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The fireflies hum between the thick bushes, startling from their dancing position by the window when a desperate cry breaks the silence. The crickets grow quiet for a second, continuing their chirp loud enough for the wolf inside the cabin to hear.

There’s a flash of moment by the window, all light that once flooded into the woods is now covered entirely by the tattooed arm that pulls the curtain hastily, eagerly.

There’s a fire in his stomach, burning Taehyung from the inside out. He wants to scream, feels his face burn with heat as sweat trickles down the nape of his neck. He’s panting, reluctant to ask the man in front of him to open the window back up again.

Even with how hazy his brain feels, he knows he shouldn’t. It wouldn’t be a smart choice considering his predicament. Even though the male by his side is more than capable of protecting both of them.

Taehyung follows Jungkook’s figure as he paces in front of him, blinking feverishly at him as his head lolls to the side with how dizzy he has become. His breathing is harsh, hot and heavy as he licks his salty lips and whimpers quietly.

The wolf rolls over onto his side, groaning at the wave of pain that suddenly surrounds him. He feels fresh tears fill his eyes before he shuts them tightly, grinding his teeth to stop himself from growling.

The smell of fresh eucalyptus and pine hits his nose like a truck, knowing Jungkook’s emotions are as heightened as his are, because of him. There’s a hand on his back as he hunches over on the bed.

His back is clammy, sweaty against the shirt that falls over his thighs. His skin feels overheated, sensitive to the touch of the man who is supposed to make it better.

“Hey, don’t do that.” The man scolds him softly when the wolf digs his nails into the palm of his own hand. The little wolf cries in frustration, hand suddenly reaching out and pulling the man onto him.

Jungkook may be strong for a human but Taehyung will always be stronger. Physically, at least. The wolf never uses his strength to his advantage with Jungkook, an agreement that had easily been decided upon.

“Then, touch me already.” The omega growls softly, eyes shining red for a brief second before returning to his original warm, chocolate color. His hair is disheveled, sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead.

Jungkook’s eyes are dark and his pupils dilated, clearly affected by the wolf’s predicament. His eyes quickly fall to the omega’s long legs, exposed by the fact that he wears no pants. His shirt clings to the omega’s body, clearly oversized on the smaller male.

There’s something shiny, wet slipping down between Taehyung’s legs. He wears no underwear, the soft swell of his ass peeks out from under the shirt he wears. Jungkook feels his chest tighten when the omega whispers his name into the night, calling for his mate.

And despite not being a wolf, or an alpha, Jungkook feels the same feral desire for the omega in heat spread out in front of him. Not just any omega, his mate.

He carefully stalks closer to him, climbing onto the bed with the omega who trembles beneath him like a leaf in the wind. Taehyung sniffs softly when Jungkook’s body finally hovers over him, the pool of slick between his legs increasing by the second.

“Let me see.” Jungkook murmurs, eyes taking in the way his mate bares his neck to him instantly. Taehyung’s breathing slows, swallowing harshly at the weight of his mate on top of him.

The feeling of Jungkook’s warm lips on his skin leave him arching his back for more. He gasps when Jungkook’s lips leave open mouthed kisses to his neck, teeth carefully sinking into the skin where the mark on Taehyung sits. He holds Taehyung’s jaw with his hand, feeling the omega place his own hand on his wrist.

There’s a throbbing in his pants, blood rushing to his cock when he sees the way Taehyung submits to him. The way he lays prettily like this beneath him, neck bared for him in such an intimate way. He feels as though Taehyung’s heat is messing with his head, his human blood making it quite impossible.

“Pretty.” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s lips, swallowing the whimper that escapes the omega’s mouth. His hand wanders down his omega’s body, air escaping his lungs loudly when he reaches between his thighs.

It’s so wet, slippery from where his slick has leaked. Jungkook groans deep in his throat, burying his face into Taehyung’s neck as he feels his cock strain in his pants. The omega’s nails dig into his shoulders, leaving small moon shaped dents in his skin.

“You’re so wet.” Jungkook lets out a dry laugh, a mean glint in his eyes when his hands grip the flesh of his ass and he dips his finger in between. His middle finger circles the omega’s rim for a half second before he pushes it in.

His eyes don’t leave the omega, taking in the way Taehyung shuts his eyes and his mouth falls open in pleasure. His back arches prettily, seeking more than just a finger to satiate his desire for a cock.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung whines out his name, tugging off his mate’s shirt leaving him completely naked. His cock sits completely hard against his soft stomach, leaking continuously. The finger inside of him pushes incessantly, tattooed hand moving quickly between his thighs.

“You’re going to be good for me, little wolf? You’re going to take my cock?” Jungkook huffs out, pulling his finger out abruptly. He pulls away from him to tug his shirt over his head, leaving his muscled upper half exposed. Tattoos fill nearly every inch of his arms as he starts unbuckling his pants.

Taehyung’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when his mate’s cock finally springs free from the confinement of his clothing. Jungkook is painfully hard, bulbous head a bright red shade as the male pumps his shaft once, twice.

The omega’s mouth waters, moaning loudly while attempting to clench his legs shut. Jungkook is quick to pull his legs apart and settle between them, eyes suddenly close to angry. Taehyung is enamored by the way he growls at him, pretty damn close to an alpha’s.

“I asked you a question, Taehyung. Answer me.” He hisses, hands gripping both of the omega’s wrists above his head. His face is serious, painfully handsome as he stares down at him. Taehyung is jealous of his composure, nearly sobbing at the feeling of Jungkook’s hard cock pressing against his slick covered thigh.

“Y-Yes, I’ll be good for you. I always am— Please, Jungkook!” He cries in frustration when Jungkook clicks his tongue, not moving an inch despite tightening his grip on the omega’s wrists.

“I’ll take your cock, I love you.” Taehyung hiccups, voice shaking when Jungkook’s grip on his wrists loosen. He doesn’t have time to react before warm lips are pressing against his own, the omega eagerly parting his lips.

Taehyung feels Jungkook’s hands gripping the underside of his soft thighs, flesh spilling out of his hands as he pushes Taehyung into position to take him. The omega’s on his back, thighs pushed up against his chest while Jungkook kneels between his legs.

He bares his neck as soon as he feels Jungkook’s cock rubbing between his cheeks, pressing his thick head against his rim. It’s wet, messy and slippery with how much slick dribbles from his hole. He is too out of it to feel embarrassed now, he knows deep down how much Jungkook’s ego boosts at how wet he makes his mate.

“Doing so good, submitting to your mate.” Jungkook coos at him, cock catching onto his rim and pushing his way in. He doesn’t wait, selfishly buries himself within the omega. He looks down towards his soft belly, wondering if the little wolf can feel him that deeply.

He clenches his jaw at the thought, feeling his mate tighten around his cock. He’s so hot inside, walls tight around his cock despite the slick simplifying the process. Taehyung whimpers, thrashes around at the feeling of finally being full. His skin tingles from the way his mate touches him, fills him. His fingernails dig into the skin of Jungkook’s broad shoulders, drawing a sharp breath from his mate.

“I’m yours.” Taehyung slurs his words, burying his face into the soft pillow beneath him as his mate pulls his cock out just enough to tease his rim before thrusting his way back in. The force of it leaves him dizzy, eyes forced back open when hot lips wrap around his nipple. Jungkook sucks on the hard bud, teeth teasing the skin there before moving onto the next.

“Say it again.” He demands, cock nestled deep inside his mate. He pushes it back in slowly, dragging against his walls deliberately. The power is exhilarating, the feeling of Taehyung’s body at his mercy is one like no other.

“I’m yours— your omega.” Taehyung shoves his fingers into his mouth, eyes shiny with tears as he stifles a cry.

Jungkook looks upset at his actions, hand pulling his fingers out of his mouth. His grip is tight, punishing on his hip as he rolls his hips back into him. Taehyung trembles under him, thighs jiggling as Jungkook abruptly pulls out of him altogether.

“J-Jungkook—?” He looks lost, chest tightening painfully when Jungkook moves away from him. He feels cold when those strong arms push him around, forcing him onto his stomach. He whimpers when Jungkook brings his hand down onto his ass, palms him roughly. He feels the weight of his eyes on his backside, head turning to look back at Jungkook.

“Present yourself to me. I want to take you from behind like this.”

Taehyung obeys, shakily leans onto his hands and knees on the bed. He pushes his ass into the air like a presenting omega should for their mate. He waits very impatiently, back arched pretty for his Jungkook.

He sighs in relief when he finally feels rough hands on his waist, squeezing the flesh there before he feels the familiar pressure of Jungkook’s cock pushing against his entrance. He instantly relaxes, ducks his head down and takes it.

Jungkook likes it rough like this. He likes watching the way his own cock sinks into the tight heat of his body and the way Taehyung’s ass trembles with every thrust of his hips. He likes knowing that he is the one making Taehyung fall apart beneath him. He likes that the omega is loyal to him and only him.

It awakens something dark inside of him, something so possessive and dangerous that seeks submission from the omega. He groans low in his throat as he watches his cock disappear between the omega’s cheeks, wishing he could take a photograph and frame it. Then again maybe not, no one was ever allowed to see Taehyung like this.

Only him, just for him to see.

There’s a disgusting sense of satisfaction in the acknowledgment that the omega belongs to him, in body, heart, and soul. He feels satisfied in knowing that Taehyung has only laid with him, bared his entire being to him only. He feels drunk every time he takes Taehyung, thinking it must be a dream he will eventually wake up from.

The omega takes his cock so obediently, body pliant and so soft beneath him. Jungkook almost feels bad for how rough he fucks him, fueled by his internal greed to take and take. He feels intoxicated every time Taehyung moans for him, tightens around him so good and lets him have.

He feels himself lose control around the little wolf, losing a part of himself that helps him feel sane. He doesn’t realize how roughly he slams into the omega until Taehyung looks back at him, tears in his eyes and hand reaching out to hold him.

He feels guilty, laces their fingers together and thrusts into him again. Taehyung makes the prettiest noises, cries so helplessly for him. It makes Jungkook feel stronger, powerful like the world is at the tip of his fingers.

There’s a soft cry that comes from Taehyung, body tensing as he comes untouched between the sheets. He chokes out Jungkook’s name when he does so, the words falling from his lips in a whisper. He tightens so well around Jungkook, causing him to poke his tongue against the inside of his cheek in concentration.

The sound of his hips slamming into Taehyung’s ass is lewd, loud and furious as he pounds into him. He holds Taehyung’s hand against the small of his back, and uses it to push harder into him.

“I’m going to come inside.” He breathes out, watching the way Taehyung’s face presses into the sheets. He doesn’t get a reply, he knows Taehyung loves it as much as he does. He presses himself all the way inside the omega until he reaches the bundle of nerves that make Taehyung moan loudly.

He rolls his hips a few times before he comes, burying his face into the nape of Taehyung’s neck as he groans. He can feel the way his mate relaxes in his hold, hand gripping him tightly as he spills inside of him.

He feels his ears buzz as he comes down from his high, cock incredibly hot from Taehyung’s body heat. He kisses his shoulder blade messily, slowly pulling out of him and hissing at the way Taehyung’s hole pulsates and clenches around nothing.

There’s a slight dribble of creamy white liquid that begins to spill out of him, captivating all of Jungkook’s attention. He pulls the omega’s cheeks apart, in awe at the sight of his mate full of his semen.

“Mine.” Jungkook holds his waist tightly, flips Taehyung around and kisses him roughly. His mate instantly corresponds, pliant in his arms as he kisses back just as eager.

Taehyung smiles between his kisses, grips the hair at the back of Jungkook’s head and sighs softly. His heat has finally subsided, at least for a while. He giggles quietly when Jungkook’s lips fall to his neck, hair tickling his skin as he presses kisses to his flesh.

“I love you.” Taehyung repeats himself from earlier, eyes warm and earnest as he stares at Jungkook’s soul. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are wet, swollen from Jungkook’s abuse. And the human has never seen a more beautiful creature in his life.

His eyes soften as does his grip on his hips, no doubt covered with bruises from his harsh hold. He feels the words forming on his tongue as easy as it feels to breathe, “I love you too.”

-

Taehyung loves the way Jungkook looks at him. He loves the way the man watches him, touches him with such care yet manhandles him the way he likes it. Grips his body like he owns it and is not apologetic about it.

He watches his mate with a soft sigh as he splits logs for the fireplace, his chest perfectly defined as his muscles flex with every movement he makes. His shirt rests on the omega’s body, covering the otherwise nude wolf.

His eyes are sleepy, trying his hardest to stay awake by the time Jungkook finishes. His heart pounds in his chest when his handsome mate wordlessly walks up to him, kissing him hungrily.

“Don’t.” Taehyung whispers when Jungkook’s fingers lift his shirt and he sees how hard he is. The omega feels slightly embarrassed despite the fact that he can blame it on his heat without repercussions. It’s the fact that Jungkook knows how turned on he gets from watching him work out that leaves Taehyung blushing.

“I like seeing how you provide for me, it makes me feel happy.” Taehyung looks slightly nervous, hiding his face into Jungkook’s chest. He reluctantly lifts his head only to find Jungkook already staring at him.

He suddenly grips Taehyung’s jaw with his hand firmly, lifting his head further to look at him. Taehyung knew from the start that Jungkook was not someone who expressed their emotions or feelings openly. He was cold at times, mean and unkind in the way he spoke and touched him. At first it made Taehyung confused and insecure in their relationship, always having to guess what the latter was thinking.

After three summers together, Taehyung is confident in his ability to detect and understand exactly what Jungkook is feeling. Talking about mates and wolf souls was a touchy subject for Jungkook, who was quite literally programmed to hate his kind.

Perhaps, those were the reasons why he likes dominating Taehyung in bed. Why he became incredibly possessive of this one person who claims that he is their soulmate. How was he supposed to compare to what an alpha werewolf could make an omega feel?

Jungkook presses their noses together, expression stiff as he processes what Taehyung has said to him. He kisses the corner of his mouth softly, trailing his lips down to the wolf’s throat.

Taehyung smiles as his mate buries his face into his neck, holding him tightly and securely. He wishes he could permanently erase all of Jungkook’s insecurities, make him understand that Taehyung’s soul is tied to his own and he will never leave him.

His warm hands wander underneath his shirt, gliding over his bare back as Taehyung instinctively arches into him. He sighs when Jungkook kisses his jaw, lightly nipping at the golden skin.

His hands slowly slide down his back until they reach the swell of his ass, flesh heated from the fire burning closeby. Taehyung whimpers when Jungkook’s lips find his again, finally molded against his own as he gives his ass a generous squeeze.

His touch is electrifying, needy and possessive as he practically growls into Taehyung’s mouth when he feels the omega’s fingers running through his hair.

He ends up on his knees for being such a good omega, cock between his wet lips as he takes him into his mouth. He loves the taste of his man on his tongue, strong and masculine. Thin fingers grip the base of his cock, attempting to fit all of him inside his mouth.

Jungkook’s happy trail makes him feverish, another wave of his heat quickly approaching with how attractive his mate is. He wishes nothing more than to be filled with his lover’s semen, stuffed to the brim with his cock until he falls apart.

“Come here.” Jungkook says quickly, pulling him up by the arm as he watches Taehyung’s mouth release his stiff cock with a solid ‘pop’.

Taehyung pouts anyway, upset Jungkook won’t let him have what he wants. He settles for reaching down and pumping him in his fist, watching the way Jungkook’s brow furrows just a bit.

“You’re so big.” He hums, momentarily startled when Jungkook picks him up and harshly pushes him onto the bed. Taehyung bounces at the force, soft gasp leaving his lips and before he can even assimilate what is happening there’s a body on top of his.

The omega spreads his legs willingly, eyes heavy as he stares up at Jungkook’s body hovering over him. His big hands quickly find the swell of his ass, cupping the flesh roughly. Taehyung shudders when the man runs his hand up and down his bare thigh, leaving his own fingerprints behind.

He whines low in his throat when Jungkook grips his waist, at first gently then firmly before flipping him up and off the bed. He pulls him onto his own lap, straddling the human between his legs.

Jungkook’s grip on his waist doesn’t loosen, it hurts in a way that makes Taehyung squirm in his lap. It’s clearly a mistake seeing as it only fuels their own selfish desires.

He manages to pry off Jungkook’s hands just long enough to remove the shirt he has on, leaving him completely naked. There’s a look on his face, one that Taehyung knows all too well.

It’s lust, full blown lust that manifests in his eyes. He looks feral, a drop of sweat falling from his eyebrow after a long morning of collecting and cutting logs. He looks at Taehyung like a wild animal, one that the wolf has tried to tame so many times before.

“You’re beautiful,” He croaks out, looking down towards Taehyung’s stomach where his cock sits pretty and pink. His thighs are spread on his lap, his ass sits nicely against his hard cock. The omega flushes a pretty shade of red, leaning in to kiss the man’s lips.

“Think you can take it?” Jungkook smirks against his lips, feeling the slick that gushes out of Taehyung’s ass and leaks down onto his own thighs. He hasn’t fingered him and judging by the eager nod Taehyung gives him, the omega doesn’t want him to.

They kiss for a moment before Jungkook’s hands pull him up by the hips, lining his cock with his hole. Taehyung shivers as he sinks down slowly, hands holding tightly onto Jungkook’s shoulder. He feels weak when he feels Jungkook staring at him, taking in his reaction to his cock.

“P-Please— Tell me I’m good.” Taehyung sniffles, slowly picking himself up and dropping back down. He feels him everytime he drops down, thick and heavy inside of him. He whimpers when he rolls his hips and feels Jungkook press against that sweet bundle of nerves.

“Sh, you’re taking me so well. Look at you.” Jungkook easily agrees, eating up the way his mate bounces on his cock. It feels like a fever dream, the way his ass jiggles and sucks him in. He brings his palm down to his cheek, pulling it apart and watching how Taehyung throws his head back.

The omega reaches out to take one of his hands in his, holding Jungkook’s forearm close to his chest as he rides him. His breathing is labored, soft cries of frustration leaving his lips.

The human eventually takes pity on him, wrapping his arms around his waist and thrusting up into him. He listens to Taehyung cry even louder, hole clenching around him tightly. He whines and whimpers when Jungkook pushes his hips into him repeatedly, the sound of their skin colliding is violent.

Jungkook knows he is so close to breaking him, feels the way Taehyung’s grip tightens and his sounds grow desperate. He doesn’t stop, feels like a machine when Taehyung comes between their chests. He falls limp in his arms, soft breath against his neck as he lets Jungkook fuck him how he wants.

He paints his inside white, fills him with his own release. Taehyung sighs in content while Jungkook finishes within him, cock twitching lightly. The voice in his head simmers, content with how close he feels to Jungkook.

“You feel so good.” Jungkook breathes out, lips attaching themselves to his neck. Taehyung closes his eyes when he bites his throat lightly, shifting in his lap and feeling the way his cock pushes deeper into him.

“Wait—“ Taehyung gasps when Jungkook grips his upper thigh and slips out of him, leaving the omega empty. He tries to keep it in, he does. He fails miserably when Jungkook’s finger touches his abused hole and he feels the hot liquid dribble out of him.

In a quick second he gets off Jungkook’s lap, ignoring the way the man stares at him. He lays down on his chest instead, legs closed and heart content. Jungkook half smirks, knowing Taehyung like the back of his hand.

“You like that a little too much.” He muses, watches the way Taehyung buries his face into his shoulder. His ass is in the air, hopeful that it will help keep Jungkook’s mark inside of him.

“So do you,” The omega’s eyes are defensive, a small glint of fierceness that makes Jungkook want to fuck it out of him. The man chuckles dryly, hands already settled on his waist.

“You’re mine, I like claiming what’s mine.” He states simply, enjoying the way Taehyung smiles softly. He giggles when Jungkook rolls over him, prepping kisses all over his face.

He squeals when the man picks him up from the bed, manhandles him like a rag doll. His back collides with the wall while Jungkook holds his shaking body up. His legs nearly give out beneath him, held firmly by Jungkook’s strong arms.

“Jungkook-!” Taehyung gasps loudly when Jungkook roughly bites at his neck, nearly draws blood from the omega who sees the world spinning. He goes limp in his arms, ignoring the way Jungkook refuses to let go.

He buzzes with excitement, feels his eyes close involuntarily. The last thing he feels is Jungkook’s heart stammering against his chest.

-

Taehyung sometimes feels like Jungkook is worse than some alphas he has met. Not in the sense that he abuses his power or tries to take advantage of him, but in the sense that he knows what he wants and is not afraid to take it. He protects with his entire being and his determination makes Taehyung fall in love with him all over again.

He might be hot headed and irrational at times but he always knows how to keep Taehyung safe at all times. So naturally he melts when Jungkook asks him three times if he is sure that his heat is over.

The omega has been begging to go to the river to wash up after days of going at it like rabbits. But Jungkook is not so keen on letting him outside their cabin if he is still vulnerable. Even if they both know Jungkook can take out an alpha without breaking a sweat.

The thought makes him shudder, the buried guilt of laying with someone who has killed hundreds of his kind making its presence known. But ultimately, Jungkook is his soulmate and he knows the man would never hurt him. At least, not again.

He breaks from his thoughts when Jungkook shoves his shirt over his naked torso, presenting him with a pair of sweatpants that make Taehyung smile. He convinced him.

“Hurry up.” He grumbles, grabbing a small handgun and shoving it into the waistband of his jeans. Taehyung stares briefly at Jungkook, wondering if he knows how attractive he looks.

It worries him that the latter might not know, the omega quickly presses a fleeting kiss to his lips before grabbing Jungkook’s awaiting hand. They leave the cabin quietly, Taehyung pressed tightly at Jungkook’s side.

When they finally make it to the river a few minutes later without interruption, Taehyung inhales deeply. He begins taking off his clothes, eager to scrub his body clean of bodily fluids and sweat.

He lets his body submerge into the water until all that Jungkook can supervise is his bobbing head floating in the water. He knows Jungkook is standing guard, on edge. He wishes the latter would relax just a tiny bit, knows the male would rather die than let anything happen to him.

When Jungkook finally moves away from the rocks and starts taking off his shirt, Taehyung smiles and swims closer to him. He waits for Jungkook to take off his pants, carefully tucking the handgun underneath the pile of clothes.

He moves towards him slowly, cock disappearing into the water as it reaches his hips. He quickly dips his head into the water, washing his sweaty locks and his face. Taehyung stares at him in awe, hand reaching out to trace the outline of muscle on his stomach.

Jungkook lets him, he rests his hand on Taehyung’s hip before he begins his own inspection. There are bruises on Taehyung’s stomach, his hips, and his waist. There are angry red fingerprints scattered along his inner thighs, his buttocks, and his lower back.

A wave of satisfaction washes over him, consumes him with pride. He gives into it, turns Taehyung around so his back is against his chest. He presses his hand flat against Taehyung’s belly, enjoying the way his ass rubs against his member.

When Taehyung’s hands attempt to reach back and grip his cock, Jungkook moves him away as if burnt. Taehyung spins around in seconds, confused and slightly hurt why his mate has pushed him away.

“Not here. Don’t want anyone to see you.” Jungkook explains, expression hard. Taehyung’s feelings of disappointment dissolve instantly, understanding why he doesn’t want to.

He nods softly, swims around Jungkook a few times as he watches him relax into the water. Taehyung’s heat had broken merely yesterday morning, the last remnants of it fucked out of him by his mate.

“Come on!” Taehyung grabs hold of Jungkook’s wrist, pulling him further into the water. He laughs as he swims on his back, suddenly so happy to be out of the cabin.

As much as he likes spending his heats with his mate, he hates how badly the sun burns his eyes after not seeing daylight. He splashes around the water for a while, watching Jungkook do the same.

They stay for a few more minutes before Jungkook swims towards him and settles a hand on the small of his back. “Let’s go, yeah?”

Taehyung nods eagerly, air drying for a second before putting his clothes back on. Jungkook dresses quickly, still on edge despite how long they have been there without complications.

They begin their walk back to the cabin, not talking much as Jungkook seems concentrated on something entirely different. His eyes are blank, lips curled into a frown as his hand hovers over the handgun in the waistband of his pants.

Taehyung cannot blame him, really. Being an omega in heat attracts wolves, even if he is mated, and that will only cause them troubles. His scent is stronger this time around, too sweet and potent for any passing wolves.

A twig snapping to their left causes Jungkook to stiffen, harshly pushing Taehyung behind him. The omega can immediately hear the way his heart quickens in his chest, the way Jungkook’s fresh eucalyptus scent becomes sour and brittle.

He immediately reaches for the handgun, back muscles flexing as he lifts it into the air. Before Taehyung can reassure him that it’s okay, that he doesn’t smell any other wolf, Jungkook lets out a short exhale and moves slowly.

His movements are detected by the animal between the trees which bolts without warning, revealing a small doe unaware of its surroundings.

Jungkook’s body visibly relaxes just a bit, his throat letting out a noise as he swallows harshly. Taehyung places a gentle hand on his shoulder, whispers softly into his ear, “It’s okay, come on.”

The man in front of him exhales loudly, gripping Taehyung’s wrist tightly and pulling him flush against him. He doesn’t say a word the entire way back, fingers pressing painfully into his skin.

“Jungkook,” He pleads softly once they are back inside the cabin, watching the man lock the door hastily. He looks paranoid, angry and frustrated with himself. It makes Taehyung worry that he might do something irrational.

“Stop.” Jungkook demands when he feels Taehyung reach out to grab his bicep. The touch is meant to bring comfort therefore his feelings are hurt at the rejection.

The omega ignores his mate’s warning, reaches out for him and learns the consequences. Jungkook’s grip is painful when he grabs Taehyung’s forearm and presses him against the wall.

The omega gasps at the tight grip on him, eyes cast down at the man’s inked hand carving bruises into his skin. He doesn’t have to look up to know that Jungkook is pissed.

“You listen when I tell you to do something. Stop being a brat.” He snaps angrily, upset at what could have almost happened. What would have happened if it wasn’t a doe back there but an actual wolf.

Taehyung finally looks up at him, disbelief in his eyes before his nose burns and his eyes swell with tears. He’s embarrassed, looks away from Jungkook so the man won’t see his expression.

“I-I’m not a brat. I always listen to you.” He whispers softly, feeling the way Jungkook’s grip loosens slowly. The wolf is quick to move his arm out of Jungkook’s grip, covers his face with his hand and steps back.

Jungkook lets out a sound of frustration, running his hands through his messy hair before turning towards him. There is no doubt about the way he feels about Taehyung, he did not do it to hurt him.

“I know you do.” He apologizes quietly, his hands shaky when he pulls Taehyung towards him. His arms wrap around the omega protectively, heart still stammering in his chest.

Jungkook is not angry. He is afraid.

He is afraid that there will come a day in which he cannot protect Taehyung. That an alpha will come and sweep Taehyung off his feet and leave him empty without a mate.

He hates his insecurities, hates the way his chest twists with something ugly every time he thinks about Taehyung with a wolf, another of his own kind.

“I’m with you, always.” Taehyung reassures him sweetly, hugs Jungkook’s body close to his own. He tries to ignore the pain on his forearm but Jungkook doesn’t ignore his tears.

“I’m sorry— I always lose control with you.” He shakes his head in disappointment, staring at the angry red marks on his mate. He presses his lips to the skin, wondering why Taehyung would put up with something like this.

The omega smiles at him weakly even though Jungkook knows he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve the wolf who loves him deeply, passionately. Who takes shit from him and learns to forgive him for his stupidity.

“Can we talk about it? Please.” Taehyung asks him, trying to have a decent conversation about why Jungkook is so upset. Why did he lose control over his emotions like this?

The man sighs, turns away from him but Taehyung is determined to talk to him. He firmly holds Jungkook’s jaw, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“Jungkook.”

“I can’t- I can’t lose you.” He murmurs, feels slightly pathetic despite Taehyung’s gentle smile. The omega always validates his feelings, making him feel like it’s okay to have so many emotions.

“You won’t. I’m right here.” Taehyung replies, pulling Jungkook’s arms around his waist. He hugs the man to him, afraid he’ll shut him out if he doesn’t.

“You’re mine, yeah?” Jungkook mumbles, buries his nose into Taehyung’s hair and inhales. His hand cradles the back of Taehyung’s head and presses a kiss into his hair.

The little wolf preens, flutters his lashes and nods in agreement. Jungkook’s lips curl upwards just a tiny bit, fingers gently pressing into the scar on Taehyung’s collarbone.

He rubs the raised skin with a careful hand while Taehyung shuts his eyes at the touch, trying his hardest not to flinch. It would destroy Jungkook, it would destroy him.

“You know I would never, right? I would never do that to you again.” Jungkook’s eyes are serious, sudden expression worries Taehyung. He feels his stomach sink when Jungkook’s brows furrow in anguish.

“Of course I do. I trust you.” He replies instantly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. The human blinks at him, partly unconvinced before he nods shortly and takes the firearm out of his pants.

He puts it away in a box for safekeeping, sighing when he turns around and Taehyung is already touching his things. The omega smiles sheepishly when he manages to knock over some of Jungkook’s hunting gear, quickly placing his hands behind his back.

He barely has time to react before Jungkook grabs a thick piece of twisted rope and wraps it tightly around Taehyung’s wrist, tying them together behind his back. The omega gasps, still spinning from how fast his mate was able to detain him.

“Do you still trust me?” Jungkook’s breath is hot against the nape of his neck, his touch practically scorching.

“Yes,” He says instantly, without a thought. He laughs when Jungkook gives his ass a smack, dragging his mate to the bed.

-

Taehyung hates being reminded of the worst and best day of his life. He hates having nightmares about it, hates how he awakens with a knot in his throat and his entire body drenched in sweat.

His shaky hand reaches for his collarbone, feeling the raised scar with relief and fear. He tries to calm himself down before the man beside him awakens but it is far too late. Jungkook is wide awake, sheets thrown off his body as he sits up and looks around the room.

The omega shuts his eyes, still sees and feels the sharp pain in his shoulder. The overwhelming and crippling fear of bleeding out in the woods. There’s a sob threatening to escape from his lips but he pushes it back with a shaky sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

Jungkook’s voice is soft and mellow when he holds Taehyung against him. Taehyung can smell his distress, a hint of shame in his scent that leaves the omega suffocating.

Taehyung shakes his head, presses his hand over his sweaty forehead and licks over his salty lips. He looks for him in the darkness and meets his eye almost instantly.

“It’s okay— It’s just a dream.” Taehyung reminds him, dismisses it. But Jungkook won’t take it, snatches the collar of his shirt low enough so that they both can see the scar. His mate mark, as they now call it.

It is a mark made by his mate but it was not the kind of mark that symbolizes love at the time it was placed. Jungkook would take it back in a heartbeat if he could, he swears on his life.

“It’s not just a dream. I tried to kill you.”

The words taste sour on his tongue, instantly making Taehyung cringe at the truth. He flinches at the memory of that night, Jungkook’s cold eyes staring down at him after hunting him down with a golden arrow.

The naive omega had bolted through the trees the second he had smelled the slightest hint of his mate. Not even a minute later he felt the breath being knocked out of him and the burning, aching pain in his shoulder.

The hunter’s eyes were harsh, blank as he pointed his crossbow at him whilst standing over his injured body. The omega had barely managed to say a word before Jungkook could finish him off.

“Mate.”

That was more than three summers ago and Jungkook has had more than enough time to be forgiven by Taehyung. More than enough time to learn how to love him, to never hurt him again.

There had been days when Taehyung had been ready to give up on Jungkook, his mate. His visible disgust for wolves was devastating, eyes full of loathing.

But sooner or later, the heart wants what it wants.

“Just hold me,” Taehyung whimpers, shivers when Jungkook’s hand holds his hip. The man pushes Taehyung’s face into his chest, cradles his body.

The omega rolls himself over Jungkook, legs straddling his waist as he sits on his lap. Taehyung sighs when Jungkook’s hands slip under his shirt, fingers touching his bare back.

He runs the tips of his fingers up and down Taehyung’s back in a soothing manner, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His heart beat has since stabilized and he no longer sweats in fear.

Taehyung feels himself beginning to tire, his eyes burning with sleep when Jungkook stops. The omega immediately whines, rubs his nose on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“What is it?” The male murmurs softly, brushes a strand of hair out of his eyes and tucks it behind his ear. He has bedroom eyes, Taehyung sighs in content at the sight and swallows audibly.

He feels the palm of Jungkook’s hands smoothing over his thighs, the golden skin soft and warm. “I wanna feel you close.”

His cheeks are warm when Jungkook’s mind finally processes what he wants. The grip on his thighs tighten before Taehyung is being laid down on his side.

Jungkook’s breath is hot on his neck as he spoons him from behind, fingers fumbling with Taehyung’s underwear until he pulls them down his thighs.

The omega bites his lip harshly when he hears shuffling behind him until he feels him hot and heavy against his back. Jungkook pushes him forward a bit, grabs his ass and makes room for his cock.

Taehyung fists the sheets tightly when his mate presses in, burying himself inside. Jungkook’s hand lies flat on his belly, holding him close to his chest.

“Good?” Jungkook asks him, and gets his answer when Taehyung arches his back in order to push him in deeper. The omega’s hand wraps around Jungkook’s wrist, butterflies dancing in his belly with the way his mate holds him.

“So good.” He confirms, finally closing his eyes to the sound of Jungkook’s heart beating in his chest. He smiles faintly, sleep no longer plagued by nightmares.

By the time the sun hits his face, Jungkook is long gone. For a second he panics, feeling a sense of complete and utter emptiness fill him. His scent is still strong beside him, coating Taehyung in a brief moment of comfort.

He sits up quickly, rubs his eyes and yawns before throwing the sheets off of him. His underwear are discarded on the floor, blushing as he bends down to pick them up and feels the soft trickle of something wet sliding down his inner thigh.

Jungkook must have come inside some time throughout the night, Taehyung vaguely having memories of the male pulling out of him. The omega quickly makes it to their washroom, eager to clean himself up.

He hums softly when he sees that Jungkook has already warmed up some water for him, probably collected this morning before he woke up. He smiles as he removes his old shirt, grabbing a small cup with warm water and showering it over his head.

He washes up quickly, eager to see Jungkook and go on about his day. He picks up a clean white shirt that is cropped slightly below his belly button and a pair of brown denim pants.

It’s not until he walks towards the door that his eyes widen when he smells him, fresh lilac filling his nostrils. His feet bounce towards the door, not worried about wearing any shoes as he giggles to himself.

The smile on his lips grows when he swings the door open and comes face to face with his sunshine of a best friend. Jungkook stands with him, face not the slightest bit friendly as he holds a switchblade in his hand tightly.

“Jimin!” He brings him into a hug, inhaling the wolf’s familiar scent. The latter makes a sound at the eagerness of his friend, hands full of gifts.

The light haired wolf is ushered inside by Taehyung who grabs his hand and leads him towards their couch. He feels Jungkook’s eyes on him, knowing he won’t go too far with their visitor so close.

He worries when Jungkook puts away his switchblade, head whipping back towards Jimin who begins dropping all his bags onto the floor. As a childhood friend from his former pack, Jimin always promised to visit him wherever he went.

He usually brings him wild berries from his old pack's territory as well as fresh bread and new clothing. He is also the one in charge of supplying him with herbal contraceptives every six months.

He cannot imagine what he would do if Jimin refused to visit him or even be associated with him after basically betraying his own pack for the enemy. Jimin has always been understanding and surprisingly, not deadly afraid of Jungkook.

“Relax, he didn’t hurt me.” Jimin teases him, a small smirk on his lips considering Jungkook couldn’t technically beat his ass even if he wanted to. Taehyung would lose it.

The hunter doesn’t seem to understand that male omega romantic relationships aren’t necessarily a thing, there is no real threat. He shakes his head when he looks up and Jungkook lingers by the door.

“I brought you some light furs— winter is coming in strong this year, Taehyungie. Yoongi insisted I bring you this many, don’t pout.”

The omega holds the furs in his hand with a hum, fingers admiring the skin of the deceased animal. He watches Jimin take them all out, turns towards the direction of Jungkook who watches him with an unreadable expression.

He wants to say something, wants to invite him over but after many failed attempts at getting his friend and lover to get along he gives up. He turns back to Jimin when he brags about a loaf of sourdough that he made all by himself.

“You will have to let me know if you like it, I can teach you how to make it! Oh and look— this jam was made with peaches from that old tree by the lunchroom! Do you remember, Taehyungie?”

Taehyung nods enthusiastically, smiles as Jimin explains everything he brought him. He looks so happy, smells fresh and earthy. Taehyung gets a whiff of Yoongi’s scent and suddenly misses the other wolf.

“How is everyone? Yoongi?” Taehyung asks him softly, a small smile on his lips. Jimin stops talking, grabs Taehyung’s hand and squeezes gently.

“They’re all good, Tae. Don’t worry about us, we just miss you. Yoongi wants to see you but I’m not so sure how that will play out.” Jimin’s eyes glance over to Jungkook who pretends to act busy cleaning his blades, a microaggression that does not go unnoticed.

Taehyung playfully rolls his eyes, reassures Jimin that Yoongi should come next time he visits. He ignores the way Jungkook’s scent changes, turns slightly bitter.

“Before I forget, as always here is your six month supply! How was your heat by the way? Yours have always been worse than mine.” Jimin frowns, worried look on his face. Taehyung flushes lightly, convinces Jimin that he was completely fine.

The herbs are in a jar, preserved for teas that the omega will prepare on his own. He grips the mason jar tightly as Jimin rambles on about how the healer was having trouble finding the herbs considering the climate.

When Taehyung finds the courage to look up towards Jungkook, he finds the space empty. The disappointment on his face is quickly masked when Jimin asks him if he wants him to bring him something in particular for his next visit.

-

“Did he leave?”

The soft murmur comes long after Jimin had bid his farewells to his friend with the promise of returning soon. The omega nods at his mate, busying himself by washing the dirty dishes. He feels Jungkook’s arms wrap themselves around his waist, his warmth pressed against his back.

“Yes, he had to get back earlier since the pack is having a meeting.” He supplies, a distant look in his eyes that Jungkook cannot, thankfully, see. Sometimes he misses the little things, the way things were when he was young.

Jungkook hums as he twirls Taehyung around, steals a kiss from him while the omega attempts to keep up. Taehyung whines when Jungkook pats his ass lightly, the omega’s hand coming up to hold his cheek. They part with a soft sigh, foreheads pressed together as Taehyung tries to catch his breath.

“Hey you’re okay with Yoongi coming, right? I mean I know he’s an alpha but he’s a good person. He’s very kind and understanding, a bit blunt at times but he is just protective of those he loves. A-And I would really like to see him.” Taehyung stammers, suddenly nervous with the way Jungkook stares at him blankly. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t frown or smile, doesn’t give him an answer.

“Is he protective of you?” He asks him instead, his scent heavy and borderline sour. Taehyung holds back a grimace, he knows Jungkook is possessive over what he deems his. In this case, Taehyung himself.

Jungkook doesn’t hold him anymore, his hands dropping at his sides as Taehyung shivers from the emptiness he feels. He wants nothing more than to kiss him, touch Jungkook’s warm skin beneath his fingertips.

“Yes, but it’s not like that.” He quickly adds, not liking the way Jungkook stays quiet. The hunter’s eyes harden, his brows furrow at his words before his lips curl into a frown.

“Yoongi is like a brother to me. I could never see him that way, not to mention he’s mated to Jimin. He just— he took care of me when my parents died.” Taehyung’s voice softens to almost a whisper.

Jungkook looks away, pokes his cheek with his tongue for a moment before he looks his way. His eyes have considerably softened, lips still set into a straight line.

“When are they coming again?”

“In six months.” He smiles softly, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s waist as he presses his face into his chest. He feels Jungkook’s heart stammering in his chest as he wraps his arms around Taehyung, embracing him.

“Fine.” He agrees reluctantly, eyes turning back to the couch where Jimin’s gifts sit. He stares a little too long at the furs, grip tightening just the tiniest bit on his waist.

“Courting gifts, right?” Jungkook asks him, voice a little tense when Taehyung turns back. Jealousy storms Jungkook’s chest as he stares at the fur of an animal that an alpha definitely hunted on his own.

He begins to wonder if his flowers, hunted meals, carved and painted gifts were enough of a courting gift to Taehyung who smiles at him warmly.

“They can be, but they’re not.” He rubs Jungkook’s shoulder with his hand, blinking softly at his arm full of ink. He laces their fingers together before bringing Jungkook’s hand up to kiss his knuckles.

Jungkook’s attention is stolen by Taehyung’s touches, the way the omega rests his chin on his knuckles and gazes up at him with a soft look in his eyes.

“I just want you, okay? That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Taehyung sees the way Jungkook’s face relaxes, his shoulder slumping and his posture weakens. His smile is crooked as he follows Taehyung to their bedroom.

He watches the omega take off his belt and unzip his pants, eyes full of love as he walks back until he falls back onto the bed.

Taehyung yelps when Jungkook roughly pulls his leg down, closer towards him. He lets the man pull his legs apart, hovering over him with a darkened gaze.

He practically shoves his hand inside Taehyung’s underwear once he takes off his pants, watches as he groans when he feels how wet with slick his hole already is. He blushes prettily when Jungkook presses two fingers inside of him, eyes peering down at him as he pushes them in incessantly.

“You like that?” he huffs when Taehyung moans, arching his back off of the bed. He nods quietly, bites his lip when Jungkook curls his fingers inside of him.

When Jungkook’s cock presses against his entrance, he whines and whimpers as he lays on his back with his legs spread apart.

“Say it, Taehyung. I want to hear you say it.” Jungkook murmurs against his jaw, cock inching its way inside as the omega’s eyes become full with tears of pleasure.

“I’m yours, Jungkook.” He hiccups, feels the burn in his ass at the stretch of his cock. He gasps in surprise when Jungkook slams into him roughly, suddenly.

“You’re mine. My omega, my mate.” He snarls, strands of hair falling over his eyes as he thrusts into Taehyung’s ass eagerly. The omega mewls, bares his neck and feels when Jungkook immediately buries his face there.

“Jungkook—“ Taehyung feels his toes curl when Jungkook thrusts into him, pleasure overwhelming his ability to speak coherently.

Rough hands grip the flesh of his ass possessively, pressing bruises into the skin that will remain long after Jungkook is done with him.

“This is mine.” Jungkook says, fingers finding the skin of his stretched out hole taking his fat cock. He touches the skin, feels the way it wraps around his cock every time he thrusts inside.

“Don’t do that,” Taehyung begs, feeling his heart practically leaping out of his chest. Jungkook ignores him, rubs at it whilst looking Taehyung in the eyes.

He looks feral, eyes dark and jaw tense as he pushes his cock inside. Taehyung whimpers, begs Jungkook for a kiss that the latter grants. It’s rough and sloppy, and makes Taehyung’s head hurt when Jungkook palms his ass.

“You like that, don’t you? You like when I mark you?” He’s smirking, grinning lazily at him when Taehyung whines. He looks so handsome above him, his necklace dangling between them as he buries himself inside, where he belongs.

He grabs hold of Taehyung’s leaking cock as it sits against his belly, pumping it in his hand a few times. Taehyung trembles, shakes as he comes onto his own stomach.

Jungkook is violent, rough in the way he takes him. Taehyung cannot help but whimper as he holds onto him for dear life. There's a burning sensation in his entrance, the slick making the penetration easy but not painless.

He grunts, curses when Taehyung tightens around him, his forehead covered in a thin coat of sweat. The omega feels his lashes clump together with tears as he grows seconds away from oversensitivity. He bites his tongue when Jungkook presses himself inside, his hips coming to a stop.

“You want it inside? Is that what you want?”

Jungkook laughs cruelly when Taehyung nods quickly, slipping out of him just as he flips him onto his stomach and comes onto the swell of his ass. He groans as he paints Taehyung’s ass with his semen. The liquid falls and dribbles between his crack, making Jungkook curiously pull his cheeks apart.

Taehyung is quiet, his hands brushing away his own tears as he hesitantly looks up at Jungkook. The man is staring at his own cock, at the light blood that falls down the head of his member.

“Are you okay?” His eyes have changed, softened and no longer clouded with lust. He looks worried, guilty as he realizes he might have been too rough.

Taehyung rarely bleeds, not like he did the first few times they ever had sex. Jungkook doesn’t know when he loses control, fails to realize he has hurt him.

“Why didn’t you stay inside?” The omega completely ignores his question, eyes a little angry when Jungkook stares at him a little amused.

Taehyung huffs as he turns over onto his side, brows drawn in frustration when Jungkook’s arms wrap around his bare torso. He looks smug, his nose cold as he rubs it against his shoulder.

“Baby, are you seriously mad right now?” Jungkook rarely calls him pet names, he reserves it for when he really needs to make Taehyung’s heart melt.

He knows it’s the omega’s weakness, he feels himself smile when Taehyung’s body loosens and his face relaxes. He lets out a small growl, realizing exactly what Jungkook is trying to do.

“Oh I’m not mad. I’m pissed.” Taehyung snarls, turning his body away from Jungkook although all he does is make a mess on the sheets.

Jungkook stops laughing, he stops finding the omega’s behavior amusing when he senses that Taehyung is seriously bothered by what happened. He sobers up immediately, swallows harshly as he places his hand on Taehyung’s waist.

“Hey,” He says softly, slowly pulling Taehyung closer against him when he realizes the omega won’t try to smack the shit out of him for trying.

“Taehyung, come on—”

Jungkook eyes fall down to the omega’s back, the way his bottom is still sticky and smeared with his semen as he purposely turns him back to him.

Taehyung lets out a sigh, surrenders when Jungkook grips his waist as he makes a move to get up. He knows it would be pathetic to cry but he wants nothing more than to do so.

“Y-You can’t do that— You can’t just take me how you just did and not come inside.”

He realizes how stupid it sounds right after it leaves his mouth, but he’s trembling, his bottom lip quivers when Jungkook’s grip on his waist tightens. His scent gets heavier, different than how aroused he was a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook presses a soft kiss to the side of his head, hoping the latter will forgive him. Taehyung nods quietly but his eyes are still glossy, his body overwhelmed with how Jungkook made him feel.

“My wolf is still mad at you.”

Jungkook eventually gets up to get a wet rag to clean Taehyung up, places a soft kiss to the forming bruise on his belly. The omega feels his own breathing hitch, feels the butterflies in his belly intensifying.

Jungkook seems really keen on torturing him because he presses another kiss to his ribcage. Taehyung shuts his eyes painfully with a soft sigh, eyes flashing red for a split second.

He smiles weakly at Jungkook who presses up beside him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He wishes he had the courage to bring up the subject with his mate. He wishes he would be brave enough to express his desire for a family.

-

Taehyung’s former pack resides deep in the mountains, belonging to a close and tight knit community of wolves who grew up isolated from the human world. As a pup he loved the meadows and the hills, he knew them like the back of his hand. But as beautiful as the mountains looked on a bright summer day, there were shadows lurking within the dark.

Their alpha, a respected older man in his late forties, always warned them about the dangers of wandering outside of their land’s borders. As a young pup, his mother worried excessively seeing as she had only birthed one child.

“Taehyungie, please, always remember where you are at all times. It’s the only way you can outrun them.”

He is eleven years old when he comes to the blood-chilling realization that not even the strongest wolves can outrun a man-made weapon like the one that pierces through his father’s skull right before his eyes.

The wail that escapes him in the moment is deafening as he watches his father’s lifeless body fall to the ground with a sickening thud. The act causes him to shift back to human, his dead eyes staring straight at Taehyung as he lies in a pool of his own blood.

His poor mother never recovered after losing her mate, Taehyung watched for months as life drained from her eyes until she was but a vessel of despair. He watched her pretend that she was okay for the sake of helping her son heal from his own trauma of watching his own father be murdered.

The nightmares were debilitating, the way they haunted his dreams at night. The sound of his father’s paws hitting the ground as he attempted to return home to them. The growl that escaped him seconds before he was shot in cold blood.

Hunters.

That’s what his alpha claimed they were as he explained their hatred towards wolves. Humans who roamed the mountains at night in attempts to kill for the sick enjoyment, the sickening rush of adrenaline. They were selfish and cruel men who had no sense or perception of wolf dynamics. No idea of the meaning of families, packs, and soulmates

Taehyung watched his mother’s mate mark fade over the course of a few months after his father’s death. He watched her become too weak to eat or drink, her limbs all but crumbling to the floor when she attempted to walk. She did not make it past a year.

By the time he turns twenty one, he is left with a clear illustration of what soulmates are. Of what his mother had to endure after losing her other half. He is old enough to understand that her love was stronger than her will to live. He quickly loses his resentment for her when he realizes that she tried her hardest to push down her grief in order to be there for him.

Taehyung has found his soulmate but the thought of having an entire life with him only to lose him, scares him beyond belief. He feels sick to his stomach, feels like the breath gets knocked out of him when he imagines how his mother must have felt to watch her own mate be buried.

-

Taehyung rarely shifts into his wolf these days but when he does, Jungkook is never far behind. Always hovering, always making it his mission to protect the giant wolf.

Which is why Taehyung doesn’t tell him when he leaves the cabin early in the morning, deciding that he will not be long and Jungkook might not even notice.

He smiles as he strips off his clothes, inhaling the fresh summer air before closing his eyes and concentrating on shifting.

It hurts, it always does considering he does not do it nearly as often as he would like. The sound of his bones cracking and reshaping themselves forces a whimper out of him. He huffs once he finally feels his paws land on the ground, eyes and ears sharper than ever.

His wolf is light brown with white spots over his face. He licks over his snout quickly before bolting through the trees, paws quick to guide him towards the clearing.

He watches a bird fly from the highest point of the trees when it registers his presence, woods quiet now that the apex predator is around.

Taehyung whines when a butterfly flutters in front of his eyes and lands on his snout for a brief second before flying away. He lets his tongue hang out of his mouth, running around further to stretch his limbs.

He lays on the floor and rolls over multiple times before settling on his belly. Sometimes he wishes Jungkook could be like this with him. It’s a mundane thought, no bitterness to his thinking.

He allows himself to ponder further on the thought of his mate as a wolf. He smiles before shaking his head, feeling as though the thought is absurd. Jungkook, a werewolf hunter, would rather drink wolfsbane a thousand times than be a wolf.

He giggles to himself, runs home to where Jungkook will surely be waiting for him. He shifts back by the front of their cabin, shoves on his clothes quickly before opening the door.

“Where were you?” Jungkook stands from the chair he previously sat on, arms crossed. His hair is wet, meaning he had just showered. Meaning Taehyung was out longer than he had intended.

“I went for a run.” He replies easily, shuts the door behind him and attempts to walk past Jungkook towards the kitchen. The sudden grip on his upper arm stops him in his tracks, Jungkook twirls him back around.

“Okay, why didn’t you wait for me?” He asks him, eyes serious, clearly upset. Taehyung blinks up at him, surprised it bothers him this much. He tries to loosen Jungkook’s grip but it only tightens.

Tension grows when Taehyung doesn’t reply, instead attempts to pull back from him. The omega is growing more angry by the second, frustrated at his mate.

“Do I have to tell you everything I do— You’re hurting me.” He huffs, not even his supernatural strength saves him from Jungkook’s wrath. The hunter looks unfazed, loosens his grip but doesn’t let go completely.

“I don’t want to do this with you, Taehyung.” Jungkook frowns and Taehyung finally notices the way his heart beats abnormally fast in his chest. He places his palm over Jungkook’s heart, face relaxing slightly when Jungkook’s eyes betray him.

“I’m okay, I’m right here.” Taehyung reassures him, cups Jungkook’s cheek with his hand and feels as Jungkook rests his head there. He lets go of his arm, pulls him in by his waist.

“I don’t— I don’t want to be controlling. I just want you to be safe, so I need to know where you’re going. Taehyung, listen. Please.”

Jungkook brushes Taehyung’s hair out of his eyes, tucks a strand behind his ear. The omega’s eyes flash red, his canines elongate for a second before he turns to normal.

“I’m a wolf, Jungkook. I can take care of myself.” He smiles, not trying to diminish Jungkook’s concern for his well being. He reaches up to kiss him but Jungkook spins him around, shoves him back against his chest and presses a switchblade to his neck.

Taehyung gasps in shock, barely has time to balance his feet when Jungkook whispers into his ear. “This is how easy it is for someone to surprise you. Do you understand?”

Taehyung feels a fire settle in the pit of his stomach, his elbow shoves Jungkook back hard enough for him to loosen his grip. He is almost free, but Jungkook pushes him hard against the wall. His blade digs into his shoulder almost painfully.

“Okay, fine! I get it.” Taehyung huffs, slightly angry that Jungkook always has to be right. He always has to do everything his way.

He feels a little pathetic when Jungkook lets him go, the blade slips back into his pocket. He feels his eyes sting with tears of frustration as he turns away and walks fast to their room.

“Taehyung—”

“Don’t!”

As a wolf, that was humiliating. Even as an omega, he should have been stronger than that. He should have been able to fight off a human. He swallows back a cry, breaths out slowly when he hears Jungkook leave the cabin.

He doesn’t return until evening when the sun is disappearing behind the horizon, beautiful hues of orange and pink in the skin. Taehyung is busy cooking up a stew when the front door opens and footsteps grow closer.

“Hey,” Jungkook’s voice is soft when he touches him with his hands, kisses his cheek gently. He presents Taehyung with a bouquet of wildflowers, beautiful colors all summed together.

“I’m sorry about earlier.”

Taehyung blinks at him, takes the flowers hesitantly despite his wolf clawing at him to accept it quickly. He knows Jungkook feels bad and he is glad that he realized what he did had been wrong.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair before taking out a small wooden carving of a flower. The petals were cut to perfection, the center was meticulously carved to resemble a daisy.

Taehyung smiles, takes the gift from his mate with a soft ‘thank you’. Jungkook gently lifts his chin when the omega looks down, smile dropping.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asks him softly, concerned when Taehyung looks away from him. The hunter is quick to scan Taehyung’s body for injury, second guessing himself from earlier.

“Can you not hover so much, all the time?” Taehyung tries to lay it out gently, watching the way Jungkook’s face falls a bit.

He does not look upset but his smile does not quite reach his eyes when he nods, kissing his forehead softly.

-

Taehyung’s first kiss had not been what he imagined it would be at all. In short, he had pictured someplace romantic, preferably at night with a clear view of the stars and the sky. With a bit of luck, it might even be a full moon.

He had pictured his werewolf mate standing in front of him, smiling at him as he asked for permission to kiss him. The omega would smile, nod before closing his eyes and feeling the other’s lips on his.

Of course this would come long after a respectable courtship in which his werewolf mate would ask for his pack’s permission to court him. There would be lots of pinning involved and slow burn, conforming to pack customs.

His mate would express his underlying love for him and yearn to spend every waking moment with him. Their soul bond would recognize them both as each other’s mate. Taehyung’s mate would realize they were fated instantly, his scent alone would be enough to make his mate want him.

Jungkook was everything but that.

His mate was not a wolf and his mate did not recognize him as his own. There was no instant connection, there was no illuminating spark at first sight. Jungkook’s body indicated hate, resentment, and utter loathing for him.

The hunter had stared down at him unmoving as Taehyung bled out on the ground. The arrow he had placed there felt heavy, burned as Taehyung uttered what he presumed were his last words.

There was no weakness in his eyes, no falter in his step as he crouched down over his body. He let out a growl low in his throat, practically resembling a wolf.

Just before he could close his eyes in defeat, there were hands gripping his arms. Taehyung felt like he was floating, eyes barely managing to catch the way Jungkook carried him up.

His life had been spared but at what cost?

Jungkook’s heart had not been changed simply because he had allowed one of his kind to live. He did not care for him nor his sudden death declaration.

He did not care if he lived or died. He did not care if what the wolf actually said was true. He did not find Taehyung the least bit attractive and he was not going to change his mind simply because he claimed they were mates.

Or maybe he did.

Maybe Jungkook wasn’t as doomed as his mother once said he was. Maybe this was the real reason he cried at the age of ten when he killed his first werewolf as a birthday present.

Maybe this was Jungkook’s redemption arc.

The years of conditioning were hard to break, to erase from his memory. Taehyung was weak and injured yet he was not easy prey for Jungkook. He was weak and injured but he was harmless.

He carried him all the way to his cabin and cursed himself as he removed the arrow and cleaned the wound. He laid him on his own bed, listened to the omega murmur words to himself as a fever sat in.

It was not until two days later that the wound on his shoulder began to heal, quicker than the average human of course. Jungkook slept on the couch and watched the wolf, never once letting go of his weapons.

The omega was everything he was not supposed to be. He was polite, shy, pretty, and clumsy all together. He was very weary of him, of course he was. Jungkook had tried to kill him.

There was no point in trying to explain why he had saved him. There was no real explanation that would make sense in his brain. He must have been ill that day.

There had been a lot of avoiding, a lot of back and forth between them. Taehyung had learned to understand Jungkook’s silence and managed to make living arrangements work.

Jungkook never asked him to stay, but he never asked him to leave. In the end, Taehyung never formally returned to his pack, not until he returned to announce he had found his mate.

Taehyung’s first kiss had not been what he had imagined it to be at all. It was rough, bruising and almost painful. His wrists were restrained above his head, held together by Jungkook’s hands as he hovered over him on the bed.

His touch was harsh and his eyes were violent as he captured his mouth with his. There was no consent and there was no verbal permission but Taehyung would not have it any other way.

His kiss was hungry, searching his mouth feverishly as Taehyung parted his lips instantly. He whimpered, whining low in his throat when Jungkook did not release his hands.

The omega clumsy followed his mate’s lips with no reassurance whatsoever of how he felt. No promise of mating or the simple idea of courtship. No thought other than to kiss the pitiful omega who followed him around like a lost puppy all day.

“Is this what you wanted?” He had whispered softly against his mouth, both males completely out of breath. His face was cold and daring but his eyes told.

Taehyung could feel the shift then, the small seed of warmth had been planted. There were no smiles, no teasing, or flirting after that. Jungkook was not a lover and they both knew it.

But that did not mean he couldn’t feel.

He felt for Taehyung. He thought he was pretty and smart, full potential in a partner. His presence was hard to ignore and so was his physical attraction.

The omega had a small waist, wide hips and thick thighs to match his backside. His smile was blinding and his eyes were always full of hope.

The first time Jungkook had tried to escalate things past innocent kisses, the omega had aggressively pushed him back. Jungkook’s hands pulled away from his ass, brows furrowed as his lust-filled eyes watched the nervous omega.

His hair was disheveled, lips swollen as he shook his head at Jungkook. His hands were shaking, body stiff as he refused to meet Jungkook’s eyes.

He looked almost afraid when Jungkook lifted his chin, silently nosing at his neck. The omega shivered, lips quivering when Jungkook looked at him in confusion.

“I— I don’t want to— Not yet at least.”

The hunter had nodded then, felt the omega relax in his hold when he realized the male would not try to push his limits. He had then been informed about courting, about gifting with the intention of mating.

The omega had wanted to be courted first, that was his only exception to having sex with Jungkook. He wanted to follow werewolf traditions. And so, the following weeks had been full of Jungkook’s thoughtful gifts, lots of flowers and carved forest animals.

He hunted their meals for them all the time but the gesture was special for Taehyung who was a werewolf being courted. His mate was proving to be quite the romantic despite aggressively claiming otherwise.

Within that time, Taehyung had reconnected with Jimin from his old pack. He managed to get some oral contraceptives from the omega, the herbal teas hidden in his pocket as he ran back home.

By the time Taehyung’s wolf felt ready to give himself to his mate, the omega was not at risk of carrying a child. Of course he had not spoken with Jungkook regarding his fertility and ability to become impregnated other than briefly mentioning it during one of their many conversations regarding omegas.

Jungkook had laid him down a few nights after the omega had dropped hints about wanting to be intimate. Taehyung had teased him, ‘accidentally’ showing more skin than usual. He kissed him a lot more frequently and didn’t try to stop Jungkook’s hands from feeling the curves of his body.

“Have you done this before?” Taehyung had asked him, feeling the lips on his chest disappear for a second before Jungkook leaned up to kiss his mouth.

The omega’s legs were practically wrapped around his waist, spread apart in order to allow him space to hover over him. Jungkook’s hand gripped his thigh, squeezed the flesh over his denim jeans and pulled his leg flush against him.

“Not with a man.” His voice was soft, hushed as he buried his nose into his neck. His breathing was heavy, hands slightly shaky when Taehyung bared his neck willingly.

The hunter undressed him slowly, took his time to really touch every part of him. Despite his hands being rough and calloused, they felt soft against his skin as he touched down his chest and closer towards his ass. He worked his fingers into Taehyung’s slick covered hole as the omega shuddered in his arms.

“S-Slow, please.”

The stretch of his fingers was good, Jungkook slowing down his pace just as he added another finger. The moment his thick cock pressed against Taehyung’s entrance, Taehyung whimpered and felt his body grow limp.

Jungkook listened, pushed in all the way until Taehyung could feel him in his belly. He could feel the way the omega stretched around his cock, taking him inside so pliantly.

He was gentle, and understood the way Taehyung’s breathing picked up when he went too fast, too roughly. He kissed Taehyung’s warm tears away and told him how good he was.

When he came, he came inside of him. There was no other way, no way he would leave Taehyung’s warmth. The omega had clinged to him, afraid Jungkook would get up and leave.

The first thing Jungkook noticed was the way Taehyung winced when he pulled out. The blood around his hole and smeared on Jungkook’s cock made him feel guilty.

“Can you hold me?” Taehyung had asked him, eyes soft as he looked up at Jungkook expectantly. The hunter easily complied, lied down behind him and wrapped his arms around his body.

“Did I hurt you?” Jungkook asked him quietly, unsure.

“No.” He replied, the throbbing in his ass a distant burn as his mate’s arms held his naked body. He could feel his heavy member resting on the swell of his ass.

“I’m sorry for hovering.” Jungkook had said.

“I like it when you hover.” Taehyung had smiled, pleased when Jungkook kissed his shoulder and pulled him closer.

-

“Taehyung, don’t—“

But it is too late. The knife in hand drops to the floor with a loud bang. There's a searing pain in the palm of his hand as he flinches back, eyes wide. It burns, the sound of his skin sizzling has him nearly nauseous.

Jungkook is quiet, quick as he steps in and immediately demands to see his hand. There’s a grimace on his face, guilt clear as day. He pulls him outside and towards a bucket full of fresh river water.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched your things.” Taehyung mumbles, biting back a sob when Jungkook rinses his hand and the burning of his skin simmers. He’s shaking, and doesn't realize it until Jungkook is bandaging his hand.

A deep sigh leaves Jungkook’s lips before he answers, “No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t leave them out like that. You could not have known it had wolfsbane.”

Taehyung swallows at his words, nods softly when Jungkook lets go of his hand. He feels pathetic, useless as he stares down at his bandaged hand. Because it’s wolfsbane he touched, his elevated healing will not work. It’s like poison, slowing down the healing until he is nothing more than a human.

“Where did you go?” He asks Jungkook, knowing the latter did not just randomly decide to lace his weapons with wolfsbane knowing he lives with a wolf.

He had been gone since morning, only waiting for the sun to reach their bedroom before he left. Taehyung had woken up to his boots gone, jacket taken from the rack.

“I heard a howl last night, I wanted to check it out.” Jungkook shrugs, hearing Taehyung following close behind. The omega stiffens, hesitant to ask whether he found it, them, the wolf.

“You don’t think-?” Taehyung asks him, stopping in his tracks when Jungkook stops. The hunter grabs the knife sheath and puts his weapon away, grunt of annoyance leaving his lips.

“Maybe,” He says, both knowing Taehyung’s moment of freedom shifting a few days prior might have lured in other wolves. He’s an omega without an alpha’s scent, of course they would be drawn to his scent.

There’s a heavy feeling of guilt that sits in the pit of his stomach as he looks at the way Jungkook stares blankly at his wall of sharp objects. Taehyung frowns as stares down at his injured hand, suddenly feeling even more like a burden.

“B-But I smell like you. Jimin has told me too.” He adds, brows knitted together as he self-consciously smells his knitted sweater.

Jungkook stills, doesn’t say anything for a while before he shoves a duffel bag full of ammunition under their bed. Taehyung nearly flinches when he turns to look at him and his eyes are dark, upset.

“You smell like a human, Taehyung. They don’t give a fuck if you’re already with me because they think they can challenge me.”

Taehyung blinks at him as Jungkook tightens his jaw, visibly angry. He runs a hand through his hair before he takes off his black leather fingerless gloves.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he manages to say, blinking back any tears when Jungkook sighs. He lifts up the omega’s chin before planting a soft kiss to his mouth.

“There is nothing to be sorry about.”

Taehyung sniffles, feels his eyes sting as he buries his face into Jungkook’s chest. His mate wraps his arms around his waist tightly, burying his nose into Taehyung’s hair.

“Jungkook?” He asks softly, his voice muffled with Jungkook’s shirt. He pulls away enough for him to look up at his mate, his eyes resembling that of a puppy.

“Have you… After that time…?”

Jungkook stays quiet and looks away from him, fully aware of Taehyung’s eyes on him as he lets out a small huff. The mere reminder of that night fills him with rage, his shoulders tense as he recalls Taehyung’s first heat with him.

The flushed skin of Taehyung’s cheeks as he tried his hardest to keep himself at bay, afraid Jungkook would back out of spending his heat with him if he realized how animalistic he can get.

The omega could not stop sweating despite how cold the weather actually was, his sweater thrown a couple feet onto the floor as he reached for Jungkook’s blanket instead.

He had been panting loudly, barely moving as he pleaded for Jungkook’s touch. The male had become distracted by the way Taehyung arched his back, his soft whines as he called his name so sweetly.

He was completely naked, on all fours as he presented himself to Jungkook. A thin coat of sweat glistened on his entire body as he whimpered softly.

It was not until Taehyung’s eyes flashed red and he froze completely on the bed, that Jungkook realized something was wrong. His omega was distraught, low growls left his lips as his eyes traveled around the room and sniffed the air.

“There’s someone out there,” Taehyung whispered, voice rushed and panicked with the strange smell as he quickly lowered himself onto the bed and covered with a blanket. The omega practically hissed when his mate got up from the bed within seconds, ignoring Taehyung’s strong grip on his wrist.

“Jungkook, wait-“ Taehyung managed to speak coherently for the first time in the past hour, his hot flashes only worsening now that his heat was so close.

But the hunter was determined, feet practically stomping as he managed to arm himself with his weapons quickly. His breathing was labored, rough and angry as he promised Taehyung he would return in a second.

That night Taehyung waited for what felt like hours but it must have been only forty five minutes. The anticipation was killing him, ironic considering what his mate was currently doing.

When he returned he did not speak. He removed his weapons hastily, breathing hot and heavy as his hair fell forward into his face. They both knew it had to be done.

“No.” Jungkook replies to his initial question.

Thankfully, there have not been many incidents of strange alphas reaching their land other than some of Taehyung’s old pack members getting a little too close for comfort.

They retreat quickly, knowing the wolf is mated to a hunter who vowed to never intentionally hurt a wolf who does not deserve it. Everyone knew Taehyung was his.

-

Heat instantly pools in the pit of his stomach as he watches Jungkook pull off the last remaining article of clothing that covers his cock. The omega is completely naked, on his knees as he waits for Jungkook’s cock to fill his mouth.

He’s eager, hungry when Jungkook grabs a fistful of his hair and pushes his head closer to his stiff cock. The tip is already wet with precum, a fierce shade of red lets Taehyung know how Jungkook really feels.

He nearly drools but lets Jungkook shove his cock into his mouth in one go. He gags but doesn’t attempt to pull back when Jungkook groans low in his throat.

He’s so thick, so hot and heavy in his mouth as he places his hands on Jungkook’s thighs. The hair at the base of his cock tickles his nose as he takes his entire member in his mouth.

Jungkook’s grip on his hair loosens to the point where Taehyung can freely bob his head, feeling the way Jungkook twitches down his throat.

He flutters his lashes up at his mate and nearly melts at the way Jungkook’s dark eyes are trained on him. His face is flushed, jaw clenched as the veins on his neck become more prominent.

“Fuck— Taehyung.” He curses, hisses when Taehyung sucks on his tip before taking him back into his mouth. The omega whines when Jungkook’s arm is pulling him up and off his cock.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Jungkook lets out a breathless laugh when Taehyung gets on all fours on the bed. His thighs glisten with slick, the soft dribble between his legs is collected by Jungkook’s tongue as he leans down to lap it up.

Taehyung lets out a cry, legs instantly weak and shaky when he feels Jungkook licking up his slick. It feels good as much as it feels dirty and he can’t help but bury his face into the sheets when Jungkook mouths at his hole.

His hands hold down Taehyung’s ankles into place, knowing how much the omega withers around when he does this. He hums at the sweet taste of it, sucks on his inner thigh and smiles when Taehyung whimpers.

“Mate?” He cries, hole clenching around nothing when Jungkook pulls away and admires it. He places a kiss to his asscheek as his fingers gather enough slick to shove them into Taehyung’s hole.

“What is it?” Jungkook murmurs quietly, pumps two fingers into Taehyung as the omega arches his back pliantly. He’s so pretty.

“I want you so bad.” He sighs softly, rocking back onto Jungkook’s fingers as they fuck his hole. He clenches around him so well, so hot.

“Yeah? You want my cock inside of you? Will you be good for me?”

Taehyung lets out a desperate moan, nods his head pathetically when Jungkook whispers in his ear. He shivers when Jungkook’s fingers leave his body, smearing the remaining slick from his fingers onto his ass.

“You look so good.” Jungkook exhales sharply, staring at the way Taehyung is propped up on all fours. His back arched prettily and his ass looks absolutely delicious.

Jungkook grips the length of his cock and rubs himself on Taehyung’s ass, teasing the tip of his member flat against his hole. Taehyung lets out a cry, fingers fisting the sheets beneath him when Jungkook slowly eases his cock inside.

The omega’s cries are so pretty, so full of life as he takes Jungkook inside of him. He lies pliant and obedient, whines when Jungkook’s hand rubs his waist softly and buries himself further.

He grips Taehyung’s hips and pulls his upper half back against his chest. The omega’s back is pressed against Jungkook’s front, the hunter’s hand spread flat on his belly.

He feels the way Taehyung’s stomach vibrates with every thrust, every snap of his hips. The omega rests his head back onto the hunter’s shoulder, his breathing labored as he whimpers softly.

His cock brushes against Jungkook’s hand every time he fucks into him, the member stiff and leaking onto the sheets. Jungkook hears the way Taehyung’s breathing stops every time he pounds into him, how he shudders when his cock brushes so deep inside of him.

He lets go of Taehyung’s waist, gently getting him back down onto the bed before he suddenly pulls out and slams back in without warning. Taehyung lets out a yelp, lays on his forearms and holds on for dear life.

“You’re so tight, even after this morning.” Jungkook grips his hips, thrusting into his mate eagerly as the omega practically drools onto his pillow.

Taehyung blushes but Jungkook cannot see it, misses the way his omega presses his hand against his belly. He pumps his cock in his hand once, twice before he comes with a soft mewl.

Jungkook hisses when Taehyung’s body naturally tenses, tightens around his lover. Jungkook comes inside of him with a loud grunt, slapping the side of his thigh as he does so.

There’s a rush of warmth, hot and heavy as he releases inside. Taehyung can’t help the content sigh that leaves his lips when Jungkook does not pull out even when he is finished.

At least not right away.

He leans over him, his hot breath tingles the back of Taehyung’s neck as he leaves an open mouthed kiss to his shoulder. The omega preens under the attention, bares his neck some more.

Jungkook slips out of him slowly, hands tightening around Taehyung’s middle half as he pulls him closer to lay sideways. The omega turns around to face Jungkook, smiles tiredly when his mate kisses his forehead firmly.

“You look so beautiful like this.” Jungkook says quietly, eyes softer than warm butter before he kisses his lips gently. He leaves the omega blushing, cheeks red and eyes shy as he mindlessly traces the tattoos on his chest.

“Can I tell you something?” Taehyung whispers, looking down at the gold necklace that sits on Jungkook’s neck. He plays with the cross, avoids staring back at Jungkook who hums in response.

He laughs shyly, feels his words get stuck in his throat when Jungkook caresses his cheek softly with his knuckles.

“Sometimes…. I think about what it would be like to have a pup.”

The words are spitting out his mouth and he cannot take them back. It’s too late, Jungkook’s hand on his cheek freezes, pauses and his silence is terrifying.

Taehyung’s stomach sinks, he feels like throwing up with the way Jungkook stares at him. His usual scent of eucalyptus is poisoned, pine burnt to a crisp. Taehyung feels the smoke in his lungs, choking him.

The omega bites back a whimper when Jungkook’s hand leaves his skin, his jaw stiff as he retracts his hand. Taehyung lets his own fingers fall from where he twists Jungkook’s necklace, bracing himself for the latter to shut him down.

To push him away, to scoff or tell him how pathetic it is that he can even carry a child. Jungkook is mean and ruthless, Taehyung knows this and can attest to how awful it makes him feel when he says what he thinks without a care in the world.

He can hear the way his breathing picks up, his scent strong and heady. His face is stoic, jaw clenched tightly as he looks at Taehyung. He makes the omega teary-eyed, Taehyung feels the lump in his throat settle when Jungkook doesn’t reply.

Until he does.

“You’d like that?” He responds, voice low. His eyes are still trained on him, his expression unclear. His gaze is intimidating, frightening when he speaks so little.

Taehyung sighs softly, feels his shoulders relax when Jungkook doesn’t put up a wall. There are butterflies all over his tummy, dancing around strong enough to make him feel nauseous.

“With you, yes.” The answer is so easy, feels so right. He nearly bursts into tears when Jungkook’s eyes soften, his hands slightly rough when he slides them around his waist.

Jungkook lets out a soft breath against his lips, it's shaky and he swallows loud enough for Taehyung to hear. His eyebrows are still knitted together as he stares at Taehyung’s face for some sort of validation.

“Don’t lie to me— I don’t want you to lie to me.”

Taehyung shakes his head, lips dry. He grows frustrated, not sure why Jungkook does not believe him. He doubts his word. It breaks his heart, makes him anxious to convince him it’s true.

“I’m not. I would never lie to you.”

Jungkook is older than him by four years, his heart and his mind is mature. He knows what he wants, he just does not want Taehyung to feel like he is forcing him to feel that way.

Carrying a child is not an easy task, nor is the decision to create one. He imagines being a male omega is not as easy as it seems. Although Taehyung is twenty four years old and is old enough to know what he wants, Jungkook feels like the more responsible party of the two.

He pulls Taehyung closer, buries his face into his neck and presses a soft kiss to his collarbone. The omega holds his head there, giggles lightly when Jungkook groans.

“God, I love you.” His lips are hot against his skin, hands pressing the small of his back forward against his own chest. Taehyung lets himself get manhandled onto his back again, Jungkook’s mouth crushed against his.

“Wait,” Taehyung pushes him back, eyes wide with anticipation. He stares back at Jungkook’s dark gaze, his hair falling into ringlets on his face. He looks so handsome like this, his lips slightly chapped.

“Does that mean you w-want to try— with me?” Taehyung blinks up at him, hands gripping Jungkook’s flexed biceps hard as he rests his weight on his forearms in order to not crush him.

“Yes, if you’re sure that is something you’re ready for.” He murmurs softly, lips curving up slightly when Taehyung nods. His gaze is shy when Jungkook grins down at him, his eyes twinkle with something so bright.

“Can I tell you something?” Jungkook smirks, mischievous glint in his eyes as he leans down to ghost his lips over Taehyung’s. The omega’s breathing hitches when he realizes what Jungkook has said.

“The thought of you carrying my pup drives me absolutely crazy.”

Taehyung lets out a growl, arches into Jungkook as best he can. He feels his hole clench, Jungkook’s semen still smeared in his lower regions. He can feel Jungkook’s wet cock pressed against his thigh, the hunter already half-hard.

“Stop teasing me.” Taehyung nearly hisses, he knows his eyes have changed color. He presses his blunt nails into Jungkook’s shoulders, a warning.

“Am I teasing? You’re the one stuffed full of me right now. You think I would risk the herbs not working if I didn’t want this too?”

Jungkook’s eyes are playful, there’s a smirk dancing on his lips but the omega can see the truth behind his words. He lets out a breathy laugh when Taehyung scrunches up his nose at the reminder of the slick and semen currently between his legs.

“I’ve wanted it for a while.” Taehyung admits, sighs when Jungkook leans down to gently kiss his lips. He gently parts his mouth and kisses him passionately.

Jungkook places a hand on Taehyung’s hip, shushes him softly when the omega moans. There’s a hand on his cheek, Jungkook’s soft curls tickle his skin when he buries his face into his neck.

“My omega.”

-

Jungkook has exactly one friend.

He’s broody and serious all the time, his frame tall and his stance confident when he steps through the door. He only comes when he has something to say, news for Jungkook.

Like Jungkook, he is a hunter. His black body armor makes his chest look wider as well as his shoulders. He’s buff like Jungkook, his hair is short as he opted for a buzz cut. He stands with his hands crossed over his chest as he turns towards Taehyung, acknowledging him with a nod.

The omega blinks at him, watches silently from the kitchen as Jungkook motions for him to sit. He seems relaxed, Taehyung is not too worried seeing as Namjoon is not in a haste. His hands rest on his knees as he sits down across from Jungkook, his eyes hooded.

They talk quietly and Taehyung always tries his hardest to not eavesdrop. He knows it’s rude and they might think he is taking advantage of his special abilities.

Instead he focuses on Jungkook’s scent, the fresh eucalyptus and pine is strong. He smells heavenly, Taehyung knows he can smell him miles away if he needed to.

The thought of him being so far away from Jungkook makes him frown, his chest suddenly tightening with anxiety. He feels his fingertips tingle, his heart beat rising as he tries to shove away the negative thoughts.

He doesn’t realize how intense Jungkook’s scent becomes until he murmurs a curse loud enough for Taehyung to hear without straining. He looks his way instantly and finds Jungkook already staring at him, eyes cold.

Despite being only a few feet away, Jungkook is far away enough for Taehyung to feel the detachment in his eyes. He looks visibly upset, his heart beating louder and faster than Taehyung’s. The omega feels his stomach twist uneasily, swallowing harshly when Namjoon puts his hand in front of his mouth with a cough.

“What is it?” Taehyung asks, his legs automatically walking towards his mate. His brows are furrowed, worried when Jungkook pulls him down to sit beside him.

“His mother passed away late last night.” Namjoon doesn't show any emotion towards Taehyung. His eyes are void, expression empty as if he had not just announced a death.

Taehyung’s heart clenches as he takes Jungkook’s hand in his, feels the way his palm is slightly clammy. He can feel the way Namjoon’s eyes burn holes into the side of his face, “I’m so sorry.”

“I was never close to her.” He murmurs, dismissing Taehyung’s sympathy like it meant nothing to him. Like his own mother meant nothing to him. He has put his wall up, Taehyung instantly notices when he refuses to look at him.

“Still.” Taehyung tries, ignores the way Jungkook stares down at his boots like it is the most interesting thing in the world. Namjoon stays quiet, seems to be watching the interaction with careful eyes.

“What happened to her?” Taehyung asks, attention now directed at Namjoon whose jaw clenches for a moment before he relaxes.

“She tried to take down an alpha from a northern pack. From what I heard, she was mauled badly.”

Taehyung sucks in air through his teeth, feels the way Jungkook’s grip momentarily tightens. That is a horrible way to die, even if what she was doing was a horrible act. Jungkook can no longer hide his anguish when Namjoon recounts how she was taken home and spent her final moments alone in a room with her husband.

The sickest part is that Taehyung feels bad for her. For her husband, a barbaric hunter who takes pride in parading around wolf heads and stolen furs from skinned werewolves. He feels bad for Jungkook, who despite choosing him over his parents, is still a human being with feelings.

He feels for a younger version of Jungkook who was once filled with love for his emotionally absent mother. The same mother who shouted profanities at him when he held weapons wrong, shoved him hard enough to break his wrist when he dropped his satchel with bows.

“That’s awful.” Taehyung breathes, tries his hardest to comfort Jungkook despite the worsening scent of burnt pine. It stings his eyes and nose, makes him feel sick when Jungkook runs a hand through his hair.

“Your father did not want me to tell you.” Namjoon comments, lips drawn into a line as Jungkook scoffs. He shakes his head, causing Taehyung momentarily to panic when he takes his hand away from him.

“Of course he didn’t. It’s not like it even matters, I won’t go see her anyways.”

Namjoon nods in acceptance but Taehyung blinks down at his lap, feels his gut wrench with something ugly. He cannot imagine not going to see his mother after her passing, even if his mother was nothing like Jungkook’s.

Namjoon doesn’t stay long after, stating he needs to run a few errands before the sun sets. He gives Jungkook a pat on the back before he disappears through the door, leaving Taehyung in an uncomfortable position.

“Maybe you should go see her-“ He starts, he knows he isn’t even talking rationally. There is no way in hell Jungkook would go, but the thought of him never seeing the woman who birthed him again makes Taehyung sad.

“Fuck no! Don’t even, Taehyung.” Jungkook practically growls out, whips his head to stare at him in disbelief. He is angry, Taehyung nearly flinches when Jungkook catches his wrist mid-air.

“I mean I know she was never a good mother to you but I just don’t want you to regret not going.” Taehyung says softly, feeling the way Jungkook’s grip loosens until he lets go completely and stands up.

“You’re right she was never a good mother. She hated what I was, who I was. I always cared too much, she despised me for it.”

Taehyung frowns, hugs Jungkook from behind and rests his chin on his shoulder. He doesn’t want to leave him alone, needs Jungkook to know that he won’t leave. He feels the way his mate’s chest rises and falls quickly, unevenly.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung mumbles, feeling Jungkook’s hand come up to grip his wrist. He laces their fingers together, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he turns around.

“You shouldn’t feel sympathy for her. She would not blink twice before hurting you.” Jungkook murmurs against his lips, eyes hard but kind enough to scan Taehyung’s face for permission to kiss him.

His lips are gentle, barely a whisper of how he usually takes him. Taehyung melts when he presses a hand to the small of his back and pulls him flush against his chest, his heartbeat slowly rising.

“How do you suddenly make everything feel like it will all be okay?” Jungkook says quietly, his dark brows furrowed slightly. He looks frustrated, intrigued by the way Taehyung smiles sweetly.

“That’s exactly how I feel about you. All the time, always.” Taehyung confides, feels his cheeks flush when Jungkook’s gaze softens. He buries his face into Jungkook’s neck, his nose inhaling his scent greedily.

He can hear the way he swallows harshly, his hands wrapped around Taehyung’s body as he hugs him close. There’s a pause, a moment before Jungkook lets out a small sound resembling a grunt.

“My mother always told me that loving someone was a weakness. It meant handing over the most valuable parts of yourself and giving someone the power to destroy it.”

Taehyung looks up from under his lashes, watches the way Jungkook’s eyes fall to a distance. His grip on the omega doesn’t let loosen and Taehyung cannot help feeling grateful for it.

There’s a hand on his jaw, fingers gripping his chin so he physically cannot look away even if he wanted to. There’s a storm behind his eyes, a wave of calmness settles when he looks at him.

“If loving you means I’m weak then that is what I am. Nothing anyone says or does will ever change the way I feel about you.”

Taehyung feels his eyes glisten with tears, his lips quiver as he stares up at Jungkook. The hunter wipes away a small tear that spills down Taehyung’s cheek, his expression calm as he leans down to kiss him.

“Mine to love,” He says, begins pressing small kisses to Taehyung’s jaw before diving further down to his neck. The omega nearly turns to putty in his arms, feels his legs nearly give out when Jungkook’s fingers hook into the loop of his jeans.

“Jungkook,” he whimpers softly, feels giddy when Jungkook’s hand rests on the swell of his ass. He doesn’t squeeze or grope like Taehyung wants him to, instead he keeps his hand there and kisses him hard.

The omega nearly lets out a growl, hands pushing at Jungkook until the latter falls back onto the couch. Taehyung is on him in seconds, fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans as Jungkook stares at him quietly.

He helps Taehyung push his pants down and underwear until his cock slips out, already flushed and half-hard. Jungkook watches the omega get down to his knees, the way he bites his plump lips with a small whine when he finally grips Jungkook’s member in his hand.

The hunter lets out a small groan, hisses when Taehyung begins pumping him in his hand. He is quick to kitten lick the tip, peering up at Jungkook through his lashes.

His cock is fat, girthy as he wraps his lips around him. He hollows his cheeks, tries his hardest to take all of him inside. Jungkook feels hot and heavy, the weight of him makes Taehyung feverish.

He whines when Jungkook’s hand fists a handful of his hair, pulls the stands hard enough for Taehyung’s stomach to fill with butterflies. He lets Jungkook rut his hips forward and into him, his nose pressed flush against Jungkook’s abdomen.

Taehyung knows when Jungkook’s close, understands his mate’s body like the back of his hand. He twitches in his mouth, his hands gripping his hair roughly as he lets out a groan.

He bobs his head faster, eyes swelling with tears as he takes him deep in his throat. Jungkook’s cock is so slippery with his saliva but Taehyung eagerly laps it up.

When he finally comes down his throat Taehyung quietly swallows it, allowing himself to breathe around his cock as he releases it into his mouth. He tastes strong and intoxicating, something so intense in his mouth that Taehyung cannot help it when he licks around his cock hoping for more.

“Careful,” Jungkook nearly growls as he watches what Taehyung is doing. The omega sucks on the head, greedily tries to elicit more of him despite having swallowed all of him.

There’s a glint in his eye, eagerness to be good and do good. Jungkook sees it, acknowledges it by pulling him to his feet. He grips Taehyung’s hips firmly, brings him onto his lap and buries his nose into his neck.

“You did so good.” He praises him, murmurs against his ear as Taehyung smiles.

-

With winter rapidly approaching, Taehyung rushes to gather as many berries as he can before the season is over. His basket grows heavier the more he collects as the wind continues to grow harsher with time.

There’s a storm brewing nearby, Taehyung can hear the howling of the window and the static buzzing of the approaching storm. He quickly gathers just enough to fill the brim of the basket before heading towards the cabin.

His cheeks feel flushed despite the cool air, making him slightly worried as he presses the back of his hand on his forehead. He naturally runs hot but now more than ever he is constantly filled with health anxiety.

The dry leaves crunch beneath his feet as Taehyung reaches the clearing before the cabin. He watches a squirrel run a few feet ahead of him, tiny body running up a tree in seconds.

They can smell him, all the animals in the woods. They know he is different, a natural predator. Everything in their brain tells them to run as far away as possible. Taehyung pouts, upset he’ll never be able to touch or caress a rabbit, a finch, or a chipmunk.

Once he enters the cabin he places the basket on the counter, slipping into the kitchen for a glass of water. He feels how scratchy and dry his throat is, his hands nearly shaking as he reaches for a cup.

He only begins washing the berries he collected when he smells him. His smell alone makes him clench his legs shut, fingers trembling as he washes his hands under the cool water. When Jungkook finally makes it past the front door, Taehyung is already out of breath.

“When did you get back?” Jungkook asks, already making his way towards him. He drops off his hunting gear, Taehyung knows he left the dead corpses of the food he hunted outside. It’s a rule they had considering Taehyung’s sensitive nose.

“Just came in.”

He quickly walks past him to wash his hands, drying them with a towel before turning to Taehyung. He hums softly, brings the omega into his arms before rubbing his back gently.

A shiver crawls up his spine when Jungkook’s cold hand slips underneath his shirt. The hunter must feel how warm his skin is because he sighs against his mouth. The palm of his hand travels from the small of his back to his waist before finally landing where he intended to touch all along.

The skin is firm yet still soft, and feels so familiar under his palm. Jungkook holds him, feels the warmth in his hand as the small bump rests protected beneath his large shirt.

Taehyung feels his breathing hitch in his throat when Jungkook kisses him softly. He smiles against his mouth, hoping his mate won’t take his hand away so soon. The button of his jeans is already popped open, too much pressure in trying to keep it closed.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, lips curling into a crooked grin when Taehyung’s cheeks burn red. The omega pouts when Jungkook’s touch disappears from his belly, hands reaching for his mate’s.

“I would hope so,” Taehyung laughs lightly before turning around to grab a handful of washed berries. He offers the first to Jungkook, who quickly accepts the offering. He finds that they are sweet, fully ripe and ready to eat.

“Have you thrown up today at all?” Jungkook asks him, brows furrowed in concern as he reaches over to grab more berries. Taehyung shakes his head in denial, not wanting to speak it into existence.

“I’ve just been feeling really tired, like I could sleep all day.” Taehyung yawns as if on cue, body leaning back onto the counter. For a moment he wishes he were in bed, surrounded by his and Jungkook’s scent.

“You can take a nap if you want. I still have to prepare dinner so you have plenty of time.” Jungkook says, not one bit of hesitation in his voice. Taehyung smiles, nods when his mate pats the back of his head softly.

“Did you get the rabbit I asked for?” Taehyung bites back an embarrassed laugh, watches Jungkook chuckle softly before motioning his head towards the door. He was successful, unfortunately.

“It was a big one too. I’ll start the fire in a bit.” Jungkook presses one last kiss to his temple before reluctantly letting go of him. There’s something so domestic in the way he casually takes off his sweater, handing it to Taehyung who takes it instantly.

There’s a pile of furs on the bed when Taehyung finally lays down beneath them. They smell of eucalyptus and pine, a hint of cranberry between them which Taehyung knows is his own scent.

A content sigh leaves his lips as he curls himself in a fetal position, instinctively protecting his middle. He hugs the sweater to his chest and greedily inhales Jungkook’s scent.

He only naps for around an hour, wakes up feeling extremely hot and overheated. His ears ring for a few seconds after he sits up on the bed, his hair surely sticking out in every direction.

By the time he makes it out of the bedroom the sun is almost down. He can smell the rabbit Jungkook is cooking over the fire. He walks out and groggily makes his way over to the man.

They sit on a patch of grass on the floor, Jungkook spreads his legs wide enough for Taehyung to fit between them. The omega presses his back to Jungkook’s front and smiles when he feels his arms wrap around his body.

His chest is warm, his grip is so strong and protective as he presses their bodies closer together. The fire is bright, soft burning of the logs fill the afternoon sky as they wait for the meal to cook.

Truthfully, there had been no real moment of epiphany in which they concluded that Taehyung was expecting. The omega had stopped taking the herbs a week after they had the talk about pups.

He was not sure how long it would take for the herbs to leave his system for good but it seemed to have worked wonderfully quick. Of course they continued to have sex regularly without any sort of contraceptive.

His next heat never came but the size of his stomach grew just enough for Taehyung to realize. He wasn’t sure if Jungkook had noticed the change in his body, feeling self conscious that he might be wrong and he was actually just gaining weight.

His mate never mentioned anything, carried on as if nothing was out of the ordinary. It was not until one rainy night when Jungkook slipped into bed quietly so as to not wake him up, that Taehyung grabbed his hand.

Jungkook stared at him through dark eyes, wondering, confused until Taehyung guided his hand to the swell on his stomach. The omega stared at him quietly, the sound of the rain falling breaking the ultimate silence.

-

Jungkook likes listening to the small little noises Taehyung makes while he pleasures himself on his cock. The soft gasps that leave his lips when he settles back down, the fullness he must feel when he does so.

He grips onto Jungkook’s shoulders tightly but it is nothing compared to the grip the latter has on his thighs. The flesh spills between his fingers when Jungkook squeezes, his eyes a pool of darkness as he stares at the omega.

Taehyung’s lips are ajar, his eyelids half closed as he bounces on his lap. His leaking cock brushes against the swell of his stomach as he drops back down, his lips releasing the sweetest sounds.

“So good, so full.” He shivers, moans against Jungkook’s lips as he sinks down on his lap. A choked whimper leaves his mouth when Jungkook’s palm delivers a rough smack to his ass.

His other hand grips Taehyung’s throat, a flash of something wicked lingers in his eyes as the omega moans at the firm grip. He squeezes just a bit when Taehyung bounces down on his lap, the omega’s hole clenching at the grip on his throat.

“Jungkook…” Taehyung begins, lets out a shudder as he fucks himself on his cock. He rotates his hips, whines and begins digging his nails into Jungkook’s shoulder.

“You want me to fuck you? Hm?” Jungkook murmurs against his mouth, hot breath fanning his lips as the omega swallows harshly. The grip on his throat is gone, replaced by warm lips that leave wet, open mouthed kisses to his skin.

Taehyung lets out a soft laugh when Jungkook starts fucking into him anyway, his grip on his waist is firm. His mate is always so eager to have him, to watch Taehyung come on his cock.

Jungkook’s hands travel down to the back of his thighs, gripping right where the swell of his ass begins. He spreads the skin, fucks into him fast and with intent. Taehyung’s slick makes the slide easy, making a lewd sound when Jungkook thrusts his hips upwards into him.

“O-Oh god-!” Taehyung is crying, hiccups when Jungkook stares at him through hooded eyes. He’s biting his lip, brows furrowed as he concentrates on fucking Taehyung until he comes.

“You’re dripping,” Jungkook pants as he looks up at him, both of them knowing his slick is smeared all over Jungkook’s thighs and effectively ruined the sheets.

It’s incredible how much slick he produces despite not being in heat. At first he had been embarrassed by how strongly his body reacted to Jungkook but his mate was the one who loved it.

“You know how much I want you.” Taehyung rubs his nose against Jungkook’s and grips his mate’s jaw with both hands. He gasps softly when Jungkook’s hand reaches between them to grab his cock.

The omega bounces lightly and circles his hips as Jungkook jerks him off, his knuckles brushing against the soft swell of his belly. He moans loudly when Jungkook tightens his fist, feeling how close he is to coming.

“I want to see you.” Jungkook barely finishes speaking when Taehyung’s face scrunches up and he’s coming with a loud whine. His fingers tremble as he brushes a few strands of hair out of his face, eyes half closed as he stares back at Jungkook.

The omega continues when Jungkook lets out a low groan at the feeling of Taehyung clenching around him. His eyes are sparkling, full of tears as he tries his hardest to give Jungkook the most pleasure.

He does not have to try hard, he knows Jungkook gets off on watching him come therefore he is closer than his voice lets on. Taehyung lets out a loud moan when Jungkook begins to wildly thrust into him, his jaw clenched and his eyes nearly bloodshot as he comes with a loud groan of his own.

He immediately grips Taehyung’s jaw and kisses him hard, his heart beating in his chest loud enough for Taehyung to hear. Jungkook doesn’t know when to let go, he never does.

Taehyung loves him for it.

He’s grateful Jungkook is just as crazy for him as he is for him. He smiles when Jungkook licks his lips after they part, his eyes still hungry despite Taehyung still on his lap. The omega nearly mewls when his mate dips his head into the curve of his neck, his lips scorching hot as he leaves his mark there.

A sound of discontent threatens to spill from Jungkook’s lips when Taehyung moves, his hands immediately gripping the omega’s waist. It’s more than clear he doesn’t want Taehyung to get off of him but the omega lets out a soft laugh with a head shake.

“My back hurts,” he mumbles gently, feeling Jungkook’s grip loosen at his words before he places the palm of his hand on the soft bump.

He presses his lips to Jungkook briefly before huffing, hand squeezing his backside for a moment. He gives him a small smirk, his hands finding themselves right back on Taehyung’s waist to help ease him off.

“Alright.”

Taehyung drops down onto the bed beside him, landing on his side as he shivers. Cold sweat clings to his forehead as he reaches for the pile of fur next to the foot of the bed.

“Let me clean you up at atleast,” Jungkook lets out a chuckle, getting up from the bed quickly in search of a cloth as he goes into the bathroom.

Taehyung’s eyes are half open, a tired groan leaves his lips when Jungkook arrives with a damp cloth. He cleans his stomach where he came before doing the same to his backside.

“Come,” Taehyung pouts, reaches out for Jungkook who returns by his side

The latter complies, his body warm against Taehyung’s back as he spoons him. His breathing is heavy, as is the beat of his heart. Taehyung sighs softly when Jungkook presses a kiss to his hair, fingers pressing into the small dip of his waist.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, his voice low as he buries his nose into the nape of his neck. His arm finally wraps around him, hand landing over his belly as Taehyung stares down at the ink covering the entirety of his arm.

“Yeah,” He lets out a breathy laugh, brain nearly going haywire when Jungkook grabs his jaw, firmly twisting his head around to kiss him on the mouth.

“You need to let me know if I hurt you. I want you to let me know.”

Jungkook’s voice is quiet, spoken in a hushed tone that makes Taehyung shiver despite the warm body wrapped around him. The hunter grips Taehyung’s wrist, lifts it up to his lips to kiss the weak bruise left behind from holding the omega down a few days ago.

“You know I like it when you’re rough.” Taehyung bites the inside of his cheek when Jungkook pauses before he lets out a low chuckle.

“Oh I know. You don’t hide that very well.” Jungkook smirks, peers over at Taehyung when the omega scoffs, clearly embarrassed. “But you know what I mean. I always… lose control when I’m with you.”

Taehyung’s brows furrow before he twists his body around to face Jungkook, his eyes soft as he takes in the way Jungkook stares at him.

“It’s okay, I trust you. With me and my— our pup.”

Jungkook cups the side of his face, thumb brushing against his jaw as he leans closer, pressing their foreheads together. Taehyung wants to shut his eyes but Jungkook’s gaze is penetrating, fixated on him.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you so fucking much, Tae.”

Jungkook’s eyes are intense, pupils dilated as he finally presses their lips together. Taehyung immediately shuts his eyes, grips the back of his neck to make sure Jungkook won’t leave him.

Their lips fit together nicely, it makes the omega sigh into his mouth when Jungkook lets out a grunt, his cock pressed against the side of his belly.

“Jungkook—”

“I wanna fuck you again, will you let me?” He sounds desperate, breathing uneven as he runs his hand down the side of his waist. His jaw is tense, brows furrowed as if he was frustrated with himself.

Taehyung bites back a moan when Jungkook leans down closer to his neck, lips pressed to the side of it. He fists Jungkook’s hair between his fingers when the latter’s tongue licks a strip up the column of his neck.

“Y-Yes.”

They both know Taehyung won’t say no, that much is a given. He lets Jungkook move him onto all fours on the bed, his ass bare for his mate to see. His hands are rough when he grips Taehyung’s hips, pulling him back just enough for his cock to press between his cheeks.

Taehyung tries to hold back his wince when Jungkook easily slides in, his hole still sore from only a few minutes ago. He clenches around him when he feels Jungkook pressed all the way inside, his hips flush against his ass.

“Wait,” Taehyung breathes, hands fisting the thin sheets beneath his palms. He feels the elder’s hands on him, his breathing slightly heavy as he lets out a soft grunt.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

Taehyung feels his body melt, relax beneath Jungkook as he nods his head softly and braces himself. He knows better than to expect that from Jungkook but his promise leaves a warm feeling in his chest.

True to his word, he doesn’t break Taehyung like he really wants to. The omega can tell how hard he tries for his sake, his hips rock slowly into him as he kneels behind him.

“Fuck— You take it so good.” Jungkook says through gritted teeth, his hand spreading Taehyung’s ass cheeks apart to see his cock disappear inside of him.

The sound of his hips colliding with Taehyung’s ass is absurdly loud, the flesh bouncing with every thrust. Jungkook grabs the inside of Taehyung’s elbows and pulls him to kneel upright on the bed.

An arm is thrown possessively over his belly as he continues to fuck into him, lips now attached to the side of his neck. Taehyung feels his legs turn to jello, shaky as Jungkook whispers about how good he feels.

“I’m g-gonna—“ Taehyung doesn’t get to finish his sentence as he gasps for air, his legs shaking strongly as he attempts to close them despite Jungkook’s cock preventing him from doing so.

A sob slips past his lips when Jungkook quickens his thrusts, his sounds of pleasure make him shiver. Orgasming twice in less than an hour makes him overly sensitive and he tries his hardest to keep quiet. He stifles his cry when he feels Jungkook buried deep inside, his hips stuttering as he finally releases.

“Shh- it’s okay, I got you.” Jungkook breathes into his ear when he feels the way Taehyung trembles, arms still wrapped around him, keeping him upright. The omega wraps his hand around Jungkook’s wrist as he hugs his chest.

He pulls out of him slowly, feeling the way Taehyung’s body relaxes when he finally does so. The omega whimpers loudly, slowly falls forward until he lies on his side, flush against the mattress.

He feels exhausted, his eyes blinking tiredly. He barely registers the bed dipping beside him before he slurs something incoherent, his mind slipping.

-

Jungkook hates visitors.

He hates having someone that he doesn’t know inside his home so the fact that two strangers— two werewolves, are currently standing in his living room make him nearly nauseous.

Taehyung’s smile radiates around the room as he stares at his two former packmates, eyes shining with tears as he runs straight for the male beside Jimin.

Jungkook knows it’s Yoongi, he saw the way the alpha reacted upon seeing him open the door. He was thin for an alpha, skin pale as the moon. Jungkook grew tense the moment their eyes met, the alpha having no problem staring him down.

He was doing this for Taehyung, who was more than a little excited for Jimin’s visit. They knew their visitors would show up any day now, eager for Jimin to know of their circumstances.

“Holy shit— you’re actually here!” Taehyung cries, completely ignoring everyone in the room as he launches himself into Yoongi’s arms.

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, frown embedded deep on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest. He rolls his tongue over the inside of his cheek when Yoongi wraps his arms around his mate’s back.

He expects Jimin to be equally upset or at least mildly displeased but instead the omega wears a small smile on his lips. He occupies himself, dropping all of their belongings on the couch, beginning to unpack.

Taehyung doesn’t immediately let Yoongi go, making Jungkook weary about Taehyung’s promises regarding the nature of their relationship.

“Taehyung,” Yoongi says quietly, still holding onto the omega. Jungkook doesn’t look away, his eyes glued onto Taehyung’s body.

The omega finally pulls away with glossy eyes, he sniffles softly when Yoongi gives him a small smile. But the alpha looks concerned, confused when he stares down at Taehyung’s oversized hoodie.

He couldn’t hug Taehyung properly, there was something in the way. Something that Taehyung failed to mention as soon as they walked through the door. Not to mention his scent is totally different from the last time Yoongi saw him.

Jungkook feels himself stiffen when Yoongi stares at Taehyung’s covered stomach, his brows furrowed in confusion when the omega refuses to look him in the eye.

Jimin is oblivious, already beginning to show Taehyung some of the new stuff he brought him. He starts talking but nobody is listening. Jungkook watches in slow motion as Yoongi’s hands reach for the hem of Taehyung’s hoodie, roughly pulling it up enough to see what he is hiding.

The gasp Jimin lets out breaks the tension in the room as Taehyung rushes to cover his stomach. Within seconds Jungkook steps in front of him, hands balled into fists as he nearly presses his chest against Yoongi’s.

He’s pissed, knows everyone in the room can smell how badly he wants to explode. From the corner of his eye, Jimin cringes at the smell of his anger. He looks uncomfortable as he stands slightly behind Yoongi, unsure of what to say at the revelation.

“Jungkook! Stop— It’s okay.”

“If you ever touch him like that again—” Jungkook spits through gritted teeth when he feels Taehyung’s hand on his arm, pulling him back.

Yoongi’s eyes are emotionless, empty as he stares at Jungkook like he did not just threaten him. He doesn’t show his reaction to Taehyung’s stomach, doesn’t say anything when Taehyung holds onto Jungkook’s arm for dear life.

The omega looks nervous, shy even, as he slowly steps out from behind Jungkook. His scent is stronger, anxiety ridden as he swallows harshly and stands bravely next to his mate.

“I-I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell you guys. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset anyone.” Taehyung speaks softly, eyes drifting from Jimin’s warm ones to Yoongi’s cold ones.

Jungkook’s body stays on full alert, jaw clenched when Yoongi lets out a huff as Jimin steps towards Taehyung. The two omegas share a moment before Jimin gives him a hug and kisses Taehyung’s forehead.

“I’m so happy for you, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung smiles, thanks him softly as Jimin steps back. Everyone seems to be waiting for Yoongi to speak, to say something. Jungkook watches the way Jimin silently stares at his own mate, unsure whether Yoongi will only escalate things.

“Yoongi…” Taehyung trails off, eyes still bloodshot as his best friend stares at him like he doesn’t know him anymore. Yoongi’s opinion is sacred to him, he views him as the older brother he never had.

“If it’s what you want, Taehyung.”

Yoongi is bothered, rightfully so.

Taehyung is sleeping with their enemy. He’s sleeping with the man that once tried to kill him. It nearly makes him sick to think that Taehyung is blinded by his mate's bond to see how dangerous someone like Jungkook can be.

The omega nods eagerly, “It is. I promise we both talked about it. It wasn’t a mistake, we wanted this. It’s been three years, we’re ready. Jungkook loves me as much as I love him.”

Yoongi bites back a scoff, eyes narrowing at the way Jungkook stays silent. He doesn’t look happy but that might have more to do with the fact that Yoongi, an alpha, is questioning his intentions.

“Yeah he loves your ass, that’s why-“

“Yoongi!” Jimin’s voice is loud, shocked and angry as he roughly pulls Yoongi’s arm to shove him back before Jungkook can punch him for his comment.

Taehyung doesn’t say anything but Jungkook doesn’t have to look beside him to know the omega is embarrassed and hurt. He doesn’t have a wolf’s nose, but he knows Taehyung’s scent is anxiety ridden and bitter.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jungkook practically growls out, knowing that if he actually does hit Yoongi, Taehyung would still be upset with him.

“Well it is true, isn’t it? You can’t even feel the mate bond towards him so why else did you stay?” Yoongi challenges him, eyes wide as Jimin shakes his head and holds onto his arm for dear life.

“Are you jealous, or something? What’s your problem?” Jungkook sneers at him, fully aware of Taehyung’s heavy breathing as he stands back quietly.

“My problem is that Taehyung left his pack for someone who shot him with an arrow with the intent of killing him. He might have forgiven you for it but I will never. And for the record, Taehyung is like my brother. I have nothing to be jealous about.”

Despite wanting nothing to do with the man, Jungkook believes him. He believes that Yoongi cares for Taehyung in his own, cold and harsh way. Even if his words hurt Taehyung, he knows the alpha just wants Taehyung to be with someone who loves him.

It surprises him when Jimin speaks up for him, his voice surprisingly confident, “Jungkook is not the devil incarnate, Yoongi. He has never treated me poorly despite being a wolf and technically still a stranger. Taehyung is not in any danger with him.”

Yoongi huffs, grumbles under his breath before he blankly turns to stare at Taehyung. The omega’s head is hung low, evidently hurt by Yoongi’s poor choice of words. He looks dejected before Yoongi finally apologizes.

Jungkook doesn’t speak for him but the urge to comfort him in front of the others grows too big to ignore. He wraps his arm around Taehyung’s waist, aware of the way Yoongi’s eyes follow his every move.

“I understand,” Taehyung concedes, voice soft as he plays with his fingers. This was not at all what he had in mind when he invited Yoongi over.

Prior to today, Jungkook would have never thought he would grow a liking towards Jimin. The omega is simply too eager and much too touchy with his mate. Now, however, he finds himself smirking lightly when Jimin finally breaks the awkward silence.

“Well, I guess you won’t be needing those herbs then.”

He succeeds in making Taehyung’s lips curl into a weak smile, his hands instinctively reaching to rest over his bump. Jungkook stares at the way Yoongi seems to have calmed down, having taken things out of his system.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something…”

-

Jimin and Yoongi stayed for almost half a day, with the omega slowly warming back up towards Yoongi despite his aggressive outburst in the beginning. The alpha didn’t address Jungkook after that but he also did not make any snarky comments or rude remarks.

Taehyung is the one who mostly talks, answers some questions Jimin has about approximately how far along he is. They talk about what everyone in the room doesn’t want to bring up.

Jimin and Taehyung speak for what feels like hours as Jungkook and Yoongi sit and listen to the omegas’ plan. It’s a good one but Jungkook still worries when Taehyung smiles and claps his hands. He looks satisfied with the result, the worried line on his forehead now disappearing.

Jimin doesn’t look worried but Yoongi simply stares at Taehyung’s stomach as if it will disappear if he stares long enough. Jungkook doesn’t trust him alone with Taehyung but perhaps that’s just his natural instincts talking.

“Oh- That reminds me, I brought you some knitting supplies. I figured that would keep you busy but I suppose you can even knit some clothes for the little one.”

Taehyung smiles grateful, checking out the new colored yarn that Jimin pulls out of his bag. The balls of yarn vary in color from red, yellow, brown, white, and purple. He can already imagine all the pretty things he can make for the pup.

Jimin promises to visit him within the next month but Yoongi doesn’t say anything when Taehyung stares at him expectantly. He still hugs Taehyung, but he doesn’t make any promises.

It’s not until a few days after Jimin and Yoongi visit, that Jungkook finally asks what Taehyung knows he wants to ask. It’s been written all over his face, his touch too. He’s hesitant, inconsiderably gentle with Taehyung and it is quite frankly starting to irritate the omega.

“Taehyung,”

The sound of his name from his mate’s lips will never fail to make his heart beat faster. The way Jungkook’s voice demands attention causes him to pause what he’s doing out by the fire, his hands a little sweaty despite the cold air around them.

“Yeah?” The omega turns around quickly, not expecting Jungkook to be so close to him when he does. He nearly jumps back when he sees the serious expression on Jungkook’s lips.

“Can I ask you something?” He looks unsettled, nervous when Taehyung stops what he’s doing and gives him his full attention. He brushes his hair out of his eyes when Jungkook clears his throat, scent suddenly anxious.

“What is it?”

“What that alpha said, do you believe that?” Jungkook’s face doesn’t give away what he is feeling but Taehyung knows the man like the back of his hand. He’s doubting, offended by what Yoongi said.

Taehyung sighs, reaches out to grab Jungkook’s hand in his. His mate quickly takes it, eyes soft when Taehyung kisses his knuckles. The omega offers him a smile, shaking his head softly in response.

“I know you love me as much as I love you. I know that even if you are human, you can feel how deeply our souls are tied. How fate brought us together, even if you liked to deny me the pleasure of being yours.”

Jungkook stares at him a little in awe, gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips. His features relax, softened a bit by the end of Taehyung’s words. He gives him a weak grin, his jaw no longer tense.

“I should’ve told that alpha friend of yours how you seduced me. That surely would have shut him up.” Jungkook’s hand wraps around Taehyung’s arm, pulling the omega closer to him so that their stomachs are pressed together.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung scolds him, watches the way his mate’s posture relaxes, his scent back to normal as his hand drops to his hip.

“Tae, you know I’m not good with words. I-I’d like to think I do a good job of showing you how I feel. And I don’t mean just with sex— I don’t want you just for your ass, that’s bullshit. Of course you’re beautiful, but you’re also smart, funny, kind-hearted, and the most forgiving person I can think of. You made me feel, Taehyung. You made me feel your love and mine.”

Taehyung tries to blame his pregnancy hormones when he starts tearing up, but the truth is that he never gets tired of Jungkook showing and telling him how much he means to him.

“I think you’re doing a pretty good job with your words right now.” Taehyung cringes when he lets out a croaky laugh, his eyes brimming with tears as Jungkook cups his cheek softly.

“I don’t want you to believe that alpha.” Jungkook sighs, running a hand through his hair in anguish. He still looks worried that Taehyung might doubt him, causing him to bite his lip harshly.

“Now why would I do that? Yoongi doesn’t know you like I do so his opinion doesn’t matter.” Taehyung is so good at reassuring him, bless his heart. Jungkook nods, agreeing that it would be wrong for Taehyung to take Yoongi’s word for it.

He lets the topic go, confident with what Taehyung has told him. The alpha’s words no longer ringing over his head every time he touches Taehyung, worried the omega would eventually believe his words were true.

-

Taehyung’s stomach grows quickly, as do the days of harsher winters. He finds himself growing troubled as he struggles to find relief for his back pain and fatigue. There’s a nagging emotion behind quiet eyes, self-conscious in the way his body has changed.

His cheeks have grown rounder and his hips have become a lot wider in the last few weeks. He knows it’s a normal part of this journey but he cannot help the way he feels when Jungkook cups his cheek or stares at him a little too long.

The realistic part of him knows Jungkook doesn’t care, but he nearly cries in frustration when his favorite pair of jeans no longer go up his thighs. He only grows more upset when Jungkook laughs softly from behind him, clearly aware of how the omega struggles to pull his pants up.

He offers him a pair of his own sweatpants but it only causes Taehyung’s eyes to pool with tears as he bites his lip harshly. He grows angry, overwhelmed at the fact that he’s now crying, pathetically so.

“Hey— Tae, it’s alright.” Jungkook sounds shocked, surprised to see him burst into tears when he had been so good at keeping it together. His mate rushes to his side, pulling the omega towards him until he buries his face into Jungkook’s bare chest.

There’s a whimper threatening to escape his lips, muffled by Jungkook’s shirt as he holds onto him tightly. His face is flushed, blotchy from his tears by the time Jungkook manages to pry his face away from his neck.

“I’m sorry, this is so stupid.” He sniffs, embarrassed when Jungkook doesn’t say anything. He avoids looking him in the eyes, nose scrunching up when he becomes drastically aware that he’s only wearing a shirt, still in his underwear with absolutely no pants on.

“Little wolf, it’s not stupid. Your body is changing quickly, it’s understandable you’re upset. I’m the one who should be sorry, I shouldn’t have disregarded your feelings.” Jungkook murmurs softly, thumb brushing away his tears.

Taehyung accepts his apology with a kiss, softly pressing their lips together as Jungkook cups his face in his hands. “I really wanted to wear those pants.”

Taehyung pouts, sulks when Jungkook smiles at him fondly, almost apologetic. He gently combs Taehyung’s hair with his fingers before silently helping the omega into a clear pair of sweatpants. His knuckles brush against Taehyung’s thighs as he slides the sweatpants up, eyes warm as he takes in the pink lines that litter the sides of his upper thighs.

The stretch marks will fade eventually, Jungkook reassures him quietly, tenderly as he caresses his skin. He worries it hurts, tells Taehyung as much but the omega shakes his head, tells him it’s itchy.

The omega’s eyes wander over to the wooden crib by their bed that Jungkook worked so hard on, the light brown material sanded and finished to perfection only a day prior. It had made Taehyung cry then, and it makes his eyes tear up again now.

“I’m almost done with the blanket,” Taehyung gestures towards the pile of knitted yarn by the end of the room, the soft cream color standing out beautifully. The omega smiles softly when Jungkook hums, leaving Taehyung’s side momentarily to go pick up the blanket.

“Can you scent it?” Taehyung asks him, sighing quietly when Jungkook rubs the material against his neck where his scent glands are. His tattooed hands cause a surge of heat in Taehyung’s belly, the way he gently holds the blanket as if sacred.

“Good?” He murmurs as he holds out the blanket for Taehyung to take, eyes dark when Taehyung sniffs, nods eagerly and buries his nose into the material.

The omega will add this piece to his nest before his pup arrives, soaking the material in his and Jungkook’s scent in the meantime. The nest he has created on their bed has been slowly accumulating over the last few months, consisting of Jungkook’s clothes, some clean furs Jimin brought him a while ago, and lots of pillows.

“You smell so good,” Taehyung sighs, eyes soft and warm as he takes in the sight of Jungkook shirtless one last time before the male chucks on a dark gray shirt, his defined stomach causes the omega to whine quietly.

“Yeah? Has it changed?” Jungkook smirks, runs a hand through his hair on purpose to tease him. He watches the omega practically swoon, looking quite adorable in his baggy clothes.

“It’s stronger,” Taehyung bites his lip, eyes heavy as he walks up to his mate and kisses him almost possessively. Jungkook quickly takes over, groans when Taehyung parts his lips instantly. He’s pliant in his arms, kissing him back eagerly but Jungkook gently pushes him away.

“What?” Taehyung asks, holding back the tears that threaten to spill from being pushed away by his mate. He hates the feeling that rises in his chest when Jungkook avoids his eyes.

He thinks back to what Jungkook just said to him, his comforting words, only to make him feel the opposite. He feels ashamed, embarrassed that his mate clearly doesn’t want him. He doesn’t want to touch him.

“Am I that revolting to you? Is that why you haven’t had sex with me in two weeks?” Taehyung sounds incredibly accusing, angry and embarrassed that he has to bring it up this way. Nothing has worked to his favor, not even going to bed naked a few days ago made Jungkook cave in.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jungkook is upset but Taehyung doesn’t care. He’s tired of acting like he doesn’t notice the way Jungkook avoids doing anything more than kissing. It’s really starting to hurt his feelings, and makes him feel undesirable.

Jungkook only makes it worse by turning away, giving him his back as he runs a hand over his face. He looks angry, annoyed when Taehyung demands to know the reason. He shakes his head, brows furrowed when Taehyung grabs his shoulder with enough strength to make Jungkook turn to look at him.

“Don’t act like I’m making this all up. I’m not stupid, I know when you want me and when you don’t. My wolf hasn’t been able to smell your—“

“Alright, that’s enough Taehyung,” He says stiffly, his voice tense when he realizes the omega has been paying close attention to his strange behavior. He hates the way he stares at him like he has him all figured out when he couldn’t be more wrong.

“No it’s not! If you didn’t think you’d want me like this, then you should have told me Jungkook. I-I would have understood that maybe you don’t feel the same desire for a pup—“

“Taehyung, shut up. Seriously,” Jungkook shakes his head, expression stoic as his hands fall into fists at his sides. Taehyung sighs, his previous anger replaced by sadness as he sniffs quietly, trying to not draw pity from Jungkook.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better about my body, Jungkook—”

A rough hand latches itself onto Taehyung’s arm, drawing a startled gasp from the omega when his mate pulls him closer to himself. His eyes are dark, frustration clear as day on his face as his jaw tightens angrily. The omega shivers when his mate’s scent grows by the second, invading his nostrils and nearly taking his breath away.

“You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about,” He spits through gritted teeth, intimidating aura around him but Taehyung is not afraid. He has never been afraid of what Jungkook is capable of. “I want to do things to you, Taehyung. Things that I know I shouldn’t because they’re sick. I’m sick because I don’t know how to be gentle with you even when you’re clearly pregnant.”

Taehyung stays silent, his breathing comes out in soft puffs as he feels the way Jungkook’s grip loosens until he lets go but the damage is done. They both stare at the harsh, red fingerprints forming on his arm, the flesh throbbing despite Jungkook letting him go.

“Tell me, please.”

Jungkooks scoffs, shakes his head but Taehyung grabs his forearm when the man attempts to leave their bedroom. He won’t let Jungkook leave, not until he knows exactly what is causing his mate to distance himself from him. He doesn’t care about the damage to his arm because he has grown used to Jungkook’s rough manhandling.

“I want to fuck you until you cry for me to stop. I want to leave bruises all over your skin, to mark you as mine. I want to have you on my cock until you’re sore, unable to walk. I want to come inside of you, on your face, on your stomach. I want to taste you, Taehyung.”

The man’s eyes fall to his chest, his pulse quickening as he stares at the top of his shirt, burdened by knowing what lies beneath. The omega feels his breathing hitch in his throat, fully aware of what Jungkook wants.

Just the night before Taehyung had awakened only to discover that the entire front of his (Jungkook’s) shirt had been soaked by his own production of breastmilk. He had been incredibly embarrassed, nearly jumping out of bed when Jungkook had quietly pointed it out.

They hadn’t talked about it even after Jungkook helped him out of his shirt and provided him with a clean one. The omega had avoided him the rest of the morning, busying himself with knitting a few more things.

It’s not a secret that Taehyung’s chest has grown in size, not drastically but the once flat chest now consisted of soft mounds, full of nutrients for his pup. They constantly hurt these days but Taehyung knows it will all be worth it in the end.

The revelation of Jungkook’s thoughts don’t disturb him or disgust him. He knows that pregnancy is a big turn on for alphas, especially those who are possessive in nature. And Jungkook may not be the first but he definitely is the second.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung breathes softly, his touch gentle as he wraps his hand around the human’s wrist. He can hear how quickly his heart beats, excited, angry, anxious. “I’d let you.”

Jungkook makes a sound in his throat that resembles a low growl, eyes dark and piercing as he stares at the way Taehyung bites his lip softly. He shakes his head, like he wants to erase Taehyung’s words from his mind.

“I know, that’s the problem.” He says, eyes full of lust and suddenly Taehyung wants nothing more than to return to bed, preferably naked with Jungkook on top of him. He bites back a whine at the way Jungkook stares at his lips.

“It’s okay, really. I-In my old pack it was normal for mates to provide in that way, it’s not weird to me I promise.” Taehyung’s fully aware that he’s blushing profusely, his face incredibly hot as he stares back at Jungkook’s handsome face.

“Yeah?” He murmurs softly, the furrow in his brows has disappeared and his jaw is no longer tense. He reaches out to hold his hip, feeling the warm skin beneath the shirt he’s wearing. “You look so good, baby. I wanna have you all the time, you drive me crazy.”

Taehyung stills, his eyes fluttering shut as he listens to Jungkook whisper in his ear how much he wants him. He whimpers when Jungkook’s hand settles over the swell of his stomach, travels further up until his knuckles gently brush against his incredibly hard breasts.

He winces, jerks away suddenly but Jungkook is quick to hold him close. Taehyung gasps when his mate’s lips are abruptly on his, causing him to melt against him. “Jungkook, wait.”

The omega pulls away breathless, nose still brushing against his and lips only a centimeter apart. Jungkook lets out a groan but his hands stop moving underneath his clothes. He’s so good, so handsome and Taehyung feels his knees weaken at the thought of Jungkook as a daddy.

“They’re-… really full. Please be gentle.” He whispers against his mouth, pretty lashes brushing against Jungkook’s cheek as he blinks up at him. He lets out a soft gasp when Jungkook lifts his shirt quickly, leaving him shivering when the cold air hits his sensitive nipples.

He instinctively places his hands protectively around his belly, teeth chattering lightly as Jungkook’s warm palm lands on top of his. He kisses him roughly, lips trailing open mouthed kisses down the side of his jaw and neck.

Taehyung lets out a soft sigh when one of Jungkook’s hands travels from his swollen belly to cup one of his breasts. They’re small mounds, covered entirely in Jungkook’s big hand as he sucks a mark on his neck.

It’s firm in his hold as he gently squeezes and hears Taehyung’s whimper as his lips travel down to his chest. Jungkook’s lips are warm when they finally meet the flesh, the brown nipple now hardened as he kisses the fat of his breast.

The omega’s fingers lace into Jungkook’s hair, hands eagerly keeping the man’s face close to his chest as he prepped open mouthed kisses around his nipple. Taehyung’s unable to look away from Jungkook when he finally wraps his mouth around his brown nipple, the sensitive bud caught between his lips.

“O-Oh,” Taehyung gasps, lips frozen in an ‘o’ shape as Jungkook’s tongue gently flicks the bud before peering up at the omega. His eyes are black, an incredible sight that Taehyung is used to from his mate while they are intimate.

The male’s other hand busies itself on his other breast, groping him in his rough palm before pinching the hard bud between two fingers. Taehyung feels himself clenching his thighs shut, his scent multiplying the more Jungkook continues.

A loud moan rips from his lips when Jungkook begins to suck, his hands roughly squeezing his other breast as he latches onto the other with his mouth. He switches between them like he’s done this a million times, Taehyung can feel his hard cock against his stomach pressing against him.

He feels delirious as he peers down at Jungkook practically hanging from his chest, his teeth gently pulling on his nipple as he swallows. Taehyung feels the way his own fingers shake from where he tugs at Jungkook’s hair, his breathing grows shaky when Jungkook releases him with a loud pop and his mouth is full of a white liquid.

The heat in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach intensifies, as does his desire for his mate to be inside of him. He lets out a pitiful cry, quite harshly tugging Jungkook up to meet his lips. They’re rough but warm, wet with his own spit and Taehyung’s milk as he kisses him.

The omega whimpers against him when he tastes himself on his tongue, sweet like sugar. Jungkook explores his mouth eagerly, hands acting as an unstoppable force. He touches his hip, his waist, rubs his belly slowly before reaching to cup his chest.

“You’re mine, Taehyung. I wanna hear you say it when I have you on my cock. This,” he squeezes one of his breasts firmly in the palm of his hand, “is mine. Your pup— it’s mine.”

Taehyung feels himself trembling and wonders if Jungkook can feel him melting in his hold. He feels the hot tears collecting in the corner of his eyes as he whines pathetically for him. Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, guiding him back onto their bed until Taehyung feels the mattress behind his knees.

He lays him down and roughly pulls down his sweatpants along with his underwear, fingers instantly gripping his thighs. Taehyung turns over on all fours as it is the most comfortable position to be in considering how far along he is.

Jungkook wastes no time in pulling himself out of his pants while Taehyung waits and presents himself in front of his mate. He closes his eyes softly with a moan when Jungkook presses against his ass, his cock easily welcomed in his tight heat.

Tears quickly pool in his eyes from how quickly Jungkook fucks into him, his grip bruising on his hips as he rocks forward incessantly. Taehyung buries his face into his pillow, whimpering quietly while Jungkook thrusts his hips into him.

He reaches his hand over Taehyung’s chest, cupping one of his breasts in his hand as he pounds him from behind. He grunts loudly, mumbles about how good Taehyung feels around his cock. The omega shivers, whines when Jungkook presses himself deep inside of him, refusing to move.

“My little wolf.” He says, lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. His grip is the opposite, harsh and bruising when he squeezes his breast in his hand and his fingernails dig into Taehyung’s hipbone.

“I’m yours,” Taehyung cries when Jungkook suddenly moves, brushes up inside of him and leaves his thighs trembling. He places a comforting hand on his own belly from where it rests protected between his body and the mattress.

It doesn’t take much for him to come, muscles tightening around Jungkook for a second as he releases with a soft whimper. Jungkook pulls him up on his knees, nose buried in the omega’s neck as he continues to fuck him into overstimulation.

“Come on, you can take it.” Jungkook huffs when Taehyung grabs his wrist that’s still groping his chest, clearly in tears due to Jungkook’s violent nature. He gasps, whines, hiccups when his mate refuses to come, harshly thrusting into him until he finally does.

It’s hot, thick and heavy inside of him when he comes with a low grunt against his neck. There’s a dark glint in his eye when he finally pulls out of him, allowing Taehyung to fall onto his side on the bed. The omega closes his legs quickly, eyes shy when Jungkook lays down facing him.

His hair is sweaty, eyes bloodshot as he stares at the soft tear tracks on Taehyung’s face. The way his bottom lip quivers when Jungkook leans in to kiss him, the omega easily welcomes it. He’s pliant in his arms, bares his neck to his mate when he presses kisses down to his chest.

The omega lets out a soft wince when he shifts his body just a bit, not going unnoticed by Jungkook whose eyes flicker up to meet him. He frowns when he sees the angry red mark on his waist, softly rubs the skin there.

“I’m— I’m tired,” Taehyung mumbles quietly, rubs his eyes with his fist when Jungkook’s lips press a soft kiss around the fat of his breast. The lump is softer, no longer engorged with milk like they were before Jungkook got his mouth on him.

He’s satisfied with the way Taehyung looks, his pretty baby bump, his milky breasts, and the fact that his hole currently leaks his release like it’s meant to be. He watches Taehyung’s eyes beginning to fall shut, his smooth, slim hands curling protectively around his belly.

“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs softly into his hair, his arms pulling Taehyung against his chest as the omega eventually snores quietly.

-

It’s only four days before Taehyung’s birth date that the earth finally gives him his very first pup. The tiny bundle in Jimin’s arms delivers loud, terrible cries that cause an ache deep in Taehyung’s bones. He feels his omega more awake than ever, desperate to help, to hold his pup in his arms.

His best friend watches him sit up, pressing the cleaned up child into his shaky arms as he ignores his own tears streaming down his cheeks. Jungkook is quiet from beside him, his hands warm and comforting as he watches Taehyung press their son against his nipple.

His eyes are big, doe-like as he easily latches onto the omega, his cries softened into soft suckles as he nurses. Taehyung smiles, feels like he wants to cry all over again when Jimin brushes a hand through his sweaty hair for comfort.

“He’s beautiful, Tae.” Jimin says, smiling down at the pair as he washes the blood off his hands. He gently covers Taehyung's stomach with the sheets, ignoring the fluids and blood that stain them. Jungkook stares, unable to formulate words for all that he has witnessed the past three hours.

“He has Jungkook’s eyes,” He sighs with a fond smile before he lets out a tired giggle when his pup moves his face the tiniest bit, “and his nose.”

Jungkook swallows harshly, unable to share their excitement when he feels the adrenaline and fear still coursing through his veins. Taehyung notices immediately, aware that no amount of prep talk could have prepared Jungkook for witnessing a male omega give birth.

“I’ll be okay,” He gives him a tired smile, reaching out to grip Jungkook’s hand that he currently has in a fist. He instantly takes his, laces their fingers together and squeezes. He looks upset, shakes his head softly and brings Taehyung’s knuckles to his lips.

“You’re amazing.” He croaks out after hours of observing, biting his tongue and clenching his fists in order to stop himself from attacking Jimin. He feels awestruck by the strength in which Taehyung handled things, loves his pup enough to endure an agonizing labor.

His eyes flicker down to his son, his beautiful baby that Taehyung carried in his belly for months on end without throwing a complete tantrum. In all honesty, he feels a little bad that the pup looks exactly like him. He feels a little selfish but when Taehyung smiles at him, he knows the omega is proud that he does.

Jimin busies himself cleaning the room, pretending he doesn’t hear the way Jungkook murmurs soft appraisals to Taehyung as he nurses the little bundle of joy. He cannot wait for Yoongi to come and see Taehyung’s pup but he knows it will have to wait until the omega’s bond with the pup settles and he no longer feels threatened by everyone.

Jimin breaks from his thoughts when he hears Taehyung ask Jungkook if he wants to hold the baby. Evidently done with nursing, the pup is quiet and no longer fussy. The omega watches Taehyung gently hand over the baby to his mate, the thick smell of arousal mixed with genuine happiness fills the entire room.

For a second Jimin forgets Jungkook can’t smell it, almost snorts when he realizes Taehyung got excited at the sight of Jungkook holding his pup. He can’t really blame him seeing as he knows he would be the same if Yoongi were holding a pup of their own.

“Tae?” Jimin asks him, worried when the omega shifts his legs slightly and winces. He’s actively healing but it doesn’t mean he’s invincible to the pain of it. Jimin rubs his shoulder soothingly when his face scrunches up, clearly uncomfortable.

“Hm— hurts.” He gasps, tears springing to his eyes as he glances at Jungkook whose shoulders are stiff as fuck. Jimin cringes at the change in both of their scents, his sensitive nose picking up Jungkook’s negative emotions.

“I know, baby, you did so good. Why don’t I make you some tea? Would you like that?” Jimin speaks so softly to him, swiftly ignoring the way Jungkook narrows his eyes at him due to the pet name.

Taehyung whimpers, nods his head and turns his attention towards Jungkook when Jimin exits the room with the promise of returning quickly. He watches the way Jungkook cradles the baby who now sleeps soundly, unaware of how much he has already changed Taehyung’s world.

“You look so good, daddy.” Taehyung blinks at him softly, reaches his hand out to gently rub Jungkook’s forearm when he notices the worried expression on his face. He knows Jungkook is deeply distraught, unsure if Taehyung realizes how helpless he felt as he watched Jimin work.

“Can you tell me what’s bothering you?” Taehyung asks him gently but he already knows what Jungkook wants to say. He knew his mate had struggled the last few hours to hold himself back from saying or doing anything.

“I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“Omega bodies are meant to handle this, we talked about this.” Taehyung murmurs, watching the way Jungkook’s eyes appear bloodshot. He feels comfort in knowing he wasn’t the only one crying throughout the entire thing.

“Yeah, Tae but talking about it and actually watching it is completely fucking different. That was torture for me.” Jungkook speaks as though the memory causes him physical pain. Despite this, he holds their son carefully in his arms, still afraid he will somehow hurt him.

Taehyung manages to convince Jungkook he’s fine, even if his body is screaming at him that he’s not. But he will be, sooner than humanly possible.

“He’s beautiful,” Taehyung sighs fondly, watching the weak smile that graces Jungkook’s lips at the realization. The omega’s heart feels pride in seeing that his pup looks exactly like his father.

“He is,” Jungkook easily agrees, rocking the baby softly when he begins to whimper. He’s so gentle, with his big biceps and his huge hands-

Taehyung looks away, cheeks flushed as Jungkook tries to calm the baby back to sleep. He knows it’s wrong to feel this way only a mere hour after giving birth but his biology forces him to desire another heat and repeat the cycle.

And Jungkook isn’t exactly making things easy with how handsome he is. Taehyung partly feels like a predator, watching Jungkook’s every move like a hawk. The beginning signs of distress are there, beginning with his mood swings.

He can feel himself slightly slipping when he realizes it, pain, nausea, anxiety, excitement, lust, arousal, all cloud his mind until he begins to pant and his forehead shines with sweat. He wants his nest, the one Jimin so carefully and apologetically helped him remove in preparation for the birth.

He wants Jungkook to put it back together like he promised he would— he promised.

Tears spring in his eyes when he realizes the bed is void of his and Jungkook’s scent. He needs his shirts, his hoodies, and those soft furs he carefully scented for this precise moment. He wants to smother himself in Jungkook’s scent and cover the pup from head to toe in it.

“Tae?” He can faintly hear Jungkook calling his name, panics when he opens his mouth and nothing comes out. His lips are dry, shaky when he licks over them and cries. He feels pathetic but he just wants his nest and he wants it now.

He hears the door to the room open and his eyes turn red, instincts screaming at him to kick the intruder out. Jimin stops with his hand still on the door handle, the warm cup of tea held tightly in his hand. He’s frozen in place, careful to not provoke Taehyung but the omega is already alert.

A low growl leaves his lips when Jimin moves a bit, eyes nervously glancing over to Jungkook who holds their baby. His mind is clouded, consumed with the need to protect, even if Jimin is not a threat.

“There it is,” Jimin mutters, knowing perfectly well that Taehyung would sooner or later react this way. “Jungkook— Here take this. It’s better I leave, he doesn’t want me here anymore.”

Jungkook takes the cup from him, watches Jimin shut the door slowly as he hands the cup to Taehyung. The omega is silent, breathing nearly labored as he demands Jungkook give him the pup before he follows after Jimin.

The omega is still putting on his coat when Jungkook exits the bedroom, clearing his throat awkwardly when Jimin begins mumbling to himself. He finally turns to him as he puts on his shoes, “You shouldn’t leave him alone for long. It’ll only worsen his instincts to protect the pup, even from you.”

Jungkook nods, feels his knuckles turn white as he grips onto the back of a wooden chair. He wants to ask him a million questions, nearly panics when Jimin finally opens the front door.

“Thank you,” He says instead, feeling a bit nervous when Jimin stops and stares at him. His eyes show surprise before he masks it with a reserved smile, nodding his head in response.

“I’ll try to be back in a few weeks. Hopefully by then the bond has settled and he’ll be more happy to see me.” Jimin jokes but Jungkook wonders if Taehyung will be calmer by then or if it will be worse.

As a hunter, he knows mother wolves can be absolutely lethal and feral once their pups are threatened. He once witnessed his father shoot a juvenile pup in the leg, meticulously calling out the mother only to shoot her in the head when she came at him angrily.

When he turns to the room, he opens it carefully, fully aware of Taehyung’s eyes on him. He looks calm, now with his pup in his arms but his skin is still flushed and his eyes look watery like he wants to desperately start sobbing.

“Jungkook, please.” He sniffles, eyes soft and round as he calls for his mate to get closer to him. The male complies, sitting beside him on the bed as the omega takes hold of his arm and hugs it close to him.

“What is it?” Jungkook asks him, feeling the way Taehyung’s chest vibrates and his hands shakily cling to him. He contemplates asking him if he wants to put the pup down in the crib right beside their bed but he isn’t sure how he will react.

“Nest— please.”

Jungkook nods instantly, begins gathering all the things he and Jimin had cast aside. He begins placing them around the omega, following his orders diligently. He doesn’t complain when Taehyung makes him rearrange a few pieces twice until he is finally content.

“Come here,” He calls him over and demands for him to step closer. Jungkook shakes his head, afraid to hurt him but the omega growls, frustrated and upset.

Jungkook sighs, really having no choice but to enter the nest like his mate wants. Taehyung stares at him with big brown eyes when Jungkook carefully sits down beside him with his back against the headboard.

“Can you hug me?”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jungkook explains softly, trying his best to wrap his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. He sighs when Taehyung whimpers, resigning, as he wraps his arm around the omega’s waist and pulls him closer.

Taehyung visibly relaxes, sighs when Jungkook’s other arm that isn’t wrapped around his waist goes to caress the baby’s chubby cheek. The omega giggles when his pup leans into his father’s touch, eyes shooting wide open.

“Can you believe he’s ours? Just mine and yours.” Taehyung turns his head slightly to the right and tilts it up to rub his nose against Jungkook’s neck. He smiles when Jungkook turns his head, leaning in to press their lips together.

“You did amazing. You were so brave, Taehyung. Your body— it’s incredible.”

Taehyung flushes, bashful with the way Jungkook speaks to him still in awe. He brings the pup up to his nose, inhaling his sweet, milky scent with a hum of approval.

His nest is finally complete.

-

Taehyung is… quite possessive. Perhaps worse than Jungkook at the moment.

Not just in regards to his mate, but also his pup. Jungkook tries his hardest to understand when Taehyung snaps at him, growls when Jungkook reaches out to take the pup from him. He had fallen asleep while nursing, lips still suckling from Taehyung’s nipple as the omega tiredly closes his eyes.

It is in the middle of the night after all. Jungkook is only worried the pup might slip from his arms and makes sure to stay awake throughout the entire thing. He stiffens when the omega reacts so violently, his eyes snapping open and bright red.

“Mine,” He whispers, eyes returning to their normal brown color once he realizes it is only Jungkook who wants his baby. The pup clings to his chest, whimpering softly when the omega holds him tighter.

“I know, I’m sorry for scaring you.” Jungkook soothes him by running a hand through his soft locks, pressing a soft kiss to his bare shoulder. He doesn’t try to hold the pup again, instead watches quietly as Taehyung pulls him off his breast and cradles him until he’s sure he’s asleep.

His pretty brown eyes turn to Jungkook who stares at him encouragingly, smiling softly when Taehyung quietly hands him the baby. He watches the human like a hawk as he carefully walks over to the crib and places the small child down.

“Promise me something?” Taehyung’s hands are on him when he finally returns to their bed and lays in the middle of the nest. His mate wraps his arm around his waist and gently pulls him closer. Taehyung has been healing nicely the past few days and he’s already gotten up to use the bathroom and bathe with Jungkook’s help.

“Anything.”

Taehyung shivers when Jungkook’s hands gently ghost over his stomach, the skin still bloated and squishy. It makes him bite back a growl, nervous and self-conscious about how his body looks now. He grips Jungkook’s inked arm tighter, pretty lashes fluttering as he presses a quick kiss to Jungkook’s cheek.

“Promise you’ll only teach him to protect himself. Promise me, Jungkook.”

The hunter nods, promising the omega just that. He can see it has been bothering him, making him nervous when he looks around the room and counts more than five weapons easily. He feels safe with Jungkook but lately everything scares him when he can feel the warmth of his offspring in his arms, his tiny heartbeat pressed against his own.

“I love you,” He murmurs against his lips, cupping Taehyung’s cheek with the palm of his hand. He hears Taehyung mewl, his body finally relaxing as he whispers it back against his jaw.

“You’re mine, right?” Taehyung giggles at him but Jungkook can tell he’s only half teasing. He wants to hear Jungkook say it back to him, his wolf craves it.

Jungkook grins, lowering his face until he rubs his nose against the crook of Taehyung’s neck. He knows Taehyung likes when he does this, he can feel the way his skin is covered in goosebumps.

“I’m yours, baby.”

Taehyung brightens, finally lulled to sleep with Jungkook’s head resting on his shoulder, strong arms wrapped around his waist. He runs his hands through Jungkook’s hair long enough to feel when his mate falls asleep in his arms.

Taking care of Jungkook comes easy.

It’s not like Taehyung has never done it in the past but he finds himself taking on a more nurturing role since the birth of their child. He likes when Jungkook lets him cradle his head against his chest, the warmth of his body comforting against his.

He wants his mate to feel cared for and loved therefore he doesn’t think twice when he wakes up one morning, two weeks later, and can’t help but feel Jungkook’s hard erection against his thigh. His eyes flash red, fully aware of the blooming desire in the pit of his belly.

He has healed a lot quicker than a normal human would after childbirth and his stomach is nearly back to normal despite the small amount of loose skin that remained. His stretch marks are practically white and translucent at this point but definitely still there.

He’s aware the pup is still asleep, takes that to his advantage and reaches down to take care of the problem. Jungkook jolts awake when he feels the omega’s hands slowly sliding underneath his sweatpants, He groggily reaches down to grip his wrist, stopping him from doing anything further.

“What are you doing?” He asks him, voice raspy and thick with sleep. Taehyung nearly moans when he hears it, watches the way Jungkook’s eyes stare back at him with a confused expression.

“I want to help you take care of it.” He smiles at him innocently, moving his thigh just a tiny bit to emphasize what he means. Jungkook’s eyes visibly darken, his jaw tense when he practically hisses and pushes Taehyung’s thigh away.

“It’s fine, it’ll go away.” He says quietly.

“Jungkook,” He whines, scooting over until his nose rubs against the side of his neck. The male stays silent but his breathing becomes heavier. “I really want to touch you. Please? I miss you.”

Jungkook grunts but allows Taehyung’s hand under the sheets, and doesn't stop him again when the omega’s fingers fumble to slip underneath his underwear. He sighs when Taehyung’s slender fingers wrap around his cock, incredibly hard and warm from the heat of the blankets.

“Does that feel good?” Taehyung says softly, presses a wet kiss to the prominent vein on the side of Jungkook’s neck. He begins to pump him slowly, slides him out of his pants and presses his thumb against the slit. He’s so big, hot and heavy in his grip as Jungkook curses under his breath.

“Fuck— you know it does.”

Jungkook’s hands fumble around under the sheets until he’s cupping the swell of Taehyung’s ass, squeezing the flesh lightly when he feels the omega jerk him harder. He turns his head to press his lips against his, groaning into Taehyung’s mouth.

A sneaky hand finds its way underneath Taehyung’s sleep shirt, roughly groping one of his breasts, forcing it to leak from how full it is. He moans when Jungkook pinches the wet nipple gently, lifting his shirt up over his chest.

The sound of Jungkook’s cock in his hand being played with makes Taehyung whimper, desperately arching his back when Jungkook’s thumb flicks the hard bud and he can feel the soft dribble of milk down the fat of his breast.

Jungkook turns his hips just enough to where his cock is positioned right over Taehyung’s stomach, so close to release that he can’t help the way he squeezes Taehyung’s nipple and the loud cry that follows.

He comes with a sheer force that leaves him seeing black spots in his vision, cursing loudly when Taehyung slows down his hand and he looks down to find the warmth of his seed spilled onto the omega’s belly.

“I wish you were inside of me.” Taehyung admits, completely unashamed as he looks at Jungkook like he hung the stars for him. His mate shakes his head, tries his hardest to settle his heart when Taehyung’s fingers press into the mess on his stomach only to bring them up to his lips.

He licks them slowly, wraps his lips sinfully around his fingers and dares to stare at Jungkook. It’s a cruel thing to do, Taehyung knows it is. But he really wants to taste him, he has craved it for so long that it has begun to make him delirious when he finally has a taste.

He moans softly, bites his lip when Jungkook’s jaw tenses and his brows are furrowed as if he were angry but the omega knows it’s the opposite.

“Don’t tempt me, Taehyung. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Taehyung stifles a giggle as he sucks his fingers clean, watching the way Jungkook follows his every move with precision. He frowns when Jungkook tucks himself back into his pants and gets up to grab something to clean his stomach but his mood is quickly uplifted when he leans over his carefully to press a soft kiss to the middle of his chest.

He’s so gentle when he rubs his nose along the soft swell of his chest, his lips ghosting over one of his brown nipples. “I want to taste you so bad.”

Taehyung lets out a choked whimper, mewls as he practically presses Jungkook’s mouth to the sensitive bud. “G-Gentle— Jungkook!”

The omega gasps, feels his toes curl and his stomach tighten when the man roughly sucks and grazes his teeth around the nipple. He moans, turns quickly to the crib to make sure the pup is still asleep before he harshly pulls at Jungkook’s hair in retaliation.

He can feel his warm tongue swirling around the skin, the pressure diminishing the more he suckles from him. He hums shakily as strong arms hold his waist, caging him beneath his mate.

“Just this one,” He mumbles when Jungkook begins to grope his other breast. His mate understands, focuses on the one he’s nursing from and groans against him. He releases him with a wet sound, his tongue diving back in to lick him clean.

Taehyung draws in a sharp inhale when Jungkook looks at him, his eyes nearly closing from him relaxed he appears. “You’re so sweet, baby.”

The wolf lets out a shy giggle, squirms lightly when Jungkook reaches over to kiss him on the mouth. He eagerly follows through, lets him lead the kiss as he begins to taste himself on his tongue.

Jungkook wasn’t lying.

“So pretty,” He leaves a soft kiss to the corner of Taehyung’s mouth, trailing down towards his jaw, “Such a good omega.”

The loud wail that cuts Jungkook’s words makes Taehyung jolt lightly, realizing their pup has finally awakened. Jungkook lets out a soft chuckle, presses a lingering kiss to his jugular before sliding off of him and going towards the crib.

“Good morning,” Taehyung hears Jungkook murmur to the child in his arms, shushing him when he becomes fussy. He leans down to kiss his son’s chubby cheek, his skin flushed from how loud he was crying.

He hands him to Taehyung who immediately begins feeding him, pressing him to the nipple that Jungkook didn’t feed from. He smiles when Jungkook presses a kiss to his forehead before he moves towards their bathroom to wash up.

-

Jimin visits them roughly about a month after Taehyung gives birth. Of course he comes bearing gifts with the help of a grumpy alpha who stays lingering by the door when Jimin is allowed inside.

Everyone is not sure how the omega will react with the presence of an alpha, preferring to warn Taehyung that Yoongi is outside despite already catching his scent a while back.

The omega seems very happy to have his friends there, apologizing to Jimin for how he reacted previously. He quickly invites Yoongi in and makes sure to properly introduce his pup to them.

The alpha is much more calm this time around, nods briefly at Jungkook when he enters but sits quietly beside Jimin as the omegas speak.

“Oh it’s been wonderful. Jungkook has been so helpful and has taken such good care of me!”

Jimin smiles, expresses his relief and watches Jungkook eyeing Yoongi for any sort of rebuttal the alpha might be thinking of. But to their surprise, the alpha stays quiet.

Jimin hands him some baked goods along with some more contraceptive herbs that Taehyung eagerly grabs much to Jungkook’s amusement. He eventually lets Jimin handle the pup, smiling softly when Yoongi tries to act indifferent but his eyes considerably brighten.

Taehyung’s instincts have settled much better after meeting with his friends but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t panic when Namjoon arrives some weeks later for a visit.

He runs and hides the pup in their bedroom, pushing past Jungkook who frowns but opens the front door anyways. Namjoon isn’t a threat, Taehyung knows this deep down but he’s still a hunter.

He hears them chatting quietly and presses the pup tighter against his chest, knowing fully well that his fear is irrational. Namjoon’s scent is calm and collected, fresh like mint. He lays the pup down in the center of the nest but it does the opposite of keeping him quiet.

His wails are loud and incessant, not at all reduced when Taehyung hastily picks him back up. He feels like crying with his baby when he hears his mate stop talking, the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming closer make him shift uncomfortably.

There’s a soft knock on the door before Jungkook pokes his head inside and enters when he sees Taehyung helplessly standing by the bed. He cradles the distressed bundle in his arms, eyes nervously glancing at the door when Jungkook leaves it half open.

“Tae, what’s wrong?” He asks him, realizing that the omega looks afraid, ashamed of his own fears regarding the hunter in the other room clearly waiting on them.

“H-He won’t stop crying—”

Jungkook shushes him softly, offers his arms to take the pup which Taehyung gladly hands over. Like a magic trick, the pup miraculously stops crying when Jungkook rocks him.

“It’s okay, look he’s all better now. There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby. Come,” Jungkook wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist, pulling the trembling omega flush against his side. He rubs small circles into his exposed hip and gently leads the omega out of the bedroom.

Taehyung’s fingers clutch onto the side of Jungkook’s shirt tightly as they make their way to the living room where Namjoon immediately stands. Taehyung startles, stops walking until Jungkook murmurs encouragement.

“This is our son,” Jungkook introduces Namjoon to the child in his arms and watches the way his friend’s typical passive face becomes surprised.

“Oh— He has his eyes.” Namjoon sounds amused, eyes flickering from the pup to Taehyung. The omega’s lips curve up slightly, looking towards his mate with pride.

“And his nose!” Taehyung chirps, suddenly much more comfortable with Namjoon’s presence. Jungkook rolls his eyes at them but he can’t help the small grin that overtakes his lips.

“A little selfish on your part Jungkook,” Namjoon teases, making Taehyung eye him curious. The male was usually the silent, brooding type. He can’t help but laugh softly when Jungkook snorts.

“It’s okay, he can be selfish all he wants if it means our pups will look like him.” Taehyung blushes when Jungkook stares at him almost shocked, eyebrow raised before he’s smirking. Namjoon coughs awkwardly, eyes trained on the child who begins to fall asleep.

“So, how does this work? Humans don’t typically impregnate wolves so I’m wondering if he’ll still be able to fully shift?”

Taehyung nods at Namjoon’s questions, suddenly very excited to explain what he and Jimin had discussed when he first told him he was pregnant. Jungkook is informed about this but he just likes hearing how insanely proud Taehyung is about the whole thing.

“Yes, he should be able to shift. As a wolf, my genes are stronger than Jungkook’s even if his physical traits will be stronger to pass onto our children. As for his rank, once he begins to walk and talk, his actions will let us know what he will present as. His scent will also be a huge indicator but as of right now, he just smells like Jungkook and I— and milk.”

Namjoon listens intently, seeming to be very interested in this new piece of information. His brows are furrowed in concentration, nodding at Taehyung. He eyes Jungkook who is focused on making sure his son doesn’t awaken.

“That makes sense, I suppose. I assumed since you were an omega, your children would have to be one considering Jungkook is human.” Namjoon ponders, glancing over at Jungkook who glares at him as if being called a human was an insult.

“No, I mean not necessarily. Any wolf can have alpha, beta, or omega children, there is no biological explanation for what the pups end up presenting as.” Taehyung gently runs a hand through Jungkook’s hair when his scent grows bitter at Namjoon’s words.

“Well I’m sure Jungkook will have fun when he hits the biting phase.” Namjoon smirks, watching the way Jungkook frowns when Taehyung lets out a giggle and shakes his head.

“I’m still learning gentle parenting.” Jungkook murmurs, almost chuckling when Taehyung clicks his tongue and slaps his shoulder playfully. He knows Jungkook wasn’t brought up in a loving home so he can’t really blame the male for trying to break generational trauma.

“Well good luck with that, seriously.” Namjoon gives him a pat on the shoulder, knowing fully well how hunters teach their children to obey and serve. They do not know how to be parents to children, just popped out kids for the sake of passing on family traditions.

Namjoon is actually funnier than Taehyung expected of him, even if his humor is dry. From the few times he has visited, he doesn’t ever say much to Taehyung. He’s always been respectful of their home and of their life choices.

Taehyung stays in the living room with Jungkook and Namjoon until the hunter decides to take his leave. He is very understanding when Taehyung quite literally makes him tip-toe to the door, careful not to awaken the little wolf.

Jungkook hands him to Taehyung while he walks Namjoon out, his hands gentle when he passes him along. Taehyung sits on the couch and waits, tries his hardest not to eavesdrop but he is only human. Well— partially human.

“… can’t believe you finally have your own family. I’m proud of you.”

He can hear Namjoon smacking Jungkook, probably patting his back in a teasing manner. He can smell Jungkook’s scent and he’s happy, lets out a chuckle at that. His next words make Taehyung’s heart pang with hurt.

“Yeah— it’s still a little surreal sometimes. For a moment there I thought I would die alone.”

Namjoon laughs because he clearly understands that love and romance is taboo in their family circles. It’s not something that is flaunted nor encouraged. Taehyung frowns, looks down at his pup and feels his eyes sting with tears.

Jungkook seriously thought that? The thought that at some point in his life, he thought he would never find someone or start a family makes Taehyung incredibly sad.

He stops listening, feels a bit like an intruder and he doesn’t want Jungkook to feel bad for the things he overhears. He desperately wants to hug him, comfort him, and reassure him that he’s not alone.

When Jungkook finally comes in and shuts the door behind him, Taehyung gives him a kiss. It feels wrong not to, especially when Jungkook grins at him and hugs him.

“I love you,” He smiles, watching the way Jungkook’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas. He grips Taehyung’s chin firmly and leans in to kiss him harder.

He smells so good, feels so nice pressed against him and Taehyung can’t help the way he feels when Jungkook says those three words back to him in a heartbeat.

-

Taehyung’s next heat doesn’t happen until the pup is about six months old. By then Taehyung’s body has well adjusted to its new role as a caregiver. Thankfully the pup is old enough to where Taehyung doesn’t constantly have to hold him or nurse him as frequently.

It’s incredible how the body adjusts and adapts to the pup’s needs and Taehyung’s, of course. He feels much more at ease leaving the pup in the next room over for as long as it takes for Jungkook to fuck him until he comes. Of course he makes sure to check on the pup in between, too overprotective to leave his baby alone even when he’s asleep.

Jungkook is doing an amazing job at taking care of both of them, from helping him with his heat and running to the next room over to check on the pup. Taehyung’s heart grows every time Jungkook worries it’s been too long and asks Taehyung to use his hearing to make sure the pup is sleeping.

“You’re such a good daddy,” Taehyung moans, choking out a whimper when Jungkook thrusts into him roughly. His legs are spread apart as he lies on his back, his thighs held tightly in Jungkook’s grip. The sound of his slick fucked back into him by his cock is lewd, obscene.

His mate is currently too busy fucking into him, his mouth wrapped around his breast as he suckles from him. The omega presses his face down further, arches his back prettily for his mate to take.

He whines loudly as Jungkook speeds up his thrusts, lets go of his nipple only to bury his face into his neck and suck there. “Mine.”

Taehyung lets out a cry when Jungkook grabs his cock in his hands, squeezes and jerks him off. A sob stumbles from his lips when his mate grunts against his ear, the omega desperately clenching around him.

“Only yours.” He hiccups, wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders tightly in an attempt to ground himself.

“Yeah,” Jungkook lets out a breathless chuckle, his hips slamming into him with vigor, “Just mine.”

Taehyung tries to drown at the noise his body makes in response to Jungkook’s rough thrusts. He scares himself when he chokes on a cry, his entire body seizes as he comes into Jungkook’s hand.

The male lets go of his spent cock, wipes his hand on the sheets when Taehyung closes his eyes. Jungkook roughly kisses him, draws him out of his haze by the way he takes him.

“You want another pup?”

Taehyung’s eyes snap open, his pupils dilated and his irises a deep red. He lets out a sudden growl, snarling at Jungkook when he laughs. He continues fucking into him, his forehead dripping sweat as he teases him. Taehyung wants nothing more than to take Jungkook’s words to heart but it’s just his heat talking.

He stays still, stares quietly at Jungkook when he finally comes with a soft curse on his tongue. He feels his heat, the warmth of his cock still pulsating inside of him. It makes him dizzy, leaves him swallowing harshly as his mate fills him.

He pulls Jungkook’s upper half flush against his body, kissing him softly as he grips the nape of his neck. The omega sighs into his mouth when a rough palm runs up his thigh, caressing the skin. He slowly slips out of him, groaning against him when the cool air hits him.

His mind is finally silent, at least for a little bit. His skin is no longer feverishly hot, a telltale sign that his heat is almost over. The last of it will most likely twindle by the end of the day. He smiles softly at Jungkook when he gets off of him, murmuring something about going to check up on the pup.

The omega rolls over onto his side, wincing softly when his bones crack and his lower back hurts like hell. His entire lower half just honestly feels bruised and sore as he stretches before curling back into a ball.

Jungkook returns without prevail, hums under his breath yet he comes without a small child in his arms. It seems he’s still content in his crib, completely unbothered by what filthy things they were doing just a room over.

Taehyung stands on shaky legs, encouraged by the way Jungkook busies himself throwing on some real clothes. He’s aware of how naked he truly is when Jungkook grabs his wrist a little too harshly just as he goes to run a hand down his sculpted chest.

He avoids staring down between his legs but he knows he’s dripping both slick and semen out of his hole. Taehyung pouts when Jungkook shakes his head softly, “Don’t. You’re too sore to go again.”

“How would you know?” Taehyung scoffs in protest, managing to release his wrist from Jungkook’s grip. He squeaks when his mate reaches back and quite literally shoves two fingers into his incredibly abused hole and watches the omega moan in discomfort.

“I just do.” He smirks, removing his fingers and watching the omega practically slump forward onto his chest in fatigue. He’s tired, slurs his words but Jungkook knows exactly what he says despite how badly he mumbles his words as he carries him back to bed.

“My next heat—… Let’s have another pup.”