Things were easy after the World War II, or at least that's what people said, without wholesale deaths or missiles to take care of Jungkook rides his steed behind Jimin who rides him easier and euphoric. Jimin is outgoing he has always been like that, attractive, tall and strong, Park Jimin was the sensation of the village, on the other hand Jungkook… he was introverted, sweet and chubby, very chubby.
"Oh, Jungkook, I can feel it!" I take a big breath of air. "Nothing like the fresh aroma of nature, no bombs or weapons to carry, Only spring in its maximum splendor!"
Jungkook tried to sniff anyway, they were a hill away from the town. "I can only smell the bread, Hyung." Jimin laughed.
"You need to think about something other than food, Monsieur Jungkook."
Jungkook smiled embarrassed. "I think I went up a little in the war." Jungkook had already gained weight before the war.
"Yes, as you say." He opened his telescope and aimed at the village with his horse trotting. "There it is…"
Jungkook drowned his recent smile, now decadent. You didn't have to think much to know who Jimin was talking about.
"So radiant and… strange, as always." Kim Minju, the eldest daughter of the Kims was an extremely beautiful girl in the whole town, but pitifully "strange" to him, just because of his sudden interest in things that only men could do and rule at that time.
"I heard that they haven't seen her very often… instead she spends all day in Lady Lee's boutique." and then I whisper. "They say she's a lesbian." Jimin laughed again.
"Please Jungkook, how could a woman as beautiful as MinJu be something as sick as a homosexual?"
"Is there something wrong with it?"
"What if there's something wrong with it?" Ha! "It's just abnormal."
The blond jumped down from his steed, Jungkook needed help from the musketeers to pass him a bench on which to put one foot first and then another on the ground musing a "I'm sorry, little horse."
"J-Jimin Hyung!" The jet ran after him, if that could be called running. "What do you mean by that? You-You don't…?"
"Not even in my most horrible nightmares would I meddle with a man, it would be a disgrace for the people, don't you think so Monsieur Jungkook?" The shorter one nodded somewhat disappointed, Jimin was still fixing his neat red suit before taking a couple of flowers and chasing MinJu with his eyes. "Wish me luck, Jungkookie."
"Good luck." I whisper sadly before going to the fountain to have a snack.
Jimin told him that he should stop with the cheese sandwiches he used to eat quite often, so he always waited for the older one to leave and be able to eat as much as he wanted.
"Jimin likes noona, doesn't he?" A young boy took a seat next to the jet, and Jungkook let out a decayed yes. It was Kim Taehyung, Kim MinJu's younger brother.
"And you like Jimin." The minor coughed a little after biting his big salami sandwich.
"What?! N-No… Me, me." He sighed and bit again. "It's just, abnormal."
"Abnormal, huh? With what Jimin said, is that why you eat so much?" Jungkook was embarrassed.
"I always eat so much." He laughed. "Maybe that's why Jimin would never notice me, even if he were homosexual, I… I'm not attractive, MinJu is."
"Yes, but she's a lesbian." Jungkook looked at him with surprised eyes still chewing. "I knew it!" He thought.
"Anyway, it will be the last time Jimin sees MinJu."
"Will you move Hyung?" Stuttering, Taehyung was his only friend besides Jimin.
"My father engaged MinJu to a duke in Paris, but MinJu, she really doesn't want to get married." Jungkook understood it.
"Will he run away?" Taehyung nodded.
"With Lee Chaeryeong, the seamstress." he said calmly, Taehyung supported his sister. "They will leave tomorrow, but you must keep the secret! Okay?" Jungkook assured him.
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A week had passed since "MinJu disappeared" and Jungkook returned to the town, without a doubt the military food was not equal to the homemade food he prepared, meanwhile, all the soldiers of the town and especially Jimin began a search for Kim MinJu, he did not want to be selfish but without a doubt Jungkook had twice as many problems at that time as Jimin to help in the expedition.
The jet looks in the mirror, today he couldn't close his last button of his wine-colored vest so he just left it like that, only recently he had given himself a small buffet while Jimin was looking for MinJu along with the coast guard, Jungkook had also helped if he could be called that, Jungkook took care of directing the troop to the opposite path to the one MinJu had gone with his girlfriend. But it hadn't helped much.
His somewhat distended stomach began to rest in the hollow of his thighs as he relaxed, giving them little and circulating massages in this one planned to take a nap before returning with Jimin to wander around in search of MinJu, but it's a shame that Park Jimin entered whipping the door scaring the jet who tried to cover the uncovered button.
"They kidnapped her."
"H-hyung! … Did you discover something?"
"She was kidnapped, I'm sure." He ran to him, ignoring the empty food plates, not many in reality. "What are you waiting for? Let's go for the horses, I know who should have it."
"Won't it be better to look for her tomorrow? It's about to get dark and I… hum, I don't feel good."
"What do you say?" He denied. "Come on, let's go, take one if that's the problem, you're going to need energy later."
And as if it were a dream, Jimin took a honey bread straight to his mouth, then another, and so he dragged him off the sofa. His stomach was heavy and his legs falsified a little but he succeeded, he followed Jimin with his heart in his mouth.
After… certain problems, Jungkook managed to get on his steed and rode with Jimin to a small hut where they unfortunately met MinJu's younger brother. "Monsieur Taehyung."
Oh no.
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"What a storm, don't you think Hyung?" "At least we are not tied to a tree, surrounded by wolves and…"
After confronting Taehyung, claiming that he would never say where MinJi was, Jimin said he wanted to go to the canteen as quickly as possible and Jungkook tried to stop him, but he couldn't.
Jimin whipped his fist against the wooden bar demanding one and then another tub of beer, until he was drunk enough to stop insulting. "Monsieur Jungkook."
"Yes?"
"Do you know how to release stress?" And his face fell on his shoulder, surrendered and exhausted.
Jungkook turned pale.
"Hyung… I think we should go home. He has been drinking a lot-" the cold circumference of that glass landed on his lips.
Jimin didn't stop, instead he continued, giving on the contrary drinks and sips of beer until he finishes at least half of the tub of uk liter. The younger one's stomach stirred not only because of the greasy beer he had drunk, but also because of that feeling he had longed for so much from the elder. He had to cover his lips to avoid burping and ruining that closeness he now had with the older one.
"Get drunked with me… Jungkookie."
But Jungkook didn't obey.
As he could, he took Jimkn by the shoulder and took him with heavy and slow steps to the cabin where he lived, he tried to wrap him on the sofa but the eldest was too stupid to stay still for at least a second. "Jungkookieee."
He said again in a hoarse voice, looking for the younger one, Jungkook from the other side of the room was preparing a small glass of milk with honey for the older one, as soon as he called him he hurried his step avoiding throwing a single drop on the floor, he sat next to him and tried to give the younger Jimin a drink, but he denied again.
"Dring it." He told him. "Jungkookie…" Jungkook swore he was going to faint, Jimin took something fallen from his shoulders, but he sighed and then squeezed his cheeks. "Leave me… let me adore you."
Hiccump.
Three years have passed and I have no idea where my banners are, but I recently opened my tumblr and found this draft, so I dared to publish it, faithful patriot to bring back bts feederism
When Jimin arrives home, he's greeted with the sight of his chubby boyfriend lounging lazily on their couch and stuffing his cheeks full of noodles. Jungkook sports a heavy gut framed by a too-tight waistband and an equally snug shirt, one that's currently straining and rolled up above his navel. The poor little Hello Kitty printed on it looks stretched tight, like Jungkook's weight gain has caused the cartoon character to widen substantially. Jungkook scrapes out the bottom of his ramen bowl, where it rests on the distended curve of his belly like a table. From a glance at the wrappers messily littering the countertop, it's his fourth helping.
Jimin leans his hip against the doorframe and admires how round his boyfriend is growing. The hefty swell of gut is dominating his lap, stuffed thick with fat and bloated with ramen.
What if I tried gaining a few pounds... Jungkook had said. I only want to get chubby.
Jimin snickers as he pads over to his cute, fattened ham of a boyfriend. Jungkook finally notices Jimin's presence now that his food is devoured, and he makes the cutest squeal of delight that his feeder is finally home.
Jimin can't help but indulge him, cutting off his piggy squeals of delight with a kiss, before settling his hands on Jungkook's gut, currently gorged with noodles.
"Someone's stuffed themselves silly," Jimin teases between kisses, rubbing his palms into the heat of Jungkook's upper belly. His boyfriend's middle practically radiates warmth as his stomach attempts to digest the onslaught of food now sitting in him. An angry little gurgle bubbles against his hands.
Jungkook tries to suppress a burp as Jimin's fingers hit just the right spot, and instead, he hiccups so hard it looks painful. His entire gut jostles from the movement, and his cheeks heat up as he hiccups again and again. A classic sign that his feedee stuffed himself too fast and too heavy.
"S-sorry I- hic- was too hungry to- hic- to wait."
Jungkook's rounded cheeks are flushed a pretty cherry red in deep-seated embarrassment. Jimin thinks it's so cute how his chubby pet of a boyfriend gorged himself on noodles because he couldn't stand the ache of an empty stomach for even a second. Jimin kisses him all over his cheeks, nose, and lips in reward, soothing over Jungkook's full middle with gentle rubs to calm the heady gurgles of protest at being so overfed. He hums in pleasure as Jungkook squirms.
"Hyung is glad that you ate well, baby. You're so pretty when you're too fat to move." Jimin cooes in his praising voice, patting Jungkook's stuffed belly before standing up to make his own dinner.
The whine of delighted protest at Jimin's words tugs the corners of his lips up even further. The feeder pushes down the temptation to slap the side of Jungkook's gut to force out the belch he's clearly struggling to keep in, and instead, he pinches Jungkook's pudgy bunny cheeks.
Jungkook's eyes follow him to the kitchen, a pout on his plush lips at being left to tend to his glutted body himself.
Jimin cooks, humming to himself and periodically glancing over to check on Jungkook, who is still resting on the couch with his palms rubbing into the obscenely large bulge in his middle. Jimin wonders if Jungkook really is that full, or if he just looks that stuffed from his new weight gain, causing his belly to fill up and push out.
Too much fattening up in too little time. Not that Jungkook feels that way about it. He'd grow even faster if his body would let him.
Casually, from the couch, Jungkook's voice rises to compliment Jimin's thoughts, "That smells good."
Greedy.
Jimin grins into his frying pan. He intentionally cooked up much more than necessary in anticipation of Jungkook always thinking with his appetite. His sensitive nose had a direct line to Jungkook's stomach. Anything that he smelled and deemed yummy, he wanted to stuff down his gullet.
Jimin dishes up a small amount for himself and settles back on the couch, pointedly ignoring how his boyfriend's tongue wets his lips, just like a drooling puppy. He strings Jungkook along with conversation while he eats. "Did you have a good day, baby?"
Jimin leans back into Jungkook's open arm. It's one of his favorite spots on his squished-up teddy bear of a boyfriend. He snuggles against Jungkook's warm side as the chubby limb wraps around him and keeps him close. He doesn't miss the way Jungkook uses pulling Jimin closer as an excuse to maybe sneak a bite or two.
"It was fine," he dismisses, focused only on one thing. "What did you make? It smells delicious," Jungkook peeks into Jimin's bowl. Jimin slowly lifts a bundle of sautéed meat and vegetables to blow on them. It cools the bite off and wafts the scent to his greedy boy.
Jungkook leans a little bit closer.
"Just some dinner I whipped up," Jimin nonchalantly replies as Jungkook's eyes widen like a puppy, clearly wanting to be fed from his master's bowl.
"Looks yummy," Jungkook mumbles, entranced, and Jimin hums in approval. He stirs his food and pretends like he doesn't notice how Jungkook is practically begging. The only way that he could make it more obvious is if he were on his hands and knees, drooling, with a wagging tail.
Jimin smiles into his steaming bowl as his adorable, chubby feedee shifts his weight with how much he wants Jimin's cooking.
In seconds, Jungkook will be whining with need.
Jimin blows on another bite and enjoys teasing him right down to his core. Jungkook has gotten so greedy that it's a delight to deny him any treats. Ever since he started gaining, Jungkook has grown so needy about food, so dumbed down and lusting after any morsel that he can push past his lips. He's clearly already forgotten that he currently has a feast for a whole family settled inside his gluttonous gut.
Just because Jimin is a menace, he makes a low, contented noise after taking another delicious mouthful. Jungkook practically squirms next to him, watching the contents of the bowl slowly disappear. There are only a few nibbles left, and Jimin purposefully pushes them around for a few seconds, waiting patiently.
Jungkook breaks.
"C-can I have some?"
Jimin looks over at Jungkook square on for the first time since he sat down and began teasing him. His boyfriend is staring at Jimin's bowl, eyes big, cheeks rosy, and pouty lips begging. He really does look just like a puppy.
Perhaps if it were another night, Jimin would indulge his baby and feed him every last bite. However, Jimin knows how much Jungkook loves being teased. He's not getting off the hook so easily.
"But this is my dinner, baby," he grins, eating another piece and watching Jungkook's hungry gaze follow the glazed chunk of chicken in his chopsticks. "You already had yours," he pats Jungkook's belly meaningfully, distended and giving a little jiggle from Jimin's hand petting his blubber.
Jungkook pouts even as his ears flush. "But- m'not full," he counters, and nibbles on his lip anxiously as Jimin eats the second-to-last bite.
"Your stuffed, gurgling belly says differently, pudgy pup," he teases more, giving Jungkook's rounded belly another little wobble. A burp bubbles up, but Jungkook doesn't even have half of his mind to suppress it like earlier.
"Not stuffed," Jungkook's eyes are hazy as he stares with longing at the last bite, "m'tummy is fatter than before. Can hold more food. I promise I'm not stuffed."
A laugh tumbles out of Jimin at that confession. He decides to not torture his feedee anymore after such a cute admission of Jungkook's hedonism. He dotingly gives Jungkook the last bite, and his boyfriend excitedly opens his mouth to receive it. Jimin quirks an eyebrow as Jungkook chews and swallows.
"Is it everything you wanted and more, greedy boy?" He teases, and Jungkook's cheeks darken as he realizes how deep he fell into begging for a single, measly bite. Jimin pecks his blushing cheek, nuzzling him and lowering his voice, "You're so cute when you get dumb with greed." He rubs Jungkook's belly as his boyfriend whimpers with humiliation at being broken down so easily.
Jimin leans into it.
"All of those stuffings are starting to really fatten you up, huh, baby?" He smiles against Jungkook's neck, kissing him and giving his padded belly a firm squeeze. His fingers sink in.
"I... I've gained a lot since we last weighed me," Jungkook mumbles breathily as Jimin thumbs his deepened navel.
"How much? Did you weigh yourself without me? You know the rules, baby. Your self-control is degrading faster than that pretty head of yours." He gives the bottom of Jungkook's belly a teasing squeeze. His boyfriend feels so plush and plump, his doughy form is definitely fuller with added fat.
Jungkook slurs, syrupy in his headspace. "Can't help it. I popped open the button of my pants today at lunch and needed to know... It was all I could think about today. Ran right to the scale when I got home after work-"
Jimin nips at Jungkook's pudged up chin as he imagines that. "And? How much fatter are you, puppy?"
"Twenty six," Jungkook confesses on a breathy moan.
Jimin could purr with satisfaction. He pulls away from Jungkook's neck before he can start sucking hickeys, and he takes a good look at him.
His boyfriend looks rich and rounded. Eyes lidded and hazy as he admires his own full belly. Jungkook's chin is heavily doubled as he looks down at himself. His lips and cheeks are flushed with heated pleasure, his arms are hefty and squishy, and even his fingers look chubbier, like cute plump sausages.
Jimin slowly licks over his lips with hunger as his gaze slides down Jungkook's rolls. Jungkook's chest is soft and plush. His sides crease into thickened stacks of tub. Even though he has a big dinner stuffed inside of him, his gut is spilling over his waistband to settle across the tops of his wide thighs. The skin around his navel is stretched tight, and flushed pink marks fan along the thick roll of creamy fat. New, bright red stretch marks kiss over his ample love handles.
Jimin reaches forward and slides his fingers up underneath Jungkook's snug shirt. He gets two handfuls of thick chub on his sides and squeezes, rubbing his thumbs back and forth.
The adoring touches drag Jungkook's melted gaze back to his.
"Twenty-six pounds," Jimin murmurs with praise, squeezing the pooling of buttery chub in his hands. "What a good boy. You're fattening so well for me."
Jungkook's cheeks darken even more as the flush travels to his ears and down his neck. Jimin pushes up the shirt that clings to his rolls to free the suppressed blubber underneath. Jungkook's belly jiggles forward with freedom, plump and rolling even further onto his thighs to relax. Pushing up his shirt reveals even more red marks that cut through the flushed pink swell of his upper belly. Jimin gently pets over them, feeling just how snug Jungkook's skin is, laid over a bulky layer of padding.
Jungkook is outgrowing his own limits.
"Sweetheart," Jimin softens, gently rubbing a palm over the divot of his belly button and down the tender stretch marks decorating the rich rolls. "Haven't you been applying that lotion I got you? It's supposed to help your skin from hurting so much. You're even more pink. These stretch marks must be sensitive, baby." He holds his palms against Jungkook's belly as comforting weights.
"I- I have," his boyfriend mumbles, chubby fingers playing with the stretched hem of his shirt, sitting limp on the top of his belly. "I think I've just gained too quickly for it to make much of a difference. You're feeding me so well." His shyness is permeated with arousal as his voice trembles, and his hips squirm. Jimin cooes again and rubs his feedee's gut: stuffed twenty-six pounds fatter and counting.
"Well, then, you're just fattening right up, aren't you? Those numbers on the scale are only going to climb higher with how well you're gaining." He lets the teasing seep back into his voice. The feeder knows just exactly when Jungkook needs it. His boyfriend's needy whine confirms his thoughts.
Jimin leans forward against Jungkook's weight and presses a kiss to each of his chubby cheeks, then to the pudge beneath his chin, then finally to his pouty, bitten lips.
"My good, fat boy deserves a long, heavy feeding session tonight, don't you?"
Jungkook's whimper spills up and out of him before his mind can form a coherent reply.
Jimin gets up and grabs his bowl to refill it. Jungkook stares up at him with his mouth hanging open, dumb and shocked at being abandoned so suddenly after having those words poured over him like syrup on pancakes.
Jimin giggles and ruffles Jungkook's hair. "Don't worry puppy, I'm coming right back."
From Jimin's view in the kitchen, Jungkook looks like a round dollop of whipped cream. His clothes and hair are rucked up, and his chubby hands rest on the sides of his fat-filled belly, subtly feeling his own weight while he keeps himself entertained in Jimin's absence. The red stretch marks appear more pronounced from a distance, disrupting his silky skin. Jungkook's big doe eyes are dazed from lust as he just blinks, clearly too deep in his headspace from Jimin to even attempt to clear his mind. Jimin grins at how adorable his chubby boyfriend is. He loads up the rest of the food that he made into the bowl, walking back over to the couch and grabbing his discarded chopsticks. Jungkook slowly blinks up at him, adorable and fat.
"Of course, I made enough for you when I cooked. Hyung planned on stuffing you tonight, baby." Jimin settles back down, sitting on his chunky thighs and straddling him.
Jungkook's eyes light up at the words, and his nose twitches at the delicious scent. He lets out a dazed noise halfway between a mewl and a moan. The promise of being fed and stuffed always does this to him. It reduces Jungkook down to a greedy little pet, dumb and begging for anything that Jimin will give him.
Jimin grabs a mix of meat and veggies, and Jungkook automatically drops open his mouth to be fed.
a very very late christmas gift for a friend of mine ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ
art by: said friend (ily)
Summary: although jeon jungkook is new, and has seeked refuge in this pack, it doesn't mean he will let himself be run over with. but talking back to the pack's head omega, might cost him everything.
or the one where jimin has a hobby of fattening misbehaved alphas beyond recognition.
tags: nsfw, jikook ,minor characters namgi , omegaverse , feederism , medieval times , tribe , dead dove -ish , dom omega jimin , sub alpha jungkook , feedee jungkook , forceful feeding , punishments , locked up , non-con , dubious consent , forceful gaining , forced submission , toxic relationship , fat jungkook , public humiliation , body shaming
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“Sorry I got to go.” Yoongi swiftly presses a kiss to his mate’s cheek.
“You’re not staying for dinner?” Namjoon’s eyes follow him with a pout, as the alpha makes his way to the door.
“Can’t.” It's Yoongi’s turn to pout too. “The new guy in the hunting pack got into trouble, Jimin requested an audience.”
His mate winces. “Oh…” There's a moment of silence. “You think it's one of those times?”
Yoongi meditates it for a moment, and shrugs with a smile. “The pack might be getting a new pet.” Is all he says before closing the door.
Jungkook was never one to hold back. Or bite his tongue. Mainly because it's only now becoming a problem.
He never had to hold his words in his old pack.
“I’ve made my decision, Jungkook.” The head omega of his current pack, Jimin, spoke stoically. Always unwavering in a way that made the alpha want to snarl.
“Hunting in the northern border is off limits. And I don’t want to hear you lead our alphas to that place again.” The omega squints his eyes down at Jungkook from where he sits on the altar.
Jungkook takes a deep breath. Trying to soothe his wolf from snapping back. “I was just trying to-”
“I don’t want to hear it!” Jimin cuts through his words, with an authority that makes the rest of the room fall impossibly quieter. “The snow is far too deep for our hunting pack to go meddle in the mountains, you put all of them at risk!”
The alpha feels his hands ball into fists, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Some risks are worth taking!” He barks back. And if the room could become any more tense, it does now. The cruel wind whistling outside becomes the only thing cutting through the silence; as the lead hunter and head omega share a glare.
Jimin looks at him and it feels like an unspoken challenge, slightly sitting more upright than he was when the hunter squad was first brought in for an audience.
And Jungkook was never one to hold back.
“What would you know?!” He roars. “An omega has no business deciding our hunting routes!”
Jungkook feels satisfied then. Letting a sort of sepulchral silence fall over the room as Jimin’s eyes widened, and his nostrils flared.
Good.
Just because he was taken into this new pack doesn’t mean he has to bow down to anyone who isn’t worthy of his respect.
He should have known… seeking refuge in a pack led by an omega.
The alpha even dares to smirk triumphantly, as the speechless head omega looks at him with what can only be described as pure and unadulterated outrage.
It takes him by surprise, when Jimin’s tone is uncharacteristically calm.
“Jeon Jungkook, you are officially stepping down as lead hunter of our pack.”
“What!? You can’t do that!” His scoff would have held a lot more punch had his voice not risen up an octave.
“I can… But I don’t have to.” Jimin dares to smile, and the alpha feels his blood boil at the sight. “No hunter wants to risk their lives, following an overconfident wolf into some reckless, stroke-of-ego, hunting mission.”
The confidence with which he says it makes something twist at the bottom of Jungkook’s stomach. Jimin’s eyes leave their glaring match to skim the room around the alpha, where his hunting pack stood in silence.
Jungkook turns around too, and is met with a crowd of wolves who aren’t looking back. Avoiding his eyes in disinterest, a silent pledge of allegiance to Jimin in a way that manages to isolate Jungkook from everyone in the room.
It's only then, that he feels the true influence of this pack’s leader. Snapping to look back at Jimin with quickening breaths.
“This is not over, alpha.” He speaks simply, not an ounce of the fury that he saw before, clinging to Jimin’s face or his tone. “You’re dismissed for now.”
The next day is filled with an eerie sensation Jungkook can’t seem to get rid of.
Jungkook feels the knot in his stomach tighten. Pressing his fangs together in a tight clench and turning around with a scoff, as he exits the omega’s office.
He isn’t shunned from the pack perse… Everyone seems to be treating him normally. But he definitely doesn’t feel confident walking up to his fellow hunters.
Especially after they showed who’s side they’re on.
But the rest of the pack must not be as brainwashed, they treat him kindly, almost empathetically. And while he appreciates the comradery, he rather not take people’s pity.
Especially about some head omega, who poses no real threat to him. In fact, enough of the day goes by that Jungkook begins to question if there's even gonna be any repercussions to his actions at all.
Jimin is all bark no bite, he dares to think.
“Jungkook?” A younger wolf walks up to him. “The head omega requests your presence.”
There it is again, that tightness in his abdomen. Jungkook shrugs it off and nods as he stands up.
He is forgetting himself. Just because Jimin has everyone in the hunting pack wrapped around his finger, doesn’t mean he could do anything to Jungkook.
The alpha lets himself be escorted towards the omega’s office, where he was scolded publicly just last night. The image alone of Jimin staring down at him with such superiority is enough to make Jungkook’s scent flare in annoyance.
He is being punished for simply asking a very reasonable question.
As they walk inside, his eyebrows raise, noticing the room had been shifted into something else.
Jimin’s nest at the top of the altar had been replaced instead with a wooden table and two chairs. And the room is much more crowded than it had been yesterday, the alpha and the youngling have to make their way through the crowd. Only noticing the short head omega once they reach the steps of the altar.
He smiles at Jungkook, with the same ominous calm he got treated with last night.
“You made it.” He states simply, the alpha has to keep his eyes from rolling back.
“I was escorted.” Jungkook offers a sarcastic smile back.
Only then does the head omega seem to acknowledge the other wolf, who nods and politely leaves the conversation.
“Well…Collaborating was never your strongest suit.”
Jungkook’s smile stays intact. “You’re right.” He agrees. “Hunting is my strongest suit.”
“Wrong.” Jimin’s smile impossibly widens. “Talking back is what you excel at.”
The alpha scoffs and shakes his head. “What do you want from me?” His voice lowers, leaning slightly closer to the omega. “Hm? I didn’t present myself for today’s hunt.”
Each word that comes out of Jungkook’s mouth seems to please Jimin more.
“I know. Let me show you what they managed to catch.” His tone matches the alpha’s, as Jimin’s smaller hand reaches for Jungkook’s in a weirdly warm gesture. One that catches him by surprise.
“Come.” Is all the omega says as he gently begins to guide Jungkook up the steps of the altar. As they go up slowly, he gets to truly appreciate just how many people are cramped into the room; looking up at them with an expression Jungkook can’t quite decipher.
Some of his (ex) hunting pack members have their eyebrows slightly scrunched up, as if worried. While some other wolves stare at Jungkook with something resembling morbid fascination.
Hell, he even sees some of the wolves that had reached out to him earlier that day.
And it does nothing to soothe his nerves.
“Please take a seat.” The table, Jungkook notices, has a few plate coverings. The omega’s hand settles on his shoulder and, without adding any pressure, gently guides Jungkook to sit.
He doesn’t resist, the coercion from the audience much stronger than the strength of Jimin’s palm. Especially as last night’s feeling of betrayal creeped back on him.
Courageously shouting from the safety of the crowd before realizing… Nobody was on his side.
“I know you’re all wondering why I gathered you here tonight.” Jimin speaks into the room, commanding its attention easily. Jungkook despises just how natural it feels to look up to the omega as he talks.
Jimin continues. “As some of you may know, last night the abilities of our hunting pack were questioned.” Jungkook can’t help but frown.
His abilities had been questioned as lead hunter!
“And while our openness to change is definitely the strength that’s allowed our pack to survive.” Jimin spares him a glance. One that holds weight only the two of them can understand.
Jungkook’s pack did not, in fact, survive. That's the whole reason he is in this shit hole.
“We do so by prioritizing plurality, respect, and the safety of our brave hunters.” The alpha’s nostrils flare as his fists grip onto the fabric of his pants. But he releases the grip when Jimin, once again, turns to face him.
He wants to prove he can stay calm too… Even if it's a lie.
“But you’re new here, Jungkook.” The gentleness of his expression only makes him angrier.
“I believe I mustn’t have done a good enough job to showcase our local hunters’ expertise.” He shakes his head with feign guilt; at least to Jungkook that is.
“And I assume responsibility for that.” He nods solemnly towards the audience. The alpha has to hold himself from gawking at the sympathetic nods Jimin gets from the crowd.
Maybe they can’t notice Jimin’s pleased smirk from so far away. While Jungkook is getting a front row view of it this very moment.
“So…” He finally takes a seat next to the alpha. Reaching for one of the plate coverings. “Allow me to demonstrate just how much we were able to achieve… Without going up north.” Jimin adds pettily, before revealing the first dish.
Suddenly, Jungkook finds himself face to face with a hearty plate, steam bubbles up from it and so does the decadent rich scent of fatty meat. The alpha feels his mouth fill with saliva.
“Our hunters brought this especially for you to try.” Jimin’s smile is encouraging in a way that feels condescending. “And I‘ve instructed them to keep doing so until I determine you’ve learnt your lesson.”
He frowns puzzled before looking down at the platter. “What? I just have to eat this?”
“Simple enough, right?” The way Jimin chirps makes something twist at the bottom of the alpha’s stomach.
“Right…” He looks down at the dish… Pursing his lips in uncertainty.
Jimin wouldn’t poison him, would he?
He feels himself frown in concentration, as if maybe, if Jungkook scans the plate for long enough, he’ll find a sign of danger.
But he doesn’t get such luxury, as the head omega’s fingers gently cradle the back of his neck; they sink gently into Jungkook’s skin.
“I told you to eat.”
Jimin’s patience wore thin, his tone not holding any of the warmth it had before.
His other hand reached for a spoonful of the tender meat, and brought it to Jungkook’s lips while the alpha was kept in place.
The obstruction comes by so quickly, he has no time to react. Only able to complain with a growl once his lips wrap around the spoon. And by then, his tongue is taken over by the layered fatty, absolutely incredible, flavor of the meat.
His eyes close, letting himself enjoy it as he dutifully chews through the mouthful. Scoffing only one he swallowed.
“What do you think?” The satisfied smirk Jimin has, is all the more motivation for Jungkook to act up.
“There’s no virtue in hunting pork.” He snorts, and feels his alpha purr in delight as the sight of Jimin’s smile drops into a scowl.
Although Jungkook can’t quite celebrate his little victory, as another spoonful is shoved past his lips.
“This is truly the only way to get you to shut up, isn’t it?” Jimin snarls, his nails sinking gently into the alpha’s nape in a way that makes his eyes shut in pain. Fingers dangerously close to his gland.
He is still chewing, so all Jungkook can do is growl in disobedience. Glaring at Jimin out of the corner of his eye, and catches the way the omega’s smile widens.
Then, Jimin presses his thumb against Jungkook’s gland.
The alpha’s entire body trembles meekly, electricity coursing through his system.
“A–ahn-!” His moan muffled through the bite he was still working his way through. His voice coming out broken and shaky.
“You can’t talk back to me, alpha.” It's barely above a whisper, Jimin’s voice stone cold and the room entirely quiet as they watch the scene unfold at the altar.
The crowd stood in silence watching as their head omega made Jungkook’s alpha come undone.
He can’t concentrate, taking shallow quick breaths with some food still in his mouth as the pressure on his gland sends ripples of voltaic shock down his limbs. His mouth opens and closes, scrambling the brain power to say something, anything.
But Jimin is tapping, stabbing, into Jungkook’s most vulnerable instincts.
His mind muddies itself with a mix of pain and indescribable pleasure. His fingers twitch where they gripped onto the armrests of the chair. Feet curling overstimulated to the point he is beginning to see black dots as he stares into the crowd. Big eyes glossed over with unshed tears.
Jungkook has to bite back a whine, his overwhelmed wolf struggling so much as to form a thought.
He gasps when Jimin releases his thumb from the spot. Catching his breath only for a second before the spoon forces its way in again.
Even without the pressure on his gland, the alpha’s heart continues to stammer after the intrusion. Limbs feeling jittery and unable to coordinate as he chews quickly through the food. The flavour melting on his tongue and taking over all of his senses, he hums around the spoon.
“That’s right…” Jimin’s voice sounds closer, Jungkook can feel the hot air brush against his ear. “Not so fired up anymore, are you?”
His defenses are so low, Jungkook shakes his head in agreement. And he can practically feel Jimin’s satisfied smirk spread across his face.
“Good. Cause I’m not done with you, alpha.”
Jimin’s words make him squirm, inner wolf responding to the omega’s voice in spite of his resistance.
His defiance only a small voice far away into the back of his mind, muffled by the all-encompasing warmth of the food, its spicy flavor, the overwhelming thyme and earthy scent of the omega right next to him.
Did he always smell this warm? Did his voice always sound so sweet?
The head omega must notice the shift, eyes widening almost maniacally in glee.
His hand on Jungkook’s nape tangles in the long waves of his hair, and tugs gently from side to side; as if to test the alpha’s pliancy.
Jungkook’s head sways malleably without resistance, eyes fluttering closed at the slight discomfort, hair being pulled so tightly.
“You break so easily.” Jimin’s voice is barely above a whisper, fascination palpable in his voice over Jungkook’s pants.
“T–that wasn’t f-fai-hmf!” He doesn’t get to finish that sentence. The omega forced another bite past his lips, smiling pleased.
Jungkook feels ready to growl again, struggling against the grip on Jimin’s hair. Before the omega’s thumb begins to gently pet over his gland.
Already swollen from his last violation, his thumb grazes against the raw gland in a way that's so gentle it's maddening.
The omega’s instructions feel sacred in Jungkook’s hazy, broken mind. His alpha so eager to please, to keep Jimin’s scent ripe and overflowing.
“H–Hng-” A shaky cry leaves his lips, breathing heavily even with food in his mouth.
“Be good.” Jimin’s nail gently scrapes along the swollen gland, making Jungkook gasp. “And eat.”
It's been so long since he had the undivided attention of an omega.
Now he does. And most of the pack is here to see it.
Jimin takes the opportunity of Jungkook’s parted lips as an invitation to shovel more food into his mouth. But this time, the alpha happily accepts, eating up quickly the spoonfuls sent his way, eagerly taking everything the omega gives him.
The bites blend together into a constant stream of food, warming Jungkook up from the inside out as the food begins to settle heavily in the pit of his stomach.
A weird, tight, but welcoming sensation. Only making the alpha more hazy as the blood travels downward to his swollen stomach to help digest.
He can feel more than he can see, the small bloat stretching his shirt. Taut and warm to the touch.
At some point his hands moved from where they gripped tightly onto the armrests of the chair in resistance, to cup the small swell of his stomach. Palms rubbing up and down, feeling the slight curve through the shirt in an attempt to soothe it.
It becomes impossible to keep up, the stream of food feels endless, Jungkook’s chewing becomes lazier. The tightness of his belly coaxing the air to come out of his lungs in shallow breaths.
Jungkook feels hot all over, suffocating at the altar.
He doesn’t even realize the food had stopped coming until he feels Jimin’s small cold hand meet with his under the table, rubbing small circles on the center of his bloat.
“Oh look at you… You ate everything, alpha.” Jimin whispers.
He blinks down at the table drowsily, even his head feels too heavy to hold up by his neck.
But the omega is right, every wide platter is scraped clean. Jungkook doesn’t even think he registered what was under the other plate coverings. Already in too deep into his instincts to notice anything else other than finishing the continuous spoonfuls of food the omega gave him.
The alpha’s mouth opens in an attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. And the bloat isn’t to blame, but rather Jungkook’s hazy state of mind.
His scent gland still tingles from Jimin’s ministrations.
“That’s all you had to do… Not so hard, right?”
Jungkook would say he has never been this physically exerted, but he can’t speak right now. So he just weakly shakes his head. Tired half-hooded eyes scanning Jimin’s expression.
The omega looks and smells so sweet, pleased. It soothes him unlike anything else.
He did good.
It's only when he catches Jimin looking back at the audience, that the alpha remembers there was one to begin with. He turns his head, feeling heat coil on his cheeks.
He struggles to focus on their faces, but there they are, his fellow pack mates and most of his (now ex) hunting crew… Looking transfixed at Jungkook.
The thought of standing up and leaving too crosses his mind, and goes away just as quickly. The warmth and feeling of fullness far too good to risk it to go back to his hut.
“I’d say tonight was a success!” Jimin speaks to the crowd and oh how different it sounds from the whispers he had reserved for the alpha. “We will meet here tomorrow morning. Thank you for your attention!”
The room erupts into background noise, a choir of steps and hushed mumbles that Jungkook can’t decipher.
His instincts might still be getting the best of him, he recons in a brief moment of lucidity; before Jimin’s full attention is back on him.
“You can stay here.” There it is again, that gentle whisper. The kind that Jungkook would do nearly everything for.
“H–here?” Is all he manages to reply.
“Oh don’t worry, I keep my real nest elsewhere.” Jimin pats the spot where his hand had settled on the center of his bloat, and stands up.
There's too much going on around him, and Jungkook’s head still feels too slow to catch up with everything. But he tries to follow suit, setting his hands on the armrest of the chair and getting up with a groan.
The alpha is able to look at it now, his bloat.
Rounding out covering the vision he previously had of his crotch. Cutely pushing against the fabric of his shirt; making his over indulgence obvious.
Jungkook feels his face burn.
It's… a weird sight on an alpha.
But the feeling is a welcomed one, warm and drowsy.
Jimin anchors him back to Earth, his small hand once again tenderly holding his. “This way.”
Turns out, the pillow fort he had seen yesterday is still there, only in the far back. It shouldn’t take long, but every step Jungkook takes double the effort.
If he was breathing heavily while sitting, he is downright panting as they make their way to Jimin’s “throne”.
The omega tries his best to lower him gently, but Jungkook unceremoniously plops onto the big pillows. Drowning in Jimin’s spice-rich scent, like laying on the damp soil after the rain.
A smile grows on the alpha’s face. He opens an eye to look up at the omega; he is smiling back.
“You are gonna hate me tomorrow.”
“Hm?” He turns to Jimin.
“Goodnight Jungkook.”
His smile widens dumbly. “Goodnight.” The alpha mumbles, letting himself be overtaken by Jimin’s scent and the warm feeling in his stomach
A strange noise wakes Jungkook up, and after that, a strange scent.
Even worse, this doesn’t feel like the pillow-arrangement of his nest.
He sits up quickly, still in yesterday’s clothes as the events of last night catch up to him.
Forced into submission by their head omega, the entire pack invited to watch…
He doesn’t feel the tightness on his belly pinning him down anymore, that’s why he bursts out of the nest. Face burning in embarrassment and outrage.
Never. Again.
Jungkook stomps down the stairs, hands balled into fists, he is about to make it out of the head omega’s office before he is stopped.
“Jungkook! I was just about to wake you up.”
Jimin chirps up at him. The last face he wanted to see.
“No need, I’m up and on my way out.” His tone is rushed, Jungkook begins to make his way past Jimin when the omega’s hand settles on his shoulder.
“Without having breakfast?” The head omega smiles, and Jungkook is about to get that small hand off his shoulder before he catches sight of what's behind Jimin.
Another crowd. Composed of different wolves than the one last night, though he swears he sees some familiar faces. The alpha widens a bit, and takes a step back.
“I’m not letting you do that again.” He mumbles, tone serious.
Jimin’s smile doesn’t budge. “And I’m not asking for your permission, Jungkook.” The omega’s hand now goes on his chest, the alpha’s eyes widened.
“I–I don’t understand.” There’s a breathless, humorless chuckle at the end of his sentence.
“You didn’t really think last night was all the punishment you were getting, did you?” The omega equals the chuckle, much more genuinely, as his palm applies a little more pressure. It slides up his chest to his neck, and brushes once again against his gland.
But this time, Jungkook is prepared. His hand reaching to grip the omega’s slender wrist.
“Don’t.” He whispers, the seriousness of his voice only seems to entertain Jimin further.
“If you behaved, I wouldn’t have to.” The omega says simply. “Now go back inside.”
He inhales deeply.
It’s just food.
He can just obey and get this over with.
The alpha begins taking steps back when he feels Jimin’s fingers tease a movement down to his gland again. Huffing and turning his back to him, walking back up the steps of the altar.
“You’re not trying to poison me, are you?” He asks without looking over his shoulder.
Jimin snorts with a genuine giggle. “No.” It only confuses Jungkook even more, and the omega must sense it.
“Instead of a punishment, think of it as… As a nice retirement vacation.”
This doesn’t soothe his nerves at all. “I’m in my prime, though.”
“For now...” Jimin says simply as they reach the breakfast table. “Sit down.” The alpha takes last night’s spot, without coercing.
Maybe he can do this with a bit more dignity this time.
A few wolves that had been walking behind them, settle plates much like yesterday’s, covered to preserve their temperature in this unforgiving winter. This time, Jimin reveals the first one to have an arrangement of different pastries.
“I doubt this was hunted by the pack.” He mumbles, remembering Jimin’s ‘inspiring’ speech from last night.
Jimin smiles, picking one up. “You got the point yesterday.” And immediately brings it to the alpha’s lip. Raising his eyebrow as if testing Jungkook’s obedience.
He opens his lips and takes a slow bite. Letting the powdered sugar and creamy filling take over his senses.
“If I got the point, why am I still here?” He speaks with full cheeks.
“Because I don’t take insubordination lightly.” The omega whispers. “You’ll set an example for any other alpha thinking of crossing a line.”
“I barely crossed a line.” He mumbles, taking a second bite. “You just can’t handle an alpha.” And dares to smirk.
“You don’t know how much I can handle.” Jimin’s frustrations are pushed onto the pastry, this time forcing it past Jungkook’s lips. “I’ve met many wolves like you.”
The alpha finishes chewing but his smile only widens. “Wolves like me?”
“Cocky alphas, who come into this pack for refuge thinking they can walk all over me.” His smile is humorless, speaking through gritted teeth. The omega leans closer, his breaths brushing Jungkook’s cheek. “They all end up the same.”
He smiles, Jungkook is cocky. “And what fate is that?”
“Well they’re not in the hunting pack anymore, I’ll tell you that much.” He leans closer just to say it.
And… having the omega so close does make Jungkook’s shoulders relax, and the grip of his hands on the armrests melt away. Jimin’s scent mixes with the sweet smell of the fresh pastries, in savoury-sweet concoction.
“I’m not scared of you.” Jungkook whispers, hoping to whip that smile off the omega’s face. Opening his lips dutifully between each attempt at irritation.
But Jimin doesn’t budge.
“I don’t want you to be. I’m your pack leader, after all.” The omega shrugs so casually, and Jungkook snorts in disbelief.
“You suck at punishments, omega.”
Finally, that seems to annoy Jimin.
“Then you have nothing to worry about, hm?” He smiles tightly and doesn’t give the alpha any room to answer as another flaky pastry pushes past his lips.
The lightness of the batter mixing perfectly with the thick fudge the pastry is filled with. Jungkook can’t help but hum pleased at the taste.
“That’s right. Shut up and enjoy.” The omega’s growl could be considered adorable if not for the fact he leans impossibly closer to Jungkook and his scent overtakes his senses.
Unlike the overwhelming pressure Jimin put on his gland last night, his scent is inviting and soothing. The crisp winter morning becomes less harsh as Jimin’s smell makes his tensed muscles relax, and the constant stream of food begins to warm him up from the inside out.
The tightness builds up slowly at the pit of his stomach, comforting almost, as Jungkook allows himself to be fed. Losing track of how many pastries he’s worked through, as his stomach begins to adapt to the immense amount of food.
He is not used to eating so many sweets, usually reserved for omegas and pups. His wolf usually craves meat right after the hunt, and that's most of his diet.
But it's a welcomed feeling. The addictive nature of the sugar making it easy to cave in and open his lips eagerly after every bite. Toes curling under the table in delight at the flavor.
Yet he thinks to himself, he is just obeying to get this over with, that's all.
Jungkook tries to focus on the food, and not on the dozen alphas, omegas and betas looking up at them.
Seeing him like this.
But it becomes harder to ignore as the swelling stops feeling like soothing warmth and becomes actually tight.
Jungkook can feel the way his stomach ballooned into a small curve, and the way it lowers all his defenses as his bloat presses to his shirt once more. Making him blink heavily. And makes his breathing slightly deepened at the effort of packing this much food in.
By the feel of it,the unusual feast of pastries is making balloon even more, feeling the waistband of his pants pose a gentle boundary for his expanding stomach.
It’s angry gurgling a clear sign that the alpha’s body is clearly not used to all the flour and sugar
But the omega ignores its cries.
He slightly moves his head away from the next bite, breaking the rhythm he and Jimin had built.
“C–can’t.” He whispers. And for the first time, Jungkook doesn’t speak in complaint, but in plea.
“What?”
“I–I can’t eat anymore I’m… I’m full.” His voice comes out thick, throat coated with chocolate fudge and butter. Breathless as his chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.
“You just need something to drink.” Jimin dismisses him. Even turning his head to the omega feels like an effort. But only that way can Jungkook see Jimin’s cocky smile.
The alpha is once again not given enough time to react, eyes lazily following Jimin’s hands as they reach for a tall glass of milk. Jungkook’s panting keeps his lips open just enough for Jimin to tilt the glass into his lips.
It's a welcome change, in comparison to the usually thick fillings of the pastries.
But it settles all the more quicker in his already packed belly.
Jungkook can almost feel it swell up with each thick gulp; the tight curve stretches his shirt, and pushes back against the waistband of his pants.
Said tightness becomes a sting. One that makes his thighs twitch in discomfort, his back arch forward in an attempt to press the swell of his stomach to his lap; but only manages to cut his belly in half with the waistband of his pants. The alpha’s hands, previously uselessly gripping the armrests in frustration, let go to feel the bottom of the bloat.
Jungkook feels it then, the small taut curve.
Swollen beyond recognition and continuing to push with every heavy gulp of milk. He can’t look for himself, head tilted upwards forcefully as Jimin’s hand tugs at his hair whenever he tries to move away.
Yet he doesn’t have to look to know, he feels big.
Silenced by the seemingly endless glass of milk, all he can do is groan in complaint. A gurgled growl that makes Jimin giggle.
“Okay… okay enough.” He takes back the glass and the alpha gasps for air. “I don’t want you to get sick, it’ll undo all my work.”
In an attempt to give the omega a snarky reply, Jungkook opens his lips but only a small burp pushes its way out of his throat.
He feels dizzy.
“Aw.” The omega coos, small hand patting gently on the swell. “Let's get you to rest, alpha, hm?”
Jimin’s voice is so sweet, and now that the aching subdued to a low thumb on his stomach instead of the jabs of pain, Jungkook’s brain slows down.
He feels the hand untangle from his hair and his alpha misses the support, his head feels so heavy now.
“Come on, up.” He lazily looks up at the smiling omega. Offering his hands for Jungkook to take. He does, and only remembers the audience once he stands up.
And hears the small gasps from wolves looking at them once they get a glance at all of Jimin’s hard work.
But he is far too drowsy to care.
So what if he looks spoiled?
Jungkook does care about something, though.
“N-not here.” The alpha whispers breathless.
“Oh?”
“My hut… I wanna –I can’t, not here.” The alpha can barely string a sentence together.
“Can you make it to your hut?” Jimin coos softly, letting the bigger wolf lean to him pathetically, smile only growing in his face.
And Jungkook wanted to, he did. Nothing sounds better than the feeling of his nest, with all his collection of furs from many successful hunts. Yet after he takes the first clumsy steps out of the table, his stomach churns displeased.
“A–ah-” He gasps and folds over.
And Jimin meets at his eyelevel, with a tender smile.
“This way.” The omega turns the alpha around, in the direction of the small arrangement of pillows on the altar. It takes a few slow, labored, steps for Jungkook to notice they’re going in the wrong direction.
No matter how much his body aches to sit down, the alpha doesn’t want to stay here.
That's how Jimin was able to get him a second time.
And this has been enough.
Jungkook gets the omega off him with a shrug. “No. I-I’m going to my place.” He grumbles, swallowing the hiccup that coaxes its way up. He makes sure to throw a fulminating look Jimin’s way.
“I’m–I’m done with this!” He shouts out, making the heads of the audience turn his way. Jungkook ignores the way his cheeks burn in embarrassment, cupping his stomach protectively.
This is not how a lead hunter should look nor sound.
He huffs and puffs as he tries to rush down the stairs of the altar, belly swollen with pastries that he had no role in hunting.
Each “hurried” step he takes jabs at his lower stomach. The waistband of his pants sinks into the center of his swollen bloat painfully; the food inside it bouncing with each step down the altar.
Jungkook has to make an effort for his face not to contort in discomfort.
But what’s harder is when he is finally at the bottom of the altar, and has to meet face to face with his pack mates.
Looking at him up and down with widened and with pity.
“What are you looking at?!” A growl bubbles in his chest, followed by a hiccup.
He snarls as he makes way through the crowd, bumping shoulders with the other wolves. His humiliation and anger are the perfect fuel for him to start moving quicker in spite of the pain.
And he doesn’t bother looking back to check the head omega’s reaction. Grunting as he pushes open the heavy doors and walks outside.
The crispy morning winter air is a welcomed change from the stuffy room. The crowd and the bloat made Jungkook feel like he was gonna suffocate.
He sighs in relief for a moment before he starts his stride again, slowly through the snow.
But the alpha is only able to take a few steps before he heard the heavy doors open again. He turns to catch the sight of Jimin rushing up to him, with much more ease; Jungkook groans, throwing his head back.
The alpha attempts and fails to walk a little bit quicker.
“What do you want?!” The snow becomes higher as he makes his way in the direction to his hut; only slowing him down even more. Jungkook’s heavy breathing only evidenced by the white puffs coming from his lips.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jimin doesn’t sound nearly as angered as him, but he should be! He is not getting Jungkook again.
“I’m done being your little freak show!” He can hear the head omega getting closer. And, worse yet, hears the choir of mumbles from the wolves that hurried to exit Jimin’s office to watch the scene.
“You don’t get to decide that.” Jimin’s voice speaks really close to him. And two small hands stop Jungkook by the shoulders.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be…” He sing-songs, Jungkook tries to shrug his grip off his shoulders but the omega’s hands only slide down his back and around his waist. Jungkook glares at Jimin over his shoulder.
“Let go of me.” He growls, hands gripping Jimin’s slender wrists.
Jungkook could easily get him off. But another quick glance is all it takes for the alpha to see already a line of wolves looking at them.
And while he is confident in his strength, he is not stupid. Jungkook couldn’t take all of them.
The head omega must know this. Only giggling in delight as his small hands feel the curve of Jungkook’s bloat, caressing up and down.
Gentle at first, before they grope into the taut sensitive skin.
“A–ahn-” The alpha winces in pain. Gripping tighter to Jimin's wrists.
“Don’t wanna stay in my office?” He asks oh so sweetly. The stabbing pain on his stomach clouds Jungkook’s brain, making it harder to string a sentence together without a whine of pain coming out.
He can only nod desperate.
“Oh I understand, alpha. But I can’t let you go just yet.” He can feel the warm breath of the omega against his nape. Dangerously close to Jungkook’s gland.
“I’ll take you somewhere more cozy, yeah?”
It's almost hard to comprehend with the omega’s iron grip of his swollen stomach.
“Okay?” Jimin asks just to watch the alpha struggle.
“O–o..okay.” His voice is nearly unrecognizable, not just thick from the food, but shaky and unstable.
Even after the hands on his bloat let go, and he feels like he can finally breathe, his alpha stays lulled dumb. Letting himself be escorted by Jimin, his instincts drowned by the sense of fullness.
He walks slowly with one hand intertwined with Jimin’s while the other cups at the side of his small bloated stomach.
Jungkook doesn’t want to run anymore, he needs to lay down anywhere. The pain is too much even for him.
It's a blur until he gets to another hut, a bigger one. Barely able to follow his surroundings, he heard some people chatting as he walked through the dimly lit hallway.
Jimin smiles over his shoulder, meeting Jungkook’s glazed drowsy eyes, before he opens the door to reveal a small room, taken up mostly by the extensive nest.
“This is my room.” Jimin explains. Walking in and tugging Jungkook along with him.
“Oh…wow…” He says dumbly, trying to process the implications of being in an unmated omega’s room. His senses invaded by the succulent scent of Jimin.
Clouding his brain in a completely different way.
The omega wants him here.
Inviting and warm, melting away the tension that had built up in his body.
Jimin seems to notice the effect, the alpha’s scent must speak for itself too.
“Come here, alpha.” He gently tugs Jungkook in direction to the pillows.
“A-are you sure?” It may seem uncharacteristic for Jungkook to sound so timid, but his alpha is completely sedated.
The omega smiles endeared. “I’m sure. You need to rest, hm?”
He nods softly and lets himself plop into the soft pillows. They suck his body in and he sinks into the warmth, and the inviting savoury scent of his head omega.
“He’s worse than I thought.” It's the first thing Namhoon says when he walks through the door.
His dainty nose rubs against the juncture of Jungkook’s jaw. Spreading his omega scent deep into Jungkook’s pores.
He can practically feel it seep into his bloodstream, drugging him.
“A-ahn-”
“You’re up.” Jimin whispers, the warm breath tickling against his neck. “Just in time for lunch, alpha.” He purrs, and the pet name is music to Jungkook’s ears.
Brain scrambling to acclimate to the situation, remembering this morning’s events in a hazy memory.
Jungkook remembers the omega’s soft words…
The sweet taste of the pastries…
Being under Jimin’s care…
How good it felt.
How safe his alpha felt being spoiled unlike ever in his life.
“W–wha-?” He asks dumbly, looking up at the ceiling in pure bliss. Feeling his body twitch as Jimin’s nose presses behind his ear.
“Lunch. You must be so hungry…” The omega coos at him with so much confidence. His small hand pats Jungkook’s chest. Slender leg beginning to hook over the alpha’s stomach.
Yeah… Yeah he must be.
He nods softly, a little hum leaving his lips. Jungkok doesn’t remember ever sounding this small.
Ever feeling this small.
“Good.”
Jungkook isn’t even fully awake, yet he already feels warmth spread across his chest at the sound of a pleased omega.
As if on command, a few wolves walk with a big tray. And the alpha is welcomed once again by the sight of a covered plate.
It's pasta this time, creamy and rich, and possibly the food that compliments the omega’s beautiful scent best.
Jungkook pretty much drowns in it, as his head omega doesn’t hold back from invading his personal space.
Overwhelming his alpha in the best way.
This time, there’s no coercion of his instincts, or rationalization to just get the punishment over with.
No, Jungkook’s wolf caves in, needy for the omega’s praise. Eager to keep him close, drown in his scent and go dizzy with the huge bites of creamy pasta.
The only manifestation of dominance comes in the form of Jungkook’s hands, that without much to busy themselves with, hold onto Jimin’s slim waist. The omega only giggles, knowing better than to take Jungkook’s alpha seriously.
How could he? When Jungkook mewls with every bite of pasta that stretches his lips and makes cream drip from his chin. Or, even if he struggles to keep his eyes open, he continues to look up at the omega straddling his lap.
Looking up with so much reverence, so much adoration.
“Alpha… Look at you. Eating so well just for me?” And oh if that doesn’t make Jungkook all the more eager as he reaches for the forkful in Jimin’s hand.
He nods as a muffled moan slips from his lips. And Jungkook is rewarded by the omega invading his space even more, their noses close.
“Didn’t even have to do anything, hm? Alpha was just waiting for it.” Jimin says so sweetly.
“For me.” The omega says and Jungkook feels dizzy with arousal, mewling at his words.
He is only made aware of his bloat by Jimin’s slender yet soft torso pressing against it. His small hand finding its way to the alpha’s hair once again.
Jungkook moans in delight. The gentle pressure offers the best warmth to soothe the growing tightness in his belly.
“Acting all tough when we are in public… But you are just another eager puppy.” Jimin’s face overtakes his vision from their close proximity.
And the omega’s smile widens in endearment, before it turns into something a little more sinister.
“You break just as easily as the others. Isn’t that right, alpha?”
“Y-yes…” He manages to whisper out. His hands on the omega’s waist tightening and pulling him closer. Jungkook feels the way the swell of his stomach barely gives in against the pressure; bloated tight from Jimin’s spoiling.
Being so close, it's impossible not to notice the way the omega’s breath deepened too. Shallow through his parted lips; hands gripping into his hair before one of them begins to slowly caress its way down Jungkook’s neck.
Brushing his gland it continues downwards following the curve of his pecs, before it settles between their pressed bodies.
Unlike the harsh gripping he was subjected to earlier that day, Jimin’s hand begins to add a gentle pressure against the swell. Before its tenderly rubbing Jungkook’s bloat.
Every muscle in his body relaxes at the feeling, head falling to rest his head against Jimin’s shoulder, his own warm breath hitting against the omega’s gland.
“A-ah… That’s… That’s it. Let me help you, alpha.” If he already had become addicted to the sound of Jimin’s praise, when his voice is being shaken by pleasure it's downright maddening.
The heat that was collecting around his bloated stomach travels downwards, Jungkook feels his own knot twitch with want. Too busy drowning in the scent of a pleased omega and the relaxing feeling of fullness to realize his circumstances.
To realize Jimin is using his omega against him.
It feels too good.
Treated in a way that is entirely new for him, pinned down where he sits by the ginormous amount of food.
Food an omega brought for him.
Only in this hazy state of mind can Jungkook admit… how amazing it feels to be taken care of for a change.
To be under someone's care.
To be spoiled.
Jungkook can’t help the way his hips grind upwards, right where he feels the omega sitting on him. Just so he can get another shaky whiff of Jimin’s aroused scent, of his trembling voice.
“A-anh- A–alpha-” He gasps and Jungkook feels his head spinning. Encouraged, his humps become stronger, even if he grunts under the displeased tightness in his stomach.
All too perceptive, Jimin notices. “E–easy…” Suddenly, the hand on his stomach presses down with a bit more force, one that stops Jungkook in his tracks.
He looks down as the alpha’s head still rests against Jimin’s shoulder to watch the way the omega’s small hand sinks barely onto the unnatural roundness of his stomach.
The alpha would have taken offense if not for the fact Jimin begins to grind on him instead. With much more control and precision, he drags his crotch against Jungkook’s thighs before it presses against his bulge.
And, much like Jimin’s previous ministrations, it feels so good to relish his control onto the head omega. He can only moan against his skin, nails sinking gently onto the suppleness of Jimin’s hips, as he lets the omega set the pace.
Slower, and all the more provoking. Jungkook growls in concentration to match his rhythm.
A growl that Jimin doesn’t seem to take too seriously, with an amused giggle leaving his lips.
“You can’t go any faster, alpha.” He says, the hand leveraging itself on his belly squeezes gently scolding.
Even in his drunken haze, Jungkook feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment. Jimin is making him feel so good, and the alpha can’t even reciprocate properly. Too stuffed to be able to move.
He speaks for the first time in a while, empowered by ego.
“L–later… W-when I’m not full.”
Jimin’s eyes and smile widen comically. “Hm?”
“I’ll–I’ll fuck you properly.” He hushes out, a confident smile taking over his face.
“Sure you will, alpha.” Jimin says sweetly, making sure his words are accompanied by the pressure of his weight against the tent that's beginning to form on Jungkook’s pants. Making him groan in pleasure as he squirms under the omega.
Jungkook wraps his arms tight around Jimin’s waist, keeping him close and on his bulge. Ass dragging against it through the scratchy fabric of his pants, that feel all too warm even for the winter temperature.
His crotch beginning to dampen under the tent with a mix of sweat and precum, he whines incoherently into the omega’s shoulder. It's been so long since Jungkook had managed to be with someone, his knot sensitive with neglect.
The omega must sense the desperation in his scent, the arousal that wettens the tip of his tent, even if his hips squirm, unable to hump. “Thats it…” He praises, and Jungkook’s knot twitches in response to Jimin’s voice.
When he lifts his head from Jimin’s shoulder it feels heavy, drunk in the scent of Jimin’s slick, not missing the way the head omega’s hips grind easier against his bulge with his own dampness to help. Jimin’s round cheeks are flushed pink, lips opened for his pants, a wide smile on his face even through his own half lidded eyes.
“Give up control, alpha.” He whispers. “J-just like that, good.” His praise is intoxicating.
Jungkook’s lips are parted too, already breathless by the time he was done with his meal, but downright gasping for air now. A shaky moan slips from his lips as he nods reverently. Hands impulsively hugging the omega closer.
He will be so good.
A whimper leaves his lips when he feels Jimin’s hands sink a bit further into his bloat. Settled there to support his body as the omega aligns himself with Jungkook’s bulge.
Slick drips from Jimin with an abundance he can’t remember in any other omega, dampening his clothes to the point the outline of his asscheeks is clear as day. Pants drenched and skin tight. We to the point Jungkook can feel it through both of their clothes when the omega sits directly on his bulge.
In the back of his mind, he knows how pathetic it is, for his knot to begin to swell just from this. But Jungkook’s pleasure runs too deep.
Lulled dumb by the food stretching his stomach.
Made needy by the thick smell of slick and omega pleasure.
And kept in place by the weight of Jimin’s ass on his dick.
All too perceptive, Jimin’s smile impossibly widens, cupping Jungkook’s chin to look up at him.
“You’re gonna pop a knot, alpha?” The sweetness in his voice begins to border on the condescending. But Jungkook is all too overwhelmed to mind, whining embarrassed as he nods eagerly.
He tries to speak through his gasps, but only an incoherent mewl comes from his lips. Struggling to even keep his eyes opened in the omega’s direction, only able to nod shortly.
It's laughable, knot threatening so fast he didn’t even get it inside the omega. Or, worse yet, so quick Jimin hadn’t even gotten a chance to see it.
But Jimin doesn’t seem to find it unattractive at all. In fact, he leans downwards for his lips to clash against Jungkook’s in a heated kiss.
The alpha’s head swims, kissing back without a second thought.
He is following Jimin’s instructions.
Letting go.
Relishing his control to him.
And it feels so good.
“F-fuck, Jungkook…” He whispers lowly against Jungkook’s lips. Arousal pouring from his voice, before he sinks back again into the kiss.
Jimin’s hand begins an attempt to travel downwards between their pressed crotches, but pleasure beats the omega to it.
All the alpha can do is squirm in desperation as he feels himself released into his pants, mostly completely untouched. Hips weakly humping up to Jimin’s ass, milking his orgasm against the cold, sticky, fabric. The shaky cries that leave his lips being swallowed by the messy kiss.
The omega seems to kiss all the more eager once he realizes Jungkook is knotting. Jungkook pulls out first from the kiss, gasping for air and shivering from overstimulation.
Feeling some of the post-knot clarity, Jungkook’s face burns impossibly more. He doesn’t think he’s knotted untouched since presenting as an alpha. But the head omega has Jungkook feel an entirely different kind of feverish arousal.
“L-let me give you some new clothes.” Jimin speaks through a breathless chuckle. He looks a bit disheveled too, even if he doesn’t match the complete mess Jungkook became in the span of this meal.
The alpha’s eyelids blink heavily, but he manages to look down at their crotches just as Jimin is standing up from his lap…
“Yeah… Yeah these are ruined.” He manages to mumble a bit widened at the absolutely drenched state of his and Jimin’s clothes.
That definitely isn’t just precum.
Jimin giggles and stands up. “I’m sorry, I’ll put those to wash.” He doesn’t sound apologetic at all, smiling at Jungkook over his shoulder as he makes his way to the dresser.
Without the heat of the moment to keep him distracted, the embarrassment really begins to settle into him, soiled pants and full tummy. Laying in the bed of the omega whose authority he had challenged several times in the last few days.
The head omega, however, doesn’t seem to have any embarrassment, beginning to unlace his pants right in front of Jungkook. Chuckling a little uncomfortably as he begins to peel them off his thighs.
“I’m a mess.” Jimin confesses looking up at Jungkook, letting their eyes meet.
Yes, Jungkook is staring.
“M–me too.” He replies, but the alpha’s eyes follow Jimin’s hands as they peel the drenched fabric from Jimin’s skin. The omega’s underwear is no better, nearly see through with slick.
He has to look away, face burning with want. Instead he looks down at himself. His own pants soaked both by Jimin and himself. Jungkook can’t help but stare transfixed.
Something shifted between them. That much is obvious.
Jungkook has already (forcefully) shown the most vulnerable side of his wolf to the omega. Sensitivities not even he knew he had, and feelings he didn’t know he was allowed to experience.
While Jimin… Well, Jimin is starting to crack.
“Was that part of the punishment?” His question breaks through the otherwise comfortable silence. His eyes still follow Jimin, who in his ruined underwear walks over to the bathroom.
But he stops right at the threshold of the door to look over his shoulder at Jungkook, a small, almost timid smile on his face.
“Not really…”
The alpha’s chest warms all over, from his chest all the way to the tips of his ears. He smiles back at Jimin, feeling the surge of confidence that comes with the sight of an omega you made drenched in slick.
“Good to know.”
It's Jimin’s turn to break eye contact, scoffing flustered. “I’ll go wash up b-but here.” He rummages through a drawer and throws some clothes on the bed. “You can put these on.”
Jungkook begins to open his mouth to answer, but he is cut short by Jimin quickly shutting the door to the bathroom, leaving the alpha by himself.
Aw
He can still feel the smile on his face as he changes clothes. Only remembering about his bloat as he undoes his soiled pants, and feels finally the release of his stomach to push further out. Now fully pressing and curving the fabric of his shirt.
It's still an odd sight. With morbid curiosity, Jungkook’s hands reach for the swell, slipping under the hem of his shirt to get a proper feel of the taut skin.
Before seeking refuge in this pack, Jungkook had lost a lot of weight; all alone he wasn’t able to hunt much at all. And it’s weight he is still in the process of recovering, specially in this harsh winter. It's not as easy as it sounds though, only eating hunting leftovers.
But he is much better off than when some of Jimin’s pack found him. Even in the taut dome of his bloat, Jungkook is still able to press his fingers a little bit into the slight padding he’s managed to collect over these weeks of eating properly again.
Underneath that, his stomach is packed tight. Pushing out mostly from the top of his stomach where it's compact, before mellowing out further down his stomach; where the skin pushes out in a much gentler way. Still hard to the touch, but with a bit more give for his fingers to sink into.
It's with the caressing of his hands that he feels it, right along the line of his belly button, a wide dent that goes all around his stomach. He traces it curiously, that must have been the waistband of his pants.
Jungkook hadn’t realized how tight they were.
“What are you doing?” Jimin’s voice startles him out of his train of thought. The alpha looks up, still in his soiled, but undone, pants. Both hands on his swell.
“Nothing…” He replies dumbly, earning an amused smile from the omega.
“You know, you’re gonna feel bloated for a while.” With slow steps, he comes face to face with Jungkook again; who awkwardly retrieves his hands from where they were caressing his stomach.
It feels good for Jimin to have to look up at him for a change.
The alpha snorts. “I feel like I’ve been bloated for the past two days.”
“See? I can give a good punishment.” Jimin shrugs with his lips pursed into a pout.
And Jungkook can’t help the genuine chuckle that bubbles on his chest.
“What?! I am!”
This version of ‘punishment’ involves a lot more pleasure than Jungkook would have anticipated.
“You’re right.” He says instead, indulging the head omega; hands awkwardly by his sides not knowing what to do, where to hold onto.
“I always am.” Jimin’s smile is almost jokingly confident, before patting Jungkook’s bloat gently. “Now change, or I won’t let you back into the nest.” He chirps as he plops back into the big mattress.
But Jungkook is left a little startled.
Oh
The alpha is lucid enough now, and can properly understand the implications of being invited into the omega’s nest. As unceremonious as it was, Jungkook was still here, in Jimin’s hut.
A smile grows on his face.
Is this the head omega’s way of asking for courtship?
How prideful.
How cute.
Jungkook doesn’t let another second go to waste, changing himself quickly. Trying his best to hide his shyness over being nude, if only for a few seconds before he puts the clean clothes on.
These pants are… very breathy. Almost uncharacteristic of winter clothes. But they’re very roomy. Jungkook can’t even feel his bloat.
Are these Jimin’s?
The omega once again interrupts his train of thought. “Come here.” His arms are opened and his expression is pouty. Making Jungkook pretty much forget what he was thinking about, as a smile spreads across his face and he crawls onto the nest.
That’s when the feeling of fullness really takes protagonism. Previously overshadowed by their arousal, now Jungkook feels all that drowsiness catch up to him.
Even if it seems like it's the first time he has been lucid in these past two days, the alpha feels too at peace to disrupt this moment with unnecessary questions.
He can just let himself enjoy this.
The way the omega fits in his arms, warm yet small against his frame. Jimin’s scent lulled him to sleep with each slow inhale, his hands wrapped around Jungkook’s neck intimately.
Jimin clings to his side, and even if he is lucid, Jungkook’s instincts urge him to not leave the omega alone. Nearly scolding him for even thinking of going back to his hut.
So instead, he waits for Jimin to leave first. It's clear this isn’t part of the punishment, or that any resentment has evidently mellowed out, so he should just be able to leave after Jimin, when his alpha allows him to.
The only problem is… Jimin doesn’t really leave.
And Jungkook, for the most part, doesn’t really care.
Even without forcefully sedating him, with food or abusing Jungkook’s gland; just having Jimin’s undivided attention is already soothing the alpha. Almost unable to keep his hands off Jungkook, it inflates the alpha’s already inflated ego. Keeping Jungkook scented and happy; kiss-drunk, and thoroughly knotted.
It's easy to let Jimin set the pace in this state of bliss. Letting the omega handle him how he wants, tugging Jungkook to the shower, or back to the bed, or between the omega’s legs.
And meals… Jimin is very passionate about meal times.
No matter if all they did that day was roll around Jimin’s nest together, the head omega will stop them to make sure they eat.
And he always orders too much.
And he always makes Jungkook finish whatever is left over. No exceptions.
But it's nothing like the meals he had to eat as punishment, Jimin never orders enough food for it to become painful. Instead leaving Jungkook warm and perfectly full, cuddly and entirely satisfied.
Days go by, he knows; but it's all a little blurry. Jimin hardly leaves him alone for a moment, and the alpha is drowning under the attention; not finding any excuse to want to leave.
In fact, it takes him by surprise when the question escapes his lips.
“So when am I going back?” He asks casually while cleaning the chicken bone with his teeth.
“Going back?” He doesn’t check for Jimin’s reaction, instead inspecting the bone for any leftover meat.
“Yeah… Like my hut?” The alpha does turn his head now, smiling a bit puzzled.
But Jimin isn’t smiling back.
“Why would you want to go?” A frown grows on his face. “I’ve given you everything.” And Jungkook gulps the lump that developed on his throat, as he scrambles for an answer.
“You have…” He agrees, pursing his lips. “But you know, I’m the one who should… provide for you.” As Jungkook voices it out loud, he feels the air shift; quickly breaking eye contact with Jimin to look back at his platter of chicken.
“Is that so?” Jimin’s tone doesn’t sound angry at all. A sign the alpha should have recognized from his very first stuffings, but after these days… this week? of harmony, Jungkook is only made feel safer.
He smiles, daring to look at the omega again. “Yeah… I’m the alpha, aren’t I?”
Jimin leans closer, smile only widening, their noses close and his scent so yummy.
“No. Not anymore.” It's barely above a whisper, the omega bites his bottom lip almost eagerly.
He blinks, smile growing confusedly. “W-what do you mean, omega?” He can’t help but notice Jimin’s scent grow excited, his alpha wants to reciprocate but Jungkook feels weary.
“You still don’t get it…” Jimin begins to crawl onto his lap. Jungkook scrambles to sit up until his back is flush against the headboard of the nest. The omega crowds his space, letting their torsos press together, he feels Jimin’s body press against his own.
There is a softness, a give, to his torso that he doesn’t remember having. Small tummy squishing against Jimin’s own. The omega hooks his arms on Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers cradling and combing through the long brown locks at the alpha’s nape; making all that much harder to concentrate.
“You can forget about your subgender, Jungkookie.” His voice is so sweet.
“From now on, you’re mine. And nothing else.”
“What?!” He pushes the omega off him, letting Jimin fall on the expansive nest against his back. Towering over him with quickening breaths.
“Y-you told me I just had to eat!” The stuttering of his voice doesn't diminish the absolute anger in his voice.
He forgot how infuriating it is to see Jimin’s smile widened at his words. “And it is.” The omega responds oh so calmly, kneeling to be once more at Jungkook’s eye level, hands tracing the outline of the alpha’s chest.
“You just have to stay here, and let me spoil you rotten.” Jimin smiles to himself. “Until you no longer look like anything other than a pampered pup.” The alpha feels his heartbeat thrumming between his ears. Looking down at himself, following the pattern of Jimin’s hands along his muscular chest.
“Doesn’t that sound nice, pup?” The pet name makes Jungkook’s head snap back to meet Jimin’s eyes. His hands go to the omega’s shoulders and push him back and out of his personal space once again.
“You are sick!” He shouts climbing off the nest, rushing for the door.
Locked.
He grunts, pulling at the doorknob with clumsy aggression, making the wood slam against the threshold.
But it doesn’t budge. No matter how much he grunts in desperation, or if he begins to shoulder the door trying to burst it open.
The only thing able to stop his ministrations is the delicate touch of Jimin’s hands around his waist. A sensation he has gotten familiar with, but that still sends shivers down his spine.
“Oh, alpha…” He chuckles gently, letting his body press to Jungkook’s back. The tips of Jimin’s fingers trace down the curve of his tubby stomach. Letting the alpha feel just how much it pushes out, bloated forward.
Though… Jungkook still hadn’t finished his lunch.
And it certainly doesn’t feel like a bloat when Jimin sinks his fingers in, letting the alpha feel the plush padding that covers his stomach; making him gasp.
“Y–You can’t keep me he-here…” The trembling of his voice, Jungkook can’t recognize if it's because of the sensitive stretched skin of his stomach or, worse, from fear.
“I know.” He can feel Jimin’s breath hit against his back. “But I can keep you here for another meal.”
Jimin’s leg pushes against Jungkook’s, with surprising amounts of strength, the omega widens his stance. Bringing the alpha down at his level.
He is suddenly ambushed by Jimin’s lips against his neck.
Against his gland.
Plump and wet, they wrap around the poor nub and suck gently. The omega’s fangs barely graze the overstimulated gland.
“A-ahn-!” Jungkook cries, his grip tightening on the doorknob, but his knees tremble weakened.
The feeling of JImin’s tongue press flat against the gland makes his eyes cross. Entire body shivering as Jungkook overheats. Voice trembling weak as he tries to plead for mercy.
“J–Jimin… Jimin p–please-” He gasps when he feels the gentle pop of the omega’s plump lips pulling from his gland.
“You sound so pretty when you beg for me.” A giggle is attached to the end of JImin’s sentence. As his hands release their grip on Jungkook’s belly and steps back from where he pressed onto the alpha’s back.
It takes a moment for Jungkook to compose himself, drunk with JImin’s scent. Iron grip on the door handle still; as if the only thing helping him stay upright. Jungkook hears rustling behind him but he stays looking down at himself.
He does look… tubby.
Much like Jimin’s hands had made him feel.
“Puppy?” Jimin calls for him from the nest, the alpha drowsily turns his head, feeling his fringe stick to his head coated with a slight amount of sweat.
How long has it been since Jungkook felt the crispy winter air?
How long has he been here?
The omega lays on the nest, having stripped whatever clothes he had on, deliciously plump and completely bare. Soft thighs pressed together almost timidly, as he moves the plate of chicken Jungkook had been going at to the bedside.
“Y-yes?” His voice doesn’t sound like his own.
Jungkook doesn’t feel much like himself at all, responding to that pet name.
“Come here. Don’t you want dessert?”
The alpha looks away, back down at himself.
No… No, he is done…
“I know you aren’t full yet.” The smile on Jimin’s face is audible through his words, so very sure of himself.
He isn’t… Jungkook might even be closer to being hungry than anything.
“My puppy has an appetite…”
He does…
There’s more rustling from the nest,and he turns to see. Jimin is pulling from the bedside table a big platter, heavy with the weight of a layered cake. One Jungkook has become quite familiar with over the span of the past… however long he’s been here.
No… No he tightens his grip on the door, He wants to leave.
With a gentle sigh, Jimin gets up from the nest.
“I told you…” The omega walks towards Jungkook, platter in one hand. And he hates how much his alpha preens for his scent, needy for Jimin’s lips around his gland.
Instead, the omega pulls out a key in his other hand. “I know I can’t keep you here forever.” The honesty of his tone is something Jungkook isn’t entirely used to. Big eyes follow quizzically, as Jimin’s hand reaches for the keyhole and twists.
“Just stay for dessert, hm?” He hears the clicking of the door. And then feels the gentle give of the door handle under the weight of the alpha’s hand.
It 's unlocked.
Now with a free hand, Jimin’s fingers caress Jungkook’s cheek to his chin, turning the alpha’s head to him. “Now… Will you have some cake with me?”
Jungkook can only stare dumbly, eyes scanning down Jimin’s naked body before meeting the cake. Licking his lips instinctively. He catches the omega’s lips turning upwards, as he reaches for the cake with his free hand.
Before smearing it from his lips down his neck.
“W-what the-” Jungkook begins, startled.
“Oops.” Jimin grins unapologetic. As the alpha blinks, eyes scan from his plump lips, down the gentle curve of the omega’s jaw, to his exposed naked neck.
Jungkook feels himself gulp, feeling the gentle touch of Jimin’s fingers going up his neck to the alpha’s nape. They squeeze gently and begin to pull the alpha closer.
He could resist, he is stronger than the omega; who isn’t applying much pressure at all.
But why would he? The door is unlocked already.
And he has JImin’s neck bared and covered in chocolate.
When their lips meet, Jungkook poses no resistance. Melting right into the chocolate flavor coating Jimin’s lips. He hums pleased as his tongue darts across Jimin’s full bottom lip, scraping the cake off.
The hand on his nape tightens its grip as Jimin begins to walk backwards, refusing to let the alpha separate too much. Rather distracting Jungkook by guiding his head down to the corner of the omega’s lips, to his soft jaw.
Chocolate and thyme intoxicate him enough to realize he is walking away from the door. Even as Jimin falls onto his back on the nest and Jungkook follows right after; spreading the omega’s thighs with his hips as he settles right in between.
Already sucking and licking the cake off his neck; without the omega’s hand guiding him to do so.
“A–ah… That’s it, good, good.” Jimin’s praise has an iron grip on his will. Going mad over the way the hand on his neck becomes less demanding and more helpless as it tangles onto Jungkook’s curls.
It feels good, to finally be the one sucking on Jimin’s scent gland, flattening his tongue against it and sucking all the chocolate cake from his skin.
To finally be the one making Jimin squirm, feeling his thighs squeeze around Jungkook’s hips, hand in his hair tightening and body quivering. So close he is able to hear all of the omega’s little gasps for air, and sighs of pleasure.
“Y–yes– yes, ah- puppy…” Jimin hardly sounds like himself, shaken and weak.
He loves it.
The abandoned cake only becomes relevant again when Jungkook’s tongue spreads its spit along the clean skin. Jimin’s scent has overpowered that of the cake, and tainting Jungkook’s lips with thyme.
He spots it, having clumsily landed next to Jimin when the omega fell onto the nest. Jungkook reaches for a fistful of it, and spreads it down Jimin’s naked chest and stomach.
The alpha separates just to take a good look at his body laid out.
“You’re gorgeous…” He breathes out, his widened eyes meeting Jimin’s hazy ones. The omega’s cheeks dusted pink, and his lips parted breathless.
“I could never say no to you…” The confession leaves Jungkook’s lips, and he can’t know if it's truthful or if it's his instincts talking.
Or if it's a tortuous mixture of both.
“T–then take me.” Heat pulls at his navel just watching Jimin struggle to speak coherently. Senses completely overwhelmed with the abuse of Jungkook’s tongue. “ I’m… I’m yours…”
And how could Jungkook ever refuse an offer like that?
Before he can come up with a response, he is sinking back in. It's Jungkook’s turn for his hands to claim and manhandle Jimin. They cup at his waist and push it up, forcing the omega to arch his back to him.
It gives him all the better access to Jimin’s chest, the softened mounds of his chest coated entirely in moist chocolate cake. Nipples hardened against the cold ganache and blush darkened as the omega looked down at himself.
He doesn’t waste a second, keeping Jimin in place as he laps up the cake from Jimin’s chest. Letting his tongue drag across it and wrap around the omega’s puffy nipples. His alpha becomes in tune with his reactions.
Dragging his fangs gently even where he doesn’t need to just to hear another whimper slip from JImin’s lips. His hands tightening on his waist just to feel him quiver underneath his palms.
Jungkook truly does feel the omega's words now.
Jimin is his.
The chocolate cake had been overpowering, so much so that it’s only as Jungkook kisses and licks down the omega’s softened stomach, that he catches a scent of something else.
Sweeter than any dessert, the smell of JImin’s slick makes his nostrils flare as he looks up at the omega. Finding that Jimin looks down at him with a bashful expression.
It's easy to forget about the cake then.
He leans down between Jimin’s legs then, letting the softened thighs cage around his head and suffocate in a chamber of omega scent. Watching the thin glistening slick coat along his inner thighs and crotch.
Jungkook can’t remember how long it's been since he had been able to taste an omega. Probably because Jimin is everything his mind can think about, moaning against his entrance, tongue vibrating against the hot skin before the alpha pushes it in.
His face is entirely buried, his nose brushes against Jimin’s taint, coaxing weak little cries from Jimin with each slight movement of his head. The omega’s hands gripping at his hair, but without any real power over the alpha.
The alpha feels both entirely in control, and completely mad with lust. Only made aware of his hard-on with the compulsive humping of his hips against the mattress. It makes his movements a little more aggressive, less controlled.
But the moans Jimin screams out when Jungkook’s fangs occasionally drag against his skin reassure him.
The omega can take it.
And Jungkook was never one to hold back.
He hasn’t felt this much like himself in a long time. As he feels Jimin orgasm directly on his face, making a mess from his lips and cheeks. Lifting himself up to properly admire the twitching of his omega.
“But how does he do it?” Namjoon frowns confusedly
“That's it… Good boy…” Jungkook’s thumb pets where he cups Jimin’s thigh.
“Jimin!” He turns to the alpha. “It can’t be easy to tame an omega. They could overpower him at any time.”
“He doesn’t give them the chance to.” Yoongi shakes her head. “He strips an alpha into his most basic instincts and uses them against them.”
Jimin doesn’t respond, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Staring at Jungkook dazed and overwhelmed. Making the alpha feel all the more accomplished.
The alpha shakes his head and chuckles. “Hell… I bet most times the alphas feel powerful when they’re right where Jimin wants them to be.”
The omega’s hands speak first, trailing up Jungkook’s arms to his shoulders.
“Y-you’re hard.” Jimin observes. His voice is hoarse and small still.
Jungkook’s smile only widens. “I am.”
When he smiles back, it is giddier than the alpha ever remembers seeing him.
“You like eating off me?”
Drunk with arousal and confidence, Jungkook nods without a doubt. Jimin’s hands move downwards, following the gentle curve of the alpha’s pecs and down his stomach.
That curve still feels unfamiliar, pliant and slightly more bloated from the chocolate cake.
But anything can feel good under the touch of Jimin’s palms.
“A-alpha…” He follows the omega’s touch until they brush his happy trail, settling just above Jungkook’s semi. “How about I help you while you finish it off?”
Just the fact that Jimin is acknowledging him as an alpha again is enough to convince Jungkook of doing anything.
There’s more than half of the cake. He tugs the plate closer to them and smears another fistful of it, across Jimin’s neck. The omega pliant and easy as he lets Jungkook make a mess of him.
Probably because he knows Jungkook will clean him right up.
It's only until the alpha begins to eat off him, that Jimin’s hand moves downwards from where it settled against Jungkook’s happy trail. He gasps against the omega’s skin when he feels the small fingers wrap around the base.
Jimin’s pace is leisured, but indulgent. Pumping Jungkook in rhythm to the alpha’s eating. He hums against the skins; his moans muffled by the big bites of cake. The gentle strokes making him uncoordinated, eating more than he can chew; his jaw perpetually hanging low in pleasure.
His hands find their way back to Jimin’s waist, keeping him still even though Jungkook is the one shivering. Hips resuming their humping into the omega’s fist. Trying really hard for arousal to not mess the rhythm they’ve built together. The sound of his eating and moaning followed by the growingly wetter sound of Jimin’s pumping.
Grinding forward with each dip of Jungkook’s face into the crook of the omega’s neck, lapping up the moist chocolate cake until the skin is bare; until Jungkook can leave a mark.
He can feel his back arch not only with the movement of his hips, but also with the heaviness of the bloat growing in his belly.
Jungkook can definitely feel it, swelling up and pressing against Jimin’s own soft stomach.
It drags with the movement of his hips, bearable still thanks to the newfound padding along his belly. Not quite as taut as it used to be.
Recognizing that fact now, only makes his knot throb with want.
So what if he let himself get spoiled? He gets to give back to Jimin now.
As he goes on, he feels the cake take up more room, the padding covering his belly needing to stretch out. Swollen bloat making Jungkook’s moans breathier, and his eating messier. All the blood in his body collects by his stomach and groin, making his mind wobbly.
It's already an effort when he manages to eat everything. Licking the last bit of chocolate fudge and nipping at Jimin’s chest where it laid. Lips pressed with a satisfied smile against the skin.
Smile that is quickly whipped off, since Jimin’s pumping stops almost immediately after the alpha is done eating.
The continuous flow of precum halted as the omega squeezed at the base of his dick, right above where the knot soon would begin to form.
“A–ahn-” He chokes in discomfort. “O–omega…W–what?” His brain scrambles to put words together and out of his lips in a coherent manner.
But his brain wobbles with arousal, his voice is thick with chocolate fudge, and his breathing labored with the swollen bloat coaxing the air out of his lungs.
“Grab some more, and spread it.” It truly shows just how much more lucid Jimin is in comparison to the alpha. Who blinks dumbly up at the omega.
“Cake, pup.” Jimin adds.
Jungkook turns his head towards the abandoned plate. There’s way more than he is comfortable eating right now…
“You heard me… Eat it.” The omega’s tone is not nearly as patient.
Hand on Jungkook’s dick tugs, pulling the alpha closer with a whine. Close enough for Jimin’s free hand to reach for the cake, and push another mouthful against Jungkook’s lips.
His discomfort is immediately subdued, as his lips struggle to wrap around the handful Jimin’s hand resumes its gentle pumping. And Jungkook is humping back into it way too eagerly for someone whose stomach is pushing past their limit.
“That’s it… You’re so good for me, aren’t you, Jungkoook?” There’s a meaner tone to his voice. As if taking vengeance from the alpha’s brief moment of power.
Yet he can’t bring himself to care, the arousal too overwhelming for Jungkook to register the growing discomfort at the pit of his stomach, or the mocking of the head omega.
“You’ll just do anything I say…” Jimin muses, breath brushing Jungkook’s ear.
He doesn’t care if his bloat not only glides against Jimin’s torso but presses into him, heavy with butter, sugar and chocolate. If he looks swollen from Jimin’s indulgent feeding, if he’s tubbier than a lead hunter should be.
It's impossible to ignore, though. The way it weighs down on his arched back, and slows down his grinds. Rendering him lazy and gasping for air.
And yet he loves it.
The heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach that kept him drowsy.
The overpowering chocolate flavor and heavy scent of the omega clouding his senses impossibly more.
The continuous pumping on his dick.
Jungkook begins to feel the swell of his knot expand under Jimin’s hands. His thrusting is impossibly clumsier as he focuses on finishing the cake like the omega had instructed him. Which becomes harder with each thick swallow, not only because of the growingly painful stretch of his stomach, but as Jungkook’s pleasure takes more protagonism.
He begins to chase his own orgasm. Quickening his humping and leaving behind some of the sparse cake left on the omega’s skin. Jungkook leaves a puddle of drool onto Jimin’s skin, where he drags his lips up and down gently with his thrusts.
His moans are unrecognizable, breathless and a little pained. Lips opening and closing but nothing comes out.
He is so close.
Trying to warn Jimin is no use, he feels his knot beginning to burst out-
But the omega presses his thumb right against the slit of Jungkook’s tip.
A choked sob leaves the alpha’s panting lips. Body contorting displeased.
“Go on.” Jimin’s voice is contrastingly gentle to the blinding pressure being pushed against the alpha’s tip. “You know what to do.”
Jungkook’s brain is fuzzy as he looks up from where his cheek was pressed to the omega’s chest. Eyes blinking open groggily trying to scan for any remains of the chocolate cake. Even if the sight of it makes his distended stomach churn in complaint.
There it is, in the juncture of Jimin’s jaw line and neck.
It's a struggle to even control his breathing, trembling arms lifting him up just enough.
Jimin bares his neck so prettily for him, almost sweetly if it wasn’t for the iron grip on his cock.
He lowers himself shakily down to the omega’s neck, whimpering as the closer he gets to Jimin the harder the pressure against his slit. And licks it clean.
“Good boy.” The omega mimics Jungkook’s words. Slowly releasing his thumb while he is still nuzzled into Jimin’s neck.
A shaky, broken, cry leaves his lips. Jungkook’s entire body shudders, hips uncoordinated as they hump into the air. Tip of his cock brushing pathetically against his painfully swollen stomach.
His knot spurts onto his own belly and Jimin’s chest. Big load making his thighs squirm where they straddle the omega’s body, weakened by his release. Soft moans and panting taking over the otherwise quiet room.
The omega’s hand tangles in Jungkook’s hair once more, encouraging him to stay in the crook of his neck. And lowering the alpha’s shaky body to lay on his. A sweet release from the effort his body was under; not just from the withhold of his orgasm, but from his bloat as well.
The press of his swollen belly against Jimin’s body is the perfect amount of pressure on his stomach to finally start digesting. Breathless still, as his deep inhales take whiffs of Jimin’s soothing scent; helping him come down. Jimin’s hand combs through his hair slowly.
It wouldn’t be the last time Jungkook was allowed to feel in control, though. Always delivered in brief encapsulated moments, he would be able to have Jimin as an alpha.
At this moment Jungkook doesn’t feel powerful at all.
But with time, it became clear it was just a way for Jimin to get his way later on. In a way that somehow undid all of the “power” Jungkook had managed to collect.
And yet, the alpha fell for it every time. Soaking up Jimin’s moans of his name, instincts eager to prove himself to the omega, willing to do everything for his pleasure…
Well, that's not much different than when Jimin is in complete control. To the point where succumbing to the omega has become easier each time.
Jimin still pushes his limits, though. But he is not nearly as harsh as he used to be; his demands come out in the form of gentle encouragement, whispered praise, scenting and knotting as his rewards.
Which, in Jungkook’s almost constant dazed state of mind, is good enough of a reason to obey.
Most waking hours of the day, Jimin’s makes sure they spend eating. Or… better said, Jimin spends it feeding him, and Jungkook spends it letting himself be fed. Always accompanied by some form of scenting, kissing.. or if Jungkook is particularly lucky, he’d be getting his knot popped in one way or another.
He can tell Jimin doesn’t stay the entire time in their room. Often slipping out of Jungkook’s sleepy (or near food-coma state) to walk out the door. Jungkook is far too dazed to stop him, and there's not room in his mind to question the omega on it once he returns. Since most times, he comes back with a full platter of food and a scent full of mischief.
These days it feels like Jungkook doesn’t have much room in his mind to think about anything.
Food takes up most of his thoughts, as with time, not only does it become easier to stomach all the feasts Jimin brings for the alpha; but Jungkook is becoming hungrier.
The way he would wake up still feeling ballooned and full after Jimin’s stuffings is a long lost memory; as now Jungkook’s stomach is whining greedily even before JImiin is walking through the door.
He can feel himself getting bigger, the padding on his belly making his bloats less taut no matter how much he eats. Stretching the waistband of those pants Jimin gave to him all that time ago. Feeling his bloat press against it at first, before his stomach began constantly pressing to the waistband; offering a constant support against his stomach.
Now… It digs into his stomach constantly; even when he lays down it cuts his belly in half…
It's been quite a while since Jungkook had put them on. Opting instead to lounge nude in the nest.
Jimin had been quite happy with this new development.
But it's not just the pants... Jungkook feels it all over, the way the omega’s indulgence shows on his body.
He feels the dent he makes on the bed, larger and deeper. The space he takes up in the nest, the way Jimin’s arms feel smaller and smaller around him.
The way the omega’s hands squish against the pliant padding of his body, fingers sinking in where they grope Jungkook’s thicker waist, or the chub collecting at his hips. Caressing between the rolls stacked on his sides. Or circling around the dome that became his stomach.
Jimin’s hands made him feel so big.
As if the increasingly obstructing view of his crotch, then his lap, then his feet wasn’t enough. Jungkook would squirm as the soft pads of the omega’s fingers would caress down to the bottom of his belly, cupping as much of it as he could; bouncing it gently on his hands when Jungkook was too overfed to stop him. Whining as it sent the rest of him wobbling.
His chest, once ample but firm, softened out, resembling Jimin’s at first before it continued to sag onto the crest of his gut. Fatty enough to plumpen up to the sides into what Jungkook imagines are rolls that began to take over his back.
And his legs, his restricted view of them, show the way they widened to fit his plumpened frame. Chonky and heavy when he walks to the bathroom, they rub together in a way that makes Jungkook miss the pants he ditched wearing.
But just opting to walk less is easier than facing the abandoned garment.
Luckily he was never one for shirts, since Jungkook’s arms have pillowed out. Covering the once bulging muscle under plush padding, that follows his movements with a jiggle and makes sitting up on the bed a bit of a nuisance.
The room they're in doesn’t have a mirror, not even the bathroom. So Jungkook can only guess what his face looks like. The alpha catches himself rubbing his face, trying to get a sense of his rounded cheeks.
He definitely feels the padding that’s taken refuge under his jaw, softening his harsh alpha features into something less threatening; plumper and spoiled.
And speaking of… alpha features.
Jungkook has long lost the ability to look down at his knot, but lately… He’s been having trouble reaching.
As he continued to balloon, chub began to settle right under the overhang of his belly and right above his knot. It wasn’t a problem at first, but, much like the rest of him, that small fat pad began to take over his dick. Successfully burying the base of his knot.
And the fact that his belly only grew in size didn’t make it any easier for Jungkook’s hands to reach.
“Feel that?” Jimin would purr when Jungkook was too aroused to take it all in. “You’re barely an alpha anymore.”
Jimin was right, he was spoiled to the point he was losing anything that Jungkook thought made him an alpha.
His hunting instinct, his temper, his freedom, his body, his knot.
Namjoon can’t quite hide his excitement after that, rushing behind the shorter alpha as he noticed many pack members were doing.
Everyone wants to see how their head omega’s little project turned out.
Or well… “little” might be the wrong word.
“I’m getting deja vu.” Yoongi mumbles as they begin to settle into the main office of their head omega. The spacious room filled with most of the pack already.
But his alpha is short so they make way past most wolves to reach the front.
“It’s been a while though, hasn’t it?” He asks Yoongi.
“I think it’s been a little bit over a year…”
The omega’s eyebrows raise. “Jiminie took his time with this one.” Is all he manages to say as the rest of the crowd hushes one another as their head omega steps into view at the altar.
Namjoon feels his stomach twist in anticipation.
“Thank you all for joining me today!” The head omega smiles at the audience. “I know it was shortly noticed, but I could not wait any longer.”
Namjoon and Yoongi share a giddy glance.
“In this pack, we believe in second chances. That's why we take refugees in, and try our best to give people the opportunity to mature and grow.” The audience around them nods, and Namjoon finds himself nodding too.
“So, it's my great pleasure to announce that our hunter Jeon Jungkook will be given the chance to re-join the hunting crew and provide for our pack once more!”
The audience erupts into cheers. In part because of the feeling of pride for their pack, and also because… everyone loves a good spectacle.
And what a spectacle it is.
As Jimin steps to the side and gestures to someone behind him. “Come, Jungkook.” Is all he says, before the alpha waddles into view.
Namjoon cups his mouth with a gasp, and he’d feel rude if he were the only one doing it.
With heavy steps, Jungkook’s big frame takes over the altar. All of him wobbles following the rhythm of his steps; despite the winter he is dressed in summer clothes, that leave little to the imagination. Namjoon’s eyes skimmed his body in complete and utter shock.
They take in the girth of his legs, pressed together even when standing apart. Once carved with hard muscle, perfect for hunting, now jiggled flabby from neglect. Before they meet his almost emasculating hips; nearly omega-like in the way they push over the waistband of his belt into a puffy muffin top.
But no, the almost square thickness of his waist and stomach doesn’t make Jungkook look like an omega at all. Almost taut-looking if not for the ripples that expand across his chub with each lethargic step. His gut pours over the waistband, almost reaching for the alpha’s crotch with a blubbery overhang; more pillowy than the rest of his massive pot belly.
His chest isn’t omega-like at all either. Full and fatty, but not nearly as big, sagging towards the shelf of his gut, and growing sideways into thick back rolls. The entire girth of his torso making his arms stand a little further away. Themselves already heavy with flabby chub clinging to them, hiding any of the alpha’s muscles.
Worse than omega-like, Jungkook just looks like a completely spoiled alpha.
He looks pathetic.
A dimpled smile spreads across his face, and when Namjoon turns to look his alpha is smiling too.
“You remember Jungkookssi. right?” Jimin looks miniscule next to him, but the alpha looks like the furthest thing from threatening; despite his size. With opened mouthed breaths and a drowsy look in his eyes, scanning the room as if still taking in his surroundings.
Dumbed out on food, probably. If the way his chubby large hands cup his belly is anything to go by.
“He was the best hunter in his previous pack and quickly showed he has what it takes to become our own lead hunter here.” Jimin pats the wide expanse of the alpha’s back.
“And I think we are ready to give him the chance to prove himself once more!”
It's incredible the way Jimin can say this with a straight face, hugging this fattened Jungkook by his side.
But the crowd claps, and Namjoon finds himself following suit.
“Want your old life back, Jungkook?” Jimin’s fingers find their way to the base of the alpha’s fattened nape.
Somehow, Jungkook finds it in himself to nod quickly, shrugging the omega’s hand off his neck.
Still feisty, it seems. But Jimin only giggles in response.
“Then show us how it's done.” He begins to walk down the steps of the altar, in front of Jungkook. Before turning to look at the alpha. “Catch me.”
And begins to sprint down the stairs and out of the room. The crowd’s eyes only follow him for a second before everyone’s eyes settle on Jungkook, who barely seems to be aware of what he is meant to do.
Alpha instincts buried under all that fat.
“Get him, Jungkook!” An alpha screams from the crowd, amusement pouring from her voice; shaking with giggles she is holding in.
“Yeah! Show us how it's done!” Another voice comes out from another corner of the building. Earning a choir of chuckles to erupt from the crowd.
Jungkook nods to himself dumbly, panting before he even takes a slow step down the stairs.
Clumsy and ungraceful and painfully slow. His entire body wobbles despite the lethargic movements, from his cheeks and double chin down to the overhang of his gut.
“I’m waiting…!” Jimin’s voice sing-songs, eyes turn to him as he leans against the doorframe of the big hall. Giggling openly, as Jungkook struggles to even make it down the stairs.
The omega doesn’t run away, not even as Jungkook waddles towards him; downright wheezing for air as he extends his fat arms towards Jimin.
But the head omega doesn’t budge. Instead taking Jungkook’s arm and tugging him closer; he has such a poor balance with this new center of gravity it's easy to just make him stumble forward. And plants a kiss on his rounded cheek., right before rushing out of the alpha’s grip.
“Y–yah!” Is all Jungkook can respond, his sharp wit and talk backs rendered useless against the heavy panting.
“I thought you were the best of the best….” Jimin continues, grinning from ear to ear as he begins to walk backwards up the stairs to his altar.
And although he is the one being ‘chased’, Jimin looks predatory down at the alpha. Who turns around so slowly; hands cupping at the sides of his gut as if to subdue the jiggling.
“You told me hunting was your strong suit, show me.” The omega speaks through gritted teeth, giggling in mockery.
If Jungkook’s descent down the stairs was already ungraceful, the way he sets on all fours to crawl up the stairs is nothing short of a spectacle. Giving the entire room a front view of his fattened legs. Hips swaying from side to side under the weight of Jungkook’s fattened ass.
But Namjoon bets that the sight Jimin is getting is better.
The alpha’s red, sweaty expression, gut slapping against his thighs as they climb up each step with immense effort. Chest sagging downwards and slapping against his belly, following the movement. Arms trembling as they climb up; wheezing for air.
Jimin isn’t even walking away anymore. As Jungkook stops in his tracks, probably too focused on not to collapse against the stairs.
His task of hunting after Jimin was abandoned. Hunting instincts buried under his fattened body.
Everything that made Jungkook a great hunter.
Everything that made him an alpha.
Is now replaced by Jimin’s spoiling.
The omega approaches the panting alpha, cupping his cheek and making Jungkook’s tired hazy eyes meet Jimin’s.
“Lets go home, hm pup?” His tone is so soft, so tender, it's almost inaudible from where Namjoon stands.
And, after a moment, he can very distinctly see Jungkook nod quickly.
In a world that knows vampires as lean, muscled predators, fat vampire Jungkook has 6 human slaves that only live to feed him.
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Jungkook is a huge, lazy vampire that's always fat on blood, belly bloated and swollen as the blubbery demon grins with red-stained lips. Blood dribbles down his chin rolls. He's hedonistic and overfeeding to his unbeating-heart's content.
The secret is that he circulates through his delicious human slaves each evening to give them enough time to recover and replenish their bodies, just so he can feast again.
He rubs a chubby hand over his bulging gut after a particularly fattening meal. He has so many humans in his service, dumbed down with his venom and eager to feed him, that he has no need to ever hunt again. He couldn't even get up if he tried. All he has to do is snap his fingers, and one of his pretty treats sits in his lap, eager to be bitten and suckled on until they're pale and in need of food and rest. It always leaves Jungkook with his fangs dripping, his appetite quenched, and belly heavy and full.
His only job is to pick whichever human smells the most delicious, feed, and grow so his fat gut can hold even more tomorrow.
the three little pigs jin, taehyung and the youngest but fattest jungkook are a cute family. jin and tae always play at the meadow, they are going to do yoga with their friends or expand the security of their homes while the youngest little pig only eats and plays video games with a fragile wooden door. wolf jm is wandering around the forest while th and sj do pilates so far away but the little pig jk is in the middle of a big stuff when wolf jm knocks down the door
so i’m here before two years, just bc a friend convinced me to do it, and i keep making content (not here) so i thought about reopening everything and uploading my shit again… In a few words my name is noah ( he, him ) i like fedist and jungkook fat blah blah habla :p
