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Kairos

☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☼ Genre: A/B/O dynamics, college au, omega!reader, Alpha!CEO!Seokjin, s2l, fluff, smut, minor angst (they’re idiots)

☼ Count: 25.6K

☼ Warnings: teasing, marking (+ a little blood), unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, minor dom/sub undertones, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow humping, dirty talk, praise kink, heat sex, seokjin is a soft alpha

☼ Summary: kairos καιρός (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

☼ a/n: So, guess who’s not dead? Sorry it took so long to get something new out, life’s been… busy. I’ve got other stuff currently in the works and I hopefully won’t take quite so long to put something else out again. Anyway let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

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When Eight Becomes Nine - First Look/ Chapter One Preview

Hi I'm alive I swear. I've just been very busy with life sadly. But I'm slowly getting back into writing when I have the chance. But! Here is a tiny bit of the first chapter of my ateez x reader fic!

Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader wc: 526 AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst Nets: @newworldnet warnings: yelling, angry Joong, tiny tiny angst, I think that's it? masterlist

“What do you mean we need another member?!” Hongjoong asked the KQ management team members in front of him.

“We’ve decided that you need something new to add to the group, and that a new member will be the best choice to attract more attention to Ateez.” One of the higher up staff members replied.

“We’ve been fine for five years, why do we need another member?” The captain asked through gritted teeth.

“Look, the decision has been made, there’s nothing more to say. You and the rest of the members will have to prepare to have a new member.” They said, a tone of finality marking the end of the conversation.

“So we’re supposed to just accept whoever the fuck you find into the group, and potentially our pack, without any say?!” Hongjoong exclaimed, fed up with the group of people in front of him at the moment. They really thought they could just spring this news on him and he’d be fine with it?

“It’s in the best interests for Ateez.” Was all that was said, as if it was a sufficient explanation in any way for the upheaval of the status quo for Ateez.

Hongjoong pushed his chair back, standing up and leaving the room quickly, trying to keep his temper under control. Who do they think they were? Ateez had done so much for this company and now they’re haphazardly adding a new member into his group. This changed everything. They’d had to readjust the choreography, the lines for every song, any of the concepts they’ve come up with now have to be adjusted. He stormed into the practice room where the rest of the pack was practicing, and a couple of them flinched at the anger emanating from their captain and pack alpha.

“Hongjoong, are you okay? What did they want to tell you?” Seonghwa asked cautiously, not wanting to anger the man further.

“They want to add a new member to our group. A new member after all this time!” Hongjoong ranted, revealing the news to the rest of the group.

The rest of the group had various reactions of shock, and more than a few were angry at this news being sprung on them. Wooyoung felt the brunt of everyone else’s reactions and curled into himself, while Seonghwa moved to try and calm down Hongjoong, knowing that it wouldn’t be productive to talk while he’s that upset. The eldest member, who was the head omega, wrapped his arms around the smaller man, pushing out a soothing and calming scent to try and get the captain of their group to calm down. It worked thankfully, and Hongjoong rested his head on the other man’s chest.

“Thank you Hwa.” He softly said to the other man, once he had gathered his emotions and had calmed down significantly. He was still upset, but not as much as he was minutes ago.

“Always.” Seonghwa replied, smiling at the alpha. He brought the pack alpha closer to the rest of the guys, and they all sat down on the floor before starting to talk about what this change means for all of them.

Taglist: @scarfac3 @smally97 @iyeeeverydee @lxsunshine @ismelllikechlorine247

@fr34k4c1dr41n @ateez-atiny380 @sapphirewaves

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Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, aggressive alpha tendencies, swearing, near-death experiences, mentions of heat and suppressants

Pairing: Nonidol!Changbin/Nonidol!Minho x Reader

Premise: Omega Primes were rare, being forced to reproduce with other Primes. You never liked the idea of mates, forced or not. A runaway Prime, with two alphas to catch their fall and open up a whole new realm of possibilities.

Author’s notes: Soooo, I'm like secretly/not so secretly obsessed with both of these men right now. When I had originally written this I had no plans to post it, but here we are. Months later with the inability to let it go. I hope you enjoy it regardless! This was definitely written purely for me and my soulmate @jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue to drool over💜

Word count: 8.8K

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“Chan when I say, hold your breath grab Felix and run. Don’t stop until you have Felix safe.” Chan nods to you, he might now know exactly what your plan was but he knew as well as you did that you both had to get Felix out of there. 

“What are you thinking y/n? We can’t leave you here.” Felix huffs, his breath getting harder to release from his lungs. Chan holds him up, arm under his shoulder keeping him close.

“I’ll be fine Lixie, I’ll catch up Yea?” You give him a reassuring smile, followed by a wink. Focus still on the hoard of Alphas that had unfortunately followed Felix on his attempt to escape.

“Y/n-“

“Now chan!”

You hear him inhale deeply before he’s holding it, grabbing Felix hand and see them dart forward. Heading towards the exit from the roof.

In an instant you release your pheromones. Inducing your own heat.

All alphas that had followed Felix up to the roof had now turned on you. Now forgetting about the preheat omega.

Releasing a ragged breath, lungs thick with hot air. It’s like you can feel every bone in your body, every inch of your skin triggered by electricity. Your clothes feel itchy against your heated flesh. 

You barely register the door reopening, this time without the receding Alpha and Omega, but in a mere blink 2 new alphas had joined the swarm. You’d roll your eyes if you could. 

Fucking Alphas.

It’s only a matter of time before one of them advances on you, in any attempt to pounce and take you. Take you as the others join in. A shiver of disgust runs down your spine. The saliva in your mouth is feeling too much now. 

You take a step back on sinking legs. Taking a distracted moment to peer behind you. 10 stories, you could make that…well uninjured wasn’t likely but at least you would be away. You’d need at least a few hours to be able to reel in your heat. Your foggy mind reminds you to stay focused on the alphas in front of you, which would normally be your most pressing issue however in your escape-deciding thoughts the two new alphas that have joined late are now directly standing in front of you. 

And they’re snarling in the direction of the swarm. That’s when your muddled senses detect it. Like freshly baked bread on a cold day, with a hint of something sweet. Aired out bed linen left outside on a warm day, something toasted dances within it. The scents fused together, getting stronger and stronger by the second.

Your eyes adjust briefly, Minho and Changbin stand off against the triggered alphas. 

“Well that’s new” You manage to mumble. As you watch them snarl and defend you. If you were in another state, you’d say you were impressed. Maybe your scent was just really repulsive to them? If you could remember, you’d ask later.

You fight through the Omega need to find an Alpha to satiate your rising hunger, pulling out all of your Prime strength you can. If there was ever a time to be thankful for being a prime it would be now. 

Even if the two could fight through the mass, too many people would be hurt.

Your spine straightens, eyes flashing to Prime, voice taken over.

“ALPHA.” Your Prime voice makes everyone halt. The alpha voice might be a terrifying weapon for alphas to use against omegas, but they had no idea what the Prime voice could be capable of. “DOWN.”

Your command is taken instantaneously, the swarm of alphas on the roof all drop to their knees. Their bodies shake with their inability to control themselves. 

“LOWER.” the voice growled from you. On their knees, hands and chest to the roof the alphas went in unisent. 

All except two alphas. They continue to stand vigilant. Which once again, if you remember you’d ask them about that.

You know you can’t hold it for long. Your body almost giving into the full heat you’ve thrown yourself into. 

Speaking of throw, without another thought you feel your control snap. Simultaneously as you throw yourself over the railing plummeting down to the concrete below. 

The last thing you hear is the voices of the two alphas above scream your name, as your feet slam into the ground.

----

“Most primes are protected. Then there’s you, inducing your own heat and then throwing herself off 10 story buildings.” Your specialist doctor chastises as he finishes taking your vitals for the day..

“You’d be bored if I was like regular primes.” You jest. He shakes his head, but doesn’t look at you. It's the same old song and dance with you two.

“If your family-”

“If my family cared, I’d have a legion of guards to protect me. But they don't, so I take care of myself.” You finish for him, he finally looks at you. Eyes pleading as always.

“A broken leg is taking care of yourself?” He gestures towards your very large cast, covering from your foot to your mid thigh.

“I didn’t say I was the best at it, did I?” You give him your best fake sincere smile.

“Fine. But could you atleast think about finding someone to bond with?” His sigh of defeat sends an itch over your skin. “I don’t care if it isn’t an omega, hell it could be an Alpha or even a Beta. But atleast that would be some form of safety net for you.”

You don’t answer. You never do. For as long as you’ve been alive you’ve been told you had to mate with another Omega Prime, keep the family line strong. But you cut ties with your family long ago and couldn’t find it within yourself to feel comfortable with the idea of a mate. 

“I worry about you.” He goes back to packing up his things, keeping his back to you. 

“I know.” It’s all you can manage.

You hear him sigh loudly again as he makes his way around the room, hesitating by the door.

“Hey doc.” You call as his hand is on the door knob. “Thanks.” 

You had a lot to thank him for. Not just this time, but continuing to look after you when you left the Prime courts. He could have easily walked away from all your ridiculous behaviour and you wouldn't have falted him for it, but he chose to push on being your doctor. Helping you in any shape and form you needed. 

“I’ll see you soon.” He smiles at you before opening it. “Hello Felix, are you feeling better?”

“Yes Doctor, a lot better. Is she awake?” You hear the fake light tone from the hallway. 

Ah shit.

“Yes she is.” You look away, you weren’t ready to apologize for what you did. You did what you thought was right. 

You listen as he enters. Shuffling as the door closes.Theres a moment of silence before he speaks.

“You said you’d catch up.” Felix sniffles from the end of your hospital bed, you look at him. 

“And I did.” You try to lighten.

“A broken leg wasn’t part of the deal.” His angry eyes bore into you. “You could have been really hurt.”

“I know, I’m sorry. But I’m alright.” You motion for him to come closer, shifting slightly to give him enough space to climb on the bed with you. When he snuggles in you feel his body relax. “Just a little sore. Nothing to worry about. I’m just glad you’re safe.” 

----

A few days in the infirmary felt like years with the amount of boredom you were in. The only highlight was Felix joining you when he had some down time. 

Another day of Felix fussing over you, running back and forth to make sure you had food and liquids and you weren’t in pain. Eventually he settled down to eat with you, your conversations turning back to that day.

“I was terrified when the Hyungs passed us on the stairs. Chan tried to yell at them not to, but it was too late.” You can see the crease between his eyebrows as he thought about it. “I really thought they’d become like the others. But now I’m so glad they were there.”

You don’t say anything, your memories coming back are fuzzy. A drowsy flash of two alphas snarling in defense, rage and protectiveness aimed at keeping you safe. 

“I knew Changbin and Minho have really good control over their instincts, but that? I really am impressed.” He chuffs, proud of his older members for keeping themselves in check. 

In a cloud you remember their backs, the muscles tight with Alpha stances on full display. But…. Had you managed to direct your Prime voice to only the lost alphas? In a normal circumstance you wouldn’t second guess it. However, inducing your own heat had made it almost impossible to differentiate one alpha from another. The musky clouds of Alphas making your stomach feel like it was made of cement, your Omega instincts could still smell the two. 

Wait, have you ever really smelled them before? It was them wasn’t it? You don’t go around smelling others for the reason that most scents are slightly nauseating. So with your Prime abilities you forced your Omega instincts down. But did that really mean you just never noticed that you completely ignored others scents?

Glancing over at felix you let out a hesitant sniff, a citrus burst with a dash of caramel. Ok, you could smell him, he smells like he always does. So why did you….

“What do Changmin and Minho smell like?” 

You watch him pause, taking in your words. He looks up at you visibly confused.

“You’ve never noticed?” There sounds like there’s something hidden in his voice, something you aren’t sure what it is.

“I guess not.” You contemplate. “I think I smelt them on the roof, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually paid attention to it before.” 

“Ah, well they have kind of off putting pheromones.” Felix gently tries to explain. 

“Off putting?” That does shock you. What you smelt on the roof was nothing like that.

“Yea, um.” An awkward cough escapes him. “Minho Hyung kind of smells like… pure sugar? Too sugary, sickly sweet? If that makes sense. And Changbin Hyung smells…well…. burnt.”

You think back to the scents from before, letting your senses reimagine them. The comforting pheromones filling your lungs, even now makes your brain go cloudy. Was it them you had smelt then, or was it different Alphas in the throng of chaos. 

“They both take some special suppressants to kind of dampen them, but I try not to breathe too deeply around them. It’s not as uncomfortable as it used to be, but you can still smell it.” 

“Huh….” 

“Was it them?” His question is genuine. “It would make sense for them to be emitting really strong pheromones during all that.”

“I’m not sure.” You shrug, you don’t need the younger omega to worry about anything else right now. “It’s ok, I’ll just sniff them later.”

“Well don’t forget that I warned you.” He laughs off your words. Back to eating the homemade food he brought with him.

A hint of warm baked bread dances on the food. Which seems odd because Felix didn’t bring any.

----

The next day you had another visit from your doctor, he checked your leg and vitals, making sure your heat was down before agreeing to sign your release papers.

“I’m only agreeing to this because if I don’t you’re only going to make it worse for all of us.” He exclaims. You could tell he was tired. He was extremely busy. Being a Beta and scent deaf meant he could treat all subgenders without any issue of pheromones getting in his way. It was one of the reasons he had stayed with you since you were a kid. It’s why he even became a doctor. “However, I have arranged for you to be looked after while you finish healing.”

“Is that really necessary?” You whine, shifting yourself to the side of the bed, carefully bringing both feet to hang down. 

“Yes.” 

Ok, no room for debate clearly. You silently sat there as he collected himself, coming over to stand in front of you. Without realizing it you were already pouting.

“Just….please. Heal first, cause mayhem later.” 

You nod, pout still there. “But who-” 

The door swings open and your eyes sparkle. 

“Ready to go?” Felix asks from the door, the bubbliest smile on his face, a large duffle bag in his hands.

“Really?” The giddiness almost taking over. 

Felix was always so busy with his group, you and he barely had time to spend together. So to have him being the one to take care of you, you are excited to say the least. 

Your doctor rolls his eyes at you, “Let’s get you home.”

----

Having Felix as your temporary caretaker was probably the best 2 weeks you’ve had. 4 more weeks of Felix and you having movie nights, letting yourselves indulge in more Omega oriented activities. By that you meant creating one big nest for the two of you to sleep in together. Your bed wasn’t big enough to create the perfectly comfy nest to happily tingle your omega needs, so you two had chosen to make it in the living room under your large sky light. Pushing your couch back slightly to make room. He had brought all of the bedding and blankets and pillows he owned to yours, and you had instructed him where you kept the thick comfy quilts. 

You hadn’t made a proper nest in a long while, and as comfy as it was, as perfect as it was…something was missing. You just couldn’t explain what, so you didn’t mention anything. It really wasn't necessary. 

Felix did an amazing job helping you in your mundane everyday tasks. Honestly, it had never been so much fun. But a foreboding was approaching; Felix’s heat cycle was shorter than others. So within the next week he would be slipping and he wouldn’t be able to look after you and you sure as hell wouldn’t be able to do anything for him. 

He had asked if he could take half of his things and half of yours with him when he was away for that week. Him saying your omega scent would help ease the time. Of course you agreed wholeheartedly. You offered him every piece of fabric that smelt like you that could be moved. 

You had been able to get around with crutches now, but some things were still difficult. Simple things felt derailingly exhausting, without completing things you’d need a 2 hour nap to recuperate. On the day his pre-heat began he let you know that someone would be by to check up on you later in the day. Leaving you with breakfast and a half nest. You had hugged and bid goodbye. Your now vibrant apartment now stark and boring. You sigh to yourself, annoyed with your already darker demeanor. 

Giving up you climb back into the half made nest, too tired to fix it. The scent of citrus barely there. You push away your thoughts as you fall into a light slumber.

—

Your sleep groggy mind reacts before your body. You feel too heavy to move, sleep threatening to pull you back in. Was someone baking a pastry? If they were, it smelt delicious, you hoped they would save you some. You rolled slightly, to alleviate the pressure you were putting on your cast, you must have curled oddly in your sleep. A wave of clean bedding wafted over you. Did someone bring you some new things for your nest? That was nice of them. 

You compelled your eyes to open, on your back staring up into the sky light. Too much sun beaming down on your face causes you to outwardly groan, rotating to prop yourself up eyes adjusting to your apartment again. 

You watch the figure in the kitchen, wearing your apron tied snuggly around his waist, shuffle back and forth, chopping and then back to something on the stove. You drag yourself with your hands and good leg onto your couch to observe them better. His light brown hair, catching in the sunlight, almost dances a copper tone. His feline features once and a while angled better for you to catch glimpses of his concentration. Contentedly you watch him, sitting silently as he doesn’t realize you’re awake. 

That is, until the itch to know becomes too unbearable.

“Lixie says you and Bin take pheromone suppressants.” It's not a question. You watch him halt his movements, but only for a split second then resuming his cooking.

“Yes.” His voice is relatively mellow. At least he doesn’t seem annoyed talking about it. So far.

You hear the bathroom door open from the hall, heavy footsteps coming into the main area. 

“You’re awake” Changbin smiles at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired. I’m bored of being tired.” You explain away. “How can you both need them? I was surprised when he told me. Especially when I thought I smelt you both on the roof that day.”

Changbins weary look is directed at his hyung, he had no idea what you were talking about. 

“The suppressants work well.” Minho continues working. “You would know if you smelt us.”

“Burnt and sickly sweet right?” You recall what Felix said that day.

“Yes.” Minho answers again, this time looking at Changbin he nods sheepishly. Almost looking disgusted with himself. 

“Can I smell you?” 

“What?” Changbins head shoots up to look at you. 

“You want to smell us?” Minho, finally forgoes the cooking to fully face you. 

“Haven’t you smelt us before?” Changbin tries to deflect.

“Maybe, but I’ve never noticed anything… ‘offensive’ coming from you two.” You explain. “So I want to check for myself.”

They exchange panicked expressions. 

“You don’t have to, but I would like to.” Your petulant pout adorned on your face.

Eventually Changbin speaks up, “We, uh don't mind. We’re just worried about you.”

“I promise I will not throw up.” You chuckled at them. 

“Ok but don’t say we didn’t warn you.” Minho shakes his head in disbelief.

They cautiously make their way around the couch, coming to stand in front of you. 

“Who first?” You exclaim cheerfully. Once again they exchange weary looks then roll their eyes at your nonchalant attitude of this impending wave of disgust to hit you. 

“Me.” Minho kneels on the floor, making it easy to get close enough to his scent gland without causing you too much physical strain. You shift forward, leaning into his neck making sure not to make any contact. You give a hesitant sniff, the suppressants they are on must be really strong. You inch closer, taking a deep inhale. 

The smell hits you instantly. You keep a straight face.

“Changbin.” 

By the gods you managed to get your voice out in a steady tone.

Changbin follows his hyungs position, Minho now standing to observe. 

This time knowing how close you needed to be to actually smell their pheromones, you move right away. Leaning in and taking a second deep inhale of the night. 

Your face blanks, as they now stand together waiting for your definite repulsion. You take a moment, not able to see the look of dejection on their face. 

“Well…It was undeniably you two that I smelt on the roof.” You finally manage. “But I need to ask you both something. When I used my Prime voice on the alphas, and when you came in contact with my heat pheromones, what was running through your minds?” 

They looked at you quizzically, “we…our instincts wanted to protect you. That’s what we were thinking.. Well we weren’t actually. Our alpha instincts took over.”

“As for the voice… I don’t know how to explain how we felt but… it was like if someone didn’t obey it we would make them? Almost giddy, I guess.” 

An airy laugh leaves you. “That’s new. How many more surprises are there gonna be with you two?”

“What-? Our scents?” Changbin redirects back to their previous worry.

“I’m glad you guys take suppressants, because you have the most delicious pheromones I’ve ever smelt in my life.” 

“Did the doctor check to see if you hit your head?”

“Ok, rude.” You huff. “I am never giving you a compliment ever again.”

“You’re sure it was us?” Changbin points between them.

“Yea. 1000%, like a puff pastry with powdered sugar on top and toasted chestnuts in the  morning wrapped in clean linen.” You pout, body slouched back on the couch angrily.

“We’ve never heard those before.” 

“Well, I'm sorry to burst your gross bubble, but you two don’t smell gross.” Shrugging them off you turn your attention to a new curiosity. “What’s for lunch?” 

----

Over the next few days none of you bring up the pheromone conversation again, nor do you bring up their reactions to your Omega. It does however continue to remain an inquiry for you. You wait patiently for today to finally ask someone about it. Cast changing day. 

You let your doctor remove your cast, asking you pain questions and general health ones. As he is casting the new one you finally let yourself ask.

“What would it mean if an alpha didn’t respond to an Omega Prime voice?” The nonchalance in your voice is clear. 

“That would depend, was it intentionally directed to avoid them or was it an all for one?” Keeping his eyes trained down, his hands don’t stop moving, wrapping the bands around your calf.

You let yourself think over the situation before answering.“Since it couldn’t have been properly controlled, let’s say all for one.”

“Well…..”

“Hm.” You contemplate his words. “And what if an alphas' instinct was to protect instead of mount, with an omega in heat?”

“Please don’t say mount.” He grimaced, eyes still down but hands pausing briefly to show his dislike even more than with just his face.

“Aright, instead of ‘try to take by force’.” You stifle your laugh, but continue in your questioning. 

“It would suggest…..”

“Uh huh.” You struggled to take in his answers, but the gist of it wasn’t lost on you. “Last question, what if an alphas pheromones and natural scent was repulsive to everyone around then except one omega, to that omega they smelt really good. What would that suggest?” 

“Why are you so weird today?” He stands to examine your face, finally looking at you. He knew something was going on, it’s not like you were hiding it.

“More than normal?” You give an over exaggerated grin. 

He stares at you blankly for a moment, like he’s considering letting you feign ignorance or pushing you for information. Luckily he doesn’t take too long to decide, he already knows if you’re going to tell him you will. 

“No.” Is his final answer. “It would most likely mean…..”

“Ah.” You flomp back on the mattress, eyes now trained to the ceiling. Your face scrunches up in annoyance as you piece the puzzle together. A puzzle you never asked to have to deal with. You didn’t like complicated things like this, you preferred simple and easy to push along.

“What is this all about?” He sounds worried, he was always worried.

“I think I may have found….”

----

The mindless boredom you had begun to feel while stuck at home, was starting to give you an anxious itch. If you were right about it, and the information your doctor told you did in fact back that up, it would be a time if the boys found out. 

So you kept quiet, no issues if you didn’t bring it up. Clearly they thought differently.

“We think something is going on.” Changbin announces from your kitchen. They had come over together to help you complete some work and make you dinner. Felix had something come up and they had volunteered. 

“Well I’m hoping it’s not something bad with my food.” You nonchalantly throw over your shoulder, fingers typing away on your laptop from the couch. 

Your nest still a mess on the floor. Felix had offered to fix it, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him. Something was still missing.

“With the three of us.” Minho finishes. AH, so they noticed something. Your hands still, recline back arm over the back of the couch, you lounge out. 

“And what exactly is happening?” You inquire, body calm, mind ready to receive any information they might have dug up.

They gave each other a mild once over before exchanging a nod. Approaching you with hesitant energy but sure steps. You could smell them stronger than normal today, maybe that was because they were nervous? Or maybe because your Omega was trying to smell them out? Either way, you ignored it.

“We’ve done some research.” Minho supplies. “About you not finding our smells repulsing.” 

“The only things we could find are research papers on the idea of the rarities of fated mates.” The words come out of changbin so fast you’re surprised you even understand it. 

“It’s a possibility that one of us could be your fated mate.” Minho simplifies. 

“Smart boys.” You chuckle. “Looks like we’ve come to the same conclusion then.”

They stare at you dumbfounded. 

“I was also curious about my Omega pheromones having certain effects on your alpha instincts.” You continue. “And it seems they have also indicated that. However, I’ll tell you both now. Just because it appears that way doesn’t mean I’m about to jump on either of you.” 

“We get that. We just want to make sure we're all on the same page with what this could possibly entail for us.” Minho confides, emphasizing their sincerity. These boys knew you well enough and what your view was on ‘mates’. 

You sigh heavily, how was the idea of the possibility of having a fated mate this exhausting? 

“And we want to be honest..” Changbin directs your attention. “We both have felt drawn to you. If this possibility was right and you felt something for one of us over the other, we’d be ok with that. But we also don't want you to feel like you have to do anything.”

You gave them a soft smile. “Thank you boys. If it had to possibly be anyone, I’m glad it was you two.” 

Upon some form of conclusion for the night, they helped you hobble over to the kitchen table to eat for the night. 

But there was still a lingering thought playing in the back of your mind that you couldn’t quite settle.

----

“A FATED PAIR?!” Felix screeched excitedly from the other end of your couch, flailing pillows and plushies toward you.

“The possibility of a fated pair.” You correct, dodging each oft blow with a giggle. You knew he would have an over the top reaction, which honestly was one of the reasons why you did want to tell him, but also you didn’t want to spend the evening answering his million questions.  

“But TWO?!” His excitement wasn't about to die down. “Holy shit. How are you going to choose?”

“Lix, I’m not going to choose.” You hush him, wanting to bring an end to this interrogation. “Listen, I won’t choose someone just because my omega wants me to. I need to actually like the person first. I need to know them.”

“It’s Changbin and Minho.” He reminds, giving you a pointed look.

“I know, but you and I both know how badly couples can end just because they go along with their sub genders needs. I’d rather be sure.” You recall past mutual friends of yours and how disastrous their situations turned out when they let their instincts fully take over. It had left the friend group shattered with no amount of apologizing and forgiveness could mend what had been hurt.

“So you are going to pick one of them?” He still pushes.

“I’m not saying yes and I’m not saying no.” You finish, huffing before mumbling to yourself. “We could still be wrong.”

----

Work had called you asking if you could come in, there was a specifically rude alpha writer that demanded the editors who worked on his last piece to be there. He had first come in requesting only Alphas to work on his writing. The manager had told him that they would do the best they could but they had limited Alphas available. The top editors in the firm were you, two other omegas, an alpha and a beta. However, that didn't seem to be good enough.

Apparently he had just realized that it was 3 omegas who had been credited for the editorial, even though the 3 of you had also worked on his previous project. To top it off he was also very into his hierarchy of the subgenders. 

Thankfully for you, you had just entered the free standing boot phase of your recovery. You hobbled into the firm, the receptionist welcoming you back, and warning you of what might be in the conference room. She also let you know a little piece of extra information about said writer. He was a dominant alpha male.

Upon entering the room you are enveloped with the intense heavy set musk of dominant pheromones. The need to vomit crept up on you, leaving a nasty taste in your mouth.

“Sorry for being late,” You respond normally, pretending not to notice the provoked alpha on the far side of the room. Not to mention, the two omega editors cowering in at the side table, looking meek and shaking in their chairs. “I’m still a little slow on my feet.” 

Your Alpha manager rushed over to you to help you alongside the others, the shallow tremble in him didn’t go unnoticed. “No worries, y/n we were just going over the issue.”

“Is there an issue?” You ask cheerfully. First you get a read on the hostile energy. The dominant alpha stands tall, smug expression on his face as he watches everyone in the room struggle to keep themselves together. 

“I would say there is, omega.” His voice instantly makes your brain itch, and not in a good way. Gross. Also his need to identify your sub gender to the room really tests your ability to hold your eyes from rolling. “I requested alpha editors to be a part of the project, not three omegas. I need my work to be looked over carefully and with exceptional skills. I am sure you three are adequate but I don’t like being kept in the dark about my own work.” 

You pretend to mull over his words, this man clearly needs others to bow down and grovel at his feet. 

What an unfortunate choice for him.

“As I recall your novel hit #1 on the charts for 4 weeks and it was completed before the deadline.” Your professionalism is on full display. “I am sorry if you do not feel that your work has been properly looked after. But our firm never promised for an alpha only team, just as you did not feel the need to read over the creditors before releasing. On all the paperwork you were given about the piece, our names and subgenders were clearly marked. You did not raise a complaint nor concern at the time.”

“So you’re saying that was my neglect then, Omega?” His vocal demeanor changes to a lower tone, rasping out as the room spikes with more pheromones. He evidently was trying to will you to submit, which once again was unfortunate. 

“Could you please not refer to me by my subgender, I do have a name.” You sigh, how annoying.

“You don’t like to be reminded that you are an Omega?” It almost comes out as a snarl at this point. This time you can’t stop from rolling your eyes. 

You push the rollie chair away from the table, turning to face him front on. You side glance over to you manager, then to the antagonistic male then back. Asking for permission, you could see him struggle to nod. The Dominant pheromones now getting to his inner alpha, his instincts fighting to not submit either. You look at your fellow omegas and they are truly a mess. Tears streaming down their faces, heads down, already submitted a time ago. 

“It’s not that I need a reminder. I am very well aware of what I am.” You stated coldly. “You, however, need to be educated.”

His sick chortle of a laugh fills the room. One you were more than happy to silence.

Your Prime voice ready to extinguish his joy.

“SIT.” 

He’s instantly on the ground, mid laugh causing him to choke. 

“CRAWL.” 

You watch him fight against his body, as he trembles onto hands and knees moving towards you. When he’s close enough for your amusement, you hear the omegas behind you stop crying. You can also hear your manager finally take a deep breath. 

“STOP.” 

He sits there on the dirty carpeted floor in his stupid looking designer suit at your feet. You stay seated, comfily reclined in your chair. 

“The only reason this firm worked on your piece in the first place was because it was a favour for your uncle. The amount of work that went into salvaging that piece of crap you spewed is ridiculous. Not to mention no other firm would work with you.” You reprimanded. “You should feel thankful that our manager agreed to it, thankful that you had two of the most professional and invaluable editors we have.”

“You are free to go to another firm, at this point we’d all be grateful if you did. I will remind you, Omega or not you have NO RIGHT to compromise another with your pheromones. It is against the law and we will not hesitate to file against you. Understood?” 

Your eyes glower at him with the intensity of a Prime, he nods sheepishly. 

“Now apologize to my coworkers and manager for wasting their time and disrespecting this firm.” 

His hurried words of begging for forgiveness meant nothing to you. You watched him collect himself and retreat out of the room. The omegas hugging you in thanks.

“I’m surprised you were able to hold off from that alpha. You made it look so easy.” They seemed mesmerized by you. 

“It was.” You stated confidently. “They're not my Alpha.”

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“A horde of alphas isn’t enough for you? Now you’re tackling aggravated dominants?” Your doctor insisted on an omega specific checkup. Even for you, over exerting yourself while still healing could be dangerous.

“It was only one this time.” You mutter, back in his office once again. You swore you might as well live here with how often you keep showing up. The receptionists and cleaning man were all on a first name basis with you.

“Does your alpha know that you’re making dominants submit to you?” He muses from his desk, looking over your test results.

“My what?” You try to contain your shock, but then again he could read you pretty well. 

He gives you a ‘cmon really’ type of stare, “I’ve known you long enough to know you don’t ask questions unless they’re relevant and of interest. It’s easy enough to put two and two together.” He stands to place the blood pressure wrap around your arm. “So how does your alpha feel about it?”

“They’re thrilled.” You stone face, eyes locked on your arm.

“Really?” 

“Giddy even.” You pout defiantly. 

“I know it’s a touchy subject, but do you have any plans to mate with them?” You could hear the sincerity in his voice. You didn’t want to hide anything from him, if anything he would be the one to help you figure it all out. 

“I-There’s two.” You look up at him.

“Two?” He gives you a perplexed look, before lightly chuckling. “You definitely don’t make things easy.”

“Yea yea. I’m the definition of the perfect patient.” You roll your eyes, a smile breaking out on your lips.

“This might be an idea, but maybe you should test their scents against your heat?” He suggests, pulling the monitor away.

“...how would I do that?” 

“Well, your heat is coming up shortly so I would say to ask each of them for something to have with you during it. If your Omega reacts more to one scent then the other you know at least you know where part of you stands.” 

That could be a piece of the puzzle you could use.

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A day out. You desperately needed a day out, especially with your heat approaching. Bless Felix for planning with everyone to finally get you out of the house. And like the bundle of sunshine he was, he decided it would be best to hit up all your favourite local pier. One that happened to be equipped with a few rides, bowling alleys, mini golfing courses and other small activities. 

Of course the first plan of attack was a couple of the rides, your boot and all slugging into mechanisms. The last one being a sort of enclosed type tilt-a-whirl, which to be fair did have some pretty steep drops. The line was a little longer for this one, so you all cued together. When you got to the front of the line you had just begun sorting into smaller groups.

“I’ll sit with Changbin and Minho” you volunteer, hand raising in the air. The two started to pack themselves into the enclosed bubble.

“Really?” Seungmin quips almost astounded that someone would want to. You roll your eyes, heading to follow them in.

“It’s groups of 3, and there’s 9 of us. Does anyone else want to be crammed in a tight space with them?” You challenge, the look of horror on their faces was more than enough as an answer. “Exactly.”

As you begin to enter the ride Minho holds his hand out for you, steadying you as you step over the gap. Changbin, waits for you to sit before closing the door behind you. 

“Are you sure y/n?” Changbin asks, settling himself across from you. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.” Your tone annoyed but strong. “I like your scents, even if there was someone else wanting to come in with you I’d still be here.” 

Minho turns away to try to hide the smile on his face, changbins sheepish smile is turned down to the floor. You couldn’t help admiring how cute they were. 

How did you not notice that before? ….. you knew, being one disappointment after another you had turned off and locked down your omega. Becoming unable to view anyone as anything more than a friend. It was safer that way. In your old world only other primes were eligible for you to mate with. But maybe now it was time to turn it back on, let yourself notice things, let the possibilities in.

“Oh I wanted to ask you guys a favour.” You pull them back, the ride slowly inching forward to let the next 3 in. “I don’t know if Felix mentioned it but my heat is starting in a couple days and -“

“We know.” Changbin cuts in. “Uh, we know but Felix didn’t tell us.” 

You eye him for a moment, there was something he wasn’t saying. You glance at Minho.

“We can smell it.” Minho to the rescue.

“Smell it?” You give yourself a quick sniff. You couldn’t smell anything. At least you don’t normally until the day of. “Huh. Ok? Well I was wondering if I could borrow something from each of you during my heat?”

Their eyes spring back to you. Shock is not the right word to explain what you see. 

“My doctor told me to test my omega. It’s been mostly dormant for a long time because of my upbringing, so if there is something going on with us” you motion in a triangle “seeing the reaction my base instincts might be helpful, you know? My omega might gravitate toward one of you.”

You could see it in their faces that they were contemplating your words carefully.

“I mean, it does make sense.” Minho agrees.

“But what about you not being swayed by your omegas needs? Your choice?” Changbin seemed concerned.

“I will not let my omega mount either of you before this me decides how we might feel.” You give them the Boy Scout salute. 

“Mount?” Changbin bursts into a full laugh. Finally the mood lightens again. The three of you buzzing by the time the ride actually gets into full swing. You and changbin both needing to hold onto Minho as he yells about wanting to get off. Changbin just screams incoherently and you can’t stop laughing. 

Thankfully the rides controller takes pity on them and slows it down to let your group off. Both boys stumble out but still manage to help you off. The rest of your entourage wanting to go again.

You decide to head into the building that holds the bowling alley, your incline down the last steps proves to be a little slippery as your booted foot slides out from under you.

The impact with your ass and the carpeted floor makes you grunt. They both let out maniacal fits of laughter at your landing. 

“Ha.Ha. Help me.” You demand, pout uncontrollably appearing.

“Watch out if we don’t help her back up she might use her prime voice on us.” 

“Yea because that worked so well last time” you rolled your eyes and huffed. Thankfully they still help you into a seat next to an unused lane. “Besides, if anything it would just make you two high or something.”

“What do you mean?” That causes them to stop laughing.

“Apparently it’s another possibility. That being fated to a prime means the voice doesn’t work on you like other people. Alphas have no choice, their inner alpha hates it. Like nails on a chalkboard. But with fated it hits the serotonin and dopamine thrill.” You smirk, flashing them bright eyes batting your eyelashes. 

“Our own personal dealer?” Minho chides.

“Nice.” Changbin retorts, they high five. “I’ll grab you shoes….or a shoe.”

“I’ll grab drinks. You.” He points to you, then your chair.

You wave him off in indifference to scan around the alley. You guys hadn’t been here in almost a year. It was almost scary how it hadn’t changed at all. Still a musky smell of ocean water, easy pizza and burgers, as well as a hint of BO. The workers were younger than you remembered, but you were also older than you remembered. Chuckling to yourself at the nostalgia. Your eyes find their way over to Minho in the line for the concession. 

His broad back and slender waist turned to you. He wasn’t as slim as a lot of the members, Ji specifically. No one could beat that man's waist. He never really wore shirts that were tight fitted, which in hindsight could be quite a shame….that went for Changbin too. Minho was taller, with sharp features, but still soft to look at. But that was him, wasn’t it?

He looked cold from the surface, not really responding or speaking but he was extremely observant. If you had to guess his love language would definitely be acts of service. He wasn’t good at accepting compliments, which made it all the more fun to dish out. Watching the blush creep up his face as he tries to hide it. He really was dependable. There was no doubt about that in your mind. He had such a deep caring nature for those he cared about, anyone would be lucky to be bonded with him.

Just as you fall deeper into his silhouette, Changbin appears in front of you.

“Shoe!” He chimes cheerfully. A single show for you and two pairs for them. Before you can say anything in response he’s down on one knee in front of you. 

Pulling your good foot by your ankle he rests it on his leg, untying the laces and slipping your foot out. He’s extremely fluid and delicate in his movements, it’s weirdly mesmerizing. His strong hand reaches over to grab the single bowling shoe, sliding onto your foot with ease. 

How did he know your shoe size? You’re sure that’s something you’ve never brought up before. You can see the top of his bleach dyed hair, his roots vaguely noticeable. Another observant one, he and Minho clearly shared that in common. However he seemed more like a words of affirmation type… He always knew exactly what to say in any situation. Always knew how to make someone feel better, he was truthful in a way that seemed more uplifting even with sour news. His shoulders were broader than your other friends, his ability to gain muscle was something to be desired for sure. His obvious soft eyes could turn fierce in a second if he felt he had to. 

It took everything in you to not reach out to feel his hair run through your fingers. 

And just like that you snap back out. Your shoe on and laced up, and Changbin standing to accept his drink from Minho. Minho doesn’t say anything as he places a drink down next to you. You peer over at it not sure what you were expecting as you hadn't told him what you wanted. 

He notices you staring at your cup. 

“Water.” He states, sipping on his drink. “Too much caffeine doesn’t sit well before your heat.”

He turns away, both men now replacing their shoes. They had moved on to another conversation. But you felt stuck.

‘Water…water…’

How did he know caffeine makes you feel gross during your heat period? You’ve only ever mentioned it to Felix. Did Felix tell Minho about the caffeine? Did Felix tell Changbin your shoe size? How did they know…. When did they know?

Just as your minding your words to ask them about it, the others in your group come barrelling down the stairs. Laughter stealing your attention, maybe later. You’d ask them later.

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Later your ass. You never did get round to asking, your mind in a sort of whirlwind since. But still  the day before your heat Minho and Changbin showed up at your apartment, they both had decided the best thing to give you were one of the most worn hoodies. Apparently Felix told them you tended to get really cold between waves of need. Changbin had brought a black one and Minhos was a light gray. They had made sure the day leading up to they had worn them without taking suppressants. So they slept, ate, worked out (per your request) in the hoodies. 

You thanked them, letting them know you’d wash them before returning and you were sorry for however state they ended up. They laughed and said they knew what they had agreed to. 

And with that you locked yourself away, awaiting the pain and insufferability of going through your heat alone again.

Your doctor's idea was a good one….well it would have been if you were someone else.

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The day after your heat ended you had managed to clean yourself and your apartment up. Your fridge was now empty of the premade meals that Felix had given you. Now understanding why they had an underlying smell of a bakery, Minho was the one who made them for you.

You had your answer post heat, but did it really change anything? Should you tell your doctor? Felix? Changbin and Minho? 

You were already emotionally mentally and physically exhausted, but this was just ready to make your head explode. Deciding fuck it, you placed both sweaters unwashed in sealed bags. Keeping them separate from each other and from stinking up the whole building. Throwing them in your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder. You texted Minho asking if they were both home stating you had to talk to them. He instantly replied that they were and you could come over anytime.

You rushed to get your shoes on and head over to their shared apartment. Of course they would share, now it makes more sense because of their pheromones and your understanding of them. Clearly something you once again didn’t notice before.

Your fist against the door sounds a lot more aggressive than you meant it to be. Changbin opens the door, almost taking you by surprise, but don’t let it stop you. Dropping your backpack onto the middle of their living room floor. 

“Are you ok?” Minho questions quickly. “You smell…sour?”

“Did something go wrong?” Changbins clearly worried. They both are. 

“No…well…it did tell me…things, I guess.” You fumble your words, which is most definitely not like you. “I just had to get out of there. I was thinking too loudly.”

“We get it, it’s a lot to ask of you” Minho reassures. Why did that make you feel even shittier?

“My backpack.” You look down to the mass on the floor. “I brought your sweaters back…”

“Before you say anything y/n.” Changbin walks across the room to you. “We have a favour we’d like to ask of you. Or at least we hope it could help?”

“We were thinking, what if we each took an item from you for out ruts?” Minho joined him in front of you. “It might not be the same as your heat, but at least you’d be reassured on our end that our alphas are 100% wanting this. Just like…..we are.”

“You-?” Fumbled, seriously now was not the time to lose your ability with words. 

“We both have genuine feelings for you. Alphas or not. People to people. If we could have it our way, honestly we’d be willing if you wanted both of us. Our alphas agree…” Changbin smiles softly. 

You take a step back, baffled by them. Two of the most capable human beings wanted you, you as a person. Not because you were a prime…and their alphas wanted to be with you too. Alphas wanting to be with a Prime, not only that but share? This was beyond a possibility. This was impossible. You let out a dry airy chuckle, now standing confident to face them.

“In my backpack, are your hoodies. I didn’t wash them.” From confusion to mischief, the look in your eyes hypnotizes them. You reach down, pulling out each sealed ziploc piece of clothing. Tossing them at the males they catch them effortlessly, without looking away from you. 

“I think I’ll let you find out for yourselves.” 

They blink themselves back, glancing down to the packages in their hands. You see their jaws lock in place. Could it be worry, or they’re both ready for their chance to be disappointed or is it the thought of being able to smell what you smelt like during your heat. 

Regardless it didn’t matter now. You all needed answers, you had heard theirs. Now they need to know yours.

Hesitantly, with shaking hands they open the bags in unisent, letting the smells intrapped inside to explode out. They both swallowed down a lump in their throats. You can see them inhale deeply and shudder. Something about watching them on edge, waiting for their answer, both wanting awakens your omega. Instead of fighting them down you let them watch, to take in the sights and scents with you. You can feel your left eye be taken over by your omega. For the first time, in your life your omega and you were working together. 

During your heat you found a harmony within yourself you didn’t know you could have. 

Changbins shoulders roll back as the stress vein on Minho's neck protrudes. They reach in, taking a moment to look at each other exchanging a nod and pulling the garments out. The fusion of your scent on full blast and theirs erupts. It feels so thick it will probably stick to every surface in their apartment.  

They scan over their individual pieces, you can see when they and their alphas understand what they are holding in their hands. Your omega purrs, feeling the pheromones of a pleased alphas circulating. They both hear it when you let the sound come out of your mouth. One eye normal, one omega taken. 

“It’s difficult to wear two hoodies at all times.” Your voice sultry, vibrating with the purr from your chest. “Maybe one of you should give me some pants next time.” 

You smile widely at them. Their alphas are just as shocked as they are, looking to each other and what's in their hands it sinks in. 

You wore both. The whole time your omega needed an alpha, you clung to both. You used both to fight for release. 

“Or how about instead, you both join me?” You smirk. “Because I’ve already starting falling for both of you.” 

The smile on their faces was beyond breathtaking. To think you might have missed this. You never wanted to miss this. Miss them. 

The possibility seemed so unreal months ago, but now could only have been a definite since the beginning. 

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I am in love with that Jk merman story of yourssss , you are such a talented author !!!! Keep it up with the good work .

Even i want to request a prompt after that story because i believe only you have the capability to bring that prompt to life (only if you want to write ofcourse, no pressure )

I have never read an ABO fic with enemies to lovers troupe in modern era , I mean just imagine them being the high-school academic rival wolves who can't bear standing eachother

but the moment they turn 18 and their wolves will develop some special senses and powers, they both will realise that they both are actually mates . damnnn now image the strong pull their wolves will feel towards eachother making them go crazy ( their wolves will fall in love with eachother the moment they will recognize eachother as mate and start rebelling their human counterparts and start convincing them to love eachother too .)

and how bad they will try to hide it , deny their wolves forbid their animal counterparts from eachother only to fail miserably in the end because yeah that mate bond will win 🥹

You can choose any BTS member you want because I love and enjoy reading all seven of them so go for any member you want .

Borahae 💜 , no pressure if you are not interested in writing this prompt , I will still adore you and your work 💜 😘 so feel free to reject this request if you want .

part of the prompt game pairing: alpha!Jungkook x omega!female reader genre: fantasy!AU, "E"2L, ABO, high school romance warnings: Jungkook's the most pitiful teenager in all of existence, bad handling of emotions/feelings, a lot of cliques, denial, a little bit of physical fighting, mentions of blood, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.754

a/n: tysm for all your compliments, I'm so flattered 🫂 I've tweaked your request a tiny bit to fit the character of OC better and left out marking etc. bc they're still so young 🥹 hope that's okay 💕

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He hates you.

No, he loathes your entire existence.

That Miss Perfect attitude, excelling in everything you do as if it’s the easiest task in the world. You’ve been enemies since high school started—not because either of you declared it so, but because Jungkook simply can’t stand you.

You, on the other hand, are oblivious to this feud, always kind and friendly towards everyone, especially Jungkook. He doesn’t understand how you do it, staying so humble and kind towards him when he takes every opportunity to throw jabs your way, or cause you minor inconveniences, like not holding the door open or letting you trip more times than he can count.

It’s infuriating to watch you be so lovely, especially when you’re not only the smartest but also the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen—something he will never admit. Ever.

“Jungkook?” Your soft, sweet voice startles him. He’s been too busy glaring at the papers scattered before him, his thoughts circling back to you. There's no one else in the lecture hall, and he didn’t even realise you’d entered. You seem to appear out of nowhere, catching him off guard. “I think you dropped this.”

You’re smiling again, that blinding smile of yours, starry eyes sparkling with joy, courteous as ever. He wants to scream. He doesn’t want this treatment from you, not when you’re a little older than him—well, only two months, but still. You’re 18 now, with your wolf, while he’s not, which only deepens his resentment. Once again, you’re ahead, better at something.

The whole school talked about your wolf. Despite your gentle nature, everyone was shocked to learn after your first turn that you’re an omega—one of the very few in the city, the only one known in school. It’s yet another thing Jungkook can’t stand, especially now that everyone, wolf or not, showers you with attention.

“Not mine,” Jungkook lies through his teeth, eyeing the pencil still held out towards him in your small, delicate hand, your nails perfectly manicured.

“Oh…” you murmur, glancing down at the pencil, your brows drawing together in disbelief. Of course, you don’t believe him. “But it’s got your initials, and it’s the one you’re always using.”

Damn you! Of course, you know it’s his favourite. He should’ve seen this coming.

“You think I’d use it after your germs have contaminated it?” Jungkook scoffs.

“That’s not very kind.” You purse your lips, those beautiful lips.

“It’s the truth, ___.”

“Is it okay if I keep it?”

What?! “What?” Jungkook can’t believe his ears. Why would you want to keep it?

“Can I keep your pen? It would be a waste to throw it away, especially when it looks so cool.” You repeat, smiling again.

The pencil is cool, and Jungkook has half a mind to just snatch it back, but he won’t give in. He won’t concede even the smallest defeat.

“I don’t care,” he grumbles. It’s enough to make you burst with joy, your face lighting up as you clutch the pencil to your chest.

“Thanks, Jungkook! You’re so kind!”

“Whatever.”

And ‘whatever’ indeed, because seeing you every day with his pencil, as if it’s the most precious thing in the world, drives him mad. He regrets his decision. He wants it back. It’s his, and what’s his should stay his, but it isn’t—and it makes him livid.

Livid in a way that fuels his pettiness, pushing him to new lengths to make your life difficult. He puts fake spiders in your bag, bumps into you when you’re struggling with your food tray in the canteen. But all of it is in vain, because you’re an omega—everyone’s darling. Every time something inconvenient happens to you, a horde of people rushes to your aid.

This alone is enough to make Jungkook reconsider his actions—or rather, the attention he’s giving you. It’s not like you care. It’s not like you treat him any differently when he’s mean. So what’s the point? At some stage, he’s not even sure why he started all this, why he loathes you so much. If he’s honest, you’ve never actually wronged him. Not once. And now, he’s running out of ways to break you, to show everyone your true colours, because no one can be this perfect, right?

It’s the Friday before his birthday weekend when you approach him again, this time holding a small present. You look up at him as he stands by his locker.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you say softly.

“What do you want?”

“Uhm, I know Sunday’s your 18th birthday and… well, I know you didn’t invite me to your party, which is totally fine! Don’t get me wrong! But I just wanted to give you this because it’s a big birthday, right? So, yeah…”

The tiny gift is wrapped in floral paper with a neatly tied bow, and it looks exactly how he imagined your presents would. It screams 'you', and he’s unsure what to say. He reckons he should just take it and thank you, but the way you’re looking up at him, so small and kind despite knowing you weren’t invited, bothers him like a sock slipping off mid-walk.

Jungkook reluctantly takes the present, ignoring the slight relieved droop of your shoulders and how your warm, soft fingers brushed softly against his.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, his eyes transfixed on the gift.

“Happy birthday, Jungkook. I hope it’ll be everything you wanted and beyond.”

And with that, you turn away, a light spring in your step, your hair moving behind you like a fairy’s wings.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any time after you leave, ripping the gift open in a rush of curiosity, only to freeze, stunned, when a tiny jewellery box is revealed to him. He’s never received any jewellery before, and the fact that it’s a gift from you—a female ‘stranger’, no less—makes his nerve endings prickle with discomfort. The idea of receiving something so personal feels wrong somehow, and yet, despite this strange feeling creeping over him, he still finds himself opening the small red box.

Inside, nestled on an equally red velvet cushion, is a delicate necklace with a pendant that bears his initials. It’s the prettiest necklace he’s ever seen, and the worst part is that he can already picture himself wearing it, the style so perfectly matching his aesthetic that it’s rather unsettling.

He carefully takes the necklace from the box, letting it twist and turn in the sunlight, the metal gleaming ever so mesmerising. But that’s when he notices an engraving on the back of the pendant, and as he peers closer, he fights the urge to rub his eyes.

You’ve had ‘alpha’ engraved onto it. There’s no way anyone could be so bold as to assume another person’s future rank, and yet here you are, making such an assumption about him. Jungkook can’t help but think maybe he was right all along—there’s something strange about you. You’re just a little too perfect, a little too confident in your kindness, a little too bold in your presumptions.

Shaking his head, he lets the necklace fall back into the box, snapping it shut and tossing it carelessly into his locker, fully intending to forget about it sooner or later. Out of sight, out of mind, right?

Saturday night and Sunday come and go in a blur of noise, people, and anticipation. Jungkook has invited practically everyone he knows to his birthday party, hoping that with the arrival of his wolf, his mate might finally be revealed as well. But no one who attends is his mate, and this realisation drags his mood dangerously low. He feels a nagging stab in his chest that he can’t shake, made even heavier by the recurring thought that you, little Miss Perfect, were right all along—Jungkook has become an alpha, just as you predicted. Typical.

What infuriates him even more is that on Monday morning, as you—like always—walk past his locker on your way to the lecture hall, the world seems to slow around him. He watches in disbelief as you suddenly stop, staring at him with wide eyes that shimmer with unshed tears. You look stunned, but more than that, you look happy, as though you’ve just discovered something wonderful. And then, in the midst of his confusion, his inner wolf starts to go wild, barking ‘mate’ over and over again, leaping with excitement inside him.

It should be a moment of joy, a moment where he feels relief and happiness in finally knowing who his mate is. But instead, all Jungkook feels is denial, a desperate refusal to accept the truth, even though, deep down, he knows that you’re everything he ever wanted in a mate.

Still, he turns away from you, ignoring the way your face crumples, the way your bright, hopeful tears turn into ones of sadness, the way you rush past him with your head down, leaving his wolf whimpering in confusion and hurt. Jungkook tries to convince himself that this can’t be real, that it can’t be right, even though every part of him knows it’s exactly what he wanted, what he’s been waiting for.

In the days that follow, he struggles to keep up his usual routine of tormenting you, making snide remarks whenever he gets the chance, but there’s no joy in it anymore. You’re not kind to him the way you used to be, not anymore. You don’t smile at him, don’t even really smile at anyone; instead, you accept his cruelty with a resigned, sad look in your eyes and a forced, brittle smile that never quite reaches your eyes.

Each day, it becomes harder and harder for Jungkook to suppress his wolf, who clearly isn’t on the same page with his cold treatment of you. His wolf growls at him, restless and unhappy, frustrated with the way things are. And Jungkook knows—he understands why—but he feels trapped.

How could he possibly make things right after all he’s done to you? How could he ever redeem himself after letting his bitterness and resentment carry him so far? It doesn’t help that the necklace you gave him is now tucked securely under his shirt, the cool metal pendant resting against his chest, near his heart, multiplying the ache that’s slowly but surely forming there as well. He fiddles with it absentmindedly, the action soothing in a way he can’t explain, though it only makes the guilt grow.

“Jungkook?”

He no longer startles when you appear, his wolf always sensing your presence before you even speak, and your voice has become so quiet, so broken, that it doesn’t have the same effect it once did.

Looking at you now, standing there with your eyes downcast and your voice soft, makes him wish he could take it all back—every harsh word, every petty action. He wishes he could go back and rewrite everything, build something good between you instead of tearing it down. But it’s too late for that, far too late, and he knows it.

When he doesn’t respond, you gather the courage to continue, your voice wavering slightly. “I know it’s random, but I noticed your grades haven’t been as good as they used to be. I know you’re not the kind of person who needs help, but… if there’s anything I can do, just let me know, yeah?”

He wants to snap at you, wants to push you away, but he’s so exhausted—exhausted from pretending he doesn’t care, exhausted from pretending he hates you, and most of all, exhausted from fighting this undeniable bond between you.

Tears prick at his eyes, overwhelming him with guilt, frustration, and something else he can’t quite name. He’s so fed up with himself, so trapped in the mess he’s made that he doesn’t know how to fix it, doesn’t even know where to start.

“Hey… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” you say, your voice tinged with panic now as you shift nervously on the spot, your hands reaching out towards him only to pull back, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry…”

“Stop!” Jungkook yells, and the sound of his own voice surprises him. You flinch, your entire body recoiling as if he’s physically struck you, your trembling hands clasping tightly in front of you.

“I… I’m sorry.” Your bottom lip quivers, and before Jungkook can say anything else, you turn and run, disappearing down the hall, leaving him standing there with the misery of his guilt pressing down harder than ever.

To think it couldn’t get worse was the stupidest thought Jungkook ever had, because it got worse. Not only did his little outburst suffocate him in guilt, but it also made you avoid him every chance you got. It also didn’t help that most people noticed your changed persona, adding one plus one and recognising Jungkook as the culprit.

He doesn’t fault them, doesn’t really mind the insults coming his way, of being heartless for not wanting a mate like you, when he knows they speak the truth. He doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t deserve someone who he clearly hurts without a true reason.

And the way his inner wolf retreats now from him too, is something he understands as well, because there’s literally nothing he could do to mend what he’s broken.

It’s one afternoon after classes have just finished, and he’s walking out of the school when he notices you cornered against the wall by some other alphas, three in total. Jungkook’s immediately enraged, and it’s then that his wolf rises to full strength, baring his teeth and growling violently.

You’re clearly uncomfortable, clearly scared of what might happen, especially when one of these alphas gets in your face, giving you no way to escape. The last straw for Jungkook is when one runs his filthy finger along your beautiful face.

“Hey!” Jungkook roars, storming towards the alphas who have now turned to laugh in his face. “Back off.”

“What?! She’s fair game.” One mocks, while you’re still pressed against the wall, but your eyes are hopefully locked onto Jungkook.

“I said back off my mate.”

They do, but only to now lunge at Jungkook, thinking that outnumbering him will shoo him away. But it doesn’t—Jungkook won’t let anyone else touch you, his wolf and himself ready to do anything to protect you. And so, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to take each one of them down.

Driven by adrenaline, he doesn’t notice the sting of the hits he couldn’t block, but it’s nothing compared to the urge to protect you with all he has, all he is.

One after the other falls to the floor, while blood trickles from his split lip, knuckles burning and swollen, his chest still heaving, his wolf still angrily jabbing at the air.

“Jungkook?” His eyes snap up to you when you call for him, and he’s relieved to find no repulsion or fear in them when they lock onto him.

“Are you okay?”

“Thank you,” you nod, and his wolf wags his tail, barking mate, deafening all his other senses.

“Good."

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?”

You hesitate, and it makes him feel powerless all over again, but eventually you whisper, “Because I’m not who you wanted.”

It’s broken, it’s defeated, and it’s everything he never wanted his mate to say, because it’s not the truth. Never was. Never will be.

“But you are.” Jungkook tries to smile, despite knowing it’s not hopeful or kind, but sad in all the ways his decisions led it to be.

“I am?”

Seeing your eyes gradually returning to their lively, sparkly self is more than he ever wished to witness, more than he ever should receive, but everything he ever wanted.

“You are. Always were.”

And with that, he opens his arms, stepping over the still-groaning alphas to get closer to you.

With a push off the wall, you sprint into Jungkook’s arms, tears of relief running down your cheeks as he embraces you like you wished he would from the start. But it doesn’t matter, because no time apart could ruin the feeling of him embracing you and your bond.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles into your hair, inhaling the magnificent scent of you.

“It’s fine, everything’s fine.”

And as you cling to him, your wolves finally as content as you are, you know that you’d never change a thing, because it’s better to be loved willingly than with no other choice.

a/b/o au part one

In which you get saved

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You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears from coming out in sobs.

Sobs would tell the driver that you were unhappy, and the driver would tell your father that you were failing him. Failing to serve your duty and gracefully, calmly, fulfill the role he made for you.

When you first heard him say the words, you were distraught. You wanted to scream and cry, and you wanted to run and hide, but he was expecting something of you. For once, he was admitting that he needed you to do something.

So when he said that he was marrying you off to a far away pack to expand the pack's ties and allies, you didn't point out that it was a barbaric tradition that no one practiced anymore, and you didn't whine about how your fiance was rumored to be the most abhorrent of men. You nodded, and left his presence to weep in silence.

Your tail curled around your leg, a futile attempt to comfort yourself. You needed to do this. You wouldn't consider the alternative, that he just didn't care for you and wanted you gone, that he was embarrassed that he ever had you, that he regretted the mistake of cheating on his wife with your mother, who left him in the night.

You wanted more than anything to know where your mom was and what she was doing, why she left you with him after she bore you. Your ears twitched on your head. Detecting the sound of the leaves outside rustling, a strange pattern, to unnatural to be the wind. You looked, and nothing was there.

In this world, there were animals and hybrids, hybrids were rumored to be a blessed species of animal that the moon goddess allowed conciousness. There were many different species, any animal you could imagine, though some were rarer. In the past people mated for survival, to give their offspring the best traits and started with in their gene pools, but in recent years of peace and safety within packs, mating for love became common practice, traits mixing, children of love being born and adored for what they were. No one was sure how they started, but years of evolution have turned into the societies they lived in today. Similar species would band together in packs, large territories ruled by an alpha and his closest allies who helped him protect those he cared for most, the citizens of his pack.

You say his because, despite all the progression, society still frowned upon certain things. Alpha-alpha relationships, female pack alphas, the usual places of prejudice that benefitted only a few and hurt a majority. Even those mixed species hybrids, while becoming more celebrated, were still looked down on by those who valued survival over happiness.

Your tail curled around your self tighter. You don't know what your mother was, but she was different. Your family could shift, and transform into sleek leopards, coats shiny and golden. You couldn't shift at all, only tail and ears indicative of your heritage, and your fur on your tail and ears was black with gold spots. You were clearly the black sheep-- or black leopard-- of the family. You were a mixed species hybrid and therefore seen as less adept as the rest of your family. You became aware of your predicament again, trying to stave off tears at the fact that your father didn't value you as much due to a mistake he made. As tears rolled down your cheeks, you looked up to the moon outside your window, asking the moon goddess for strength. You could do this.

A loud crash sounded and the car abruptly stopped, almost slamming you into the partition in front of you. As you caught your breath, you rolled down the partition, looking through the windshield.

The car in front of you, full of the guards escorting you to the pack, had been crashed into, some limp bodies inside and others struggling to get up as wolves and coyotes attacked. You gasped, watching the once calm path become a war zone. Your guards were losing, quickly becoming overpowered by the surprise attack.

Your door was wrenched open, the cold night air rushing into the car making you shiver. It wasn't supposed to be this cold. The pack you were promised to was far, but not this far north. You couldn't ponder your location for long, the shadowed figure that ripped the door off its hinges ducking down closer to you into the light.

Brown eyes met yours, a gentle smile greeting you as the figure ducked into your view, the moonlight illuminating him. He had broad shoulders that covered the doorway, and had crouched down quite a bit to see you, his tall physique towering over the car. "There you are," he breathed, reaching a hand out to you, backed against the opposite door in fear. "Are you alright?" He asked, voice surprisingly soft for someone who just ripped a door off a car in the middle of a battle field.

You surveyed him suspiciously. He had round white ears that peeked out above his fluffy hair, a bear of some sort. You looked down at his hand, then examined the rest of him. His body language was open and welcoming. He wasn't forcing you, just patiently holding his hand out and watching you warmly. Is such warmth for you deserved from someone you've never met?

"Who are you?" You asked, eyes narrowing. His smile widened at the obvious attempt for you to seem more ferocious than you were, the act only endearing to him.

"I'm Jin, I want to help you." He explained, the same even patient tone, and endeared smile. "You don't want an arranged mating, do you?"

You stared at him for a long moment, finding nothing but good will in his face. You looked back at the moon one more time, something compelling you to take his hand. Maybe you could be free, and not have to marry someone else at all? Surely your father would be happy with you gone, no matter how it happens.

You placed your hand in his and he quickly tighened his grip around your hand, hefting you into his arms and out of the limo with a deceptive amount of strength, easily carrying you past the scuffle to the tree line flanking the road, ducking behind a few trees, though you could see fighting still happening in the background.

You turned back to him, looking up at him as he huddled around close to you, as if shielding you or making sure you wouldn't move as he stared intently into the stretch of forest. "Why are you helping me?"

He looked down at you, smile coming back quickly. "A nearby pack we're allied with told us about an arranged mating. We had to help." He explained, then looked deep into your eyes as he questioned you. "Isn't it horrible? You having to spend the rest of your life with someone you don't love?" He questioned, sorrow in his voice at the thought of your being confined to that fate. This complete stranger wanted your happiness. Your own family didn't even want that.

Your bottom lip trembled, and you could feel his grip on your wrist tighten ever so slightly. "I-I can't.. I have to do this," you said eventually, looking down at the grass under your shoes. Pressed down and restricted under your weight, just like how you felt under your father'd command. "My family's expecting me to help raise the pack's status."

His hand went under your chin tilting your head up towards him, staring into his determined brown eyes. "But, do you want to?"

Before you could answer, a big wolf came running towards you from inside the forest, white and tall, up to your torso even while on all fours. Its size showed that it was clearly a hybrid, but would it attack you like the ones on the road were attacking your guards?

Jin seemed to read your thoughts, petting the wolf as it stopped by your side. The wolf gave a soft bark, nosing against your arm happily. "This is Jungkook. He'll take you to safety. If you want to stay, you can step back out there and we'll leave you alone. But if you want freedom..." His voice trailed off but the choices were clear, his eyes urging you to make your own decision.

"But what about you?" You asked Jin, placing a hand on the wolf's soft fur. He let out a soft 'aroo' and nuzzled into your palm, making you giggle.

Jin gave you a dazzling smile and a wink. "Don't worry about me, beautiful. I'm going to make sure no one else is hurt here and buy time for you to get away." He moved his hand to your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Now hold on tight. Jungkook runs fast." He said, lifting you and placing you on the large hybrid back. You wrapped your arms around Jungkook's neck and he immediately ran off, darting through the woods as Jin gets farther and farther. As you clung to Jungkook's warm fur, you fell asleep to the beat of his paws hitting the floor.

For the first time in a long time, as you took off into the night, you felt... safe.

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Keep Safe. Keep Safe. First, it was Taehyung, and now it's Yoongi. Alpha Space seems to be no joke. Derek was not lying when he said this mindset helps them protect. Let’s hope this doesn’t mean they will treat you like a child.

Walking out of the elevator, you cannot help but smile at the rest of the Bangtan pack. While still in pain, you felt safe around them. 

“Excuse me, Miss Y/n. I have a few things that I would like to discuss with you before we get going. Allow me to walk you to your van,” Manager Sejin directs you off to the side with a nod from Namjoon. 

Yoongi closely follows you as you go with Manager Sejin. “Miss Y/n, thank you for your care and consideration in this situation. I can promise you that it will not be easy for the eight of you, but it will be worth it.”

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“Six to eight weeks! You have to be kidding. You expect me not to be using my wrist for upwards of eight weeks? What about work? Can I shower? What about chores?” You loudly speak to Dr. Blackwell in response to her diagnosis of a hairline fracture of your wrist. 

Yoongi’s ears are flat at either your yelling or the feeling of failure. His tail had curled around his own waist during the examination, and your pain levels tinted your scent with mold.

Ever remaining calm, Dr. Blackwell continues, “It would be best if you sought help during that time,” looking at Yoongi, “and since you have a respectable pack responsible for the injury there should be nothing to worry about. Isn’t that right, Mr. Min.”

Yoongi nods with an almost blank face as he tries to hide his disappointment in himself. Internally, scolding himself for breaking his mate during their first meeting.

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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.

Hello and welcome to Breaking and Entering Master List! The Taglist is currently open for this story.

This is an original story. I started writing it as my first attempt at story writing. When I wrote the first few chapters, I was also very sick with COVID-19.

This story is a Werewolf Pack AU and is currently rated as YA. There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from.

Y/n is a girl who lives her life bouncing between foster homes; at almost 18, you land in the town of Lunar Ridge, where you learn werewolves are real and the new Alpha won't let you go.

Chapter 1 - Lovren

Foster care isn't easy, and now they have stuck Lovren in the middle of nowhere. Just a little longer, then she will age out of the system, and she will be free, but will Lunar Ridge let her go?

Chapter 2 - Mikhail

Lunar Ridge Pack has changes coming soon, but this one comes as a surprise to Mikhail.

Chapter 3 - Lovren

The first day of senior year at a new school brings painful beginnings.

Chapter 4 - Mikhail

Training has become Mikhail's life, but as of today, that is all changing. Will this change in routine be the start of a much larger change in his life?

Chapter 5 - Lovren

Being an Invisible isn't always easy, and the day just keeps proving it.

Chapter 6 - Mikhail

It's the first day of High School for the young Alpha-to-be, and it starts off strangely.

Chapter 7 - Lovren

Lovren tries to hide in her safe place only to be called into a meeting with ... the Mayor ???

Chapter 8 - Stanislav

Being an Alpha has many responsibilities, but being part of the Alpha's counsel means the same. Will titles cause more harm than good to the up-and-comers?

Chapter 9 - Erik

Getting pulled into Alpha's office was one thing, but things went in a direction for the second time that wasn't expected—or maybe it was the third for that day.

Chapter 10 - Jonathan

Lovren's history is more complex than jumping Foster homes. It may be time to explain a few things.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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“Genevie Rose Elisey.” You growl out her name, step forward, and pull out of Yoongi’s tail. All eyes snap to you—well, all eyes except the little omega, who drops her eyes and scrunches her nose at the twist of your scent. 

You stalk forward and grip the back of her neck as if she were a kitten, scruffing her. Your scent has gone from sweet pea to something akin to lemons, almost acidic. The change in scent alerts your pack that you are not playing around.

However, the scent and display of Dominance causes a mix of reactions from the Alphas. Everyone here would be remiss in not recognizing who is currently in charge, and that does something to them.

Namjoon and the rest have seen you upset, but this… this is something else. While he is concerned for the Omega, not knowing what she had done to result in this type of reaction from you, he cannot pull his eyes away from how you hold yourself. It’s like you are taller and more assertive. 

Yoongi’s Alpha slams to the forefront when he sees you scruff the Omega. The feline mothering behaviors pull deeply at the primal aspect of the jaguar hybrid. His mind runs with thoughts of you scruffing cubs, but not just any cubs, his cubs. Shaking his head, Yoongi does his best to clear his mind and stay in the present; you are not his—yet.

Jimin is just lost. He has spent the least amount of time with you out of the pack. He has mostly been observing you and your interactions with his already-bonded mates. This Dominant, in-charge side of you is new and instinctively intriguing.

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The next morning is a complete departure from your usual routine. You had meticulously set your alarm for 7:30 am, anticipating a quick shower would suffice before your medical appointment. But fate had other plans in store for you.

Shuffling, giggling, and the hushed “Quiet Kookie” woke you. Wait… is that water running? What time… what?

Stretching as you blink your eyes, you end up face to face with Jungkook, “Ah! Jungkook! What are you doing?”

“Good morning, my sweets,” the bunny smiled brightly with his big eyes. No care in the world that he just spooked you await.

Still hearing movement, you take a look around. Jungkook is kneeling on the bed but not inside your fort. Yoongi has popped his head out of your bathroom, and Seokjin stands at the entry door with a tray.

“Good morning, Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi. What time is it?’ rubbing your eyes and stretching again. Man, that was the deepest sleep you have gotten in a long time. 

Each Alpha wants to coo at your cute little stretches, which are maddeningly hidden by Taehyung’s blanket. 

Seokjin is the first to snap out of watching you, “It’s almost 7 am, dear. I have a light breakfast, and Yoongi is drawing a bath for you. We want to make sure you're comfortable and ready for your day.

Looking at Seokjin with a bit of a question furrowing your brow. Yoongi retreats into the bathroom now that he sees you are not upset at the intrusion

 “Sweets, we heard your doctor’s appointment was this morning. I hate doctor’s appointments, and we thought it might be uncomfortable for you, too.” Jungkook says while he giggles at your expression.

“Thank you, Alphas. I was going to try a shower today, but a bath sounds good,” you say. A smile blooms on your face at the knowledge of the Alphas trying to make your day good.

“Princess, the bath is ready. I used the Cassia and Cherry scented bath bomb for you today. I set a towel to the side for you like last time. When you are done, please call for any of us to help dry your hair, okay?” asks Yoongi as he heads toward the door.

“Sure thing, Yoongi. Thank you again.” With another smile, Yoongi looks pointedly at the youngest packmate before leaving to get ready, presumably.

“Jin, is breakfast something that will get cold, or can I eat it after the bath?” you ask. Meanwhile, you note that Jungkook has scooted closer to you but still not close enough to touch you or your fort. 

“It’s a simple breakfast: just some fruits and a bagel with cream cheese,” his eyes widened. He looked at the tray and then back at you. “You do like fruit, bagels, and cream cheese, right?”

Giggling, you kick out of the blankets and start scooting toward him. “Who doesn’t like those? They would be crazy not to like those!” 

You look at the array of foods on the tray, “Thank you, Jin. It looks good. Oh, you got mangos, my favorite!” 

You happily take a large bite of the slice and close your eyes to enjoy the burst of flavor. Seokjin watches you eat intensely, and Jungkook approaches your side.

Opening your eyes, you look back at the bunny, asking, “Can you have mangos?” At his nodding, you offer him to take the rest of the mango in your hand. 

Leaning forward, Jungkook eats the mango from your hand. His lips barely touch your fingertips, temporarily short-circuiting you. 

You immediately drop your hand and look back at Seokjin, only to notice he is watching Jungkook eat. You feel like you are getting too warm over witnessing something that should be between mates only.

“Umm... I am gonna go take that bath now,” you say softly. 

Bolting into the walk-in closet, you look for something comfortable and yours to wear today. You pull out a pair of leggings, a sports bra, a crisscross tank, and a non-thousand-dollar sweater.

When you leave the closet, you notice that the tray has been left at the end of the bed, and the two remaining Alphas have left the room. 

Softly, you bang your head on the door frame and mumble, “Good job, y/n. Way to keep professionalism.”

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Ring Ring Ring

Ring Ring Ring

Stirring from your sleep because of a phone ringing, you look around groggily. Momentarily forgetting where you are, you sit up quickly, and that is when you see– the dress. 

The night before comes flooding back to you. It starts with the letters and conversations, the outfit and pampering, and ends with his smiles and warmth. 

It was a date you will never forget. The only problem is… it wasn’t a date. 

Your heart wants to soar, but you must remind yourself it’s just a job. 

Remembering that Jin had made it clear that it wasn’t something he would do for a fan. Even though he said you were special, you couldn’t believe it. 

Bangtan Pack would do this for any playmate.

Ring Ring Ring

Oh shit! That’s right, the phone. Scrambling over your pillow wall, you find your plugged-in phone and answer it.

“Hello, hello! Sorry, this is Y/n. Who is this?” you ask as you try to untangle yourself from your blanket fort. It isn’t easy with a broken hand. 

“Hey Y/n, it’s Derek! Umm, did I wake you up?” 

“Oh hey, ah yeah, and now I am wrapped in my blankets. I'm going to put you on speakerphone so I can untangle,” you growl in frustration, placing the phone near your head while you wrestle your way out. 

“Did you just growl? You know what, never mind. You are gonna have to hurry.” Derek says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes, I did growl,” huff “These damn blankets. Wait… Why?” I huffed, finally freeing one leg, “I don’t have any plans for today.”

“Well, now you do, and you have about two hours to be at PMS to go over the final contract.”

“No way… what? Two hours! But I thought we were going to sign it tomorrow or Monday. Why now? Did they get everything back in time?” I say, pushing the blankets down my leg and wiggling backward. 

Thud.

Groan

“Y/n! What was that?”  calls Derek, who hears you fall while on speakerphone because of his hybrid hearing.

“Ah… I slid off the bed,” I said with a slight giggle. Standing up, I lean over my phone. “The duvet is made of satin, so it's slippery, and I got a little bit too close to the edge.”

A rapid knock on your door startles you as you hear your name called from the other side: “Y/n, are you okay? What happened? Princess? Princess!”

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Can't Stay Away from You

After winning a Stray Kids' fansign in Seoul, y/n travels to attend it. Once she gets there, she finds unexpected encounters that would change her life. Will it be easy to adapt to her new life? No, but it'll be entertaining at least.

Pairing: Stray Kids x reader Summary: After winning a Stray Kids' fansign in Seoul, y/n travels to attend it. Once she gets there, she finds unexpected encounters that would change her life. Will it be easy to adapt to her new life? No, but it'll be entertaining at least. AU: a/b/o Genre: Fluff/Angst Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

A/N: Hi yes this is another series that I've thought about for a couple months now, but just never wrote it down in any format. And this is my first time writing a/b/o, despite reading a fuckton of it haha.

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Not structured in a friendly to phone readers

Didn’t flow right in some areas

So yes, all chapters have been edited and posted.

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joking about omegaverse stuff is fun but like it’s so interesting when you really put things into perspective

the original concept as far as i know was made for some supernatural mpreg fantasy, and i think? it was made by a cis woman where it could be likely that she projected “a woman’s experience” onto the omegas

i love repacked misogyny!!

BUT then i started thinking (bad idea) about how A/B/O is pictured even among its consumers

surprisingly (not really) for a trope that’s based around mpreg, the more reasonable explanation for how the presumably cis men give birth is so rare to see. like the men almost always no matter whether they’re an alpha, beta, omega, or whatever WILL have a penis, no vulva. it’s just wild to me

don’t even get me started on female alphas,

1. they’re almost never seen like ever

and that’s it. why? maybe because the whole schtick for alphas is that they are ALWAYS the masculine presence and women can’t be masculine😤

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ALPHA! 0T7 (YOONMIN CENTRIC) X OMEGA!CHUBBY! READER A/B/O - SUGAR DADDY AU

CHAPTER 26 (4.2k words)

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I turn in bed, knots filling my stomach and heart as I rethink over and over again about the fight. Did I perhaps go too far in my accusations? Gosh, I didn’t mean to be so mean. I don’t know what came over me.

I only wanted to let them know that I didn’t like them deciding everything for me, but instead ended up throwing a bucket of simmering anger over their head without warning. Namjoon’s reaction only fuelled that, and I lost sight of myself.

Now… what now? What happens if I’m not within their pack’s protection? Does that mean we can’t spend time together again? Will everything get awkward and stiff between us? Did I ruin everything by trying to speak up my mind?

I sigh deeply, then move out of bed to reach the kitchen, eyes glancing briefly at the time on the oven to find that it’s only three in the morning. I don’t even know if I managed to sleep an hour or two since, my mind unable to stop going over the fight again and again.

I make myself a glass of water and slowly drink it down, knowing very well that sleeping won’t be possible tonight.

Looking over the counter to find the cupcakes I’d made in Bora’s class left untouched makes me feel even worse, and I drop my weight over the counter, glass set aside and head in my hands. I’d made those thinking of the pack.

I foolishly hoped that I could have made them proud by giving them something that I made, to show them that I too could be good in the kitchen, if given the chance. It all sounds so stupid now, that I’m almost embarrassed about it.

None of what I’d hoped for happened, in the end, other than the fact that I indeed made something edible in a kitchen.

Oh well. What happened has happened, and I need to move forward. Today, I’m going outside again. I need to look for a job and that means pushing myself out of my comfort zone a whole lot more than I did yesterday.

I don’t know what kind of job someone like me can get, but I shouldn’t be too picky if I want to earn money. I’ll have to make myself presentable and wear something clean and formal. I don’t know how it’ll go, but unless I try, I’ll never find out.

Nodding to myself as I stand tall again, I move to the bathroom to get showered despite the early hour. Success won’t wait until I’m ready to live normally, so I’ll show my mates that I can be an omega they can be proud of, at all cost.

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The woman looks me up and down before pursing her lips, a hand to her chin before she shakes her head.

“I’m sorry, you’re not exactly what we’re looking for here. Your makeup looks great, if maybe a little simple. Your clothes are perfect, but the body… our customers won’t feel comfortable if we hire you. Good luck in your search”.

I bite down a bitter remark, then bow before leaving the store. What has my body to do with selling their products? Why would my body shape make people uncomfortable? If anything, it’s their mindset that should make them uncomfortable!

Since I got here, I’ve visited a couple stores that had a job application on the front door. It didn’t look like any of their requirements would get in my way, but what they don’t say is that in the end, it’s not your skills that get you a job, it’s your face.

Or body, in my case. That’s been used a few times to reject me and I’m getting more offended than I am hurt. I look at the time on my phone to find that it’s already nearly ten in the morning, which acts as a bit of a shock to me.

Time went by so fast, I’ve been walking around here for three hours already? How did I not notice? To think that I haven’t found anything yet… how ridiculous. I huff on the sidewalk, then glare back when a human stares at me weird.

It’s possible that my not eating breakfast could have a say in why I feel particularly bothered by every looks I’m given right now, but after all that I heard so far… I don’t really want to eat. I look down at my body, a frown on my face.

I could handle not eating until tonight. Hell, I could probably starve for a whole week and still be fine.

Finding a park nearby, I cross the street before walking to a lone bench beneath a tree, then sit down with a droop to my shoulders. What kind of job can someone like me do that I haven’t attempted yet? Is there even one place out here that would accept me?

What did I do with In-yeop and Dal before my amnesia? I wonder if I could try to get my job back there… I haven’t tried any of the convenience stores either, maybe that would be easier for someone like me. I don’t think they really care who they hire as long as the job is done.

But how is working at a convenience store something my mates would be proud of? Maybe I’m trying to set the bar too high for what I’m able to achieve, but I really don’t want to get their pity by working a job they’d consider… lowly.

Damn it. I did say that I shouldn’t be too picky. I should start by re-evaluating my priorities. What is most important to me? Making my mates proud, or earning money? Priorities, Y/N. You can’t have everything at the same time.

I hear a car slow down behind me then, and I twist my neck slightly to find a police car parking on the side of the road, exactly where I am.

Great. This is just great. Did someone call the cops on me because I sat in the park? Is that forbidden for fat people too? Is there nothing I’m allowed in this city? I’m starting to feel very bitter, I would probably bite someone if given the chance.

Maybe I shouldn’t bite a cop, though.

With my eyes trained on the police car, mind already conjuring the worst scenarios possible, I can only tense up when the door opens to Hoseok the very next second, eyes widening when his gaze falls on me with a tight smile.

His scent of strawberry pie is sweet, though, and I relax a little as he comes over to sit next to me in his work uniform.

“What are you doing here, sweet bun?” he asks with a gentle voice, as if he’s afraid of scaring me off were he to talk a little louder. “I saw you crossing the street from one of the stores looking…” he pinches his lips lightly, “dejected? Angry? Did something happen?”

I look down, fingers twisting together nervously at his question. “It’s my first time seeing you in your work uniform. It looks good on you” I mutter instead of answering him. He just had to go straight to the point, huh? I wasn’t ready to talk about it yet.

He hums, hands patting his pants to adjust some minor detail in the creases.

“Thank you, baby” he murmurs, lips pursing in unease. “Do you need me to drive you anywhere? Can I be of help to you? Or is leaving you alone what you need? I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, I can go if that’s better”.

I unconsciously grab his hand when he makes a move to stand up, and only then does he find out how cold they are. He scoots closer, both of his hands wrapping around mine to warm them up, eyes furrowed in thoughts as he tries to figure out what it is that I need most right now.

I sigh softly, knowing that I’m the one making things difficult at the moment. He just wants to help, there’s no reason for me to push him away.

“I’m sorry, Hobi. I’m just… it’s embarrassing, really. I was out looking for a job, but they keep using my body to refuse hiring me and I don’t know how to feel anymore. I want to make the pack proud, but it seems I keep failing no matter what I do, be it at home or out here”.

Hoseok’s eyes widen, seeing the shame in my eyes now that I’m not hiding it anymore. “They what?” he gasps while looking back at the store with new anger. “Baby, I’m sorry, that’s awful, no one should be treating you like that. How… how long have you felt this way?”

“Soon after I left the hospital, I guess” I admit quietly with a shrug. “At first, I was impressed by how great my mates were, I was proud. I mean, I still am. My mates are amazing and I’m so lucky to have them. I thought… once I’m back home, once things settle after a day or two, I can work hard too, I can be someone just as great, an omega that makes her alphas proud”.

Hoseok’s fingers tighten around mine, eyes downcast as he listens intently.

“My mind keeps telling me that part of doing so is by making you food, but none of you would let me help in the kitchen and… I don’t know. That made me feel like a failure. Like… I don’t know. I have only one spoon at my disposal, and it keeps breaking under my touch. When someone else uses it, it works just fine, but never when I do. I really want to make it work, though”.

“That’s why you signed up for that cooking class” he whispers, only now understanding why I did it. It should’ve been obvious, he saw how pained I was that they kept me out of the kitchen day after day, but he didn’t think it would have affected me that much.

“Maybe it’s linked to the past I can’t remember” I say with another small shrug. “Maybe my wolf has made links where they didn’t need to be made and now I’m stuck that way. Omega equals cooking equals worthy. I don’t know, but until I figure that out, I know that I want to deserve a place in your pack, and I’m just… not there yet”.

Hoseok wants to say so badly that I don’t need to be anything more than who I already am to deserve the pack, but he also understands my need so strongly, because he was the same, once. A young alpha with the desire to make his mates proud, to deserve the pack.

He wouldn’t have become a police chief if it wasn’t for them. Who else was going to protect them from silly laws otherwise? Many would say that such a way of thinking isn’t what a person of his rank should have, he should put the population’s safety first and his pack second, but Hoseok couldn’t do that even if he wanted to.

No, his job is there solely for his mates. He simply doesn’t care if he has to use his power and money to get them out of trouble, not that it would ever be needed. Either way, he understands more than anyone else the need to find a place that will make me belong by their side.

“What do you think will make you feel like you’re finally good enough for us?” he voices out his question after a minute of pondering, to which I hum as I look at the birds in the trees.

“That’s a good question, Hobi. Honestly, I know deep down that no matter what I do, I might never feel like I belong. That sense of belonging isn’t born out of something I own or do, it comes from inside, from here” I say as I tap a hand over my heart.

“I need to believe that I belong, but for now, I feel like I don’t even have the minimum criteria to make it there. That’s why I thought a job could be a nice place to start. That, and being a good cook. I want to see your faces light up when you eat my food. I don’t know where that need comes from, I just know that it’s very strong”.

Hoseok stares at me in silence, then speaks up softly, “Bun… could it be… is it something you feel like you would love doing every day? Not just for the pack or because you have to, but because you truly enjoy making food?”

It doesn’t even require any thinking for me to nod my head. “I think I would. Yesterday, during Bora’s class… you know, it felt good to make something under her guidance and end up with a result that made me happy. I felt accomplished for a moment, it made me want to do so much more”

His eyes blink softly, and a smile melts on his pink lips. “Bun, I think it’s possible that this could be a dream of yours. Just like Jimin dreamed of making clothes, and Jungkook dreamed of making video games. What if your dream is making food?”

I stare at him with round eyes, the words he just spoke sound almost too grand for someone like me and yet… something has never hit home as much as this does. “A dream… that sounds really nice, Hobi” I murmur quietly. “Bora and the others all said that I didn’t like cooking before, but it’s actually very enjoyable. I don’t know yet what I’d do with a dream like that, but I want to try more things, Hobi. I want to find out what I like, what I’m good at doing. No, even if I’m bad at it, I want to get better at the things that matter to me. Do you think it’s possible?”.

Hoseok’s face lights up with pure joy at my words, and he nods quickly, his eyes creasing beautifully. He holds my hands tight, squeezing them to encourage me. “Everything is possible, Y/N. Hearing you say that makes me very happy. Would it be asking for too much, for us to be there as you grow?”

I stare at him, heart twisting as I understand that my speech from yesterday made them believe that I didn’t want them near me at all. That’s not what I’d wanted to convey. It seems yesterday’s conversation wasn’t really understood that well after all, just as I’d feared.

“I would love for you to be there as I grow, Hobi” I muse softly. “Yesterday… I don’t think we understood each other the way we should have. It’s hard to figure things out, not just for me but for all of us. Namjoon was very mad… do you think he’ll want to see me again?” I let out with a worried frown that he’d immediately kiss away had yesterday night not happened.

“Of course Namjoon will want to see you again. You just have to know, bun… we had a talk together yesterday, and we figured out that it was best to not include you in the pack right now. Hear me out first” he says the end before I can counter his statement, a finger gently pressed onto my lips.

“It’s really not as terrible as it sounds. It’s a decision we made to give you time to figure out who you are, and I know how it sounds. We decided something without asking you first, again. We did hear you, though, which is exactly why we made that decision”.

I purse my lips, brows furrowing heavily as I try to not let it hurt me. He sighs deeply, hand patting mine lightly.

“We keep thinking that everything will be fine if we do what we’re used to doing as a pack with you, but that has always ended up going wrong. We thought about it, Y/N. Why does it always go wrong? Then I realized that with us, you have no space to grow. Why would we let you do anything when we can do it for you? Why would seven alphas allow their only omega to struggle when we can keep her in a comfortable nest all the time?”

He releases a dry chuckle then. “It’s restricting, being surrounded by us like that, isn’t it? That’s what we realized, yesterday. We keep you from learning and we justify it by saying that it’s only our way of caring for you. It’s second nature for us to do everything for you. But it’s not what you need, right?”

I sheepishly shake my head to answer him, and he smiles kindly. “This is why we decided to exclude you from the pack for now. By doing so, you’re not expected to listen to pack rules, Y/N. You don’t owe the pack anything, and you can do whatever you want without worry”.

Oh, so that’s why.

“What about you, though?” I ask, knowing that it can’t be that simple. “For me to get my freedom and do things however I want, what does that mean for you? Are you pulling back from being my mates as well?”

His eyes widen. “What? No, not at all. In reality… this is good for all of us, since it gives us time to get to know each other individually as mates. Forming a pack with a new wolf… it’s usually kept at the end of months of courting. We were just too fast” he explains seriously, body facing me and hands holding mine close to his heart.

“Had we done things the right way, we would have slowly gotten to know you. We would have brought you little presents, first scentless, to share our affection with you. Then, after a while, we would’ve brought some scented items like clothes and candles, to let you know that you have a home in us, should you want that. We would’ve asked for permission to scent you, a few days later. Never taking a yes for granted, because you’re to be treasured.

“From time to time, we would’ve taken you out on dates, the seven of us, to show you what it’s like to be loved and cared for by us. To show you what a life by our side could look like every day. We would have mentioned cuddles in a nest to entice you and our hugs would have lasted a little longer, hoping to get your scent on us. Then, and only then, would we have offered you a place in our pack”.

He kisses my knuckles softly. “Any normal pack would have done so from the moment they met you, but we are seven alphas who’ve never had to deal with another second gender intimately. We’re used to going straight to the point because that’s what alphas do”.

He snickers a little. “You’re an omega to seven alphas who don’t know anything about your second gender other than the fact that you need to be protected and loved. That makes for very eager and impatient mates, don’t you think?”

I share his amused smile, feeling a little better already. There’s something about Hoseok that feels like peace, it’s never complicated with him. “Considering that I was particularly traumatised back then… yeah, that does sound like a chaotic mess waiting to happen”.

He chuckles, fingers tender as they caress my cheek.

“Exactly. It seems we’re slow to understand things when it comes to you, and I’m sorry that you had to suffer so much because of us. We’ll do better. That’s why we intend to start over, from square one. We’ll earn your consent, one day at a time. If you say no, we make a step back and wait.

“That means we’ll need you to let us know when you need anything from us. The biggest change you’ll see, bun, is that we will no longer take you for granted. You are an omega to be courted by us, by your mates. Your pace will be our teacher, and your words, our master”.

I breathe in slowly as I process what he’s saying. “That means… you won’t do anything that I haven’t explicitly consented to, right? You won’t seek cuddles, you won’t scent or even stay the night, not unless I ask you to”.

“That’s right” he hums softly, hand still on my cheek and stroking it with love, the only affection he allows himself right now as my mate.

We’ve already cuddled so it’s hard to pretend like this isn’t something we both want, but he also holds so dearly the process that he and the others are attempting to start, which is to do what they should’ve done back then, when Jimin and Yoongi first met me.

“I had that conversation with Jimin, on the day I left the hospital. He’d said that you guys would not initiate anything anymore, that only what I want to happen would happen. I told him that I didn’t want that, that it wasn’t the right way to do things”.

He nods. “I remember. I know why you’re bringing that up, sweet bun. It’s not the same this time. We’re not going to pull back and never initiate anything ever again, it’s just that we’ll do things differently. You don’t have to be scared, we’re not putting all the decisions on you”.

“Yeah… yeah, okay. That’s good, then. I just didn’t want everything to fall on my shoulders, I think that would have been too much for me to deal with” I admit, relief making my next breath easier to take.

“It won’t come to that” Hoseok reassures me, forehead bumping softly against mine as he leans in.

“See it that way, if it helps. We’re now requesting your attention, rather than expecting it. We’re requesting to spend time with you, and if you can’t, we contemplate another day that would work better for you. If I crave cuddles, I will ask you if we can cuddle, the same way that you can ask for company during the night if you’re uncomfortable on your own. We’re not taking everything away from you, that wouldn’t do any good to either one of us”.

“Thank you for taking the time to explain everything to me, Hobi” I murmur, eyes closing to better enjoy this intimate moment. “If you’d only told me that I wasn’t included in the pack anymore without saying why, I would have panicked and expected the worst”.

“Of course” he says softly. “Don’t see what’s happening as a loss but as a gain. We all gain from this”.

He pulls back after giving us a few more seconds, then tucks some strands of hair from my face. “I have to get back to work, baby. Will you be fine here on your own? Are you sure you don’t need me to drive you anywhere?”.

I purse my lips lightly. “I’m not going home until I’ve tried all of the shops around here. I’m sure there ought to be one out there that could be good for me. Maybe I can ask In-yeop or Dal if they know of any places that are hiring”.

He hums softly. “Alright, you do that, baby. Let us know if we can do anything to help, okay? Anything at all”.

“I will” I assure him, now feeling so much better than when I woke up this morning. I feel stronger, more confident. His trust in me and their efforts to give me what I need to grow as well as our bond, it’s pure fuel for the power that feeds my soul.

Before he can stand from the bench, I wrap my arms around him for a tight hug, head resting on his chest where his heart is beating loudly. There is no need for words as his arms hug me back just as strongly. Silence can communicate love just as well.

“You’ve got this, baby. Show them who you are, and make them regret not hiring you if they ever turn you down” he encourages. “Don’t forget that your mate is a police chief. I’m here to take you out of jail if you ever make it there, but you have to make it count. Don’t go down without giving one heck of a good punch in the face, otherwise I’m leaving you there”.

I giggle against his shoulder. “Hobi! You shouldn’t abuse of your power like that!”

He grins. “Oh but baby, that’s precisely why I gained this power. To protect my mates”.

He pats my back before standing up. “And time is ticking. Give me a call if someone’s giving you trouble, I’ll be there in a flash” he says with a wave of the hand as he hurries back to the car, leaving me right where I was in the first place, but feeling so much better.

I hum to myself, then raise my fists at my sides in an encouraging manner. I’ve got this.

I’ll say though, asking my friends for help is a very good idea, I don’t know why I didn’t think of asking them sooner. Grabbing my phone, I make a group chat with the three of them before typing in my current situation. Hopefully that gets me somewhere.

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Takeshi Nakazato - You Belong To Me

•Takeshi Nakazato x Reader | Smut | • Word Count: 5,756. • Synopsis: In which Omega Takeshi is the ultimate simp for the Alpha he wants to be noticed by and to mark him as her own.

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In a world where Alphas were always on top, Betas being stuck in the middle, and Omegas being marked by the Alpha that wanted them as their mate, Takeshi was on the bottom of the pyramid. Most Omegas never had a say in who they got as their mate, seeing as fate was normally the one to choose their partner. There was also the case where if an Alpha wanted them, they almost always got them.

Some Omegas accepted their fate and embraced it with grace, coming to love their Alpha and start families with them. Others refused, not wanting to be bound by the threads of fate. They wanted to be independent like Betas, without the worry of being homebound most of their life after being marked.

However, there were instances where an Omega was so desperately attracted to an Alpha, that it made them want to be noticed by said Alpha as quickly as possible (and before another Omega gained their attention). It just so happens that Takeshi was going through this very predicament himself.

This instance itself was rare, but the Alpha he wanted was female; and Alpha females were even rarer. It was nearly unheard of for female Alphas to choose to be mated with an Omega for they always wanted another of their status that had just as much authority and strength as themselves. Takeshi knew it was a longshot in ever being noticed let alone wanted by the object of his affections. Yet the determination he had was strong enough for him to keep trying.

He often took suppressants to hide his scent, making others believe he was just a Beta with an attitude. He had to keep up an appearance, especially since he was the leader of his team. If his team, most importantly, Shingo, found out he was an Omega, he'd find some way to kick him off his throne. Shoji was an Alpha, and an asshole of one as well. He wouldn't hesitate to take the chance of using his status to take the Omega's place as leader.

Takeshi didn't want to have to deal with hearing more bullshit spew out of Shingo's mouth, but he had to get ready for a race that was happening on Myogi. The only thing that would make tonight much more bearable was if his Alpha showed up again. He sighed, and lightly shook his head. There he goes again, thinking she was his, yet she hasn't even glanced in his general direction. Just the thought of her looking at him with her piercing (E/C) eyes for even a second sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. He sighed again; he was hopeless.

Takeshi took his suppressants, waiting for them to kick in before he left. It was nice that his took no more than ten minutes to start working. It would be hell if they took longer, especially during season. He left only a few minutes later, starting the car and driving out of his flat complex. Omegas never got the luxury of living anywhere besides flats. They only ever got to live in a house if they had an Alpha. Betas also lived in a lot of flats, but were able to have their own property.

Takeshi grew up in a good-sized house with his parents, but when he wanted to move out, it was from there on he was stuck with living in flats. He wanted to be one of the independent Omegas that didn't want to rely and be commanded by Alphas. He was stuck with that mindset until he saw her; the Alpha he couldn't shake from his mind no matter how hard he tried. His thoughts changed after that. The thought of obeying every command she gave him, especially if it was in the bedroom, worked him up quickly. It almost made him whimper just to hear those commands come out of her mouth.

He arrived at Myogi quicker than expected, his thoughts speeding up the process as he drove. The rest of his team were already there but he was still plenty early. His friends greeted him and he did in return as he leaned on the side of his Skyline.

"Here to watch me win, Nakazato?" Shingo asked loudly, sitting on the hood of his EG with a smug smirk. His voice turned a few heads, expecting the two rivals to argue for the umpteenth time.

"Sure," was all he replied with, not wanting to get involved with more headaches than he could deal with.

"That's all? You scared I'm going to win another race you couldn't and I'll finally get my place as leader of this team?"

Takeshi sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a few seconds and crossing his arms, keeping his composure as best as possible. When he opened his eyes and looked up again, his liquid silver irises landed on the one person he so desperately wanted to see tonight, and she was looking right at him. Her attention was on him and only him for what felt like forever. His eyes widened a fraction, trying to keep calm and not make himself look like an idiot.

She saw me. She's looking right at me. She knows I exist. She's... so beautiful. His thoughts ran wild as he kept his gaze locked with hers. He had never felt so happy until now. But the world just had to be against him. Her gaze shifted to Shingo, her expression that was a mixture of seriousness, boredom, and a poker face, never changing.

He growled quietly, glaring at the Civic driver in hopes he would drop dead at any moment. He doesn't deserve her attention. She's too good for him. Takeshi didn't notice her gaze shifted back to him. With a slightly raised eyebrow, she watched him. Her hearing was impeccable, being able to pick up on his quiet growl from where she was standing on the opposite side of the road.

She was a bit confused as to why a Beta was jealously growling at an Alpha. Something doesn't add up, she thought. The answer hit her quickly, and she hummed lowly. Omega playing Beta, huh? Interesting. She took in his appearance, finding him to be quite easy on the eyes. He surely was an alluring Omega.

(Y/N)'s friend pulled her from her thoughts as she turned towards the Omega girl. She was lightly slapping her hands against (Y/N)'s arm as she squealed quietly. "What is it?"

"It's him, it's him, it's him, it's him!" (F/N) whisper-yelled, looking at someone behind her. She turned around, seeing the Takahashi brothers leaning against their cars that were parked not too far from themselves.

"Go talk to him, then." (Y/N) said knowingly, turning back around to face (F/N). The girl whined, once again explaining that she doubted she had a chance at being able to get "the most extraordinary Alpha that is Ryosuke," making (Y/N) sigh and roll her eyes before pushing the girl in his direction.

The Alpha returned her attention to Takeshi. She caught a glimpse at the right moment to see he quickly looked away from her. She hummed, amused. The Alpha in the red Civic pulled his car up to the start line when his opponent showed up and they promptly began the race.

After they took off, she decided to test a small theory that was growing in her head. When Takeshi noticed she was walking across the street over to his side, his heart nearly skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, taking subtle glances in her direction.

She wasn't sure if she had ever been near him before, seeing as this was the first time that she's noticed him. Keeping her usual, uninterested expression, she walked past him, keeping her eyes glued on the vending machine in front of her. Before she made it the wonderful machine that held small coffees, she heard a quiet, nearly inaudible whimper and uneven exhale behind her. (Y/N) smirked lightly, her theory now being confirmed.

The Omega wants his Alpha.

Retrieving a small can of coffee from the vending machine, (Y/N) turned back around, walking back the same way she came. She decided to tease him a little, see how easily worked up he could get, and how well he could contain it in public. She stopped when she was in front of him, but didn't turn towards him. Keeping her eyes straight ahead, she whispered, "Your suppressants can't hide you from me..." she gazed at him sharply through the corner of her eyes, hissing, "Omega."

Takeshi froze, his breath hitching and eyes widening. His hands started to shake lightly and he swallowed thickly. A large shiver shot through his spine at her authoritative tone. Yes! -he thought- Tell me what you want, I'll do it!

His mind responded to her as if she called to give him a command. Both his body and breath shook, waiting with such anticipation to hear what she had to say. The way she hummed after catching his reaction sounded pleased. She hadn't even given him a command and she was already pleased with him! Had he done it? Had he finally gotten his Alpha's full attention? She knew his status; she knew he wanted her just from glances alone.

She silently walked off not even a minute after she spoke to him. He was left confused. Does he follow her? Or should he stay put and wait for her to actually speak a command? Her tone was that of wanting to give one, wasn't it? He started to wonder if he imagined it at this point. With how much he's thought about hearing it, it would only be a matter of time until he misheard something. Right?

Takeshi stayed in place at the side of his car, his mind running rampant. He's never felt it so out of whack before. Is this what other Omegas feel when their Alpha doesn't give them a command after calling for them, or was he just losing it? He felt... needy and hollow. Like he had to fulfill something to fill the hollowness inside him. Alpha's wishes, his mind told him. The need to do what she wished of him. But what was it? She never said.

It was almost frustrating how such a small thing bothered his mind and body so much. The sudden sound of the radio pulled him out of his thoughts when it was announced that Shingo won the race. It didn't take long for everyone to leave. When (Y/N), her friend, and himself were one of the last few, she said something to (F/N) before walking back to him.

He looked at her expectantly, then in anticipation when she called lowly, "Omega." She reached a hand up and rubbed the back of it down both sides of his neck. She's scenting me! If he had a tail, he knew it would be wagging back and forth so fast you probably wouldn't even be able to see it.

"Go home." She commanded. He nodded several times, his heart nearly stopping when she gave him a small smile before leaving. When she sat in the passenger side of (F/N)'s car, the girl asked, "Who was that guy?"

"Just an Omega wanting to do as he's told."

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During the whole drive home, Takeshi felt like he was going to explode. Every time he had to wait at a stop light, his leg wouldn't stop bouncing. She noticed him, talked to him, gave him a command, scented him. His head was running hundreds of kilometres a second. He never thought he would be so happy to obey a command, even if it was just to go home. He supposed that's what it's like to be an Omega in love. His high school self would hate him right about now.

Time blurred right by and the lovesick racer was in bed. Before he fell asleep, he unconsciously rubbed his neck along the pillow, transferring as much of (Y/N)'s scent to it as possible. It was just as sharp as she was, yet it lulled him to sleep as the most comforting scent he's ever smelled.

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It was practice night for the NightKids and the team was gathered at the top of the pass. Tonight's practice was about time attacks and everything was going smoothly. Was.

"What's this?" Shingo started, a smirk on his face that was growing by the second, "Has our dear Nakazato been scented? What a scandal it must be for a Beta to have an Alpha's scent all over him." Everyone's attention landed on Takeshi, who was starting to get nervous, though he did fairly well in not showing it. "Unless he isn't a Beta after all." Shoji finished with the widest smirks he's ever worn.

"What does it matter if I was scented? I'm around Alphas every day. They're everywhere if you haven't noticed. It was going to happen at some point, don't you think?" Takeshi retorted.

"Oh, I know we're everywhere. I also know that we wouldn't mistakenly scent a Beta, either. I sure as hell wouldn't want my scent on a poor excuse of a Beta when I could find myself a pretty little Omega." Shingo chuckled, his two friends joining in as well. "Then again, you aren't a Beta, are you Takeshi?" he asked mockingly.

Takeshi didn't respond. In all honestly, he didn't know what to fire back with. He couldn't hide it anymore and trying to wouldn't get him anywhere. He was fucked either way and he knew Shingo was about to take control of his team. Shingo stood in front of him now, that smug smirk never leaving his face. He was only two inches shorter than Takeshi, yet he felt he was being towered over. "Well, Omega? I'm waiting."

He was scared that tone of authority would affect him the same way it did when (Y/N) called him. He was oh so relieved when nothing happened. Shingo's patience was wearing thin as he started growling lowly, still waiting for his answer. Takeshi wasn't looking him in the eye, instead staring off to the side with his head slightly turned that direction. Just as Shingo was about to take hold of his jaw to face him, an extremely pissed off yell scared everyone.

"Hands off my Omega!"

Everyone looked behind Takeshi, who turned around as well. His eyes widened with both surprise and relief when his silver irises landed on (Y/N) standing on the other side of the lot. Her gaze was dark, lethal, and screamed death as the (E/C) of her eyes was fixated on Shingo. Her slow walk intimidated him and the others even more, but Takeshi was almost reveling in the fact his Alpha was protecting him.

Shingo sweat dropped, staring at her with horrified eyes. Her mere presence alone was about to make him shit bricks. When she stood in front of Takeshi, distancing Shingo from him, she raised a finger to point at the road, he immediately flinched and cowered, not sure what she was going to do. She has power even over other Alphas, Takeshi thought, amazed.

"Leave." She seethed with a low, dangerous growl, looking between Shoji and the friends who follow him like lost dogs. They glanced at each other, hesitantly and slowly walked backwards, not daring to turn their back on her. "NOW!"

Shingo's friends took off while the latter scampered to his car, tripping over himself multiple times before making it to the Civic and hurriedly driving off. The others stood in place, too scared to make a sound, hell, even blink. She turned to them, telling them leave as well, but in a much calmer tone. They all did so with no hesitation, yet were silently grateful they avoided her wrath.

She quickly turned to Takeshi, gently taking hold of his jaw and turning his head to the side, checking him over. "Did he touch you?" she asked quietly.

"No, didn't get the chance."

"Good." She lightly rubbed the side of his jaw with her thumb and he leaned into her touch, humming quietly. If he were a cat, he'd be purring. He sighed happily when she scented his neck again. "Go home."

"I want you to go with me." He said quickly, almost desperately. Takeshi didn't want to obey her light command to go home if she wasn't going to be there with him. He wanted to sleep with her, to have the sheets covered in her scent, and to hold her close with his face nuzzled into her neck. But what he really wanted was to get marked by her. He wanted to feel her bite into his neck and feel the sharp, pleasurable mark sink into skin forever.

Every mated Omega he's met has talked about what it felt like to finally be marked by their Alpha, and every one of them explained it as one of the best feelings they'll ever experience. Now that his Alpha also wanted him, he didn't want to wait... he couldn't wait.

"I'll bring you home with me only when you take me on a date." She smirked lightly.

"Tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.

"Whenever you want."

"Tomorrow." He said firmly and she smiled.

"Tomorrow, then."

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Takeshi didn't get even a minute of sleep last night as he thought of every possible idea he could come up with, for a date worthy of (Y/N). It had to be just right; the setting, the location, the surroundings, everything. Maybe he was thinking too much into this, but he didn't want to take any chances of something going wrong.

He was starting to settle on the idea of an extravagant restaurant over in Takasaki. Hardly any dates go wrong at a place like that and if he can show (Y/N) that an Omega can also provide high quality things for their Alpha, she'd have to be impressed! Omegas rarely have the chance nor means to be able to do something like that, but luck happened to be on his side today.

When the time came, he got ready, changing into an outfit consisting of black. He didn't really have any other colours and didn't own a suit, so his black button up would hopefully have to do. He put on the best cologne he had, but not enough to completely mask his scent. He gelled his hair in the usual slicked back style before considering himself ready and leaving.

He wasn't going to lie, he was extremely nervous about how the date will go, but also excited that it's finally happening. He pulled the car over to the side of the road at the bottom of Myogi, the location where (Y/N) told him to pick her up at. The hazard lights lit up the nearby buildings with every blink and it was slightly hypnotizing. His eyes lit up as brightly as the lights when (Y/N) walked around the corner, wearing the most beautiful dress he's ever seen.

She's gorgeous. How did he ever manage to land her? He'll never know. She got in the car and gently shut the door.

"Takeshi." She lightly greeted, with her now usual, small smile.

"Hi." He replied shyly, a blush easily making its way over his cheeks.

"You look lovely," she hummed and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering, "ravishing, even."

She leaned back, hearing Takeshi stutter out, "Y-you as w-well. You look b-beautiful."

"Thank you, love. So, where is the place you had planned?" She changed the subject, helping him relax a bit.

"Oh, it's in Takasaki. Hopefully you'll like it."

"With what you suggested I wear for the setting, I'm quite sure I will." She said matter-of-factly, her smile widening.

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He certainly knows how impress a lady, doesn't he? She wasn't quite sure if he knew how expensive this place was going to be, but was quickly catching on to what he was trying to prove. It was sweet, she thought, but he didn't need to spend so much on her, Alpha or not.

She had to admit, she had never met an Omega so hellbent on gaining the attention, affection, and approval of their Alpha before. Takeshi certainly was something else. They had relaxed into an easy conversation about each other, the general questions one would ask on a first date.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly roamed over his features, and his words were blowing over her head. His talking slowed then stopped when he realized she didn't seem to be paying attention.

"Am I boring you?" he asked hesitantly, avoiding eye contact.

"No, I'm listening, but your words aren't really registering. Your looks keep interfering with that." She winked. (Y/N) chuckled when he blushed heavily, giving a shy "Oh".

He always appears so innocent, it's truly adorable, she thought.

When the bill came around, (Y/N) quickly snatched it before Takeshi had a chance. He reassured her several times that he would pay for it but she smoothly replied saying, "I know what you were intending to do and I appreciate that, darling. Now, let your Alpha take care of you." His instincts told him to leave it be and let her do as she pleased.

As they walked back to his car, (Y/N) broke the silence. "Would you be willing to let me drive? It'll only be a few minutes." Takeshi looked at her with surprise, but handed over his keys nonetheless. "I don't want you to take this as a command, Takeshi. I know how much you value your car. If you genuinely don't want me to drive, say so."

"I don't have a problem with it at all. It'd actually be nice to see you drive it..." he mumbled the last sentence, scratching the back of his head. He found it a little strange, sitting in the passenger side, but the view he had to his right was definitely a treat.

"I only asked this of you so I could actually take you home with me, rather than give directions. Much more satisfying, don't you think?" she spoke as she turned the car on. Takeshi could only nod after processing her words. His imaginary tail wagging at incredible speeds as his heart beat relentlessly.

This is it! It's finally happening, he thought excitedly, accidently letting out a whimper. (Y/N) glanced at him through the corner of her eye, saying nothing. She didn't need to ask; she could smell the pheromones radiating off of him in droves.

Within fifteen minutes she pulled into the large driveway of her house. It was on the border of Takasaki and in a rich neighborhood. Takeshi figured as much, seeing how she was an Alpha, let alone a rare one. But at the same time she was down to earth, making him almost second guess that thought. At least she wasn't the kind of rich person the Takahashi's were.

The minute he entered the house, her scent hit him like a truck. It was calming yet sharp, protective yet dominating. Takeshi loved it. Is this what made so Omegas want to stay home for? If it was, he certainly didn't mind it. But he still wanted to go out and make something of his life as well.

"You alright? Looks like something is bothering you." (Y/N) said suddenly, jolting him from his thoughts.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I was just thinking about, um-" he didn't know how to word it without giving off the wrong meaning.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know. Don't shy away from what's really bothering you. I'm here to listen, love." She spoke reassuringly, her smile helping in easing his nerves. She led him to the couch and waited for him to talk.

She didn't fail to notice how he seemed a bit hesitant and nervous to tell her his worries. About his mindset during his school years all the way up to the present. The way his thoughts on stereotypes suddenly changed when he first caught glimpse of her.

(Y/N) had found his sudden change of heart interesting when he told her the story of how set he was on not wanting to be the average, dependent Omega that stayed home and listened to every command they were given.

He was clearly relieved when (Y/N) appreciated such honesty and that she as well didn't prefer to keep her partner forever homebound and to strip them of their freedom for the sake of status and stereotypical roles.

"I have no right to take your freedom from you. Your freedom is your own and you may do what you like. All I ask is that you come home to me at the end of the day." She said lightly, almost a whisper as her eyes glimmered gently when looking at him. "If you ever change your mind and decide you want to stay home like the others, I certainly won't have any objections to it." She gave a small, playful wink that made him chuckle.

"Thank you. I appreciate it, truly."

"Of course. What kind of an Alpha would I be if my Omega lived unhappily?" she moved closer, bringing a hand to wrap gently around the back of his neck. Her thumb lightly traced the side of his neck. "Speaking of," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "I have yet to truly make you mine."

"So, what's stopping you?" he asked breathily. She was going to reply with, "Your certainty," but the look in his eyes answered that for her. Moving her hand from his neck to his jaw, she turned his head towards her, crashing their lips together. Takeshi hummed happily, eyes closing as he easily melted into the kiss.

He loved the touch of dominance she gave with each kiss, knowing that was only going to get stronger. Biting his bottom lip, she didn't ask for entrance, rather commanded to have it. The Omega gladly obeyed, giving her free reign over her new territory that she quickly marked with her tongue. Takeshi groaned quietly when their tongues met, letting her control the dance until she pulled away.

"Omega..." She commanded and Takeshi's full attention was on her, eagerly waiting to hear her full command. "My room." (Y/N) stood up, taking him by the wrist and he followed with no hesitation. As she reached the edge of the bed, (Y/N) pulled his wrist, bringing him closer as they locked lips. His arms wrapped around her waist when she let go, holding his neck with one hand and the other tangling itself in his soft hair.

She turned them around, pushing Takeshi back to lie on the bed as she straddled him. Leaving a trail of kisses along the sides of his neck, she gave small nips, making him whimper for more. His grip on her waist tightened as he gave her more access to his neck. "Omega," her breath lightly fanned his collarbone, "tell me what you want."

"A-Alpha..." He sighed heavily as she unbuttoned his shirt, her lips leaving feathery kisses along his collarbones. Slipping his shirt off, she trailed her fingers down his chest and stomach, stopping at his belt. (Y/N) unbuckled it, loosening it enough to lower his pants. Their eyes met and Takeshi was too enraptured to avert his gaze as she lowered his pants, then his boxers. His hard length was freed, earning (Y/N) a deep groan from her Omega's throat.

The blush on cheeks grew darker as he whimpered, watching her tongue slowly drag up the base, her eyes not leaving his. She left light, teasing kisses along the side, leaving Takeshi to beg for her mouth.

"P-Please, Alpha... (Y-Y/N) I want y-you, please."

She hummed, pleased at his begging. Taking him in her mouth, she slowly bobbed her head, taking more each time. His small moans turned loud when her tongue swirled expertly around him. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, quieting his moans and whimpers as his other gripped the sheets tightly. (Y/N) didn't fail to notice his sudden silence and pulled away before he could come.

"Don't shy away from me," she moved his hand away, "I want to hear everything I do to you, Takeshi. Everything that makes you feel good, I want to hear it. Understand?"

He nodded weakly, a moan quickly slipping out when she returned to her ministrations. It felt so good, but felt so frustrating at the same; just as he was near his release, she stopped and pulled away to focus on another area. When his would-be high had lessened enough, only then would she go back and work him up again.

She had left several bite marks on his thighs, and as good and arousing as they felt, they weren't the bite he was looking for. The Omega let out moans after whimpers after groans at her surreal touch, reveling in the sensations he didn't know parts of him could feel.

Slipping out of her clothes quickly, (Y/N) straddled his hips and Takeshi's hands held onto hers. His nails left small crescents on her skin as she lowered onto him, taking him in full. He let out a guttural growl that mixed with (Y/N)'s moan. She quickly set the rhythm, riding him at a pace that had them moaning and panting almost constantly.

She lightly trailed her fingers down his stomach, tracing the lines of definition. It was a pity that his loose shirts always covered such a beautiful sight. Then again, she didn't need any Alphas to come along and stare at him longer than they should. When her pace began to slow and breathing grow heavier, Takeshi rolled themselves over, taking the lead. It pleased him to hear a string of moans slip past her lips. His thrusts hit deeply, each one being fast and rough. (Y/N)'s nails clawed at his back, leaving long scratches and light cuts. It didn't take long for their release to build up and (Y/N) took the opportunity to finally mark what was hers.

"Omega." She brought a hand to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down. "You belong to me." Her breath lightly fanned over his skin before biting down on the crook of his neck, earning her the loveliest moan from his lips as he came, her high following right after. Slight whimpers and hums came from his throat as he reveled in the sensation of her bite. (Y/N) gently trailed her tongue over the mark once to soothe the pain before pulling away. She gave him a few soft pecks, telling him she would clean the cuts she caused.

With comfortable clothes back on, she led him to the bathroom, gently wiping over the cuts and the small bits of blood that trailed down his back. She did the same for the fresh mark on his neck, holding the warm cloth in place for a short time before pulling away to rinse it off. It felt nice, he thought. To have someone other than yourself take care of you even for small things such as this. He loved it. She was so soft and caring with him, gentle with all of her touches and kisses. As they lied back in bed, she doted on him endlessly and he did the same. The kisses they shared, the scenting, the protective hugs, they did it for what felt like hours before their exhaustion finally took hold of them and falling asleep.

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(Y/N) and Takeshi arrived at the top of the mountain another race was taking place on. (F/N) nearly begged the Alpha's ear off to come and hang out for the night. With much convincing, the girl succeeded.

"(Y/N)!" her friend screeched from the other side of the lot, running towards her. Both her and Takeshi turned their heads in the girl's direction due to the unholy, high pitched sound. (F/N) nearly ran into her, stopping only a few inches in front of her.

"How 'ya been?! It's been a while since we last hung out together!"

"It's only been four days, (F/N)."

"Yeah, well. Still a long time for me." She muttered before perking up quickly, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, I have news!" She said, dragging out the last word in a singsong tone.

"And what would that be?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, watching her ecstatic friend. She giggled like a schoolgirl, pointing towards Ryosuke who was leaning against the back fender of his FC talking with his brother.

"Guess who got the sexiest man on earth?! Meeee! He is the literal definition of perfection and there's no way someone is better than him, you can't change my mind!" (F/N) continued her giggles and small squeals before quickly waving and nearly skipping back over to Ryosuke's side.

"Hmm. So, she actually got him, huh?"

"I'm surprised Takahashi went for someone so... hyper." Takeshi said, an eyebrow slightly raised as he looked between the two. (Y/N) nodded, giving a short response of, "Agreed." Turning towards him and wrapping her arms around his sides, she leaned into him with a sigh that turned to a pleased hum when his arms were draped over her form.

Neither of them gave a second thought to the people who took glances at them, and the jealous glares other Alphas gave Takeshi. If anything, he found it amusing. Especially how Shingo was still scared shitless of his mate and kept his distance from her at every waking moment.

He gently squeezed her waist, smiling lightly as he looked down at her. He ran his fingers through her soft hair repeatedly, making her lean more into him and nearly purring like a cat. At least he had his car to lean on otherwise she would've easily brought them both to the ground.

"Takeshi? I don't think (F/N) called me up here actually hang around her, so why don't you and I go home? I have an Omega to love on and I'd prefer to do it there." She looked up, meeting his eyes with a suggestive smile he's quickly learned to know.

"Well, it just so happens that I have an Alpha to love on as well." He copied her smile and kissed her; the hint of excitement apparent through the action. The drive home was quick and before they were even through the door, they had each other's tongues down their throat and clothes taken off.

(It's almost as if they're horny dogs or something.)

highkey recommend!! not like the stereotypical abo stuff plus we love when oc is powerful and independent too🥰

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 vinterjeon 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)

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 carefully to the pattern that bounced off the treetops. 

Before he knew it, he was running, managing to remove his thin, tan shorts and stuff them into the tiny pocket that was strapped to his leg at the same time. The very next second, his two feet had turned into four large paws, thudding violently against the ground.

There was an unknown wolf on his grounds, an intruder.

Passing by different pack members, mostly families with young children preparing to hide in their homes, Jeongguk went over all possible scenarios in his head. Hopefully, it was just a stray looking to either join his pack or simply pass through.

The relations between the closest neighboring packs—Jeongguk’s included—hadn’t been the best lately, so trespassing like this, regardless of intentions, was certainly not a wise choice. Especially with the alarming increase of packs made purely out of violent strays. Jeongguk and the rest of the strongest male wolves would fight and even kill anyone who showed themselves to be a threat to the pack.

Or it could be the worst-case scenario, a pack of strays without a territory of their own, maybe already lying in ambush and waiting to overthrow them.

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Meeting Omega NCT + Them as Omega Househusbands: 1/10 Taeyong

Cw: A/b/o themes and dynamics, suggestive ending, masturbation(m)

Pairing: Alpha!ReaderxOmega!Taeyong

A/N: I decided to do the members individually because it would have taken too long if I put them all together and I wanted to get something out. I hope you enjoy it.

Meeting:

❤ You guys met when NCT127 was performing at one of your companies charity events. From doing some light research on them you had gained basic information like the members names and faces, from the pictures you saw Taeyong was a bit cuter than the rest. But it wouldn't be until he walked into the event that he really caught your eye, and more importantly your nose.

❤With every step he took the smell and subsequently your desire for him got stronger until he stood face to face with you.

❤As the leader of the group Taeyong felt it his responsibility to introduce himself first allowing his group members to follow his lead. So he did just that, reaching out to shake your hand with a bright smile he introduced himself. You weren't really listening after his introduction, not on purpose its just that between his look, his scent, the sound of his voice and the lingering feel of his soft skin gracing your hand the admiring the shorter man was way more interesting than listening to his members introduce themselves.

❤Unbeknownst to you Taeyong’s though process mirrored your own. That explains why throughout the course of the night he kept finding himself lingering around you, trying his hardest to remain in your presence as if he were drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

❤It was after his performance that you had finally decided that Taeyoung was the one you wanted and being a disgustingly rich alpha CEO means that you ALWAYS get what you want. and so with that revelation, your courting process began. However your plan to court Taeyong was cut short because he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Scenario:

❤Taeyong was a perfect house husband truly. After leaving NCT in favor of building a home with you, Taeyong decided that it was his responsibility as both a husband and an omega to make every minute he had with you the best it could be.

❤Due to your status as CEO you were very busy and this meant you could often go days and even weeks without seeing Taeyong so whenever you were home Taeyong made his perfect routine based off a book he read called “The Omega’s Guide to Keeping a Happy Healthy Alpha: Recipes Tips and more”

❤He begins his day at 7 Waking up, tidying his side of the bed, taking a shower, Looking at your schedule and picking/ironing your clothes for the day. At around 8 is when Taeyong begins making your breakfast and lunch (using recipes from his book ofc). He finishes cooking by 8:30 which is when you finally make your way downstairs after doing your morning routine.

❤You make it a point to spend time with Taeyong whenever you can. So if you are home then you always eat breakfast together. using that time to just relax together and enjoy each others company

❤After breakfast Tae sends you on your way lunch in hand he gives you a sweet kiss and wishes you luck with a bright smile he sends you off for the day.

❤After you leave Taeyong cleans up whatever mess the two of you made that morning before indulging in his hobbies. One of his favorite hobbies that he partakes in the most is interior design, and because of his perfectionism paired with is indecisive nature he tends to remodel parts of your house fairly often to match whatever aesthetic he is currently feeling.

❤You're no longer phased when you see charges on your card from renovators and home improvement stores only to return home and see him cooking diner in a completely different kitchen than the one you left, complete with all new ceramics, glassware, cookware and cutlery.

❤There was one time when you went on a two week long business trip and returned to find that Taeyong had the entirely new rooms built into your house which also looked completely different. While at first it may have been a bit jarring walking into completely different rooms every time you come home you let him continue living out his interior design dreams because it makes him happy and he’s damn good at it too.

❤One thing that you never understood was how despite Taeyongs love for drastically changing the house there was he never changed one room. His nesting room. The room youd think he would change the most has virtually never changed since you installed it. You eventually chalked it up to him thinking it was already perfect but Taeyongs actual reason was far simple, sentimentality. When Taeyong first moved into this house with you it was one of the best days of his life, in an attempt to ensure his comfrot in the new house you took a rare day off and helped him make his nesting room. YOU helped him make it so why would he ever change it? The nesting room was small by design but it was still full of life, decorated with picture of the two of you and full of tens maybe hundereds of items that youd bought and scented for him through the years.

❤Whenever he goes through a heat and you're away he retires to his nesting room, he slips on some of your clothing and wraps himself in your scent before setting himself up comfortably to look at the pictures decorating the walls of the small room. Slowly his thoughts devolve from sweet memories to ones of a more erotic tone. As he falls deeper into his memories of your many nights together he barley realizes his hinds slipping under your articles of clothing that adorn his lithe frame. Trailing into his boxers until he is touching himself the way that you do.

❤Taeyoung misses you when you're away and he cant wait until you come home.