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glacecakes · 3 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (11/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did… helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Varian comes down with a cold; the ramifications of learning the truth.

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Starting making this, had a breakdown, bon apetit.

No deadass that's what happened @space--butterflies and @finnoky gave me a rly good idea, I rewrote the whole chapter, had a mental breakdown, went to therapy, cranked this out. So. sorry for being late rip.

Uhhh it's 2 am I'm too tired to do my usual spiel remember to vote tomorrow if u can, comment, kudos, blood sacrifice, thank u i would die for u all

So apparently staying up all night with your negative thoughts in order to win your father’s love was a bad idea.

The rest of the day was silent and somber. Rapunzel and Eugene kept sharing looks that Varian couldn’t comprehend. Cassandra paled whenever she looked at him. But they never spoke a word of what had occurred, and it was driving Varian crazy. He didn’t get any of the victory glory, no, instead he got bitterness and despair. At least momma would have been proud of him; she’d always wanted him to control his powers.

Around bedtime he got cranky. It started with not wanting to eat dinner. Usually Eugene would let Varian throw a tantrum; he refused to bow to Varian’s wishes and let him have his way. But not then. Eugene was terrified of a tantrum, what the destruction could entail. So when Varian refused to eat, he didn’t question it, and simply carted Varian off to an early bedtime.

But when he and his girlfriend came to get Varian in the morning, exhausted from a night of conversing and debating and crying, they found Varian not much better off.

The boy’s face was coated in sweat, radiating an uncomfortable heat. He whimpered, not even complaining when Eugene lifted him up out of bed. Instead he buried his face into the crook of Eugene’s neck, hot tears dripping down onto it. While morning cuddles were usual, this crying was definitely not.

It was so concerning that they had booked it down to the infirmary half out of their minds with worry.

“You said he woke up like this?” The doctor asked, brushing a gloved hand across Varian’s temple.

“Yes, he won’t talk to me, is he ok? I mean, obviously not, but-”

Eugene’s panicking was cut off by an abrupt sneeze, then another. Varian moaned, shifting away from the doctor’s hand.

“Loud,” Varian mumbled. “Hurts.”

They all quieted. “Sounds like a bug, or the flu,” Rapunzel hummed.

The doctor nodded. “He just needs rest and fluids. Has he ever been sick before?”

“Not while with us, no.”

“Alright. Take his temperature every hour until the fever breaks, and if it gets above 103 bring him back.” With a ruffle to Varian’s hair, the doctor wandered off, likely to see another patient.

“I’ll take him back to his room,” Eugene muttered. “You’re probably busy today, right?”

“Not too busy for him!” The princess whispered back. She frowned, reaching a hand over and brushing it against Varian’s cheek. Poor thing. “He’s miserable, he’ll need some love and snuggles.”

“Did you not hear the doctor? He needs rest.”

“How can he rest when he’s in pain!?”

The conversation became more biting the more both of them spoke. Even without them running on minimal sleep, taking care of a sick child would not be ideal. And it seemed they had wildly different ideas on how to help.

It didn’t help they’d been up all night thinking about the… other problem.

“Look,” Rapunzel finally sighed. “We all need sleep. You can take the first shift, I’ll come get you in a few hours. Ok?” Her eyes, while misty from frustration, tried to shine with their usual kindness. Eugene felt like he’d been punched in the gut with a guilt fist, but also, he remembered why he loved this woman so much.

Eugene smiled sadly. “Alright, get some rest. Love you.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, and with that, she left.

For a moment he was lost in thought, but Eugene frowned as Varian began to squirm. Tears of pain still streaked down chubby cheeks, at least until Eugene began to bounce him in his arms. He kept one hand on Varian’s head and pulled it to his chest, the other kept supporting his son. Varian, despite being past infancy, still retained a love for being cradled and rocked. Likely because he never really got it before. It did the trick, and he was back to an uneasy calm in minutes.

He kept up the bouncing, letting Varian rest while they walked back to Varian’s room. He only stopped his soothing motions to deposit Varian back in bed, and then switched to stroking his son’s soft hair.

“Daddy don’t go,” Varian whispered. “‘M sorry.”

Eugene blinked. There it was again, calling him dad. So far Varian only did it when especially upset or tired, but it warmed his heart every time. The situation wasn’t great, but still the fuzzies remained.

“What are you sorry for, bud?” Eugene hummed. “Not your fault you got sick. It just happens.”

“For the rocks.” A hazy, clouded blue peeked open to stare into the man’s soul. Through the pain Eugene could see fear, despair, and anguish; and it wasn’t because of the illness.

“Those…” He sighed. True, they caused problems, and it was a miracle Rapunzel didn’t touch them and cause an explosion, but it could wait until Varian was healthy again. “It’s… ok. Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Varian shrugged. “Cuz momma….” his voice trailed off. He didn’t even know where to begin. If he told Eugene everything, about the experiments and running and pain, would Eugene do the same?

No, no. Eugene and momma were not the same. Eugene loved him. Eugene cared for him! He would never.

Thankfully, Eugene picked up on it. “Get some rest, ok? We’ll deal with it when you’re feeling better.”

Varian unconsciously grabbed his stuffed toy, bringing the ear up to suck on. “No,” he mumbled through felt. “Not tired.”

His dad suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. “What are you then?”

“A frog.”

He let out a bark of laughter at that. “A frog, eh? Like Pascal? Well this little frog,” he poked Varian’s nose which earned a breathless giggle. “Needs some rest.”

“Story?” Big blue eyes gazed up at him, pleading.

Yea, he should’ve seen it coming. Now that he was thinking about it, Eugene prayed Varian had never gotten sick while on his own. Or with his mom. It’s unrealistic, of course Varian has been sick before, but what if his mom had done the same as him? What if she refused to comfort him, refused to snuggle and wipe his snot?

So despite every fibre of his being wanting to avoid getting infected, this was a losing battle. He grabbed the Flynn Rider book off its nightstand. They’d been blazing through each book; in the few months since Varian joined them they were now on book 6.

“You’re just one crazy event after another, aren’t you?” Eugene hummed. He got a wet cough as a reply. Gross.

He’s totally gonna get sick isn’t he?

Despite her words, Rapunzel couldn’t sleep.

Every time she shut her eyes, visions of obsidian danced behind her eyelids, willing her hair upright. She couldn’t get them out of her head, and it really was no surprise why. It’s not everyday that your boyfriend’s son reveals that he can control the rocks that gave you back your 70 feet of hair!

Back when it first grew back, she and Cassandra had scoured the library for any information they could, before finally getting some help from Xavier the blacksmith. He’s a good man, and he knew a lot about legends, but legends aren’t facts. Now, she wonders if the rocks were leading her to him, to Varian, and it was by sheer coincidence Eugene found him first. But she’d never say that out loud. Varian was destined to be Eugene’s son, even if he wasn’t born it. Maybe it was a sign that he was her son too.

Three delicate knocks ring on the King’s Office’s door. “Dad, can I come in?”

At his affirmation, she opened the door. Frederick, regal as ever, stood on one end of the table, with Quirin at another. Oh, she’d been meaning to speak to her dad in private, but it’s not a big deal! Right…?

Well, maybe it was. Despite her and Eugene and Cassandra all vowing to keep Varian’s ability a secret for now, lest magic-fearing Frederick find out, the point remained that she needed to speak to him about it. While Varian had taken up most of everyone’s time and energy, the rocks never vanished from her list of problems. No, they still lingered around Corona, causing problems left and right. And something told Rapunzel that Varian’s outburst from before didn’t help matters.

“I was wondering about… the black rocks?” She started, and both men froze. A silent conversation occurred, shared in frantic, locked eyes. Quirin fidgeted helplessly, unsure of what the king wanted him to say. His eyes glanced down at the map where black flags pinpointed the locations of each rock spotted. While most were clustered in Old Corona, to the east, there were a few dotting the island capital. Rapunzel’s heart sank the longer she stared.

Francis’ tailor shop.

The schoolhouse.

The tunnel system.

The alley where it all started.

Varian.

She struggled to keep from screaming.

“I’ve been aware of these rocks for… quite some time now.” Frederick rested both hands on the diorama that encompassed much of the office. “They posed a real problem, displacing people from their homes, damaging roads…”

“Oh no,” she breathed. How much of it was intentional? How much of it was an accident?

“But fortunately!” Frederick perked up, giving her an encouraging smile. “We’ve taken care of them! In fact, I’m sending Quirin to Old Corona tomorrow to make sure our efforts have succeeded.”

“You are?” Quirin asked, confused. He got an elbow in the stomach. “I-I mean, yes, your highness, I’ll be headed out first thing tomorrow.”

She furrowed her brow, uncertain. Old Corona… so that was where Varian lived before the alley, before them. “Great, then I hope you don’t mind if I join you? I haven’t been out that way in a while, I’m sure the people would appreciate a visit.”

Frederick scowled, but before he could protest, Quirin hastily agreed. “O-of course, your highness, I would be honored for you to… accompany me.” He raised his eyebrows in a concerned smile, desperately trying to convey a silent question. Did Rapunzel know what he had seen? Is she trying to protect the child? Please oh please don’t force him to hurt a child to appease her father.

But alas, she didn’t seem to get the message. “Great, now if you excuse me, Varian isn’t feeling very well and Eugene needs a break.” She marched out of the room. The moment the door closed both men sagged in relief.

“Sir,” Quirin managed. “You and I both know the rocks haven’t been dealt with-”

“Don’t let her see or learn a thing.”

The knight fell silent. “Yes sir,” he whispered, but for once, he didn’t mean it.

Varian fell asleep relatively quickly, and thankfully it seemed more or less steady. So much so that Eugene was able to swap with Rapunzel without issue.

“I spoke to my dad, I’m headed to Old Corona tomorrow,” she whispered. Her eyes were exhausted but full of fire.

“How come?”

“It’s where she lives.”

Instantly, Eugene’s face fell. Right. The source of the fighting last night.

Eugene had been adamant. He’d met Varian’s momma once before, and that was enough. She hated her kid, she abandoned her kid and didn’t complain once when Eugene whisked him away. But Rapunzel had insisted in truth above all else. If anyone knew what was going on, it’d be her. He knew deep down it was a losing argument, but the point remained that he promised to clock her next time she showed her face.

“I’ll stay with him then. Hopefully this is just a 24 hour bug, I can’t do another day of this.” She smiled. It wasn’t the caring for a child wearing him down, that much was clear.

“Go take a nap, I’ll hang with him,” she whispered. The words flowed over him like charmspeak, and next thing he knew, it was late afternoon and he was waking up in his own bed.

He went to fetch some supplies. Nothing too much, just some pain medicine, towels, and cold water to soak them in. He’d probably also have to run a bath at some point, which Varian would despise. Much like Ruddiger, the child was happiest when covered in dirt and mud and soot.

It’s no wonder Varian adores the creature so much, he thinks with a chuckle.

In fact, Eugene is so lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice someone coming his way until he nearly spills the bowl onto the Captain.

“Oh, shoot! Sorry Cap,” He winces, praying the man doesn’t try to kill him. He’s yelled over less.

“Fitzherbert,” the man sighed. He looked peeved, but said nothing of it. “I was wondering why you didn’t turn up to training today.”

Shit! He totally forgot to tell anyone that Varian was sick! Ears reddening, Eugene stuttered. “I-uh-yea, about that…”

The Captain raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. His face was impassive, but his eyes said it all. He’d better have a good explanation, or his ass was toast.

“Varianissickpleasedon’tkillme.” he braced himself for the smack.

“I get it.” And with that, all the air flew out of Eugene’s lungs.

“Oh thank god, I was afraid you’d kill me.”

“Fair enough.”

Eugene shrugged, feeling uncomfortable. He and the Captain never really spoke about personal matters, it was strictly a business truce. But it appeared that was about to change. The older man put a hand on Eugene’s shoulder.

“Fitzherbert, I believe Cassandra told you about her own adoption story?”

“How you took her in, yea.”

“I was just like you, back then.” The man’s eyes are stern but kind. Eugene had seen it directed at others, but never him.

“I hovered, and I worried about every little thing. They become the center of your world so fast, and you want to savor every moment. The first night with Cassandra, I never left her side, I just… sat there, and marveled at how something so small could be so important to me so quickly.” He gave the new father a weary smile.

Eugene glanced down at the water, rapidly warming. Cogs turned in his brain as he thought of a proper response.

Captain sighed. “Look, you said he’s sick?” Eugene nodded. “Then I’ll let it slide. Hope he gets well soon, for both of your sakes.”

That caused Eugene’s head to snap up. “What? I’m fine.”

“You’re missing your sass, Fitzherbert. Your color, your spice. You live for that kid, I can tell.” He let the man go, and walked off with a wave. “Hope he gets well soon. Oh, and bring him to training some time, eh?”

Eugene raised his hand in farewell, dumbfounded. The Captain had never been that… nice to him. Ever.

He didn’t ruminate on it for too long. He heard a faint cry from the end of the hall, where his son was.

The door creaked open, revealing a sad sight. Varian tossed and turned in the bed, whimpering and hiccuping tiny sobs. His fists grasped light blue sheets, the same color as eyes which were currently closed. Rapunzel looked to him helplessly.

“Hey hey, bluebird,” Eugene cooed, sliding into the bed and pulling his darling boy into his arms. “Shh, you’re ok, you’re safe. Are you awake?”

Varian whimpered, and Eugene couldn’t tell if it was an affirmation or coincidence. The boy was a furnace, he could only imagine the pain and discomfort. Being sick was never fun, especially at that age.

A more violent cry escaped small lips as Varian squirmed.

“Varian?”

“Momma, it hurts…”

Eugene’s heart plummeted into his stomach. He felt like he was going to vomit, and he wasn’t the sick one. Rapunzel stifled a gasp. Haunting memories of another mother resurfaced.

“H...hey, Varian,” her voice shook to high heavens. “Varian, it’s time to wake up.”

“Don’t wanna… no more.”

Oh lord, no more what? What did this woman do to her son? Their son? Eugene buried his nose into Varian’s sweaty hair and Rapunzel wrapped her arms around them both, a familiar position for the family. His mind raced at light speed, trying not to let too many possibilities flood his mind. He was scaring himself, but he dreaded the real answer more.

Varian’s leg kicked out in his sleep, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Oh, bud,” Eugene sighed, biting his lip. Usually it was Rapunzel who took charge of lullabies, but…

“Look to the stars... my darling baby boy...” Almost like magic, Varian began to settle. His foot, which had been raised mid kick, landed softly on Rapunzel’s chest, the fuzzy socks pressing against his shirt.

The blonde smiled and joined in. “Life is strange and vast, filled with wonder and joy…” As the furrow on Varian’s brow smoothed, Neither of them could help the overwhelming love that filled their souls. All directed at the boy in their arms. Even if he was a handful, and possibly, apparently, dangerous.

Eugene laid Varian back down into bed, brushing unruly hair back. He repositioned so Rapunzel was resting against his chest as they sang in unison.

“Face each new sun with eyes clear and true Unafraid of the unknown Because I’ll face it all with you.”

Varian smiled in his sleep.

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tayegi · 7 years

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The Pretenders (m)

Wolf!Jin companion piece to In Bloom and Where is My Mind?

Warning: I wrote most of this on a 7 hour bus ride home for spring break and it’s unedited and just awful. I am really sorry guys. D:

Word Count: 12,339

Unlike most wolf men his age, Jin does not really mind going into heat. He is thirty years old now, and has gone through heat ten times now for a total of thirty full days of overwhelming horniness. The first time he went through heat was just awful. He remembers feeling so damn horny that he thought he was going to die. Even a week before his heat started, he was already getting uncomfortable. Sex multiple times a day and countless bouts of masturbation left him sane for that week, but then his actual heat came… Never had he cum so hard or so damn often in his entire life. Hell, they had to send him to the hospital for dehydration the moment his heat broke.

But after that, things were definitely tamer. Jin is proud to say that he is no longer consumed by his heat, not like those other beastly, uncivilized boys in his pack. He knows exactly how filthy Namjoon gets, how needy Hoseok, Jimin and Tae are, and how insatiable Jungkook is. Yoongi is a bit better than the rest of them, but he can get so damn grumpy when he has to wait even ten minutes for sex. No, clearly none of them have the self-control and restraint that Jin has.

Those three days of heat every year are nothing more than a minor inconvenience for him. He marks his calendar each year, calls in his sick days, then kicks back in his apartment with a stocked pantry and a handful of pretty female companions. Usually about a dozen women volunteer to take care of him during his heat, so that's not a problem. It's a bit more irritating to deal with their drama when he picks a select few from the bunch, and more than once he has been confronted with tears, but it's really nothing compared to say, Namjoon, who spends months begging wolf girls to donate their time. Obviously with his face, Jin simply does not have to try so hard.

So on any typical day of his heat, Jin will cook, clean the house, maybe spend a few hours catching up on work, before lust trickles into his stomach. Then, he'll just call up any one of the numerous girls in his phone book, she'll come over, they'll bang it out, then he'll cook dinner and sleep.

It's almost absurdly simple. Jin really doesn't understand how other wolves suffer during this time of the year. Those people must just be weak-willed. Clearly, he is above that.

But then comes the year of his tenth heat and everything changes.

The members of his pack and a couple other packs in their area have to fly out to attend an inter-pack territory meeting up north. This coincides with his heat, and they have to leave the eldest member behind. But fine by him. Politics bore him and he'd much rather stay at home and enjoy good sex and even better food. He has a few recipes he'd like to try out, and this would be the perfect occasion for it.

But then he realizes that most of his usual hookups are in packs who are also attending the meeting… And the one woman who isn't has just come down with a terrible case of mono. Seeing as wolf immune systems rarely succumb to illnesses, hers must be particularly bad and Jin's not taking any chances.

Three days before his heat is scheduled to start, Jin begins to feel tendrils of lust curling in his stomach and finally panics. There is only one option left… but he has no choice and calls the last wolf girl he can think of—who is unfortunately someone who has sworn to kick his ass the next time they meet.

"Jin? The hell? Why are you calling me?" you brusquely bark into the receiver, startled to find his name flashing across your phone screen.

"Do you want to have sex?"

His blunt question takes you by surprise and you can't speak for a second. "What?" You exclaim when you find your voice again, "Are you crazy?! No."

Jin makes a small sound of disapproval on the other end, "Well, I can't say that I'm surprised, but I am disappointed."

"What the hell has gotten into you? Jin, are you drunk?"

"No," he says, scoffing at the idea, "I just want to have sex with you."

"Is this a joke? Who's with you right now? This is a fucking terrible prank."

"Nobody's with me… I'm serious right now, ___. Come on, I know you think I'm hot. I bet you've fantasized about me so many times. Well, here's your chance to live out your dreams."

"Do you want to die? You're still as full of yourself as ever, I see. Well, I am in no mood for your inflated ego today. Goodbye, Jin."

"Wait!" he cries out before you can hang up the phone.

You rub your temples with an exasperated sigh, "What, Jin?"

"I'm going into heat this weekend," he finally admits.

"Aha! I knew there was a reason. So you just wanted to use me? Pssht, I don't know who you think I am, but go ask one of your fucking groupies for this, and leave me alone."

"I can't," Jin whines, "They're all going to that damn pack meeting up north and leaving me alone… You're the only wolf I know who's going to be around this weekend. Come on, ___. I need you."

"Nope. Not in your wildest dreams, boy. Now if you excuse me, I need to go bleach my brain of these disgusting images."

"Wait, ___-ah!" he hastily interrupts, "You can't just leave me like this! What if I slip and attack a human woman? Won't you feel guilty then?!"

"Just tie yourself up, dumbass."

"Tie… Tie myself up? He repeats in astonishment.

"Have you never gone through heat alone? Seriously, it's not that big of a deal. I've had to do it for half my heats."

"H-half? Are you serious?!"

You click your tongue, "You spoiled little brat. I bet you've always had girls lined up for that nasty little cheese dick of yours, huh? Well, serves you right. You deserve to suffer."

You move to hang up again, but Jin's panicked yelling on the other end makes you pause, "Wait! But I still need someone to check in on me! Ok, no sex, I get it. I get it. It's fine. But surely you can't be cruel enough to let me starve to death?!"

"You won't die without food for three days."

"But what about water?"

That makes you hesitate, "How long can a person survive without water?"

"___!"

"Fine," you finally grumble, "I'll swing by and check that you're alive."

A flood of enthusiastic thank you's come streaming in through the other line. You wince in annoyance and hang up to avoid listening to his syrupy sweet voice a second longer.

"When does it start?" you ask, in lieu of a greeting, when Jin comes to answer the door on the evening right before his heat is scheduled to begin.

"In an hour or so," he explains as he leads you into the apartment, "But I don't know… it's kinda weird, but I'm already feeling a bit off…"

"Isn't that normal?" you ask as you throw your shoes on the rack and follow him to his bedroom, "I'm usually revved up to go for a whole week before."

Jin shakes his head, "Not for me… This is a bit strange…" His eyebrows furrow in concern and he runs a hand through his honey brown hair.

Against your will, your eyes lock onto that simple action. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but Kim Seokjin is by far the best looking man you have ever laid eyes on. He's so fucking attractive without having to try that it's unfair. You narrow your eyes in irritation and throw your coat onto his dresser with unnecessary aggression. "Ok whatever. Let's just get this over with."

"I borrowed these chains from Jungkook," Jin explains as he sorts through the clutter of heavy steel on his bed, "We're about the same size, but he's stronger than me, so they should hold up."

A noncommittal grunt is your only response as you shuffle through the assortment of chains and leather. Jin is struggling to get the tight leather harness over his broad shoulders while you clamber up to secure the chains to the iron posts of the bed. But in order to do so, you have to climb over the headboard and lean down, leaving you in a vulnerable position on top of his bed.

It's not until you securely fastened all the chains to the post when you realize that there is something wrong. You look up in confusion and nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Jin standing motionlessly in the middle of the bedroom, staring at you with eyes so dark, the irises have been entirely swallowed by his pupils. Adrenaline instinctively kicks through your system, preparing you for the looming fight.

"J-jin?" you stutter, startled by the predatory gleam that overtaken his normally warm brown eyes. You try to scoot back, only to find yourself pressed against the headboard.

He slowly runs his tongue over his plush lips, then takes one long step forward, "___," he groans your name, and now you've realized that his eyes have left your face to transverse the length of your body instead.

Fear flashes in your mind. Automatically, your mind assesses all possible strategies for escape. Jin is bigger and stronger than you. And in his pack, he has had many more years of experience. There's no doubt that he can take you in a physical fight. You'd be entirely helpless against him. But maybe… Maybe if you take him by surprise… A jab in that perfect nose of him might award you the perfect opportunity to escape.

"What's wrong with me?" Jin groans, breaking the reverie, "I feel like shit."

You blink, and relief washes over you at the sight of him neatly in his harness, both hands rubbing over his face as he snaps himself out of it. "It's only three days," you inform him, "You'll live."

He huffs in response, leaning down to strap on his ankle cuffs, then bending over slightly to allow you to chain his wrists. "Are you sure you don't want to have sex with me?"

The unexpected nature of his question, asked in conjunction with his close proximity, makes your heart skip a beat. He's so close that all he'd have to do is turn around and the two of you would be in a near embrace. His heat hasn't started yet, but you can already sense the pheromones drifting off his body.

You swallow tightly, then shoot him the dirtiest look you can muster, "I'd rather die." Then you cuff his wrists behind his back with more aggression than necessary. "I'll be back in the morning to feed you."

Jin droops his head, clearly disappointed, "Ok."

You test the hold of his chains one last time before you duck out of the room, anxious to put some distance between yourself and the charms of the man you've sworn to resist.

It takes you nearly an hour of pep-talk in order to haul your ass out of bed the next morning. You're covered head to toe in your thickest clothing, but you still feel naked when you let yourself through his front door with the key he provided you with the day before.

You glance over at the ominous sight of his bedroom door before you settle down in the kitchen with a shudder of trepidation. Time to feed this boy so you can go home already.

"This is burned," Jin complains with a wrinkle of his nose.

You drop the toast back on the plate in shock, "What?"

He arches one perfectly shaped eyebrow at you, "Your toast is burned. Do you really expect me to eat that?"

It's already over twelve hours into his heat… And he's only concerned about the burnt toast?! Your gaze drops to the crotch of his pants in suspicion, and you're surprised to find nothing there. The front of his loose, drawstring sweatpants looks entirely flat. He's not aroused at all… Either that or he has a really small dick.

You sigh deeply and fork up some eggs instead, "Just shut up and eat already so I can go home."

"These eggs are undercooked," is his only response.

You narrowly resist the urge to smack yourself in the forehead, "Just eat already, damn it!"

Jin huffs, but nevertheless parts his full lips to allow you to feed him another bite, "This is ridiculous. Just untie me and let me cook for both of us before we starve."

"Hey, watch it! I've fed myself fine for a decade with no problem."

"Really?" his doe eyes widen in mock surprise, "You must be a masochist."

"Why you little—" Your hand automatically raises as though to hit him, but then you remember how unwise it would be to touch him in this state, no matter how unaffected he seems. You clear your throat and awkwardly rub your hands together, "Please just eat already. You know I can't set you free."

"This is such an unnecessary inconvenience," he grumbles, "I don't want to be tied up like a dog and you obviously don't want to babysit me. So just forget this nonsense and let me go."

"I can't," you mumble, "You're not in your right mind right now. You could seriously hurt someone."

"I'm not like your typical wolf," he complains with a wrinkle of his nose, "I have more self-control than that."

"So you don't feel lust? Are you asexual?"

"It's not that I'm immune. I do get… urges as well. But unlike like those nasty little children running around rutting any moving object, I'm civilized. I just need one good fuck, and I'm fine for the rest of the day."

The thinly veiled insinuations gnaw at you, but you stubbornly feign ignorance, "Good to know."

"I know you helped Taehyung out for his heat once," Jin continues, undeterred, "It wasn't pretty, was it?"

You shudder at the memory of those two hours you suffered with the younger wolf boy and his insufferable oral fixation, "I was so dehydrated that I needed to get an IV afterwards."

Jin chuckles softly, "That's because he's still a child. He doesn't know how to control himself…"

"And you're different, aren't you?" you ask wryly.

His lush red lips curl into a smile, "Of course I am. I wouldn't treat you like a toy. I would worship you."

Against your will, your throat tightens. He looks so good right now, leaning casually against the headboard with his tousled hair falling into his half-lidded eyes. His bindings can barely fit over his broad shoulders, making him bulge against the leather. You've always been aware of the fact that Kim Seokjin is the most beautiful man you've ever laid eyes on—quite possibly the most beautiful man anyone's ever laid eyes on. And to be so close to him while he's propositioning you so openly…

You angrily shove the rest of the eggs into his mouth, "I'm not fucking sleeping with you, Jin."

He laughs around his mouthful of food, "Hey, it was worth a shot."

You shoot him the most withering look you can muster, "I thought you were above most men, hmm?"

"I am," he says, "It would just be more comfortable if you had sex with me. That's all."

You simply snort, "Whatever. I'll be back in a few hours to check if you're alive."

And then you stroll out the door without a second glance.

When you check up on him again in the evening, you're surprised to find him in the exact same nonchalant mood. It's officially been 24 hours since the start of his heat, and besides the rather suggestive request in the morning, he hasn't said or done anything to indicate that he was feeling the slightest bit aroused. No lewd comments, no erection (unless he's really tiny, which, to be honest, you haven't entirely ruled out yet), and not a single attempt to break free. Is he really even a wolf?!

You've heard of rare instances where asexual wolves have been unaffected by mating urges, and you had been beginning to think that Jin was in this category… but then something very interesting happens on the second morning of his heat…

It's the same pattern as always. You wake up, grudgingly trudge to Jin's house and prepare him breakfast before waking him up for the day. He complains about your terrible cooking and you scold him for his ungracious attitude. Then you march him into the bathroom for a quick clean up before darting to your Jin-free sanctuary back home.

Everything's going smoothly. You've only tried to strangle the fussy wolf once for critiquing your cooking—a huge improvement from yesterday, and you're marching him to the bathroom to clean up the orange juice you "accidentally" splashed on his face when he suddenly catches his reflection in the mirror with a horrified scream.

"What?!" You exclaim in alarm, rushing over to examine his face. But he looks perfectly fine, besides a small spot of dried juice on his chin.

"What happened?" Jin exclaims, and if not for the chains on his wrists, you're sure he would've slapped both hands over his mouth just to be dramatic.

You frown at his reflection, but he looks the same as always, "What do you mean? What's wrong?"

"Do you not see this?!" He angrily juts his chin out towards the mirror, "I'm ruined!"

You squint more closely at his face. He's as irritatingly beautiful as always. Wide doe eyes, straight nose, plush pink lips. It's infuriating. Your lips instantly curl into a grimace of distaste, "What's the matter? Yeah, you're really ugly. So what?"

Jin shrieks in distress, "You're right! I'm seriously hideous!"

You flinch and cover your ears, "You're only now realizing this?" you grumble, "You were born with this face, Jin. There's nothing you can do about it."

"No, I'm not usually this ugly!" He wails, "Don't look at me right now, ___. Go look at the cardboard cutout of me in the living room. Please don't remember me like this!"

There is actual despair in his eyes. He's practically on the verge of tears. This fucking vain idiot. You want to laugh so badly that it takes several seconds of deep breathing exercises before you're confident that you won't burst into hysterics. Oh god… If only you thought ahead to grab your phone before entering the bedroom to record this. A mental breakdown by the conceited older wolf would be a priceless memento.

But then you think longingly of your apartment, where you have wine and new bath bombs waiting, and you decide that the quickest way to get out of this situation is to appease this idiot. "You look the same as always, Jinnie," you gently inform him, "Everything's okay."

"It's not okay!" He tearfully exclaims, "I'm so ugly! Ugh, I hate myself right now. Look at my chin! So hairy!"

You blink three times in rapid succession, "Wait… what?"

"My facial hair grows so quickly," he cries, "It hides my handsome face!"

Instinctively, your hands curl into fists, and you barely manage to contain your rage before you can jump on his back and beat the shit out of him. You take a deep breath through your nose to attempt to calm yourself before responding, "…It's fine," you say through gritted teeth, "Let's get you shaved, ok?"

"Hurry, ___!" he whines, "I miss looking at my beauty!"

Your hand twitches again, but you force yourself to unclench your fists, "You owe me so much after this," you grumble as you search through the bathroom for his shaving supplies.

"You get to look at my handsome face. Isn't that good enough?"

You throw the razor into the sink in anger, "That's it!" You yell, "I'm done!"

"Wait," he protests, "What about my face?"

"Just stare at your ugliness. You deserve this, bitch."

"Wait, ___, I'm sorry!" He calls after you when you try to march out the door, "I didn't mean that, ok? I'll make it up to you if you help me shave!"

You pause in the doorway, "…How?"

"Umm… Meat?"

"Nah, that's too weak."

"I'm a really good cook, though!"

"I don't care. Next?"

"Uh—sex?"

You resist the urge to kick him in the shin, "You're just listing things that you like, pervert!" You growl, "I told you, I'm not sleeping with you!"

"Ok, ok fine, I'm sorry!" he exclaims, trying to cool down your anger, "How about a date then?"

You instantly fall silent at that. A chill runs down your spine, "What did you say?"

"To thank you for helping me out this weekend, I'll take you out on a date—a really nice one, too," he hastily adds, "That is what you want, isn't it?"

Heat floods your cheeks at the memory of the most humiliating day of your life. It's been nearly three years since that incident, but you still can't help the embarrassment that cripples you from the reminder.

"Fuck you, Jin."

"Wait, what?" He desperately calls after you, "What's wrong? I'm sorry, ___! Whatever I said to upset you, I didn't mean it!"

Your heart twists in your chest. He's so oblivious. He honestly doesn't understand how offensive his statement was. You take a deep breath before exhaling deeply and stepping back into the room, "Fine… Let's just get this over with so I can go home already."

Jin obediently nods his head, "Thank you, ___."

You glare at his reflection in the mirror before reluctantly plucking the razor up from the sink. "There's really nothing on your face, dummy," you reprimand him, even as you wash your hands, then squeeze a dollop of shaving cream on your palms, "It's just a bit of peach fuzz. You're like a prepubescent boy."

"I'm not," he complains, even as he tilts his chin up to allow you to smear the thick cream everywhere, "I swear if you let this grow out for another day, I'll turn into Gandalf!"

You roll your eyes, "Shut up and hold still, you big baby. I don't want to cut you."

Jin instantly snaps his jaw shut, terrified of ruining his good looks. He's such a simple creature. You bite back a laugh and carefully feel for the line of his jaw before dragging the razor across the slick cream. It's a bit unnerving having to touch him so intimately, but you have no choice. You're aware of the hissy fit he'd throw if you accidentally cut his porcelain skin, and you've had more than enough of his whining for one day. You wipe the excess shaving cream off the razor, then dip your head to admire the clean track across the white. His bare skin underneath is so smooth to the touch that tingles shoot down your fingertips.

You curse yourself for your nonsensical reaction and busy yourself with working the razor across his cheeks, determined not to touch him again. But soon his cheeks are completely clean, and cream only remains around his plush lips. You gulp.

"Hold still, Jin," you gently instruct him as you cup his jaw to hold him in place.

"Ok," he relents, his face so close to yours that you feel his breath ghost your cheeks.

You resist the urge to shiver and gently bring the sharp blade to the small space between his nose and his defined cupid's bow. But the razor feels oversized and clumsy in your suddenly clammy hand. There's no way you can prevent slicing into his delicate skin like this. You swallow tightly, then reach over to boldly press your thumb against his mouth, holding the skin taut as you drag the blade along that small sliver of skin.

Jin doesn't say anything, but you can sense his surprise by the way a muscle twitches in his cheek. You finish up his upper lip as quickly as you possibly can, embarrassment threatening to cause your hand to tremble, before moving to the small area above his chin. Somehow, his bottom lip is even thicker than his top one and it feels like your finger is sinking into a cloud as you press it out of the way. And the tiniest hint of moisture you feel when you shove your finger in too hard… It's more of a shock than a tingle at this point, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't tempted to slip your finger all the way through and touch his tongue.

You finish shaving him in record time and hurriedly pat him down with a wet washcloth before you dive for his toothbrush, eager to put space between the two of you. Your heart is beating louder than usual and you're terrified that he'll pick up on it.

"Thank you, ___," Jin murmurs in a voice deeper than its usual bell-like tone.

Your toes curl and you quickly shove the toothbrush in his mouth instead of replying. Then you can breathe easily again. Brushing his teeth is a lot less sexy than shaving him. After a minute, your heart rate steadies and the sweat on your palms finally dry. When you hold the rinsing cup to his mouth to spit, everything feels back to normal, filling you with a sense of enormous relief.

"Alright, Jin. I'm uncuffing one of your hands," you inform him in a chipper voice, determined to pretend as though nothing had happened, "Hurry and pee so I can go home."

"Wait, ___-ah," he protests, but you've already unlocked his right hand with a shake of your head.

"I'll be in the hallway."

"___-ah!" He calls out your name again, but it's useless.

You turn a deaf ear to his complaints and shut the door tightly behind you. And only with the heavy door between you can you finally relax. You rub your fingers into your aching temples, then duck into the living room to grab your phone. Ah, it's already almost ten AM. Your whole day is going to disappear if you spend any longer caring for this overgrown baby.

"Jin, are you done yet?" you irritably call into the bathroom.

"Uh… um no."

You press your ear against the door in confusion, but you don't hear the telltale sound of him pissing, "Ah, are you taking a shit instead?"

"___!" he yells.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," you assure him in the hallway, "It's just a natural human process."

"That's not it!" he practically bellows through the thin wall.

You jump in surprise, "Ok, ok settle down. I was just messing around," you chuckle, "Don't be shy. Just finish your business so I can leave."

There's a brief pause on the other side. Then, in the smallest voice possible, Jin whispers, "I can't."

"What?"

"I can't pee," He says again, embarrassment etched in every syllable.

"Why not? You haven't peed all night. Just do it already. You won't get another chance until I come back this afternoon."

"I seriously can't!" There is a tinge of desperation in his tone this time.

Your brow furrows in confusion, and without thinking, your curiosity overwhelms you and you barge into the bathroom.

Jin's head jerks up at once, "Ah, ___!" He cries out, slapping a hand over his crotch, but it's too late and you've seen it all.

"NO!" you shriek, futilely squeezing your eyes shut but the image of Jin's sweatpants and boxers tugged to mid-thigh with his unreasonably thick erection grasped in his hand is permanently etched in the back of your eyelids. "Jin!" You scream, "What the hell is that?!"

"I'm sorry!" he quickly turns his back in embarrassment.

"I thought you weren't perverted and horny like other men!" you rake your hands through your hair in utter despair.

"I'm not," he insists, but his tone sounds less certain than before.

"Then what the hell is that?!"

"It's your fault," he childishly protests, "You shouldn't have touched me like that."

"I only shaved your face! How was I supposed to know you'd pop a boner?!"

Jin pauses for a moment. "Your hands are soft," he finally says in a quiet voice, "And you're very pretty up close."

Your jaw drops in shock. You never thought you'd hear those words from the beauty queen himself. And you hate the way it makes your heart beat stutter. "Shut up, playboy. Just pee already."

"Um… I can't."

"What? Of course you can. Hurry it up."

"No, ___... I really can't. Were you never taught sex ed in school? Men can't pee with a boner…"

Realization strickens you. "Oh… oh fuck!"

Jin nervously shuffles from foot to foot, "Just put my chains back on. It's fine."

"No way. You haven't used the restroom all night. I'm not about to clean you up when I come back to find that you've pissed all over yourself."

"Oh… So is it okay if I…? Should I…?"

Your face flushes at the insinuation, "Do what you have to so I can go—"

A loud moan interrupts you mid-sentence. Your eyes pop open when you realize what he's doing, and you rush to slam the door shut as quickly as possible, but it's too late and the slick sounds of him rapidly pumping his erection bounce around the bathroom walls and into the pit of your stomach. He's wasted no fucking time following your instructions. And now you're scarred for life.

You slide down into a crouch and bury your face in your knees with a groan. But you still can't shake that dangerous desire to crawl back into the bathroom after him.

It takes everything in your power to force yourself to return that afternoon. You were originally scheduled to check on him around noon, but you couldn't drag yourself out of bed until an entire hour of pep talk. It takes another ten minutes of pacing back and forth on his doormat before you can muster the courage to let yourself in. You would have let yourself loiter in the living room to avoid him as well, but as soon as you enter the apartment, his keen wolf ears immediately pick up on the commotion.

"Yah, ___? Hurry and let me free!"

You've been inside his apartment for less than ten seconds, yet you already feel a migraine forming in your temples. You sigh deeply and drag your feet to his bedroom, "We're almost halfway done, Jin. Do you really need to make this difficult? Can't we just—what the fuck is that?!"

Jin guiltily glances down at the bulge in his sweatpants before squirming against his bindings again, "You're late. Please hurry and let me go."

"Jin… I told you I'm not having sex with you."

"I'm so hard that it hurts," he groans, awkwardly twisting his hips for some much needed friction, "Please."

"Didn't you just um… relieve yourself a few hours ago? I thought you said you just needed sex once a day, then you'd be fine."

"Good sex," he corrects you, "Jerking myself off in the bathroom is nothing compared to what you could do to me… Come on, ___. Please?"

You immediately shake your head, flustered by the very thought, "No way… But if you're really that horny, I'll just uncuff one of your hands again… Be quick."

Jin reluctantly nods, and the moment you free his right hand, he sticks it down his pants, pulling himself out of his sweatpants with a deep sigh of relief. You jump back with a screech at the sight of his bare erection for the second time that day. How could you have ever thought him to be small?! His cock is so thick that even his large hands are barely able to wrap around the girth, and so long that you can't imagine how he finds pants that fit.

There's already copious amounts of precum beading at the swollen red head, slicking his motions as he grips himself tightly enough to make the veins pop at the back of his hand. You immediately turn to the side, too embarrassed to look, but you can feel the heat of his gaze on the back of your head. Then, unexpectedly, the slick sounds stop.

Curiosity gets the best of you, and you turn around without really thinking—to find him staring straight at you.

"J-Jin?" you stammer, faltering before the dark heat in his eyes, "Is something wrong?"

"I can't stop thinking about how soft your hands were this morning," he whispers as his eyes slowly drift up and down your figure, eating up every curve with ravenous hunger, "They would feel so much better than my own…"

Your mouth dries at his sheer audacity. You would've never expected such filth from the normally composed older man. As though possessed, you stumble forward, hand outstretched and eyes fixated on the mouthwatering erection in his grip.

You catch yourself a split second before you can make a fool of yourself, and immediately drop to the ground with a shriek, "Ugh, stop it, Jin!"

He huffs in disappointment, "It's really not a big deal. Your hands are just nicer than mine. What's the problem?"

"I don't want to touch you," you stubbornly cross your arms over your chest.

He gives you a look, "Of course you do. Look at me: who wouldn't want to?"

As always, his stupid fat mouth ruins the mood. You slowly pull yourself back to your feet and dust your knees off, "You're so full of yourself, Kim Seokjin."

"I'd prefer it if you were full of me," he easily counters with a little wink.

Your jaw drops in outrage, "Kim Seokjin!"

He laughs and squeezes his hand around his erection, "I would literally do anything to be inside of you right now, ___. Seriously. Name it, and I'll do it."

"Shave your head," you deadpan.

He stares at you for a good long minute. Then he sighs, "Fine. Get me the razor."

"What?! No! I was just joking! Stop it."

"I'm serious. I'll even grow out my beard if you sat on my dick right now. Come on, ___-ah. Please?"

You stubbornly shake your head, "I'm not sleeping with you, Jin. Just forget it."

"I can't help it," he groans, "It's these goddamn hormones. All I can think about is how warm and soft you are… You're so fucking female. It's driving me crazy. I just want to push you down on your hands and knees and slide right into you… You're a good girl, yeah? I bet you'd take my dick like a champ."

"Jin!"

"You smell so fucking good, too," he continues, undeterred by your extreme embarrassment, "Goddamn… Are you ovulating right now? Every instinct is screaming at me to take you and fill you up with my cum… Are you taking birth control?"

Your eyes widen at his strange question, "Yes, of course. And there's no way I'm popping out your nasty little pups, so don't get any ideas."

"The pill isn't foolproof…" he mutters under his breath, "I'd pump you so full of my seed… then I'd make you hold it in and not let a single drop spill. Or else I'll push it back inside of you… or better yet, I'll just live inside that fucking delicious little cunt of yours," he says with a harsh pant, his tongue poking out of his mouth to flick at his reddened lips.

Your ears burn at the obscene images that flash across your mind. He hasn't even fucked you yet and he's already talking about breeding you like you're his bitch. This is fucking absurd. Without thinking, you jump across the room and slap a hand around his.

Jin's eyes pop open and with a little gasp, his hand immediately slides out of yours to allow you to touch him properly.

You're positive that your face is the most unappealing shade of crimson by now, but you refuse to dwell on the thought as you twist your hand around the erection that is practically pulsating from even this simple touch, "Shut up," you growl at him as your other hand reaches up to rub at his balls, as though to coax the orgasm out of him as quickly as possible, "I don't want to hear you say such ridiculous bullshit ever again."

He can't say anything in response, his voice entirely delegated to the deep moan that fills up all four corners of the room and reverberates deep in your core. You swallow tightly, trying to ignore the fucked out expression on his beautiful face. His brow is furrowed, his lips parted, fringe sticking to his forehead with sweat as he gasps and pants under your ministrations. The worst part is that he won't stop looking at you, his gaze fixed on you despite the nearly overwhelming desire to roll his eyes back.

You can practically see him undressing you in his mind, flipping you on your stomach and taking complete control of your body. If you allowed him, he'd be praying at your altar in a heartbeat, worshipping your body and instilling you with so much pleasure that you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. But you can't do that. You can't concede to him. To this bastard who has hurt you so badly in the past. You refuse to stroke his overinflated ego and be one of those girls.

You increase the speed of your pumps, strategically flicking your wrist over the leaking head of his cock with each upward stroke until your arm is burning with pain and Jin is melting beneath you. Every muscle is bulging against the chains, the veins in his arms about to burst from the way he fights against the steel, and his hips thrust forward as much as he can manage in his confines.

You concentrate on the hard pumps of your fist, refusing to look up, but you know that he's staring at you. What sins have you committed in a past life to deserve this? You're so uncomfortable that you could die. Traumatized, you dig your thumb into the angry red head of his cock with renewed vigor and at last, he thankfully comes undone in your hands.

"Fuck, ___!" he shouts your name, hips stuttering hard enough to almost dislodge your hand as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.

You wince as thick strings of white shoot out to coat your hands and the front of your shirt, but you grit your teeth as you stroke him through his climax, trying to ignore the way he whimpers under your touch. You don't stop until he softens in your grip, and squeeze the last of the cum out of his head, making him shudder, before you finally drop your hand.

You mutter a curse as you glance at the mess he made all over your clothes. Of course he'd get his nasty cum all over you and not a drop on himself… Typical. You're about to get to your feet and reach over for a tissue to clean yourself off when a hand suddenly shoots out to grab your wrist. You turn to find Jin's face inches away from yours, cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink from his recent exertion, but his eyes as dark as always.

"What would I have to do to get you to put those fingers inside of you?"

As though by instinct, your eyes drop to the cum-drenched fingers on your right hand before shooting up to meet his again, "What the hell, Jin?!"

"Please push them inside of you… I promise I won't look, okay?"

"Like hell I will, you pervert!" you yell, ripping your hand from his grip.

He huffs in frustration when you yank tissues from the box on the nightstand and angrily wipe your hands. "That's okay," he says after a few minutes of silent fuming over your blunt rejection, "It should be my dick inside of you instead."

You snap your head to look at him in shock, "I thought you said you only needed one orgasm to feel fine again?! What the hell is this?!"

"I told you, a handjob is nothing when your sweet little pussy is this fucking close… Damn. I just came but I already want to again."

"Oh my god. Not before you fucking take a piss first!" you exclaim, jumping to your feet to undo the chains locking him to the bed.

"Wait, can't I at least reciprocate first?"

You flush at the thought of him between your legs… You've worn leggings under your jeans on purpose today, but if he would just pull down your pants, he'd be hit by the revelation of just how much pleasing him has affected you as well. And you refuse to ever give him that satisfaction.

"No. I don't want your nasty little hands on me."

"Why not?! You think I'm hot. I know you're attracted to me! So why the hell not?"

Your stomach flipflops in embarrassment at that reminder, "That was a long time ago," you inform him in a quiet voice, "I don't feel that way about you anymore."

"What? How is it possible to suddenly stop being attracted to someone? You're so full of—"

You impatiently tug on his chains, practically dragging him off the bed, "Shut up and pee!" you hiss as you shove him through the door and slam it shut.

You're dismayed, but not in the least surprised, to find him hard again when you check up on him that evening. You drop your bag on the nightstand with a deep sigh as you wring your hands together.

"Damn… I already ruined one shirt today, Jin. Are you serious?"

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers, making you roll your eyes. At least he has the decency to feel embarrassed.

You sigh again as you plop down on the bed next to him. Then, without further ado, you slide a hand down the front of his pants to grasp his aching hard-on.

Jin gasps out loud, his chains rattling noisily against the bed frame as he helplessly arches into your touch. "Oh god. That feels so good."

You're wearing two pairs of leggings under your pants this time, but you still press your thighs together, terrified that he'll smell your arousal. "Shut up and come already."

He moans in response, eyes squeezed shut and teeth worrying at his plush lower lip. Sweat beads at his forehead and his breathing begins to stutter in record time. More prepared this time around, you quickly reach over with your free hand to pluck a few tissues to lie across your lap, but suddenly Jin jerks his hips away from you.

"S-stop!"

Surprised, you immediately drop your hand, "Seokjin? What's wrong?"

He can't respond for a minute, eyes still squeezed shut as he shakes his head, "I… I—fuck give me a sec."

Your brow furrows as you watch him, equal parts confused and concerned as he attempts to catch his breath. You kindly rub a circle into his thigh as you try again, "Jinnie, are you okay?"

Once again, he flinches away from you as though scalded by boiling water, "Don't touch me, ___," he hisses.

You fold your hands in your lap in utter bewilderment as you watch him breathe harshly through his nose. His handsome face is scrunched up in what looks like genuine pain. Your chest tightens in guilt. "Let me help you come, honey."

He hastily shakes his head, "No."

"What? Why not? I promise you'll feel a lot better after this," you insist as you drift closer to his ridiculously hard length again.

Once again, he squirms away before you can make contact, "No I won't," he growls, "I'll feel a million times worse."

"Why?" Your eyes pop open in alarm, "Does it really not feel good? Shit, I'm sorry. Tell me what I can do to make it better."

"You can sit on my dick."

"What?"

"Handjobs aren't going to do it, ___... I feel better for about five minutes, but then it gets so much fucking worse… It's only a small taste, but I want the full thing. I want to be inside of you," he whines, "It hurts so fucking bad, ___. I seriously am going to die if I don't fuck you now."

You close your eyes briefly, trying to prevent those scandalous words from affecting you, "It's just your wolf instincts," you inform him when you finally regain your sanity, "The hormones are telling you to mate and reproduce. But your feelings aren't real. You don't actually want me, Jinnie… Don't worry. Some girl wolves will be back from the conference tomorrow. I'll call some of them up and they'll be here to help you out first thing in the morning, ok?"

"No," Jin blurts out, startling you, "You're wrong."

You freeze in the motion of pulling out your phone to scroll through your contacts and glance up at him, "What do you mean?"

"If you don't think I want you, you're fucking stupid. I want you, ___." He pauses to take a deep breath of air, "I've always wanted you."

Elation hits you like a ton of bricks, flooding every cell in your body until you're practically floating before realization settles in. He's in heat. He'll say anything to get in your pants. How are you so stupid? Embarrassed that you could've believed such blatant lies, you angrily whip out your phone again, determined to find someone to save you from this situation, "I didn't know you were such a fucking liar, Kim Seokjin. Do I look that easy to you?"

His lips twist into a frown, "I'm not joking, ___."

You simply roll your eyes with a muttered "yeah right."

"Seriously, ___. Do you think this is easy for me to admit? It's fucking embarrassing, and I can't believe I'm demeaning myself like this… But I don't care anymore. I'll do anything just to be inside of you."

Rage bursts through your veins at his offensive remark, "Oh yeah, demeaning yourself, huh? Because you're so perfect and out of my league, you can't believe you're begging someone like me for sex, hmm? Well, fuck you, Kim Seokjin!"

"What the hell are you talking about?!" He shouts after you when you make to march out of the room, "You know that's not what I meant! Come on, ___! Stop this nonsense!"

You're halfway out the apartment when you remember that you've left your bag in his bedroom. Huffing with anger, you stomp back in and snatch it off the nightstand. "I can't believe I even gave you a handjob, you ungrateful piece of shit. You haven't changed at all."

"Well, I bet you liked it!" He yells back. For some reason, he's just as angry as you, "That's all you've ever seen me as, huh? Just a piece of ass. I never thought I'd stoop so low as to let you objectify me… But fuck it, I'm going to die if I don't have you. So do whatever you want to me. I don't care anymore."

You are too furious to speak for nearly a full minute. You turn to him with gritted teeth and clenched fists, whole body quivering with rage, "How dare you? Are you seriously trying to make me the villain here?! Are you fucking serious?! In case you don't remember, you were the one who rejected me, you superficial son of a bitch!"

"You were the one who used me!" He shouts back, "You knew that I had liked you for so long, but you only wanted a quick fuck. I'm sorry that I said some rude things to you that night… But you knew how much I liked you… And to do that to me…" his voice suddenly breaks off and his eyes dart down to the bed sheets underneath him, unable to make eye contact for a second longer. Is it just your imagination, or is there a strange tremor to his voice?

"Whatever," he gruffly says when he finally manages to rein in his passionate outburst, "What happened in the past happened. I don't care anymore. Just fuck me, okay? It's all you want from me, isn't it?"

You stare at him for a long time, unable to speak or even breathe if you wanted to. You've never been so confused in your entire life.

A memory from three years ago flashes across your mind… of that rainy, despondent evening when Jin had broken your heart.

You had been friends with Jin for over a year at that point… and had been in love with him for almost as long. It had taken you months of summoning your courage before you decided to take the leap and confess your feelings for him.

You remember spending nearly fifteen minutes rambling on and on about how beautiful he was, how attracted you were to him before you finally confessed. You knew Kim Seokjin well. You knew what buttons to press and how to flatter him.

"Y-you're just so good-looking. I've never seen anyone so handsome before. Look at your perfect skin and your big eyes and your straight nose and… I just don't understand how you are so beautiful. And… and recently… I… I've come to the realization that I am attracted to you, Jin. I just want to kiss you every time I see you. I can't see you as just a friend anymore... I want more… I want to date you."

Finishing up your rant, you peeked up at him through your eyelashes, nervous beyond belief, but also strangely hopeful. You had planned out this confession well. He loved hearing about how good-looking he was. Maybe… just maybe he'd be able to reciprocate your feelings. You crossed your fingers tightly and prayed for a miracle.

You were stupid to think you had a chance.

"Really, ___?" Jin snorted, wrinkling his nose in derision, "What were you thinking, going through all this? If I'm really as handsome as you say I am, then don't you think I'm a little out of your league?"

Your jaw dropped in astonishment and your heart plummeted. Never have you heard the normally easy-going wolf boy talk to you like this before. "Wh-what?"

He scoffed at the shell-shocked expression on your face, "You're attracted to me, huh? You want to kiss me all the time? What makes you think you deserve to?"

"I… I don't know. I just thought—"

"That you were pretty enough for me? Seriously?"

Tears pricked at your eyes. You had never been so insulted and so utterly humiliated in your entire life. Is this really coming from Kim Seokjin, the sweetheart who bakes you cookies and lets you win at Mario cart?

"I know I'm not," you shot back as you angrily blinked back hot tears, "I just thought you were different… But forget it. Fuck you, Jin."

"And I thought you were different too…" you heard him mutter from behind you. But you're too angry to glance back as you stomp out of the building and straight into the pouring rain.

You snap back to reality and blink at the sight of Jin staring at you with hungry, pleading eyes. For the first time, you catch a hint of shame in his expression by the way his bottom lip quivers. Could there be any truth to his seemingly preposterous spin of that rainy night three years ago?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Before you can second guess yourself, you pop open the button to your jeans and yank the zipper down. The loud grind of the zipper teeth makes Jin's doe eyes widen to comical sizes.

"That's it, baby," he breathlessly encourages you, forgetting about the argument in a heartbeat, "Take it off. Take it all off."

You ignore him, turning to the side in embarrassment as you carefully shuck your jeans. You wait exactly three seconds before—

"Holy fucking shit!"

Ah, there it is. You turn just in time to witness Jin's intense reaction. His nostrils are flared, his eyes popping from his skull, and his tongue wagging to better sample your scent.

"Oh my god," he moans when you strip both pairs of leggings and a new waft of your arousal drifts through the room. He's thrashing against his harness at this point, his chains beating rhythmically against the bed frame as he lunges for you over and over. You're just glad that he's too fucked out to tease you for your uncontrollable physical reaction to his lust.

"Close your eyes," you tell him as you timidly crawl onto the bed in just a pair of tiny, lacy panties.

As expected, he completely disregards your instructions and rakes his eyes up and down your figure before focusing on the wet patch on the crotch of your underwear. "Let me go!" He demands in a voice so deep, you can hardly believe that it came from the sweet older man.

You gulp in fear before swiftly turning around and positioning yourself on your knees in front of him. Jin's thrashing increases in fervor a hundred times over as he tries to jerk himself towards your clothed heat teasingly displayed before him. You wince at the volume of his chains beating against the bed and the back wall. He's going to seriously hurt himself if he keeps this up.

Without wasting another second, you hook the crotch of your panties to the side and grab his erection to line up with your sopping wet center. You take a deep breath, then you do the one thing you had sworn to never do in your entire life: You fuck Kim Seokjin.

He full out snarls at the feeling of your heat enveloping him, all attempts at breaking free long forgotten as he slams his head back, rendered utterly immobile from the intensity of the pleasure flooding every cell. You're so wet that he slides right in with no resistance, and despite his size, the stretch is entirely satisfying. You inhale as deeply as you can, then you plant your hands on the mattress in front of you to stabilize as you begin to push your ass back into the cradle of his hips.

Jin moans at the feeling and when he helplessly arches his hips forward in the limited space his restraints allow him, you decide to take pity on him and increase the speed of your thrusts. Soon, you're fucking him so hard that the entire bed shakes and your thighs burn from the exertion, but you don't dare slow down for even a second.

Above you, Jin openly vocalizes his pleasure, messily moaning and shouting your name without one fuck given about how desperate he sounds. You're sorely tempted to glance over your shoulder to peek at him, but you're positive that you'll cum at the sight of his pleasure-ridden face. You're barely hanging on, as it is. His dick feels so good inside of you, so thick and hitting all the right spots that you can barely breathe. And the way he smells. Damn.

Jin is not going to last for much longer. He's been turned on for too damn long, and you're amazed that he hasn't exploded already. You slam your hips back against his harder, desperate to have him lose himself first. How humiliating would it be if you were the one to come first? You're not even in heat! But then Jin says the one thing that leads to your imminent downfall:

"Ah, babygirl. Fuck. You are so perfect."

And just like that, the heat in your stomach swells, an orgasm washing over you without warning. "Shit!" you curse as your legs shake and your arms grow too weak to hold yourself upright. You find yourself nearly face-planting on the soft bed, but you can't bring yourself to care as you revel in the delicious afterglow.

"Don't stop!" Jin practically yells at you when you fall limp on the bed, "Please, please, please don't stop."

He frantically struggles against the steel chains surrounding each limb, careening his hips forward as far as he can, but it's not enough to reach you. "Please," he begs again, almost on the verge of tears as he swivels his hips the mere inch he can reach inside of you.

Shocked out of your blissful daydream, you instantly stretch your hips back to meet his. How could you have been so distracted to forget about his pleasure when the whole purpose of all of this was to get him off?

You're exhausted, every muscle screaming in protest as you fuck yourself back on him as hard as you can. Somehow, the pain is worth it for the way Jin cries out and shakes behind you. Less than a minute passes before he is quivering as hard as a leaf, hips uncontrollably stuttering against your ass as he explodes inside of you.

You slow the pace of your thrusts after that, milking him for all he's got, but you don't stop entirely until he groans weakly from overstimulation. Then you slide off his softening length, both of you wincing when sticky cum trickles down your thigh. Flustered, you immediately lunge for the tissues on the nightstand. But you barely manage to take one step before your weakened knees give out on you and you land in a confused heap on the floor.

"___-ah! Are you okay?!" Jin calls out in concern.

You hastily nod your head, embarrassed beyond belief as you scrub at the wetness between your legs. But your hands are also trembling and you keep missing. God, this is the most humiliating situation you've ever been in. You just want to go home and curl up in a hot bath to nurse your wounds and cry it out of your system. You can't believe you just had sex with him. Not after what he's done to you. And fuck, he's probably regretting it too. He was just desperate for a warm body in the height of his heat, but now that he's had his release and is thinking properly again, he's probably so disgusted by what happened. You're not good enough for him—he's said so himself and now he's going to—

"___, can you let me go?"

You snap your head up in surprise, "O-oh. Yes, of course. Sorry."

You jump to your feet and hastily unlock the cuffs around his hands and ankles with shaky fingers. As soon as his hands are free, Jin tucks his spent length back in his sweatpants, then rubs his sore wrists with a sigh of relief.

You refuse to look at him the entire time, busying yourself with shoving your legs into your abandoned jeans, not even bothering with the leggings in your haste. The only thought in your mind is escape.

"Where are you going?"

His soft question makes you nearly jump out of your skin in shock. "I-I trust you, Jin," you mutter as you shove your leggings into your bag, "I'm sure you don't get into any trouble unchained until the morning."

"Are you coming back in the morning?" he asks, and it might just be your imagination, it sounds like there is a flicker of hope in his tone.

Without looking at him, you shake your head, "A few of my friends should be home tomorrow. They'll take care of you then."

Jin doesn't say anything for a while, making you believe that he's accepted your terms, when he suddenly scoffs in distaste, "So I was right. That is all you wanted from me."

You look up in surprise and are instantly taken back by the barely concealed rage on his handsome face, "What the hell are you talking about?"

He simply scoffs again and plops down on the bed to avoid you, "If you just wanted to fuck me, you should've just done that in the beginning, instead of holding out. I wouldn't have judged you."

You rise to your feet, bewildered by his reaction, "What? I was the one who did you huge favor, you ungrateful brat."

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Sure you did. Just go home, ___."

You're too angry to respond as you swing your bag over your shoulder and stomp out of his room. You'd like to give him a piece of your mind, but you don't trust yourself to speak. You might do something stupid, like hit him, or worse... You might cry.

It doesn't take you long to convince one of your friends to take care of Jin the next day. All you had to do was link his social media profile in the groupchat to get a half dozen girls fighting for the honor. Out of the group, you select Minah, a gorgeous, bouncy little brunette, as the victor. You send her his address, then log out of the chatroom, more than ready for bed after your exhausting day.

But first… the wine. You pour yourself the largest glass possible, determined to drink away the sound of his delicious moans that keep reverberating in your mind.

You are so perfect.

Fuck that sleazy liar.

In the darkness of your private apartment, it's not as embarrassing to let your tears finally drop.

The infuriating sound of your ringtone jerks you into consciousness the next morning. You cover your face with a pillow and pray for the jarring noise to stop. You're hungover, dehydrated, and all you want to do is wallow in bed. But the person on the other end must be calling you over and over, for the blare of the ringer never ceases.

Cursing under your breath, you flop over in bed to snatch the phone off your nightstand, "What?" you croak.

"Unnie, this guy is crazy!"

You instantly identify the sweet voice on the other end as Minah's, "Wait, Minah? What are you talking about? What's going on?"

"I thought you said he was in heat!" she whines on the other end, "Why did you lie to me? Oh god, I made such a fool out of myself!"

"What do you mean?" you ask, sitting up in concern, "What did Jin do?"

"I barely managed to lay one hand on him before he freaked out and started yelling at me."

"What?! He yelled at you?!"

"Yeah, it was terrible, unnie! He called me a pervert and said I was taking advantage of him. And then he threatened to call the police! Oh unnie, I was so scared!"

"Don't worry, he's just bluffing," you calmly attempt to reassure him even as your mind whirls with confusion at his erratic behavior.

"Why would you send me there if he wasn't in heat, unnie? I feel like I could die, I'm so embarrassed!"

"I… I'm sorry," you mutter, "I must've been mistaken."

"How are you going to make it up to me?" she childishly asks, and you can practically hear her pouting on the other end.

"I don't know, hon. Just think of something."

"Hmmm… I think I want—"

"Tell me later. I have to go."

"Wait, unnie—"

But you've already hung up on her. You jump to your feet and instantly begin tugging on clothes. You have no idea what's up with his volatile behavior, nor do you care to make sense of it. All you know is that there is an unchained wolf in heat on the loose. This could end very poorly. And it'd be on your conscience.

Fuck. For the nth time this weekend, you wonder how the hell you got yourself in such a messy situation.

"Jin?" you call out as you let yourself in his apartment a mere half an hour later. You had to break multiple traffic laws to get here so quickly, but anything's better than a feral wolf on the loose.

Your heart stops with fear as you glance around the apartment to find it empty. "Jin!" You cry out in despair, but suddenly you have a response.

"What?!" A second later, Jin bursts out from his bedroom, looking beyond irritated by your unwelcome invasion, "Why the hell are you back here when I clearly told you to get out of my sight?"

You feel a split second of relief that he's not out terrorizing the streets before indignation fills you, "Yah! What are you doing unchained when you're still in heat?!"

He simply snorts, "Is that what you're worried about, ___? Why don't you just send another groupie to come try and fuck me then?"

You rise to your full height at that, insulted on Minah's behalf, "What is your problem? I was just trying to do you a favor!"

"Yeah right! By treating me as an easy piece of meat? You got to fuck me real good last night, so why not spread the news to all your little girlfriends and you guys can take turns hopping on my dick like I'm some kind of fucking carousel ride?!"

You cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth. Has he gone insane?! "What the hell are you talking about?! You were literally begging me to fuck you last night. I was doing you the favor, dumbass!"

Jin falls silent at that. When he finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, his expression is too dark to read. Then, in a quiet voice that seems to slice through the tension in the room, he murmurs, "Was it really too unreasonable for me to hope that you could have seen it as something more than just that?"

You stare at him in utter confusion, unable to process his cryptic words even if you wanted to. After another few seconds of silence, Jin drops your gaze with a deep sigh.

"I'll chain myself up," he says in a tired voice, "Don't worry about me. Go home."

You watch as he wearily rakes a hand through his disheveled hair and drags his feet towards the bedroom. His shoulders are slumped and he doesn't even have the strength to pick his feet off the ground. You've never seen the older man look so defeated before.

"Jin."

He pauses, mid-step, to glance at you over his shoulder, "You still haven't left?"

Your heart is hammering in your chest as you take in the heavy bags weighing down his eyes and the slight scruff on his cheeks that he hasn't had time to take care of yet. You murmur a prayer under your breath, then cross the room in three quick strides to grab his wrist.

Neither of you are breathing as you stare down at the way both of your hands encircle his. Your palms are sweating profusely at this point, slicking your grip, but you can't bring yourself to wipe your hands on your jeans. You know that if you let go now, you'll never muster the courage to try again.

"J-jin," you stutter, cursing yourself for the shaky quality of your voice. "I need to tell you something… And I swear to god, if you misinterpret my words again, I am never going to fucking speak to you again."

Jin watches you in curiosity as you tremble and pant in front of him. Yet he doesn't pull his hand away, "Yes?"

Your mind is a complete blank as you continue to stare up at him. Too much is resting on this moment. What if you slip up and say the wrong thing again? You shake so hard that his hand almost slips out of yours. You lurch forward to tighten your grip until you're nearly bruising his milky skin.

"I'm too old for this bullshit," you anguish.

Jin quirks a brow, opening his mouth to make a comment, but before a single word can slip out, you jump up to crush your lips to his. Your mind is too disoriented to process the softness of his lips before your nerves force you to jerk away, ending the kiss as soon as it began.

Jin touches his mouth in surprise, staring down at you with unwavering intensity. But he doesn't say a single word. So you start rambling to fill in the gaps.

"I don't just want your body, you idiot. I just said all that to appease you. I don't care about your looks. You're not even the best looking person I know," you blurt out in a single stream.

"Who is, then?" he suddenly interrupts.

"What? Um… I don't know… Probably Kim Taehyung?"

"You're wrong."

"Wait, what? Jin, this is just my opinion. An opinion can't be wrong."

"I don't care. You're still wrong."

"Has no one explained to you what an opinion is before?! It's my personal belief that Tae is better looking than you."

"Nope. That's false. It's a fact that I'm the best looking member in the pack."

And just like that, the moment is broken. Your face falls and you instantly drop his hand, "Ugh, I cannot believe this. What the hell was I thinking?!" You shake your head in anger, ready to flee for your life, but before you can move one inch, Jin suddenly grabs you by the back of your neck. When you turn to question him, he smothers your words with a heated kiss.

You melt at once under the velvety softness of his lips, feeling your resolve crumble to dust as you grab fistfuls of his shirt and hold on for dear life in case he changes his mind. This moment has been three years in the making, and you’d be damned if you let him go so easily.

You're not sure how long the two of you stand there, making out in the hallway, but a sudden pressure against your waist catches your attention. You pull back slightly and glance down to find his tented erection pressed firmly against your stomach.

“____,” he whispers your name softly, “It’s my turn to worship you, baby...”

His face is so close to yours that you nearly go crosseyed staring at him, "If you're just doing this shit to get laid again, I'm going to kill you, Kim Seokjin," you warn him in a low voice.

He chuckles and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, "I'm not, I promise. I just can't help but react when the girl of my dreams is finally reciprocating."

"I reciprocated three goddamn years ago, you bastard," you growl with a half-hearted swat to his chest, "This is on you."

"I'm sorry," he says, leaning in to press tender kisses on both cheeks and the tip of your nose, "How can I make it up to you?"

"Grow out your beard," you say without missing a beat.

"What?!"

You plant both hands on your hips, "You think I'm joking, kid? You better not go anywhere near a razor for a week or I'm calling Minah back."

"Ok, ok, fine! I'll do it!" He exclaims, grabbing your hands when you make a motion as to grab your phone. "Geez, you drive a hard bargain, woman."

You smile nicely at him, "Are you sure you still want to be with me?"

"I must be a masochist," he sighs, "But somehow I do… It's okay, though. I was getting too handsome. I kept overshadowing the other members. Maybe it's time to let little TaeTae have a chance at being the visual."

"He's already the visual."

"… We haven't been together for five minutes and I already want to break up."

You laugh as you snake a hand down his pants, "That's okay. But then who's going to help you take care of this?" you emphasize your words with a little squeeze.

It takes everything in his power to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. "Fine," he gasps, "But don't think I won't get my revenge next time you're in heat." And with that, he grabs your hand to forcibly drag you into the bedroom to enjoy the last twelve hours before moonrise.

"What…?"

"Huh?!"

"What the hell is happening right now?!"

"This is so great!" Hoseok squeals, breaking the shocked tension to drop to his stomach and begin taking a flurry of pictures of the eldest member.

Jin grumbles in irritation and rubs at the huge bushy black growth on his face, "What? You kids never seen a real man's beard before?"

"No, that's not it," Jungkook laughs, "We've just never seen you so ugly before, hyung."

You feel your boyfriend stiffen with anger next to you, so you quickly rub circles into his knee, "It's okay, baby. You're stronger than this. You can take it."

Jin slowly unclenches his fist with a huff, "Whatever. I'm still beautiful."

"What's that, old man?" Yoongi calls out from his corner of the room.

"Yeah, are you lost? The nursing home is down the street," Jimin cheekily adds.

"PARK JIMIN!" Jin bellows.

You grab his hand in alarm, "The beard kind of does add ten years… But you're still beautiful, babe. You can handle this. I believe in you. Just endure a bit longer!"

"Wow, I've never seen his kind outside of a museum before!" It's the leader's turn to rub salt into the wound.

"Didn't Neanderthals go extinct years ago?" Taehyung excitedly asks the older man.

Jin closes his eyes to take a deep breath. Then, he slowly rises to his feet, "Alright, you sons of bitches… Who wants to die first?"

"Okay, I see how this was a bad idea now!" You shriek as you sprint into the bathroom, "I'm grabbing the razor now! Kids, please stay alive!"

"Save us, sister-in-law!" Hoseok's bloodcurdling scream blasts through the walls.

"I'm coming, my children!" you dramatically shriek, unable to hide a grin as you rush back to chase after your murderous boyfriend.

A/N: ...please do not judge me. Also please do not ask me for a sequel, but thank you so much for getting through this fic lol <3

#jin scenarios #jin scenario #bts scenarios #bts scenario #jin smut #noonanet #this is such a hot mess #sorry guys D:#also if anyone can figure out the connection of the names of my 3 wolf fics #ill love you forever

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