hybrid

nine

Jungkook tilted his head from left to right, eyes squinted together as his eyes roams the hybrid displayed in front of him. And for the nth time this morning, another sigh escapes his mouth at Jimin's loose shirt.

He was twice the size of his smol hybrid and it was irritating, with his clothes hanging loosely off of jimin, his collarbones dearly exposed and his pants so close to sliding off of his legs due to his small waistline.

Jungkook plans on taking jimin out, deciding that it was best for the dog to at least see the outside world and have a little fun since jimin had been locked up in his shitty apartment far too long. Also, jimin needs clothes of his own because jungkook could no longer tolerate he fact that the dog is probably the only one taking advantage of his dear clothes.

Sure jimin smells good ( like really good ) but jungkook hates sharing his things. He always kept everything all to himself. So seeing jimin in his clothes is disturbing– and maybe a little arousing but jungkook never going to admit that.

"Why do you have to be so petite?" Jungkook pouted, eyes boring holes at the hybrid whom innocently gazed back at him from the bed. "You make me feel like a giant, jimin. I hate you." he mumbles, sliding his back down on the wall, eyes closing as another sigh escapes his lips.

But just as those words escapes his mouth, he hears a gasp, opening his eyes only for his eyes to land on a teary eyed jimin. He recalls his words, only to mentally slap himself for saying the last part.

Jimin is sensitive, he tells himself. Like really sensitive.

"N-no, I'm just messing, minie." He cooes, standing up from the floor to crouch but the hybrid's spread legs, reaching a hand to caress his cheeks. "I don't hate you. Please don't cry baby." he says, leaning in to brush his nose against the hybrid, giving him an eskimo kiss.

After Jimin calmed down, jungkook decided for jimin with an extra small white t-shirt that namjoon once gave him for this tenth birthday, and a pair of pants that was far too tall for jimin's short legs. He laid the hybrid on the bed, deciding to have a little fun before he folds the ends of the pants, brushing his half erected member against the hybrid's.

Jimin moaned and boy did it sound like music to his ears. Jungkook smirked, pulling the dog up and to his lap. The hybrid stared back at him confused, not having an idea that jungkook is pretty much planning on assaulting the poor dog. "Jimin," he calls, his hand slowly snaking from the hybrid's leg and to his clothed member.

Another breathy moan escapes from the dog's lips, making jungkook's smirk widen. "Does it feel good, baby?" he whispers in the dog's ear, voice low and husky.

Jimin as usual didn't reply, but the way his eyes closed in pleasure and his lips quivering in delight, jungkook knew. "You want like the way I touch you, minie?" he didn't even know how the fuck he became this much of a tease. If anything, jungkook hated teasing.

But maybe it was in the way jimin looked so adorable and hot at the same time as he looks confused and pleasured all at the same time. Jungkook leans in to plant a soft peck on jimin's lips, then to his nose that earned him a soft giggle from the hybrid. he then trailed kisses to his neck, biting and sucking once he finally found jimin's soft spot.

"Baby, i'm sorry but i want you to eat something for me, okay?" he whispers. Jungkook knows he'll regret this afterwards and it'll be a day filled with guilt but he couldn't help it.

Jimin didn't respond but his face spoke of the words jungkook wanted to hear. The way the dog bit his lips in anticipation and the great desire and lust painted in the hybrid's eyes. So without further ado, jungkook pushes jimin back on the bed, standing up as he unbuckles his bed, taking his pants off before throwing it anywhere, leaving him only in his boxers.

Jimin stared at his lower body ever so innocently, lips pursed together that had jungkook just wanting to slam his dick on his mouth then and there. "Do you know what this is, jimin?" he says, holding jimin wrists and guiding his hand to his still clothed member.

The hybrid shook it's head no.

"This is my penis, jimin." He tells him, earning a small nod from the hybrid. He slowly reached for the hybrid's pants, unable to resist himself. He needed to see, to feel and to taste jimin.

Jimin is driving him insane.

He pulled the hybrid's pants off, throwing it anywhere else as he tugs the hem of jimin's oversized boxers (more like his but whatever), while his other hands slowly palmed jimin's crotch, feeling the fabric of the jimin's boxer, wet from the pre-cum. "You like this, baby?" and fuck him because jimin looked so beautiful, desperately nodding his head in pleasure.

Jungkook pulled jimin's boxer off, his hard cock sprang free as his eyes darkened. "Gorgeous," he mumbles, hands massaging the slit of jimin's head, making the hybrid losing his mind at the great sensation.

He could only stare at his hybrid in such adoration, debating on stopping and just give the dog some head or go all the way and murder the dog's prostate. The same time jimin moaned, his name sounding to majestic against jimin's lips that had jungkook forgetting everything. His knuckles clenched, his dick throbbing against his boxers, wanting nothing but to be freed. "Screw innocence, I'm going to fuck you Jimin.....real hard." he decided in the end.

Jimin whimpered against his touch, sliding his hand up and down on the poor dog's member. Slowly, he leaned down, licking off the pre-cum in jimin's tip, earning a satisfied moan from the hybrid as he feels two hands gripping on the ends of his hair.

"Jungkook," jimin moans, his voice sounding so angelic, like a lost rhapsody– so enchanting and alluring. He just wants to devour the hybrid then and there. To own him, feel him and mark him. He wants to tame him. To explore even the darkest parts of his beauty— to have him in his arms, thrusting inside jimin and wrecking his walls. he wants to ruin any innocence left in jimin. he wants to corrupt him, have him be a moaning mess beneath him, losing himself in such pleasure.

But then again, this book is full of shit.

He woke up with a scowl, pushing himself away from grinding against jimin's undeniably beautiful ass. Jungkook looked around, sighing as he realises they were still on the couch and inwardly groaning at the fact that he just had a wet dream with jimin in it.

"Fucking hell," he grumbles, glancing at the still sleeping hybrid beside him. "Fuck you too," he whispers, briefly glaring at jimin before leaning in to plant a kiss on jimin's forehead that had the dog stirring awake.

Jimin smiled at him as soon as his eyes landed on him, urging jungkook to just punch jimin then and there because fuck jimin for being to fuckable and adorable all at the same time.

"C'mon sleepyhead, we're going shopping." he pats jimin's head, earning a giggle from the hybrid.

And for some reasons, jungkook could feel his cheeks heat and his heart slightly racing, wondering how could jimin manage to just lay beside him and look so beautiful. He thinks jimin is ethereal— a walking masterpiece. Damn jimin for being too irresistible, too cute and adorable. Fuck jungkook for being too much of a slut for jimin— but fuck jimin more because jungkook never felt this way with anybody.....only jimin.

"You are hereby banned from ever giggling,"