#noonanet

"I can't wait to be home-ah, fuck, and ins-side of you." He continued his ministries, his soft moans stirring the pot in the pit of your stomach as the visual of him, alone in his hotel bed, shirt riding up his toned chest with flushed cheeks, and plump lips lingered in your mind. You had the sudden urge to stop the voicemail now and ring him up, but he had to be asleep by now considering he was on the opposite side of the world. So instead, you honed in on the sound coming out of your phone, your own breath becoming labored as a slow ache started to pool.

"You'd let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours, wouldn't you baby girl?" He spoke again, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence and it had your mouth watering.  

Really, what was he trying to pull?! He wouldn't be home for another 3 weeks and this wasn't helping the whole distance and the not being able to touch him thing. And this, this monstrosity disguised as a blessing of a voicemail, was not helping at all.  

You threw your body down against the mattress, making sure the phone didn't go anywhere as your hand slid into your night shorts. You listened as Jimin's breathing became shallow, his voice becoming more vocal. He really must have been alone considering how loud he was getting. Not that you minded, actually, the thought of him getting caught only turned you on further.

Your hand grazed over your panties and you already started to feel the dampness seep through the thin fabric. Your neck craned and your back arched as you applied the slightest amount of pleasure and you were surprised just how weak a dirty talking Jimin could make you.

"I know you would, you'd take it so well. Ah- your lips wrapped around me, fuck. I'm getting close. See what even the thought of you does to me?" He breathed, each whimper making your heart flip and soak the measly cloth even further, "You're all I can think about, fuck I miss you. When I come home I'm going to ravage the fuck-mmph, out of you."

Okay, you weren't playing anymore. You slipped two fingers under your drenched panties, and headed straight for your clit, rubbing small circles against the little bud, creating music of your own. Your breath matched his as you flicked your wrist against yourself, his moans and mewls reaching a fever pitch as he cried out he was coming.

"Ah, fuck!" He sobbed, his aggressive strokes stuttering as his breath caught in his throat. But you weren't nearly finished.

"Would you look at this," He laughed, his breathing still heavy, "I made such a mess of myself. I better go and clean up before Taehyung comes back. Don't get too worked up, my love. Goodnight." And then the voicemail beeped, and it was done.

You huffed as soon as the beep ended. Don't get too worked up? How dare he! He knew damn well what he was doing, that tease. But, you figured two could play at that game.  

You opened the little ghost widget; Snapchat. You were going to play just as dirty if not even more so. Park Jimin was going to learn today. You threw the bedsheets off of you, and as well as your shorts before holding down the record button, winking to the camera before aiming it downwards, showing him the dark, wet patch on your underwear and running a finger over it. After reviewing the video and deeming it good enough, you hit Jimin's username and then send. You figured he wouldn't open it until he woke up, but nearly right as you sent it, it was opened.  

You waited not so patiently to see if you were going to get a response, mindlessly rubbing your aching sex before the screen refreshed, signaling a new snapchat. But not a video, or picture; just a text.

Minnie: Fuck, I see you got my voicemail 😉 send another

You scoffed at his response. Another? Yeah, he sent you a voicemail which was longer than a 10 second video, but you HAD sent a VIDEO. And you figured if he was up and able to view your snap, he could play for a bit too. So, you typed a quick response saying that that wasn't how it was going to work.

You: No no, Park. You want something, you gotta send something in return 😉

His little bitmoji popped up, indicating he had read what was sent and typing his reply which was quick and short.

Minnie: ;/  

Minnie: but tae is in the bed next to me 🙁

You: figure something out 😛  

No more than a minute passed until the red bubble appeared on your screen. A picture.

It was him, of course. Sitting on what you assumed was the toilet as he teased you just as you did to him. His hard length poked through his grey sweats as his hand gripped around the band. Barely anything, and of course it had you drooling, almost ready to beg for more. But you stood your ground and snapped a mildly revealing picture of your cleavage.

He still seemed to enjoy it, however, sending a bunch of the water droplet emoji's. This time, a purple bubble popped up and you found yourself rushing to open it.

Jimin took the band of his sweats and boxers, pulling them down tauntingly until just the beginning of his shaft could be seen, and then it came to an abrupt end. You groaned in annoyance. Why was this boy so annoying today? But you did the same, holding the record button down as you slid your panties down just enough to get a sneak peak of your folds and ended it there, hitting send immediately.

It was opened in seconds and his reply came just as quick. It started right where he'd left off, but he'd finished the job in this snap. The garments pushed down so achingly slow until suddenly his dick sprung free, tip red and needy. You felt another gush of wetness flood onto your panties and you decided it was time to get rid of them. So, once again you hit record and casually pulled them off of your body, a small string of arousal following in suit.

Minnie: fuckkkk what are you trying to do to me????

Minnie: I almost came at just that!! 🙁  

You laughed aloud at Jimin's struggles but you were in the same boat as him. Not only did that damned voicemail rile you up beyond relief, but now he was being just as much of a tease and it only pushed you further to the edge.

The next video was him pumping his thick length leisurely as little breathy huffs could be heard in the background, the squeeze of his head at the end giving you goosebumps. "Fuck," you sighed, sliding over to the camera screen.

Your hand traveled down the length of your abdomen until it met your drenched sex which then, you slid two fingers in and right back out, giving the camera a show of just how turned on you were. And that was the tipping point for him.

Minnie: fuck it im calling you.

Sure enough, your phone rang seconds after. You picked up in a heartbeat.

"Hello?" You smiled, knowing Jimin would oh, so love your innocent tone.

"Hello? That's what you're going to say? Do you know how crazy you're driving me over here? I'm in the fucking bathroom jerking myself off cause my girlfriend wants to play games." You laughed at that, which only riled him up further.

"Play games? Ha! You're the one who started it! That voicemail... what a thing to wake up to. You're lucky I'm free today, otherwise I'd be late to work."

"Ah, that was just a present to you, baby girl." He sighed and you just knew he was still touching himself so you went back to it too, sliding your fingers over your slick walls as you listened to Jimin's breath start to get heavier.

"And that video was my present to you. Your reward to show you how turned on that made me." You continued, your eyes shutting tight as you passed over a sensitive spot.

"Well, all that did was make me hard again, and now I'm here trying to get myself off while my group mate sleeps 10 feet away from me. Are you going to take responsibility?" He grunted, the sounds of his hand picking up speed echoing in the back.

"Hm, should I? Maybe I should just go listen to that voicemail again and let you go back to sleep."

"Fuck, why would you need that when you got the real thing on the line? Unless, you would like that more?" He knew you were teasing, so he played back. What an asshole, you thought as you slid one finger into your tight hole, moaning at the slight stretch.

"Ah, fuck, baby. Tell me what you're doing right now." Jimin sighed.

"I-I'm touching myself." You breathed out, Jimin right behind you.

"Oh yeah? Where? What are you thinking about?" He purred, totally loving this. Jimin loved phone sex for some reason. While he was away on tour, you found yourself having nights like this at least 2-3 times a week. It was almost like he wasn't even gone. Almost. Of course, the real thing was infinitely better, but Jimin got so dirty on the phone that it sufficed.

"I'm to-touching my pussy," You answered, moaning again as you'd found the right spot, "and I'm thinking of you... only you."

"Only me?" Jimin laughed, "you better be thinking of only me. What am I doing to you?"

You whimpered because you were tired of all these questions. Call it selfish, but you were kind of crap at dirty talk and you loved it when Jimin took over. It was more comfortable that way, especially since he loved doing it so much. You weren't innocent or anything, but shy in that sense. He knew it too. He adored making you blush and cringe, especially when he wanted you to vocalize what you were doing to yourself when he wasn't there. Fucking, Jimin.

"Ugh, Jimin..." You whined, embarrassment creeping up into the apples of your cheeks, but all he did was giggle.

"You're so cute, baby girl. Don't be embarrassed! It's just me. I won't make fun of you." He sang. You knew he wouldn't. He was always trying to get you to come out of your shell that way, but you just... couldn't. And he respected that.

"I-you're fucking me... fast, and hard." You rasped, faltering when you heard Jimin groan on the other end.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, baby... If my cock was stuffed into your tight pussy, huh? I know you'd take it so well." He whimpered, letting out a guttural moan before he started laughing.  

"I need to be quiet so we don't get caught, but it's so hard when I keep thinking about that perfect cunt of yours. Let me hear how wet you are."

Your cheeks burned at his request but there was no way in hell you were going to deny him of it. So, you put the phone on speaker, holding it just above the source, letting the wet slick echo into the mic. Jimin groaned, absolutely loving what he was hearing, muttering a small, "Fuck yes."

You continued your movements, your fingers slicking in and out of your entrance slowly, gradually gaining speed as both yours and Jimin's breathing became faster.

"Fuck, I love you baby girl." Jimin grunted, his voice thick with lust.

You moaned in response, adding another finger to the equation. The pool in the pit of your stomach was threatening to spill as that familiar white, hot heat spread tingled through your veins.

"Jimin, I'm gonna c-come so-oon."  

He sighed at your raspy tone, "Me too, I'm so close."

You set your phone on your lower abdomen just close enough to your sex that he could still hear what you were doing to yourself. Your other hand flew down to your clit, adding that extra push to the edge and with a few more flicks and pumps, and with Jimin's deep breaths and grunts you couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mmph, Jimin- fuck!" You cried out, two fingers expertly rubbing your swollen bead with the perfect amount of pressure to ride out your orgasm. Jimin followed right behind you, a sweet whimper and a grunt of your name escaping his lips.

The two of you sat on the call a few minutes, both of your breathing slowing, your heart rate returning to normal.  

Jimin began to laugh, “Fuck, Y/n. You drive me crazy.”

Your eyes widened, “Me?! You’re the one who started this!”  

“And of course you have to finish it! Ah, girl.” You could just hear the smile in his voice, and you began to smile too. Jimin paused for a minute, the tone changing, “I miss you so much. I can’t wait to come home and see you.”

Your heart clenched, “I miss you too. So much. But you’ll be home soon enough! And then, you’ll be totally sick of me and want to leave again.” You laughed. Jimin disagreed.

“No way. I could never be sick of you. I love you way too much.”

He always knew how to make you feel better and worse at the same time, you really missed him.

“Well, Park! Get home quickly... so I don’t have to use my hand anymore.”  

“Oh, baby,” The sultry tone coming back “... you’ll be wishing it was your hand. I don’t plan on holding back. I hope you’ll be able to take it.” He winked. Your eyes rolled and you giggled.

“Well, I guess we’ll see,” You yawned, “But I’m so tired. I’m heading to bed and so should you! What time is it there anyways?”

“Hmmm, nearly 4:30. I have to be up early too. You naughty girl, keeping me up at all hours of the night.” He smiled, sleepiness pronounced in his voice.

“Like, I said, you started it. But go to bed. I love you, and I’ll talk to you later.” You hummed.

“I love you too, my sweet angel. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow night?”

The sun is beginning to fade right before your eyes, casting warm strands of orange glow as the sky welcomes the coming nightfall.

This is usually your favourite time of the day, when you would take your leisure walks through the woods, enjoying the blissful scene and the peaceful silence around you while breathing in the calm breeze.

In this height, you can see everything so clearly. The way the sun is descending slowly from the sky, leaving hues of tangerine and red against the darkening blue over the horizon. The trees glowing beautifully in the distant, painted as unmoving rows of tall wooden walls that are slowly being engulfed by black shadows as the golden lights are shielded in the background.

You would have taken the chance to bask in the beautiful scenery if only you could. If only you are not so terribly distracted by a different kind of bliss. One that leaves you breathless and turns your mind into a puddle of mush, all while your whole body is slowly wreaking apart with continuous jolts of pleasure running everywhere within.

Even with your eyes staring straight ahead into the woods, the only thing you can focus on is the hardening tips of your breasts that are exposed to the sunset breeze, the tight hold of strong fingers clutching on your bare thighs, the firm shoulders that are holding your weight up as your back is pressed onto the brick wall behind you, and the hot, sultry lips that are devouring your sex with deep hunger.

“F-fuck—Taehyung, what are you doing to me?” you cry out as you feel his lips clutching tight on your clit, sucking it hard before releasing it and returning to lap at your hot entrance, drinking in the essence of your arousal with a deep growl. His tongue finds its way to easily slip between your hot entrance, as if making it clear that all he wants to do is to taste you, to eat your delicate pussy as if you are his last meal.

Your fingers are entangled between his thick mass of hair, pulling his head closer to have him reaching deeper between your legs. Lost in the pleasure that he is giving to you, your body starts to react on its own. Your hips are moving fluidly, following his rhythm with your own as if you are making sweet love to his voluptuous mouth. You no longer care that you might be suffocating your poor lover by burying him deep between your thighs. Although judging from his continuous growls and the increasing intensity of his assault on you, he probably doesn’t even care if he loses his last breath being engulfed in your heat, with his mouth sucking your hot core.

Your cries turn to whimpers when his tongue presses down, dragging its way up your slit to play with your clit. Clamping his mouth around your sensitive bud, he gives a gentle suck, working you with circled massages using his warm tongue that has you pressing back onto his face. His fingers keep digging deeper into your thighs as your body starts to quake, holding you in place. Whimpers after whimpers keep escaping through your lips as his tongue presses down your entrance, slowly passing through your hot canal while lapping up your arousal.

“Oohhh—” you let out a howl for the fire that is building up from inside you. Your stomach tightens as the fluttering sensation of your orgasm builds deep within your core.

His head is now locked between your thighs as you clench around him tightly, all while humping on his face to chase for your release, and he keeps on devouring you without even a flinch. He clearly has no intention to stop, not until you cum all over his face, draining him with your delectable cum. And he makes it clear by how his tongue starts rubbing against you in a skilled rhythm, so fast that you simply cannot keep up.

With another long howl drawled from within you, your body shakes uncontrollably as the feathery strokes of his tongue and the vicious suckling of his hot mouth sends you into the realm of pure ecstasy.

“Taehyung, baby,” you keep chanting his name, basking on your delightful bliss while he is still there, drinking your cum until the very last drop you are drowning him in, before helping you to come down from your high with light kisses around your swollen nether lips.

Your body falls slumped against the wall behind you, still perched on top of his shoulders with the safe hold of his hands. You are now trembling with the remaining spasms of your orgasm still surging through you, passing every inch of your skin that sends your legs shaking and your hips jolting away from his clutch. His deep growl stops you from squirming, reminding you what would happen if he ever let go of you.

Opening your eyes, you meet his gaze that is locked on your face. His lips are still hidden between your thighs, and you can feel his kisses around your folds. Looking down on him, you are amazed at his strength. His shoulders may not be as wide or as sturdy as those belong to the gentle Beta Jin, yet he could still hold your weight on them, keeping your shaking thighs in place while he was tongue fucking you way above the ground. His arms may not be as strong as his Alpha Namjoon, and his legs may not be as muscular as the three Enforcers in his pack who are usually around to guard you when he is away, yet he is still able to stand straight beneath you, with no sign of his legs giving up or losing strength even as you are buckling and moving wildly in his hold.

You can feel his smug smile as his kisses trail down along your thighs, adding soft shivers on your skin on its wake. “Hmm—” he gently takes another gentle suck, cleaning the drop of cum that he had missed. “You taste so good. I could eat you all night.”

With a soft grunt, Taehyung leaned down once again, as if he is ready to do it all over again. But you stop him before he has a chance to. Pulling his head away by tugging on his hair, you start pleading for him to let you down.

“Please, Taehyung. We need to go back before anyone finds us out here,” you beg him, tugging his head away when he tries to fight you off. You watch him looking up with a frown, unhappy to not having what he craves for the most.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls.

“Fine. But don’t blame me if there’s any male wolf coming through here and see me naked right beside the pack house,” you tell him with a fake scowl to help accentuate the fake threats you gave him. Although your initial attempt of teasing him quickly turns into an irritation when you remember how he had shredded your clothes to pieces before hoisting you up against the wall. As you listen to his possessive growl in return of your words, you know that he could only focus on one part of what you just said to him without remembering about the other.

Releasing a sigh, he places both his hands on your hips, before he slowly lowers you down until your feet return to the ground. Your legs have basically turned into rubbers that your knees instantly buckle, already giving up even before you manage to stand up straight. Thankfully, Taehyung keeps his hands holding tightly on your waist that he can feel it before you have a chance to fall, holding you up tightly against his bare chest.

Watching you trying to pull yourself together, Taehyung’s cockiness returns.

“Are you sure you can manage to walk back home, babe?”

“Aren’t you going to carry me?” you ask him with a pout. “You’re partly responsible for this, you know. You also owe me new clothes. I just bought that dress.”

Your wolf mate has the audacity of grinning instead of looking guilty. “I knew it was a new one,” he says. “I don’t remember seeing that one before.”

Pouting, you give him another scowl when you remember the dress. It took you hours of strolling down the mall to find that particular dress, and you had thought it made you look so good that you had been excited to show it to him. You actually thought that your heart was ripped out from your chest the second you heard the first sound of its fabric being torn apart by his claws.

“That was supposed to be a surprise for you. I was wearing it for our date, not to be left as shredded rags when you went all wolf!”

Taehyung growls. “The dress reeked of another male!”

Placing one hand on your hips, you raise the other to point a finger on his bare chest. “I told you he was a friend! Yoongi only drove me here to see you because it was getting late!”

Taehyung gazes down at your finger before narrowing his eyes on you. Low growl keeps rumbling from inside his chest and you inwardly roll your eyes. You are well aware of his jealousy, his childish possessiveness that more often than not had gotten him into trouble before. You hated it once, but then you grow so used to it that you barely get mad at him for acting like so whenever it happens. Besides, you may have lost your new favourite dress, but he had paid it off by giving you a couple of orgasms all through sundown on his mission to lather you with his scent.

Eyeing his swollen lips that are still wet with your cum, the image of him tongue fucking you returns into your mind. The memory has your body shuddering almost instantly. Both for wanting to have another round of bliss and for the cold air that is starting to build around you.

Moving the hand that was pointing at his chest to hold his shoulder, you playfully pout at your lover. “Now I don’t have any dress to wear for our date.”

His gaze softens with guilt for a brief moment. Then he takes a deep breath, and his gaze darkens when he smells it. The desire that is threatening to return full force between your legs.

“Are you sure you still want to go on that date, babe?” he whispers with a threatening low voice. His hand tightens its hold on your hips, while the other slips between you, reaching down towards your throbbing center. “I have a feeling that you might be interested in changing our plans tonight.”

“Wha—what are you talking about?” you unwillingly stutter, failing to keep your voice steady. You can feel it too, the need of having him inside you. And you know damn well that you would never be able to hide it from him when the tip of his fingers can feel the wetness that is evident to his touch.

Taehyung confirms your thoughts when he chuckles so devilishly, rubbing your dampened folds ever so gently, coaxing more and more of your sweet nectar to come flowing out of you and have it coating his fingers. The feathery touches are enough to have you quivering in his hands. You nearly curse at your treacherous body which is so easy to turn into putty with his touch alone. But then again, you also enjoy every little thing that he is able to do to make you feel good that you easily give in.

Arching against him, you hold on onto his shoulders as he wraps an arm around your middle and works magic with his fingers between your legs. The waves of pleasure is quick to rise when he teases your flooded slit with his fingers, their tips flicking through your entrance before moving up and down your slit, moving in circles before pinching your still swollen clit. Looking at his dark eyes, your mouth turns dry and your breathing becomes shallow, already anticipating on what he will give you next.

Leaning down, Taehyung takes your lips in his, taking no time to deepen the kiss to muffle the cries that erupt from you as he slips two fingers into your core. Your nails are now buried into his skin as you hold on, taking in the way he thrusts his fingers in and out of you with vigour, filling you up so deep.

The climax of your bliss comes to you so quick that you lose control of your own body. Your hips start moving and bucking forward, allowing him to reach even deeper. One of your legs moves on its own, wrapping itself around his hips while the other is planted deep on the ground. The new position allows him to move even more freely between your legs, while you have to put all your weight onto his arm.

“Taehyung—” you keep chanting his name the moment you pull back to breathe, calling him the closer you are to erupt in his hand. He leans down, trailing his kisses down your chin, to your neck, then he latches his lips onto the mating mark he had created at the junction between your neck and shoulder, and nothing stops you from leaping over to your third climax.

Your inner walls throb wildly against his long fingers, then suddenly, they are met with void the moment Taehyung pulls out. Opening your eyes that had been closed tight during your climax, you watch him licking his fingers clean, then continues to move the very same hand to clutch onto your thigh, holding the leg that is on his hips tightly in place.

You open your mouth to give him a warning, to ask him to give you a moment, or to say anything that could make him wait before he continues. But the words that you wanted to say come out as a cry instead as he bucks forward, unforgivingly slipping his already hardened cock through your sensitive hot sex.

“Fuck—” he growls, before finding your lips to drown your whimpers. “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to be inside you so bad,” he whispers and begs between his soft kisses. He barely makes another move except for pulling back slowly, stopping at your entrance, and you already feel as if his presence inside you alone is enough to prolong your last climax. “You okay, baby?”

The pain is slowly turning to pleasure when he softly licks your mark, then you nod your head. “I’m okay, baby,” you whimper to his kisses. Reaching up to tug his hair, you force him to look deep into your eyes. “Now fuck me. Please. Fuck me hard.”

And he is more than glad to grant your wish.

With the tight clutches he has on your body, he starts pounding and thrusting deep inside you, already moving with a quick pace and hitting your inner walls so hard that you feel like you are close to being part in half. This time, even as you scream out curses and cry out his name, you force your eyes to stay open, watching his face as he is lost in his own bliss, enjoying being inside you. You can feel his girth twitching against your walls the sloppier his movements get, then he leans down, breathing in your scent while burying his face in your dampened hair.

Then he suddenly stiffens.

You are lost for a moment, wondering if something is wrong. But then you hear his deep growl, the same sound he made back when he welcomed you right outside the pack house and sniffed at your scent. Right at the back of your mind, you are soon reminded to the moment when Yoongi briefly ruffled your hair before he dropped you off at where Taehyung was expecting you.

Your heartbeat quickens. Pulling back from him, you see it once again in his eyes, the same jealousy which you saw before. Only this time, it has already escalated into something more, when his dark eyes turn as deep as the night, his jaw changing shape into a harder and sculpted line, and parts of his body start building up into a wall of muscles that are slowly covered in fur.

“Oh, no. No, you are not going to go wolf on me!” you scream out, trying to push him away only to have him tightening his hold on you with a wolfish grin.

A literal wolf look, that is.

He had shown this newfound trick of his a few times before. Having a Lycan's blood running in his vein mixed with his Werewolf genes, he has the ability to half shift into his other form so naturally, unlike the rest of the Werewolves in his pack. He still looks human, for the most part, but with the features of his beast making its appearance without him turning into his animal form.

His face had turned a few inches longer with prominent jawlines, his sharp canines are shown as his grin widens, his ears are sharpened, and soft white-grey fur that usually coats his wolf is starting to cover his toned arms, legs, and chest. And he is still standing tall before you, with his new strength that is able to hold you up above the ground.

But those are not the only changes that you know is happening to him.

You can feel it inside you, his thick girth growing to its maximum size, pressing and pushing against your tight core that it nearly hurts.

“Too big,” you whimper as he gently bucks forward, pushing himself to the hilt as if he is not yet deep enough. The complaints only fall on deaf ears, however, when both of you know that your body had adjusted to him so perfectly that it takes only seconds before you are used to the size of his wolf cock, just enough to have your body shuddering delightfully with pleasure.

“Mine,” he growls, sounding nothing like his human voice when it sounds much deeper, more feral, and it makes every part inside your body to vibrate. Once again, your body betrays you by turning hot. So hot that you can feel yourself leaking right at your core and down to your thighs.

One small throb made by your hot walls is enough to let him know that you are ready, that your body is ready to take him, and he gives you everything he has with his feral strength. With one simple tug, he pulls you off the ground, making you instantly wrap your legs and arms around him to hold on even if he still has a firm grip on your waist.

His thick cock feels like wood as he pounds inside you, so hard and fast that everything seems even more inhuman. Your mind feels numb when his intense, rough thrusts are the only thing you can feel. His laboured breathing is all you hear, drowning the incoherent screaming noises you keep making. Moving your hips with the same rapid rhythm he is making, you focus on the ripples of your climax that are starting to build, bracing for that intense orgasm he always gives you when he makes wild love with your body the same way he is doing you now.

Taehyung releases a loud growl the moment he feels your walls clamping down tightly around his massive cock, milking him for all his worth while your body explodes into your final climax through continuous throbs and jolts from inside your core. He leans forward, nipping your lips briefly, then latches his lips onto your mark. As his sharp canines pierce through your skin, right at the mark that he had made to claim you as his for eternity, the pain shoots deep within you, unmercifully sending you plunging into your bliss.

For a brief moment, you could feel as if you are close to blacking out. Until you feel it happening.

The first thing you feel is the way his cock and hips twitch, before warm cum starts shooting out of him, filling your inside so strongly that you can feel it in your womb, on your walls, everywhere inside. And then, right when you are expecting to feel his thick cum leaking out and spilling down your thighs, you feel his girth hardening, widening, pressing even harder against your throbbing canal, and that is when you realise it.

He is knotted inside you, stopping his cum from leaking out.

The revelation makes you release a gasp. Your legs and your body are still shaking, but you manage to move your hands to push his chest off of you. Yet nothing happens. As if you are pushing against another wall that is just as strong as the one pressing on your back. He is still latched onto your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your skin and his growl vibrates from inside his chest when you give him another push.

“Mine,” he growls when he finally pulls his canine out of your skin. “My mate,” he says with a gentle growl, lapping on the wound he had left behind to cure the torn skin with his saliva. “My cubs,” he continues, while looking down between you.

Knowing that anything you do would do nothing against the beast that is still taking over your lover, you finally give up. Reaching up to his face, you cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. Kissing him gently, you feel his heartbeat starts to slow down and his monstrous growls slowly fading into steady breaths. He gives you another tug to let you feel the knot inside you one more time, before his whole body starts to relax and softens.

His body starts to shift back into his full human form in the middle of the kiss. You feel his chest softening and his fur disappearing from your fingers. His canines and claws are slowly retracted back into their humanly form, then his kisses grow gentle, back to the soft kisses he normally gives you. His knot throbs before it disappears, then his cock grows flaccid, although it is still making you feel so full even with its original size.

Taehyung keeps peppering your face with his kisses, allowing silence to come between you to give time for both of you to come down from your orgasms.

“Taehyung,” you whisper to him, asking for him to look at you by rubbing your thumb on his cheeks. “What the hell was that?”

His eyes widen for a brief moment, almost looking guilty when he realises what he had done. Almost. Then he notices that there is no anger in your voice, only curiosity. He gives you a smile as he kisses you again, then gently helps you down. Wrapping his arms around you, pressing your sweaty bodies together, he finally shrugs.

“I’m sorry for losing control. I can’t help it, I hate smelling someone else’s scent on you. I just want you to only carry my scent,” he says, sounding too sweet that you have no urge to complain against his possessiveness. He knows that you are bound to him for the rest of your life, but that simply never stops his beast to reclaim what belongs to him and to let everyone knows who you belong to.

“I’m yours, baby,” you gently remind him with a kiss. Then continue on with a frown. “And what’s with the knotting thing?”

This time, he gives you a sheepish smile. “I think—deep down I wanted it. To have you carry my cubs,” he says, shrugging and gently stroking your stomach. “I guess my beast has it ingrained in his mind that when he took over he simply puts it into action.”

“I never knew that,” you murmur softly, but still enough for him to hear every word. “I thought you weren’t ready.”

Taehyung lifts his eyes and looks at you. “I have been ready,” he claims. “Ever since I marked you. But I never had the courage to say anything since you have that birth control thing.”

Nibbling on your lips, you let the random thought that you had kept to yourself to slip out. “Well, if only you would’ve just...told me—”

You feel his body turning rigid and his eyes taking you in, staring deeply into your eyes as he carefully says, “Are you saying that you want to?”

You only shrug. “I guess. I mean, I saw the children and the little wolves running around the pack house every day and sometimes I would imagine us having—” you stop as you watch him staring at your body curiously. “What?”

“I’m imagining your belly sticking out with little cubs of mine growing inside,” he mutters while still seemingly lost, his eyes never looking away from your stomach. “You would look sexy as hell—”

“Wait—” you stop him, nudging on his shoulder. “I think you and I have a completely different image of me being pregnant with your cubs, mister.”

Once again, your mate shamelessly grins. “Doesn’t matter. You already said that you wanted to.”

“What?”

Without saying any other word or give you a chance to talk him out of it, he swiftly lifts you up from the ground and has you flipped over his shoulder. “Let’s start tonight,” he says with a newfound excitement lathering his words as he turns towards the path heading to his house with you hanging upside down on his strong shoulder. “Better get ready, love. We are not leaving the bed tonight,” he says, giving your bare bottom a light smack that echoes through the woods.

The single slap on your skin is enough to have you squeal, but your body once again shows its betrayal when it lets something else slip out between your legs. There is no doubt that your mate had caught the scent when he holds you tighter and then starts running faster, increasing his speed to quickly reach his home.

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“Hey!” came Baekhyun’s indignant exclamation. “I made them, too, you know? I need some credit, okay?”

I smiled at my brother who was standing at the stove, flipping more pancakes on the skillet. “Of course, Baekkie. You’re a culinary genius!”

He blushed at my praise, waving his hand dramatically as if to say oh stop it.

I laughed.

Beside me, Yixing was watching us with a fond smile on his face, drinking a cup of coffee. He always took his coffee with a splash of cream and two sugars.

Underneath the table, his free hand rested upon my bare thigh. Fingers playing with the hem of my silk shorts.

His touch on my skin felt like a blanket of comfort, a direct result of his innate healing abilities.

Just being around Yixing made me feel at ease, his touches ameliorating any distress or disquetude within me. He was like a walking, talking safety net for me and in his vicinity, I felt calm.

The calm and comfort that Yixing’s presence brought me was rivalled only by the serenity and tranquility that I had always felt around Junmyeon.

I wanted to lean into Yixing, crawl into his lap and dissolve into his embrace. Maybe take a nap, even. But we had to be discreet around the rest of my brothers.

Instead, I placed my hand on top of his, threading my fingers into his. He gave my hand a squeeze.

“You’re working at Seraphia with Minseok and me today, aren’t you, love?” Luhan asked, pulling me out of the quiet moment Yixing and I were having.

I turned to him with a smile. “Yep.”

Seraphia was a cosy neighbourhood cafe that Luhan, Minseok and Baekhyun had started. And the establishment was quite popular among humans, having garnered numerous loyal patrons over the years.

Lu smiled back at me, while Baekhyun began to animatedly talk about all the pastries he was going to teach me to bake.

Just as he was explaining the intricacies of making the perfect blueberry compote, Minseok walked into the room, Jongdae on his heels, both wearing identical grins on their faces.

“What’s gotten you both so chuffed?” Lu asked, quirking a brow at them.

“Junmyeon is coming,” they both announced together.

I stayed frozen firmly in my chair, silent, while the rest of my brothers erupted into cheers. Yixing beside me remained silent as well, giving me a look.

The message in his glance was clear: we both were going to have to be deathly careful around Junmyeon.

Being the oldest among us, it wasn’t going to be easy to make him believe that everything was fine and dandy. Junmyeon could sense an impending peril within a second. He could read through us all.

And the consequences of him finding out what Yixing and I were truly up to… I didn’t even want to imagine them.

It was Minseok’s voice that drew me out of my own thoughts.

“Aren’t you happy that Jun is coming back, ___________?” he asked, regarding me with an air of expectation. And suspicion. “He said he was missing you the most.”

I felt a shard of guilt stab at my heart. Beneath the table, Yixing gave my hand another squeeze, sensing it immediately.

Mustering up the most radiant, shining smile that I could manage, I said, “Of course I’m happy, Min. I’m just… a little anxious about working Seraphia. I’m still a novice, after all!”

Minseok waved a hand dismissively in the air, shrugging off my worries with a grin of his own. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll be great.”

“Did Junmyeon say when he was going to arrive?” Yixing asked.

“He didn’t say when,” Jongdae mused over a bite of pancake. “He just said ‘soon.’”

I gave Yixing a glance once again.

We had little time to prepare and rehearse our lies, then.

“Will you be coming to Seraphia, Yixing?” I asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

“I will try, love,” he replied, looking apologetic. “I have some commitments at the studio to complete.”

Yixing worked as a music composer, while Jongdae was the lead vocalist at a studio that the two of them ran nearby.

And as crestfallen as I was that I wasn’t going to be able to be around Yixing until tonight, I managed to smile at him.

God, life could be tough around here on Earth.

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The sweet aroma of Luhan’s baked goods on display was making my head spin, the scent of Minseok’s strongly brewed coffee becoming the perfect accompaniment to it.

Even as I stood at one of the empty tables, scrubbing down the tabletop as best as I could, I couldn’t help but think if Luhan would allow me to sneak out one of his chocolate eclairs during lunch break.

He knew that I had an insatiable sweet tooth.

Which is why, when I caught his eye as he stood behind the counter, he gave me a wink. He knew.

If you work well, princess, I’ll let you have as many pastries as you like, was the implied bribe behind his wink.

I grinned at him, walking over to him as he beckoned me to the counter with a curve of his finger.

Tightening up my ponytail, I approached him. “Yes, Lu?”

“Princess, you’ll have to man the coffee bar, since Min has to leave early today,” he said.

“Leave early? Why?” I asked, my brow furrowing with instant anxiety.

It was only my third day of work at Seraphia and until now I had only helped with Luhan and Baekhyun with all the bakery products.

I had zero experience at brewing coffee. Especially nowhere as good as Minseok did.

“He has some official business to attend to with Baek and Jong,” he said, a significant look in his eyes.

Realization dawned on my face immediately. Father had asked them to do something for him.

“Fine,” I said, shrugging. “I’ll do it. But you need to teach me the basics, Lu.”

“No worries, princess,” he said, beaming, before pressing a grateful kiss to my cheek. “You’re a quick learner.”

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The lunch time rush hour had passed smoothly and I had hardly any problem with fulfilling all our customers and their caffeine cravings.

Everything had been going well.

I was silently eyeing the array of chocolate eclairs on display, which were practically begging me to devour them. My stomach growled painfully.

“Ugh,” I groaned, glancing at the clock. “Where are you, Lu?” I muttered, wanting Luhan to return from his lunch break as quickly as he could, so that I could go for mine.

“Excuse me?” came an impossibly deep voice, jolting me harshly out of my eclair filled fantasies.

I looked up from the display case to the man standing on the other side of the counter.

Red.

That was the first word that came to my mind as I took in his lush, spun-crimson hair. He was practically a giant, easily a head taller than me, dressed in a pitch black suit. By his attire, I would’ve thought him to be a businessman. But for some reason, this man in front of me didn’t exactly seem to be a businessman.

Unable to help itself, my heart gave a stutter when my gaze fell from his hair to his face. High cheekbones, full lips and deep-set, dark eyes, he was the textbook definition of devilishly handsome.

“Excuse me?” he repeated, voice dropping an octave and his rosy lips turning into a smirk, now that he had noticed my blatant staring.

“Y-yes, sir?” I squeaked, inwardly cursing myself for sounding so much like a breathless schoolgirl.

“How c-can I help you?”

He grinned openly.

My heart skipped another beat.

“I’d like four shots of espresso, please,” he spoke.

I stared at him, the cogs in my brain turning. His voice sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. Something I knew, but couldn’t put my finger on, just yet.

“Of course, sir,” I said, trying to muster up my composure. Trying to hold my own in front of this obviously very intimidating man. “Anything else?”

He pointed at the display case with a long, elegant finger. “What would you recommend from these?” he asked of the baked goods.

“T-the chocolate eclairs,” I said. They were my own favourites, after all.

He smiled. “Perfect. I’ll have two of those, please.”

“Certainly,” I said, turning to the till to enter his order into the system. “Who should I make the order out to? And will you have it here, or to-go?”

“Chaniel,” he said simply. “I’ll have it to-go.”

My eyes immediately grew wide, the hair on the back of my neck prickling in a completely instinctive reaction that my mind couldn’t understand just yet. “Ch-Chaniel?”

“Yes,” he said, grin growing wider, as if he were enjoying an inside joke. “C-H-A-N-I-E-L,” he spelled it out for me, while I scrawled out his name on a styrofoam cup with a rather shaky hand.

“Please wait right here,” I said, turning away from this man who was making me suddenly feel a whole array of emotions that I couldn’t quite process just yet.

It didn’t help that I could feel the burn of his gaze upon my back, following me behind the counter as I prepared his coffee and packed up his eclairs with fumbling hands.

I had not reacted in such a way to any of the previous customers I had tended to in the past few days.

Why was I behaving in such a flustered way around him?

Discreetly, I turned around to sneak another look at him. He was looking at the pastries in the display case, hands in his pockets. A small smile playing on his lips.

God.

What was wrong with me?

Finishing up his order, I approached the counter, to hand it over to him.

He took the coffee and the bag of eclairs. But instead of leaving, like I had expected that he would, he reached into the bag and pulled out an eclair, holding it up to me.

“Is something wrong, sir?” I asked.

He smiled, almost radiantly, pressing the pastry into my hands. “I bought this one for you,” he said and promptly turned on his heel to leave.

Before I could ask him to stop, or say anything, for that matter, he was gone.

Leaving my hands searing with a pleasant heat where his skin had touched mine. And my heart buzzing wildly like a honey-bee with an inexplicable reason.

And then it happened.

The heat from where our hands had touched, for barely a moment, began to spread its way all over. I could feel it crawl up my wrists, up my arms, to my neck, down my torso and legs. And all the way up to my head.

My breaths began to come in heavier than usual and my trembling hands suddenly let go of the eclair I was holding. In slow motion, I saw the pastry fall onto the floor, and the realization came to me.

It was him.

Him.

The man who had kissed me that night.

Satan’s child.

Between heaving gasps, I leaned against the glass counter, heat flooding through my body like an inferno. So strong that I felt my knees buckle and give out from under me.

But before I fell to my knees on the floor, a pair of arms caught me.

“Princess! Are you alright?”

Luhan’s face came swimming into view through my blurring vision and I staggered, pushing him away violently.

“Y-Yixing…” I breathed out, trying my best to restrain myself, despite the excruciating heat that had now settled deep within my core. “I need Yixing…”

And with that, I turned on my heel and ran out of the cafe.

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Him

The taste of the eclair remained sweet upon Chanyeol’s tongue, a smile firm upon his lips as walked back into his home.

There was a spring in his step, all from the joy to the next phase of his plan coming to fruition, as he hummed a pleasant, sprightly tune, walking through the expansive courtyard.

He could see all of his brothers’ multi-million dollar worth luxury cars parked in the driveway.

Good, they’re all home.

“Boys!” Chanyeol yelled out, as soon as he flung open the front door. “I’m home!”

Silence.

His ears were met with a deafening silence, a stark contrast to the usual ruckus his brothers created whenever they were all home, making an irate Kyungsoo the one to implore them to just keep it down.

Almost immediately, Chanyeol knew that something was up. And his suspicion came true when a very distinctly familiar voice called out to him in a musical lilt.

“In here, son!”

His stomach dropped, nerves growing tenfold at the sound of that voice. He was hoping that he was hallucinating. Or that it was one of Sehun’s playful pranks.

But all his hopes came crashing down when he turned the corner and walked into the dining room.

All of his brothers were seated along the sides of the long dining table, their backs straight, expressions tense and their hands resting clasped together upon the edge of the table.

And at the head of the table, sitting at the seat that was reserved for Chanyeol, was him.

The one man Chanyeol feared more than life itself. The one man Chanyeol had been hoping to avoid for quite a few centuries.

He hadn’t changed in the slightest, Chanyeol thought as he watched him sip a deep red wine from a crystal goblet, clutched between elegant fingers. If anything, he looked younger than before. No one could have guessed that this man, if you could only call him that, had been around since the creation of the universe itself.

He glowed, pale gold and unblemished skin, impossibly high cheekbones, rosy lips and a pointed chin. An array of earrings adorning one ear. Devastatingly handsome, what with his raven hair flopping artfully over the right side of his forehead. He was dressed in his usual, all black suit. Chanyeol had never seen him wear another colour in his life.

“Is this the way to greet your sire?” he spoke, the playfulness in his voice edged with a tinge of irritation.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Chanyeol said, hurrying over to where he sat, falling to his knees before him, bowing his head.

He chuckled quietly, setting the goblet aside to grasp Chanyeol by his shoulders, making him rise to his feet as he stood as well, before he pulled him into his arms in a hug so constricting that it made him wince.

“Do I look old enough to be called Dad?” he asked. “You know what to call me, son.”

Even though he was taller than his father, Chanyeol was nowhere even close to his level of strength. And as he hugged him, Chanyeol glanced at the tattoo etched on the nape of his father’s neck: an Angel falling from Heaven, with its wings spread wide.

The irony made Chanyeol’s stomach twist every time he saw the tattoo. An Angel etched on the back of Satan’s neck?

A sickening taunt.

And the gravity of it hit Chanyeol even more strongly now, as his thoughts went directly to his own angel.

Bile rose up his throat and dread rose in his heart.

Pulling away once his father released him from the embrace, Chanyeol looked at his smirking face.

“It is good to see you, Jiyong.”