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Pairing: Alpha Lawyer Kim Taehyung x Omega Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics) • Enemies-to-Lovers 

Word Count: 2000

Rating and Warnings: (M/18+) for mature themes, innuendo, and sexual content • discussion of discrimination • heats and ruts • this society is not always equitable • this world is recognizable, but many things are different  • reader is an orphan who was abandoned  • mentions of fertility

Author’s Note: I have this story already planned out, if you want to read more, please let me know. I love ABO and I have had this idea in my head for almost three years. 

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2031: Uzari Desert 

The police found you near a gas station on the outskirts of Seraph, New Mexico wearing nothing but a tattered t-shirt and tiny flip-flop sandals. 

You were two years-old. 

You didn’t know your last name, and “Kitkat” was almost certainly a nickname… 

Your picture flashed across television screens and news bulletins for weeks… but no one came to claim you.

So you bounced from home to home until your 16th birthday when you were fortunate enough to present as a rare omega. 

Then everything changed. 

Men in tailored suits removed you from your criminally negligent foster guardian and brought you to an Omega Protection Facility where you were given new clothes, good food, and an exclusive private education.

You could read any book you wanted; learn any skill you desired. Scholarship offers poured in from dozens of prime universities. Medicine and optional sedations were available to mute the physical effects of your heat until you were ready to have children or donate eggs…

You made friends. 

Graduated suma cum laude from the Harvard University.

Gained entrance into the prestigious postgraduate law program at Dionysia University.

You lived an ideal life. 

Until him.

Until he brought you to the end of yourself and the edge of reason. 

He made you desperate… and desperation drove you here. 

Not the typical location for the depraved gamble you were poised to undertake. 

Your gaze passed over the angry red letters once again. 

Alpha Penal Colony: Maximum Security

The sign on the chain link fence rattled ominously in the wind.

A sharp ache of omega heat twisted through your clenching gut. 

“Are you sure about this?” Jungkook whispered, his eyes fixed on the grim scene ahead. 

Your hand closed to a fist as another bolt of hollow pain tore over your body. 

You didn’t flinch.

“Yes.”

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A werewolf one where hes an Alpha heheh🧡

"Did you really think I won't sense that disgusting dog's scent on you?!" You were pressed against a harsh tree, the rind of it pocking your spine.

Taehyung was burning. As an Alpha, he had a lot of stuff to take care of with his pack, so he left you to the party he took you at, to resolve a problem. That party was for celebrating the New Moon which will apear in two weeks, a werewolfs specific ritual, which anounces the mating of the Alpha.

"Answer me, Y/N!"

Taehyung was your boyfriend and as well as mate. He picked you when you saved his baby sister's life from being eaten by a wolf from the rival pack. He took care of your wounds that night and fell asleep cuddling you at his chest. The next day, you two realised he scented you in sleep. Which means you two have to complete the mating by making love, in two weeks, when the New Moon will be up.

"T-Taehyung I- " but he pulled you to him into a hard and harsh kiss, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, almost with force. The kiss was possesive and sloppy, imposing and completly dominated by his jealousy. You leaned into the kiss, leaving yourself soft into his strong grip.

"I leave you for one hour, thinking you are gonna be a good girl and then I find you with that fucking disgusting dog all over you?"

While he was away, a wolf from his pack asked you to dance. You were bored, so you gave in, thinking it won't hurt anyone. The next thing you knew, he was rubbing his scent all over you. Until Taehyung came back and well... here you are.

He ripped your top from one move, leaving you gasping, your nipples erecting by the cold of the night. "Such a little slut" he smirked and pushed his face between your breasts, attacking them with huge bites, leaving purple marks behind and making you a whimpering tomato. You holded his dark locks, softly tugging on them when his hot mouth found one of your nipples, giving it a hard suck and smacking your other breast.

"You know what, Y/N?" he looked up at you. You rised your eyebrows, confused and turned on, ready to be ravaged.

"I think I will mate you tonight."

He said, nibbling at your hard nipple and sliding down your pants along to the underwear, making you moan in anticipation, into the night.

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what fate decides [taehyung x reader] [part 1]

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summary: You're a beta in love with your best friend, alpha Kim Taehyung. Except you know that you can never fulfill his dominating urges, so you draw a line between the two of you. Cherish his small kisses and embraces until an omega has to come along.

Until one day, you're not a beta anymore. Now, it's nearly impossible to resist the protective, endearing alpha in front of you.

pairing: taehyung x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, self-depricating thoughts, fluff, alpha/omega, a/b/o dynamics, best friends to lovers, slow burn ish, smut, mature, swearing

If there’s one thing you pride yourself on, it’s being a year older—and thus wiser—than Kim Taehyung. Taehyung Kim. Tae-tae. Whatever the idol’s nickname is. He’s got thousands, no doubt. 

Or at least, you think it’s easier pretending not to know him. You see the idol on the screen, hear your friends gushing over him, and wonder if the two of you ever becoming close—so close that you were inseparable when you were younger—was a dream. Back then, the day turned into a week, a week into years, and a year into years. 

Sometimes the feeling of nostalgia sinks in when you scroll through your old texts with him. Sometimes you wish to beg him to come back when he takes a flight back to Korea, but you realize that one of you has to be the adult. And because you’re older, it basically means that the responsibility falls on you, no matter how stubborn or persistent he is. 

Thank God you’re a beta, and unaffected by his alpha presence. The fact that he is an alpha is infuriating. His ego is large enough, and though he loves basking in compliments, lips curling upwards into a boxy smile, there needs to be someone to knock him down a peg or two. Hence, the (somewhat) calm-headed, (mostly) logical beta: you. 

Though he really is testing that side of you right now, pulling at your heartstrings. When you told the idol that he can visit your apartment in Los Angeles, you didn’t mean, “Hey, bring all your members along so I can be humiliated in Harry Potter pajamas and blubbering Korean.” Except now the idols entered your apartment anyways, and Taehyung was giving them a tour like he owned it, flinging his arms out and pointing at various exhibitions—your rooms. 

“Here, Noona,” he flings the hoodie draped over his arm at you. “You look cold.” 

“I—thanks, Taehyung.” You respond gratefully. Not that Los Angeles is cold. The sun’s beating down through your curtains, the light bright enough to blind you in the mornings as you sip a coffee on your plush, red sofa. But since you were younger, you’ve always been cold, especially once you woke up. 

“You have any snacks? Or ice cream? Jungkook might be hungry.” The alpha steps closer to you when you slide your head through the hoodie, trying to find the hole from your left arm. Grasping the fabric, he holds it out for you, and you beam up at him. 

“I think so. I can also whip out something if you guys want breakfast.”

“No,” he says, voice firm, eyes locking with the members. “I came to hang out with you, not make you serve breakfast.” 

“It’s really okay,” Jungkook adds hastily, and Jimin smirks in return. Then, someone’s stomach grumbles in reply, and you all glance at the blushing leader.

“It’s me digesting!” He blurts. You snort at how ridiculous it sounds, because seriously. If they came to Los Angeles, it’s a crime to not eat. The food here is a fusion of all cultures blended together, which is why it has one of the best ones in the world. You know your mother hates hearing this, but you think that the food in Koreatown suits your tastes better than the authentic food in Korea. It’s just a perfect blend between the modern and traditional culture, and you can’t go back. 

“There’s leftover gamjatang in the refrigerator that I brought yesterday, if you guys want. I also have rice and can make you a—”

“Y/N,” your friend insists, wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from going anywhere. Not Noona. Not ya, or some other rude nickname he gives to you when he should respect that you’re older (though it is just a year, Korean standards say otherwise). “Stop. I know you’re tired. You don’t need to.”

You stare up at Taehyung, who has his hair slicked back and is staring back into your eyes, as if challenging you. Ugh. Screw him. You know he knows that you’re terrible with eye contact.

“It’s not that I feel the need to,” you explain, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. “I want to, I promise.” 

Taking care of people—Taehyung included—made your heart swell, and made you soft inside. Your love language giving wise is acts of service, and yeah, it might end up with you giving more than you should, or people taking advantage of you. Taehyung had seen that happen firsthand with his ex-girlfriends, or with those who had a crush on him, thinking that you did that because you were forced to. But these are his members, people he’s been with for years and trusts.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, lowering your voice. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

Running a hand through his hair, he nods and stalks off where Yoongi is residing on your couch. You smile brightly at the rest of the members, who have been quiet or averting their gazes at your conversation. 

“You want help setting the table?” Jin offers. You nod. 

“I was also thinking about making some kimchi stew.”

“I can make that!” Jimin pipes in. 

“Jimin ah,” Namjoon winces. “Your last kimchi-jigae was too salty. Maybe next time.”

“But practice makes perfect.” The idol rolls up his sleeves, suddenly looking determined to prove himself. “Just get me an apron, and I’ll whip up a masterpiece in seconds.” 

“Or Taehyung can, since he’s been learning how to cook,” Namjoon says, wincing. Oh, yeah. You heard about that on social media, him uploading pictures of his food or sending them to you. 

“My kitchen isn’t big enough,” you tell him regretfully. “I think Jin and I will have to make do.”

That part is true. Washing the dishes is a one-man show, because next to it is the refrigerator, and then the cabinet. The stove is behind you, and a small counter divides the kitchen with the living room. It’s cozy, but because LA apartments are so expensive, you had to make do with this small one. Even if Taehyung pressed about buying you a house, you couldn’t accept it. What would his future girlfriend think, that he brought his best friend a house? Knowing how conservative Korea is, you don’t want to step over that line.

Plus, you get free reign to place rugs anywhere you want on the hardwood ground. 

You hold in a laugh with the grateful glance the leader shoots you, and ushers Jimin away. 

“And how do you expect me to come to your shoot?”

“I’ll let the staff know,” he says, as if it’s obvious. “And you can just come in and watch.”

“You’re what—twenty something? All grown up. You can handle a shoot on your own.”

“But you’ve never seen me work.”

“I’ve seen you work. At concerts.” 

“It’s not the same thing, Noona. And you said that you’d hang out with me when I came to visit you. You weren’t lying, were you? You said you’d make up for all the birthdays we missed apart.”

Ding ding. Another point for Taehyung. “Alright, where’s your shoot?”

“In Korea.”

“Korea!” You practically shriek. “Taehyung, no.”

“Why not? You said your novel’s set in Korea, isn’t it? It’ll be good research, and you get to see your parents.”

Yeah, this is a good opportunity for you, as a writer who literally has no job except freelancing. But… 

“Noona.” The word alone makes you flinch, and you sigh at the idol in front of you. Legs crossed in front of you, Taehyung juts his lower lip out, pouting. He intentionally parted his bangs to give you a pleading look, too—but you refuse for it to affect you—you never know what this alpha is up to next. “C’mon.” 

Then again, your willpower is never that strong around him.

“No, Taehyung. I can’t go.”

“Is this about the money?” When is it not about the money? 

“I have plenty of money,” he adds. You snort. 

“Yeah, that much is obvious.” He’s practically plastered on every billboard, and any moments he has with women are trending. Though you don’t tell him, your favorites are the book memes that come out of it. God, you feel awful for laughing, but it’s just hilarious. Like the meme of how this one person mentioned that they’d get pregnant if Taehyung gave her the gaze of “I’ll take you to the bookstore.”

“What are you giggling about?” The corner of his mouth tugs up into a smile, and he pokes your cheek. 

“Nothing.” A grin stretches across your face. “Seriously. I’m saving up for Korea myself, don’t waste your money on me.” 

“I love giving you my money,” he retorts immediately. “And you always stole my money in high school, what’s a few years older?”

“Shut up!” You smack his shoulder, and he snickers. “I’m pretty sure I paid back that amount enough, too, dealing with you.”

“I told you, I can help you out. You know I make more than enough.” But your pride won’t let him. As someone older than him, it’s ingrained in you to pay for him, not the other way around.

“It’s—it’s my job because I’m older—”

“Get that thought out of your head,” he murmurs. Taehyung takes a deep breath. “I love taking care of you, Y/N, alright?”

“You need to stop using my name,” you groan. “It’s rude. How have we become this casual over the course of what? Over a decade?” 

“I like your name.” And he inches closer, nose brushing your neck as he places a soft kiss there. You don’t even know how he knows that you’d melt from that, but you do. Hands shoot out to grab his biceps, and he rests his forehead in that crook, body at an odd angle because he’s hunching over you, torso twisted. 

Taehyung likes physical contact, you remind yourself. Nothing more, nothing less. Again, thank God you’re a beta, and your scent—both giving off and smelling—is minimal. Also, bless the universe that the alpha in front of you is wearing suppressants today. 

“I missed you,” he whispers. 

You press your lips together. “I don’t know. I wasn’t planning to, but—”

“Please,” he hushes, breath hitting your skin. Making the moment so intimate. “Come with me.”

Hands hold both sides of his cheeks, and you stare. Rub your thumb in circles, and his eyes darken. Darken with a promise, with worry from your answer, with something. 

“Okay,” you say. “Okay.” 

A week later, upon arriving in Korea, Taehyung sends you a text, along with a pinned location.

Taehyung: Come.

Taehyung: Please.

Taehyung: I’ll be waiting.

“He’s not in a good mood today,” Namjoon comments on the obvious. Taehyung isn’t out here yet, but the other members are slowly trickling in.  

As you stand in the midst of the photoshoot for Vogue, you nod. “Thanks for letting me know.”

In return, the leader mimics your action and heads over to the director. The chatter around you is growing, as interns run in with drinks for the staff and the idols, and as directors shout where the lights should be placed. It’s like the scene is shifting in circles around you, and as you hide in the corner, you love it. Watching everyone enter their own element, running on adrenaline until the shoot is over. The determined glances, the peering in the cameras, the directing. Your heartbeat quickens seeing everything unfold in front of you, and you rock on your heels to contain your excitement. 

“Ah, hello!” Hoseok smiles. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Well, that’s sudden. “Uh, su—”

“Can you get Taehyung? He’s—well—” The idol stumbles over his words. “He’s in one of his moods. And, well, since we’re all alphas, we don’t want to be messing with his area.”

Oh. Oh. You flush. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Ah, yeah.” He scratches the back of his neck, and stunned into awkward silences, the two of you slink away from one another. “He’s in the dressing room.”

Roaming down the halls, you knock on his door. Well, BTS’s door. 

No answer. 

“Taehyung?” You question, and stick your head in. The dark mess of hair stiffens when you do. 

“Did the members send you here?”

You can’t help yourself, gazing at his muscles and the hard ridges of his body as he slumps down the chair, legs open wide. In fact, your mouth almost goes slack at the sight, but you reign it in, knowing that the other members are waiting. Because Taeyoung’s broodiness—or, him being pissed all morning—could only mean one thing. He’s about to go into rut soon. 

“Bad morning?” You chirp from where you’re at, not wanting to intrude or do something that would piss him off even further. There was never a telltale sign as to what Taeyoung hated, so close to rut. Not that he ever lashed out at you. But you saw how he would grimace, or hide the discomfort of your actions. 

“Ha. Very funny,” the idol grumbles, then frowns. “Why are you so far away?”

“No reason,” you grin, and inch closer. “Just thought you wanted to sit alone today.”

“Sit on me,” he orders, grouchy. You carefully settle yourself on his thighs, but can’t help but shift forward to drape yourself all over him. You can’t help it—he’s just that comfortable. His shoulder is the perfect pillow for you to rest your head on, and the crook of his neck is the perfect place for you to dig your face into, hiding away from the world. And it’s like he owns you, with the way his palm sometimes curves around your nape, or the way he guides you, or the way he curves his hand around your hip and draws you closer. 

You tell yourself it’s the Alpha instincts within him, taking care of his best friend. In his mindset, you’re pack. Making sure that your nervousness isn’t stinking up the room. Making sure you’re safe and tended to. 

But sometimes, you hallucinate. 

“Are you staying until I end today?”

“That’s what I was planning to do, unless it goes on for too long.”

“I didn’t know if you were coming today,” he admits. His arms tightening around you and pulls you closer, smothering you in his scent. Of the ocean. Of sand. It’s nice. The issue is that your heart flutters when catching hints of it, like it did in high school. Then it’d fall, or be stomped to pieces when he came home every night talking about the girl he wanted to impress. You forgot her name—never bothered to learn it in the first place, just trying to pick up your broken pieces when he shattered you. And one day, he came home, saying he lost his virginity. Saying that he was happy he gave it away to the one person.

That’s when your project began. To move on from Taeyoung, the reason of your existence. Because the only reason you two met was because of your mothers. That’s it. If not, fate would have never allowed you to collide.

And you understood. He’s an Alpha, with urges no less. You’re a beta. You weren’t going to ruin anything. 

“Namjoon showed me the fancy director chair you got me,” you tease, fingers finding his hair and tugging a strand. 

“Mhm.” A deep inhale. “I better go.”

The untangling is slow, but you cherish those moments, keep it tucked away with memories only you have with him while your mind chastises your heart. 

It’s just like every other night back then, you tell yourself. Taehyung’s oblivious to your feelings, and you’re here beating yourself up over it without saying anything.

And you know—if you’re going to keep quiet, you shouldn’t take it out on Taehyung because that would be unfair to him. 

Besides. You loved him too much to break what the two of you have.

to be continued...

what fate decides [taehyung x reader] [part 2]

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summary: You're a beta in love with your best friend, alpha Kim Taehyung. Except you know that you can never fulfill his dominating urges, so you draw a line between the two of you. Cherish his small kisses and embraces until an omega has to come along.

Until one day, you're not a beta anymore. Now, it's nearly impossible to resist the protective, endearing alpha in front of you.

pairing: taehyung x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, self-depricating thoughts, fluff, alpha/omega, a/b/o dynamics, best friends to lovers, slow burn ish, smut, mature, swearing, car accidents

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You remember how he used to creep through your window and curled up next to you. Your bed creaked as you let him settle, but every sound—as he took off his shoes, chucked off his jacket, ran a hand through his hair, all this illuminated in the moonlight—shattered your heart. It’s as fragile as glass whenever he’s around, and wonder how many more times you’d have to mend it together until it’s just not possible. 

“What’s it like?” You had to ask. “Being an Alpha?”

You’re sure that your memory is different from his. All you remember is coming home one day, ready to throw the kid out the window because he annoyed you all day, placing pranks for you around the school and sticking his tongue out. It’s not fair that the sunbae’s loved him too, and that he got away with everything if he smiled wide enough. The boxy smile and crinkling in his eyes were enough to melt any girl’s heart, including yours. Though you expected to confront him about that and skipping classes, his mother confronted you—telling you he was an alpha. 

He was sixteen then. You seventeen. But by then, you were well-aware of the impacts of designation. Enough so that you left without asking questions. 

His arms went around your waist. Mouth near the back of your neck, him burying his face in your shoulder. Legs tangling up with yours. As a beta, senses weren’t as heightened, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t smell someone else on him. Mijun. And it made you want to throw up. Because it’s all too clear what he spent the night doing—calming his urges down.

Well, not urges, but… yeah. It was mutual for the two of them, and you liked Mijun as an acquaintance. She was one of the few people who treated you nicely and hung around Taehyung at the same time. 

“What’s it like?” He asked in return. “Being a Beta?”

“Dull,” you responded. Hopeless. Beta’s and Alpha’s don’t go together. They just don’t. Biology demands for an Omega to be with an Alpha. Same with the other way around. You, you were like the leftovers the world created. The followers—the secretary in the movie that cleaned up after everybody’s mess, but was never given credit for it. 

At least, that’s how it felt as a teenager. 

“Uncontrollable,” he told you. Added, “The only time I feel like I’m in my right mind is with you.”

Yeah, because you’re logical. There’s nothing more to this exchange except that you two will be friends. And it only made the bitter taste in your tongue get worse. 

That part didn’t change. 

There are certain telltale signs—other than the additional signs of aggressiveness, stronger scents that even you can pick up, and constant growls—that accompany Taehyung when he’s about to go into rut. For one, the idol becomes impossible overbearing, becoming attached to your hip and hovering over you like you’re either pregnant or weak. 

This is one of the many reasons I didn’t come to Korea, you think, as the alpha comes in with several grocery bags. Like come on, you are a Beta. Capable of carrying both an Alpha and Omega on your backs, which is why usually you had positions where you were the mediator. It’s a talent, multitasking—doing jobs and calming down both so called levels simultaneously. 

“Did you want to eat something?” 

“No,” Taehyung mutters, scowling at the string of hoodies on the ground. In your defense, you were entranced in a scene, and refused to be sucked out of it. Cleaning up after yourself would cause you to lose all the ideas you came up with plot wise. “I’m cooking tonight.” 

“You learned how to cook?” You laugh. 

He scowls. “Of course I learned how to cook. Who’s going to take care of you? All you do is order to-go food.”

It’s not just the food that’s annoying him—you can tell. It’s the fact that the two of you fought over where you would stay. Taehyung kept arguing that his apartment was available, but you didn’t want to take advantage. And yeah, you understand that it’s stupid not accepting a free space where you don’t have to pay rent, but then when you think about how the media would portray it, it all sounds wrong. So you reside in a small apartment a bit larger than your studio, and let him come over. 

“Hey!” The protest rings loud and clear. “I can cook a great ramen, where the noodles aren’t overcooked and there’s just the right amount of broth. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“No, because ramen isn’t healthy.” 

“If you’re going to be like this, find an omega to spoil, Taehyung ah,” you joke. Your heart clenches, but you force the smile to remain on your face. It’s better this way, to create distance. Now that you can’t do that by land or ocean, you have to do it through words. 

Yes, it’s painful, pushing Taehyung away. But you’ve lived with the fantasy of a beta and alpha being compatible for years, only for it to be crushed whenever he slept with another girl, or snapped at you through his ruts. Just like the alpha could be gentle, he could be vicious, too. And it wasn’t—isn’t—your job to calm him down in that area. 

It’s his omega’s.

98% of marriages between an alpha and beta end in divorce, you tell yourself when the idol clenches his jaw. Taehyung and you won’t be any different, not that he’s even interested in you in the first place. 

“So, what are you going to cook?”

“Curry,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. The other hand is placed on the small of your back as he kisses your shoulder, then your forehead. “Go rest, love. You look like you’re about to topple over.”

Yeah, because the mattress that you bought—one of the cheaper ones—isn’t as great as the one in America. And as you’re getting older, your back is only annoying you more. So you lay on the sofa as Taehyung cuts the green onions and starts chopping the carrots in silence. When he started cooking, you can’t even recall. All of a sudden, he just starting to grow taller than you did, and take care of you like you used to take care of him. 

It’s unsettling, really. 

You want to scream.

In joy, of course.

Heading home from a cafe, you’re beaming, nearly tripping over the sidewalk as you run home. You managed to finish plotting your novel, and are finally—finally—satisfied at how it would turn out when you start writing it. And today is the day—it has to be. You’re running home when the idol himself calls. 

“You have a meeting today with the PD?” You ask. “Or do you not have anything better to do than annoy me?”

“Ha,” Taehyung mutters. “Funny. I was wondering—” That’s when you spot him. Wearing a coat and dress pants, along with a pair of sneakers by the streetlamp. The wind’s blowing, sending the December snow scattering into your eyes, but you squint through it to get a better glance at him. Your nose is cold, and your teeth are chattering, and you should be home. But here you are, picking Taehyung up. There’s a scarf around his neck, but you know it’s not from him. It’s not his. Shivering, your hands are too numb to press the end call button. 

Taehyung’s eyebrows knit together, but then he glances up. His eyes are smiling already when he steps forward. And you don’t think. You run.

Stupid, stupid mistake. The light might be green, but the snow’s heavy. And your timing has always been terrible. Your legs ache, but then you slam into something. Lights—yellow? white?—flash in front of your eyes, and you don’t know what happens. You’re just on the ground. Your bones feel like they’re shattered, and you whimper. It’s more than numbness you’re feeling now.

Fire. Fire is spreading all throughout your body, and it’s like something has knocked out your voice, making it impossible for you to do anything. 

Then fear. It sets in like the ice pricking your skin. You want to thrash, but you can’t. 

“Love? Love. Love,” he repeats. First with the nickname he gave you, then your actual one. Hovers above you, calling your name, voice hoarse and throaty, panic laced in the edges. Just like always, you’re drawn into Taehyung, your senses tunneling in to focus on nothing but him. Even the sirens drift into the background, along with the other hands that are grabbing you, checking your pulse, making sure you’re alive. 

“Stay with me!”

BONUS (cause I was bored and wanted to stay in this drabble for a little longer):

Providing for you pleases Taehyung. You don’t know it, of course, but the way you unconsciously react to him—eyes brightening, lips curving upwards, and head tilting back—it tells his alpha that you’re submitting to him, eager for his return. Sometimes, before he can think better of not ruining the friendship the two of you established, he’ll lean in and wrap his arms around you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck.

Fighting the urge to mark and bite it. Leave hickeys around in the area so everyone—including you—can know you’re his. For now, he has to provide indirectly. Making sure that you have a nice apartment, one that isn’t blocked by other buildings and has the right amount of sunlight. You also like the garden balconies, so he gets you one. 

Anything you want, anything you need, it’s yours. 

“We could sleep. It’s just the same bed,” he protests. “We’ve done it since we were kids. Fuck, we take naps together even now with you and top of me.”

“That’s on the sofa.” 

“And what’s the difference of it being on a bed?” 

“There is no difference,” you hesitate. “But you are in rut, Taehyung.”

“Noona,” he sighs. “I’m not a teenager anymore. I’m in tune with my alpha, and I know when my rut will hit me hardest. I promise I’ll be out by then, but I just want to cuddle with someone who’s not my members at all. So come upstairs, okay? I’ll be waiting.” 

He’s not wrong—he is comfortable. Legs tangled together, you let him play with the strands of your hair, arms wrapping around his waist. You can hear his heartbeat, head laid directly over it. That, along with the soft coos his alpha makes, causes your eyes to grow drowsy. So when Taehyung pulls away for a second, you mumble incoherent words, something about your heating pad disappearing. 

And then the alpha hears it—the soft whines that settle when he molds himself to you again. It subsides in an instant, and his eyes widen when he takes in your closed eyes and parted lips. If anything, your beta is calling out to him, and though the two pairs—alpha and beta—aren’t usually mated, this itself shows that you’re attached to him. 

More than attached. Attracted. 

What Fate Decides [Taehyung x Reader] [Part 3]

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summary: You're a beta in love with your best friend, alpha Kim Taehyung. Except you know that you can never fulfill his dominating urges, so you draw a line between the two of you. Cherish his small kisses and embraces until an omega has to come along.

Until one day, you're not a beta anymore. Now, it's nearly impossible to resist the protective, endearing alpha in front of you.

pairing: taehyung x reader

chapter tags/warnings: angst, fluff, alpha/omega, a/b/o dynamics, best friends to lovers, slow burn ish, smut, mature, swearing

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The accident turned you into an omega.

Okay, that’s kind of a lie. You were a dormant omega, apparently, but now you’re a real one. Or something like that. In truth, your face had been pale, and though the doctor’s mouth was moving, nothing seemed to register. Finally, you had been comfortable with being a Beta. And then suddenly, the world shifts it’s axis, it being Wacky Wednesday or something, and you’re an Omega.

You release a wry laugh. What a joke. 

A joke, because you lost your best friend.

A joke, because you lost your freedom. 

A joke, because you feel as if you just lost everything. 

The door swings open to your studio, and you watch as Taehyung is fumbling outside your doorway, hands in his pockets, peeking up from you from under his bangs. Though you normally wouldn’t think anything of it as a beta, the omega side suddenly sees it as groveling. An alpha hunching over and submitting to his omega. 

Ha. Like you’re his omega. There are thousands of them lined up already, begging for his attention no doubt. Adding yourself to the list among the more experienced, and beautiful, ones is a waste of heartbreak. 

“Do you want to come in?” You hesitate, and his mouth twists as he straightens. He’s tall. 

No surprise there. The only surprise should be that your omega is reacting to his height.

“You’re not on suppressants,” he starts, forming into a mother hen. “You have to be on suppressants.” 

God, you can’t even tell how much time has passed since the accident and he’s already making a list, throwing you into the omega life. And besides, it’s been like a week after you discharged? He was there every day at the hospital, but now that you could walk without any issues, he disappeared? 

“I don’t want to be,” you protest. “Why do I have to? I’ve never—”

Oh. Right. Because you’re different now. You sigh at the thought of the mundane life escaping further from your grasp. “Do I have to, though? Is there no other option around it?” 

That makes Taehyung pause from the doorway, and he turns around. 

“There’s this thing,” he starts, swallowing. “Called scenting. And you have a scent that can draw Alphas—”

“But you smell, too,” you wrinkle your nose. “And nobody attacks you or anything—”

“It’s not safe,” he repeats, but there’s a layer underneath it. Dangerous. Possessive. Raw. He growls, and you melt in his arms. Into a puddle of arousal, with the slick gushing out of you and the way your gut is aching. 

“Omega,” he thunders, and something shifts. He’s inching closer, and in the next moment, Taehyung’s kissing your jaw. Groaning. Murmuring, Omega. Let me scent you.

And you tell him—Yes. And when his mouth covers your gland and sucks, you cry out and clutch his arms.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groans once more. His teeth scrape the back of your neck, where your gland is located, and you babble incoherent words. “Omega. You smell so good. Taste fucking delicious.” 

This is not a good idea. 

But it’s one that your heart wants. 

Taehyung knows he should contain himself. He has to be the alpha that helps his best friend find a suitable companion. But he can’t help but think that you’re his omega, no matter how much he attempts to think otherwise. He doesn’t want to ruin the dynamic he has with you, but goddamn, he’s attuned to every one of your movements. Like the way you’re curled up against him as the movie plays, legs on top of his own, and head leaning against his chest. There are small, barely audible throaty sounds coming from you as you watch the couple fight, clearly disliking it. And he can’t help but wonder how it feels to suck on your gland again until you’re smothered in his scent.

Then he can’t help but imagine you under him, knotted and preening. He already knows you’re vocal with your whimpers and sighs—and if you can’t stop squirming, he’ll pin you to the bed and bite your glands on your wrists… and rut into you. Fuck, he might not even be able to pull out to thrust back in. 

“Taehyung?” You murmur, eyes wide and innocent, most likely catching the way he stared at you. Like he wanted to devour you. 

In return, the alpha mumbles your name and rests his forehead on your shoulder. It’s hell, he thinks, jaw clenching. You’re wearing his hoodie and no shorts under it, and he’s breathing in your lavender scent, mind repeating: this is hell, but also what content is like. 

It’s insane, how much comfort you bring. You brought it as a beta, but you’re also bringing it as an omega. Taehyung kisses your cheek and embraces you, closing his eyes for a second. The fact that you’re alive and breathing under him—that is enough. It’s all he can ever ask of you, to just keep smiling at him. 

There are some things that changed about him. He started—and he knows that you noticed—calling you love, or baby. He buries his head in the crook of your neck constantly, making sure you smell like him and he you. Satisfaction thrums through Taehyung’s veins when he can smell himself on you. 

Knowing that scenting you earlier meant that you belonged to him. That all his members could smell who you belonged to. His Alpha loves it, too, instead of thrashing around and causing anxiety. Finally, his head quiets. No thoughts about coming home, taking care of you, making sure you’re well fed, rings through his mind. 

“I have something to tell you,” he blurts, and you glance up.

Fuck. He can’t take it anymore. Screw company guidelines. Screw what people thinks. He wants you. All of you.

You’re his happiness; there’s no doubt in his mind that fate put you together. 

“I love you,” he murmurs, placing your hand over his chest, directly where your heartbeat is. “You’re everything to me. My whole world. My—”

“Your omega?”

“My omega. Just like I’m yours, too.” 

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a bit of brattiness. (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

genre: smut; wolf au

word count: 3k

warnings: alpha!tae, omega!reader, luna!reader, breeding, hairy taehyung, assertion of dominance (male and female), degradataion, slight jk appearance, alpha kink, exhibitionism, etc.

summary: you’ve been a bit of a brat lately. taehyung doesn’t mind, but the members of his pack seem to have an issue with it. (i combined two requests in this one-shot. enjoy!)

(shoutout to @taesluttt​ for sending me this gif.)

You’ve found it a bit difficult to entertain yourself as of late. 

Taehyung was always busy doing something that pertained to keeping his pack in order, and although you had just as much of a right as he did to know what was going on outside of what the members knew, you weren’t really in the mood to deal with the stress of it at the moment.

You’d leave that to him for now.

Taehyung was out at the store buying groceries for the pack. You told him you’d go with him-- actually, you really wanted to go with him because it’d give you a chance to go outside for once in quite some time, but he insisted that you stay home and watch over his pack members.

You persisted, telling him that they were grown men and could handle themselves for a few hours, but he shut you down immediately.

“Be good for me, sweetheart. If everything is in order when I return, I’ll play with you, alright?”

He then gave you a kiss on your forehead, and left with a smirk on his face.

He had been gone for three hours now.

In his defense, it always took him a while to go grocery shopping. Food never lasted in this house, and why would it when there were seven hormonal male wolves cooped together in here?

So, here you were, sprawled out over your shared bed with a frown on your face and your phone in your hand.

You contemplated texting him, but you knew that he’d get immensely frustrated if you texted him while he was busy if it wasn’t an emergency.

He’d see it as a break in the trust that you had in him, which you learned the hard way when he first brought you into his pack.

You’d never live the embarrassment of that day down.

You rolled your eyes at the thought. You weren’t as submissive as you were back then anymore. The only person who could earn your submission was Taehyung, obviously.

Well, not earn. It was in your DNA to please your Alpha.

He gave you an order to watch over the pack, and you weren’t following it. If he found out (which he definitely would because Yoongi loved to rat you out to Taehyung), you’d never hear the end of it.

You got up off of the bed, not bothering to put on shorts underneath the shirt you were wearing, which belonged to Taehyung. 

He only allowed you to wear his clothes around the house, mentioning that it was something about the smell of himself constantly on you that kept him sane.

You didn’t mind. All of his clothes were comfortable anyway. 

You began to walk down the stairs, heading for the living room which was where all of the boys had been since Taehyung’s departure, and you knew for a fact that they hadn’t moved since because you could still hear the loud gunshots from the video game they were playing.

They all heard you approaching because of their sensitive ears, but they barely spared you a glance before all of their attention was back to the gigantic screen in front of them.

Once you had gotten down the stairs, your eyes were immediately drawn to the mess that was the entire downstairs area of the house.

“What the hell is this?” You yelled, although the noise of the game drowned out your voice entirely.

You couldn’t believe them.

You cleaned earlier today, and they trashed everything within the span of just a few hours? Absolutely not.

You walked over to the couch that they were seated on, some of them actually on the cushions, others on the arms of the couch, or either laid out on the floor.

“Would any of you care to explain this mess?” You spoke, crossing your arms and shaking your head in disbelief as you looked out at the mess again.

“Mess?” Namjoon spoke immediately, eyes trained on the screen in front of him with his tongue poking out slightly.

“Don’t call yourself a mess, Luna. You look wonderful today.” You closed your eyes and tilted your head to the side.

You needed them to clean this up, and you needed it done quickly. Taehyung could be home any minute now.

You walked over to the TV and stood right in front of the screen.

Instead of complaining like you expected them to, they all turned their heads to the side and continued to jam their thumbs against the controllers.

“Alright, you’re done with this.” You mumbled to yourself, as you turned around and grabbed the cord in the wall that powered the TV.

You pulled it out and held it in your hands, a small smirk on your face as the boys stared at you with unimpressed looks on their faces.

“You do know that we could take that cord from you and plug it back in, right?” Yoongi asked, legs spread open as he sat the controller in between his legs.

“Not if I take it into my bedroom.” You quickly responded, eyeing him carefully while spinning the cord around in your hand. You were just as unimpressed with him as he was with you.

He rolled his eyes, as did a few of the other boys.

“Or have you forgotten that you’re not allowed in there?” You laughed, disconnecting the cord from the TV as well so the entire thing sat in your hands.

“Oh, come on!” Jimin groaned, tossing his head back in annoyance as he ran a hand through his black locks.

“Could you please just plug the cord back in, Luna?” Jeongguk asked, his doe eyes wide as he gave you his best attempt at a pouty face.

You cooed at his adorableness, but you still shook your head.

“No, but I’ll make you a deal.” You sighed, dropping the cord on the floor next to  you. All of their eyes followed the black thing as it hit the ground, but none of them dared to reach for it now with the threat of Taehyung figuring out.

“You clean up this atrocity,” You paused, squinting your eyes at the way they all sighed heavily, “And you can have your cord back. Sound good?”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

“For fucks sake, could you just plug the damn thing in?” He groaned, throwing the controller against the ground in a fit of rage.

You raised an eyebrow as you sauntered over to him, kneeling on the ground in front of him so the two of you were somewhat eye level.

He kept his concentrated gaze on you, his upper lip twisted in a snarl as you wrapped your hand around his throat.

The other boys watched curiously. 

You had never been so forward with any of them before, but with Taehyung’s promise that he made to you before he left for the store in the back of your head, you weren’t taking any chances with any of their bullshit.

“You’ve seemed to forgotten the ranking of importance, pup.” You pulled back slightly when he lunged at you. You knew for a fact that he hated being restrained, so you were going to use that against him.

“There’s Tae, me, and then you. When he’s not around, whatever I say goes.” Jeongguk rolled his eyes.

You were a bit surprised. You’d never seen this sort of attitude change from him before. You assumed that this meant that he was approaching his first heat.

Cute.

“You only have authority over us when he isn’t here, Luna.” He smirked, breath slightly hitched from your hand tightening around his throat. You growled at the way his tone of voice changed when referring to you as his Luna.

“That isn’t very often. Don’t let the power get to your head.” He continued.

You leaned in closer to him, your cool breath fanning over his face as he kept eye contact with you.

“Then don’t act tough when you’re still a fucking puppy.” He leaned in closer to you, his nose brushing against yours as he growled at you.

“You talk a big game when your Alpha isn’t around, don’t you, Luna?” You loosened your grip around his neck, although you wouldn’t let go completely yet.

“How would he react if he were to find out that you treated his pack like this?” You opened your mouth to respond, when the alarm went off at the front door.

All seven of you turned your head to find Taehyung entering with what looked like thirty bags on his arms.

“I’d tell you that she’s allowed to do whatever she pleases, whether I’m around or not.” Taehyung responded simply, trudging through the living room to make his way to the kitchen to set the bags down.

You were wondering how he must’ve heard you, but you’d seemed to forget that his hearing was far sharper and extensive than yours.

“Let go of his neck. I don’t like the look of this.” Taehyung said as he walked back toward the living room, arms crossed over his chest as he waited expectantly for you to follow his orders.

All eyes were on you now.

Your hand was still secured around Jeongguk’s neck.

You weren’t sure why.

Taehyung took one step forward, and you immediately dropped your hand.

He smiled lightly as this, his top lip twitching in annoyance at your hesitation to follow his order.

He continued to walk forward until he was standing behind you. 

You gulped. You already knew that you fucked up because he hadn’t said anything yet.

He reached down to tangle his hand into your hair, using his sturdy grip to pull you up off of the ground and into his chest.

“Ow!” You hissed, as he wrapped his free arm around your waist to securely press your body against his.

He roughly tilted your head to the side, glancing toward his pack members as he began to whisper into your ear.

“What did I tell you before I left?” He asked, knowing very well that you were afraid to answer him.

“I--w--well, you s-said--”

“Don’t stutter. You know I hate that. Tell me what I want to know.” He licked the skin of your neck that was exposed to him. You shivered.

“You told me to keep everything in order.” He hummed, pleased.

“And what did you do instead?” You exhaled shakily. You already angered him, and you’d hate to make it worse on yourself.

“I let everything become a mess.” He nodded, although you couldn’t see him.

“So, what does that make me look like? Hm?” He turned you around to face him, tilting your chin up with his pointer finger so you were forced to look up at him.

“When you don’t follow simple instructions, what does that make me look like?” He was growing impatient.

“A bad pack leader.” He clapped sarcastically, a sadistic smile on his face.

“To make things better, I come home to find you eye fucking a member of my pack?” You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t like that, but you’d never in your life interrupt him while he was talking.

“With your hand around his neck, too?” He cocked his head to the side, pausing for a moment before he lunged forward at you, taking your neck into his own hands.

“Perhaps you wanted to get put in your place, then. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes.” You weakly responded.

“So you can understand that, but you can’t understand me when I tell you what I want done, and how I want it done?” You said nothing,, and he let go of your neck.

“Yes or no, Omega?” You chewed anxiously on your bottom lip.

“No.” 

“Finish your fucking sentences.” Taehyung growled, not impressed with this little act you were putting up because you were in front of his pack.

“No, I couldn’t understand, Alpha.” He nodded his head once. 

He placed one of his hands on top of your head and forcefully lowered you down to the ground.

“Take my dick out, and get it wet.” Your eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“Alph--”

“Take my fucking dick out, and get it wet.”

With shaky hands, you reached for his belt.

Taehyung was having it.

“Hurry the fuck up.” You whimpered, hands going into a frenzy as you hastily pulled his belt off and tugged his pants and boxers down in one go.

You couldn’t help the way that you got wet just from the sight of his body hair alone, especially the hair around his cock.

It made you feel as though he had a stronger sense of dominance over you as your Alpha

Taehyung liked the fact that you liked his body hair, since it did make him feel more masculine.

It was also why he never shaved.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, quickly taking him into your mouth just how he liked you to.

While you were busy with your mouth, he took his belt off and proceeded to bend over so he could wrap it around your neck.

This caused you to halt, unaware of what he was trying to do.

“I never told you to stop. Keep sucking my cock.” You obeyed, gagging around his dick as he tightened the belt around your neck like a leash.

Taehyung was very well endowed, and he knew that you struggled greatly trying to swallow his cock. You couldn’t even fit half of it into your mouth.”

He grabbed the part of the belt that hung in his hand, and wrapped it around his fist, pulling it closer and closer to himself until his entire cock was completely submerged down your throat, and your nose was touching his pelvis.

You began to cry intensely, no air getting to your lungs as he forced you to hold there for a few seconds.

“God, fuck!” He growled, pushing your head away once he figured you’d had enough.

He allowed you one gasp of air, before he pulled you forward again, several strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.

You began to claw at his thighs as it became too much, and Taehyung reluctantly let you go.

He pulled you up off of the ground with the belt, turning you around to face the rest of his pack, who for some reason hadn’t moved from their seats this entire time.

Taehyung roughly threw your upper body in Jeongguk’s direction.

The youngest of the two made eye contact with his pack leader.

“Hold the leash.” Jeongguk quickly agreed, grabbing the belt  and wrapping it up in his fist just as Taehyung did moments ago.

“Since you seem to like being in his face so much, you can watch him while I fuck you.” Taehyung lifted his shirt up over your ass, pleasantly surprised to find that you weren’t wearing panties.

He never allowed you to, anyway. He knew it drove his pack members crazy when you walked around with your scent wafting everywhere, especially when you were ovulating, but he knew that they couldn’t (and wouldn’t) do a damn thing about it.

He rubbed his blunt cock head against your slit, figuring you were wet enough to take him by the way your slick ran down your thighs and onto his pants.

He pushed into you with ease, growling at the way your pussy invited him in.

“I’m going to breed you, baby.” He muttered, when he was already balls deep  inside of you.

You tried to lift your head to look back at him, but Jeongguk was pulling the belt too tight. You couldn’t even turn your head.

“Maybe that’ll give you something to do instead of staring at my pack members.” He delivered one harsh slap to your ass, placing both of his hands in your hair as he began to roughly fuck himself into you.

“You’re pretty like this, Luna.” Jeongguk snickered, referring to your fucked out expression as your Alpha fucked you.

You head was empty aside from his cock, and you couldn’t care less.

“Watch it, kid.” Taehyung snapped back at Jeongguk, his breath ragged as he began to give you quick, shallow thrusts.

You laid your head on the youngest’s thigh as you began to drool on his leg. It didn’t take Taehyung much of anything to hit that spot inside of you, but you wouldn’t ask him to cum until he had given you permission.

It was pathetic how close you were already.

“I’m sure this is what you want though, isn’t it?” He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of Jeongguk’s legs as he pressed his chest against your back.

“You want to walk around full of my hot cum, don’t you, Omega?” Taehyung growled into your ear. You responded with a weak, “Yes, Alpha.”

He grunted above you, his hips slowing significantly the more you tightened around him.

“I need you to cum, and I need you to do it right fucking now.” He growled, growing closer to the edge with every thrust.

He licked his pointer and middle fingers and brought them down to your clit, destroying the little nub as he continued to fuck you.

You wanted to wait for his okay, but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please! Fuck, Please, Alpha!” Your legs began to shake as he continued to harshly rub at your clit.

“Cum, do it. Do it now.” He delivered three more slow thrusts to your cunt, before blowing his load inside of you, effectively knotting you.

It took him nearly three minutes to fill you with all of his cum, and once he finally did, it hurt.

Bad.

“O-oh, oh my God.” You whimpered from the pain.

“It hurts so fucking bad.” Taehyung smiled, glancing down at your swollen belly. He knew it hurt, but he couldn’t deny that he loved seeing you like this.

He gave you a moment to collect yourself, before pulling you away from Jeongguk and carrying you (yes, with his cock still inside of you) to the love seat.

He sat down, allowing you to rest your back against his chest as you began to drift off to sleep.

He smiled, keeping the belt around your neck as light snores began to leave your mouth.

He should really get you a leash.

He glanced at his pack, completely forgetting that they were in the room.

“What the hell are you looking at?” They said nothing.

“You heard what she said earlier. Go clean that mess.”

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