Cream & Sugar 06 (M) | JJK

Cream & Sugar 06 (M) | JJK

SUMMARY: Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

RATING: Explicit fam. 21+

PAIRINGS: Jungkook/Reader

GENRE: Smut, Humor, Escort AU, Barista AU, Enemies to Lovers, Asshole!Jungkook (a la Talk. but different AU entirely.)

WARNINGS: whew. okay. phone sex. lots of sloppy kissing, an eggplant, oral (m receiving), oral (female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, rude ass nicknames, EXTREME SOFTNESS, protected sex, more protected sex. swearing. it’s unbelievably soft. 

WORD COUNT: 10,716

A/N: okay so listen. I am extremely emotionally attached to this fic. Finishing it has me in tears. I love these characters so much, I’m so sad it’s ending. BUT it is. The story is complete. I hope you like this ending, I hope it satisfies you. Please don’t be afraid to drop me an anon if you have screaming to do when you’re finished. I appreciate each and every one of you. Also Ryn said, “your asshole jungkook, is softer than your softest lovemaking tae smut” and I’m heckin thrilled about that. REEEEEEEE let’s get this bread. {posted 10/5/19 and it’s mine.}

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the lionheart’s oath; m

⤷  “There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir.

Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.”

✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Knight!AU and Princess!AU

✓ Filed under: angst, fluff, smut, fantasy

✓ Look out for: violence, death

✓ Words: 36, 772

Author’s Note: Recommended song [x] | The poem she reads is this one: [x]  | MAP OF REPHYC | I decided to join the two parts, and now the monster is back together. I’m sorry in advance for this.

“And while we’re in our laughing, weeping fit,

Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.

But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,

My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.”

— William Butler Yeats

The amber-bathed trees stood out against the turquoise sky, its leaves patiently dancing to the sound of the cool autumn breeze. As the night slowly approached in the skyline, the passing clouds were tinged in coral and lavender; gracefully reflecting its luminescence onto the sea. The everlasting waters were surprisingly calm that day, kindly embracing the sand before leaving the coast behind; the soft sound of the waves turning into a peaceful melody to the ears of lonely sailors.

For a traveler, the sight of those immaculate lands could be considered a mystical landscape, for the simple way they so ethereally combined: a perfect harmony only nature could achieve, waltzing to form the beautiful kingdom of Ceres. If such adventurer were to walk beyond the docks and into the village, there might be a chance to catch its residents as they ever so gradually retrieved back to their homes, candles lighting up as the star-encrusted darkness covered the place with delicacy. Exploring beyond the humble residencies, a street market would welcome the visitor with open arms, its quietness contrasting with the usual effervescent buzz that filled the crowded streets; and, at last, the chapel awaited right besides the beige library, its doors always open for late visitors.

Still, the true focus would reside on top of a hill: a monochromatic construction that stood out in the midst of an ocean of trees — the castle. From the lower of servants to the highest of monarchy, the ones living inside of it would be deeply asleep by the time a special door opened with a faint creek. Inside the now empty chambers, the clear curtains swinged in the wind, bringing along the vague smell of the sea; a pleasant scent that would not reach the Princess’ senses, for she was long gone.

Your rushed footsteps did not make a sound against the marble staircase, your cloak-covered body no more than a silhouette in a gargantuan cosmos wrapped in ebony. The pearly tone of the moon passed through the massive, dusty window behind you, dripping over the unoccupied Great Halls of the castle in the form of a phantasmagorical light.

However, you could not pay attention to any of those factors — you were late.

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To love, to protect, to claim |💕|✖|🍑|

Pairing: Alpha!Jimin x F!Beta!Reader

Genre: a/b/o!au, wolf!au, friends to lovers, fluff, smut-ish, angst with a happy ending

Warnings: swearing, mentions of smut, slight insecurities

Word count: 5621

Summary: You’ve loved him for so long, you don’t even remember when you stopped hoping for him to want you back. Maybe it’s time for him to prove you wrong.

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“You would make the perfect luna.”

Looking up from where you’re watching Jimin playfully tug at a loose threat attached to your shorts, you raise an eyebrow at him in amusement. As always, the alpha seems to be even more at ease in your own home than you are, his usually assertive gaze just the slightest bit drowsy from the nap he had taken earlier and body thoroughly relaxed.

You really don’t know why he chooses to spend most of his free time at your place in particular when his room alone is bigger than your whole living space, but it’s not like you mind including him in your daily routine, so someday you just came to the silent agreement that your door is always open for him to walk in and out whenever he pleases.

When the male continues to stare up at you with curious eyes, waiting for some kind of reaction, you shrug half-heartedly and tap his nose with your index finger to give yourself more time to think. He scrunches his face cutely at the action and your lips pull into a fond smile in return.

Admittedly, his words caught you off guard. How your initial conversation about the last pack meeting even managed to convert to him calling you luna material is beyond you and you’re not sure if you’re emotionally ready for whatever direction this is starting to turn into. One moment you were discussing the next hunting party and suddenly he’s ranting to you about how his second in command is nagging him about finding a mate.

Having been at his side for more than half your life, it’s obviously not the first time you talked about it, yet it manages to dampen your mood every time without fail. Still, you’re doing your best to not react when he mentions other females in front of you, only casually throwing in your opinion on what you think would be best for the pack when he asks you to. You’ve already come to terms with the fact that your feelings for him are one-sided and that you aren’t the one he’s going to choose.

Well, at least that’s what you’re trying to tell yourself everytime the topic comes up.

“You think so?” is all you can bring yourself to mumble out, tone carefully neutral. Jimin hums easily in response, as if he doesn’t even have to consider his answer.

“You’re smart, strong and perfectly in sync with the pack’s needs. You think I don’t see how everyone comes to you for advise or when they’re stressed out? Your presence soothes them. Aside from a capable leader, there’s nothing more important to a pack’s survival than a luna who has everyone’s hearts and trust.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you give your own hum in reply and shuffle against the back of your couch to ignore the way your heart misses a beat or two at his praise.

The hand that comes up to touch your face out of nowhere startles you out of your thoughts and when you look back down, Jimin’s eyes are already on you. His thumb softly wanders along your jawline, slightly tilting your head.

“You’re also extremely beautiful,” he adds with a breathy whisper, like he’s in awe. As if he hasn’t seen your face a million times before.

You can’t help the snort of surprise that comes out at his compliment and when Jimin cranes his neck to get a better view of your expression from where his head is positioned on your lap, you inadvertently turn your attention away from him out of embarrassment.

Aside from not knowing how to react to all the praise he’s showering you with, you also don’t want him to notice the blush that most definitely colors your face, if your warming cheeks are anything to go by. You silently curse yourself for not being able to control the rapid beating of your heart, every time he looks at you like that. Like he couldn’t take his eyes off you, even if he tried.

As if he knows you’ve already written off his words as empty flattery, he suddenly shifts his body until he’s half on top of you, his hands flat against the couch on either side of your thighs, caging you in. With one cheek pressed against your shoulder as he accommodates to his new position, he gives you a pointed look.

“I’m serious.”

The alpha in front of you lets out a good-natured huff at the playful roll of your eyes, but refuses to move even as you subtly push against his chest to get him to back off. Instead, he leans in further to brush his nose over your scent gland, making you shiver involuntarily. “None of the other wolves I’ve met so far ever came close to compete with you.”

Jimin doesn’t stop you when you reach out one arm to run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to distract yourself, not sure how to respond. It’s already painful enough to remind yourself that he isn’t interested in you romantically without him giving you false hope and the way he holds onto you like he doesn’t have important duties to go back to sooner rather than later is definitely not helping either.

Thankfully, he doesn’t press you for an answer and only sighs happily to let you know he enjoys your touch. Both of you sit in comfortable silence as you let him cuddle you closer, body relaxing against your smaller frame and face buried in the crook of your neck. Slightly pulling down the collar of your sweater to have better access to your warm skin, the older wolf inhales deeply, a pleased hum rumbling low in his chest and your breath hitches at the sound, no doubt catching his attention.

He’s told you before that he likes your scent specifically, despite having to get so close to you to actually get a good whiff of it.

It’s not that your scent is weaker than others’ per se, but while alphas and omegas smell more alluring or prominent by default due to their natural roles within the pack hierarchy, yours is more neutral and less provocative, and therefore harder to fully catch from a distance.

The way Jimin exhales against your skin with a small grunt sounds almost frustrated now and you wonder if he’s pouting into your neck, but when you start to lean back to check on him, he growls in warning and pushes your hips down to keep you from moving.

“Don’t.”

Shocked at his uncharacteristic display of possessiveness, your body immediately becomes pliant beneath him and you barely manage to suppress the whine that’s threatening to spill from your lips as his grip on you tightens in response, your instincts telling you to submit to the stronger wolf pinning you down. It’s pitiful, really, how eager you are to please him while you’re not even sure what triggered his reaction in the first place.

Maybe his rut is coming up soon. Although it’s unlikely, considering you can’t sense any changes in his scent. Plus he’s never asked you to help him out during his cycle before, always preferring one of the many unmated omegas living outside the main camp. And even though you can’t deny that it hurts to see him choose another pack member over you time and time again while you’re right there, it’s not really surprising. Being the head alpha, he can have his pick out of many.

Compared to all the available females in your territory, you’re nothing special. If you hadn’t been raised side by side since your early childhood, he probably wouldn’t even spare you a second glance. Or maybe your friendship is the reason he doesn’t see you as a potential partner in the first place. Maybe he simply can’t bring himself to pursue you because he’s known you for too long.

But you wish he would.

Even if just once, you wish he would acknowledge your desperate pining, no matter how skilled you are at pretending to be unaffected by his presence. On some days, the thought of him with someone else physically hurts to the point where you can’t even bring yourself to meet his eyes out of shame.

And now that he finally has you underneath him, canines carefully prodding at your collarbone while you absentmindedly play with his soft locks between your fingers, you can’t bring yourself to ask what’s gotten into him. Not when he’s pushing up the hem of your sweater to trace the bare skin of your waist with both hands, your name falling from his lips in a low murmur.

With a shuddering breath you close your eyes and let your head fall back to expose your neck further, hesitant and confused about his behavior, but more than willing to let him do whatever he wants with you.

Strangely enough, something about your act of submission seems to snap him out of whatever daze he was in. Slowly, he detaches his mouth from you and nuzzles his forehead against your shoulder as if attempting to soothe you. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, when he suddenly lets out a defeated sigh, his voice still low, yet a lot softer than earlier.

“It sucks that you’re a beta.”

Instantly, your eyes snap wide open. There’s something about the implication behind his words that doesn’t sit right with you and your stomach starts to churn unpleasantly as you wait for him to say something else. He can’t possibly mean what your anxiety is pushing you to read into it. Not him, not Jimin, not your alpha.

Your hand has long since stopped stroking Jimin’s hair and you let it fall back to your side to dig it into the cushions, nearly ripping the material with how tight you hold onto it.

Grumbling at the loss of contact, he nudges your chin with his nose affectionately before laying back down to mold himself against you, basking in your warmth.

“Things would be so much easier if you had presented as an omega.” The words are slightly muffled from the way he hides his face in your sweater and the whine in his voice would be cute, if you could acknowledge it over the deafening sound of your heart shattering into a million pieces as the realization hits you like a punch to the face.

If you had presented as an omega.

“Maybe you would have wanted me then,” he adds so quietly you don’t even register what he said over the blood rushing in your ears, before he moves again to look up at you through unreadable eyes, chin resting on your stomach. “I would have asked for your permission to claim you right after your first official shift, you probably would have said yes and we’d be raising a whole litter of pups already. Gosh, just thinking about it… they’d be so pretty.”

You watch apathetically as he carefully shifts to one side until he’s back in a similar position as before, laying on top of you with his head nuzzled against your inner thigh.

“Instead, you’re stuck with your position as delta until you find someone you’re compatible with and I’ll have to start looking for a suitable mate in other territories. It’s such a waste.”

Someone you’re compatible with. A suitable mate. Not you. An omega. Not a waste like you.

He reaches out to take your free hand in his like it’s second nature to him, and maybe it is. He has held your hand countless times in the past, his touch always managing to put you at ease, making you feel valued, protected, loved.

But when he starts to absentmindedly play with your fingers, completely unaware of the sorrow slowly beginning to rip you apart from the inside, all you want to do is curl away from him like he burned you. You feel numb and hollow and sick all at once. Your skin grows ice cold as you think back to all the times you let yourself think that maybe, just maybe, Jimin would someday love you back. Stupid. You’re fucking stupid.

The drastic shift in your emotions must have finally caught up with your scent, because Jimin suddenly stills against you, head shooting up in alarm to look at you with wide eyes. Using the opportunity to slowly pull away from him while he searches your face for an explanation, you fight the useless urge to run and hide, body instead pressing into the back of the couch behind you to make yourself as small as possible.

You can see it in his gaze the exact moment he realizes what’s going on. It’s a strange mixture of shock, regret and something else that you can’t quite place. Softly shaking your head as he opens his mouth to say something, you mindlessly look around the room as if it would help you find the best way to escape from this whole situation. You don’t want to hear what he has to say. You don’t want him to comfort you and say that he’s sorry for not rejecting you more politely. You just want to be left alone.

“Hey… no, I… that’s not what I meant. You don’t-”

Your brain shuts down the second the alpha tries to touch you. Body acting solely on instinct, you slap his hands away and jump to your feet with a warning growl that sounds more hurt than threatening, even to your own ears. Teeth bared, you glare at him through glowing eyes.

“Why are you still here, then? Go and secure our pack’s future, instead of wasting your time with someone like me.”

The venom coloring your voice sounds in total contrast to the distress heavily souring your scent to the point it’s almost unrecognizable. Jimin has never seen you so upset before.

Visibly doing his best to ignore the blatant disrespect of your actions in favor of letting you express your anger, the alpha simply shakes his head at your words, his own voice calm but firm when he eventually decides on what to say.

“That’s not fair. Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you so on edge all of a sudden? You know I wasn’t trying to belittle you.”

He’s lying. He didn’t have any reason to say it if he didn’t mean it.

With an agitated huff, you take a provocative step forward instead of giving him an answer, stance bordering on challenging. You wouldn’t actually attack him, not even if you had just the slightest chance of winning. But with your back facing a wall and the other wolf in front of you, you suddenly feel like a trapped animal backed into a corner.

Unease and exasperation burn the inside of your throat like acid when you realize there’s no way Jimin will let you out of his sight anytime soon. And you’d rather let him kill you than submit to him right now.

Ignoring the predatory growl you receive in return to your defiance, you narrow your eyes at him.

“How else am I supposed to take it when you tell me it ‘sucks I’m a beta’, right after explaining how I would be your first choice, if I hadn’t been born with the wrong subgender? Because to me, it sounded like an abstract of all the various reasons as to why I’m worth less than some random omega bitch you fuck in your free time.”

There’s a certain edge to your voice as you repeat his hurtful words. It’s raw and painfully vulnerable, causing the man in front of you to restlessly shift his weight from one leg to the other, his instincts probably telling him to comfort his distressed pack member, while your body language is warning him to keep his distance.

“It might come as a shock to you, but I’m actually comfortable in my skin. Presenting as a beta was never something I felt ashamed of and I never wanted to change into something else.”

Except for you. I would do anything for you.

It’s only now that you register the fact that you’re shaking, and you have to forcefully suppress the tremor in your voice to keep talking through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry an ordinary beta like me isn’t good enough to serve as breeding tool for your superior alpha genes, but you didn’t have to spell it out like that. If you wanted to hurt me, you could’ve just mauled me instead of spitting on my pride.”

Your accusation has Jimin visibly flinching back. He breathes out harshly and takes a few cautious steps towards you while you watch him intently, eyes flashing gold when he gets too close.

“No. No, you got it completely wrong! I just thought you… shit, shit, okay. I need you to calm down, y/n. Be good for me and come here, yeah?”

The snarl that rips from your throat as Jimin reaches out to pull you into his arms causes him to freeze mid-movement, surprise mixing with the worry in his dark eyes. Through your clouded mind, you silently acknowledge that you still have all your limbs, the amount of self-control the alpha displays being more than impressive.

You know you shouldn’t test his patience like this, but he’s far too close now, his familiar scent confusing your emotions more than you can handle in your state and aggression is the only way you can think of to try and keep him at a safe distance.

“As you so accurately pointed out, I’m not one of your precious omegas. I don’t need you to console me with your fucking pheromones, Jimin.”

This time, the alpha does react. Straightening to his full height, he bares his canines and slowly takes the last few steps until he’s right in front of you.

“Y/N,” he rasps right against your ear, a violent shudder wracking through your body at the threat in his tone. Immediately, you have to fight the urge to bow your head, instead forcing yourself to stand your ground. He doesn’t touch you, but the menacing growl you receive the second you try to move away is enough to freeze you in place.

“I know you’re upset with me, but I am still your alpha. Fucking act like it.”

With every single one of your senses on high alert because of the potential danger he’s posing to you, your muscles are so tense you feel like you’re going to snap any moment. Rationally, you know Jimin would never harm you. At least, not on purpose. But you aren’t the only one almost solely running on instinct now and you can’t be sure what it would take to set the alpha off.

Forcing your body to slightly relax, you let out a dejected whimper that gets stuck in the back of your throat, making it harder to breathe. You wish he would physically hurt you instead of using his status to compel you into submitting. Having to fight your wolf at the same time as being in Jimin’s overwhelming presence is pure torture.

“I think you made it quite clear that you would never consider me as anything more than good company. You didn’t come here as my alpha, you came here as my friend. And right now you’re the insensitive asshole that told me he’d prefer literally anyone else over me as long as they’re born with the only thing I can’t change about myself.”

Your voice audibly cracks at the end and you squeeze your eyes shut in humiliation. There’s no way you’ll ever be able to go back to how things were before your argument.

Mentally, you’re already planning to move in with one of your cousins living at the furthest corner of your pack’s territory. Or better, join another pack entirely. That way, you won’t have to live with his pitiful stares while you force yourself to act like he didn’t make you feel like a worthless piece of shit.

Another whimper tumbles over your lips, hands at your sides tightly clenching around nothing in the need to touch him. To pull him closer or push him away, you’re not quite sure yourself.

“I would have never dared to ask you to choose me, even if you didn’t point out how ridiculous it is for me to even wish for it. If you wanted me to take a hint, you could have simply picked your mate and I would have silently stayed by your side as your delta. You didn’t have to insult me.”

For a few seconds, it’s deadly silent, the only sounds in the room coming from your uneven breathing. Then you feel him move to gently grab your chin, warm fingers lifting your head up until you have to look at him.

“You wanted me to choose you? You want to be my mate?”

You can’t stop your eyebrows from furrowing in confusion at the strange tone of his voice, sounding almost relieved and in pain at the same time. Studying his unreadable expression with a slight tilt of your head, you hesitantly wrap your fingers around his arm holding you in place. You’re significantly calmer now, heart still pounding against your ribcage but the anger that was clouding your mind a few moments ago slowly dissipating. You’re more concerned for your alpha now than anything.

“I… That’s not the point. I always knew you don’t see me as a potential partner. Just… please go. I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt. Not after you told me how you actually feel about me.”

The words are barely out of your mouth before Jimin softly hushes you. Cradling your face in both his hands, he leans down until your foreheads touch in what you can sense is an attempt to comfort.

“Oh baby, no,” he breathes out, voice a low timber, warm and soothing and you feel yourself automatically relax in his hold. “I need you to listen to me, because I couldn’t have fucked this up more even if I tried.”

He ignores the confused noise you make in response, simply pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling you flush against his chest, arms coming around you to keep you close.

“It’s not that I don’t want you. Fuck, trust me, I want to make you mine so bad it hurts. I don’t care if you’re a beta or an omega, because you’re fucking perfect for me.”

That’s all it takes for your eyes to well up with unshed tears and you press your face into his chest to muffle a garbled cry, your hands holding onto the material of his shirt for dear life. With everything that’s happened before, you’re not sure if you believe him. It just doesn’t make sense. If he wants you, why would he-

“I thought you didn’t want me.”

What?

“What?”

Body tensing in shock, you put your hands against his firm chest and push back until you can look at him. You search his face for any sign of dishonesty, afraid that maybe he’s just trying to placate you out of feeling guilty, but his eyes don’t waver when they meet your own. With a humorless chuckle, Jimin shrugs his shoulders in reaction to your quizzical expression.

“There’s rarely any changes in your scent when I’m around, no matter how hard I try to get a reaction out of you. After a while I assumed you simply don’t see me as a potential mate. That maybe you’re more interested in omegas.”

Dumbfounded upon hearing him say that, you can only stare at him in response, face blank and head slightly shaking from side to side in disbelief. There’s no fucking way.

Not sure how to take your impassive reaction to his confession, Jimin decides to continue to explain, one hand all the while gently stroking up and down your back.

“You never really give any sign of approval to my courtship and I was afraid if I outright told you how I feel, you would either reject me or accept out of obligation to your pack alpha, not because you feel the same. I wanted you to know that the final decision will always fall to you.”

Now that gets your attention.

Blinking up at him with wide, incredulous eyes, you lick your dry lips before you finally bring yourself to answer, voice suddenly turning meek and almost bashful.

“You were courting me?”

In any other situation, the look Jimin gives you in return to your question would make you laugh out loud. However, right now you feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the mixture of bewilderment and disapproval adorning his usually soft features.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t realize,” the alpha rasps, sounding just the tiniest bit exasperated and you instantly want the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“Your favorite food I make for you every week even though I hate cooking? The amount of time I spend solely around you every time I get the chance? The way I touch you…”

His voice suddenly drops and you watch in awe as he softly cradles your face with one hand, the other reaching for your own to carefully guide it towards his chest, holding it there. “…and the way I allow you to touch me.”

You only become aware that you were subconsciously holding your breath when you feel yourself exhale shakily, gaze focused on where your palm is splayed across Jimin’s familiar chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you register that his heart is pounding at least as fast as your own, the fact strangely soothing to you.

“I was scared I was reading more into it than it actually was. I thought maybe you were just being nice because we’ve been friends for so long,” you admit quietly, causing Jimin to make a sound between a huff and a chuckle.

“Nice?” he asks, clicking his tongue.

“Nice is me holding the door for a pack member who walks behind me. Nice is me leaving the best parts of a kill to everyone else after a long hunt, because I want them to know I’m proud of their hard work.”

He suddenly grips your jaw just the slightest bit tighter and props your head back up to fix you with a hard stare, causing your own eyes to widen, pupils dilating in surprise and something akin to excitement.

“Nice is me holding back from ripping another alpha’s head off when I see one of them making a move on you.”

Leaning forward, Jimin nudges your cheek with his nose before replacing it with his lips, carefully trailing them over your soft skin. When your breath hitches in response, he lets out a content sigh against your ear.

“I don’t touch anyone else like I touch you,” the alpha whispers, his thumb grazing your bottom lip while his other hand possessively squeezes your naked thigh as if to get his point across. You jump a bit in surprise at the unexpected action, your gasp cut short by his fingers gently wrapping around your throat.

“I don’t look at anyone else like I look at you,” he practically growls, voice so gravelly it almost doesn’t sound like him anymore. Swallowing harshly against his grip, you can’t stop a pleasant shiver from running down your spine when you sense his scent spiking, subtly enticing you to give into him.

“I don’t imagine anyone else with me when I lie awake at night, trying to find relief I know only you can bring me.”

The whine that leaves your lips at his words sounds needy and weak and just the tiniest bit pathetic. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind though, as he starts to teasingly nip at the column of your neck, hands now grabbing your waist to pull you flush against him, making sure you won’t slip away.

You bare your throat in submission without hesitation, body arching into his in a silent plea and the primal snarl he lets out against your skin in response has your knees threatening to give out with how light-headed it makes you feel.

Instinctively, your hands roam his stomach up towards his firm chest in your need to feel more of him, while he takes his time alternating between small kisses and loving bites along your jaw and collarbone. You feel his muscles flex where you trail your fingertips across the thin material of his shirt, followed by a pleased hum from the alpha when you finally wrap your arms around his shoulders to bring him even closer.

His familiar scent is almost overwhelming as you press your nose against the warm skin under his jaw, flooding all your senses until the only thing you’re aware of is him.

It’s calming and exciting at the same time, putting you at ease while riling you up to the point where you can’t decide if you want to curl into him for cuddles or beg him to wreck you completely. He feels safe. He feels like home. And suddenly you can’t remember why you were ever worried about admitting your feelings to him.

You almost keen in delight when you feel Jimin’s cheek rub against yours affectionately before he moves further down to your neck to scent you properly, your stomach doing somersaults at the thought of him marking you as his own for everyone to notice.

Body thrumming in exhilaration, you have to remind yourself to breathe because of your heart beating so fast you can feel it in your throat. Scenting between the members of a pack isn’t anything special. It’s instinctual, part of survival and as your leader, Jimin has obviously scented you many times before.

But never like this. Never with the intent of having his scent cling to you for days and weeks and years to come.

Eventually, the alpha lets up from his task to look at you with a content smile. His soft hair tickles your skin as he slowly leans towards you, his hands gently cupping your face to hold you in place and you eagerly push against him in silent confirmation but he only hovers, plush lips brushing yours almost teasingly in a feather-light touch.

You make an impatient sound in the back of your throat, causing him to chuckle fondly and when you move away to give him a small pout, he nuzzles his nose against yours in an attempt to appease you. Though there’s a certain glint in his darkening gaze, that tells you he isn’t nearly as much in control of himself as he tries to make you believe.

The realization has you subconsciously rubbing your thighs together in anticipation and Jimin’s eyes flash blood red for the briefest of moments when the smell of your arousal hits his senses. With his thumbs absentmindedly tracing your jawline, he mumbles against your parted lips.

“Tell me you want me. I need to know you accept me as your mate before I do something you might regret later.”

Sighing happily, you run your fingers through his silky locks and gently tug as if to make sure you have his full attention despite his wide, vulnerable eyes never leaving yours for even a moment.

The storm of emotions in his curious gaze has your breath caught in your throat and it’s only now that you realize Jimin is just as terrified of being rejected as you were before his confession. You give him a bright smile and softly scrape your nails against the back of his neck as a silent way to comfort him, wanting to soothe every last one of his insecurities like he did for you.

“I’ve been in love with you for so long I can’t even remember when I stopped hoping for you to want me back. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me. Yours to love, yours to protect, yours to claim as your own. Please don’t make me wait any longer, alpha.”

And just like that, he’s all over you.

Lifting you up by your thighs like you weigh nothing, he pins you against the wall behind you, his lips immediately chasing yours in a desperate kiss that has you gasping into his mouth. In turn, you wrap yourself around him like he’s your lifeline, your hands tightly gripping his hair.

He lets out a guttural growl somewhere deep in his chest in response to your touch, the sound causing your whole body to flush with need. Pulse quickening to an unhealthy pace, you reflexively squeeze your legs around his hips, feeling his hardening length press right against your throbbing core.

You break away from his lips to throw your head back in pleasure and keen at the sensation, prompting Jimin to sink his teeth into the juncture of your exposed neck with a shuddering groan.

Instinctively arching into the pain, your mind goes blank and you start begging, soft pleas and wanton moans tumbling from your lips along with cries of his name. Blood running hot under his attention, you gasp and you whimper and you beg him for more until the alpha hushes you with a loving kiss, carrying you in his arms while whispering sweet nothings against your heated skin.

And when he finally presses you down into the mattress of your bed, crimson eyes flashing with both desire and the same unconditional love you feel deep inside your chest, there’s no doubt in your mind that you are right where you are supposed to be.

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Alpha!Jimin x F!Beta!Reader |💕|✖|🍑|

Author’s note:

Hey guys! Surprisingly, I’m still alive. Sorry if some of you are waiting for me to upload requests or update some of my other works, I promise I haven’t forgotten any of them!

Anyway, inspiration hit me for a second, so here’s a lil something to make up for my inconsistency in the meantime.

Hope you enjoy!💜

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To Tame a God | 01

Jeon Jeongguk is the youngest alpha his pack has ever seen, and they all trust him with their lives. One day, a strange wolf enters his territory. They know it’s not a regular wolf, because just like their own, its eyes shine with the supernatural powers from within. But it won’t shift back to its human form to reveal its intentions.

pairing: wolf!jk x reader

genre: supernatural au, wolf au, adventure, angst, fluff, later smut

word count: 8.1k

warnings: blood, minor injuries caused by fighting. girls being held captive, and mentions of death :/ also, alpha!jk deserves his own warning lmao

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© To Tame A God is copyright callistojjk 2020, all rights are reserved. This fic can not be modified, re-posted or translated without my permission.

author’s note: here’s the first part of ttag! i changed a few details from the preview! let me know what you think and send me a message/ask if you want to be added to the tag list! (don’t just reply to the post, it’s much harder to see) and as always, there’s probably mistakes and i’ll most likely go back and edit them later… (i’m sorrylol)

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He’d just returned from hunting in the woods when he heard the howling. Stopping, with his hand on the handle to his front door, he listened closely to the pattern that bounced of the tree tops. 

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Dynasty

➜ Words: 17.4k

➜ Genres: 50% Angst, 35% Smut, 15% Fluff, Historical!AU

➜ Summary: It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

➜ Notes: Inspired by the movie the Treacherous (2015)

➜ Warnings: Brief depictions of reluctant sexual intercourse, dubious consent, emphasis on impregnation, sloppy seconds, creampies, pregnancy. Reader discretion is advised.

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Note:  This stemmed from my four sentence posts that grew into something else entirely.  Just a lot of filth and smut tbh.  This is unedited and rushed, so warning for the bad smut.  

Summary:  You are honor-bound to do your duty as a princess and marry for the good of the kingdom.  Marriage, like many things in your life, is meant to serve a purpose.  But you know you should be grateful because there are far worse fates than being engaged to marry Prince Taehyung.  ~Royalty AU~

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Taehyung is the picture of etiquette and genteel charm during your maternal aunt’s harvest ball.  He dances with the appropriate family members and ladies of the court, but remembers to pay special attention to you, his wife-to-be. He maintains the proper distance during customary dances, hands finding their exact position on non-scandalous places on your body as he was taught to do from an early age.  

Ideal, the members of your court believe.  He is ideal.  You and Taehyung are the perfect match, a beautiful couple to join two kingdoms together through marital bliss.  And you don’t disagree with them for a second.  Despite only just having met the prince (whom you were contracted to marry since birth) for the first time last year, he had not faltered with sending you correspondence – a fact that sends your ladies-in-waiting into swooning fits and gossip.  

You can’t count the number of times they beg to read the letters, and each time you tell them on no uncertain terms that the letters are yours and yours alone.  They remain locked in a secret cabinet back at the castle.  So your ladies-in-waiting are left to imagine what Taehyung writes, their guesses sounding inane to your ears when they titter about romance and love at first sight.  

They don’t need to know that in every letter Taehyung writes, in perfect penmanship no less, he describes how he imagines deflowering you on your wedding night.  

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