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Jimin runs.
He runs like his life depends on it, because right now it does.
He runs and doesn’t think about the friends he’s left behind. Doesn’t think about the life he’ll no longer be able to live, memories turned to nothing but ash.
He definitely doesn’t think about those he’ll have to mourn.
Instead he thinks about how far his legs can take him, the right turns to take and when to jump, hindered by the dark night and taking everything as it comes, only able to see a few feet in front of him.
The dark truth that he refuses to face is that there’s not much hope for him. Even with a head start he can tell the two wolves behind him are starting to catch up.
His skin prickles with a scorching heat, bubbling from within and so so similar to the flames plaguing his village. He’d never seen so much fire, the heat of it suffocating as it jumped to each hut. He woke to the screams first and with that came the hollers of the raiders, the crackle as wooden pillars burned and collapsed.
He thanks his father for being able to escape. When he’d been Jimin’s own age his father had built their home as the final gift of courtship, a modest two bedroom for themselves and their future pup. Jimin’s father loves to tell stories of his mother, from the food she planted to the medicines she foraged. They were so different, he’d say, and that’s why they worked.
She taught him to appreciate the little things, slowing down his hectic lifestyle. His father was almost the stereotypical Alpha. He was and still is one of the best hunters of his pack, a fiery passion for creating the best future for everyone. Jimin very rarely sees him this way, used to the man with smile lines who still insists on cooking him dinner, recipes from his wife’s book and vegetables from her own garden, refusing to let go of her until the end.
Jimin soaks up each tale, desperate to hear more about the woman he never got to know.
She’d died during childbirth and he struggled for a while without a mother, but his father made sure to give him enough love for the both of them.
He’d built their home further on the outskirts on their pack for the sake of his mother’s passion for gardening, a fact that would save his sons life in the future.
Jimin curses him. He could be here with him. They could have made it out together. Ever the hero he made sure Jimin got out of the compound first before going back to fight.
Jimin can still feel the ghost of the kiss his father had given him on his forehead. He’s heard I love you’s from his father before, but this one sounded different.
He knew he wasn’t going to make it back alive, no matter how much Jimin had screamed and demanded he run away with him.
As tucked away they were, it’s not surprising that he caught the attention from two of the raiders, the wolfs quickly gaining speed on him. It wouldn’t have taken much; the wrong breeze at the wrong time, sending his scent wafting straight to his attackers.
It’s be practically impossible to lose track of an Omega in heat.
He heaves instead of breaths, sweat pouring off in bucket loads. Even with trembling legs he refuses to give up. If he’s not going to come out of this alive he’s at least going to go down fighting.
It’s only a matter of time until he’s caught, his two legs nothing compared to their four. He’s never had to think too hard about the difference besides Omegas and Alphas but they stick out like a sore thumb now, potentially leading him to his demise.
If he could only turn, step into a new body with new capabilities. If he could only tap into his wolf as deep as the Alphas can, he might’ve had a chance.
His legs burn, each intake of breath pulsing with pain. He wants to live, he’s not ready to die, but no matter how far he runs, how fast, he knows his scent’s too strong to lose.
They could have caught him by now. He’s never had to worry about being the fastest runner or any other survival instincts before, making him all the easier to tease and taunt.
They’re definitely toying with him. At one point he could feel their breaths, the nips at his ankles, and then the next they’re falling back.
Giving chase. He recalls one of the hunters, Min-Kyu, talking about how they sometimes liked to let their prey think they have a chance. It makes it more fun, they said.
He wonders if this is how all those animals had felt in their last moments; like the small ray of hope was so close in front of them but so far away.
He wonders if Min-Kyu is dead now.
One of the wolves growls, the sound so much closer than he was expecting. He stumbles over his own two legs in fright, the air leaving him when he collides with the hard forest floor.
The wolves howl and yip behind him, clearly enjoying his pain, and even though inside he’s screaming at himself to get up, he strains to move.
No longer running, the daze of heat starts to catch up to him again, his movements turning sluggish when he tries to stand to face his aggressors.
He picks up a fallen stick, wielding it like a sword. He knows he looks pathetic, wobbling where he kneels, but he’s got to do something.
“Stay back!” He tries to sound gruff, something to scare them off, but his voice wobbles instead.
The wolves stalk closer, now doing it slowly with their prey so close in front of them. They’re low to the ground, ready to pounce on him when they see fit.
Jimin can hear his heart as if it were in his ears. He doesn’t want this to be the last thing he sees. Holding onto the useless hope that someone has to be out there, he throws his head back and howls as loud as he can muster.
It’s rusty. Aside from messing around he’s never done a fully fledged howl before, not many in his pack had. He’s only heard someone howl twice, both times had been anonymously outside his compound.
The wolves snap at him, the mouths frothing. They seem to be done playing with him.
Clearly he can’t scare them off, so he tries to appeal to their emotions.
“Please.” He begs, not having to fake the tears that fall. “You don’t have to do this. Just leave me here, you can walk away. Don’t do this.”
He crawls back with each advance, pleading for his life as he prays to the gods. I’ve been good. Don’t let me die like this.
He’s heard the horror stories of what raiders do. When the older boys and girls would stay late around the campfire, they’d normally kick the younger pups out, Jimin included. But sometimes they’d let them listen, always amping up the stories to give them a fright.
None of them ever ended very well. One of his earliest memories when he presented as an Omega was what he was told happened to them when they were caught by outsiders and when he wasn’t awake and writhing he’d been plagued by nightmares.
He learnt that there are things worse than death. He’s scared of experiencing them first hand.
One of the wolves lurches forward, snagging Jimin’s night shirt in its maw and tugging. The fabric easily gives way and Jimin sobs, desperately trying to kick them away.
They must get irritated of his flying legs, evident when one of them snags onto his ankle and yanks. Jimin wails, a high pitched keen at the back of his throat. The wolf bites down hard and he instantly knows that there’s no chance to run now.
He curls in on himself, sobbing into his hands. It’s almost childish the way the hides, like if he can’t see them then they can’t see him. It’s futile, he knows, but it’s the only thing that makes him feel protected at the moment.
He’s still wailing, the pitch getting higher and higher, mixing in with the growling around him.
He only stops when he hears a agonising screech and realises it didn’t come from himself, eyes snapping open just to see teeth clashing as a new wolf jumps into the fray.
He thought the others were big, but this new player is terrifying. The first wolf it jumped on crumples under the weight, no match against such a daunting animal.
There’s no way this is a wolf. Jimin thinks, heartbeat racing when the wolf bites onto the scruff of the fallen animal and rips. The wounded animal howls and bucks under it, the wolf not heading any of its kicks and digging his canines in again, hard enough that even Jimin can hear the blood churning crack that follows.
He attacks them with a feral ferocity, a permanent snarl dripping with blood.
This is a wolf, but no ordinary one. Jimin realises. He’s in the presence of one of his packs most talked about folk tales, a scary story to make children do their chores.
The wolf locks eyes with him. Jimin wonders if it can smell the slick that just gushed out.
He’s a Rogue. There’s no other explanation. Forged by the devils, praying on lost wolves foolish enough to wander. Whole being the colour of the midnight sky, black eyes seeing through your soul. You won’t even realise you’re dead until you see the glint of its teeth.
That’s what his father told him once when he was eight and refused to go to bed on time, threatening him that while on patrol he’ll find a Rogue and put it in his closet.
Everyone had their own spin on it. The elders frequently spoke of the size. The smallest as big as horses, the biggest towering over trees.
Their nurse had been known to tell the children of their cannibilistic behaviour, preferring wolf meat over anything.
Jimin realises now that they did like to exaggerate some things. The wolf in front of him doesn’t have black eyes, instead red, appearing like they’re glowing amidst the black fur. It’s certainly big though, making the others look like pups in comparison. As for the cannibalism, he doesn’t want to find out.
The second wolf pounces, jumping onto its back and sinking its claws in. The Rogue bellows, the sound vibrating the ground, and throws himself to the ground with a quick roll. The wolf on his back is hurled off with the force of the drop, body crushed under the sheer weight and while it’s left in a daze, the Rogue lunges at the already injured wolf who’d foolishly tried to attack.
The wolf had no hope and despite the hatred Jimin feels he can admit the wolf died a brave death, fighting until the end even though he had to know there was no match against such a beast.
The Rogue doesn’t care to dance around things, doesn’t care to give the remaining wolf a chance to regain itself. As it struggles to stand, swaying in its spot, the Rogue snaps at its hind leg, yanking it flat on its side and swinging it around like a toy. It gives it a final throw, the wolf crashing into several of the tightly packed trees. Its leg lays strangely, Jimin not wanting to look long enough to figure out why less he gags.
The Rogue stalks up to it, snarling at the wolfs whimpers. It presses a paw onto its side, keeping it still when it clamps down and rips its throat out.
For the first time that night, it’s quiet. Time stops as he watches, waiting for the Alpha’s next move.
It turns and Jimin freezes at those piercing eyes, frozen in place as the wolf gets closer and closer.
There’s a low rumble coming from it and Jimin doesn’t really understand what it means but he’s desperate not to anger it. The Rogue steps over him and Jimin lays flat on his back, turning his neck when the Alpha sniffs at him. It growls at his display of submission and despite not being around turned wolves enough to understand their sounds, he thinks it’s pleased.
“Who are you?” He asks, whimpering when it licks a fat strips up the column of his throat.
It doesn’t respond to him, Jimin’s not sure if it even can. He doesn’t know how far the truth goes regarding tales on Rogues and where the pretend starts to surface. He thinks this wolf used to be human at some point, and maybe still is.
It must’ve had a hard life to be so immersed in its wolf. He wonders how long it’s been since it’s been human, if it even remembers what it looks like.
The Rogue has obviously been through turmoil. Jimin doesn’t even have to see it fight to know this, can tell just by seeing the height of it, how its long nails easily dig into the earth and how its teeth cut into flesh like butter.
It’s been shaped by the environment around it, getting pushed further and further into its true Alpha state.
He’s never seen anything like this and he doubts any of his pack mates have, aside from maybe a few hunters that have had an unfortunate run in. Most packs prefer their human forms, the possibilities practically endless. They’re able to build amazing structures, cook and plant, treat wounds better and so much more.
There’s no need to be a wolf, the ability to turn for most Alpha’s being a fun way to play fight if they aren’t hunting, even then they’re in no way staying long enough in their true form to slip back so far.
Living without a pack, without the protection of walls is different. Your chances of wining a fight against a predator or fellow wolf is greater with a sharp set of teeth and four sets of claws rather than thumbs. When snow falls, a layer of skin can only do so much. Fur will get you much further.
It’s suicide to be a human in the wild. Jimin’s very quickly finding that out.
A sense of safety rushes over him, the wolf coating him in his pheromones. The high of death fades, his heat starting to creep back up. Having this Alpha so close to his scent glands is suffocating, the undeniable smell of pure Alpha taking over his senses mixed in with something uniquely him.
At first Jimin thinks his intense scent is just a Rogue thing, until it clicks.
He’s on his rut.
He’s smelt the tang of an Alpha’s arousal before. Back when he wanted to visit one of his friends and their parents had stopped him at their doorstep, explaining that he was having his rut and Jimin could visit after.
The same type of arousal is in the air now, a twist on it matching perfectly for the Alpha standing over him. That’s why his scent is so strong, it’s got no control over his pheromones, at its mercy to let them go haywire.
The Rogue nips across his shoulder and down his arm, gently clasping its jaw around his wrist until he’s sitting, coating it in the blood of the raiders as it does. Jimin’s confused at first, unsure what the wolf wants. When it leans down in front of him, belly pressed to the ground, it clicks.
Jimin wants out of the situation. He wants to be away from the stench of death, away from his own potential death, away from the place he can still see the faint glow of his home burning. If that means getting on the back of the Devil incarnated then so be it.
Maybe the rogue doesn’t even feel when he grips on it so hard his knuckles turn white, or maybe it does but just doesn’t care to bark at him, but he’s thankful because the fur is soft in his hands, tickling his nose when he lays into and calming his racing heart.
Logically the wolf could be taking him anywhere to do anything with him but Jimin doesn’t want to think of that. Instead he gives the wolf all his trust, closing his eyes and letting his heat put him under.
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Jimin wakes with a jolt when he’s dropped to the ground. The rogue at least had to decency to lower himself before bucking him off.
Jimin whines, writhing on the stone fall. It’s even darker now, the moonlight barely able to reach them so deep into the cave.
The Alpha’s scent is impossibly stronger here. This must be his territory.
He can barely see his own hand in front of him so he jumps when the wolf noses at him, pushing him into his stomach.
His heats in full bloom now and he whimpers each time the Alpha touches him and cries out for it when it doesn’t. Everything that had left him and given him a moment of clarity during the raid comes back with full force.
His fingers find their way to his mouth and he ruts into the ground, desperate to find some stimulation.
He whines at the lack of Alpha, so surrounded by his scent but ultimately left alone. “Alpha.” He cries out, for what he’s not sure.
Jimin trembles when the wolf comes to his call, trying his best to present himself with the little strength he has left in him.
The Alpha growls at the sight, trailing its snout up the length of his thighs and finding home between his cheeks, sniffing at the slick that’s no doubt trickling out of him by now.
“Alpha - Alpha please can you turn?” He mumbles around his fingers.
The only response he gets is a grunt, the Alpha not caring for pleasantries when it tears both his pants and undergarments in one go, baring him to the cold air.
“Ah!” He gasps when a rough tongue grazes up his crack, the feeling foreign to anything he’s ever felt.
It wanders back down, circling around his puckered whole. He feels sick from his own thoughts of the wolf, so in need of having something inside him.
He cries out when the tip pushes in, tentative at first and pulling out to lick around a bit more. Once his ass is coated in the wolfs spit, it teases its hot muscle back in.
The wolf plunges the tongue deeper and Jimin lurches at the feeling of the tongue getting wider, stretching him wider as it continues to go on.
Shame sits heavy in his gut, taunting the flares of arousal. As much as he wants to believe he’s only hard due to his heat, it’s undeniable the way his stomach rolls each time the beast flicks the tip of his tongue.
The texture is so much rougher than his own, all of its bumps and ridges perfectly stroking the inside of his walls and sending him further into delirium. The wolf eats him out as if its starved, slobbering and rolling its tongue within him. Jimin thinks he might cum just from this.
He’s never heard of anything like this happening during sex, surely if it were common it would have come up. He wasn’t as naive as others thought, he knows what sex is. He’s even kissed someone once.
But all the late night talks with the other children never included this. They’d giggled and gossiped, discussing what they’d overheard from their married pack mates; the likes of knots, slick and sizes.
Jimin didn’t have anything to compare but surely if this was only his tongue, he was in for a world of hurt when the wolf grew tired of pleasing him.
“Oh Gods!” He shriekes when the pointed tip rubs an area that has his legs kicking. The wolf must have some sort of awareness, deciding to focus on the same area after seeing such a reaction.
His chest heaves as he desperately tries to keep himself from what felt like exploding; the heat in his stomach growing hotter and hotter until it threatened to consume him.
He drags his hands down until one pinches at his sensitive nipples and the other wrapped around himself, unintelligible words spilling passed spit slicked lips.
His body jerks, unintentionally pushing himself bag onto the wet muscle, and pumps himself with frantic strokes, having to stop each time it became too much.
He could only stop his own movements, having no control over the tongue in his ass that continued to torment him. The fur of the wolfs maw must be drenched by now, messy with spit and slick.
He’s only experienced two heats before but neither could come close. His pack valued purity to the highest degree, going as far to make it a crime to fornicate. This virtue carried into his heats as well, forbidden from ‘tainting’ himself and having to please himself on the outside of his body rather than in.
In those times he would fantasise of the Alpha he’d marry. How they’d be so gentle with him, whisper sweet nothings in his ears while they claimed him.
Instead he’s on a cold, unforgiving cave floor, jerking himself off to meet the movements of a Rogue wolfs tongue. The worst part of it all is how little upset he is.
“R-right there.” He stutters, babbling out lewd nonsense while he pushes his ass back.
He wonders what the pack was achieving from protecting something that makes him feel so good. Despite the warnings from elders he’d tried to press his fingers into himself, his cock jumping from doing something so wrong. It hadn’t done much, his fingers too short and unable to reach anywhere near the lengths the wolf can.
He picks up the speed of his hands when the wolf circles back to that same god damn spot and with a choked cry he spills into his first.
The wolf continues throughout his orgasm and he twitches in overstimulation, bucking away from the wolf when it becomes near painful.
The wolf pulls out and Jimin whines, even though it was what he wanted. He looks back at the wolf, full body shuddering when he can just make out the wolf licking it’s mouth, sharp teeth glinting.
“Please turn.” He begs, wholly believing he won’t make it out alive if not. “I’ve never- you’re the first.”
He cuts off with an embarrassed whine. Surely this wolf who’d just been licking at his ass doesn’t care, but Jimin can’t help but feel like an inexperienced child in front of a beast that’s lived through more than he can ever image.
The wolf huffs, placing its two front feet beside Jimin’s head. The Omega flinches when he reaches out and his hand comes to contact with claws the size of his fingers.
He instinctively holds onto the paw when he feels something hot and heavy brush along him. For a moment Jimin wants to believe that it was only the wolfs leg, but when the same length is pushed along his underside it dawns on him that this is what the beast intends to mate him with.
Its cock is huge, jutting all the way up to his chest, precum painting his skin. From what he can feel the wolfs cock tapers out twice, staying the smallest around the head then flaring out to a thick middle before narrowing again then flaring out to its thickest point around the base.
This must be his knot Jimin thinks. With the stigma surrounding sexuality most parents only told their children the basics, the rest they learnt coming from whispers and rumours. He knew that knots were big, made to keep two mates locked together for better chances of having pups.
The bigger the knot the better the warrior was a saying he’d heard from many of his drunk pack mates. If the saying was true then he must be in the presence of a god.
The wolf ruts against him a few more times, Jimin’s moans mixing in with the wolfs own growls at the friction from both their cocks, his own already jerking.
For a moment he thinks it might be content to just grind against him. He only realises how naive he’d been when the wolf shuffles far enough for the tip to point at him.
“W-wait,” he shudders when the wolf grinds down, his cock slipping past his hole and up the length of his back. “You can’t- not while you’re a wolf.”
It growls and Jimin flinches when the claw beside him digs down, making indents into the hard stone. He’s not even sure if the wolf understands what he’s saying, if he’s been Rogue long enough to fully lose sight of his human soul. He might just be pleading his life to an animal that’s going to bed him for its rut then eat him come morning.
“Please don’t-!” He’s cut off with a yelp when the flared tip catches his rim. Even with how much his tongue stretched him, it’s still proving difficult for the wolf to press its head in, his ass so slippery with slick and spit the glide down his crack is almost too easy.
The wolf snarls when Jimin moves his hips away just as the tip catches again, easily popping out at Jimin’s change of angle. Against himself Jimin knows deep down that something about this thrills him, thoughts of its cock reaching depths its tongue never could, spreading him so wide he could only bed the same Alpha.
His Omega’s ready to put his head down and ass up, ready to give himself to the strong Alpha that had saved his life so much it almost hurt to move away. The wolf snarls at his action and bites at his shoulder. It doesn’t hurt and it’ll barely leave a mark, but Jimin still yowls all the same, distressed at having upset his Alpha.
The wolf is clearly frustrated; menacing, grating growls tearing from its throat that naturally leave the Omega trembling, baring his neck to it.
The wolf appears to be fed up of trying the same thing with no success, walking over him with an annoyed exhale. The sound is almost comical. Earlier Jimin might’ve thought the wolf would give up, but he knows now that it’s nothing if not determined.
So it doesn’t surprise him when it bites down onto his upper arm, the hold firm but not painful, and begins to pull him deeper into the cave.
Maybe this is how I die. Maybe the wolf has decided to just have me for dinner.
Jimin obediently follows, trying his best to match the large strides, fumbling here in there while he struggles to crawl with one hand.
The further the entrance gets, the more jagged the cave becomes. The smooth floor begins to turn ragged, the wolf maneuvering through each ridge with practiced ease. The wolf takes a corner and the temperate starts to drop, cooling his flushed cheeks. The new path them on is riddles with rocks and Jimin’s whining picks up as they dig into his still sore knees and hand.
Without the high of sex the throbbing in his ankles screams out to him and now that he focuses on it it’s all he can feel. He whines, pulling them to a stop.
The wolf immediately comes to attention, dropping his arm and licking at his face, Jimin’s crying quieting at the Alpha’s attention.
“It hurts.” He explains with a wobbly chin, pointing to his ankle. He doesn’t know for certain if the wolf can see in pitch black, but given how he easily guided the two he’s willing to bet on it.
The wolf leans down to rest on his belly and Jimin immediately crawls onto his back, deja vu to the beginning of the night. With Jimin secured the wolf picks up pace, jogging down another turn and weaving through the narrow passage.
Ahead of him he can see a soft glow and the path opens up, revealing the reason for the light. A wide expanse of water takes near half of the cavern, small openings in the roof sparkling in rays of moonlight that dance off the water. He wanders if this is the mysterious ocean he’s heard so much about. It’s by far the biggest amount of water he’s seen which’d been the most common thing he’s heard about it. He wants to ask the wolf if he knows, ask him the names of the fish that twinkle under the water, ask him how long he’s been here.
Instead of words, he’s left with growls.
The wolf leads him to a rocky formation, leaning down his front for Jimin to slide in front one of raised slabs of rock hanging onto it with his arms. The stone isn’t as rough as some of the others, raised to about the middle of his chest if he were kneeling. The wolf grabs ahold of his shoulder, trying pull him further onto it and Jimin complies, his Omega preening at the thought of pleasing his Alpha.
He props himself up onto the slab, fidgeting when the chill of it presses into his own cock. It has a natural decline to it, Jimin’s waist resting where it’s at its highest and his upper body angling down with the slope.
The wolf places a paw between his shoulder blades and forces his chest flush against the rock, his ass clenches at the thought of what’s to come.
Nature must have a good sense of humour, creating a rock the perfect size for him to get fucked by a wolf.
Paws land in front of him, just shy of where the slope starts, and Jimin reaches down to hold onto each, desperate for some sort of connection with the anonymous Rogue.
“Can you understand me?” He asks, getting nothing in return. “You were once human, right? Alpha, that’s how I want you. Please turn.”
The wolf snarls, the sound bouncing off the walls. He’s not sure if it’s meant to be a response to him, or just a mindless, animal sound that settles in his bones, whining as a rush of slick gushes out.
“I’m scared you’ll break me.” He quietly admits, breath catching when teeth graze his neck.
His ass is raised high enough for the head of its cock to easily hit home, but the wolfs eager thrusts mixed with his wet crack have its cock slipping still, the wolfs growling increasing with each miss.
Jimin reaches a hand back and fists the his cheek, spreading himself for the Alpha. The fat head presses into him again and instead of bucking in wildly it presses in torturously slow, ensuring its fit.
Jimin’s mouth drops open when the blunt head forces its way in, his hand flying back to grip onto the leg in front of him, nails digging into the skin.
He tries to calm his breathing and relax his muscle, his body instinctively trying to reject the intrusion and clenching tight around the wolf. The wolf works slowly, pressing himself in until he gets to the first flair in width.
Jimin grunts, his legs kicking at the unreal size. “’S too much.” He wails, head bowing when the wolf gives a warning nip to his shoulder.
Already fit snug inside his tight walls, the wolf doesn’t have to worry about falling out as easily. Eager to get the ball rolling, the wolf snaps its hips with a howl.
All the air leaves Jimin at the intrusion, his mouth open in a silent cry.
He’s at least the size of his forearm, though Jimin wouldn’t be surprised if he were bigger, and his stomach drops with dread at the realisation that he can’t feel the wolfs hips. That’s not all of him.
He voice cracks as he screams, the bump he thought was the knot being forced into him.
Even though his heart rate picks up a little at the thought that this Alpha very well may break him, he can’t ignore the way his dick twitches at the idea.
“O-oh, oh!” He gasps when the wolf pulls both thicker points out, leaving only the tip in. His body jolts forward with the violent force of the wolfs thrust, burying himself to the hilt until heavy balls smack against his thighs.
The wolf repeats the same torturous process, stretching him taut over each bump only to fuck his full length in, slick spurting each time. He cries out when the full length fills him, reaching deep into his gut, his stomach having no choice but to stretch around him.
He releases one of the holds he has on the paws to try and prop himself up on his elbow, giving his stomach room to expand with the girth. The light from the cavern was enough for him to see each time the length fucked into him, his eyes rolling back at the sight of his flat stomach pushing out to accomodate.
The wolf starts fucking into him frantically, not having the patience to ease into things. His body jolts with each one, unintelligible moans tumbling out everytime time the wolf forces his virgin ass over each of its bumps. Jimin distantly thinks it might’ve been a while since it’s been in the company of another wolf, an Omega no less.
The wolf snarls when its cock slips out after a particularly brutal thrust, his ass making an embarrassingly wet sound.
Tears spill at the loss and he reaches his other hand and wraps his hand around the wolf, his fingers barely able to reach fully around its smallest point. He guides it back to his gaping hole, the wolfs cock slipping in easier this time, already so stretched and better accomodating to the size.
It’s still not an easy feat, his body stretched beyond comfort. The pale skin of his ass was no doubt rubbed red and raw from the friction despite the glide of his slick.
Jimin silently thanks the gods for giving him his heat for he surely wouldn’t have survived without it.
“Gods,” Jimin’s breath catches when the rogue snaps his hips harder, “so big. Gonna break.”
The wolf must be determined to do so, driving his cock deeper and deeper with a ruthless pace.
He fears his words may come true, that he might actually break. Something about the thought has his stomach rolling, a breathless moan leaving him at the realisation that I do want to be broken. I want to feel the ache of how hard my Alpha fucked me for the rest of my life.
If this wolf truly is a demon, Jimin’s corruption is certain.
With the hand not keeping him upright he reaches down to feel the stretch of his stomach. He presses just shy of his belly button, giving it an experimental push that leaves his head falling forward against the rock, a sharp cry leaving his lips at the pressure.
The wolf growls and seemingly inspired by Jimin, splays its paw on his lower back, pushing down on him to make his body that much tighter. Jimin thrashes, finding himself short of breath with each gut churning thrust. He hangs onto the legs in front of him for dear life, his body violently pushed around under the wolfs mercy.
Lost in its rut, the wolf has its eyes set on finding its own release, and the vulgar squelches just become more frequent when it picks up speed. Cries of ‘ah, ah, ah’s fill the cave each time he’s stretched over the flared girth, drool painting his chin and pooling below.
The grind against the rock each time he’s fucked into is eased by his leaking prick, toes curling at the friction.
It feels almost impossible to keep his eyes open, naturally scrunching them tighter and tighter each time the first bulge pushes in just the right way, burning him up so much he fears he might faint.
He knows he won’t last much longer, the wolf slowing no signs of calming down. He’s got several teeth indents in him by now, the wolf having increased the playful nips in the past couple of minutes. They litter across his neck, shoulders and back, none strong enough to break the skin but hard enough to have the Omega keening, baring his neck and pushing his ass up as best as he can.
“Ung, Alpha!” Jimin’s body goes taut at the realisation that the second bump hadn’t been a knot at all, his ass straining over another growing directly below it. Tears start spilling at the feeling, like his Omega automatically knows what this is, what it means.
“Please, plea- uh! Please.” He sobs, his body trembling under the abuse from his knot, the wolf fucking the ever growing size into him. Feral sounds that should leave him shaking with fear just make his cock jump, stomach heaving around the huge mass stuffed inside him.
The wolf draws in closer, pressing flush when it fucks its knot in for the last time, too big to pull out. It ruts deep into him, spilling inside when it gives Jimin a mock bite on his shoulder blade. He knows it’s not a mating bite by any means, but the thought still has the Omega pulling his neck back further to give its massive head more room.
The wolf presses him even further onto the rock and Jimin’s body spasms at the pressure on his cock and the swelling in his stomach, its cum rushing out in bucket loads. He dances between locking his limbs and bucking wildly, bawling when he cums with the wolf, mixing in with the sweat on his stomach. The wolf continues to fill him up throughout his own orgasm, the knot despite all odds keeping all its cum trapped inside him.
His body runs limp, arms dangling in front of him. His body aches from tensing so often and his stomach feels like it’s ready to burst, whining when the wolf moves and pulls him with. It growls when Jimin doesn’t initially comply and despite feeling like jelly he tries his best to follow, movements awkward while he tries to keep up without jostling the cock lodged inside.
The wolf doesn’t want to move too much, content once Jimin’s on the level ground. Jimin promptly collapses against the cold ground, laying on his side and rubbing a hand down his bloated stomach. He chances a peek, mumbling Alpha when he sees how full he is. Where the wolfs cock had previously had a clear distension, the shape is now blurred with the amount of cum pumped into him.
The cold floor feels good against his flushed skin. Jimin surely must have lost his mind for he begins to purr when the wolf wraps itself around the Omega the best it can despite their conditions, pushing one of its upper arms under his head, Jimin happy to use it as a make shift pillow. Better than the rock at least.
The wolf towers him so much so that its tail wraps around him fully and Jimin clutches it against him, surprised to find how soft it is after he nuzzles into it. He wonders if the beast takes baths in the water. He sighs, a bath sounds good right about now.
The wolf grumbles, Jimin able to feel the vibrations where his head rests perfectly beneath its neck. The wolf seems content to sleep out the knot and after the whole day starts to catch up to him Jimin’s happy to follow suit. His breath levels, able to breath from his nose rather than the constant panting. Jimin knows better than the believe it, both his previous heats being long and torturous.
He’s eager for the morning, knows the wolf can help ease the pangs of his heat but he can’t deny the fear that creeps up. He hopes the wolf may turn, hopes to see him face to face.
As much as he wishes the wolf will turn out to be his knight in shining armour, having saved him from a fate worse than death, he doesn’t actually know this wolf. He doesn’t know what it’ll think of him when the thrill of its rut runs out.
The wolf can’t be that bad of a person in the end, at least that’s what he tells himself. His Omega seems happy to be in the presence of such a strong Alpha and Jimin decides to indulge it.