Breaking And Entering (6) - Mikhail

Breaking and Entering (6) - Mikhail

Status: Ongoing Series

Chapter number: 6 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 1,081

Word count for Story: 12,192

Genre: Werewolf

There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter has some mentions of blood and injury.

BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST

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To say that Sasha was excited to hear that Borya felt our mate was near would be an understatement, but that would mean Mitch’s reaction would be like I just announced I won the lottery.  

I was thrilled to have these two knuckleheads as best friends and my counsel.

Exiting the elevator from my father’s office, I am hit with the scent of blood and healing balm. We all stop in our tracks, looking around us. We don’t notice anything with the staff nearby when Mitch suddenly starts towards a girl in a dark hoodie.

Wait… did he just call her Lov... Lovren? 

He knows her, the interesting student I saw this morning. 

Getting closer to her, the smell of blood becomes mixed with anxiety and fear. Looking at this strange girl, I push my Alpha aura out in small waves, trying to calm her down, but it isn’t working.

Did you see her face? Mitch mind links Aliaksandr and myself. 

Who is she? Why is she fearful? Why is she bleeding? My gaze turns from Mich to her, and our eyes lock briefly.

They are beautiful. 

They are two different colors: one is like the brown of dampened wood, and the other is green, like an emerald. 

Wow! What happened? Asks Aliaksandr, his face filled with shock and confusion. 

I know her for the first question. I don’t know about the second two, and we should have been notified if someone was attacked on campus. Mitch mindlinks us, now annoyed by the failure of reports. 

She breaks eye contact with me, glancing at Mitch and muttering something that sounds like a version of “none of your business.” 

Then she quickly leaves, her movements oozing anxiety, pain, and fear. 

My mouth drops open at the notion that my aura did nothing, and she left without being dismissed by one of us. 

Does she not understand who we are? 

Feeling Borya becoming more restless, I focused on him momentarily, trying to calm him down.

There are better times to be antsy or demanding Borya. She is scared of one or all of us. That or something happened, and she fears what will happen next. 

     I know that, but she did not react like a pack member or a human. Our Alpha aura did nothing to her. She still locked eyes with us. Follow her. Find out who she is, Mikhail.

“Why did she run off? Does she think we are blind?” asks Aliaksandr.

“No, I don’t think that is it. She is the foster kid Gamma Jon, and his mate Rachel took in last spring. She always seems to keep to herself and is an odd duck, but Gamma Jon says there is something special about her,” Mitch explains.

“Wait, she is the foster kid that Papa approved of?” I say, pointing at the stairs where she ran off. 

Small flashes of memory race barreling through my mind: her standing in the lobby with the bandage on, her figure walking on campus in the morning, her sitting in a chair in the library, lost in a book during the summer, and her wandering through town in the middle of the night.

Why did I never realize that she was the foster kid?

*Ring*

“Hey, Miky. It’s time for class. Let's go before we are late,”  Aliaksandr pats me on the shoulder. 

Walking out of the lobby, I glance towards the fourth floor, where she would stay during the summer. What is it about her that pulls Borya’s attention? 

Shaking my head, I put the girl with the hoodie in the back of my mind. It’s time to focus on high school.

Walking around campus, I listen to the two talk about different buildings, students, teachers, and hang-out areas. Every time we pass, a pack member takes a knee out of respect for my position. 

My father makes it sound like I have never been out of the house, but I have seen everyone on pack runs, meetings, and celebrations. They all know who I am when they see me coming; if they don’t, they can feel me coming. 

While it is excellent that they respect me and my position, this will get old quickly.  It will also attract a lot of attention and cause discomfort for the humans in the school. 

After part of the day has gone by, some students who see me often throughout the day are getting annoyed with having to drop down every time they see me. 

I will have to talk with Papa about this. They could do it when they see me for the first time in a day, or maybe not during school hours.

The end of school brings a different feeling to the pack. 

Everyone has bigger smiles, laughter, and lightheartedness because it's time to go home, head to their sports team practice, or train. Even Mitch and Aliaksandr goof around and flirt with the girls. 

Oh well, Mitch is flirting with his mate Selena. It is great to see that Mitch is moonmatched with another wolf. Several others have found their moonmates, wolf and human, over the summer. 

I always thought it was funny that the human moonmates are guided by the Goddess to our little town for one reason or another. Being the next Alpha and without a moonmate, I worry that I will have to start traveling to other clans to find my moonmate. 

There is that smell again, blood and healing balm. Following the scent, my eyes narrow on the hooded girl crossing the quad, seemingly oblivious to anyone around her.

No, wait… everyone else seems not to notice her.

How can you not notice her? 

Though the blood was stale and the healing balm most likely absorbed by now, I could still smell it like she was beside me. Her pace slows down slightly while I keep watching her. 

She is tall, curvy, and different from all the other humans and packmates. She stands out but in an unexpected way. She seems to look worried now. 

What is with this girl? 

Fear, pain, anxiety, and now worry, does she have a positive emotion in her?

Oh! 

She is looking right at me, stopped in her tracks, and locked eyes with me again for the second time today. 

How can she do that without any show of concern? Even humans have a hard time looking me in the eyes.

Wait.. why is she furrowing her brow?

What did I do?

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“Are you serious? You agreed to be our playmate?” Soekjin inquires, stepping up next to Yoongi.

Standing up, you look at the two hybrids with a smile. “Yes,” you say, glancing over at Namjoon and Jungkook. “I may not be a normal playmate, and this may not be a normal situation, but I am willing to try to make it work.”

At your words, the pack erupts into exclamations of joy, shock, and happiness. The room is flooded with happy scents and a warm abundance of vanilla. 

Their reactions also make you smile, which only becomes wider when you become a Yoongi and Jungkook sandwich. Soon follows Seokjin, then Taehyung and Hoseok, and lastly comes Jimin and Namjoon. You have fully been engulfed in a pack pile. 

While it is all good and dandy, they won’t let go. Logically, you understand that they are just finding a way to claim you as their playmate and temporary pack member. The attention is a little unnerving. 

“Well, this is an endearing sight to see, Bangtan. I won’t disrupt too much. I just wanted to let you all know that I have sent over the signed contract. Miss Y/n only needs to attend a health screening appointment and clear her office desk by the end of the week. Everything should be good,” Manager Sejin says from the hallway. 

“I will let myself out. Remember you have a schedule tomorrow which Yoongi is excused from to assist her, but the rest of you need sleep. It's getting late.”

With that, you find yourself still in the middle of a very warm cluster of hybrid men. As thrilled as most Army would be, it is too much too soon for you.

“Umm, guys. Can we maybe take a step back?” you ask the group, resulting in unpleasant grumbles all around. 

“No, like, really. I need air, or space, or breathing room.” with still no response, you raise your voice, “I need out!” 

You are now batting and pushing for freedom while raising your voice, breaking the boys out of whatever headspace they had gone into. The boys move to sit or stand around the living room, now feeling mildly awkward as you are feeling disgruntled and overwhelmed. 

Once you can wiggle out of them, move to the farthest corner near the backyard doors, take a few breaths, and let the warm vanilla scent settle you. 

Man, you need to find out what kind of cleaner or candle they use.

The boys look at each other and have silent conversations with their eyes and hands about what should happen next since they realize they have overstepped yet again. 

At this most inopportune time, your stomach decides to roar like a ravenous dragon. Looking at your phone, you realize you ate last at the lunch meeting with Manager Sejin.

“It seems that my promise to keep you eating well and happy starts right away,” Seokjin says with a slight chuckle as he walks up next to you.

He hands you his phone with the Doordash app open. “Here you go, dear. Dinner is on me. Pick any place you like and order whatever you want. I think the rest of us should go unpack enough to sleep.”

The boys nod and murmur in agreement, moving to their rooms. Namjoon mentions something about no seafood, and Taehyung asks for nothing spicy.

“Oh… Thank you, Mr. Kim,” you smile while looking through the app, only to stop when a hand is placed on your arm.

“You are with us now. Please use our names or even nicknames. I hope you feel comfortable and allow us to use yours as well,” Seokjin mentions before heading upstairs.

“Names or nicknames. Got it – Jin.”

Before going down the hall, he smiles at you one last time, “When you are done ordering for everyone, just send it out.”

After giving him a thumbs up, you murmur to yourself, “Order for everyone… no, what was it again? Oy… I hardly know what I want most of the time, much less for seven Korean men.

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LIGHTS OFF? — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader (afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: slight dom!jisung, insecured reader, mentions of stretch marks and cellulite, slight nipple play, thigh slapping, protected sex, dirty talk, body worship a/n: i hope someone recognizes the "i love you" speech

the footsteps across the room were rapid. you were both in a hurry - craving to get on the bed. his greedy kisses were making your skin tingle as he was mumbling something about how hot you were, spreading saliva over your lips. you were on fire, ready to give that man the best sex of his life. he pulled away and began to leave wet kisses on your neck, pushing you closer and closer to the bed. his hands were not leaving your waist, and the control that he had over your body was making you weak in your legs. you took a couple of steps back, obeying, and plopped down on the sheets, not realizing that the bed was already close. jisung fell after you, more like - on you, by inertia and squeaked plaintively when your foreheads bumped. 

”please, let's turn on the light?” he whispered next to your ear, still moaning in pain.

“no.” you huffed, pushing him off you.

“baby-” he started, but you interrupted him, raising your voice a little.

“ji, i already explained! i don’t want to.”

“why?” he laid on his back, rubbing his bruised forehead. 

it was clear from his tone that he was irritated, and horny mood was long gone.

you sat up on the bed, mumbling in response: “i don’t feel comfortable being naked in front of you with lights on.”

the tension started to build up and you didn’t want to go on with this conversation. 

jisung, also known as your boyfriend, had been trying to have “normal” sex with you for months. that’s how he called it - “normal”. you had been saying that it just turns you on more if you don’t see him. but in reality you just hadn’t had the courage to explain the real reason. 

stretch marks, cellulite, the look of your vagina - you name it. there wasn't a time when you weren't insecure about your body. and it didn't matter how many love poems jisung wrote about you - you couldn't change your mind about yourself.

“w-what?!” jisung almost yelled in disbelief, trying to catch your hand in complete darkness. he went silent for a second, trying to choose the words, but then continued with the most husky voice you’ve ever heard. “i love you… i love you so much. i love you immensely. i love you endlessly. i love you completely. i love you so much. i really love you. i love you the most. i love you the most in the world. i completely, madly love you.”

he sounded like he was reading a poem to you, but it was just his way of expressing love.

“baby, you are the prettiest woman i know. i love you. i love every inch of you body and i genuinely would love to see it. you are perfect.”

even after he finished talking you didn’t say anything, making him more worried; until your quiet sobbing reached his ears.

“w-why are you crying?” he sat impossibly closer to you, finally finding your hand and interlocking your fingers. 

“cause you just said that i’m “perfect” and i’m “pretty”… but i’m none of those things.” your tears kept running down your cheeks.

“but you are perfect for me.” jisung objected. “fuck, i wish i could see your face now. i wanna kiss you so bad.”

“not when i’m swollen and ugly.” you sniffled loudly.

“you’re cute.” your boyfriend giggled, and you felt him inching closer to your face. “come here.”

and there you were kissing again. a mixture of saliva and your salty tears was spreading between your mouths. but even that didn't stop jisung. the kiss just got more steamy with him getting on top of you and pressing your whole body into the mattress. you just moaned softly under him, already feeling his cock throbbing in his pants. 

“did you just get hard because of me crying?” you teased, making your way to his crotch with your hand.

“maybe i did.” jisung replied, smiling into the kiss. what a pervert.

as you were about to get into his pants, he suddenly got off you, taking all the heat with him. a second later you heard him from across the room, unzipping the pocket of his bag. 

"so, can i turn on the light?" he asked carefully, not wanting to put any more pressure on you. 

"okay..." you agreed. “but don’t laugh at me…”

the light came on as soon as you finished the second sentence, so the first thing you saw was the astonished expression on jisung’s face. you giggled unintentionally.

“babe, why would i ever laugh at you?” he approached immediately, cupping your cheeks. “don’t be ridiculous.”

you sighed at him, feeling your face burn. the anxiety was still craving inside you, not allowing you to let go completely. it was a fact that jisung was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had. you trusted him in everything and it wasn't a coincidence that you trusted him to help you overcome your greatest insecurity.

“let me take care of you, baby.” he left a quick kiss on your forehead before moving you on his lap. 

now you could see yourself in the big wardrobe mirror. 

“just trust me.” he added, seeing your bewildered expression. "be a good girl and let me do my thing, ‘kay?"

the smirk on his face was saying it all. he was trying to keep his cool and tone down his excitement so as not to make you uncomfortable, but his slippery moves were giving it away. you giggled when he struggled to take off your shirt and unbutton your bra. he was so cute when nervous. 

the reveal of your breasts made him swallow as if he was seeing them for the first time. he stared at you in the mirror, and then shamelessly grabbed your breasts and pinched your nipples, just to tease you a little. 

but instead of getting wet, you were avoiding the mirror.

“look at yourself. you are stunning.” jisung played with the ends of your hair and inhaled the scent of your shampoo as his hand caressed your hips, kneading your inner thighs. “i know you feel how hard i am already. it’s all due to you…”

he didn’t lie. his hard-on had been poking your lower back this whole time. his lips left a trail of wet kisses on your shoulder, while his hands slowly took off your panties. 

his hands started gripping hard on your flesh. you could feel the coldness of his rings, a great contrast to your flaming skin. 

“i said - look at yourself.” his hand took your chin and turned sharply towards the mirror.

the way he did that made you weak in your legs. you loved the dominating side of him, when he took everything in his hands just to get what he wanted from you. and you let him do it every time.

sometimes he would act this way just to tease you or make you wet in seconds. that’s what he was doing now, you guessed. he hoped this way you would overcome shyness faster. 

to emphasize the command, he shifted you body closer to his chest to hold you more effectively. you held your breath as he did, relishing the way he took control over your body.

it was weird to see yourself completely naked in front of the mirror. you saw your body on a daily basis, but never for so long. now in order to see him, you had to look at yourself too. 

jisung ran his fingers over your stretch marks, while still holding your chin with the other hand. “are you feeling okay?”

you nodded.

“can i continue?” he smiled softly at you, bringing his fingers closer to your core, and you nodded again.

the feeling of his bare chest from behind was comforting. it was still your jisung, the same jisung you were in love with. 

“will you watch yourself with me?” the hand on your thigh skimmed higher, avoiding the place you needed him the most. 

“mhm-” you whimpered, having to hold back from bucking up to meet his fingers. you knew he would punish you for independence.

“can’t hear you, darling.” jisung smiled cheekily. 

“i will watch myself with you…” you gazed up at him through your lashes. 

the eye contact you had in the mirror was forming sparkles. jisung was shamelessly staring at your body, while you could only see a part of his face and arms.

satisfied, he smirked down at you and placed his hands closer to you wet folds. you whined as you felt the smooth pads of his fingers circle your clit a few times. but then he went back to massaging your inner thigh, making you let out a sigh of disappointment. even if it looked like jisung was enjoying teasing you, denying you of his touches, deep inside he was extremely proud of the progress you made so far. you could feel his smirk against your shoulder and his breath tickling your neck. he kept looking at you in the mirror, making sure you were still watching.

“can’t believe i can finally see your pretty face when you moan.” he whispered in your ear as your cheeks burned even brighter than before – whether from arousal or embarrassment.

“stop…” you closed your eyes, not being able to handle the tension. 

the slap on your thigh was so sudden it made you jump. 

“don’t look away.” jisung grinned, enjoying your every emotion. 

the weak gasp that escaped you was almost humiliating. and the deepened blush on your cheeks only confirmed how horny you got. 

that made him want to slap you again. now on the other thigh. 

“babe!” you yelled and moaned at the same time, feeling the slap echo in your throbbing pussy. 

“i know you enjoy it.” he bit your shoulder, earning yet another moan from you. “can’t hide that when looking all hot and bothered, baby.”

the grin on his face was annoying, but he was right - you couldn’t deny the waves of arousal you were feeling. 

another series of slaps went uncommented by you. you let him devour that moment, while he let you close your eyes as you were starting to get overwhelmed. 

“you are so cute.” jisung said as if he just did not make a complete mess on your thighs. your skin was burning, and every time his hands were caressing it, you couldn't help but hiss. but even like that, you enjoyed the pain. 

your lips parted in a gasp as you felt jisung slide his underwear behind you in one motion. his hard-on was now even more prominent, poking your lower back and leaving a wet circle on the skin. you swallowed audibly, feeling the heat between your legs turn into unbearable.

without warning, he lifted you and placed face first on the bed. your wet pussy was on full display now, and you could hear jisung puff proudly. but you didn’t have any will or courage to move, so you just stayed in that position, feeling the cold air on your folds.

you heard the rustle of the package from behind and slightly twirled your ass, making it clear that you were already impatient. 

“just a second, baby.”

jisung stepped closer and ran his finger along your slit. 

“you're already all wet…” he did not hide his amazement. 

then you felt the thick head of his cock running over your pussy, collecting your arousal with the tip.

to his delight, a muffled whine slipped out of you. your breath hitched, and you arched harder with more vigor.

“want some of it, baby?” the cockiness in his voice was apparent.

“please?”

you felt a new wave of arousal wash over you as he bottomed out. the amount of wetness your pussy produced was indeed enough for him to not use a lube. the filthy slapping sounds of his balls against your ass began to echo against the walls.

with each rock of his hips, your cute, tiny moans grew louder and louder, urging him to keep going. you gasped loudly when the tip of his cock hit at a different angle as he moved one of your legs up. and the added burst of his fingers stimulating your clit made your eyes roll.

jisung adjusted the grip on your waist, before turning you around once again. now you were facing him, and honestly, you liked this position much better. he took his time sliding his dick in again, feeling every inch of your heat, slow enough for you to let out an expressive moan.

“i love seeing your face.” he commented breathlessly. “you can’t even imagine how pretty you are.”

this time you didn’t avoid his gaze and just smiled, replying with a shy: “i love you.”

jisung couldn’t handle the intimacy of the moment, despite being quite literally inside of you, so he kissed you instead, running his tongue along your bottom lip. he moaned as your tongue entered his mouth, and bucked harder into you. 

“fuck- you are the most beautiful woman i know.” he muffled breathlessly against your lips, a layer of sweat already forming on his forehead. 

your heart skipped a beat at his words, but you couldn't focus on his words for long, because his dick kept devouring you. 

jisung’s thrusts became almost frantic, a small groan got muffled in the crook of your neck. 

“i’m so close-” you panted, feeling his body tense up above you. his broad chest was rising and falling heavily, eyes focused on giving you the pleasure that he forgot to look at you while he could.

it took all of your force to flip him over. he didn’t realize what you were trying to do at first, until you said quiet: “let me ride you, so you can see me.”

the look that you received from him was worth it. he was pleased, touched, even almost crying out of sincerity. 

you smiled fondly at him and took a firm grip of his dick. 

jisung breathed out loudly. “you gotta be quick with that, babe, or else i’m gonna cum.”

“really?” you giggled.

“baby, seeing your bare tits is enough to get me hard. what do you think?” he replied in the most unhinged way.

the climax was starting to build up just from his words. you couldn’t play with him anymore, no matter how much you wanted to. 

his cock slid inside you with ease, and you both grunted. you core clenched involuntarily around his length and he hissed, trying his best to postpone the orgasm. you were more delighted than anything to see his body too. 

jisung was gorgeous, lying beneath you, eyes latching on every inch of your body. his broad chest was heaving repeatedly with the birthmark above his right nipple, honey skin glistening with sweat and messy bangs smeared all over his forehead. he blinked several times to clear his clouded gaze, his face slowly filling with frustration.

“baby? ride me?”

your satisfaction increased as he pouted. 

“sorry, got distracted by your beauty.” you winked, and jisung cursed under his breath, turning away. you giggled. 

that was your relationship described in one scene – he was saying compliments to you, making you blush; and then you were returning the same energy, enjoying his flushed cheeks.

even with the way your words made his skin burn, you couldn’t keep waiting any longer. your pussy was craving for his dick.

before jisung had the chance to scold you again, you began riding him. the sound of slapping skin returned, but jisung got distracted by something more appealing – your boobs. they were bouncing like crazy, making him almost hypnotized by the movements. your bare body was the best reward he could get. 

his cock was twitching inside you as he watched you with big eyes. pleased with his reaction, you began increasing the speed of your bounces. jisung tensed in anticipation, gripping hard on your body. a shy cry escaped him.

all that edging and teasing finally brought you to your high. you let out a shaky moan as you kept the steady pace, and orgasm washed over you. 

“s-so good-” jisung gasped, not taking his eyes off your bouncing tits. he was cumming too.

his hips bucked upwards to meet your pussy as he let out a choked sob. you felt your core clench around his twitching length for the last time, after that you fell on the sheets next to him. 

jisung was still panting but tucked you closer to him with his hands wrapped around your body.

“i love you.” he hummed.

“i love you too.” you looked up at him, seeing him already dozing off.

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They say it only takes one bite for a vampire to get addicted.

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