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When she scrabbles in her speech and scrambles ever closer between his legs, he laughs so darkly even the shadows lose their way around him. “If you understand, then take your fucking punishment and stop whining about it.” His hand hastens along his shaft, the wet sound of it making her cunt throb and her mouth water as she stares. “You will not have earned my forgiveness until you feel exactly I did.” He squeezes, his hand twisting up before it descends down his member, “And when I make myself come, the only thing you will be doing, Pack Omega Lily, is licking it up off my stomach and cock.” With his eyes closed, he can’t see the disappointed pout on her face. But then, he doesn’t need to have them open to know that’s what she’s doing. He’s been around her long enough- has watched her long enough- that the smallest of her habits he now has memorized as if some sacred secret that could never be forgotten. Which is why when the hand he has grabbing her chin lifts just so that he can push his thumb past her parted lips, he orders, “Suck on that like you’ll suck my cock when I’m finished.” “As you…as you wish, Pack Alpha Jungkook.” She answers obediently. She knew that when he used that title, there was no room for disobedience. None who used it when addressing him ever did. It was a title of respect. More than that, it was a title of power. No other title was coveted and revered like that of this one that was reserved only for the leader of the alphas. And likewise for her title, the overseeing and presiding leading omega. Warmth envelops his digit as she obeys without pause. And the moment she hallows her lips around him, her tongue swirling around his thumb, he tugs on his length once, twice, and then he’s coming with a loud, drawn out groan. His essence spurts from his tip like some erotic fruit, and gods, she wants to taste. He knows it. Of course he does as hot beads of his juices land all over his belly. Still, he keeps his head back and his eyes closed as he works himself through his end. She licks her lips as she ogles the way the creamy release coats his toned stomach while she leans forward, her body moving entirely on its own as she watches his cum slide between his defined abs. He hears that. And he’s not done with her yet. She still has much to atone for. “Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps.

The sight of his throbbing cock tells her that he's close, and her hands twitch, the urge to push his hands off and let her take care of the rest eating away at her. No.. this.. this wasn't.. this isn't fair!! "A-alpha!" she wants to shout out, but, she's far too tired to do anything more than whisper. He doesn't pay attention to her. He knew exactly what he was doing. And fuck.. he was doing it well. "a-Aalpha.. alpha! N-no! Alpha! P-please!" She pleads him. This wasn't fair.. this wasn't fair at all! Just when she's about to shout out once more, he pushes the two fingers he has in her mouth inside roughly, gagging her for just a moment, tears springing to her eyes in the process, leaving her a whining mess on the floor. A loud whimper leaves her at the sight of his upcoming peak, and before she can even think about it, she leans forward, just about ready to lick it all of, wanting nothing more than to taste her alpha, and to earn his praise. He- he can't just do this! He.. he wouldn't go through with it, right? He'd let her do this.. he wouldn't be so mean. He'd show her some mercy.. right?.. While her eagerness did send shivers down his spine, it also stirred about the snuffed out ire once more. “Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps. Before she can respond, however, she sees him tip his head back, his shoulders slinking back in the arm chair in a relaxed manner as he moans her name over and over, louder than ever. No... Her chest heaves up and down, almost furiously. He really did go through with it. Fuck.. He'd just given himself the pleasure she was supposed to, and now.. she can't do it again. No.. No! This.. this is not fair.! Before she knows it, frustration and sorrow seep through her all at once as they bubble up to the surface, escaping her in the form of a low, almost feeble growl. "Y-you're... y-you're being mean, alpha!" she growls out brattily, the sound of it rupturing the silence in the air. His eyes fly open to gaze at her with a lazy smirk, his forehead gleaming with sweat, an eyebrow raised, his head tilted to the side in an almost predatory stance, as if enjoying how frustrated she seems to have gotten. The sight of it has arousal and frustration swimming through her all at once. "Y-you can't just do this!" Her lips tremble as she stares him in the eye, and she can't help but want to cry at how he simply arches an eyebrow at her, barely acknowledging her. However, tears don't make their way down her face. She's far too angry, frustrated and utterly shocked to cry. That in itself riles her up even more. He couldn't just do this! No! Her hands ball up into tiny fists as she weakly pushes against his chest while she throws a tiny tantrum on the carpeted floor below him. He doesn't seem to appreciate it, but, she doesn't seem to notice. A low growl leaves him in warning, but, she pays no heed to it. "N-not fair, alpha!" she cries out, a quiet shriek leaving her frustrated form, pushing against his chest once more, but to no avail. He was far too strong for her to be able to move with a mere flick of her wrist.. "T-this is not f-fair!.. not fair, alpha.. y-you're.. no!.. " she rambles with shrieks and a frustrated pout as she glares up at him. "not fair!"

What had been a flare of amusement in his eye had soon become a storm as anger takes him over. The more she whines out, the more palpable that emotion becomes as those eyes of his become dark and clouded by fury's pitch.

"Not fair?" The vocables are heavy and pelt her more than any rain could. "You dare say that this was unfair, whore? After everything you have done to me?" He jams another finger between her lips, his soiled hand releasing itself from his cock to wrap around her throat unforgivingly. "You do not get to say that to me after all of that." He closes his hand tight around her neck. "You did not deserve to pleasure me. And you know, I was going to consider letting you taste me, but after this display?" He lifts his lips to bare his teeth, "I think not."

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jjungkooksthighs · 3 hours

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Her voice fractures under the pressure he stares heavily down on her with.

She’d had to pull what few words she could from the depths of her base being.

Momentarily, his expression softens at her desperation. At the way she blinks innocently up at him despite her promiscuous position between his legs.

Had she been this willing before, he may have considered it. But she had been too late. And this was not the first time she’d said those words.

Her question brings with it the memory of her only fifteen moons ago. She’d been sat astride him, her cunt completely filled with his cock while she’d rocked back and forth with her head back while he’d laid, with his hands behind his head, and simply watched her take her pleasure from him while she pled for the very same thing.

In the same tone.

With the same indecent hooded look in her eyes.

So, he works himself faster in his hand, his irises darkening as the shadows threaten to take them over yet again.

“If you wanted to have me that badly, you wouldn’t have any fucking need to take yourself with your own fingers.” He lets his head fall back again, his eyes closing as he moans and imagines it is her mouth that is wrapped around him. “You wouldn’t have gotten those insipid little toys.” He spits the word like it is poison. “You wouldn’t have acted like a little fucking bitch in front of all my alphas.”

She nods her head, agreeing, timid in her actions, mindful of her tone and words. "Y-yes, alpha.." All she wants now is to please him. To earn his forgiveness. While that is the case,.. she can't help but feel flustered by the low growl that leaves him however, and the way he stares down at her in the sexiest way possible makes her face turning red and warm. She shuffles back on her knees, intimidated by his stare, her eyes nervously flitting between his impressively sized cock and his deep set eyes, lust pooling in the heat of her loins in the process. He tugs at his cock a bit harder this one particular time, and it earns a small whimper from her, and an equally hot moan from him, loud and clear to get her to understand just what it was that she was missing out on. He knew exactly how much she wanted to be the one bringing him to that close finish which is no doubt a few seconds away. But he's not going to give it to her. Not this time. Not after she'd done the exact same thing to him. She'd have to learn how it felt to be in the position she'd put him in. And if that means providing no mercy, he was fine with it for now. He'd let her disobedience get this far. It was time he'd brought a stop to it.

“Please…”

The word is so wanton, so breathy, that even he slows stroking his cock.

He hadn’t heard her that desperate since…

Suddenly, he works his hand fast around his cock, the slicked sounds making her sex sob.

He growls low, his eyes scintillating. “Desperate, are you? Good. You’re just as wet for me as you were that night that I almost gave you some fucking pups.”

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Not for the first time, her words have been drawn out of her. Like a spile has been attached to her, they flow away like water and no matter how many times she tries to force them back in, they continue to leave her empty of vocables.

His thoughts are there to fill her head, though. And based on them, she’d failed him many times over. Over and over, he had forgiven her. Had forsaken his own bruised pride just to satisfy her because he loved her so. It hadn’t been that he had simply let go of that or forgotten as she once thought he had.

How had she been so blind? So deaf to his warnings and teachings?

All those nights she’d spent underneath him while he’d. been mounted and thrusting his cock between her soddened folds with curses and possessed orders ghosting his lips… it had all been ultimately for her own pleasure.

All those stolen moments in the forest, the Elder’s Den, the Dining Hall, the Archives, the Forge, and even the Schoolhouse… he’d always caved to her pleas. Always. No matter how much a brat she’d been.

This male that could make her bend to his will with one single word.

This male that made the room fall silent when he walked in.

This male that commanded the whole of the alphas in the pack and took disobedience from none.

Somewhere down the line, the mundaneness of being obedient had become… tedious.

Lackluster.

Boring.

She had never been one who had liked monotony. It become tiresome and grey.

Perhaps that’s why she’d done it all along.

She’d simply wanted something different. She’d wanted to see what happened when she pushed him far enough that there was no more restraint. There was no more pained grunts of his control threatening to slip.

She didn’t entirely remember what happened the night she’d accidentally drank the aphrodisiac that had tasted exactly like he smelled. Black vanilla, aged pears, and blooming gardenia.

Only fragments of that night remained in her mind now. But in them, he’d been everything the innermost part of her- the part that would never actually tell him what she was too shy to admit- had wanted.

He’d put the mark of his teeth and hand everywhere. He’d made her legs go wonderfully numb and her neck, chest, stomach and thighs purple, red, and brown in the rough, hard claiming she’d begged for like a fucking prayer.

It had started against the wall, on his thigh, in the hallway right next to the front door. It had ended with her on her hands and knees on their bed as he’d fucked her from behind, the sheets torn to fucking pieces around her while she’d drooled pathetically- albeit wantonly-into them with his hand around her throat.

How she had not gotten pregnant that night, she had no idea.

The male before her does, though.

She’d pled for him that night to give her children. She’d told him she acted the way she did because she wanted him to lose what little control he had and give her a family so that he’d be hers forever.

And what had he done?

He’d almost given that to her, too.

But the memories of her disobedience had been rampant in his mind when he’d taken his cock between her lips that night to silence the begging, her lust-filled eyes ever so often drifting to the box in the closet that she’d distracted him from.

Of course, while she’d been distracted in that, he’d been lost in her.

Perhaps she’d known that all along. Perhaps she hadn’t.

But one thing was certain: She fucking ate it up when he became feral.

Oh god, how she'd begged for him to put a child in her, desperate from her place under him as she'd writhed in the pleasure he had given her. She remembers the way her eyes had rolled to the back of her head in utter pleasure when he'd let his cock slip past her lips, allowing her to pleasure him just like he liked. Because, while she did enjoy the kick she'd get out of being a brat, she liked seeing pride light up on his face because of her even more. Just as much she loved it when he'd rail her into the fucking bed in his chamber, she loved the aftercare just as much, the way his hands would softly brush through her hair sending the butterflies in her tummy roaring, the warmth of his body radiating and protecting her like a cozy furnace. Yes, she does love it when he corners her against the wall with that handsome smirk on his face as he looks down at her by virtue of his much taller stature, and much stronger build. It is fucking hot. But, she loves it just as much when he'd carry her around with that beautiful smile on his face with soft, loving words hushed into her ear, taking care of her like how she'd always dreamt of.. she loved all of this just as much. She's always been an almost.. unnecessarily sensitive person. She'd been told so by many. The smallest of the gestures that could be counted as kind and affectionate make her tear up rapidly. Not once in her life had she expected to find such a giving and loving mate. And not once did she think she'd be the one to cause a drift in such a perfect, god sent relationship with the man who'd dedicated his entire fucking life to her. He'd faced so much all so that he could protect her. He'd been the one to shield her from all bad that had ever dared to threaten her, bearing all her scars as if they were his own. All so that he could continue loving her, asking for nothing in return but her undeviated love and respect. Her eyes flit away from for his for a moment, her thoughts spiraling away from the moment. He'd done so much.. oh so much.. all for her. All for the one that couldn't reciprocate even an ounce of gratitude or affection. All for the one that hides and lies. But, beneath all of the taunts her omega throws her way, she knows for a fact that she never meant for anyone to get hurt. She.. she never meant to hurt him. Tears fill her eyes to the brim, but, she quickly blinks them away, fighting hard against the stupid tears that try to push their way to the surface, taking a deep, shaky breath in along the process. She did the damage. She didn't earn the fucking right to cry. "..I.. I'm sorry, a-alpha.." she chokes out, gulping down the lump in her throat. "I.. I d-didn't.. " she shakes her head. "I didn't mean it,.. I did not mean to hurt you. B-but.. I did." "I.. I was wrong, sir.. I-." Her words are heavy. Far too heavy to make it out of her in one piece. "I know I haven't earned your forgiveness yet." she can't help the way she shrinks into herself, shame hanging over her shoulders, weighing her down now. "I.. just want you to know that.. I'm sorry."

She knows he doesn't want another one of her useless apologies. She knows that. But.. she can't help it. She needs him to know that she regrets it. She needs him to know that she will do anything to get through it. Even if it means denying her of pleasure that only he can give her.. or denying her his presence altogether- she.. she can take it. She can take anything as long as it means pleasing him. She can take anything as long as it means being able to stay with him.

Her thoughts flow freer than a river through their bond, her voice sinking in remorse the longer that she speaks.

Once, he would have forgiven her.

But the err of that choice had led her down the wrong path.

He needed to correct it.

He had to.

Without moving from his place on the lounge, he clucks his tongue in distaste.

“You should know better by now that I will not leave you to your own devices in punishment. That’s too easy.” He angles his head to the side, his sight fixing on her. “You’ll show me you’re sorry another way, female.”

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jjungkooksthighs · 5 days

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I read all the asks. It’s holding me over between chapters of COC. 😂

I see. Well, I’m happy to hear you have been enjoying them!

oh my goddd- i've seen them around! I'm giggling right now!! <33 aww!

Look out for a COC update coming soon. It will be shorter, but I think it’s well past due for an update (even if it is a smaller one)

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jjungkooksthighs · 7 days

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I read all the asks. It’s holding me over between chapters of COC. 😂

I see. Well, I’m happy to hear you have been enjoying them!

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jjungkooksthighs · 7 days

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OH MY GAWDD people actually read our asks??🙈🙈🙉🙉 Awww TT that's so nice to hear!! <33

Looks that way :)

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jjungkooksthighs · 8 days

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how come there aren't anymore character asks with @hgbts? Or have I missed any? I loved reading them!

You haven’t missed any. I’m going through personal things right now. I just haven’t had the desire to write in the midst of all of it.

I’m glad you enjoy them, though. @h-g-bts would be happy to hear her work is loved as well.

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jjungkooksthighs · 10 days

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I just came across COC and loved it!! How many chapters do you think it will be??

I suspect it will be between 16-20 chapters. I’m glad you liked it!

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jjungkooksthighs · 10 days

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hello! i just finished binge reading COC and i’m speechless… i’m obsessed with your writing and how you’re able to create and entire world from words only. you’re such an amazing writer, your descriptions, the storyline, the characters, EVERYTHING. i’m actually obsessed and i can’t wait to read more!

I appreciate that. Thank you for your kind words.

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jjungkooksthighs · 10 days

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Okay so I got this off of Google cuz I’m not good at explaining things but basically a drop is Like, the Omega gets "too overwhelmed" or "stressed" and then just shuts down, plops to the ground where they can operate to some degree but not without aid? And omega space is like the omega is really happy and the most comfortable and just wants to nest. Sorry if I’m bad at explaining this.

I don’t even know what to call this. I tried to do what you asked. I hope I did it justice. :)

I’ll post tags and word counts in the morning, but for anyone that may read this before I do that, there are mentions of self-doubt/self-hate in this. Also (imagined) character death. There is fluff, though!

Panic.

It made her palms sweaty, her skin clammy to the touch. Every part of her body wreaked with the stench of her emotion, the tangible mess of it clinging to her oily skin.

It made her muscles lock into place, her body and limbs refusing to move under the invisible chains and fetters that trapped them in place no matter how many times she tried.

Even her lungs could not work under the heavy weight of the pressure pushing against her chest, her breaths coming uneven and sporadic between her chapped, dried lips. Her tongue, too, was held down by the constraining force that stilled it so.

It had been a nightmare that had made her scream to the extent that her throat had become raw and scratchy, her feet and arms kicking at the sheets of their bed as she shrieked shrilly. Over and over again as the world that blazed hotter than a thousand suns under her closed eyes, and it had burned to ash and dust everything and anything until nothing that she knew remained. She’d been running until her feet had been so cut open by the rocks and brambles that her own blood had made her fall to the ground in a heap of ripped and torn silk.

She’d been chasing after her alpha, who would not heed her call regardless of how piteously she begged for him to come back to her.

In the end, he too had been claimed by the flames that devoured all except her. When her piercing wail of pain had been loosed from her throat after the angry red flames had taken him from her, she’d cried until her eyes burned. Until her vision had gone hazy. Until the hole her mate’s loss had left in her chest slowly shriveled and slowed. And it was there that she had stayed, deep in the wood, as she’d finally let the flames take her, too.

When she wrenches her eyes open again, there is no fire that consumes the world around her.

She’s in the bed her mate and she both share and-

Jungkook. Her mate.

It’s the first thought she has, her heart stuttering when she flips to the other side, her arms reaching blindly for something, anything that is part of him.

She needs him right now. So fucking badly.

It is dark, but the moon is high and the transparent ceiling above her permits its silvery beams through. So when she turns and finds his side of their bed empty, that sickening feeling seizes her.

She calls for him, but it’s no use. Her throat has been ruined by her screams. Only a pathetic croak comes out.

He was the only thing that can calm her in situations like these. Even when she’d been little and he hadn’t let himself get physically close to her yet, he’d always known what to do to soothe her when nothing was right with the world.

And now, when she needed him, he was gone.

Her mind begins to sink her in doubt and self-deprecation, the hefty anchor of it pulling her down as she thinks of what she’d done to him.

She’d lied to him about the fucking toys. She’d toyed with him like it all had been some game when it wasn’t. She’d fucking disobeyed him time and time again. Of course she’d driven him off. What else could she have expected ? She’d fucked up, and she knew it.

You’re so stupid. You deserve this. He’s too good for you. You’re going to lose him like everything else.

Each thought makes her spirits plunge deeper and deeper, her forehead beaded now with sweat as her back bows outward, her limbs rejecting any movement she tries to make because of the invisible tethers that secure them in bent angles close to her torso.

“My love, are you-“ There’s a shadow that passes over the doorframe, and then, he’s there, his beautiful expression shifting immediately from one of inquisition to one of concern as he rushes to her side with an apology already under his lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, my sweet girl. I left you only for a moment to ready a bath for you. You were sweating and your skin was hot when I checked your temperature. I thought,” he sits down by her, carefully helping to turn her onto her back before he gently tucks some of her hair around her ear as he confides, “I thought you might be with fever or sickness, so I wanted to take care of you. Will you allow me that, my love? Or have I forsaken you and betrayed your trust with my absence?”

Her jaw is locked into place by panic’s hand. She can’t speak now, but she doesn’t need to.

They have their bond.

And surely he must have felt what had captured her, for the moment he stares deep into those pleading eyes of hers, the bond thrusts it to him like some kind of pointed arrow.

He sees what she had. He feels what she had felt. It is only for a fraction of a second, but it is enough.

And then his eyes are softening as he leans down and lays his cool forehead against hers.

“Oh, my love. I see. I see you. You haven’t lost me. I’m not going anywhere. And I’ll never let anything like that happen to you. I promise,” he croons as he assuages her.

Each word is like a key that unlocks her muscles, one by one. And his touch… oh gods, his touch. He must have gone outside to gather some ice and snow to melt for her bath, and his skin must have been kissed by them both in the soothing coolness his body offers hers as he gathers her into his lap so he can pull her front close to his.

“Tell me what you want, my love, and it will be yours. If it is to stay here like this for the next several hours, we will.” He speaks gently into her ear. “If it is to go back to bed together with you lain on my chest, we will.” He nudges at her cheek with his nose, “if it is that you want me to wash you in the tub together, say the word, my sweet girl. Anything for you, I will do. Seeing you this way pains me. Let me ease you, sweetheart.”

The dimmed golden rings around his eyes are so comfortingly warm to bask in as she peeks up at them. Her fingers, one by one, twitch in want to reach for him, and he notices that.

He always does.

It’s something she’s always loved about him.

He wraps his fingers around hers, guiding her hand to where she wants to rest it against his cheek as he leans into her touch. His eyes close as the heaviness from her chest lifts itself off of her, and when she watches her mate press his nose to her wrist and inhale deeply only to start rubbing against it to scent her, that’s when the chains and fetters fall away from her.

It is not only a show of affection, but also of desire for a wolf to scent their mate. To want to wear and carry their mate’s smell on and with them so that they could keep the essence of their mate with them. So they could have an olfactory mark that, to others, would be an obvious sign of possession.

And for him to want to carry her scent on him… he clearly still loved her. Still wanted her.

Her wolf awakens at that, and suddenly the sheets don’t look right to her anymore. They need to be changed. Ruffled up. Moved. Torn?

She doesn’t know.

She doesn’t like them how they are now, though.

She whines, and he gives her a questioning look.

The answering pout she gives as she points with her other hand is telling.

He gives her that beautiful, heart-stopping smirk that she loves so much. “You want to nest, my love? You know very well what that is a sign of, don’t you?”

Her cheeks tint red at that as blood rushes to them.

He laughs, yet coaxes, “Go on, then, my precious girl. Do what you like.”

And with that, she kicks and kicks at the sheets until they bunch up, not bothering to get off his lap. It’s too comfortable here, really. When she’s made some sizable creases and folds on the sheets, that’s when she focuses on the pillows at the head of the bed. She points, and her alpha, understanding etched on his face, reaches over and tosses it easily off the bed.

“Anything else?” He asks sincerely, enjoying the way she opens and closes her fingers to make a grabby hand for his own as soon as the pillow leaves his hold. She brings his wrist eagerly to her nostrils as she breathes him in, her tongue lightly brushing the flesh along his wrist to bring about a pleasant shudder down his spine.

“My love,” he tells her, “if you keep doing that, I’ll make a mess of your little nest.”

The toothy smile and light giggle he gets from that is worth every jewel he’s gotten for her.

#drabble #COC Drabble

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jjungkooksthighs · 10 days

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Hi!! I was wondering if you were okay with writing a dribble type thing we’re omega was in a omega drop/omega space and alpha kook pulled her out? Only if you are comfortable tho :)

I’m sorry, I don’t really understand what you’re asking. I’ve never heard of “omega drop/ omega space” before. What do you mean by that?

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jjungkooksthighs · 18 days

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“Now that,” he leans forward once more, his hand that he has gripping her tilting her chin up so she’s but an inch from him, “is what I like to hear, omega.”

She raises her arms, her hands opening so she can grab at his knees to support her once more. She stops, though, when he lifts a brow in expectation.

With her hands hovering over his knees, she tries, “can I touch you, master?”

He grunts in approval as he continues stroking his cock, and she doesn’t waste any time putting her hands where she needed, but not where she wanted.

“You look so pitiful from down there, you hungry little whore,” the sounds of his ministrations are so wet that she can almost taste them on her tongue as she bites at her lower lip. “You’re thinking about how much you want my cock in your mouth, aren’t you, slut? Gods, how pathetic you must feel to be bare and on your knees for me and all you can do is watch.”

She needs him so fucking bad. All she can think about is the ache between her legs. The need that swelters her core.

Every moment without him inside her is one of torture. He’d never denied her like this before. Never deprived her of him before.

She would do anything now to get him to bury his cock within her silken walls. So desperate is she that she doesn’t even care if it’s in her pussy, her ass, or in her mouth.

However he’ll give it to her, she’ll take it.

In her momentary lapse of control, her wolf takes over.

She assents, “yes, master…I-I feel so helpless. Can I,” she swallows around a dry throat, “can I help you, please? I want to please you, my love.” She opens her legs in invitation, “my alpha.”

“So depraved you have become, my beautiful little cocksleeve,” Jungkook breathes, his irises dipping from her mouth to her tits and then down at the apex between her thighs. “So fucking addicted to getting a knot that you can’t think straight anymore.” His eyes narrow as he continues pumping his length over and over again. “Remember this the next time you want to deny me. Recall this the next time you think it wise to pleasure yourself in front of me when I can fuck you so much better.”

"Yes, alpha!" the words are out of her mouth before she can even bother hesitating. "Y-yes, alpha.. i- i will remember! I will!" stutters about, praying that he finds it in him to believe her, hoping her desperation and eagerness will please him. "I.. i will, alpha.. i.. i've.. l-learned my lesson, sir-" she tries, but, he isn't having it. A low snarl leaves him, cutting her off mid-sentence. "No. You haven't learned." He shakes his head with a clack of his tongue. "Not yet. I will be the one to decide when, slut." Her breath is stuttered and stuck in her chest for a moment, a small squeak leaving her in a desperate attempt to answer him and placate him as she nods her head eagerly. "Use your words, omega. I won't tell you again." "Y-yes, alpha! I- I understand!" she panics, lips trembling into an adorable pout as she scuffles forward to try and push herself closer to him. "I- i haven't learned my lesson yet. N-not until you say so. I.. I d-didn't know that. Thank you for.. for correcting me, sir. "

When she scrabbles in her speech and scrambles ever closer between his legs, he laughs so darkly even the shadows lose their way around him.

“If you understand, then take your fucking punishment and stop whining about it.” His hand hastens along his shaft, the wet sound of it making her cunt throb and her mouth water as she stares. “You will not have earned my forgiveness until you feel exactly I did.” He squeezes, his hand twisting up before it descends down his member, “And when I make myself come, the only thing you will be doing, Pack Omega Lily, is licking it up off my stomach and cock.”

With his eyes closed, he can’t see the disappointed pout on her face.

But then, he doesn’t need to have them open to know that’s what she’s doing.

He’s been around her long enough- has watched her long enough- that the smallest of her habits he now has memorized as if some sacred secret that could never be forgotten.

Which is why when the hand he has grabbing her chin lifts just so that he can push his thumb past her parted lips, he orders, “Suck on that like you’ll suck my cock when I’m finished.”

“As you…as you wish, Pack Alpha Jungkook.” She answers obediently. She knew that when he used that title, there was no room for disobedience. None who used it when addressing him ever did. It was a title of respect.

More than that, it was a title of power. No other title was coveted and revered like that of this one that was reserved only for the leader of the alphas. And likewise for her title, the overseeing and presiding leading omega.

Warmth envelops his digit as she obeys without pause. And the moment she hallows her lips around him, her tongue swirling around his thumb, he tugs on his length once, twice, and then he’s coming with a loud, drawn out groan.

His essence spurts from his tip like some erotic fruit, and gods, she wants to taste.

He knows it.

Of course he does as hot beads of his juices land all over his belly.

Still, he keeps his head back and his eyes closed as he works himself through his end.

She licks her lips as she ogles the way the creamy release coats his toned stomach while she leans forward, her body moving entirely on its own as she watches his cum slide between his defined abs.

He hears that.

And he’s not done with her yet. She still has much to atone for.

“Don’t you fucking dare put your mouth on me until I tell you that you can, whore.” He rasps.

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“You do not know what it is to be good after how much I have defiled you, female.” His hand twists around his base, his irises hailing over in the iciness of his wolf as he jabs, “You’ve forgotten how to be because the innocent girl you once were has been corrupted by delicious sin.” He fingers grip his length tighter as he tugs on it only to grunt, “You have tasted how delicious my love and lust for you are, and now that you have, you will do anything to get my attention so that I’ll give more of them to you.” He curls his fingers around so that they make almost make a ring around his cock as the digits he has around her jaw press in so much that it begins to ache. “Isn’t that right, female?”

She can only paw at his ankles in his response, a pitiful whine releasing itself from her throat.

He shows his teeth in threat, “I do not believe I gave you permission to keep that mouth of yours shut. I like it open.” He confesses, his hand sliding slow down his cock.

The suggestion is very heavy in its implications, and she can’t help herself when she imagines the impressive weight and girth of him when she has him between her lips.

The first time she’d ever taken him into her mouth, she hadn’t any clue how to please him. But he hadn’t cared. No, instead, he’d welcomed and even relished in her ignorance. He’d taken pride in being the first- and being her only.

She remembered well how he had given her instructions, step-by-step, how to suck a male’s cock while he’d groaned and moaned from how eager she’d been to satisfy him.

Even when that massive member had been inches from her face, she had been steadfast in her desire to satisfy him. Even when her jaw had locked into place and she couldn’t move it from how big he’d been as he pushed past her lips, she had only wanted to pleasure him. To watch his expressions shift and hear his beautiful, arousing sounds of satisfaction. All because of her.

Knowing she had been the one to make this male before her-the strongest, most able and apt alpha in dominion over the entire pack- made her hot and heady.

It made power rush to her head and need swell in her loins.

Perhaps that’s how she manages to find some of her vocals and use them.

“Yes, alpha,” she nudges her nose along the inside of his knee, “you’re right. You’re always right. I just can’t help it anymore.” She presses her lips to the place she’d just been rubbing at, “I can’t stop wanting you. However and whenever.”

Her admission has him hastening his strokes along his length, his eyes rolling back when she turns her head so she can kiss along the innermost corner of his knee.

He had once told her, when his mouth had been attached to her sex, that everything felt better with tongue. So, she does.

It’s a timid brush of the pink muscle over his flesh, but the moment it touches him, the fingers he has grasping her jaw tighten. The sensation goes straight to his cock, the picture of her on her knees between his legs too licentious of a sight.

He curses. “Fuck. You are such a devilish little temptress. You know exactly what you’re doing.” When his irises dig into hers, she’s pricked by those silver depths. “But you forget one very important thing. I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to lick me, now did I?”

She can't help the small giggle that slips past her lips, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering about as her pussy clenches around nothing, the scent of the slick coating her thighs inviting him in deliciously, a breathy whine leaving her at the feeling of her denied cunt. The sound of her mischief has him swooning on the inside, his heart fluttering about like a little schoolgirl, a huge contrast to the intimidating aura that pools around his form. Fuck.. she really was irresistible. The light kiss she'd placed on his skin earlier sent tingles down his spine, and just for a moment, the tickle seems to help him tear his gaze away from her, a hint of a smile making its way onto his face. While the expression is there for one-tenth of a second, she doesn't miss it. And gods, it does wonders to calm her racing heart down. Before she knows it, her eyes are filled to the brim with tears, and she can't help but tear her gaze away from his for a moment, relief flooding her body like never before. She wants to see that again... she wants to make him proud. She wants to see him happy. Satisfied. All because of her. A small sniffle is all it takes for her to push those tears away, a newfound determination surfacing. "C-can I, sir?" she asks, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "..let me.. let me please you, s-sir. I.. I'll do anything, alpha. Anything.. just.. let me make it up to you."

Her voice fractures under the pressure he stares heavily down on her with.

She’d had to pull what few words she could from the depths of her base being.

Momentarily, his expression softens at her desperation. At the way she blinks innocently up at him despite her promiscuous position between his legs.

Had she been this willing before, he may have considered it. But she had been too late. And this was not the first time she’d said those words.

In the same tone.

With the same indecent hooded look in her eyes.

So, he works himself faster in his hand, his irises darkening as the shadows threaten to take them over yet again.

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“Give the prisoner the blade we found strapped to his belt. He can use it to do to this fucker what was done to him.” Jungkook had ordered without remorse.

The guards did as instructed, one of them producing a finely crafted blade with a curved edge and hilt of aged timber.

Jungkook hadn’t even given it a second glance before rising to unlock the door to the cell of the shaggy haired male.

The hinges had creaked in effort as it had opened, and Jungkook had stood by it only to extend his arm out toward the downed male, his words chilling as he ordered, “Take your revenge on this piece of shit. Cut his tongue from his mouth so he knows the pain of what he has caused you.”

The red-haired male had bowed his head in deference, his hands shaking around the blade. Jungkook hadn’t missed that. That’s why he’d been the one to hold the other male’s head back, his arms flailing and flinging in every direction while he’d pled for mercy.

It had taken the shadows returning to his irises once more, his voice deepening for him to demand, “I command you to shut the fuck up and be still. Take it like a fucking man, you waste of fucking air.”

The shaggy-haired male had ceased his movements, his pleas caught deep in his throat under the Alpha’s Bidding Jungkook had used a second time.

Jungkook had been the one to open the shaggy-haired male’s mouth and hold his tongue between his fingers. Jungkook had been the one who had instructed the red-haired male to do it, to rip the bastard’s tongue free.

And it had been done. All while she remained with her back stuck to the wall, her hands knotted in her skirts as she’d ogled the way that dominance became a second skin to her mate.

Gods, there was nothing more arousing than seeing him make others fall apart under their weakness and surrender to his control.

No one could hope to overpower him. He was the strongest in the pack, and no male or female could ever deny him if he willed it.

That was what it meant to be Pack Alpha. To command obedience from all and take it from none. To be unbeatable and untamable in his raw thew. To be unconquered and unmatched against any and all who would oppose him.

She had been a fool to think she could deceive him. A total, utter fool.

A cauldron of emotions begins to brew within her at the memory, and amongst them all, arousal and submission alike stand up tall and proud. Her lips tremble ever so subtly, and she draws in shaky breaths to try and gather herself, her eyes wide and innocent as she gazes up at him, utterly helpless and completely dominated by the man in front of her - Her mate. Her alpha. She really was a fool to think she could hide anything from him. How utterly foolish she was to think she could go behind his back and buy those toys when all it would take for him to find out is a single inquiry at the shop, one glance at the closet- and more so- one fucking look at her. She'd never been good at hiding things. Her hands would get clammy, sweat pooling around her temples uncontrollably, and her heart would beat loud and wild like that of a silly little rabbit. And around him? Those symptoms would be magnified by a hundred- no, a thousand times more. Why? It was simply, really. She always knew she would never stand a chance against his skills. He could pick up on the smallest of details faster than a hawk, and while his intelligence made her squeal and gush with absolute adoration, it also reminded her of how she couldn't- shouldn't ever dare try and hide anything from him. Sure.. she didn't mean to hide the toys. Like she said.. she'd been too shy. Her alpha knew of that. His mate had always been far too timid and bashful when it came to things like this. It's why he decided to give her some time to open up about it herself. So, he'd waited and waited.. and waited, but fuck- she did not own up. Instead, she'd decided to hide the damned contraptions. And when he stumbled upon them that fated night, she'd been clever enough to push him away from the closet, pulling him in closer with wandering hands and lust-filled eyes in the most irresistible way ever known to him. And when he'd finally decided that he'd had enough.. when he confronted her about it hours ago, she dared to lie to him. Without hesitation. She's gotten too bold- too comfortable with being bratty. He'd let that happen. He's been far too lenient, and far too forgiving of all her wrongs. He thought a small little nudge here and there would be enough to push her down the right path, but, he was wrong. It was his own fault. Why else would she have pulled that stunt in front of all the alphas? Why else would she have thought it would be okay for her lie to his face, and play him like a fool for four months? His grip on her chin gets tighter at the thought, a deep growl leaving the depths of his chest, the sound reverberating throughout the room as it pierces the quiet crackle of the warm fire, the sound bouncing off the walls in a loud echo. It intimidates her. A shiver runs down her spine, a mewl leaving her loud and clear. The sight has his wolf howling in pride as he puffs up his chest slightly, head tilted up in triumph. "Aw.. what is it, omega?" he asks with faux sympathy making her whimper, shuffling back on her knees now, too intimidated to hold her stance or his gaze. "Cat got your tongue?"

How had she been so blind? So deaf to his warnings and teachings?

This male that could make her bend to his will with one single word.

This male that made the room fall silent when he walked in.

This male that commanded the whole of the alphas in the pack and took disobedience from none.

Somewhere down the line, the mundaneness of being obedient had become… tedious.

Lackluster.

Boring.

She had never been one who had liked monotony. It become tiresome and grey.

Perhaps that’s why she’d done it all along.

She didn’t entirely remember what happened the night she’d accidentally drank the aphrodisiac that had tasted exactly like he smelled. Black vanilla, aged pears, and blooming gardenia.

How she had not gotten pregnant that night, she had no idea.

The male before her does, though.

And what had he done?

He’d almost given that to her, too.

Of course, while she’d been distracted in that, he’d been lost in her.

Perhaps she’d known that all along. Perhaps she hadn’t.

But one thing was certain:

She fucking ate it up when he became feral.

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Her negation is oil for the fires of his anger. His fingers curl more forcibly around the flesh of her jaw as he sighs frustratedly, “No? I don’t think so.” He hovers ever nearer to her, her lips but a hair’s breadth away from his as he husks, “You do not get to say no to me after all that you have done. The only thing you should be doing is being obedient for me.”

By now, she had learned what he expected of her. So when the last word leaves his lips, she nods, “Y-yes, master.”

The shards of his eyes pierce hers as he studies her. “You requested me to repeat what I asked you earlier.”

He waits until she nods and gives a stuttered ‘yes.’

After that, he snorts as he answers, “I asked you if you knew how fucking pathetic you looked right now.” His fingers tighten around her jaw. “I told you that you’re afraid to let your other side out in fear that I will enjoy your wolf more than you. You didn’t say shit about either in response. All you can manage is my name. This, I cannot allow.”

Oh.. he was still expecting.. an answer for.. that. His hand urges her jaw up so her lips are mere inches away from his own as she's forced to stare into those beautiful, intimidating eyes of his, gulping down the small whine that tries to make its way out of her. "I.. I d-don't.. don't know.. sir." It doesn't satisfy him. Of course, it doesn't! She hardly even tried to put together a fucking sentence. "You don't know?" his voice is laced with a hint of mockery, and it has her whining. "You don't know what, pup?" The stringent attitude of his voice is more than enough of a motivator for her to continue speaking. There's no way in hell she's gonna spend her nights chained to the bed without him by her side. Just a few hours without his touch, and she's already a crying, drooling mess. She couldn't take any more! "I- I don't know if I... i don't know how pathetic I l-look, sir." She says. For her next words, she swallows down what little is left of her pride, her cheeks reddening like a ripe cherry as she looks up at him with bright, needy eyes. "Please, m-master.. enlighten me."

“Now that,” he leans forward once more, his hand that he has gripping her tilting her chin up so she’s but an inch from him, “is what I like to hear, omega.”

She raises her arms, her hands opening so she can grab at his knees to support her once more. She stops, though, when he lifts a brow in expectation.

With her hands hovering over his knees, she tries, “can I touch you, master?”

He grunts in approval as he continues stroking his cock, and she doesn’t waste any time putting her hands where she needed, but not where she wanted.

She needs him so fucking bad. All she can think about is the ache between her legs. The need that swelters her core.

Every moment without him inside her is one of torture. He’d never denied her like this before. Never deprived her of him before.

She would do anything now to get him to bury his cock within her silken walls. So desperate is she that she doesn’t even care if it’s in her pussy, her ass, or in her mouth.

However he’ll give it to her, she’ll take it.

In her momentary lapse of control, her wolf takes over.

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Her heartbeat had been so louder than a bear’s. So irregular in its rhythm that had shaken it easier than a rabbit. It is interesting, then, when it suddenly quiets and slows as she suspires breaths that had started staggered and now are measured.

More intriguing is the fact that her voice sounded too sweet. Her eyes lingered on his too long as she let her machinations mottle them. Her fucking posture was too perfect, too poised for someone on her knees between his legs.

“You. Y-you’re in…in control, master.” She had told him.

Despite how he had longed to hear those words, she said them with broken vocables of brittle assent. She’d never been an agreeable female. She wasn’t just going to start now.

“Cunning little girl, aren’t you?” He prods. “Well played. I’ll give you that.” The hand on his cock ascends once again toward his tip. “But you’ll have to do better than that if you want to distract me,” his hand descends down his shaft, “I’m well accustomed to your tricks and games you like to play.”

Impatience and frustration bite at her, and they make her expression contort. It’s only for a half of a second, but he sees it. How entertaining that her emotions ran so rampant within her after everything she’d done to him.

This was good. He wanted this. Wanted her to face her emotions and understand what she’d done to him by meeting them herself. He’d tried many ways to help her see the errs of her ways, but this? This was a newer one and gods, judging by her body language, it was working.

“P-please, sir…I’ll be good.” She’d promised under heaving breaths.

He shook his head, tone dipped in the dark of the shadows as he orders, “if you really meant that, you would have used that loose tongue of yours to lap up my spit from your lips. Again you disobey and again you act like you can do whatever the fuck you want.” His eyes dim threateningly. “I don’t like liars, female. And you are. What do I do with liars, again?”

Right.. of course he caught on. The longer his eyes stay on her, the farther she can feel her confidence slip, her breath getting shaky and staggered again. No. He was.. this was a test.. right? She pulls her slumping shoulders up again, straightening her back, desperately trying to maintain her fumbling eye contact. Despite her waning confidence, she tries to scramble together those words in her head again, desperation eating away at her as her pussy throbs with need and cries from the denial she's been offered for so long. The same denial she'd offered him. "I-. .. I-i'm not lying." her voice cracks. "..sir." she quickly adds in the title, hoping it'd work to push him towards some leniency. It simply makes him chuckle, no humor in the laugh that leaves him. "If I say you are, you are." he snarls at her in warning, his fingers now gripping the base of his cock before he lets out another purposeful growl. "Answer the fucking question, girl. What-" his hand that is on her jaw tightens in its grip, and she mewls. "-do I do with liars, pet?"

“You,” her voice cracks under the pressure of his penetrating stare and strong fingers that grip her jaw, “you punish them …master.”

She says the last word with no more than a murmur, her shyness stealing her confidence away from her as her wolf lowers its head in submission.

His own wolf lifts its chin as he sits tall above her.

He wrenches a memory forth, and she is helpless to resist being thrust into it.

She’s back in the Prisoner’s Keep where all the wrongdoers were locked away. The smell of sweat and blood assault her nostrils, the sight of the silver bars glinting against the harsh red fires crackling in the braziers and wall lamps along the stone walls.

He had come back to their den late that moon only to check on her, but she could not bear his absence from their bed and so she had pled him to bring her with him despite his warnings that what she might see might discomfort her.

This time, there were two occupants among the metallic cages.

Her alpha walked with purpose to the one holding the male with shaggy blonde hair, his legs both bent under him at unnatural angles while pain twisted his features.

“You know why I’m here, don’t you, you piece of shit?” Jungkook had spat.

The shaggy haired male had answered with a defeated nod, knowing better than to stay silent in the presence of the male who had broken both his legs. “You are here to end my suffering, are you not?”

“That depends on your little friend here,” Jungkook lifted a hand toward the other prisoner in the very last cell on the other end of the row. “He has not been responsive to any of my subordinates, and that just won’t do.” Jungkook’s arm had fallen to his side by the time he’d finished only for him to lower himself to the male’s level, his other, gloved hand reaching out to grab one of the bars and slide down with him as he continued, “You did something to him, didn’t you, you bastard? What was it?”

His voice echoed through the room, and from her place behind her alpha, all she could do was watch.

The other male had only to stare at his strangely bent legs, the bones within protruding in places that were just wrong as he gave a deflated answer, “I…I tried to steal some of your wares, Pack Alpha. I wanted to give the omega I fancy thinking it would make her like me more, but-“

“But you stole from me instead of just fucking asking me like any man with balls would.” Jungkook cuts him off. “You know, I would have given you something out of my shop without requiring any payment were it for a special occasion such as the one you just gave, but there is something I do not tolerate.” Jungkook’s nose had wrinkled as he’d tilted his head down, the shadows quick to dwell under his eyes as he roughly stated,” I do not like liars. They’re filthy and the stench of them turns my fucking nose. So, how is it that you managed to steal my most precious creation-one that I’d been working on for fucking months- that was intended for my mate?”

The shaggy haired male had not dared look at Jungkook in the eye. He’d kept his eyes trained on his warped ankle.

“Pack Alpha, please don’t hurt me-“

“Pain is temporary. Death will forever end your pitiful life. If you’d like to meet your end before the gods have willed it so, I have no qualms with doing it now.” Jungkook snapped, his fingers tapping restlessly at the silver bar. “I broke your legs. I’ll break every bone in your body before your blood stains the earth if that is what your silence means to you.”

The other male had shivered at that, and fear had forced the words out of him.

“I made the other prisoner steal it! I told him to wait until your left your forge. I told him where to find it, how to unlock the box you’d fashioned for it, and…” the male’s voice dies under the loudness of her alpha’s growl.

“Where did you tell him to hide it? And why does he not speak?” Jungkook bit the words out, his finger tapping quicker against the silver.

The other male gave a half-minded glance to his right where, on the other end of the room in his own cell, a red-haired male with skin white as snow sat with his head between his hands.

“If I tell you, will you spare me?” The shaggy-haired male questioned quietly.

Jungkook angled his head to the side, his claws pushing his fingernails out from his hands as he provoked, “You act as if you have a choice in the matter when I can simply command you to obey if I will it so. The only reason I haven’t yet is that I’m hoping you’ll give your sorry ass some kind of saving grace by your actions.”

“I must be commanded, alpha,” the male had asked him not out of challenge, but in subjugation. “I cannot bring myself to speak of what I have done without your aid.”

Jungkook had huffed exasperatingly. “You are a coward to conceal truth willingly. You cannot face what you’ve done and yet you breathe. But I will oblige you. You’ve earned that much through your pathetic screams.” Jungkook’s eyes fill with the shadows until they are darker than night. “I command you to tell me what you did with the possession of mine that you thieved from me and I command you to tell me what you did to the male you bid do your dirty work.”

Power emanates from each word, the fires blazing becoming dim under it.

The shaggy haired male had straightened, one of his eyes hazing over while he spoke as if in a trance. “I had him bury it under the trunk of the oldest elm. Then, to silence him, I cut out his tongue. I didn’t want him to tell anyone of this, and if word ever did get out, I had planned to put it all on him.”

The longer he speaks, the more that anger’s ire is stoked and fanned within him.

The darkness had parted just enough in those eyes for the icy silver of his irises to thaw through.

“You dare commit not only an act of theft, but of inflicted injury as well?” The words cut the air like hail. “You are a vile insect that I will enjoy breaking. But first, your punishment will come from the very person you so easily maimed.” Jungkook had called for one of the guards to bring the other prisoner forth, so he was.