Wreck Him | PJM [OS]

I have never been interested in love.

While I saw others living on vanity, seeking to feel good in the arms of another, everything seemed ridiculous to me.

Everyone said that I had unmatched beauty, and strong character. The daily flirting I received was unpleasant. Besides, I already knew that my life would belong to my mate.

But don't get me wrong, I do have my ideal type. You see, I have always been attracted to men with feminine energy. Delicate, beautiful, submissive.

I am a sigma, if you ask what it is... in the werewolf hierarchy, Sigmas are similar to Alphas, but since we do not belong to a pack, we are lonely wolves. Werewolves who live camouflaged among humans.

My parents are rogues, my mother a gamma and my father a delta, I am an only child, so we are not from a big family. We are also not accepted in wolf society.

Well, I think with that we can stop talking about me. Let's talk about Park Jimin.

I met him at the beginning of university, as soon as I saw him, speaking in front of the crowd of students with the great presence worthy of an Alpha, he was clearly impressive. Mesmerizing sepia-colored eyes, like placing charcoal on paper and blurring vehemently that bare your soul in a glance, observing all your fears and insecurities. The posture of a swan, exuding elegance in every movement. Arrogant jaw looming over itself, a wide neck where my mind considered leaving traces of my identity on it.

I didn't really like his presence, his arrogance, his masculinity. But I overlooked it, since I didn't think I would see him again, the university is big, there is no reason why I have to deal with him.

According to the girls who murmured about his beauty, I heard them say that he was a playboy, typical of his class, he didn't date anyone, they were all just one night and then never again. Something in me disliked that idea; However, I ignored that feeling.

A few months later, upon arriving at the university, I saw him again walking down the hallway, apparently looking for someone, he had just turned 20, his birthday, but that was all my mind remembers.

Being so close to me, a sensation invaded me, his smell invaded my lungs making me feel very dizzy, surely my face would be covered in a crimson color, a sensation that I didn't think I would feel from him.

My inner wolf was screaming at me that he was my mate. I hated that this was happening to me about him.

Why, out of so many people in the world, should it be someone who was completely far from my ideal style and above all, a person who only cares about his ego and no one else?

I wasn't the only one who had that feeling, his eyes pierced me deeply, as if he had never seen anything more beautiful, as if he had found a diamond.

I wanted to run away from there, but she wouldn't let me. My wolf wouldn't let me. While I wanted to reject him, she wanted to run into his arms and claim ownership of him. It was very difficult to refuse it.

Jimin showed his teeth, highlighting his fangs. Slowly, he approached me.

"Mate," he growled, still clenching his teeth.

"Mate..." I answered submissively. His hands traveled to my face, a soft caress on my cheek, while the other ran behind my ear, holding my neck firmly, possessively. My eyes were slowly filling with tears, clouding my vision and my thoughts. We had completely forgotten that we were surrounded by other students who couldn't understand what was happening, although many ignored it, since it was common to see Jimin flirting with girls.

"Mine," he whispered. My legs were shaking and weakening making it hard for me to keep standing. My hands ran across his chest, grabbing the collar of his shirt to stop myself from falling. I didn't know he would have this effect on me, my entire being trembled under his touch, I felt sparks run through me.

But is this correct? Just because I'm his mate, would he change his personality and stop playing with other girls?

Wrong.

We currently live together. I am his mate, we need to be together most of the time because of our connection. It's the worst relationship I've ever had, sometimes I think how I hate this life.

Many times he has wanted to mark me while we enjoy a night. It must bother him that I don't allow it. But I don't want to continue with someone who constantly comes back with the smell of other women.

As if my presence is shit, ignoring that he belongs to me.

Try to make him jealous? I've already tried. He gets angry if he finds me with another smell, he punishes me roughly and then goes back to living his life. His presence only gives me insecurities and I'm already tired of him not loving me like I do.

Yeah, I did, I fell for him and I don't even know how. Perhaps, I found myself thinking about him all the time, dreaming about him as if I had become addicted to him. How did a guy like him manage to invade my mind like this?

Is it just because of the connection?

Or perhaps, it is just resentment and hatred mixed with familiarity and possessiveness.

My parents doesn't like him either, and since the have rejected a pack themselves, their opinion was stronger about him as a person and not just someone who should be with me because of a connection imposed by the moon deity.

But what am I doing with my life aside from my relationship with Jimin? Well, my life is somewhat chaotic, but amazing, I love life and live every moment without worries. I'm aware that Jimin is missing out on something he has no idea about, many men and women want me, but he is blind to the fact that I won't always be there for him.

My wolf doesn't fully agree with the plan I have in mind, but she respects it because she knows how toxic we are together.

I don’t know if he’ll learn his lesson, but there is no way back.

"Hello, love..." The smell coming from the door stirs my insides in disgust. Jimin with the scent of another woman.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" I bark bitterly. My eyes shows no emotion.

"Come on, what's the prob'? You already knew I was like this when you met me." He just sighs in irritation.

"You are my mate. You are mine. What you're doing is disrespectful to me," my jaw clenches tighter with each word.

"Yeah, anyway, did you make dinner?" He avoids the topic.

"Why should I? If you have time to fuck whores you should have time to make your own food." I raise an eyebrow, then shrug my shoulders dismissively.

"Watch your tone. You are the woman, it is your duty." He frowns and points at me accusatorily.

"Of course, man, as if you do your duty well," I let out a small laugh.

"Are you saying I don't know how to fuck?" He raises his voice in anger, defensive.

"Who said I was talking about sex?" I tilt my head. "But... if we talk about it, Taehyung definitely does it much better... god," I bite my lip, looking away as if I remembering something. He lets out a loud growl. I walk towards the room. "In fact, I think I should go to his house now, he's the best in bed,"

I hear him walking quickly towards me. He turns me around forcefully, not expecting me to grab his forearm and yank him around instead.

"Don't joke with me," he growls while I just laugh.

"Like... honey? You're the one making fun of me all the time, don't you think it's time to end all of this?" He flinches as I place handcuffs on his arms. He starts shaking, trying to change our position.

"What do you mean? You are my mate, you are mine, you belong to me, you can't leave me."

"That's for me to decide," My hands caresses along his waist until I reach his belly, grabbing the buckle of his belt. And then wrap his neck with it, placing it tightly and securely.

I pull him with me, making him practically fall to his knees. I take in the view of him from above. He seems to be in shock, submissive and vulnerable. Something pleasuring like electricity runs through my nape.

"What's wrong dear? Why so quiet?" I smiled. Without giving him time to respond, I pull him again until we reach inside the bedroom.

I throw him on the bed and clasp his handcuffs to others that I had already placed at the head of the bed. It takes him a while to understand what is happening.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

"Mm... " I stand up. "Let's say I'm punishing what's mine." I turn to look at him with a smile. "Bad boys have to be punished, right?" I watch with satisfaction as he swallows nervously.

"Is this a joke? Untie me right now." He tries to command with the alpha voice.

"Quiet," I order with the same voice. I notice him trembling. The satisfaction I feel becomes greater.

I sit on an armchair in front of him after taking off my clothes, leaving only my red lingerie. He watches attentively.

I start to touch myself slowly, throwing my head back. "Ah...Tae!" I moan his best friend's name. I rememberwith eyes closed about things that attracted me to Tae. Tae is completely my type and an Omega. His hands, for example...

"God... mm!" I get two fingers past my entrance, and rub my sweet spots, "Oh Tae! Mm, you do know how to find my sweet spots ugh!" I moan loudly on purpose, I'm not the type of person who moans loudly when I feel pleasure, so doing it thinking about another man must hurt.

I open my eyes wet with the ecstasy of my orgasm. Blurred view, stopping at the sad look of Jimin who has tears running down his cheeks, embarrassed of not being able to hide them because he was tied up.

I stand up and again hold a shiny, silver thing I'll use on him later. I leave that at his side and he stared at it in confusion and curiosity.

I take off his pants, undressing him, and then ripped off his shirt. My tongue trace my lips as I revele in a sight that no matter how long, I will never get used to. Then I tie a blindfold over his eyes. Through all this, Jimin doesn't say a word, as if he has lost the ability to speak.

I slowly lean down his abdomen, marked with a milky color. I stop at his nipples, sucking not very subtly and running my nails all over his arms and abdomen.

"Ah!" Jimin groans, my hands going to the ring I left next to him. Seeing his already erect member, I put it in my mouth, sucking with everything I could, I won't do it gently, I want it to hurt.

Seeing how wet he already was, I place the ring all the way to the base, choking his penis. Jimin frowned, he had no idea what I had placed on him.

I surge up until I meet his lips. God! His lips are a drug. So thick and padded, I bit hard on his lower lip. He lets out a loud growl opening his mouth, I take the opportunity to introduce my tongue exploring his wet cavern, he is trying to dominate, but I won't let him.

I see him trying to move away to regain control, which makes me move with more wildness. I won't give him the time to even breath. I suck his tongue tasting it. I must remember this taste when we don't see each other again. As I move away from him his lungs immediately tries to reach for air, he is gasping as if he was suffocating. "You're crazy,"

"Thank you," I smiled. Gently, I sit on his member, in a way that my legs will not get tired from the sudden movements I will make.

Jimin let out a strangled gasp as I started jumping on him with my hands on his chest. Don't forget that I am also a wolf, in sex we are wilder than humans. I will make sure that he feels with me what he will not feel with anyone else.

He raises his hips, trying to bury himself inside me while I dominated over him. But I stop for a moment, getting up to change our position.

I place myself between his legs, raising them and placing each one on my shoulders, my hips nestled against his ass. I surge forward and grab his member, aligning the tip against my entrance, and pushing until he's buried deep inside me.

I begin a quick pace and Jimin seems to not be able to withstand the intensity of the thrusts, he screams and shakes his head, and trashes against the bed vigorously. His cock is contracting inside me, as if he wants to release his sperm, but his ring won't allow it.

The sweat falls on our bodies, and my thrusts do not stop. I am advantaged, capable of lasting a long time. Jimin, on the otherhand, would give up in few minutes.

"Please! I need to cum!" His cries become increasingly tired, muffled and his throat hoarse. I contemplate the idea, only to decide against it.

"I think you'll have to hold on until I have an orgasm," I smile sadistically and he throws his head back in protest. His cheeks turn red, his blindfold gets soaked with tears, his lips red, trembling and bloody... He looks like a perfect mess.

I lean down, tracing hickeys all over his chest and neck. "I'll let you cum if you scream my name,"

Jimin doesn't hesitate to obey and starts screaming my name constantly. I bite his chin with some force, making him writhe beneath me. Then I get to the place I was looking forward to, sinking my teeth in the space between his neck and collarbone. He grunts, hisses and whimpers. The mark, releasing pleasurable pheromones, not only in him but also in me.

"Now. Do you know who you belong to?" I remove the blindfolds to appreciate his eyes. His pupils are dilated and moist, like a cat's when night comes.

"To you! Only you!" He looks at me with his eyes wide open, pleading.

"Whose are you?"

"I'm yours!!" He seems to be losing consciousness under my touch while I found a violent release. My body contracts with pleasure, tightening my walls around Jimin.

"What is your owner's name?"

"Y/N!!" Obediently, he screams. I look down at him again, he is a mess, with a clear trail of saliva running down his chin. He is so adorable.

I pull him out of me and take the ring off him. He doesn't wait a second to squirm as he came, eyes rolling back unable to control the ecstasy he is being consumed by, while I am fascinated by my little work of art.

When he finishes cumming, he stops moving and closes his eyes, he's absorbed by the soreness of the pleasure and finally loses to the dark.

I pant, trying to cool down, then I clean him up and take off the handcuffs, give him one last kiss and walk away.

Lastly, I take a shower and grab my already packed suitcase heading to the station.

I sigh, watching the cities go by through the train window. I will go to Busan with his parents and stay for a while.

Tae is going to do me the favor of updating me on what happens with Jimin. He has to make sure my plan comes to fruition.

Jimin, unable to find her, goes to her parents' house the next morning, who does not welcome him. They see the mark and all the hickeys. Sharing a look as they observe Jimin's sad and worried expression, but Y/N has already spoken to them, they aren't allowed to tell him where she was or what she was doing. They has to keep everything quiet, so they don't say anything.

Jimin walks away confused and with a bitter feeling inside him.

Why did she mark him if she isn't coming back?

He arrives by Tae's house and asks, believing that maybe she has decided to leave with him, since according to him, "Tae satisfies her more." But he doesn't find her and he doesn't know what to do.

Actually, Taehyung and Y/N don't have anything, but are friends, so they see each other from time to time. She had done everything she could to rub his smell on herself whenever she saw him, knowing that would drive Jimin mad.

Days pass and he just hopes that she will return at some point. He needs to see her. And despite her mark, they still don't share the bond, so he cannot contact her through the mental link, nor feel her emotions.

But Y/N? She can feel him. Every single thought and emotion. All his restleness and yearning.

He tries to ignore her feelings and hang out with other girls as he used to, trying to act like he's not affected, like he can go on in his days as the perfect image of an Alfa male. But every time he closes his eyes... he sees her again.

Now. Do you know who you belong to?

"Y/N!"

"What the hell? Who is Y/N!?" The woman he is just fucking, kicks him away from her, frowning and yelling in indignation. "Go away!"

"I'm sorry-"

"Leave!" She interrupted, not willing to hear anything more. Jimin quickly gets dressed and leaves the motel. He runs his hands frustratedly over his face and through his hair.

What the hell have you done to me Y/N? —He whimpers, hiding his tears. His wolf's howls echo through his head, calling for his mate in agony and hating him for pushing her away.

Six months pass by and Jimin runs towards the door as soon as he feels her presence and scent approaching the house. He opens the door with wild desperation just to find her looking for her keys.

He doesn't wait a second to hug her and cry in her arms. "You came back."

"I just came to ask you a question," She says firmly.

He turns away from her, with lost and confused eyes, staring into her emotionless face. "Aren't you going to stay?" His voice breaks and he lowers his puppy eyes, lower lip trembling and pouting like a small kid who just have been scolded.

"It depends on your answer," Her cold, sharp gaze penetrates his soul.

"W...what should I answer?" In submissive manner, the marked mate fiddles with his fingers, stumbling on his place. She pauses for a moment, observing with tenderness and sadism.

"Who do you belong to?"

Jimin looks at her as if he is seeing a dream and at the same time, a nightmare. The air gets stuck on his lungs just to get released with a pathetic whimper of affirmation: "You, only you! No one else! I swear! Please..."

"Come here," She smiles satisfied, holding his face tightly, bringing him delicately to her lips.

"I love you," He whispered as the kiss ends, the unhinged glint of his eyes screaming twisted obsession.

"I love you too," She rubs her nose on his in a butterfly kiss. "Let's go inside."