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Mon cœur T’appartient + P. Jimin

❋ “just let me love, you”

⇢ Pairing: Werewolf!Park Jimin x oc ft. Seokjin, Taehyung, Namjoon, and Guk

⇢ College!Au, f2l, Werewolf!au

⇢ Word Count: 15.8k (she thick)

⇢ Smut, Fluff, Baby Angst, Sexual Tension

⇢ Warnings: Minor injury description, instances of peril, violence, Cockwarming, Squirting, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex (pls use protection we don’t need more Gemini’s), Oral (f & m receiving and giving) Cum, cum and cum, Fingering, Size Kink… , Impregnation kink (kinda), Dirty talk, Rough sex (ish) pussy slapping, spanking, Knotting ;), Multiple Orgasms, Pet names, edging, use of a toy, use of the word ‘bitch’, uh is that it lol

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3:35 AM

You rubbed your eyes under the lense of your reading glasses- the laptop screen reflected back harshly at your vision. You were currently sitting on the couch, huddled in blankets, furiously typing away at your keyboard. It was nearing the end of the term, and you had a lot on your plate. In this instance you had an essay due for your economics 103 class, and it had to be a 5,500 word essay on the statics of the economy over time. You had 2,000 words now and you were slowly losing motivation. Mugs of now cold coffee, scattered the wooden coffee table, along with notes haphazardly strewn across the oak.

You think that you would be snuggled in bed right now, with your baby blue futon wrapped snugly around you. But that wasn’t the case. You were at your best friend Jimin’s apartment, at 3:35am.

What? He has faster wifi.

Anyway, you were sure that you were pretty much typing with your eyes closed by now. Deft finger tips tapping at a slower pace, your hands eventually fell slack as your head fell against your iMacs keyboard.

“___?” a quiet, but husky voice called from the hallway. You barely mumbled back a audible noise as Jimin walked over and saw your hazy state.

“___, it’s almost 4. What are you still doing up?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. He walked to the couch where you were situated and peered down at you. Swollen eyelids and puffy cheeks were slightly hidden by your messy hair. Glasses haphazardly pushed on your freckled nose. Jimin cooed tickling your nose a bit. You scrunched up your nose, lazily swatting his hand away.

“Stop it you mutt,” you grunted. Jimin chuckled bending down to shuffle your notes together. As he walked over to the sink to wash out your used coffee mugs, you pulled yourself up from your arms and rubbed your eyes tiredly. Jimin walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, massaging the taut muscle. You held back a groan as his ring clad fingers gently moved back and forth.

“Your so tense, little one.” Jimin softly spoke, resting chins atop your head. Humming you leaned back your head on the couch, resulting him moving to look down at you.

His deep red hair, no longer held in place by gel, was parted in the middle. The black roots peeking out, it looked soft and glossy and you couldn’t help but reach back and run your finger through a curled strand near his ear. Slate grey eyes followed your movements as you slowly scratched his head.

“You need to go bed, and if you keep doing that I’m not going to let you.” Jimin joked removing your hand and playing with your fingers. You whined turning to face him on the couch. Pouting, you lolled your head into the cushion of the couch. Jimin patted your back,

“C’mon up,” he said putting his hands under your arms and lifting you up. You allowed your tired body to be encompassed in his strong arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and looped your legs around his waist as his strong arms held you steady by your thighs. You breathed in slightly by his neck, the smell of orange and fresh cut grass lulled you into a more hazy state. Jimim shivered a bit at your warm breath tickling his neck, as he walked into his room. He gently placed you on the bed, and you immediately curled into the sheets. Jimin smiled at you, as you began to doze off. He gently pulled your glasses off, setting them on the bedside table. He pulled your socks off, because he knew you hated sleeping with them on.

“Good night, little one.” he spoke softly, ghosting a kiss on your cheekbone. He was about to walk out to go sleep on the pull out couch, when fingertips tugged at his pajama pants. He turned around to look down at you, in the dim lighting coming from the hall.

“Stay with me,” you mumbled with your eyes barely open. Jimin felt his chest tighten as he peered down at you. Your hair was splayed against the cotton pillow, and your lips and cheeks puffy. He thought you looked absolutely adorable. Sighing, Jimin walked out the door to turn the hall light off before coming back into the room. You watched him in the dark lighting. You could make out his toned figure as he pulled his nightshirt over his head, and throwing it on the floor. You felt your cheeks heat up despite not being able to see him fully.

What the hell is wrong with you? Yeah, Jimin has always made you flustered and it’s not like you haven’t seen him shirtless after he goes on a run with his pack. Or when you guys have gone swimming. You are brought out of your thoughts when you feel a dip in the bed. You turn your body to look at Jimin laying next to you, his body facing away from you. You frown, reaching a tentative hand to touch his bare back.

“Jimin,” you whine, sitting up and placing your chin in the crevice of his neck. You rub your nose into his neck You rub your nose into his neck, and try to get a reaction out of him.

You rub your nose into his neck, and try to get a reaction out of him.

“I’m cold, please cuddle me,” you pouted. Jimin sighed and turned to face you, removing yourself from his neck you poked his face. Jimin couldn’t contain his grin, you could tell even with the dim lighting. You found yourself beginning to smile as he pulled up his side of the sheets and you shimmied yourself in. You sighed in content as you nuzzle your face into his bare chest, bringing your hands up to his pectorals.

Jimin sucked in a breath as he felt your lips skim his clavicle as you told him goodnight. Hesitantly, Jimin brought his arm around your small frame, and pulled you closer. Sighing, he skimmed his lips against your forehead and fell into an abyss of sleep.

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Jimin woke up before you the next morning. He blinked a bit at the sun peeking through the blinds. A grey film dusted the room, as flecks of dust fell across his vision. Pushing his hair out of his face, he felt a weight pressing against his body. Turning a bit, he saw you. Cheek squished into the pillow, soft snores coming from your mouth. Tiny hands holding onto his bicep. He smiled a bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Jimin had pack duties to attend to, since he already graduated from university. He spent most of his time tending to pack things. Jimin was brough of his thoughts when you felt you shift your weight to face the other way. His eyes widened a bit as he felt your bum situate itself onto his crotch, as you pushed back a bit to get more comfortable. Jimin muttered a fuck, as he felt himself begin to grow hard as your perky bottom rubbed back and forth. His hard cock was right in between your two globes.

“This isn’t happening, please tell me this isn’t happening.” Jimin groaned, trying to remove himself from you. As much as Jimin would love you take you on all fours and make you his bitch, he knew you didn’t see him that way. Ever so carefully, he removed his arm from under the pillow your head was on and got up. His dick was practically throbbing as he exited the room to go take a very cold shower. 

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If the drabble game is still going could you write a ot7 poly drabble where bts are werewolves and it's winter and the power is out and their mate is freezing cold💛

“Is the power out?” You walked into living room with two blankets wrapped around you like a burrito, still shivering. The blankets did nothing to help so you were sure that something must’ve been wrong.

“Yeah,” Jin affirmed, his breath cool into the air however he stood there nonchalantly, the cold weather not really bothering him.

“Aww, look at you baby,” Jungkook laughed, cooing when he went up behind you to wrap his arms around you.

You sighed into the embrace, happy with how warm he felt. “You’re warm.”

“Of course darling, I’m a werewolf.”

You rolled your eyes at him while Jimin commented “But you’re shivering so let’s get you back into bed.” He was quick to hold you up into his arms before you could protest - not that you would - and dropped you onto the large bed, huddling close to you.

“We’ll keep you warm,” Namjoon said.

“Can’t have our baby freezing the whole night,” Jin nodded and the next thing you knew, a whole cuddle fest surrounded you.

“Feeling better?”

You nodded at Taehyung’s question, smiling contently while your head laid in between Hoseok and Yoongi. “So much better,” you sighed against Yoongi then moved to lay soft kisses on Hoseok’s neck. “So warm.”

“I’m getting a bit hot.”

“Don’t you dare!” You protested, lips pouting at Yoongi as your arms tangled on one of his, refusing to let him leave. “I need all of you here or I’ll freeze to death.”

“So dramatic.” The wolf rolled his eyes yet pressed his lips against your forehead as he laid back down.

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Can you do an ot7 werewolf drabble where the reader is playing around with the maknae lie and gets minorly injured and the Hyung line scold them for being reckless?

“What did we tell you about playing too rough?” Namjoon chided, his chin protruding with frustration while the maknae line stood under his gaze, head lowered with shame.

“I-”

“Y/N’s hurt,” Jin added while tending to your small cuts.

“It’s just a little scratch,” you tried to say but apparently minor injuries still meant a lot when it came to them.

“Little or not, you’ve hurt her with your playful antics.” It was like ignoring you in a way but also not as Hoseok continued addressing the younger pups.

“You three have to be more careful,” Yoongi chimed in.

You huffed at their scoldings, feeling upset for the maknaes. “Come on guys, I’m fine! Don’t make them feel any more worse than what they’ve already felt.”

“No, the hyungs are right,” Jungkook interjected.

“We were in the wrong,” Taehyung agreed.

“We’re so sorry. We didn’t mean to hurt you.”

A groan left your lips as you rolled your eyes, escaping from Jin’s helping hands because the hyungs have already made them feel even more bad about the minor situation. “I know you didn’t, Minnie, there’s no need to apologize.” You scratched at his wolf ears. “I’m fine, seriously,” you promised, looking at the other two. “I’m stronger than I look, alright?”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t worry.”

“You’re too overprotective,” you shook your head at Namjoon but sighed with relief at how his voice sounded less cold than before. “It’s not like I’m going to die or anything and that’s exactly what you’re all acting like.”

“Not our fault you mean so much to us.” Hoseok rubbed at your head while Yoongi placed a kiss on your temple.

“Actually, kinda is. But I don’t mind.”

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Drabble: ot7 being werewolves and y/n being their mate

“It hurts, it hurts,” you cried aloud, whimpering at the pain as you clung onto Seokjin.

“I know sweetie but we have to get this off of you.” He tried to not let his anger show, nor did the rest of them but seeing your foot caught against a bear trap that had been deliberately set up for one of them, managing to hurt you instead, the guy’s bloods were boiling. But they knew not to let it show in front of you although you looked like you had a little clue.

“On three, alright?” Namjoon said, asking you to take deep breaths. Him and Yoongi held onto the bear trap, ready to rip it apart and out of your foot while Hoseok stood behind you, wiping off the sweat from you while you clung onto the eldest of the pack.

The second the maknae line heard your cry and saw you hurt, their eyes were immediate to turn dark, quick on their feet to chase after whoever had set the trap up, using their nose to scent after the lingering smell. No one would get away with hurting their mate.

“One,” Yoongi started.

You whimpered, eyes shut tight, fist balled against Seokjin’s chest, knuckles turning white.

“Two.”

“Breathe, Y/N, you’re going to be alright,” Hoseok assured, giving you light kisses on your head to try to distract you.

“Three!”

They both yanked the trap open, allowing Seokjin to help get your foot away while your screams follow. Hot tears spilled from your eyes at the painful sensation.

“Hurts…”

“I know, sweetie, I know,” Namjoon cooed gently when your body was passed onto Hoseok’s arms so that Seokjin could check on your foot. “You did so well,” he praised.

“We’re so proud of you,” Yoongi mused.

“Stay awake for us, please?” Hoseok asked when your eyes began to droop, the event overwhelming you. You tried to respond but nothing came out so you settled with a nod, hands still trembling when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Let’s get you home.”

/ Part 2

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Show me || Jimin

Pairing - Park Jimin x Reader

Genre - Werewolf! AU, Smut, Happy Halloween month!

Jimin sniffed. The tendril of the scent that he was training himself to not surrender to, to keep himself leashed against, filled his nose too quickly. He felt in his bones; his wolf felt it.

Do it, his wolf snarled.

He shifted slightly from under you, your teeth chewing on your bottom lip, too engrossed in the movie - or rather, too engrossed in what was happening at the moment on the screen, to actually pay any attention to the uncomfortable male you were presently lying on top of.

You felt his ragged breath on your head, the warmth of it almost making you shudder in response. You twisted, head craning to look up at him.

“You good?” You asked quietly. His nostrils flared in response.

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

Do it, his wolf bit at his self-control.

In a few minutes, you had left to go to the bathroom, maybe, but the moment you’d left, he sighed heavily. He felt his insides throb with want. With desire. But no…he couldn’t - wouldn’t give into it.

Bastard.

Jimin snarled back a retort to his wolf, asking him to stand down.

He was Alpha, yes, the leader of his pack that so proudly served him. Although you were his mate, he had yet to claim you as his. Which had unsurprisingly received much critique from his Beta, Taehyung.

“Males go wild the moment they get a sniff of their mate - and here you are, sitting on your ass like an ignorant fool. It doesn’t matter, Jimin, mate or not, other males will hunger for her,” Taehyung, being the wise Second he was born to be, advised. Jimin only growled in response, hands ready to squeeze the air out of any male that dared to breathe in your direction.

Marking you would be the first step. Mating could wait - although it was winter already. The full moon night would begin his cycle of heat, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle it. There were efficient ways to do it, but…not as efficient as mating would be. The Moon Goddess definitely loved to play games with him.

He shifted in his place when the familiar scent of lavender and snow and something else - the same something that flooded his system with primal desire - wafted to his keen nose. His eyes darted from the TV he’d been staring at the whole while, to you. You didn’t seem happy. He gulped.

You were standing in the hallway that led into the living room where your cranky boyfriend - or as he loved you to call him: mate, sat. You were in all sense a complete human. You’d never understood their concept of mates when you’d first bumped into the fine man, but over the course of time, learned the importance of family to them. You were his mate. His and only his.

Even though that thought had made you squirm in anticipation for so many days, he’d never gone beyond kissing and leaving behind marks that hued purple and red the next morning. So while you had been watching the movie, the heated scene not really helping your situation, your mind had drifted and soon you had the anticipation dripping between your thighs. Knowing Jimin had sensed it and wouldn’t bother acting on it, you’d gone into the room to change out of the underwear when a thought struck you.

Maybe he wouldn’t do it by his consent. But you’d noted the conflicts he’d been having the past few days with his wolf. His cycle was to begin today, and you couldn’t help but grin rather wickedly to yourself at the thought you had conjured. You were slightly unsure about whether it would work, but knowing him, you were confident enough to put up the act as you strode out of the room and hung around in the hallway until his eyes met yours: hungry and wild.

“Why are you standing there?” He asked after visibly gulping. You stifled a laugh. Alpha male apparently. Perhaps you were the only person who could see how easy it was to tear his defences. Or at least, the defences he kept around you.

You raised a finger and flicked it towards you, beckoning him, “Come here, Jimin.”

His brows furrowed. Very rarely he’d give you the chance to take over the dominant role, and he seemed to oblige rather happily this time.

He stood up, walking up to you with a certain lethal grace that you often found yourself gaping at. He didn’t stop until he was a full foot away from you.

“Closer.”

He remained where he was. So you picked the first card.

“Closer, Alpha,” You purred. The tug was almost instant, the word having riled his wolf more than himself. Jimin took a dragging step towards you. His eyes were a rich, chocolate brown. Like melted chocolate. But those eyes only held desire. Desire and hunger. Such ravenous hunger.

Your lips quirked to the side.

“Is there a reason you aren’t doing anything to me-” your hands gently ran your hand up his abdomen, the material of his shirt thin enough to feel his rock hard muscles underneath. You revelled silently in the ridges of his form as you moved further north, up his torso, to his neck before running it back and up his hair.

“Since your heat began?” You finished your question, your palm flat against his head. When his eyes only flickered, a deep rumbling sounding in his chest, you closed your hand into a fist and tugged lightly.

Jimin moaned. You smirked.

“Y/N…” His hands, you noticed, were shaking the slightest from the restraint he had put upon himself from touching you. You continued your little ministrations. Going on your toes, you leaned into his ear and whispered, your lips gently brushing against his skin, “Touch me, Jimin.”

His breath hitched. He felt his wolf thrashing wildly, trying to break free. He wanted to pick you up and throw you on the bed and pound into you mercilessly-

No.

Jimin growled softly; a warning.

When you showed no signs of backing down, he nipped on your ear in silent retribution. But even that made him want to tear the walls down.

“Y/N, stop before I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

But you simply came back down on your heels and looked up at him. His eyes widened the slightest. Your pupils fully dilated, eyes hooded, and the scent- goddess damn him, that scent of desire that had been floating around the room for a while hit him in the face like a brick.

“Stop or I won’t show you mercy.” He snarled, features hard and rude as he watched you. Your orbs flickered with amusement. Damn it.

“What if I don’t want you to?” You whispered, the hair in your hand being tugged again and he swore viciously under his breath. If you did that again-

“Do you not want to claim me, Jimin? Don’t you want to wreck me - so completely that everybody will know it when I walk into the hall tomorrow? That you’ve finally and fully made me yours? Hmm, Alpha?” You hit all the right spots. How he was still functioning coherently, he had no idea. His fingers clenched and unclenched. If he touched you, even made a motion-

“Or are you just a pup?”

His wolf stilled. Then his eyes snapped open.

So it was provocation then, that finally got him to yield to your need. Honestly, it was way too fun. But when his eyes flickered at the mention of ‘pup’, the demeaning term, the way you’d patronized him, the way his eyes shone gold. Pure, molten, gold. Your shoulders thudded as he had you pressed up against the wall in seconds.

“Do you want to repeat that, kitten?” Jimin purred so softly that you knew you’d pushed him over the line a little. But you could see him, see the relief painted in his eyes as you didn’t look scared the slightest. You found this deeply and unabashedly arousing.

“If you’re the Alpha you claim to be, why don’t you prove it?” His mate smiled so wickedly, he felt a certain pride in calling you his. You both seemed to be cut of the same cloth in one way or another.

He felt the desire eating at him. Then finally, he felt himself give in, ready to devour you whole and answer your needs. To prove it to you.

His mouth claimed yours, lips soft yet aggressive as his arms wrapped tight around your waist. You moaned almost instantly, but caught yourself, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having you bent to his will.

You made to move away, to catch a bit of your breath but his arms tightened, holding on to you relentlessly as he growled into your mouth. He had kissed you so many times before, yet, this…this made your knees want to buckle and submit to him entirely. His arms slid down your back, a firm grab on your ass before he picked you up effortlessly by your thighs. His lips had left his spot on yours and worked down your jaw and the column of your neck, his canines grazing ever so slightly over a particular area that had your back arched in response, your chest pushing into him.

Your fingers on his back curled as you felt the reverberations of his growl, the predatory sound nothing but a warning for what was coming next.

Your toes curled as his tongue swept over your collarbone before gently nipping on it. You sighed loudly, a part of you taken aback by how gentle he was while at the same time so rough and wild, it drove you mad.

His fingers dug into the skin where he held you up.

Jimin felt the thirst in him magnifying.

More. More, his wolf snarled.

He smirked against your skin. You wanted just as much as his wolf did. So Jimin walked into the bedroom, the bed creaking as he threw you onto the mattress, his eyes glinting with a promise to make you scream in pleasure.

He would give them both more.

Your lips caught his just a moment after you’d fallen on the bed, the thing creaking as Jimin’s weight added to it. His lips weren’t slow or tentative. They were quick, hot, moving furiously as he desperately tasted you. His tongue required no permission as he devoured your moan.

He was claiming you. Just in his own way.

Jimin’s hands worked on your sweatpants, them practically ripped clean from your legs, the cold air biting at the bare skin. Your toes curled as his mouth reached your chest, stopping just above the curve of your breasts.

You watched him still.

Two chocolate brown eyes looked up at you, a burning question in them: Are you sure?

No words were required as you took his hand and place it on your breast, the gentleness in his eyes a forgotten mixture of promised pleasure and ecstasy as he snarled softly. You were driving him crazy.

The top came off soon after, the ripped material already thrown across the room as his hands and eyes scanned every inch of you. You were yet to be bare, but the way he hadn’t completely rushed into this made some part of you grow warm.

His hand were steady as he pulled off your bra and underwear, his eyes twinkling in appreciation as he gulped in your sight.

You blushed for the first time that night.

You were exotic. You were beautiful. You were glowing. You were everything and more than he’d dreamed of. He heard his wolf whimper at the sight. He agreed with the male; you had him on his knees.

Jimin kissed you again, his mouth claiming yours so feverishly, that every appreciating glance he’d given you seemed nothing in comparison to tonight. You mewled into the kiss, his member, still clothed and fighting restraint pressing against your throbbing sex.

“Jimin,” You breathed, his mouth wandering your skin, lips pressing kisses everywhere he could as he reached your breasts. A nipple pulled taut as he took it between his teeth, his fingers rubbed the other tentatively. You gave out a sharp gasp.

When he looked up at you and found you looking right at him, you sighed, “More.”

His wolf almost roared with desire.

He had his tongue against your thigh, a canine grazing just a breath away from where you truly wanted him. You whined, and he smirked.

When you least expected it, his hand pushed your other leg, his fingers coming to spread you out completely for him. Only for him. The scent of your arousal hit him even harder than the last time.

He swiped a broad lick on the entire length of your sex. Your body shuddered.

“Fuck, Jimin!” You squealed, his tongue working wonders, switching between slow, long licks and swift, short ones. It had your back arching, toes curling, fingers digging into the mattress. A hand held your leg apart and the other rested surely against your waist. You were going nowhere.

“Jimin, I’m going to-” You bit your lip just then, eyes closed to concentrate fully on your release when a harsh, cold air bit at the spot where a warm muscle had been. You raised your head and found Jimin watching you with cruel amusement in his eyes.

You whined as you plopped your head back on the pillow, “I was so close!”

“On your knees.” He ordered as he got off the bed. You looked towards him. There it was: the promise to show no mercy. That…that was just a warm-up.

You silently turned around and rested on your knees, elbows comfortable on the pillow as you waited for him. You heard the light ruffling and thudding of his discarded pants, and when you looked, you gasped.

“Still want to call me a pup, huh, kitten?” He smirked, getting on to the bed with the same lethal grace. Your heart hammered and you swallowed the lump of anticipation. Oh shit, he was…huge.

You felt him press himself against your core, your breath sucked out of you as he began teasing you, dragging his member along the length of your sex. You felt yourself drip. Biting onto your lip, you waited. But all you felt was his tip teasing your entrance, a little in and a little out. You almost snapped at him.

But then a loud smack echoed in the room. You heard it before you felt the sting on your ass. His palm gently caressed the sure print of his hand, in utter contrast to the smack he’d given you.

When you opened your mouth, he smacked you again, making you flinch as you felt pain and pleasure course through you all at once. It was electrifying.

Then came another, and this time, before you could completely lose yourself in the feeling, you let out a yelp as his member pushed into you completely, Jimin groaning at the feeling. His wolf, growling.  

You had barely a second to adjust to him before he began moving, the bed rocking gently at first in par to the pace he’d kept. You moaned, the sound small as he slowly increased his pace.

“Louder, kitten. Don’t you want everyone to know who’s wrecking you tonight?” Your words thrown right back at you.

Your back arched, your nipples brushing the mattress as you opened yourself further, submitting yourself further.

Jimin growled at the sight, a hand landing a smack onto your cheek.

You mewled as you felt his tip brush against a spot…that spot. Yes, just that one. You moaned with every thrust, a curse following.

“Fuck, Jimin, faster. Right there!” You screamed, eyes squinting shut as he sped up, his hips rocking the bed, the post bumping hard on the wall. He grunted, his fingers around your hips gripping hard. The subtle pain mixed with the immense pleasure he allowed you to feel, the waves ready to rush with a few more movements. Ready to be beckoned out.

Jimin’s hand ran up the length of your back before he got a handful of your hair, gripping it with a certain authority. He stopped. It was so sudden you groaned loudly at the sudden loss of your pleasure.

“Up.” His voice deep and raw, it caressing your skin. You complied, pushing yourself up.

“Jimin-”

“You will never talk down to me like that, you will never provoke me like you did tonight. Understand?” Every word was a raspy, rough breath that hit your neck as he had your back pressed flush against his chest, him still inside you. You mewled. You wanted him to move. But it was clear that no matter how much you tried to rub yourself against him, he wasn’t going to move until you gave him an answer.

“Yes,” You breathed with difficulty.

His grip on your hair got tighter.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

You felt his smirk against your skin at the base of your throat, his canines brushing past the spot right between your neck and shoulder, and you felt him inhale sharply before he dug his canines deep into your flesh. You groaned, a hard hand coming to muffle your mouth.

He felt his wolf curl and shudder in pleasure, in relief as he bit into his mate. It filled him with your scent, your blood, forever binding you to him. He was sure it hurt, so he began moving slowly, in and out of you as he kept his teeth sunken in. The hand that muffled your groan moved down your chest, kneading your breasts while his other found home on your clit. It was no longer tentative movements as he began thrusting harder, the finger working faster on you.

The pain passed, and he stopped only when he felt you completely: in his flesh, in his bones, until his wolf purred with content.

You began moaning his name, Jimin’s twitching member close to release. He pulled out his canines, a little to no response from you as he had them retracted. Pulling a clean swipe of his tongue over the punctures, he sealed his scent on you.

The bed rocked, you a mess in his arms as he went harder and harder with each thrust, a little mind for his release as he smelt your own closer. You screamed, the final thrust of his hips sending you over, the pleasure rippling off you in waves as he carried on, your body slack against his. Your hand went to his head, holding him close as you rested your head on his shoulder, clenching yourself around him, making him groan.

A curse sounded, and a few stuttering thrusts later, he came, his release making him moan into your ear. When he was done, he nibbled at your ear. Pressing a chaste kiss underneath, he showered your neck and shoulders with more of them until you chuckled in embarrassment.

“Honestly, I think you wouldn’t have done it if I hadn’t provoked you,” You said, half chuckling as you let your hand slide down your body from his head.

His breath tickled your skin as he laughed, “I think I’m glad you did. But it doesn’t mean you can do it again,” He squeezed his arm around your waist that placed more emphasis on his words. You nodded. All you needed now was a bath.

His wolf purred, good job.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LITTLE CINNAMON BUN WHO CAN BE THE HOTTEST SHIT TO EVER LIVE !!!!!

the dark side of the moon (m)

➾ werewolf!jimin x reader

➾ 11.1k

➾ warnings: rough penetrative werewolf sex, knotting, mentions of lots of cum, breeding kink

➾ hello my friends!!! i wanted to keep up the tradition of gifting u all a jimin fic on my birthday, so i decided to speed write this :-) i can’t believe a year has passed by again, thank you all for your love and support!!!

➾ summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. 

enjoy, darlings ❤️

The heavy scent of blood and sex greets you immediately once you step into the house, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste, tugging your black face mask back over the lower half of your face. You should be more than used to this already, having been associated with this particular pack of wolves ever since you stumbled upon them a few years ago, but it never gets better.

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Wolves are (NOT) Scary Prologue

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS x Human!Reader

Genre: Fluff and smut

Warning: only a mention of Jungkook being horny in wolf form

Word count: 1,092

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Grocery shopping for eight people by yourself is something you actively try to avoid, it’s a ton of work but sometimes you just have to. Especially when your boyfriends aren’t able to help. You groan as you put the black truck into park in the drive way. Jumping down from the drivers seat you rolled your eyes when you heard the nails clicking on the pavement.

“No, Jungkook, I didn’t scratch your precious baby” that earned you a huff from the big black wolf that was walking in a circle inspecting the truck. Once he was certain nothing was damaged he went to the tailgate where you were and grabbed one of the plastic bags from you with his mouth being careful not to tear the plastic.

Reaching on your tippy toes you suddenly feel a wet nose between your legs right at the hem of your shorts under your butt. You gasp and look back at the brown wolf wagging his tail. “Excuse you, Tae” you swat at the invasive wolf. He licked your leg and took a bag from you too. As you bring more of the bags forward from the back of the truck bed a white wolf came out and jumped on you whining and trying to lick at your face. You almost drop the bag containing the pasta sauce jars.

“How many times do I have to tell you Jimin? You’re not a puppy you’re a giant ass wolf

and your claws hurt.” Jimin whined and tucked his tail between his legs giving you serious puppy dog eyes.

“Come here you big oaf” you sigh putting down the bags in your hands and kneeling so he could lick all over your face like he wanted to. You put up with his dog breath because you knew he would get his feelings hurt. If he was an actual dog you wouldn’t let him get away with it but him and the six other wolves in the house aren’t really animals. They’re werewolves that are forced to turn for three days every month.

Walking into the house you caught Taehyung trying to open the fridge and growling in frustration. “You don’t have to help put stuff away. I got it” you tell him scratching behind his ear. “They’re not back yet?” Taehyung shook his head before flopping onto the tiled floor. They being your four older boyfriends. Every sixth full moon of the year they have to go to the meeting of the pack leaders to discuss how each small pack is doing apart from the main pack and get a share of the money every pack gets from the royal pack.

Your little pack was already formed before you entered the picture. You found them, or rather they found you, when you moved into the little mountain town. It’s not uncommon for there to be packs of just males or just females. In the wolf world you can’t help who you’re mated to. Unbeknownst to you they can also be mated to humans. You met them by chance and quickly became close with all of them and started developing feelings for them. You kept these feelings to yourself because liking that many men at one time didn’t seem right to you. It wasn’t until Namjoon, one of the older boys, decided it was time to drop a bombshell on you when he sat you down and suddenly turned into a wolf in front of you. Naturally you fainted from shock. When you woke up all of the boys were surrounding you while Jin, the oldest, was waving smelling salts under your nose. It was explained to you that, yes, werewolves were real but not like how movies portrayed them. They weren’t monsters looking to kill and thankfully they looked like regular wolves. They also told you about you being their mate and how wolves mate for life if you agreed. Safe to say you agreed and you’ve spent two years feeling extremely loved.

After all the food was put away you went to the living room and grabbed one of the beanbags from the corner and brought it near the couch so you could watch tv. As you flipped through the channels Jungkook came padding over to you and stuck his nose in your neck and started licking. You knew what he was trying to do. “How many times do I have to tell you that its too weird when you’re a wolf. You can survive another night without having sex. You’re not gonna die.”

He tried giving you his best puppy dog eyes before flopping onto his back and staring at you asking for a belly rub.

“No sir, not when you’re being a horny little shit.” You were used to seeing boners in wolf form since you can’t escape them but that doesn’t mean you actively want to see them.

“So put it away.” you scold trying not to look at his manhood, or wolfhood to be more accurate. Jungkook sighed in defeat and got up to slink off to his room.

You were about to turn your attention back to the tv when a mouth gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the couch. Once you laid on the couch Jimin jumped up too and flopped all his weight on top of you. Jimin is always cuddly but it gets intensified in his canine form. You definitely don’t mind but you end up with some accidental nail scratches every month. Taehyung came over and laid near your feet.

Heading onto HBO GO you queued up an episode of Game of Thrones and settled in. Watching Jon Snow talk to his Dire wolf ‘Ghost’ made you poke Jimin. “Look it’s you!” Your own white wolf groaned and gave you a look as if to say shut up. Taehyung let out what sounded like a laugh and Jimin tried to kick him. Thirty minutes later Jungkook finally showed up again and bullied his way on top of you. Jimin growled at him but he paid the smaller wolf no mind while forcing him over. All three of your boyfriends spent the rest of the night grumbling at each other while you were trying to pay attention to the show. Yawning, you finally gave up on being able to watch the show. Laying there covered in giant loud 100lb fur balls who loved you had you reminiscing on the past when they all weaseled their way into your heart. Filling the emptiness you never knew was there.