Moonchild | ot7 | Twenty One pt. 2

Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader

Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au.

Chapter Warnings:Smut!!!! And guess whattttt? I’ll be dropping the link with the poll tomorrow so you can vote. IT’S DECISION TIME, BESTIES.

WC: 6K

“You're getting your scent all over my bed.” Yoongi grumbled with a frown while Jimin made himself comfortable in the bed you’d be sharing with the older wolf tonight.

“And? I'm making it better.” the younger man turned around, stretching like a cat and rubbing his head on a pillow. It made you giggle how Yoongi tensed and relaxed, probably at odds with his own wolf.

“Hardly.” Yoongi’s nose scrunched and you knew that, just like you, Yoongi could smell Jimin’s pheromones.

You were just out of the shower, having to clean up after your afternoon adventures in the wolf cave, and Yoongi was about to go do the same. You were in a cotton robe, laying in the middle of the bed, when Jimin joined the three of you, bringing whatever outfits you were supposed to wear tonight.

The young wolf didn’t have any shame in how he laid on Yoongi’s bed after telling you to start getting ready, or how he teased the other man, going as far as laying on his back, with his head on your stomach.

“Ask her if she'll complain.” Jimin looked up with a cheeky little smile, bringing a red tint to your cheeks.

Your lips parted as you looked from Jimin to Yoongi, finding the latter with slitted eyes, as if daring you to say anything.

“No don't ask me–”

“Okay, I'm gonna shower.” Yoongi sighed, tiredly defeated. But his next words were stern, alongside a finger pointed at Jimin, and then at you: “When I'm out, you better be gone and you better be ready.”

“Yes, alpha.” you meekly agreed.

Yoongi turned around and walked into the small bathroom of your shared hut, pulling his white shirt off his body. You saw a glimpse of his strong back, wide shoulders and–

The door was closed with the kick of Yoongi’s feet, making you frown and pout. And then a sweet, teasing voice reminded you that you weren’t alone.

“Are you thinking of joining him in the shower?” Jimin’s eyes were small as he smiled, making you puff out a small breath of air and bring your hand to his hair.

“Will you be jealous if I am?” your fingers threaded into his hair, nails scratching his scalp.

“I should, but you're starting to sweeten.” the man closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, sucking in a deep breath.

“Don't talk about me as if I'm a ripe fruit.” you scoffed with a small laugh, hand dropping from his silky hair.

“Oh, but you are. Sweeter than honey. Ripe for picking.” he continued, raising on his hands and knees to crawl closer to your face, nose finding your neck. “A forbidden fruit, like the one of Adam and Eve.”

“But I'll be the one damned if you take a bite.” you sighed, offering your neck for him to kiss.

“Up for debate.” Jimin smiled against your neck, kissing the crook of your neck and shoulder. Then he stopped, looked over his shoulder and added: “Speaking of which.”

“Hm?”

“The hyungs are back.”

It was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

Not because you missed Hoseok and Namjoon –even though you did–, but because if they were back from their talk with Hyejin and the elders, it meant they were bringing you answers.

Jimin helped you get up and followed you outside, tightening the rope of the robe tighter around your body to keep it from opening all the way. You didn’t bother to put on shoes, skipping the two wooden steps of the hut and standing on the cold earth.

It took Namjoon and Hoseok a couple of minutes to finally show up and as soon as the leader arrived, the other boys –minus Yoongi– walked out of their own lodges. The tall man ignored them all in order to walk straight to you.

The alpha looked at your bare feet and frowned, but before he could worry about you catching a cold, you placed your hands on his chest and asked:

“How did it go?”

Namjoon sighed, giving up on the nagging for now. “The elders agreed. They said yes to the ritual.”

“Really?” you didn’t know if you be relieved or scared.

“We told them everything and they agree.” the man nodded slowly, holding your face with his palm against your cheek. “It could be dangerous for everyone involved if things just keep escalating like this.”

“That's good, right? It means we'll have answers.”

“They…” he trailed off, as if trying to choose his words. “They told us not to be so hopeful.”

“Oh.” you deflated and the whole pack could hear your heartbeat.

“They haven't seen a successful turning ritual in decades.” Namjoon pressed his lips against your forehead to soothe you as best as he could.

After a pitiful whine, you heard Jungkook: Maybe that's their problem. She'll show them all.

“Thank you for the confidence, Kookie.” after Namjoon’s kiss, you looked to the side and found everyone watching you.

Jungkook had the biggest doe eyes, Seokjin was deep in thought and staring off into the distance, Hoseok looked closed off, Taehyung had downcast eyes and a pout, and Jimin was nibbling on the inside of his cheek. You hated to be the cause of their worries, you hated that coming into their lives threw them for a loop just as much as you.

In an attempt to distract them and lighten the mood, you spoke:

“So, uhm. Should we get going?”

“I'm not staying for the party.” Namjoon told you, throwing a look over his shoulder to his packmates.

This time you didn’t nag him about speaking in their minds and excluding you. You weren’t sure you wanted to know what he was saying.

“Why aren’t you staying?” you wanted to know instead.

“There's one thing I need to do before the ritual, an ingredient the elders asked me to find.” he told you without many details. “I promise that's all it is.”

“And you have to go now?” your fingers clenched, holding onto the front of his shirt.

“They didn’t exactly tell me where to find it.” his head tilted slightly as he removed your hands from his shirt to kiss the back of each one. “I have a pretty good hunch, but I need to make sure I have it before sundown tomorrow.”

“Sundown? Is that when it starts?”

“That's when they will come for you, yes.” Namjoon spoke and it felt way too ominous for your liking. “The ritual will take place once the blue moon is at its peak.”

“Okay.” you nodded somberly. “Is anyone else coming with you?”

“It's something I have to do on my own, as pack alpha this one is on me.” he smiled, but there was no dimple on his cheeks. “Besides, everyone has a job to do tonight.”

You had to accept that answer and any other time you’d pout and ask to be included on the matter. Just what jobs did they have tonight? Did it involve the ritual? Or was it part of the Northside x Southside business?

“Be careful, please.” you asked him softly, sensing the worry coming out of him. “I trust you.”

“I promise.”

Namjoon lifted your face with gentle fingers and pressed his lips against yours just as quietly. It wasn’t a goodbye kiss, but a ‘I promise to come back soon’ kiss. You wanted to hug him, to tell him to take someone else from Hyejin’s pack along, to ask if he’d be in danger. But then you heard the soft call of your name followed by:

“Come on, let’s get you ready.” Yoongi was already dressed and standing at the door of the hut. “We don’t want to be late.”

“That would be rude.” you agreed, choosing to focus on enjoying tonight.

You should have noticed the pattern in the six wolves’ outfits for tonight, if you weren’t too preoccupied with Namjoon and the news of your fate. It was only when you put on your own outfit that you realized the clothes you should wear tonight was a modern take on traditional hanboks.

The skirt was a lot shorter than a regular chima should be, which would likely leave you a little cold. Your top was cropped, but the jeogori still had long sleeves that could make up for it. The goreum tying everything together also helped to push up your breasts and it looked cute with a bow on your back.

The fabric was silky and dark purple with embroidered golden details in various patterns of moons, stars and –you recognized right away– the shape of a smeraldo flower; the flower representative of the Bangtan Pack.

It was a clear sign that you belonged to them and you’d wear it proudly every time.

By the time you ventured out of the hut area and deeper into Hyejin's property, the more people you saw. Some you've seen at the ceremony, other packs were completely new; but every single guest was wearing hanboks, just like your pack.

Some looked straight out of a historical drama and others carried more of a modern twist like yours did.

Your shoes stepped onto a stone floor instead of earth and grass and you knew you reached the modest square where the party was being held.

You saw children running and making bubbles, worried parents telling them not to bump into anyone, friends strolling with linked arms, old men drinking and chatting loudly, couples exchanging glances.

The atmosphere was light, the music was loud, the food smelled delicious. But the turmoil raging inside of you stopped you from relaxing completely.

Not ten minutes into the party, the five wolves were splitting to do their jobs and you were left with Yoongi's company.

His hand was on the small of your back, heating your skin with a warm palm.

“What do you think?” Yoongi asked quietly enough that you felt like you were in your own little bubble despite all the movement around you.

“Feels like I’ve just been transported to the past.” which was feeling you were getting a lot today.

“Yeah, Hyejin’s pack is kinda… traditional, in some ways.” his chuckle was soft, followed by a court, small bow as a group of older wolves passed by the two of you and did the same.

“Ironic for a pack led by a woman and her sisters.”

“Just because a pack is led by women doesn’t make it any less strong.” Yoongi stated, making a proud smile form on your lips.

Slipping your hand into his, you praised: “You just got points for saying that.”

Yoongi looked at you with veiled confusion, as if trying to determine what part of what he said earned points with you, and then showed you his teeth in an adorable grin. His hand felt much warmer and bigger than yours as he held it through your walk.

Every now and then, someone would walk by and offer the two of you a piece of food to try, others would stop you and Yoongi to ask the man about Bangtan and Namjoon and extend invitations so you’d visit their packs whenever you wanted. Some girls complimented your outfit, but her giggles and eyes were set on the Alpha male next to you.

Yoongi was polite to everyone, hand only leaving yours if someone offered him a hand shake, but coming back to hold yours as soon as they were done. The deeper into the square you walked, the more you saw and heard.

“Oh, the music.” you stopped walking as you heard it echoing through your bones, the loud thump of drums and the crescendo of a horn and other instruments.

“Do you like it?” Yoongi asked you with a smile as he obviously recognized it.

“I don’t think I ever heard anything like it.”

“It’s a live performance. Wanna go see?”

Excitement grew within you as you nodded, allowing Yoongi to lead you to where the performance was happening. A large group of people was already formed to watch the artists play, so the alpha pushed his way through with ‘excuse mes’ and ‘I’m sorrys’, so you could reach the front. Yoongi placed you in front of him as his arms caged you in to make sure none of the other viewers bumped into you by accident.

You could see about eleven men standing side by side, wearing bright yellow, identical hanboks, all with different instruments that sounded and looked old fashioned. Two of them were blowing on what looked like a huge seashell, others had wooden instruments and some were made of iron.

“What is that?” you half whispered, mesmerized.

“It’s called a Daechwita. It’s a genre of traditional Korean music, it was popularly used during military marches.” Yoongi’s breath was next to your ear as he explained so only you could hear and the small shivers running up and down your spine weren’t caused by the music any more. “Those are wind instruments.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“I know, those are really hard to play.” his chuckle, gravely and deep, made you want to squirm in his hold. “I tried learning to play the haegeum once–”

“I mean it’s impressive that you know all that.” you turned slightly in his arms, so you could look at him better, but not quite turning your back to the performers. “From everything you showed me this afternoon, to traditional instruments.”

“Ah.” his eyes avoided yours as his cheeks were tinted pink. You wanted to kiss them and feel their heat under your lips. Before continuing to explain how he knew so much, Yoongi led you out of the crowd and away from the loud music. “My family is really proud of our lineage. You’ve heard of the Yeoheung Min clan?”

“I can’t say I have.” you shook your head, walking side by side with Yoongi and stopping at a quieter area.

“The Yeoheung Min was a powerful clan during the Joseon Dynasty, and my family was a particularly high rank as well.” the man told you and more pieces started to fall into place. How he knew so much about the cave and the legends and the traditional instruments.

“So you’re related to the queen? The mother of the wolf prince?” your eyes were a little wide as you watched him turn shy once more.

“Not directly,” Yoongi scratched the tip of his nose, offering you a little shrug. “”It’s hard to know, really. I guess we’re all related to them one way or another, if you believe the legends.”

“But even if you don’t believe the legends, you’re still of royal blood?” you smiled cheekily, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“I guess.”

“I like that.”

“Some of the others have royal blood, too.” Yoongi added, a firm arm around your back. “Hyung and Taehyung are from the Kim–”

“Won’t you let me praise you?” you interrupted.

“No.” his little scoff was cute. “But I will let you kiss me.”

You giggled before standing on your toes to kiss his lips. As your heels met the floor again, Yoongi followed after you to keep the kiss going and you didn’t want to cut it short, but you had to. You could feel the stares of others watching you, unsure if they were looks from your own alphas or other packs.

You hadn’t seen the other members since you first arrived at the celebration, wondering what they could be doing that was so important.

“So what's your job tonight?” you asked Yoongi as you swiped your thumb on his bottom lip. “Babysit the human?”

“More like…” he eyed you with a raised brow. “Not let any pack try to take you from us again.”

“Oh.”

“Since you always seem to catch someone's attention.” Yoongi’s lips were pressed into a thin line, the deadpan dropping as he looked at something over your shoulder. “Speaking of which.”

You turned around with slight concern, relaxing somewhat when you saw Moonbyul and Solar; each of them with a little girl in their arms. You instantly recognized Sol and Luna, despite never seeing them out of wolf form before tonight. Somehow, they were both exactly like you pictured them: Round cheeks, small eyes, tiny noses. Their hair was straight and sticking up as they sported matching pig tails.

Around each of their left wrists, you could see a tiny bracelet. One with a moon pendant and the other with a sun pendant, both transparent and filled in with a tiny plant.

“They’re wearing my gifts!” you excitedly told Yoongi as the women and babies approached.

“Did you give them these?” Solar must have heard you as she fixed Sol to sit on her hip.

“Yeah! I saw them at this cute little store and just couldn’t resist.” you reached for the baby girl in her arms to gently caress her cheek. “I thought they might be a little big, but they are perfect.”

“Do you know what these are?” Moonbyul asked you with clear amusement, motioning to the bracelets.

In a panic, you looked at Yoongi for help, fearing you might have offended them somehow. Maybe this was the moment where your lack of understanding of werewolf customs and traditions finally bit you in the ass.

They are protection charms. The plant inside it is rosemary, which is supposed to ward off evil spirits. Yoongi’s quiet explanation soothed your nerves. It’s a great gift for little ones, very appreciated by the more traditional packs like theirs.

“Oh.” you whispered, trying to play it cool as you finally answered the alpha woman: “I just thought they should have as much protection as they could get.”

“Thank you.” Solar smiled angelically, bouncing Sol to make her squeal. “I can tell you care a lot about them.”

“I’ve never seen cuter pups.” you told them so, turning your attention to Luna.

You playfully poked her red cheeks, hearing her baby grunts and squeals as she reached for your finger.

“They also seem very fond of you, isn’t that right, Sol?” Solar asked the baby in her arms, who nodded instantly.

“Not that I blame them.” Moonbyul was shamelessly staring at you, tongue poking the inside of her cheek and making you take a tiny step closer to Yoongi.

“Moonbyul.” your alpha warned with no real bite.

“C’mon, Min, aren’t you into some playful competition?” the woman teased, raising a challenging eyebrow.

That had Yoongi growling, which resulted in Luna growling back. The little girl sounded more like an actual wolf than Yoongi did, which made you laugh.

“Aren’t you adorable?” you were still giggling as you smoothed the front of her little dark blue hanbok.

“She said thank you.” Moonbyul told you, kissing her niece’s cheek.

“They speak to you?” maybe you shouldn’t have been so surprised that the girls could speak in their aunts’ mind; they were pack after all.

“Oh yeah.” the charming woman nodded, looking from the baby to you. “Since they spent so long as little wolves, they aren’t speaking just yet, not like this, at least.”

“But pups are a lot smarter than human babies.” Solar gloated and it felt like a jab at you. “They’ll be speaking fluently in a month or two. Isn’t that right?”

Sol nodded cutely, sucking on her bottom lip and looking around. You guessed the twins were starting to grow bored of being held, as they were always running around freely as wolves.

“Well, I can’t wait to hear about their first words.” you told them honestly, sensing that Yoongi was growing as agitated as the twins.

“If you’ll excuse us.” the man bowed to the two women and you did the same, blowing kisses to the little ones before being taken away.

Yoongi’s arm was still around your waist as he led you away, looking over his shoulder and into the crowd. Maybe he was looking for the other members; as the pack mentality goes –something you learned quite early on– they could grow restless if away from each other for too long.

Besides, with your ritual coming up, you guessed all of them would be under that added stress.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked the man to make sure.

“No.” Yoongi’s lips pressed against the top of your head and you believed him. “Just wanted to get you away from them.”

“Why?” you played dumb.

“Do you have to ask?” he scoffed. “Remember my job tonight?”

“Ahh, yes.” you chuckled, pushing your fingers through his long, blonde hair. “Were you about to fight for me?”

“I would if I had to.”

“I’d love to see that.”

“Don’t sound so happy about it.” he warned and you felt the rumble of his chest as it pressed against yours.

“I’m being courted by seven alphas, are you really surprised I enjoy being fought over?” your head tilted to the side and Yoongi’s lips were pressed into a line again.

“There’s no fighting here, you’re ours.” he pointed out, adding: “Tonight you’re mine.”

“Is that so?” you licked your lips, knowing he’d follow.

“Mhm.”

“Then what are we still doing here?”

“Why do these clothes have so many strings?!” you groaned as your back was pressed against the closed door of your hut.

As soon as you were stepping in, Yoongi was all over you. Hands on your hips as he kissed up your neck and throat with wet drags of his tongue while you tried –and clearly failed– to undo the strings and pieces of fabric that tied his modern hanbok together.

“Sweetheart, calm down.” the man laughed against your neck, pressing the blunt of his teeth a little harder. “There’s no rush.”

“How can you say that?” you complained with a little more frustration, giving up on your fight with his top in order to place your hands atop his chest. “You’re the last. Don’t you want me?”

“Can’t you feel how much I want you?” Yoongi pressed his hips harder against you, allowing you to feel the hardness within the confines of his pants. “But I want to enjoy this.”

“You already enjoyed this in the afternoon.” you huffed and whined, dragging your hand down his front and cupping his cock over his bottoms. “It’s my turn now.”

“Oh, yeah?” the man pushed his hips into your hand, his grip on your sides hard enough to bruise.

“Mhmm. Wanna taste you, alpha.” you nodded with slow blinks, bringing your lips to his jaw as you hand worked his cock. “Want you to be inside me. Want you to knot me–”

“Shit.” the loud bang of one of his hands hitting the wood behind you made you smile and bite your bottom lip to try and hide it. “Get on your knees for me, then, if you’re so eager. Take what you want.”

Yoongi took several steps back until his knees found the edge of the bed and he sat down, legs spread and inviting. You wanted to sit on his lap, ride his thigh, tease him to hell and back before even taking his clothes off. But you already made him wait so much… And Yoongi had been so good to you earlier, giving you a mindblowing orgasm, that you wanted to return the favor just as nicely.

His cat-eyes were on you, watching your every move like a predator, so you dropped to your knees. The wooden planks were hard on your palms and knees as you crawled to him on all fours, swaying your hips and letting your cleavage hang low as you approached him like an offering.

You sat on your feet, between his legs, hands moving from his chins to his knees and thighs, continuing the path all the way to his crotch and the top of his pants. The waistband was elastic and Yoongi lifted his hips to allow you to pull them down his slim legs. You did the same thing with his underwear, pushing both bottoms away and nearly drooling at the sight of his cock.

Yoongi was long, thick and perfect. You caught yourself staring at the veins and curves, licking your lips as you watched the droplet of pre-cum dribbling down his slit. Pale, long fingers wrapped around his base as Yoongi stroked his cock lazily, teasing you.

“Is this what you want, little wolf?” he sounded fucked out and you hadn’t even touched him.

“Mhmm,” you nodded sweetly, hands resting on his thighs as you raised your body upwards to bring your face closer to his cock. “Wanna make you purr.”

Yoongi scoffed, eyes rolling, until you gave his tip a slow lick and his lips parted in a low moan. You smiled at the red color blossoming on his cheeks and took his cock into your own hand.

You started by peppering gentle kisses along his shaft, tracing the vein on his underside with your lips and the tip of your tongue. The man rested his hands behind himself, spreading his legs wider for you. Parting your lips as your eyes met his, you swirled your tongue around the smooth tip, moaning softly at the tangy taste of him.

The man licked his own lips before worrying the bottom one with his teeth and you knew he was holding back on his sounds. Sound you wanted to hear and intended on pulling out of him at any cost. It had you wrapping your lips around him and sucking him into your mouth, slowly and surely, until he met the back of your throat. You forced it a little deeper, relaxing your jax and triggering your gag reflex to fill your mouth with spit that threatened to spill from the corners of your mouth.

You pulled off of him to allow the collected saliva to drip down your pouty lips and used your hand to spread the mess all over him, making the slide easier for you and better for him. Your mouth was on him again a second later; lips forming a tight ‘o’ around his cock, tongue playing with whatever you could lick inside your mouth.

“Fucking hell–” Yoongi’s head fell backwards as he praised. “Really gonna show me what this dirty mouth can do, huh?”

You nodded, mouth too full to do anything but suck him off and agree with tiny hums that he appreciated. Your hand was closed around his cock, following the movements of your lips as you slid up and down in slow movements. You covered your teeth as sunk down and you hollowed your cheeks as you pulled back, never really disconnecting from him.

Such a filthy omega. Yoongi’s wolf crooned, making you clench around nothing and press your legs together. Can you tell how eager she is? How much she likes sucking cock.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you put more effort into it, head bobbing up and down, more spit dripping down your chin.

Take us all the way in. He ordered, making you moan around the cock in your mouth. Let us fuck that dirty throat.

“Fuck–” Yoongi was affected by his own inner wold, the animal side of him coming out to play the both of you. He sounded rough and raspy as he agreed: “You heard him, baby, go on now, don’t be shy.”

You whined as you looked at him with tears in your eyes for the stretch in your jaw, taking one last breath through your nose before sinking down all the way. As soon as his cockhead tickled the back of your throat, you relaxed further and pushed him down.

You were never exactly perfect at the art of deepthroating, but the last few days of constant practice made you slip his cock down your throat with somewhat elegant ease. At least it felt good enough for Yoongi to make the prettiest noises of pleasure that were making you wetter and wetter.

With a low chorus of ‘ah ah ahs’ and lewd curses, Yoongi’s cock was twitching on your tongue as his hand held you in place by the back of your neck. He pushed his cock in just a little deeper by the careful thrusting of his hips and it triggered your throat reflexed and made you swallow.

“Aw, fuuuuck–” Yoongi’s moan was dragged and loud, filling you with pride as your lungs burned for air.

Let her breathe.

Yoongi’s hand dropped from the back of your neck and you pulled off him as soon as you were allowed, taking deep breaths with parted, swollen, wet lips. His thumbs swiped the tears from your eyes, pulling you in as he leaned down to kiss you. You knew he could taste himself from your lips, tongue playing with yours and exploring your mouth.

You were a little numb-brained as you allowed you to kiss you hard and sloppy, barely keeping up with the swirls and movements of his tongue, until his other hand took yours and brought it to his cock. His fingers wrapped around yours and the two of you jerked him off in slow, wet drags of your hands, making him moan into your mouth.

“Want you, alpha.” you whined with a horace voice. “Please, fuck me.”

“I want you so bad.” Yoongi agreed with a nod, helping you up onto your feet with strong arms as your legs wobbled. “Let me see you, all of you.”

It was Yoongi’s turn to be frustrated with your own string and clothes, opting for the easier path of tearing the fabric off your body. The tugs and teas moved you around like a doll, but you were too aroused to really care; besides, you didn’t think you’d have many opportunities to wear a modern hanbok in the first place.

As soon as you were standing in front of him, completely naked, Yoongi stared at you as if he was ready to worship you. A if you were the Moon Goddess herself.

“So pretty.” he mumbled under his breath.

She’s stunning. The wolf corrected smugly, making your neck flush and you had to avoid the stare. And, fuck, our omega smells sweet… Bet she’s fucking soaking.

You stumbled as Yoongi beaconed you closer with the rise of an eyebrow, lips meeting your lower stomach as one hand slipped between your legs, fingertips dancing on the insides of your thigh.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” he teased with nips to your soft flesh. “Is this cunt dripping wet for us?”

“Yes, alpha.” you whined pitifully, lifting a leg up to step one foot onto the mattress, leaving Yoongi facing your pussy. “Just for you.”

“Fuck.”

The hand between your legs stopped at the back of your raised thigh to keep you there. His eyes closed as Yoongi took a deep breath and his lips met your skin. Your hand tangled into his hair as he left a trail of wet kisses on your thigh, squeezing and tugging on the blonde strands as his mouth met your cunt again.

You shivered as he kissed you there, holding onto his shoulder with your own free hand.

You could tell Yoongi’s goal wasn’t to make you cum with his mouth again, he just wanted to taste you, but it was still making you lose your mind regardless. His tongue licked you up and down, circling your clit and making you moan out pleas and curses.

“Lay down for me, baby.” Yoongi spoke against your pussy before pulling from your lips with a smack.

Dropping down against the bed wasn’t hard to do when your legs were weak and shaky, crawling to the headboard to lay down by the pillows. You let out a breathy laugh as you watched Yoongi get fed up with his own clothes, which met the same fate as yours as his top fell to the floor in teared rags.

“Fuck Park Jimin–” he cursed, making you laugh even harder as you learned that the younger wolf must’ve been responsible for everyone’s outfits.

“I have.” you teased, opening your legs wider for Yoongi to neal between them. “Wouldn’t mind doing it again–fuck!”

The slap you felt against your pussy made a jolt of pleasure course through you and you bit your bottom lip to stop a surprised scream from coming out. With a cocked head, Yoongi asked:

“Wanna say that again?”

“Yeah.” you nodded, petulant. “Wanna fuck the whole pack again and again…”

What a pack slut. The wolf crooned and when you looked at Yoongi, you saw yellow eyes and a dangerous grin. Look at her… Dripping all over the sheets.

“Please, I can’t take this anymore…” you whimpered, spreading your legs and bringing a hand to your middle to part your pussy lips for him. “Hurts, alpha, please take care of me.”

Omega is in pain? You could almost heard the alarm bells as the wolf worried, even if Yoongi knew you were only being a brat. Fix it. Fix it now!

“So you’re learning how to play with our instincts, huh?” Yoongi forced his wolf to quiet, even if you could still see flashes of yellow behind his eyes.

His hands were on your thighs, one of them moving dangerously close to your cunt as you nodded: “I’m your clever girl, remember?”

“My perfect–hmpf.”

Yoongi growled lowly as you took matters into your own hands; quite literally. You took his cock in your small hand and stroked him once before bringing him down to your pussy, swiping his tip up and down your slit, rubbing it against your clit and finally lining him up with your entrance.

The man toppled on top of you, holding himself up by his hands near your ribs on the mattress. His mouth was against your chest as you carefully pushed his tip inside you. The first breach made you wince in actual pain, but you sucked a deep breath of Yoongi’s scent, forcing your body to relax as your walls stretched to accommodate his length.

“Tight,” he groaned with his face between your tits. “Fucking tight.”

“Fucking big.” you moaned back, letting go of his cock in order to hold his shoulders. “Keep going.”

Yoongi’s mouth found a nipple to suck as he started moving his hips on his own, pushing his cock slowly, until he was completely bottomed out and you could feel him kissing your cervix. Your breaths were harsh and choppy, but his lips and tongue playing with your nipple was enough to distract you from the stretch.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he teased after pulling off your tit with a pop. “To be full of your alpha’s cock?”

“Mhmm.” you nodded, a little lost from how handsome the man staring back at you was.

His hair was messy from your hands running through it, a few long strands sticking to his sweaty forehead and side of his neck, Yoongi’s pale chest was flushed red, nipples perky and pretty. His lips were rose colored and petal shaped. Whatever he was about to say next died on his throat as you needed to kiss him, badly.

With a hand on the back of his neck, your mouth met his and Yoongi’s chest pressed against yours as he caged you between his wide body and the mattress. His head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss, lips dragging against yours as his tongue licked your own. You were sighing against him, which turned into a whimper as his hips pulled back tentatively slow and then pushed back in a little harder.

Your back bowed off the mattress as you cursed and wrapped one leg around his waist.

“This okay?” he was starting to sound strained, as needy as you felt.

“Harder.” you whined with a nod. “Please, I can take it.”

Yoongi chuckled with his lips against your cheek, moving his arms to hook under your knees and lift you up a little higher. The new position angled you so that his cock could hit deliciously deep, rubbing all of the right spots, so good that your vision grew a little spotty for a few seconds.

“Can you take this?” the man nearly folded you in half as he pressed harder into you, hips working to fuck in and out of you as his face nuzzled into your neck.

“Yes, yes, yes–” you answered in sync with his thrusts, clawing at his back as you could already feel your orgasm approaching. “Fuck, Yoongi, you feel so good.”

“You’re doing so well for me,” he started, kissing up and down your throat. “Gonna take my knot so well.”

“Oh, god, please, alpha, I want it–”

“Then cum for me first, yeah?”

His hand sneaked between your bodies to find your clit and rub it over and over again, in circles that were times with his thrusts and the snap of his hips against yours. You were holding onto dear life, clenching around him like crazy as he speared into you and pressed you deep into the mattress. Yoongi was getting sloppy and you were one thrust away from–

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck–” you cried out as Yoongi started to roll his hips impossibly deep. “Yes, I’m gonna cum, please–”

“Take it, sweetheart, take it all.” Yoongi was grunting against your neck as his speed alternated, making you feel so damn good you couldn’t hold back anymore. Cum for your alpha.

With a high pitched curse, your limbs locked and you felt the coil in your lower stomach tighten impossibly hard until it snapped and you felt your much needed release take over you so hard that you clamped down around his cock. You were sucking him in so deep that his own movements slowed down until he pushed his cock deeper and filled you with his own cum; ropes and strings of warm cum filling you up from the inside out.

His deliciously raspy moan was muffled by your neck as he kissed and sucked on your skin, and when the base of his cock started to swell, you were filled with so much euphoria that Yoongi had to hold you down. You hugged him by the neck as his knot swelled up enough to make the two of you stuck to each other.

“I’ll never get over this feeling.” you sighed in bliss, feeling your sweaty skin sticking to Yoongi’s. “I love it so much. I don’t know how I went this long without being knotted–”

“You’re starting to sound delirious.” Yoongi was amused to say the least, peppering loving kisses up and down your neck.

“You don’t get to mock me unless you try this–”

His last growl was playful, the opposite of his very serious warning: “Don’t go getting any ideas, sweetheart.”