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Soulmates are a funny, inexplainable thing.

Jimin can’t really remember her days where she didn’t have one—or didn’t know who she was. Even when Minjeong was less than privy of her feelings for her, Jimin considered Minjeong to be her soulmate. Her heart and soul relentlessly called for her, called for her the way the moon calls for her when she’s in her hide. Though nine might be too young to know such a thing, Jimin understood the echoes of Minjeong’s name, how special she was to her. She yearned to be near her, feel her, be by her side. She craved for any moment to show Minjeong herself, to make her laugh, to make Minjeong see what she could mean to her—how she could devote herself to her, love her, show her what a soulmate feels like. Ten years may make her sound innocuous and pathetic and far too naive and devoted, but Jimin would have waited more for Minjeong.

She’d have waited her whole life.

She’d wait ten more, a hundred more. Jimin struggled to even muster the resignation to find someone new, to try to see a life outside of her, especially when Minjeong unintentionally admitted to liking her when Jimin was in her hide.

Minjeong found her at such a young age, at such a pivotal moment in her life. She craved acceptance, ached for praise, wanted to feel needed, to be depended on. She was just a small werepuppy at the time, too clumsy and gangly for her limbs, messy, fuzzy pineapple puppy fur that had yet to shed. For years, no one took her seriously, always joked that she’d be the little runt of the pack—too silly and soft-hearted to make a good pack leader. Though she was young, hadn’t even presented yet, her heart had shriveled. She didn’t need to fully understand the situation to know that she was practically seen as a beta in an alpha’s hide.

But then, there was Minjeong, completely oblivious to what Jimin was meant to be. She didn’t have any expectations for her. She was a mere puppy to her. And yet, when Minjeong would greet her with a beaming grin and fluffy cheeks and twinkling eyes, Jimin had felt so momentous—vital to her happiness, to her peace. Jimin grew to be an alpha that would cater herself to Minjeong. She had lived with the expectation of being everything Minjeong would need and somewhere along the way, came her pack’s respect and open-hearted acceptance. She grew into her strengths. Kind and soft but not easy or naive. Strong and firm, but not callous and cruel.

Her seriousness and maturity has been sharpened and refined, her natural wolf heritage and secondary gender aiding her throughout her alpha exams. She’s silly, still. Bravely soft-hearted and unashamedly emotionally sentimental, Jimin has grown into her strength and leadership.

She’s no stranger to responsibility. She lives and breathes it, knows what’s demanded out of her to be her pack’s leader. As the years passed, Jimin became more than acquainted with the role she needed to step into. As the only alpha offspring between her parents, she knew she’d have to prove herself to them, not just to her pack. For years, this was her distraction in her slow and undemanding pursuit for Minjeong’s attention and love.

Ten years is more than sufficient to learn how to be the alpha her pack needs her to be. Still, she’s stubborn to keep the things Minjeong likes about her. Minjeong likes her lightheartedness, her easy joy, the pillowy cushion of her sentimentality. It’s these things that Jimin guards with her life. She’s negotiated with her possessiveness, her natural instinct for domination and power. All of these things are tailored to Minjeong—to how she likes them.

Though Minjeong rarely puts it into words, she likes when she can turn off her brain, likes knowing that she can be pliant and malleable without being seen as weak or meek. She likes feeling like she belongs somewhere. And to Jimin, she belongs with her, to her heart just as Jimin’s is Minjeong’s. As generous as Jimin can be, she has no patience to consider anyone else having this part of Minjeong. Whatever Minjeong needed, Jimin would provide. She would not budge on this. She could fulfill her emotionally, mentally, physically. Everything Minjeong would need, Jimin would be the answer.

If Jimin’s being greedy, just the right measure of self-assured and confident, there’s no one else who can empower Minjeong like her—can bear to be the right partner for her, both validating and challenging, a constantly entertaining charm to their dynamics and the way power ebbs and flows between them.

That’s what being an alpha meant to her. Not stringent leadership or decisive domineering. Being Minjeong’s alpha meant mating with someone who was nurtured and conditioned in humanness. Minjeong juggles her new identities, learns how being an omega changes her—just how deeply she feels her, the boundlessness of her love. Because of this, Jimin rationalizes power in different definitions. She is a partner to her playfulness and brattiness and needy penchant for love, her faithful companion. Being Minjeong’s alpha meant giving into her, offering every part of her. Whatever Minjeong needed, Jimin would turn the world inside out to provide it.

(For so long, Jimin gazed upon Minjeong like a universe was between them. But now, like she swallowed the space between them just to be close to her, she carries her in heart—carries Minjeong in her heart. 

It’s a damn miracle. It only took Minjeong ten years to catch up!)

Jimin is never going back to the bleak grey of what she had before Minjeong came into her life. Minjeong brought liveliness with her, incandescent, a kaleidoscope of color and light—refracting, a prism of wonder. She’d be absolutely reckless and stupid to give up on her. She’d play whatever game it takes to keep Minjeong happy with her.

Even if that means Minjeong teasing the hell out of her.

Her laugh chimes in her head.

(Ever since Minjeong figured out wolf telepathy and put down a mortgage for permanent residence in her head, she’s been taking up all the space in her mind, detailing every little thing to her.

“Jimin unnie, this is so cool! You hear me?” Minjeong’s wolfish snarl is a cheeky smile, sharp canines and perked up butterscotch puppy ears.

“Loud and clear, Minjeongie!”

Minjeong, nuzzling under her chin and rumbling a happy purr, experiments with her newfound ability. Jimin blushes. Minjeong’s being awfully descriptive about what she wants to do to her when they get home. Her baby’s far more crass than people think, naughtier than she looks despite her cute, puppyish face and wide-eyed innocence.

“You’re filthy, baby,” Jimin thinks back, releasing a smokier pheromone when Minjeong snickers into her hide. “No one’d believe me if I said you’re a cockslut for me.”

Minjeong nips her jugular with a growl. “That’s private information, unnie! You don’t see me telling my friends about you!”

Jimin playfully bites one of Minjeong’s butterscotch ears, “You’re giving yourself too much credit. You just like keeping me to yourself.”

“And? Don’t you want to keep me to yourself?”

Her tail thumps against grass and dirt, lets Minjeong wrangle her to the floor with her paws and weight.

“You’re all mine!” Jimin laughs, pawing at Minjeong and nosing into her cheek.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.)

“Unnie! Stop playing with my tail! I can totally beat you up!” Jimin hears Minjeong challenge her in her head. Her cream hide is a distinct contrast to her midnight black, her paws swiping Jimin’s off of her tail.

“I doubt that,” Jimin gleefully denies.

“I beat Wonbinnie! That counts for something!”

“Baby, I’ve won against all of the young alphas in our pack. Aren’t you being a bit too overzealous?”

“Then, fight me!” Minjeong stands over her, paws on either side of her, lofty and determined. “I wanna try!”

Despite Minjeong’s request, Jimin would probably never use her fullest capability on her until Minjeong could seriously prove herself against her pack. She’s her mate, yes, but Jimin wouldn’t stop her from challenging her. She’d encourage Minjeong’s growth and nurture it, ease her into her new lupine lifestyle. Until Minjeong could hold her own, Jimin would be the last to force her power over her—would tailor herself to Minjeong’s progress and skillset.

Tousling with Minjeong is mostly fun for her. Her mate is far from refined with her fighting, but Jimin notices her approach with strategy, how she attempts to read her moves, her advancement in mastering her finesse and coordination. Much like coaching the younger werepuppies she’s helped in the past, Jimin is accustomed to the practice of constructively helping her sparring partner. She knows when to give in, when to remind Minjeong of her negligence towards Jimin’s own mastery in sparring.

She’s the favored alpha for a reason—Jimin has become spectacularly adept at holding her own against all of the wolves in her pack. Even more so now that she’s taking her exams more seriously. She has yet to beat her father in a series of matches, but she’s his protege. She’s starting to tally more wins in her column, but she won’t accept any less. She won’t be content with her progress until she’s rewarded the yield of her father’s respect and trust.

If she is to be the future alpha of her pack, she has to keep these firm expectations, fulfill her responsibilities to her packmates, her family, her mate.

If she is to be Minjeong’s soulmate, she’d approach her life with zeal and enthusiasm—be everything it takes to keep her prism of color of light and life and love.

-

This alpha stuff is serious business.

That doesn’t mean she takes life seriously.

Clearly.

Minjeong guffaws at her, pointing at her with amusement, “Hah! It looks good on you, Jimin unnie!”

Jimin’s toothy grin is equal parts amused and playful. Holding up the hem of her baggy shirt that says, “BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN”, Jimin twirls to show Minjeong the front and back of her silly gift. In tighty whities, in black, blocky letters with a red heart, “I <3 MY GF” is stamped across the front of it, “PUSSY DESTROYER” sprawled across the back of it like it’s an alternative to a zesty tramp stamp.

“Lemme see yours, baby,” Jimin laughs, hands under Minjeong’s baggy shirt that simply says, “TOWN”, wraps around Minjeong’s small waist, pressing a kiss on her cheeks.

Similarly to hers, Minjeong’s panties have the same front, the back of it saying, “#1 BABYGIRL”.

Tickled by the absurdity, Jimin traces the bold letters with a light touch. “I should get you a mug that says this. You should be so proud to be the best babygirl in the world.”

Minjeong’s blush is a rosy pink. “No, don’t~” She whines.

“Are you not the best babygirl?”

Minjeong flounders, playing with the waistband of Jimin’s underwear. “Yes- I mean- I’m not- You- Unnie!”

Sealing her flustered lips with a kiss, Jimin arches Minjeong’s back into her, “Should I remind you? I’ll be happy to, Minjeongie.”

Charmed by such a persuasive offer, Minjeong slips her hands underneath her briefs, palming her ass and sighing breathily, “Yeah, unnie, remind me.”

This, Jimin takes seriously.

She’ll always take Minjeong’s pleasure seriously.

Safe to say, it doesn’t take long until Minjeong proudly calls herself Jimin’s babygirl after her fifth orgasm, Jimin’s cock balls deep inside of her, milking her with her tight, velvety walls, keening and begging for another when Jimin circles her stiff clit with her fingers.

If Minjeong’s the best babygirl to walk the planet, Jimin would simply be the best pussy destroyer. Really, in all sincerity, she loves her girlfriend with the entirety of her being. She’ll never take that lightly.

Just like how she doesn’t lightly rail her into their bed, passionately making love to her like the smacking sound of their sweaty skin and sopping slick between their thighs is a measure of tender fondness.

Sex isn’t just sex with Minjeong. It’s so much more than that. It’s raw comfort and trust, indulgent selfishness to compliment devout selflessness. It pulls Jimin together, unravels her at the seams. It’s liberating and beautiful, sexy and something akin to feeling godly.

Sex with Minjeong is, probably, Jimin’s favorite hobby. So much she considers it a skill. 

Sometimes, she jokes and pretends to exaggerate, but she’s honest every time she says it: Jimin thinks she was created for Minjeong.

-

Loud, rowdy parties aren’t Jimin’s most favorite thing, but she won’t refuse an invitation. Seeing the way Minjeong dolls herself up is enough to get her anywhere.

She looks stunning tonight, as always.

Stunning and sexy and cute and beautiful and every other synonym for wonderfully perfect and-

Oh, Minjeong’s upset.

Jimin can feel it in the discomfort twisting her stomach into knots. She’s sure it’s not because of her. Minjeong let her scent her before coming here so that any interested wolf in the area knows she isn’t there alone. And Jimin’s arm is still wrapped around her waist—Minjeong wouldn’t allow that if she was upset at her. Observing her with a deeper look, Minjeong is frowning at a scene taking place across the room. Following her unhappy gaze, Jimin connects the dots to make a picture.

Kazuha, leaning against the stair banister, drinks from her soju bottle with a tired look of enthusiasm. In front of her, a tall and broad-shouldered boy attempts a sad excuse of a flirtatious remark, pushing his presence onto her and tucking her hair behind her ear.

She does not want to be there. It’s not hard to see. But maybe Minjeong senses it on a deeper level because she grouses to herself and shifts on her feet, subconsciously squeezes Jimin’s arm in her hands.

Despite Kazuha’s own alpha ranking, Minjeong’s concern wafts in the smoky pheromones she subconsciously pumps into the air. This protectiveness warms the hearth Minjeong built in her. There’s something so beautiful about seeing Minjeong’s care for her family, the way she’d extend herself to them and prioritize their peace and happiness.

(She really is the perfect omega for her.)

“I know she’s a big girl and can handle it,” Minjeong grits out. “But that boy is way too ugly to be talking to Kazuha.”

Jimin barks out a laugh. She certainly wasn’t expecting Minjeong to be so displeased because of that.

“Wanna scare him off, Minjeongie?”

“Yeah,” she grumbles, taking determined steps towards the other alpha before halting. Jimin watches as Minjeong formulates a plan in her head, knitted frown tightening. “She won’t be offended, will she? She’s…an alpha. It won’t make her feel bad that an omega is helping her?”

Jimin coos, pouting at her with an endeared tug in her voice. “Zuha was your dongsaeng before she was an alpha in your life. I understand why you want to help her, and I think she’ll understand too. Don’t be timid about wanting to help your packmate, baby!”

Reassured, Minjeong’s posture straightens, emboldened, when she struts towards Kazuha. With proud eyes, Jimin’s world can’t help fading to the back when Minjeong is reminding her that her world is nothing without her in it.

(She’s everything to her, that girl.)

Feigning a sweet and unimposing presence, Minjeong’s sugary voice is a beguiling thing. It makes Jimin laugh to herself. Minjeong only sounds like this when she wants something from her, hoping to use aegyo in her favor. “Can you help me with something, Zuha?”

Kazuha smiles brightly, happy to be around the familiar scent of Minjeong and her leader. “Sure, unnie!” Much less pleased when she looks back at the guy in front of her, she politely excuses herself.

Catching a grubby, meaty hand reaching out for the younger girl with her eyes, Minjeong’s fingers quickly wrap around Kazuha’s wrist before lacing their fingers together. Glaring at the guy and his unveiled displeasure to be warded off so blatantly, “I’d fix that look on your face,” Minjeong sneers, that sticky sweetness in her voice hardened into something sharper and cutting. “My left big toe is nicer to look at than you. You really think you have a shot with a girl like her? Be serious, dude. Turn around and walk away.”

(Despite Minjeong humiliating the poor guy with nothing but her left big toe, Jimin does her part of puffing her chest and standing taller behind Minjeong, like she’s a quiet threat to embarrass him further if he decides to make life harder for the girls in front of him.)

Jimin doesn’t take kindly to the offended, “Fuck off, you bitch,” he mutters, steely glare on Minjeong. “Entitled cunt,” he spits out.

If it weren’t for Minjeong’s nails digging into her hand, Jimin would have given him a piece of her mind. Maybe even fight the brainless idiot. But it seems her mate doesn’t have the patience for it either because she gets in his face, snarling at him with sharpened knives shining in her eyes. “Good luck getting your dick sucked because I’m telling every girl in here you’re packing broken twigs for wood. I promise you, you’re going home to jack off into your hand, little boy.”

Even Jimin shudders at the terse and frigid promise Minjeong growls. Her girl is scary when she’s angry. It’s even scarier because Minjeong keeps her promises. If she promises humiliation, she will dish it out with zero remorse. 

(It’s totally, totally hot. As long as it’s not directed to her, of course.

Unless she’s doing it in bed. Usually, that’s very good news for her; she likes when Minjeong pushes her around. It’s fun to ride the waves of her power trip, let her have her way, and then see how she crumbles and dissolves into whimpered moans when she’s ramming her cock into her—powerless under the weight of her hands, writhing and shuddering with shaky cries, blissed out and whining just for a little kiss.

Otherwise, she’d be shitting her pants and begging on her knees if Minjeong got this mad at her.)

She’d hate to get on her bad side.

Minjeong could be an awful enemy to have. Jimin much rather please her than see a lick of that distaste tightening the Minjeong’s soft features. It’s no mystery why Jimin falls over herself trying to satisfy her mate. Their playful dynamic is fun with their defiance and witty banter but Jimin would probably kill herself if she actually displeased Minjeong.

Okay, maybe she wouldn’t kill herself.

But she’d think it through long and hard. She’d do anything to make it right, to see Minjeong’s pleasure, the pride she has for her, stroking her ego just right, like how she strokes her dick with her slick walls and-

Jimin shakes her head.

This isn’t the time or place for horny wolf brain. A college party is no place to get freaky with her girl.

Not when Jimin has a gift waiting for Minjeong at home.

-

Waiting to get home was well worth the agonizing feat.

Face turned towards their mirror, Minjeong’s attention is on their bodies, how debauched they look. Sweaty and flushed, Jimin’s shaggy hair is messy and disheveled, traces of Minjeong’s hands buried in her tousled waves. Her skin is scattered with red, long, irritated marks from Minjeong’s claws that dug into her. Jimin takes these marks as little trophies to brag about, like she’s a fridge and Minjeong’s scratch marks are a highly graded exam to display.

“You- you look,” Minjeong pants, hiccuping a gasp when Jimin rolls a heavy thrust with her hips, “you look so good fucking me, baby.”

It’s not much of a discernible noise, but Jimin hums, “Yeah?”

(The next roll of her hips is heavy, grinding into her to rub against her hooded clit, yanking a gasp out of Minjeong’s lungs. She should thank her baby for complimenting her.)

“Mhmm. Your ass looks so good in those straps, fits you so good, unnie. Love how strong you look, your big dick fucking in and out of me,” she dazedly blabbers.

Jimin’s smirk is the proudest but littlest thing, somehow mischievous. She bought these for Minjeong, after all. Crotchless jockstraps are far from practical for everyday use, but they’re the perfect thing for her girl.

Her butt is not the first thing Minjeong’s complimented about her. She likes her arms and how they look in compression shirts so Jimin went and got a bulk pack. She likes her legs and how they look in short dresses and skirts so Jimin has more of those. She also likes her neck—the collar was a pretty fucking influential purchase. It might sound objectifying, but it isn’t to her. Minjeong’s just very good at telling her what she likes! And what’s the point of having a nice body for her girlfriend to look at if she won’t show it?

If Minjeong wanted her cake, she’d have it.

(And she takes. Handfuls of it when she can. Minjeong once said she likes giving her head just a teeny bit more when she can grope her ass.

Her unveiled pleasure and honesty made Jimin blush and wriggle with flustered giggles.

It only took a look.

Granted, Jimin’s eyes gleam with desire, smoke and pine and berries wafting in the air. 

Brown eyes follow her, enraptured, as Jimin stands up from the couch.

“Could I entice you with anything you want in return for a blowjob?”

Minjeong laughs, amused by her odds. “Anything I want. For a little blowie?”

“Nothin’ little about the thing your lips wrap around,” Jimin smirks. “Tell me your answer, Minjeong.”

“No please?”

“I’ll say please if you let me facefuck you.”

Her mate laughs again, scoffing. “You think you’re in a place to leverage?”

“No,” she drawls, cheeky. “I’m just a girl having a talk with her sweetheart.”

This time, Minjeong’s laugh is bubbly and bright. She buries her laugh in her palm. “How can you ask for permission to facefuck me and then be so sweet?”

“Because you please my heart the way you please my body. I want you in every way.”

A fire burns in Minjeong’s eyes, her flushed pink cheeks, smelling so mouthwateringly sweet, like caramel on her tongue. A kiss so titillating it pulls a sigh out of her; Minjeong’s tongue is slick and soft in her mouth. Much like the love that Jimin lives and breathes and bleeds, adrenaline surges through her body, turning her restless.

“You talk really pretty for someone with a dirty mouth,” Minjeong teases, stamping hot kisses down her neck, mouthing her nipples over her bra, licking over a pebbled peak with an insistent tongue.

Jimin shudders when Minjeong slinks down to her knees, kissing along her hardening length. “I wanna come down your throat. Can I? Please?”

A sparkling look, a coquettish smile. Hands tug down the waistband of her jockstrap, tucked under her heavy balls and semi-hard cock.

Choking on her spit when a tentative tongue lightly traces the underside of her length, Jimin groans lowly. “You look so sexy on your knees for me. I wanna feel you choke on it. Wanna facefuck you. Please?”

Looking too smug for a girl who can barely wrap her fingers around her girth, Minjeong kisses the base of her shaft, fingers digging into her skin when she palms her ass. “You think saying please is gonna get you everything you want, huh?”

Jimin doesn’t have any better answer, sloppily jerks her hips into empty air and whines. “Please? ‘s all I want.”

Minjeong is so incorrigibly wrong to think so little of her head game. Has Jimin not wrecked her throat enough for her to give herself more credit? Maybe more would inform Minjeong of her capabilities.)

Jimin had never considered buying lingerie before. It never felt right on her body—too masculine and bulky and big for something small and dainty like lace. But Minjeong influenced her to buy some for herself, worshiping her body to show just how beautiful she looked. Jimin still blushes when she thinks about something Minjeong said—that her ass “gobbled” up her panties and how hot it looked. That rendered her speechless. And Minjeong took more than just her words that night. She had overstimulated her beyond belief, left splotchy dark bruises along her sternum and breasts, palmed her dick over soaked panties that barely covered the aching length of her shaft, straining against the fabric so much that it lewdly bulged against it.

She’s become more confident in a way she never considered for herself. Intimacy with Minjeong has changed the way she sees her body—respects it, loves it, treats it. Her body is just right for Minjeong, pleases her so deeply she demands to show her just how much. She loves her broad shoulders, even if they stretch out some of the shirts Jimin steals. She randomly squeezes her biceps when she’s absentmindedly dozing off. Minjeong makes Jimin feel like the single, strongest person on the planet.

But Minjeong also calls her beautiful. She plays with her hair and tells her it looks cute when it’s wavy. She loves how skirts look on her, enthusiastic about the way they rest on her hips and the swell of her ass. Minjeong drinks her femininity with shameless admiration—encourages her to awkwardly fit into clothes that felt new to feel pretty in.

Minjeong says she’s handsome. She’ll tiptoe into her neck, and praise her, tease her with the faintest kiss and glossy lips.

Minjeong also calls her the sexiest woman she’s ever seen and Jimin will never forget the first time she told her, how she felt how much Minjeong meant it.

They were just starting to get intimate with each other and had just graduated to dry humping. Maybe she had sensed Jimin’s quiet pleading for more. Timidly, Minjeong offered to suck her off, finally courageous enough to summon the offer out of her insatiable desires.

Before Minjeong, Jimin never understood male enthusiasm for blowjobs. They felt, somewhat, degrading and demanding—like service or a chore to do. She felt a guilty sense of sympathy. But that was when pleasure was a thing she deprived herself of.

Now, with Minjeong’s skill and stubborn dedication to satisfy her, Jimin’s grown to see the appeal, and mutual satisfaction, of a pretty girl swallowing her cock down her throat.

She theorizes that the look on Minjeong’s face and the unveiled awe in her voice revolutionized her, thinks it’s one of the reasons why Jimin would give up the world just for Minjeong to choke on her cock.

(Jimin didn’t know it then, but Minjeong had been preparing herself for that moment. With an ease Jimin didn’t expect, Minjeong had her nose buried into her pelvis before Jimin could even catch up to the fact that her girlfriend had willingly offered to blow her off just because she wanted to.

She did not last long.

She hadn’t known just how fucking good it felt to have Minjeong’s lips wrapped around her, her slick tongue, the tightness of her throat.

Jimin had no idea how she survived it. It felt like her entire being was lit golden and glowed like she became the sun, euphoria so overwhelming her body tingled.

And Minjeong, with her milky cum on her lips, a stray drop on her cheeks, moaned with a breathy gasp, “I love watching you come; you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, unnie.”)

Though she isn’t in her lingerie now, she likes the jockstrap that digs into her skin, cupping her asscheeks. Best of all, it’s for Minjeong to enjoy. For the effort her mate makes for her, Jimin is eager to do the same. Minjeong buys and wears all sorts of pretty, sexy, little things for Jimin. She’s guilty of ruining some of them, but Jimin tries her best to replace them and apologize for her impatient brutishness. Minjeong takes kindly to sitting on her face, backshots, and mating presses. Jimin also finds these things titillating and delightful.

(It takes everything in her to not ruin every piece Minjeong owns, but she has restraint! She has discipline! She can ask for these things with her words—she’s not just a horny wolf!

But that’s what Minjeong dissolves her into. With a simple look, with a single sentence, with just the scent of her arousal and sweet pheromones. She could get Jimin to do anything. Exploring new parts of her desire and femininity is an adventure with Minjeong, a fiery enthusiasm to uncover all of the things that make her come—the things that please her omega.)

There’s no question about it. Much like how Jimin has no reservation to crown Minjeong her claimed soulmate.

Being Minjeong’s is the singularly most thrilling thing Jimin knows.

-

Jimin’s mother always told her to think twice before she speaks.

She is not thinking twice when she says, “Minjeong, I had a dream about you last night.”

Minjeong, distracted with studying the wolf history book Jimin jokingly gave her to read, hums absentmindedly, clearly not listening attentively. Jimin shrugs. She often dreams of Minjeong. She always tells her the one she remembers. She probably thinks this is one of her run of the mill ones.

It…isn’t.

And she remembers this one.

“I dreamt you were fucking me.”

Brown eyes peek over her book, suddenly interested with a skeptical brow arched at her. “I fuck you practically every week. Are you saying I’m depriving you or something?”

“No!” She argues; she’s very much satisfied with Minjeong and their bedroom escapades. The blush on her cheeks reddens. “I dreamt,” she sighs, she should have thought twice before opening her damn mouth. “I dreamt you…you know,” she mutters and stammers, “you had- I was- you were-”

“Out with it, Yu Jimin. Just say it.”

Jimin eyes her closed book on their bed, struggles to even look in her direction until she decides to own her dirty, grotty wet dream. Minjeong’s never sneered at her for her desire—they match each other’s freak!

“I dreamt we switched anatomies and you were fucking me with your gigantic monster cock.”

Minjeong’s jaw slacks. “Oh.” She swallows thickly. “Cool. Was- was it…nice?”

Jimin smirks, cocky, “I’d say about as good as mine makes you feel. I woke up with a wet spot in my pants.”

(Maybe she should feel embarrassed, even humiliated, about having a wet dream at her big, alpha werewolf age while having the girl of her dreams as her sexual partner. But, she doesn’t. She finds no shame in admitting when Minjeong’s pleasing her. Even if that’s in a silly dream.)

Looking befuddled but flattered, Minjeong proposes, “I don’t have a penis like that but I can wear a strap if you’d like?”

Ever the problem-solver her girl is.

“Mmm,” she hums, “I don’t know how I feel about getting pegged right now but I think you’d look hot. You looked so good in my dream I think I just turned myself on imagining it.”

Minjeong, with magnets in her eyes, lowers them to her crotch, her semi-hardening cock. “You’re already…”

Brilliant smile, shameless when she starts to slowly stroke the length of her shaft in her sweatpants, “You mind helping me out, honey?”

Minjeong rolls her eyes, coy and impish smirk. “Why don’t you get Dream Minjeong to help you?”

(It’s not a secret that Minjeong likes her power. Jimin has no issue with empowering her; she’s all about making her girl feel good about herself! The collars and leash and immensely entertaining bratty behavior has long since clued Jimin in on how to please her—how to be the right alpha for her omega. It’s far from what’s in that wolf history book, but Jimin is no stranger to begging or asking for what she wants.)

Despite her veiled threat to leave her hanging, Minjeong’s fingers play with her hair, twirling it around a long finger. Her scattered kisses on her jawline and cheek make Jimin sigh, make her melt into her touch. Pulling her mate into a kiss, hot and heavy, she pants, “My dream is you. Help me, please?”

And because Jimin asked nicely, and prettily if she dares say, Minjeong, with her lips pressed to her neck and scenting her, lilts, “Get me your collar and I’ll help you, unnie.”

It’s so hot when Minjeong gets on her power trips and patronizes her—it’s so hot to see how much she trusts her, loves her, wants her so much all she can do is act out. Maybe it makes Jimin a bad tamer, but she’ll always give in to her. Or maybe it just makes her pathetic. Either way, she’s going to wear that collar. She wears the hell out of it. It’s hers. Just as she’s Minjeong’s and Minjeong is hers. Even if it’s at the cost of looking like a loser alpha, Jimin doesn’t mind following her like a dumb dog.

Minjeong will always fuck her out.

Minjeong will always satisfy her.

She’s her dream girl, her omega, her soulmate.

And most importantly right now, with soft leather wrapped around her neck, her pussy is hers.

Romantic, isn’t it?

-

It was supposed to be date night.

Supposed to be.

Until Jimin’s sister called in a rush and required babysitting for her pups.

jimin: minjeong :(

Her phone pings with an instant reply.

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: what’s wrong?

Preferring to call her, Jimin taps the icon to dial her number. The first ring cuts off.

“Hello?”

“Jimin unnie, are you okay?”

Despite the disappointing timing and its drag on her mood, the sound of Minjeong’s voice comforts her.

“I’m…okay,” Jimin slowly answers.

“You don’t sound like it.”

Trying to mask her downtrodden whine, Jimin pouts, “I can’t make our date tonight. I’m sorry, Minjeong.”

“That’s okay, baby,” Minjeong coos over the phone; Jimin wishes she were right next to her instead. “I’m sure something had to have come up. What was it?”

“My sister’s husband had an accident at work so she had to rush over to help him. She didn’t want to bother our parents so she asked me to watch over her pups for the night.”

Jimin grimaces.

“I should feel bad for her husband. And I do! But, I miss you,” Jimin sheepishly mumbles. “I wanted to go out with you tonight. I was excited to get pretty for you and take you somewhere with good food so I can see how happy you get when you eat. I wanted to walk around with you and listen to you talk. And now…” she sighs deeply, “now I have to be a good sister.”

The soft smile Minjeong gives her glimmers with a gentle glow of devotion—Jimin can tell just by the sound of her voice. “Then, I can be a good girlfriend. If your sister’s cool with it, and you are too, I think it’d be fun to help you babysit! We can do date night sometime next week. But we can still spend time together! It’s not what we planned but I’d be happy just to be with you.”

How could Jimin resist such a polite and endearing proposal?

(It’s funny how Minjeong is so good at love.

As her mated wolf, she’s adapting to her pack and growing closer with the people she loves. Minjeong balances her out, keeps her alpha in check.

As her girlfriend, she cares about their relationship and nurturing it. She’s willing to try and find ways to make her happy, to contribute and show enthusiasm towards their growth.

Jimin loves her in every sense of the word.)

Being sentimental at heart means Jimin feels deeply. And when she feels deeply, she craves to share it rather than suppress it. It shows in the veneering kiss she gives Minjeong when she opens her door to her, suckling on her bottom lip.

Minjeong’s perfect for her. That’ll never be up for debate.

-

To no surprise, Jimin’s sister welcomes Minjeong into her home with open arms. Granted, Minjeong also came with her sister’s favorite bottle of red wine to butter her up. Unnecessarily, in Jimin’s opinion. But Minjeong likes to cover her bases.

Often, Minjeong invents new ways Jimin can love her.

Tonight, a wave swells with a new intensity of love. They say that to be loved is to be changed, and tonight changes her.

(It inspires her. It’s like she got fucking radicalized!)

This is the first time Jimin sees Minjeong as the mother of her children—her pups. Though she rarely thought about it, she always loved the idea of Minjeong and her having a family of their own. She always felt her heart flutter at the simple thought of it. 

But tonight, it’s like Jimin can see her future right in front of her eyes. Her heart balloons, swollen with adoration, and this vision becomes her biggest dream.

Minjeong effortlessly charms her way into her niece and nephews’ hearts. There’s something about her that makes them a little more compliant, a little more eager to make her laugh than to be fussy puppies.

(Jimin admits that it’s true; she knows exactly what it’s like.

She was in that position before. Hell, she’s still in it—nearly sixteen years strong.

She’ll always be in it so long as it’s Minjeong she’s in love with.)

It’s a full house tonight. Their ten year old is home, done with his seasonal sport and free from practice. Normally, that boy is never to be found when Jimin visits. He pops out for hello, dinner, and goodbye.

But when Minjeong is here?

That is not the case. He brings his Switch out to play games but Jimin knows it’s just to distract him from the fact that a pretty girl is talking back to him with genuine interest. He stays until he has to get ready for bed and even then, he tries to bargain for more time just to watch TV with Minjeong on the couch.

(Jimin rolls her eyes. He’s so smitten. Even when he knows Minjeong’s her mate. But, she understands the gravity. He can’t help but to like her presence.

Jimin knows all about that.)

Her sister’s babies are…they’re babies for sure.

One is a year and a half older and Jimin thinks they’re lucky only one of them can walk without risk of falling down. The two year old can be a speedy puppy, but agreeable if given his favorite treats. He responds well to Jimin’s pheromones, calming down when she pumps it into the air. He’s a bit of a brat but Jimin knows how that shtick works. She’s eighty percent sure he likes her enough to maybe blow her a kiss goodbye.

The baby, on the other hand, is freshly out of the oven—six months old. All she really does is be cute, eat, sleep, and shit but Jimin isn’t expecting much out of a newborn. She’s still growing into her features but she’s already a cutie with her fluffy cheeks and big, brown eyes.

She loves Minjeong. She hasn’t stopped looking at her since Jimin’s sister came out with her on her hip. This little one is brutally transparent with who she likes. When she despises being held by someone, her face screws up into a glare, crying until she’s handed back to her mother. But when she likes someone? Wonder blooms in her eyes. She looks and looks and looks.

(Is this a common Yu trait? She’s seen her sister look at her husband like that. And she certainly shoots heart eyes for Minjeong.

Maybe it is a common trait.)

She doesn’t fuss in Minjeong’s arms. She coos and babbles adorably, reacting to her girlfriend’s babyish voice playing with her, giggling when she humors her with a silly noise and face. Jimin doesn’t know what’s cuter. Her niece? Minjeong? The both of them?

All of the above. 

Right now, the baby is in her crib, enchanted by her star light while Jimin fastens a baby carrier around her girlfriend.

“You’re just barely big enough for this, Minjeongie.”

Her girlfriend blushes, rosy. “Ever since you turned me, I’ve been bulking up? I think my body’s…changing.”

“Do you like it?”

Minjeong shrugs. “It was weird at first, but I got used to it. And I don’t mind it. The definition is kinda nice, I guess.”

“If it counts for anything, you fit every concept you try. That hasn’t changed even if your body has.”

A sweet smile is kissed into her lips, “It totally counts, Jimin unnie. I know it doesn’t matter all that much to you, but I care about what you think about me.” She kisses her again, chaste, “Thank you for telling me, baby.”

Jimin thinks about the way Minjeong already changed her body for her. Would it be too greedy of her to ask Minjeong to change her body for her again? To carry her children and bear the responsibility upon her shoulders?

It would. Jimin knows it’s greedy. But she can’t run away from this. They’ll have to talk about this at some point—more than they already briefly discussed.

(“Briefly discussed” meaning Minjeong knows she wants children. And by the trajectory they’re going, she’s the only candidate of Jimin’s choosing.

Jimin’s really hoping Minjeong’s continuous commitment to her bears that in mind.)

The good thing about this sudden awakening is just how adorable Minjeong is with her niece and nephews. And how much they seem to love her.

She can't help but to feel smug. She really did choose someone so impeccably charming and lovable. It’s refreshing to see it isn’t just her who understands the power of Kim Minjeong in their lives.

“Imo, can I ask you a question?”

This is to Minjeong. Dawoon never sounds that sweet with her. 

“Sure! What is it?”

“There’s a girl I like.”

Jimin squints at him, trying to puzzle him together.

“I want to tell her, but I don’t know how.”

“Just tell her,” Jimin interjects.

“Imo,” Dawoon sighs tiredly, his werepuppy ears drooping to lay flat on his head. (See!) “Didn’t you, like, love Minjeong imo for as long as I’ve been alive?”

Minjeong’s laugh shatters through tension, high-pitched and tickled out of her throat.

Plaintively, as stone-faced and serious as she can be, Jimin responds, “When you meet your soulmate, you’ll know why I waited so long. When you’re sure of them, you’ll know what it’s like to be pushed to do your best for the other person.” She smiles, laughing off her seriousness. “You just better hope your mate makes you see all the things you’re willing to do for them.”

Dawoon blankly blinks at her. “Imo,” he gasps. “You’re smarter than I thought! I get what Minjeong imo’s been saying about you now. But,” he winces, “how do I tell my friend I like her? What if she thinks I’m just joking around?”

Jimin sighs. Did she feel this deeply for Minjeong when she was nine? She had barely known her at that age but Jimin could swear she already loved her. 

Maybe he is asking the right person. Jimin was never taken seriously and was dealing with big feelings at such a small age!

“Do you feel safe telling her your feelings?”

Dawoon pauses, thinking to himself.

“At some point, you’ll have to tell her more than just your feelings if you’re serious about her. You need to feel secure with her. And she needs the same from you.” Jimin sighs, thinking about the time she revealed her werewolf heritage to Minjeong. While she had put her faith in Minjeong’s love and benevolence, she had been so terrified. She was either going to have a girlfriend or lose her childhood best friend, love of her life, and soulmate in one night. The stakes were so high because of the love Jimin pinned on her. Her whole heart.

Jimin loves her with her whole heart.

(Every day, she’s grateful Minjeong accepted her with an open heart, a willingness to learn, to become a part of her. Jimin doesn’t take her decision lightly, nor her responsibility.

As her alpha’s responsibility, she can never forget about Minjeong’s devotion to her—her love. Even when they can’t see eye to eye, especially when they fight. They fight out of love, out of concern for one another. It’s not spiteful, it’s not selfish. She never thought she’d glamorize fighting with her mate, but there’s something beautiful about fighting to understand one another. To endure the discomfort and anger, to see through the haze of pride and self.

They fight beautifully.)

“I know it’s scary liking someone for the first time. You can like other people. Try not to take it too seriously. Or you’ll end up like me.” Jimin whispers loudly, “No backbone.”

Minjeong scoffs at that, rolling her eyes.

“But Minjeong imo really loves you,” Dawoon murmurs. “I want to be loved like that. I want to find my soulmate, too!”

Jimin looks between Minjeong and Dawoon, feels it in her cheeks.

They’re all blushing!

Her nephew is blushing, surprised to have blabbered so nervously and openly about his innermost personal thoughts.

Minjeong’s blushing, probably for being ratted out so boldly despite how apparent his observation is. It’s probably doubly embarrassing for her that even a boy as young as nine can recognize the depth to her affection.

Jimin blushes just because she likes knowing she’s loved. She revels in it like a puppy getting praise. It’s awfully fulfilling for her to hear.

This is her pride. This is her pride! She loves being the center of Minjeong’s heart!

“You will find them one day,” Jimin assures. “You could have met them already, and maybe, your heart doesn’t see what your soul does just yet. Time works differently for everyone. But I’m sure you will find someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved.” She brightens with a boxy grin, adding levity to their conversation, “You’re a Yu! We are built for love,” Jimin nudges his shoulder, laughing goofily, “we got that dog in us!”

Dawoon rolls his eyes, laughing incredulously. “Imo, seriously. Do you make your girlfriend endure your bad jokes?”

“She likes my jokes!”

Minjeong, that liar, defends herself profusely. Acting like she didn’t make her laugh so hard she almost peed her pants. What happened to shame?!

“You’re lying! What do you have to say for yourself, Minjeong?” Jimin accuses playfully, glaring at her and after checking on the two year old, still glued to his iPad playing Bluey.

“When you love someone like this,” her girlfriend starts, lovingly gazing at Jimin as she lifts baby Eunji into her carrier, “you’ll never have a boring day. There are good days. Many, many, many more than bad days. But they exist. There are times when I don’t want to hear her breathe in my direction. But, even if I deny it,” Minjeong blushes deeply, “I don’t sleep as well if I’m not with her. Even when I’m mad at her and don’t want to sleep in the same bed as her, I know I’d feel safer with her than without her.”

Minjeong affectionately combs through his hair, petting behind his dark chocolate werepuppy ears. “When you meet your soulmate, when you know what they mean to you, your gut will tell you what you need to know. And even better, you have us! You can always talk to us and we’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

Jimin never really suffers from puppy fever, but she’s sick with it now. With Minjeong carrying Eunji and comforting Dawoon, that serene image is seeded into Jimin’s mind—her heart, her soul.

This is her future.

Something in Jimin locks, she thinks it’s her own maternal instinct. Something that tells her it’s Minjeong as the mother of her pups or no one else.

This only worsens when Seojun toddles over, wrapping himself around Minjeong’s leg to offer a wrapped candy to her.

“Did you need help, baby?”

Seojun, with his perked up werepuppy ears, smiles goofily with his missing front tooth. His little baby teeth are growing; he’s been teething and chewing on Jimin’s finger—her hair and the soft toys she offers in substitution. 

“I’ll open this for you,” Minjeong proposes, so familiar with talking with people who can’t always answer back. Ripping open the package, Minjeong frowns when Seojun rejects it back.

“Min imo,” he boyishly warbles, smiling at her.

“For me?” Minjeong bubbly asks with an endeared grin.

The little boy blushes, burying his cheek into her leg.

Maybe it’s a Yu trait to just absolutely fall in love with Kim Minjeong.

She’s gotten all of them wrapped around her fingers!

-

Studying isn’t Jimin’s most favorite thing in the world. It’s currently taking Minjeong away from her. 

It takes a lot of work out of her to not distract her from her textbook. She could do it. Jimin knows she could. Very easily.

But Minjeong cares about her academics. So, she tries to respect her lover’s focus.

Though, it’s so tempting. It probably doesn’t help that all she’s doing is staring at her and laying in her bed—nearly intoxicated by her scent. But she owes it to her. It’s only appropriate.

During Jimin’s last stretch of exams, Minjeong was an angel.

She’s in a terrible mood.

Everything is pissing her off. She has an equal need for sunlight and sticking her nose in her textbooks and she really can’t afford to fail so there has been no sunlight for her.

She has to be serious about studying so she’s turned off her phone and put it somewhere else.

Minjeong’s texting her. Jimin’s sure of it. Her girl is a bit of a chatterbox. It’s a delight! And an incredible distraction. A distraction that would bring light to her miserable, miserable life.

God, she is irritable!

She’s missing her. She hasn’t seen Minjeong for longer than an hour in days and it’s wearing on her.

She’s a needy person, Jimin knows this. She can survive without Minjeong for a few days but it becomes difficult when she can never hold Minjeong for as long as she wants. Jimin thinks it’s half her being obsessed with her girlfriend and half her wolf missing her mate—she’s never ever running away from the need to keep Minjeong close to her.

It wouldn’t kill her if she looked at her phone; she’s been good about studying! It’s been hours of uninterrupted focus. If she discounts the minutes that she allocates for her Missing Minjeong woes.

Turning it on, messages from Minjeong welcome her. Mostly memes, the only other text is a selfie of Minjeong, fluffy cheek in her palm, a cute pout on her lips.

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: call me when you’re done studying. i miss you 😞

She knows she shouldn’t call her, but Jimin’s missed her too much! She just wants to hear her voice!

That’s what she tells herself when she dials her number.

“Jiminie!” Minjeong’s sheets rustle, the drawl in her voice cute and whiny, “Are you done yet? How long have you been studying? You’ve ignored me for too long, unnie.”

“I’m not done yet,” she softly wails, smile playing on her lips.

“Wha- Aww! Jimin unnie! You led me on!”

“I couldn’t help it! I wanted to hear your voice!”

Minjeong groans and moans, complaining some more. “Would you be mad if I came over? I won’t distract you! I just…you know…” Minjeong mutters, “I wanna be with you…”

Jimin laughs, “Your mere presence is a distraction to me but I might throw myself out of my window if I keep studying alone. Please save me, baby,” she dramatically cries.

Unwilling to hang up, Jimin keeps Minjeong on the phone to chit-chat, heart thrumming in her chest when she hears Minjeong’s car rumble to life. When Minjeong comes over, she greets her with a kiss that’s shorter than Jimin wants, makes her want more instead of satiating the clinginess clamoring on and on about wanting more of her girlfriend.

Instead, Minjeong pats her head like she’s a good puppy and unpacks a book out of her bag.

Some part of Jimin deflates.

Is Minjeong really not going to bother her? Is she really going to exercise her discipline when she is perfectly right there for her to annoy?

She pouts to herself. Her textbook is a boring canvas to blankly stare at—she’d much rather stare at her girlfriend now that she’s here. As if sensing her restlessness, Minjeong looks up from her book, smirks when she catches Jimin’s hurried attempt to look away. “Yu Jimin, are you focusing on your work?”

Jimin has the passing thought that Minjeong would make a hot teacher. She’d probably do terribly in her class—her words would go in one ear and out the other. Or, she’d be a teacher’s pet, pass her tests with flying colors, oh, “does Miss Kim need help with cleaning her classroom? Does Miss Kim like an apple on her desk? Or perhaps a pretty girl on her knees for her?”.

She shakes her head. The mental roleplay is actually turning her on.

“I think I’d rather focus on you,” Jimin flirts, closing her book.

“No~” Minjeong cutely refuses. “You told me that I can’t let you persuade me to let you off. Go study, unnie!”

“I don’t wanna! I want attention!”

Is it undignified to be talking to her girlfriend like a big baby?

Maybe.

But she’s always been Minjeong’s big baby so what about it?

Minjeong hums, “Come here, you big baby,” and pats the empty space next to her. She doesn’t need to say more for Jimin to pick her ass up and plant it where Minjeong wants her.

“Yes, mommy.”

“What?”

“What?” Jimin smiles, a little toothy and awkward.

Minjeong frowns, skeptical glare.”What’d you say?”

“Yes, Minjeongie,” Jimin answers, feigning innocence.

“Hmm.”

A goofy smile awkwardly sits on her lips when she echoes back, “Hmm.”

Minjeong’s glare slowly softens into that of a crescent moon when she puddles into laughter, letting her off her leash. Sitting up now, Minjeong cradles her cheek in her hand, pulls her into a sweet kiss—longer than the last one she gave.

Jimin sighs; this is heavenly.

And everything is going her way because Minjeong urges her onto her back, nipping her plush bottom lip to slip her tongue inside her mouth. Burying her hands in blonde hair, a moan slips past her lips, on Minjeong’s tongue, echoed back with a soft and wanting sigh.

“I like it when you wear these,” Minjeong mutters with her hands splayed out atop her abs, greedily eyeing the way her black compression shirt snugly fits over her ample chest and defined arms and broad shoulders.

“I’ll wear ‘em more if you like?” She says between kisses, tilting her head when open-mouthed kisses trail down her neck.

“You’d do anything for me if I liked it. True or false?”

She can answer this! Jimin smirks, proud when she quickly replies. “True.”

Expecting Minjeong to straddle her hips now that she’s successfully persuaded sex over studying, Jimin groans woefully when her chest is neither occupied with Minjeong’s hands or mouth. Instead, her notes, opened up to her last section, gingerly rest on her.

“Ugh, you’re kidding me, baby,” Jimin complains, running her hand through her hair with frustration.

Minjeong grins back, innocent and breezy. “I can give you attention and help you study, Jimin unnie!”

“How about we forget the second half and you just give me your attention?” Jimin proposes instead, mirroring her shit-eating grin.

“How about you answer my questions correctly and I’ll reward you?”

Oh.

Now.

She can work with that. She studied so hard she has this in the bag!

“Deal! No silly, little rewards! I want a kiss every time,” Jimin says, pointing at her very kissable lips (if she does say so herself!).

For the next thirty minutes, between multiple choice questions and more true or false options, Minjeong covers old and new material in her notes splendidly. Studying is getting done simply because Jimin would rather reap the treat of Minjeong’s offer than miss out on a kiss for a wrong answer.

“Minjeong.”

Brown eyes attentively scan her notes to ensure completion. “Hmm?”

“Can we stop studying now? I’m confident I know this stuff.”

(When Minjeong closes her notebook, Jimin almost cheers, “Yippie!”

Fucking finally.

It’s time for the real reward.)

Smug smirk, Minjeong lilts, “How confident are you in making me come before we have to go to dinner?”

Jimin wakes her phone to check the time. They have less than twenty before her sister starts calling incessantly for their attendance. 

“Very,” she retorts. Sneaky fingers slither up her strong thighs, caressing her skin, running over the hem of her cotton panties. “I’ll prove it.” She takes Minjeong’s hand in hers, kisses her knuckles, “What’s my reward when I succeed?”

When Minjeong answers her with a heady kiss, pulling away just to hold Jimin’s wrist in her hand and press those tempting lips on her fingers. Wet, hot, heat swallows the tips of them. A playful tongue lathers them up, relaxing her tongue underneath them when she takes her fingers deeper into her mouth.

Her dick throbs in her pants. Jimin can just fucking imagine the feeling of her throat swallowing around her. God. She’d study for a billion years and yield the results if Minjeong had blowjobs promised.

She’s a gift from the universe—Jimin’s so sure of it. It’s not just her love life or pack ranking that Minjeong is helping. Her academics, too!

Jimin has briefly entertained the thought of getting under Minjeong’s desk to give her head.

She’d quite like it—her girlfriend would, too. But, she was adamant when she said no fooling around. Jimin simply has to ignore the tempting reminder of what Minjeong smells like, what she tastes like. 

She can always reward Minjeong after!

The moon gave her everything she needed to satisfy her girl.

All but patience it seems. The clock drags its hands like they’re feet; it feels like forever.

Minjeong better ace her fucking exams if they’re cockblocking her like this.

“I can feel you staring at me, unnie.”

Her girlfriend doesn’t even turn around to look at her.

(She’s cold when she needs to be, Jimin reasons.)

“Is it illegal for me to look at my beautiful girlfriend?”

Minjeong throws a jacket she has hung on her chair at her face. “No flirting! I have to focus!”

“I wasn’t flirting!”

“Uh huh, tell that to your beautiful girlfriend,” Minjeong parrots back.

“What?! Now I can’t call you beautiful? Should I call you ugly instead?”

Minjeong’s glare is scathing. That’s a no that doesn’t need to be said.

“I was joking! You’re never ugly to me, baby,” she smiles innocently. “I like looking at you because it’s the only thing stopping me from causing real problems for you. So, unless you want me to eat you out under your desk, you will let me look.”

The red blush on Minjeong’s cheek is worth how crass she has to be about her honesty. She turns away with no answer or clarification, wordless.

Jimin freezes, talks to the back of Minjeong’s head. “You didn’t say I could look.”

“No, I didn’t,” Minjeong lowly replies back, facing her laptop. 

Jimin all but crawls under her desk. May her Goddess forgive her, but Jimin worships every drop her mate lets her have. Minjeong tastes delicious. So much that she wants her arousal all over her. It’s coming—Jimin knows it. She always wants Minjeong, but when she wants her so much she can’t think and she’s pushed to delirium just by the tangy smell of her slick, she knows what to expect.

Her rut is coming.

-

Tonight, Jimin’s forced into doing something Minjeong hates.

Which, in turn, she hates as well.

It’s not volleyball—Jimin loves the sport, just a tiny bit more than Minjeong who loves watching her play.

“Ugh,” Minjeong grimaces with a screwed up frown, “you don't smell like you.”

“It’s only temporary.” Jimin attempts comfort with a sweet, short kiss. “These scent blockers should only last until the end of the night. I’ll be right back to smelling like myself.” She adjusts her jacket, smiling at how much smaller Minjeong looks in it. “You have my jacket that smells like me—and you. Plus, you love my uniform!”

A sleazy smile grows on Minjeong’s lips. “Fuck yeah, I love your uniform. I love how it fits on you.”

A bashful laugh bubbles out of her, a rosy flush on her cheeks. A little something called “pride” balloons in her chest, swollen and full. “You totally watch my games just for the spandex and tight shirts, huh?”

“No!”

Jimin quirks a brow. She’s heard enough stories of Minjeong openly gawking at her on the sidelines, Aeri and Yizhuo teasing her about thirsting over a “sunbae who tutored her”. (Apparently, it was an “annoyingly long” time period of Minjeong thirsting over her ass and arms. If Jimin knew she was looking, she’d have enabled her more. Maybe wipe her sweat with the bottom of her shirt, maybe order a size a bit smaller just so it shaped around her arms more nicely.) 

“Okay, maybe at first!” Minjeong acquiesces sheepishly. “But I find genuine interest now! It’s just a bonus that I get to watch you play in your sexy uniform!”

Letting her off with a drawled out, “Okay~”, Jimin makes a mental note to walk around their houses in her briefs. (Even though boxers are comfier, Minjeong likes her ass. The choice is so simple. She will be looking into more briefs that sit nicely on her hips. Perhaps ones that ride low. Minjeong loves low-rise bottoms on her.)

“It’ll be a show tonight,” Jimin says. “There’s a stinker on the other team that I…” she pauses, thinking of a nice way to put it.

“You hate her!” Minjeong supplies with a cheeky grin.

“I don’t hate her…”

“But you wanna spike a ball at her!” Gleefully, Minjeong giggles. “You wanna put a hole in her face! I can see it in your eyes!”

Unable to stop her laughter, Jimin leans into her girlfriend, nuzzling into her temple.

“Hah, you wanna destroy her!” Minjeong cheers.

“I don’t have a vendetta!”

“But you do, don’t you,” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

Rolling her eyes, Jimin pinches her fluffy cheeks, kissing them when Minjeong playfully grouses about leaving her cheeks alone. 

“She annoys the fuck out of me. Any damage that comes her way is just part of the game,” she explains with a mischievous smirk.

“Unnie,” Minjeong says with an innocent smile but mirthful eyes, “you’ll win.”

“I like your confidence in us, baby.”

“Mmm, I just like how you get when you’re competitive. You're usually so sweet and soft and sentimental, but when I see you play against rivals, you look kinda mean.” Minjeong’s innocent smile turns shy. “It’s hot. And you’re really hot right now, Jiminie.”

“You like me mean?” Jimin laughs incredulously.

“Not to me. Unless I want it. But I’ll be upset if you’re mean to me,” her girlfriend glares with an angry puppyish frown.

For extra measure, Jimin rains little kisses on Minjeong’s face, her neck, her shoulders. “Good thing you’re my favorite person. I don’t know how to be mean to you!”

Milking the last few minutes she can get before she has to go and regroup with her team, Jimin successfully negotiates at least ten kills for whatever she wants in bed. Though she knows Minjeong would ultimately fulfill her desires without a need for negotiating or bargaining, it’s fun to make a game out of it.

(Minjeong’s good at that—making a game out of anything. She and her are words on the same page. From bookend to bookend, she and Minjeong are always two parts of each other that make a story.)

-

If Jimin didn’t hate the girl on the other team before, she’d hate her now.

She has perfectly qualifiable reasons why she hates this girl. Even if Jimin knows she isn’t like most typical alphas who are overtly domineering and stoic, she understands the roles alphas have to take. She’s lucky to have a family and pack that has realized her potential despite the humanness she’s adopted to become a part of Minjeong’s world. Not every alpha has that.

Whether or not this other alpha has that, Jimin didn’t like her guts.

There’s something so haughty and grossly narcissistic about her. She sees it in the way she commands her team, the way she looks down at people. Jimin’s heard enough of it when she yaps at her across the net. She’s too arrogant, so insecure that she shows off to hide the things she doesn’t like. Always with something snarky to say, the alpha wolf brain in Jimin naturally has a prickly regard for her. The other alpha puts on a front—wanting to seem strong and independent, the pinnacle of her team. She can see right through her. To each their own, but Jimin would rather avoid people who don’t recognize their weaknesses.

She’s not avoiding her anymore. 

chae ₩ : how do i say this

chae ₩ : alpha you hate was hitting on minjeong. like being way too forward and slick

chae ₩ : but that’s not the problem

Her stomach squeezes, uncomfortable, something in her mate bond agitating her.

jimin: that's not the problem?????

jimin: wtf???? i’m omw 

chae ₩ : the problem is all ur baby alphas!!!!

chae₩: you do you…but i’d dissolve it before y’all get disqualified for fighting

Baby alphas? What?! Last time Jimin checked, Minjeong had not reared any of her nonexistent pups!

The closer Jimin gets to a rowdy clamor, her senses awaken as the tightness in her stomach knots up her guts. A smoky pungency is in the air. That must be Minjeong; she must feel terribly uncomfortable now. She’s hidden behind Yunjin and Kazuha, the two alphas standing taller in front of her, glaring at the impeding alpha and talking back to her with a callous look on their faces.

(It’s odd to see her happy puppies look so stern and fierce. Under different circumstances, Jimin would be happy to call those alphas her trusty support.

She just hates that there’s a need for it now.)

Jimin tries calmness to taper her bubbling furiousness into something more manageable—something that won’t make her go ballistic. It already pisses her off that that alpha is blatantly disregarding the noticeable fact that Minjeong is a mated omega. Her mated omega. Just by Minjeong’s panic simmering underneath her skin, she’s unhappy to see the reason for her mate’s distress.

The other alpha shoves her packmates with a snarl, barking at them with an insult.

This only aggravates Jimin more.

Chaewon said to dissolve the fight.

Jimin’s one claw away from scarring her name onto that fucking girl.

Noticing her looming, ominous presence, the girl flashes a sassy smile. “Oh, your alpha Yu Jimin is finally here,” she says, spitting out her name with condescending contempt. “Are you gonna call your bitches off?” She questions her with a mocking sneer. “Oh wait, they’re fighting your battles for you. They’re more of an alpha than you. It’s too bad your omega chose a pathetic alpha like you to whore herself out to.”

Red hot heat seethes, turns her furious. Only Minjeong gets to call her pathetic and get away with it. Only she gets to degrade Minjeong and say it like the moon herself lives in her mate.

Parting Yunjin and Kazuha, she steps up to the girl, unintimidated by the cold and steely glare she has.

“Since you don’t seem to understand the language we’re speaking, let me make it simple for you,” she grits out, gravelly and low. “I don’t want your rancid scent anywhere near my pack. You stink. You reek of rotten eggs. You disgust me.” Jimin’s eyes take on a new sharpened edge, ridiculing and condescending, when she backs the other alpha up with another sure step. She’s not much taller than her, but Jimin makes those centimeters feel like kilometers when she looks down at her. “You’re probably bitchless, and you most definitely don’t have a mate who loves you when you’re so repulsive. So, I get you’re desperate for attention like a sad and needy beggar, but go chase tails somewhere else. You’re not wanted here.”

(The match hasn’t even started but Jimin feels like she wins when she sees the girl’s flimsy excuse of confidence crack.

It’s like Jimin thought. A front. Nothing but a silly ruse.)

And because an old-fashioned tell off isn’t enough, Jimin stays true to her plan.

With her ass lit on fire, her competitiveness roaring, Jimin puts more tallies in her stats with every block she acquires, screaming with victory when she roofs her hits—read blocking with such efficiency that Jimin’s team has already converted handfuls of points before the first set ends.

She doesn’t put a hole in her face, but it does please her deeply when said irritating face receives a fiery hit from her. She practically has to muffle the urge to howl like a fucking feral wolf when the game is paused to stop the bleeding profusely draining out of her crooked, fucked up nose.

Fucked up nose like the fucked up, whack job person who has it. A terribly hard sight to swallow.

Jimin snickers to herself.

Her father taught her how to spar and fight. Her mother taught her how to win wars with her words.

Minjeong has taught her how to win mind games.

It enlightens her to watch how the other alpha crumbles under the weight of pressure, of being embarrassed, of being constantly shown up by her rival.

She might not be obvious like other alphas, but Jimin knows who she is—she knows what she’s worth, what she’s capable of.

She is the future alpha leader of her pack. There is no other exception, there is no better option. She will make sure of this.

She has packmates who will defend her and her omega, especially when she isn’t there. She has a loyal soulmate who proudly boasts about her, willing to carry her scent with her—and Jimin’s even willing to bet, her pups.

She has everything an alpha wolf would want. Yes, there is strength in brute force and domination. But there is also strength in softness; Jimin lives by this.

She loves by this measure.

It wouldn’t matter the alpha, wouldn’t matter the wolf. No one is taking what’s hers from her—not when she’s the perfect alpha for her pack, for her mate.

This is her pride. This is an alpha’s pride.

-

She feels restless. Not in a “I need to go out and run” way. More like a “Needy for Minjeong” kind of way.

Ever since she started taking her alpha exams more seriously, she’s been seeing her cutie patootie soulmate less. It’s less than savory, but if Jimin is going to be the future leader of her pack, she’d need to prepare. Between sparring with the other wolves in her pack and shadowing her father and learning from him, Jimin’s spread thin with work and collegiate classes. It’s already upsetting enough to see Minjeong less—there’s so much she wants to do with her! Dates, dinners, cuddling. The problem right now?

Sex.

And with her rut approaching, her leash of patience is short and strained. Already feeling fidgety, she tries to ignore the tightening of her pants, how her quickening pulse rushes to her sleepy cockhead. Perhaps, if she’s lucky, Minjeong will find herself with some time to spare for her. It’s not as good as having her with her, but she needs to taper off this horniness before it gets in the way of her thinking.

jimin: hi ^__^

jimin: are you busy baby?

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: i’m watching tv. why?

jimin: so you’re not too busy

jimin: great 🥰

jimin: i miss you

jimin: [Picture attached in Invisible Ink and sent with Confetti]

jimin: watch me instead!!!!!!!

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: yu jimin did u just send me nudes

Jimin barks out a laugh.

jimin: no

jimin: i’m not nude in it :DD

Scrutinizing the picture she sent, she’s a little smug. She knows exactly what Minjeong likes. Taken at a lower angle, chin tilted up as she looked into the camera. Just the slightest swell of her clothed bulge is in the frame, her toned midriff exposed by the tight, cropped camisole she wore, hardened nipples straining against cotton.

Impatiently waiting for her reply, she makes her hands busy with preparing for another round. Cocktip just over the white waistband of her briefs, the fabric darkens, dampened by her precum.

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: ur a freak

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: and so hot

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: i’m coming over

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: u better not touch yourself

jimin: [Video attached in Invisible Ink and sent with Love]

jimin: oops

This one is faceless and it’s taken from the side to capture the accentuated curve of her breasts. Without urgency, her fingers leisurely swept over her tummy and chest, breath hitching when she passed her thumb over a stiff peak. What feels like a slow crawl down her sternum and abs, her hips jumped when a thumb swept over the leaking cockhead before the video abruptly ended. Jimin hadn’t meant to cut it off so soon, but she likes the timing of it. It feels a bit coy—like a tease.

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: you started without me 🥺

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: maybe i shouldn’t come over since you seem to be fine alone. i know you have enough in your spank bank 😞

jimin: PLEASE COME OVER

jimin: i’ll stop touching myself

jimin: i’ll think about unsexy things

jimin: and take a cold shower

jimin: IDK I’LL DO WHATEVER

When Minjeong texts back, it only worsens the desperation building in her.

That tease.

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: i’ll think about it unnie

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: be good in the meantime

But what could she say? Jimin loves their little games.

jimin: i’ll be the best 😎

jimin: so flaccid u could whip it around like a propeller 🚁🚁

jimin: :DDDD

Despite the smiley faces she’s sent her, she’s certainly not smiling at her predicament. No one pushes her quite like Minjeong, gets her going like her.

(Sometimes, just the thought of her and her scent is enough—Jimin has had her nights with her nose buried in Minjeong’s clothes, or best yet, her ruined panties that Minjeong sneakily planted in her hoodie pocket, stuffed in her mouth, fucking her dick in her lubed hands.

She doesn’t need a lot. Minjeong just does something to her; attraction has never been so magnetic. Her alpha status crumbles at her feet like a shortbread cookie. It’s Minjeong over everything else.)

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: i can’t believe you’re talking abt something that splits me in half like that

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: weirdo

jimin: come over so i can split you in half

jimin: please ❤️

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: mmm i’m not persuaded yet 🫤

Her tongue clicks. She should’ve known her girlfriend wasn’t going to make it easy for her. She loves to push her buttons.

Jimin knows what Minjeong wants. That brat. And yet, all Jimin can do is enable her. The one thing about Minjeong having power is that she knows she has her wrapped around her finger—that she’d do anything if it pleased her.

(Even if it pushes her outside of her boundaries. No one has ever really affected her like this before, ever surpassed—or even came close to—the place Minjeong has in her life. Jimin won’t admit it with her right mind; it’s a bit too much, even in her opinion. But at such a young age, unknowingly, she imprinted on the girl that taught her love. Minjeong became a distant part of her soul before Jimin could even grow out of her pineapple puppy fur.

This bond resonates so deeply in her heart, so intertwined and woven within the fabric of her soul. It is her tether. Minjeong is her tether to keep her feet on the ground. And yet, Minjeong has a hopeful buoyancy to her that withstands and persists. She has a brilliant reverence for life and living, a desire to take what life has to offer. She shares these beautiful things about her, does it without expecting anything in return. She’s everything that pushes Jimin to be better.

It’s quite impossible to not worship the ground she walks on. It’d be silly if Jimin wasn’t eager to please such an incredible woman.

She’s so damn lucky to call Kim Minjeong her mated lover. Overcoming her shyness is merely an act of respect.)

It’s much easier to beg when Minjeong’s in front of her, dangling herself like a treat for her to have if she satisfies her. It feels even more embarrassing to do it by herself, but she holds onto the microphone icon and closes her eyes to imagine her mate with her, “I need you. Your alpha needs you. Please come over,” she breathily begs.

jimin: [Audio Message Sent] 

Sending it without listening to it, she glares at the bulge in her pants—how her cock throbs and twitches, begging for attention, drags her towards the dizzying thought of being buried inside Minjeong’s tight, hot, and slick-

Shit. Jimin shakes her head, ridding the thought. Staring at her hard on like her critical glare could stop her from getting fully erect, “I need an ice bath because of you, stupid! Calm down!”

The ever present smell of toasted marshmallows and caramel ribbons around her legs, tempting her to go back to bed and stroke one out. It’d be so easy. She has enough videos of Minjeong to get off. But the thought of displeasing Minjeong makes her tummy turn, makes the heady haze wrapping around her buzz off. If Minjeong didn’t allow it, she wouldn’t. And she’d be the last to defy her omega. Jimin’s always been good at obeying Minjeong—that won’t change today.

Getting out of her cold shower, Jimin prepares herself, wants Minjeong to come home to something pretty to admire. Looking in the mirror, and trying not to imagine all the times they’ve fucked in front of it, Jimin fastens her collar around her neck and centers its golden badge and bell.

Impatiently looking at her phone, she checks her notifications and groans lowly.

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: my alpha 🥰 i like how you sound when you beg ❤️

butterscotch baby 🐶💞: i’ll be there soon ☺️

It’s like Jimin’s body trills a song. If she closes her eyes, she can hear Minjeong calling her her alpha. She likes all the things Minjeong calls her, and it’s so stupidly traditional of her, but she loves it when she’s called her alpha. God. It lights a fire in her soul.

And her body. The warmth in her belly and the slight stirring in her tight briefs makes her sigh to herself, “Cock ring it is.”

(She can’t trust herself to not be turned on by the slightest thing. With her rut lurking under her skin, it’s already mentally tolling to play the game Minjeong wants her to play. But the reward will be so sweet—she knows it! Minjeong’s good at conditioning her, so damn Minjeong-motivated Jimin could learn and do anything if it tickled her mate’s interest.)

Situating herself on Minjeong’s couch, her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and shamelessly showing off the size in her pants, she shrugs on one of her girlfriend’s baggier dress shirts, draping it over her bare breasts, its fabric naturally curtaining the swell of her chest.

If this doesn’t get Minjeong on her knees for her, Jimin isn’t the perfect alpha for her.

-

When Minjeong finally arrives, Jimin doesn’t have the chance to offer a pillow for her knees before Minjeong sinks to her knees, kissing down her torso, nosing into her pelvis.

“Did you touch yourself?”

Jimin can barely see the beautiful brown of her eyes, swallowed by darkened pupils. There’s something hungry in her heavy gaze, barely restrained, like a monster held down with dainty satin. 

(She got to her—her dirty pictures made Minjeong come to her like she was whistled home. Jimin would bet it’s all she has been able to think about. She’s doing terribly at not feeling smug about it.)

“No,” Jimin says proudly, stopping herself from bucking into her hot mouth when kitten licks brush over her covered, sensitive cockhead.

Minjeong arches a skeptical brow at her. “Are you lying?”

“No. Don’t wanna disappoint you,” she mutters, hypnotized by the teasing circles Minjeong traces along her upper thighs.

The satisfied twinkling of her eyes and the proud, little smile on Minjeong’s lips makes Jimin’s heart soar, happy to please her.

(This is what it is to be the perfect alpha. It’s not just to lead or be brutishly strong and tactically clever. But it’s also the willingness and earnesty to love wholeheartedly—to love another over oneself.

Jimin excels spectacularly at this. She knows that she doesn’t need power to feel it—just the way Minjeong looks at her makes her feel like a god.)

A stream of air rushes through her nose, lungfuls of Minjeong’s tangy arousal and her sweet, honeyed caramel pheromones consume her, make Jimin salivate. It’s like she lives and breathes to see that look of sultry cockiness on her face.

“Is that why you look so handsome right now, baby? You wanted to please me? Impress me?”

“Always, Minjeongie,” she softly whines, carding her fingers through blonde hair. “Always wanna please you.”

When hands tug down her pants and briefs, Minjeong smirks at the silicone wrapped around the base of her shaft. “What would everyone think if they saw you like this, unnie? You sound so needy. So eager you’d cream your pants just at the sound of my voice.”

Jimin shakes her head vehemently. This isn’t for anyone else to see—her vulnerability, her weakness, her desperation. “Only you,” she gruffly says. “No one else but you can see me like this.”

“Worried you won’t be their big, strong alpha?” Minjeong teases, babying her with a pout.

“No,” she chokes out. That’s the least of her worries. “Only my omega can see this. Only you. Only you deserve to see how much I want you. No one else.” Tightening her grip on the makeshift ponytail she made out of her hair, Jimin grits her teeth, growls with a commanding rumble in her throat. “I can’t take it anymore, Minjeong. Suck me off. Suck your alpha off, baby.”

“Don’t you dare think of moving your hips, Jiminie.”

Rolling her eyes, Jimin retorts, “As long as you don’t dare think of stopping until I come down your throat.”

Victorious smirk, one that’s confident and cocky, “Relax. You’ll come, alpha.”

As soon as lips lightly kiss the mushroom head of her cock, Jimin hotly gasps and shuts her eyes. The heat of Minjeong’s mouth enveloping around her and the slickness of her tongue lapping over the slit of her cockhead makes Jimin melt.

Finally.

-

Under most pretenses, Jimin is a lover, not a fighter. 

Minus the creeps she’s scared off of Minjeong’s trail. And the weirdo who kept hunting for Eunchae’s hide. She’s not above doing what it takes to ensure the safety of her pack. That’s just what it is to be a werewolf living in a human’s world.

Point of the matter, Jimin is usually a playful, happy-go-lucky wolf. With the training and natural physical ability of an alpha wolf pack leader.

Today, Jimin is going through the final exams for her to be considered the pack’s alpha. Earlier on in the week, her father and the elder council tested her on multiple other components of this role. A technical exam, she was tested on politics, history, pack culture and practices, diplomacy, and conflict resolution.

(It felt a little unusual to be tested so formally—some multiple choice questions with short answer analyses, but Jimin studied hard for it, knows these things like the back of her hand. Despite how she knows a paper exam is far from the first measure of excelling in her candidacy, Jimin was eager to surpass any and all grading scales for this.

Being her pack’s alpha means more than a grade; it’s a true performance. She doesn’t want it just for the title or the prestige, she wants the responsibility. She wants to be depended on, to provide, to be a pillar for a generation of wolves. It’s not the flattery or privilege or power she wants in the end, she wants admiration and respect—something she’d happily work for, an expectation her pack can have for her. She would go above and beyond to fulfill it.)

Today’s exam is a physical—a morning and afternoon full with sparring eligible alphas and any challengers. The final component is a pack vote and the candidate who scored the most across the board will be slated for alpha leadership.

Jimin already feels smug for getting a hundred on the written part of her exams. She takes good care of her relationship with her packmates. She maintains their bonds, earned their respect and affection, tries her best to make herself available for them. It’s not to say she has this alpha wolf pack leader thing in her bag, but she kind of does! She has a lot going on for her!

Jimin feels Minjeong sidle up to her, her wolfish head nuzzling into her and cuddling under her chin.

“Nervous?” Jimin hears in her head.

Jimin counts the line of alphas she has to compete against. Practically all the alphas she grew up with are in her company.

“Mmm…” Jimin hums to Minjeong with their bond. “Yes and no. I’m nervous because I want to do well, but I’m confident I will.”

A butterscotch tail sways behind Minjeong. She’s already gotten full control of her transformation; Jimin is very proud of her. Both with her coaching and Minjeong’s involvement with her pack, she’s been getting used to making space for her lupine soul. She’s sure that Minjeong’s adjustment and adaptation to their lifestyle gives their council something to consider. Not many alphas her age in her pack have successfully sired someone before. Though, Minjeong made it incredibly easily with her dedication to submerging herself into their lifestyle—to be her, “perfect omega,” as she said.

It’s time for Jimin to be her perfect alpha.

“All those wolves used to beat me up,” Jimin recounts, thinking about all the times she used to fall behind and never measure up. “Before I hit my growth spurts, I was the easy target. They’d get me out first and weed out the rest. And now, they line up to compete against me.”

“You used to be the lonely runt.” Minjeong thoughtfully adds, “But you’re not anymore. So many of them in that line respect you, unnie.”

Jimin lets out a snicker and snarled smile. That they do. As she was maturing and getting older, she had that whole underdog thing going on for her. And now, she is in their ranks as a formidable alpha and opponent. She has her soulmate, she has the respect of her pack. All that’s left is to claim what is deservingly hers.

“And I have you,” Jimin says, nosing into Minjeong’s fur. “I haven’t been lonely in a long time. I have everything I need, but I want this one thing. Half for myself, half for you. But I’m ready for this responsibility. I want it.”

“You’re ready for it!”

It’s times like these that Jimin wishes she could kiss Minjeong. Human Minjeong. (Her girlfriend hasn’t completely accepted the “wolf grooming” thing and affection greater than cuddling but maybe she’ll change her mind!)

“Hah!” Minjeong laughs in her head. “Kiss me later, alpha. I’ll see you after! Good luck!”

It’s not a kiss, but Minjeong’s laugh will have to do.

-

It’s no surprise that Jimin is holding her weight against these alphas. She’s fought all of them before, she’s familiar with their patterns and tempers. That’s not to say she doesn’t have her wounds. She’s been scratched and bitten, dirt and foliage in her fur. 

She may not be a fighter, but she can fight. And pretty damn well. She’s always been gifted with coordination and reflexes, even volleyball has helped with training those skills outside of her usual werewolf exercises. Something about merging the human part of her and the wolf in her gives her a startling clarity even in intense matches.

Like this one.

The alpha in front of her is neither one she’s fought before or one in her pack. A challenger. Jimin knows this musty, rancid pungency anywhere. Her nostrils burn, she almost gags.

Rotten eggs.

This conniving girl just wants her to act out, doesn’t she?

A lone wolf trying to take over a pack isn’t unheard of, but it’s rare. Jimin won’t give this girl a damn chance.

Watching her drink a murky concoction to allow themselves a bond for communication during their fight, Jimin huffs angrily through her nose. Butterscotch paws approach her, two brown eyes, and wet nose. Without saying anything, Minjeong wraps herself around her, winding around her body and scenting her.

A calm settles her boiling blood, the smell of toasted marshmallows and cozy campfire nights.

“Alpha,” Jimin hears, “just remember that she wants what you have.” The sweetness in Minjeong’s voice cuts, terse. “Don’t let her have it.”

It’s all implied—the stakes Minjeong is raising, the responsibility she has to fulfill, the omega she has to make proud.

If not for her own leadership, she’d whoop anyone’s ass at Minjeong’s request. It’s, like, romantic or whatever!

If she can humiliate this alpha from ever stepping foot in her life again, she’d tie her exams with a bow.

The last alpha, the only challenger.

Just by the tension from the other alpha, it lures Jimin’s own to come out of her solitude. This isn’t just an exam, this is a challenge. This is about territory, this is about self. 

There is no other acceptable outcome. She must run her out of their part of the woods.

Circling each other, the challenging alpha snarls at her, snapping her jaw with her sharp canines glinting in the sun.

“No pack, wolf? Had to bring your stench to mine?” Jimin sidesteps a tentative attack, avoiding a heavy and clawed paw to the cheek.

“I had one. Like how I had a mate. I abandoned my pack because I thought we were soulmates,” the other alpha says sardonically. “Then, she rejected me and left.” She sizes her up, snapping at her paws. “You know what they say, Yu Jimin?”

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket?” She says, dodging another attack.

“No. Misery loves company. And I’m taking you with me!” She roars, pouncing on her. 

(Under most circumstances, Jimin would be mature about this. It’s not mature to humiliate someone but Jimin resents this alpha with every inch of her soul. She does not want her company—she’s not a sad, miserable wolf like her. She’s been there before and she would fight tooth, nail, and claw, to avoid feeling like that again.

A desolate and depressed wolf is almost as bad as a lone wolf; Jimin hasn’t been that sad in years. She won’t go back to that. She refuses.)

“Sorry, I don’t go anywhere without my soulmate and I don’t think she likes misery. I’ll pass,” she retorts, getting a clearer observation on the alpha’s fighting style. If she can hold her ground, she will tire her out. She fights with fire in her actions the way she’d run a marathon in a sprint. She will die out. And Jimin is a patient wolf. The moon knows she’s done enough of waiting in her lifetime.

Plus, this girl is fucking volatile. Say the right words and she’ll be so angry she can’t think. As much as it helps to have the strength of an alpha, it doesn’t help to have the irrationality of one. Maybe it’s because of all of the years she’s adapted herself to Minjeong’s world, but Jimin’s cool temper and tightened self-discipline is one of the finest things about her.

“Have you considered that you smell so bad because you’re so bitter?” Jimin taunts, feigning an attack to startle the other alpha. “You have no pack. You have no mate. Your only desperate wish for companionship is with an alpha who couldn’t care any less about you. Did you lose your dignity, wolf?”

Not to make everything about sex, but Jimin thinks even her intimacy with Minjeong is helping with this. The mental Olympics Minjeong puts her through while she is so diabolically horny should put her in jail. Instead, she gets dicked down. But that’s not the point!

Minjeong is her trainer and Jimin is her peer and she will tear this alpha to shreds with the sheer power of strategic words. And the other alpha’s blindingly obvious insecurities. Jimin’s not one to kick someone while they’re down, but she walked into this one. Practically asked for it!

“Breaking your nose wasn’t enough. You want me to break your confidence. You keep wanting an alpha to break you.” Jimin bares her canines with a menacing snarl. “If I didn’t know better, I’d call you an omega.”

And because Jimin expects that girl to not see the divinity of an omega, she expects the lash out. A burst of energy and irritation, all snapping teeth and slashing claws. She may land a few, but the moment she gets on her hind legs to attack, Jimin darts for her back leg, clamping her sharpened teeth around it, biting with the intent to shatter. A broken yelp bleeds out of her, like the blood in her leg. Clenching down and jostling her leg around, she lets go when she sees a claw in her periphery. Scrambling back and dodging under it, a perfect opening presents itself to her. 

Taking advantage of her vulnerability, right under her neck, she lunges to catch her jugular. 

She might not bite as hard as did her leg, but she bites hard enough to leave a mark.

A scar.

Just like how she’s always wanted.

Though the fight has ended according to pack rules, Jimin warily watches until the wolf is out of sight, limping and worn. She can’t expect respect out of someone who lives to piss her off at any given chance. The fight may be over, but Jimin will always keep an enemy at distance and an observant eye. There are things in her life worth protecting.

-

All across the council and her packmates, she was favored to be chosen. All of that is incredible and flattering. But the sight of watching the defeated alpha slink away in shame comes close. Surrounding her, her wolves bow at her as a sign of respect before a chorus of howls ring. A celebration is to be had now that she’s been named the next alpha leader of her pack.

It almost feels like all the preparation came at an end too soon. She spent years of her life preparing for this night—for a future of leadership. It feels a little solemn that that time of preparation is done with an exam and a day of fighting.

But, she’s done it!

She’s the leader of her pack!

Minjeong, trotting happily now that she doesn’t feel Jimin’s nervousness in her bones, comes up to her. “Hi, my handsome alpha,” she flirts, “congratulations! I knew it’d turn out like this! You fought so well, baby!”

Eagerly welcoming the affection Minjeong gives her, Jimin bristles with confidence. She’s made her mate proud!

Jimin takes back her word. It’s not the sad alpha that she’s more happy about. It’s the glimmer in Minjeong’s eyes, the love that tides in her heart, the unabashed pride that washes over her.

So, this is what it feels like to be the perfect alpha!

-

It doesn’t need to be Christmas, Jimin’s birthday, or their anniversary for her to get a special surprise from Minjeong.

Jimin’s already luckier than most losers out there.

For easily agreeing to being restrained, Minjeong surprised her with a pretty little number, just in time for her rut.

She already feels lightheaded, but it’s even worse when Minjeong timidly undoes her silk robe.

(Jimin gets it’s nerve wracking to present yourself to someone. She was awfully nervous the first time Minjeong saw her naked, even if she knew she had nothing to be embarrassed about. She’s rather happy with how she’s born—she’s attractive and she knows she’s well-endowed and blessed with nice tits; she won’t complain. And still, sharing this intimate part of her was new and it made her so nervous. Because it was Minjeong. She wanted to impress her. That was one thing. The other was this: Jimin’s not a stranger to the body or nudity, thanks to her werewolf customs and tight volleyball uniforms, and yet, it felt so special with Minjeong.

Being with Minjeong like that is always a thrill, always an experience that Jimin wants to cherish. Even if it’s quickies, even if it’s just shower kisses and bubble bath cuddles. Being naked with Minjeong is the closest thing to physically baring her soul to her.

It’s no wonder why Jimin worships her body the way she does.)

“Wow,” she sighs, breathless. Minjeong, in a white, lacy set, carefully hangs her robe on her chair. When she’s closer, Jimin drinks in every detail like she’s trying to engrave her somewhere in her soul.

White thigh-highs crawl up Minjeong’s strong, smooth, and creamy legs, held up by lace thigh garters that adorn a pair of small white bows.

Her lace panties are more decorative than they are practical. Jimin can see her as well as she can smell her. And all she can smell is Minieong’s scent wrapped around her. 

Made of lace and mesh, dainty detailing of vines and flower petals, her bra cups the petite curve of her breasts. Shades of pink bloom behind white windows and Jimin’s mouth aches with the soreness of missing Minjeong’s nipples in her mouth. She bites her lip restlessly.

She wants her. 

Minjeong’s crazy for thinking Jimin could possibly last against a divine vision like this.

“You like?” Minjeong asks, smirk on her lips already knowing her answer.

Even if she knows Minjeong tied her wrists behind her chair, her arms twitch with the desire to touch. “Uh huh,” she says, floored. “Love it, Minjeong. You look ravishing.” Minjeong stops a foot in front of her and Jimin frowns. “It’s not enough to restrain me, but you stand a billion feet away from me?” Jimin sulks.

“You agreed to being tied up, Jiminie,” Minjeong corrects. “And if you think this is unfair, you got a hell of a night in front of you.”

Jimin smirks with a cocky grin. Yeah, she has a hell of a night standing in front of her. Minjeong’s a hell of a lifetime! Her eyes greedily look the blonde up and down, appreciative and salacious all at the same time. “I can’t believe you’re real,” she mumbles. (Now, she wants to touch Minjeong just to make sure she hasn’t gone crazy with her yearning and dreamt up the last four blissful years of her life.)

Minjeong slowly circles around her and Jimin wonders if this is what her prey feels like. She’s never felt more vulnerable. Minjeong passes in front of her once, leaning down by her ear, “You better believe it, baby.”

Fingers teasingly and achingly slowly trail down her arms, tickling her hands with them—won’t even let Jimin hold her hand without a fight.

“Satin looks really pretty on you, Jimin unnie. Could you maybe wear some satin dresses for me?”

Jimin nods eagerly like a middle school boy, happy to say anything just for some tits in their mouth. She is not proud to say that that is exactly what she wants. “Yeah, sure, pick some you think will look good on me.” 

“You’re so easy, unnie!” Minjeong laughs.

“Whatever,” Jimin bites with an impatient growl. “Could you at least sit on my lap? Just looking at you is killing me.”

“That’s a really strong tone for someone who’s tied up,” Minjeong taunts.

Jimin’s face hardens. So, this is the night it’s going to be.

A brat masterclass taught by Doctor Brat herself.

She and Minjeong both know she could get out of these restraints in the blink of an eye. It’d be so easy to just manhandle her and take control of the session. Jimin knows her mate’s buttons, she knows how to please her just as well as she knows how to use her. But, like how Jimin finds Minjeong’s audacious brattiness a charming perk, Minjeong likes her god-like restraint and unyielding selflessness towards her.

(They’re built to last—built to fight and bicker, built for love and care.)

They both are interested in pushing boundaries tonight.

So the satin? Just principle, really.

“Your legs must be tired from running through my mind all day. I insist that I make up for it. Please sit on my lap.”

Fingers hold her chin, an impressed smirk on Minjeong’s lips. “You’re a romantic wordsmith. And you’re pretty when you beg. I suppose I’d like a seat.”

Watching as she straddles her with rapture, Jimin smiles with unbridled cockiness, proud to have persuaded Minjeong.

Jimin knows it’s a kindness that Minjeong doesn’t lean away when she bends to bury her nose into her neck, greedily taking in her scent. “You smell so good,” she slurs, looking up at her. 

“Yeah? It’s just my lotion,” Minjeong fakes innocence. It makes Jimin glare at her. She knows exactly what she means.

“Your scent, omega,” Jimin corrects, a calm nonchalance in her voice.

“The scent you gave me, alpha,” Minjeong says back, sickly sweet and coy, unfazed.

Jimin’s teeth ache with the need to bite. She takes to kissing and nibbling along Minjeong’s shoulder and her neck, licking the column of it in a hot stripe. 

Minjeong can try to be cool but she can’t hide her thundering heartbeat and uneven breaths. She needs her. Just like she needs her.

There’s something so frustrating about this.

This being: Minjeong’s tits are not in her mouth. The lack of them in between her teeth is actually giving her a headache. A rumbled growl of frustration escapes her.

Minjeong, oh so cruelly, leans back, pushing Jimin back into the chair. “Puppy, do you remember what words are?”

Jimin almost snaps at her. She’s not usually this rude! Minjeong’s taken her initiative to piss her off too seriously and it’s agitating her alpha.

Or, she’s being successful.

Minjeong’s goals are always elusive to her when she’s on these power trips.

But Jimin’ll be damned if she doesn’t try to keep up.

“I wanna suck on your tits.”

Minjeong’s brow arches.

“Please.”

Minjeong makes a face of disappointment. “I expect better.”

Jimin laughs incredulously. Geez! She does not need to be wearing this collar to be led by her rigidity. “I spoil you.” She frowns.

“I can get off of you,” Minjeong threatens.

“My mouth craves for your nipples, princess. May I have their attendance?”

“What the fuck?!” Minjeong laughs, shocked by what she hurriedly blurted out.

“Minjeong!” Jimin barks, fed up. “I’m literally going crazy just looking at you! Please just let me touch you more! Take off your bra, please!”

“You’re so ridiculous I can’t believe I’m taking off my bra for this.”

Jimin eyes Minjeong with unveiled enthusiasm, eager to see her. “Uh huh, but it works!”

“That’s not what worked, honey.” Fingers peel away her bra and Jimin cares so little about the ache in her arms when she bends even further to lather her tongue over her nipples. “Remember?” She gasps, arching into her mouth. “You’re pretty when you beg. I like,” a moan keens out of her, “how raspy your voice gets. It’s so sexy to me.”

(Minjeong can run her mouth all she wants. Jimin has hers preoccupied. She couldn’t care less. But she does love it when Minjeong flatters her.

Who doesn’t love getting complimented by their gorgeous, sexy, beautiful lover?)

“You like it when I sound like I smoked a pack of cigarettes?” Jimin jokes.

“No. I like it when you sound desperate,” Minjeong slings back.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re being so difficult today? I’m in rut, and you’re here, tying me up and teasing me. Are you crazy?”

“I’m in heat, Jimin unnie. You should know I can take it.”

“When’re you gonna take it?” She slurs, canting her hips up, looking for friction.

“When you give it up.”

“What? My dignity? You know I don’t care about that.”

“Yes, you do, unnie,” Minjeong says, combing through her hair as Jimin leaves kisses and blooming dark marks on her chest.

“How so? I kiss the ground you walk on,” Jimin argues.

“Exactly.” Minjeong answers. “You don’t know how to be mean to me. You fold so easily. You give into me so quickly. Your dignity is how good you listen and obey, your self-restraint and discipline.”

(She’s far from an appropriate capacity to feel anything but desire. She thinks she should be insulted but she just kind of wants Minjeong even more.

“Kind of” being defined as “near monstrous”.)

“You never break with me, unnie. But you break me all the time. That’s unfair.” She pouts, sulky. 

“So, you wanna make me go crazy,” she concludes with a sigh.

“Maybe,” she coyly mumbles.

“If you actually sit on my lap, I think you’ll see another way to drive me crazy.”

“Don’t tell me how, Jimin unnie. Half the fun is figuring it out.”

Jimin lolls her head back. She’s already going crazy.

There is no way she’s surviving this night.

-

Jimin doesn’t know how long they’ve been at this.

Minjeong has been edging her. Torturing, now. It was hot and really fun the first few times but after being blueballed several times now, her patience is just as low as her coherency and sanity is.

Jimin stopped counting how many times after she let her facefuck her and then stopped right as she was about to come. All she knows is that it’s a lot. Her cockhead is an angry shade of red, veiny, and sensitive. She can’t think in many linear thoughts and all she wants is for Minjeong to just let her inside her pussy.

Minjeong’s hands make a wet, slippery sound as she jerks her off, twisting her wrist at her cockhead, occasionally teasing it when she sucks on it, licking over her leaking slit.

She also lost count the times she’s begged and pleaded, how many times “please” came tumbling out of her throat. All she knows is that she is at the edge of falling off of the universe and Minjeong holds the leash.

All she wants, all she’s thought of since Minjeong sat on her lap. Breedbreedgiveherpups. “Just the tip, mommy,” Jimin moans, “I don’t care if it’s just the tip. Please, just let me come inside.” 

“Mommy,” Minjeong repeats, confused. “You called me that again.”

Jimin can only moan. “Uh huh.”

“I’m not your mommy,” Minjeong laughs.

Delirious, out of her mind, babbling, “No. Want-” Jimin groans, “want you to be the mother of my pups. Wanna breed you deep, see you pregnant with my kids, wanna be your baby daddy. Minjeong,” Jimin whines breathily, “I’d do anything for that. I’d be so good to you and our family. That’s my dream.”

“You mean that,” Minjeong gasps, shocked by the raw honesty in her voice.

Jimin’s breath shakes with a silent cry. “Ask me tomorrow, ask me next week, my answer will be the same. I only want to become a parent if it’s next to you. I’ll feel selfish everytime I ask, but I’ll never miss the opportunity to try if you don’t outright refuse me. Please be the mother of our children, Minjeong?”

For a second, Jimin thinks Minjeong considers it. But she breathes out a laugh, baffled. “You could make me do anything right now, unnie. Don’t ask me that now or we’ll become parents too soon.”

-

Minjeong is evil.

Jimin thought that after spilling her dream, she would get what she wanted—pussy.

She was sorely wrong.

(Kind of. Minjeong rode her, ass backed up into her, and drove her all kinds of crazy. Until she edged her again.

If Jimin could give up her stupid restraint and discipline, she would! This torture is stringing her out!)

“Minjeong, don’t you dare.” Her girlfriend eyes the pussy pocket she holds with a mischievous fire in them. Every step she takes towards her, Jimin sits up straighter. “I’ll come. I’m being so serious. If you use that on me, I’ll come. I promise you that.”

“You can hold it, unnie, I believe in you,” Minjeong teases with a coy grin that Jimin has a hard time putting her faith in.

“I can’t, Minjeong. Look at your hands! Do you see how wet and sticky they are? That’s my fucking precum! I’ve been needing to come since you let me fuck your face. You’ve blueballed me and teased me and edged me. I can’t!”

“But you will!” She cheekily retorts. “For me, you will!”

Before Jimin can defend her case, lubed up silicone walls engulf her dick, jerking her off with a quick stroke.

It feels so good. Too good.

There’s nothing else Jimin can say. “I c- can’t!” She yelps, a whiny whimper when Minjeong fucks just her sensitive cockhead with a slow and painful drag.

But it feels so amazing to just have anything wrapped around her dick! It feels so damn good that that proud restraint of Jimin’s snaps like a stretched out rubber band, just like the flimsy satin Minjeong used to tie her down. Minjeong’s shocked gasp is drowned out by a piercing moan, Jimin chasing the heady feeling of euphoria that her girlfriend kept taking from her. Clawed hands wrap around Minjeong’s, dictating a frantic speed to save her orgasm, weakly pumping her hips and wasted cumshot into the stupid toy that should have been Minjeong’s sopping cunt instead.

(That fucking brat. She should’ve fucking listened.)

“Unnie,” Minjeong gasps, audacious enough to be shocked. “You weren’t supposed to come.”

“I told you,” Jimin snarls, backing Minjeong up against their bed, pushing her down it with a frustrated growl, “I’d come. You didn’t listen. You fucked me anyway and my cum got wasted. That should have been yours. That should have been in you.” Climbing on top of the blonde and straddling her slim waist, she shakes her head disappointedly, clicking her tongue when her semi doesn’t bounce the way it would when she’s fully hard. It reminds her of the missed opportunity to breed Minjeong with her pups. It irritates her. “You could have tallied a mark onto me. Turn me into? What was it, baby? What did you call me?”

Minjeong answers. Though, muffled. Her three fingers stuffed in her mouth garble up her words. 

Jimin feigns difficulty, “What was that, puppy? I can’t understand you. Speak more clearly.”

Tears well up in Minjeong’s eyes, probably frustrated with the way Jimin unfairly manhandles her, blatantly disregarding her fingers that are now fucking into her throat, softly pressing down on her tongue.

“One more time?” Jimin asks cruelly, a saccharine but fake sweetness in her voice, “I’m sorry. I’ll listen better, baby.”

As Minjeong is about to reply, Jimin unhinges her jaw with a hand, preventing her ability to speak.

“Go ahead,” she encourages softly. “Remind me.”

When Minjeong answers with a hopeless sob, Jimin gives her grace, letting go of her. Combing through her soft hair soothingly, the tenderness of her action incinerates with the condescending tone of concern Jimin gives her, “Are you upset with me, angel?”

Minjeong shakes her head yes, pouting at her with a big downturn of her lips, gravity pulling on them as she sniffs her tears back up.

“Don’t forget I’m upset, too.” Kissing her forehead, she noses into her cheek, inhaling her scent by the lungful, “But I think I might remember what you called me.” Jimin innocently speaks over a muffled and indignant cry that never got to give the answer she was so eager to provide. “You could’ve started your creampie counter, Minjeongie,” the alpha coos, kissing away her salty tears, nuzzling into her temple and werepuppy ears. “That could’ve been number one. But that’s fine, I’ll just make sure I won’t waste a drop when I fuck my cum into you later.”

Now that she finally came, the only good thing about it is that it clears up her mind. Even if it’s just a little bit, she doesn’t feel as driven to delirium, can afford to think up a few coherent sentences that don’t have anything to do with breeding that tight, little cunt.

But this clarity doesn’t come with her actions, an eager hand playing with her girlfriend’s perky tits and pebbled, pink nipples. She’s not as gentle as she normally is, it’s just not in her. She has a heavy hand when she rolls Minjeong over onto her tummy.

“Put your legs together,” she rasps, straddling her waist. Jimin doesn’t know if she’s being dramatic, but it makes her lightheaded to see how small Minjeong is under her hands, how her girth splits her asscheeks when she slides her length between them, caged under her thumbs. With a slow, purposeful roll of her hips, Jimin moans, arms shaking at the friction and her slippery slick coating her shaft, “Been waiting for this for so long, been waiting to fuck you just the way I want.” The heat and weight of Jimin’s body drapes over her back, wetted lips kissing her jawline and licking the outer shell of her ear. “I’ll break you,” she whimpers, purposefully catching her gaping hole with just the tip of her dick. “That’s what you wanted, right? You don’t wanna ask for it. You just wanna piss me off so much I’d fuck you just to stop you from running your smart mouth—make you so fucking brainless all you can do is whimper like a bitch.”

The way Minjeong unintelligibly keens back at her tells her she’s read Minjeong to filth. Power trickles in her veins, goes straight to her brain. It’s dizzying. The neediness in her voice echoes in her ears, the way Minjeong pushed her ass into her. When Minjeong allows herself pleasure after her power trips, submissiveness becomes her.

A gasp rips out of her lungs, the sound of a crisp smack on her ass. Teeth bite into Minjeong’s back, nothing kind or reserved about it. “That’s not an answer, baby.” Soothing the sting and passing her tongue over it, Jimin kisses her nape. “Is this what you wanted?” Minjeong nods like her head is on a broken hinge, but it’s not enough. She’s not desperate enough—she’s not as desperate as Jimin is.

Maybe it’s a bit cruel of her, but Jimin pulls away from her completely, stopping her from backing into her and finding her warmth, smirking when Minjeong warbles a forlorn sob. “I want it,” she barely manages, so airy her voice withers and blows away like dandelions.

“It doesn’t sound like you do, Minjeongie,” the alpha taunts, caressing her back with the slightest touch, grazing her lips across her shoulder blades. 

Minjeong turns, clumsily getting on her back to look her in her eyes. A broken cry, “I want it!” The blonde softly punches an angry fist on her chest, frustrated tears welling up in her eyes as she looks up at her. There’s still that gorgeously magnetizing blazing fire of defiance in them, the hunger of an omega who knows exactly what she wants—who she wants. “I wanted you to want me.” She cries with a watery gasp, submissively baring her neck to her. “I wanted you to want me so much you’d only think about yourself. I want you to take, take everything I have to give you. Don’t you feel how wet and ready I am for you?”

Her omega has such a way with words.

She could move an unbudging rock just by talking to it.

If Minjeong wanted her to take, she’d take.

(If she wanted her to break her, Jimin would be ever so pleased to surrender her restraint and discipline at Minjeong’s feet.

After all, it’s Minjeong over her pride.

And if her baby wanted her to indulge and give into her inherent nature with reckless abandon, she’d let the persuasive call of the moon bewitch her heart, let lunacy into her like she offered it a home in her mind.

This is both her pleasure and her responsibility. It’s her never ending wet dream. It’s a goddamn miracle to be so intertwined with a sensation such as Kim Minjeong.)

Jimin knows Minjeong wants her cock in her. She wants her balls deep in her, rocking into her and sheathing the thick girth of her shaft into her with heavy thrusts.

She doesn’t give her that.

A slicked up entrance swallows a meager finger, Minjeong mewls pathetically. “Unnie,” she sobs, “I want more.”

“You didn’t care when I wanted more,” Jimin coolly responds, slowly thrusting into her—a cruel tease. Just like her girl. “You just kept edging me. Kept ruining my orgasm. Should I really give you more, baby?”

“Yes!” Minjeong shamelessly begs, curling her arms around her to lock them around her neck. “Please!”

“I don’t think I should. You’re not being fair. Why should you get what you want so easily?”

Is it a little fucked up that Jimin is asking rationality out of Minjeong when she clearly looks so deliriously turned on that she’d do anything just to be touched by her? Maybe. But Jimin thinks it’s a little fucked up that Minjeong edged her so much she came the moment she fucked her cock with a pussy pocket.

Minjeong should know better. Her cum belongs to her. Not a fucking piece of silicone.)

“Because-” Minjeong absentmindedly babbles, “because-” she struggles to string together her words, dissolving into whimpers and whines.

“I can wait for an answer, my love,” Jimin soothes, fitting another finger inside of her, purposely avoiding her clit with the palm of her hand when she shallowly thrusts into her, just to her second knuckle. “If you give me an answer I like, maybe I’ll make you come.”

A desperate hand clings onto her leather collar, a finger in the hoop of her tag. The jingling of her bell is drowned out by Minjeong’s displeased whine. Jimin’s sure her girlfriend doesn’t mean to tug her down with so much force, but she lets it go. She likes seeing how being brainless turns Minjeong rough and greedy. Resting her forehead on hers, Jimin leans in to kiss her, so sweetly that it matches the slow pace she fucks her with, so loving and adoring. “C’mon, Minjeong. Think harder. I want to fuck you the way you deserve. I want to come inside you. But I want you to impress me. I know you can.”

Minjeong cries, tears streaking down her cheeks, hiccuping on her harsh breaths. Cooing at her distress but ignoring the way it makes her heart ache and twist, Jimin pets her hair and wolf ears with a gentle touch, kissing her cheek and dipping lower to nip her scent gland. Giving slight mercy, she adds a third finger, stretching her out, tight walls fluttering around her digits.

Instead of clarity, Minjeong arches her back with a drawn out moan and curls into the crook of her neck. She keeps babbling for more, for her dick, to come. Drunk on the power trip she’s on, Jimin presses her thumb over her clit. She doesn’t circle it, doesn’t touch her the way Minjeong likes. It’s not enough to make her come, but it’s enough to stimulate her, her three fingers knuckle deep in her. “Jiminie,” Minjeong moans, high-pitched. “Please keep fucking me. Feels so good! Please, please-”

Swallowing her pleading with a kiss, her tongue stroking along Minjeong’s, she angles her arm to curl her fingers against her sensitive, spongy wall. Feeling her cunt tightening around her and how it flutters as it sucks in her fingers, Jimin pulls out with a cocky smile on her lips. “No. You can’t come yet. Not until you give me an answer. Why should I make you come?” The wetness of Minjeong’s slick clings to her fingers, shining with her arousal. “Begging won’t work, Minjeong.”

Minjeong retaliates to her harsh rigidity with her claws, dragging red angry lines down her back. “I can’t!” She wails, crying into the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“You can’t?” Jimin asks with a babyish drawl, capturing the omega’s chin between her wet fingers. “Or, you won’t?”

Clawed fingers curl around her wrist, aching for more. “Can’t! Fuck,” she whines, “I want you so much, Jimin unnie!”

A smug smile tugs the corner of her lips up. It’s done wonders for her internal confidence to have someone like Minjeong beg for her—to want her so much she’s pushed to the point of begging. No one in the universe can tear her down; she’s so sure of that. “I want you, too, Minjeongie. Stop making me wait.” Persistently, Jimin asks once more, “Why should I let you come?”

“Stop asking!” Minjeong snaps at her with a slight baring of her teeth, glaring at her with a fiery, pointed stare. “Don’t you see how much I want you?!”

“Tsk,” Jimin clicks her tongue, displeased. “Since when did you talk back to me like that? I’m your unnie. I should punish you for that.” She hisses through her teeth when Minjeong grows wetter on her fingers, a new gush of arousal coating them. Minjeong lies a quiet indignation to punishment as claws dig into her. “Fuck, should I? You’d actually like that.” Smiling with an entertained and cruel upturn of her lips, Jimin grazes a sharp claw down Minjeong’s sternum, tracing a J on her abdomen.

The haze of power is so dizzying Jimin forgets all about Minjeong and her stupid birth control. The thought drives her crazy. She’d breed her pups into her womb; that’s probably the closest thing to marking her name there. She can’t wait to see her omega pregnant with her pups, can’t wait to fuck her until she can’t walk, until she’s so full with her cum it spills out of her, sloshing and slipping everytime she thrusts into her.

“Either you answer me and I give you everything you want or I decide everything given to you.”

Minjeong holds her by her nape, the sharp, pointed ends of her claws pressed into her jugular. “You decide,” she growls, still so fucking defiant when she looks up at her. “Just make me come, baby.”

Jimin laughs, amused. That was always the plan.

“I got you something.” As if she isn’t meanly edging her, Jimin forces Minjeong to untangle her limbs around her, ignoring the pitiful cry it yanks out of her. Coming back with a cute, pink leash and collar, Jimin smirks. “For my sweet babygirl,” she says lovingly. And because Minjeong’s allowed her to decide, she fastens the soft leather around her neck. A heart-shaped ring sits perfectly in the front, a silver tag with “JM” inscribed on it. She traces the heart with a clawed finger. “Looks so pretty on you, darling. Do you like it?”

Minjeong first answers with an impatient huff. “I’d like it more if you fucked me, unnie.” She bites back a sassy retort, “How pretty is it on me if you won’t put your cock inside me?”

“You’re being a fucking brat right now,” Jimin lightly scolds, smacking her thigh with a harsh and loud slap, a pink handprint left on her porcelain skin. “I should play with you until you beg to be my little fuckdoll. Or maybe I can turn you into my slutty, needy cumdump.” She hums lowly at the thought, a muggy heat enveloping her, her eyes shutting with pleasure as she slowly fists her hard cock and twists her wrist around its bulbous head.

(God, she wants her so much it’s killing her to tease Minjeong like this. But she won’t let up; she won’t let Minjeong win the mind game this time.)

When Minjeong keens with a pathetic moan, wrapping her legs around her waist, Jimin presses a kiss atop her heart, feels how it pounds under her lips. Jimin memorizes this thrashing heartbeat, feels how her own heart syncs up with Minjeong’s.

She’s always so eager to fall into her footsteps—her heartbeat.

“I wanna do so much to you,” Jimin mumbles, licking a hot stripe up the column of her neck. A sopping wet sound when she slaps the girth of her cock between slippery, pink lips, grinding into her omega’s slick with a low moan. “I don’t know where to start.”

She looks up at Minjeong’s phone haphazardly suctioned to their smooth ceiling. They don’t have ceiling mirrors, this is the closest they’ll get to it.

As much as she likes missionary to witness how good she’s fucking her girlfriend with her own eyes, she’s willing to sacrifice her favorite position for a bird’s eye view of backshots. She loves this position too. She loves it when Minjeong presents herself to her. Craving, malleable, so needy all she can do is whine her name and cry for more.

“Who knew your phone case could benefit us both,” Jimin chuckles, amused by how silly it looks. Blanketing herself over her, Jimin nuzzles into her butterscotch wolf ears. “Maybe more me than you this time. Look at you. You look so pathetic for me, baby.” Tilting her head, smiling up at her phone, the sight of her wicked grin and Minjeong’s screwed up, needy face greets her. “This footage alone could probably make me come buckets. God, I can’t wait for you to see how fucking sexy you look when you’re so desperate for me. My perfect omega,” Jimin praises with a brief kiss, “I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll breed you until I can’t anymore. Every drop in you. Can’t waste anymore,” she blearily mumbles, teasing them as she grinds her reddish, leaking cocktip inside of her, gaping her tight hole with its girth. “Can’t let you waste anymore when I wanna put my pups in you.”

“God,” the blonde whimpers, her hot breath fanning over her skin. “I want that. I want your cum. I want your pups, want you so bad, unnie. Wanna make you my baby daddy, wanna call you the sire of our pups. Don’t leave me empty, Jiminie.”

No, Jimin refuses that. She completely refuses to do such an absurd—and evil—thing. She moans lowly, caressing her mate’s flat and toned tummy and imagining how she’ll look. First, full with her cock, the way her cockhead bulges and how it rubs against her slick and tight, velvet walls. Then, full with her cum, milked dry with her knot plugging her up—to keep all her seed in her. Finally (and Jimin shivers at the thought), her belly swollen with her pups.

“Present yourself to me, omega. Show me how much you want me. Show me how empty you are without me. When I’m satisfied, I’ll fill you up. I’ll give you my pups, Minjeong.” 

With her cheek pressed into her mattress and her ass up in the air to present herself, cleanly manicured nails and long and lithe fingers clumsily part glistening pussy lips.

She’s soaked—dripping. Her arousal leaks, slipping down a creamy, milky thigh.

She mustn’t waste that, Jimin thinks to herself. Spreading Minjeong’s asscheeks, an eager tongue laps up the slick that makes a mess out of her thighs. Even though she hasn’t even grazed her cunt, Minjeong’s hips stutter with a jerk. A firm grip on her tiny waist keeps her still.

“I wanna eat you out,” Jimin dazedly mumbles, nipping the plush of her asschecks with a bite. “Hurry up and satisfy me, baby.”

Minjeong must be feeling rash because she skips warming herself up, thrusting inside herself with three fingers. “Unnie,” she gasps, “I’ve space for you still. Even with my fingers inside me, I could fit you inside me.”

Jimin laughs, partly out of amazement and the pure wonder of what it’d feel like to fuck Minjeong with her fingers holding her pussy open, filling herself up more—as if her dick isn’t big enough to split her in half.

It’s incredible. It persuades her.

“Will you let me try?” She palms her ass with her hand before smacking it. “Do you really think you can fit me in with your fingers, Minjeong?”

“Try it,” she cries. “Just fucking-” she gasps when she feels a bulbous cockhead brushes against her entrance. “please, alpha, fuck me,” she begs. “Want you inside me! I can take it, I can take it all!”

(It’s tempting to just do it—to sheathe her cock inside of her. Just by how she gapes, Jimin knows she’s ready to take her.

But, she’s feeling spectacularly greedy. And Minjeong did say to take everything she has to give. She never said anything about how quickly; she’ll savor this.

Plus, Jimin is merely following instructions!)

“Hold yourself open for me, baby.” When Minjeong moans with a wanton groan as she parts her pussy lips, Jimin teases her once more. Minjeong doesn’t seem to mind very much when Jimin teases the outer rim of her entrance, making gentle passes over it with a flat tongue. The omega shudders with a shaky sigh, fingers slipping from how wet she is and frantically scrambling to keep herself open.

Jimin figures Minjeong’s done a perfectly good job at satisfying her. It only took pushing her this far to be given a hunger that mirrored hers when Minjeong relentlessly teased her.

It’s not cock in her cunt, but Jimin buries her face into pussy, dipping her tongue into her, greedily lapping up her arousal. She’s so wet. She’s so wet it smears on her cheeks, her chin, her nose when she adjusts her angle to suck her clit between her lips, quickly flicking over a hardened, little nub with her tongue. Her tang, that overwhelming toasted caramel scent, she smells her everywhere, wants her slick on her skin like it’s fucking lotion to rub in.

(Vaguely, she can hear Minjeong’s high-pitched cries. It pleases her to an unfathomable degree. She likes when her girl sounds so needy for her. It inflates her ego, makes Jimin feel like the alpha she’s always dreamt of being.)

“Your mouth,” Minjeong’s hips jolt, bucking into her tongue, “your tongue, fuck, feels so good, unnie! Keep eating me out, keep tonguefucking me, keep-” she moans wetly, “Jimin, I’m gonna come!”

Jimin moans disappointedly, moving away from her. Minjeong’s taste is so addicting, something about it makes her salivate when she thinks about it. If she smelled incredible, the taste of her was heavenly. She wasn’t ready to stop just yet, still yearning for another taste—just another lick. And maybe she will if her mate can take it, but she isn’t coming unless it’s on her cock.

“Jimin unnie!” Minjeong sobs, emptily grasping at air with her wet fingers and grabby hands. “Why?!”

“Not yet,” Jimin soothes, kissing the small of her back. “You can’t come yet.”

About to give in and give her mate everything she’s begged for, Minjeong interrupts her with a cry so gravelly and desperate it bleeds into her voice—wobbling and brittle, but so heavy with ravenous need. “Please! I’ll do anything, Jimin unnie! I’ll do anything! I’ll suck you off, I’ll take you in my cunt, my ass, I don’t care! I’ll be your cumdump, call me whatever you want—your bitch, your whore, your babygirl. Whatever you want! Just please let me come! I can’t take it anymore; I can’t keep clenching onto nothing. I’ll be good! I’ll be good! I feel fucking crazy!”

Jimin can’t help babying her, can’t help turning Minjeong towards her for a reverent and veneering kiss, a little sloppy when Minjeong reciprocates with an eagerly passionate fervor. This is everything she needed to hear. Spitting into her hand, as if Minjeong needs more lube, Jimin coats her cockhead with it.

Despite all the teasing Jimin’s done, her pussy is still a snug fit, fucking in and out the tight ring of muscles that swallow her girth and size just right. Her walls completely sleeve around her, so airtight and slick it’s impossible for Jimin to think anyone else was made for her. Slowly bottoming out, she wraps an arm around to play with the blonde’s aching, throbbing clit. “I got you, babygirl. You’re everything to me; I’ll give you everything you need. I’ll let you come, Minjeong. Just keep taking my cock like that; you are so fuckin’ perfect.”

Dazed, there is only one thing on her mind. There is no game. It’s only Minjeong. And the slow drag of her cock sinking into her velvety, pink pussy.

Steadying herself with the harsh hold she has on her hips, Jimin pants with a strain in her voice, “Love how wet you are for me, feels so good to be inside you. You’re this tight and you wanna fuck some fingers too? How’re you gonna make it fit?” Swallowing the knot in her throat, she rocks her hips into Minjeong, moaning with a breathy whine when she meets her thrusts. “What if I don’t fit?”

Robbed of her words, Minjeong babbles incoherently when Jimin ruts into her with hard and heavy thrusts, yelping out a squeak every time she dips her hips lower to fuck her better.

Jimin answers her own question. “No,” she groans with a low rumble in her throat. “I’ll fit. I’ll make sure of it.” She softly laughs in disbelief at the thought. She’s still in awe of her mate’s audacity and confidence. Minjeong? Take more? When she’s already pushing her cock out of her pussy when she comes hard enough? 

It doesn’t seem possible, but Jimin knows not to underestimate her gorgeous, ambitious, crazy stubborn size queen.

“Good thing you’re fucking soaked,” Jimin says, thoughts still swirling inside her head, luring the sleepy, satiated alpha wolf in her back into her heady fog of heat and flames that lick her muscles and the lining of her stomach. “I needa be super sexy for you,” she mumbles.

Minjeong, holding onto the smallest, thinnest shred of thought and coherence, begs, “You already are, dumbass. Please just make me come!”

(Now, Jimin should take offense to being called a dumbass. But Minjeong also calls her a dumb horny dog when she’s in her rut, so Jimin’s used to her calloused terms of endearment. She calls her dumb and then she begs like a needy bitch to come on her cock. Jimin can’t tell who’s more brainless between the two of them when lust and desire drown out their rationality.

It sinks in a beat late as Jimin scoffs a laugh at how they lack the softness they usually manage to maintain even in the heaviest of scenes. But she supposes, it’s not everyday they both get railed with their heat and rut cycles. And it’s her first rut after her contraction of Puppy Fever. It strikes her that she might’ve been a bit too cruel earlier; but she was only matching Minjeong’s intensity, only giving what was asked of her.

There’s something so liberating about allowing herself to let go, to be as rough as she wants, as callous and cruel as she wants. When it’s Minjeong, everything she does is done with love, and in this space, in their intimacy, she’s allowed the chance to not be the perfect alpha she’s trained herself to be for everyone else. At this moment, she’s Minjeong’s trained alpha. No one else’s.

And yet, there’s something about her sense of defiance today. It matches Minjeong’s. (Usually, she folds first. Her stubbornness is second to how much she craves Minjeong.)

Pulling out with a haggard moan, tugging her lip between her teeth in frustration, Jimin teases the outer rim of her entrance, only brushing her cockhead around it. Even if it’s hurting herself to stop, there’s something radically stubborn about her—Minjeong’s brattiness won’t go unanswered tonight.

Apparently fed up with waiting, Minjeong shifts forward and blurts a broken cry when she sinks her hips down her own fingers. Three of them. Three of them and still not as girthy. Jimin glares at the blatant disrespect. Fucking herself, when the cock she loves to use the most is right there. “What are you doing, omega?”

Minjeong snaps back with an angry bite, “Fucking myself, since you don’t care to do it for me. Since you fucking hate me and won’t keep your dick inside me. Jesus, Jimin, I’m in pain.”

Frowning at her tone but feeling guilty for making her wait for too long, Jimin folds to kiss her shoulder blade. “I don’t hate you.” She presses her weeping, throbbing cockhead against Minjeong’s fingers, “I love you. I love you so much. Now, keep your fingers there or take them out so I can fuck you the way you deserve. I’ll make that pain go away, I’ll show you how much I love you.”

Though Minjeong snarls back at her after reluctantly busying her hands with fisting her sheets, there’s a softer edge to it. “I swear, Yu Jimin, whenever you say shit like this,” she moans, taut, as Jimin bottoms out in a single thrust, “you fuck me into another universe.”

“I always talk like this, though?”

“Mhmm, you do,” Minjeong moans, far too fucked out to care about how she looks, taking her like this. “Don’t prove me wrong, alpha. Show me you love me. I won’t say it back until I feel it.”

A wicked smile grows on her lips.

Another game.

A game Jimin will never fail at.

She’s always good at showing Minjeong her love—and like Minjeong said, she always fucks her into another imaginary ecosystem of stars and planets, fucks her to the point of invention. It’s something Jimin takes great pride in.

“Why do you like to be so difficult, baby? Is this a challenge for me or you?” She spreads her asscheeks with handfuls, fucking into the omega with deep and snappy strokes, echoes of wet clapping banging around in her brain. “I’ll always fuck you silly. I’ll always make you feel good. But you? Is there something you have to prove? You know I can make you say it back before you’ll come on my cock. And,” Jimin moans, unable to hold it in, “I can feel how close you are.”

“Because, unnie,” Minjeong keens with a high-pitched cry, “I like to be your brat. I like pushing you around but I like it when you put me in my place.”

“Put you in your place?” Jimin repeats with a punctuated thrust of her hips after every word. “You just like it when I’m crazier for you than you are for me.”

“Aren’t you competitive?” Minjeong avoids agreeing with her, “Don’t you want to be the most obsessed?”

Jimin laughs with a sandpapery roughness, fully mounting her to fuck her as deeply as she can, to drop the weight of her hips into every thrust. “Calling me the most obsessed when you changed your entire life and body for me? I know you love me. You’re obsessed with me. Just as much as I am with you.”

Teeth biting into pale shoulders, ferality’s grip squeezes her brain, lights a wildfire deep in her bones. The second wave of her rut is coming—Jimin can tell. She can barely make out her muddled thoughts.

“I’ll make you say it back.” Jimin lolls her head back when fingers gently play with her heavy, sensitive balls, a white-knuckled grasp on her waist. “I love you so much, Minjeong. Love everything about you, but right now,” she moans, “I love your pussy. You’re so wet, you take me so well. Wish you understood how incredible it is to be inside you. No other fucker gets to know how good it feels when you-” she chokes as tight walls rub against her shaft, grinding into her thrusts the way Minjeong loves, “c- clench.” 

Jimin knows she has Minjeong exactly where she wants her because slippery pussy walls tightly clench around her without the command. “Shit, just like that!” She howls blearily, pulling Minjeong up and keeping hold of her around her torso, jackhammering her length into her. Unable to do anything but take it, Minjeong’s head lolls back, her eyes blurring as she watches how Jimin fucks her with such ease—how she holds her with her strong, defined arms, ramming her cock in and out of her—through the screen of her phone. Sharp canines nip at her bonding mark, a rumbled growl in her voice when she rasps, “How could I not love you? You’re taking me so well, greedy, little cockslut. No one’s gonna make me feel the way you do.”

So fucked out, blissed and full, Minjeong can only puddle into a pool of moans, a shudder in her breath when she babbles mindlessly. “No one better than me, unnie. No one’s gonna take you like I do, take all your cum, fuck you as good as I do, so drunk on your cock I look like a needy little bitch just to please you.”

A crisp smack blooms a red handprint on Minjeong’s right asscheek. Jimin sports a cocky grin. “You say all that but not I love you? You’re difficult even when I break you.”

“You like me like this, Jimin unnie. I know you do. You fuckin’ love it when I bite back.”

Jimin can’t help but to laugh thinking about how true that is—in every way. “Yeah, darling,” she utters, turning her head to kiss her sloppily, “I love it. Just as much as you love it when I fuck you like this.” 

(If Jimin’s favorite position is missionary, Minjeong’s is from the back—something about how she can just take her deeper, how Jimin can harshly hold her tiny waist in her hands, how she loves how big and strong Jimin looks when she towers over her with her monstrous cock rearranging her guts.

It’s not beating how Jimin can see the face she makes when she makes her come with her knot plugged up her pussy, but it’s a close second to see just how small she is. It lights a fire in her when she arches her back and pushes her ass up for her, fucking herself on it when Jimin isn’t being a pussydrunk asshole reaming her apart for her own selfish release.)

Something clicks. Somewhere in her rut, in this muggy fog, something clicks for the alpha. She hasn’t broken Minjeong yet. Not completely. Her stomach sinks with displeasure. She hasn’t fully attended to her omega’s needs. She hasn’t taken everything she has to give yet. Minjeong still has her bite.

This needs to change. But the best way she’s ever gagged that smart mouth of hers was with her dick shoved down her throat.

Oh, and a ball gag.

“I’m close, unnie!” Jimin hears—doesn’t mean she’s listening.

Minjeong is going to hate her. She is going to be pissed.

She’ll pay for it later.

It’s hard to think when she’s inside of her like this; she forgets everything but herself.

When Jimin pulls out this time, Minjeong warbles a shattered cry. And she cries and cries as Jimin leaves her on her bed—alone and vulnerable, aching for her, her touch and warmth, her weight and tight grip. “Don’t go!” Her cries shake, brittle. “Please don’t go, I love you, unnie, I love you!” She begs, despaired and frenzied, when Minjeong cries for her. Her body shivers and rattles, looks so fragile when she’s waiting for her with her ass offered up to her.

Jimin wishes it were an exaggeration but her heart chips every step she takes away from her. The distance from their bed to their toy box isn’t far but it feels like lightyears away. Still, she returns fruitful. Placing the item on the bed beside Minjeong, Jimin lays beside her to face her.

“Minjeong, I’m here, I’m sorry, baby.”

Bleary, sad eyes look back at her. Sticky tears on her eyelashes are like droplets shed by an angel. Jimin feels awful for making her cry like this—it rattles her, shocks the stupid alpha in her for being so brainless. She lightly pets her hair, only affirming her touch when Minjeong leans into her hand.

“I won’t leave anymore. I promise.” She kisses her shoulder softly, reverently. “I love you. I love you,” she repeats quietly, unable to breathe any longer without saying it back. “I’ll stay right here with you.” When Minjeong’s cries settle, Jimin cradles her cheek in her hand, wiping away her tears, and slides the toy she retrieved—white and pink, the ball gag they both wanted to experiment with. “Whenever you’re ready. Doesn’t have to be today.” She leans in, brushing her lips against hers.

Moving behind Minjeong again, she bends to kiss the small of her back, her asscheek where a reddened hand mark looks lighter and pinker, the notches of her spine. She widens her legs, making room for her head. Jimin’s sure that after that drop, Minjeong won’t be as ready as she was before, that she’d need something else from her.

The least Jimin could do was offer her face. Tentative kisses slowly trail up glistening thighs, softly breathing between wet pussy lips. When Minjeong shudders above her, hand threaded through her hair, Jimin tries a kitten lick.

Her girlfriend’s whiny moan encourages her. Steadily lapping with a flattened tongue and flicking her clit with the tip of it every time she ground her hips into her mouth, Jimin offers this as her penance—would offer her life if Minjeong would like it. Which inevitably happens when Minjeong suffocates her for a few seconds, tongue buried inside her, her nose smothered by her cunt.

“Again,” she pants, slurred and muffled, “Do that again. Until you come, until you’re ready to take my cock, whatever you want.”

When Minjeong sits up on her knees, her fingers comb through raven locks, looking down at her alpha with blown out eyes.

Jimin thinks that this is what it means to be a queen’s throne.

She will serve her purpose. She remembers what she’s made for. Not her own pleasure, that’s for damn sure.

“Wanna sit on your face and ride it, Jimin unnie,” she mumbles, already sounding far away.

(Minjeong did say she always fucks her into another universe.

Jimin doesn’t know any other way to fuck her soulmate.)

Jimin’s made for Minjeong’s pleasure.

Save a horse, ride a werewolf. That’s Jimin’s remixed approach to these prophetic words, “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” Jimin isn’t a cowboy (despite the lasso knot and throw she learned with the same rope she ties her lovely girlfriend with). But she is a werewolf! That would do.

Her hands fold over Minjeong’s waist, lowering her hips to her flattened tongue—eager to repent. Even with her rut-addled brain, Jimin thinks of Minjeong with sparkling clarity. Thinks of Minjeong, thinks of Minjeong’s pleasure.

She can never think about herself for too long, maybe it’s not in her. Minjeong’s got herself an alpha dedicated to servitude, Jimin thrives best when it’s her mate she’s thinking about. As exciting as it is to lose herself in power trips and let the raw desire of her alpha brain take over, there’s nothing as liberating as being Minjeong’s alpha—catering to her needs feels like catering to her own, she loves best this way.

Sex with Minjeong is more than just sex. It’s more than just hot and titillating. It’s more than just their ebb and flow of power and exchange of vulnerability. It’s freeing and empowering. It’s messy and imperfect, but they’re electric! They thrum with adrenaline, their hearts thump and skip and race.

And right now, it’s like she can feel her aching cock throb to the thundering of her heart. She feels it pounding against her temples, hears it in her ears.

She needs her.

Jimin needs her on her dick.

But, Minjeong needed her and she left her right on the precipice of coming so it’s her fault that she must amend first.

She mustn’t fail this one. She mustn’t ever let her girl feel unloved by her.

With pale tits in each hand, playing with her pink nipples in her fingers, Jimin abandons teasing to give Minjeong what she needs. It’s dirty and debauched, how Minjeong grinds into her mouth, holding her head down to use her tongue and buck into it. Jimin breathes in her arousal, drinks her in, dips the length of her tongue inside her, angling her neck awkwardly to thrust in a little deeper.

She tastes delicious. Against all odds, Jimin did end up giving her girlfriend head again. And despite the error she accidentally forced to get here, anytime her head is in between her girl’s thighs, she’s right where she wants to be. It’s heavenly to be here, to be surrounded by Minjeong and trapped between her legs, the best damn thing Jimin’s ever eaten right in front of her mouth.

She’ll never complain. Enthusiasm fuels her, decency is a long gone stranger. Jimin doesn’t care if Minjeong dislocates her jaw from bucking into her. That’s a personal issue. Jimin’ll just have to take her better. She doesn’t care about the saliva, doesn’t care about slick dripping down her chin and neck. She likes her girl messy.

And messy Minjeong is, arousal shining like a ray of sunlight between her thighs. She chases her release with shameless abandon, far too gone to even care about something as stupid as her dignity when she hasn’t come after being mercilessly edged. Minjeong is beyond words, left to moan and ramble Jimin’s name, calling for her alpha. Her hips sensually roll, an occasional swirl, but Minjeong doesn’t give her many breaks to breathe. Not that Jimin needs to. She’s a big girl and big girls can handle getting smothered by their soulmate’s pussy.

When Jimin muffles a moan, palming Minjeong’s ass with a bruising grip, it’s like the vibration of it echoes through Minjeong’s body—shuddering and keening a wet gasp. She’s close, Jimin can tell. She can see it on her face, in her voice, her intelligible words. She’s become numb to the ache in her jaw. She has more important needs to attend to. And it’s to hear Minjeong gasp. “I’m gonna come, please let me come. Please! Can’t take it anymore.” She babbles senselessly, rutting against the flat of her tongue.

Holding her restless hips to close her swollen lips around her throbbing clit, she sucks with harsh pulses and rapid flicking of her tongue. (As good as friction is, Jimin knows this is what Minjeong needs—that this is how she can make her come, how to see her fall apart and give her what she deserves.

Until Minjeong pushes her head away, Jimin is dedicated to that cause.)

Watching Minjeong fall apart from underneath her is one of the most beautiful things Jimin has ever seen—will ever see. Her hips buck with stuttered rolls before her body sags. Her face, the softness of her features, and the soft “o” of her swollen lips. It’s cute how she tries to keep her eyes open, so heavy-lidded and lustful. It’s like she doesn’t want to miss a second of being eaten out like this, so in control of her body and release like this. But, her lashes will eventually flutter with a heavy drag, eyes rolling behind closed eyelids, and it’s like she shatters into a million pieces.

It moves her.

It blows her away to witness something as sacred as this—divine as this.

Helping her ride out her orgasm, Jimin gasps breathlessly when Minjeong lifts herself up. 

Air smells like Minjeong.

God, she’s everywhere. Maybe it’s her wolf, or maybe she’s just delirious, but she sinks the sharp tip of her canines into the plush of Minjeong’s inner thigh—hard enough that it’d leave a mark. It fills her with pride. (Is this the thrill Minjeong gets when she tallies her creampies on her skin? Is this why she’s started to do it every time they do it raw? Which is becoming more and more frequent these days. 

Would it really be that terrible if she and Minjeong had pups? Jimin is finding it harder and harder to say no to Minjeong’s request for raw sex.)

With a clumsy maneuver, Minjeong’s lips slide between hers with passionate fervor, something grateful about the way she kisses her so deeply. When she pulls away, a sheen of her arousal is smeared on her chin and lips. Jimin laughs, tries to wipe it off with her wet hands—it’s hopeless, but at least she tried. She tucks her hand behind her head, might as well use it for extra cushion if she can’t cleanly take care of her girlfriend.

But Minjeong, on the other hand, is clever. The shirt Jimin itched to tear apart was a crumpled mess beside them on the bed. It’s now her towel as Minjeong cleans around her face.

“I made you so messy, unnie,” the younger giggles. “I’d say sorry but I think you liked it.”

Jimin has the audacity to have an embarrassed smile. She just shoved her face in her girlfriend’s pussy just to make her come and she loved every bit of it. But, she dares not lie. “I loved it,” she rasps happily. 

“Jimin unnie?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you ignore yourself for so long?”

“Whuh?” She says gracelessly.

Minjeong’s eyes lowered to her dick. “Look at you. You’re so red. And,” she gulps, “s- strained.”

Before Minjeong mentioned it, she hadn’t noticed how much she ached for contact. So pussydrunk, she was blind to her own arousal that begged for attention. It hadn’t felt like negligence until now. But she can feel it, not just the pain but her heartbeat in her cockhead, the blood rushing to her dick and leaving her numb anywhere else.

“Minjeong,” Jimin whines, canting her hips into the air, her cock even throbs with a neediness for release. “I need you. I’ll take anything—your hand, your mouth, your pussy. Whatever.”

“I thought you didn’t want to waste a drop and breed your pups into me?” Minjeong asks with a wicked grin.

“It’s not wasted as long as it’s for you. In you, on you. But if I’m in my rut, never,” Jimin’s eyes flash dangerously, “never make me come in something fake when I have you. Don’t piss me off.”

Minjeong blushes with embarrassment, apologetic when she looks up at her guiltily, “Sorry, unnie. I really thought you could do it.”

Jimin tosses a glare at her.

“I’ll listen next time,” her girlfriend corrects with a boxy smile. “Let me make up for it. Just sit back, baby. Lemme take care of you.”

As much as her heart swells at the love gleaming in Minjeong’s eyes, her body thrums with anticipation. When Minjeong straddles her hips and grinds the wetness of her pussy lips against her aching shaft, Jimin thinks this is what it’s like to burn like a star.

Guiding her cocktip inside her, Jimin’s sure she’s become a supernova swallowing up space, until it’s just her and Minjeong and the moon.

She’s being awfully poetic for someone who could come in a matter of minutes.

“Minjeongie,” she shudders, shallowly bucking into her heat, “I won’t last long.”

“That’s fine,” Minjeong says, kissing her with a cheeky smile. “I’ll just keep fucking you and making you come until you form a knot. I’m not wasting a drop.”

Jimin laughs a low chuckle, looking up at Minjeong with something akin to veneration in her eyes. “You’re my dream girl.”

Minjeong looks away for a second, a massive grin on her lips, flattered but loving it. “Shut up, Yu Jimin.”

“Make me,” she taunts with a grin.

“Yeah, I’ll fucking make you shut up,” Minjeong retorts, just as playful. She eyes the ball gag beside them.

Jimin gasps. And to think that was meant for Minjeong.

Excitement gleams in Minjeong’s eyes. “Can I, alpha?”

She squints at her. Minjeong knows what it does to her when she addresses her like this. It’s part of her silly mind games.

And Jimin loves her silly mind games! Sign her up!

“Uh huh,” Jimin nods, opening her mouth.

She was a fool to think Minjeong would shut her up just by riding her. Not when that damn toy was sitting there, waiting to be used. Now, she’s going to do both. Jimin sends a prayer to her Goddess. This is so fucking sexy she wants this to last. She doesn’t want to come like a prepubescent teenager, but she fears that’s all she has in her cards. Minjeong is a force to reckon with and Jimin loves her wreckage.

As Minjeong fastens the gag on her, she fixes her messy bangs with a loving touch. “I know you wanted to use this on me. Maybe next time. We can take turns,” she jokes with a slimy smirk.

About to quip back, Jimin finds it increasingly difficult to think when Minjeong rolls her hips.

She doesn’t play fair.

She’s gagged her with a ball like it’s a muzzle. And then she rides her dick.

Jimin was never meant to last long. Not when Minjeong is in charge of her. She calls her name but it’s garbled. Messy but not indiscernible.

Minjeong, the true brat she is through and through, smirks with a wicked upturn of her lip and mischievous glimmer in her eyes. “What did you say?” She drops her hips, heavy and rocking into her, clenching every time her cockhead fucks into her walls.

Had Jimin said anything? It’s hard to think.

All she knows is that she wants more.

“More,” she whines, spit dribbling out of the corner of her lips.

“What’d you say, unnie?” Minjeong’s wicked smirk turns cocky. “Your puppy didn’t understand you.” 

She’s diabolical.

That’s what this woman is.

Cunning, smart, witty, and with a penchant for brattiness.

She doesn’t even give her a chance to process what she’s called herself because Minjeong sits herself on her cock, swallowing her entire length between glistening pussy lips, impaling herself with stubborn dedication to take all of her and fight through the resistance of her tightness.

She needs her to move. She can’t take cockwarming. She can’t.

“Minjeong,” she groans incoherently, “Ride me, please. I need- it hurts. I-”

“I can’t understand you, baby.” Minjeong taunts, slamming her hips down with a wet clap, rolling her hardened nipples between her thumbs, reaching behind her to try to fit more inside her. “Dummy puppy can’t speak.”

She growls with frustration, gently raking her claws down her mate’s milky thighs. She’s so lost in the moment, so dazed by her arousal, so needy that she’s taken to chanting in her head—begging for her to move, to even just clench around her, something.

Minjeong’s gasp rips her from her fantasies, her pleading and unheard frustrations. 

“Are you that desperate, alpha? You’re using our bond to tell me you want me to make you come.”

“I- I am?” Jimin dazedly asks. She didn’t even know. She thought she was keeping that to herself.

“You sounded so pathetic and needy in my head, unnie. Why am I resting?” Minjeong mocked her voice by lowering hers. “You try taking nine inches. I don’t think you could take it as well as I do.”

“Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she awkwardly says, moaning between her words as Minjeong slowly rocks her hips into her. “Needa come,” she whines.

“Maybe if you shut up, I’d make you come.”

Jimin rolls her eyes. She’s silly to think she’s winning any games with Minjeong when she wants her this much. She closes her lips around the ball gag, arching a brow at Minjeong.

Minjeong, despite the little shit she’s being, has merit. Bouncing on her length, Jimin’s hypnotized by those velvet walls sinking down her inches—how it feels like a vision to even witness a magnificence such as her omega’s cunt taking her dick like she was made for it. The sight alone drags her closer to her release, the sopping clap of their sexes, how Minjeong closes her hand around her neck—applying just the slightest bit of pressure to mess with her breath.

“I’m close,” Jimin warns, both in her head and begging, scratchy and raspy, playing with her own tits. “Gonna come in you, please let me,” she pleads, locking Minjeong’s gaze with hers.

Clumsily, her fingers undo her ball gag to kiss her properly. “Come, alpha,” Minjeong smiles, delirious and electric. “Come inside me, baby. Fuck your cum into me, give me your pups,” she moans. Her breath hitches, her gasps higher-pitched, when Jimin plants her feet on her bed, tight grip on her waist when she jackhammers her cock into her. Minjeong’s hands press into her sternum, hold her shoulders to keep herself up through the ferociousness of her thrusts.

It’s a little too much when Minjeong continues to swirl her hips and grind into her, but the clenching and fluttering around her dick is second to her. Subconsciously, she circles her clit with a practiced motion, the strained and tightened knot in her stomach releasing when Minjeong comes. Frantically pulling her down to kiss her, Jimin moans between her words. “Minjeong, p- play with my balls, I’m gonna come!”

Sensitive and edged and so strung-out, her orgasm slams into her like a wall—her brain is silent for the first time the whole night. Serenity. Protection. Love. These are the only things that Jimin can feel, other than the euphoria of shooting her load in Minjeong.

Coming inside of her mate beats everything in the entire world. It’s nice to come in her hands, even better to come down her throat. But nothing is like coming inside that tight and wet pussy, those walls clenching around her girth, how Minjeong moans and sighs with such pathetic, salacious sounds. It’s like there is nothing else that makes more sense. Jimin is meant to come inside of Minjeong before two and two means four—it feels that fundamental to her soul.

When Jimin’s mind returns, Minjeong’s upper body is still folded to rest on her breasts, tracing a heart over the racing one in her chest. Her limbs feel like cement but that doesn’t stop her from caressing Minjeong’s back and hair, sweeping her hands over her ass and appreciating the soft curve of her waist.

“Jimin unnie?” Minjeong kisses her sternum.

“Hmm?”

“You drew blood,” she pouts.

“Whaddyu mean?”

“Jiminie!” Her girlfriend moves her hair and scolds, “You bit me really hard!”

It’s not a lot, but blood spills from her neck, near her scent gland—where her canines dug into her.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, my love.” A wet tongue licks up the mess, kissing the mark with soft lips. “I didn’t even know. Must’ve came really hard,” she sheepishly giggles.

“Must’ve?” Minjeong laughs. “You came so much your cum is leaking out of my pussy, Jiminie!”

“When we try for pups, that can’t happen,” Jimin deadpans.

“You swear like you run out,” Minjeong retorts, smiling. “You can just keep breeding me until I’m pregnant.”

Jimin beams a grin at her, her eyes shining like the moon reflecting the sun’s light, “You’re so right! Ugh, you’re so smart and hot, Minjeongie!”

Minjeong laughs, playing with her black werewolf ears, but Jimin’s face drains.

“Fuck."

“What?”

She blushes, palming her ass, “I’m getting hard again,” she mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I still need to tally you.”

“Tally me,” Jimin says. “How do you feel about wearing the ball gag this time?”

Minjeong giggles, taking the toy in her hands after scratching a red, inflamed tally on her lower abdomen. “It was really hot to see you gagged, unnie. I see why you wanted me to wear it.”

“So, will you?” She asks, definitely sounding more eager than she’d like.

“What’re you gonna do to me if I do?”

“Whatever you like.”

“Mmm,” Minjeong hums, unsatisfied, “that’s fun, but what would you do to me? What do you want to do?”

Jimin’s eyes widen at the realm of opportunity. There’s missionary, mating presses, backshots, fucking her on her side, carryfucking if Jimin is willing to risk dropping her again. She looks up to think some more, but laughs. “Ha! I forgot.”

“Hmm?”

“I forgot we were filming.”

Minjeong, too, looks at her phone, embarrassed laughter in her neck when she curls into it.

“What would I do to you?” Jimin repeats, a slow and thoughtful drawl in her voice. She looks up at Minjeong’s phone again, red light still recording. “Maybe I should finish what I started and fuck you from the back.”

It’s like Jimin can feel Minjeong’s excitement sing. The fresh bonding mark she bit into tugs something exhilarated in her heart.

“You want that, don’t you?”

The beautiful brown of Minjeong’s eyes glimmer with mirth. “I deserve it, don’t I?”

Pulling Minjeong in for a kiss, slow and passionate, Jimin caresses the pointed tips of her butterscotch ears. “You do, darling,” she coos sweetly. Taking the gag, Jimin holds it in front of Minjeong’s mouth. “Open up, Minjeongie.” Carefully fastening it on her, Minjeong looks so cute with it that Jimin attempts a kiss over the gag—clumsy but Minjeong giggles and it’s one of the greatest sounds in the world so Jimin doesn’t mind the awkwardness.

When Minjeong sets herself up, Jimin is no stranger to her position. Looking at them in their mirror, Jimin smirks at how submissive Minjeong looks in front of her: on her hands and knees, ball gag in between her teeth, ass up like Jimin needs to be enticed to put her dick inside her.

(She does not.)

Slipping her fingers underneath her pink collar, Jimin plays with its metal hoop. “I love this on you.”

Clambering up when Jimin tugs up on it, Minjeong’s hand cradles her cheek when she nuzzles into her, muffled and a garbled mess when she tries to talk. “‘s pretty on me, unnie. Thank you for getting it for me.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” Jimin smiles, understanding her completely and unwilling to tease her more. “Now, let me show you how much I love you.”

When Minjeong sighs, pretty and sweet and cute, she presses her cheek against their bedsheets.

Jimin looks up at the camera, their mirror, at Minjeong.

God, she was so stupid for pulling out earlier. She’s definitely busting inside her this time. She can already hear the gaping sound of her pussy, how hot and wet she’ll feel around her. All this time after edging Minjeong, she’s been teasing herself. Just the thought of finally giving in, of finally being able to make love to her girl without their silly little games makes her blood race with adrenaline.

No more pretenses, no more teasing, no more playing cool. This isn’t just intimacy between an alpha and her omega.

This is Minjeong. This is bringing her soul to Minjeong. This is Minjeong feeling how much she loves her.

Or, AKA: this is Jimin making love to her soulmate.

It’s what Minjeong deserves!

-

The crass would say it’s fucking. Boring, loveless, or just plain scientific, people call it sex. Jimin, the romantic at heart that she is, calls it ~making love~. And when it’s with Minjeong, love is made for hours, the sun saying good night to the moon, the moon casting a silver glow in the sky.

Tonight is no different. She has several tallies on herself, her teeth sink into Minjeong’s skin for the eighth time.

(She’s taken to biting instead of tallying her girl with a claw. Something about it doesn’t fit for the world’s number one babygirl.)

Minjeong, breathless, stares up at her ceiling, tired but bright eyes.

“I can’t believe you taped a portable charger up there.”

Laughter spills out of her, low and carefree. “We weren’t done! That means your phone isn’t done!” Jimin eyes her flaccid cock, flashing a worried look at her mate. “Are we done? If yes, I have some creams I want to try on you. If not, my dick needs a little break.”

When Minjeong giggles, lacing their fingers together, she cuddles into her arms with a sleepy smile. “Um, maybe a break, unnie,” she says sheepishly.

Jimin shakes her head in faux disbelief. “You are insatiable, Minjeong. I need two of me to help one of you.”

Minjeong’s still in the last waves of her heat and Jimin can tell because the black of her pupils swallow the pool of stars in Minjeong’s eyes.

“Do you know anyone that can do that?”

“What?”

Minjeong, blissed out, blabbers, “I dunno. Werewolves and witches exist. Which means, I’m guessing, vampires and sexy succubi and other fae exist.”

Jimin nods her head, unsure of where her girlfriend is going with this.

“Cloning you can’t be the craziest thing the supernatural could think of.”

Baffling idea aside, Jimin frowns, pouting at her. “I wouldn’t be special if there were two of me, though.”

Without missing a beat, Minjeong replies, cheeky, “But I’d have your cock in my mouth and my pussy, which I think is pretty special.”

Jimin zips her mouth. That would be pretty special. She can’t even fathom how it’d feel to have Minjeong like that, what it’d even look like. Would she get jealous of herself? Her brain might blow up if she thinks about this for too long, honestly.

Or, she’ll become fully erect as Minjeong laughs at her, poking her hardened penis with a mischievous grin. “You’re a freak, unnie.”

“Yeah, I match yours, baby,” Jimin smirks.

“We’re soulmates!” Her girlfriend boasts, caressing a gentle touch along the length of her cock, playing with her balls, swiping her thumb across the weeping mushroom head.

She can say the sweetest things while having her balls deep in her and still, Jimin swoons. “Yeah, we are, Minjeongie!”

Climbing atop her and raining silly kisses anywhere she can reach, Jimin caps off her playfulness with an ardent kiss, cupping her cheeks in her hands. “Gonna make love with my soulmate, breed her over and over, gonna be so in love with her for the rest of the history of the universe!”

Though Minjeong laughs, a twinkle in her eyes, she rubs her own belly with a pensive face. “I love you, Jimin unnie. I’ll have your pups one day,” she cheers quietly. “You know, the night you turned me, that was the first time I craved to have your pups. I came to the thought of it.”

“You…” Jimin blinks. “You did?”

Minjeong’s blush is about as red as her lips when she’s made them swollen and it turns her werepuppy ears down. “I think you’d be a great mom one day, unnie. Mom, partner, alpha of our family, our pack. I think you can do anything you set your heart on.”

Jimin has always understood love in multitudes—in words, affection, actions. Minjeong loves in multitudes. She loves in a kaleidoscope of colors—of people who changed her, loved her before, who she loves now. She is a stained glass window, made up of different parts and memories and emotions, and Jimin is the lucky dog who gets to see life from the eyes of a soul who loves the world the way Minjeong does, to call her her partner.

Her soulmate.

There aren’t two of her to make love to Minjeong, but there is one of her, a plethora of toys, and their mutually nasty desires.

It’s really quite perfect—everything about the two of them, Jimin knows, is perfect and written in the stars. That’s what makes them soulmates!

-

It’s funny what someone can do with their time. They could work, do their chores, rot in their bed or on the floor, run in the forest and howl at the moon.

Jimin spent hers, making love, fucking Minjeong into their bed. A good, old-fashioned missionary railing and knotting with a little fun flair! Meaning she knows she can fit a finger or two inside of her girlfriend to stretch her out while she fits the girth and length of her dick. It’s seriously impressive—Jimin shamelessly stared and stared until Minjeong harshly pinched her nipples for refocused attention.

Waiting for her knot to deflate, Minjeong plays with raven hair, petting her ears. “Why were you biting me so hard?”

“To count how many times you came.”

“Are you kidding? You couldn’t just tally me up?”

Jimin grimaces, disgusted. “I fuck you on your back and your belly and your sides. The thought of an open wound rubbing against anything grosses me out. I’m fine if it’s my body but I’d rather bite you and not infect you with our…” Jimin stalls, going aghast as she feels the dampness of their sheets underneath them. She looks away sheepishly. “Our mess,” she words lamely. 

Like she’s comforted by her consideration, Minjeong laughs incredulously, “You’re sweet for looking out for me in the smallest of ways.”

Jimin wishes she can accept the compliment. But she can’t.

Guilt throttles her.

“Jimin unnie?”

Minjeong probably sees it on her face. 

“Earlier on, I shouldn’t have left you. I’m sorry.” She implores. “I should’ve been thinking more clearly. I can’t be doing that to you. I wanted to make it up to you but I don’t think it sufficed. Can I-”

“Are you kidding?” Minjeong fiercely cuts in. “Don’t think it sufficed? Do I need to count the bite marks for you? Are you already forgetting how good you made me feel? Did your dummy horny wolf brain completely take over without me noticing?”

Jimin deflates, feeling admonished, practically whimpering back, “No.”

Minjeong sighs, long but lovingly, kissing her with a softness that melts the iciness in her heart. “I accept your apology. So, please let it go, Jiminie.”

It’s incredible. It’s like her brain chemistry already leads by the motto of, “happy wife, happy life.” (Except they’re not married. Not legally. (Yet.) But they are each other’s mated wolves in Yu-Jimin-declared Holy Wolftrimony so it’s basically the same thing. Synonyms if you will.) Already, the guilt covered in tar that was mucking up her throat loosens and dissolves.

Now that their heat and rut has passed, clarity no longer a stranger, Jimin addresses the lingering doubt in her mind.

Jimin sleepily caresses Minjeong’s belly. “You meant it. When you said you wanted my pups, you meant it.” Though Jimin doesn’t ask for her reassurance, Minjeong nods her head in agreement. “I…” Jimin pauses like she’s reliving the feeling, “it’s like I felt it. In my gut. You can tell me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am.”

With surety that leaves no room for contention of doubt, “I want to be the mother of our pups. Maybe not now, but when we can take better care of ourselves. I want to do this right, you know?”

When Minjeong turns her head to look her in her eyes, Jimin’s heart tumbles in her chest—excited and eager and so elated to be so close to the girl she loves.

That feeling hasn’t left her for twelve years, and it’s only grown unmanageably since the first time she felt it. Bond or not, Jimin knows she’s loving Minjeong until all the stars die and swallow the sky. And if they were nothing but floating particles, Jimin would find ones of matter—of Minjeong, and love her all the same.

“I understand, baby. I’ll work hard so we can get there. I’ll work hard every day of my life if that means we could eventually bring a child into the world, taught by people like me and you.”

And best yet, she does have this bond.

(At such a young age too. Some alphas die looking for their mates, some choose to die alone. And for so long, even if her heart turned a blind eye to the truth, she would have died alone if Minjeong didn’t accept her that second night at their hideout.

Jimin could have never recovered after Minjeong. Her soul is tied with hers, like the shadow that follows Minjeong’s heart wherever she goes.

She couldn’t fathom how she could love anyone else. She’d have willingly endured life alone for someone who wouldn’t look twice at her. Loneliness was a friend to her. God, these thoughts would keep her up at night, haunt her, sneak into her dreams. She’s seen Minjeong leaving her, her back fading away, deaf to any of her cries and pleas. She has screamed her throat raw to protest her rejection, saying anything to bring her back. Jimin’s had these nightmares, carried these demons inside of her like they’re hers to own. These skeletons terrified her—they still do, a healthy fear that keeps her accountable.

The startling grimness of her past reality before is a deep scar she can never forget about. It’s jagged and branded across her heart.)

But, the moon loves her. Yes, She does, because She gave her a mate who could love her back—just as intensely. And not just love, but fight and bicker. She gave her someone enthusiastic about the beauty of life and love and the joy that comes of it, someone fiercely protective of preserving the world and its fruit.

Jimin is made with the bloodline of wolves deeply intertwined in the history of the world. Their blood bled into the ground, grew trees that lofted and decomposed, became the foundation and bedrock for a home. She is of the world and its fruit, which means Minjeong loves her dearly.

As much as she loves being told, she could go the rest of her life without hearing a single “I love you”. She could never forget it when Minjeong loves louder than words. Louder than actions. Louder than anything Jimin’s ever known or witnessed.

She’s the single greatest wonder of her life, and somehow, she’s all hers.

And she wants her pups! There are so many dreams and wishes to be had, things she needs to do to prepare herself for that role. She’ll happily take on this duty to Minjeong, to their future children. It’s hard not to get ahead of herself, but Jimin’s always dreamt of being a mother. The moon might’ve given her Minjeong, but Minjeong will give her their children.

There is only one other Jimin would bow to.

-

“That shirt fits you nicely.”

Baggy and down to her mid thigh, Minjeong wears her “BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN” shirt, covering Jimin’s “I <3 MY GF” boxers. It’s a little rumpled, but it’s clean. (AKA: not covered in cum.)

Looking at its size on her, Minjeong guffaws. “It’s massive on me, Jiminie.”

“I know I have the monster alpha cock between the two of us, but we both know who Big Dick is, baby.”

Minjeong smirks with a cheeky, cocky grin. “Glad you know, unnie.”

“Should I try on your shirt?”

Minjeong laughs, reaching over for it to throw it at her. “It’ll look like a baby tee on you!”

“That’s fine!” Jimin smiles cutely, “You love when shirts are a size too small on me!”

Jimin, with “TOWN” printed across her chest, puffs it proudly and jokes with a hand over her heart, “Big Dick is back in Town! In my heart!”