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Being a wolf came with perks.
Enhanced athletics.
Better vision.
Exceptional smell and hearing.
Better looks.
But all of it meant nothing for a half breed.
That’s what you were.
Daughter of a pure blooded she-wolf who went into heat and fucked her fellow classmate, winding up pregnant and ditching two days after your birth.
There was no one to teach you about your wild side, except for Namjoon. He was a shifter that lived in town that had knowledge of vampires, werewolves and other supernatural beings. Your father hopes and prayed you wouldn’t take after your mother, and so far…?
You were exactly opposite of her.
Shy and timid.
Weak and sick.
Poor eyesight and you were shit at sports.
But you were smart, and fairly pretty.
Your dad always said you were the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. You wonder if it was because you resembled your mother in that way alone. Big eyes and pouty lips, pretty hair and a gorgeous smile.
These were things your father was glad you inherited. Because maybe it could make your life easier. Maybe you could be the cute shy girl that had a few friends in life and made her way dutifully.
Except that wasn’t the case at all.
You’d gotten accepted into your top pick of university, your fathers wallet crying at the thought of paying his portion. But luckily you had a few scholarships that covered the damaging blow for now.
The day you left Namjoon came to visit…
—
The morning fog settle over the lake of your fishing town. Nothing too exciting happened here. The biggest news to hit as of recently was Mr. Baldeck catching the heaviest crab the town had ever seen.
Way to go Jim.
You went downstairs to grab some breakfast and finish packing the rest of your things when you saw a note on the table.
Hi sweetie!
Hope you eat a good breakfast and drive safe. Please let me know when you’ve arrived so my blood pressure goes down.
I love you.
Papa.
You sighed and poured your bowl of generic corn flour with red food coloring and sat at the broken kitchen table.
Your fault.
At the age of seven you decided that you wanted to be a sumo wrestler and body slam your friend Tana into the kitchen table.
She didn’t come over again.
But dad couldn’t afford a new kitchen table so, Tana shaped indent in the middle it was.
You wondered briefly how she was doing. You’d seen her in passing during your public school days, but she went for the chess club route and got a nerdy boyfriend named Hyunjin.
As the number of circles floating in lactose decreased, you felt yourself feeling nauseous again.
You hadn’t taken your medicine yet.
You had poor stomach acid levels that were either too high or too low and digesting food was difficult for you. So you tried to keep it bland and in smaller portions.
Throwing the alarming amount of medications back you swallowed and wiped your mouth. Check off another thing to be done for the morning.
Jogging back up to your bedroom you put on some clothes, keeping it modest to hide any bruises.
You were also anemic, so bruises were the norm. But people liked to stare at them uncomfortably often, so covering them turned out to be the easiest option.
As you gathered your final objects you looked around your house and smiled.
Your father had brought you up with so much love and dedication that you know he didn’t sign up to do. But he did anyways. He was kind, worked hard to get you what you wanted. And you’d always be thankful for it. For him.
“Y/N, glad I caught you.”
You almost jumped out of your skin as Namjoons voice came into your ears.
“Jesus Christ Namjoon! You scared the fuck out of me!” You cried, resting a shaky hand on your even shakier heart.
“Sorry, I always forget that,” he teased, sitting down at your table nonchalantly.
“What is it?” You asked, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
“I came to see you off,” he said, plucking an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of your table.
It was always crooked.
“You’ve seen me, now I must do the off part of it,” you said, moving towards the door.
The door slammed shut in front of you as Namjoon bit into the apple. You jumped again before looking at Namjoon for an answer.
“I need to give you some information before you leave us for now,” he said.
You nodded, hearing the severity in his tone.
“I-okay,” you acknowledged, sitting down across from him.
“Going to the city is going to be a major culture shock for you, and it might awaken some parts of your wolf that you weren’t expecting,” he informed.
“If I even have a wolf,” You huffed.
“Y/N, your mother was one of the most power alpha females in the region. Don’t doubt your heritage, you were born to be powerful.”
“Namjoon, look at me. I’m anemic, I get colds as easy as breathing, I can’t lift over 60 pounds without falling over and not to mention… I’ve never shifted before!”
Namjoon rolled his eyes before taking another bite.
“Always so cynical, you get that from your mother too,” he teased, “but listen to me. I can’t be there to help you when things go wrong. So please promise me that you’ll try to keep yourself out of hectic situations. Unnecessary ones at least,” he pleaded.
You rubbed your face, but nodded.
“I’ll do my best Namjoon, I really will.”
He sighed, shaking his head before standing up. “Come here kid, I’m going to miss you,” He said, opening his arms for you.
Rushing forward you accepted the embrace. Namjoon rarely gave out hugs, but when he did they were amazingly comforting.
“I’ll miss you, Namjoon,” you whispered.
“I’ll miss you too Pup, but be good and come back to us in one piece okay?”
“Always.”
—
The first week passed without a hitch.
You went to your classes and took notes, introduced yourself to way too many people before heading back to your single room dorm to relax. You didn’t get a room mate thank god. That would’ve been hell on Earth.
You’d been rather reclusive, now that you thought about it for a while. The only interaction that you’d had was when you were in class, and even that was limited.
What was that saying?
Lone Wolf.
Perhaps that was what you were. Your mother certainly preferred her life that way…
Shaking your head you went back to studying. There was a lot of work for you to do, even in the first week of school.
The night wore on and the stars took their places in the sky above your head. But your eyes remained trained on the pages before you.
Eventually a yawn overtook you and you realized the time. Heading to your bathroom you got ready for bed, showering and then brushing your teeth.
However, as you went to bed that night… you felt restless. It was as if you weren’t supposed to be in bed, it was like you were meant to be doing something, something important.
Getting up out of bed you flung open the curtains and looked at the night before you. It was bright outside, a full moon gleaming over the campus like a second sun.
Out of the corner of your eye you swore you saw something dash across the courtyard near your dorm. But, when you turned to examine further, there was nothing. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of someone watching you, and you not being able to see them.
However, you let it go. Assuming it was merely someone running across campus late after a party and looking at windows. That was a thing, right?
You let the ominous feeling go, heading back to bed for the night.
–
The following days were literal hell.
It was becoming harder and harder for you to sleep at night.
Your legs felt restless and your mind couldn’t seem to wind down.
You’d even started running at night, not being able to stand the pent up energy in your legs. Your lungs didn’t appreciate it, but your mind certainly did.
And this late night exercise made classes even harder.
8:00 am was hell after a particularly bad night. You went for a run and around four in the morning you returned and hit the bed like a sack of potatoes. Only to then find yourself ravenous. It was five by the time your stomach was full, and you were surprised at yourself.
Maybe your period was coming?
Finally, you went to your bed once more. Lying down you adjusted your fluffy blankets and cocooned yourself inside them. Muzzle the soft fur a soft rumble came from your throat.
We’re blankets always this soft?
Cuddling tighter into the blankets you felt yourself drift into sleep.
But your alarm, ever a cold hearted bitch, went off in your ear only an hour later. Growling you hit your hand down in the snooze button and wrapped your blankets tighter around your body, yearning for the sweet relief of sleep to take over you.
Yet, it was not to be.
Almost ready to cry you grabbed your clothes and started getting dressed for class.
Your shower was cold, but it managed to steam up your bathroom with ease. As you washed yourself you felt a rush go down your spine.
Suddenly, there was a painful kick in your lower stomach. Doubling over, breath knocked out of you, you hit the ground on your knees.
Scrambling out of the bathroom you rushed for your phone. The familiar number flew off your fingers and you waited. The dial tone seemed longer than usual and panic raised in your throat at the thought of him not answering.
“What?”
You almost sobbed in relief.
“Namjoon,” You whimpered you.
“Y/N? What’s going on, are you hurt?” He asked, sorry laces into his tone.
“M-My body, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you cried out.
“Shh, calm down and tell me what happened. Start from the beginning,” He soothed.
“I-I started to feel odd the week I got here. Ever since I came here I’m restless, I can’t relax. I feel so hyper vigilant, as if I can see everything all at once. My legs, I can’t sit still. I’ve started going on runs but it’s hard for my lungs to keep it up. But if I don’t run then I can’t sleep, I-I’m hungry for everything and nothing at the same time. My body feels normal but it’s running hotter than usual… a-am I dying?” You wailed.
Namjoon’s end of the phone was silent for a moment.
“When did these symptoms start?”
“The first Saturday I was here,” you explained.
The sound of shuffling paper carried through the air before Namjoon sighed, sounding dejected.
“That was a full moon, Y/N,” he started.
“I’m only half wolf, I can’t shift or anything like that!” You said, exasperated.
“But that doesn’t mean that you don’t have wolf like attributes to you. This could be signs of something else,” he warned.
“What?”
“Heat, Y/N, you’re going into heat,” he explained.
Your once hot blood ran cold, as if ice was injected into your veins.
“I-I can’t, my body shouldn’t be able to go into heat,” you stated.
“But it is. You must’ve met another werewolf male that triggered it. Only a pure blood could’ve done this… I didn’t suspect a pure blooded werewolf male would be attending the same college as you. The statistics were so small and so many variables, I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t know what to tell you,” Namjoon croaked.
“Is there any way to get it to subside? Make it less severe so I can ride it out? Something, anything Namjoon please,” you begged.
“Get that pure blooded werewolf to take you, in as many positions as possible and soon. Since you aren’t a full blooded wolf… I don’t know what could happen if you don’t take care of this,” he worried out loud.
“Namjoon I’m… I’ve never,” you whispered.
“Oh shit,” Namjoon growled.
“I’m scared,” you whimpered.
“Just hang on. You could merely be getting symptoms, your body might not go into full blown heat. It could just be a wave that lasts for a month or so, and then perhaps you’ll go back to normal,” he eased.
Your heart rate went down slightly, the promise of normalcy returning pushing the anxiety to the back of your mind.
“Okay, I can handle symptoms…”
“But Y/N if it gets worse-“
“I’ll be fine Namjoon, thank you,” you hurried, not wanting to think of it getting any worse than it already was.
You hung up, throwing your phone on your bed.
It couldn’t get worse, could it?
—
That evening you stumbled into your independent study class you took as an elective. All you did was work on school work together and chill. Honestly it was your favorite time of the day.
But now, it seemed like hell on Earth as you pulled yourself into the library.
“Hey, Y/N!”
A head of brown, fluffy hair came around the corner.
Taehyung was there, smiling boxy as usual.
“H-Hi,” You croaked, throat suddenly dry.
“You look sick, something wrong?” He asked, coming towards you.
He smelled of eucalyptus and spearmint, an intoxicating scent that made your mouth water. You could hear his soothing heartbeat in your head as he walked around you.
“No, I’m fine,” you whispered.
“Okay… if you’re really sure,” he stated.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you confirmed before following him to your seat.
The night seemed to pass at a snail’s pace.
Each time Taehyung shifted, you got a fresh hit of his smell. You were having a hard time concentrating on the material, and people were starting to notice.
“Y/N, you seem off, you okay?” The library attendant, Yoongi, asked.
You looked up to his not-in-code blue head and nodded. “Fine, just tired,” You lamely excused.
“Yeah, you don’t look tired, you look like death is finally coming for your lame soul,” Yeri quipped.
“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes.
“Seriously, Y/N, you should go back to your dorm. Sleep it off,” Yoongi encouraged.
“No, I’ve got too much work to do,” you said, shooing him away with your hand.
“Intervention,” Taehyung stated, standing up.
His scent hit you full-on in the face and you felt your eyes roll back in your head.
Suddenly a pressure released in your nose and you felt a wet sensation plague your face.
“Y/N?!”
“Oh fuck!”
“That’s nasty, don’t do that here.”
“Yoongi don’t be an asshole and get her some paper towel!”
You fell backwards, chair starting to tip with the sudden weight shift. Taehyung rushed over to catch you, holding himself behind you, body pressing against your shoulders. A sharp pain erupted in your stomach and you cried out, holding it tightly.
“Jesus, someone call an ambulance,” Yoongi stated, sounding genuinely worried.
“Hang on, Y/N, you’ll be fine,” Taehyung whispered in your ear.
His husky voice made you practically moan in want. You were certain you’d never felt desire such as this. It was all consuming and made your mind foggy as you tried to grasp onto some sense of reality left in your brain. But all you could think about was ripping Taehyung’s clothes from his body and devouring every inch of him in a lascivious manor.
“Taehyung,” you whined, gripping his wrist.
“Just relax, we’re getting you an ambulance,” he said.
“I-I don’t need one,” you huffed, wiping your nose in frustration.
“Are you kidding me? I’m worried your brain just hemorrhaged with all the blood that gushed from your face!”
“Look, I’m good,” you said, standing up on slightly wobbly knees. Taehyung braced himself against you, body molding to your already weak form.
“Yeah, you look fine, completely,” he snarked, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t touch me,” you snapped, yanking your arm away from your friend.
“What?” he asked, confusion taking over his face. “You need help, Y/N! Don’t rush around like that!”
You were gathering your things in haste, wanting nothing more than to get the fuck out of dodge and rub one out in your bedroom.
“Honestly, I’m good. It’s dry in my dorm and I probably ate something weird for dinner. You know how dodgy the food trucks can be in main square,” you reasoned, trying desperately to get away from these fine specimens of sex.
“Y/N! Wait!” you heard Taehyung’s voice carry through the hall as you rushed away.
You needed to get this under control, and fast.
–
The next morning was hell.
Your wrist was sore from how many times you tried to bring yourself to orgasm the night before. All of the attempts were unsuccessful. Just as you would find yourself on the precipice, ready to fall into the beautiful bliss of pleasure… It would fade into a dull ache in your lower stomach.
You cried yourself to sleep, wanting nothing but the agony to be over. You wanted relief so bad you were willing to do just about anything to get there.
Dragging yourself out of bed you were on auto pilot.
Heading to your closet you got out your most comfortable clothing you could find, pulling them on over your already ruined underwear. You had a dream that you were being fucked into oblivion by Taehyung and Yoongi both. God what a fucking dream…
Both men laving their tongues and teeth across your sensitive flesh. Shivers ran down your spine at the very thought of it now. But when you awoke, all you found was yourself covered in sweat and the need to change your panties yet again.
You were sure that if you kept this up you were going to drown in your own desire…
Your backpack was heavy as you trudged to class reluctantly.
Watching the other people of campus joke and laugh in their own little circles made your skin crawl in jealousy. All you wanted was to be doing that, living your normal life. Yet here you were, your wolf deciding that now was the time she was going to make her presence known. All because she wanted you to pop out some pups. What the fuck was that about? Is that all you were? A machine for making babies for someone else?
Although, you mind couldn’t help but fog over at the thought of being stuffed full of someone’s cum, the idea of cute, chubby cheeked babies filling your head. The longing you felt for those children made you almost break down and cry.
Why were all these weird thoughts running through your brain!?
You were far too young to be thinking about having children! You were just getting into college! You had to be patient and wait for the right person to come along, then you had to be in the right financial situation to have the proper funding to care for the children you had-
“Watch out!!” Someone screamed behind you.
Turning slowly, all you could feel was a body slamming into your own before the harsh sensation of concrete met your back.
“Oof!”
“Ow, fuck,” you croaked, holding your already pissy stomach.
“Sorry about th-whoa!” the guy above you exclaimed.
You opened your eyes to see a man, plush lips and fluffy blonde hair. Your body reacted instantly. You found yourself squirming underneath him, wanting to be released so you could jump his bones and get the relief you so desperately wanted.
He looked around and then leaned in close.
“What are you doing so far into heat without a partner?!” he exclaimed silently.
“What?” you asked, glazed eyes and aching spine and… other areas.
“What are you doing so far into your heat out here? What if someone hurts you like this? You’re not in your right mind right now, anyone could take advantage of you!” he reprimanded.
“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you lied, lamely trying to hide your condition.
“Oh fucking, don’t start with that, I’m a wolf too. I can smell you,” he said, sniffing the air, a shudder running down his spine.
“Alpha,” you breathed, his scent overwhelming your nostrils.
If being around Taehyung was torture, then this was down right deadly. A soft growl came from the man on top of you.
“C-Careful what you say, my wolf-I can’t control him while you’re like this,” he grunted, sweat starting to collect at his hairline.
“Then don’t,” you whined.
The man above you shook his head and touched your forehead with his palm. A hiss erupted from his sweet mouth, looking at you with obvious concern.
“Jesus, you’re burning up,” he said, holding his hand against your head. “You need help, and fast,” he stated.
“Jimin! Come on!” a sweet voice rang out across the campus.
“H-Hang on Irene!” he shouted back.
“Help me, please,” you begged, pain erupting throughout your lower stomach.
“I-I can’t,” he said, obviously in turmoil over your situation.
Anger flushed through your body at the rejection.
“Then get the fuck off of me, and leave me be,” you growled, shoving him with a surprising amount of strength.
“Hold on, you need someone to help you! I can get one of my friends to-”
“To what? Pity fuck me? I’m fine,” you said, gathering up your things and heading towards class once more.
“Wait! Don’t walk away! You need help!”
“Yeah, but not from you jerk!”
You couldn’t help the tears that stained your face. Someone who understood your pain, your agony, was willingly allowing you to live on in that despair.
What a fucking dick.
–
You sat down in class and your body was exhausted. Heat was rushing through your body. The board was blurry and there wasn’t anything on your mind but the stranger who’s arms you’d fallen into earlier.
Your she-wolf inside of you begged you to run around campus searching for his scent. She wanted to be bred so badly you could feel the want in your bones.
“Alright everybody, time to turn in your essay’s from this past week,” your professor announced.
As if controlled by a remote everyone reached towards their bags, you included. However, the sudden rush of blood to your head made you grip the table a little hard. Hoseok, your table mate, look at you with bewilderment.
“Dude,” he whispered, “are you fucking dying? What are you doing here?!”
“I-I’m fine,” you gritted out, pulling your folder from your bag.
“If you say so,” Hoseok whispered yet again, looking pained to leave you in such a state.
The teacher came around, collecting all your items and moving along, not even sparing you a second glance. Welcome to the real world, where no one really cares.
Everyone is just going to leave you eventually.
Just like mom…
Suddenly you were overwhelmed by emotion, unsure of its cause. Hoseok looked over again, and was floored by your face. Red, covered in tears and snot running from your nose. Quickly he grabbed a rag from his bag and started dabbing at your face.
“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you!?” he asked, watching as you hiccuped in despair.
“Hoseok am I that pathetic that everyone is going to leave me eventually? Am I really that uninteresting or boring that people will just leave me behind after everything I’ve done for them? I think I’m a nice person, or nice enough… Maybe it’s because I’m ugly and no one wants to be friends with the ugly girl, that’s charity work,” you whimpered.
“What the fuck is even going on…?” Hoseok groaned.
The sound of his low tambre running through your ears set your skin alight once more.
“Ah!” you gasped, holding your stomach in agony.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked again, still floored by the odd switches in your normally cool personality.
“My-My stomach is killing me, Hoseok it hurts so bad, please make it stop,” you cried, tears running down your face.
The students behind you had started taking notice, whispering to each other and looking moderately concerned or interested because this class wasn’t holding their attention. History class paled in comparison when there was a writhing girl on a table top.
“I’ll take you to the nurse, Mr. Kim!” Hoseok shouted out. Kim Seokjin turned around and saw your state, the young professor paled in worry.
“M-My God Miss Y/N, perhaps we should call the hospital?”
You shook your head. “No-that’s fine, I just need to lay down, that’s all,” you confirmed, moving to stand up…
Only your legs gave out before your spine could straighten up.
“Y/N!”
“Hoseok take her to the nurse immediately,” Professor Jin stated.
Weakly you tried to tell them you were fine, but your voice gave out and you curled into Hoseok’s side.
You could feel the chilled air against your heated skin as you were carried down the hallway. Hoseok’s worry only free the longer he held you and felt your heat.
The cold of the door frame hit your forearm as Hoseok turned to get you into the nurse’s office.
“Jimin! Jimin hey!”
“Hoseok-what the fuck happened?!” a higher pitched voice asked.
Cool palms soothed your raging skin as they felt your forehead.
“Shit, she’s burning up,” he murmured.
“Where should I put her?” Hoseok asked.
“Over here,” this Jimin directed.
A sterile pillow was under your head a few moments later, and you looked up through bleary eyes to see the man you had run into earlier standing next to hoseok. Anger flashed in your veins before a sharp pain sapped all hostility from your mind.
“Ah!” you cried, holding your stomach tightly.
“W-what’s wrong with her Jimin?” Hoseok asked.
“U-Uh, probably food poisoning. You need to get back to class. Mr. Hanycz will be back in a few minutes,” Jimin urged.
“Alright, let me know when she’s feeling better so I can let Mr. Kim know, he looked like he was going to shit himself,” he chuckled before heading for the door, “feel better Y/N!”
The door shut and a sharp whine came from your throat.
“What the fuck are you doing out here?!” Jimin yelled.
“Help me, please, I-I didn’t know,” you whimpered.
“Didn’t know. What she-wolf doesn’t know when her mating season is?” he said, sounding moderately offended. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid or something?”
“I-I had no idea,” you pleaded.
“How old are you? 22? 23? There’s no way you haven’t gone into heat at least once,” he scoffed.
“I’m no-Ah!” you cried out, gripping the sheet tightly. Jimin kneeled down next to you.
“It’s getting worse, if you don’t breed you could be in serious trouble, why is it so severe for you?” he pondered to himself.
“W-why are you here?” you asked him, breathless.
“Nursing assistant, I work for the school and do credential work at the same time, saves me a lot of money and time,” he explained, “but that’s not important right now.”
“Please, please make it stop,” you begged.
“I can try to find you a suitable partner, but I don’t know if we have that kind of time. Your body needs to breed, and soon. God you’re making me feel sick just looking at you,” he whispered, brushing some of your sweaty hair from your head.
“Please alpha, please breed me,” you cried, gripping his forearm weakly.
“Stop that, I can’t, I’m promised to someone else,” he stated, pushing your arm away with ease.
“I won’t tell, I won’t say anything if you just please-”
“I can’t, I’m soon to be the leader of my pack and I can’t let one little wolf girl sway the way I see the world, and the way that tradition is held,” he answered.
“Please, I’ll do anything you want,” you cried, tears streaming down your face at the ungodly amount of pain you were in.
It felt as though your body was melting in a vat of acid. Each inch of your skin was ablaze with agony. Everything hurt, even to take a simple breath was asking a lot of you. Jimin noticed and grabbed a cool pack and placed it on your forehead, trying to keep your temperature down.
“What I don’t understand is why you’re body seems to be deteriorating from it’s sheer need, this shouldn’t be happening… Y-You’re a wolf aren’t you?”
He sniffed the air and a look of confusion swept over his features.
“You smell like a wolf but… There’s something more… Something underneath it all-”
“I’m half wolf half human, my dad he-”
A deep growl reverberated throughout the room.
“A halfling?” his tone was dark and made your eyes widen in fear.
The submissive nature in you made you bow your head low to the alpha in front of you.
“I-I’m sorry I-”
“You’re like scum to my people,” he sneered.
“Please, I didn’t get a choice to be this way,” you begged.
Who the fuck did this dude think he was?
You didn’t even want to suck his dick anymore…
W-well maybe you wouldn’t go that far with it. Cause if he was offering-
Shut up. Focus.
Jimin’s face shifted, a pained expression taking over his features. “You’re right… You didn’t. I-I’m sorry… W-Who was your mother?” he asked, looking at your face.
“The Moon Princess Adalina,” you said, using the name your father had given you.
Jimin froze on the spot.
“Princess Adalina is your mother?” he said, shock evident in his voice.
“I have her mark,” you said, shakily lifting your shirt to reveal the crescent moon-shaped birthmark on your hip. His eyes widened at the reveal.
“S-She’s Queen female of our region,” Jimin whispered. “Which makes you my Princess.”
“W-what?” you whispered, gripping your stomach. The pain was getting to the point where you couldn’t make coherent thoughts anymore. Your mind was slipping, the she-wolf inside of you taking over.
“B-But why would our Queen sleep with a human… Why would she birth a halfling? It’s almost a cardinal sin for our people. You shouldn’t even be alive,” he said, incredulous.
“Yeah, well here I am,” you growled.
The room was silent, the only sound your heavy breathing.
“We can’t do this here, the nurse will be back soon… how much longer can you hold out for?”
Your vision began to fade, his annoyingly beautiful disappearing from your view.
“Jimin,” you whispered, hand falling limp on the bed.
“Shit, hang on,” he said, picking you up before placing a heated kiss on your mouth.
Relief flooded your mind and body, as if someone had doused you with cool water on a scalding day. Your arms still felt heavy, but you kissed him back, loving the feeling of his mouth on yours.
Jimin pulled away, eyes slightly glazed as he took in your scent. “God you’re making it hard to stand firm,” he whispered.
“Then don’t, please have your way with me,” you begged, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him against your body.
“I-Okay, whatever you want,” he acquiesced.
“Really? You’ll really-”
“ Don’t think this means anything, I’m just helping another wolf through their heat,” he warned. But you didn’t feel any real venom in his voice. He sounded more concerned than anything.
“Just hurry, I don’t care anymore,” you whimpered. Jimin nodded and picked you up, cradling you against him.
Hurrying out of the medical bay he carried you as if you were the most valuable gems in the world. You’re heart hammered against your rib cage, screaming for you to give yourself up to this man… this alpha to breed you. You wanted it so bad you could barely breathe.
Gripping his shoulder tight you looked up at his face. His chiseled jaw and plump lips that made your mouth water. His scent… The way his hands held your body gingerly, as if he was afraid to break you. He hurried along the street, people giving you odd looks at the pair of you passed by.
A sharp pain erupted across your side, making you whimper into Jimin’s chest. “Just hang on a bit more, almost there,” he said, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. The tender action sent your brain into a whirlwind of emotions.
You wanted his lips all over your body, in much less appropriate areas than your head.
Everything about this man was turning you into a mess of a woman.
Soon you felt the cool metal of another door hitting your legs as Jimin entered a building.
“Jimin what’s going on? You know there’s no girls allowed in here!” a younger male voice spoke up.
“Jungkook, please, she’s in heat it’s an emergency,” Jimin pleaded.
This Jungkook character came over and placed a gentle hand against your forehead.
“Oh shit,” he whispered.
“Jimin,” you whined, grabbing at his arms. He shushed you like a baby, hoisting you up in his arms again to better position you.
“I’ll clear the hall for the night. Say that there is some construction and get the other three guys down there into empty rooms. The RA is gonna be pissed, but, I think he’ll understand,” Jungkook said.
“Thanks man,” Jimin gratefully said, already heading down the corridor with you in his embrace.
“Be careful in there!”
You felt the heat creeping up your neck again, making it hard for you to think. Your mind had been through so much today as it was, you were exhausted… But it was far from over, and you could feel your body’s excitement at that fact. Clenching around nothing had your lower half cramping to a point that you couldn’t breathe.
“Just a few more minutes, I’ll get you some relief just hang in there,” Jimin said, pulling a key from his pocket and opening a door. Not without hitting you in the shoulder with it, might you add.
“I want you so bad,” you pouted, biting your lip impatiently.
Entering the room Jimin placed you on the bed. Immediately you reached for him, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Jimin, please,” you whimpered.
“Okay okay,” he eased, crawling towards you. He kissed your knee, then your inner thigh and his nostrils flared.
“Fuck you smell good,” he whined, “you’re so fertile right now. I’m-my head feels foggy.”
“I’ll clear it up,” you promised.
“Yeah? You’ll make me only focus on you and your sweet smell?”
“Kiss me,” you pleaded, tugging on his sleeve to get him closer.
His lips met yours and relief tingled in your toes and fingers. God he tasted good. Like mint and chocolate. You licked at his lips, trying to get him to open his sinful mouth.
“Wow, you’re eager,” he murmured.
“Want you so bad,” you whined, tugging at his shirt. Jimin smiled as he took his shirt off, throwing it to the side.
Your mouth watered at the sight of this handsome man, chest chiseled and arms bulging with muscles. The thought of him dominating you had your thighs trembling.
“Come here baby,” he encouraged, opening his arms. You shuffled forward, crawling into his lap without hesitation.
“Jimin,” you whined, licking at his neck out of instinct. He froze and pushed you back, making you fall into your back in shock. His strength made your shoulders hurt, and he had barely touched you.
“No marking,” he warned,
“Okay,” you complied easily.
“Sorry for being so rough, you startled me babygirl,” he purred, bringing his hands down your body, opening your legs.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted-”
“Don’t apologize,” he stated.
“My body,” you whimpered.
“That’s right, submit my Princess,” he purred.
“I submit to you, Alpha,” you whimpered and pulled him closer.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “You smell so sweet baby.”
“Use your mouth on me?”
“Gladly,” Jimin said.
Pulling your pants and panties off, he threw the offending fabric on the ground. His pupils blew large, making you shudder in anticipation. Jimin pulled your legs over his shoulder, adjusting your hips so that he could gain access to your center with ease.
“Please,” you whined.
“Eager little thing aren’t you?” He asked, kissing your knee and inner thigh lightly, teasing you with the promise of his mouth.
“Feel like I’m going to explode, Jimin, please don’t tease me anymore,” you begged.
“If you think you can handle it,” he breathed, air hitting your center with unspoken promise.
“I-I can handle it,” you whimpered, biting down on your lip hard.
“Anything you want baby, just say it, where do you want me?”
“M-My… Down there,” you blushed. You’d never experienced heat like this. His plump lips tempted you sorely, making your core clench around nothing. Being a virgin you weren’t sure how to go about asking. What did you say?
“Down where? Here?” He asked, kissing just below your lips.
You squirmed under his ministrations, wanting his mouth higher, right on your needy center.
“Jimin, I’ve never… I don’t know what to say,” you whispered.
His eyes widened as he looked at your center then back to you. “You mean you’ve never had sex before? I-I’ll be the first,” he breathed.
“Yes,” you answered.
“Fuck,” he growled, moving forward and making a big lick up your slit. “Mmm, baby you taste so sweet. Better than I fucking imagined. Shit, you taste like heaven.”
“Ah! Jimin,” you whimpered out, thigh muscles contracting from the sheer bliss running through your blood.
“How has no one tasted a pussy this good before? Your soaking this bed sweetheart,” he smirked.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed automatically.
“What if I said I’d make you get on your hands and knees and suck it all up, mm? What would you tell me then?”
You fisted the sheets in anxiousness, but opened your mouth to answer him anyways. “I-I’d get on my hands and knees and clean up my mess, Alpha.”
A snarl echoed between the walls and you felt your body tense at the reaction. “Fuck you’re so good, so obideient,” Jimin said, unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops with a dark look in his eyes. One that made you shudder in anticipation. He was teasing you, and you knew it. He had you, like putty in his hands. He knew whatever he asked of you, you’d do it happily. Anything to get his fat cock inside you.
“I’ll listen to everything you say, Alpha, I’ll be a good girl for you,” you promised.
Jimin wasn’t paying attention anymore. Right now his mind was focused on your pussy, dripping in front of him. Fertile and waiting for him to fill up with his baby.
“God I want to get you pregnant,” he groaned, fisting his hair aggressively.
“Do it, I-I’ll be your good bitch. I’ll give you as many children as you want,” you cried out, gripping your chest tightly, wanting some sort of stimulation from the way he was talking.
“I can’t! I can’t I-I’m already breaking so many rules right now. We can have sex, but I’m not gonna cum inside. I’ll pull out,” he said, falling forward onto the bed, head between your legs as he looked at your core with longing. He appeared to be in agony at the sight in front of him. Something so close yet so far away.
“It’s starting to hurt, I want you so badly I could go insane. Make up your mind and fuck me or let me die for all I care, just do something Jimin! Please for the love of Go-AH!”
You cried out as Jimin’s tongue came into contact with your clit in a harsh manner. His grip on your thighs was tight, holding your legs apart so his pathway was unobstructed. He ate you out with such raw need it made the pain in your lower stomach flare uncomfortably. Fuck you wanted him.
His mouth covered your sex, making your body shudder in relief and agony. You wanted so much more, but it was already so much better than it was originally. He licked his lips when he pulled away, face covered in you. You tasted like the sweetest of poisons. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to give you up after this. His inner wolf almost went wild at the thought of anyone else touching you in this way.
But why?
Irene and him had mated, and… they were marked, weren’t they?
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he said, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off his legs quickly. He fought with the fabric for a moment, struggling to pull it from his body. You tried to hold back your giggle as he tried desperately to free himself from the confines of the denim.
“Jimin,” you smiled, reaching up and helping him pull the pants down his legs.
He eagerly pushed against your body, rubbing his hardening cock against your leg. Before he could shove his thick length inside you, he looked into your eyes with a soft expression.
Your eyes widened at the sight of him before you. He was so big, not necessarily the longest dick you’d ever seen. Although porn was a bad example for times like this.
“Is that going to fit?”
Jimin groaned, head dropping down, mind beginning to go blank.
“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna blow my load before I even get to help you with your problem,” he croaked, pumping his dick slowly.
“S-Sorry,” You whimpered, wanting nothing more than for this agony to be over. If he ripped you in half then so be it, you didn’t give a shit anymore.
“It’s fine, but are you sure? We don’t have to do this, we can stop and I’ll forget this ever happened,” Jimin promised, holding your head in his hands.
“Yes, I’m positive, please put it in. I want it so bad,” you moaned.
“Babygirl, I’ll fuck you so good,” he swore, lining his cock up with your entrance.
Grabbing his shoulders you looked down and waited.
Jimin slowly pushed the tip in, making your mind swim from the sensation. It wasn’t too painful, more of a burning stretch than anything else. Jimin gripped the sheet behind your head, keeping himself still so you could adjust.
“Tell me when I can move,” he gritted out, in agony at the idea of waiting to pound your sopping pussy.
“Just give me a moment, you’re so big,” you whined, rutting against him softly.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. Feels so good around me baby,” he groaned, settling his face in your neck.
“God, I think you might rip me in half,” you huffed, cradling his head with care.
There was a curious sensation happening around your collarbone area. Jimin was licking at the joint between your neck and shoulder. Snuffling and licking he seemed to be acting on a baser instinct than his human mind.
“J-Jimin,” you whimpered when his canines gently nipped at the sensitive flesh there.
“Why does this feel so right? Why does your pussy feel like it was made for me? Fuck, you’re such a pain in my ass. This wasn’t supposed to happen… Babygirl, can I move yet?” He said, pulling himself upright and shifting inside of you. The stirrings of pleasure were settling between your thighs as the full feeling took over. God you wanted to be greedy, you wanted to tell him to rear back and fuck you like the animals you both were. But unlike him, your body wasn’t built to take it like a normal she-wolf could. But like fuck you weren’t going to enjoy what he was going to give you regardless.
“You can move, please move Jimin,” you begged.
Jimin didn’t waste anytime. His hips pushed forward carefully, brushing against your clit with his pubic bone. The sound he released as he pushed in for the second time made your stomach clench with want. He sounded so feral, so primal in his pleasure that it made you skin flush in bliss.
All of this was because of you. Your scent, your pussy, your pleasure.
“Fuck, so tight, so fucking messy over this bed,” Jimin snarled, gripping your thighs in his hands. His strength was showing, because you could already feel the bruises starting from his strong grasp. But you didn’t care, you wanted all of it. Even if it hurt, it didn’t matter.
“Jimin, give me more, I want more,” you cried, reaching down to rub your clit in a frantic manner. Jimin noticed and ripped your hand away from yourself.
“Such a needy little slut, who said you were allowed to touch yourself, huh? I don’t think I ever said you were allowed to do that!”
“Sorry, Alpha!”
“I’ll make you sorry. You’re my good submissive bitch, right? You’ll do anything I say?” Jimin teased, slowing down his hips and grinding into you.
“Yes! Yes I’ll do whatever you want!” You whimpered, reaching out and tangling your fingers behind his neck.
You felt Jimin pull away from you, holding his head. “I-I can’t anymore, I can’t hold him back,” Jimin whimpered, fear making its way into his voice.
His thrusts became uneven and you whimpered at the loss.
“Jimin, please, give me your cock. Want it so deep in me that I can’t focus on anything else,” you pleaded, grabbing for him in anxiety.
“M-My wolf wants you, my wolf wants to breed you,” he panted, seeming as if he were losing his touch with reality.
“What?” You asked, pleasure fading as he stopped thrusting all together.
“I-I’m already promised… I can’t breed her,” Jimin mumbled, making you worry. The pain of your heat was creeping back up your neck, causing panic to rise within you.
“Jimin what’s going on?” You asked, sitting up, wincing at the slight strain.
“All werewolves have a wolf inside of them… And mine, mine has claimed yours. He wants to breed you, and get you pregnant, and I’m the only thing stopping him,” Jimin said, serious. He was panting hard, heart rate going through the roof. Your heart constricted in worry for him. Even though you hardly knew him, you felt an urge to care for him.
“Jimin,” you soothed, running your hands down his sweaty back. Cradling his head almost on instinct you kissed his shoulder. “Everything will be okay, just trust me.”
“Fuck,” he croaked, falling forward onto you. Kissing your throat messily he gave a few more gentle thrusts to make sure you were still accepting of him.
“Don’t worry, we’re going to be alright. So let your wolf take over, and breed me,” you encouraged, holding his hands.
“You’ll let me cum inside you?” he whispered, licking the joint between your shoulder and neck again. “Let me get you pregnant baby. I know you’ll make me such beautiful pups, won’t you?”
“I-I’ll give you beautiful pups,” you agreed, mind blurring at the thought of Jimin cumming inside of you.
“I know you will, look at you. So pretty and perfect getting fucked by my big dick. Feels good huh? Feels good getting dicked down by your alpha doesn’t it?” He growled, thrusting harder into your battered core.
“Yes!”
“And if you gave birth to my babies, what would that make me?” He asked, pushing his cock impossibly deep inside of you.
“I-It would make you a dad,” you whispered, trying to focus on his words. His hips sped up, practically plowing you against the bed. The frame was shaking, Jimin’s powerful thrusts making the whole structure rattle with unease.
“That it would, so what should my precious girl call me?”
“Daddy,” you breathed.
“Fuck,” Jimin groaned. He pulled out quickly, holding the base of his now purple tipped cock.
“J-Jimin,” you called, sitting up.
“Give me a second, hearing you say that almost made me cum,” he huffed, sweat pouring down his body.
“It’s okay, take your time,” you soothed, coming forward to cradle his head in your hands. It felt natural to do this for him, to coddle him like a child. You wanted to kiss him, and tell him that everything was going to be just fine. He needed to relax.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he demanded, his firm tone making excitement rush to your core.
Doing as you were told, you got down in position for him. Hands trembling against the fabric of the sheets, you felt your body heat up. Jimin’s hands smoothed down your back, trying to calm your sensitive body.
“Taking my big dick so well baby, you were made for it, made for me,” he grumbled, rubbing his cock along your dripping slit.
“Give it to me,” you whined, moving your hips backwards to envelope him whole. The pair of you sighed, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, lips hitting your shoulder in his fervor.
“God you feel so good, fucking wet and tight pussy, all for me isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s all for you, Daddy,” you whimpered, bucking back against his hard thrusts.
“That’s right, you’re all mine,” he growled, bucking harshly into your battered womanhood. The slick trailing down your legs was evidence of your arousal. You couldn’t believe what was happening to you. How was your body tolerating this? You felt the dull ache between your thighs, no doubt bruises forming.
“Gonna cum, Daddy,” you warned, feeling the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening.
“You’re such a good bitch for me, sitting here like this. Letting me breed you,” he moaned, head thrown back in pleasure.
You felt yourself reach the peak of pleasure, a sensation so strong you felt tears well up in your eyes. “Jimin!” You cried out, reaching for him desperately. You felt warm hands wrapping around your wrists, anchoring you to the present.
“I’m here babygirl, let go for me. Show daddy how pretty his girl is when she cums,” Jimin cooed.
“Oh shit!” You screamed, body collapsing down as you trembled from the force of your orgasm. Jimin had been holding back so much already that your twitching pussy proved to be too much for him. Thrusting a few more times into your swollen cunt, he released his seed. You moaned in approval, feeling a sense of relief that hadn’t been there for days.
Jimin pushed inside of you and stayed put as his cock pulsed a few more times, depositing more of his cum safely in your heat. “My bitch,” he growled, locking his hands around your waist.
“Yours,” you agreed, eyes closing as your breath tried to even out.
A sharp pain erupted from your neck. You yelped in surprise, moving to squirm away, but Jimin held you in place firmly. He removed his teeth from your neck, licking over the wound gently. The pain left, making you hum in approval from his attention.
“There baby, you’re all mine now,” he said happily.
“Huh?” You asked, looking behind you.
“You’re gonna have my pups, god you’ll look so hot pregnant,” he whispered, holding your lower stomach with affection.
Fear trickled down your spine.
Jimin seemed to notice your unease because soon he was wrapping you up in his arms. “It’s alright, I’ll take care of you, always,” he murmured.
“No thanks,” you said, moving to push him away when he growled.
“You’re mine,” he argued.
“I believe an hour ago you were shitting on me because I’m a half-breed! Now you want me to believe that racist dick bag doesn’t exist in you anymore? Because we fucked? Sorry but that’s not how I work,” you said, trying to sit up but your hips and lower body screamed in protest.
Falling back into the sheets Jimin hovered over you, pinning your arms to the pillow under your head.
“We’re bonded together. When Irene and I tried to mate, her mark didn’t stick on me. But my mark on you, I know it will last forever. Because we’re meant to be together. I know it sounds insane, but this is wolf culture! As a she-wolf you should at least know about bonding and breeding pairs, right?”
“I know literally nothing about what you just said.”
“Try to bite me, right where I bit you. If your teeth can’t puncture because of us not being truly paired, I’ll leave you alone. I promise I will. Bite me, prove me wrong,” he urged.
You rolled your eyes. But if it would get this jerk to leave you to sleep in peace…
Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him closer, you smelled his scent that overpowered you earlier. Now, it was pleasant and welcoming. Jimin practically purred at your proximity, letting you do whatever you pleased to him. Gently, you bit down on his shoulder. You almost screamed at the sensation of your teeth sliding into his skin easily. Jimin huffed in pain, but kept quiet otherwise.
Quickly, you pulled your teeth from his shoulder and covered your mouth in shock. Jimin winced, but smiled through the stinging feeling in his neck. “And now I’m yours. Forever,” he stated.
“No. No way this isn’t happening,” you murmured, holding your head in your hands.
“You’re not taking this as well as I would’ve hoped my mate would. However, I’m probably the last person you want to be mated with. Considering our rough beginning. I apologize, truly. Y-Your scent was overwhelming me and I wasn’t sure how to react and I said hurtful things to you. My mate, the one I should protect from everything, including myself. I am sorry, if you’d let me, I’d like to prove myself to you. In anyway I can,” Jimin said, removing his hands from your wrists.
“I think that I should go,” you whispered, moving to get out of the bed. But yet again Jimin was there to stop you.
“Please wait, if you try to leave now you might hurt yourself,” he begged, looking genuinely concerned for your well being.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you huffed, standing on wobbly legs. And just as Jimin predicted you crumpled to the floor in a heap of limbs and frustration.
“Easy!” He yelped, rushing over.
“This is aggravating,” you whined, puffing the hair from your face. A slew of coughing came shortly after, the humidity in the room triggering your asthma. Jimin cradled you in worry, looking at his newly found mate in fear.
“What’s going on?”
“I have asthma, dumbass. It’s humid in here after… after all that,” you explained, trying to distance yourself from his hot flesh.
“Asthma? As a wolf?”
“I’m half human smarty,” you winced, ready for this racist asshole to start tearing you apart over something you had no control over.
“Do you need an inhaler or something? Do you have one on you?” He said, standing up and moving towards the abandoned backpack on the floor.
“Why do you care, I’m just a half-breed,” you snarled, snatching your inhaler as he handed it to you. Taking a few puffs you held your breath to even out your breathing.
“I’m such an asshole, I’m sorry. But, please don’t shut me out. I’ll prove that I can be better than that, won’t you let me prove it to you baby?” he asked, biting his lip in hope.
“You’re going to prove it to me? How?”
“By being better.”
“You’ll be better?”
“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I’m worthy of you.” Jimin said, kneeling next to you.
“Well… Let’s go out on a date and go from there?” You blushed, trying not to feel so stupid for being this way.
“I’d love to!”
Just as soon as you felt like the world was right back on track, a heat creeped up you neck once more, overwhelming you.
“Jimin…”
“Here we go again.”