips in thought. He did always look like he was itching to get out of his dress shirts. Always tugging at the collar uncomfortably, rolling the sleeves up to reveal strong, tanned forearms. Like he was too trapped in the material to be comfortable. Most born and raised city boys were wearing dress slacks by the time they could walk and Jackson looked like he was ready to rip them off at any given moment.

“Kinda hot, tell me more lumberjack man,” You grinned, sitting more comfortably before taking another bite of your food.

Jackson snorts and continues on, “I come from a big family, really big, and we all live together, like, same land, different houses but very close together. It’s almost like a compound of sorts.”

You nod in understanding, “Sounds like you guys are close?”

“Very,” He smiles fondly, “Actually, I’m the first in the family to move away and it was kind of a big deal,” He says before he quickly adds, “Not like in a bad way though. Everyone was really supportive.”

“That sounds really nice,” You smile at him genuinely, picking at your food as you listen to him. “I’ve always wanted to be in a big family but I was an only child and...well...even then my parents didn’t really pay attention to me. I always wondered what it was like to have siblings to bicker with, parents who smothered me just a bit.”

Jackson’s heart skips a beat in his chest. If only you knew. If only this conversation went as well as he hoped it would you could have all that and more.

“There is definitely a whole lot of that,” He puffs out a laugh, “It’s a little much at times but it’s all in good spirit.”

“They sound wonderful. I’d love to meet them one day. Thank them for letting you leave the nest so I could have the chance to meet you,” You tease him with a quiet smile from across the table and Jackson feels like he’s going to burst out of his skin.

“I would like that very much,” He smiles into his napkin, trying and failing to contain his rapidly beating chest.

The conversation went quiet for a moment as you both ate, nearing the end of the meal. You quirked a brow in his direction when he set his fork down and lifted his beer to his lips, draining the entire thing in one go like he was suddenly dying of thirst.

“You okay?” You ask curiously and Jackson tugs at the collar of his shirt as he begins sweating profusely. “You...don’t look ok.” You tell him, becoming more concerned.

“Let’s uh...go sit on the couch,” He says, standing so suddenly the table rocks as his thighs hit the surface awkwardly. He offers you a hand and you follow him silently into the living room, sitting facing Jackson on the leather couch.

He opens and closes his mouth a few times and you lay a hand atop his knee comfortingly, “Is this about the ‘mate’ thing?” You ask and he almost chokes, forgetting he let that slip. “Don’t worry, it’s totally fin-”

“On a scale of like, one to ten, how much do you like me?” He asks quickly, the volume of his voice rising with every word.

You giggle nervously, “If i’m being honest, I don’t think ‘like’ is the right word for it,” You tell him and he grows noticeably more panicked.

You rush to reassure him. “I mean that as in, I have more than a crush on you Jackson…I really care about you and I’m not sure how to describe what I feel for you but it’s… a lot. It’s so corny and kind of embarrassing but do you believe in soulmates? I just… I feel like we were always supposed to meet each other.”

The imaginary fireworks were exploding over Jackson’s head and he swears that he has never struggled to stay up right more than he was right now.

“You think we’re soulmates?” He asks, voice just barely above a whisper and your face has got to be beet red as you nod and shrug, entirely confused by his reaction.

Jackson laughs. Full on laughs and you’re about to cry right there on the couch until he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close. The relief you feel causes your body to melt like butter in his hold, falling against his chest and holding him with both hands,

“You can feel it too, can’t you?” He sighs, one hand stroking over your hair repeatedly, “You are so special to me. I was so worried I would scare you off and you would fire me, and I’d never see you again.”

You pull back to look at him fondly, “You’re being dramatic as usual, Jackson. You aren’t going to scare me off.”

“Do you really mean you that?”

His tone was so serious it made you cock your head to the side as you looked at him. “As long as you’re not a homicidal maniac,” You tried to joke but he didn’t laugh.

Jackson eyes you carefully, one hand over your hair and the other now cradling your cheek as he weighs his options. He was never all that great with subtlety though.

“I’m a werewolf,” He sputters, bracing for the blow, “My family and I...we’re...yeah.”

You’re quiet for a moment before the giggles slip past your lips, “You always have something smart to say, don’t you?”

Jackson’s face does not crack. Not even once and your laughter begins to die down after a minute or two, “You’re joking right? Werewolves aren’t real.”

“Are you scared now? Please tell me you’re not frightened,” He’s almost pleading and his grip on you turns desperate and holy shit. He is not joking but…

“That’s not- How is that possible?” You ask him but you’re not really expecting an answer. You just start looking at him. He’s not excessively hairy, not at all. His nails are always clean, short, well kept, and his canines were no more pointed than your own.

“Uhh...genetics?” He answers nervously, waiting for you to bolt any minute.

You sputter a laugh and Jackson’s eyes light up. That has to be a good sign right?

“So do you like, I don’t know...transform on full moons, or?” You struggle to get the words out, nothing and everything making sense at once.

Big family. Lives in the woods. Assumed hatred of clothing. Werewolves. You’re piecing it together.

“No,” He finally lets out a more relaxed chuckle, “Nothing like the movies. I do have a wolf form that I can shift into anytime but it’s a full wolf, not a hollywood hybrid thing.”

“Can you...show me?” You ask timidly. You weren’t clear on werewolf etiquette. Maybe it was horribly offensive to ask one to shift.

“I, show you? Yeah…” He gulps, pulling back from you to stand from the couch, “You’re not like...afraid of big dogs, right?”

“I love big dogs,” You say dazedly and Jackson relaxes a bit more, shuffling awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“Don’t scream ok? And please don’t leave,” He begs, eyes tugging on every heartstring in your chest.

“I won’t leave you, I promise.”

With that Jackson steps further back, looking around to make sure his lupine form has enough room before stripping off his shirt and shoes. He tries not to laugh at you pretending to look literally anywhere else in the room. Taking you home would be interesting.

Your heart lodged in your throat as a massive russet and gold wolf appears in Jackson’s place. He immediately drops to the floor, trying not to overwhelm you with his sheer size within his modest apartment.

“Beautiful,” You murmur as you reach toward him before jerking your hand back in embarrassment. Maybe you weren’t supposed to pet werewolves. They were people after all. Jackson senses the reason for your hesitation and puffs air out of his wet nose like a laugh before crawling along the floor to get closer to you.

He looks up at you with those big gold eyes and you reach out once more. He meets you halfway, pushing his head into your hand as you run your fingers through the soft fur atop his skull, running a finger along the tips of his ears.

Once he feels that you’re comfortable he stands and you’re in awe at how big he is. If you were standing his head would sit well past your hip. You watch him curiously as he shifts back into his human form, patiently waiting for your next words.

“When we have kids, will they be wolves too?” Is the first thing that falls from your lips and you both stare at each other wide eyed, neither of you believing what you just said. When you have kids, not if. Good grief your mouth and brain fumbled that.

“Oh shit,” You slap both hands over your mouth before any more stupidity can fall out.

“Hey,” He grins uncontrollably, pulling your hands away from his face, “I’ll take that as a sign that you’re not ready to head for the hills.”

“Of course not,” You scoff, “I just- wow. Wait,” You pause, gripping his bare arms and staring down at the floor in thought before dragging your gaze back up, “Mates? Is that what you meant? You and I are mates? I wasn’t crazy for the whole soulmate thing?”

“Ah, yeah. You were spot on,” He admits nervously. No point in stalling now, dogs out of the bag.

“I had no idea until that night of the gala when I came to your apartment, I swear. Everything was fine, aside from the fact that I’ve liked you since you hired me, but that night…” He trails off, remembering how you had turned his world upside down without even knowing it.

“The bond was triggered when I could scent you, it was your hair, wearing it down for the first time It finally hit me and I had no idea what it all meant but… that’s what family is for I guess because they had a great time enlightening me.”

“Your family knows we're mates?” You ask curiously, taking another step forward.

Jackson sighs, “Yes, they’re all a bit...nosy. They already want me to bring you home.”

Another step forward and you’re chest to chest. You drag your hands away from his biceps and plant them firmly on his chest as you look up at him with startling clarity. This feeling you’ve been trying to define, the pull, the attraction, the desire to hold him in your arms and not let go, the way you have fallen for him so hard in so little time. It all makes sense.

“Let’s go,” You say simply and Jackson cocks a brow at you. “I want to meet them. All of them.”

“You’re sure?” He asks, hands stroking down your spine, “They’re not likely to let you go once I bring you home. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to either.”

“Then don’t let me go,” You whisper, using his body as support, stretching up on your toes, “I’m not running away.”

Jackson lets out a deep rumble just before your lips press against his. His friend, his person, his mate. You are everything he could have ever wanted, yet so much more, and you accepted him without hesitation.

You hadn’t even needed to say it because he could feel you suddenly at the other end of the bond, like a warm whisper of a touch that would grow into something much stronger over time and he welcomed it, the notion of you being at his side, forever.

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sakurasangcl · 3 years

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pretty please

pairing: jackson x f!reader

rating: pg (they kiss)

genre: fluff, little bit of angst, werewolf au, slow burn

word count: 2,588 I'm sorry I got a little carried away ok?

warnings: mentions of midterms and finals, studying (lol)

summary: your new boyfriend, jackson, turns out to be a werewolf.

author's note: full plot & additional warnings will be linked here (link coming soon), lmk if you'd like to be tagged maybe?

“I’m Jackson, by the way,” He says as he pulls out the chair and sits, getting himself comfortable across from you.

“I’m Y/N,” you respond, still blushing.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he says, offering a charming smile as he pulls out his laptop.

The next week at the same time, he showed up again and asked, “Y/N, is it alright if I join you?”

You nod, a shy smile finding its way onto your face. “What are you studying?” you eventually ask him, tilting your head slightly.

“Business,” Jackson says, glancing up at you with a smile. “Actually, it’s my masters and I’m focusing on international business. What about you?”

When you tell him, he listens intently and asks polite questions- the right ones, too. Not the usual ones you always get.

“Oh, hey Jackson,” you say, blushing as you join him.

He smiles at you, pushing one of the cups towards you. “I got you a coffee, just the way you like it.”

You suspiciously tilt your head, taking a sip, only to be surprised that it was the way you liked your coffee. “How did you know?” you laugh, getting out your laptop.

“I know some of the workers,” he sheepishly admits. You laugh and open the candy, offering him some.

“I shouldn’t, I’m on a diet,” he says with a pout.

“Oh, come on,” you scoff, raising an eyebrow.

He playfully rolls his eyes before grabbing a piece.

“Well, I was thinking that I could take you for a date! If you wanted to, that is…”

“Great! I can pick you up after your class tomorrow? Just make sure you dress warm!” he says with a grin.

“You already have a plan? What is it? Tell me~?” you ask, pouting a little bit.

“Nope, it’s a secret!” he laughs, smiling brightly. “You have to wait until tomorrow to know!”

Right on cue as class ended, your phone vibrated. Checking it, you noticed a text from Jackson saying he was outside the building.

You all but run out of the classroom down to the parking lot, finding him standing outside grinning.

“Will you tell me what we are doing now?” you ask, giving him your puppy dog eyes.

“That sounds wonderful!” you tell him.

“Great!” he says, starting to drive. “You’ll love it! I go here quite often, and it’s very pretty. I’ve seen some deer and some really neat birds before there.”

“Oh, really? Do you know what kinds of birds?” you ask, curious.

“Well, I’m not sure since they’re not the same as back home, but definitely some owls! I went out later than I should have been that time. And I don’t know if it was a falcon, eagle, or hawk. But those too.”