Moonchild | ot7 | Thirteen

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

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

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

Chapter Warnings: Ohhh, I wonder what’s going on…

WC: 7K

Seokjin was in the kitchen, heating up a skillet on a stove top. The pancake batter was resting on the side and the blueberries were ready to be used. All he needed was for you to be coming down for breakfast so he'd start making your current favorite breakfast dish.

"Still sleeping." was Yoongi’s warning as he walked into the kitchen after checking in on you.

"Still?" the eldest sighed, turning the knob to kill the fire.

"Growing wolves need their sleep." Yoongi joked, leaning against the kitchen counter and reaching for the small bowl of blueberries.

"Yah, don't even think about it–" Jin snapped, slapping Yoongi’s hand away. "That's all I have to put in her pancakes, the red berries are all gone."

"Didn’t we go to the market yesterday?" the younger boy frowned, not really excited about having to make another trip into town to get more food, if theirs were to be running low.

Seokjin shrugged his large shoulders and turned to the small pantry where they stored food; cans and snacks he was sure were there last night, went missing this morning. Not that missing food in a house full of hungry wolves was a rare occurrence in the first place, but things had been weird in the Bangtan house for the past three days.

"Do we think she's coming down with something?" the eldest asked, turning around to see Yoongi popping a blueberry into his mouth and smiling sheepishly at the reprimanding look he got. "She's been sleeping a lot more."

"Maybe. Humans are fragile little things." Yoongi hummed as he left the kitchen. "You should get some medicine when you go to the market next."

"Hey, you're the one to–"

Yoongi ignored his only hyung in order to slip out of the kitchen and into the living room, where Hoseok and Namjoon were sitting on the couch. It was a particularly cold morning, rainy and dark, which Yoongi knew you'd love, so the fireplace in the corner was on and the fire was cackling.

Wolves didn't really need all that extra heat, but ever since you joined the pack, they did their best to make their den comfortable and warm for you.

The rain that you liked so much might even explain why you had been sleeping for twelve hours straight, a pattern that had been repeated for the past three days; ever since the mating ceremony, actually.

"We asked around and no one knows anything." Namjoon was telling Hoseok when Yoongi sat down on a corner.

"Maybe we didn't ask the right people?" Hobi insisted, despite the leader's clear intent in ending the subject. "She can hear us, Joonah. You can't blame that one off to coincidence."

The leader knew that. As much as he wanted to, that one was something that he couldn't easily explain. Even if he desperately wanted to. Because now that you had proven time and time again that you could hear them in your mind, even if faintly at the best of times, Namjoon couldn't say he had you figured out anymore.

You were human, he still didn't have any doubts about that. But maybe that's not all you were. And the alternative scared him.

"Can't we just… Let this go?" Namjoon sighed heavily, resting an elbow on the arm of the couch and his face on his hand. "Let's just be thankful that we got her with us. She's safe and she's ours. That should be enough."

"It is enough, Joon," Yoongi peeped, biting the corner of his thumb. "But aren't you curious? As to how a human bonded with seven werewolves?"

Namjoon didn't answer, because of course he was curious. He had so many questions when it came to you, and infuriatingly enough, he had no answers to any of them.

As to why or how you were changing so much after you started living with them. And that was terrifying for someone like him. Someone whose entire existence was based on the fact that wolves and humans couldn't coexist together. Namjoon was fighting with the Southside for this very reason; ignoring the South's wrongful way of doing it, or how they were looking for supremacy and not equality.

So the fact that you, someone who was just thrown into their lives by chance, was fitting in so well with Namjoon’s pack, was terrifying.

"Has any of you seen Kook?" Jimin’s blonde head peeked through the corner, not wanting to interrupt the impromptu meeting, but trying to find the maknae.

"He was in the shed cutting firewood." Hoseok supplied.

Jimin sent the hyung finger guns with a wink, making the older man chuckle. The third youngest turned around and walked to the entrance of their house, picking up a coat that he knew belonged to Tae, drowning in it the moment he put it on.

Hoisting the hood over his head to protect his recently blow dried hair from the light rain that was starting to lose force, Jimin ventured out.

He almost tripped as he walked into the porch, as gifts, flowers and fruit baskets lined their entrance. It was always like this after events like the mating ceremony; where wolves that grew interested in any member of the pack would send them gifts and letters in hopes of getting a reply.

Surprisingly enough, the alphas weren't the only ones receiving those offerings this year, as many had been sent to you.

A fact that very much annoyed –and confused– all of them.

Skipping a few chocolate boxes, hoping they weren't ruined by the rain, Jimin tucked his hands inside the front pockets of the hoodie and walked down the stairs to step on the gravel of their front yard.

Their shed was a wood structure tucked away to the side of their house, near the forest, space a little smaller than a bedroom. That's where they kept away their tools –mostly belonging to Yoongi– and extra pieces of firewood for the fireplaces. Now that you were with them, they kept it well stocked.

"Jungkook-ah." Jimin was calling as he knocked on the slightly ajar shed door, hearing as the hammer noises stopped. "Taehyungie and I want to know if– what are you doing?"

The maknae was in the middle of the shed, surrounded by wood planks lined side by side to form a pallet, nails, a hammer, cutting tools and a measuring tape.

"Nothing." was Jungkook’s rushed reply, delivered with the snapping of his neck and widening of his already big eyes.

Jimin tipped his head to the side and raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but Jungkook didn't supply him with further explanation, merely turning around to continue whatever he was working on.

"Are you making a new bed?" Jimin asked as he walked a little deeper, hood falling off his head so he could look properly at Kook's project. Jungkook’s reply was in the form or an agreement grumble. "What’s wrong with yours?"

"Not big enough." he said under his breath, lips jutting out in a side pout. "Or sturdy enough."

"Why do you need it to be sturdy– You know what, nevermind, what you do in your spare time is your business." Jimin shook his head as he watched Jungkook’s cheeks turn red. "How long have you been working on this? Looks pretty good."

The base for Jungkook’s new bed didn't look like a job that could be done in a day, clearly the maknae had been working on it for a while, with the way it looked. It didn’t have a bed frame, nor was it very tall. If anything, it’d be very close to the floor, which seemed a little weird to Jimin as he watched Jungkook work.

But then again, to each their own preferences.

The door of the shed creaked as it opened one more time and Jimin didn’t have to look to see who it was. Arms wrapped around his waist and a nose dragged against his neck, making him melt and purr. Taehyung’s words were dragged and his voice was deep like a bottomless ocean as he said:

“No wonder I couldn’t smell you,” Taehyung’s lips were pressed against the column of Jimin’s throat as he mouthed and licked at his scent glands. “You’re drowning in mine.”

“Your hoodie is more comfy than mine.” the blonde man justified the hoodie theft with a small, cute giggle.

“That’s because you insist on wearing tight ass clothes.” the tall man rebutted, nose drawing against the shell of Jimin’s ears, feeling the older wolf tremble and let out delicious little whines.

“That’s the first time I’m hearing you complain about that.” Jimin scoffed, pressing his ass against Taehyung’s crotch, making him chuckle boyishly.

Jungkook’s groan was long and pained as he stared at his two hyungs with a mixture of envy and disgust.

“Can you two not do this here?” he asked with a whiny tilt and a half pout.

“Don’t be jealous, Kookie, you can always come cuddle with us too.” Jimin offered, opening his arms to the young boy and flexing his fingers like a claw machine trying to grab onto the cutest, pouty prize.

“I don’t want to cuddle with you.” the boy said under his breath, tearing his eyes from the snuggly boys. “Can you excuse me? I need to finish this.”

Jungkook didn’t have a lot of time to finish his new bed after all. Besides, there were a lot of preparations he needed to make, more snacks he had to sneak out of the kitchen without Jin hyung catching him, blankets he needed to wash and then cover in his scent.

It was too much! He didn’t need Jimin and Taehyung being all glued to each other, their scents starting to sweeten enough for Junkook to start to feel affected by it. And dealing with a boner while using sharp tools was not the best idea.

“Let’s go, Jiminie.” Taehyung feigned being offended. “Let’s go wake Yn up.”

“No, let her sleep!” Jungkook snapped to the hyungs, who eyed him suspiciously.

“Hyung said she needs to eat.” Taehyung supplied, already pulling Jimin away by his hips.

“Then I’ll–”

“You will finish your crafts. And I’d put hyung’s tools in their right place if I were you.” Jimin warned and Jungkook deflated.

Taehyung and Jimin felt the shed, leaving the door open so the fresh air could get in and dissipate the scent both of them undoubtedly left behind, not wanting to bother the maknae with their hornyness as Kook was obviously not in the mood.

They were too late when they made it back to the house, to their own disappointment, as Jin hyung told them Yoongi hyung had already been sent on the mission of waking you up, since they apparently took too long.

Upstairs on the second floor, Yoongi was carefully opening the door to your bedroom, not trying to startle you awake. He was holding a tray with one hand as he pushed the door open with the other, placing it on top of your dresser before taking a good look at your sleeping form.

Yoongi could hear your soft breathing and the little sounds you made as you slept soundly; so small a human wouldn’t be able to pick up on. You were laying on your side, with your back turned to him, as the few rays of sunshine seeped through the messily closed blinds that covered your balcony doors.

He was planning on calling for you, waking you up from a distance. But you just looked so soft. And it was obvious you had showered before going to bed, as Yoongi couldn’t smell any of the pack members on you; only your addictive vanilla and sakura scent. Maybe he’d been standing there for too long and his presence was somehow felt by you, as you started to stir.

Yoongi had no choice but to pull your covers up so he could slip into the bed with you. It was obviously the only option available to him at that time. At least according to the annoying inner wolf that wouldn’t leave him alone until he draped himself around you; arms circling your waist and pulling you into him, face hiding in the back of your neck, sniffing your hair.

Like a fucking creep.

But the little sight you let out was of nothing but bliss.

“Yoon?”

You weren’t sure the voice was your own as you were just waking up, one foot still in the delicious limbo that was right between reality and dreamland. You knew it was Yoongi that was spooning you, however, could recognize the thickness of his arms, the warmth of his chest, the deep rumbles leaving his throat that made him sound more like a cat than wolf.

“Time to wake up, pup.” he said, voice sweet as molasses.

You huffed a complaint, sleep still heavy in your bones. You turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his middle as your face rested between his pecs. Yoongi held you just a little tighter, kissing the top of your head a few times.

“Good morning.” you greeted, stretching your legs and tangling them with the man’s.

“It’s the afternoon.” Yoongi chuckled and it sounded even better when delivered right against your ear.

“Dammit, did I sleep in again?” you complained, muffling a yawn against his chest.

“Mhmm. Was starting to worry us.”

“‘m sorry.” you mumbled.

“I’ll forgive you if you let me kiss you.” you could hear the blush on his tone, Yoongi wasn’t one to ask for things, much less a kiss from you.

“Nooooo. I have morn–afternoon breath!” you hid deeper into his chest.

But Yoongi was having none of it as his hand dragged up your back, slipping into your hair at the base of your neck, the little squeeze coaxing you into looking at him. “Don’t care, sweetheart. Bet you still taste just as sweet.”

You couldn’t say no to that, especially not with the way his lips looked so pink, soft and absolutely delicious. You gave him a little nod and allowed Yoongi to press his mouth against yours, moving slowly when he wanted you to grant him entrance. And you’d open more than your mouth if he kept gently tugging on your hair like that.

The first swipe of Yoongi’s tongue against yours had you moaning. The sound made his fingers tighten their hold and his tongue pushed deeper, turning the kiss into a sloppy mess in no time. Both of your hands held him by the neck, already knowing he was into that, and it only made the man kiss you harder.

In a swift movement, that was only possible because he allowed you to, you pushed Yoongi onto his back, climbing on top of his body without breaking the kiss. The man under you groaned as his hands held you by your hips, fingertips so close to your ass that you pushed back against them.

You took Yoongi’s bottom lip between yours, sucking on it gently, hearing his hums of appreciation as you took a little bite. Pressing your hips down, just a little harder, you felt his hardening cock against the inside of your thighs, the two of you moaning in tandem.

“You need to eat, sweetheart.” Yoongi warned you, pulling his lips from yours.

“Are you offering?” you teased with a cheeky grin on your way to his neck.

You felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard when your lips met his beautiful neck, so fair you were absolutely sure you could make it look even prettier. Your hips were rocking back and forward as you adjusted yourself on Yoongi’s lap so his cock would rub deliciously against your clenching pussy.

You were both too covered for your own liking, but it still felt good, and at the moment you were too distracted with kissing and licking at the meaty part of the man’s neck, where you knew he tasted the sweetest.

“Yn–” Yoongi’s voice came out more choked than he intended to.

You felt so good on top of him that it was a real task of self control as his fingers were itching to slip to your ass and his inner wolf was begging him to ‘taste her, make her feel so good she won’t want anyone else’. But he couldn’t, as much as he would love to give you what you both clearly wanted right now.

But the unspoken rule the pack had, when it came to courting you… He couldn’t break it. Being one of the oldest alphas, he had to set a good example. Yoongi couldn’t sleep with you, none of them could, not before you chose one of them as yours.

And it was really fucking hard to say no when you were rubbing yourself on his aching cock, the whole room smelling of your arousal –and his, at this point–.

“Yoongi, please–” you whined so cutely, Yoongi would have caved if he didn’t hear steps coming up the stairs.

You were moved so fast you got whiplash.

One moment you were getting off by dry humping Yoongi, and the next you were laying on your back and Yoongi was sitting up against your headboard. Not even a second later your bedroom door was being opened and Seokjin was asking:

“How are the pancakes?”

The eldest paused, frozen in place as he stepped fully into the room. Not only could he smell you in the air, but you were sure you looked like a real mess; red bitten lips, glossy eyes, hair all over the place. Yoongi didn’t look much better, as his face was flushed red.

When Jin looked at your dresser, you followed his line of sight and noticed the tray of food there, cooing as Yoongi brought you breakfast –brunch– in bed. Which had clearly been cooked by Seokjin.

Before he could scold Yoongi, you threw your legs out from under the blanket and scooted to the edge of the bed on your knees. Jin was quick to move and catch you when your upper body reached for his.

“Hi, Jinnie!” you chirped happily as he took all the steps needed for him to be standing in front of you by the edge of the bed.

“How did you slee–”

You didn’t let him finish his question as his plush, pouty lips looked way better than the pancakes he cooked for breakfast. You held his face with your small hands and pressed your lips against his, licking into his mouth as his surprised gasp allowed you to. Jin circled your waist on instinct as you kissed him and he did his best to kiss you back.

What’s up with her? Seokjin’s question was aimed at Yoongi, but you still heard it. Pulling away from the alpha, you complained:

“Don’t talk to him while I’m kissing you!”

“Oh, I forgot you can hear us now.” Seokjin looked at you sheepishly, going back in for a couple more kisses.

“I was just about to feed her your pancakes–” Yoongi started with a terrible excuse that the elder did not believe for a second.

“You can go now, I’ll take it from here.” Seokjin informed him. “Go look for Jungkook and make him eat too.”

“That’s okay, hyung, you can relax–”

“I will relax when my pack is fed, now go!”

It was rare when Seokjin used that deep, confident voice. It was still enough to make Yoongi sigh out loud, slip a hand under the covers to adjust himself, and leave the bedroom with an obvious erection between his legs. You wanted to ask him to let you take care of it before he left, but something told you Seokjin wouldn’t like that very much.

“I like it when you use the hyung card on them.” you told him, hands on his shoulder as he was still holding you close. “It’s so sexy.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled and you hummed, kissing his collar bones as you couldn’t reach his neck. “Then you better eat or you might not like it when I use the oppa card on you.”

“I might have an oppa kink, you don’t know.”

“What is it with you today?” Jin pried you away from him as he took a step back and you had no choice but to fall seated on the mattress, crossing your arms as a scolded child. “Please eat, doe, the pancakes are already getting cold.”

You felt a little guilty as Jin brought the tray to the bed and placed it in front of you. The alpha had clearly gone through a lot of trouble to cook the fluffy, blueberry pancakes, covered in syrup and icing sugar just for you. And you let it go cold while you messed around with Yoongi.

“Thank you for the food, alpha.” you told him with the bow of your head, grabbing a fork to dig into the small pile of pancakes.

“There’s the good girl I know.” Seokjin smiled, clearly a lot more at ease now that you were eating.

When he took a couple steps away from the bed you got a little scared and asked:

“Wait, where are you going? Won’t you stay?”

“I’m not leaving you, doe, just need to open the doors a little bit.” he said, walking to the curtains to pull them open, alongside your balcony doors. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist you much longer if I don’t let some fresh air in.”

You could tease him and tell him that was enough reason for him to lock the room shut, but you didn’t want to upset him further. Maybe after you ate everything, you could offer yourself up as dessert.

For now you focused on eating the pancakes and drinking the warm juice.

The breeze coming into the room was cold, but you didn’t complain about it. Seokjin obviously noticed it, he knew you weren’t able to control your body temperature as well as his kind did, so he sat near you so you could share his body heat. And in the meantime, you breathed in his fig leaves and coconut scent; a fresh breath of summer at the beginning of winter.

“I have a question.”

“If you can ask it while eating, you can make as many as you want.” Seokjin said and you ate a bigger piece of the pancakes.

“Does the mating ceremony happen every year?” was your question after you swallowed the bite you were chewing.

“It would happen every month if the elders had their way.” Seokjin said with a little laugh.

“Is mating really that important?” you asked and Seokjin didn’t begin to answer you until you continued eating.

“Well... Wolves won't really accept to breed with anyone but their mates, so if a wolf doesn't mate, they won't have pups, and eventually the pack will dwindle, lose strength and end.” was his lengthy answer and you nodded softly with raised brows.

“Makes sense, I guess.” you nodded, taking a big gulp of the freshly squeezed juice to wash the food down before you asked: “So even when we have sex, you won't want to breed me, just fuck me? Since I'm not a wolf and I can't be your mate.”

“Does that bother you, little doe?” Seokjin’s gaze was intense as you shared a look.

“Which part?”

“Both. Either.” he shrugged.

“I'm not sure about the breeding part. I guess I never really thought having babies was really in my future.” you told him honestly, the little smile forming on your lips was creeping up on you as you admitted: “But ever since meeting Sol and Luna... those twins are really cute.”

“Do they make you want to have pups?” the wolf asked you with the fondest smile that made your face flush.

“I guess they did.”

Seokjin’s smile faltered as the reality of it sunk in on the both of you. “Baby... it's not that we wouldn't want to breed you. Believe me. I know I do.” he said as his gaze fell to your lips. “But your body just wouldn't be able to take it.”

“Ah.”

“I'm not sure conceiving would even be possible in the first place... And then in the off chance that it is, it would be a risky pregnancy at best.” he carried on, and all that talk about conceiving, breeding, getting pregnant, was making you feel some type of way. “We don't know how the pups would react inside of you and if they turn... your body would not only reject them, but you might not survive.”

“Well, this took a somber tone.” you let out a small breath, no longer able to eat the last piece of your pancake.

“I'm sorry, just thought you should know.” Seokjin offered you a closed lipped smile as he took the tray away and put it on the floor.

“Why?”

“Because we're courting you. And if you accept any of us, you need to know everything you'll be giving up.” he said and you only nodded. “And having kids is one of those things.”

“Are you okay with that? Any of you... whoever I pick, I'll be taking away your chance of having pups.” you pouted with a heavy heart. Taking that away from them wasn’t something you ever wanted to do.

“We all knew that before we asked for permission to court you.”

You wanted to do something nice for the pack.

Give back to them, when they had been doing so much for you, giving you a home, keeping you well fed and happy. Never in your adult life had you gone so long without working. You weren't the kind to sit idly and let men take care of you. But the current situation you found yourself in at the moment was a little more complicated than that.

And your initial idea of asking Felix for a job at his flower shop went out the window after Kook got into a fight with the wolf’s pack alpha.

The rainy weather outside was making you needier than usual, softer, in dire need of a cuddle. You knew very well that you could just come up to any of the men and –quite literally– cling to them and none would complain or send you away, but you couldn’t choose.

Today you wanted all of them. You needed to know you were covered in their scent, you needed to feel like you belonged to the pack and that you weren't just a jobless charity case.

That's when you had an idea.

After dinner you excused yourself from the table, after Taehyung offered himself to wash the dishes, and rushed upstairs to the playroom.

You stood in front of the couch, hands on your hips as you looked at what you had to work with. While you could just pull out the extension to make it long enough it would feel like a bed, it wasn’t good enough.

You didn't really know what you were doing when you started to move things around, pushing the couch all the way to the very back wall of the room, leaving the middle of it free for you to create your masterpiece.

The floor was covered in a soft carpet, which was a good base, but it wasn't enough. Thankfully you knew where the boys kept extra blankets, but as you stood in front of the linen closet, none of the fluffy blankets were what you were looking for.

It didn't feel right to use clean blankets, it would be so much easier to get the throws and blankets the pack was already using! They would have to wash those soon anyway! You might as well grab them instead.

You weren't doing the best job of moving inconspicuously in a house full of wolves, especially as you dragged the big couch cushions from the living room, all the way up to the second floor. It was even harder to hide you were up to something as you went into each of the boys' rooms to grab their blankets off their bed.

While some of them were laying on them.

But you were a woman on a mission and you would have the best movie night ever!

Organizing the cushions on the floor was a bit of a hassle as you wanted to make the lying space big enough to hold the eight of you comfortably, but not large enough for everyone to be spread so far apart from each other. Far from you.

The second challenge was covering the cushions with a few of the blankets to make sure the cushions wouldn’t slip away from each other and you’d all fall between the cracks and end up on the floor. You were starting to get really stressed about it, having to stop and sniff the blankets to calm yourself down.

You supposed that’s why the more holistic people liked to smell essential oils and even dab them on their skin in order to relax.

You were very happy to note that, after spending a good thirty minutes making sure the cushions were being held tight by a few of the blankets, that you still had a few of them left to use as actual blankets to cover yourselves with.

Something’s missing, you thought to yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip. Pillows! Of course, where would you lay against if there weren’t any pillows?

Namjoon was lying on his bed, with a book in his hand, when you walked into his bedroom once again. If you were any of the others to walk into his room without knocking or asking for permission, they would have a problem. But it was you, so it was okay.

You looked so focused as you went in there a second time –just twenty minutes ago you walked in to grab a blanket and walked out–, that he didn’t have the heart to ask you what you were doing.

There was a determined pout on your lips as you tugged on the pillow he was laying against that Namjoon hunched forward so you could pull it out and take it away. Without uttering a single word, you turned around and left his bedroom.

It was the confused groans from his packmates that made the leader close his book and leave his room to find an equally puzzled Hoseok and Yoongi coming up from the basement, as you rushed up the stairs with three pillows in your arms.

The heck is going on? Hoseok asked them, already following you to the second floor.

Was it her making all that noise? I thought the kids were play-fighting again. Yoongi said as he followed.

When the three alphas reached the second floor, Jimin, Taehyung and Seokjin were already there, standing in front of the door to the playroom. All of them were letting out all kinds of happy noises, which only made the three others even more curious.

Standing behind Jimin, the shortest of the three, Namjoon could look into the room and see what the fuss was about.

Is she… Nesting? Taehyung sounded so full of wonder and elation that Jimin purred louder.

Namjoon tried to come up with a logical explanation as to why you went through all that trouble to create a huge bed in the middle of the playroom, but he fell short. No matter what he tried to tell his pack, even he could see that it was a nest. A great one at that, filled with comfort and soft cotton blankets, many pillows, and a perfect mixture of all of their scents, so they would all feel welcomed on it.

If you were an omega, this would have been a way for you to deal with whatever stresses you were under; the mating ceremony, Jungkook’s fight, the sudden ability to listen to them in your mind.

Since you weren’t one, Namjoon could guess this was a way for you to distract yourself as you got bored from being cooked up inside the house, maybe you had so much energy from sleeping for so long that you wanted to get moving.

But he could see how glossy and blown out your eyes were, how you were moving on pure instinct. Maybe you didn’t even know you were nesting in the first place.

And the leader couldn’t deny how this was something he had dreamed of for a very long time. A sweet, caring and nurturing omega making something as nice as this for his pack. Going through all of that, just for them. So much so that he let his wolf win, just for tonight, and accept this without questioning.

But first he needed to make sure you were okay and this wasn’t the result of anyone’s pheromones messing with your head again.

Namjoon walked into the room, but was careful not to get too close to your nest. Another wolf shouldn’t go into an omega’s nest without explicit permission or invitation to do so.

“Little wolf?” he called for you, listening as your heart started beating incredibly faster. Behind him, Jimin cooed.

You turned around then, suddenly growing shy as you saw the six of them standing there, watching you. You linked your hands together in front of you in a way of self soothing and accepted as Namjoon walked closer to you.

“What’s this, huh?” the alpha asked with the softest voice he could muster. “You’ve been working so hard, haven’t you?”

You nodded, nibbling on your bottom lip. “It’s– Uh. I thought we could all be together? Lay down a–and watch a movie, nothing weird–”

“You want a good snuggle, don’t you, doll?” Taehyung asked from the door and the sakura scent that filled the room was inebriating.

You didn’t answer, looking at the carpeted floor as your toes wiggled against the plush material.

“It’s silly.” was what you said, refusing to look at any of them.

“It’s not silly, baby. It’s perfect.” Namjoon’s hand touched the side of your face, inner wolf chirping as you leaned into his touch, rubbing your cheek on his palm. “We love it so much. We appreciate you doing that for us.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Yoongi agreed, walking into the room as Seokjin, Hoseok and the two youngests followed. “Is it okay if we–?”

“Please, please, just– Get comfortable.” you motioned to the nest, inviting them. “Where’s Kookie?”

“He’s coming upstairs right now.” Hoseok told you and Namjoon could hear it too.

The quick and heavy steps that could only belong to Jungkook as the maknae just got back to the house. He was smelling of the woods when he reached the second floor, so the leader assumed he just finished doing his safety rounds before retrieting for the night.

“Why is everyone– holy shit.”

Jungkook looked disheveled when he walked into the playroom and your heart was about to leap out of your chest with the way he looked at what you spent the last hour creating. They were all there! Your pack. Your seven alphas. All yours. You didn’t know what the future held, but tonight they belonged to you.

“Come see!” you walked past Namjoon to hold Jungkook’s hand, dragging him all the way into your makeshift bed. “What do you think?!”

“I think you are such a good girl.” Jungkook praised, stepping into the cushions with you. You giggled at the sweet pet name, linking your fingers with his as you fell to your knees and pulled him down with you. “The perfect little one for us.”

“Thank you.” you crooned, smiling so much your cheeks were about to hurt. You looked at the others, just standing there, watching you, and the space felt too empty. “Come on, guys! There’s space for everyone–”

You didn’t need to tell them twice as the six men rushed to join you and Jungkook. You held your breath, terrified the cushions would split and your hard work would be destroyed. Upon noticing your stress, they were a lot more careful with the way they laid down.

Hoseok was faster than Taehyung, bumping the man to the side so he could be the one to lay on your right, since Jungkook was already on your left. Yoongi and Seokjin took the edges, Jimin and Taehyung started cuddling instantly beside Hoseok, and Namjoon laid next to Jungkook.

You left your spot to walk to the center TV console table to drag the remote control, throwing it to Jimin and Tae, since they were always the ones to choose what you watched in the first place, and closed the door and turned off the lights before going back to snuggle with your boys.

If you were being completely honest, you didn’t care about what you watched really, more than happy to lay under the covers with the seven of them. You didn’t think you ever felt as content and full of love as you did in this very moment. Suddenly nothing else mattered outside this room.

Not the concerned messages your parents left on your phone, asking when you’d come home. Not Kimee’s missed calls that you were yet to return. Much less the Southside wolves that you had no idea if they even remembered you existed.

After much insistence from Jungkook and, surprisingly, Namjoon, the boys settled on a superhero movie and you didn’t have the heart to tell them you had never seen the previous ones so you were more than a little lost.

One person who cared even less about the movie than you was Hoseok.

The man laying on your right gently pried you away from Jungkook as he started to discuss with Namjoon about magical stones of all things.

You smell so good tonight, pretty girl. Hoseok spoke as he pulled you to lay on his chest and you happily tucked yourself into his side. Somehow, you knew only you could hear him.

You didn’t want to call any attention to the two of you, so you couldn’t reply out loud, merely shaking your head as you pulled the blanket higher over you and Hobi.

Are you getting shy on me now? He continued and you looked at his face to find him already looking at you. After the way you acted with hyung this afternoon?

Your eyes widened as you had no idea how he knew about the making out session you had with Yoongi before Jin showed up. You highly doubted either of the boys would have told anyone about it.

Imagine my surprise as I was innocently walking by your room… Only to hear the prettiest sounds. Ah. That explained a lot, actually. Think you can make them for me?

Your breathing was already heavy and your heart was skipping beats left and right. You were thankful for the loud noises and explosions on the TV. And for the soft kissing noises as–

You frowned, lifting your head to see how Jimin was laying on Taehyung’s chest. Their lips were moving and you couldn’t see their hands as they were mostly hidden by the blanket draped over them. Just like the first time you saw them kissing, in this very room, you started feeling arousal pooling between your legs.

Hoseok groaned under you, an arm tightening around you, a warm hand resting on the low of your back. Is this okay, baby? He asked, and you nodded softly, laying your head a little higher, on his pillow, just so your faces were a little closer. The movement made his hand slip down to your ass and he didn’t remove it.

You gently pushed back against it, encouraging him to touch you, if he wanted to.

And he really wanted to.

You’re gonna drive me crazy one of these days, you know? Hoseok asked as his eyes bored into yours and he grabbed a handful of your ass.

You gasped softly, eyes closing as he squeezed. You were trying to keep your noises to a minimum, but that proved hard to go as Hoseok’s free hand reached for your knee to hook your leg and pull it over his body. In this position, your core was pressed flush against the side of his thigh and with your flimsy cotton shorts, you had barely anything separating you from him.

Make yourself feel good, baby. Hoseok told you and you didn’t think twice about obeying.

Your lips parted as you rocked your hips back and forth, rubbing yourself on his muscular thigh. It wasn’t the best feeling in the world, as you were sure his fingers would feel so much better.

But it’d been so long since you did anything. At least two whole months where you didn’t even touch yourself, too aware of the fact that everyone in the house would hear you. It was the perfect explanation as to how you were feeling ever since you woke up; the way you jumped Yoongi, how you almost repeated it with Seokjin, the way you were grinding your pussy against Hoseok’s leg.

With a particularly harsh roll of your hips, your clit got just a little more pressure, which made you moan softly. Hoseok’s chest trembled underneath you and you were sure no explosions in the movie would keep the other boys from hearing you.

Part of you wanted them to hear you, smell you in the air, getting as hard as Hoseok felt under your hoisted leg right now.

Namjoon was trying to pay attention to the movie, he really was. But you weren’t as quiet as you judged yourself to be. He –and his members– could hear the shuffling of fabric as you grinded against Hoseok, the rise and fall of your breaths, the little moans you were doing a horrible job of muffling.

And the smell… It was the best thing he had ever–

Hyuuuung. Jungkook called to him, which broke his focus on you.

What’s wrong? Namjoon asked, as he knew that tone.

Taking a look at the maknae, Namjoon’s brows knitted together. The youngest wolf looked… Bad. His skin was covered in a light layer of sweat, his bottom lip was so bitten it was about to bleed, his eyes were black, so blown out there was barely any of his chocolate brown left.

And then there was the smell.

Thick. Heady. Of pre-cum and something so recognizable it made shivers run up his spine.

Namjoon had been so focused on your sweet, natural scent, mixed with your slick, that he didn’t notice anything else. But now that he was alerted to the state of Jungkook, he could smell it clearly. It surprised him how none of the others had noticed it before either.

Are you going into a rut?! Namjoon asked, sitting up.

I thought I had more time, but she smells so fucking sweet–

Okay, we need to get you away from her. The leader stated as he held Jungkook by the arm.

You were so fucking close, getting lost in the feeling of Hoseok’s hand on your ass and his leg between your legs that you were about to cum untouched. But then it happened.

Jungkook started growling out of nowhere, which made you stop what you were doing to look behind you. The growls weren’t aimed at you, but at Namjoon, who was trying to pull him away by a hand on his bicep.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi asked, as everyone was alerted with the commotion.

“Sorry, we need to cut the movie short.” Namjoon stated and your heart clenched.

Did you do something wrong? Was Namjoon jealous that you were humping Hobi’s leg? Was he ashamed of you after your lewd act? What did Jungkook have to do with anything? You were absolutely confused as Namjoon said:

“Jungkook.” it was a kind of voice you had never heard from him before, a tone that made the maknae submit instantly, clearly against his will. “Come with me, now.”

Jungkook was whimpering as he let himself be pulled away with Namjoon, both men rushing up from where they were laying. To make matters worse, Namjoon’s feet got stuck on a blanket in his haste to get away and one of the sheets holding two cushions together loosened, making them part, messing up the hard work you put on.

As you watched the two of them leaving the room you were already away from Hoseok, eyes filled with tears and a wobbly bottom lip.