here kitty, kitty

by babyslutjimin

Summary:

jimin should have known better than to go snooping. and he certainly should have known that even little kitties can get stuck in a wall and be used and abused.

Notes:

• For peachyeoja.

[inserts x-ray shot of cum sloshing into jimin’s womb here]

big thank you to my friends for looking over this monstrosity at varying lengths. obviously don't read this if you're uncomfortable with any of the tags. this does have a happy ending.

Of all the predicaments Jimin could have found himself in, this particular one is beyond mortifying.
 
He’s stuck.
 
No matter how much he twists and wiggles, he can’t seem to worm his way through the hole in the fence. He’s so used to slipping through small cracks and crevices that he hadn’t even paused to consider if he could squeeze through the hole. He’d found it along the brick perimeter that separated the posh apartment building Jimin lives in from the grungy park he often sees strays playing in.
 
This never would have happened if he hadn’t taken a different route this morning.

 
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Normally, Jimin just jumps onto the wall near his master’s apartment. The jump from his bedroom window to the wall isn’t too bad but today, their next-door neighbor is sitting out on her balcony. Jimin can’t risk being seen by her and having her tell his master what Jimin gets up to when he’s not around. He’ll have to go another way. This isn’t much of a problem since Jimin often slips out through the front door when he can’t make it out through his bedroom window. The fire escape window is easy to jimmy open and Jimin crawls through the opening and leaves through the back of the apartment.
 
Jimin is strictly forbidden from leaving the apartment without his master but he gets bored just lazing in the sun all day and there’s never anyone to play with. He’s taken to sneaking out whenever his master isn’t home to explore the neighborhood and enjoy some fresh air.
 
As he sneaks past a security guard, Jimin slips through the back gate meant for the garbage trucks to get into the building. He does a good job keeping to the shadows, careful about being caught or seen, as he makes it over to the park. There are enough trees and bushes for Jimin to use as hiding spots as he makes his way over to the grimier looking apartments.
 
What Jimin’s learned from his adventures is that not all hybrids are as lucky as he is. The park that Jimin’s master absolutely hates and never lets Jimin explore separates his master’s nice apartment from a much dodgier part of their neighbourhood.
 
Usually, Jimin tries not to wander too far past the buildings that line the other side of the park. Except today.
 
Today, Jimin goes farther than he’s ever gone before.
 
Jimin’s always liked watching the strays go about their day; sometimes they fought over food or territory, and other times, Jimin’s caught them in much more compromising positions. He always makes sure to get high up to hide away from their eyes, a voyeur of sorts.
 
He manages to climb up a wall using the window sills as jumping points, stopping only when he reaches the roof. He can hear the strays before he sees them, the two of them out in the open as they lazily fuck, his own cunt throbbing at the sight of them. Both are dog hybrids by the looks of it, but one has submitted quite easily to the other, face in the dirt as he’s mounted.
 
Jimin’s eyes widen as he watches, heartbeat racing in his chest. He’s only ever heard about what dog hybrids can do, how their cocks inflate at the base and form a knot to pump an endless amount of seed into you. The thought sends a flare of arousal burning through him.
 
But Jimin’s attention is quickly lost when he smells a familiar musky dog hybrid’s scent. He scrambles over to the other side of the roof, ears straining to pick up on his movements. Jimin spots him walking through an alley a little ways off, his big, broad form visible even from several feet away. He’s spotted the hybrid before but usually only from afar, his pretty voice travelling up to the balconies and rooftops Jimin usually hides on top of. He’d heard the other strays call him Jungkook with a sort of reluctant deference Jimin held for only his master.
 
Jungkook has a rough look to him, his hair shaved along the sides but still long where he grew it out. It lent him a menacing sort of energy that Jimin had only sensed from studs he’d seen at hybrid shows. Jimin wonders if Jungkook is a stud; if maybe he’d breed Jimin like a bitch in heat, too.
 
The sight of him always makes Jimin’s legs squeeze together, heart pounding in his chest as his mouth waters. The sensations always leave Jimin a little squirmy, uncertain in his own skin, but he finds he can’t ever look away.
 
He follows along after Jungkook as he leaps between buildings, eager to see where he’s off to. There’s purpose to his stride, his tail hidden under his black jacket. Jimin knows he has quite a short tail, nothing like Jimin’s bushy, full tail. But then, Jimin is a purebred Ragdoll, his master’s prized possession and meant to be shown off.
 
Jimin’s quite sure Jungkook’s a Doberman.
 
As he follows after Jungkook, he realizes he’s ventured much farther into the neighborhood than he intended. Jungkook doesn’t seem to know he’s being followed, and Jimin’s never been more thankful for his cat hybrid stealth and agility. This part of town is mostly isolated, the buildings largely abandoned and serving as temporary homes for homeless strays. Jimin didn’t envy them.
 
Jungkook finally seems to stop when he gets to a rundown road, joined now by three other hybrids. Jimin’s seen them all before and they greet Jungkook with familiarity.
 
“Where is he?” Jungkook asks one of them who nods in the direction of a dilapidated building. The four of them all head toward it and Jimin furrows his brows together. He can’t follow them inside. The windows are boarded up but Jimin can’t jump onto any ledges.
 
There’s loud shouting from inside and Jimin’s curiosity only grows, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip as he contemplates climbing down to see what’s going on. In the end, his curiosity wins when someone howls, Jimin’s ears twitching as a little shiver of apprehension runs down his spine.
 
He jumps down from the rooftop he’s hiding on, sneaking over to a window that’s been broken, the wooden planks used to board it up beginning to rot. There’s just enough space for Jimin to watch what’s going on inside. He looks around, the road empty of life save for him.
 
Jimin swallows as he gets up on his tippy toes to look inside but it’s not enough. Glancing down the side of the building, he spots a couple of bags of garbage. He doesn’t know what’s in them, but he drags one over to use as a makeshift stool before climbing on top. Whatever’s in the bag is sturdy enough to hold his weight as Jimin finally peers through the window.
 
His breath catches as the sight of Jungkook fighting with some unknown hybrid greets him. It has to be a newcomer or someone trying to encroach on their territory. His eyes widen as Jungkook blocks a kick from the hybrid and grabs his leg, leaving him off balance as Jungkook lands punch after punch in the hybrid’s side. He levels the attack off with a head butt, sending the unknown hybrid toppling over backwards.
 
Behind Jungkook there are already two other bodies lying on the floor of the building, the rest of the strays who’d walked in with Jungkook standing over them.
 
Jungkook doesn’t wait for the hybrid to gain his bearings, falling on top of him and raining a storm of punches against his head. The fight is unmatched, Jungkook’s years living as a street dog coming in handy. He’s unrelenting, stopping only when one of the hybrids who’s come in with Jungkook tells him to.
 
“Come on Jungkook, you don’t gotta kill him,” the hybrid says as another hybrid, some kind of cat, steps forward to start tugging Jungkook off the prone body.
 
“I better not see your fucking face around here, you got it!?” Jungkook snarls at the defeated hybrid, legs still kicking out as he’s dragged off. Jungkook goes pretty willingly, ripping out of the cat hybrid’s hold as he huffs and puffs, furious. There’s blood on his knuckles and Jimin thinks he can see blood dripping from his mouth, too.
 
The other hybrid’s still lying on the ground and Jimin wonders if he’s even conscious.
 
Jimin shifts just a little, trying to see through the window a little more but the move costs him, the bag under him tearing as he missteps. Suddenly, the alley is filled with the sound of the contents of the bag clattering to the ground and Jimin yelps, hand clamping over his mouth too late.
 
He’s spotted immediately, four heads whipping in the direction of the window.
 
Jimin doesn’t waste a second before he’s zipping down the alley and disappearing between two shitty apartments, the sound of the strays hot on his heels. They’re growling and howling, fear clutching Jimin’s chest as he finds a fire escape to climb. It takes him seconds, and he’s not sure if the strays spot him.
 
Jimin doesn’t pause to check, knows he won’t make it back home in time — or at all — if he gives them even a split second to catch up.
 
He has to run.
 
He scrambles across the roof of the apartment, jumping onto the next building, calves beginning to ache as he pushes himself.
 
Behind him, Jimin can hear the shouting and he thinks they’ve realized he’s using the roofs to get away from them but with a clear view of the neighborhood, Jimin makes quick work of getting back to the park. His lungs burn as he pushes himself, calves beginning to ache, terrified of being caught.
 
Jimin doesn’t know how to fight and after what he’d seen, he doesn’t think the strays will take very kindly to him spying on them.
 
By the time Jimin spots the park, he’s positive he’s lost the strays, and his steps begin to slow down. Jimin hops back down to the ground using a few window ledges and walks the rest of the way back to the wall. He’s too worried about the neighbor still being out on her balcony to try sneaking back in his usual way. Besides, he’s too far out from where he’d have climbed the wall to get to his apartment anyways.
 
He needs to get over as soon as possible and it’s as he’s walking that he spots the gaping hole, eyes widening in relief. There’s a cluster of trees in the way but Jimin can spot the grey stone slabs that line the outside of his apartment building. Someone must have made the hole to slip through, probably a stray.
 
Rushing over, Jimin hardly thinks before he’s attempting to squeeze through only for him to make it about halfway and get caught. Jimin squirms, hips wiggling as he tries to push through, but he doesn’t budge, his tail scraping against the rough edge of the brick.
 
A swell of panic courses through him as he realizes he’s stuck, heart hammering loudly in his chest.
 
With a frantic urgency, Jimin kicks his legs in the air behind him to try and gain some momentum to help him through but it doesn’t feel like he’s even moved an inch. There’s no one around to call for help either; none of the people who lived at the apartment had any reason to walk along the perimeter of the building. And to security, he’d likely just look like a stray trying to sneak in.
 
Tears sting at Jimin’s eyes as he does his best not to cry, a sob wobbling on his lips.
 
This is what he gets for snooping around where he didn’t belong! His belly’s beginning to hurt where he’s lying on the bricks, hard stone digging in mercilessly. Jimin lets out a panicked yowl, tries to worm through the hole again, hands pushing against the brick but it’s beginning to hurt his tail the more he tries.
 
With a frustrated mewl, Jimin gives up, body slumping. Maybe he could try getting out and just crossing the wall from somewhere else. He’s going to be in so much trouble if his master finds out what he’s been up to!
 
Jimin sucks his tummy in as much as he can before trying to go back the way he came in, feet planting against the brick to give him some leverage. He doesn’t budge.
 
Before Jimin can try again, he hears the sound of footsteps. They’re deliberate, like the person coming wants Jimin to know they’re here. His head swivels around him but whoever it is isn’t on his side of the wall, they’re behind him.
 
“Hello?” Jimin exclaims, relief rushing through him. Surely this person would see him and help. Except the stranger doesn’t respond and Jimin can’t even pick up on a scent to see if they’re human or a hybrid. The wall between them is blocking everything.
 
He lets out a little growl of frustration, tail swishing in the air behind him in agitation.
 
“H-hello?” Jimin tries again, tentatively. He’s about to ask the stranger for help when the steps stop. The relief Jimin had been feeling darkens into something fearful, his heartbeat picking up.
 
“What do we have here?”
 
Jimin’s heart stops.
 
He knows who the voice belongs to.
 
“Did the rude little kitty get stuck?” Jungkook asks, his tone carrying the same sinister edge he’d heard earlier. Jimin’s gut clenches, a whine escaping him as he tries again to pull through the hole. “And after you did such a good job running away, too.”
 
Jimin lets out a terrified squeak when he feels Jungkook’s large palm smooth over his thigh before digging his fingers into the fat. Suddenly, he’s being gripped by both thighs, Jungkook slotting himself between Jimin’s spread legs. He presses right up against Jimin’s ass, a laugh escaping him.
 
“You’ve certainly gotten yourself into a bit of a mess, haven’t you kitty?” Jungkook taunts, rolling his hips up against Jimin’s cunt.
 
Jimin stills immediately, his voice catching in his throat. No no no!
 
He can feel the thick outline of Jungkook’s cock, body betraying him as his cunt clenches, aching to be filled.
 
Hands knead his ass through the thin material of his pants, Jungkook’s fingers digging into the fat easily because of the easy give of the material. They were his master’s; Jimin had stolen them because he liked them so very much.
 
“W-what are you doing?” Jimin tries to say it with some bite but his voice comes out trembling, the knowledge of just what’s about to happen sinking in too slow.
 
“You can’t be that dumb,” Jungkook says, amusement evident in his tone. His cock presses up against Jimin a little more insistently. “Although, maybe you are. Only a stupid little kitten would get stuck in a wall, right?”
 
“No!” Jimin lets out a panicked gasp, his hands too far from the ground to touch it. His arms dangle down, body bowed where he hangs from the hole, the wall digging into his abdomen. “Please, please don’t. I’m not — I’m not — ”
 
“Aw, the poor kitty’s too dumb and spoiled to know that begging never works,” Jungkook coos condescendingly. He marks his words with a sharp slap against Jimin’s ass, a rumble running through his chest. “Got yourself such a fuckable ass, kitty.”
 
Jimin cries out at the sting of the spank, eyes welling with tears. “You can’t — You can’t — Please! My master, my master — ”
 
“Do you think I give a fuck about your master?” Jungkook asks, cutting Jimin off as his thumb rubs between Jimin’s ass cheeks. Jimin yelps, attempting to squirm away but Jungkook only laughs, the outline of his cock against Jimin’s pussy hardening with each passing second. Jimin’s face is aflame, helpless to Jungkook’s groping.
 
“Please,” Jimin begs, eyes squeezing shut when Jungkook’s hand wraps around the base of his tail. It’s far too intimate, too invasive, but Jungkook yanks on it, laughs as Jimin’s whole body shivers, tail going rigid in Jungkook’s hold.
 
Jimin can feel the way his pussy slickens, desperately wanting to squeeze his legs together.
 
“Do you want me that bad, kitty?” Jungkook asks, his hand traveling up the length of Jimin’s tail. Despite Jimin’s best efforts, a moan still slips past his lips, the sensation entirely too arousing. His tail’s always been too sensitive and Jungkook can definitely tell, his other hand rubbing at the base. Jimin’s whole body sings at the touch, sparks dancing up his spine as his hands curl into fists. 
 
“You’re making this so easy,” Jungkook tells him, the hand he has brushing Jimin’s fluffy tail returning to his ass. He lets Jimin’s tail go, squeezing Jimin’s ass in both his hands instead. His fingers curl into the waistband of Jimin’s pants, tugging them down and Jimin feels frantic, legs kicking out. “Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you real good.”
 
“No, no, no please!” he cries out, pushing against the wall to get away but Jungkook’s undeterred, Jimin’s pants tugged down over the curve of his ass. The worst part is how wet he feels, his cunt throbbing and dripping, so starved of a fat cock.
 
He hears Jungkook let out a hiss, his thumb rubbing against Jimin’s pussy, the silk panties Jimin’s wearing sticking to the wetness between his folds. His ass clenches, lip caught between his teeth as he holds back a moan.
 
“You wear this for me?” Jungkook hooks a finger under Jimin’s underwear, yanking it up so it digs into his folds, rubbing against his cunt. “Looks like you were hoping you’d get caught. What a slutty fucking kitten.”
 
“No!” Jimin denies, his panic only increasing as tears slip down his cheeks. “I’m — I’m not!”
 
“It’s not good to lie, kitty cat,” Jungkook drawls, his tone uncaring as he rubs at Jimin’s clit. The direct stimulation against the hardened nub is too much, Jimin yelping as his body jolts, tail going rigid. “Maybe if you behave, I’ll even let you feel good.”
 
Jimin’s ears fold back against his head, toes curling in his shoes as Jungkook continues to rub against his clit. The pleasure’s too much, a warbled moan slipping past his lips despite his best attempts to hold back.
 
“Does that feel good, kitten?” Jungkook sneers, the nastiness in his voice making Jimin’s gut clench. “Your master not fucking you good enough?”
 
Jimin’s master never fucks him, too obsessed with keeping Jimin pure and perfect. It’s absolutely awful and even during Jimin’s heats, he’s left to his own devices. His hands always cramping up, clit rubbed raw as he cries out to be bred.
 
On a few occasions, his master has allowed him a partner through a heat, bringing in a king cat hybrid to fuck him and give him the litter his heat muddled brain wants so badly but Jimin’s never allowed to keep his kittens. His pregnancies always left him weak and tired and his master always took his kittens before Jimin could fight back for them.
 
Eventually, he’d started to refuse the help, too heartbroken from losing so many litters. He knows the only reason his master even allowed him to be bred is so he could sell the kittens. They were pets after all; property first, hybrids second.
 
And despite how often Jungkook now features in Jimin’s fantasies, this isn’t how he’d wanted this. Stuck in a wall and utterly helpless.
 
Jimin finds himself crying, overwhelmed with the knowledge of what’s about to happen to him and the worst part is that when Jungkook’s pinches his clit between his fingers, Jimin’s whole body shudders from the pleasure, his pussy only getting wetter and wetter.
 
“Why’re you crying, kitty?” Jungkook asks, the same cruelty in his tone. “Your cunt’s dripping wet for me. Bet you were hoping you’d get raped. You went snooping, hoping some stud would mount you, didn’t you? You slutty kittens always like your cunts broken in.”
 
Jimin can’t even get the no past his lips, muffling his sobs by biting down on his lips. Jungkook’s peeling his panties back, his other hand groping Jimin’s ass before tugging his tail out. The panties are left bunched up along with his pants, Jungkook’s thumb dragging through his wet folds and rubbing down to his clit.
 
Jimin yelps at the direct stimulation, drool slipping past his mouth as Jungkook rubs against his clit on purpose. He’s so dazed by the pleasure, a shiver running up his spine, he doesn’t even realise that Jungkook’s dragged his pants and underwear all the way off. His ass and cunt are left bare and on display, Jungkook slipping right back between his legs.
 
“When I finish fucking you here,” Jungkook tells him, two fingers shoving roughly into his cunt with a loud squelch. The intrusion has Jimin gasping, body going rigid as Jungkook sinks them in down to the knuckle. “I’ll make sure to fill you up here, too.” Jungkook’s thumb probes at Jimin’s asshole and his spine curls upward as the fingers in his cunt push in further. Jungkook’s thumb breaks through the resistance, the sensation odd, and Jimin mewls, ears straining against his head.
 
“Please, please Jungkook,” Jimin pleads, lashes wet with tears. His palms are pressed against the wall, tail wrapping around his hips in comfort.
 
“Oh, the kitty even knows my name?” Jungkook sounds surprised but smug, pleased. “Must have really been hoping I’d mount you then.”
 
“N-no,” Jimin denies, crying and wishing he’d never left the apartment today. “I’m — I’m a good kitten.”
 
“Good kittens don’t go around spreading their legs, kitty,” Jungkook laughs, thumb pushing in even farther. “They don’t present their cunt to anyone walking by.”
 
“I didn’t!” Jimin exclaims, head shaking but his denial is cut short with a loud smack to his ass, the sting burning against Jimin’s skin and leaving him speechless. Jungkook’s removed his fingers from his cunt and ass.
 
“I told you not to lie, bitch,” Jungkook snarls, his hands roughly pulling Jimin’s cheeks apart. He slaps Jimin’s cunt sharply, the sting burning as Jimin yelps, already so strung out. “You think I can’t smell it on you? You’re like a bitch in heat, spraying yourself everywhere. Fucking slut.”
 
Jimin whimpers, fingers curling into his palms, breath shuddering through his chest. He’s so desperate, misses Jungkook’s fingers, cunt clenching around nothing. More drool dribbles from his mouth and lands in a wet patch on the ground, his vision blurry with tears, and then he feels it.
 
Jungkook’s cock.
 
He slides it through Jimin’s folds, cursing under his breath as he drags it along, the tip rubbing over Jimin’s neglected clit. Jimin’s breath hitches, belly clenching as Jungkook drags his length back and forth along Jimin’s cunt, the size of it making Jimin shiver.
 
“You can’t,” Jimin begs again despite how futile it is. He pushes against the wall again, hips wiggling but Jungkook just laughs, cockhead prodding at his entrance. Jimin hates how badly he wants Jungkook to just fuck him, to thrust his length in. His cunt’s dripping wet, begging.
 
“You really are just a stupid little bitch, aren’t you? Dumb slut,” Jungkook laughs, the condescension in his tone sinking into Jimin like a sharp slap. He hates that it, too, feels good. He teases Jimin some more, moaning as he fucks his length against Jimin’s pussy, pushing his cockhead against Jimin’s entrance again and again. 
 
“Poor kitty,” Jungkook says, his voice a little breathy. “Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
 
Jimin doesn’t get any more warning than that before Jungkook’s pushing into him, his cock so thick that Jimin groans, tears slipping down his face. Panic grips him as one of Jungkook’s hands wrap around the base of his tail, yanking on it as his cock slides further into him. Jimin’s voice won’t come out, legs bending so that his thighs are pressed against the cold wall, body curling inward. 
 
Jungkook pauses once his cockhead’s all the way in and stretching Jimin’s cunt out. The burn is worse than when he’d worked four fingers into himself; Jimin’s never taken a cock so fat before.
 
“Fuck,” Jungkook gasps, hand sliding along Jimin’s tail and forcing him to unwrap it from around his waist. “Got such a tight little cunt, kitty. Think I might break you.”
 
“Please,” Jimin sobs, his voice coming out choked off, unsure of what he’s even asking for. He feels frantic, drool dribbling down his chin as his body gives out and curls into itself. His tail wraps around Jungkook’s arm, Jimin’s mind seeking some measure of comfort as Jungkook’s cock pushes in just a little more.
 
“Please what, kitty? You want me to break you?” Jungkook grunts, hands sliding along his skin until they’re gripping Jimin’s waist, fingers digging in painfully. “’Course the slutty kitten wants to get his pussy destroyed.”
 
“N-no,” Jimin denies, eyes so blurred by his tears that he can’t see anything anymore. “I’m — I’m not a s-slut. I’m a — a good kitty.”
 
Jungkook laughs, sharp and mean, cockhead slipping out of Jimin’s cunt and leaving him gaping around nothing. He whines immediately, humiliated by his own desire as Jungkook drags his length along Jimin’s wet cunt again. “God, you really are just so stupid, aren’t you? We’ll see how good your master thinks you are when I’m done with you.”
 
Jimin’s master would be livid if he ever found out that some random stray had fucked him, that Jimin had been touching himself hoping to be fucked by Jungkook one day. His cunt throbs as Jungkook teases him again, cockhead nudging into him just slightly.
 
Despite himself, his hips jerk back, wanting Jungkook’s cock to stretch him out again. He can’t even imagine what it’ll feel like to have the whole thing inside of him, if his body will even be able to handle it.
 
“Look at you,” Jungkook sneers, squeezing Jimin’s ass cheeks and pulling them apart. Jimin’s face burns with humiliation, his holes on display for Jungkook. “Dripping wet and still lying to me. You’re being a very bad kitty.”
 
Jimin’s so tired, the wall digging into his belly painfully now, and his pussy is aching. It feels like his body is burning up, like he’s about to go into heat except his heat is months away. Jungkook’s cockhead just keeps working in and out, winding Jimin up as he bites down on his lip to keep himself from whimpering.
 
“Your cunt’s made a little puddle on the ground, kitty cat,” Jungkook tells him, pulling away from Jimin and pushing one of Jimin’s thighs out. It hurts, muscles burning from the odd angle but Jungkook’s hand trails up his thigh until his fingers are rubbing along his pussy and finding Jimin’s clit. 
 
Jimin moans at the touch, legs spreading wider unconsciously and Jungkook snorts, giving his clit a pinch.
 
Jimin screams, his whole body spasming as Jungkook laughs, fingers dragging through his wet folds. He’s humming to himself as Jimin pants, tears slipping down his face and clit throbbing. Jimin wants to sob but he can’t steady his breathing long enough, Jungkook slapping his cunt harshly. Jimin cries out again, the wet sound drilling through his ears as he whimpers. 
 
“You gonna clean it up later?” Jungkook asks, his cock back against Jimin’s pussy. Jimin can feel it throb against his cunt, breath shuddering in his chest. “What am I saying? Like a spoiled brat like you knows how to clean. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.”
 
All Jungkook’s talking and teasing has Jimin’s guard slipping, his body relaxing as Jungkook’s cockhead prods at his entrance again. 
 
“I’ll be good to you, kitty,” Jungkook says, and really, how could Jimin ever have believed him.
 
In one sharp thrust, Jungkook buries himself into Jimin balls deep. The sudden intrusion knocks the breath right out of him, his cunt speared open on Jungkook’s thick girth. Jimin blinks past his tears, voice quivering in his throat as he tries to suck in a breath but it’s impossible. It feels like he’s been split in two, Jungkook’s cock far too massive for Jimin’s tiny little body. 
 
“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, his pelvis flush with Jimin’s ass. Jimin thinks he can feel Jungkook’s heavy balls against his thighs but it’s so hard to put together a cohesive thought. It’s like Jungkook’s cock has rearranged his insides so completely that Jimin’s lungs don’t even have the space to expand.
 
Drool lands on the ground in a wet puddle, Jimin’s body sagging, ears flat against his head.
 
Jungkook’s cock drags out slowly, Jimin’s walls clenching around him as he tries to suck in a greedy breath. Tears roll down Jimin’s cheeks, his mind beginning to cloud. Jungkook’s cock is just so big.
 
“Your greedy cunt is so tight, kitty,” Jungkook tells him, his voice strained. Jimin manages a pathetic little whine as a response, his tail clutching Jungkook’s arms tighter, the feeling of fullness so overwhelming he doesn’t think he could speak even if he knew what to say. “You like my cock that much whore?”
 
Jimin’s face burns with humiliation, Jungkook’s cock finally stilling. The tip’s still inside of Jimin, girth spreading Jimin’s cunt wide open and the stretch burns in an achingly good way. Jimin should be ashamed of himself but instead he just wants Jungkook to thrust back inside of him. 
 
Jimin squeezes around Jungkook’s tip, pussy clenching and Jungkook laughs, at once surprised and nasty. “Fuck, kitty, you wanna be raped that bad? Slutty little bitch, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you so good.”
 
Jungkook fucks right back into him, groaning into it as Jimin pants, scrambling to breathe as Jungkook’s cock splits him open again. He pauses once he’s buried inside of Jimin, hips rolling and Jimin whimpers, hanging in the wall helplessly.
 
“Should have fucked kitty pussy sooner,” Jungkook breathes, fingers gripping the meat of Jimin’s hips. Jimin whines, tail stiff as it clings to Jungkook. “All you sluts this tight? Or is it just you, kitty?”
 
“P-please,” Jimin cries, vision growing hazy as Jungkook draws back and fucks into him again, just as sharp as the first time. Jimin’s cunt throbs around him, desperately sucking Jungkook in and he just can’t help it. It feels so impossibly good. “’S t-too big. O-oh!”
 
“Your cunt doesn’t wanna let me go, kitty,” Jungkook grunts, thrusting into Jimin a little faster. His grip on Jimin’s hips is the only thing grounding Jimin right now, his mind ready to float right off as he’s fucked full. “No wonder you wanted to get fucked so bad. Your poor little pussy’s been so neglected hasn’t it? What a waste of a ripe cunt.”
 
“Unh,” Jimin moans, can barely keep his eyes open as Jungkook’s thrusting speeds up. He doesn’t know how Jungkook can fuck so fast, balls slapping against Jimin’s skin on every thrust in. The obscene squelch of Jimin’s pussy follows after every slap like an echo.
 
Jimin’s tongue is nearly lolling out of his mouth, Jungkook fucking into him at an almost brutal pace. Every time he thrusts into Jimin, Jimin’s body jerks forward uselessly, the wall scraping against him through his clothes. His stomach hurts, cunt burning from Jungkook’s fat cock even as the pleasure builds and clouds his mind.
 
“S-slower,” Jimin gasps, fingertips just scraping the ground as he tries to steady himself. Jungkook only seems to fuck him faster, hips snapping into Jimin so hard Jimin’s left hiccuping out little whines. “Ah — ah — ah! ’S t-too — ah — much, J-Jungkook!”
 
“It’s too much?” Jungkook sneers, his hands curling around Jimin’s thighs to hold him open and use him as leverage as he fucks him. “What’re you talking about cocksleeve? Your pussy’s swallowing me up like it’s never had a cock before. Just keeps — shit — sucking me in.”
 
“Hnng — N-no — ” Jimin stutters, Jungkook’s cock slowly eroding all sense from him. 
 
“No?” Jungkook laughs, the condescension burning through Jimin like liquid fire. “You should look at yourself, dripping all over me. Your tight little cunt loves my cock.”
 
Jimin manages a pathetic yowl, uncaring if anyone saw him like this. Pleasure sings through his body, thrumming in tandem with Jungkook’s relentless thrusts. He can feel the drool dribbling down his chin, landing in a puddle on the ground but Jimin can’t think straight. 
 
“Can’t even talk huh, kitty?” Jungkook grunts, slamming his cock into Jimin so hard that the last of Jimin’s defenses go right with it. “Does it feel that good to be bred like a little bitch?”
 
Jimin whines, eyes half lidded. He only knows the feel of Jungkook’s cock spearing him open over and over and over again. He’s never felt so full before.
 
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, the wet squelch of Jimin’s pussy ringing louder and louder as Jungkook fucks him. Jimin’s so blissed out he doesn’t realise Jungkook’s cock is swelling inside of him, thickening and stretching Jimin open even wider, until Jungkook’s hips stutter to push all the way in. “Gonna fucking ruin you, kitty. You’ll never — never be satisfied with another cock but mine.”
 
Jimin lets out a garbled moan, toes curling in his shoes as the intensity of the pleasure builds higher, heat ebbing from his core outward. His walls clench around Jungkook’s cock, and Jimin can feel every inch of it drag through his cunt. He doesn’t know how he hasn’t broken apart. Jimin thinks he can feel Jungkook’s cock all the way in his belly, like being trapped in the wall has somehow made him even tighter. After all, there’s only so much room inside of him.
 
By the time Jungkook’s done with him, Jimin’s not sure any other cock will ever be enough for him either.
 
“Fuck fuck fuck!” Jungkook groans, his longer strokes shortening as he grinds his entire length into Jimin. It’s almost painful, Jungkook’s cock too big for Jimin to take in but Jimin’s mind is so clouded, the burn from being full leaving him a drooling mess. “Look at your slutty cunt taking me in, kitty. Never fucked such a greedy pussy before. Gonna stuff you fucking full, breed you like a little bitch.” 
 
Somewhere through the haze Jimin pieces it together. Jungkook’s knot is forming.
 
He’s never taken a knot before.
 
The base of Jungkook’s cock swells and swells, Jimin’s chest tightening as his pussy is stretched out even further by the growing knot. He can’t breathe, the obscene sound of Jungkook fucking him still ringing in his ears. His tail clings to Jungkook’s arm and he screams when Jungkook grabs the base of it and pulls Jimin plush against his pelvis. His other hand is still gripping Jimin’s thigh and Jimin wants so desperately to touch his clit, to come.
 
Jimin’s mindless with pleasure, spine arching up as the pressure grows inside of him. It feels weird, Jungkook’s cock reaching so deep inside of him and stretching his walls out further and further. The sensation is almost too much, Jimin’s hands clutching at his chest as the pressure builds.
 
It’s a different kind of burn, feels almost like Jimin is going to pee and he panics, gasping. “S-stop! Jun-Jungkook, n-no — p-please! Stop!”
 
Jungkook laughs, his knot swelling, pushing against Jimin’s walls in such an intensely good way that it nearly blindsides him. “You don’t want me to stop. Dumb slut like you is just made to be fucked, keep my cock warm. And don’t you worry, I’m gonna breed your little cunt nice and good, fuck you full of my pups.”
 
Jimin’s not even sure he can have Jungkook’s pups but the thought sends an electric thrill through him. He’s so far gone that he doesn’t even care about what his master will think, how he’ll be so furious.
 
Jimin attempts to say Jungkook’s name, to tell him how he thinks he’s going to pee himself but instead his pussy just grips Jungkook’s knot that much tighter, body thrumming with arousal. It burns hotter and hotter, Jimin’s moans gurgling out of him, his ears pressed flat against his head as he drools out Jungkook’s name.
 
“You like that don’t you slut?” Jungkook growls, hips grinding in little circles into Jimin, so close to his own release. Jimin can feel it in the way his cock throbs inside of Jimin’s cunt, thick and long and so so hot. “You like being bred, like having your pussy fucked loose and sloppy? Nasty little kitty. What’re you — what’re you gonna tell your master when you’re wobbling around uselessly with my litter?”
 
Jimin’s vision is blurred with his tears, moans broken apart into incoherent nonsense. He wants to come so bad, feels delirious and desperate as Jungkook’s grinds into him without remorse. He really does feel like Jungkook’s broken him in, like he’ll never be satisfied with a cock that isn’t Jungkook’s ever again.
 
“That’s right, kitty,” Jungkook breathes, his voice raspy, “take my knot like the good little bitch you are. Gonna breed you until you can’t walk kitten, fuck you so good.”
 
It’s too much, the tension building inside of Jimin finally snapping in one clean break. Jimin’s whole body spasms, back arching as his orgasm hits him with such a force everything goes blank. His cunt pulses, wave after wave of pleasure washing through him as the feeling of pressure inside of him bursts. 
 
He can’t hold back the intense burn that feels like he needs to pee and squirts all over Jungkook’s knot and cock. Jungkook laughs in surprise, smug, as Jimin squirts over and over as Jungkook fucks him short and sweet. Jimin can feel his juices trickling down his legs as Jungkook curses, grip bruisingly tight on Jimin’s thigh and tail. Jimin just twitches, knows he’s squeezing around Jungkook’s cock with a vice grip and it’s seconds later that Jungkook is moaning, his knot throbbing as it finally stops growing inside of him. 
 
The first rush of cum sloshes inside of Jimin with a heat that spreads right through him. Jimin moans in sync with Jungkook, drool trickling down his chin as the hybrid grunts. He snaps his hips forward once more, the vulgar squelch drowned out by Jimin’s panting.
 
Jimin can feel the cum pour into his womb relentlessly, a seemingly never ending flood.
 
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, the word dragged out as he pumps more cum into Jimin’s needy cunt. With each new wave, Jimin feels fuller and fuller, body straining to hold all of it in. Jimin’s crying, body trembling as his own orgasm pulses through him, weaker and weaker. Jimin can feel Jungkook’s cock twitch, his cum sloshing inside of him until he’s fit to burst.
 
Jimin groans, body dangling between the wall, the energy completely drained out of him. Jungkook’s hips grind into him, his breathing still heavy as he fills Jimin up.
 
“You like that, kitty?” Jungkook breathes out, hand smoothing down the length of Jimin’s tail. Jimin’s body twitches at the stimulation. “Your cunt feel better now that it’s been all used up?”
 
Jimin blinks, heartbeat slowing down, so dazed and blissed out his brain is barely registering Jungkook’s words.
 
Jungkook snorts, tugging on Jimin’s tail again. “‘Course it does, you squirted all over my cock like a little slut.” Jungkook laughs, a condescending sound. “Did you come that hard getting raped, kitty?”

Jimin would whine in embarrassment but he doesn’t feel ashamed, he doesn’t feel anything but the intense pleasure pulsing through him. His mind’s gone numb.
 
“You think your master’s gonna keep you when he finds out you let some street dog breed you?” Jungkook continues, cum beginning to ooze past his knot and drip down Jimin’s lips and thighs. Jimin can’t breathe. “How mad will he be? How disappointed? His little kitty’s such a desperate slut, spreading his legs so eagerly and letting any mutt sniff his pussy out, huh?”
 
Jungkook’s fingers are rubbing against Jimin’s folds, pressing right up against his own cock where it’s buried inside of Jimin. When he prods a finger in to stretch past Jimin’s entrance, Jimin doesn’t even have it in him to gasp, bodily flinching at the intrusion.
 
“I told you I’d fuck you good,” Jungkook says, finger pushing in further and stretching past Jimin’s folds. He whines, but the added stretch is nothing compared to the way Jungkook’s cock and knot are so big and full inside him. “Got your pretty little cunt all loose and sloppy, kitty.”
 
The finger pulls out, trailing up to Jimin’s asshole, the wet drag up smearing cum and slick as Jungkook finally prods at Jimin’s asshole. “Can’t leave this hole empty, now can we, kitty? I did promise to fill up all your holes.”
 
Jimin doesn’t even have it in him to say no, to tell Jungkook to stop.
 
He only clenches around Jungkook harder, groaning as Jungkook’s finger pushes past his rim, sinking into him slowly. It’s not wet enough, something Jungkook remedies by spreading Jimin’s cheeks apart and spitting into his asshole. Jimin’s toes curl in his shoes, Jungkook scooping up the slick and cum dribbling down his thighs to use as lube for his ass.
 
“You ever had this hole used kitten?” Jungkook asks, sinking his finger right back into Jimin as his cock twitches inside of him. He’s not pouring cum into Jimin anymore but Jimin’s so full he can’t think straight. 
 
To his humiliation, he shakes his head as if Jungkook can see, his ears flattening against his head as his tail winds around his waist. He can feel the way his belly is swollen from Jungkook’s cum, cheeks heating up. Suddenly, Jimin is all too aware of the fact that he’s stuck in a wall and anyone could have seen him like this.
 
He looks around, still finding the alleyway quite empty and with the sun setting, it’s darker too. Jimin wonders if someone’s watched the whole thing from their window, if they’ve seen him getting raped, if they know he liked it.
 
Shame burns hotly through him and he wishes he could just curl up into a ball but Jungkook’s hissing behind him, his knot jostling inside of Jimin and pulling a whimpering cry out of him.
 
“God, you that desperate for my cum bitch?” Jungkook snarls, his hand slapping Jimin’s ass with a vicious strike. Jimin’s whole body jolts, eyes widening as the pain sinks into him. He sobs, feels like he’s floating and sinking all at the same time. “Don’t fucking move!”
 
Jimin’s left sniffling as he tries to hold in his cries, Jungkook’s finger working him open, the slide easier and easier. There’s no fight left in him, little cries and moans falling past his lips as Jungkook works him open. At some point he adds a second finger, the stretch burning. It’s such an unusual feeling, almost uncomfortable, but Jimin’s brain can’t seem to handle being split open on Jungkook’s cock and having Jungkook’s fingers work his asshole open at the same time.
 
He can barely keep his eyes open, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he hangs from the wall defeated.
 
“What happened, kitty?” Jungkook asks, suddenly tugging his knot back. It’s still too big to pull out, Jimin’s cunt gripping him. “Did you like it that much? Hmm?”
 
Jimin can make out the puddle of drool on the asphalt beneath him, tears drying against his cheeks even as new ones well up in his eyes. He can taste the snot on his lips, too.
 
Somewhere inside of him he knows he should be ashamed, knows that his cunt still shouldn’t be throbbing, sore and burning as it is from coming so hard. But it’s getting harder and harder to think. A whine is all he manages and Jungkook laughs.
 
“Come on, kitty. I asked you something,” Jungkook says, his tone searing. “Fucking can’t even talk can you, you dumb slut?”
 
And of course Jimin can’t. Not with Jungkook squeezing in a third finger, spitting right against Jimin’s hole again. Jimin can’t comprehend how Jungkook’s cock is going to fit.
 
The thought sends electricity running through him, mouth watering as he imagines it. All the cum Jungkook’s already poured into him...How will it stay inside? Jimin’s heartbeat picks up, the thought nearly sending him into a panic.
 
But Jungkook doesn’t leave any space inside of Jimin’s mind for anything but himself. He’s pulled all three fingers out, wetting his hand on the cum and slick covering Jimin’s thighs before he thrusts all three fingers right back in. Jimin whines, body rocking back and forth from the force of Jungkook’s fingerfucking. The wet squelch echoes back to him as Jungkook’s hand slaps against his ass with every thrust in.
 
He knows he must look like a mess, knows he definitely sounds like one as his voice hiccups over his moans, broken apart every time Jungkook decides to thrust into him especially hard.
 
What he doesn’t expect is for Jungkook to slip his hand down to his clit, fingers finding the sensitive nub and pinching it. Jimin yelps, eyes shooting open as Jungkook’s fingers work over his clit in tandem with the three fucking into Jimin.
 
“N-no,” Jimin croaks out, still far too sensitive. He squirms, tears welling up in his eyes even quicker as Jungkook ignores him.
 
“Shouldn’t you be saying thank you, kitty?” Jungkook breathes out, his fingers rubbing over Jimin’s clit in a rough up and down motion. Jimin’s whole body feels like it’s on fire, wanting so desperately to get away from the touch as he struggles to pull away. Jungkook only laughs, the same cruel tone. “You’re the one who came so hard without even asking.”
 
“Please,” Jimin begs, wishing he could just twist away but Jungkook’s knot has him locked in place even if he could get out of the wall. The pressure builds, Jimin blinking through tears as his body sings with painful pleasure.
 
Jungkook just rolls his hips, somehow pushing into Jimin even further. He’s relentless, fingers thrusting into Jimin’s asshole as he abuses Jimin’s clit and Jimin can’t breathe, tail tightening around himself as much as it can.
 
“You’re gonna come, kitty,” Jungkook demands nastily, the pleasure building and building until Jimin’s chest tightens along with his gut. “Sluts do as they’re told.” 
 
Jimin’s body seems to tense up to the point of breaking before it floods through him, voice cracking on Jungkook’s name as he convulses, his orgasm pulsing through him with such an intensity his mind blanks out.
 
The world disappears into nothing, Jungkook’s fingers slowing down but every time they work over Jimin’s clit he wants to sob, the overstimulation numbing. Jimin’s body won’t respond, and he can’t seem to get his voice out, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his tongue lolls out.
 
He’s so fucked out, he doesn’t realise what Jungkook’s doing until his arms hit the wall. Jungkook’s pulling him out, inch by slow inch, Jimin still caught on his knot. Confusion floods through him, but Jungkook slowly tugs him right through the hole in the wall. His heart seizes in his chest as Jungkook hoists him up easily. Jimin’s back hits a sturdy chest, Jungkook’s hands gripping him by the thighs as he holds him up. 
 
Teeth dig into Jimin’s earlobe and he shivers, shoulder hiking up to protect his neck but Jungkook bounces him up into the air, hissing when his knot keeps him tightly inside of Jimin’s abused cunt. Jimin yelps when Jungkook slams his cock back into him, gasping as he feels the tip prod at his womb.
 
“Did you like that?” Jungkook asks, his breath hot against the shell of Jimin’s ear. “Come on kitty, don’t be shy. Tell me what a slut you are.”
 
Jimin only nods his head, too far gone to really comprehend what he’s agreeing to. He just knows he doesn’t want to upset Jungkook.
 
Jungkook snorts, shifting away from the wall and lowering himself to the ground. He pushes Jimin down onto all fours roughly, but Jimin’s arms give out immediately, leaving him face first in the dirt with his ass still up in the air. That seems to make Jungkook laugh, his hands pulling Jimin’s cheeks apart again.
 
“You ready to get this hole,” Jungkook says, thumb tugging against Jimin’s rim, “raped, too, kitty?”
 
Jimin whines, heat flaring in his face. He’s already so full, so fucked out, he doesn’t think he could take another round. 
 
Jungkook leans down, his body covering Jimin’s, heat seeping into Jimin’s skin through two layers of clothes. His mouth finds Jimin’s ear again, two fingers hooking into the back of Jimin’s collar and yanking him up by the neck. 
 
“Your master even has his bitch all collared up huh?” Jungkook sneers, biting on Jimin’s ear lobe again before licking over the bite with the flat of his tongue. “He’s gonna be so mad when he finds out both your slutty holes belong to me. Isn’t that right, kitty?”
 
“Yes,” Jimin answers, his eyes drooping as he fights to keep them open.
 
Jungkook kisses his teeth, dropping Jimin’s collar and letting his head fall right back down. “Is that how you talk to your new master, bitch?”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say to that, heart stilling in his chest. His mind’s too foggy to scramble together, new tears prickling at his eyes as he takes longer and longer to answer.
 
A hand fists into his hair, yanking his head back so harshly it hurts. The pain spikes down his spine, and Jimin gasps as Jungkook bends right over him, his face right next to Jimin’s.
 
“You call me Alpha, you stupid slut,” Jungkook hisses right against the shell of his ear. “Do you understand? Or you really good for nothing but being fucked?”
 
“Yes Alpha,” Jimin cries, hot tears trickling down his face.
 
“There’s a good kitten,” Jungkook says, his hand loosening in Jimin’s hair as his tone softens. He sounds patronizing as he continues. “What a good little bitch. You know your place, don’t you?”

“Yes Alpha,” Jimin answers, his head falling forward as Jungkook lets go entirely. He trails his hand down the length of Jimin’s back until his fingers wrap around the base of his fluffy tail once more. It’s the most affectionate touch he’s given Jimin all day and it makes Jimin shiver and whine, so eager for some kindness. 

But the touch is short-lived as Jungkook attempts to pull out of Jimin, his knot beginning to deflate. Jimin’s not sure how long it’s been but cum is oozing out of his hole, dribbling past Jungkook’s knot. It takes a moment, Jungkook’s knot still half formed as he pulls out, stretching Jimin’s entrance out even more. Jimin sobs, the stretch painful as Jimin’s hands curl into fists, breath catching in his throat.

The longer it takes, the more clarity Jimin gains.

Briefly the thought of running away, of pushing Jungkook off of him flits through his mind but Jimin’s limbs are trembling, his body exhausted in a way he’s never known before. Worse yet, he thinks he wants Jungkook to fuck his ass, too. Maybe Jungkook’s right, maybe Jimin is a dumb little slut.

When Jungkook finally does pull out, he manhandles Jimin onto his back in one easy flip, and Jimin gasps, eyes fluttering as he adjusts to looking up at Jungkook. He already knows what Jungkook looks like but somehow, this up close, with Jimin’s cunt stuffed full of Jungkook’s cum and his belly still swollen, he feels his heart speed up. There’s a hungry look in Jungkook’s eyes, sweat dripping down his brow, and Jimin can’t look away, breath caught in his chest.

Jungkook leans in closer slowly, his ears two sharp points, twitching from every little sound around them. He rucks Jimin’s shirt up in the process, a little growl of satisfaction escaping him as he eyes Jimin’s cum swollen belly. He closes the distance between them, eyes half lidded as he takes Jimin in. Jungkook noses along Jimin’s jaw, his breath fanning out against Jimin’s fevered skin. Jimin whines when Jungkook’s weight settles more heavily against him and then he’s gasping, Jungkook pushing his half hard cock right back inside of him.

He’d been called a cocksleeve before and now he feels the part; his body nothing but a sleeve to keep his Alpha’s cock warm.

This close, Jimin can’t escape the scent of him. It’s deep and musky, something so decidedly alpha that Jimin’s mind is going haywire. He whines, baring his neck to Jungkook in submission. Jimin has never wanted so desperately to please anyone, his ears flattening against his head.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, Jimin’s eyes too hazy to properly focus. He can still see the way Jungkook’s big eyes narrow, nostrils flaring as he sucks in a breath. His scent only grows heavier and Jimin can taste it on his tongue, mouth watering. “Fucking look at you, kitty. Drooling all over yourself; never seen a bitch look so knot dumb before.”
 
Jimin flushes, heat spreading across his face. He wishes he had the energy to lift his arms up, to cover his face but Jungkook’s leaning forward, fingers curling under the leather of Jimin’s collar and yanking him closer.
 
“What’s the pretty bitch’s name?” Jungkook murmurs, reading the tag dangling from Jimin’s collar. “Jimin.”
 
Jimin’s pussy tightens up around Jungkook as he says it, earning him a snicker as Jungkook’s mouth finds Jimin’s ear. “You like that kitty? Like it when I say your name? Jimin.”
 
Jimin’s whole body twitches, and Jungkook laughs harder, fingers tugging on Jimin’s collar so harshly he can’t quite breathe. He finally manages to move, hands scrambling up to clutch at Jungkook’s wrist, to pull his hand away but he doesn't budge.
 
“You want me to fuck you, kitty?” Jungkook asks, breath ghosting over the shell of Jimin’s ear so hotly it sends shivers running down his spine. 

To Jimin’s shame, he nods, and Jungkook lets go of the collar immediately. Jimin sucks in a greedy breath and Jungkook smirks down at him, his hands dragging down to Jimin’s thighs to grip them and spread them further apart. He slides in deeper into Jimin, but Jimin can tell it’s not the whole of his cock. His cunt seems to grip Jungkook tighter, as if pleading for him to bury in all the way. That, too, fills him with shame.

“Then say it,” Jungkook tells him, hitching Jimin’s legs up and slotting himself firmly between Jimin’s legs. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

“C-can’t Alpha,” Jimin pleads, humiliation sitting in his gut like a hot coal. It feels like it’ll burn right through him, the back of his neck prickling with discomfort.

“If you can’t beg, what good are you, Jimin? This why your master never fuck you? A slut like you shouldn’t have such a tight cunt,” Jungkook sneers, looking down at Jimin with a contempt that only serves to make Jimin feel smaller. And yet the more humiliated he feels, the more he wants Jungkook to fuck him stupid.

He doesn’t want to remember his own name.

“Please,” Jimin begs, grasping for anything. His hands fist into Jungkook’s jacket and to Jimin’s surprise the hybrid allows it, his ears moving forward, straining to hear anything from Jimin. 

He cocks his head to the left and snorts. “If you just wanna get fucked, I can leave you here. All the mutts will sniff your ripe cunt out. You think you can handle that, kitty? All of them at once or maybe one after the other. I should let them put all your holes to good use.”

“No!” Panic wells in Jimin’s chest, the thought of so many hands all over him, so many cocks fucking him open at once horrifying and arousing. 

Jimin knows Jungkook can smell it on him, sees it in the way Jungkook’s smirk grows, his eyes glinting with a cruelty that should scare Jimin. Instead, he only grips Jungkook’s jacket tighter, clinging to him as he finds the words Jungkook wants to hear.

“No?” Jungkook repeats, cocking up an eyebrow, his voice strangely soft, like a sweet trap. “You reek kitten. Any bitch in twenty miles can smell it on you, how bad you wanna be mounted. Bet you’d love it, getting all your holes knotted. They’ll fuck you til you break, kitty.” He leans right in, breath ghosting over Jimin’s skin as he whispers the next words into Jimin’s ear. “You want that?”

Jimin shivers, shaking his head imperceptibly and Jungkook’s voice is so terrifyingly commanding. “Tell me what you want, Jimin.”

“Want — Want you to f-fuck me,” Jimin says, stumbling over the words as his belly clenches into knots. His heart thunders in his chest, humiliated by his own desperation, his need. Only a slut could want it this bad. Jungkook is right.

Jungkook’s knuckles caress over Jimin’s cheek, a touch so tender it nearly freezes Jimin to the spot. “I already fucked you, kitten.”

“Please,” Jimin begs, eyes squeezing shut as the words sticking to his mouth. “F-fuck me again, Alpha.”

“Pathetic,” Jungkook tells him, gripping Jimin’s mouth tightly in his hand. Jimin’s eyes snap open, and he finds himself looking right into Jungkook’s. His hips roll up, fucking into Jimin’s sore cunt slow as he closes the gap between their mouths. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

Jimin whines, his chest feeling like it’s collapsing in on itself but Jungkook never gives him a chance for respite. His tongue drags over Jimin’s lips, the tip tracing over Jimin’s cupid’s bow before he’s forcing himself into Jimin’s mouth and lapping at the roof of Jimin’s mouth. Their tongues slide against one another and Jimin can’t help but moan into it. That seems to rile Jungkook up as his grip tightens, prying Jimin’s mouth open wider. He kisses Jimin so obscenely that Jimin can feel his cunt throb and squeeze around Jungkook’s cock, his scent sweetening as Jungkook suckles on his tongue.

He can hardly keep up, feels himself grow lightheaded as Jungkook kisses him, messy and nasty, teeth sinking into Jimin’s plush bottom lip just to hear him whine in pain. He soothes over the sting with his tongue, only to lick into Jimin’s mouth again. His hand drags down to Jimin’s neck, squeezing his throat as he claims Jimin’s mouth, just like he’s claimed Jimin’s cunt.

Jungkook’s cock twitches and hardens right inside of Jimin the longer they kiss, little mewls escaping Jimin as Jungkook’s size only seems to grow, stretching his sore pussy out once more. Jimin can feel the heat of it through all the cum, body forced to accommodate him as Jungkook sucks and bite and licks at Jimin’s mouth, drool dripping down Jimin’s chin.

Jimin’s left breathless by the kisses, Jungkook only pulling away when Jimin’s arms slide around his neck to keep him close. He whimpers at the loss, mouth chasing after Jungkook’s despite the string of spit still connecting their lips. Jungkook gives Jimin a nasty smirk like he knows just how affected Jimin is.

And he must. He’s broken Jimin entirely. 

He pulls out of Jimin’s pussy, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing but then he’s lining himself up with Jimin’s asshole. There’s no teasing, Jungkook pushing the blunt tip into Jimin’s sloppy hole immediately, his own cock covered with cum and Jimin’s slick. It gives easy enough, the cockhead breaching Jimin’s hole after he’s been stretched open on Jungkook’s fingers.

He expects Jungkook to just thrust it all in but he’s watching Jimin so intently, cockhead disappearing inside of Jimin as cum trickles down from Jimin’s cunt. Jungkook’s hands grip Jimin’s thighs, and pushes in further. It starts to burn, Jungkook’s girth thicker than his three fingers and despite how wet he is, Jimin’s body still resists the intrusion.

Jimin swallows, heart beating loudly in his ears as his hands fist together. Jungkook’s pushes in inch by slow inch and despite the pain, Jimin is dazed. He can feel Jungkook’s cock spearing him open, the pain curling up his spine as the stretch burns and renders him speechless.

He’d thought he’d felt full with Jungkook’s cock in his cunt, pushing right up against his womb but here, where he’s never been penetrated, his hole untouched, it leaves him breathless, incapable of making a single sound. His back arches off the ground as Jungkook buries all the way in, balls right up against Jimin’s ass and nothing’s ever been so deep inside of Jimin before. It’s like he can feel Jungkook’s cock all the way to his lungs, like Jungkook’s cracked him open, broken him apart.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open as he quivers, hands reaching out for anything — Jungkook, escape, salvation. But instead Jungkook only leverages him up, cock driving in just that little bit deeper as Jimin’s thighs rest on Jungkook’s legs.

“Look at you,” Jungkook sneers, leaning forward just enough for Jimin’s starving fingers to grab a hold of his biceps. He gets both hands around Jimin’s throat, squeezing just slightly. “Never seen a bitch who loved cock this much.”

Jimin whines, eyes squeezing shut and ears folding back; he can’t breathe, feels like Jungkook is so deep inside of him, places that should never have belonged to anyone but himself. But Jungkook has taken everything. He’s burned himself into Jimin inside out.

When Jungkook’s hips grind into Jimin, he shakes, hands scrambling to grip Jungkook’s wrists at his throat. Jungkook tightens his grip and Jimin chokes, squeezing around Jungkook just as tight as his lungs burn from the exertion. His eyes blur with tears, head growing lighter and lighter and then the touch’s gone.

Jimin splutters and heaves, sucking in one greedy breath after the other and Jungkook laughs, hand fisting into Jimin’s hair and shoving him back into the dirt. He’s pulled almost entirely out of Jimin, cockhead nestled just inside Jimin’s hole.

He’s still panting, tears slipping down his face, when Jungkook slams right into him in one go. The sound echoes through the park and Jimin chokes on his own tongue. It’s too much. Jungkook is too big.

Jimin can feel the tremble, fingers digging into Jungkook’s biceps so hard he’s punctured around Jungkook’s jacket.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, pulling out to thrust right back into Jimin again and again and again. It feels like a punch to the gut every time, the wet squelch, the thickness of Jungkook’s cock spearing him open like he’s nothing, like his body was made to take him. This place Jungkook’s carved out of Jimin. “Thought your cunt was tight, kitty. But your ass is even better.”

Jimin sobs, a pathetic sound that Jungkook ignores easily. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and still Jimin takes it because he doesn’t know what else to do. His brain keeps telling him he has to please his Alpha and the sensations all muddle together. The cum still leaking from his pussy, the slick and spit and sweat all over his body, the pain-pleasure that courses through him.

“Slutty little kitty,” Jungkook spits out, almost sounding angry that Jimin’s so easy, that he’s allowed himself to be raped not once but twice. “Fucking stupid little bitch. Should have — should have just fucking stayed at home, huh?”

He can’t form the words to respond, groaning as Jungkook pounds into him relentlessly, pushing Jimin’s body to the very limit as he angles himself to hit even deeper. Through his tears, Jimin can see it. The tip of Jungkook’s cock protruding up against his belly with every thrust in.

It’s more than he can take, something in him shattering so entirely that Jimin goes limp, little punctuated whines escaping him as Jungkook fucks him with abandon. “Unh — unh — unh — ”

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls, bending right over and bringing Jimin’s body with him. He fucks into Jimin hard and fast, gripping Jimin’s throat to leverage himself. He doesn’t grip hard enough to choke but Jimin’s mouth lolls open, eyes blurry, mind broken. “Look at you, sucking my cock right in, kitty. Your holes are so fucking greedy.”

He proves his point by shoving his fingers into Jimin’s cunt, cum squeezing out of him and Jimin sobs, pushed beyond his limits.

“Alpha,” he cries, “Alpha — hic — s-stop…”

“Can’t stop now, kitty,” Jungkook breathes out, fucking Jimin harder and harder, hand pushing down against Jimin’s belly as if to feel his own cock driving into the heat of Jimin’s body. It has Jimin wailing, the fingers in his cunt and the hand pushing down on him building such a strange, unknown pressure through him that he can’t focus on anything else. “Can’t stop til I’ve broken you in, nice and good. Just like a bitch like you deserves.”

He clenches around Jungkook, panting as he tries to suck in one lungful of air but there’s no respite. Jungkook’s thumb is on his clit, and he seems to know just where to touch him inside and against his belly. The sensation grows so strong, Jimin mewls, suddenly wanting desperately to get away from Jungkook. Fresh tears streak down his face as the pleasure builds and Jimin comes with such a suddenness and intensity, his whole body convulses as his cunt squirts all over Jungkook.

“Just like that kitten,” Jungkook groans, his own eyes closing as Jimin clamps down onto his cock. His cunt pulses and throbs, Jimin’s cries mixing in with Jungkook’s heavy pants. He’s working his thumb over Jimin’s clit, two fingers still buried inside of Jimin and fucking him. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

The orgasm seems to pulse through Jimin so slowly and yet so quickly that his eyes roll right back into his head, body twitching as he squirms, beyond oversensitive. Every touch against his clit is too much and Jungkook seems to know as Jimin whines in pain, pulling out of his cunt entirely. His thrusting picks right back up, cock slamming into Jimin. He fucks Jimin with ferocity, an animal abandon. The thwop of his balls slapping against Jimin’s ass, the obscene squelch of Jimin’s hole being fucked loose and sloppy fills the air as Jimin’s body throbs, cunt pulsing with his orgasm. It’s like the waves won’t stop and Jungkook is delirious, pushing forward, bending Jimin right with him.

He’s gone limp, entirely pliable and Jungkook likes that.

“Such a good fucking slut,” Jungkook says, and Jimin feels more than sees Jungkook spit into his open mouth, swallowing it down obediently. Every instinct in him is unwilling to displease his Alpha. He whimpers and moans as Jungkook continues to piston into him. He’s never been fucked so hard before, with such a roughness. Jimin’s tail has wrapped around one of his thighs and clings to it, seeking comfort as Jungkook ruins him. “Your holes were made for me, kitty. Just gonna fucking take it, aren’t you, Jimin? Fucking good little whore.”

Jimin only manages a stuttered moan, everything in his mind hazy.

Jungkook’s fingers curl right into Jimin’s collar and he lets out a sharp cry when he feels it snap, the leather tearing in two as Jungkook tosses it aside. He gasps when Jungkook’s teeth sink right down into his neck, biting hard but not hard enough.

Jimin sobs, the knot beginning to form and if Jungkook had felt big before, he feels even bigger now. Jimin doesn’t understand how he can take any more of him when he’s already so full. Where will the cum go?

“No no no!” Jimin cries, voice slurring together, because it hurts, he can’t take it. “Alpha! S-stop! Can’t — ”

“You can,” Jungkook grits out, still fucking into Jimin, his knot pushing all the way inside of Jimin’s abused hole. He screams as it thrusts in, arching off the ground as he’s forced to take it. “And you will. You’ll take whatever your Alpha gives you whore.”

“Please,” Jimin heaves, shaking from the strain of it, from Jungkook’s knot grinding into him. He feels so full, mindless and he wishes it would all be over. “Hurts!”

But Jungkook’s not listening. His ears brush against Jimin’s chin, mouth latching onto Jimin’s neck again. He’s got Jimin’s legs pushed out as far as they’ll go, and when his hips stutter, the erratic motions losing all finesse, he comes. Jimin’s hands scramble to find purchase, twisting into the back of Jungkook’s jacket as he clings to him. Cum sloshes into him, hot and liquid, one wave after the other. Jimin’s body aches, and he groans, straining to take it all.

It pours in endlessly, pushing through Jimin until it feels like Jimin can taste it at the back of his throat. Jimin’s vision swims with black, body collapsing to the ground. He can’t hold himself up, can only watch as his belly grows bigger still. He looks like he’s already been knocked up, like Jungkook’s fucked his pups into Jimin half formed.

Something inside of Jimin shrieks at the idea of that, half crazed by the idea that he would give his Alpha pups, he would be such a good bitch. Jimin would let Jungkook fuck as many pups as he wanted into Jimin. He’d do anything for his Alpha.

But the thoughts are quelled down as Jungkook nuzzles into Jimin’s neck. His scent is blissfully sweet, satiated. 

Jimin can’t keep his eyes open, the exhaustion dragging him down down down.

It takes seconds, Jimin’s eyes fluttering shut just as Jungkook lifts his head to look down at Jimin.

He’s there and then gone.

⟡

 

Jimin’s barely conscious, can feel Jungkook’s knot has shrunk down enough that he can pull out of him. He whines immediately at the loss, panicked to lose his connection to his Alpha.

Jungkook’s scent isn’t as aggressive now, a satisfaction to it that would make Jimin preen if he had the energy to move.

“Thanks for the fun, kitten,” Jungkook says, dragging his hands through the mess between Jimin’s thighs. “You were a good fuck.”

“Alpha,” Jimin tries, but his voice barely comes out. Jungkook snorts and Jimin can feel his weight shift, forces himself to open his eyes, to take Jungkook in. He’s got a look in his eyes, like Jimin is so beneath him and he shudders, chest caving in. His ears wilt and Jungkook’s smile grows dark, cruel.

“For someone who didn’t want it, you never once cried for help, Jiminie,” Jungkook whispers right against his ear, the same condescending tone he’d used all evening sinking through Jimin but it doesn’t arouse the same sense of pleasure. He feels the humiliation burn under his skin because Jungkook isn’t wrong.

“Sluts are always begging for it, kitten,” Jungkook tells him, fingers tracing over the teeth marks he’s left on Jimin’s neck. The skin is still intact. “You better run along home because if the mutts find you, there won’t be anything left of you.”

Jungkook gives Jimin’s cheek a single pat, his black pointed ears standing upright as he pushes himself up and tucks himself back into his pants. Jimin’s a mess, belly swollen with so much cum there’s no way he can get home without leaving a trail all the way behind him. He’d make a mess in the apartment. His master would know.

Worse yet, Jimin doesn’t want Jungkook to go, to leave him.

Jungkook turns away from Jimin, pausing as he spots something on the ground. He leans down to pick it up, and smiles. It’s Jimin’s collar. “I’ll keep this, kitten. I’m your new master after all, right?”

Jimin nods, and Jungkook laughs, squatting down next to Jimin one last time. 

“You stupid little whore,” Jungkook sneers. “Who’s gonna want you now?”

He cries new tears, can hear Jungkook’s footsteps leave him there. Ruined and covered in Jungkook’s cum.

 
⟡

Jimin’s not sure how he manages to get up but he does. 

He stumbles back to the apartment, too miserable and fucked out to really pay attention to his surroundings and promptly collapses in the tub when he finally drags himself to the bathroom. 

His master still isn’t home. He’s not sure if that’s a blessing or a curse.

⟡

Jimin’s curled up in his bed, every comfortable item in his room piled up onto the bed to make his nest as soft and warm as Jimin can get it.
 
He’s pregnant.
 
His master is furious, had known in seconds when he’d come home that evening and seen all the marks littering Jimin’s neck. Jungkook’s fingers had bruised the skin so easily and Jimin had been horrified by how happy that had made him. Jimin’s master had never allowed anyone to mark him.
 
But that day, his master had slapped him hard enough to leave Jimin nursing a bruised cheek for days to come. He’d been promptly dragged into his room by the hair, his master calling him a slut and a whore and a good for nothing bitch as he’d locked Jimin in his room. 
 
The next day, the window had been barred, too, and Jimin’s spent every day since curled up in his nest, hand petting his belly. He’s quite sure his master is looking to sell him. He rarely comes to see Jimin, leaving his care to the maid who came by once daily to clean up the place and give Jimin something to eat.
 
He’s always hungry these days. It’s been six weeks since he’s seen Jungkook, a hollow ache settling in his chest as he longs for someone who wants nothing to do with him. The misery of it feels so consuming that Jimin cries himself to sleep most days.
 
The loneliness is too heavy to bear.
 
He clutches his own tail a little tighter to his chest, taking comfort in the softness of the fur as he sniffles into it. His whole life, Jimin’s always strived to be a good pet and despite his best efforts, he’s failed.
 
Now, no one wants him. Not his master, and certainly not Jungkook.
 
Wiping the back of his hand against his eyes, Jimin tries his best to stop crying but he feels so crushed. How will he even give birth to his litter? It feels like the sadness will kill him first.
 
It’s as he burrows his face into his tail’s fur that he hears the grunt, head shooting up toward his window. Moonlight trickles in from his window, clouded by the sheer curtains dangling over it. A shadow is sitting perched on the sill as it watches him.
 
Jimin’s breath catches in his throat.
 
It couldn’t be.
 
Suddenly, the sound of the bars being sawed fills his ears. 
 
His eyes widen, ears perking up as he pushes himself up, his tail forgotten. Jimin hadn’t even entertained the idea of breaking out after his master had put the bars up but how could anyone know this is where he lived? How could — 
 
No, no. He can’t assume it’s him.
 
The shadow works diligently, sawing through the four metal bars with a practiced ease. Jimin watches as each bar is removed and placed into a backpack on the shadow’s back until nothing separates Jimin from the shadow but the window pane between them.
 
The shadow stills, a hand beckoning him closer.
 
He swallows, forcing himself to move and walk toward the window.
 
Jimin’s hands tremble as he pushes the curtains out of the way, heart lurching into his throat when he comes face to face with Jungkook.
 
“Alpha,” Jimin breathes, tears already clinging to his lashes.
 
Jungkook is smiling, finger pointing down toward the latch keeping the window closed. Jimin opens it immediately, rushing to close the distance between them as he pushes the window up and open. Jungkook’s scent fills Jimin’s nose and he nearly bursts into tears but Jungkook is pushing into the room, his cold hands grabbing Jimin roughly by the waist.
 
“You look surprised,” Jungkook says, his scent almost suffocating in how it sharpens, pleased. He cups Jimin’s face in his hand, his eyes taking Jimin in like he’s trying to memorize him. The longer he seems to look, the more severe his expression gets. “I tried to forget about you, you know.”
 
Jimin swallows, wishes he didn’t have tears already trickling down his face.
 
“But fuck,” Jungkook says, leaning in closer, his nose dragging up along Jimin’s neck. “No one else does it for me anymore kitty.”

Jimin swallows, daring to bring his hands up and curl them into the fabric of Jungkook’s t-shirt. His black jacket is cool to the touch; it leaves goosebumps all over Jimin’s skin as Jungkook pulls him in even closer. His tongue licks over the shell of Jimin’s ear, a shiver running through him as he all but melts into Jungkook’s chest.
 
“Your master so mad he locked you up in his tower, kitty?” Jungkook asks, words ghosting over Jimin’s ear. His lips press a kiss just under Jimin’s ear.
 
“I’m — I’m pregnant, Alpha,” Jimin says, desperation breaking like a damn inside of him. If Jungkook rejects him now, Jimin doesn’t think he’ll be able to go on.
 
Jungkook stills, but rather than shoving Jimin back like he expects, he rubs his face into Jimin’s neck, scenting him. Jimin’s whole body sings at the touch, eyes fluttering shut as Jungkook presses a kiss against Jimin’s neck. “I can tell, kitten. Are you gonna give your Alpha a litter like a good little bitch?”
 
“Yes Alpha,” Jimin breathes, fingers clutching Jungkook’s shirt as he falls against him and sobs. His whole body shakes and Jungkook hushes him, hand curling around the back of Jimin’s neck as he scents him.
 
“You should get your things, kitty,” Jungkook instructs, pulling away from Jimin. He wipes the tears from Jimin’s face, his expression unreadable. “I won’t be letting you come back here.”
 
Jimin shivers at the possessiveness in his tone, nodding against Jungkook’s chest as he hiccups. The stress from the last few weeks wars with the rush of adrenaline still thrumming through him. He doesn’t want to be here anymore and Jungkook...Jungkook wants him right?
 
Jimin doesn’t know.
 
But with every inhale of his scent, his mind grows cloudier and cloudier. He doesn’t think he could bear being separated from Jungkook now.

It takes him all of ten minutes to grab what he needs — mostly clothes. Jimin has some of the bigger shirts from his previous pregnancies burrowed at the back of his wardrobe and he grabs those, too.

Jungkook, surprisingly, waits patiently for him by the window. He watches Jimin skitter across the room as he rushes to get everything, an almost indulgent smile on his face. Jimin finds himself both craving his approval and fearing his wrath.

And maybe it’s just that Jimin wants to be more than a pet. He wants to be loved. He wants his own litter, wants to raise his kittens or pups, wants to have the freedom to leave his room whenever he wants.

Most of all, Jimin wants Jungkook.

His cunt throbs at the mere thought of his fat cock splitting him open again.

Jimin’s breathless by the time he’s finished, rushing over to Jungkook who tilts his head, giving Jimin an almost condescending smile. It sends a little thrill rushing down Jimin’s spine, cheeks heating. He must be able to smell the arousal on Jimin as he pushes off the window’s ledge, smirking as he takes Jimin’s bag from him. He steps right up to Jimin, hand curling around his neck and squeezing it just right. Jimin gasps in his hold, hands scrambling to cling to Jungkook’s wrist.

“I’ll be good to you, kitty,” Jungkook says, eyes flashing red, his tone causing Jimin to tremble. “But you’d better behave.”

“Yes Alpha.”

“Mm, good boy.”

⟡

 

Jimin knows when Jungkook gets home because he doesn’t really sleep these days. Or rather, Jimin’s mind and body are so attuned to their Alpha that they simply can’t waste an opportunity to please him.
 
He doesn’t move when the bed dips, ears twitching as they catch the sound of Jungkook’s t-shirt hitting the floor. Jimin whines, can’t even open his eyes as Jungkook’s potent musk surrounds him, and two large hands grip him by the waist and yank him down the bed. His thighs meet Jungkook’s body and the hybrid leans down, tongue licking along Jimin’s mating bite.
 
Jimin’s body sings, cunt throbbing between his legs as Jungkook slots himself in between.
 
“Always ready for me, aren’t you, kitten?” Jungkook murmurs, teeth nipping at Jimin’s earlobe. He kisses just under Jimin’s ear, scent pleased with the way Jimin’s pussy responds. He’s wet but then, Jimin’s always wet for Jungkook.
 
Jungkook’s hands stroke over Jimin’s belly, so impossibly big now that Jimin can’t even sit up without help let alone see his toes. He’s pretty sure he’s due to have his litter any day now, Jungkook only leaving the apartment for short bursts at a time to ensure he’s not alone when it happens.
 
He’s been lying in bed naked since that morning, too tired and big to bother getting up. Jungkook’s cum from that morning is still inside of him, oozing out of his puffy cunt.

Jimin forces his eyes open, tired and perpetually horny. Jungkook’s hovering over him, the tips of his ears pointing out of his wavy hair, and when he leans down to kiss Jimin, he sighs into it, so eager to be touched by his Alpha. He doesn’t like to think about what Jungkook’s done to him, too happy to just pretend that everything is okay, that Jungkook wants him. Sometimes he worries about the litter, if Jungkook will only keep him around for the pups but Jimin’s met some of Jungkook’s friends. He’s never sired any pups before.

Jimin’s are the first.

It shouldn’t make him feel special but it does. Jungkook had even bitten him, bonding them together. He liked to tell Jimin his mark is Jimin’s new collar, that he’d be Jungkook’s forever now. Jungkook’s to fuck and breed and take care of.

Because an Alpha took care of what was his.

Jimin only wanted love and he’d give Jungkook anything for it.

“Are you hungry, Jiminie?” Jungkook asks him between kisses and Jimin nods, chasing after Jungkook’s mouth like he always does. He loves kisses, and lately, Jungkook seems to enjoy giving them to Jimin, too.

Jungkook hums, pulling back just enough to press kisses down Jimin’s neck. His mouth wanders to Jimin’s swollen breasts, tongue swirling around a sensitive nipple before it laves over the bud. Jimin shivers, whining when Jungkook cups his tit and squeezes. He chuckles when Jimin whines, the pressure too much in his current state. Jungkook’s mouth latches onto Jimin’s nipple as he massages Jimin’s tit and Jimin’s eyes wet with tears when the milk squirts out. Jungkook licks it all up like a starving kitten. 

“Me too,” Jungkook hums, suckling on Jimin’s nipple as he fondles Jimin’s other tit and readies it for his mouth, too. “I’m hungry, too.”

Jimin flushes, knows he shouldn’t be surprised by Jungkook’s filthy mouth after everything he’s said to Jimin but it still floods him with embarrassment. He just couldn’t imagine saying anything so brazen.

“I’ll fuck these too after the pups are born,” Jungkook tells him, squeezing Jimin’s tits together and giving Jimin a hungry look. “You want some of my milk too, don’t you, kitten?”

“Yes Alpha,” Jimin answers obediently, the soreness in his breasts already lessened by Jungkook’s attentiveness. 

“Good kitten,” Jungkook murmurs, mouth finding one of Jimin’s nipples and suckling. All the attention goes right to Jimin’s cunt and he feels the heat in his cheeks, lilting moans escaping him as Jungkook continues to suck and lick at his nipples. There’s milk dribbling down his chin when he looks up, eyes glazed over and scent heady. Jimin can taste Jungkook’s arousal, can feel Jungkook’s cock hardening where it’s pushed up against his belly despite his jeans.

“Alpha, please,” Jimin whines, shaking hand reaching for to entangle into Jungkook’s hair. He leans into the touch, licking his mouth clean as he nods. Jungkook’s tugging his cock out of his jeans, fingers pushing into Jimin’s pussy to gather slick and cum to wet his own cock. Jimin doesn’t even feel embarrassed by that anymore, only sighs when he feels Jungkook’s cock at his cunt pushing in.

He fills Jimin right up, thrusting all the way in. Perhaps Jimin’s too far gone, but Jungkook hasn’t been so rough lately. He fucks Jimin slow, takes his time and never knots him. Jimin finds most positions to be too uncomfortable to be left hanging off of Jungkook’s knot for too long.

It’s been five months of living together. Jungkook’s apartment is a hole in the wall but it has running water and electricity, which is more than what can be said for most of the strays living in this abandoned neighbourhood. Jimin hadn’t complained once despite the lack of everything. He’d just been happy to have an alpha, a mate. The high of Jungkook coming back for him had carried him through the misery of having nothing but a moldy mattress to sleep on.

But Jungkook had been true to his word. He’d taken care of Jimin, finding him blankets and pillows to build a nest. He made sure Jimin ate and spent most of his day holed up in the apartment with Jimin. When he did leave, he usually had one of his friends — his men — stay behind with Jimin.

Jimin can smell the food Jungkook’s brought in, moaning loudly as Jungkook begins fucking him, hands on his hips.

“Such a pretty little kitten,” Jungkook murmurs, thrusting in and out of Jimin at his leisure. “Always so good for me, aren’t you Jimin?”

“Al — Always Alpha,” Jimin replies, hands digging into the bed sheet underneath him.

Jungkook’s cock still stretches Jimin out like nothing he’s felt before. It’s still too big but Jimin’s become addicted to the stretch, to the fullness, to the way his cunt burns with every thrust.

“Still got such a tight little cunt,” Jungkook says, breathing growing heavier as his pace quickens. His thrusts don’t go in as deep, but they’re short and fast, fucking into Jimin with a focus that leaves Jimin mindless. The apartment reeks of their combined scents, the sound of Jungkook fucking Jimin’s pussy echoing through the room. 

“Belongs to you,” Jimin gasps, arching off the bed when Jungkook’s fingers find Jimin’s clit and begin to rub against it. “Y-your cunt to fu — oh — fuck!”

“What a good little bitch,” Jungkook grins, leaning over Jimin, his hands holding himself up. Jimin’s belly protudes between them, a barrier. “Know just what to say, don’t you?”

Jimin nods, moaning when Jungkook leans down and latches his mouth over one of Jimin’s tits again. He sucks on it hard, teeth digging into the tender flesh and Jimin’s hands immediately find Jungkook’s hair, grabbing it tightly. Jungkook’s thrusting has slowed down, cock dragging in and out of Jimin so that he can feel every inch, can feel the heat of it spearing his pussy open.

Jimin’s chest heaves as Jungkook somehow manages to continue fucking Jimin with his face buried in Jimin’s tits. He nibbles and sucks, licking the milk from Jimin’s skin until he seems satiated. His pace quickens as he pulls back up, hand finding Jimin’s clit again and flicking over it furiously.

“Oh!” Jimin cries out, face turning into the bed sheet as Jungkook’s thrusts become sloppier. He’s almost there, chasing his orgasm as he brings Jimin teetering to the edge of his own. The pleasure coils tight tight tight and then Jimin’s gasping, breath stuttering in his chest as he squirts all over Jungkook’s hand.

His cunt clenches around Jungkook hard and Jungkook curses, teeth gritting as he fucks into Jimin once, twice, thrice before he’s spilling into Jimin’s tight heat. The cum sloshes into him, spreading all the way to his womb. Jimin’s wound up body collapses against the bed, orgasm pulsing through him as the warmth of Jungkook’s cum seeps into him.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, sweaty and exhausted as he falls forward. He hovers over Jimin, holding himself up. Jimin seeks out his mouth without thinking and Jungkook lets out a little puff of laughter, kissing Jimin thoroughly. Jimin can taste his own milk on Jungkook’s tongue, whines into the kiss as his cunt still throbs. He can feel the way Jungkook’s own cock pulsates, the seed spilling into Jimin finally spluttering to a stop.

Jungkook hums against Jimin’s mouth, tongue dragging along Jimin’s before he’s pulling back enough to kiss Jimin sweetly. “Don’t know how I ever keep my cock out of you, you greedy kitten.”

“Like it,” Jimin mumbles. “Like it inside.”

“I can tell.” Jungkook pulls out of Jimin slowly, cum pouring out of him, overstuffed. Jimin’s so tired, tears streaking down his face as he comes down from the high of his orgasm. Jungkook’s scent swirls around them, a comfort as Jimin sinks into the familiarity of it.

He’s not sure when Jungkook scoops him up, how he manages to pick Jimin up nearly six months pregnant but he carries him to their bathroom like it’s nothing. Jimin hisses when he’s placed in the cold tub but Jungkook hushes him, turning on the hot water. They only get a limited amount of it, and Jungkook lets Jimin have all of it.

The tub fills and warmth sinks into Jimin, aching muscles singing from the relief. He opens his eyes, finds Jungkook pouring shampoo into the palm of his hand. Jimin helps him out by dipping his head into the water and Jungkook offers him a smile, hands digging into Jimin’s hair and rubbing over his ears. That always makes Jimin shiver, the touch kind and intimate.

“We’ll eat after,” Jungkook instructs and Jimin hums in agreement, eyes slipping shut. 

As Jungkook washes Jimin up, Jimin thinks that maybe he is happy. No matter how he ended up here.

He is happy.

And that’s enough.