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The kids were excitedly running around the playground as they played various different games.
“Goal !, we won!”, one of the boys shouts with excitement as he runs and high-fives all his team members, including Jimin. Jungkook, who just got out of his kindergarten class watches Jimin as he plays with his classmates. He is two years younger than Jimin that’s why he always got out of class later, he hated it.
Jimin spotted him standing at the end of the field and his smile widens even more as he runs towards Jungkook. "Did you see me play?", he asks, as he jogs closer getting out of breath. He throws and arm around Jeongguks shoulders as the younger answers his question with a nod.
Jimin was a talented player, and the younger couldn’t help but admire the older. He was a snow leopard, predator hybrid, pure, with his parents both being snow leopard hybrids. His shiny, white hair made him stand out from the crowd. Unlike Jungkook, who wasn’t a pure blood, his mother was tiger hybrid and his father a wolf hybrid, but he left when Jungkook was still a pup, so he doesn’t have lot of memory of him. This is Jimin’s last year in kindergarten before he leaves to attend school next year and Jungkook was dreading that day. That’s why it makes him angry that he can’t spent all his time with his best friend.
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They grew up together, always attached at the hip. Jungkook attended the same school as Jimin.
Jimin’s personality was really bubbly, he was always making friends with others no matter what subgender they were. Jimin’s personality and figure always reminded him of a prey hybrid, he had light brown eyes and round chubby cheeks that added even more innocent look to him.
They had one of their regular sleepovers, they had one every Friday night at Jimins house. Jungkook eagerly packed his pack bag. He always anticipated the Friday nights they would spent together, they could finally be alone without the disturbance of Jimins annoying friends. He hated them all, he didn’t want to share Jimin with anyone else.
Jimin smells like snowdrops and clean scent of fresh laundry and Jungkook was addicted from the beginning when Jimins scent first developed. When the smaller one wasn’t paying attention Jeongguk tried to scoot just a little bit closer to him, resisting the urge to bury his nose into Jimins neck.
When he arrives at the doorstep of the Parks family house, he knocks before a sound of a hurried footsteps can be heard and Jimin opens the door.
“Hi!” the older greets him, bright expression on his face.
“I am sorry for postponing our sleep over for two weeks Jungkook-a, I will make it up to you I promise", he says, tone full of quilt as he moves out of the way so the younger can come inside.
"It’s okay hyung, I know you had a rough exam week. " Jimin was sixteen, already in high school, while Jungkook was on his last year of middle school. But Jimin wasn’t taller than him, they were now the same height.
"I know but I still feel guilty so you can choose the movie for today! " Jimin exclaimed in delight "I will go make us some popcorn"
Jungkook puts his backpack down next to the couch as he switches the tv on and starts browsing through the Netflix recommendations, deciding on some horror movie. Jimin was a scary cat, there was this one time when they watched a horror movie together for the first and also the last time because Jimin refused to repeat the terrifying experience. But Jungkook enjoyed it immensely as the older was curled up under his arm the whole time.
But today he won’t be able to protest about Jeongguks choice. Jimin wasn’t coming out of the kitchen, so he headed over to check up on him. The older was on his phone, leaning his back onto the kitchen counter with bowl of popcorn next to him. Jimin’s hair was still little bit wet from the shower he took before Jungkook came, he was wearing black leggings with huge light blue sweater that swallowed him up. He looked up when he saw Jungkook, suddenly appearing nervous as the younger looked at him questioningly.
"Kook-a, there is a change of plans", he looked at the ground avoiding Jeongguks gaze "Taehyung will be coming over, you know him right? He is a friend from my class".
Of course Jungkook knew him, the annoying deer hybrid from Jimins class, loud and clingy, Jeongguk despised him. He rolled his eyes and turned around, heading back to the living room, he knew that Jimin would come running after him. And he was right.
"W-wait! ", he feels Jimins hand grab his wrist "Don’t be mad please, I will make it up to you and we are still hanging out together, even if Tae is here it doesn’t change anything. "
Yes, it doesn’t change everything he wanted to argue but he held himself back. He wanted Jimins attention just for himself, wanted to have Jimin just for himself.
"Sure, I just didn’t expect the change of plans that’s all. " Deciding to play nice, he gently takes Jimins hand and leads them to the couch.
"You know I hate horror movies! ", Jimin whines as he looks at the tv screen with furrowed eyebrows.
Chuckling, Jungkook replies, "well you don’t really have a choice".
Moments later there is a knock on the door. "That must be Tae" Jimin exclaims with excitement as he runs to get the door.
Jungkook can see from the couch as the deer hybrid enters and hugs Jimin as they greet each other. One look at Tae and you can tell that he is a prey hybrid with his light brown hair and sparkly eyes, and Jimin behaves like bunny hybrid, jumping excitedly around him.
If he just wasn’t so pretty Jungkook wouldn’t have these thoughts.
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When Jungkook entered high school, that’s when his growth sprout, he was now taller than Jimin. He started growing into his features, appearing more intimating and secluded. He had just a few close friends and mostly sticked to himself or was forced to socialize when Jimin dragged him to hang out with his friends, and he needed to pretend that he likes them, and that they get along.
Jimin didn’t change that much, but he was more in tune with his instincts now. He did not let Jungkook order him around and they didn’t have sleepovers anymore.
He sometimes tried to appear tougher than he really is, but Jungkook knew how soft Jimin really was on the inside. He was still so naïve and gullible as before.
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Jimin was choosing which university to attend and Jungkook try his best to persuade him to stay in the town, but he didn’t want that, Jimins wish was to move to another city, saying that it’s his dream to study there.
They got into a huge fight, didn’t talk for a few weeks but then, like always. Jimin came running towards Jungkook with tears in his eyes, apologizing, agreeing that their friendship was more valuable than some stupid university.
So Jimin decided to stay but he was still forced to move to the dormitory as the university was located in the opposite part of the town. Jungkook wasn’t pleased but it was still better than having Jimin 200 kilometers away.
Jungkook attends the same university two years later, even if they didn’t have any classes together Jungkook had Jimins schedule memorized, keeping a watchful eye on him.
When Jimins graduated, he decided to buy himself apartment, but his money alone wasn’t enough so Jungkook, of course, offered to lend the money he earned from his part time job. Jimin agreed, as he didn’t have a choice and knowing how dirty the dormitory was, he also proposes that Jungkook moves in with him, as he was now half owner of the apartment.
Jimin was studying horticulture to become floriculturist, he never had any ambitious plans for the future, he was fascinated by little things, that’s why he chose to study plants.
Right after graduation he found a job in a small flower shop down the road. Jimin parent were still sending him some money time to time even if he said that he can fend for himself just fine. Jimin was 24, while Jungkook was still finishing his business degree at 22. All of Jimins college friend moved away for work except a few, his family lived far away, the closest person he had now was Jeongguk.
He was with Jimin every day, driving him home occasionally, they cooked for each other sometimes. Their apartment had two bedrooms, kitchen and cozy living room. Just enough for the two of them.
Jimin wasn’t so docile like when he was younger. Even when Jungkook suggested something with more domineering tone he started to get defensive telling him not to order him around. It made Jeongguks blood boil. The older was getting more independent, sometimes he even acts like he is threatened by Jeongguk. That’s when the younger decided to put his plan into action. He needs to get Jimin more docile again, make him submit, show him who was truly in charge in their relationship. He found out about a way to make him into a perfect little prey he was meant to be.
At night, when Jimin was already sleeping soundly in the safety of his own room, Jeongguk was lying in bed as he dialed the number of his dealer. He buys weed from him occasionally and he was the only person that came to his mind that could fulfil his request.
“Hey Jungkook-ah, I didn’t hear from you for some time, the usual?” the deep voice answered from the other side of the line, loud music could be heard in the background.
“Yes, would you be able to meet me at our spot tomorrow?”
There was a small pause at the other side of the line, then he heard Namjoon chuckle “Impatient much, yeah sure, but I am busy through the day, so at night I will give you a call”
“Thanks hyung”
“No problem”
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He was waiting for Namjoon at their usual spot, the older was late as always. After a long 15 minutes he finally saw a figure on a bicycle approaching him, he should really take Jeongguks advice and get a driver’s license already.
Namjoon smiled when he spotted him, getting off his bicycle as they greeted each other. After some small talk, he reached into his pocket, assuming that Jeongguk was here for the weed when the younger told him the unusual request he had.
"That’s interesting…I would ask why you need it " he laughs “but I won’t pry, yeah I know someone so I can make an order for you”
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The two of them usually had breakfast together almost every day before Jimin went to work. Jeongguk decided to wake up sooner to make breakfast for the other, taking the small bottle with the prey essence with him, slipping it into his pocket.
Jimin loved sweet things, so Jeongguk started cooking chocolate oatmeal with fruit, one of his favorites. When it was cooling down in a pot, he took the small bottle out of his pocket and added three small drops in there. He was skeptical about how much he should add, and he definitely didn’t want to overdo it for the first time. He mixed it some more and poured it into pretty blue bowl, decorating the top with some blueberries.
He decided it was finally time to wake Jimin up. Jeongguk headed towards his bedroom, quietly opening the door and as he expected. Jimin was sleeping soundly curled up into a ball, with a blanked at his feet and pillows all around him. He looked so small and soft. Jungkook wanted to at least sleep at the same bed as Jimin, but that didn’t happen since high school.
His lips were squished into a cute pout. Jungkooks eyes wandered all over his body, the silky pajama making him look even prettier, light purple, complementing his skin beautifully.
Jeongguk wanted to tease him a little bit in the morning, it probably wasn’t a good idea, but he couldn’t care less.
He slowly hovered over Jimins sleeping form, putting his arms at each side of his head as he leaned closer to his ear “Hyung, wake up” it was too quiet to wake Jimin up and he just scrunched up his nose quietly and tried to turn around.
“Jimin-a, you are going to be late” he said, louder this time. Jimin finally opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.
When he registered that Jeongguk is on top of him, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he roughly pushed the other of off him “what the hell Kook-ah”.
“what, I was just waking you up”
“There are other ways to do it, scared me” he replied massaging his chest with his hand at the place where his heart is located.
Yeah, there are other ways for sure, like fucking you into unconsciousness.
“You should thank me you know I made you breakfast, your favorite”
"Oh really ?”Jimin raised an eyebrow “well that completely changes the situation then" He jumped out of bed, skipping past Jungkook, humming happily as the other observed him looking him up and down.
Jeongguk followed after him into the kitchen, watching as the small blonde took the big bowl of oatmeal into his hands and sitting down on the dinning table, diving right in.
He just stood there, leaning against the doorframe, observing the other hybrid as he was happily munching on his breakfast, completely oblivious to what he was actually eating.
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As the time went on, the two of them fell into a different kind of comfortable routine. Jeongguk started making breakfast for Jimin almost every day to the point that the latter stopped questioning him about it. When the small leopard hybrid wasn’t home, Jeongguk went to his room and sprayed little bit of prey essence onto his pillow and around his room. It was scentless but contained strong pheromones that will affect him greatly if he is exposed to them all the time.
He was trying to make Jimin to warm up to him again, to be more accepting of his touches. Jeongguk wanted to complete destroy and erase his predator persona. It didn’t suit Jimin at all, being all bossy and mean, it made dealing with him a lot harder.
This was the second week that Jimin was unknowingly consuming prey slick and sleeping in a room that was full of prey pheromones. Jeongguks work ended sooner than Jimins and he could work from home, something that the other couldn’t do.
It was already 6 in the evening, Jeongguk prepared beef stew for dinner as Jimin should be home any minute now, and he was right, not even a second later he hears the door open.
“hey” Jimin greets him as he enters the dining room looking tired as ever, his face is flushed and hair messy. “I..I don’t feel too good”
“It looks like you have a fever. I will bring you dinner”. Jeongguk says as he rushes to the kitchen, taking out one of Jimins favorite bowls and filling it up with the generous amount of stew adding in the prey slick, putting almost twice as much as he usually does. He is getting impatient, can you blame him?
The warm stew is put before Jimin “eat up. It will make you feel better, I promise” Jeongguk encourages him as he stands behind him, massaging the back of his neck soothingly.
The action would throw Jimin off a few weeks ago, he would probably push his hand away, but now, he just sits obediently and lets Jeongguk do as he pleases.
He could feel the heat radiating from Jimins skin. He was probably overworking himself, that’s why Jeongguk was already making up a plan in his head to persuade Jimin to quit his job and stay home.
“should I help you to bed?“ Jeongguk asks as Jimin stands up from is chair after finishing his dinner.
“yeah…” Jimin replied, voice low and tired as he made eye contact with Jeongguk, god he was so pretty.
“come here” he pulled Jimin into a hug, feeling as the smaller one buried his head into his chest.
“it would be for the best if you took a day of tomorrow.”
Jimin hummed in agreement. Jeongguk was rubbing his hand up and down Jimins back, wanting to go lower but that would be a dangerous move.
He smelled amazing and was probably not even aware of how much the drugs have sweetened his scent. If anyone was to look at him, smell him, they would never even guess that he is a predator hybrid by nature.
Jimin mind was foggy, his whole body felt weird and unusually hot. The last few days it was hard to think rationally, Jimin felt like his head was underwater. He felt this new kind of feeling when he was with Jeongguk but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He felt drowsy and his body felt heavy.
Jimin took a long shower that he thought was going to help him cool down, but it didn’t.
When Jeongguk headed to take him to his bedroom Jimin stopped him by grabbing his hand. It was an action based on instinct that he did not think through. Seeing the size difference between their hands made him blush even more. God, this was so stupid.
"What is it? ", the latter asked, voice gentle as he lightly squeezed Jimin’s hand.
“I…can I sleep with you tonight? "
After hearing the questions Jeongguks mind went blank for a second, was Jimin really asking this?
The small hybrid took the silence as the sigh of rejection and there was panic evident in his eyes as he continued. "I know it sounds weird sor-"before he could continue Jeongguk cut him off.
"Of course you can" even if the request caught him off guard, he was eager to have Jimin in bed with him even though he can’t touch him the way he would like to, for now.
Now already laying in bed, both of them on their own side, but over the course of the night Jimins body gravitated towards Jeongguks.
The smaller one sleeps soundly, snuggled up under his arm. He should understand that Jeongguk wants just the best for him, he also hoped that Jimin would put on a little bit of weight when he stopped working that much, it would suit him.
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The sleeping powder that Jeongguk put into Jimins hot chocolate worked like magic. They were watching a movie together on the couch. After drinking just half of the cup, the blonde hybrid started to doze off, but he was still trying his best to keep his eyes open.
Jeongguk took the cup from his hands and put it on the table. They were covered by the big blanked, the heat from Jeongguks body, and the comforting taste of the hot chocolate made him sleepier than usual. He wanted to snuggle up to Jeongguks side so bad and it was hard to resist the temptation when the bigger hybrid had one arm draped over the back rest of the couch right behind Jimin. It made him feel safe, he didn’t really think much about it.
Jeongguk watched as Jimin swayed forward before his head fell on his shoulder and his breaths evened out. He was asleep. God, he looked so small and soft like this, not to mention his scent. He slid the blanket from Jimins body and threw it on the floor, he put one arm around Jimins shoulder and one under his knees, lifting him into the air. He was twitching with anticipation as his mind played all the scenarios that he could do to the small hybrid. He is not going to take it too far, he just wants to see the reaction of Jimins body to his touch.
His sweet hyung was so cute, trying to disguise his lingering stares, and the way his cheeks turned pink when Jeongguk looked at him for a little bit too long.
He headed to his room, settling Jimin down on to the bed so he is lying on his back. He couldn’t wait to finally see all of him. Jeongguk had the opportunity to feel the outline of Jimins luscious figure through his clothes, now he finally has a chance to see all of him. He turns on the small lamp on his nightstand, illuminating the room in a dim light.
Jimin looks ethereal as he lies there, his white hair creating a glowing like halo around his head, it brought out the paleness of his skin and a pinkish color of his lips even more. Jeongguk opened the nightstand drawer, he stored ton of stuff in there, after a while of rummaging around he fishes out a bottle of lube. He got on the bed and took Jimin by the hips, turning them sideways, pushing one of his legs up further up the bed so his knee was bend. His chest was still facing the front while his waist and hips were turned to the side.
Jeongguk pushes Jimin’s shirt further up, and then hooks his fingers into the hem of his silky pyjama shorts, pulling them all the way down under his plush ass. Fuck. He could always tell that Jimins ass was pretty big compared to the rest of his body, nothing crazy, but his beautiful proportions made him even more mesmerizing, desirable. He reached out, touching the warm skin of his waist first and then slowly moved down, griping one of his asscheeks, seeing how the fat bulges between his fingers. His skin so soft to the touch, it’s no surprise really, with the amount of moisturizing products Jeongguk knows Jimin uses. He pulls the cheek to the side, revealing his hole, he curses silently, his baby is really pretty everywhere. Jimins cock is squished beneath him, Jeongguk finds it cute, everything about his little hybrid is endearing. For some reason Jimin body is running hot, he is flushed slightly, skin burning to the touch.
Jeongguk doesn’t waste any more time as he takes the bottle of lube and squirts some out onto his fingers. He squeezes one of Jimins butt cheeks again, liking how the heavy flesh feels in his hand, before he pulls it to the side once more, rubbing the cold substance all over his hole. Jimins body is completely relaxed as he pushes in the first finger. To his own surprise Jimins body opens up easily to the intrusion. He works him open with one finger pushing it all the way in to the knuckle before adding a second one.
He glances at Jimin sleeping face from time to time, his lips are parted slightly and his cheeks are flushed. Its like his body is aware of what is happening but his mind is asleep. He is perfect, Jeongguk wants to ruin him, he knows that he should feel bad about it, but if he doesn’t fuck him, someone else will.
He is already three fingers deep inside the hybrids warm body, he slowly adds the fourth one watching as Jimins tight hole stretches obscenely around his fingers. Jeongguk is painfully hard, he is sure his precum already stained the inside of his sweatpants. But he cannot fuck Jimin today, it would be too fast. He just wants to stretch him out, leave him gaping but unsatisfied, he will come running to Jeongguk on his own, begging him to fill him up. He didn’t even notice the strong grip he had on Jimins thigh, he lets go, still fingers deep inside, he reaches down with his free hand to free his own cock.
He hissed quietly rubbing the thump over the tip as he started to jerk off. He pulls his fingers out, the sound it made was downright dirty.
He knew he was really testing his limits as he pushed his cock between Jimins plump cheeks, rubbing the tip over Jimins wet hole, fuck he could slide right in but instead he opted for fucking his thighs. He brought them together creating a tight fit, his cock was wet from lube making the slide so much easier. Jimins ass and the back of his thighs were all messy and wet from the excessive amount of lube, he looked so obscene like this, like a slut. Jeongguk knew he wasn’t one though, he was the first one to touch him down here, he made sure of that, that turned him on even more. But that doesn’t stop Jeonguk from making him into one, his own personal cock whore.
There was no need to hold himself back as he used Jimins body for his own pleasure. He could feel himself coming close. He pulled out between Jimins thighs, he gave himself a few last tugs and soon enough he was cumming all over the hybrids backside, marking him up with his cum. Even though he didn’t get to fuck him the pleasure from his release was blinding. He panted as he tucked himself back in, keeping in mind to shower later. He grabbed a few tissues from a nightstand and cleaned Jimin up, he made sure to clean the most of the excessive lube. Jimins hole was still gaping so prettily as if it was ready for Jeongguk to slide right in. He didn’t clean the lube that got pushed inside of Jimins body.
Jimins scent didn’t lose any of the previous sweetness, Jeongguk buried his head into the smaller once neck, just breathing him in. He pulled Jimins short back up as he lifted him up bridal style and took him back to his own room, tucking him in as if nothing happened.
When he pulled the duvet over him, his eyes lingered on Jimins pinkish lips, he always wanted to taste him, so where is the harm in doing it right now. He pressed his lips over Jimins plush once, holding his chin as he licked into his mouth. He was a goner for the little hybrid as he gave him one last peck on the lips, but it was no fun when he didn’t receive any reaction. The prey pheromone spray was already running out so he decides to spray the last bits of it all over Jimins room.
The thing about this drug is, that even when Jeongguk stops giving it to him it won’t change anything. Jimins body won’t try to get rid of it by getting it out from his system. His organism learns from it and adapts to the new hormones and pheromones. And he is almost out of all the bottles.
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Jimin wakes up, he groggily tries to turn around still half asleep when a sharp pain in his backside stops him. He hisses in pain and halts his movement. His body feels weird, like it doesn’t even belong to him. He lets his head fall onto the pillow again. He feels empty, and desperate, so desperate its embarrassing, he whines as he buries his head into the pillow. He wants to scrub the itch, make it go away. With curiosity he reaches down, pushing a hand under his pajama short and rubbing his small fingers over his hole, a shuddered breath leaves him, its sensitive to the touch.
He hesitantly pushes a finger inside, it’s not like he hasn’t played with himself before, but he will never admit that. The finger comes out wet. Jimin is mortified, now fully awake, he hurries to the shower to clean himself up. He doesn’t remember anything from the last night, he was watching movie with Jeongguk and then it’s all blank. He must have fallen asleep. He tries not to think about it as he doesn’t want to make any assumptions.
He showers with cool water, hoping that it will cool down his body and make his arousal go away. Stepping out of the shower, Jimin takes a moment to observe himself in the mirror, his cheeks are still dusted light pink and he desperately wants for the blush to go away. Thank god that its his day off because he doesn’t feel like doing anything today.
Pulling out one of his most comfortable fits from the closet he gets dressed, he feels embarrassed to face Jeongguk for some reason. He really hopes that the younger already left for his classes. Jimin could see how Jeongguk tried to bring them closer and it warmed his heart.
As he thought, he was already gone when Jimin walked into the kitchen. He could see a huge class sitting on the counter top, filled to the brim with a freshly made smoothie. Gosh he felt like Jeongguk was spoiling him little bit too much. Next to eat was a yellow note that the younger left for him.
I was in a rush this morning but I knew that it was your day off so I wanted to make something for my pretty snowflake. Enjoy.
He could feel his face heating up and he quickly crumbled the note and threw it away before he grabbed the full glass and made his way toward the couch. Snowflake. That’s what Jeongguk used to call him. Him bringing the nickname back made Jimins tummy feel all funny. Why does he feel like he is coming down with a fever again?
Jimin finished the whole glass as he watched some dumb reality show, unaware of what he was really drinking.
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If there was one thing that Jimin thrived of the most, it was compliments. So even the most random praises that Jeongguk started throwing his way made butterflies erupt in his stomach. And he was the only person around that he could seek any kind of approval from. Just the simple words like – you look pretty today Jimin-ah- made him melt on the inside.
Jimin loved the other and trusted him with his whole heart, he was his best friend after all. And the younger took full advantage of that. Jimin was like an open book to him, he learned read him inside out over the years.
Jimin got used to his touches again overtime, but Jeongguk was still cautious about getting bolder. But some of the touches were unnecessarily but could be easily excused, like when he passed by Jimin, and brushed his hands over his waist, or put his hand on his thigh when they were sitting on a couch. He didn’t really fear that the smaller one would push him away but he didn’t want to scare him.
Jeongguk stopped by Jimins workplace on the way back home, and told his employer a sweet old lady, that Jimin will not come by for the next week as he is very sick. Instantly, with a worried expression she wished for him to get better soon and that its ok for Jimin to take a longer break if needed. Jeongguk just smiled and nodded along before they said final goodbyes and he could finally head home.
The apartment was suspiciously quiet, he closed the door behind himself but then froze, the whole apartment smelled like snowdrops, it wasn’t the usual subtle undertone, but something a lot heavier, Jeongguk felt as if he could taste Jimin on his tongue.
Jimin was curled up under a blanked as he slept on the couch. Peaceful without any care in the world. As Jeongguk got closer he noticed that his face is flushed, he brushed Jimins hair away from his forehead and pressed his palm against it, checking his temperature.
When Jimin felt the cold hand touching his forehead his eyes fluttered open. He was having trouble focusing for a while and all he could see was the blurry outline of Jeongguks figure. His cold hand did wonders to cool Jimin down so when he pulled away with the words that he is going to bring him a glass of water the smaller one whined in protest. Jeongguk came back from the kitchen, pressing the glass of water to his lips to help him drink.
Jimin felt like a huge foggy cloud fell over his mind, he couldn’t think straight, is he really getting sick? He slowly sits up on the bed and puts his own small hands over his flushed cheeks “I feel weird”. Jeongguk is squatting near the couch, one of his hands wanders under a blanked as he puts it over the exposed skin of Jimins calf.
“You didn’t eat anything since morning, I bought food, you are going to feel better after you eat”
Jimin just nods his head, as Jeongguk stands up and heads towards the kitchen, he wants to lay down some more but then he feels it. The unusual wetness between his legs, he freezes on the spot, maybe he was just imagining it. He quickly stabds up, unsteady on his own two feet and rushes to the bathroom before the other comes back. He locks the door behind himself and pulls his pants down together with his underwear dreading the worse. Jimin slowly brushes two of his fingers over his hole and was mortified by the discovery that no, he wasn’t imagining this he looked at his fingers, that were now shiny with some kind of slick. Fuck why was he leaking slick, he was full blown panicking right now.
He wasn’t stupid, he knew what slick looked like but why was this happening to him, he is a predator hybrid its written on his birth certificate for fucks sake. He was aware of some extremely rare cases when the doctors make a mistake and when hybrids reach adulthood their hormones change but Jimin was 22. If he was to experience some hormone imbalances it would already happen long time ago, most likely around the time he turned 18. This didn’t make any sense.
He quickly gabs a few pieces of toilet paper to clean himself up, god this was humiliating. He quickly dressed himself back up and flushed the toiled before washing his hands with the double amount of soap. Looking at himself in the mirror, his hair was all messy and his eyes were glassy, his cheeks and the bridge of his nose where bright pink. Jimin groaned and washed his face with cold water, before he mentally prepared himself and left the bathroom.
Honestly Jeongguk could stop thinking about the small hybrid and how obscenely he looked that night stretched all sloppy around his fingers. He could see that Jimins body was adjusting quickly to the changes. He couldn’t wait to finally fuck him. He was already sitting on a couch two take out containers opened in front of him on the small table. When Jimin came to the living room he didn’t even look Jeongguk in the eyes and took a seat at the farthest corner of the couch putting a huge distance between them.
He looked at Jimin in confusion “Is everything alright?”. The latter just nods his head in silence and Jeongguk hands him his container of food, they eat in silence. Jimin felt so out of tune with his body he didn’t know what triggered this unexpected change. Should…should he tell Jeongguk about it ? The idea crossed his mind briefly, but he dismissed it immediately, there is no way he is telling him that. Jeongguks nose is very sensitive, he can’t effort having this kind of accident in his vicinity, the other would be able to tell right away.
When they finished eating the awkward silence fell over them. Jimin sat with his knees drawn towards his chest, he knew that Jeongguk was looking at him and he wished he could disappear into the thin air. He couldn’t stand when the other looked at him with that kind of stare.
“Tell me what’s wrong”
“Nothing” Jimi mumbled still looking down.
Suddenly there was a hand wrapped around his ankle as Jeongguk pulls Jimin toward himself. Jimin shrieks is surprise, as he ends up lying flat on his back on the couch. Jeongguk slowly crawls over his small frame. Jimin automatically puts his hands forward, trying to push him off. But he didn’t budge, instead he leaned down and brushed his nose over the side of his neck.
“Don’t be like that Jimin-ah” he rasped against the smaller one’s neck. Jimin stilled completely, having Jeongguks whole body weight pressed up against him like this was doing weird things to his body. Was Jeongguk scenting him? Jimins whole body felt hot, and the other hybrids body heat didn’t really help. One of Jeongguks knees was nested between Jimins legs, his eyes widened when he felt the already familiar wetness gathering between his cheeks, he whined and the vibrations from the needy sound went straight to Jeongguks cock. He needs to get away from him before Jeongguk can smell his slick, he would die on the spot out of embarrassment. But it would be near impposible to push Jeongguk away, but he needed to get out. Fast.
“You are crushing me” Jimin groans as he pushes against his shoulders.
“I will cuddle with you or whatever just get off me” at that, Jeongguk finally pulls away with a smirk on his face.
“I knew you would give in” as soon as Jimin had an opportunity he slipped out under the others larger form and hurried to the bathroom with burning cheeks. Why was his heart beating so fast? He quickly started to clean himself of the excess slick again, he felt so frustrated with himself it made him tear up. Some of it soaked a little bit into his underwear and he tried his best to rub it off with paper towels.
Jeongguk couldn’t get enough of Jimin, as the smaller one rushed to the bathroom his scent was so strong, it felt like he was getting high on it. Jimin came out a seconds later, with his head down but Jeongguk was able to catch the sigh of his teary eyes as he was now standing in front of him.
“W-whats wrong with me” he stammered over his words a little bit, god he was adorable.
“There is nothing wrong with you, snowflake. What do you mean?” Jeongguk replied, tone soft and full of consideration as he reached out for Jimins wrist and pulled him towards himself. Jimin was taken aback by the sudden use of his old nickname, it’s true that Jeongguk addressed him like that on that note this morning but it was a lot different hearing him actually say it out loud. It made his tummy feel funny. He lets himself get dragged right into the others embrace, snuggling against Jeongguks side as he sniffs quietly, trying his best to hold back his tears.
Jeongguk knew that these were the sight effects of the hormones, and that Jimin was most likely feeling very vulnerable and confused. He ran his hand through Jimins hair, down his back, pulling him closer by his small waist. He scent was unbelievably sweet, it made Jeongguks mouth water. Maybe he really fucked his body up. But it was so worth it. Jeongguks scent was familiar, soothing and it made Jimin sleepy as he lied on his chest. Small hands curled into the fabric of his t-shirt. He felt like a burden as the other was taking care of him all the time, what if Jeongguk thinks that he is weird and stops talking to him completely? Was he annoying him by being so clingy, but he couldn’t help it, he had no idea where did his sudden need for affection come from.
“If I am being too much, just tell me…”
“What do you mean, you are never too much, I will bring you tea and then you can go to sleep, I can see that you are tired”
Jimin let go of Jeongguk so he could go to the kitchen and make him the tea, he really felt useless. Jeongguk made him his favorite tea that had some relaxing properties and crushed a sleeping pill into it, it dissolved quickly in the hot water. Jimin was coming around so well, but Jeongguk couldn’t afford making any mistakes that would send the whole process back, even though is unlikely at this point. He wanted to touch the smaller hybrid so bad it was torture. He will finally have him tonight, and after that he will not longer hold himself back, he waited long enough.
Jimin noticed the way Jeongguks eyes would linger a little bit too long on his exposed thighs. He didn’t really mind to be honest, it just made him nervous that he didn’t know what was going on inside the youngers head. He isn’t stupid, he could feel the change in their dynamic, but he would never say anything out loud.
He came out of his thoughts after the cup of a warm tea was pushed between his palms. He murmured a quite thank you and started sipping the liquid slowly. Jeongguks gaze was unwavering as he stared at him with dark eyes. He has no doubts that Jimin would ran away from him if he knew what he really thought about him, how wicked and obsessed he was with him. He wanted to ruin Jimins mind, and his body. He was meant to react strongly to his touch now and he had his own idea what Jimins little runs to the bathroom could be about.
Jimin set the empty cup on the small table, he started to lean back against the couch, when Jeongguk grabbed his arm and pulled him towards himself once again, into the previous position that they were in. Jimin whispered a quite “thank you” before he dozed off, his whole body going lax against the others firm chest. He was out like a light. The drugs are already making his mind foggier each day, making it hard for him to think.
Jimin doesn’t have to break his cute little head thinking stuff over, he should just let himself go and submit to his instincts and let Jeongguk take care of everything.
He maneuvered Jimins body, holding him up bridal style as he carried him to his bedroom. He puts Jimins limp body down on the bed. He turned his torso sideways like a last time, and bends his knee, pushing it higher up on the bed for better access.
Jimin was fully at Jeongguks mercy he could do whatever he pleased.
He hooked two fingers onto the hem of the shorts and pulled them down, revealing Jimins bare skin. Fuck, he was beautiful. Now when his backside was completely bare for Jeongguk he grabs one of his ass cheeks and pulls it aside, revealing his hole. There is wetness gathering at Jimins entrance and that confirms his suspicion. Fuck, he is leaking. Jeongguk is stunned, he had no idea that this would happen, maybe it was some kind of a weird side effect? He could not believe that it made a predator hybrid leak like a bitch in heat.
He eagerly pushes two fingers inside straight away, Jimins hole openes up for him willingly, the tightness around his fingers was making him hard. Jimin laid unmoving, unaware of everything that was happening to him.
Jeongguk slides Jimins shorts down his legs completely and throws them on the ground. He grabs the thick flesh of Jimins thighs and pulls them apart for better access.
He was already three fingers in till the knuckles, there was no need to take it slow. Jimin was producing so much slick it was trickling down his inner thighs and all over Jeongguks hand.
“You were made for this, fuck” when he added the fourth finger he could see Jimins dick twitch slightly.
“don’t tell me you are getting hard even unconscious” an amusement could be heard in Jeongguk voice as he continued “see? Your body knows what’s the best for you”
He eases his fingers out, grabbing Jimins hips and pulling them up, positioning him on his knees, spreading his ass cheeks apart, he rubs his hard cock over his hole. Not sparing time to lubricate himself, Jimin was wet enough, he could take it.
Jeongguk rolled Jimins shirt further up his back, griping his waist with one hand and slowly starts pushing his cock inside. The hybrids white hair was covering half of his face as his head was turned sideways, his arms lying limply by his side. His hole stretches open around Jeongguks cock as he breaches him, he is even tighter than he imagined.
“Fuck, I am your first aren’t I” he moans as he bottoms out “and your last”.
He loves how warm and soft Jimins body feels. Jeongguk grips his waist with both hands and starts fucking him hard straight away, chasing his own pleasure as Jimins body moves up and down like a rag doll.
“you were made to take my cock, I will put you into good use”. Jimins legs started to slip from underneath him because of Jeongguks hard trusts, but he doesn’t care, he lets them to straighten out. Jeongguk brutally fucks him against the matrasses as the smaller one lies fully on his stomach, his cute cock squished under his body. He spreads Jimins ass cheeks apart, cursing at the amount of slick that’s warming up his cock, its sliding down in between Jimins thighs, down his ball sack, wetting the bed sheets underneath him. He did this to the little hybrid, now he is going to be walking around leaking everywhere like a slut. Jeongguk is going to keep him nice and stretched out all the time so he can slide right in.
He supports his weight on each side of Jimins head not breaking his rhythm. “gonna cum in that pretty ass of yours, fuck” he groans, bending down and biting into Jimins shoulder as he comes inside of him, filing him up. He presses himself as deep as possible into the slick tightness.
Maybe he went too fast, but he couldn’t wait anymore especially when Jimin just smelled so sweet, like he was begging for it.
Jeongguk pulls out with a soft hiss, he decided it would be too soon to knot him. He wanted to save the best part for when Jimin was conscious. He was getting turned on again just by seeing his cum spill out of Jimin, his hole clenching around nothing.
Jeongguk cleaned up the excess slick and his own cum that spilled out of Jimin, trying his best to clean him also on the inside. His rim turned bright red from the abuse Jeongguk just but his body through. There was a dark mark already forming on Jimins shoulder.
Getting a hickey from another predator hybrid was dehumanizing, it basically meant that a claim was laid on him. He picks up Jimins pyjama shorts and pulls them back on sliding the material up over his legs, pulling it over his plush ass. He turns him over on his back and covers him by a blanket as he goes back to his room, leaving Jimin to enjoy a few more hours of a peaceful sleep.
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Jimins eyes fluttered open, he moves slowly as he wants to turn to the side when a sharp pain in his lower back stops him. But this is more intense kind of pain than before.
Gasping out loud, Jimin moves the covers to the side, his whole body is sore, like someone tried to split his insides apart. His body ached in all kind of ways that he couldn’t even tell apart. His head was still foggy, like something was preventing him from thinking, he couldn’t focus on anything for too long because his mind goes blank. He doesn’t understand what’s happening to him.
There were bruise marks all over his waist and thighs, he brushes his fingers over the marked-up skin not believing his eyes. He carefully stands up on a shaky legs when he feels even more horrifying sensation.
A sticky liquid leaking out of him, down his legs, coating his inner thighs and tears pricked his eyes as he could already guess what it was. He limped to the bathroom catching his reflection in the mirror, he stops abruptly when he notices a dark spot forming on his shoulder. And he cries even harder.
This…it couldn’t be his Jeonggukie, he would never.
He undressed himself, just his own slick was sliding down his thighs, maybe he was just imagining it?
Jimin could believe it, the feelings he was experiencing for the past month were already humiliating enough. The way his body was changing involuntary. His pride took a big kick at that time but now, it was completely shattered as he was left without an ounce of dignity.
He could smell Jeongguk all over him, it was impossible to think straight. He took a long shower, trying to clean himself up as best as he could. But no matter what the younger does to him Jimin can never bring himself to hate him.
After a shower he quickly put on some clothes and slowly exited his room, heading toward the kitchen. The sound of cooking could be heard. Jimin tried to be as quiet as possible, but Jeongguk immediately registered his presence.
“how did you sleep?” Jeongguk asks, voice neutral as he puts the last pancake onto the plate and flips the stove off, eyeing Jimin curiously as he waits for a response.
Jimin steps from side to side nervously looking at the ground “good..” he replies, voice barely above a whisper.
“I am glad to hear that, go sit down for breakfast”
Jimin does as he is told, he doesn’t dare to say a word as they sit down in silence, after a long while he finds a courage to ask “Did…did something happen last night?”.
Jeongguk looks at him but it’s a different kind of look, like he is looking down on him and his eyes don’t display any kind of emotion. Did he do something wrong?
“I don’t appreciate liars Jimin-ah, I thought you trusted me” he says, trying to look like he is disappointed and hurt. He sees as Jimins face changes into the one of panic and confusion.
“W-what? I would never lie to you. I don’t know what are you talking about” the white hair hybrid replies with a small voice, and a look that says he is going to start crying soon.
Jeongguk shakes his head and laughs, looking away acting like he couldn’t believe what Jimin was saying.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you are not a predator hybrid?” he finally says as he stares at Jimin with a cold look.
“What are you talking about? Of course I am a-“
“Don’t you dare try to make a fucking idiot out of me”. Jeongguks spits out angrily as he stands up from his chair, breakfast long forgotten.
“I can smell you literally leaking everywhere, and you are going to sit here and lie to my face telling me that you are a predator?” Jimins ears burn in shame as he bows his head down, white bangs falling over his eyes. He sits stiffly, hands resting on his lap as he plays with his fingers.
“I…it started happening recently I swear! I don’t know what’s going on” His voice starts getting higher pitched as he tries to explain himself. He looks up at Jeongguk, eyes brimming with tears. He is so naïve. He doesn’t say anything as he sits back down and stares at Jimin.
“So you had a change of subgender, or so called late presentation?”
“No, no, this…it will go away. Just don’t be mad at me” he sobs this time, brushing the tears aways with the back of his sleeve. He stands up and goes to Jeongguk, standing in front of his chair.
“It doesn’t sound like something that would go away, you need to trust and listen to your body Jimin-ah. I am not mad at you” he adds seeing as Jimin tries his best to smile through his tear even though he is clearly distressed. He nods his head at Jeongguks words, but he still has hard time accepting the truth that his body is undergoing a change like this all of sudden.
Jimin is looking at him with pleading gaze, seeking out his comfort. Jeongguk opens his arms and Jimin is on him in seconds, straddling his lap as he throws his arm around Jeongguks neck. He hugs the smaller one by the waist, putting one hand over the back of his neck. Jimin has no one but him, he will keep him inside forever, there is no real use for someone like him out there. He is just too vulnerable, even when he tries to act independent, he is desperate for Jeongguks attention as he seeks him out, his presence, his praises and validation. His head is buried into junction between his neck and shoulder.
Jimins ass is right over Jeongguks crotch, he grips Jimins plush hips and pulls him towards him, bringing their bodies even closer together. He can feel the way the smaller one freezes under his touch. Then he pulls away a hurriedly tries to get up.
“I -I need to go to-“ he avoids Jeongguks gaze, clearly embarrassed, but the younger holds him close and refuses to let go as he cuts him off.
“What’s wrong?” he asks with a smirk, teasing Jimin. Even though he knows exactly what’s bothering him.
“You know what… “ god, Jimin sounds so cute when he whines, cheeks burning.
“What? Did you get wet?”
“D-don’t say it like that" Jimin peeps, voice small as he hides himself into the crook of Jeongguks neck. He slides his hands under Jimins loose t-shirt, griping his waist as he moves Jimins hips, feeling the outline of Jimins cock against his abdomen. He lets Jeongguk do as he pleases, he rocks his hips forward a little bit, together with Jeongguks movement. Jeongguk rubs Jimins ass against his clothed cock and grunts in his ear. Jimin sweet scent is floating around the whole apartment, filling up every corner.
Jimin can’t stop rocking his hips against Jeongguk, it doesn’t feel right but it feels like his body has a mind on its own. The slick started to seep into the fabric of his sweatpants, maybe it’s his fault that he didn’t wear any underwear, the material too harsh for his sensitive skin.
Tears pricked his eyes, he was so ashamed, Jeongguks fingers skimmed all over his body one hand disappearing behind the waistband of his sweatpants. Harsh fingers griped his ass cheek, digging painfully into his flesh. Jimin halts his movement when he feels Jeongguks hand move towards his most intimate parts.
“N-no” he pants, body hot and feverous to the touch. He knows it sounds contractionary because of the way his body is acting.
“No? Your body is saying something different, snowflake. If you don’t like it then why are you leaking all over me like a slut” Jeongguk says, voice rough as he noses along the side of Jimins neck, finding the dark spot on his shoulder from the last night and sucking on it.
“It- it was you?” Jimin chokes up, Jeongguk pulls away to look at him, the distance between their faces is minimal as their noses brush together. Jimin look so fragile and small sitting in his lap like this.
“Would you want it to be someone else?” he quirks and eyebrow, waiting for Jimins answer, hands still firmly planted on Jimins hips. He lets out a tiny ‘no’ and shakes his head. Jeongguks sighs.
“You know that I want the best for you, right?”
Jimin nods again, like a programmed doll, even though his brain isn’t really making any logical connection between the things Jeongguk is saying. But his heart is, in his heart he trusts Jeongguk. He cups Jimins chin in one of his hands as he leans closer. Jimin meets him halfway, to his own surprise. He is so obedient as he willingly parts his mouth, letting Jeongguks tongue in. He starts to squirm halfway through the kiss as he is sitting in the puddle of his own slick and the unbearable ache between his legs.
Jimin has no strength left in his limbs as Jeongguk breaks the kiss and stands up, holding Jimin up under the thighs. He takes him to his bedroom, Jimin is going to be sleeping with him from now on anyway. He puts Jimin down on the bed, as he takes off his own t-shirt. Jimins eyes ran up and down his body in admiration, he is bigger than Jimin, carries more muscles, and his muscle definition is more prominent. Maybe he really is a prey hybrid after all, maybe he was just lying to himself all this time. Jimin is tired, even though his body is still running hot, he feels sleepy.
Jeongguk took notice of this, he is going to let him rest, he is the most pliant when he is asleep after all. He pulls Jimin up on his unstable feet and slides his sweatpants down, Jimins squeaks in surprise but doesn’t protest. Jeongguk cleans him up with the fabric of the pants, its already ruined anyways as he heads towards Jimins room and brings Jimin one of his flimsiest shorts he could find. Jimin still tries to cover himself by his small hands. He gets dressed hastily, the material of the shorts doing almost nothing to cover him up, pretty white hair falling over his eyes as he looks up at Jeongguk trying not to let his gaze wander down to his naked chest.
“You are prettiest like this” Jeongguk breaths out as he stares at Jimin. The smaller one starts to blush right away.
“Really?”
“I would never lie to you”
They get under the covers together and Jimin automatically snuggles up to Jeongguks chest. Over the course of the night Jeongguk goes in and out of sleep, they end up in a position where Jimin is the little spoon. He looks up at the clock that is sitting at the bed side table saying that it’s close to two in the morning. Jimin is sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling with even breaths. He can smell his sweetness already.
Jeongguk pulls the covers off, revealing Jimins naked legs and shorts that he doesn’t even need to take off. The only light in the room is provided by the lamp from the street. Jeongguk touches the material of the shorts, when he feels how wet they are, he moves them aside and gently brushes his fingertips over Jimins entrance. Jeongguk fucked his body up with the drugs and his own cum that he fed him through the smoothie, it is having primal reaction every time he was near Jeongguk, his body was preparing itself for penetration.
He started opening him up slowly with one finger, pushing the second one in shortly after, he started scissoring him open. Jeongguk kept an eye out on Jimins reaction, he moved once so Jeongguk stopped and waited. When Jimin didn’t show any signs of waking up he continued, pushing a third finger in alongside the two. The squelching sound was too loud, he pulled his fingers out and pushed his sweats down to free his cock. He lubed himself up with the hand that he just fingered Jimin with and angled the tip of his cock toward his hole, he pushed inside, stretching out the ring of muscle even further, it eagerly opened up around his cockhead, sucking him. He wasn’t even halfway in, when Jimin woke up with a gasp and a pained groan. Jimins reaction is immediate.
“H-hurts, what are you d-“ Jeongguk grips his hip right away, preventing him from moving away. He then pushes the rest of himself inside of Jimins body with one go, balls pressed against the plush flesh of ass. Jimin screams into the pillow never had he taken anything of that size. Now that he was awake and starts to panic his walls tightened around Jeongguk preventing him from pulling out. Jimin tries to push his upper body up on his hands but his limbs are feel too heavy. All he can focus on is the pain between his legs and Jeongguks hot breath against the back of his neck.
“Relax or is going to hurt more” Jeongguk tries to shush him, moving his hand from his hips up to his lower tummy to hold him closer.
“why are you…”
“you were leaking all over my bed, I am just trying to help you” Jeongguk reasons with him, Jimin brings his hand down to hold the others arm that was resting on his stomach.
Jimin lies still, impaled on Jeongguks cock, he feels so full, and it scares him that it was a comforting kind of fullness as it seemed to quench the ache inside his belly. Jeongguk was doing what’s best for him, right? He is just trying to help him. He lets himself relax against Jeongguks stronger body. As the tension leaves him, the pain subsides.
“You are doing so well” Jeongguk whispers, as he brushes Jimins hair back away from his face. Jimin sniffles quietly. His body feels good, like it finally got what it wanted, his own slick felt cool against his skin and he was still leaking more around Jeongguks cock. His body had its own carnal desires and he was forced to submit to them.
“So full” Jimin mumbles and after a while he adds “Feels…feels good” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. He came to conclusion that he should take the youngers advice and listen to his body. Even though he was still ashamed of what his body was doing. He had a hard time believing that he truly isn’t a predator anymore, or was he even one in the first place?
“Of course it does, it’s what your body was made for” Jeongguk says, he hoped Jimin could finally realize this and stopped thinking too much. Even when he questions Jeongguk he will be patient to teach Jimin what his real purpose is, even if it means using a little bit of force to bend him to his will.
Jeongguk pulled the blanket over them, it took him every ounce of willpower not to thrust up into Jimins tight heat. Thank god that the smaller one stopped squirming around. It was different when he was unconscious and every muscle in his body was loose enough. Jimin breathing started to slow down as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Jimin wakes up the same way he fell asleep, full. His eyelids flutter open, Jeongguk is still holding him close making it hard for him to move. Never in his life would he imagined that he is going to end up in this position with Jeongguk. He squirms around, before a hand on his hip stops him, the fingertips digging painfully into his skin as Jeongguk wakes up. He grunts in annoyance as he throws the blanket to the ground, Jimin shivers when the warmth is taken away from him. And he can feel the cold, dried up slick on his thighs. The younger doesn’t say anything as he pulls Jimins asscheek to the side, seeing his cock nested firmly inside Jimins obscenely stretched rim. He starts to pull out, making the other hiss in pain. Jimin would think he would feel better after but no, he almost cries when the fullness leaves him and all he is left with is the stinging pain. A gush of slick that was trapped inside of him trickless down his inner thighs.
Jimin is finally able to turn around, the left side already getting numb form lying on it for the whole night.
“It hurts” he confesses, as he reaches down and takes a hold of his short that are still around his knees and pulls them up. Not carrying that he is going to ruin them with slick.
“It will go away” Jeongguk says as Jimin stares at him, white hair a messy nest on his head, cheeks and lips red and puffy from sleep. He reaches out and takes hold of Jimin cheek, bringing him closer Jeongguk gives him a peck on the lips. Jimin always looks up at him with such a wide and innocent look, like a puppy waiting for instructions.
“Want you do to something for me” he says as he brushes his thumb over Jimins plush bottom lip. His eyes are dark as he stares at Jimin, he doesn’t think he would be able to say no even if he wanted to, so he just obediently nods his head, Jeongguk had done so much for him after all. He sits up on the bed throwing his legs over the edge, he is painfully hard, having Jimin around him the whole night like that was plain torture. Jimin follows with little sounds of pain and sits beside him.
“Kneel” Jeongguk says as he points to the ground, Jimins meets his eyes, perplexed expression on his face. He hesitates a little, his eyes linger all the way down Jeongguks naked upper body before he averts his gaze and slowly stands up and kneels in front of Jeongguk. The younger spreads his thighs apart as he motions for Jimin to come closer, and he does, sitting obediently on his knees, in a puddle of his own slick from last night. It makes him feel dirty. He already has an idea what Jeongguk wants from him. Jimin opens his mouth to say something when Jeongguk interrupts him as he pulls his sweatpants down enough to free his cock.
“There is no need for you to speak” he says, reaching out, intertwining his fingers into Jimins white hair. “just be good and open that pretty mouth of yours for me”.
Jimin looks at the youngers cock that’s covered in his own slick as he strokes himself, he doesn’t dare to say anything as he parts his lips, waiting.
Jeongguk grips Jimin by the hair and brings him closer to his shaft, circling the outline of his lips with the head of his cock. He tilts his head backward by the hair and slowly pushes between the plush pillows of Jimins lips. Jimins instinctual reaction was to pull away but he remained still as Jeongguk pushed inside, stretching Jimins lips obscenely wide. He curses quietly and groans in pleasure from the warm, wet feeling around his cock, he pushes Jimins head further down, hitting the back of his throat. He started to choke, not used to the feeling, but the younger holds him firmly in place for a few more seconds. Jimin braces his hands against Jeongguks legs, digging his fingernails into the younger’s thighs.
As soon as Jeongguk pulls him off his cock, Jimin coughs and looks up at him through teary eyes, cheeks and nose flushed bright pink from exertion. Jimin could taste what he assumed was his own slick mixed with the youngers precum. He squirmed uncomfortably at the feeling of a fresh slick that leaked out of him, making his shorts completely soaked through. Jimin swallows and doesn’t say anything as he opens his mouth in invitation, waiting. The younger stands up, griping Jimins white locks.
“Relax your throat” is the only warning Jimin gets before Jeongguk pushes past his lips once again. He tries to keep his mouth slack, letting the other use him however he wants to. Jeongguk start with slow and shallow trusts, enjoying the warmth of the others mouth. He makes sure to keep Jimins head in place as he picks up his pace, the tip of his cock passes through his mouth and reaches the tight channel of his throat.
Jeongguk moans, throwing his head back “Fuck, dreamed of fucking you throat for so long”. Jimin throat feels heavenly, the smaller one gags, he has nothing to hold onto as his mouth is brutally abused. Jeongguk pounds into his mouth with abandon before pushing down into his throat again, keeping him there. Jimin breaths shakily through his nose as tears stream down his cheeks, all he can focus on is the heavy weight of cock on his tongue and the hot wetness between his legs, he whines, sending a pleasant vibrations all over Jeongguks body.
“Gonna keep you here forever, make you my personal cockwhore, hm?” Jimin can’t really say anything, mouth full of cock, he watches Jimin struggle, he looks up at Jeongguk, eyes glazed over and tear-stained cheeks. The younger pulls out and Jimin starts to pant, finally being able to breath properly.
“Show me your tongue” Jeongguk orders as he starts to jerk himself off, Jimin willingly sticks out his tongue, too fucked out to think. Series of curses leave the youngers mouth before ropes of cum land on Jimins tongue, he angles his cock down, making sure that the rest fills Jimins mouth. Jeongguk milks every last drop, tapping the tip of his cock against Jimins tongue.
“Swallow” Jimin does as he is told, the salty taste foreign to his tastebuds, his throat throbs in pain when he swallows. He opens his mouth again, showing Jeongguk that he indeed swallowed everything.
“You did so good, snowflake. Let’s get you washed up” the younger voice is soft as he speaks to Jimin, and the other smiles at the praise. Jeongguk helps Jimin up, he stands on shaky legs, slick smeared all over his thighs. They shower together, Jimin lets himself be cleaned and dressed. Jeongguk pulls one of his oversized tshirts over his head and another pair of shorts, without the underwear.
When there are in the kitchen, Jimin remembers that he was supposed to be at work today, how could he forget?
“My work, I-I totally forgot. I need to call-“ Jimin started babbling, god, whats wrong with him lately. Before Jeongguk interrupts him.
“I already told your boss that you are not coming back” no he didn’t, at least not yet. There is a long silence that follows as Jimin processes the information.
“What? Are you out of your mind?” the older looks up at him, confusion written all over his face. He loved the job he didn’t want to quit.
“Me?” Jeongguk asks as he points at his own chest and then laughs in disbelief “Are you even aware of what you smell like?” After that sentence leaves his mouth, Jimin freezes, eyes wide, that didn’t even cross his mind. Did his scent change? He can’t tell.
“You smell like a bitch in heat” Jeongguk spits out. “Do you know what others would do with someone like you, you will get fucked in some dirty alleyway the moment someone smells you. Go on, I am not stopping you, but if you leave and some stranger gets his hands on you don’t come crying back to me”.
By the time he finishes, Jimin has tears streaming down his cheeks, with his head bowed down. Jeongguk turns around and heads to the kitchen when he hears a heart wrenching sob behind him followed by the sound of bare feet hitting the tiles before Jimins light weight crashes against his back, two small arms wrapping around his middle.
“I am sorry” he sobs again, “I didn’t mean it like that, don’t be mad please, I-I will stay”. Jimin doesn’t care anymore, he would die if Jeongguk left him, screw the job, he can live without it. He isn’t sure if he would be able to go back to work anyways, he still doesn’t feel like his own self.
Jeongguk lets the matter go as soon as Jimin promises that he will listen to him and stops being difficult because he just wants the best for him.
Jimin is napping in his room, when his own body wakes him up. He lets out a despaired whimper when he feels the wetness between his cheeks, the feeling of emptiness itching his insides once again. He gets up and almost stumbles over his own two feet as he makes his way to the living room where he finds Jeongguk working behind his laptop. He lifts his head up, looking Jimin up and down, his scent his heavy again. He knew what was bothering Jimin, the poor thing most likely thinks that Jeongguk can take the itch away, and he can, for a short while but it will always come back. The more he fucks him, the more depended will Jimins body become, and his mind will follow, reducing him into nothing but his personal brainless cocksleeve.
Jimin looks at him with pleading eyes, and the younger sighs before he sets the notebook aside and walks over to him. They walk to his bedroom and Jimin sheepishly looks up at him.
“Show me what’s bothering you” Jeongguk smirks, the olders face goes bright red.
“You know already..” he answers, voice quite, when the younger doesn’t show any signs of backing down from his request he slowly pushes his shorts down, letting them pool around his ankles. The oversized tshirt is long enough to cover him up.
Jeongguk motions for him to turn around, so he does, swallowing down his shame, Jimin pulls the shirt over the curve off his ass, pulling his ass cheek to the side, exposing himself to the youngers hungry gaze. Pride long forgotten.
There is a slick dribbling out of his entrance, sliding down his ball sack and down his inner thighs. Jeongguk can’t get enough of the sight in front of him.
“Get on your hands and knees, want you to present yourself for me”
Jimin lets the shirt to slide down till his mid thighs again and he stands before the bed sending Jeongguk a nervous glance. With burning shame, he crawls higher up the bed on his knees and hands. The younger comes closer to him and presses his palm between Jimins shoulder blades, pushing him down.
“I will teach you how to present properly, lie on your chest” Jimin lets himself be pushed down, his chest touching the soft sheets.
“Spread your knees wider” he does as he is told, his cheek pressed against the mattress as he arches his back. His arms straightened out along the length of his body, his tshirt sliding up his back.
“Perfect” Jeongguk whispers as he runs his palms over Jimin lower back down to his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He brushes his fingers over the wet hole, it flutters desperately, clenching around nothing. Jimin whines, slowly becoming delirious, his main focus in on the ache in his lower tummy and on the emptiness he feels.
The younger pushes inside two fingers at once with a loud squelch, Jimin flinches a little but stays still, delighted to finally have something inside of him. Jeongguk pushes them deep to the knuckles adding the third one right away, stretching him open. Jimins body became extra sensitive, he is hard already and Jeongguks touches are sending his body into an overdrive. Jimin starts making the prettiest little sounds as he rocks himself back onto the youngers hand. Jeongguk pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock, it’s a blatant show of dominance, having Jimin almost completely naked while he stays fully dressed.
He drags his cock between Jimins ass cheeks and over his dripping hole, the head of his cock catching onto Jimin rim in the process making him whimper. But the younger pays it no mind as he grabs his cheeks and pushes them together, creating a tight fit, the flesh of Jimins ass spilling between his fingers as he slowly humps between them. The older pushes his hips back once more as he wiggles from side to side, impatient. Jeongguk just chuckles.
“Want my cock that bad? Ask for it” he teases, watching as Jimins slick drips down onto the mattress beneath him.
“Want…want your cock, please” his cheek is squished against the sheets as he speaks, dawning out the ‘please’.
The younger doesn’t wait a second, he lets Jimins ass cheeks bounce back into place and pushes the tip against his hole, slowly breaching past the tight ring of muscle. Jimin fists the sheets in his small hands, breathing through the temporary pain. Jeongguk is slowly stuffing him full, stretching him open over his thick cock. Jimin cries out, doesn’t know if its from pain or relieve when the younger sets himself fully inside of Jimins small body, his balls hitting the back of Jimins slick smeared thighs.
He pulls back out and pushes himself back in even deeper than before, watching as Jimins greedy hole sucks him in. Finally, he has Jimin where he always wanted him, right under him. He starts brutally pounding into him, pushing the smaller one down with a hand on his back, other one holding his hip in place. Breathless ‘ah-ah-ah’s are leaving Jimins lips as he is being rocked up and down Jeongguks cock like a rag doll. His sore nipples are slowly getting rubbed raw against the sheets.
“What a dump slut” he spats out, giving Jimin especially hard thrust, and his knees would otherwise give out was it not for Jeongguk holding his hips up.
Jimins throat is sore and his vison is all blurry, he feels full to the brim. He is incoherent, unable to say any words in his defense. His cock is hard between his legs but he can’t muster the strength to touch himself when his body is being violently jolted around. Suddenly Jeongguk takes a hold of both of his thin wrists and pulls him up. Jimin sobs from pleasure, the new angle hits his sweet spot more intensely. The younger presses his front against Jimins back, now holding him around the shoulders from the front. Jimin makes pretty little sounds as he is getting fucked. His head resting on Jeongguks shoulder, his mouth open wide, drool gathering at the corner of his chin, mixing with his salty tears.
“You gonna take my knot like a good whore, am I right?” the younger grunts in his ear making Jimin shiver as he desperately nods his head.
“Y-yes”
“You are staying with me forever” Jimins hand goes up to hold onto the youngers forearm that’s keeping him in place, his hard cock bouncing against his stomach with every thrust as slick is continuously sliding down his thighs “going to make you mine personal cum dumb”. Jeongguk grunts, holding Jimin tighter. His body made that decision long before Jimins mind did. He could feel Jeongguks knot starting to form. He isn’t sure that the sound that he is making even belong to him.
“Look at you, your only purpose is to keep my cock warm” Jeongguk lets go of Jimin letting him fall back onto his chest as he presses him down to the bed.
“Tell me-“ he grunts, fucking the older one brutally, the wet sounds echoing obscenely around the room “tell me what you are, wanna hear you say it”
Jimin cries out every time that the half formed knot passes through his painfully stretched out rim.
He sobs, barely able to make a sentence “Am- am yours, your s-slut, want to take-ah your cock forever”.
Jeongguk presses his bodyweight down onto him, and his knot passes through Jimins abused rim. The smaller one screams from the stretch, sobbing uncontrollably, as he is stretched over his limits. Jimins cock rubs over the sheets and that all it takes for him to reach his peak as he cums.
Jeongguks shushes him, brushing his tears away. He ruts against the plush of his ass and starts to cum. Jimin goes lax when he feels the warm from the inside, filling him up. Thats all that matters. They are both panting, sweaty bodies glued together as Jeongguk turns them to the side, trying his best not to tug on his knot too much. Jimin passes out almost instantly too exhausted to hold himself awake.
Jeongguk naps beside him, holding Jimin close and pulls out when his knot goes down, looking at Jimins ruined entrance, all sloppy, dripping with his own slick and Jeongguks cum. He goes back to work and leaves Jimin to sleep.
Jimin forgets about everything else, accepting his new purpose, which means staying here with Jeongguk forever. The days pass in a blur for him the only thing he cares about is getting filled up and spreading his legs for Jeongguk whenever he wants. He stops wearing his underwear, only going around the house with an oversized tshirt, always accessible for the younger to slide right in and use him however he wants. Jimin is getting fucked dumb almost everyday. He isn’t complaining and takes it all like a good boy, that’s the only thing he is good for after all, right?
At the end, Jeongguk always knows what’s best for him.