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Jungkook has tried ignoring it, he really has. His basket was nearly full of berries, he only had to walk a mile or so to return to the cave he and Jimin shared. But the heat prickling over his skin and the ache low in his belly made it difficult to walk. Difficult to think even.

At first, Jungkook’s own fingers were enough to stave off the cravings for a few hours. He would play with himself any chance he got, seeking pleasure and release. But then Jimin claimed him, much to Jungkook’s delight, and only having Jimin inside him could satisfy the always simmering heat of arousal.

Now, though, Jungkook is alone. Jimin has left with Yoongi to travel to the nearest town for some things they can’t get in the forest. Winter is fast approaching, and they need supplies. Jungkook gets the necessity, he truly does, but he can’t help but feel a little lonely, a little abandoned, and a lot unsatisfied.

Jungkook got awfully lonely very quickly. He hasn’t had to spend a day without Jimin yet. The past two days have been torture for the bunny – no matter how much he plays with himself, there’s still an ache between his legs, a need to be filled that his fingers just can’t fulfill. If only he had someone to at least cuddle with, too soothe him and care for him until Jimin returned and made the ache go away.

However, all Jungkook has is tears of frustration pricking at his eyes, and painful arousal scratching at his tummy.

The bunny stops in the middle of a meadow. The sun beating down on him is only making the heat burning deep within him worse, and the tears make their way down his cheeks. Jungkook stomps his paw and throws the basket of raspberries to the ground. The delicate pink berries spill out and scatter all over the ground, but Jungkook hardly cares.

He undresses himself quickly and roughly, an angry frown on his face. Uncaring who might see, Jungkook drops to all fours on the ground. He presses his chest into the grass, the blades tickling his skin don’t help at all with the way he’s so sensitive all over, and sticks his ass out.

His chest is already heaving with labored breaths from the way he tried to unsuccessfully suppress the arousal. Jungkook angrily eyes his already hard cock that hangs heavy between his legs. Why can’t it wait for Jimin to be back? Why does his own body have to torture him so?

He grabs his cock with one hand and slides two fingers of the other down his ass crack. Not being gentle with himself at all, Jungkook pushes the two fingers in and squeezes his cock tight. A tearful whimper makes its way past his lips at the sting of pain but Jungkook doesn’t relent.

Jimin fills his imagination, as always these days. He thinks of Jimin’s shorter but girthier fingers inside of him. Thinks of all the dirty things he whispers into Jungkook’s ear. Of the way he so sweetly calls Jungkook bunny and baby. Of the way he fills Jungkook up so well, gives him all that Jungkook needs. The way he knows when to take Jungkook rough and hard, and when Jungkook wants to be appreciated and doted on.

Jungkook fucks himself with Jimin on his mind, Jimin’s hisses of mine sounding in his ears. With how Jungkook resisted it, the pleasure takes him over by storm. The orgasm builds quickly as Jungkook strokes himself vigorously and pounds his own hole without mercy. He wants the ache to go away. Needs it to go away.

The pleasure crests over. Jungkook shouts Jimin’s name even if his snake isn’t anywhere close to hear it. Tail twitching and body shivering, Jungkook drops onto his tummy in the grass. The ache is ever-present.

More tears spill out of Jungkook’s eyes, a few sniffles following. He misses Jimin something awful. And not just because of this.

He thinks of Jimin’s crescent eyed smile. His black scales glittering in the sun. The way he makes sure the cave is all warm for Jungkook. How he praises Jungkook’s cooking though Jungkook knows he hates eating vegetables. How he grooms Jungkook so gently. How they tease and laugh at each other. How well they fit together.

Jungkook is so despondent and lost in thought that the rustling of leaves reaches his ears too late. He startles with a gasp and flips over, legs closed together tightly. Eyes big, he watches a wolf hybrid take a couple steps that separate them.

The wolf crouches down next to him, gaze dragging down Jungkook’s body slowly. His black ears blend in with shaggy black hair that falls into his eyes. His wide shoulders and muscular chest are left uncovered, though he’s wearing tattered shorts. A slow grin spreads over his pink plush lips.

“Oh, um,” Jungkook mumbles since the wolf isn’t saying anything. “Hello?” he tries politely.

The wolf snaps his eyes from where he’s inspecting the tight clench of Jungkook’s thighs to Jungkook’s face. His sharp fangs rest on his plump bottom lip and his nose twitches as he scents the air. Jungkook is suddenly reminded of his first meeting with Jimin.

“Hello, darling,” the wolf greets. His smile puts Jungkook at ease, friendly and warm, just like his Jiminie was since the moment they met. “Sorry for interrupting. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Even though he’s right, Jungkook shakes his head quickly to reassure the nice wolf. “You didn’t. Really, it’s fine.”

“You’re so sweet,” the wolf tells him, his smile revealing more sharp teeth. “Here, you probably want to cover up, right?” He reaches over Jungkook, not touching him. The heat that radiates off of him makes goosebumps rise on Jungkook’s skin and the hungry clench of arousal is painful in his tummy. The wolf grabs Jungkook’s hastily discarded shirt before offering it to the bunny.

Cheeks ablaze, Jungkook takes the proffered shirt with a little thank you and drapes it over his lap. There’s nothing to be done about the sweet scent of slick hanging heavy in the air but Jungkook is still beyond embarrassed.

“Berry picking for your herd?” the wolf asks, nodding towards all the spilled raspberries.

Jungkook looks over. Some of the berries have been crushed under the basket, others didn’t survive the fall, all mangled in the grass or lying muddy in the dirt. Jungkook wanted to make a pie with them as a little thank you for Jimin since the snake promised to bring him baking supplies.

Tears cloud Jungkook’s vision again and his shoulders start to shake. “For-for Jiminie,” he answers, but doubts it’s discernible between the sobs.

“Aw, sweetheart, don’t cry,” the wolf coos. “I’m sure some of them can be saved.” His big hands cover Jungkook’s cheeks and he strokes his thumbs over them, catching the tears. Jungkook can’t help leaning into the touch, needing comfort and closeness after days alone.

The wolf pulls away too soon, and Jungkook near whimpers at the loss of contact. Through the blur of tears, he watches as the wolf rights the basket that had tipped over and quickly and efficiently collects the berries into it. Jungkook can only sniffle and wipe his tears away. What a dumb bunny he is, couldn’t even do that right.

The wolf settles cross-legged next to Jungkook, now a half-full basket of raspberries to his left, his bushy black tail draped on the ground on his right. He picks up one of the berries, pinched gently between his forefinger and thumb, and offers it to Jungkook. “See? They’re still good. Come on, darling, have a taste,” he says with a dazzling smile.

Jungkook eyes the proffered treat. He wipes the last of his tears and bends forward to take the berry from the wolf’s hand with his mouth. It’s ripe and juicy, just like Jungkook hoped it would be, and sweetness coats his tongue.

The wolf licks his own lips as he watches Jungkook eat. His tail flicks. “Good?” he asks.

A tiny shy smile tugs at the corners of Jungkook’s lips, and he nods. He’s a bit overcome with just how nice his new friend is. Jimin always cautions Jungkook about the dangers in the forest, but Jungkook is yet to meet anyone like that. First Jiminie, then Yoongi and Tae, and now this wolf – everyone has been perfectly nice to Jungkook.

“There it is,” the wolf chuckles and pokes Jungkook’s cheek, making the bunny giggle and pull back. “Such a beautiful smile should always be on such a beautiful face.”

Jungkook flushes and looks down, fingers twiddling with the material of his shirt. “You’re very handsome too,” he returns the compliment quietly but in earnest. He would think the wolf was the most beautiful being he ever met if he hadn’t yet met Jimin.

The wolf barks a squeaky laugh, tail wagging. “Thanks, I know.” He throws Jungkook a wink, pulling another giggle out of him. Then he picks up another berry and holds it up. Jungkook takes it without complaint.

“You should try some,” Jungkook tells the wolf. “They’re really sweet.”

“Mmm,” the wolf hums and his eyes drop down to Jungkook’s knees covered with the shirt. “I’m into a different kind of sweet thing.”

Since starting to live with Jimin, Jungkook has gotten to know the woods pretty well. Especially, the places where all the good fruit and vegetables grow, so he’s sure he could help his new friend find whatever he’s looking for. “What kind of thing?” the bunny asks, eager to be of use. “I’m really good at finding berries and fruit.”

The wolf offers another raspberry to Jungkook. “Is that why you’re here all alone? Your herd sent you out for food?” His eyes are on Jungkook’s lips as the bunny wraps them lightly around his fingers to take the berry.

Jungkook shakes his head as he munches on the raspberry. “I don’t have a herd. Only Jiminie,” he admits and licks the corner of his mouth where a drop of juice had escaped. “I used to be a pet hybrid, but they left me because I grew too big.”

Jungkook still misses them sometimes. They cared for him well before and after their daughter was born. He loved playing with little Eunwoo, and having excursions into the forest with grandma Yejun. And then they left him all alone.

“Jiminie found me and took me in, but now he’s left too. Only for a few days, but still.” A pout makes its way on Jungkook’s face, unbidden. He doesn’t want to feel all needy and petulant, but he misses Jimin greatly. “I get that we need supplies for winter but he could’ve taken me with.”

“He didn’t even let Tae stay with me because he didn’t want him trying anything with me,” Jungkook rolls his eyes at that. Taehyung is kind and sweet and he’s really not as bad as Jimin thinks. They had a talk recently, and Jungkook very sternly told Taehyung not to try to trick Jungkook into kissing him again and Taehyung had agreed.

“But I wouldn’t do anything with Tae anyway. We kissed just the once,” Jungkook defends himself quickly. And then he thinks about his first proper kiss, how soft Taehyung’s lips felt on his, how it made Jungkook warm all over when their tongues brushed one another. A flush creeps up Jungkook’s face and he casts his eyes down, where his fingers are playing with blades of grass.

“Okay, I wouldn’t do anything without Jiminie’s permission,” he corrects himself. “I think I’d like playing with others, but only if Minnie let me because I’m his and he is mine.” Jungkook lifts his gaze to glance at his new friend, rather embarrassed he spilled all that to someone new, but it’s not like Jungkook has anybody to talk to about this.

The wolf has his head tilted to the side. His sharp eyes are obscured by his too long hair. Jungkook notices a cut in his left wolfy ear, similar to what Yoongi has.

“Oh,” Jungkook gasps, suddenly remembering himself. “I’m so rude. I didn’t even introduce myself. I’m Jungkook.”

The wolf’s sharp teeth glint in the sun as they get revealed by his smile. “I’m Jin,” he says. “So you’re Jimin’s bunny, huh?”

Jungkook’s eyes go big. “You know Minnie?” he asks, leaning forward in interest.

Jimin is very secretive about who he knows and where he goes when he leaves Jungkook. The only other hybrids he’s introduced to Jungkook are Yoongi and Taehyung, and even though they’re very lovely, Jungkook would like to have more friends. Especially now, when Jimin and Yoongi are away and he’s been forbidden to be alone with Taehyung.

“Of course, I do,” Jin answers with a wide grin. He offers more berries to Jungkook and the bunny eat them out of his palm without taking his eyes off of the wolf. “He’s always talking about you, you know. You’re very precious to him.”

Jungkook’s cheeks flame from the words, and a pleased nose-scrunching smile takes over his face. He’s precious to Jiminie! And Jiminie talks to his friends about him. Jungkook would do the same if he had friends of his own, would talk their ears off about how wonderful, amazing, and lovely Jimin is.

“What does he say about me?” Jungkook wonders. Just talking about Jimin eases the ache deep inside Jungkook.

Jin’s eyes run over Jungkook’s features and he lifts a hand to brush Jungkook’s hair off his face. “That you’re really pretty,” he says. “Which is honestly an understatement. I have never seen anyone as gorgeous as you, darling.”

Jungkook shies away at the compliment, his shoulders going up and face heating even more. Jin chuckles and strokes Jungkook’s fever hot cheek. “So cute,” he mumbles as if to himself.

Then his fingers trail lower, grip Jungkook’s chin and tilt his head so they’re looking at each other. “You know what else Jimin told me?”

“What?” Jungkook asks with baited breath.

“That I should take care of his bunny,” Jin answers and leans in impossibly closer, their noses nearly brushing. Just that bit of contact has Jungkook tingly all over, starved of touch as he’s been the past two days. The ache in Jungkook’s belly intensifies. “Which is why I’m here. I was going to check on you, see if you needed anything.”

Jungkook gulps loudly. “Anything?” he whispers. He wants to believe that Jimin is caring enough to think of Jungkook’s needs, to have someone else take care of them until Jimin returns. But why wouldn’t he tell Jungkook about Jin then?

“Mhm, anything his sweet bunny needs,” Jin confirms.

Being so close to the wolf, breathing in his woodsy scent has Jungkook’s head spinning. He pulls away slightly and blinks several times to get rid of the haze in his mind. Only Jimin has managed to affect Jungkook like this. Whenever they play or groom together, Jungkook’s brain goes pleasantly fuzzy, and Jungkook misses the feeling.

“Why,” Jungkook runs his tongue over his lips, mouth suddenly dry. It’s difficult to focus for some reason. “Why didn’t Jiminie tell me about you?”

Jin doesn’t let Jungkook get far, leaning into his space, breathing in deep at the base of Jungkook’s neck even as Jungkook tries to lean back. “Guess he was just in a hurry. He passed my place when he was leaving and made me promise I’ll take good care of you. You won’t let me disappoint Jimin, will you?”

Disappoint Minnie? Jungkook would never want to do that. But he has to check one last time. “He gave you permission?”

Jungkook can feel Jin’s grin from where the wolf has pressed his face to Jungkook’s throat, sees his tail start slowly wagging again. “Oh, yes,” Jin rumbles as he inhales Jungkook’s scent. “Jiminie allowed me to play with you. He’s nice like that. Only wants the best for his bunny. Won’t you let me take care of you, Jungkookie? For Jimin?”

Jin’s plush and oh so soft lips brush against Jungkook’s sensitive skin as he speaks, raising goosebumps all over Jungkook’s body. The bunny bites back a whimper. His head feels stuffed with cotton, Jin’s scent suffusing the air around them.

The earlier fingering session hasn’t lessened the current of arousal running through Jungkook. Not that he expected it would. But Jin is here. He could take away the ache just like Jimin does.

And Jin’s words make sense, don’t they? Jimin wouldn’t want Jungkook left aching and unsatisfied for days. He would find a way to take care of Jungkook. He’s Jimin’s bunny, and Jimin takes care of what’s his.

“Yeah, okay,” Jungkook agrees on a soft exhale.

“Good boy,” Jin praises with a kiss to Jungkook’s neck and lies him down fully in the grass.

The shirt gets flung away as Jin starts eagerly kissing and licking down Jungkook’s body. Only a gasp leaves Jungkook’s mouth at that. The heat surges within him, unpleasant and painful, but it’s not as unbearable now that Jungkook knows it’ll be satisfied.

Jin makes space for himself between Jungkook’s legs, the bunny too horny to even be embarrassed at his nakedness, or the needy whines climbing up his throat. Jin’s hands are big and warm as they glide over Jungkook’s trembling thighs, his hips, settle on his waist where he rubs his thumbs soothingly. His mouth leaves wet traces wherever he kisses Jungkook – his collarbones, his pecs, down his sternum.

There’s not much teasing, not like with Jimin, when Jin takes Jungkook’s quickly hardening cock in his mouth and sucks on it. The bunny writhes and moans, grabs the wolf by his hair on instinct. Jin doesn’t relent. He holds Jungkook down by his waist and licks greedily at Jungkook’s tiny plump cock.

“Jin,” Jungkook groans. His eyes are closed, face scrunched in pleasure already. “Jinnie, please.”

A rumble sounds from deep within Jin’s chest – a growl of a predator. But Jungkook isn’t scared, only more turned on. Heat licks up his body, the ache in his belly tightening into a ball that threatens to burst any second.

Jin licks a stripe up Jungkook’s cock, suckles on the head before digging his tongue into the slit. The wetness of Jungkook’s precum adds to the wet heat of Jin’s mouth, the wolf slobbering all over Jungkook’s dick and tummy in his eagerness.

Jin seems to want to eat Jungkook alive with the way he swallows Jungkook’s cock and groans in pleasure. And he could easily do it. Jungkook is at his mercy, lost to the pleasure, easy prey. The thought of Jin’s sharp canines digging into his skin and leaving a deep purple bruise is what tips Jungkook over the edge.

He trembles in Jin’s hold. His own fingers are gripping Jin’s hair tightly, whole body taut. But Jin only swallows Jungkook’s come with a pleased little hum and places kisses on his hipbones, his tummy, his thighs, wherever he can reach. He kisses him until Jungkook relaxes and starfishes out, satisfied and pliant.

“Took the edge off, right?” Jin asks, popping up above Jungkook with a grin on his lips.

Jungkook blinks slowly, head still fuzzy. “Mhm,” he hums. His limbs are difficult to control but he manages somehow.

He wraps his arms around Jin’s wide shoulders and pulls the wolf in for a kiss. Jin goes easily. His smile melts on Jungkook’s lips, their mouths meeting. Jin’s lips are as soft and plush as they look, much like his Jiminie’s. Jungkook briefly wonders what the two of them would look like kissing, and a prick of heat in his belly at that thought makes him shiver.

Jin lets Jungkook into his mouth, allows the bunny to explore and lick the remainder of his own sweet cum. Jungkook sighs and melts even more. Their tongues slide against one another, lips melding together, before Jin pulls back. He gives a sharp bite to Jungkook’s bottom lip, canines nearly pricking the skin, and eliciting a surprised breathy oh from the bunny.

“It was unfair of Jimin to leave you all alone,” Jin mumbles as he nuzzles their noses together. “Bunnies need constant attention, don’t they, darling? Are you all achey from not getting fucked?” His hand wanders down, pressing right where the tight ball of ache is already taunting Jungkook with the need for more.

Jungkook’s eyes are big as he stares at Jin who seems to understand him so well. He nods. “Yeah,” he says on a heavy exhale and covers Jin’s hand with his own. “Hurts right here.”

Jin’s smile turns a bit sharper, reminding Jungkook of Jimin’s smirk when the snake is about to be mean to Jungkook to heighten his pleasure. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jin assures him. “I’ll take care of it.”

They keep eye contact, Jin’s eyes narrowed and darkened with lust, as Jin slips his hand from beneath Jungkook’s and slides it down between Jungkook’s ass cheeks. The first touch of a fingerpad against his rim has Jungkook whining and grinding his ass down for more. Jin only chuckles.

“You looked so pretty with your fingers in your ass,” Jin tells him in a whisper, as if a secret. “Could have watched you fuck yourself for hours. Such a gorgeous thing you are. It’s not fair that only Jimin gets to enjoy you, don’t you think?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer. His mouth falls open and he gasps in a breath as Jin’s fingers, two at once, breach him and fill him up so nice. He moans, high and breathy, and throws his head back, eyes closing on instinct.

“Look at me,” Jin demands, voice grittier, a growl present.

It sends a shiver down Jungkook’s spine and he can’t help but obey. He meets Jin’s gaze again, keeps staring at him while Jin’s fingers work inside of him.

The squelch of Jin’s fingers in Jungkook’s hole is obscene and has Jungkook’s blush darkening. Slick pours out of Jungkook heavily. He feels it wet his ass and thighs, and pool underneath him on the ground. There’s not much of Jin’s scent left in the air as Jungkook’s sweetness overpowers everything.

Jin pulls his fingers out, and Jungkook whimpers in protest. But the wolf doesn’t care. He brings his slicked up fingers to his mouth and laves his tongue over them, groaning in pleasure. “Taste so good, darling,” he says. “Wanna try?”

Jungkook has tried his slick several times, intrigued what all the fuss was about when Jimin couldn’t stop eating him out. It tasted nice, nothing too outstanding to him. He much preferred his slick mixed with Jimin’s cum.

So Jungkook shakes his head. “Want your fingers in me,” he answers boldly.

“Do you now?” Jin mumbles.

He dips his fingers inside Jungkook but only for a brief while. Fingers once again coated in the sticky slick, he smears it over Jungkook’s lips even as Jungkook shakes his head no and whimpers. But Jin isn’t force-feeding him like Jungkook thought. He lets the shiny slick sit on Jungkook’s mouth, pushes three of his fingers now inside Jungkook’s tight rim again, and then attaches his own mouth on Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook moans with his mouth closed, letting Jin bite and suckle on his lips as the wolf starts a quick and unrelenting in and out rhythm with his fingers. Jungkook ruts back against him, heat spreading like wildfire from his tummy to his chest to his limbs.

And right, Jungkook has working limbs.

He lifts his arms and lets his hands roam over Jin’s broad back, over his biceps, flexed and hard, and down his chest. He flicks his thumbs over the nipples, having Jin hiss and growl into his mouth. But he kisses Jungkook harder, shoves a fourth finger inside him, so Jungkook deems it a win. He rolls the buds between his fingers then flattens the stiff peaks he created, abuses them until Jin bites his lip hard.

Then Jungkook rakes his fingernails down Jin’s chest, wants to smile and preen at the shudder he gets in response, the harder shove of fingers into his hole. He’s met with the waistband of Jin’s shorts and forces himself to concentrate enough to open them.

Jin is of no help whatsoever. Having had his fill of Jungkook’s lips, he moves his mouth to Jungkook’s throat. The bites he leaves aren’t enough to bruise and mark, and Jungkook wishes they were.

After several attempts, Jungkook is successful in getting to Jin’s dick. He can’t see with the way Jin is pressed over him, licking and groaning in Jungkook’s neck, but Jungkook can feel the heavy weight of the cock in his hand. His fingers barely meet around it, and an image of Jimin’s far shorter fingers wrapped around Jin’s cock surfaces in his mind. Jimin would need both his hands, or Jungkook’s help, to stroke something so big. Neither of them could probably fit all of it in their mouths either. But he’s sure that together they could pleasure Jin.

“Fuck,” Jin growls out, tail stopping its wagging and now just trembling as Jungkook starts to slowly stroke him. “Want it in your hole, bunny?” Jin rumbles in Jungkook’s ear before licking over the shell of it. “Want my cock so deep in you that you can feel your belly bulge with it? Want me to pump you full of my cum? You’d look so pretty all round and full. Fuck, I want to breed you so bad. I’d knot you up so good, darling. Breed you full. Full of my pups.”

The words spill out of Jin’s lips unheeded and Jungkook’s eyes go wider and wider with every sentence. “Yes yes yes,” Jungkook chants in answer to Jin. He never thought of it until this moment, but all he wants now is to be full, to be bred and knotted. He needs it more than air.

Jin’s fingers tickle that spot inside Jungkook over and over, his lewd words and fantasies whispered right in Jungkook’s ear. The bunny tenses for a moment, all of it too much and too overwhelming for a second. And then the heat bursts through him once more. The ache in his belly unravels as Jungkook comes again. The tingles of pleasure reach the very tips of his fingers, the pads of his paws.

Jin nuzzles Jungkook’s cheek, places a few kisses on his jawline to ease the sting of pulling his fingers out. Jungkook simply lies there, heartbeat drumming loud in his ears, breathing shallow and uneven. It takes him a minute to recover. Jin waits it out with him, peppers Jungkook’s skin with kisses, cards his fingers through Jungkook’s pink locks and strokes his bunny ears.

“Come on, darling,” Jin says when Jungkook isn’t as starry eyed and out of it anymore. “I know you’re not a puppy but roll over for me.”

Jungkook snorts at the comparison and rolls away from Jin, ending up a few feet away from him. “Am I being a good boy for you?” he asks, putting up his hands and panting like a puppy with his tongue out.

Jin throws his head back as his squeaky laughter fills the air. A proud grin spreads over Jungkook’s face. And then Jin is grabbing him around the waist and pulling him close – Jungkook’s back to his chest.

“Such a good boy for me, pup,” Jin rumbles in Jungkook’s ear, making him shudder. His large hand travels to Jungkook’s thigh, hitching it up.

Jungkook’s heartbeat jumps at the pet name. He might like being called pup as much he likes being called bunny.

“So cute,” Jin laughs behind him and Jungkook jumps at the flick to his tail. But before he can scold Jin for it, the wolf is already pressing against his back, the hard head of his cock at Jungkook’s entrance.

Jungkook gasps in a breath as Jin pushes inside. It’s a tight fit even with the four fingers Jin used to prepare him, but Jungkook relaxes, like Jimin taught him, and lets the cock fill him up.

They both groan in unison as Jin settles in. Jungkook is back to panting at the delicious stretch and burn. The huge cock throbs inside him. This is what he’s been aching for for the past two days. There’s nothing but pleasure and fullness in his belly now, and Jungkook feels tears fall down his cheeks at the relief it causes.

“Shit, just like that, sweetheart,” Jin mumbles. He grips Jungkook’s thigh tight, lifting it up slightly, and pulls back only to sink deeper inside Jungkook with a slow controlled thrust. The bunny trembles all over, beyond words, mouth open and drooling as he lets himself be used.

Jin huffs a laugh as he rolls his hips against Jungkook. “You really like this, don’t you? Your cute little tail is all twitchy. And your pretty tiny cock is trying so hard to get back into it.” He snickers again. “Get it? It’s trying so hard.”

Jungkook groans and turns his head to Jin, a pout on his lips and eyebrows scrunched. “Stop talking and breed me like you promised,” he demands because Jin stopped moving to tell his dumb joke.

Jin lifts an eyebrow at him. “Wow, someone should really teach you manners, bun.” Then he breaks into a grin, sharp canines glinting in the sun. “Good thing I like taming brats.”

His grip on Jungkook’s thigh tightens again and he pushes in hard, rocking Jungkook forward. The bunny gasps in a breath and relishes the rougher treatment. Eyes sliding closed, lips parted and keening whimpers slipping past them, Jungkook gives himself up.

All he can feel is Jin’s cock, ramming into him over and over again, reaching deep within him, brushing his spot relentlessly. And that’s all that matters to Jungkook right now. His brain fuzzes over with that lovely warm feeling, like he’s weightless and floaty. Tingles of pleasure race through him. Nothing except he and Jin exist in that moment.

“Doing so well for me, darling,” Jin pants in his ear. He drops Jungkook’s leg to slip his hand around Jungkook, over his lower belly where his cock has started leaking precum again.

“Jinnie, please,” Jungkook begs, delirious with desire. “Want your cum. Want your pups. Please.”

A low chuckle sounds in Jungkook’s ear. Jin’s hand presses harder into his belly, and Jungkook’s eyes shoot open at the intensified feeling of fullness inside him. He looks down to see Jin’s hand moving to the rhythm of his hips, the outline of his cockhead in Jungkook’s belly pushing past his fingers. The sound Jungkook makes at that is needy and desperate and wholly undignified.

“You sure you can handle me, bun?” Jin asks.

Jungkook is nodding before he even realizes what the question is about. He wants all that Jin can give him, wants his tummy round and full.

A yelp escapes Jungkook when he’s pushed all the way down on his belly. Jin keeps Jungkook’s hips up with one hand, grips Jungkook’s bunny ears with the other, and starts a harsh unrelenting rhythm with his hips.

Jungkook’s knees scrape against the ground as he’s rocked forward again and again and again. His neck is stretched, head tilted back, bunny ears pinched and aching where Jin keeps a tight grip on them for leverage. All Jungkook can see is the blurry canopy of trees above them, eyes full of tears that spill freely down his temples. He’s whining and whimpering through his pleas, but Jin is unforgiving.

“Want me to knot you, bunny?” Jin growls into his ear over the slapping of his hips against Jungkook’s ass, over the wet squelch of Jungkook’s hole being stuffed over and over again. “Wanna be bred nice and full?”

“Yes, yes, please,” Jungkook cries out. The constant pressure on his spot and Jin’s ruthless pace has Jungkook unraveling quickly.

He feels something bigger than Jin’s cock press at his entrance. Jungkook doesn’t think he can take any more, tries to tell Jin that, but the wolf’s growling is louder than Jungkook’s begging. The knot teases him, forcing Jungkook’s hole to open wider, and when it finally thrusts inside, starbursts paint the insides of Jungkook’s eyelids.

Searing white hot euphoria suffuses Jungkook’s whole being. He shakes and shivers and trembles all over. Weird sounds leave his mouth, not quite happy chirping but something close. It takes Jungkook a second to realize his cheek is pressed against the ground, and only Jin’s fingers digging into his waist are keeping his ass up in the air.

The warm cum that spurts inside Jungkook is accompanied by the unreserved snarling from Jin. Jungkook can only imagine how wild and feral the wolf looks mounting him. How dark and glazed his eyes are. How his sharp teeth drip with saliva, itching to bite Jungkook. It’s a pretty picture, and Jungkook’s lips quirk up in satisfaction at it.

Cock still twitching in Jungkook’s hole, Jin drops down onto Jungkook. The bunny can feel the rapid pace of his heart against his back, the tiny trembles wracking his body. But most of all, Jungkook can barely breathe with the weight atop him.

“Ugh, you’re heavy,” Jungkook complains and tries to wiggle out from beneath the wolf, only to whimper when his rim catches painfully on the knot still inside him.

Jin chuckles. “Says the muscle pig,” he replies but he hugs Jungkook tight and rolls the both of them to their sides.

Jungkook groans at the action as it feels weird and uncomfortable being moved when so full. “So am I a bunny, a puppy, or a pig?”

“How about an ungrateful little brat?” Jin hums. “Didn’t even get a thank you for taking care of you so well.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes but he’s smiling as he turns to Jin. “Thank you, Jinnie. You did really good.” He seals it with a light peck.

“You did so well for me too, darling. Such a good sweet puppy-bunny.” Jin presses gentle kisses to Jungkook’s nape and lightly brushes his fingers over where Jungkook’s belly is bulging out. He flicks his tail to settle over them, the soft fur tickling Jungkook’s thigh.

Jungkook grabs Jin’s hand, brings it higher onto his chest and laces their fingers together. “Yeah? I was good for you?” he asks in a whisper.

Jin huffs a laugh against his neck, his breath tickling and raising goosebumps. “The best. Looked so pretty underneath me. Sounded even better. I’d fuck you every day if I could.”

Jungkook warms with the praise, a nose-scrunching grin spreading over his face. “I really liked it too. I’ll tell Jiminie you kept your promise and took good care of me.”

The laugh Jin barks at that is loud and amused, Jungkook’s whole frame shaking with it. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m sure Jiminie will appreciate that.”

Jungkook hums, pleased with himself. Maybe if Jimin knows that Jin can take care of Jungkook then he’ll let Jin stay with him whenever Jimin needs to be away. Then Jimin wouldn’t have to worry about Jungkook, and Jungkook wouldn’t have to suffer through the aches and pains. It seems like a good compromise to Jungkook and he hopes Jimin will see it like that as well.

“How long do we have to stay like this?” Jungkook wonders, wiggling his butt slightly. The pressure on his sensitive rim has lessened somewhat, but Jungkook can still feel the occasional release of cum and the way Jin shudders every time with it.

“Not too long,” Jin replies. He noses at Jungkook’s neck, breathes him in deeply. “Your sweet scent is absolutely delicious. But what’s that wonderful spicy earthy tone from?”

Jungkook giggles and then groans at the sensation that causes when he’s all filled up. “That’s Jiminie’s scent, silly.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. How could I forget,” Jin laughs in return. He quickly extracts his hand from Jungkook’s and reaches over for the basket of raspberries, Jungkook huffing at being moved. “Here, you’ll need your strength back.” He dips his hand in the basket and holds out a handful of berries for Jungkook.

Jungkook turns to him slightly, eyes big and bottom lip sticking out. The look always makes Jimin do whatever Jungkook wants. “Will you feed me?”

Jin blinks at him but Jungkook sees him giving into the look. “Wow, you’re dangerous,” is all he comments before obeying Jungkook’s wishes.

Jungkook happily munches on the berries that Jin provides until the knot goes down and Jin can pull out. It’s a mess. Their mixed fluids drip down Jungkook’s legs as he stands up. He can feel his sensitive rim clench and release with every spurt and it’s not exactly pleasant. A pout appears on Jungkook’s lips. Jin only laughs at him, but his tail swishes from side to side and his eyes keep coming back to Jungkook’s legs.

“It’s what you wanted, remember?” he asks as he tickles Jungkook under the jaw.

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook argues petulantly, only just restraining from stomping his paws but he does swat Jin’s hands away. “I wanted to be bred, not bathed in your cum.”

Jin’s tail freezes for a second, as does the rest of him, before the rhythm returns. A flush appears on his cheeks, and Jungkook cocks his head to the side curiously as he watches it spread down his chest.

“Well,” Jin says and clears his throat, “let’s go to the river. You can wash up there.”

Even after having lived in the woods for weeks, Jungkook finds it strange to be stark naked out in the wild. So he scurries off to the river as quick as he can. It somehow turns into a game of catch as Jin growls behind him and gives chase. Jungkook only laughs and runs faster.

The bunny zigzags through the trees, giggles escaping past his lips. Jin nearly catches him a couple of times, his fingers grazing Jungkook’s skin and growls echoing in his ears.

Jungkook breaks the tree line and staggers to a stop, arms windmilling at his sides. The water glistens in the afternoon sunlight right before him. There’s no slope to the riverbank here, just a straight dive into the water.

As Jungkook stalls for a second Jin crashes right into him, his arms locking around Jungkook, and then the both of them are toppling into the river and going under. Laughter and shouts of glee bounce around the riverbank as the bunny and the wolf splash each other and wrestle in the water.

Jungkook is out of breath and only mildly cleaner when he flops back into the grass, exhausted and elated. A huge grin scrunches his nose. He turns to look at Jin who’s also struggling to catch his breath beside Jungkook.

“That was so much fun,” Jungkook giggles.

Jin has his eyes closed, chest heaving with his breaths. “Fuck, you’re fast. It’s been a while since my prey managed to outrun me.”

Jungkook laughs harder, proud and so so happy. He lifts on an elbow and leans over Jin to brush their lips together. The wolf hums. His fingers find their way to Jungkook’s curls to keep him in place as his tongue prods the seam of Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook grants him access easily, eager for their tongues to tangle together.

It takes all of Jungkook’s willpower but he pulls away from Jin. He struggles to stifle his smile as he says, “Want a rematch?”

“Huh?” Jin replies. His glazed eyes are locked on Jungkook’s mouth.

“Catch me if you can,” Jungkook whispers. And then he’s on his feet and sprinting through the woods with Jin’s indignant shouts trailing after him.

The wolf does catch him at the edge of the meadow where they met. He tickles Jungkook until he’s crying and begging for mercy, and then kisses him over and over again until Jungkook’s tears have dried off.

“I wish Jiminie had introduced us sooner,” Jungkook mumbles. He brushes Jin’s shaggy hair out of his handsome face. “You’re really fun to be around.”

Jin turns his eyes away, his smile dying down quickly. “Right,” he says and pulls away from Jungkook, sitting back in the grass.

Jungkook sits up too and bites his lip. “Did I say something wrong?” he asks, not sure why Jin’s mood shifted so suddenly.

Jin’s tender and adoring gaze, directed right at Jungkook, makes the bunny blush and his shoulders lift in shyness. “No, darling. You’re absolutely perfect,” Jin tells him before leaning in to gift the softest of kisses to him. “I think you should get back to your Jiminie, sweetheart.”

Jungkook nods and reaches for his clothes. “When can I see you again?” he wonders while he’s dressing and Jin’s doing the same. “Or maybe me and Jiminie can visit you together?”

Jin chuckles. His eyes are back to being dark and mischievous. “That would certainly be interesting.”

Jungkook smiles. “I had a really nice time with you, Jinnie,” Jungkook says, a blush rising to his cheeks for some reason.

“Me too, darling.” Jin’s answering smile is small and intimate. He leans closer, pecks the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. “Take care, Jungkookie.”

“You too,” Jungkook near whispers, somehow more affected by the gentle peck than any of the lewd things they did this afternoon.

As he watches Jin disappear between the trees, Jungkook’s heart clenches almost painfully, robbing him of breath. He wants to see him again, wants Jin to sit by the fire with him and Jimin, wants to see Jimin laugh at Jin’s jokes, wants the three of them together something fierce.

Then and there Jungkook resolves to talk to Jimin about Jin. Jungkook knows how convincing he can be when he wants something. And he wants Jin in their lives permanently.

Chapter Text

The sight of his cave has Jimin sighing in relief. He’s been dreaming about this moment since he left four days ago. The warmer clothes and food preserving supplies for winter are a necessity, but Jimin still didn’t like having to leave Jungkook alone to get all that.

He talked Yoongi’s ear off and was told to shut up repeatedly about all his worrying over Jungkook. Jimin didn’t, and they ended up arguing over who’s mate is better. Yoongi was absolutely wrong thinking Taehyung could even hold a candle to Jungkook, and Jimin made sure he knew it.

But now all the frustration and bickering with Yoongi fades into the distance as Jimin is so close to having his bunny in his arms again.

The first thing Jimin notices is how heavily the cave smells of Jungkook’s slick. The scent is almost sickeningly sweet and settles on Jimin’s flicking tongue, familiar and thick. His bunny definitely was busy having fun without him.

“Jungkookie? Baby?” Jimin shouts as he slithers further into the cave, depositing all the bags along the way. He hears a gasp from deeper within and then the scurrying of paws. A genuine smile blooms on his lips when Jungkook rounds the corner. 

His bunny is just as wide-eyed and sweetly innocent looking as Jimin left him. There’s a flush on his cheeks and down his chest where the shirt he’s wearing is fully unbuttoned. His shorts are also undone, and Jimin wonders if he interrupted his bunny’s bath time.

Not that Jungkook cares much about that, apparently. He stalls for barely a second before launching himself at Jimin.

“Minnie! You’re back!” he exclaims in happiness as he wraps his arms and legs around Jimin, making the snake sway heavily with the added weight.

Jimin can’t stop his own delighted laughter as Jungkook starts peppering kisses all over his face and neck.

“I missed you so much,” the bunny mumbles between pecks. “Never leave me again.”

Jimin squeezes Jungkook tight and fills his lungs with Jungkook’s scent, fresher and not as cloyingly sweet as the scent of his slick. There’s a woodsy undertone to it, rather faint, maybe a day or so old. It meshes with Jungkook’s scent seamlessly, giving it more depth and making Jimin’s mouth water with the need to taste it on Jungkook’s skin.

“Never again, baby,” Jimin promises.

Jimin tilts Jungkook’s head, stopping the bunny’s kiss attack, and presses their lips together. Both of them sigh into the kiss. Jungkook goes limp, completely content in Jimin’s hold, and opens his mouth eagerly.

Exploring Jungkook’s mouth is familiar to Jimin. He couldn’t count the amount of kisses they shared. But this feels different – both of them a lot more desperate than usual.

Jungkook’s fingers find their way into Jimin’s hair and he tugs at the strands, making beautifully needy sounds. “Minnie, please. I need you so bad.”

Jimin huffs a laugh and moves his mouth to Jungkook’s throat. “Smells to me like you had a lot of fun without me anyway.”

The bunny squirms in his hold, tries to grind against Jimin’s tail in between his legs. “Ah, yeah,” he breathes out and then moans when Jimin grazes his fangs over his pulse point. “It hurt so much to be away from you.”

Jimin grins at Jungkook’s dramatics. His bunny is always whining how he aches for Jimin, how he needs to be filled or else. The horny bunny stereotype fits Jungkook perfectly; Jimin doesn’t think there’s been a day that they haven’t fucked since that first time.

“It’s not the same playing with yourself, is it?” Jimin murmurs in Jungkook’s ear. He licks over the lobe before gently biting at it and delights in the shudder that courses through Jungkook. “Bunny needs me to take care of him, don’t you, baby?”

Jungkook hums. His grinding against Jimin has intensified, and Jimin can feel the shape of his short plump cock pressing into him. 

“Need you in me, Jiminie,” the bunny pleads and pulls away to try and entice Jimin with his big starry eyes and pink tantalizing lips open as he pants.

Not that Jimin needs much persuasion.

He hikes Jungkook higher up, hands on his ass to hold him, and carries him over to their nest. 

The bunny is all over him in an instant. He pushes Jimin down on the furs, mouth attached to Jimin’s lips, his hand gliding down Jimin’s tail to paw at the slit where Jimin’s cock hides. Jimin groans into Jungkook’s mouth, bites his lip just to hear Jungkook gasp and have him writhe on top of Jimin.

Jungkook nuzzles Jimin’s throat. His hot breath hits Jimin’s skin, raising goosebumps. “My tummy’s been hurting so bad. Need your cock.” He rubs at Jimin’s slit harder, almost painfully so, trying to coax his dick out.

Jimin wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s wrists, stopping his frantic movements. “Easy, baby,” he chuckles. “There’s no rush.” 

Jungkook pouts at him and sits up. “But it hurts, Minnie,” he whines, tears shining in his eyes.

That makes Jimin stop. He frowns slightly, thinking about Jungkook’s words and his desperation. 

“It hurts? Like, actually?” Jimin questions. “You’re not just saying that?”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to look confused. “No,” he says. “Why would I just say that? I thought you knew. Isn’t that why you asked Jinnie to help me?”

Jimin’s frown deepens and he lets go of Jungkook’s wrists to slide his palms over the strong thick thighs straddling him. He sits up as well so they’re on the same level. “Jinnie? Who’s that?” Jimin asks.

There’s a deep v between Jungkook’s eyebrows and he tilts his head to the side as he regards Jimin. One of his bunny ears folds over itself and Jimin reaches out to fix it.

“Jin? The wolf hybrid?” Jungkook says as if that’s supposed to mean something to Jimin.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

Jungkook pouts, but Jimin can’t even appreciate the adorable sight as dread creeps into his heart. “I’m confused. Jinnie said he knows you. We met in a meadow nearby. I told him how you’ve left for a few days, and he said you gave him permission to take care of me.”

The dread ratchets up several levels as Jimin listens to Jungkook’s explanation. “Take care of you how exactly?” he demands.

Jungkook’s eyes widen at Jimin’s harsh tone and he slides off his tail to sit beside Jimin. The expression on his face shows genuine surprise at Jimin’s reaction. “He knotted me.”

Jimin’s teeth clench so hard, he feels his fangs sinking into his bottom lip, piercing it. The taste of blood in his mouth only stokes the anger that has started to overwhelm him.

“Let me get this straight,” Jimin hisses. “You meet a random hybrid who tells you that he knows me and even though you’re meeting him for the first time, you let him fuck you? What the actual fuck, Jungkook?”

Jimin can’t believe they’re actually having this conversation right now, can’t believe some other bastard got his hands on Jimin’s bunny. And Jungkook did it willingly?

“But-but he said you talked to him.” Jungkook’s eyes are even bigger than usual. He pulls his knees up, hugging them to his chest. His scent is distressed and sour, Jimin’s pretty sure his own reflects that. “He said-he said you wanted him to take care of me while you’re away so I wouldn’t be hurting.”

Jimin balls his hands into fists, fingernails digging hard into his skin. “How fucking stupid are you, Jungkook?!” he hisses through clenched teeth. Fury burns bright and hot through him, robbing him of anything else and leaving only the thorns of hurt cutting deep into his heart.

“He obviously lied to you because he just wanted to fuck you! And your stupid trusting ass believed him! Do you even have a brain or is it just empty air in there? Is the only thought you’re capable of is how to get fucked? Doesn’t even matter who sticks their dick in you, does it? Such a fucking whore. Fuck’s sake,” Jimin finishes his angry tirade with a groan and pinches the bridge of his nose, clenching his eyes shut.

He tries to breathe through the anger so he doesn’t do something he’ll regret. He wants to lash out at the asshole who dared touch his bunny, tear through the fucker’s throat with his fangs, dismember him limb from limb for tricking Jungkook.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook’s voice is so tiny and quiet that Jimin barely catches the words over the rush of blood in his ears.

“What,” he says flatly and opens his eyes to look at Jungkook.

Jimin’s breath stutters in his chest when he sees just how dejected the bunny looks. There’s tears tracking down his splotchy red cheeks, bunny ears dropped down, big body curled into a tight ball to make himself seem as small as possible.

The words Jimin spewed in anger catch up with him. Regret and shame and guilt shower upon him, cooling off the anger in an instant. He just hurt his bunny and Jimin hates himself for it.

“Why do you even keep me around then?” Jungkook asks, sniffling. “If you think I’m so stupid and useless, why did you claim me?”

“Shit,” Jimin curses to himself lowly. “Bun, that’s not what I meant,” he tries to explain, reaching out for Jungkook. “I’m so sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have said all that.”

But Jungkook pushes his hands away and scoots further away from Jimin. “I don’t want you touching me right now. I might have made a mistake because I didn’t think Jin had a reason to lie. But that’s no excuse for you to call me names.” 

Jimin cards his hands through his hair, grips the strands tight. This is definitely not how he thought his welcome home would go.

“I know, baby,” he says, barely restraining himself from touching Jungkook again. The need to console and comfort his bunny is overwhelming and Jimin’s heart squeezes painfully at being denied. “I’m sorry.”

Jungkook swipes the tears off his cheeks but his eyes are already brimming with more of them. Jimin’s own vision blurs and he blinks quickly to get rid of the wetness.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” Jungkook mumbles. “I wanted it to be you. I imagined you all those times I played with myself, but it didn’t help. It actually hurts, Jimin, and nothing helps except having a dick in me. Do you know how frustrating that is? But you left me to deal with that alone. Even after you promised to always take care of me.”

Jimin sinks his fangs into his tongue to not blurt out something else that would hurt Jungkook more. Something like even if Jimin wasn’t there, it doesn’t mean Jungkook’s allowed to jump any available dick.

“Did he take care of you?” Jimin asks instead. A sadistic part of him wants to know if Jungkook enjoyed being fucked by someone else. Did this wolf do a better job than Jimin? Is Jungkook thinking of running to him now?

The bunny hugs himself with one arm and rubs his red nose with the heel of his hand. “He did,” Jungkook replies quietly, eyes cast down. “He knew I was aching and helped me through it. He was very sweet and we had a lot of fun.”

The simmering anger bubbles back up, but Jimin tries to push it down. “Sweet,” he snorts, not quite managing to mask his derision. “Sounds like you like him.”

“I did,” Jungkook admits. “I was going to ask you if we could spend more time with him, all three of us.”

“All three of us?” Jimin frowns in confusion.

Jungkook shrugs a shoulder. “I thought he was your friend, remember?”

“Right,” Jimin mumbles. But the fact that Jungkook still wants to be with this Jin proposes only one conclusion. “So you want to keep fucking him then? Was he that much better than me?”

“He was there for me when you weren’t,” Jungkook whispers softly, and the words dig their claws into Jimin’s cold-blooded heart, tearing it into ribbons.

This intense heart-wrenching pain isn’t something Jimin’s experienced much of after isolating himself in the forest. It was a deliberate move to avoid situations such as this. Jimin was a fool for a pretty face, let his guard down believing that someone as pure as Jungkook would never hurt him. He should’ve known better.

Jimin just nods and gets up. Jungkook doesn’t say a word when Jimin slinks out of the cave.

***

Jimin slithers through the woods without really knowing where he’s going. The canopy of trees above him filters the autumn sun and the sunrays break into shafts of yellow light in front of him. He doesn’t notice any of it.

His thoughts swirl round and round, a turmoil of emotions following suit. Anger is at the forefront. Mostly at this faceless Jin who took advantage of his poor naive bunny, some at himself and Jungkook for not communicating enough about the bunny’s needs.

Insecurity is a close second. Jungkook didn’t even lie about liking Jin, about being fucked good by him. He didn’t stop Jimin from leaving either. Try as he might, Jimin can’t shake the thought of Jungkook running into that other hybrid’s arms, being taken care of so much better by someone else, leaving Jimin alone and miserable once again.

Jealousy goes hand in hand with the anger. Jimin’s lips curl, his fangs drip with venom as he thinks about meeting this Jin, about sinking his teeth into him, about tearing his throat open and watching him bleed out.

And then he thinks about how Jungkook likes him. About the fact that the bunny would probably be sad if Jimin disposed of Jin. It doesn’t make him want it any less but the chances of him actually doing it lessen considerably.

Because no matter what, Jungkook is Jimin’s first priority. The bunny could fuck his way through all the hybrids in the forest and Jimin would still care for him, would still want him more than anything. His stupid cold heart has set its sights on Jungkook and doesn’t want to let go.

Jungkook is it for him, Jimin knows. He needs to fix what they have.

Just as Jimin turns to head back and save his relationship, the breeze changes and wafts over a scent that has Jimin freezing in his tracks.

It’s woodsy and tart and dark. Jimin knows it. He’s recently smelled it on Jungkook.

All rational thought leaves Jimin’s mind as his brain switches to hunt mode. The wolf is near and Jimin’s need for retribution wins over his wish to reconcile with Jungkook.

Jimin stalks the scent through the woods, not paying attention to anything else. He spots who he’s looking for mere minutes later.

The wolf – black-haired, broad-shouldered, and half naked – is crouching behind some bushes. His muscles are tense, posture stiff, and body eerily still. There’s a couple of deer in the meadow in front of him, grazing on the grass. The wolf is on a hunt too. But Jimin attacks first.

He lunges at the wolf with his fangs bared and a hiss slipping past his lips, but the wolf reacts quickly and turns to intercept Jimin with a growl of his own. They roll in the grass, wrestling and snapping their teeth at each other. Jimin tries to wrap his tail around the wolf, smother him, but the wolf is nimble and avoids him easily.

They end up with Jimin on his back, arms pinned to the ground by the wolf’s knees as he sits on Jimin’s chest. His hand is forcing Jimin’s head back by his jaw, not letting him bare his dangerous venomous fangs.

“Fucking hell,” the wolf pants out, breathing harshly from their tussle. 

Jimin glowers at him with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t want to admit it, but the wolf is extremely handsome. The dark eyes staring him down, the plush rosy lips parted to take deep breaths, his muscular chest and broad shoulders, and even his black soft-looking wolfy ears – all of him is attractive and built to lure in prey.

“If you wanted those deer, we could’ve shared,” he says with a little chuckle. And even that is attractive, damn him.

Jimin struggles against him, thrashes his big tail uselessly, and glares as menacingly as he can.

“Do you promise not to bite me and poison me if I let you go?” the wolf asks. 

Jimin snarls in answer, hoping it conveys how much he wants to sink his fangs into the wolf and have him die slowly and painfully.

Another huff of laughter follows his reaction. And then the wolf hums, cocks his head to the side, and leans in to breathe Jimin’s scent in. His eyes widen as he looks Jimin over and he flashes him a toothy grin.

“Ah, so you’re Jiminie,” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” He does let go of Jimin then and quickly retreats to a safe enough distance.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” Jimin hisses. He gets off the ground, cracks his jaw that will surely have the wolf’s fingerprints on it soon enough.

“Oh, is that a nickname reserved only for Jungkookie?” the wolf asks casually. There’s no indication that he’s uncomfortable being in the presence of a hybrid whose mate he tricked and fucked.

“Don’t even talk about him,” Jimin snarls again and advances on the wolf. He’s pleased to see that the other hybrid backs away.

The wolf huffs a laugh. “If you’re not here to talk about him then I’m very interested to find out what you want.”

“Jungkook told me what you did. You tricked him, you filthy bunnyfucker.” Jimin tastes the acid of his own venom that’s making its way down his fangs. His gums itch with the need to bite.

“That’s hypocritical,” the wolf points out with an irritating attractive smirk. “Didn’t you fuck the bunny too?”

“I didn’t trick him into doing it,” Jimin counters. The wolf definitely doesn’t need to know that Jimin planned to eat Jungkook the first time they met and then lured him into his cave with the sole purpose of fucking him.

The wolf huffs, seemingly annoyed. “I was trying to help him, you idiot.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms before leaning against the nearest tree. “Do you even know that rabbit heats are constant? Milder than any other hybrid’s, sure, but they’re always in heat. And if they don’t get taken care of, it turns painful. Jungkook was already crying and aching when I found him.”

Jimin doesn’t know, didn’t even know bunnies needed that much care, always thought it was some sort of hybrid stereotype. Not that it matters much right now. 

“Oh, don’t pretend like you did it out of the goodness of your heart,” Jimin snorts derisively. “I know how Jungkook looks like to others, I know how compelling his scent is. Just say you wanted to use him instead of pretending to be a good and responsible hybrid.”

“Fine. I did want him,” the wolf admits. “What of it? Doesn’t change the fact you left him all alone to suffer for days. How could you do that to him if you care so much about him? At least I was there to stop him from hurting.”

That makes the claws digging into Jimin’s heart grip harder, every beat of it painful. He knows he failed Jungkook, and he doesn’t need the reminder, especially not from the person who used his bunny.

“You think I would’ve left him if I knew about the heat thing? That’s not my fault. Don’t try to pin this on me when you’re the one who fucked someone else’s bunny.”

The wolf cocks an eyebrow up. “So you’d rather Jungkook suffered, all alone? You’d rather he was in pain for days with a very easy solution? You’d rather that than let someone else care for him?” He shakes his head. “You really don’t deserve all the affection the bunny has for you if that’s the case.”

Jimin’s hands clench into fists. “Obviously I don’t want Jungkook hurting. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

The more the wolf talks, the more sense he makes, and Jimin hates him harder for it. He’d never wish to see Jungkook suffering, and the fact that the wolf – Jin, Jimin reminds himself even if the name leaves a sour taste in his mouth –  being there for Jungkook helped him grates Jimin’s nerves. Yet he can’t deny the logic of it.

“Then I don’t see the problem.” The wolf shrugs a shoulder. “You want your bunny taken care of and I did that.” His eyes, sharp and dark, track down Jimin’s body. “Unless you’re jealous you didn’t get the same treatment? I can take care of you too, darling.” A cocky smirk graces his handsome features as he meets Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin snorts, his expression less than impressed. “Yeah, thanks, I’ll pass on that.” He can’t believe the nerve of this wolf. Jimin thought he himself was shameless but this hybrid blows him out of the water.

“Are you sure?” Jin steps closer, tilting his head to the side, ears flicking at something Jimin’s senses don’t catch. Jimin notices the same notch mark in his ear that Yoongi has, flagging him as a runaway military hybrid. No wonder he got Jimin pinned so easily. 

“You’re awfully wound up,” Jin continues. “I could help you relax.” A slow grin spreads across his lips, revealing his sharp predator teeth.

Jimin stands his ground even when Jin steps right up to him, all in his space. The woodsy scent of him is strong in the air, and Jimin’s tongue flicks out involuntarily, tasting it. Damn him, but it does taste good.

“What’s this?” Jimin asks with a raised eyebrow. “You’re on a quest to fuck every hybrid in the forest?” 

Jin laughs, squeaky and very not wolf-like. His tail is wagging side to side behind him. Jimin struggles to keep his lips from tugging up at the corners. 

“Only the pretty ones,” Jin whispers like he’s sharing a secret. “I can see why Jungkookie is so taken with you. You’re not only beautiful but so very fierce, ready to defend what’s yours. A great quality to have.”

Fuck, Jimin thinks as Jin’s sweet words wrap around him and make warmth spread all throughout his body. He has to admit, the wolf is good; Jungkook didn’t stand a chance.

“Down, boy,” Jimin says and places a hand on Jin’s chest, pushing him a step back. “You’re not tricking me with your pretty words. I’m not as easy to manipulate as Jungkook.”

Jin places his own larger hand over Jimin’s, keeping him trapped. The thudding of the wolf’s heart is steady beneath his palm. “I might have told the bunny a little white lie, but everything that we did was consensual, no manipulation involved.”

Jimin snorts. “Call it what you want. It doesn’t change the fact that you deceived him. He’s mine. He knows he’s not allowed to fuck around with others.”

Jin hums. His eyes are fixed low on Jimin’s face – on his lips. “And what do you call that then? Bunnies aren’t monogamous by nature. You confining him only to yourself, making him depend on you only, isn’t that manipulation too?”

He lifts his dark eyes to meet Jimin’s yellow ones. His fingers are gentle as they brush away a stray strand of hair from Jimin’s forehead. “You think you’re better than me just because you got to Jungkook first. But your rules are making him suffer.”

Jimin gulps down the excess saliva pooling in his mouth, no hint of venom this time. Having the wolf so close, listening to his melodious voice has Jimin’s head spinning. “So what do you suggest?”

Jin’s crooked fingers trail down Jimin’s cheek, over the scales there, all the way down to his lips. He brushes his thumb over the bottom one. “We could take care of him together. I could take care of you both. Doesn’t that sound nice, Jiminie? Being able to let go and let someone else take the reins for a bit?”

Don’t listen to him, don’t listen to him, Jimin chants in his own head. But the offer is tempting.

It’s the scent, Jimin thinks. Just like with Jungkook, he finds it difficult to resist Jin and his addictive scent – dark and rich, as opposed to Jungkook’s sweet and fresh, but no less enticing.

“You don’t need to accept now,” Jin continues talking as his fingers continue their journey.

He touches Jimin’s fang, just grazing the pad of his thumb over the sharpness of it, trails his fingers over Jimin’s jaw and down his neck. His hand makes a stop there, large palm spanning the whole width of Jimin’s throat. There’s no pressure but Jimin finds it hard to breathe anyway.

“Let me give you a little preview, hmm?” Jin leans in close, his breath ghosting over Jimin’s parted lips. “Then you can decide if you want to keep me too, like you kept your bunny.”

Jimin’s eyes, that were slowly closing, open wide quickly. “You’d be mine too?” he breathes out. It greatly pleases some deep part of him, the thought that someone as gorgeous and clearly dangerous as Jin would like to be Jimin’s.

A corner of Jin’s mouth lifts up in a smirk. “I’d be yours, darling. And Jungkookie would be yours. Wouldn’t you want to have two pretty hybrids to claim?”

The very big possessive part of Jimin is extremely excited about the idea. But there’s just one thing. “I’m not sharing either of you with anyone else,” Jimin declares. 

Jin grins at that. “You won’t have to, sweetheart, I promise. We’ll be all yours.” He leans in closer to Jimin, his soft lips barely brushing Jimin’s. “How about it?” he whispers, and Jimin can feel his lips moving against his own.

Instead of answering, Jimin wrenches his hand away from Jin’s chest. They stare at each other for a heartbeat, a silent stand-off. And then Jimin is gripping Jin by his long hair and pressing their lips together roughly.

He bites the smirk right off of Jin’s face, sinking his fangs in hard enough to nearly break skin. Jin groans and forces Jimin’s mouth open, thrusting his tongue right in. His arms wind around Jimin’s waist and pull them flush together.

Their tongues slide against one another, Jimin’s longer one makes it inside Jin’s mouth and explores the new territory. Jin’s arms tighten around Jimin as he licks over Jin’s sharp teeth.

The wolf pulls his mouth away, breaths heaving, and slides his plush spit-slick lips down the column of Jimin’s neck. Never in a million years would Jimin have thought he’d not only allow another predator near his vulnerable throat but also enjoy the thrill of having one there.

Or maybe it’s just Jin.

Either way, Jimin tilts his head back, pushes Jin’s face into his neck harder, and whispers, “Bite me.”

Jin hums and obliges. His canines skim over the pulse point, the little prick of pressure having Jimin’s heart pick up its pace. And then he bites.

Jimin gasps and shudders at the tantalizing rush of pain. He feels the blood trickle down his neck even as Jin licks over the bite to soothe it and places several kisses over it.

Jimin pushes Jin’s face to the other side of his neck. “Again,” he orders.

Jin’s huff of laughter tickles at his skin. “So demanding,” he mumbles but licks over a new spot before biting down again.

It’s absolutely different from Jungkook’s tentative nibbles when they’re “grooming”. The bunny’s teeth are too dull to do any real damage, he ends up tickling Jimin more than anything. But Jin’s predator teeth are made for tearing flesh, and they mark Jimin up nicely.

As Jin licks and bites over Jimin’s neck and shoulders, his hands travel up and down Jimin’s back in a hypnotizing rhythm. He glides his fingerpads over where Jimin’s skin blends into scales, traces them all the way around to Jimin’s abs. When his hand slides lower and lower, it becomes clear that he’s searching for something.

“Here,” Jimin mumbles out, breathy and verging on a moan as Jin bites down again and sends that addicting flicker of pain right into Jimin’s belly where it mixes deliciously with arousal.

He winds his fingers with Jin’s and guides his hand to the slit in his tail. Jin pecks his neck in thanks and starts rubbing over the spot, coaxing the slit to open up.

Jimin’s cock is already hard and leaking when Jin wraps his fingers around it. “Fuck,” Jimin hisses, unable to help the bucking of his hips.

Jin’s palm is big and warm around his dick, gripping him with just the right amount of pressure, and Jimin trembles all the way to the tip of his tail.

“Mmm,” Jin hums. His lips brush over Jimin’s ear. He flicks his tongue against the lobe, grazes his teeth over it. “Such a big cock. Bet you stuff your bunny so good with it. You fuck him so well, don’t you, Jiminie? Take care of him so good.”

The praise has Jimin groaning. A weird flutter flits through his gut and a warm pleased feeling spreads through him.

“I do, yeah,” Jimin pants out. His tongue keeps flicking out, tasting the tart and dark arousal of Jin in the air. It’s maddening. Jimin wants to drown himself in the scent, wants Jungkook right next to them so his sweetness would mix in and alleviate some of the bitterness.

“But you deserve to be taken care of too,” Jin says. His lips trace Jimin’s jaw before he pulls back slightly, meets Jimin’s eyes as he starts stroking his cock in a slow sure pace. “Will you let me do that?”

Jimin nods – several jerky movements of his head. Jungkook’s told him about how Jimin makes his brain feel hazy, how all thoughts leave his mind until there’s only Jimin and pleasure. Jimin thinks that he’s getting a little taste of that now.

He’s not sure if it’s Jin’s tone, his overall presence, his alluring scent, or maybe the combination of it all, but Jimin feels his tight grip on control slowly slipping away.

They stare into each other’s eyes as Jin’s hand moves up and down, up and down. His thumb grazes the cockhead on every upstroke, smears the precum all over Jimin’s dick, makes the slide easy and slick.

“There you go, darling,” Jin mumbles and a corner of his lips tugs up. He leans in, kisses Jimin hard, bites at his lips, and Jimin simply takes it.

There’s not a thought of protest in Jimin’s mind when Jin pushes him down into the grass. For once in his life Jimin lets someone else take control.

Hand still stroking Jimin’s dick, Jin works his mouth down Jimin’s body. He licks over one of his nipples, grazes his canines over it to have Jimin gasping and pushing his chest up for more. But Jin only chuckles and moves down.

The tip of Jin’s tongue traces the uneven line of scales on Jimin’s torso. Jimin watches him work with half-lidded eyes, his own fingers idly playing with Jin’s long hair, just letting the strands fall through his fingers again and again. He touches the wolfy ear, grins at the way Jin flicks it and shakes his head slightly to refute the action. Jin’s fur is as soft as Jungkook’s.

Jin kisses down Jimin’s tail until his mouth meets his hand. He stops the movements of his hand, just holding Jimin at attention, and licks in between his fingers. Saliva drips down Jimin’s cock and over Jin’s digits as Jin lavishes attention to it.

When he reaches the cockhead, he places the gentlest of kisses on it. Jimin grumbles, eyebrows scrunching in dissatisfaction, and bucks up. Jin simply grins and winks at him. He moves his mouth down again, the grip of his hand looser so he could lick at more of Jimin’s dick.

“Stop teasing and get my dick in your mouth,” Jimin demands.

Jin lifts up. His lips and chin are wet with saliva and Jimin’s precum. “Say please,” he says with an irritating grin.

Jimin narrows his eyes at him. Begging is not his style, and he’s not about to start for Jin of all people.

“You won’t?” Jin wonders, head tilted to the side and a mocking pout on his lips. “Should I stop then?” He removes his hand completely, simply sitting there, straddling Jimin’s tail, waiting.

Neither of them moves for a minute. Jimin’s cock is painfully hard now, beads of precum drop onto his scales, making them glisten in the sunlight. The tight heavy weight of arousal sits uncomfortably in Jimin’s belly.

“Fuck,” Jimin hisses through clenched teeth. Then, with as much annoyance as he can muster, he begs. “Please, Jin.” The words taste foreign in his mouth.

Jin grins and returns his fingers to Jimin’s cock. The relief at the touch rushes to the very tips of Jimin’s fingers as he trembles with it.

“Please what, darling?” Jin has the audacity to ask. But he’s stroking Jimin again, the pressure so good, the grip so tight.

Jimin groans as he tilts his head back, eyes closing and mouth opening to get his tongue out, to taste Jin’s scent in the air.

“Please get your mouth on my cock,” Jimin mumbles, giving in. “Please, Jin. Fuck.” He bucks up again, craving more, needing more.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Jin murmurs before he finally dips his head down and wraps those pink plush lips around Jimin’s cockhead.

A strange keening sound leaves Jimin’s own mouth as his cock sinks deeper into the wet hot cavern of Jin’s mouth. The danger of those sharp predator teeth is ever present, and Jimin feels the ghost of them dragging down his cock.

Jin doesn’t even take him halfway before he’s pulling up. He swirls his tongue around the cockhead, flicks the tip of it over the slit, collecting the bead of precum, and then sinks down again.

He keeps teasing Jimin with not enough. Not enough dick in his mouth, not enough suction, not fast enough. So Jimin grabs his hair and pushes him down.

Jin’s choking sounds get overshadowed by Jimin’s moan of pleasure. His cock pulses and throbs in Jin’s mouth, against the back of his throat, and the heat in Jimin’s belly intensifies.

Jin pulls up on his own accord, breathes in raggedly, and then Jimin pushes him down again. He’s not even trying to be gentle with the other hybrid as he would with Jungkook. Jimin forces him down hard, moans as Jin gags and chokes. He fucks his throat without much regard for the other, but Jin doesn’t seem to mind. His tail keeps wagging even as tears start flowing down his cheeks.

Jimin takes and takes until the tight ball of arousal threatens to burst through him. His whole body tenses, fingers tightening in Jin’s hair. He’s so close he can almost taste the relief.

But then Jin grabs his wrists, wrenches Jimin’s hands off himself, and pulls off his dick entirely.

“Shit,” Jimin hisses emphatically and glares at Jin. “You fucker.”

Jin simply laughs, gleeful and pleased with himself. He’s so so pretty even with cheeks decorated in a splotchy blush, eyelashes clumping with tears, lips red and swollen.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t like a bit of teasing,” he says and Jimin’s breath catches at his scratchy voice. Because Jimin did that. It’s a claim as any other, proof of what he’s done.

“I’d like to come today preferably,” Jimin gripes anyway.

Jin leans over him, his own hands working to open his shorts. “Don’t worry. I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?” He nuzzles their noses together, and Jimin rolls his eyes but a tiny smile still makes its way onto his lips.

Jin pulls himself out of his shorts and Jimin looks down curiously. His cock is flushed red, glistening with precum, and so big that Jimin doesn’t think his fingers would meet around it. It makes his mouth water.

It also makes him incredibly proud of Jungkook for taking it all up his ass. Jimin can only imagine how overwhelmed and pretty his bunny looked hanging off Jin’s knot. The whimpers he must’ve let out were probably the most gorgeous of sounds. He’s suddenly a little jealous he didn’t have a chance to witness Jungkook’s first time taking a knot for himself.

Jin doesn’t give Jimin much time to admire his dick though. He leans back over Jimin, one hand planted in the grass beside his head and the other gripping both their cocks.

Jimin moves his own hands down to help Jin stroke the both of them. He makes a tight tunnel with his hands as Jin starts rocking his hips. His large cock glides against Jimin’s, their cockheads kissing and sharing precum on every thrust.

“You’re fucking huge,” Jimin breathes out, eyes cast down between their bodies to watch the lewd sight of their dicks rubbing. “How did Jungkook even take you?”

Jin huffs a laugh. His hair is sweaty and stuck to his forehead. “With a bit of persuasion.” He leans in closer, brushes their lips together. “Would you like to see it some time?”

Jimin tugs at Jin’s bottom lip with his teeth, presses their mouths together for a second. “Yeah,” he admits on a soft exhale. “Wanna see him take you so bad.”

Jin kisses the corner of Jimin’s mouth. The rhythm of his hips grows faster and Jimin tightens his own grip.

“We could fuck him together,” Jin murmurs into Jimin’s skin, lips pressed to the scales on his cheek. “Do you think our bunny would like that? I bet he would. He’s such a horny little thing. Bet he’d beg to have both our cocks in him. Can you imagine how pretty his pink tight hole would look stuffed full? And the sounds he’d make. He’d say he can’t handle it but we’d make him take it and he’d love every second of it.”

The more Jin talks, the more Jimin craves it. Jungkook would look so good trapped between them, would sound so whiny and needy. 

“Fucking hell, that’s so hot,” Jimin groans out. “He’d take us so well. We’d be all he needs.”

“Mhm,” Jin agrees. His breathing has turned as ragged as Jimin’s, the thrusts of his hips getting more and more sloppy. “We’d come right in him, fill him, claim him.”

“Fuck, yes.” Jimin throws his head back, eyes scrunched in pleasure. The rubbing of their cocks coupled with the images that Jin fills his head with has the familiar tightness in Jimin’s belly reach its limit.

“And then I’d let you fuck me,” Jin continues. “Would you like that, darling? Would you like to claim us both?”

And that’s all Jimin needs to reach that peak and tumble right off the edge. The pleasure ripples through his body, leaving Jimin a panting whining mess of satisfaction.

Jin groans above him and the spurts of his warm cum join Jimin’s on the snake’s black tail. It drips down his and Jin’s fingers, pearly white and sticky.

“Fuck,” Jin mumbles, eyes locked on the sight just like Jimin’s are. He takes one of Jimin’s hands, meets his gaze, and licks over his palm. The cum collects in Jin’s mouth as he cleans Jimin’s hand, and Jimin licks his lips. Mouth full, Jin leans down and presses their mouths together. Jimin’s used to Jungkook’s sweetness cutting through his own bitterness, so the tartness of Jin is unfamiliar but no less welcome.

They kiss and kiss, sharing and tasting each other, before Jin’s muscles finally give out and he collapses right on top of Jimin, nuzzling his neck.

Jimin only oofs, used to being a pillow for a heavier hybrid. He glides his hand down Jin’s back, petting him idly, as Jin presses a few sloppy kisses to his collarbones, tail swishing in a lazy satisfied manner.

“Our bunny,” Jimin prompts after a few minutes filled with soft touches and kisses.

“Hm?” Jin mumbles. He mouths at the bites he left on Jimin. The slight sting of it has goosebumps breaking out on Jimin’s skin.

“When you talked about Jungkookie,” Jimin explains. The canopy above them is scarce and the sun paints Jin’s broad naked back in swathes of warmth. Jimin can’t stop running his fingers over it. “You said our bunny.”

“Guess I did,” Jin raises his head, that same irritating cocky smirk comes over his face. “You think you’re the only possessive one here?” He lifts his hand, the one not filthy with their combined cum, and cards it through Jimin’s hair. “I’d like you to be mine too.”

Jimin bites his lip and looks back up at the trees and the light spilling through their branches. “You don’t have to say it, you know, if you don’t mean it. This was fun but I get it if you only want Jungkookie.”

The haze of orgasm having left him, Jimin realizes that Jin might’ve done all this just to get in Jimin’s good graces, simply to get closer to Jungkook who is undoubtedly the wolf’s ultimate goal. 

Because who wouldn’t want someone as sweet and kind and innocent as the bunny? Jimin, on the other hand, was never anyone’s first choice. Except for the bunny himself. But Jungkook didn’t know any better, now did he. 

“I rarely say things I don’t mean,” Jin counters.

Jimin’s lips twist in a sardonic smile. “Except when you’re telling a naive bunny that you’re allowed to fuck him.” 

Jin laughs his squeaky non-wolfy laugh. “Except then, yes. But I’m serious about this. If you and Jungkook both want me, then I think we could make this work because I really want both of you.”

Jimin finds that hard to believe. The skeptical part of him tells him that Jin will use him to get closer to Jungkook and then talk him into abandoning Jimin. They suit each other a lot more than Jimin suits either of them.

So Jimin tugs at Jin’s hair, meets his dark eyes dead on. “You’re not bullshitting me right now, are you? Because I swear, Jin, if you use me and then discard me, I will crush your ribcage, pull your heart out, and feed it to you.”

“You really paint a vivid picture with your threats,” Jin grins, canines poised over his plump lip. Then he leans in, brushes their noses together. “I’m not bullshitting you, Jimin. I want you. And I want Jungkook.”

Jimin lets Jin kiss him, lets their tongues glide over one another, wraps his arms around the wolf and squeezes him tightly.

“Okay,” he whispers against Jin’s lips. “We can try. But don’t think I’ve forgiven you for tricking my bunny.”

“Our bunny, Jiminie,” Jin tells him with a blinding grin as he pulls away. “You’ll have to learn to share.”

Jimin purses his lips, not a big fan of that idea. But if Jin is his too, then maybe it won’t be so bad.

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When Jimin returns to their cave it’s already turned dark. He expects to be greeted with the warm glow of the fire from within but, once again, Jimin doesn’t get the greeting he expected.

The cave is pitch black. The supplies Jimin brought back from the village are still scattered on the floor, the fire pit dead and cold, their nest empty. Jungkook’s scent is hours old.

Fear like no other grips Jimin tightly. He can simply stare at the pile of furs, once white but recently dyed pink by Jungkook because he liked the color. His throat closes up, air not reaching his lungs, as Jimin’s mind spins with the worst case scenarios.

He left Jungkook. Again. And this time he knew that the bunny would be suffering. Jimin surely knows how to use his brain.

“Idiot,” he mumbles to himself and smacks his forehead.

But it’s not the time for self-pity. Jimin needs to find Jungkook, make sure the bunny is safe. So he turns on his tail and rushes back into the forest.

Jungkook’s scent is faint in the air, but Jimin’s sensitive tongue finds it easily, perfectly attuned to it. He hunts Jungkook’s scent winding through the trees and heading in a familiar direction. The pressure in Jimin’s chest lessens somewhat when he realizes where Jungkook has gone.

The ramshackle hut, hidden by large trees and vines that are slowly overtaking it, comes into view soon enough. A glow of light flickers in its broken glass windows. Jungkook’s scent is stronger here, and Jimin sighs in relief.

He hurries to the door, doesn’t even bother knocking, and bursts in. In the couple of seconds he has to survey the single room before Yoongi pushes him outside again, Jimin sees Jungkook curled up in Taehyung’s lap, being gently petted by the other hybrid as he whispers something to the bunny.

Jungkook’s eyes grow big at the outburst. They meet Jimin’s, still red and teary, and so surprised. Did Jungkook really think Jimin wouldn’t go after him? 

But before Jimin can so much as call Jungkook’s name, Yoongi forces him outside and slams the door shut behind the both of them.

“You know,” Yoongi says conversationally as he leans back against the door. “We argued over who’s the best mate, but we should’ve also decided who’s the worst. I’m happy to tell you that you’d win that title by a wide margin.” 

Jimin doesn’t care for Yoongi’s life lesson now. He can hear Jungkook’s distressed noises from inside and Taehyung shushing him, and his instincts are telling him to get to Jungkook at any cost.

So he hisses at Yoongi. “Let me in. I want to see Jungkook.”

Yoongi looks him over, his yellow cat eyes tracking down Jimin’s body, catching on the bite marks on Jimin’s neck and shoulders. He snorts derisively. “It’s always about what you want, isn’t it? But what about what Jungkookie wants?”

Jimin resents that. He’s always tried to take Jungkook’s wishes into account. But he’s not here to argue with Yoongi.

“I fucked up, I know,” Jimin says. His hands clench and release at his sides, wanting to remove the obstacle that’s between him and his bunny. “But Jungkook needs me right now. So let me through,” he grits through his teeth, tries to remind himself that Jungkook wouldn’t appreciate him taking a bite out of his favorite kitten.

Yoongi doesn’t move. His usual calm unbothered manner grates at Jimin’s nerves fiercely. “Tae’s taking care of him just fine, don’t worry.”

The rush of anger and jealousy makes Jimin shake with it. He knows Jungkook needs it, has accepted the fact that Jin fucked him, doesn’t mean he likes the thought of others doing it though.

Venom pools in his mouth again. Jimin drops his jaw open, lets the fangs drip with it as a hiss leaves his throat.

Yoongi chuckles at him. “Easy there, not in the way you think.” He’s enjoying torturing Jimin a bit too much, Jimin thinks. “They’re just cuddling. Jungkook wouldn’t let us give him what he really needs.” Yoongi’s expression darkens, ears flicking and tail swishing. “He kept saying he’s not a whore. Wonder where he got that idea from.”

Jimin regrets the words he spilled in anger, but he’s not about to explain himself to Yoongi. “Move, Yoongi. This is between me and Jungkook. You don’t get to decide for him either.”

Yoongi’s jaw flexes and his tail whips harshly. “If Jungkook wants you gone, you’re leaving.”

Nothing short of an army would separate him from Jungkook, but Jimin nods anyway.

The panther walks inside first, Jimin slithering behind him and trying not to rush to the nest where Jungkook is hiding. The bunny has his face pressed against Taehyung’s throat as the tiger pets his pink curls. The look Taehyung sends Jimin is full of fury, and his tail starts flicking angrily.

“Kookie,” Yoongi says as he sits down on the furs, his clawed fingers skim over Jungkook’s naked shoulder. “Jimin wants to talk to you. But if you want him gone, I’ll send him out.”

“I can also rough him up for you if you want,” Taehyung murmurs into Jungkook’s hair, pressing a kiss between his droopy bunny ears.

Jungkook peeks at Jimin, his cheek pressed against Taehyung’s chest. Jimin envies the way Yoongi reaches out and cups Jungkook’s other cheek, brushing his thumb over the cheekbone in a gentle caress.

“Whatever you want, bunny,” Yoongi promises in his soothing low tone.

Jimin holds his breath as Jungkook nibbles on his bottom lip, thinking. His eyes flit over Jimin and then they widen, a gasp leaving him. The bunny scrambles off Taehyung’s lap, elbowing both him and Yoongi in his haste to get to Jimin. Jimin would smirk proudly if Jungkook didn’t look so alarmed.

“What happened?” Jungkook asks. He reaches for the bite marks decorating Jimin’s skin, the finger prints on his jaw. His fingers flutter a hair’s breadth above them, not actually touching.

“I found Jin,” Jimin answers and settles his fingers over Jungkook’s, encouraging the bunny to glide his fingerpads over the marks. The touch elicits a tiny wince from Jimin, but it’s nothing compared to the absolute euphoria of Jungkook’s hands on him.

“He hurt you?” Jungkook’s voice goes high in disbelief but his eyes and fingers keep running over Jimin’s neck and shoulders.

Yoongi snorts behind them. Jimin sends him a glare over Jungkook’s shoulder.

“No, baby,” Jimin answers. He dares to reach out and cup Jungkook’s hot cheeks, their gazes meeting. “We talked.” There’s a pause. It’s not the whole truth, and Jimin doesn’t want to lie to his bunny, so he adds, “Among other things.”

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, a slight pout on his lips. Jimin wants to kiss him so badly that it physically hurts him not to.

“It’s not important now,” Jimin waves away the topic. “Are you okay? Does it hurt badly?”

Jungkook draws away at that, and Jimin has to rein himself in not to grab him and hold onto him. “I haven’t let Tae or Yoon take care of me if that’s what you think,” he mumbles dejectedly and winces as he clutches at his tummy.

“Not for lack of trying,” Taehyung says.

Jimin knows it’s wrong of him, Jungkook is hurting, but he’s pleased that neither of the felines have helped Jungkook like that. Now he just needs to convince the bunny to let Jimin care for him; they can sort the rest out later, when Jungkook is no longer overheated and in pain.

It seems so easy for the tiger to reach out and wrap his arms around Jungkook, to pull the bunny back into his lap. What’s worse, Jungkook goes willingly, needing the comfort. Face pinched as seemingly a wave of pain hits him, Jungkook curls into a ball, barely fitting in Taehyung’s hold.

Yoongi returns his fingers to Jungkook’s hair, petting the bunny and having him whimpering slightly. Jimin can only bite the inside of his cheek to keep from hissing in displeasure.

“Why do you even ask? You don’t care.” Jungkook looks away, blinks away the tears already gathering in his eyes.

Jimin’s heart cracks, the pieces of it shattering into fine dust. He makes a distressed noise and moves in closer to Jungkook only for Yoongi to stop him with a hand on his chest and Taehyung to growl at him. 

Now Jimin hisses at both of them. He pushes Yoongi’s hand away and coils right beside the nest in front of Jungkook.

“I do care, baby,” Jimin says with as much conviction as he can muster. “You’re my everything, Jungkookie, you know that. Nothing will ever change that.”

Jungkook glances at him but looks away just as quickly. His fingers find Taehyung’s tail and he picks at the fur, lips pouty as he speaks. “If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have said all that stuff.” 

Jimin tries not to let the jealousy and possessiveness overtake him; it didn’t get him anywhere good last time. But Jungkook is half naked, curled in another hybrid’s lap, sweet scent so thick that Jimin can’t even smell Taehyung or Yoongi. So Jimin has to chomp down on his tongue to keep himself in check.

“It was very wrong of me to do that,” Jimin agrees, wouldn’t even dream of arguing the point. “I was angry and I lashed out at you. You didn’t deserve it, bun. I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook is frowning fiercely at where his fingers tug on Taehyung’s tail. By the way Taehyung winces subtly, Jimin presumes it’s not exactly nice for the tiger, yet he doesn’t tell Jungkook to stop. 

“Do you really think of me that way? That I’m stupid. That I’m a–” Jungkook struggles with the word, his breathing quickening. “That I’m a whore,” he whispers out.

“Of course not,” Jimin insists as emphatically as he can. “You’re not stupid, Jungkook. Who’s been finding food for us for weeks now? Who taught me how to cook? Who knows how to make a goddamn basket out of nothing but grass, or sew his own clothes from scraps of fabric? You astound me every day, Jungkook. You’re far from being stupid, one mistake doesn’t change that.”

And yes, Jimin might think the bunny is a bit naive and sometimes too trusting, but it’s just who he is – seeing the best in everyone. The world is a much kinder place if seen through Jungkook’s eyes.

“And you’re definitely not a whore,” Jimin continues. “You’re adventurous and excited to learn new things, and I love exploring with you.”

Jimin hesitates but lifts a hand to caress Jungkook’s flushed cheek. His heart trips over itself in his chest, elated that Jungkook doesn’t pull away from the touch.

“I am so incredibly sorry for what I said, baby. I claimed you as mine, promised to take care of you, and then left you alone and hurt you. I’m really sorry.”

To Jimin’s delight, Jungkook leans into his touch. He tilts his head to press his overheated flushed cheek firmer against Jimin’s palm, those gorgeous eyes staring Jimin down.

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” he asks in a whisper.

Jimin shakes his head immediately. “I understand now that it wasn’t your fault. I left you to deal with it alone, left you vulnerable, and Jin found you and took advantage of that.”

Jungkook frowns. It’s rare that Jimin sees his bunny angry. His scrunched nose, curled lip, narrowed eyes – it’s more of an adorable sight than anything.

“He tricked me,” Jungkook grouses.

Apparently, Jimin’s not the only one who’ll have to grovel for Jungkook’s forgiveness. Even if he likes Jin, Jimin can’t help the glee that rushes through him.

“He’s really good at that, isn’t he?” Jimin says with an ironic tilt to his lips.

Jungkook leans forward, lets go of Taehyung’s tail to instead glide his fingers over Jimin’s marked up shoulders. “He convinced you too?” 

Jimin has to admit that Jin’s words and promises were very enticing. He knew exactly what to say to have Jimin do what he wanted. But Jimin was aware of that. And yet he gave in anyway. He can’t imagine how much more convincing Jin was to Jungkook.

A tremble runs through Jungkook’s body, his free arm going to hug himself round his tummy.

“We can talk about him later,” Jimin says and reaches to tug the bunny out of Taehyung’s lap and closer to himself. “Let me take care of you first, okay?”

Jungkook whimpers as he’s moved, probably more aware of his pain now that Jimin reminded him of it. But he nods as he lies back down between Taehyung and Yoongi in the nest, his legs spreading to either side of Jimin who’s right in front of him.

Jimin reaches to rid Jungkook of his shorts but stops with his fingers curled in the waistband. He glares first at Taehyung, who’s sitting with his legs crossed to Jungkook’s right, palm pressed to the obvious tent in his pants, and then at Yoongi, whose black pupils have dilated so much that there’s no more yellow left in his eyes as his gaze sweeps down the body of Jimin’s bunny.

“Do you mind?” Jimin hisses at the felines, fingers tightening in Jungkook’s shorts. Jungkook whimpers then wiggles to try and get Jimin to take the garment off.

Yoongi’s eyes snap back to Jimin and he licks his lips. “It’s our nest,” he says, voice lower with arousal.

Jimin bares his teeth. “And it’s gonna be my fangs in your throat if you don’t move back.”

Taehyung is the one to move first. He gets out of the nest and tugs Yoongi with him. “We’re not leaving,” he tells Jimin with a mischievous smirk.

Jimin only rolls his eyes, not surprised. He doesn’t pay much attention to how the felines settle to the side, Taehyung making Yoongi lean back against the table and dropping to his knees in front of him. Instead, he focuses on getting Jungkook naked and stretched.

The bunny keeps whimpering as Jimin slides the shorts off and then glides his hands back up Jungkook’s legs. He doesn’t have to be told to spread himself for Jimin, does it quickly and eagerly, thighs bracketing Jimin’s large tail.

Jimin leans over him, lets himself kiss his bunny, starved of that particular act. Jungkook kisses back but he’s impatient. He squirms under Jimin, grabs his hands and pushes them down to his ass.

“Don’t tease, Minnie,” Jungkook pleads, eyes glossy with gathering tears. “Need you inside.”

Jimin licks his lips as his eyes rove over the flushed, sweet, and needy hybrid beneath him. “Alright, baby,” he agrees easily, both because he wants Jungkook to stop hurting and because he himself can’t wait to be inside his bunny again.

Leaning up on his elbows, Jungkook watches intently as Jimin wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s tiny cock, his other hand going between his ass cheeks. A pretty moan, a sound Jimin missed so much, leaves Jungkook’s mouth when Jimin presses a finger inside Jungkook’s tight hole. The bunny is plenty wet already, slick soiling the furs on Yoongi and Taehyung’s nest.

Jungkook’s head drops back, exposing his exquisite and bare neck. Jimin’s fangs itch to mark him up again, have the column of his throat all bruised and bitten red. 

And there’s literally no reason why he shouldn’t. So Jimin leans in, his lips brush against Jungkook’s thundering pulse point. Jungkook gasps in a breath, bears down hard on Jimin’s single finger.

“More, Min. Please,” Jungkook breathes out.

Jimin complies. He pushes a second finger in, scissors them, feels the wet heat of Jungkook’s walls clenching around him. And then he bites.

It’s a heady sort of feeling to claim his bunny likes this, to mark him up for everyone to see. Something akin to a rumble leaves Jimin’s throat, a hiss following.

Jungkook is gasping and trembling beneath him. Slick pours out in waves out of him, drenching Jimin’s hand. His cock throbs and pulses in Jimin’s hold as Jungkook comes with that little stimulation. His bunny must have really needed that.

Jimin licks and kisses at his bite mark before moving to Jungkook’s lips. He has to do most of the work as Jungkook simply lies there all pliant, arms weakly circling Jimin’s shoulders to pull him closer, mouth open for Jimin to do whatever he wants.

“Feeling better, bun?” Jimin asks and nuzzles Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook hums. “A bit,” he mumbles back. “Wanna ride you,” he declares.

Jimin pulls back to raise an eyebrow at him. It’s rare that Jungkook wants to take initiative, preferring more that Jimin gives him whatever he deems fit. But Jimin has no problem with Jungkook taking what he wants.

They change positions so that Jimin is now lying in the felines’ nest, Jungkook straddling his tail. As the bunny makes himself comfortable, Jimin’s eyes stray to the side.

Yoongi and Taehyung haven’t been making much noise yet. They’ve both lost their clothes though.

Taehyung’s striped tail is high in the air as he sits prettily on his knees for Yoongi, mouth stuffed with dick. His head is turned slightly, dark gaze locked on the couple in the nest.

Yoongi is also watching them. His hand is in Taehyung’s hair, absently petting through it. The tip of his tail keeps flicking every few seconds.

Jimin meets eyes with Yoongi. Something charged and heavy passes between them, Jimin’s heart jumping in his chest and a shudder running through him.

But then Jungkook starts rubbing at Jimin’s tail slit, coaxing his cock out, and Jimin groans, eyes closing and losing contact with Yoongi.

Attention back on Jungkook, Jimin grips his hips as the bunny lifts on his knees. Jungkook holds Jimin’s cock steady and lowers onto it. His bunny ears tremble and his mouth falls open as Jungkook breaches himself with Jimin’s dick.

Jimin grits his teeth, digs his fingers into Jungkook’s hips, so he wouldn’t just thrust up, wanting to be buried in his bunny as quickly as possible. He needs to let Jungkook go at his own pace, let him command the show for now.

Jungkook settles on his tail soon enough. A deep sigh of relief leaves him and he drops his head to Jimin’s shoulder.

“Now it’s better,” Jungkook murmurs into Jimin’s neck and proceeds to lick and nibble the skin there. It stings when he accidentally bites at one of Jin’s marks, but Jimin doesn’t dare tell him to stop.

Jimin can’t help but chuckle at the cuteness of his bunny. He wraps his arms around Jungkook’s tiny waist and hugs the bunny close.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to start circling his hips. His little breaths come out in hot puffs against Jimin’s throat as Jungkook starts to move more purposefully.

Jungkook’s nose bumps Jimin’s head to the side as the bunny requests more access to his throat and jaw. He snuffles and kisses and rubs his cheek on Jimin all the while riding him slow, not letting more than an inch of Jimin’s cock leave him.

Jimin’s arms tighten around Jungkook when he locks eyes with Yoongi again. A slow grin spreads over the panther’s lips, his gaze travels down to where Jimin and Jungkook are connected and he licks his lips.

Jimin lets himself look too, appreciates the sight of Yoongi’s lean body with broad shoulders and defined chest. His large hands look obscene in Taehyung’s hair as he keeps the tiger’s head angled just right to both fuck into his mouth and let Taehyung watch Jimin and Jungkook.

Though Jimin isn’t sure how much Taehyung can actually see as his eyes are filled with tears. They track down his cheeks and mix with the drool dripping down his chin as Yoongi abuses his throat.

Jimin can’t help the flex of his tail, the way he fucks up into Jungkook, incensed by the watching and being watched. Jungkook squeaks a surprised noise when his rhythm is disturbed but adjusts quickly, staying slightly elevated on his knees so Jimin could fuck up into him.

“Such a good boy for me, Jungkookie,” Jimin whispers as he turns his head to press his lips to Jungkook’s cheek. “Wanna show off for Tae and Yoongi? Wanna show them how good you can be?”

Jungkook trembles at the words. He lifts his head slightly, shining eyes quickly glancing over the two felines before ducking back into Jimin’s neck shyly. “Uh-huh,” he mumbles anyway, nodding.

So Jimin slaps his ass. Jungkook tightens around him considerably, a high keening whine escaping him. “Then move, baby,” Jimin orders. “Take what you say you need.”

Jungkook takes a shaky breath and pushes Jimin to lie down fully. His hands find their place on Jimin’s chest for leverage and then he starts to really move.

The sight is absolutely glorious. Jungkook’s pink curls bounce around his flushed face, his teeth have sunk into his bottom lip, eyes shut, and bunny ears erect and trembling.

However captivating the view, Jimin needs to see the others’ reaction to his bunny. It’s not just that he wants to show Jungkook off, he also wants the others to know what they’re missing, what they’ll never get to have, not unless Jimin lets them.

“Fuck,” Yoongi comments in a low gravelly voice. There’s a growl that starts deep in his chest, eyes locked where Jimin keeps disappearing inside Jungkook.

“Isn’t my bunny the best?” Jimin asks, breathless with arousal himself. His hands travel to Jungkook’s strong thighs to feel the flex of the muscles as he keeps bouncing.

“So good, so pretty,” Taehyung rasps out, now just resting his head against Yoongi’s stomach and jerking him off quickly. “Wanna get my hands on him.”

Jimin hisses instinctively, digs his fingers deeper into Jungkook’s skin. Taehyung grins and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s tummy.

“Watching is good too,” Yoongi mumbles. “You look gorgeous, Jungkookie. Can you let us hear you too?”

Jungkook’s hole clenches sporadically around Jimin at the praise, his blotchy cheeks reddening even more. But he obliges Yoongi.

Teeth releasing his lip, Jungkook lets his mouth drop open and sweet soft ah-ah-ahs tumble out as he lifts and drops down over and over again.

Yoongi growls, and Jimin smirks. A content warm feeling settles in his chest at the knowledge that all the sounds of pleasure coming out of Jungkook are his doing, only for his ears to hear whenever he wants, only for him to share if he wants.

Yoongi’s answer to that is to lift Taehyung off the ground, bend him over the table, and slide into him in one swift move. Taehyung gasps and moans, back bowing and ass lifting high as Yoongi grabs the base of his tail and pounds into him with little grunts falling from his lips.

Jungkook’s pace stutters for a bit, wide eyes locked on the two felines mating just feet away.

“Wanna-wanna borrow Yoon-Yoongi sometime?” Taehyung stutters out, a grin on his face as he addresses Jungkook while being fucked to the inch of his life.

Jungkook shakes his head swiftly and turns back to Jimin. He drops onto his hands, presses his lips against Jimin’s almost harshly.

“You’re all I need. I promise,” he tells Jimin.

His bunny is too sweet. Jimin smiles into the kiss, he cups Jungkook’s cheeks and pecks the little mole under Jungkook’s bottom lip several times.

“I’ll fuck you hard just like that for next round,” Jimin makes his own promise.

Jungkook smiles, pleased, and sits back up to continue fucking himself with Jimin’s cock.

Jimin forgets about the felines beside them, focusing solely on his bunny. He holds Jungkook’s glazed over gaze, caresses his thighs and hips, glides his hands up his belly to his chest to flick his thumbs over Jungkook’s sensitive nipples. The moan he gets in return goes straight to Jimin’s dick that twitches inside Jungkook.

When Jungkook’s moans increase in volume and breathiness, Jimin knows he’s close. So he snakes one hand down Jungkook’s torso to grip his pretty pink cock that has been steadily dripping precum on Jimin’s tail. Jungkook chokes on his other breath in.

The tightness of Jungkook around him as the bunny comes is almost painful, but Jimin loves it. He watches Jungkook shake and tremble and moan Jimin’s name through the orgasm before he collapses on Jimin’s chest, breathing heavy and heart thundering so hard that Jimin physically feels it.

Jimin smooths his hands down Jungkook’s sweaty back, flicks the cute twitching cottontail, and then reaches his perky ass. He grips the globes and kneads them, slips his fingers in between to feel where he’s connected to Jungkook. The bunny winces slightly, a soft whine whispering over Jimin’s skin where Jungkook hides against his throat.

Jimin tries to make it quick, even though he knows Jungkook likes being used after, all sensitive and overwhelmed. So he grips Jungkook’s thighs, lifts him up slightly and uses his large tail as leverage to fuck into the bunny hard and fast.

Jungkook whimpers against Jimin’s neck. His teeth catch on skin and he nibbles on it as Jimin finishes inside him with a low groan.

The pleasure floods Jimin’s body to the very tip of his tail. He hums as he hugs Jungkook close, staying inside him and not intending to move anytime soon. 

The two of them watch lazily as Yoongi bites the back of Taehyung’s neck, growling loud and feral, grinding into his ass as he comes. His black tail swishes choppily from side to side.

Taehyung shivers, growls back, and his claws dig into the wood of the table. The two of them stay pressed close for a moment before Yoongi unclenches his jaw and licks over Taehyung’s neck.

Jimin turns back to Jungkook. His bunny is a nice warm weight on top of him. Jimin’s fingers can’t stop gliding over Jungkook’s back, groping the globes of his ass, petting the twitching tail. He nuzzles Jungkook’s pink locks, presses a flurry of kisses between his bunny ears just to hear Jungkook giggle happily.

Loud purring starts up from the side, and Jimin glances over to see Taehyung and Yoongi scenting each other softly and trading kisses. Their easy affection for each other, the trust they have in each other, reminds Jimin of his predicament. A lump forms in his throat. Jimin hopes that he can get that same relationship back, that he hasn’t completely ruined it with Jungkook.

“Jungkookie, I really am sorry,” Jimin mumbles. He smooths over Jungkook’s soft ears, gentle and careful. “Do you forgive me?” he asks with dread in his heart.

Jungkook hums in thought for a second then turns to press his lips over where Jimin’s heart is hammering painfully in his chest. 

“I forgive you,” he whispers, and Jimin exhales heavily in relief.

It’s too easy, Jimin thinks. 

But he also knows how selfless and kind his bunny is, how his heart is so full of love. That’s what’s so precious about Jungkook. His alluring scent, his pretty face, his gorgeous body – it all pales in comparison to just how lovely the bunny is. It’s no surprise he forgave Jimin that quickly, there’s not a bad bone in Jungkook’s body.

Jimin knows he doesn’t deserve the bunny, never did. He’s selfish and possessive, and maybe Jungkook would be better off with someone else. But Jimin just clutches the bunny harder, pulls him closer. He’s never letting his bunny go.

***

Jin shows up at Jimin and Jungkook’s doorstep a few days later after his run-in with Jimin. He thinks he’s given the couple enough time to talk about adding a third to their relationship. From Jimin’s reaction and his afternoon spent with Jungkook, Jin is nearly a hundred percent positive he won’t be rejected. And yet he was compelled to make an effort anyway.

It’s not difficult to find where the snake and bunny live. Jungkook’s sweet scent is like a siren’s call to Jin, so potent and so incredibly alluring. The way it mixes with Jimin’s earthier tones is just pure perfection. He tracks that tantalizing concoction of scents right to their home.

Jimin is sunning on a large mossy rock in the middle of the meadow in front of a yawning cave entrance. His black scales glint in the last warm rays of the autumnal sun. He looks relaxed and at ease, long tail hanging off the rock and laying in the grass.

Jungkook is right next to him. The bunny has spread himself on his tummy, legs dangling in the air as he licks and nips at Jimin’s neck and shoulders.

The both of them make such a gorgeous picture that Jin has to take a deep breath and center himself before slinking out of the cover of trees.

The noise he makes has Jungkook’s bunny ears perking up immediately, his head lifting and swiveling towards the sound. Jimin grumbles something incoherent. His eyes blink open slowly, forked tongue flicking out. And then both of them are sitting up on the rock, eyes widening.

“Hello, my darlings,” Jin greets with a dazzling smile that has never failed him to get what he wants.

“Jin, what the hell?” Jimin says, staring at one of the courting gifts Jin brought.

Jin gently places the basket on the ground before dropping the boar that he’s been carrying on his shoulders with a loud thud next to it. The fruits and berries for Jungkook were a much more manageable task than the boar for Jimin. The animal put up quite the fight, leaving Jin with a gash on his side that Namjoon helped him bandage up. It’s now hidden under the loose shirt he’s wearing, preferring that no other predator sees his injury and thinks him weak.

“It’s for you,” Jin declares.

The twin open-mouthed and starstruck expressions on his darlings’ faces make Jin grin, happy and proud of himself. It was worth the effort.

Jin plucks the flower crown that Hobi helped him make from the basket and approaches the rock. He leans over Jimin and perches the crown on Jungkook’s head. The blue and white flowers contrast perfectly with Jungkook’s pink hair, and Jin congratulates himself on picking wisely.

“There,” he mumbles as he brushes a lock of Jungkook’s hair off his forehead, “prettier than I could have even imagined.” He winks at the bunny and delights at the blush that spreads over his cheeks, at the way he ducks his head shyly into Jimin’s shoulder.

“You got us courting gifts,” Jimin whispers. His eyes stray from the flowers in Jungkook’s hair to the quite large boar lying on the ground. “Both of us.”

Jimin’s insecurities haven’t escaped Jin’s notice. He’s been trained to note and commit to memory every little detail about his targets after all. And even though his sweethearts aren’t targets, they’re still someone Jin wants to know everything and anything about.

“Of course, darling,” Jin tells him and lifts a hand to caress the scales on Jimin’s cheek, captivated by the way they change color in the sunlight. “It’s what we talked about, no? That I want both of you.” He directs his attention to Jungkook as the bunny has been silent so far. “You did talk about it, right?”

Jungkook nods carefully as if afraid to move too much lest the flower crown falls off. It’s incredibly endearing. “Jiminie told me what you two talked about. That you want to be with us.”

“I do,” Jin confirms easily, truthfully.

Ever since he caught a whiff of Jungkook’s scent that afternoon, he knew he had to have the bunny by any means necessary. The fact that Jungkook turned out to be the neediest horniest little thing didn’t hurt either. All that coupled with Jungkook’s playfulness and overall sweetness solidified Jin’s need to have him.

Jimin turned from an obstacle he had to overcome to a pleasant surprise when Jin met him. Not only does the snake smell so enticing and is as beautiful as the bunny, he’s also incredibly fierce and a force to be reckoned with. After their impromptu romp in the woods, Jin had no doubt that both hybrids were meant for him.

“And do you want me?” he asks even though he knows Jungkook has liked him from the start. The bunny is just too easy to read, an open book for someone like Jin.

Jungkook’s bottom lip juts out. Out of the corner of his eye, Jin notices Jimin smirking.

“You tricked me and lied to me,” Jungkook says. He crosses his arms and frowns in what Jin thinks is supposed to be anger, but just looks adorable on the pretty bunny.

Jin cocks his head to the side. Angry Jungkook is not something he planned for. But he supposes it makes sense. Jin did use his talents to get what he wanted and, like many of Jin’s targets, Jungkook doesn’t seem to appreciate having been lied to. Not that it’s too big of a problem for Jin. The bunny is too nice to stay angry at anyone long. He’ll give right in when Jin apologizes, he’s sure of that.

So Jin plants his hands on the rock by Jimin’s tail and leans close to Jungkook, locking gazes with him. He uses everything he has in his arsenal to sway the bunny. The eye contact, his own scent, physical proximity, the timbre of his voice – all of it is perfectly tailored to get the reaction Jin wants.

“I’m so sorry, honey,” Jin says, voice low and intimate, full of as much contriteness as he can muster. “I couldn’t leave you hurting. And you wouldn’t have let me take care of you otherwise.”

Jungkook’s expression melts instantly. His pout turns into parted lips, his eyes back to being round and starry.

“Such a sweet thing like you should never suffer,” Jin continues, laying it on thick. “I saw you crying and knew I had to fix it. It wasn’t right of me to lie to you, I admit. But I couldn’t just leave you there all aching, now could I?” It’s only partially true. There was a part of him that was worried about the bunny, but the bigger part simply wanted to claim him. Not that Jungkook needs to know that.

“I’m sorry, Jungkookie,” Jin apologizes again, going in for the kill. “Will you forgive me, precious?”

Galaxies swirl in Jungkook’s wide eyes. The bunny nods several times, seemingly unconsciously leaning in closer to Jin. “I forgive you,” he whispers.

A smile spreads over Jin’s lips. Just as easy as he thought. His tail wags happily as he presses his lips to Jungkook’s for a soft peck.

“I got you some treats,” Jin mumbles against Jungkook’s lips. The bunny pulls back quickly, wiggling excitedly, nose scrunching with his grin. “Go on.” Jin nods towards the overflowing basket.

“Thank you, Jinnie,” Jungkook says, drops a hasty kiss on Jin’s cheek before scrambling over Jimin’s large tail and off the rock.

Jimin huffs where he sits, and Jin’s eyes stray to his disgruntled expression. “I had to grovel on my knees for forgiveness when Jungkook was pissed at me, and all it takes you is some pretty words. Figures.” He crosses his arms and turns his head away, a prominent pout on his plush lips, fangs resting on the bottom one.

Jin laughs, squeaky and delighted. “You don’t have knees, my darling little snake.”

Jimin’s epic eye roll makes Jin laugh harder. When the amusement subsides, he takes Jimin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and turns his head back to face him.

“But I could get on my knees for you if you’d like,” Jin whispers softly, lips ghosting over Jimin’s jaw. There’s no need for his pretty snake to be all sullen; Jin’s had years to hone his skills.

Jimin’s breath stutters, and the corners of Jin’s lips twitch upwards. He wonders which side of Jimin will win out today. His need for control, or his wish to be taken care of and cherished?

Fingers wind in Jin’s long hair and Jimin clashes their mouths hard. His long forked tongue takes over Jin’s mouth, explores the very depths of it. Jimin’s fangs scratch at his bottom lip when the snake draws back. Their eyes meet, and Jin is sure his own pupils are just as blown as Jimin’s.

“Whoa,” Jungkook’s quiet little sound has them both turning to the bunny.

Jungkook is sitting daintily on his haunches in the grass. His lips are already stained red from the raspberries he likes so much that Jin made sure to get plenty. An awed sort of look is reflected in his gorgeous huge eyes.

Jin wiggles his eyebrows at Jungkook. “You like that, sweetheart? You’re not against sharing, are you?”

Jungkook shakes his head quickly. “Not with you,” he mumbles. The flower crown that Jin gave him now hangs off one of the bunny ears, swaying as the bunny moves. “You look really pretty together,” he adds, licking his stained lips. “Just like Taehyungie and Yoongi.”

“I think the three of us would look even prettier together,” Jimin muses. His hands card through Jin’s hair and he scratches behind one of his wolf ears, making a pleased tingle run down Jin’s spine, his tail wagging rapidly.

“So you accept my gift?” Jin asks and glances down to the boar.

Jimin looks at it too. Something shifts in him, his fingers tighten in Jin’s hair, his eyes gain a sharper quality. “You brought me a whole boar. It must’ve taken a lot of effort.”

Ah, he’s impressed. Probably even turned on by the thought of Jin providing for him if the darkening of his scent is any indication.

Jin hums and lifts the hem of his shirt to show the gash in his side. “It did,” he says simply.

Jungkook gasps and rushes over. “Oh no, does it hurt?” he asks, worried and so endearing.

Jimin’s reaction is that of a predator, though. He perks up in interest, muscles coiling and tensing. The vertical pupils in his eyes blow out completely, and the air around them gets suffused with his pleased scent.

Jin doesn’t stop Jimin from reaching out and grazing his fingers over the wound. It stings, and Jin winces. So, of course, Jimin presses down harder, mouth parted and eyes unblinking as he stares at the gash.

“You’re hurting him, Minnie,” Jungkook protests and tugs Jimin’s hand away by the wrist.

Even though Jin doesn’t mind, would probably get just as aroused and slightly feral if Jimin came back injured trying to hunt him a courting gift, he still turns to Jungkook with a pout. “Can you kiss it better, darling?”

Jungkook drops down to his knees immediately, pressing soft butterfly kisses over Jin’s ribs, just shy of the wound itself. Jin tangles his fingers in Jungkook’s locks, hums at his gentle ministrations. “Should I take it as a yes?” he asks Jimin with a smirk.

“Yeah, definitely,” Jimin says with a soft exhale. He lifts his eyes from where he was watching Jungkook’s lips press against Jin’s skin and then surges forward to kiss Jin again.

This time Jin takes control of the kiss. He licks over his pretty snake’s lips, grazes his tongue over one dangerous fang when Jimin opens his mouth for more, sinks his own sharp teeth into Jimin’s plush bottom lip, having him gasp.

But he can’t forget his other darling. So he pulls away from Jimin and glances down at Jungkook. “And how about my sweet bunny? Do you accept my courting?”

A bright smile stretches over Jungkook’s lips as he stands up. “Yes, I accept,” he says before leaning in for his own kiss, hands planted on Jin’s chest.

Jin is gentler with Jungkook. He knows the bunny can take a lot, might even prefer the rougher treatment, but this deserves a delicate and soft kiss. He hopes it assures Jungkook that Jin will do anything for him from now on. He will take care of both of his darlings at any cost.

“Want you to breed me again, Jinnie,” Jungkook mumbles into Jin’s mouth. “Miss having you inside me.” The bunny’s scent only confirms it, swirling sweet and thick around the three of them.

Jin’s tail wags excitedly at the prospect of doing just that. “Of course, honey. Anything you want.”

He turns Jungkook around to face Jimin and presses him against the rock. Jimin immediately takes the opportunity to claim Jungkook’s lips, both palms cupping the bunny’s cheeks. By the way Jungkook whimpers and trembles, Jin assumes it’s a decent kiss. A smile curves his own lips as he watches the two of them – so pretty and all his from now on.

While Jimin keeps Jungkook’s lips occupied, Jin ghosts his own mouth over the bunny’s throat. He tugs the shirt Jungkook is wearing away and skims his fangs over the now exposed shoulder. There’s a bite mark right in the center – the puncture of Jimin’s fangs prominent – and Jin scrapes his own sharp teeth over it. A little gasp escapes Jungkook at that, head lolling back against Jin’s shoulder.

Jin hums and nibbles gently on the mark before he lifts his eyes to meet with Jimin’s. The snake licks his lips, glances over the bunny who’s leaning heavily against Jin now.

“Want to run the show, darling?” Jin asks. His gaze stays locked on Jimin even as his lips press kisses to Jungkook’s skin, grip the bunny harder around the waist.

Jimin nods slowly. “Wanna watch our bunny take your knot,” he says. Jungkook whines, needy and high, and Jimin’s lips curl into a smirk, tongue flicking out. “And then I wanna fuck you while you’re still locked inside him.”

A growl slips past Jin’s lips as Jungkook nods enthusiastically at the tantalizing thought. Their Jiminie really has the best ideas. So Jin leans over Jungkook, reaches for Jimin with one hand to pull him in for a kiss as a reward. Their mouths meld together. Jin licks over Jimin’s lips insistently until the snake opens up and lets him inside. The kiss is filthy and needy, and has Jin’s chest rumbling with a pleased growl.

“That’s so hot,” Jungkook whispers from beside them.

Jin pulls away from Jimin, their lips connected by a string of saliva that Jimin quickly breaks with a flick of his tongue. He leans into Jungkook’s side, slipping his tongue into the other’s mouth easily, sharing his and Jimin’s saliva with the bunny. It satisfies a deep dark part of Jin when the bunny submits to him so easily, goes all pliant and whiney at Jin’s every touch and kiss. He nips at Jungkook’s lips before he pulls away, happy with how breathless Jungkook is now.

Jimin settles more comfortably on the rock, now straight in front of Jungkook, Jungkook’s thighs parting to make room for Jimin’s tail. Jungkook plants his hands on either side of Jimin, bracing himself and at the same time curving his perky ass beautifully for Jin. As the other two share another kiss, Jin takes it upon himself to get rid of Jungkook’s clothes and reveal all those glorious muscles Jungkook hides.

His hands glide over every inch of Jungkook’s skin – his marked up shoulders, down his biceps, over the shoulder blades, all the way down his back. He flicks Jungkook’s white cottontail just to hear the bunny gasp and see it twitch. Then he reaches lower, cups both of Jungkook’s ass cheeks in his hands and gives them a squeeze.

“Jinnie,” Jungkook moans against Jimin’s mouth. His head drops to Jimin’s shoulder, ass pushing back against Jin insistently. “Breed me, please. Want your knot. Been wanting it for days. Please please please,” he mumbles.

Jimin tsks before Jin can answer Jungkook. The snake’s eyes are narrowed and sharp. He tugs Jungkook’s head up by the hair and stares at him. “Didn’t I teach you better, baby? You gotta be patient, bun.” Then his eyes turn to Jin and a wicked smile quirks his lips. “Let our puppy take his time with you,” he whispers right in Jungkook’s ear, forked tongue tracing the shell of it.

Both Jin and Jungkook shiver.

Jin wants to protest being called a puppy. No one has used that term for him, not even the few predators he’s been involved with. It sounds slightly degrading coming from Jimin’s mouth with that look on his face, and Jin likes it more than he probably should. His tail whips excitedly without Jin’s consent, and Jimin’s eyes lock on it.

“Go on, puppy,” Jimin says, grin firmly in place. Jin’s ears burn with embarrassment and arousal, his only saving grace being his longer hair that covers them. “I’ve already had my fun with our bunny this morning so he should still be loose. But you might want to lick him clean.”

Jin takes that for the order that it is and goes down on his knees slowly. Jungkook is trembling and whimpering with anticipation, his little tail twitching constantly. He goes on the tiptoes of his paws, pushes his perky ass closer to Jin’s face. Jin huffs a laugh at the enthusiasm.

“With how needy you are, I’m thinking that Jimin didn’t do a good job fucking you today,” he comments as he caresses the globes of Jungkook’s ass, squeezes them hard and pulls the cheeks apart to reveal the bunny’s hole.

Jimin hisses, affronted, and Jungkook shakes his head, ears flopping and the flower crown swaying.

“He did so good,” Jungkook protests breathily. “Jiminie always takes care of me so good.”

Jin can see that. Jungkook’s pretty hole winks at him, slightly gaping, red and puffy around the rim, as it clenches and releases with the need to be filled. Jin runs a thumb over it time and time again, stimulating Jungkook to start producing slick. The bunny shudders bodily and gasps into Jimin’s shoulder where he’s hiding.

“I might change my mind about letting you knot Jungkookie if you keep talking nonsense,” Jimin glares at Jin. He’s gripping Jungkook’s bicep with one hand, the other petting Jungkook’s hair and bunny ears. “I always satisfy my bunny.”

Jin ducks his head, mostly to hide his grin, but also in a show of apology. “Of course, darling. I don’t doubt that.”

“Shut up and lick,” Jimin hisses at him.

So Jin complies. Not only because a pleasant tingle runs down his spine when Jimin gets so assertive, but also because Jungkook has started slicking up and the scent of it draws Jin in like a moth to a flame.

The taste of Jungkook bursts on his tongue as Jin glides his tongue over the wet pucker, and Jungkook’s pretty moans reach his ears, making them twitch and turn towards the sound to hear it better.

Jin licks in broad strokes at first, gulping down Jungkook’s sweet slick. His fingers dig into Jungkook’s ass cheeks where he keeps them open, his fingernails leaving white crescent shaped marks with the pressure of it. Once in a while, when taking a breath, Jin bites at Jungkook’s cheeks, sucks bruises onto them so the bunny would feel it when he sits down for the next few days.

Jungkook squirms and whines, and glances back at Jin with a pout and big glossy eyes. “Lick, please,” he asks so cutely that Jin can only chuckle and get back to it.

He gives the clenching hole a few kitten licks and butterfly kisses before forcing the tip of his tongue inside. The response from Jungkook is instantaneous. The bunny arches more, breathy ah-ah-ahs falling out of his mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Jimin murmurs to Jungkook. “Jin is doing so well, isn’t he? Are you enjoying, bun?”

“Uh-huh,” is Jungkook’s only answer before he goes back to moaning and whining, all desperate and needy, just like Jin and Jimin like him to be.

Jin keeps the tongue fucking up even as slick and saliva drip down his chin and neck. Jungkook is so wet, so hot and welcoming, and Jin can’t get enough of him. He tries to get as deep as possible, eats Jungkook out with enthusiasm. The taste of bitter cum reaches his senses, and Jin growls, arousal mounting within him, when he realizes he’s tasting Jimin in Jungkook’s hole.

Not being able to contain himself any longer, Jin gets up and nearly rips his own clothes off. There’s a frustrated dissatisfied grumble from Jungkook for having been abandoned so abruptly. 

Jimin chuckles. “Maybe my puppy needs to be taught some patience too,” he says with a smirk sent Jin’s way.

“Some other time,” Jin agrees, breathless, and then presses against Jungkook’s back.

He grips the bunny’s hips tight with one hand and uses his other to guide his achingly hard cock to Jungkook’s rim. It’s still too tight, even with Jimin having fucked Jungkook earlier and Jin having just eaten him out thoroughly, but Jin has no doubt that Jungkook enjoys the burn.

“Oh, Jin, wait, that’s–” Jungkook tries to say, his palm landing on Jin’s thigh as if to stop him. But Jungkook doesn’t push him away, doesn’t pull away himself, so Jin presses his cockhead inside.

The fit is as tight as Jin remembers from last time. Jungkook’s hole grips him like a vice, both pleasure and pain racing down Jin’s spine. Jimin soothes the bunny with gentle caresses to his cheeks and kisses to his lips.

“You’re doing so well, my baby,” he mumbles to Jungkook. “Jinnie is big, isn’t he? And you’re taking him so good. Such a good bunny, making me so proud. Just a little more, baby. Relax, Jungkookie.”

Jin lets Jimin handle Jungkook, grateful for it because now he can concentrate on simply feeling. He fucks the tip inside Jungkook and pulls back out. On the next thrust in, he sinks an inch deeper and doesn’t pull out all the way. The next push has him deeper still.  He fucks the bunny slow and controlled, huffing and puffing himself at the pleasure, the heat, the wetness. It’s absolutely mind-blowing being connected to Jungkook like this.

He feels the bunny relax around him and under him. Jungkook goes pliant, his stance widening to take Jin better, and he slumps forward to lean against Jimin. The trust Jungkook has in the two of them to take care of him makes pride swell in Jin’s chest, a pleased rumble making itself known.

Jin lifts his eyes from where he was watching his dick disappear into Jungkook’s pretty hole, the bunny’s cute little tail twitching just above it, and meets eyes with Jimin.

“Does he feel nice?” Jimin asks, voice gone low and a hiss prominent in his words. “Do you like fucking our sweet bunny?”

Jin nods with several jerky movements. “Yeah,” he breathes out and licks his lips. Saliva pools in his mouth, canines itching to bite as Jungkook’s neck is so naked and vulnerable right in front of him.

“Our bunny is such a good hole to fuck,” Jin continues. “Takes everything we give him so well.” He leans forward, ghosts his lips over Jungkook’s shoulder as he keeps his leisurely pace. “Such a good bun deserves to be bred full, don’t you think?” he asks Jimin.

Jungkook moans openly, wantonly. The sounds he makes stir the heavy heat in the pit of Jin’s belly. “Wanna be bred,” Jungkook whispers. He turns his head, lips attaching to Jimin’s neck, nibbling and suckling gently at the skin. “Please, Minnie,” he begs, not forgetting who’s really in charge right now. “Let Jinnie knot me. Wanna be full, want his pups.”

Jimin chuckles even as he tilts his head to the side to accommodate Jungkook’s need to nuzzle. “Bunny wants puppies? Want to be round and pretty, baby? You sure you can take it?”

“Yeah, yes,” Jungkook is quick to assure. He pecks and then bites at Jimin’s pulse point, having Jimin breathe in sharply.

Jimin’s sharp eyes slide to Jin. His hand leaves Jungkook’s bicep and tangles in Jin’s hair, tugging him closer. Their lips brush together but Jimin doesn’t kiss him. “Fuck him hard. Make me proud.”

Jin bites at Jimin’s bottom lip harshly. His canines snag on the skin, breaking it, and Jimin pulls back with a hiss. A grin spreads over Jin’s lips and he nods. “I’ll fuck him like he deserves.”

Jin grips Jungkook’s hips tight and starts an unrelenting pace. He fucks into Jungkook in quick rough thrusts, makes him rock forward hard, punches loud moans out of him. All the while, Jin keeps eye contact with Jimin. They stare at each other as Jin uses Jungkook for his pleasure, as Jimin’s hands run all over Jungkook absently.

“That’s it. Doing so good, baby,” Jimin murmurs, and Jin’s not sure if he’s talking to Jungkook or him. “Can you come for me? Wanna see you come.”

Not caring if it’s directed at him, Jin nods. He speeds up his thrusts, angles his hips just right to get Jungkook whining and trembling. The knot on the base of Jin’s dick inflates, sensitive to the touch. It catches on Jungkook’s rim with every thrust, making them both groan.

“Come on, my babies,” Jimin encourages. “You look so pretty together. Fill our bunny up, puppy. Be a good boy for me and knot our bunny, give him those pups that he wants so much.”

And that’s the last straw for Jin. He pushes against Jungkook insistently, the knot popping in and locking inside Jungkook as Jin begins to come.

The sensation is overwhelming. It’s pleasure like no other, consuming Jin’s whole being, taking his breath away. It tingles from his groin right to the very tips of his fingers where he’s gripping onto Jungkook so tight. Heat suffuses him, insistent and scorching away all other thought except for the trembling bunny in his arms.

Jin wraps around Jungkook tightly, his hips grinding into the bunny’s ass. The first orgasm was the strongest, but now Jin can actually think even as he keeps coming inside Jungkook. Tiny trembles of pleasure still run down his spine.

Jungkook is panting harshly against Jimin’s throat. He hums as Jin starts kissing over his shoulders and up his neck. “That was nice, thank you,” he mumbles.

Jin snorts, and Jimin laughs brightly. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Jin says into Jungkook’s skin. His hand slides down to grip Jungkook’s ass cheek, just enjoying having it in his palm.

“My baby is so polite,” Jimin praises. He cups Jungkook’s cheeks and raises his head to pepper kisses all over Jungkook’s face. The bunny giggles and both the predators smile at seeing him happy and sated.

“I thought I was your baby too,” Jin teases Jimin lazily. 

He’s content beyond belief. There’s a pretty bunny in his arms, an equally pretty snake to admire right in front of him, he’s snug inside a tight heat and his need to breed has been appeased – Jin can’t imagine anything better.

“Ah,” Jimin says. “But you’re my puppy.” 

He releases one of Jungkook’s cheeks to card his fingers through Jin’s unruly hair. His nails scratch at Jin’s scalp, behind his wolfy ear, making the wolf lean into his palm with a pleased little grumble. His tail starts wagging rapidly.

“Did I do well? Don’t I deserve a reward?” Jin asks, remembering what Jimin promised earlier.

A smug smile graces Jimin’s lips. “What do you think, Kook-ah?” he wonders, eyes going to Jungkook and gaze softening instantly. “Should I reward our puppy? Did he fuck you good enough?”

Jungkook hums, cocks his head to the side as if he’s thinking it over. So Jin slaps his ass cheek with a grumbled yah, and Jungkook squeaks and giggles.

“He did good,” Jungkook says and sends a grin over his shoulder to Jin. “You should give him his reward, Min.”

Jimin presses a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek. “Alright. Let me up.”

Jungkook leans back against Jin fully, exhaling shakily as Jin’s knot rubs against his walls when he moves. Jin rubs Jungkook’s distended belly and watches Jimin slither off the rock gracefully, black scales glinting green and dark blue in the sunlight.

Jimin moves behind Jin, his hands caressing over both Jungkook’s and Jin’s sides as he goes. And then both his hands are on Jin, sliding over his shoulders and down his back to grip his ass.

Jin can’t help the excited wagging of his tail or the way he squeezes Jungkook tighter in anticipation. He’s finally stopped coming inside the bunny, but his knot is still swollen and sensitive, and the arousal swirls hot and heavy in his gut.

“So excited,” Jimin chuckles as he grips Jin’s bushy tail. “Does the puppy like the idea of getting fucked?”

Jin looks back at Jimin. “Only by someone as good at it as you,” he says and gets the desired effect of Jimin smirking smugly, pleased as punch.

Jimin leans in to peck Jin’s lips quickly before raining kisses down his shoulders and back. Jin hums and returns his attention to the bunny hanging off his knot.

Jungkook is now half lying on the mossy rock, arms under himself to cushion his body. His head is angled to the side, eyes closed, bunny ears flopped and relaxed. There’s a little curl to his lips.

“You look happy, sweetheart,” Jin comments, his own hands mirroring what Jimin’s doing to him on Jungkook.

Jungkook’s lips twitch, his smile widening. “I am,” he says simply.

The pride that swells within Jin at having pleased one of his darlings so well is insurmountable. He presses his lips to Jungkook’s back, licks the sweat right off it, and exhales shakily over the wet skin when Jimin’s finger dips between Jin’s cheeks to graze his hole.

The touch is dry even as Jimin gently rubs the tight pucker, clearly expecting something that won’t happen.

“I don’t slick,” Jin tells him. “Use Jungkookie’s.”

Jimin hums in acknowledgement, butterflies a kiss over Jin’s shoulder blade before pressing fully to his back. His hand smooths over Jin’s hip and down to his groin. Jungkook shudders, Jin joining him, when Jimin touches where they’re connected.

There’s plenty of slick covering Jungkook’s ass and his and Jin’s thighs, so Jimin gathers a good amount. Fingers now wet, he returns them to Jin’s hole. 

The touch is much more satisfying this time. It has Jin’s forehead dropping to Jungkook’s shoulder, a bit overwhelmed as he’s not been touched there in a while.

“So tight,” Jimin whispers as if to himself as he pushes a finger in. It’s short but thick, and has Jin clenching instinctively. 

“Relax, pup,” Jimin murmurs into his skin. His tongue laves over Jin’s neck, the finger moving in and out at a leisurely pace.

Once Jin gets comfortable with what Jimin’s doing, his tail starts up a slow swish back and forth. Jimin grabs the base of it to keep it out of his way. He pulls his finger out and pushes two in. There’s resistance and Jin tries to relax again.

So he diverts his attention from being fingered open to Jungkook’s throat that’s right beneath his lips. Jin skims his canines over Jungkook’s pulse point, feels it jump under his lips.

“You can bite,” Jungkook whispers, seemingly not wanting to disturb the quiet atmosphere they’ve set.

Jin hums in thanks and lets his jaw open. His gums have been itching for a while now and sinking his teeth into Jungkook’s nape is as relieving as an orgasm. The bunny jolts underneath him, a little ah escaping him, and then he’s melting in Jin’s arms with a heavy sigh.

Seeing the wolf distracted, Jimin takes the opportunity to push another finger into Jin. He wiggles them inside, strokes Jin’s walls, stretching him wonderfully. It takes a minute but he finds that spot and strokes over it enthusiastically.

The growl that vibrates Jin’s chest is loud and feral. His dick twitches inside Jungkook as heat spreads throughout him again at Jimin’s ministrations. Jin hasn’t realized how much he’s missed this particular kind of pleasure until he’s been granted it.

“That’s it,” Jimin coos at him.

“Feels good, right?” Jungkook mumbles, words slurred as he’s seemingly having a tough time talking. “Minnie’s so good with his fingers.”

Jin can only hum his agreement, teeth still in Jungkook’s neck. Saliva drips down Jungkook’s throat, mixing with the blood from Jin’s bite, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind. He stays still and pliant under Jin, hole clenching around Jin’s dick once in a while.

After he’s managed to stuff four fingers inside Jin, Jimin seemingly deems him prepped enough. His cockhead rubs against the tight rim, teasing only for a second, and then he pushes in.

Jin’s growl stutters, breath hitching at the sensation of being filled. And then it starts up louder and more unrestrained.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Jimin hisses out, settling inside Jin, the fit snug. “You like that, puppy?” he asks as he pulls back only to slam back into Jin with a harsh thrust.

The force of Jimin’s movements has Jin pushing against Jungkook, making the bunny mewl and whine as the knot is forced impossibly deeper inside him.

Jin’s battle with his feral animal side is a losing one. Being enveloped by Jungkook’s heat and tightness, having his teeth sunken so possessively in Jungkook’s nape, being roughly taken by Jimin – it all overwhelms Jin’s senses. His always calculating brain shuts up, his usual poise crumbles, and there’s nothing but the wolf in him that’s left in the wake.

Jin grips Jungkook tighter, starts biting him all over, leaving his marks in between Jimin’s. The growl coming from the depths of Jin’s chest is constant now as the three of them rock together. It’s accompanied by Jungkook’s breathy moans and Jimin’s low hiss. The sounds of their mating fill the meadow, echoing off the trees.

Jimin’s fingers dig into the wound on Jin’s side. Several drops of blood trickle down Jin’s ribs as the gash is aggravated and he growls his displeasure at the pain, turning back to chomp his teeth at the snake in irritation. But Jimin simply grins. “Mine, all mine,” he mumbles and leans in to kiss Jin.

It’s more biting than actual kissing, Jin past the point of being able to make it gentle. Jungkook’s blood mixes with Jimin’s in Jin’s mouth as he chomps on Jimin’s lips, breaking skin. 

Jimin hisses loudly and pulls back, his own fangs on display in show of aggression. They stare at each other as Jimin’s thrusts turn sharper, rougher. His claws dig into Jin’s skin and hold on tight.

The heat in Jin’s belly reaches a boiling point. He huffs as he defers to Jimin this time and turns to bite Jungkook again.

“Ah, yes, yes, please,” the bunny garbles out. He grabs Jin’s hand off his distended tummy and pulls it lower, to his small neglected cock.

Jungkook has to do most of the work, using Jin’s hand to bring himself pleasure. All Jin can think about is his canines in Jungkook’s shoulder, his knot swelling back up in Jungkook’s hole, and Jimin’s cock hitting the electric spot inside him and sending sparks of white hot pleasure down his spine.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” is Jimin’s eloquent addition to Jungkook’s moans, and then he’s spilling inside Jin.

Jimin’s hot cum filling Jin up triggers Jin’s own orgasm. His growl stutters and peters out as he comes into Jungkook again. Even the knot can’t contain all of Jin’s cum and it spills past where they’re connected, trickling down both their thighs.

Jungkook trembles and whimpers as he finishes with them. Jin’s fingers, wrapped around Jungkook’s cock, get splattered with warm cum that trickles over them.

No one speaks for a good minute. There’s only the sound of heavy breathing as all three of them bask in the afterglow of their mating. Jin can feel their heartbeats, hard and thunderous against his back and chest, like permanent imprints. Slowly, they synch with his own.

Jin’s head gets clearer with every passing second and he releases the hard clench he has on Jungkook’s nape. The skin is red and irritated there, already bruising. Jin licks at the wound gently in a silent apology. Jungkook just sighs beneath him.

Meanwhile, Jimin presses forceful kisses to Jin’s back. A chant of mine mine mine falls from his lips, whispered against Jin’s skin. It brings a different sort of heat to simmer deep within Jin. This one is pure warmth and comfort, and Jin knows it will last forever.

Once Jimin slips out, his cum rolling down Jin’s thighs, Jimin bends down to peck Jin’s hole that’s clenching around empty air. He licks over it in a fat long stripe, collecting some of the cum. Jin grumbles and shudders at the attention.

“I think I found a way to effectively shut you up,” Jimin says.

Jin hears the grin in his voice but can’t turn around and check because Jimin is now plastered to his back, his arms reaching around Jin to touch Jungkook too.

“That just took me by surprise,” Jin mumbles back, voice gravelly with how much growling he did. “I’ll know better next time.”

Jimin laughs, shaking against Jin’s back. “I’m that good, huh?”

Jin reaches back to pinch his side, and Jimin squawks and pulls back with another chuckle. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked.”

“Whatever you say, pup,” Jimin dismisses him.

Jungkook wiggles beneath Jin, a soft whine leaving him. “I’m tired of standing up,” he complains.

“Aw, my poor baby,” Jimin reacts immediately. 

He helps them rearrange so they lie in the grass on their sides. Jimin fits himself against Jungkook’s front but his tail wraps around both Jin and Jungkook possessively.

Jin nuzzles Jungkook’s hair, breathes in lungfulls of their scents swirling and mixing together so deliciously. The sun beating down on them makes him sluggish. He wants nothing more than to lie here with his darlings for the foreseeable future.

“Does it hurt?” Jin asks and licks over the deep bite he left on Jungkook’s nape. The skin is hot and seems to pulse under Jin’s tongue.

“Mmm, yeah,” Jungkook breathes out, sounding sleepy. “But I like it.”

Jin’s knot goes down finally and he slips out of Jungkook. The bunny groans and rolls onto his back, eyes closed. Jin reaches out to swipe the pink curls off his forehead, enchanted by the sweet satisfied look on Jungkook’s face. His cheeks are rosy, lips plumped up from him biting at them, and he looks absolutely ethereal bathed in the last rays of the autumnal sun.

“He’s so pretty, right?” Jimin near whispers, eyes locked on Jungkook too. He sounds just as smitten as Jin feels.

Jin runs his eyes over the snake’s features. Jimin blinks at him lazy and satisfied, his posture relaxed. The scales dotted around his face glint in the sunlight, and his dangerous fangs rest on his bottom lip that has several nicks from Jin’s canines.

Jin hums in agreement and lifts a hand to cup Jimin’s cheek. “You’re pretty too, darling,” he says and leans in to press their mouths together.

Jimin winces at the sting of the fresh wounds on his lip but doesn’t move away. Instead, he opens his mouth inviting Jin to explore.

“Where’s my kiss?” Jungkook interrupts them, sounding whiny and needy. When Jin pulls away from Jimin, there’s the expected pout to Jungkook’s lips.

Jimin pouts back at Jungkook exaggeratedly. “We neglected our baby bunny. We’re so sorry, little one.”

“Our bunny did so well,” Jin continues. “Deserves all the kisses he wants.” He meets eyes with Jimin and they grin at each other before descending onto Jungkook.

They kiss everywhere they can reach – Jungkook’s cheeks, his forehead, his nose, down his neck, over his shoulders and chest. The bunny squirms and giggles between them.

“No,” he groans between fits of laughter. “I want a real kiss.”

Jin feels his ears being tugged on and lifts his head. Jungkook’s bottomless eyes bore into him, impossible to resist. “Kiss me,” Jungkook demands and Jin can’t help but obey.

Their kiss is soft and gentle. Jungkook exhales in relief, his fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape of Jin’s neck, carding through without much intent. Jin lets their tongues touch, glides his own over Jungkook’s, enjoys the soft whimpers Jungkook lets slip.

After, it’s Jimin’s turn. His eyes have that possessive glint when he leans down to capture Jungkook’s lips. The bunny goes absolutely pliant for him, opening his mouth and letting Jimin claim him however he wants.

They look absolutely breathtaking together, and Jin can’t believe he’s lucky enough to finally call them his.

“My mates,” he mumbles to himself and reaches out to caress Jimin’s cheek, to glide his fingers down Jungkook’s throat to one of the bite marks he left. Jin’s heart feels as if it’s about to burst and he has to take a steadying breath.

Jimin licks his lips as he pulls away from Jungkook. “No more additions,” he says seriously. “No fucking random hybrids no matter how pretty they are.”

Jin chuckles at the overt jealousy in Jimin’s voice. Between the two of them, Jimin really takes the cake on being the more possessive one.

“What if,” Jungkook begins, eyes wide and innocent looking, “they’re not random? Tae said he’d lend me Yoongi–”

Jimin’s low hiss interrupts Jungkook instantly. “No fucking Taehyung or Yoongi,” he says, voice hard and eyes narrowing at Jungkook.

The bunny huffs. “Fine,” he mumbles petulantly. Then he sits up, fixes the flower crown in his hair, and pushes at Jimin’s chest so the snake would land on his back in the grass. “Then I’m riding you,” he declares with no shame and settles on top of Jimin.

“Insatiable,” Jimin accuses, eyes rolling. But a smile tugs the corners of his lips up. He turns his gaze to Jin. “Are you gonna help me or what?”

“You can always count on me, darling,” Jin winks at him.

He rolls to his knees and grabs Jungkook’s bunny ears to force his head back. Jungkook gasps, eyes wide and mouth dropping open. His butt wiggles excitedly atop Jimin.

“How do you want to do this?” Jin asks, eyes straying to Jimin.

Jimin’s tongue flicks out and his gaze roams over both Jin and Jungkook hungrily. A slow predatory grin spreads over Jimin’s lips, promising nothing but trouble.

Soft sounds of pleasure and words of praise echo in their meadow long after the sun goes down.