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And now i have basically just finished writing an epilogue for this so if you want to be tagged hit me up! (up by this friday)
Please enjoy all the sin!!
The Yaegerbomb burned your throat with sweet victory after beating all the guys to empty the glass first. The pumping of the bass from the latest dance hit reverberated right through your chest like an irritating drum. You were shoved and pushed from the side alerting you your time at the bar was done, next, move along. Laura glared daggers to the unknowing inebriated guy. You lifted the pair of glasses dripping with condensation from the bar. Over your head of course to preserve the precious liquid inside. Only lowering to normal height when the fanfare of the bar was passed and the booth you were inhabiting was in safe sight.
âRemind me again why we go OUT to drink?â you put to the group.
âTo celebrate another uneventful full moonâ Hobi beamed, face flushed red, eyes only half focused.
âTo celebrate your third one with usâ Laura added shifting back into the bright red, fake leather half crescent seating. You chose to remain standing, resting on the sticky table. Jimin hooked his hand round your waist and pulled you in between his legs.
âYeah but we can do all of that you know, with PYJAMAS on, AT HOME!â
âWeâre not all hermits like you babe, we actually like to let off steam after a forced changeâ Jimin teased, increasing the grip momentarily on your hip. You turned with a smirk
âBeing surrounded by a bunch of alcohol infused people all compacted together is not how Iâd choose to let off steamâ You relaxed in-between his legs a bit more, perching in between the warm thighs.
âYeah and we all know how you prefer to let off steamâ Yoongi blurted out toying with you. Even with the flashing lights momentarily shining on his new dirty blonde hair that did nothing to brighten the dark teasing look in his expression. Your mouth in a playful shocked âoâ. The others giggled knowingly; you shared your feigned look of surprise with all of them.
âOh come on, if youâre both not disappearing to one of the spare rooms at the house you reek of itâ
Yoongi was not wrong.
âYour point being?â you chuckled back in response with half a glare. Yoongi just responded with an amused smile signalling his defeat.
âExactlyâ The last swig of your drink hit you the wrong way. You needed air! In a trying to be cool rush you zig zagged and criss-crossed your way through the buzzing crowd; completely failing to notice Jungkook watching you leave from across the dancefloor.
You took yourself down the alley that backed onto the club. You attempted calming, slow breathes attempting to ease the chaotic nausea in your stomach. The orange hue of a street light was failing in its job to illuminate clearly where you stood. The pound of the bass was heavier and throbbing more and more around your skull with your enhanced hearing and spinning vision.
Nausea slowly seeping off, a familiar smell painted over the dampness of the alley. You were not mentally equip to deal with Jungkook in whatever approach this was.
âJungkook now is not..â
âI saw you head out in your âIâm pretending to be casual escape walkâ and just wanted to see if you were okayâ
His heart was annoyingly in a good place, you were also now low key irritated that it had to be your cheating ex with a yearsâ experience of you to notice. You had to tell yourself as much as you and Jimin had something completely out of this world youâd only known each other a matter of months. So itâs a given that some delicate details about each other were still yet to be discovered.
âI think youâve lost the privilege to be concerned about me donât youâ Your defensive tone was also infused with bitterness. His eyes bloomed wide, the annoyance that started to fill in his gaze quickly morphed into deep regret and sadness.
âWell I donât see Jimin hereâ he muttered, pettiness shining through.
He had to go there
You straightened yourself up
âWhat and that gives you some sort of upper hand. Jungkook itâs over, you have to deal with itâ Your frown was lethal.
âIf I could take it back I would, youâre the one I want to be with, youâre the one I lo..â
âDonât even! Just leave!â
Your previous relationship with him now finally served a good purpose; the look you shot him was one he KNEW meant you were done and not to be argued with. Your whole body sighed with relief as well as at the daunting prospect of going back inside to the social nightmare of clubbing. You were briefly aware of a shadow shrouded figure entered the alley
Brushing your lack of motivation off your leather skirt you stood up straight and started to head back in, in the direction of the new alley inhabitant
Before you had a chance to react to the unmistakeable scent of a werewolf your back was shoved into the cold wall. Your utter disbelief and shock rendered you near defenceless. His body pushed up fiercely against you barricading you in. One of his hands firmly silencing any cries from your throat. He delved his face into your neck inhaling harshly as you struggled against him
âIâd recognise my scent anywhereâ he growled.
âAnd what a catch you areâ he added. The tar like of his eyes, only broken by the raging gold flecks
Wait is heâŠ
One of his hands dipped and started creeping up your thigh. Adrenaline flushed through your system like wild fire, screaming into his hand; trying to thrash yourself free. Your wished you heart that was smashing into your ribcage would smash through your chest and into his jaw.
You drew air into your lungs, the cold fresh air burned down your trachea. The cool air whooshing around you as the creep was flung crashing into the brickâs opposite. With his body out the way Jimin was shooting sharpened daggers to the body on the ground.
âWhat the Fuck do you think youâre playing atâ Jimin snarled taking a step to be more in front of you shielding you.
âWell if it isnât one of Yoongiâs puppiesâ The man responded with venom scrambling to his feet
âJiminâŠâ His attention and head shifted towards you. Big mistake. Your eyes blooming wide was the only warning he got of the impending attack; it was too little too late. A powerful punch landed square on his jaw followed by a loud grunt from him and a high pitch scream from you. His balance lost for a moment. Recovering strong, his eyes now glaring almost glowing red; saturated with nothing but rage. Jimin lunged going for the jugular, your peripheral vision caught intense, sudden movement.
âENOUGH!â Yoongiâs voice boomed down the alley. Jimin obediently stopped dead in his tracks, fear sparkling in his and the creepâs eyes.
The way they both glared at Yoongi you thought theyâd both be bowing. He approached all of you, his presence calming your nerves. Nothing would get out of control with him around.
âJimin enough, go and sort yourself out, Y/N go with him!â he barked. You nodded dragging Jimin under the street light to evaluate the damage on his face. Blood was dripping down his chin, you managed to catch it on your sleeve before it dripped onto his shirt. His lip was split, not too badly thankfully.
âTrevor I donât need to tell you this is neutral territoryâ
âNeutral or not sheâs ours and you know itâ
âYou turned her and left her! You had no idea she existed until tonightâ Yoongi snapped back. Jimin kept batting away your concerned hands at his face.
âYou know thatâs not how it works; Max will be hearing about this. Sheâs mine!â
âGood, at least this will be handled the proper way according to you guys anyway. And I think youâll find sheâs spoken for. She isnât property itâs 2020 you assholeâ Yoongi spat. There was a warmth inside you, Yoongi standing up for you was sweet and comforting for what it was worth. Trevor spat some blood on the floor through a devil glare and stomped off down the alley.
âJimin, take y/n back to mine, you can stay there tonight just as a precautionâ
âBut Jungkook will be homeâ you protested
âIâll be fineâ you added
âIâve seen what heâs been drinking and I heard you shun him so heâll be drinking a hell of a lot more, I doubt heâll be home for a while and even when he does heâll be fucked okay! Itâs not a request y/nâ
Before you had a chance to protest further Jimin pulled you past the others and made your way back to Yoongiâs.
//
âStop faffing and let me look after youâ You scolded Jimin for the umpteenth time. His split lip had stopped bleeding and had started to swell. You were trying to combat this by holding a tea towel shrouding ice cubes to his face. You were sat on your legs next to Jimin whoâd just slouched on the sofa.
âIâm fine, itâll be cleared in a day or two, stop fussingâ
âBut itâs my fault, if I hadnât called youâŠâ
âBabe its fineâ he reassured taking your hand that was aimed for his cheek.
âPromise?â
âYes, stop worryingâ After a prolonged stare, ending in his diamond sweet smile reigning victorious.
âGod I canât believe that asshole is my makerâ you slumped further down onto your legs.
âWhat did they mean settle it the right way? Am I going to cause you guys a lot of trouble being in your pack?â In your drunk state your thoughts had started to spiral and Jimin knew it, pulling you onto his lap.
âHey, hey. Stop! You trust Yoongi yeah?
âYes, of course I doâ you responded almost offended
âWell then trust him to deal with itâ
âBut what needs to happen?â you pushed further. Jimin was hesitant for a second, wanting to avoid getting into it; especially when he had you unconsciously squirming on his lap.
âWell normally nothing would, weâre normally free to go to any pack as long as they accept you. Technically you donât even need to be in one but seeing as wolves are social animals it tends to happen. But Maxâs group live in the dark ages mentally so they see it as if they made you, you are theirs and thatâs it; you have to go with themâ
âSo what if itâs challenged?â you urged
âThe two packs will need to fight for youâ
âWHAT!â
âIâm not having anyone fight for me!â
âI know, I know, but itâs just how itâs got to be done with these guysâ
âUggh!â you groaned shifted off of him and headed to Yoongiâs room.
âWhere are you going?â
âTo get an oversized shirt to wear to bedâ
âWear mineâ his shirt was already peeled off and being offered to you. You were not displeased with the view
You chuckled lightly
âJimin I appreciate the gesture but that wonât even cover my assâ
âY/N please, I donât want you covered in Yoongiâs scentâ You smiled
He was so sensitive to smell even for a werewolf. You shimmied out of your white off shoulder crop top, taking your bra off under his shirt. He dragged you in between his legs teasing the zip at the top of your leather skirt down. His eyes endearingly looking up at you, chocolate filled gooey eyes consuming you as his palms massaged your behind and tops of your thighs gently pulling you again into his lap.
Your hands sat cradling the back of his neck, fingertips gently caressing his hairline.
âPlease donât worry tonight, nothing is going to be done about it this evening before anything happens Yoongi will call a meeting anyway and you can say whatever you want thenâ Your hips angled into his lap following the squeeze on your behind.
âDo I get the feeling you want to try and help me not think about it?â You ground your hips into him again. You could already feel your arousal beginning to pool.
âUggh!â he whined throwing his back.
âWhat?â
âI can smell you and I wonât even be able to taste you tonightâ he whined pouting his ballooned lip to you.
âGod I canât even kiss you!â he added. He was pissed, that boy loved nothing more than to be between your thighs, to have them compress around his head as he absorbed everything he could as you came.
âWell lucky for me you have other assets beside your mouthâ you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before nestling, placing light kisses along his collar bone. His eyes lazy watching you pick an ice cube from the towel. Hissing as the cold water trailed down in between his chest bumping over the definition of his hands leaving the trail a disrupted line. His hand gripped yours when youâd trailed the ice around his right nipple.
âOkay thatâs enough, bed!â
âDid you bring it?â Jimin asked in a half pant setting himself lying on top of you, knee pressed to you core. Foreheads touching both fighting every urge to lose each other into desperate kisses.
âMmmhmm, in my bagâ exhaling as he left you on the bed. Jimin had convinced you it would be a good idea if you started carrying your bullet vibrator around with you more often. On multiple occasions heâd more than proved it was a great idea; especially once during a particularly tense break during one of your exams. Heâd easily swayed you into one of the dance practice rooms and had you shoved up against the mirror.
âWhy have you brought that in?â You queried questioning eyes taking in Jungkookâs bobbly polka dot scarf.
âDo you think heâll mind if Iâve borrowed it to fuck you?â The wicked grin that crept across his face had you shaking your head, your lip bit between your teeth.
âYou are awful Park Jiminâ You did not hesitate when he secured it at the back of your head blindfolding you. You had to concentrate on bypassing the scents from Jungkookâs scarf and only the musky, wood and comforting scent of Jimin. The path down your body that would normally be formed by his lips was replaced with the light buzzing of the vibrator. His face wasnât far from yours, his hot amaretto tainted breath told you that; one of his arms was planted next your head keeping him steady.
âJimin, please!â you whined, full of impatience. Heâd conducted the bullet passed where you wanted it way too many times.
âYou want it?â he spoke in your ear
âTake Itâ He didnât have to ask you twice. When the vibrations hit your throbbing clit your head blissfully rolled back into the mattress. Your free hand dug into his hips when his fingers easily thrust into you
âFuck your beautiful when youâre like thisâ
âI bet you canât wait until you finally have my cock inside you, until my hands are around your throat and youâre begging me to give you what you want. You clenched around him panting out obscenities.
âOh you like that when I talk dirty in your ear donât youâ Youâd automatically depressed the small button on top of the bullet to increase the setting.
âYou know I fucking do, stop teasing me and just do it alreadyâ you ordered breathless. You were pressing your hips harder into the vibrator chasing that seducing rhythm. Just as you were about to fall off the edge his fingers left you and snatched the vibrator from you. Hips chasing nothing.
âWhere are your manners?â he teased.
âJimin I swear to fucking god IâŠâ You both stilled, both your ears catching the noise of the front door clicking open and shut. Jimin being the asshole that he is only saw this as an opportunity when he realised it was Jungkook who was stumbling around.
âJimin, stop! Heâll hearâ you pleaded weakly, his hands easily pinning yours above your head as well as easily securing them with just one of his hands. The other snatching the toy from and cruelly holding it harsh against your clit on full power.
âOnly if you canât be quietâ The vibrations were too powerful to escape and too powerful for you to be quiet. Jimin was using his body weight to keep your body from squirming to ease the vibrations.
Asshole
Even funnelling your moans through your lips seemed futile, they seemed to fill the room.
âJust cum and Iâll stopâ
Like you had a choice at this point. Your cries were not quiet, the second your whole body started convulsing he stopped the vibrations and let go of your hands.
Your heart rate steadied, the sweat on your skin cooled. His fingertips ghosting your skin elicited goose-bumps where they traced. He slid the scarf from your eyes, the first view of his smug face had you giggling quietly.
âAsshole!â you scolded whacking his arm.
âBaby I havenât even fucked you yetâ
âYou canât be serious!â He was deadly serious. He crept off the bed and etched the door open as quietly as he could.
âHeâs passed out on the couchâ Not believing him, you stumbled to where he was. Jungkook was indeed passed out on the couch in an awfully uncomfortable looking position. He hadnât even closed the curtains so the moonlight sifted in illuminating his flushed out face.
âHappy?â he quipped his head to the side closing the door. You pulled him by his belt into you; only the clinking of the buckle coming undone was heard over your hurried breaths.
âBaby I donât want to be loudâ you whined as your hand crept down his waistband.
âBetter get on your hands and knees thenâ you elicited a groan from his lips when your hands wrapped around him.
He shoved your face down into the pillow gripping at the back of your neck.
âI guess Iâll have to go slow to try and keep you quietâ You nodded into the mattress, already gasping as he soaked his cock in your arousal. His hand left your neck and balled up your shirt in his fist pulling you onto him. Long drawn out groans escaped both of you. Fully inside you he stopped moving
âGod, you feel so good every timeâ he grunted finally moving, your hand scrambling to grip the side of his thighs as he was tortuous in his lack of speed. Your moans deep and prolonged with each thrust.
âI bet Jungkook never felt this good did he?â he panted
âNo, faster!â
âIs that what you want?â
âFuck, yes, I donât care about the noiseâ
âYou changed your tune quick. Music to my earsâ
His hips snapped into faster thrusts; you cried your moans into the mattress. Your knuckles stained white holding onto the cotton barrier. His hand firmly snuck back to the back of throat and pressured on either side. Jimin readjusted himself slightly; each snap of his hips now hitting the velvet goldmine sitting inside you. You started pushing back onto him, the gentle light headedness seeping in. You turned your head to the side to take some fresh air into your lungs
âFuck Jimin, Iâm close donât stopâ you cried out after a harsh thrust. The cry was not shrouded in the pillow. Your words sent him to jerk his hips more sporadically and his grip tightened on your throat. That was enough. Your muscles released the pressure in overwhelming waves. He carried on thrusting into you, shoving you into a state of over sensitiveness which had you whimpering in high gasps until he finally grunted and his hips started jerking. He went to pull out but your hand clamped onto his thigh and pushed him into you giving him no choice but to grunt your name and cum inside you.
Your hips collapsed on the bed with him behind you hand resting docile on your side.
âThereâs no way that didnât wake himâ Jimin chuckled. Jiminâs phone screen brightened up and vibrated loudly against the wood side table. You rolled onto his chest as he selected the message that had just come through
-sod JK, thereâs every way that I heard it-
âWhen the hell did Yoongi get back?â you asked burying your face into his chest.
//
You spent the whole of your lecture staring at your phone trying to coax a message from Yoongi to pop up. Your word document open on your laptop remained empty, not a word typed.
//
âWeâll know more laterâ Laura tried to offer
âIt will get sortedâ She still wasnât helping. You responded with a blank water filled gaze; eliciting a warm hug which actually was half comforting.
âAnyway, arenât you supposed to be going to lunch with Jimin after his practice before the meeting?â Laura spread her books and notepad like a deck of cards on the library desk
âYeahâ you replied.
âWell go on then, Iâll send you my revision notes from today seeing as you failed massively to take anyâ
âThanks, catch you in a bitâ
Youâd actually never been over to the dance studios on campus; it was a damn side better aesthetically than the science building. The reception area was neat. The navy-blue sofas pressed against the window matched the scattering of large bean bags beside them. Elegant dance pictures framed and hung on the flawless white paintwork of the walls. You took the door labelled âPractice Roomsâ and headed for no.4. Number 1 & 2 were clearly the larger rooms; 1 was clearly more of a show room as there was a large rectangular window peering in. Practice room 4 was much smaller and only occupied by Jimin and Hobi.
Both the boys were glistening with sweat that had permeated in pools on their tank tops; loose trackies sat on their hips. The door lightly knocked shut behind you. Shoes off bag down on the ground. Both sets of eyes glancing their way acknowledging your entrance; bodies still moving flawlessly in sync with each other focused on the music throbbing round the studio. It was definitely something choreographed by Hobi, the sharper more prominent moves contrasting to the softer, fluid movements of Jiminâs contemporary strengths.
âWell that was definitely somethingâ praising the masterpiece youâd intruded on.
âThink so?â Hobi questioned regaining air in his lungs.
âOh come on, you know itâs good!â When it came to dancing modest was not something he was capable of.
âHeâs been a âŠ. Douche this morningâ He went to hug you, pushing your palm on his chest in refusal.
âErm no. Sweaty. Iâd like my outfit to not be covered in Jimin sweatâ His shoulders slumped, Hobi finding amusement in your words.
âToold!â Hobi teased retrieving his holdall, slinging it round his shoulders.
âIâll catch you guys later. Y/N please donât worry about later weâll sort itâ
âIâll do my bestâ.
âHonestly I wish people would stop even mentioning itâ
âWell I wish you wouldnât worry about itâ Jimin countered. You slid yourself onto the beech table pressed to the back wall. Jimin swiping the damp hair from his face.
Why is everyone so fucking calm about this.
âSo what do you wanna do for lunch. I think a burger from Bennyâs will ease my overthinkingâ
âYeah?â He stalked over to you nudging himself in between your legs, forefinger tracing under your neck angling your head aiming to meet his lips.
âI was thinking maybe more you?â
âWell that was about as smooth as a cactusâ you quipped. Both his hands interlocking with yours lifting them around like they were joysticks.
âAnd what makes you think Iâll be in the mood with all this fighting stuff?â He edged into you as far he could his cheek brushing against yours
âBecause you know when I touch youâŠâ He gripped your thighs tugging your clothed core onto his thigh
âMmmâ
â⊠just rightâ the whisper and breath crept along your ear, fingers tip toeing their way up your body creeping to hold snug around your neck.
âI can get you begging for me to fuck youâ Your half weak smile powered up to a full-on smirk.
âYou know you canât resist meâ he cooed, the innocent beautiful face hiding the demon tempter beneath.
He was right
No matter your state of mind with you both being essences your bodies would take over; completely over fuelling and over writing any processes your rational mind was running. Like animals in damn heat.
Your hand tugged at the drawstrings of his bottoms.
âI think youâll find youâre trying to seduce me. SoooâŠâ Your hand wandered, pushing under the elastic waist band. Palm pressing against his cock
âItâs you who canât resist meâ You canât resist each other. The deep groan in his throat, the slow tilt of his head back. Your senses ran wild. Pupils blowing out like balloons, your irises flaming golden at each other. The primal wolves taking over.
Lips chasing yours plump with need as you slid of the table hand still nursing his growing member
âTell me you want meâ you breathed between heavy kisses. You want to hear his desperate breathes for you
âI want youâ A relieved exasperated exhale fanned across your neck, hand leaving his straining cock with no more contact. His own hand under your control to unhook your jean buttons. Forehead nudged to yours watching your hand disappear.
âWant this?â
âMmm need thisâ the plea slipping past his lips. Hungry eyes looking down lip between his teeth.
If a look could have you flatlining it was him biting his lips
âYou want to make me feel better? Want to make me cum, whine out your name?â Your words were slightly broken, the delicate swirls of your fingers on your clit his hand following your movements.
âGod yes!â The growl pried from his lips.
âThen go lock the doorâ you whispered.
//
âOkay so we all know why weâre hereâ Yoongi began stood, the fireplace behind him crackling an orange hue into the room. The five of you all lounged around the option of sofas, determined curious stares all facing the Alpha. The leather jacket was non-existent but the standard white tee and jeans remained consistent. The rest of you were much more at home; slouched in variety of comfy hoodies and trackies. This house was huge and often played host to pack sleepovers.
You and Jimin were snug to each other, his arm cocooning you into his chest. When Yoongi started to speak Jimin felt your heart start to rattle unnerved in your chest; he placed a light squeeze at your waist.
âSo I went to see Max last night and safe to say they havenât changedâ
âSo youâll be fighting?â Laura questioned; you sensed no fear in her voice just utter curiosity.
âNoâ Everyone began shuffling, uncomfortable air and unknown suffocating the room. The unwelcome spirit stirring.
âTrevor was pretty beat up when I went. Max was not too impressed by the whole ordeal if Iâm honest he was furious. Heâs basically washed his hands of the situation and told Trevor he will not be fighting his battlesâŠbut was adamant the old ways are still followedâ he continued
âWe agreed that is only fair that if one alpha isnât fighting then neither should the otherâ
Nausea oozed through your being, uncomfortably smashing your thoughts everywhere. The others all wide eyed still suffering from the shock that:
1. Max actually seemed to been reasonable
2. Yoongi was not going to fight.
Will I have to fight for myself?
Iâm not strong enough yet
Iâll have noâŠ
âIâm putting it to you guys. Obviously, Y/N itâs out of the question youâre nowhere near strong enough yetâ
Gee thanks!
âGuys I canâtâŠâ you launched yourself up. Jimin wanted to hold you close but he knew you were adamant
âI canât have you fighting for me this is ridiculous. You didnât ask for any of this.
âIt should be Hobi heâs next strongestâ Laura piped up. Everyone completely ignoring you trying to make their point. Arms tightly folded nails digging into the skin of your arm
âYeah Iâll go, Iâll be more than happy to wipe that smirk of that assholes faceâ Your glare hit Jimin a call for backup. He shifted to speak
Thank you
âIf anyone it should be meâ leaning forward with sincerity. You flayed your hands, fingers wide
For godâs sake!
âJimin I donâŠâ Yoongi began
âI know Iâm not as strong as Hobi but Iâm not that much weaker either and besides donât you think out of everyone Iâve got the most motivation and drive; I mean sheâs my girl!â
âJimin we canât risâŠâ Yoongi returned
âNo Yoongi, I think he has a point, like we all love Y/N but he will have the most resolve and determination and the facts itâs his essence heâs fighting for will be all the betterâ Hobi giving Jimin a supportive smile.
âI agreeâ Laura arm raised up in solidarity.
âJoon? Tae?â Yoongi glancing to the quietest two of the group. Nothing would ever be decided without everyoneâs opinion being noted.
âMakes sense to meâ
âAnd meâ
In the time theyâd all ignored you, annoyance had crept into your skin, a toxin flushing out any desire to spend time with these guys this evening.
âOkay, fine itâs sorted then. Jimin youâre in youâve got 3 daysâ Yoongi beamed casually, shoulders down, weight lifted.
âNow letâs enjoy the eveningâ Yoongi went to hand you your glass that had been resting on the mantle. You blankly refused.
âI think Iâll just go to bedâ Tone low with agitation seeping over your words. Jimin stood.
âJust leave itâ You spat, everyone calling after you as you stomped yourself to the bedroom.
You launched yourself into the chair in front of the mirror with a huge huff. Staring harshly at your mirror image. The glistening glint of fluid filling your eyes.
Nope!
You shoved yourself up and rummaged aggressively through your bag for one of your virology books. Fundamentals of molecular virology by Nicholas H Acheson. Had been youâre favourite so far this course.
Nothing like reading about genius designed killing machines to take my mind off going full breakdown.
You were only minutely disturbed by the low throb of the TV downstairs, and the occasional outburst of laughter.
-Baby, Iâm sorry, please donât be angry with us. Can I come up yet? -
-Iâm angry youâre all so easily wiling putting yourself in harmâs way just for my sake. And NO!-
- I LOVE YOU! Thatâs why Iâm doing it. The others love you two-
The three words that you canât wait to hear in a new relationship. The three words that should fill you with that queasy happiness. They only made you irritable.
-Donât you dare say that for thre first tiem in this situation. Getting beaten the fuck up is not how I want you ro show it to me -
You cursed yourself at the angry spelling when your words popped up in the conversation bubble of your chat. You lent back kicking the book to the floor snuggling yourself into the duvet as much as humanly possible. Jimin would have to fight you for his side of the duvet later.
//
You felt his struggle begin, the struggle which disrupted the calm ambience of your sleep. You drowsily rolled over, huffing with your movement. He crept up behind you, a nervous mongoose rolling next to the sleeping snake. You were too dazed to fight for too long and eventually allowed him to press himself up against you, the reluctant small spoon.
âBabyâŠâ he whispered
âNot nowâ you exhaled weakly. His hand pulling down the collar of your top placing a delicate drawn out kiss against your skin.
âJiminâ you warned softly. He preceded to creep sloping his arm up, resting his hand between your breasts. You were not going react, letting sleep slowly re-capture you. Being the stubborn one he was he nudged his hips into you. You felt his lips crease on the back of your neck.
âPlease⊠babyâ The sucrose dripping off every word into a whine.
âWhat!?â clunking yourself around to face him. Features barely visible, diamonds in his eyes shimmering none the less.
âI Love You princessâ You took a few seconds.
The anger draining out of you as you exhaled a forgiving chuckle.
âI also want youâ he nudged you to lay on his chest.
âTo trust meâ
âYou know I doâ The smell of alcohol diffusing of his skin.
âLet me finish, I want you to trust me to do right by you and fight for you okayâ The happiness that had swelled had now deflated to nausea.
âIâll win okay. Thereâs no way youâre going with them. You are far too precious to all of us for that to happenâ
âPrecious?â bemused.
âOkay cheese loaded choice of words but IâŠâ
âOkkkaaayâ you exclaimed pressing a forefinger chaste to his lips.
âIâll try and be a calmer bitch, but Iâm well within my right to be scared that my boyfriend is going to be fighting an absolute tankâ
âThat a low dig at my height?â he chuckled pinching your hip
âYou really do have a thing about that donât youâ you teased.
âWell good thing I love you anyway thenâ You shuffled up kissing him.
âOh decided to say back it to me thenâ Your palm flat across his chest, fingers gently circling his chest
âSay it again, I was half asleep beforeâ You cooed, the pleasant beat of his chest, lulling you sweetly.
âI love you, now go to sleep I can hear you heart slowingâ
âMmm I can get used to you saying thatâ
âOnly if you stay mineâ
âMmmmhmmâ you mumbled.
//
âYouâre getting so much stronger and fasterâ Yoongi praised panting the second he heard the human knackered pants from the next. You were on the floor, back heavy on the cool concrete floor. Enough energy was mustered to grab the blanket you kept in your cell. Your exposed body at least had some cover until the energy was mustered to dress yourself.
âYou...think?â
âYeah your doing so well, progressing so much faster than the others didâ The light metal clink of his buckles clear as a bell.
âYou decent?â he added.
âEnoughâ you managed, Yoongi creeping around the corner peering down at your feebleness.
âRecovery is tough for meâ
âI can tellâ he chuckles securing the blanket round you assisting you to your feet.
After your first full moon you quickly learnt it wasnât all plain sailing from there. Yes in human form everything was enhanced; hearing, smell, strength. Every sense amplified. In wolf form though it was bit more complicated. Stamina and strength needed to be trained, perfected. Yoongi had been taking you out for runs and various exercises. You knew heâd taken you out today to tire you out and distract you like a toddler; I guess in wolf world you were in a way. You were becoming more confident with your capabilities and using the abilities you now possessed. With your wolf form being tested you needed a good few hours of recovery time. Most of which you spent in bed or in a bath.
âHelp me to bed pleaseâ
âObviouslyâ
You crashed the second your head graced the pillow
//
Bed depressing next to you, that addictive scent swallowing you whole; warm arms pushing gentle at your stomach shifting your body closer to him. Â An unyielding kiss pressed to the top of your shoulders. The subtle nudge of his crotch into your behind signalling his intentions. Half pulled out of your sleep you responded with a weak nudge of your behind into him. Consent given shirt pushed up over your chest. Harsh kisses on the top of your back; your weak spot. Fingertips creeping down your side tugging your hips harder into his already hard cock. He really couldnât control himself around you, so easily driven wild. Hands now slick in your arousal open mouth bites at your shoulders. No words spoken, just breathier pants slowly escalating. Band snapped; patience dry. Your hips were shoved forward, cock sliding through, coated enough in your juices to thrust into you with ease. Your close-mouthed moan loud in his ears. His even pace torturous and sweet. It stayed even, slowly winding the coil tighter and tighter within you. Part of you wanted to beg him to go faster the other part wanting the steady climb to never end. You wanted to keep feeling anything, anything to keep you away from you fear of later.
Fist flying to his hip gripping his flesh. The restraint he had to muster to not accelerate his hips. He wanted you to come undone hard and slowly.
âHarderâ His hips snapped slower, more deliberate pressure harder and your spot.
âNot that your mouthâ It had hardly left your shoulder you wanted his teeth sunk deeper.
âAre you sure?â
âMmmâ you choked
âBite meâ you begged breathless, growl pursing through his lips. He was never going to deny you anything you wanted. Canines growing against your skin. The sting of skin being pierced had you clenching around him causing him to choke, pushing the blood swirling in his mouth out the side of his lips. The warm trickle running down your shoulders painting the sheets red. Â The copper taste swallowed down. Blood wasnât amazing to wereâs; I mean thatâs for the vamps but it wasnât disgusting either. It was mildly nice; but to Jimin yours was so fucking sweet, a delicacy he would savour every chance he got.
One harsh thrust and you were done. Each pulse seeming longer than the last, by the last one he was jutting into you swearing your name. Heat flushing away you rolled to face him. His hand cradling your cheek. His looked completely fuck out, blood staining those pump lips and in the creases of his mouth.
âI love youâ he panted; those word hit you again. Salty tears filling slowly over your pupils.
âOh baby donâtâ he pleaded. His thumb brushed away the first droplet to fall down your flushed rose tinted cheek.
âIt will be fine, Yoongi wouldnât let me if he didnât think it was doable. And if something was to go wrong then he would probably fuck the rules of anyway for you. Heâs so bonded to youâ
âI know but⊠what if this is the last time you make me fall apartâ
âIt wonât be, Iâm not giving up your pussy for shit!â He was good at making you smile and giggle no matter your mood. It was a pure talent.
âNow that I do believeâ
âThere you goâ
âPlease just get ready and go now before I start completely balling itâ
Youâd been banned from going, at the request of Jimin of all people. He didnât want to get distracted and did not want you to see him get hurt. Yoongi also backed this so your fate was decided; not that you didnât give them hell for it.
//
âSo⊠whoâs the puppy thatâs going to loseâ Trevor goaded walking forward breaking the crescent of his pack stood for the show. Jimin stepped forward announcing his participation.
âWhy am I not surprisedâ
âAlright stop the bullshit letâs just get this redundant old thing out the wayâ Yoongi interrupted at the centre of his packâs crescent.
âFine, you both know the rulesâ Max Began
âNo jugular attacks! The wolf to be down for 7 seconds losesâ he continued. Trevor and Jimin squared up to one another
âIâm going to enjoy fucking your scent off herâ Trevor toyed, vicious glare with venomous eyes
Jimin did not even dignify that with a response; shifting and jumping straight to attack.
Animal whines echoed through the blanket of trees surrounding the gathering. Yoongi, Laura, Hobi, Tae and Joon stood, quiet in silent confidence. Maxâs pack however were goading and cheering Trevor on like a pack of wild animals, they outnumbered Yoongiâs pack by five.
Snarls seething with venom, blood matting the fur surrounding their jaws. Jimin pressing against the rage trying to keep the cool head with difficulty. Â An equal fight, both being launched by their necks to the ground. Paws swiping at faces leaving streaks of blood.
âJimin!...Get Up!â Laura wailed, Trevor had slung Jimin against a tree and heâd not moved.
â1â
â2â
â3â
Jiminâs vision had blurred, indistinguishable noises rattled round his head. Body on fire, the overwhelming taste of copper disgusting in his mouth. His body not responding to commands. Trevorâs wolf walking away, swag in his step already declaring himself the winner. His pack cheeringâŠ
â4â
Something illuminated inside him, his body on fire from the inside, like it wasnât even his pain. It felt like he could feel your pain, your distress; the agony of being without him. It broke him, the tears formed at the corner of his eyes stinging the wound at the corner of his eye.
At the house you rolled over, a sharp pulling in your chest. Something detaching inside you. Your groan and cry falling on no ears.
Jimin snarled quietly, rejuvenated, he would not have you feeling so distraught. If Yoongiâs pack had been smart they would have warned him Jimin had pushed himself up, paws sore but he was past caring. He began to sprint; Jimin being faster than Trevor could react smashing him into a tree. Determined bark growling out past Jiminâs mouth. Teeth clamping down on Trevorâs neck just below his jugular; tugging hard before flinging him into the tree again.
â1â
â2â
â3â
Trevorâs pack were swearing. Profanities thick directed at him.
â4â
â5â
â6â
â7â
The silent pack now erupted with cheer, rushing over to the limping form of Jimin. Both guys transformed back, wounds seeping, a pair of panting naked bodies. Wounds being assessed of both participants. Most of Trevorâs were round his neck, thick lacerations going down to his chest. A covering of scratches spanning his torso. Jimin had one particularly worrying gash in his neck, he was unbothered. Trusting in his friends and their ability to stop the flow of blood. His healing ability would do the rest. Eventually. His right eye was curtained with red, cut above his eye pissing with blood. His torso wounds were mildly more severe than Trevorâs; but Jimin just wanted to get back to you.
Yoongi relieved, waltzed up to Max, A begrudging handshake occurred.
âNow itâs done! I donât want to hear of anymore shit from your guys. You go near here again and theyâll be hell to payâ Yoongi snapped. Max frowning more at the wailing sack of shit that was Trevor on the floor.
âOf course,â He seethed through gritted teeth.
//
Youâd sat numb in a ball on the sofa staring blankly at the tv. Noise becoming white, words and light becoming indistinguishable mashes of colour. You heard the distinct whirring of Yoongiâs car as it drew closer. You rushed up to lean against the sofa, folded arms, nails anxious between your teeth. The door clicked; feet fast to greet whatever was about to walk through that door. Laura walked in first, holding the door ushering Tae and Joon inside. Hobi and Yoongi supporting Jimin who was just about supporting his weight. Youâre not sure what happened first, the hand flying to your mouth or the tears now running down your cheeks. The thought of your fate a speck of dust in the wind compared to overwhelming state of Jiminâs welfare.
âOh my god!â
The boys lowered him to the sofa, his face creased up wincing. You flew to the first aid kit Yoongi insisted on having for shifting injuries. The others began flapping around and preparing things.
âCan I just be with MY girl pleaseâ Jimin groaned. All eyes on the two of you, the antiseptic wipe briefly leaving his eyebrow.
âYou mean?â
âTold youâ He croaked. Your sweet smiles mirrored in each other. A long kiss against his forehead followed by the others leaving.
âWeâll be at Lauraâs if you need anything. Y/N just make sure you slow all the bleeding down, heâll be fineâ
You spent a good hour or so wiping the field of cuts. The alcohol causing a stream of curses from Jiminâs mouth. You went to un-tape the red soaked towel from around his shoulder and neck. His battered hand stopped yours.
âPlease donât. Thereâs no way you want to see thatâ
âBut itâs got to be cleanedâ
âTrust me it will be fineâ
âCan we just please go and rest together, donât know about you but Iâve had a shit dayâ He teased
âEven the early afternoon?â you countered, feigning insult.
âWell I mean that was alriâŠghtâ You supported him up off the chair.
âDo not make me add to your injuries Park Jimin!â You jested. The fact his sense of humour was intact pulled the plug to your overflowing concern.
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Itâs no surprise that in such a busy, fast paced culture we even have âdue datesâ for our babies. However unlike work projects, there is no real deadline for babies- theyâre babies!
There is a lot of conversation around the accuracy of due dates (are ultrasounds more effective? Is 40 weeks actually the length of a ânormalâ pregnancy?) but for the most part, âdoctors, midwives, and online due date calculators use Naegeleâs rule to figure out an estimated due date (EDD). Naegeleâs rule assumes that you had a 28-day menstrual cycle, and that you ovulated exactly on the 14th day of your cycle (Note: some health care providers will adjust your due date for longer or shorter menstrual cycles). To calculate your EDD according to Naegeleâs rule, you add 7 days to the first day of your last period, and then count forward 9 months (or count backwards 3 months). This is equal to counting forward 280 days from the date of your last period. (an excerpt from Evidence Based Birth- Due Dates)â
Even if you know the exact date that you conceived, there is evidence suggesting that the âdue dateâ is actually 3-5 days after 40 weeks. As you can tell, there is a lot of room for variation using this method.
Only 5% of babies are born on their due dates. That means that 95% of babies are born before or after their due dates. In fact, the average first time baby is born 5 days after their due date.
The majority of parents that Iâve worked with shift into a state of concern when they pass their due date. And itâs with good reason! In our culture, it is incredibly rare to let pregnant people go past 42 weeks. And most people prefer not to be induced if they can avoid it.
So, what do we do about it?
Hereâs my proposal:
1) Â Â Call it a âguess dateâ. Heck, call it a âguess month!â Or, at the very least, an âestimated due dateâ.
2) Â Â Emotionally prepare to welcome baby ANYTIME between 37-42 weeks. Have your bags packed by 37 weeks (if youâre birthing in the hospital or birth centre), but donât expect baby to arrive before 42 weeks!
3) Â Â Refer family and friends to the statistics in this post early enough in your pregnancy that they get the idea- babies do not arrive âon timeâ. A huge part of the pressure is family and friends. Be proactive and let them know about the MONTH that you may be waiting for baby to make their guest appearance.
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