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The wolves were around even before Jimin was born. Years and years and they stayed around, never looking a day older or tiring from killing their hunters and devouring them. There weren’t even bones left after they finished. The village came to the conclusion that they were gods. Jimin was too young to remember the first sacrifice, having only been five and standing next to his mother, wrapped up tightly in furs and holding her skirt while everyone bid farewell to the man that had volunteered to offer himself. They never saw him again. The other sacrifices didn’t go so willingly, all tied up and thrown in the woods for the wolves to devour. Some said they saw someone with them at night, running by their side but nobody could confirm. Jimin didn’t have to fear being a sacrifice, as someone who could bear children for the village, he was valuable, just like all the women. With the men slowly given as sacrifices, the women had to give birth to more and more babes so that the population of the village didn’t reduce to only women. But after he turned 17, things changed.
There were too many women and too little men, so the village chiefs decided it wouldn’t be too much of a waste if they gave a few of them as sacrifice. It wasn’t like the sacrifices made the wolves stop killing, but the village believed that it would give them prosperity and a good harvest season and resistance wasn’t a choice. Neither was running away. They decided to do a draw, every carrier placed a piece of cloth inside a large leather bag with their name on it and the one who’s name got pulled out, would be the sacrifice this year.
Jimin wasn’t scared, it wouldn’t be him. There were too many for there to be a chance of his name getting picked out. But if the wolves brought luck to the village, Jimin wasn’t included. Because the moment they pulled out the piece of fabric, he knew it was him that was going to be sacrificed and torn to pieces by the wolves. His mother cried all night, tucking him in the best of her clothes and a fur cloak even though he wouldn’t be needing it, not when he would be devoured by merciless creatures. He cried after she had gone to sleep. He didn’t want her to see or hear him cry so he did it silently. He cried himself to sleep and didn’t struggle the next day when they came to get him. He knew there was no use and if he was going to use his strength for anything, it should be for running away from the animals.
He walked into the woods, not looking back at the crowd of villagers watching him disappear into the thick trees. His instincts didn’t kick in until he was so far in that everything was as silent as death, every sound making him jump and look around in fear of the four creatures that could jump out of any of these bushes and clamp their jaws around his neck, snapping it. But nothing happened for the good part of the day, though he felt like he was being watched, by eyes that were more human than animal, there was nothing to suggest that this feeling was anything more than just that, a feeling.
They appeared when the sun was setting, nothing at all like Jimin expected them. The first one came out of the bush, eyes trained on Jimin and in a defensive state while the other three came out from his left, right and back. He tripped on his own two feet as they came closer, now growling and he threw his hands over his head in fear, ready to feel the pain of their teeth but it never came. He felt puffs of breath against his cheek and he cracked an eye open, jumping in shock when he saw one of the larger ones standing in front of him, bright blue eyes practically growling and it growled at him when he tried to move away so he froze. The four creatures circled him, sniffing and nudging his sides with their snouts as if they were assessing him. They were much larger than him, practically twice his size and he could ride their backs like a little pony. He doubted they’d appreciate that though. He wasn’t sure what they were doing, if they were just prolonging the inevitable so that they could scare him more but then one of the wolves, one that had more white to it’s fur than the rest, gave a slow growl to the others and they stepped back away and stared at him. He was confused and slowly moved, watching their expressions to see if it was okay and he realized he was crazy because wolves didn’t /understand/.
Yet somehow, they managed to make gestures that were too human for them to know. Like one of them moving its head to indicate for Jimin to follow them. He was very confused, not knowing what was happening. Weren't they going to eat him like all the others? The village knew they did, they never found bone or carcass remains, yes. But when the hunters went out, those who dared, saw pools of blood enough to bath in. Jimin walked in between the four monsters, he noticed that their fur and muzzles weren't stained red as he expected. Not too long ago there was a hunter who died, maybe a week or less ago. Like everyone else, he had expected blood-thirsty killing machines. But these creatures were elegant, fur white and black and each of them had different eye colors. They blended in well with the snow and black trees of the woods. He followed them silently, afraid that any sound or sudden move might trigger them into killing him. One of them nudged him to go faster from behind Jimin almost screamed in fear and tripped over the long fur that his mother had given him.
The largest one, the one that was more black than white, stepped in front of him so that Jimin could hold onto him and he was surprised that they were /helping/ him and not tearing him to shreds.
“W-why aren’t you killing me?” They just stared at him. Of course they won’t talk. They were just wolves, but something in the way they were staring at him told him that they understood him and just motioned him forward, the one behind him nudging him forward again. He did as they motioned him to, not wanting to anger them since they looked calm for now. They walked until the sun set and the woods were encased in darkness, but the wolves knew their way and kept close to Jimin so that he could hold onto their fur as they walked and made a noise when he was close to tripping on a root or a branch or a rock. Their eyes glowed in the darkness with no knowledge that Jimin couldn’t fathom deciphering. Electric blue, honey gold, blood red, and emerald green. Their eye colors were all unnatural, just like their behavior. He understood why the village considered them gods.
They arrived at a little cottage, covered in snow and would’ve been invisible to him had it not been for the smoke coming from the chimney and the smell of an amazingly cooked broth and it lured him in immediately. The wolves didn’t even have to judge him in that direction. It was like he was being pulled into the place, swinging the door open and was amazed at how nice it was. There were only two more doors in the place and he guessed it was the bedroom and bathroom because this room was just the kitchen and living room. And there was a man standing in front of the burning fire, stirring a pot of what Jimin guessed was the stew and his mouth watered. Not just because of the stew. The man had long braided hair, going down to his hips almost and he wasn’t wearing a shirt, just pants and there were tribal patterns over his chest, his very muscular, chest. And Jimin realized that this was the man that everyone had rumored to have seen. This was who they said might be the deity controlling the woods and when their eyes met, Jimin’s knees shook under him and he almost fell.
The green eyed wolf stepped next to him and nudged himself under Jimin’s arm, as if it knew how much hard it was to stand in front of such a gorgeous and powerful being and not be able to stand correctly. He breathed in deeply and looked down.
“Jimin.” He felt like his whole world was tipped over its axis and he couldn’t breathe for a moment, feeling like like his airways had been squeezed before it was gone. That feeling he had felt form this man calling his name was terrifying and euphoric at the same time. There was a burning on his cheek and when he lifted his hand up to try and touch, the man caught his hand, shaking his head. Jimin hadn’t even noticed him crossing the floor towards him and their eyes met again. It felt like he could breathe easier now, not like a few moments ago.
"No." He told Jimin and the shorter shivered because he sounded so commanding and sure that Jimin would obey. And fuck, he /did/. He lowered his hand so that it fell at his side and a blush rose to his cheeks when the man smiled, it felt like his heart was pounding in his chest.
And that was the start of something he had never expected. He learned that the man’s name was Hoseok, that he was the deity that protected the forest and controlled the wolves, even though it was more like they served him of his own will. Their names were Seokjin, Yoongi, Namjoon, and Taehyung and they had grown soft on Jimin, more so than the first time immediately after he got the mark on his cheek. He was only allowed to touch it after it healed two days later and he could see it in the mirror inside Hoseok’s cabin.
Hoseok told him he had chosen him after he had seen him one night in the village taking water back from the river with the other women. It was always better to walk in groups than alone because of the wolves but Hoseok said that he didn’t have to worry now that the snowflake mark was on his cheek, one of a kind that had never before been seen. It signifies that he belonged to a deity, that he was the lover of one and that touching him would invoke the wrath of that deity. Jimin had blushed when Hoseok explained to him he had chosen Jimin to be his lover. To bear his children and live by his side as an immortal because the mark on his cheek would let him live for as long as Hoseok lived, who was an immortal himself. He didn’t mind, he found it amazing that Hoseok had chosen /him/ from so many other who were much more prettier and eligible but he’d chosen /Jimin/ and he was very flattered and agreed. Not like he had a choice now that Hoseok marked him.
He wasn’t allowed back close to the village, he also always had one of the wolves by his side, whether it be Yoongi, Namjoon, Jin or Taehyung. Hoseok had taken all of the clothes his mother had given him except the fur coat and burned them, giving him warmer ones. And he spent most of his days now sitting somewhere close to the cabin, in the snow with one of the wolves’ heads on his lap while he sewed Hoseok’s clothes or just decided to design them. As a carrier in his village, he was taught everything that the women were taught. From cleaning, sewing, cooking, everything that would make him the perfect spouse for one of the men one day, but he had been brought to Hoseok to be his spouse now and Jimin did his duties well. They never needed to eat because they were immortal, but the wolves did.
From what Hoseok explained, they would be living for very long and they weren’t even grown to their full size yet and they were already so huge. He could only wonder how they would look in a few years.
Hoseok hadn’t touched him yet and he had to wonder why. If he was supposed to carry his child, then what was he waiting for? Jimin didn’t know, but every night, he slept on the bed while Hoseok slept on the ground next to him. The one thing he always did was hold Jimin’s hand all throughout the night. He told him it was a reassurance for Hoseok because other deities were known to steal each other’s chosen ones so that they could impregnate them first. Jimin shivered at that thought and kept close to the wolves and Hoseok at all times.
Presently, he was sitting down and leaning against the bark of a tree with Taehyung laying his head on his lap and Jin laying across his feet. They were both resting while he stitched snowflake designs on one of the satin gowns that Hoseok had giving him. The deity was off somewhere to make sure the protection he had surrounded the borders of the cottage hadn’t been breached by the humans from his village because other villages had been learning to find them. And the two other wolves were out hunting. Ever since he came here, he and Hoseok had never even eaten once and he had never seen the wolves eat even once. So when he saw Namjoon and Yoong dragging back the corpse of a man, he didn’t recognize him, he winced and looked away, feeling like he was going to throw up.
Jin and Taehyung had no problem standing up and walking towards the body though, ripping the clothes off and practically devouring the man. He tried not to focus on them and the snapping of bones and ripping of flesh as he continued sewing but then Namjoon tore a piece of flesh from the body’s thigh and walked over to Jimin, placing it at his side. He nudged his bloody snout against Jimin’s hand and pointed at the piece of meat, obviously telling him to eat and Jimin shook his head hurriedly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t.” Namjoon didn’t relent though, he kept nudging him and growling at the piece of meat. Jimin was going to tell him no again when Hoseok appeared next to him on the other side, crouching down and lifting the piece of meat up, ripping it in two and holding it to Jimin’s mouth. “Eat.” He commanded Jimin and he moved his head back, trying to get away but Hoseok has him cornered against the tree and he felt the bloody thing against his lips.
“I can’t, Hoseok-“ But he didn’t even get to finish before Hoseok shoved the meat into his mouth. And Jimin was so sure that he was going to vomit, that he couldn’t eat such a thing, the flesh of his own kind but when he didn’t and only felt the rich flavor in his mouth, he surprised himself by chewing and then swallowing.
“Good.” Hoseok told him.”You’re not human anymore. You’re the chosen one of a deity, you do not need to eat, but if you do, it has to be human meat, nothing else. That is why we need sacrifices.” Jimin had realized long ago that Hoseok was a different kind of deity, not one who was okay with just some fruit or any other kind of sacrifice. He expected to be sacrificed humans but he always thought it was for the wolves, he thought wrong it seemed.
He then felt Hoseok take the needle and the cloth in his hand, placing it down on the ground and he was going to take it back but Hoseok didn’t let him. He pushed Jimin down face first, but didn’t let him face hit the snow. Jimin’s heart started racing because Hoseok immediately started pulling the skirt of his dress up and he struggled slightly, trying to turn around and push him away.
“Hoseok, wait no-” Hoseok shushed him, having finally gotten the skirt up over his ass and he pulled Jimin’s underwear down. The wolves were standing on the side, sometimes looking over but mostly minding their business. Jimin was still mortified because he was practically being mounted. He felt rustling behind him and then Hoseok’s fingers pressed against his exposed cunt and he whimpered, trying to hide his face in his arms but Hoseok’s other free hand moved to his chest where he brought down the fabric of his dress to let his breasts spill out. They weren’t too big but he knew that they would swell with milk once he was well into his pregnancy. He felt one of Hoseok’s fingers entering his tight hole and his breathing quickened, not even feeling Hoseok playing with his nipples to try and soothe him.
But Hoseok’s purpose wasn’t to prepare him, he just wanted the younger to get a little wet so that the stretch of his length wasn’t too harsh for him. Though he knew it would still hurt, there was no way around that.
Once he felt a little wetness on his fingers, he pulled his finger out and aligned himself. Jimin’s breath caught in his throat because of course he had never taken a cock, he’d always been left pure and perfect. He cried out loudly when Hoseok’s cockhead pushed between his lips and the deity didn’t try to shush him, just pushed inside. He would jump sometimes when his nipples would touch some snow because he was trying to get into a position that wouldn’t make him feel like he was being split apart. Hoseok growled into his neck, stopping him and Jimin’s tears slowly came down since Hoseok didn’t relent and it hurt a lot. The wolves were the farthest thing from his mind, who were now watching on the side and grooming themselves. He slumped when Hoseok finally bottomed out inside of him and he felt the other’s hips hit his ass. He could appreciate the kisses and marks being left on his neck and shoulders as well as the soft and sweet touches to his breasts if it weren’t for the fact that his back aches from the position and his cunt burned.
“A-ah, Hoseok-“ He gasped when the other pulled back, so slow because Jimin’s walls had his cock held in a vice grip.
There was a little blood on his cock but that was expected since Jimin was virgin. He started off slow, so that he didn’t hurt the younger too much as he fucked him. Jimin moaned breathlessly as Hoseok fucked him and he slowly started feeling good, loving the stretch that Hoseok gave him. The other’s cock felt hot inside of him and he was lucky that he grew wetter with each thrust which made the slide so much easier for the both of them. Hoseok’s pace grew faster, pounding into Jimin hard and the younger moaned and cried out under him. He felt Hoseok’s cock pulsing inside of him and he had no warning before he was emptying inside of him, filling his womb up and Jimin sniffed because the amount he had released was definitely enough to knock him up. And he wasn’t sad about it, he was deeply happy.
Having Hoseok’s child would be an honor and the deity treated him so, so well. Their relationship grew from there. Hoseok stayed with him more often, speaking, laughing and just being with Jimin. Of course, he usually just ended up either being bent over or sprawled over the small bed in the cottage so that Hoseok could have his pleasure from his little body.
He was actually very surprised when Hoseok made him cum, since he was always told by the women at the cottage that his pleasure was an irrelevant thing compared to his husband’s pleasure and the fact that he was only made to carry their children. So when Hoseok took off all of his clothes one day and placed him down on the bed, spreading his legs and getting in between, of course he immediately thought that he was going to fuck him. So to say he was surprised when Hoseok started softly sucking in his breasts, licking over his nipples and taking them between his teeth, was an understatement. Hoseok was so good with his mouth, Jimin realized, as the deity slowly kissed down his stomach and his back arched, a moan spilling from his mouth as Hoseok lapped and sucked on his cunt. And the assault on his breasts never stopped, Hoseok continued playing with them with his fingers, tweaking and pinching them with his fingers while he pushed his tongue into Jimin and the younger was helpless and desperate under him.
This being his first time, it didn’t take him long to cum, feeling himself quivering and Hoseok seemed satisfied with it. He then hovered over Jimin completely and started fucking him, his legs bent over and spread so that Hoseok could suck on his nipples. A month later and he had a tiny swell on his stomach, one that made Hoseok puff his chest up in pride while the wolves looked at him curiously. After that, he mostly stayed in the cottage. Sometimes he did go out for a walk but Yoongi and Taehyung would always tug him back inside. Jimin loved this baby already, not only were they a deity’s baby, but they were also Jimin and he would be carrying them for the next eight months inside of him. Jin always forced him to eat the meat of their hunts, they’ve started hunting the women as well. Hoseok told him it was because they knew that a woman’s meat is more tender, better for Jimin and he always thanked the wolves for being so gracious. He didn’t need the meat, this baby was immortal was feeding off of Hoseok’s magic but growing inside of Jimin.
That meant that Hoseok was always within a good distance of Jimin, enough for the baby to feel him and absorb from him but if Hoseok needed to go somewhere and he couldn’t stay with Jimin, then the wolves would start hunting so that nothing happened to Jimin or the baby. And with nothing to really harm him when he was close to the cottage, his pregnancy progressed beautifully. His breasts swelled as well, becoming fuller and aching with the weight of the milk that was weighing them down. Hoseok would always sit between his thighs whenever he felt like it and would bring Jimin’s dress down to expose his tits, stroking over his stomach that was now five months so that he could feel their baby kicking, sucking all of the milk just so Jimin could relax a little and for Hoseok to enjoy the way Jimin’s milk tasted and how he got so wet having his pretty nipples sucked and played with. Hoseok has definitely chosen right, the moment he had set his eyes on Jimin he knew that this was the person to be his chosen one and the person who would bear him children.
Their first child was a daughter, a little girl that had a healthy pair of lungs on her, screaming loudly when Jimin pushed her out and a beauty that was unmatched. Hoseok had seen nothing like her among all the deities and vowed to keep her hidden from them all. After that, Jimin was always pregnant, ever year he gave birth to a child or two and on one occasion, three. He always had a babe suckling on his nipples while the rest had Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin and Taehyung playing with them or even their own father. He even gave birth to a special baby, Jungkook, who was born with a mark on his cheek, the mark of the sun. Which meant that his little baby, once he was grown, would take the place of the sun deity, making it rise and fall. And even though he loved all his children equally, Jungkook had a special place in Jimin and Hoseok’s hearts, even if they never showed it.
The now five year old was on Yoongi’s back, the wolf jogging around with the toddler shrieking in joy. All the rest of their - for now - seven children were running around with Taehyung and Jin, the youngest of them, the four ones that were still learning to walk quickly came back to lay against Jimin, who was seven months along with his pregnancy, twins in his belly that kicked him constantly. When Hoseok came back with Namjoon, they all crawled off of the wolves and ran to their father, raising their arms so that he could lift them up and Hoseok and they were so small that he managed to pick them all up and smother them in kisses, hearing their lovely laughter. Jimin got up from where he was sitting on the bed, a hand under his stomach to support it and walked towards Hoseok to kiss his cheek and then his lips.
He really couldn’t wish for a better person he could’ve ended up with and had children with. He was so lucky.