Thread by @rmonolisa

Namkook where namjoon is human and jungkook a werewolf who imprints on him at a concert. Namjoon noticed the cute boy first in the crowd because he has en eye for cute things. But when their eyes meet even from afar he can see his eyes widen and turn to gold.

They both still.

Namjoon doesn't know any werewolf, but he's heard stories about imprinting, heard about the gold eyes thing. Heard you were supposed to give space to the wolves when they imprinted, leave them alone. But also heard werewolves arent supposed to imprint on humans.

The man seems rooted in place, sagging against a wall so Namjoon is the one walking forward because he's either a) right and the man imprinted on him or 2) wrong but the guy clearly needs help because he looks like he's going to pass out.

When Namjoon reaches him, the stranger is pale and his hands are shaking when he reaches out to hold onto his biceps. His eyes remain golden and he whines, gripping onto his sleeves.

"Did you-" Namjoon tries to say over the loud music. "Did you just-"

The man grabs Namjoon and yanks him forward to bury his face into his neck. Namjoon freezes. He thinks he's going to hurt him for a second but the man just sniffles and sweats and shakes against him. He's crying.

Namjoon is so not equipped for this.

"Hey," Namjoon tries to shake him but the man won't budge, leaning his whole weight onto him, holding him like he's scared he'll go away.

The music is too loud to talk and the man is burning hot. The crowd is at his back, and Namjoon is sweating. They need to leave quickly.

The limited knowledge Namjoon has about imprinting is : when two wolves imprint on each other, their eyes turn gold. When that happens leave them alone, give them privacy and dont ask question.

Admittedly wolves do not communicate a lot about their ways.

Issue is there's only one wolf here and Namjoon has no idea what to do.

He wraps his around the man because he feels so faint, like his legs could give out any second.

"Hey- hey let's get out of here yeah? Let me- let me help you get out of here."

The man is smaller than him but so heavy when he drags him away. He leans his whole weight on him and now that they're escaping the screaming crowd, Namjoon can finally hear him.

The man is whining non stop. Short, cut off whimpers that he tries to muffle against his skin.

He's hot and it makes Namjoon sweats even more in turn. The walk to the bathroom is slow, but at least there is no one out because everyone is busy pogoing inside.

Namjoon talks but the man is unresponsive. "Hang in there buddy" he says. "Can you walk a bit more? Almost there."

After painfully long minutes he gets them both inside a toilet stall, locking behind them before pushing the man against the wall. His arms feel like jelly.

The man whimpers when Namjoon detaches himself from him, holding onto his arms, clawed fingers scraping his skin.

"No no no," the man cries and that's the first words that come out of his mouth.

"Hey no it's fine I'm just-" Namjoon holds the man's arms back, to make him understand he's not going away, he just needs - to breathe a bit. To think a bit, but he's not sure there's time for that.

He steps away despite the wolf's low whine and finally gets a good look at his face.

He's cute as he'd expected, with pouty lips and big eyes and dangling earrings and he'd be the picture of Hot if he wasn't crying. His eyes turned back to brown and now he just looks desperate.

Still, he's shaking.

"I need to ask again, did you- did you imprint on me?"

The man whines, a pained noise that he imagines a puppy would make if he kicked it. Not that he'd ever kick a puppy but if he did, he imagines it like that: trusting eyes, heartbreaking yaps.

"Don't- don't cry- I'm not being mean I just, I have no idea what's happening right now."

The man blinks at him but says nothing.

"Can you not talk?" Low whine. "Nod? Can you nod and shake your head for me?"

The man opens his mouth like he wants to talk and Namjoon catches sight of two sharp canines before the wolf closes his mouth and gives him the tiniest nod.

"Good," Namjoon sighs. "Ok buddy let me try again- did you imprint on me?"

Another small nod, big teary eyes.

"Is that even possible? I'm not- I'm human."

To this the wolf whimpers again and ugly sobs leave his throat. He claws at his forearms again and Namjoon hisses. "Shit sorry- hey hey calm down buddy I'm not- not going anywhere just-"

Namjoon steps forward and wraps the wolf in his arms again. He's not scared the man is going to hurt him anymore - he's miserable really, trembling and holding onto him, pressing his wet nose against his skin and crying. He feels both bulkier and smaller than Namjoon expected.

Namjoon hugs him for long minutes, gently repeating 'it's ok, I'm not going anywhere, it's ok'. He's not sure this is true but eventually the man stops crying, sniffles turning to sniffs. He rubs his nose against his skin and inhales like he's smelling him.

There's no way he smells like anything besides sweat and grease but the wolf sags in his embrace, calmer.

Namjoon gently tugs on his hair to make him pull away from his neck, so he can stare him in the eyes again.

The wolf rumbles low - still non verbal it seems.

He's not crying anymore but there's still snot running down his nose and wet trails on his face. Namjoon brings his hand to his face, a grimace on his face as he wipes the snot off the wolf's face.

"Feel better?" The man blinks. "I assume you're not ready to leave yet."

One lip wobble and the hint of a frown and- "no! No you're not crying again, I was just asking." The man's hold on him tighten. "Not leaving, staying there."

For now at least. The concert would be over in one hour, two hours top, and someone was bound to kick them out.

"But we can't stay here forever," Namjoon finally says the words on his mind, "the cleaning staff will find us. How long does this--- this state last, buddy?" The man blinks. "A long time?" He nods and rumbles at the same time. "'One hour' long time or 'a day' long time?"

From the look on the man's face, Namjoon gets it's a Long Time.

"Fuck," he passes a hand through his hair, feeling anxiety build up. He can't imagine dragging the wolf back out, he's already too tired, and he doesn't want to see him feverish and sick anymore.

"There's got to be a way to make it stop right?" He mumbles. He thinks of werewolves - what does he know about imprinting? What more does he know? It's not supposed to last this long. He's been told, you leave them alone and few hours later they're fine and in love and happy.

He looks down, searching the wolf's eyes. "There's something right? What do wolves do when they imprint? What am I supposed to do now?" The man lets out a soft noise, like a gentle yap. "Still can't talk can you."

He bites his lips, frustrated at how damn /secretive/ wolves are.

The stranger glances down at his mouth, following the action of his tongue passing over his lower lip to soothe it. When he looks back up, the wolf sniffles sadly and Namjoon stills.

"Oh you bunch of horny animals, you /fuck/. You fuck! Goddamn it."

The wolf make a low noise but Namjoon is heated.

"That's what it's about? The whole 'leave them alone, don't ask questions', just so you can copulate in peace?"

It makes sense really when he thinks about it, and that makes him even madder that he never thought about it.

"All this time I thought you were cool but you're just a bunch of horny dogs--" the man whines, tight-lipped, looking very much vexed. "Don't take it personally buddy, it's not against you but- couldn't your people just say it? Instead of being all mysterious and secretive."

Namjoon huffs. "Here I was thinking you, I don't know, formed a soulful magical bond--no don't look at me like that, banging someone is /not/ a soulful magical bond." The number of magical bonds Namjoon would have formed if all it took was fucking. "God I'm so annoyed."

He looks at the stranger again, at his frown and the downward curve of his lips. Eyes red-rimmed, large black shirt showing an hint of collarbones, strands of hair sticking to his temple because he's still sweating.

"Will it be better if I kiss you?

He feels the threat of claws at his back and the man's eyes widen.

"Can I kiss you?"

The wolf's mouth parts and a high pitched whimper sounds from his throat.

"I'm taking that as a yes," Namjoon exhales before leaning in.

He presses his lips against the stranger's, warily at first, unsure whether he's going to use those canines of his to bite him or not. But the wolf only whines in his mouth and kisses him, tongue immediately lapping at the inside of his mouth.

The wolf holds him even tighter, pressing against him, whining and rumbling as Namjoon kisses him and lets himself be kissed.

"Eager-" Namjoon leans back to talk but the wolf follows him and captures his mouth again with a pleased moan. "Mmf"

Namjoon reaches up to hold the man's face, tries to keep him from licking at the corner of his lips and lets him kiss him for real.

"Buddy," Namjoon groans when the wolf stops the really nice kiss Namjoon had started to lick at his mouth again. "Buddy, stop licking, kiss me."

Buddy only listens for a minute. He obediently lets Namjoon mold their mouths together, lets him kiss deep and slow, before he breaks out into a whine and starts licking him again.

Namjoon can't help laughing, and feels claws twisting into his shirt, piercing the fabric.

"I'm not- not making fun of you but-" the man sucks on his bottom lip and Namjoon moans. "You're eager."

He can't say he's indifferent. The wolf is hot and needy, with soft skin and strong arms, and he kisses him like he wants him, more than anyone has ever wanted him.

The wolf keeps making those small, pitiful noises in his mouth and it's sending thrills down Namjoon's spine. He grips his shirt but doesn't touch him, almost awkward in the way he hangs off Namjoon like a lifeline.

He does press forward though, trying to get close, closer.

☢Warning before we proceed : thread is nsfw. Will feature anal with no prep and knotting.☢

Namjoon's back hits the door and still the man tries to step closer. He flushes their bodies together and there's no mistaking the hard bulge digging in his hips.

Namjoon laughs breathlessly. "Buddy, you might be the easiest guy I've--" but the wolf swallows his words.

He goes for his tongue, sucking on the tip and Namjoon moans.

The wolf rolls his hips up, absentmindedly rubbing against him and, well. Namjoon may only be human, he doesn't need to imprint on the guy to know he's 1) super hot, 2) probably packing and 3) eager to fuck him.

Namjoon has never fucked a werewolf before, never took any of those knots he's heard terrifying things about, and if letting a hot werewolf fuck him in a bathroom stall is what it takes to make him stop crying, Namjoon is more than willing. He volunteers his body to that cause.

So he lets his hands wander down, grip the man's hips to guide his grinding. Smiles a bit when he whines, high pitched, then rumbles low, mouth parting silently.

His partner only stays still until Namjoon resumes kissing him, and then he's doubling his efforts to suck at it.

It's endearing. It's also extremely arousing.

This is getting to him. The wolf is so hot it makes him dizzy, and he's not the best kisser out there, doesn't let Namjoon show off his hard-earned kissing technique, but he's genuine and honest in his desire.

Namjoon's mouth and chin are wet with spit and he loves it.

The wolf licks at the corner of his mouth again and this time Namjoon tilts his head against the door, away from the kiss, exposing his throat.

The wolf takes him up on it, diving in the crook of his neck.

He licks and sucks at his neck, from behind his ears down to his collarbones, covering the expanse of his throat with hickeys. Namjoon feels the hint of teeth, canines scraping against his skin when the wolf is not careful. But he /is/ careful, even when he's eager.

Namjoon heard werewolves are big on biting, but this wolf seems to make the conscious effort not to sink his teeth in his flesh, not to overstep boundaries.

Somehow, this makes Namjoon all the more willing to let him bang him in the toilet stall.

He squeezes the man's buttocks, pushing him forward, making him rut against him.

Namjoon is hard too and he gasps when the man grinds into him. He feels overheated, wants to take off his clothes, wants to strip the wolf and touch him but there's no time.

"Buddy," Namjoon says, voice shakier than minutes before. "Buddymf-" The wolf takes talking as an invitation to get back to kissing him. "Wait you-" he reaches up, twisting fingers in the guy's hair and pulling him back. "Easy big boy."

The wolf whimpers.

"You can't just whimper everytime you don't get your way buddy--" the man frowns and rumbles unhappily and Namjoon grins, all teeth. "Do you want to fuck me?"

He knows the answer to that question but he's still surprised when the wolf keens, reaching for his mouth again.

The keen doesn't stop, a constant background noise coming from the stranger's chest as he tries to lick his mouth but only finds his cheek. He's persistent, tongue sticking out as he attacks him.

Namjoon giggles, headbuttting the wolf softly to push him away. "Calm down buddy."

He puts his hand on his chest (firm) and makes him step back. The stranger looks distraught, immediately scrambling to grasp at Namjoon's forearms.

"It's ok, it's fine, I'm still not leaving," Namjoon says gently, waiting for the fear to pass from the wolf's face.

He smiles and reaches into the pocket of his cargo pants.

"Tada," he says, waving a condom and travel lube in front of the curious stranger's eyes. "I'm always prepared."

The wolf eyes crosses and then he's staring at him. Namjoon would say he almost looks critical.

"I'm not taking back my comment about wolves being horny animals," he says. "I'm horny but contrary to you lots, I dont make a secret out of it. I'm not telling people to respect my ritual bonding time when I'm about to get laid."

The wolf huffs.

"You're getting brave buddy."

He reaches for the man's belt, hindered by the hold on his arms. The wolf hasn't once let go of him since he'd made him step back.

He unzips his pants and tugs on the waistband of his boxer briefs to make his cock spring out.

"Ah, fuck."

He's packing, is one way to say it.

Apprehension and anticipation fills Namjoon in equal amount at the sight of the wolf's thick cock.

"You're big," he says, earns a short whine as lieu of an answer. "It's fine, I can do big." At least in his fantasies he takes dragon dildos, surely his body can take it.

He opens his travel lube and squeezes some directly on the wolf's dick, making him flinch. His cock bobs and the excess of lube drips down the tip, pooling on the floor.

It's dirty. Namjoon doesn't think he's ever been this excited to take a dick.

He puts the lube back in his pocket and reaches out, spreading the lube evenly over the wolf's dick.

He's hot and big in his hand, vein pulsing on the underside and knot soft at the base. The wolf moans prettily when he touches him.

"Feels good buddy?" Namjoon asks, wrapping his palm properly over him to jerk him off.

The man tilts his head back, eyes closing and mouth parting to let out pretty whines. Namjoon observes him, takes in his big nose and sweaty brows and the mole under his lower lip.

Who knew werewolves could be so pretty.

"You're so hot," Namjoon mutters and the man's eyes flutter open, fixing him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Hey I gotta ask," Namjoon stills his hand, holding the base of the wolf's dick. "You- you want this right?"

The wolf makes a low, questioning noise, and grips Namjoon's forearm more tightly.

"It's not just the dog brain talking?" Namjoon asks, ignoring the low growl at the word dog. "Are you still in a state where you- where you can consent? Are you there at all?"

The wolf stares at him, mouth open like he's trying to talk. In the end he seems to put a lot of efforts into giving him a small nod and a few short yaps.

"Ok," Namjoon breathes, feeling a but lighter. He resumes stroking the wolf's dick, feels him pulse in his hand. "OK good."

He rubs his thumb over the head of the wolf's dick, makes sure to coat him with lube from the tip to the base, so there's not one inch of skin left untouched.

God if werewolves fuck upon imprinting, shouldn't they always have lube at the ready? Condoms? Do they just go in dry?

"I'm really- really asking myself questions about the way your people have sex buddy," Namjoon mumbles.

He draws his hand back, admiring how shiny and wet the wolf's dick looks now. He congratulates himself on a job well done.

A rapid glance at his phone tells him the concert will end in 40 minutes. People should start coming out and flooding the corridor and restrooms a bit before that. He's not sure how long a knot last, not sure how many time the actually have left.

"Hey buddy," he says, looking up at the wolf to find him already staring. "I don't have time to prep myself so you'll have to be gentle yeah?" The wolf blinks at him. "Can you do gentle?"

Again, the man makes a valiant effort to nod for him, which - it's rather endearing.

Namjoon smiles at him and gently pries the man's hands off his forearms, shushing his sad whimpers.

He looks around the toilet stall, turning to face the door and feeling his face heats up as he unzips his pants and let them fall down his legs to pool at his feet.

The wolf keens, high-pitched and drawn out. That's equal part embarrassing and flattering and Namjoon directs a vengeful thought at his friends for telling him he had a flat ass when the werewolf clearly seems affected by this bare ass.

But there's really no time for that.

"Come here," Namjoon says, and the wolf presses against his back not a second later. He noses at his neck, burrowing his face there. His dick pokes his back and Namjoon's guts twist with want.

He rests his head against the door and whispers, "Come on buddy."

He reaches behind himself, grabbing the stranger's dick to guide it to his ass, rubbing the wet tip over his rim to smear some lube before positioning it at his entrance.

He closes his eyes, takes deep breaths until he feels relaxed enough, and then he pushes his ass back.

He keeps his hold on the wolf's dick steady, feeling it breach him and force him to open up to its size. He's the one whining this time but so is the wolf, trembling but obediently still at his back, letting him take control.

It's painful, but Namjoon isn't avert to that pain.

His dick is painfully hard, tip leaking against the door. He stills for a second, shaking, relaxing his ass to accommodate to the dick splitting it.

The wolf makes a small questioning noise again and Namjoon laughs breathlessly. "I'm fine buddy. You're just a lot you know?"

This prompts another small noise that Namjoon thinks is meant to be an apology. It makes him smile and he welcomes a few other inches of the man's dick.

It's a tight fit but not as bad as he'd expected, and he wonders how much his body wants this to be this willing to bottom.

When his fist bumps against the wolf's groin he stills, moaning out before he moves his hips forward, then pushes back again, slowly fucking himself.

The man is all wound up at his back, arms coming up around his chest to hug him but he still makes no move to fuck him.

Namjoon chuckles. "You're more tame than I thought you'd be buddy," he says, but he appreciates it. The man shakes and licks sadly at his neck but he lets Namjoon sets the pace, keeping still while he rolls his hips and fucks back on his dick until he grows used to it.

It's both a painful and a wonderful experience, to feel something so big inside him, to have no choice but to take it. The wolf is so hot at his back and inside him, muffling the prettiest whines into his skin, Namjoon can't help wanting it and wanting more.

He pants and moans and grows bolder with every second, until he can take his hand off and grab onto the man's hips instead, pressing back to take the last inches of his thick cock.

They both moan, high and drawn-out, and Namjoon feels himself shake. He's so damn full.

"Feels so full," he says out loud, because that sounds like something he'd hear in a porn and everything about this feels like a porn, from the sexy wolf, to the comically big dick, to the regrettable lack of prep and protection and--

"Oh shit, fuck, I forgot the condom."

At least that goes to explain while the wolf feels so hot, why for a delirious second he thinks he can feel him pulsing inside.

Then again, those were regular condoms and he's not sure they're made to withstand the growth of a wolf's knot.

His legs shake at the thought of the knot he's going to take and he feels dizzy with apprehension and burning desire.

It's a wonder that instead of tensing up, he clenches down on the wolf's dick, moving his hips against the man's groin to feel his cock rub inside him.

"You can move buddy," he says, gripping onto the wolf's jeans. "Move move move," he repeats and that sounds more like a plea than anything else.

The man rumbles and his arms tighten around his chest, nose under his ears and breaths coming out in hot puffs against his skin.

He rolls his hips tentatively and Namjook swears if he wasn't holding him his legs have given out.

He feels every inches of the wolf's dick inside him as he moves, pulling out a bit and gently pressing back in.

"Shit," Namjoon sobs out, "So damn big."

The wolf fills him in the best way, thick enough to be rubbing against his prostate every time he thrusts in. Namjoon can feel absolutely nothing but that, can't even feel his legs, can barely feel his own cock, hard and dripping precum against the door.

He's gentle, like he's been told to be, but with the way he's holding him Namjoon doesn't think he'd have the strength to fuck him hard and fast anyway.

He's sweating buckets behind him and it's making Namjoon sweat too, clothes sticking uncomfortably to his body.

The wolf barely pulls out, mostly stays rooted inside him and moves his hips in tiny bursts, shuddering and keening and sucking at his skin like he's trying to eat him.

He remembers mating marks are a thing with wolves, and wonders again if this one wants to bite him.

It wouldn't do much - Namjoon is not a wolf, he can't be mated, can't be bound to someone like that. Still the wolf doesn't bite him, opting to suck hickeys and presses wet kisses all over his neck instead.

It's really his luck that he'd find the nicest wolves at a MCR concert.

Namjoon's voice comes out in shaky moans, brought close to tears by the stretch of the wolf's dick keeping him open.

The man goes deep, grinding inside, hips flush against him. He whines and soon enough Namjoon feels something wet at his nape that is neither sweat nor saliva.

"Oh no," Namjoon moans. "Don't cry- ah- ah fuck- don't cry." He wants to reassure the wolf, to tell him it's alright, he's there, he's not leaving, but he can barely form coherent sentences, can't do much besides choking on moans and pleading him not to cry.

The man rubs his wet nose against his nape, pitiful sniffles and cries leaving him as he fucks him. He whimpers and goes harder, thrusting deeper and deeper inside him, rutting into him like he's desperate - which he probably is.

The stranger doesn't bother muffling his keens and whines anymore, doesn't bother hiding how needy he is. He holds Namjoon so tightly it hurts when he inhales, hard pressure against his chest making it hard to breathe.

Namjoon doesn't mind, he wheezes and moans and it's good.

He's not sure who is supporting the other one's weight. The wolf leans entirely on him, heavy against his bowed back, gripping him like a lifeline, but he also knows if the wolf's arms weren't so tight around him he'd have already have fallen down.

His body jerks with the wolf's thrusts, door rattling under him. Hot pleasure burns in his veins and Namjoon knows he's close to coming, but so is the wolf, movements shaky and rougher now, trying so hard to keep fucking him even though he's crying and shaking like a leaf.

"Close," Namjoon moans. "Close buddy. Ah- uh fuck are you- are you close?"

The man couldn't speak when he wasn't wrecking his guts and there's no chance of him speaking now but he does rumble low in his chest and Namjoon takes that as yes.

The man's belt buckle digs into his thighs, and it's bound to leave a mark but Namjoon doesn't care. It really doesn't compare to the feeling of being speared open on a wolf's dick. He's going to come on that wolf's dick, clamping down and sucking him in every thrusts.

The wolf latches onto his shirt, sharp canines shredding the fabric as he bites on it, either to muffle his increasing whines or to keep himself from biting Namjoon's neck.

He's close enough that his knot starts swelling, catching on Namjoon's rim before he shoves it back in.

That's when Namjoon comes. He sobs out, scrambling to hold onto the wolf's arms, to have anything to hold onto as he shakes and spills on the door. The wolf fucks him through it and Namjoon clenches down, tight as a vice, and that must be what pushes the wolf over the edge.

Namjoon is still riding the last of his orgasm when the wolf cums. He presses forward, burying himself to the hilt. His muscles shake as he shoots deep inside him and his knot grows almost immediately, stretching Namjoon more more more.

"Shit shit shit," Namjoon curses above the loud, high-pitched puppy whine that Namjoon's shirt barely muffles. "Oh my God."

He's oversensitive and this is verging on painful, making him arch his back to- get away, accommodate an ever bigger stretch. His dick twitches. "Oh God."

He can't make sense of the white pleasure merging with the numbing pain, caught in a whirlwind of sensations. He never thought it was possible to take something so big, but here he is, with the wolf's dick rooted deep inside, releasing hot spurts of semen inside him.

The wolf pants against him, opening his mouth to let go of his shirt - leaving tears in the fabric. He stays on his back and they both catch their breaths, both feeling the leftover tremors of a blinding orgasm.

"Wow buddy. That sure was something right?"

His ass numbs and he comes down slowly, rubbing the man's arms to help him along. "Are you alright buddy?" he asks, because the wolf is eerily quiet now.

There's only pantings for several moments before the wolf answers him.

"Yes," comes the small voice in his back.

"Ah," Namjoon smiles. "Back with us?"

"Never left," the man mumbles, squeezing him a bit tighter.

"Would you mind- Can we sit down? I really can't stay up any longer."

They maneuver their bodies so they can sit down against the door, Namjoon sitting full on the wolf's knot.

He hisses when it pushes it deeper inside and stretches his legs in front of him, leaning back against the man who doesn't seem ready or willing to stop backhugging him.

He sniffles a bit, the way one does when trying to snort snot after crying.

Namjoon runs comforting circles on his forearms, sparing a sad thought for his shirt when he feels the wolf presses his running nose into it. It was already ruined anyway.

"So," he says. "A bit backward but- what's your name?"

"Jungkook," the wolf mumbles.

"Jungkook," Namjoon repeats. "Nice to meet you. I'm Namjoon."

The wolf nods, left over tremors in his arms. Namjoon tries to hug him back, hold onto the arm's embracing him to soothe the wolf.

There are still music sounding in the distance - the concert is still going at least.

"Right um." He should have expected it but with the wolf--- Jungkook, with Jungkook regaining control of himself, things are a bit awkward. "How long do knots last?"

"Anywhere from 5 minutes to 1 hour," Jungkook says, voice still muffled by his shirt. "Depends on the wolf."

"And how long does yours last then?" He really hopes that's not an hour because the concert will be done by then and he'd hate to be walked in on with a dick plugging his ass.

The wolf doesn't answer and Namjoon does his best to turn around, glancing at him above his shoulder.

He can only see the top of his hair, the tip of his nose and the shell of his ear, both of which seem awfully pink.

"Well?"

"I don't know," Jungkook croaks out.

"What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know how long your knot last?"

There's a low, cut off whine and Namjoon thinks he's non-verbal again before Jungkook answers in the tiniest voice possible. "I've never knotted anyone."

"You've never---- oh my God you're a virgin."

Jungkook's hands twist in his shirt.

"Don't say it like that," he complains.

"How do you want me to say it?"

"You make it sound like a bad thing."

"It's not- it's not bad but- there are better place for a first time than a toilet stall at an MCR comeback concert."

Jungkook sniffles again. "I like MCR."

"You're very purposefully missing my point."

Jungkook sniffles purposefully loudly, less sad and more sulky.

"Look, what I mean is- my first time wasn't good but it happened on a bed, we put on jazz music because we thought it'd be romantic, and the lights were turned off so we didn't have to look at each other naked."

"I don't like jazz."

"Yes I get it you're an emo boy," and before Jungkook could protest he continued. "I don't like jazz either. Nothing worse than a guy scat singing when you're about to nut."

That gets a laugh out of Jungkook, body shaking behind him.

Sadly this also moves his knot and Namjoon hisses, arching his back.

"Sorry," Jungkook says. "I'm trying to imagine it--"

"Yes well don't. We both liked rap, I don't know what we were thinking."

He feels Jungkook smile against his back at least, which is far better than tears.

"My point was, this isn't the ideal place to have your first time in."

Jungkook stays silent a few seconds. "But I don't mind. I don't regret it," and in a shaky voice he adds. "Do you?"

"No, I don't."

"You asked me if- if I could consent but- did you- did you force yourself?"

His voice trembles, anxiety dripping from it and body tense behind him.

"What? No, of course not." He grabs onto Jungkook's hands. "Of course not, I wanted it, it's alright, you're alright."

He waits until the wolf settles down again, breaths evening out before speaking again.

"You imprinted on me right?"

Jungkook nods.

"I didn't know wolves could imprint on humans."

"We don't," Jungkook says, confirming what Namjoon was thinking.

Namjoon squeezes Jungkook's hand. "You know I can't imprint on you, do you?"

Jungkook nods. "I know."

"I can't promise you anything," he continues, and holds back the 'I can't promise I'll fall in love with you and want to spend the rest of my life with you'. He thinks Jungkook already knows. He thinks that may be why he cried so hard.

"I know," Jungkook repeats, understanding in his tone but his body betrays him, clutching him tighter like he refuses to let go.

Namjoon exhales, figures he might as well gets everything painful out.

"I don't live in Busan. I have to take a train back to Seoul tomorrow."

Again, Jungkook holds him tighter. "Ok," he murmurs.

"That said.... that said I'd like to get to know you. I'm curious about the emo boy who rawed me at an MCR concert."

He doesn't need to turn around to feel the way Jungkook's face heats up.

"Ok," he mumbles.

"Ok so here's the plan : your knot goes down, hopefully I can still feel my legs by that time, we wash up and exits right in time for the concert to end. Then we exchange phone numbers and tomorrow afternoon we can hang out before my train?"

"Like on a date?"

"Yes, on a date."

Jungkook nods. "I'd like that."

"And then we can, keep texting each other. See where this goes?"

Another nod. "Ok."

Jungkook doesn't sound entirely not sad but he doesn't sound sad either - he sounds a bit hopeful, which is what Namjoon was going for.

They don't speak much as they wait for the knot to deflate. One or two persons enter the bathroom in that time, and they have to live through the absolute embarrassment of a drunk guy shitting in the stall next to them.

No first time ever goes well, that's just written in stone.

When Jungkook's knot finally goes down, Namjoon stands up with difficulty. He grimaces at the feeling of cum running down his ass. Worst is that he can feel twice that amount still swishing deep inside and he knows it's going to dribble out when he walks.

Feels like wet farts.

Jungkook is nice, helping him pull his pants back up, holding his waist - which he suspects also has to with the fact the wolf is reluctant to let him go.

As they're about to walk out, the alarms start blazing.

Jungkook's head shoots up and Namjoon cringes at the headache inducing noise.

"What's that?"

"Some drunk guy must have messed with the fire alarm," Namjoon mutters. "Come on, let's wash up."

Jungkook washes his face at the sink and Namjoon looks at his reflection. His neck is littered with hickeys and he doesn't miss the way Jungkook glances at it. He raises an eyebrow when he catches him looking and the wolf promptly looks away, flushing.

The god awful blaring alarm still rings everywhere. At least no one enters the restroom, most likely forced into exiting the building for safety reasons. Damned drunk guys.

He grabs Jungkook's hand before they head out, leading him out of the restroom.

Outside is another story.

They're drowned by the crowd as soon as they step out, and Namjoon barely has time to catch the smoke coming out of the concert hall.

"What the-"

He still blames it on the drunk guys.

Jungkook squeezes his hand harder as the crowd pushes them forward, rushing out as one.

Someone bumps into him and he lets go of Jungkook's hand, and as he tries to stop to take it back, he feels himself be pushed forward and a familiar voice hissing in his ear and pushing him along.

"Where the fuck were you?"Jimin says. "You weren't answering your phone."

"Wait, wait-"

Namjoon tries to stop but the crowd moves too quickly, strong as waves and he finds it impossible to move against.

Yoongi appears at his side, gripping his arm with Jimin.

It's too loud inside for them to hear as Namjoon asks them to stop, dragging him along.

Namjoon can't stop them until they're actually forward and the crowd spreads out enough not to drive him forward.

"Why are you stopping?" Yoongi asks when Namjoon stills, yanking his arms back.

"What happened?" he asks in lieu of an answer.

"A spotlight exploded and caught fire," Yoongi says. "We need to leave Joon-ah."

People bumps into him, but not enough that he can't stand it. Jimin pulling on his arm is harder to resist though.

"I can't leave," he says. "The wolf- I can't just leave-"

"The wolf? What wolf?"

"The wolf- there was a wolf, he imprinted on me, I can't just-"

"What? Are you- are you being serious?" Jimin asks, and his face drops when Namjoon nods.

He can tell they want to leave but they're his friends, and they stick by his sides when he decides to wait around.

They wait further away from the concert hall, watching as everyone runs out, as the firemen arrives on the scene, alarms blazing.

"He's not here," Yoongi says. "Everyone left. He left, Joon-ah."

"Fuck," Namjoon curses, biting his lips anxiously.

He lets Jimin and Yoongi herd him back to the car, and belatedly realizes Jungkook's cum came out sometimes while he was running. The stress made him forget his ass feels like a giant black hole, at least.

That's really poor comfort.

He barely sleeps that night, forgets to thank Jimin's parents for housing them comes morning.

He spends the day searching for Jungkook around Busan. But Busan is a big city, and he knows his efforts are pointless even as he visits every coffee shops and parks in his vicinity.

All the werewolves he meets gives him the stink eye when he dares ask them about one of theirs. Even if they knew a Jungkook, they would not tell him.

He can't believe he's going to be that guy - going to be that human who walks out on a wolf imprinting on them.

He thinks of the way Jungkook was so reluctant to let him go and feels a bit crying.

"It's not your fault Joon-ah," Yoongi mumbles in the train as they wait for it to depart. "You did what you could."

He watches the people in the train station, waiting and running about.

"You'll probably meet him again," Jimin says, draping over his shoulders to comfort him.

"How? I don't even know his last name," Namjoon mumbles.

He watches shadows of people running trying to catch a train, watches the landscape moving as their train starts.

"Isn't imprinting about fate?" Jimin says. "If he was meant to meet you once, then he's meant to meet you again."

Namjoon doesn't believe in fate. And yet Jimin was right, because he does see Jungkook again.

He meets him in Seoul, a Wednesday in December, two full years later.

He sees him at a crosswalk. It's very dramatic.

It's cold out and Namjoon is bundled in enough layers that he can't see his shoes when he walks. He's meant to join Yoongi and Jimin to thirdweel on their date, and he's regretting not taking an uber because of how cold he feels.

There are two men coming up the crossroad on the other side, definitely not clothed enough for the weather. No gloves, no scarves ; he doesn't know if they genuinely can't feel the cold or if they're trying to impress someone but there's nothing impressive about a running nose.

His eyes fall on the one on the left, with black hair that falls over his ears and curls at his nape, and a big nose that stands out from his profile. He smiles at his friend, all teeth, and Namjoon frowns.

He knows he knows who that is before the man even turns towards him.

He watches him stills, sniffing the air once before looking forward.

Their eyes meet.

"Jungkook," he breathes out.

He doesn't have time to let it sink in, because not a second later the man steps forward, lurching himself into traffic.

Cars honking cover Namjoon's shout and when the cars drive past, there are still two boys on the other side of the road, except they're both sprawled on the ground.

"Fuck," Namjoon curses, feeling relief where he barely had time to feel fear. "Idiot, fuck."

The light turns green a second later and Namjoon runs up to them before they have time to gather themselves.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" He says. "Did no one ever tell you to look right and left before crossing the road?!"

The second man growls low at Jungkook before moving aside, allowing Jungkook to sit up too.

Jungkook doesn't seem to care that he almost got himself run over, doesn't even thank his wolf friend for saving him, simply whipping around to look up at Namjoon from the ground.

Namjoon blinks down at him.

Jungkook's hair is longer now, and there are more piercings in his ears that there used to be, but that's his wolf alright.

Jungkook's lips part, a silent oh, and then he's lurching himself forward again.

"Wh-" Namjoon has to take a step back not to fall, freezing when he realizes there's now a weight holding his leg still.

Jungkook hugs his leg, pressing his face into his jeans, and it only takes a second before he can hear him sob.

"Oh no buddy- jungkook hey-"

He feels his face fall as Jungkook's sobs grow louder, barely muffled by the thick fabric of his jeans.

"Don't cry, it's ok-"

He wants to say, 'I'm here, I'm not leaving' but that's what he'd told him before and that had turned out to be a lie.

"Don't cry," he repeats, even as he feels his own eyes sting with the urge to cry because Jungkook is kneeling at his feet and sobbing into his pants and it's pathetic and heartbreaking and the painful confirmation of everything Namjoon feared - Jungkook had missed him, terribly.

He looks down at the mop of his hair, tries to pat him to offer some kind of comfort but he can't do much with his mittens on. He takes them off, lets the cold bite his skin so he can pet Jungkook's head, rubs his hair and tells him over and over 'it's ok, I'm here, it's ok'.

He feels wetness on his thigh from Jungkook's tears, feels his clawed fingers pierce his jeans from where he's gripping it, barely grazing the skin, not intending to hurt, just to hold onto him as tightly as possible.

Jungkook is shaking and Namjoon cries a few tears.

Some passerbys give them weird looks, but Namjoon finds he doesn't quite care about them now.

He sniffles and weeps a bit, but when he looks at Jungkook's friend he's crying too so Namjoon figures it's alright.

"Jungkook, buddy, shit," his voice breaks. "I'm so sorry."

"Wasn't your fault," Jungkook's friend says, and Namjoon looks at him as he gets to his feet - shorter than him, with a slender frame and a pointy nose. "He knows it wasn't your fault."

That feels...better, but not enough. Jungkook still isn't speaking.

"I don't- I-" Namjoon can't feel his hands anymore because of the cold, but he can see them shake, doesn't know it's him or the cold or the sobs wracking Jungkook's body.

He looks so small, god.

"I don't know what to do," he says to Jungkook's friend, voice wet.

The friend frowns, and sniffles once.

"I'll call friends to pick us up. You-- Keep talking to him? Touch him?"

Namjoon nods, looking down at Jungkook once again to press icy fingers into his hair, against his temple, on his wet cheeks.

"I'm here," he says. "We're both here."

It takes some time before Jungkook's friends get there, some time more to get him to climb inside the car - because that involves getting him to get up and let go of Namjoon for a minute, and that's not something Jungkook seems willing to do.

He outright howls, a sound so heart-wrenching it could make statues cry, and then Jungkook begs, a litany of 'no no no please no' like someone is hurting him.

He's talking at least, Namjoon thinks, but that's not enough comfort to stop himself from crying again.

In the end, he doesn't settle until they're sitting on a couch in a big flat Namjoon assumes is his.

"It's our place," one of Jungkook's friends say - Jin, he thinks. "It smells like home. He shouldn't feel as-- threatened, if he can smell you being home with him."

Namjoon doesn't quite understand, only knows Jungkook isn't crying anymore, just sniffling sadly. He's cuddled into his side, head buried in his neck, arms around him and a leg thrown over his lap. There's a cup of coffee waiting for Namjoon but he can't move to reach for it.

He keeps his hands on the leg weighing his lap down, rubbing it from time to time when Jungkook sniffles loudly.

He gets one of Jungkook's friend to text Jimin and Yoongi for him after Jimin spams his phone with a series of 'where are you??' texts.

"Tell him I'm with Jungkook," he tells Taehyung, another wolf. "They know who he is."

His phone buzzes with an answer almost immediately.

"He's asking if the wolf kidnapped you and if you need help." Taehyung frowns. "We didnt kidnap you."

Jungkook sniffles.

They did lock the door after him, so as far as Namjoon knows, they might have kidnapped him. It's fine, he'll let himself be abducted a day or two while he gets Jungkook's numbers and make him drink enough water to make up for all the tears he shed.

Jungkook sniffles again, loudly, and Namjoon looks down at him.

"What's up buddy? Feeling better?"

Jungkook nuzzles into his neck and after a beat, he nods.

"Is this a werewolf thing?" Namjoon asks. "To go all, non-verbal and stuff?"

The wolves look at each other before Hoseok - the one who'd been with Jungkook in the streets - answers him. "It can be when you imprint, but this is mostly a Jungkook thing. He gets overwhelmed easily, and those past two years were hard on him."

"Sorry," Namjoon says again.

"Not your fault," Jungkook mumbles, voice soft and croaky, mostly muffled into his skin. "I- I lost your scent, in the crowd. Too many people, too much smoke-- I couldn't- couldn't find you."

Namjoon squeezes his leg.

"I looked for you too, before leaving," he says.

"Yeah we know," Hoseok says, grimacing. "Some old wolves warned us a human was looking for Jungkook, but by that time you had already left."

"Oh," Namjoon blinks. "Don't take it the wrong way but you lots have issues with communication, and I'm concerned about your future."

Taehyung giggles and the other two chose not to answer, which Namjoon takes as silent agreement.

Again, Jungkook sniffles, which now Namjoon is pretty sure he does solely to catch his attention. It's kinda cute.

"Thank you," Jungkook says. "For looking for me."

Namjoon smiles. "Don't thank me for that. Hey, here-" he reaches for Jungkook's head, pulling it out of the crook of his neck to angle it towards him.

Jungkook looks at him, wet eyelashes and pink nose, still pretty even when snot runs down his nose.

"I got something for you," Namjoon says.

"What?" Jungkook mumbles.

Namjoon leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook's lips and drawing back to watch color blooms on his cheeks.

"It's a gift," he says, smiling widely. "So you have to hold onto it."

Have to go to bed now. I can stop the story here and leave it on a soft note, or I can write some more smut tomorrow/the day after. So :

When Namjoon comes out of the bathroom after a shower, Jungkook is waiting for him by the door. He looks a bit like a dog waiting sadly for its owner to come back.

"Why are you smiling?"Jungkook asks, fingers twitching at his sides.

"No reason. Hope I didnt make you wait?"

Jungkook shakes his head, but he fidgets even as he leads him to his room.

"Is this supposed to be your bed?" He asks, staring at the mattress laid directly on the floor in a corner of Jungkook's room.

"Um." Jungkook glances from the bed to him. "Yes?" he squeaks.

"You don't have pillows?"

Jungkook stares at his own bed for several seconds before his ears go bright red. "I-I'll borrow some from Jin-hyung," he stutters before hurrying out of the room.

Namjoon laughs, dropping himself on the mattress while he waits for Jungkook.

The wolves had kindly invited him to stay for dinner and for the night (though as far as he knows the door is still locked so he takes that kindness with a grain of salt). Dinner had been slightly awkward - Jungkook hadn't talked for a good 15 minutes after Namjoon kissed him.

Jungkook lent him clothes to sleep in - clothes that look large on him and he can't imagine how big it must look on the wolf.

"I got it!" Jungkook exclaims, running back to the room, brandishing two white pillows. "I have pillows!"

A very loud 'I'll kill you thief' sounds from the corridor before Jungkook closes the door, handing the pillows to Namjoon like an offering. He's grinning and looks immensely proud of his stolen pillows.

"Sweet," Namjoon says, accepting the gift.

Namjoon sets the pillows on the bed, fluffing them a bit.

When he turns back to Jungkook, he's kneeling at the edge of the mattress, waiting to be paid attention to again.

"Thank you," Namjoon says, and Jungkook smiles again.

God Namjoon swears he could see a tail wagging.

"Thanks for staying over," Jungkook answers, hands restless in his lap again. "Does it- does it really not bother you to sleep in my bed?"

"No," Namjoon answers. "It doesn't."

He observes the tremors of Jungkook's hands and wonders if it's because he's itching to touch again.

He spent dinner sitting between Namjoon's legs, and only willingly let go when Namjoon went to shower - and even then he looked ready to ask if he could come in with him.

Now that Jungkook is less sad wolf and more reasonable human, he seems to make an effort not to cling.

Namjoon sighs and reaches for Jungkook's hands, pulling him in and making him fall on top of him on the bed.

Jungkook's heart beats fast against his, pulse quick under his fingers, tense for a second before he relaxes and wraps his arms around him.

"Thanks," he mumbles.

"I'm not good at- you know, giving physical affection, but I don't mind. Being touched and stuff."

Jungkook nods, cheek rubbing against his chest.

"I'll tell you if it's too much."

This all feel very put together considering Namjoon is 5 feet 11 of touch starvation.

They lay on Jungkook's bed in silence for several minutes before Namjoon speaks again.

"Did you come to Seoul to look for me?"

Jungkook burrows into his chest like he wants to hide in it. "Yes. You mentioned- you mentioned it so I- I had to try to- had to try."

He wonders if Jungkook hears how fast his heart beats.

"Was it this bad? Was-- was losing track of me this bad that you came all the way here in hopes of finding me?"

Jungkook doesn't answer immediately, opting to rub further down his sides.

"Yes," he says. "Yes it was bad."

"I don't- I don't want to give you false hopes," Namjoon says. "I don't know if I can reciprocate what you feel. I barely know you. But even it doesn't work like that, I really don't have any intention of leaving you behind. I never had any intention to."

"Ok." Hands twist in the fabric of his shirt and Jungkook whispers back, "Thank you." His head slides down, pressing between his biceps and his side. "People told me- told me since you were human you wouldn't care. That even if I found you, you would- would leave."

"I won't," Namjoon says and he's surprised at how much he means it. He's surprised at how angry he is at whichever old wolf told those cruel words to Jungkook. "Promise."

Jungkook's cheek rubs against his ribs, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

"....are you sniffing my armpits."

"No," Jungkook lies, shoving his nose in his armpit.

Namjoon immediately tugs on the small hair at his nape. "It can't smell! I took a shower."

"It doesn't smell," Jungkook says, sighing as though that's something he's very sad about.

"Why do you sound so unhappy about it?"

Jungkook doesn't budge despite his tugging and Namjoon gives up, figures as long as he's not sweaty and smelly he can bear with the wolf being grubby.

"Smell is a big thing for werewolves right?" Namjoon asks when he feels Jungkook sniffs him again.

"Hmmmm," Jungkook hums.

"I smelled you before I saw you, at the cross walk," he says.

"I noticed."

"We can locate loved one and- mates, in a crowd, just from their scent." A beat. "But I lost yours."

A sniffle, and Namjoon tenses up.

"Hey- hey no, no crying again."

"Am not crying," Jungkook says.

"Sounds like something someone about to cry would say."

"Not crying," Jungkook insists. "But I- I should have been able to find you. When you let go of my hands, and everyone was running I- I panicked and I couldn't smell you anymore with the people and the fire I just---"

His voice grows wetter by the second so Namjoon pulls his head back to look at him, and this time Jungkook lets him.

His eyes are wet, wide and pleading, but at least he's not crying. Namjoon doesn't want to see him cry, he shed enough tears for the rest of his life.

"You barely knew me for an hour," he says. "How could you have gotten so used to my scent in such a short time?"

"Should have."

"Is this what you're trying to fuse with my armpit now?"

Jungkook's brows tick, the slightest indication that he found his sentence amusing but not enough not to feel like crying.

Namjoon sighs.

"Go ahead then buddy," he says, pulling Jungkook's head in the crook of his neck. "Learn my scent."

Jungkook whines.

He inhales tentatively, taking short sniffs under his ear. Namjoon closes his eyes, arms lax at his sides to let Jungkook smell him to his heart content.

Once the wolf starts, he doesn't miss a patch of skin.

His nose trails the whole length of his throat, brushes against his cheeks and he takes big whiffs into his hair, growing more frantic as the seconds go by. Jungkook subtly - but not subtly enough - tries to tug the collar of his shirt down to uncover more skin to smell.

Namjoon bites back a laugh but not a smile, pushing the wolf back a second so he can take his shirt off, carelessly throwing it on the ground. "Go ahead buddy, do whatever."

The wolf's pupils blow wide, glint almost golden as he takes in his naked chest.

Jungkook's big nose flattens under his collarbone, dragging down to his pec. Namjoon shivers, feels prickles everywhere Jungkook touches. He lays pliant and lets the wolf sniff at the whole length of his arms, lets him lick at his fingers, as though trying to add taste to smell.

Jungkook mouthes against his skin as he travels down his chest. It tickles his ribs and sides and Namjoon tries not to squirm.

When Jungkook has drunk in the entirety of his chest, he repeats the same silent begging at the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging on the fabric.

Namjoon is all too willing, lifting his hips and dragging his sweatpants down, kicking them off his legs while Jungkook watches.

"Oh w-wow," he says. "Your thighs are really---" and trails off.

"Really what?"

"Really," Jungkook squeaks, blushing furiously. "Really big."

"And that's a good thing?"

Jungkook doesn't answer, allows a pitiful noise to sound in the back of his throat before he leans down.

He presses kisses at his hips, breathes in the whole length of his legs, takes a tentative lick at his inner thighs and Namjoon sighs wistfully.

Namjoon leans on his elbows, watches the pretty wolf trail down his leg all the way to his foot, ears flushed pink. He wiggles his toes when Jungkook reaches them and the wolf bites on one - playful, if the smile he feels against his sole can be trusted.

Jungkook lays back between his legs to rub his nose into his thighs and Namjoon knows he's not going to make it. Jungkook is too gentle and pretty and needy, mouth wet on his skin, tongue hot when he licks discreetly at a patch of skin.

There is only so much Namjoon can take.

Namjoon knows what comes next but when Jungkook starts nosing at his underwear, he still squeezes his eyes shut, makes himself count to ten to calm his receptive body.

He doesn't look, but he feels Jungkook instead.

He feels him trail up, sniffing around his crotch, nose barely brushing against him. He hears faint whiffs, discreet intakes of breath. And then the wolf presses his nose into the fabric, right above the head of his dick, and Namjoon has to choke back a moan.

He lets himself drop on the mattress and fights to stay still as Jungkook follows the shape of his half-hard cock with his nose. His breath is hot enough to be moist and make the fabric wet.

He attempts to reach lower, nose finding its way to his balls and then under.

Namjoon keeps his legs firmly on the bed, hindering Jungkook so he cannot go where he's obviously trying to go. Jungkook whines with displeasure but he seems content enough to push his face back between his legs and stay there, laying bonelessly against his crotch.

Namjoon feels hot down there, feels the comfort of pleasure and the tingles of arousal. It's impossible not to chub up a bit when he wolf is so close.

"Do you like the way dicks smell buddy?" Namjoon asks when Jungkook doesn't show any sign of moving.

Jungkook huffs, and he lifts his head to look at him.

His face is flushed pink, and there is a pretty pout on his lips.

"That's where your scent is the strongest."

"So it stinks."

"Doesn't stink," Jungkook mumbles. "Just smells more like you."

The wolf bites his lips. "Can I- I want-"

"Take it off, I don't mind."

Jungkook's hands almost shake as he reaches for his underwear, slowly, tentatively tugging them down his legs. He inhales sharply, gasps, a little 'oh' leaving his lips.

He dives down, and Namjoon can't help shuddering when a hot mouth presses against his half hard dick. More blood fills it up, and Namjoon grows fully hard in no time once Jungkook starts licking at his shaft.

He watches Jungkook as he laps at him, slobbering all over his cock like he doesn't know how to give blowjobs or doesn't care about it.

It's messy and enthusiastic and hotter than it has any right to be.

"That feels nice buddy," Namjoon says, voice hoarse and low.

"It does?" Jungkook asks, licking down to his balls. "Smells so good hyung. Tastes so good."

Namjoon's guts tighten and his hips kick up. Jungkook is unapologetic about his desire, as gross as they appear, and it makes Namjoon shy in ways he's never been.

He expects it when he starts moving lower, past his balls and to the zone Namjoon had refused him access ti before.

This time, he parts his legs, feels embarrassment and pleasure at the way the wolf whines and immediately dives there, flattening his tongue over his rim.

"Oh Jungkook-" Namjoon's legs twitch, heat exploding in his lower half at that mere touch.

Jungkook wastes no time, eagerly licking over his rim, panting like a dog, drooling like a rabid wolf. He seems to be working himself up, smalls whines and deep moans escaping his lips.

Namjoon feels him tremble between his legs. He thinks that's from excitation this time and instead of empathy he feels fondness and desire.

Jungkook pushes his thighs up to gain better access to his ass and surprises a yelp out of Namjoon when he feels his hips be lifted up.

"H-hey buddy-"

Jungkook's head pops up from between his legs, eyelids drooping, looking blissed out. "Uh?"

"Nevermind," Namjoon can't complain about sudden manhandling when the wolf looks like that, so fucked out just from rimming someone.

Jungkook resume his very insistent prodding at his hole, licking and lapping until Namjoon feels himself so relaxed and willing he's the one trying to suck him in, the ring of muscles clenching under the ghost of Jungkook's tongue. "Buddy, com- come on."

When he finally starts pushing his tongue inside him, Namjoon moans, shuddering with his whole body. Jungkook's small moans turn into low, pleasant growl intermixed with long whines. He's drooling all over him, licking him from the inside out.

Needy moans escape Jungkook as he tries to open him wider, fingers pressing and pulling on his cheeks to open him up to him. Soon enough, Namjoon feels a timid finger slide in his ass alongside the wolf's tongue, and he eagerly clenches around it.

Jungkook licks around his finger and pushes in and out, hesitant and shy. He presses a second finger when it's obvious Namjoon is already sucking him in and wriggles his fingers before he pulls back, confused.

His tongue pokes out of his mouth, tip dripping saliva and chin wet.

He wriggles his fingers again, pressing down and frowning.

God, Namjoon thinks. that's the most useless dog. He can't believe he has to teach the wolf where the prostate is.

"Up, Jungkook. Towards my crotch," he pants. The wolf obeys, carefully looking around with his fingers.

When he finds it, Namjoon arches off the bed, moaning low when the shy fingers stimulate the bundle of nerves. His dick twitches.

"Yes! Yes buddy that's it. Did you feel it?"

A nod and they waste minutes like that - with jungkook licking inside and fingering him.

Namjoon feels sweat down his back, the faintness and lightness of his head that comes with blood being so determined to make his dick hard it forgets to make his brain smart.

Jungkook presses hard on his prostate and Namjoon almost sees stars, almost comes right there and then.

He scrambles to pull Jungkook away, shushing him when he whines unhappily.

"Don't be dramatic buddy. Don't you want to put that knot of yours inside me again?"

The whines die and the wolf shuts his mouth, eyes blown wide and cheeks pink as he looks at Namjoon hopefully.

"You'll let me?" Jungkook asks.

"Sure. Where's your lube and condoms?"

Jungkook blinks.

".......do you have lube and condoms?"

Jungkook's mouth opens and he blinks again.

"Jungkook."

"I," Jungkook says.

"You what? Jungkook what do you when you sleep with someone."

"I don't," Jungkook squeaks. "Only you."

Namjoon's jaw drops and he stares, baffled.

"You haven't had sex in 2 years?"

"I mean technically I didn't have sex for 22 years," Jungkook tries.

Namjoon is the one left speechless, heat down his spine that has more to do with pleasant embarrassment than pleasure.

To think the wolf only had sex once in his life, with him, and never felt like doing it again with someone else since - it's a lot to take in.

"I did," Namjoon says, feels the need not to lead Jungkook on about his purity. "I didn't-- wait."

"I guessed as much," Jungkook mumbles, eyes downcast but he doesn't look sad. "We're not-- dating so I didn't expect you to. Um. Wait."

It's sweet. Jungkook is sweet.

"You're a sweet wolf," he says, brushing Jungkook's hair off his wet face. "But it's a bit sad that you've waited 2 years to get your dick wet again and we're going to have to swap handjobs instead."

He doesn't miss the look of absolute disappointment on Jungkook's face.

"Tae has those- He definitely has stuff, wait, I'll-" Jungkook gets up and runs out of the room before Namjoon can say anything.

He wants to remind him he's hard and it definitely shows and maybe he shouldn't barge in his friend's room like that? But Jungkook is already gone.

When he comes back, he's crimson red, looks mortified and cradles lube and condoms in his arms like it's a precious treasure.

From the loud laughter he can hear behind the closed door, he guesses Jungkook's friends didn't let him off easily.

Jungkook kneels back on the mattress and hands his treasure over to Namjoon.

Namjoon takes the pack of condoms and turns it around.

"...is this a werewolf brand?" He asks, looking at the WOLFCK (with extra space for extra wolves) printed in bold letters on the front.

He takes one condom out and disregards the rest. The condom looks about what he expects a condom to look like, but the base seems wider- for the knot he assumes.

"Well then----," Namjoon looks up at Jungkook, and offers him a sly smile. "Take off your clothes, let me see you."

Jungkook is eager to do as told, easily taking off his shirt and pants and briefly looking at Namjoon to know if he needs to keep going. Namjoon nods, and watches, drinks in the sight of the wolf taking off his underwear to stand naked and vulnerable before him.

"God you're so hot," Namjoon mutters, eyes raking over the wolf, his slim waist and defined abs and the pretty flush on his skin and the thick hard cock between his legs. "You're the hottest person I've ever met."

Jungkook flushes more and he smiles shyly, crawling to Namjoon.

Namjoon gives Jungkook a condom, and Jungkook promptly gives it back.

He clears his throat under Namjoon's judgemental stare.

"I did have like- wolf sex ed class but I never actually used one so," he says under his breath, losing confidence as he speaks.

"Right." Namjoon looks at the condom. "I assume it works like human one."

He rips it open and slowly rolls it down Jungkook's dick, the wolf moaning at the simple touch.

The elastic is tight under Jungkook's soft knot but the base seems looser, to accommodate its growth.

The tip of the condom is a bit bigger too and from experience, Namjoon knows that's because wolves cums rivers.

That one might be an exaggeration but his underwear had been coated with semen when he'd went back home the first time and he ended up throwing it away altogether.

He grabs the lube next, warming it up before gently wrapping a hand around Jungkook's dick.

He takes his time, enjoying the sight of Jungkook coming apart because of his touch, thighs muscles working when he bucks up into his fist and pretty lips parting for pretty moans.

"You're pretty too," he says when Jungkook closes his eyes. "Pretty and hot. And sweet," Jungkook blushes and Namjoon adds, "And cute." He leans forward, placing a hand on Jungkook's strong thigh. "You're gonna be nice to me buddy? I haven't bottomed in a bit."

Considering the fact he took Jungkook's dick raw, he isn't too worried, but he enjoys the way the wolf whines and nods, so eager to please.

He puts a hand on Jungkook's cheek and slowly draws him into a kiss.

Jungkook vibrates a bit under his hand, letting Namjoon kiss him gently, lips sliding against his.

His eyes are half lidded when he pulls back, desperate and adoring as he watches Namjoon move.

"Come on," Namjoon whispers, letting go of Jungkook's dick to pull him in.

He makes Jungkook lay down, straddling him and placing his ass above his dick. A soft 'oh' leaves Jungkook's lips at the position and Namjoon smiles at him before guiding his cock to his entrance, slowly sinking down on it.

Jungkook moans, hands twisting in the sheets and Namjoon pants, legs trembling with just the first few inches.

He was generous with the lube and it drips from his hand but it's still so much, pushing at his insides as he impales himself on Jungkook's thick cock.

He's pretty proud of himself once he's fully seated, Jungkook hot inside him and his own cock standing to attention.

He takes a second to breathe before moving his hips in slow motions, feels Jungkook's pulsing inside him, feels the twitch of his muscles underneath his hands.

Jungkook is so obviously holding back, wound up tight and biting his lips and looking at Namjoon like he's the absolute best thing on earth. Namjoon starts fucking himself on him and the endless awe in Jungkook's eyes as he looks at him is equal parts embarassing and empowering.

He lifts up and sits back down, cock bobbing as he speeds up his pace and Jungkook whines low in his throat.

"How do you feel buddy?" He asks. "Good?"

He slams down with more force and Jungkook's arms tense up, claws coming out to shred the sheets he's holding onto.

"Can you speak?" He asks when Jungkook fails to answer him.

Jungkook nods, hips following after him when he moves up and they both moan.

"That's not speaking," Namjoon says, panting. "Come on."

"Yes," Jungkook squeaks. "Just is- lots, good- hyung, very- lot, so much-"

He babbles but at least he's speaking, so Namjon rewards them both by circling his hips, leaning back on his hands to get more leverage.

This pushes Jungkook's cock harder into his prostate and he moans, arching and throwing his head back.

He reaches for his own cock with his lubed hand to stroke himself gently, and shuts his eyes with a pleased sigh.

He hears a low whine and next thing he knows he's flat on his back and Jungkook's cock shifts inside him, a delicious and burning stretch.

He opens his eyes and Jungkook hovers over him, hair falling down his face and ears pink.

"Sorry," he says. "I didn't- didn't mean to."

Namjoon smiles once the surprise passes, wrapping his legs around Jungkook's waist. "It's ok. I wasn't going hard enough for you buddy?"

"Um," Jungkook doesn't answer, hands fluttering above him for a bit before he settles them on his waist. "Can I-"

"Just fuck me, it's ok."

Jungkook moves his hips shyly at first, gauging his reaction, and when Namjoon moans, he leans down, catching his mouth with his own.

The kiss starts sweet, mouths fitting together, warm and hot, but as soon as Jungkook figures he's allowed to go faster, as soon as he gains confidence, he presses his tongue against Namjoon's teeth and starts licking at him.

Namjoon giggles, laughter broken by moans. He turns his head but it doesn't deter Jungkook, who opts to lick at his cheek and at the corner of his lips instead.

He thrusts into him and Namjoon arches back a second, long enough for Jungkook to shove his tongue back in his mouth.

"Messy boy," Namjoon mumbles, trembling when Jungkook starts fucking him in earnest. His hands are clammy on his waist but he holds on tight, keeping him still so he can ease into him. He picks up the pace and breaks his own insistent licking to pant and whine into his neck.

The wolf isn't regular, thrusting in suddenly before grinding down, like he isn't sure what he wants, what feels best.

Everything feels best for Namjoon. Jungkook rubs wonderfully against his prostate and his dick leaks on his belly. He doesn't dare touch it for fear of coming.

Jungkook finds his legs and pushes them apart, making Namjoon unwrap them from his waist. He presses his thighs down, spreading Namjoon on his dick and Namjoon lets him, toes curling at the languid roll of his hips and the stretch of his throbbing cock.

"Ah, feels so good buddy," Namjoon moans, sweating and panting, pleasure like prickles in his belly.

Jungkook frowns minutely, shaking his head. "No," he says. "Name-- please--"

"Ah," Namjoon moand and grabs his hair, pushing their foreheads together. "Feels so good Jungkook."

Jungkook moans high but a pleased growl rumbles in his chest. He slams his cock into him and Namjoon could cry from how good and overwhelming it feels.

"Jungkook," he repeats. And again, "Jungkookie," trying out the name he heard his friends use. "Sweet Jungkookie."

Every iteration of his name makes Jungkook moans, hips kicking forward even when he's already buried balls deep inside his ass.

It makes sense really, because Namjoon didn't known his name back then, but now he does, he knows who he's with and that makes a difference.

Jungkook tries to sit up but he keeps his hand in his hair, keeps their foreheads pressed together so he can feel him pant against him, sweaty and pink and so pretty still. His thighs burn from how much he's being spread apart and he loves it, moaning back into the wolf's mouth.

"Are you close Jungkookie?" He asks, letting his free hand grab onto his ass to push him deeper inside. "Are you?"

He won't last long, not after Jungkook ate him out like that, not when his cock hammers his prostate, not when Jungkook looks at him like he means the world.

A soft 'hmm' leaves Jungkook's lips in agreement.

"Wait I don't- ah aah shit- don't wanna get k-knotted like that."

Jungkook looks confused, whimpering when Namjoon pushes him back and makes him pull out. It only lasts a second before Namjoon turns around to lay on his stomach.

He steals one of the pillow to shove under his hips, propping his ass up. He reaches behind him, drawing Jungkook in and the wolf eagerly plasters himself over his back, trying to fit back in.

It takes two or three tries, because he keeps missing and slipping as he tries to put it in, and Namjoon is laughing by the time he successfully bottoms out. He presses his face in the pillow, shuddering under Jungkook and clamping down on his cock like a vice.

It's easier for Jungkook to rut into him like that, weighing him down with his body, pounding his ass like it's made of meat. Namjoon would sob if he wasn't breathless, air punched from his throat by every hits of Jungkook's cock against his prostate.

He puts a hand under the pillow he lays on, pressing it back against his dick to hump against. He feels more frantic, pleasure building in his body and making him shake.

Jungkook finds his way into the crook of his neck, whining as he licks and sucks at his neck.

Like last time, he feels the hint of teeth against his skin but Jungkook doesn't bite, and he knows he wants to. He almost tells him he can, that he doesn't have to fight this urge, because the bite won't take on him anyway. Jungkook would love biting him.

But he doesn't say it.

It would mean more to Jungkook than to him, and he doesn't want to hurt the man by giving him too much only to take it back.

Maybe he'll let Jungkook bite him one day but for now he enjoys the wet kisses and feels warmth at how polite and obedient his wolf is.

As expected, Namjoon doesn't last much longer.

Hot white pleasure blinds him and he gasps, spilling into the pillow while Jungkook keeps fucking him. It's a lot to take in and he clenches down, reaching behind him for Jungkook's ass again.

"Hurry, hurry," he says.

His dick twitches, spurting the last drops of cum, and he feels Jungkook's soft knot grows a bit, just enough to catch on his rim.

Namjoon is spent but he's loose, and he can only wait with anticipation and apprehension as Jungkook buries himself deep inside and rolls his hips.

He feels the muscles of his butt working under his palm, hears him pant and whine, hands clammy on him as he chases after his orgasm. He presses in as deep as he can go and then he's coming, gasping as his knot forms and he spills inside the condom.

Namjoon arches his back, whimpering when he feels the massive flesh plug swell and lock Jungkook in. He doesn't dare move an inch, frozen by the pressure of the knot in his sensitive ass, but it slowly numbs until he can relax and breathe again.

"Fucking hell," he curses.

Jungkook hums, tired and spent, catching his breath against his back.

"That's a weapon," Namjoon continues.

He finds Jungkook's arms and rub them soothingly, helping him come down from the high.

They stay like that for long minutes before they both feel competent enough to turn on their sides, Jungkook spooning him.

"Ah damn it," Namjoon says, freeing the pillow from under his body. It's covered in his spunk. "It's ruined and we only had two of them."

"You can have it," Jungkook mumbles. "Don't need one."

"Of course you don't," Namjoon says. "Are you free tomorrow?"

Jungkook moves, leaning on his elbow so he can look down at him. "After 4."

"You want to go on a date with me?"

It takes Jungkook off guard and he shrinks a bit, pressing his mouth against Namjoon's biceps to hide his smile.

He nods.

"Where? I was thinking - we could go buy you some pillows but---"

Jungkook nips at his skin.

"You can just say no, no need to use violence."

"We can stay here and play video games," Jungkook offers instead.

"Have you never been on a date," Namjoon asks dryly and when Jungkook flushes he adds, "Right, no, don't answer that. We can take go to a coffee shop, an aquarium, or a museum---"

Jungkook pulls a face at museum.

"....what's wrong with museums?"

"Boring."

"Aren't you an animation major?"

"Still art is boring."

Namjoon glances at him, frowning. "No it's not."

"Is."

"Is not." He nods to himself. "I've decided, we're going to a museum tomorrow."

"Hyung, no," Jungkook whines.

Namjoon feels him pout against his arm.

"We'll ask for a tour. Guides have many stories to tell about the paintings, it gives it meaning. You'll see.

Jungkook huffs. "If it needs to be explained for me to feel it then it's probably not that good in the first place."

"That...makes sense actually," Namjoon says and Jungkook looks proud of himself.

"See?"

"But," he continues, "We're still going. Lots of art don't need explanation. I cry sometimes, even if I don't understand what I'm seeing. I just feel it."

Jungkook frowns.

"We can cry at the movie theater together. Museums are boring."

"Paintings have depth."

"My ass has depth and no one is crying about it," Jungkook mumbles, petulant.

That gives Namjoon pause.

He can't help the loud, booming laughter escaping him.

"Ow, ow-" he whimpers between laughter, feeling the knot inside him move when his body shakes with laughter.

Jungkook is laughing too, trying to hide it behind his back, but Namjoon both hears and feels it in his ass.

"Stop laughing," he complains even as he laughs himself. "No laughing during knotting, oh God--"

Neither of them stop laughing of course, because kids always laugh harder when they think they're not allowed to.

So he goes 'haha' and 'ow' and 'haha' 'ow'.

"What even- what even was that. Aren't you basically a virgin?" He says. "That doesn't make sense."

"It's a joke, it doesn't need to be real!" Jungkook defends himself, head popping up from behind him. "Y-you can see it for yourself anyway," he stutters, ears pink.

"That's an offer?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook nods shyly. "Then I'll take you up on that later. Now stop giggling, please, my ass is on fire."

Namjoon can't promise Jungkook much, because he doesn't know him, because he can't fall for Jungkook the way he fell for him. He can't promise eternity and devotion and loyalty, can't give much more than the promise to stick around no matter what.

He can't promise Jungkook much, but when he feels him snuggle into his back, laughter dying against his skin, holding tightly onto him like he doesn't want to let go, Namjoon knows deep within himself that falling in love with Jungkook will be the easiest thing in the world.

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