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First and Last (m)

synopsis: Honestly-- you can't believe Jimin. Sure, taking him off the streets, rehabilitating him was a no brainer, but this, this is just ridiculous! Growling, baring his teeth at your neighbour's angel of a Doberman hybrid. Practically squaring up with him right on the doorstep! Muttering about territory, about how you're his. That even if he had you first, Jimin would surely have you last. It's so stupid. Well, at least Hoseok is there to teach Jimin that sharing is caring, after all.

j.hoseok x f.reader x p.jimin (poly)

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: wc: 14.7k

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: genre: hybrid au, yandere tendencies (soft yandere?), smut, fluff, pwp

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: content: doberman!hoseok, golden retriever!jimin, human!reader, dubcon, implied somno, yandere/toxic!jimin+hoseok, whiny switch!jimin, mean dom!hoseok, sub!reader, minimal prep, freeuse, referenced ruts, you can try to find the plot, manipulation, public sex, sloppy seconds, knotting, denied knotting, mxm elements, quickies, sugar coated degradation, praise, subspace, cockdrunk reader sorry, ownership kink (hoseok considers himself your owner), grinding, threesome, voyerism, orgasm denial, jimin has a bit of a pain kink, lots of cum, territory disputes, petnames: bitch, mate, pup, omega -> part of ctrl the cold 2025

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: notes: I.... I got carried away again.... These two have been haunting my mind since this summer and they will continue to haunt me far into the future. This is my last pwp fic of this event as well I believe! I hope you enjoy <33 Have fun dealing with these two cause they're a handful ^>^

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

“No! I don’t wanna go! I don't want you to go!”

Whoever had propagated the lie that dog hybrids were the easiest type of hybrid to live with were dirty liars. Time and time again, you’ve gathered the evidence to disprove it. Laugh at the videos telling people how easy they are as pets or roommates. Have to bite your tongue at the commercials that play on tv.

Your one and only piece of evidence? The whiny pup in front of you– his shaggy tail held high and alert, soft golden ears pressed flat against his mop of dirty blonde. Hell, you’re sure that if you looked at the back of his neck, the hair would raised as if some recessive part of his genes still had hackles! Hackles!

The reason behind his defensive posture? The stomping of his petulant foot? Literally nothing! Well, nothing in your eyes, at least. You had simply told him moments prior that you would be going over to your kind, sweet, elderly next door neighbour’s house to help her in the yard with her garden! It wasn’t out of the ordinary in the slightest.

And of course her dog hybrid, Hoseok, would be there, too.

Okay, maybe you were being just a little bit facetious with the whole ‘absolutely no reason for him to be acting like a spoiled brat’ thing, the reason for his displeasure is obvious. He’s made it abundantly clear time and time again but that isn’t going to stop you from playing dumb.

His reason is just so– so– stupid.

Territorial, maybe.

Jimin has never liked Hoseok, not since their very first meeting at Miss Oswald’s front door.

It had been a few weeks after you had taken Jimin in off the streets– his frame finally starting to fill out a little, no longer just skin and bones and bruises from whatever fights he had gotten into out there. His entire being finally starting to glow.

At the time, his tail was whipping back and forth frantically as you stood in front of the door, having just pressed the bell. Happy yips, licks to your cheek planting themselves in place as he was practically vibrating with light. He had been so happy, so excited.

You? Your heart had been beating a mile a minute at how far he was coming along, how much he was already growing out of his shell. How carefree the energy around him always started to bend whenever he was relaxing on the couch or in the sun.

And then, then the switch happened.

It was night and day, honestly.

All of that light, that excitement shut down the moment your neighbour had opened the door, Hoseok standing right behind her frame.

His tail was wagging– of course it was, you had always known him to be a happy hybrid. A sunshine smile that warms up your toes even in the coldest winters, a hug so tight it might break your bones. Everything about him making someone feel just so safe and content. That same smile placed on his lips now as he looks at you, only you.

Like there's a whole Earth to orbit but the only thing that can draw his attention is you, type of smile.

The second Hoseok’s mouth opened to say your name in greeting, a low growl could be heard from behind your body. A singular sound that made you feel as if the birds decided to stop singing and the wind had ceased its own motion around you. One that had made your hair stand on end, to cause your pulse in your throat to raise just a few notches faster. One that you had never come out of Jimin before, right along with a swift tug at your wrist, urging you backwards. Away from the very thing he perceived as a threat.

Oh no– that he knew was a threat from just that singular look.

Hoseok only stood there with a simple tilt of his head, a gentle smirk finding his lips as Jimin continued to try to pull you back to the safety of your own home. Clearly unthreatened in the slightest, clearly amused at the affection Jimin so obviously had for you. He knew that look all too well, too.

Hoseok knew these games just as well as Jimin did, it seemed.

Ah, it really was unfair that he loved them, thrived in them. In the thrill of winning, in the thrill of the hunt. Especially when something as pretty as you is standing as the prize.

After you had finally managed to usher the mutt– Jimin– inside the house, he knew it was his job to make sure Jimin knew his place. What kind of alpha would he be, otherwise?

You had let out a squeak, entirely unaware of the competition already set in stone between the two as Hoseok pulled you into a hug, nuzzling into your neck as his eyes remained on the golden retriever. That same smirk stayed in place as he gave a simple lick to your neck. Something that could so easily be taken as innocent, a nice greeting from the doberman hybrid anything but as an all too familiar chill travelled down your spine at the feeling.

You knew what it meant.

Hoseok knew what it meant.

Jimin, fuck, obviously knew what it implied.

Hoseok wanted to keel over and laugh at the restraint Jimin held while his owner (Martha, Maryanne, he couldn’t remember her name right now) cooed over the golden retriever hybrid. At the way the Jimin’s ears swivelled almost manically trying to catch what was said when Hoseok pressed his lips to your ear. At the pinching of Jimin’s eyes as your cheeks flushed red, all while the doberman hybrids owner straightened out his hair and talked about how adorable he was.

The silent conversation, one you had missed entirely, between the dog hybrids was clear– Hoseok had you first. That didn’t mean Jimin wouldn’t have you last.

Oh. Hoseok knew this was going to be fun.

Especially when you, the every clueless human, thought they would be best friends right away. You knew Jimin had been excited to make one too! You truly could not– still can’t– understand why he just has to hate him so much.

Hoseok is practically an angel! Someone you consider yourself to be very close with, even now. He’s always so carefree and gentle with you and his owner. Always makes you laugh when you're sad, helps you clean your house when it just feels like too much. Takes you on walks at night whenever you just need to get out for a bit but don’t feel safe enough to go on your own. Hell, on particularly cold nights he would even risk sneaking out of his own house to go to yours just to help warm you up because he knows you keep the house a few degrees colder than you actually prefer.

So!! It makes no sense to you that Jimin wouldn’t like him all the same!! His outrage is completely unfounded.

Something about territory, at least that’s what he would tell you. His quiet, under-the-breath, grumbles that are always so hard to decipher no matter how hard you try– yet are adorable regardless. Huffs and puffs that didn’t feel as upset as he truly intended whenever faced with that little pout on your lips.

Unfortunately, their relationship only became more strained the more time Jimin spent under your care– spent with you.

It wasn’t anything you could have predicted, honestly, but it was welcome nonetheless. As the months passed, your relationship developed into something more than what it was supposed to be. At least, more than what society would allow his stance to be in your life.

But you had never seen hybrids as animals, as something as simple as a pet. Jimin was never an animal– never a golden retriever even if he had ears and a tail to match. He could think, he could feel. A few animalistic traits would never change that.

He was simply just… just Jimin. Your roommate that you care about a little too much. The one with the pretty smile and puffy cheeks that always complained about wanting more meat.

The one that dug holes in your backyard and played with you in the hose during the summer, but growled at any man who came within a ten foot vicinity of you in public.

The one who, despite how much he hated the man, went whining to Hoseok when you got the flu. So scared for your health, your safety after the man at the corner store kicked him out when he was trying to buy medicine for you that he tucked back his own pride and went to him of all people because he just didn’t know what could fix his human. What could make you better.

Your roommate that you sometimes let sneak into your bed when the nights are too cold and the idea of a body pressed against yours, holding you, keeping you safe practically left you whimpering into your pillow.

Somehow, he always heard. Like he was simply sitting outside your door. Waiting to hear that betrayed little sound of your lips and the soft call of his name.

Neither of you could stop the feelings from developing, and while the true stature behind your relationship had never been spoken out loud or defined, you both knew something was there. You would never deny it.

But Jimin, poor Jimin, has always been an anxious guy. He didn’t like when you took too long in the shower without him, or when you would have to leave for work during the day. A scenting frenzy would occur the second you stepped through the door, making you promise to never leave him like that again because he simply could not live without you by his side.

And that is exactly why Park Jimin could never know that before he came into your life, you harboured the same feelings for Jung Hoseok, lest you actually want the golden to rip his face off.

Jimin could never know of those stolen memories you had with the doberman hybrid when he would sneak away from his owner. Could never know of the stolen kisses, the soft touches. The almost-claiming bites he would press into your neck when you were fast asleep, completely unaware of the danger that lurked behind Hosoek’s sun.

The fact that Jimin’s knot wasn’t the first you had ever taken– nor could he ever know about what occurred when you were sitting Hoseok for Miss Oswald 3 months before Jimin had come into your care. How you had helped him through his rut. How you found yourself unable to say no to him every time after.

No, he could never know about any of it.

You had already caught Jimin looking at Zillow one too many mornings. No more than a simple ‘goodmorning’ from Hoseok setting him off when you two coincidentally met at the conjoined mailbox.

He said the mutt– doberman, you would correct– was plotting, you told him it was a simple coincidence. It was a repeated pattern over and over again. Only recently did you convince him to stop leaving printed out pictures of houses for sale all over the building.

Yeah, Jimin can’t know. You would do anything in your power to keep it that way.

Ah, it’s unfortunate for you that he already does.

Did from that very first meeting when that stupid dog tried to mark you as his right in front of him. Tried to call you his bitch without formally saying the words out loud. The audacity! And you just– you let him when you’re his and not his! You know?! Uhg, whatever, as if you would be Hoseoks’ for long.

Funny. As if.

“I told her last week we could help today, Min! You agreed then!” You whine in return, crossing your arms over your chest, mimicking his childishly defiant stance.

“Well I didn't know he was going to be there!” The low grumbles he let out almost made you want to coo. Jimin has never been much of a fighter, but the grumbles he always let out made your belly flutter up.

You can’t help but roll your eyes, “Where else would he be, exactly?”

He opens his mouth to respond, a cocky expression taking over his face, but you stop him with a sharp pinch of a glare, your head jutting out slightly as if to test him, “And don’t you dare say ‘the pound’.”

He visibly deflates, his foot kicking at nonexistent dirt on the ground as his throat lets out a series of little grumbles. Tail wagging slowly behind him as he contemplates his next action.

Before you give him the chance to, you’re already turning to leave. Grabbing your bag off of the couch with a little ‘humph’ of your own, leaving him to flounder after you as you make, well, try to make your way to the door. Arms already securing around your midsection as he stumbles to keep up, a high pitched whine leaving his throat as you try to make your way towards his biggest threat.

“W-wait!” His voice is nothing more than a yip as he secures you in place, head nuzzling its way into your neck. Nose rubbing back and forth against the underside of your jaw, trying to soak his scent deeper into your skin like you aren’t covered in it already.

But he needs to be sure. Needs to make sure Hoseok is sure, too.

“Are you sure we can’t just stay home?” His voice is sad now, a whimper as his tail curls itself around one of your legs. His hands firm and insistent in their claim over you. His rubbing not ceasing for a second, your neck practically raw from the attention he’s been giving it all morning.

He doesn’t care. It’s not enough.

It never is unless it’s your cunt stuffed full of him. Only then can he be positive other hybrids won’t try to stake their claim over you. Stake their claim over what is rightfully his just because he said so.

A sigh is all that can be heard from below his hunched posture, one of your hands coming up to rub at his pinned-back ear, “Minnie… I already told you we gotta go… Miss Oswald said she needs help and I’m not going back on a promise. I can go without you if you–”

“No!” His denial is sharp, high pitched as he somehow tucks you closer. Encases your entire being in the expanse of his chest. It’s only times like these that he remembers how small you feel against him. Or maybe just how much space you can take up in his mind, in his very being.

Everything in him screams to not let you go. Everything in him, both raw and fresh, curling around his brain screaming at him to do anything in his power to keep you from going out that door. To keep you from leaving him to go see that mutt.

Sure, his inner hybrid normally screams at him like this whenever you have to go anywhere. He doesn’t like you leaving his sight– in fact, it physically pains him to do so. Makes him pace around in his head and outloud, biting on his nails until he knows you are back to him and safe. His.

He just needs a little more time and he’s sure you’ll feel the same way, too. In fact, he knows it. To him, you’re already his mate. So why couldn’t you just let that dumb dog go.

It pisses him off to no end, honestly. Especially the fact you can’t see what he’s doing to you. Trying to control you. To make you think of him and only him and not the hybrid you’re meant to be with.

You’re meant to be with Jimin. He’s sure of it.

So it really doesn’t matter if he does the same. If he effortlessly makes you more reliant on him. If he keeps you dependent on his affection and care. If he slowly weaves himself into the fabric of how you think every single day because you’re meant to be with him. Not Hoseok.

You took him off the streets. You’re his guardian angel. Not Hoseoks. Hoseok was simply… convenient, probably.

Stupid mutt.

He needs to show him how much you mean to each other. How important he is to you.

His eyes light up as an idea floats its way to the front. One that has his inner hybrid howling, his tail wagging, and his cock already growing half hard in his pants.

“I’ll…” He grumbles softly, so soft you can hardly hear him over the racing of your heart. His fingers almost childishly pulling at the bottom of your shirt, thumbs jutting out to rub against the skin of your tummy softly. Just little temperamental circles, nothing more, nothing less. “I’ll come…”

He feels the stiffness in your form, clearly still poised and ready for an argument, visibly deflate from your shoulders as you relax against his chest. One of your hands softly coming up to lace your fingers through his own. Your voice utters out a simple, “Thank you, Min.” while your thumb reaches to stroke over his knuckles.

Soft. Gentle. Caring.

He lets out another long, drawn out whine. His hips pressing closer, his cock rubbing against your barely covered ass.

Why did you have to wear a skirt today? It’s another question on his long list of complaints. One he doubts he’ll ever have an answer to other than the notion that you want to be slutted out to the older hybrid. That you want his cock buried in your cunt instead of the man holding you now.

Whatever. It won’t be Hoseok’s cum dribbling down your thighs anyway.

You gasp at the contact– at the hardness you certainly feel against the plush of your cheeks, “J-Jimin–” But before you’re even able to get out his full name, you’re already being flipped around. The entire room spinning as you’re pressed back against the couch, a mop of blonde finding itself between your tits as you gasp once again. Attempting to recuperate– to consolidate your once standing form now laying back against the couch, thighs spread as his body makes space between them.

His entire weight rests against you as his head shakes in your cleavage, the pressure making it more difficult to breathe. His breath keening, whimpers leaving his lips as his hips struggle, grinding themselves against the plush of the couch.

“You like him more than me, don’t you?” Jimin starts his sad, floppy dog act once again. The one that he knows tugs against your heart strings, the one that makes it easier to get what he wants from you. Makes you forget about the hand moving up your thigh, the heat of his breath against your cleavage.

“Wh-what?” You quickly breath out, hand that was reaching down to stop his pursuit freezing midair. Brow pinching in confusion as you try to calm the heat rushing to your cheeks, “No I don’t. What are you talking about?”

He only whimpers again. Taking the moment of hesitation to lace his free hand with your own. Pinning you without you realising it fully– not yet, anyways.

“I-I just…” He mopes, pushing your skirt up and over your hips. Panty clad cunt now directly pressed against his lower stomach. The subtle, continuous grind of his hips into the couch cushion causing your hips to rock along with him the same. Moisture gathering against your core as he makes you grind against his pelvis.

“He’s always so territorial over you…” He can’t stop the bite in his tone, the little growl at even the mention of the other male right now, “Doesn’t understand that you’re my bitch.”

It takes a second for you to catch up– it always does when he throws too much at you at the same time. But as soon as you process the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit, you soon recognise the ‘bitch’ in his words, no matter how affectionate he always meant it, “Jimin!”

He whines at the mild scolding tone in your voice, letting his ears droop. Letting his tail brush gently against your ankles as he wags it low, submissive. Making him seem even more pathetic than he already is, “It’s true… he’s always all over you. Scenting you. Trying to take you from me…”

“Please… I just need to make you smell like me so he knows…” It’s heavy in his tone still, that same grating whimper that has you wanting to sell your soul and give it to him. “Let me cum inside? Please?”

“J-Jimin…” The hesitation is clear in your voice, yet so is the sticky trail of arousal coating his abs. His shirt slowly being pushed upwards along with his grinds, your panties doing nothing to stop the spread of your arousal as he mewls against the couch, “I don’t– there’s no time and I don't want to be late–”

This time, it’s his gaze that cuts you off. The tilt of his head upwards, eyes brimmed with glassy tears threatening to fall while his cheeks remain flushed pink. His lips parted, saliva collecting at the edges just like he always gets when he’s far too wound up for reason.

You know his act well enough at this point, at least you should.

Knew those puppy-dog eyes he now sends your way, making your heart shrink in on itself. Knew the keening of his throat that always made him seem just so pathetic. Make you just want to give in to anything he wanted with a simple flop of his ears and simpering wag of his tail.

Let him do what he wanted, more so. Because the second you gave in? The second you’d look away shyly and agree to whatever he was acting? A switch would flip behind Jimin’s soft brown eyes. A switch that wouldn’t return to its upright position until he was well and done with you.

That cute, pathetic little dog boy who was just preening for your approval would turn into a wicked thing. Would tread you like a rag doll, like his bitch in heat. Would take you until his cock wouldn’t let him anymore– until he was sure you were knotted up well. Sat pretty on his cock, claiming you the best that he could without biting your neck directly.

You knew his act well, and yet you let him get away with it every single time.

Even when he works himself up past the brink of sanity, forgetting to ask your permission time and time again to start.

Thankfully, Jimin knew how to beg for forgiveness, too.

Cute and sweet when he just couldn’t wait anymore. When he just had to bend you over while you cooked, when he couldn’t wait until you woke up to start licking at your cunt because you just smelled too good. That whine in his voice that had you shushing him instantly, petting at his hair through sleepy mumbles, telling him that it was okay.

Spreading your legs just a bit farther with the press of his hands, opening you up even wider. Licking you clean until you were red and sore and pushing his head away. Only then would he ask for one more, encourage you– make sure you knew you could do it.

You let him get away with too much– you even admit that now as his teeth nip at the top of your breast. At the skin spilling over the top of your shirt while one of his hands finds its way between your bodies, pressing against your pelvis. Giving just a little bit of pressure to your empty core, making you more aware of it than you ever have been before.

You were no match against him. He knew it too. Knew you like the back of his hand, just like a good alpha should.

“C’mon… C’mon please…” His voice whimpers, head taken back to pressing between your tits. His face pressed between them, shaking his head as if it would will you to not let him go. To just let you give in and give him whatever he wants. “Just the tip… just let me put the tip in so I can cum…”

His hand slips lower, curling under the hem of your panties. Slowly pressing his fingertips against your folds, not giving you any chance to think. To pull away. The pads of his fingers gliding against your slick, whimpers of your own leaving your lips.

He dips two fingers shallowly into your hole, collecting your arousal on his fingertips before he brings them higher. Presses down against your clit as you kick your hips. As your body urges him closer even if your mind still attempts to remain strong against his advances.

“Promise… Promise just the tip– please just let me. Please!” He’s getting impatient, you both know it as those same fingers slip lower. As his ring finger is the first to push itself inside of your leaking hole. Curling as it begins its slow pumps inside, pulling you closer, urging you deeper to just agree so he can make sure Hoseok knows his place.

He was like an angel in carnate, even when he uttered such sinful words that has your cunt clenching around him. Pulling the digit deeper as it adjusts to the slow stretch of his finger. As your hips squirm when he presses his thumb against your clit once more, urging it to let him through as he slowly works his middle finger in alongside the other.

Has you wanting to let him sink his cock inside your heat like it belonged there, like it was never meant to leave the safe haven that was your folds.

“I don’t know…” You hesitate, hardly gasping for air as your spine curls, pressing your body closer to him. His efforts finally successful as he manages to stuff a second finger inside, stretching you. Scissoring your core. Making sure you’re ready to take him because the both of you know you’re already slipping. He doesn’t even really know why you’re still fighting with your cunt clinging to him so tightly, begging for him. “I won’t– I won’t have time to change or shower a-and–”

You try excuses, but they do little to sway him. You don’t even believe the words uttered from your lips as he pulls his hand from your cunt, his back-brain telling him you’re stretched enough. That it’s okay if it hurts just a little. Meanwhile your hands are reaching blindly for his wrist, doing everything in their power to keep his fingers tucked inside without your permission.

If he was in his right mind more, if his head wasn’t so far into outterspace from the idea of fucking you, he may have reacted more to the cute display. Though he has a mission. A single prerogative on his mind as he frame pulls back just enough to tug your panties from your hips. Pull the material down your thighs until it’s far past your ankles. Thrown into some odd corner of the room.

Nope, instead there's nothing more than another high whine in his throat, his strong hands pressing your thighs open further. Palms melting into your soft skin as he takes his rightful place over you. This bulge practically omnipotent as it strains against his pants.

“Please, please, please, please, please.” He begs like it’s a prayer, his tail whipping back and forth behind him in anticipation. Drool at the sight of you, the smell of you consuming him from the inside out as he stares at your splayed form. At your bunched up skirt, at your puffy, dripping cunt. “Just let me, I promise I’ll be good. I promise.”

He’s getting too excited now. He knows it. You know it. But neither of you do a single thing to stop it. You simply can’t when he’s wound this high with adrenaline. When he’s a bit more animal than human, moving off of pure instinct. Off of the drive to consume you whole. When you both get so foggy in the head that you know you can’t say no.

Slowly, you roll your head to the side, baring your neck at him. Your final act of submission as you let Jimin take the reins before he just gets too excited that even he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Voice quiet as you mumble out your concession to the standoff. “Y-you have to be quick.”

A loud whine rings throughout the air, though this time in pure, unadulterated relief. His hands already working on his button and zipper, shoving his boxers down just low enough to free his swollen, straining cock. “Thank you, thank you.”

He’s whimpering again as he hand wraps around his length, fist tight around the base, right where his knot would swell up. A pained groan as he squeezes himself, as you watch dribbles of pre-cum leak from his pink tip.

“Gonna fill you up– make you, make you leak all pretty. He’ll smell my cum on you.” He struggles out, voice high and fervent as his stare flicks between the state of your cunt and your neck still to the side. Still obeying his stake, his claim on your very being. “Know you’re mine. Everyone will. Cause you are. Mine. Filled with my cum. My scent.”

My pups. He wants to add, but he still has to wait for your heat to get that. Human’s heats seem to take forever to come.

Your breath hitches when he finally releases his cock, when he finally lowers his frame over top of yours. His hips slowly dragging himself over the crest of your pelvis, pulling back just far enough to drag the tip of himself over your clit. Smear his cum against your skin, marking you. Keeping you.

His cock feels so heavy against you. So thick and daunting no matter how many times you’ve taken it before. The length too pretty to be fair, nice and straight and flushed as it feels like stone against you. Red hot pressure against your cunt as he taunts you with it. Slides it down to your hole, notching himself right against your as your entrance flutters. Cunt begging, screaming for him to just thrust it inside. Fuck you fully until your lungs breathe in nothing but his air.

“Just the tip.” You force out, your eyes trained on the scene between your thighs. Tone light, airy as a spring breeze as you attempt to keep yourself focused. In the moment. To make sure he doesn’t go too far and you’re not even more late for your gardening appointment than you already know you’re going to be.

“Just the– tip.” He nods his head fervently, agreeing as his gaze is locked on the same sight as you. As he hovers on the precipice, a thrust away from penetrating. Cute little pink walls fluttering around barely any of him. Watching as your entrance attempts to stretch to accommodate for him, as your thighs shake with something greater than need for him to finally snap the band and let himself inside.

“Promise. Promise just the tip. I’ll be good– promise.” His promises are as fine as sand, but you’re too cloudy to even realise it, “‘M gonna be fast, promise. Just need to cum in you. Won’t even knot.”

But even if you wanted to argue, to keep him in check, every piece of sanity you have remaining slips away the second Jimin bullies the first inch of his cock inside of your cunt. Your moans filling the air in tandem as Jimin finally feels whole again, the last bit of his soul re-entering his body whenever he gets to fill you up like this.

“G-Good.” He stutters out, hips unable to stop and give you a moment to adjust as they already begin their thrusts. The first few inches of his cock battering your wall as he fucks ‘just the tip’ inside. “Good mate. Good. So good for me, my perfect human. Mine.”

His head leans down, face tucking itself in your neck as he licks at your skin. Unable to stop himself from mouthing right between your neck and shoulder. Teeth scraping against the skin as you’re all but pliant to him. Fists grabbing at the back of his shirt, trying to pull him closer before pushing him away. His entire being surrounding you, all of his weight pressing into each shallow thrust.

You feel even more out of breath than before with his weight against your chest. His hands kneading your thighs as he holds them down, makes sure they remain open for him as he gets lost in your heat.

“‘S-s’ good!” You manage to slur, though aren’t sure if your voice sounds like words or nothing more than sounds. “Min– c’mon– quick.”

“Just the tip.” He repeats to himself like it’s a reminder. Though it doesn’t stop him from pressing in deeper with every thrust. Just a little bit every time. A little bit more and more and more.

Fucking you open slowly, until you forget all about his promise of it just being the tip. Pushing himself inside, using his muscular hips to his advantage as he breaks you open slowly. His cock fighting where his fingers couldn’t fit, trying to remind himself to train you to take him properly so the stretch doesn’t hurt so much every time. Until half of his length has already disappeared inside of your core.

“Promise. Promise just the tip.” Or maybe he himself doesn’t know what ‘just the tip’ is anymore, maybe he doesn’t even know where you end and he begins. “Fill you up. Make you full.”

He groans loud when he finally bottoms out, when he gives up convincing your body slowly and just forces himself all the way inside. The other half of his cock making home inside of your heat, the skin where his knot wants to inflate practically burning with the need to cum.

Your thighs attempt to close against his grasp, though they are forced to remain in place. Your breath hitching as you gasp, head twisting, hands twitching as you suddenly feel so full. Body attempting to do anything to pull away, to move closer, to do anything against the frame that rocks into you. To get away from the stretch, to pull him closer to fuck it away.

“Min, Min–” You repeat his name, feeling more of his saliva on your neck as he continues to work against it. Leaves love bites where he much rather place a mating mark instead, “Move, gotta move. Please.”

You’re keening, writhing underneath of him when he finally starts the withdrawal of his hips. No more than a couple inches as he pulls back, rutting forward again with a new kind of need he hadn’t held before. His breath coming out in short, rough pants as he works his hips as quickly as he can. Refusing himself the reprieve of pulling out more than he is.

He wants to be consumed by you entirely. Wants you to feel him cum deep. Wants to drip out of you for days.

“Close.” He half-whines, half groans against the column of your throat, seemingly entranced by it. His hips, his desperation working you closer and closer to the edge. Feeling that band in your lower belly tighten up whenever he presses his full weight against your core, whenever you feel the brush of his cock against the too-sensitive spot inside of you. The one that has your walls clinging to him like the world depends on it.

He finally pulls away from your neck, one of his arms propping next to your head as he takes the chance to look down at you. As you finally get the chance to look up at him– to see the fuzzy, almost manic look in his eyes. See the blushed out from of his parted lips, the too-sharp canines that reside right behind them.

“Good human.” He swallows, mouth still salivating from the combined scents of arousal in the air, “Gonna–” He pauses, grunting as he attempts to steady his thrusts again, resuming an actual pace rather than just helplessly rutting into your core, “Gonna fill you up. Make him smell me on you.”

He groans at the mere thought, the look on Hoseok’s face when the older hybrid catches a whiff of him on you. The claim he places right in your cunt, making sure he knows to stay out of it. Makes sure he knows who was there first if he tries to pull you away like he always does.

His hips get sloppy again, imagining Hoseok’s face pissed as he sneaks his hand between your thighs. As he gets the picture of feeding Hoseok his cum right from your center.

You’re Jimin’s bitch.

Thankfully, you’re too far gone to care. Barely hanging on by a thread as your head rolls back against the arm rest of the couch, nails digging into Jimin’s shirt as your walls clamp around him. Falling over the edge at a perfectly angled thrust, a loud moan of his name as your entire body ceases around him.

The leg he isn’t holding down manages to cling around him, your fingernails biting into his back as you press yourself as close to him as you can. Your spine shuttering as it releases waves of flutters down your entire body. Walls clenching, toes curling in a pattern that calls to the most base instincts of the man still fucking into you. His knot catching on your entrance with every thrust as it slowly starts to inflate, slowly tries to keep him locked inside.

You’re burying your face in his neck, chanting words even you can’t decipher as your teeth scrape against his skin. Words foreign, lost on your tongue as you let him use you for his own release, slow shutters following you with every stretch at the base.

“Fuck! Fuck, mate– Good mate, Mine.” He’s groaning, entirely lost himself, “Gonna– gonna make him eat it from you. Gonna watch you drip all over the garden, make him know you’re bred. Bred so good.”

He’s gasping as he finally pulls back before his knot expands to its fullest, before he lets it trap him in your heat. Intent on keeping at least one of his promises it seems. His cum pumping out in thick waves as it coats your walls. As it fills you more than you expect it to every time.

He manages to pull back from your death grip once the first few waves of his release dives down. His body withdrawing, hand coming to rap around his sore, inflated knot. Squeezing it as the remainder of his cock continues to leak weak spurts of cum inside of your walls. His mind dizzy with what to do to make it stick.

He watches in awe as he presses his hips forward, oversensitivity taking over both of you as he pushes as much of his cock inside as he can, fist still firmly squeezing around his knot. Feeling the way some of his cum is pressed deeper inside, watching the way your hips wiggle to get away from the onslaught, but continuing the press and withdraw a few more times until it's too much for even him to take. His spine tingling, a confused simper leaving his lips when your hands come down to press at his hip bones, urging him to stop.

It takes you a few more seconds to recover, trying to urge your breathing into something more standard as your eyes pinched closed, forcing your brain back from the clouds into reality. Trying to recover even though you want to do nothing more than take a nap, maybe climb into a warm bath.

However, in the few seconds you attempt to take to recover, Jimin already seems to have other ideas. With a whine drawn from your lips, he pulls out of you, quickly replacing his cock with as many fingers as your walls will allow. Your eyes peeking open to see what he’s doing. Watching as his frame as it awkwardly shuffles down the length of the couch– the hand around his knot and the hand in your cunt making it more difficult than necessary.

Your face pales at what he does next, yet somehow burning ten shades warmer at the same time. Your jaw dropping open, your eyes splitting open wide as he removes his fingers, buries his nose in your cunt, and inhales.

Smells you.

“Jimin!!” You squeal, knees kicking up, feet already pressing against his shoulders. Ready to tell him off, ignoring the feeling of his cum slipping down your cheeks, no longer having anything to hold it inside.

But before you can get a word in, he’s raising his head up. The most innocent smile on his face, his eyes aglow with happiness, “You smell like me now.”

You freeze, stuttering. Unsure what to do as you open and close your mouth like a fish. Completely floundering between the shifts in his demeanour and the fact he just smelled your cunt!

“You’re… You’re ridiculous.” Is all you can manage to say, feet still against his shoulders watching him with wide eyes.

Well, that is until you catch sight of your phone vibrating against the floor, having fallen somewhere during your descent onto the couch earlier. A call from Hoseok ringing, dying out before you even have the chance to reach for it. Your lockscreen– a picture of Jimin, Hoseok, and you– coming into view. A time of 3:58 staring at your face, along with 5 missed calls from the doberman right against your notification center.

Now, you flounder for an entirely different reason, your body moving before your mind as it rolls– well, falls, really– off of the couch. Cussing, crouching as you pick up your phone, double checking the time once again before shooting a glance over your shoulder at Jimin.

Half an hour late.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” You mumble to yourself, standing as you scramble towards the mirror by the front door. Attempting to fix your hair while Jimin just stares at you, thinking about how you’re the cutest thing in the world. Watching the little dribbles of white against your thigh as they leak from your cunt.

He leisurely fixes himself up as well, settling on the fact he’s just gonna have to be uncomfortable with his knot in his pants until it releases fully. Shouldn’t take as long as normal, especially ‘cause it’s not buried inside of you. Watches happily, tail wagging as you scramble around the room.

“Underwear!” You urge, maybe ask into the air. You’re already half an hour late. You hate being late. It sends your anxiety running high and makes everything around you spin. “Where did you put my underwear??”

He hums, wrapping his arms around you from behind. Propping his head on your shoulder. Your thighs continuing to shake even though you force them to move– he’ll give you a massage later. “Don’t wear any.”

He says the phrase like it's the simplest solution in the world– like it doesn’t have your mouth gawking at the idea of not wearing anything under your skirt in front of your neighbour, in front of Hoseok.

He’ll definitely know. You won’t be able to hide it from him. Not even in the slightest.

But as your phone rings again, Hoseok’s smiling face settling in as a backdrop, you pale. Your thumb shaking as it slowly answers.

“H-Hoseok! Hey!” You try to sound cheery, but Jimin lets out a quiet giggle. His hand already on your lower back while he guides you to the door, humming. Scooping up your purse in the process.

“(Y/n)?! Are you okay?” The concern in his voice is palpable, and you feel your heart cracking.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! I just– I lost track of time.” The excuse is flimsy, all three of you know it. Hoseok makes a sound, considering on the other end of the line. God, you can only imagine his face right now. Even the mere idea of it sends a shutter down your spine.

“Right.” He guffs, “Get here soon then. We don’t want to waste the rest of the daylight.”

“Of course!” You quickly agree, nodding your head even though he can’t see it. Your brain already craving his praise rather than the subtle dismissal in his voice, “We’re already out the door! I promise!”

“Mm. I see you.” You tilt your head up, spotting his stare from Miss Oswald’s front door. His frame leaning against the frame, filling it out. Phone lowering from his ear as he ends the call. Arms crossing in front of his chest, his stare pinning you in place. Practically radiating authority. Radiating the urge to command, to dominate.

You swallow. Between Jimin humming behind you, and the impenetrable stare of Hoseok in front, you feel like a cat before a hurricane. Unknowing of what is coming, only that something is.

Looks like you aren’t wearing any underwear after all.

An hour had ticked by.

A full hour of dealing with– with whatever this was. Hoseok acted completely normal, all smiley and bright while he helped his owner. While Jimin, your sweet, conniving Jimin, acted as if nothing was wrong.

Both of them acted like nothing was wrong, like they couldn’t smell the sin on your skin.

Both of them just happily chatting away in the flowerbeds like they actually liked each other. Like the too sharp smiles they sent each other's way meant nothing instead of a test of patience. Jimin smiling bright as he tilted his head back, laughing along with the sun still planted high in the sky.

It was as if his personality had switched. Jimin, your Jimin, who normally grumbled the entire time at your neighbours’, was the perfect angel. Hoseok did much of the same. Acting like he wasn’t staring at you from the doorway an hour earlier, an all too familiar gaze locked on target while you wobbled like bambi over to him.

It was scarier than anything else, honestly. Having the man act like nothing had occurred. Like everything was all sunshine and rainbows when you knew you were in for some sort of trouble the moment you walked through his threshold. Watched him bristle while a too-wide smile crossed his lips.

It’s a rather horrible thing, the way he slowly made you relax. His sunshine demeanour slowly coaxing you into believing he wasn’t really upset. Like you weren’t really in trouble in the slightest. Like everything was fine and he totally hadn’t noticed the knot still straining in Jimin’s pants or the afterglow of sex still radiating from your skin.

Like he hadn’t been analysing you from under the guise of kindness and sincerity. Trying to figure out if you had really just come into his territory with a waddle in your step and the scent of cum between your legs.

Really, you were an auspicious thing, if nothing else.

Coming into his home, when you were his mate. That you were his bitch. His pup. Whatever you wanted to call it, it didn’t matter. Even if he hadn’t properly confessed to you yet, he knew you both were aware of what you were.

Looks like both of his pups needed more training. He would give it to you. Make sure both of you knew your places in his pack after he got the old broad that adopted him out of the picture.

It was always his plan, anyway. To get rid of her. The moment he first laid eyes on you he knew you were actually the one he was supposed to live with. To take care of. On paper, you would be his owner, of course. But he hoped his late night visits to your room would have convinced you by now of who was truly the owner in this scenario.

Eventually, sooner rather than later he would have finally convinced his owner to move down to Florida for retirement just as she always dreamed about. Eventually, no matter what he had to do, he would find himself under your roof. With you everyday.

Sure, Jimin had thrown a wrench in those plans at first– well, really just made everything take a little bit longer. Made him laugh when the younger dog thought he could manage to extricate Hoseok from your life when you were so carnally intertwined.

At first, he thought about getting rid of Jimin, too. But you just seemed so fond of the blonde boy, he couldn’t find it in himself. Maybe he thought he was a little cute too– always acting dominant. Pretending he could be in the face of someone like him.

It was cute. And Hoseok likes cute. Makes him want to put the golden retriever in his place.

Show him how to actually take care of a human like yourself.

In the end, the decision was made for him in letting you keep your plaything was a simple one. He just knew the responsibility of training that brat would fall onto his shoulders. Knew he needed to teach him some fucking respect for the little stunt he pulled today.

Ah, maybe it’s not your fault. Not really. You’re just a dumb puppy, aren’t you? Can’t help but spread your legs from the mutt when he does nothing more than gives you a simple beg. It’s Jimin’s fault, just like it always is. He can’t really blame you for anything, not ever. You’re his good, sweet girl.

Jimin is the mutt.

He guesses it can’t really be helped. That both of his pets will need to learn to follow their alpha better.

At least now he gets to watch you try to look cute. To try and be coy about the cum that still threatens to leak from you– despite your run to the bathroom the second you got to his house. He assumed you were in there, trying desperately to mop up the mess between your thighs. If Jimin was good for anything, at least it was that. He knows how to fill you up well. Keep it in deep in an attempt to mark his territory.

He sighs, resolved. Though it sounds more like it’s in relief just at the sight of you. Muscular thighs rising himself from his squatted position when he watches you move over to their little group in the flowerbeds, too precarious as you carry a tray of lemonade over to the two individuals enthralled in the job of playing in the dirt.

Another day Hoseok would have joined them, but another day Hoseok also wouldn’t have to show her dumb puppy her place. He didn’t want to get his hands dirty, anyway. He was having more fun watching you.

As he stalks over to your form, he watches you bend over without thinking. Handing both his owner and Jimin a glass, not even considering your skirt raising along with you. At your folds now exposed to the air– exposed to his gaze directly.

It's hard for him to bite back the growl in his throat, though he finds it a lot easier to when he stands behind you. Making sure you’re covered from prying eyes. Looming over you like the decision has already been made for your fate.

It has been. But at least he’ll go easy on you. You don’t deserve the punishment, anyway. Jimin does. And the first step of that correction will be making sure you don’t leave this yard before taking Hoseok’s knot like the good little bitch you are.

He watches as you rise, startling when you feel his presence over you. The hard planes of his form right up against your back, spooking you. You feel nice against him. So cute and small. His teeth itch for the day that they’ll get to sink into your neck formally, the gentle trace of his tongue over them doing nothing to settle the urge.

“Ah!” Your quiet shout before you turn your head, pinching your glare up at him makes him want to coo. To wrap his collar around your neck and make you whimper, “Hoseok!”

He smiles down at you, giving a soft laugh as he pats your head, “Boo.”

“Not nice!” You whine slightly, scolding again. Turning around, poking a single finger against his chest like that would actually do anything. He’s sure whenever you scold Jimin, the boy would be whimpering already. Clinging to your legs for no reason at all other than never wanting you to be mad at him ever.

He wants to roll his eyes at the thought, hazard a glance at the other dog now that your attention is residing solely on Hoseok’s shoulders. But he doesn’t. Not when he much rather keep his focus on you.

“Sorry.” One of his large hands reaches up to wrap around your wrist, the apology thin as air as he dismisses it immediately, “I need help with something inside. Follow me.”

“Oh–” You look behind yourself quickly, spotting Jimin chatting casually away with Miss Oswald. Twisting your head back around to look at Hoseok, take in his unarmed expression. Nothing seems to be off, even if your gut tells you otherwise.

“Yeah! Of course.” You make a vague gesture to the tray under your arm, “I need to put this away, anyway.”

He only hums, a pretty note leaving his lips as he turns the other direction. Your feet following as he tugs you along with him. Long skinny tail wagging as his ears stay pitched up due to their unfortunate docking done by Miss Oswald when he was a pup and she didn’t know any better. The fluffy things moving back and forth to detect any sound.

Butterflies are already tumbling around in your guts at the sight of his back. The muscle that you know sits pretty right underneath the skin, always managing to make you feel like a school girl vying for his attention.

Though, if you really consider it, everything about Hoseok makes you feel that way. His calm, yet assertive actions. The way he tucks you behind him whenever he feels like there may be danger around. The sturdy way he holds your hand, your wrist whenever you two walk together. The way he laughs whenever you do something embarrassing. The crinkle by his eye whenever he wants you to know he’s safe.

Too caught up in all the considerations of Hoseok, you don’t even notice when he veers you off course. When he makes a sharp left away from the back door, instead tugging you to the side of the house. The thin alleyway between the sidewall and the fence, only slightly obscured from view thanks to a vine covered free standing trellis.

Your head tilts as you look up at his back. His tail freezing in place, even though his entire frame remains relaxed. Carefree. The subtle squeeze tighter on your wrist finally prompting you to speak.

“Hobi? What are–” Before you can finish the thought, your back is already pressed against the wall. The tray, once safely seated under your arm, falling to the ground. The clatter too muffled to hear farther out in the yard. Your gasp going unnoticed to the people farther out all the same.

Still, he doesn’t respond. His expression having fallen into an almost bored thing. His smile fallen, eyes simply watching. Waiting.

Entirely unconcerned as he places his hands on your hips, thumb moving down to catch the hem of your skirt. Pulling it up, bunching it around your midsection.

“Hoseok!” You’re already squealing, your hands coming down to the front of the material, attempting to pull it back down. To cover yourself, “S-stop! I’m not wearing any–”

In your frantic movements, you miss the slip of his hand between your thighs. Only startled from your hasty dismissals by the feeling of his thumb between your lips, slipping down from your clit til it rests at the rim of your hole, delicately tracing it like he has all the time in the world.

As far as he’s concerned, he does.

“I know.” His eyes are cold as they watch you, as they pin you down in place, “Think you could come over without me knowing, pup?”

“I-I–” You aren’t sure what to say, not really. Your mind already spinning as you try to process the quick changes in direction. As you try to consolidate the friendly, carefree Hoseok– the one who didn’t seem upset in the slightest– to the one now that spreads Jimin's cum, along with your quickly accumulating slick around between your folds.

“Wh-What are you–” The question is cut off again, unable to get a single word in between his jarring movements and voice. Your head spinning as you try to catch up, though unable to truly find a place.

Does he seriously want to fuck you right here?! In the backyard?!

“I think you know.” He hums, his finger slipping from your folds, instead moving down your thigh. Slowly sliding under your leg, raising it. Hitching it up to give him all the access he needs.

“I-I– No– W-We can’t!” With his other hand, he gathers both of your wrists in one. Unconcerned with your fighting. With your wiggling and your hushed tone of voice. Doing nothing more than sending a pointed glare down at you, one that makes you feel small. Like you’re doing something you’re not supposed to.

“But we are.” He guides your hands down to the hem of your skirt, urging you to grab hold of the material and lift it up. “You’ll hold this for me, won’t you pup?” Though he asks, it sounds more like a question than a demand.

Instantly, your body betrays you and complies. Like it's already been trained despite your brain's pre-disposed hesitance. Fingers grasping the material, slowly allowing him to slide it up until you’re hitching the material high. Cunt spread out for him, just for his viewing pleasure.

“H-Hobi– J-Jimin–” You try to explain urgently, looking up at him with insistence though it seems like his own graze is trained between your legs. At the pink, puffy cunt that wasn’t treated with the proper aftercare you deserve. Wasn’t licked clean with anything to keep the cum inside of you, was just left pretty and used.

“Jimin what?”

“H-He doesn’t like it when we d-do this– w-we should– mm!” He pinches your thigh, a pinned glare raising to your face before it drops, returns back to that same simple face it seems he’s taken to wearing.

“You’re really worried about him right now?” He sighs, his fingers releasing your wrist as they travel down to his pants. As they tug his zipper down, shove the material down with a lazy insistence. “I think you should be more worried about me. Maybe about you.”

One final tug and he manages to get his jeans below his cock. Dark red head springing free, pretty long length practically pulsing with a need to be inside you that he’s kept locked away since you came to his door step with that shy smile on your face.

It’s cute how you can’t help but whine at the sight of him. Really, it is. How your lower lip drops just slightly, your cheeks flaring with an ever deeper shade. How your breath picks up every so slightly. How your hips wiggle in his grasp from the sight of him alone. Makes him want to choke you on it– too bad he doesn’t have the time right now. He’ll have to make this quick.

At least your body knows who it belongs to.

“B-But they–” You swallow, try to control your breathing even though everything in you is screaming just to give in. “We shouldn’t, they could come over here a-and–”

“I guess you should be quiet, then.” His fist wraps around his cock, stroking over it with an appeal that has you whining. You really are no better than Jimin, are you? Just cute and dumb and begging for something to stuff you full.

“I know you’re not good at that pup, but you’ll have to try for me, hm?” He hazards a glance up at you, tilting his head ever so slightly.

And god do you want to give in. Do you want to get on all fours and just present yourself like he knows you want to. Just want to be good for him like he likes, like you always are for him when he comes crawling through your window and just slips himself inside with no complaints from you.

Want to just roll over and give him everything because you never have been able to say no to either of your dogs.

Still, no one can blame you for giving it the old college try.

“Pl-please Hobi— I’m, I’m already sore and—“ You keep trying to make excuses, honest, you do. But Hoseok was hardly listening. “Jimin just fucked me so it’s all messy and—“

“He got you ready for me then.” He simply hums, his hand continuing to run up and down his unfairly long length. Hips canting forward on every stroke of his fist to just tease you with the presence of his head against your cunt. “Got you all stretched out to make my job a little easier. I’ll make sure to tell him he’s a good boy next time I see him.”

“No—“

“Oh? You think he deserves a reward instead?” He keeps cutting you off, not letting you get a single word in. It’s infuriating. All of it is– but it’s hard to think. So hard to do anything when he finally ceases his teasing. When he finally draws his cock between your sore, cum slicked core. Fist slowly dragging himself back and forth between your folds, “I’ll let him clean my knot then. When it’s tucked nice and safe inside of you. That sound better, pup?”

You groan in both annoyance at him and the pleasure staring to overtake you. At your legs becoming shaky, at his hand still holding you up, spreading you open. “Th-thats not what I mea–”

“Then what do you mean?” He stops suddenly, too quickly. His cock pressing up against your hole, eyes facing you. Red swirling in his gaze, “Did you really think you could come into my territory with him all over you?”

His hips jut forward slightly, barely stretching you yet the motion is enough to make you squirm. At the resistance fogging up your brain to ebb back, the glorious softness of submission willing your mind to let it take over instead.

“Seriously.” He scoff, his hips slowly rocking into you, watching as your expression lulls into complacence, “I knew you were a dumb pup when you had a cock in you, but you can’t really be that stupid to think I'd let this–” He motions to your hole, pathetically fluttering around his head, “Slide.”

He rolls his eyes as your hands reach out to press against his hip bones, fingers digging into his skin. In an attempt to draw him closer or push him back, you could hardly decipher yourself. But it seemed like he knew– he always did. He could always read you like an open book.

“Coming into my territory, letting him try to claim you like you aren’t mine.” He sinks further inside, the tip of his cock finally finding home between your pulsing walls. Stretching you ever so slightly as he sinks his weight down onto his heels.“See? I’m already inside. Took me so easy, just like that.”

He grunts, his hips not stopping their smooth glide until he’s fucked himself all the way inside, “But we can’t, huh?” He mocks, a soft smile on his face as he curls his fingers in your hair, forcing your head to look down at where you’re fully stretched out around him. At where your cute little cunt begs for him to move. “Looks like you want to, to me.” You know he speaks, yet you can hardly hear him. Somewhere along the way– you wish you could pinpoint when– you felt cotton slowly filling your brain. Slowly floated up into the sky when he treated your body like his property rather than his own. When he treated you like his sweet toy, for him to use and for Jimin to chew on only when he allowed it.

It had you feeling mushy inside. Had your breath speeding up into short little pants, your body unable to do anything other than follow his simple, direct command. The only kinds he knew you could take when you were in such a state.

You certainly couldn’t focus now– not that you ever really wanted to. Not when your eyes trained between your legs. Where you could see his hips almost flush against your own, the last inch of his cock twitching as it wished to ram itself inside of you as well.

Your nails dug deeper into his skin as you whine, little crescent moons in their place as your back arched ever so slightly. As your pupils expanded and your eyes became just a little bit too hazy.

“Right.” He nods his head, lilt in his tone, “That’s what I thought.”

The sigh he releases as he slowly pulls back his hips is almost euphoric. The drag of his warm length through your walls sending tingles all the way down to your toes. Your head spinning as he withdraws to the tip before rocking back inside with a lazy regard that has you wanting to yell at him.

“I shouldn’t even be doing this, you know?” He asks, though you’re not really sure if he’s expecting an answer. He surely knows you’re not able to, not when he fills you completely, when he holds your sanity in the palm of his hand, “You don’t even deserve it. Good pups don’t get cock.”

Somewhere, the back of your brain certainly hears those words. Instantly, you’re letting out a pained whine even at the idea he would stop. Your poor little fists clambering up around his neck, drawing him closer as you tuck your face inside, “No, no.”

You’re saying the word for an entirely different reason than before. Your walls drawing him in deeper with every slow roll of his hips, begging him not to leave you. His head rolling up against your g-spot with every single motion, little cries leaving your lips all the same.

“No?” He chaffs with a little exhale from his lungs. His entire demeanour not giving away how good he’s feeling in the slightest, leaving you to flounder in your pleasure alone, “So you’re telling me that even after you’ve been pitiful, coming to my home with a mutts cum leaking from your poor little cunt, I should let you get away with it? Really?”

You don’t know what to say to that, really. A hazardously loud moan being the only thing able to leave your lips as he sends one particularly sharp thrust inside, the sound only muffled by the press of your lips to his throat.

“Really? You can’t even apologise properly to your alpha?” He scoffs, his achingly slow thrusts pausing, “Fine.”

Unable to have any time to process, to think before he’s pulling back his hips– a threat that he’s going to leave you–, you’re already blubbering. A high pitched whine along with the chase of your hips urging him to stay inside. To not leave your desperate little form. “‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! Please!”

He pauses once again, half of his cock outside of you. The hand holding your leg high against your hip leaving little patterns across the skin for support, “For?”

“F-for– um–” You try to think, though it’s so hard. It’s always hard when Hoseok takes control like this. When it feels like he has your mind twisted around a little string, “S-sorry for l-letting Min’s cock in me b-before coming… a-and disrespecting you…”

“Why?” Slowly, he lets his cock sink inside again, and you can’t help but let out a breath of relief.

You swallow, throat dry. Mouth opening and closing as you work for your answer. Eyes practically lighting up when you manage to come to it all on your own. Head pulling away so you can look at his face directly, “Cause I’m your bitch.”

The smile that lights up his face makes you feel all warm inside. Has all your nerves melting in a matter of seconds now that you for sure know he isn’t mad at you, and that you know he doesn’t plan on pulling away anytime soon.

“Good girl.” His praise sends your cunt fluttering in waves, his free hand raising up to pat your hair. Though before you can focus on it too much, his hips begin working inside you again. Bullying your cunt with the sheer length of him alone, with the skillful press of his hips, the slow grind once fully buried, on his own.

“It’s not your fault though, is it?” His breath feels warm against your ear, his head tucking beside your own as he continues to speak. Talks you through everything just like he always does– making you feel high as a kite, but also firmly planting with him. Teetering between two worlds just like you need when your head gets too muddled up with confusing thoughts.

“You’re just my dumb little girl. I like you a little stupid though, so that's okay.” Maybe if the circumstances were different– maybe if you hadn’t been fucked already once today– you would have argued back. Would have done something other than moan and nod your head along to whatever he had to say. “It’s Jimin's fault isn’t it? He just whines like he’s in rut and you’re too sweet to say no.”

He nips the shell of your ear, his arm kicking your leg up slightly, resting it higher up on his forearm. Spreading you out even further for him. Making sure the pleasure-pain from the stretch and overuse combine into something for you to get drunk on.

“It’s too much responsibility for you, isn’t it?” His tone is light again, his hand coming down between your bodies to rub at your poor, neglected clit. His thumb ribbing swift circles into the bundle, your legs wobbling as you whine, “Your cunt is.”

Slowly, his thrusts become sharper. The lazy draw moving into powerful, precise thrusts that you can't manage to do a single thing against. Nothing other than fist at the back of his neck, let your measly claws attempt to sink into his skin, “Just let any mutt slip inside with enough begging. I shouldn’t let you have any control over it, should I?”

He grunts with each thrust, finally letting you hear his pleasure. How you’re making him feel whenever you attempt a pathetic little rut of your hips against his, trying to match his unforgiving pace. “It’s okay, I’ll take good care of it. Make sure your cute little pussy knows who it belongs to. Who it should spread its lips for.”

The change in his pace has you reeling. Has you forgetting every ounce of the outside world. Theres no ‘rest of the backyard’, no Miss Oswald that could walk over and catch you fucking her hyrbid. Nothing but the pressure of Hoseok’s hips rutting against yours and the sound of his low grunts in your ear. “Alpha!”

He groans, the sound vibrating right in your ear, as you accept your place. As you respond to the non-existent question in the air. “Exactly.”

His hips move with purpose now– driving into you over and over again. The movement not daring to pause for even a moment. Completely and utterly consumed. Each and every push in acting as a whip into your core, while every withdrawal acts as though it is moving to keep you in your place. Your whiny hips continue their attempt to keep up with him, to try and match his pace.

The cord inside of you winding tighter and tighter, drawing entirely taught as you try to bite against the skin on his neck. So close and close and close and close and–

“You gonna let Jimin rub up against your ass, pup? He looks like he needs it.” The world freezes around you. His thrusts stopping right when you were on the precipice, his words sending ice down your back as you wind your head back from his shoulder, eyes slowly drifting over to follow Hoseok’s gaze.

Fuck.

Jimin is standing there, right next to the trellis as he stares at the two of you. His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, pupils blown wide as the flush on his cheeks. His hand wrapped carelessly around his cock– clearly having been caught stroking it himself when he thought Hoseok wasn’t paying attention.

Flushed tip dripping with pre-cum, ears now standing at alert as both of your eyes fall on him. His feet taking one step back, then two–

“Stop.” It’s Hoseok’s voice that makes him freeze in his place, his hand still firmly gripped around his cock. One eyebrow raised as he slowly resumes his motions inside of your cunt, not a care in the world for the pitiful pup who got caught with their hand down their pants. Meanwhile you’re still caught breathless, trying to do anything but flick your gaze between the golden’s face and his leaking cock. So red and pretty and just absolutely desperate.

“I would explain yourself now.” Hoseok’s voice cutting through the air, absolute authority on the edge is what finally tumbles Jimin out of his stupored state. His voice ringing out in high whines, tail wagging low as his ears pin back to the base of his skull.

“It’s not fair!” His voice is the same pitchy, depraved thing as always. His frame quickly rushing towards your paired bodies. Unconcerned for his cock until he saddles up to your side, haphazardly grinding against your leg, already. Pre-cum smearing against the skin, perhaps another attempt at marking you while Hoseok’s cock plugs you up directly.

“I did such a good job! Such a good job at filling you up!” He complains relentlessly, wiggling his frame until he manages to get it behind you with the help of Hoseok manoeuvring you to step out a little from the wall of the house.“A-And you just! Look!”

He whines again, practically pitiful as he shoves your skirt over your ass, your hands having dropped it somewhere along the way. His arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close. His hips starting a solid, jittery grind against the flesh of your ass while you’re just left to catch up with the two bodies now pressed up against you fully.

“It’s not fair! I worked so hard!” He tucks his face into your neck, whimpering, pathetic. Hoseok’s hand finding its way into Jimin’s fluffy blonde locks, pulling sharply to draw his head away from the column of your throat.

“Doesn’t explain why you were watching.” There's a snicker in Hoseok’s voice that has the golden’s cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of red, has his mouth opening and closing as he looks for an excuse.

“B-because!” It looks like Jimin’s going to argue, but your panicked question distracts him from the debate in his heart. The question you found swirling in your mind from the moment Jimin arrived, anxiety clogging your heart as you were brought crashing back down to the earth from the fluffy clouds you once resided in.

“Wh-Where’s–”

It’s Hoseok that answers, already knowing where your concern is sure to lay, “Heard her car pull out awhile ago. Had dinner plans with her friends tonight.” His lips coming down, pressing an all too-gentle kiss to your forehead. The perfect pair to the slow glide of his hips. The thing slowly attempting to inch you back up to the sky, along with the stuttered ruts against your rear.

“That’s how I knew he was coming.” A pointed glance was sent over your shoulder to the blonde behind you, his hips slowly picking up as a small ‘oh’ left your own throat. Your hands slowly relaxing to scratch against Hoseok’s neck once again. As you slowly allowed the pleasure to creep back into your spine.

“How could I not!” Jimin whines, grumbling as he forces his face back into your neck despite the pull against his hair. Maybe liking the pain of it a little bit more than he would ever be willing to admit, “I smelt you all over her! Smelt my cum and her and you!! You’re so mean!”

The doberman chuckles, “Uh huh. Right. You say that like you have any place to, mutt.”

“O-of course I do! You’re fucking my mate!”

“You were getting off to it.” He rolls his eyes, “Are getting off to it.” He corrects with a shrug, his hips picking up from their slow pace as you let out a whimper. Caught in the middle of the two dog hybrids.

Jimin’s hips rock forwards as he lets out a petulant whine, though when his cock slips between your folds to meet the feeling of Hoseok’s cock, he can’t help but keen for an entirely different reason. His entire spine shaking as his head presses against Hoseok’s precise rhythm. As he feels your hole stretch to accommodate the invading length with a desperation he’s never felt in this way.

“See?” You can hear the smirk in Hoseok’s tone, though can’t focus on it. Entirely enamoured with the feeling of Jimin's cock rutting repeatedly between your legs, attempting to match the way Hoseok rolls his own though with an entirely unrefined, uncoordinated demeanour, “Can’t even think with the promise of pussy. Both of you pups are the same.”

You whine, hear Jimin attempt to rebuke it in the background but can’t do much more than that. The heady, spiralling feeling flooding back with so much force you can’t think. Don’t want to. If the drool on your shoulder tells you anything, it’s that your hyrbid is in much the same state.

When Jimin’s hips begin to move with more meaning, more insistence– only then do you gasp. His hips angling in an attempt to push his way inside of your used cunt as well, stretching you ever so slightly in a way that has your entrance burning and your nails digging into Hoseok’s shoulders. A yip in your voice, yet your body obediently staying in place.

A growl from Hoseok stops the motion entirely. A sharp tut on your hip pulling you away as he bares his teeth at the younger hybrid. As he warns him to not even attempt doing such a thing.

And much to your surprise– Jimin’s concession is immediate. The baring of his throat, the small whimper in his voice sounding so loud in your ears.

“No.” The doberman hybrid grumbles, his hips picking up their pace once more. The scrape of his cock along your walls making you forget about the fight you were almost concerned would break out, “Bad dogs don’t get pussy.”

The words are a command, and Jimin knows it. Flashes his neck and whines even more as if to actually say sorry. Doesn’t move closer again until Hoseok slowly eases you back. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you do this much. You don’t deserve it.”

Jimin nods his head quickly in agreement, though you’re not sure if he actually processes the words. His hand pressing his length between your legs again, resuming his grinding like nothing had ever happened in the first place.

This is entirely beyond you– the whole exchange. The apparent battle for dominance fizzling away as Hoseok keeps you in his grasp. As he fucks his cock into you with purpose, with meaning now that he put both of his pets in their place.

“I’ll punish him later, pup. Don’t worry.” He grunts, lips pressed into your hair. Shutters running down his entire spine as he hears the both of you slowly begin to fall apart. To submit to your places within the pack just like he knows you both need to to feel safe. To feel complete.

Both of your moans ringing out loud into the air– Jimin’s desperate as he clings to you. Sweat soaking his brow. Yours angelic, the prettiest thing Hoseok’s ever heard. “You’re both just babbling babies, huh? Don’t know what to do unless someone tells you.”

You’re brought to the precipice all too quickly once again. You’re head shaking in agreement, while Jimin hazards a half-growl that doesn’t really mean anything. Your walls desperately clinging– clamping around Hoseok’s length. Legs shaking every time you feel both Hoseok thrust into your core and Jimin fuck himself between your legs at the same time. All while Hoseok’s knot slowly grows larger. Pulls against you whenever he pulls out, incessant pressure whenever he pops it back inside.

With the two of them working together, it's not a question how you’re brought to the edge so easily. Why you’re already tumbling over the edge even though you know you’re supposed to without Hoseok’s permission. Your vision clouding at the corners in white, a sharp inhale being the last breath you take before your orgasm overwhelms you completely.

Two bodies surrounding you, you press forward into one and lean back into the other. Your hips kicking, stuttering while Jimin attempts to hold them in place. Hoseok’s thrusts becoming jerky in their own right as waves and waves of pleasure drown you.

Distantly, as you continue to ride out your high, you feel something stretch you to the very brim. Heavy coats of white painting your insides as a knot burns against your entrance. Locking him against you, keeping you stuffed full as more and more and more cum floods you. Makes you whimper and try to hold on.

Slowly you drift back down to earth, your lungs attempting to follow in your footsteps as you try to catch your breath. As the fuzz leaves your ears and the sounds of Hoseok’s growls fill them instead.

With shaky muscles and a flushed face, you try to look around. Try to use your limited movement to the best of your ability to see what has him worked up. What has Jimin whimpering like a kicked puppy in an attempt to appease him.

Tilting your head behind you as much as you can muster, you finally see it. Hoseok’s hand wrapped around Jimin’s aching cock, right at the base. Right where Jimin’s knot had attempted to inflate right before Hoseok pulled him away from you. Before Jimin was able to cum even a little bit.

“Don’t deserve it.” He grunts, fist wrapped around tight. Maybe almost painfully– you’re not sure, but Jimin’s tail still seems to be batting at a mile a minute. High and excited as he keens in desperation.

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” Jimin doesn’t know what he’s apologising for, that much is clear. Only that he is and that his hips are bucking into the tight grip rather than away from it. “Please– please, I was so close. So close!”

“You really think you deserve to cum?” You feel Jimin nodding his head, his fluffy hair pressing against yours. It’s unfortunate that Hosoek’s already landed on his decision.“Cute. Too bad.”

His fist finally releases after a traitorously long minute– a loud whine from Jimin signally he had done so. His orgasm completely denied. “What? What! I’ve been good! I deserve to!”

“Funny.” Hoseok snorts, his attention finally returning to your shaky, wrecked form. He can’t do anything but coo at the tired look in your eyes, the way your thighs barely seem to hold you up anymore.

“I-I’ll–!” Jimin is acting before thinking, practically frantic as he gets down on his knees to your side. Assisting Hoseok in lifting your leg higher even though it causes a creaky sound from your lips. “I’ll show you! I deserve it!”

Before you can even manage to get a word out, you feel the softness of Jimin’s tongue against your cunt. The muscle gently licking your hole, where Hoseok has you stretched. Giving it attention that practically sets your nerves on fire, driving you almost into oversensitivity.

You whine at the feeling, your remaining grounded knee practically giving out though Hoseok calms you before you have time to complain. Hand coming up to brush down your hair, lips finding yours to give you a soft peck. “It’s okay. He’s trying to soothe you. The ache. Dog hybrids do it for each other.”

Oh.

You attempt to look between your joined bodies to find the mop of blonde, though are hardly able to as he continues his soft, planned licking. A new found flutter traveling from your core at the attention, the care he provides.

Soon, you feel the same shutters travel down Hoseok’s spine as his licking moves to the part of the knot he can still reach. Lapping oh-so carefully between your two combined bodies, your heart rate beating just a tad bit faster than before as he seems to get lost in the motion. Forgetting the point of what he was doing as he tastes your combined essence.

“Okay, okay.” Hoseok finally grunts out, pushing Jimin’s head away. The dog hybrid coming up with a beaming smile, a combination of saliva and your arousal coating the area around his lips.

“See? I’m good.” He announces, too proud. Hands on his hips, tail beating erratically at his spine. Somehow, you manage to nod your head in agreement. “So I get to cum now?”

Hoseok looks between you– slowly slipping away you– and Jimin, letting out a sigh. “Later. I need to get my omega home now. Into a nice bed while my knot goes down.”

You giggle softly as Jimin visibly deflates, grumbling to himself about something or other your brain couldn’t seem to deem as important. All you could figure out was the heaviness in your limbs and the urge to cuddle nagging at the back of your skull.

“‘T’s okay Min, cuddle now. Please?” Your voice is scratchy as you ask, “Did a good job cleaning, so– so I’ll help later. After cuddles.”

Though Jimin’s ears perk, he keeps his down trodden demeanour. Following obediently behind as Hoseok lifts you up fully, making sure to keep his knot securely inside so it doesn’t tug on your poor hole.

The walk back to your house is a blur, along with how you managed to get into your own bed changed into Jimin’s clothes. Your mind only half alert as you settle into the covers, both dog boys tucked around you securely. Keeping you safe. Keeping you loved. Keeping you warm.

Well, until the illusion of peace is startled when Jimin sits up, a new argument clearly fresh on his tongue, “My! Omega!”

Hoseok, sleepy as ever– hardly still conscious with his face tucked into your hair, teeth absentmindedly gnawing against your neck. “What?”

“You said my omega! But she’s mine!”

He only laughs, tutting softly as he laces his fingers in Jimin’s hair, pulling him down. Forcing his face into the other side of your neck. Where Jimin’s mate mark would go when you eventually let you.

“Our Omega.”

Jimin grumbles, “Fine.” There's a few seconds of silence settling over you three once again, the feeling of their nibbling bites leaving marks against your skin drawing you closer and closer to falling asleep. “But I had her last.”

You groan, pushing your face deeper into Hoseok’s chest. The older hybrid just chuckling, clearly more playful than dominant at the moment. Baiting Jimin even further, “I had her first, though.”

And before you know it, a pillow is whipped around from behind your back, hitting Hoseok square on the side of the head.

Well, if you thought having one dog hybrid as a roommate was difficult, good luck living with two.

❆ : Ctrl the Cold 2025 M.List

₊˚⊹ 𐂯┊: notes: I just love hybrid fics man what can I say, they're straight dopamine to the veins. in fact, this fic was supposed to include 3 scenes, but by the time 2 were finished and I found myself at almost 15k I said 'Lily you gotta wrap it up' LMAO!!

I hope you enjoyed, and please let me know any thoughts you may have about this fic, or any others I have posted!! I love to yap and talk about characters/ write drabbles for them! Have a great day and see you next friday for the next fic in the event <33

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