Moonchild | ot7 | Seventeen pt. 2

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

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

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

Chapter Warnings: Smut, smut, smut…. Werewolf, alpha Namjoon smut. You’ve been warned.

WC: 7.K

You were giggling and then squealing as Namjoon lifted you off the floor effortlessly, making you wrap your legs around his hips. You hissed as the careless movement –on your part– made your ankle throb.

“You should be careful, little human.” Namjoon warned as his face hid on your neck. “That’s not the kind of noise I want to hear from you.”

"You're the one who thought this was a good idea!" you pointed out, holding yourself on his shoulders.

"We'd take ages to get to the bedroom if I let you hop like a one legged bunny!" Namjoon rebutted, laughing, and you realized how much you missed that sound.

Thankfully, Namjoon’s bedroom was on the first floor of the den, which meant there would be no risk of falling down the stairs as you started kissing his neck while he carried you into his space.

The leader’s room was exactly what you would expect from a pack alpha; the biggest one in the house, right on the way in and out, and the big windows allowed him to see whoever approached the den.

It was also cozy, with so many books they started piling up next to the actual bookshelf, every piece of furniture was made of the same kind of wood, a few plants here and there and what looked like art pieces in the form of pottery.

This wasn’t a place you could say you ever spent a lot of time in, which was a shame in and of itself.

Namjoon climbed on his bed after kicking the door shut with a bit more force than needed, which didn't match the gentle way he laid you down against his pillows.

"You think you're well enough to do this?" Namjoon asked as he peeled your legs from around his waist, careful with your ankle.

"I guess we'll find out." you stated, practically pawing at his shirt as you wanted it off. The alpha didn't look convinced, however. "I'll be fine, Joon. As long as we don't do any crazy positions that I'd have to be standing for."

"That's a shame." he teased, with a playful glint in his eyes. "How much do you like those pants?"

"Mine? Well, this is one out of two that I own–" before you were even done, you heard the noise of fabric tearing, making you gasp. "Kim Namjoon!"

“I’ll get you a new one!” he tried to justify between chuckles and more fabric tearing as he, quite literally, clawed your pants out of you. “There’s no way we could take this off without hurting your ankle more.”

“We could have tried!”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Namjoon threw the rags that were left of your pants onto his floor and the quick passing yellow glow of his eyes told you his wolf was near. And for some reason, that made your heart lunge in your chest.

Maybe it was because that was proof that Namjoon was letting go of his firm posture as pack leader, or maybe it was because you knew what he could do once his instincts kicked in.

The man held your hurt leg up, looking at the swelling as if wondering how gentle he’d have to be with you in order to not make it worse. But that position also made you open your legs for him, as he kneeled between them, which ultimately made you whine.

Namjoon’s eyes found yours as his plush lips met the inside of your ankle, as it wasn’t the part of it that was hurting, and started to drag them down against your skin, making his way down your leg. The more he kissed, the harder you breathed, absolutely pliant to the man’s intensity.

“Alpha, please.” you mewled as his lips reached the inside of your thigh.

He chose a meaty spot to suck on and bite, no doubt leaving his teeth mark behind. It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but you moaned at the delicious pain inflicted by him. His low chuckle caused a throb between your legs, pushing more of your arousal out of you as you clenched; making the wolf croon and inhale deep.

You reached out a hand to hold the back of his neck, pulling him towards you, and Namjoon allowed you to. His hips were between your legs, so wide you had to keep yours parted, careful with the way you laid your hurt foot down. The man’s nose softly bumped against yours and you searched for his mouth, taking his bottom lip between yours as you sucked on the meaty pillow.

“You’re too dressed.” you complained as you let his bottom lip drag between your teeth and wobble back into place. Your hands dragged down his torso, hooking on the hem of his tight shirt. “Can I take this off, please?”

“Go on, little human.”

He started peppering kisses on your cheek, trailing a path all the way to your neck and shoulder, making your –already difficult– job of pulling his skin tight shirt up his torso, until you couldn’t lift it anymore. Namjoon had to interrupt his kisses on your skin in order to pull the shirt the rest of the way off, letting it join your destroyed pants on the floor of his bedroom.

And what a fucking sight it was.

Namjoon was absolutely gorgeous, as they all were; if anything, the only one out of place in the pack was you. The man was strong, filled with muscles everywhere. His stomach wasn’t washboard ripped, but it was strong, defined, and full of lines you wanted to trace with your tongue. He had a tiny chocolate mole on his chest, and another one on his lower stomach.

As you ate him up, his big hands dragged up and down your legs, moving all the way up to the plump sides of your ass cheeks. Sitting up carefully, trying not to put a lot of pressure on your foot, you reached his body with your lips and fingers. You started with kisses on his stomach, feeling him tense up under you, one of his hands tangling in your hair to keep you going.

“You smell so good.” you said as your nose dragged over his honey skin alongside your lips.

“Isn’t that my line?” Namjoon chuckled, dimples poking his perfect face as he looked down at you.

“You do.” you insisted, nails tracing lines on his back, following his spine. “Is there some kind of… Add-on to your sweat to attract a mate or something?”

“Not that I know of.” the squeeze to your hair made you look up, lips slightly parted for a gasp to escape you. Namjoon leaned closer to your face, tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of his tongue as your eyes fluttered. “Is it working?”

“Yeah…”

You sounded airy, your word was a moan more than it was an agreement. Namjoon kept kissing your lips, slowly tasting you, exploring you, as more and more of his green and fresh scent made your mind swim. But the haze didn’t scare you anymore. If anything, you welcomed it, knowing that if anyone would take care of you while under its effects, it would be your alpha.

When his tongue pushed past your lips to play with yours, circling it, pushing against it, your hands came back to his front. You touched his stomach, counting the many bumps you found there, always moving down and down, until your fingertips reached the elastic band of his exercise shorts.

Namjoon’s breathing grew heavy against your cheek as gentle fingers traced the outline of his cock. He seemed to go on forever, even thicker than Jungkook; if that was even possible. Using both hands, you palmed, squeezed and worked his cock over his shorts, hearing the most beautiful sounds as Namjoon took your tongue into his mouth and sucked on it with more of the tiny hums.

“Lay down for me.” he told you and when you opened your eyes, you found yellow ones looking at you, but just briefly.

“Anything for my alpha.” you nodded, laying back against the pillows, teasing him as you pulled your shirt up and off your body; so slow and teasing that rendered him frozen.

And Namjoon wondered if you knew what you were doing. More specifically, if you knew what you were doing to him. By calling him alpha in such a dulcet tone, blinking your pretty eyes at him so innocently, spreading your legs wide enough for him to see the wet spot staining the pink cotton of your panties. As far as Namjoon and his pack were concerned, you were absolutely perfect, through and through.

Your skin was smooth and even your small marks and blemishes were proof of growth and a life well lived. You had a pretty birthmark on your left thigh, shade just a little darker than the rest of your skin, but easily missed if you weren’t paying attention. And Namjoon was paying attention to every part of you, and his obsessed brain was trying to give shape to the birthmark, deciding it looked like a crescent moon.

"Alpha–!" you squirmed on the bed, like the pretty little thing that you were.

Namjoon's hand had slipped past the band on his shorts and was now palming  at his erection, feeling it throb in his hand just from watching you bite your pretty lips and continue to lift your shirt just enough so that the underside of your breasts was on show.

His thumb circled his tip, the confinement of his shorts starting to annoy him, as he used the pre-cum dribbling out to tease himself.

"Pleaseeeee." you begged, and who was Namjoon to ever deny you?

As his hand pulled out from his shorts, he leaned over you, all the way so he was pressing his naked chest to your partially covered one. Holding his body up with his left forearm on the bed, the alpha took his thumb shining with his translucent liquid and brought it to your mouth.

Your reaction was to part your mouth for him, but Namjoon had something else in mind when he dragged his pre-cum on your bottom lip, making it shine like a lewd lip gloss. Your eyes were stuck to his as your tongue poked out to lick at the mess he made and you gasped softly at his taste.

"Won't you touch me, alpha?"

You asked when his teasing became too much and you needed more, pussy aching between your legs, more so than your ankle. You kissed Namjoon's thumb sweetly for good measure, blinking slowly as he seemed so enthralled by you that it made your insides flutter.

"Show me your neck, little human."

Namjoon's voice was deep and firm, he gave orders instead of requests and it only made you slip deeper into that delicious haze that was threatening to consume you whole.

Pushing your hair out of the way, you bent your head to the side to bare your neck to the man, eyes fluttering closed as he dragged his warm tongue on the side of your throat, breath catching as his fingers moved from your face, down your collarbones and chest to slip under your shirt and cup a breast.

Your instinctual reaction was to lift your hips from the bed to rub yourself against his bulge, craving pressure, wanting to feel him. But you didn't count on the pressure that it put on both of your ankles, making you wince and drop back down with the flash of pain.

"Shhh, just lay down for me like my good little omega, yeah?" Namjoon told you as his teeth nipped at your skin with a deep rumble from his chest. "Let your alpha take care of you, hm."

"Okay." you mewled quietly. "Sorry."

"Good girl."

The praise sent a new wave of arousal through you and you felt like you could cry from frustration if he didn't do something soon.

"Fuck–!" was your reaction as Namjoon’s fingers pinched a nipple and he rolled his hips down against yours.

His own breathy groan was delivered to your neck as his clothed cock grinded so deliciously between your legs and his big hand explored your chest; squeezing the mounds with his big hands, rolling your nipples to make you moan.

Namjoon started to place wet kisses under your jaw, all the way to your ear, just as his hand dragged down your stomach until he reached your cunt. Your nail sunk in on his shoulders as you held onto him for dear life and the sting you caused must have felt good, as it made his hand cup your pussy –tiny in comparison to his large palm and long fingers– as his tips drew patterns over the damp fabric of your panties.

As his fingers dragged up and down slowly, circling right above your clit, you cried out and arched your back.

"Feels good, baby?" Namjoon teased, as if your noises weren't enough proof.

"So good– oh my god." your breath hitched with a moan as nimble fingers pushed your panties to the side so they could dip between your folds, slipping easily.

"So wet for me." Namjoon crooned as his lips took a descent on your body until he found your pebbled nipple over your shirt. "So warm and nice, hm? Can't wait to be buried deep inside this pussy. "

You were all curses and moans as Namjoon licked and sucked on your nipple, not switching breasts until he was satisfied with the wet spot he left on your shirt, making it cling uncomfortably to your skin.  Two of his fingers were teasing your folds,  making you clench.  When the pads of his fingers found your clit, you whimpered softly, one of your hands holding the back of his neck.

"Open your eyes, little human." his order made you realize you had closed them. "Want you to look at me as I make you cum, got it?"

"Yes, alpha–"

"Need to stretch you out so you can take me." he explained, but his words sounded muffled and far away. "Don't want to hurt you."

"Is okay–" you mumbled, hand slipping between your bodies as you searched for his cock. "Want all of it."

"It's yours, baby–" Namjoon rolled his hips against your palm at the same time as his fingers rubbed your clit in quick circles, the two of you moaning together. "I'm all yours."

"Mhmm, my alpha." you nodded, yes so glossy you had to blink away misty tears.

Namjoon nodded against your chest, nosing at your shirt to push it up enough so he could kiss your tits without the impediment of the cotton. His lips wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it as you used your good foot to drag his shorts down his hips and thick thighs. He helped you with the task by wiggling his hips and if you had half a mind you would have teased him about going on a hike without any underwear, but you were too excited about his heavy cock falling free and hitting your stomach.

You didn't think cock sizes had anything to do with pack hierarchy, but Namjoon might still be the leader even if it had. He was huge, making you glad for the two fingers that pushed and pushed until your walls opened up to accommodate them. You might have been able to take Koo without much prep, but Namjoon might just not fit if he didn't stretch you out properly.

"Look at you squeezing my fingers." he teased, pulling off your nipple with a wet pop.

"Wanna squeeze your cock too." you told him as your grip tightened around his base.

"Patience, baby." Namjoon mouthed at your tits, but your shirt started to annoy him, if the way he bit on the fabric and growled was telling you anything.

“Wait, I actually like this shirt.” you pouted, letting go of his cock so you could pull your shirt the rest of the way off, but Namjoon didn’t let go of it, tugging on it with his teeth as his eyes glowed yellow again. “Alpha!”

You were giggling as Namjoon growled like a big ass puppy, not letting go of your shirt. You were really enjoying how playful he was in bed. Which was a little weird as his fingers were still deep inside you and his thumb started rolling your clit deliciously slow.

Namjoon only ever let go, letting his instincts speak louder when he was in wolf form, becoming a cuddly wolf-bear.

You guessed he must feel the same way right now, letting his inner wolf take the reins, while making sure he didn’t go completely crazy. It was another reason why he was the pack alpha; his control of his wolf. You didn’t think some of the others would be able to let their wolf come to the front, while also keeping at least a modicum of control to make sure they didn’t actually hurt you one way or another.

After playing a bit of tug war, Namjoon finally gave up on biting through your shirt, allowing you to push him off so that you had enough space to sit on your ass and pull your shirt off the rest of the way. You’d worry about the stretched fabric when you didn’t have a positively feral man looking at you like you were his favorite meal.

Unfortunately for your clenching cunt, your movements made Namjoon’s fingers slip out of your pulsating walls; the long digits shining with the sun filtering through his big windows. Before you could pull them into your mouth to lick them clean, the alpha had the same idea, bringing them into his own mouth instead.

As he licked and purred from your taste spreading through his tongue, you decided you couldn’t wait any longer.

“I need you, please.” you were letting him know as an idea popped into your mind.

“Are you ready for me–”

Namjoon’s question died in his throat as you turned around, pushing your ass up as you settled on your knees, torso close to the mattress as your cheek pressed against his soft sheets. The smell of walnut and wet grass invading your nostrils was soothing and exciting at the same time.

The alpha gasped behind you, big hands immediately grabbing for your hips, kneading your flesh. His next words caused an unknown thrill to cover you from head to toe:

“Already presenting yourself to me, little human?” the growl behind his words made you clench. “Can’t wait to be mounted by your alpha, hm?”

“What’s–” your question was interrupted by a finger slipping inside the crotch of your underwear, sliding up and down your drenched folds before he pulled the panties down your hips and legs.

“I can explain later.” Namjoon started again, a little impatient, which you did not mind. What you did mind, however, was the tearing to shreds of your underwear as the man got rid of it.

“Joon!” you complained, but it sounded like a moan. “Am I even going to be left with any clothes, if I pick you?”

The rumble of Namjoon’s chest was louder, but it was his inner voice that you heard. His wolf purring seductively as he said:

Pick us and you’ll never be empty again, little one. To match the wolf’s words, Namjoon’s fingers slipped right into you again, scissoring you open, stretching your walls. The bed dipped behind you and you felt his warm breath on your cunt, making your jaw fall slack and your eyes flutter shut. Pick us and you’ll be nice and stuffed every single day.

“I want it–” you cried, fingers squeezing the sheets as you moved your hips in invitation. “Please, alpha–!”

You were halfway gone when you felt Namjoon’s long and wet tongue swirling around your clit in slow and broad strokes, fingers pumping in and out of you just as slowly, stretching your walls enough to make his big cock fit, no doubt.

Unfortunately, his mouth and fingers were gone too soon, leaving you an empty mess. You heard shuffling and new grunts, feeling Namjoon’s presence more than seeing it, his large shadow looming over you. And then you felt the blunt tip of his cock being dragged between your pussy lips, drool already staining his sheets from your parted lips.

In a rare moment of clarity, the man asked:

“Is this okay, baby? Can I–”

“Fuck me bare? Cum inside?” you moaned with swivels of your hips to feel more of him. “Yes, alpha. Jungkookie already did–”

You should have expected the harsh tug of your hips, hold hard enough to bruise. You had a sly little smule playing on your lips, one Namjoon couldn’t see.

Take her. Take our omega, make her forget all about the kid. Mine. My omega.

You loved the possessiveness you could hear inside your head, the voice that barely sounded like Namjoon’s at all.

“Do it, alpha.” you continued with your teasing. “Take me. Make me yours.”

“Mine.” Namjoon growled, menacing, sensual, hand holding his cock to hit your pussy with it. “Don’t forget what you just begged me for, little omega.”

With one swift stroke, Namjoon was breaching your walls. It felt like you were being split open on the tip of his cock, air leaving your lungs as you forgot how to breathe. You could see him from the corner of your eyes, how the man himself was trembling and likely holding himself back from pounding you into the mattress like he wanted, like his wolf wanted him to.

But you didn’t want that, you didn’t want him to stop himself from following his instincts. If not to make him feel good, then for your own pride. You felt like you had to prove yourself, to show him you could take him.

You could take the Bangtan leader, the big pack alpha. You could be perfect for him and for the pack. With Jungkook it was easy, he was as obsessed with you as you were with him. But Namjoon had been fighting his feelings for you since the day you met, and after this afternoon’s fight, it was pretty clear that he was still fighting them.

Your teeth sunk in on your bottom lip to stop any pain-filled moans from coming out as you started to push back. Slowly, you fucked yourself on his cock. Like this, it felt endless, never ending. The stretch came with a bit of a sting, but Namjoon’s touches were soothing; his big hand was rubbing up and down your spine, squeezes to your hips were encouraging you to swallow him whole.

“Fuck, just like that.” he praised, helping you out with tiny rolls of his hips whenever you stopped to catch your breath. “You’re being such a good girl for your alpha.”

“You’re so fucking big.” you sighed, holding your breath as you pushed yourself harder, relieved when your ass finally met his pelvis.

“You sound like you’re complaining.” Namjoon chuckled, holding you in place by the dips of your waist.

“Not complaining.” you shook your head, making your messy hair fall over your eyes and face. “Fucking love it.”

“You’ll fit in as pack omega just fine.”

You could hear the grin on his words, holding back the urge to sob as you felt his sweaty chest stuck to your back, the new angle making it feel as though he was all the way up your stomach. Namjoon pushed your hair away from your face, careless and tugging on a few sweaty strands in the process. His mouth was on your back, between your shoulder blades, kissing all the way up to the back of your neck.

When his hand slipped under your body you started to relax, clench and crave more. His touch was teasing and slow as he gave you time to adjust. Before his fingers could touch you where you wanted them, Namjoon pressed on your lower stomach, making you frown in confusion. And then you realized.

Namjoon was feeling his cock poking from your belly, grinning wolfishly against the skin of your neck. His hips pulled back tentatively, careful to a degree, but slipping into whatever mindset made him act before thinking. Upon your new moan, his digits moved south, finding your clit, pulling the hood so his pointer finger could roll it slowly to make you lose your mind.

“Yes, that’s good, oh god–” you took a deep breath, but it came out trembling and bathed in white hot flashes.

“Yeah, baby? Is your alpha making you feel good?” his tone was deep and low, chest rumbling against your back as he pulled his hips back.

“So, so, fucking good.” you nodded, the sting on your scalp making you realize he was holding your hair back, stopping it from covering your face. “For the love of god, fuck me already–”

Namjoon laughed with his lips by your ear, teeth nipping at your lobe. He groaned one last time before rising to his knees, cool air hitting your heated skin, but you still missed being engulfed by his body. One hand was still holding onto your hair as the other left your clit in order to hold your hips to keep you in place as he pulled back.

The alpha wasn’t careful when he fucked back into you and started a nice pace of dragging his cock in and out of your walls. He was just so impossibly long and thick, shoving himself so deep into you that you didn’t know any words anymore. Your eyes were already rolling as pleasure started to overtake you, the haze that you were holding back came back stronger than ever and you accepted it with open arms and open legs.

Your brain grew foggy, every inch of your body was responding to his. Every new long stroke made you cry, Namjoon was hitting every nice spot inside you, as if he’d been buried inside you many times before.

“Fucking tight little pussy, omega.” he praised, skin smacking your ass the faster his pace grew. “Gonna fucking ruin you.”

All you could do was whimper, whole body shaking as both of his hands held your hips so he could pull you backwards to impale you on his cock, shoving himself into you as he pulled and pushed, bouncing you on his cock.

His pace was maddening, loud bangs of the headboard hitting the wall was almost drowning out the sound of skin slapping against skin. You didn’t remember the pain on your ankle anymore, nor the sting of the stretch. All you felt was bliss each time he tried a new angle, rolled his hips a little harder, fucked you a little faster.

And all you could beg for was:

“More, alpha– Fuck me harder, I can take it!”

And Namjoon obeyed you every time. His wolf was howling, Namjoon was crazed, drunk on sex and on you. You weren’t faring much better, squealing and squirming with each stroke. Your breasts were bouncing under your body, ass sore from the constant slaps of his hips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum–” your warning came with a second to spare as a second later you were being hit with one of the strongest orgasms you’ve had in your life. “Namjoon–!”

You were shaking all over as the waves of pleasure coursed through you, your thighs felt wet, Namjoon’s cock slipped out of you with the force of it, falling heavy on your ass and poking the back of your thigh.

The alpha didn’t let you breathe, strong arms circling your body to flip you over like a ragdoll, making your body bounce as your back hit the mattress.

“Your alpha is not done yet, baby.” he told you so while pushing your legs wide open and slipping his cock back into you in one slippery motion. “You can take it, yeah?”

You only nodded dumbly, arms waving in the air as you tried to reach for him. Namjoon leaned over you, hoisting one of your legs around his waist to push himself impossibly deeper at this new angle, continuing his bruising pace.

In a way, it felt like you were being punished, like he was taking his frustrations out on you; from the mess you made of his mind, the changes in his own beliefs, the fact you disobeyed him and went to Kook, how you slept with the youngest of the pack before giving yourself to the leader.

He fucked you like he was scared to lose you. Maybe he was just terrified to love you.

The bed was creaking and shaking with the force of his pounding, Namjoon was fucking you into his matress, your arms around his neck, nails creating red and deep lines on his back. Everything around you was swirling as Namjoon’s hand held you by the jaw so he could kiss the hell out of you, tongue abusing your mouth, bruising your lips.

A few things happened all at once.

A new orgasm sneaked up on you, from the way his pelvis was rubbing on your clit and his cock was hitting your sweet spot over and over and over again. Namjoon’s teeth felt sharper against your jaw as he kissed down your neck, finding the meaty spot that seemed to be the preferred kissing place for the wolves. His inner alpha was begging him to claim you, to give you his mark, to take you for himself.

And the bed couldn’t take your combined weight and Namjoon’s harsh pace anymore.

You screamed as you felt the mattress give out under the two of you, the wooden planks underneath it hitting the floor with a loud bang that made you flinch and buzz with adrenaline. You held onto the man for dear life and he did the same to you, caging you under his body as his whole being shivered and he shielded you as if you were in danger.

It was then that you felt his warmth filling you up, making a mess out of you, mixing with your own climax. Namjoon gave you one last, long stroke, body frozen as he moaned into the room, head falling on your chest. You were both spent, heaving, bodies shaking with aftershocks, your pussy was still milking him and pulling new moans out of the man.

You couldn’t think straight, holding onto the haze for as long as you could, but it was slowly leaving you; which was definitely helped by the scare of the bed breaking and the fact you started to laugh.

“Please shut up.” Namjoon hid his face in your neck, his own chuckles tickling your skin. His wolf was a little quieter, grumbling complaints of ‘way to go’ and ‘she’s laughing at us, she shouldn’t be laughing’.

“I’m not laughing at you, I promise.” you assured him, nails dragging against his scalp to get them both to relax in your hold. “But I do have one question.”

“Mhm?” Namjoon was still nuzzling into your neck, licking at that spot he liked so much, making you melt and your giggles go away.

“When I was with Kook–” you started, but the growl you heard made you stop and roll your eyes. “Stop being a jealous puppy and let me finish.”

“Sorry, go on.”

“When he was done… Something happened. He– uh. Got bigger? Swollen?” you didn’t think properly about that question, clearly, embarrassed to even be thinking about it now. “There was a name for it, and we were stuck together for a while.”

“Ah. That’s his knot.” Namjoon felt his own face burn as he explained. “It’s an alpha thing. So that when we breed our partners, the cum will stay inside long enough to help the chances of getting pregnant.”

Namjoon would admit that the knowledge that Jungkook had knotted you was still fresh and bitter. He wanted to have been the first one to do it, despite knowing it would be painful for you, especially someone of his size. It was a mixture of jealousy, worry and, if he was being honest, a little bit of fomo.

To be talking about this with you, while his cock was still very much sheathed inside you, was whiplash enough. Especially when you clenched as he mentioned his cum and getting you pregnant. If you kept it up, he’d be ready to go again in no time.

“Did it happen because he was in a rut?” you asked, sounding too fucking innocent for his own liking. God, Seokjin hyung would have a field day with you. Namjoon shook his head, expecting your next question before it came: “Why didn’t it happen to you?”

“It… did.” he admitted sheepishly, kissing your cheek before raising his body on his forearms. “But the bed breaking… It moved me, so I didn’t get stuck.”

“Oh.” your pretty eyes were wet, your neck was kissed red and your hair was more than a little messy. Your lips formed a little pout as you said: “Didn’t your wolf mind that?”

“I’m sure he’ll be yapping away for the next week or so,” Namjoon rolled his eyes, wondering if you could understand the concept of the voice in his head. The fact it wasn’t another person altogether, but a part of him that was just… Separate in a way. If he hadn’t grown up with it, he wasn’t sure he’d properly understand it himself. “For now he’s content just by having popped it when I finished.”

“Good–” you smiled, pushing his gray hair away from his forehead, and then you froze. “Wait, do you have it out right now?”

“Yeah…” with a tiny movement of his hips, Namjoon let you feel the swollen base of his cock pressing against your entrance. He could never slip it in right now, which was frustrating every single instinct he had.

“Can I see it?” you asked with that curious sparkle he always saw in your eyes whenever you wanted to learn something new.

And Namjoon indulged you every time. Even if it was a little awkward to him.

He never had to ‘show it’ to anyone before, not like this. Even when he had sex for the first time, as a young wolf, the girl he was with had already been with other alphas before him, so she’d seen a swollen knot before.

Namjoon’s body was aching as he slowly moved until he was sitting on his knees, pulling out of you careful enough not to hurt you. You still winced, and it took a lot of him not to reach for your pussy to gently play with your clit again, just so you’d focus on that instead. Or maybe he should push the cum dripping from your clenching hole back in, so at least you’d hold it–

“Oh my god.” you were sitting up in an instant, eyes on his cock when it still looked hard and covered in both of your releases. His base was swollen, as it was expected. “That’s–”

“Is it weird?” Namjoon wheezed, now scared it might put you off or scare you away from the back.

“No, it’s not weird, just… I’ve never seen anything like it.” you shook your head, hand reaching out and Namjoon didn’t know if he was glad or disappointed when it stopped mid air. “Is it sensitive?”

“Mhmm. Especially now.”

You were biting on your bottom lip, always so fascinated with how different from humans the werewolves were. And to think you could have gone your whole life without knowing any of this if Yoongi hadn’t walked into Moonlight that night.

“Can I?” you asked him with a slow blink, licking your lips. You just wanted to touch him–

The man nodded with hooded eyes and you reached out for his cock, fingers wrapping around his tip and gliding down. Namjoon was still so hard, wet and thick, as you moved your hand lower until your fingers reached for his knot. You didn’t know what you were expecting; they didn’t feel soft like his balls, or weird like balloons, which was a thought that would have made you giggle if you weren’t so scared of offending him.

Your eyes were on him as you scooted closer to his hips on the mattress, well aware of the sticky mess dripping down your folds with every movement. The broken bed was a little awkward, but you made it work when you brought your mouth to his shaft. Namjoon cursed under his breath, a hand resting on the back of your head as his fingers tangled gently in your hair.

You mouthed at him, moving down until your lips reached his knot. His skin was smooth, despite the swell, and you licked his knot, testing out how it felt in your tongue, actions turning delicate and careful when you tried to suck on it and he hissed from the sensitivity, fingers tugging on your hair to stop you, but refusing to tell you off when you didn’t know it was too much.

As a way to apologize, you took your mouth away from his base and kissed all the way to his tip, bringing it into your mouth slowly. This time, your sucks were very appreciated as Namjoon’s head fell back and he breathed heavily through his nose. His stomach was tensing, thighs clenching as if it took him great strength to stop from fucking your mouth just as hard as before.

Good omega, taking care of her alpha.

The praise made you moan around him and hollow your cheeks as you sucked more of him into your mouth. You could never reach his base like this, so you used your small hands to pump and stroke whatever you couldn’t fit, head starting to bob up and down as you made Namjoon unravel again.

“Baby, I can’t hold back like this.” he warned you, but you could already taste his pre-cum, feeling his cock throbbing in your hands.

“Please cum for me.” you asked cutely as you pulled him out of your mouth. “Will my alpha cum in my mouth?”

“Fucking hell, I don’t know how Jk let you walk out of that den–” he cursed, hips snapping once to fuck himself in your hands. “I might drag you in there myself and lock the door.”

“Alpha wants me all to himself, huh?” you teased, pumping him faster. “What if I race you there? You can chase me, I know you liked that… Think you can catch me again? Take me and fuck me in the middle of the woods–”

Namjoon and his wolf were growling in tandem, taking big breaths as his eyes rolled, likely smelling your own arousal in the air. When you knew he was about to cum, you brought him back into your mouth, tongue teasing his tip as you sucked and bobbed your head to make him spill his seed down your throat.

You swallowed everything he gave you, even if a few drops still escaped from the corner of your mouth. Namjoon was the one to pull out this time, cursing in oversensitivity and bliss as he dropped to the bed, sweaty, spent, satisfied. Strong arms pulled you back so you’d lay down with him, making you squeal as he caged you in.

One of his legs was thrown over yours as his body engulfed you, his fresh scent taking was almost too much for you to handle without feeling as though you were drunk. You relaxed into his chest, face resting on his bulging bicep as he spooned you. Clearly neither of you was too worried about the mess you were making of each other and the sheets.

You were so tired and spent that if you closed your eyes, you could fall asleep and not wake up until tomorrow.

“That never happened to me before.” Namjoon sounded as tired as you, voice low as he pushed your hair out of your neck so he could kiss it.

“You never fucked someone so good you made them a little stupid?” you asked with a small giggle, heavy eyes falling shut.

His laugh made your whole body shake and you were smiling to yourself from it. “Not enough for it to break the bed.”

“I’m glad I’m your first then.” you almost hoped to have a thin sheet so you could cover the two of you with, but Namjoon felt so hot and feverish that you’d likely dehydrate if you did.

“Yeah.” his nose dragged up and down your nape as he inhaled. “Hey, listen–”

“If you chose this time to break up with me, I swear I’m sending you to the dog house.” you groaned, not liking how it sounded as if he was about to say you ‘needed to talk’.

“That’s offensive.” the alpha nipped your skin, making you try to push away from him, only for his arms to lock you in place. “And no, that’s not where I was going. I want to say I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you felt so relaxed and sleepy that you didn’t think there was any more need for apologies.

But Namjoon didn’t agree with it when he said:

“Everything. Pushing you away. Using my own insecurities against you. Making you feel like I wasn't interested in courting you anymore.”

“I forgive you, Joon.”

“That easy?” his arms loosened so you could turn around to face him.

“Just take the afterglow as it comes.” you shrugged, wanting to shove your face between his chest muscles. “You’re not that easy to get over, so even if I’m still a little hurt, I have no choice, do I?”

“I’ll make it right by you, I promise.” his lips pressed against the top of your head and he inhaled again.

“I know.” you closed your eyes again, nestling deeper into his embrace. “Can you promise me something else?”

“Anything.”

“If you ever have a problem with me, something I did, or something related to my human condition… Talk to me?” you had to stop to let a yawn out, carrying on: “Let me apologize for my kind if I have to, let me show you we’re not all the same. Not all humans are bad.”

“You’re the best one I’ve ever met, but you’re not a human.” he said, making your whole body freeze. “Haven’t you heard? You’re our little omega wolf now.”