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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS)/Everyone, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Kim_Namjoon_|
      Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-
      Hope/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin,
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-
      Hope/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park
      Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim
      Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Park_Jimin-centric, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Omega_Verse, Omega_Park
      Jimin, Alpha/Omega, Pack_Dynamics, Alternate_Universe_-_Werewolf, Cute
      Park_Jimin, Fluff, Fluff_and_Smut, Smut, Spanking, Rough_Sex, Dirty_Talk,
      Breeding, Impregnation, Watersports, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Mates,
      Werewolf_Mates, Maknae_Park_Jimin, Underage_Sex, Biting, Threesome_-_M/M/
      M, ALOT_of_SEX, Loss_of_Virginity, Gags, Butt_Plugs, Dom/sub_Undertones,
      Light_Dom/sub, Verbal_Humiliation, Aftercare
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-27 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2820
****** unleashed ******
by vminkookie_(mikey_tdh)
Summary
     Park Jimin has been selected for the Breeding 1.1 program of the
     NOAA. This is a notice regarding his departure to one of our
     residentials immediately. We are anxious for his arrival.
     Park Jimin was a 3rd Level Omega. He never expected to be selected
     for a breeding program with 6 other Alphas. He never expected to get
     pregnant at 15. He never expected to fall in love
Notes
     new story guys let me know if you like it, jimin is underage again
     because it fit better with the story dynamics idk but if you're
     underage in real life, dont have sex with older men.
ParkJiminhas been selected for the Breeding 1.1 program of the NOAA. This is a
notice regarding his departure to one ofourresidentialsimmediately.We are
anxious for his arrival. 
Jimin dropped the small orange envelope, a shaky hand coming up to his mouth.
No, he thought,this can't be happening to me.Jimin was only a Third Level
omega, the second most common type. Third and Fourth Level omegas, being the
majority, were produced by Omega-Omega parents or Beta-Omega parents
(occasionally.) Usually, Beta-Omega parents produced Level Twos, and the rarest
of all were the Level Ones, the Alpha-Omega children.  
The reason Level Ones were in such high demand is because they got basically
the pick of the litter, the perfect mix of soft and strong, of Alpha and Omega.
They were by far the most fertile Omegas, often producing 6-8 pups in a litter.
This was why they were the best choice for breeding programs. 
Level Twos were next in line of course, producing 2-4 pups per litter, while
Level Threes and Fours only produced 1-2, if they were lucky. 
This was confusing, at times, because the Alpha gene was more dominant, as such
the child should've been an Alpha. Well, considering there were so many pups in
a litter, Level Ones had a good mix of Alphas and Omegas. Level Twos were Betas
and Omegas. And Level Threes and Fours were always Omega, if they were even
lucky enough to have a pup.  
While 3rd and 4th Level Omegas may have made up the majority of the Omega
population, this was by no means to say they were common throughout all wolves.
Betas made up 64%, Alphas 29%, and Omegas a mere 7%.  
This was why the government had created breeding programs, or more specifically
the NOAA, the National Omega-Alpha Association.  
Of the 7% of Omegas, about 65% were 3s and 4s, 30% 2s, and 5% were 1s. 
This meant a severe decrease in Omega and Alpha children, as double Beta
couples could only produce more Betas. 
The breeding programs began in 1964, by an Indian Lawyer, his case regarded the
issue, and he argued to just breed Omegas with Alphas officially, making sure
they get pregnant. Thus every Omega over the age of 15, and Alpha of 18, had to
sign up to the program on their birthdays. 
Jimin never thought he'd get picked, never thought he'd be a mom so soon
either. That's something that happened to other people, not to him, right? But,
isn't that how everybody thinks. 
He was leaning against the side of his kitchen counter, thinking about his
possibilities. If he'd just gotten the notice today, that meant by tomorrow at
noon, he'd have to be packed and ready to go at the door, if not the officials
would take him regardless.  
The residentials weren't terrible at all really, they were actually really nice
homes, all 1-floor and  multi-bedroom. One single Omega got paired up with 5-20
Alphas at a time to increase the possibility of children.  
God, Jimin wasn't ready, oh how he wasn't ready for any of this. But he knew as
soon as his heat took in that house full of Alphas, he'd be gone for anyways,
reduced to a pathetic, needy mess of a cockslut on the floor. He had turned 15
this summer, it was winter now. He thought the change of seasons reflected the
chain of events perfectly.  
And when Jimin went into heats, he went in hard. He was so needy, his parents
had to lock him into his room to make sure he didn't sneak out to find Alpha
cock. It was a mess of a weak, every 6 months, and Jimin had felt ashamed after
each one. 
Silent tears dripped down his plush cheeks. He drew in a couple of shaky
breaths before gulping down a water bottle. He pressed his hand to his
forehead, figuring he'd have to start packing as soon as possible. 
- 
It was as emotional as a goodbye to their Omega son could get, his family had
warned him that if he didn't get pregnant, he would have to find a new place to
live. This was why Jimin was determined to succeed, he convinced himself it
didn't matter if these Alphas were really big or mean (as such things scared
him more often than not), he would deal with it and (try to) have a lot of
pups. 
He'd packed a few pair of sweatpants, jeans, slacks, most of his closet
basically. A lot of hoodies, and loose white teas (not forgetting his favorite
jean jacket.) Before he was taken to his residential (his chosen home), he
would go to his local government office to fill the rest of the paper work,
including a waiver saying nothing in that house could be constituted as rape,
but he never stood a chance against the law. 
The government building was tall and dark, it reminded him of one of the
abandoned houses in the scary movies his Mama told him not to watch (but he did
anyway). He knew if he tried to hold the social worker's hand, she would've
sneered and pushed him away, so he just clutched his bag tighter to his
chest.  
Arriving in the main office, two security guards came, and took his bag,
handing it to the social worker, while they grabbed both his arms and lead him
down the hallway. He didn't even try to resist, he could smell these men were
definitely not Omega so he didn't stand a chance against them.  
They took him down a long winded hallway, filled with dark corners and sharp
edges. They stopped in front of a dark brown door, with a lock that scanned
your finger print to let you in. 
Inside the room was a big desk, with an equally big man behind it. The man was
short and pudgy, puffing on a cigar as he shuffled papers on his desk. 
"Ah, Omegas 36071, good to meet you." The man said with a forced grin. 
Jimin felt like he just got punched in the face. Omega 36071, his name was Park
Jimin, he was from Busan, he had family, friends, he wasn't just a random
number.  
"I presume this is your bag." He spoke, the security guard handing him his bag
from the back of the room. 
"Ah, let's see what we've got in here." He pushed the bag open, digging into
his belongings with interest. 
"Slacks, jeans, shorts,won't need any of these." He said with a leering grin.
Jimin didn't know why he even bothered to go through the bag at all, perhaps to
sadden Jimin, considering he deemed his clothes unsuitable and arranged a
wardrobe be prepared at the house. 
Jimin left the agency with a tear rolling down his cheek, he refused to make a
noise in front of these men, but he couldn't help his body's natural reaction
to the disrespect he'd  gone through because of his Omega status. How could he
not hate himself when the outside world viewed him as lower than dirt. 
- 
The long black government car pulled up to a lavish yard, maybe as big as a
football field, the grass a healthy bright green, cut just short enough. The
house was mainly 1 floor with an attic from what he saw. The exterior were grey
bricks, with a darker grey tiled roof detailed with white beams. There were
glass, paneled windows, and mahogany doors. The lawn was scattered with
gorgeous shrubbery and flowers. Jimin was completely shell-shocked at a
government residential being so beautiful and lavish. 
The government official led him into his new home, as he entered the foyer, he
marveled at the beautiful interior. There was a chandelier seemingly dripping
with bright lights, carpeted stairs, art framing the dark wooden walls,
carpeted floors, and what seemed to be a million rooms. As the official took
him around the house he found out there were 6 rooms, excluding the garage; 3
bedrooms, the dining room, the living room, and an office. There also seemed to
be a large backyard. 
The official finished his tour by leading him to his room. He told him there
were already 6 alphas living here, splitting up the 3 rooms by twos. He would
be sharing the master bedroom with Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin. 
The government official left him for good, and he was left to explore the room
by himself, he couldn't smell another wolf in the house.  
He immediately went to shower, eager to take off his sweaty clothes, entering
the bathroom he laughed as he spotted the jacuzzi type bathtub. He quickly
disrobed, throwing his clothes in the corner of the room left to deal with
later. He blasted hot water from the jets as he squatted next to the tub,
rubbing his hands over the heat. After it was sufficiently filled, he jumped
right in, eyes slipping closed as his body relaxed completely. 
He was mostly asleep when he heard the front door unlocking, he hurriedly
jumped out of the bathtub, not having enough time to dry off, he sprinted to
the wardrobe inside his bedroom. Opening it, his mouth dropped open at the
selection of clothes prepared for him. He didn't have any time to waste however
so he picked out the garment nearest to him, and a pair of underwear from  the
drawers underneath. He awkwardly shoved the (dress?) over his small frame,
sliding his underwear up his thick legs. 
The dress was a light pink taffeta that reached his knees. It had a pink sheath
base, with a lighter sheer fabric covering it. It exposed his soft shoulders,
with long bell sleeves, pink tassels hanging off the hem. It cinched in tight
around his waist, a decorated band with white beaded daisies. The same band
went around the collar and sleeves. The collar was a bit low cut, exposing his
collarbones but not his chest. If he were a girl, he'd probably have to shave,
but his Omega genes prevented any hair growth on his body except for his head. 
He didn't notice until he was fully clothed, but the underwear he'd chosen were
panties. After taking a further look, all he seemed to have were panties,
thankfully the ones he'd picked were a bit more modest. They were a full cut
bikini style, white, with a small lace detailing around the edges. His wardrobe
seemed to be filled with feminine clothes, not a pair of pants in sight. The
closest thing he could get to that were shorts so short, if you bent over your
butt would show. There were mainly dresses, skirts, and tops of an assortment
of pastel colored fabrics. He noticed that all the clothes were extremely
feminine, more suited for a little girl perhaps, than a woman.  
He didn't complain, thankful that he even got to wear clothes. The government
could take that option away from you, if you misbehaved.  
He rushed back into the bathroom, remembering the dirty laundry he'd left in
the corner, bending over he found a hamper to put them in when the bedroom door
creaked open. He squeaked, jumping in place as he fell to his knees on the
floor. He couldn't help it, he was an Omega after all, and at every sign of
danger, his body screamed at him to bare his neck, bow his head and seem as
submissive as possible until it passed.  
He saw two men's feet entering the bathroom, not daring to look up from their
feet as he'd smelled they were Alphas. Not lifting his head, he greeted a quiet
"hello alpha" with a soft, meek voice.  
He heard the left one chuckle.  
"Why isn't this a pretty sight. Thank you for waiting for me Omega, I'm Kim
Namjoon the pack leader, and this is my mate Kim Seokjin. And who may you be,
little one?" 
Namjoon was a very tall man, he had an undercut with ashy brown hair, droopy
eyes, tan skin, full lips and a round face. The other man, Jimin was guessing
Seokjin, was tall as well, with really broad shoulders. He had lighter skin and
dark green hair, a bowl cut, which oddly made him look like Prince charming. If
Prince Charming had green hair. He had a longer, narrower face and bigger eyes.
It's safe to say they were both handsome to the point it was intimidating. 
Jimin guessed the one that just spoke, Namjoon, was a Mackenzie River Valley
wolf. The second one, Kim Seokjin, was an Italian wolf with his close-set eyes
and a narrow face.  
He himself was an Arctic Tundra wolf. He had fluffy, light brown hair, a little
shorter than what he normally wore. He had pretty chocolate eyes, and pouty
pink lips. To be honest, he did look more feminine than other boys, his
features were softer and rounder than even the girls around him. As was his
body, he had a soft tummy, though a small waist. The part he most hated about
himself were his wide Omega hips. Paired with a big, round butt and thick
thighs, he looked like a short-haired girl from the back.  
"My name is Park Jimin, Mister. I'm your government-designated Omega." 
"Why isn't that a pretty dress you have on Jimin-ssi, do you like the color
pink?" Seokjin asked him, crouching down with a warm smile. 
This was the moment Jimin decided to lift his head. Still not quite looking
Seokjin in the eye, he replies "thank you Mister." He wouldn't dare tell the
alphas the clothes weren't his choice, as that was disrespectful and not the
perceived obedient Omega. 
"Call me Hyung, Jimin-ssi, after all, we'll be spending the next few months
together." Namjoon chuckled. 
Jimin smiled politely, as Seokjin helped him to his feet. He felt comfortable
around Seokjin, he felt taken care of. Jin led him downstairs, presumably to
meet the other Alphas. 
"Is it him, is it him coming downstairs, oh my god I can't see, is he cute?
Wahh, he's so cute, he's so small like a tiny mouse, if mice were cute. Oh, oh
my god get out of the way Jungkook, I want to meet him, Jimin-ssiiiiiiiiiiii!"
 
Jimin was startled, huddling behind Jin's back as the elder shot him a warm
smile and brought him forward.  
"As you can see everyone, this is Jimin-ah. He's our Omega. Jimin honey, these
are the rest of your housemates. The one that's been screaming for the past
hour is Taehyung, he's very excited to meet you." 
Taehyung was extremely handsome. Like so handsome he could be on the cover of
Vogue, he had slanted eyes, bright red hair, and a wide grin. 
"Everyone, introduce yourself."  
"It's okay Jiminie, I'll do it for them." With that Taehyung took Jimin by the
hand and led him to the other people. 
"This is Jungkookie, he's our maknae, well I guess you're our maknae now, sorry
Jungkook, but anyways he's my mate. As you can see, he's a Northern Rocky
Mountain wolf, I'm an Arabian wolf by the way. You're a Tundra right? An Arctic
Tundra? 
"Oh, wow, yeah I am actually. I can't believe you got it right." Jimin was now
clutching Taehyung's hand with excitement, concentrated fully on the eccentric
boy. 
Jungkook snorted. "That's Taehyung for you, super weird, but smart when you
don't expect it." 
Jungkook was a tall boy, with a bunny grin and reddish-brown hair. He kind of
had a resting bitch face, but completely changed when smiling at his mate. 
"Hi, I'm Hoseok, it's so nice to finally meet you. It's been torture living
here for 3 weeks waiting for our assigned Omega. I'm so glad you're finally
here. And you're so cute too, isn't he cute babe?" Hoseok turned to the man
next to him. A sort of grumpy looking man that was slightly taller than Jimin.
He had pale skin, thin lips, and mint green hair, maybe a Hudson Bay wolf.
Hoseok was a bright, energetic man with a really cute smile (dimples), and
bubblegum pink hair. He was probably a British Colombian wolf. 
"He's a cute kid." The man said with a raspy voice. 
"That's Yoongi-hyung." Proclaimed Taehyung, now wrapped around a less-
enthusiastic Jungkook. 
"Let me see if I got this right." Jimin quietly whispered to himself. 
"Namjoon-hyung. Jin-hyung." He greeted the older couple behind him. 
"Taehyung-hyung and Jungkook-hyung." 
"Hoseok-hyung and Yoongi-hyung." He bowed to each person. 
"I'm Park Jimin. I'm 15, an Omega obviously, and I'm excited to get to meet all
of you." He finished with a shy smile. 
"Oh my god, he's so cute. You're so cute, Jiminie. Can I keep you?" The funny
thing was, Taehyung said that with the most serious look on his face. Come to
think of it, Jimin wouldn't mind being kept.
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he other boy’s laugh sounds as strained as Arakita feels, but then he’s
pushing forward and Arakita forgets to complain, forgets to curse and forgets
to scratch and forgets even to be angry. He doesn’t realize he’s groaning until
Shinkai laughs again, the sound truly shattered now, and then the redhead
braces himself against Arakita’s leg and starts to move.
The first few strokes are enough to flare Arakita’s blood blistering under his
skin, wipe out any attempt at coherency he might still cling to; Shinkai’s
half-upright, balanced over his knees and leaning in over Arakita so he’s
gasping over the other boy’s mouth and Arakita can see past the shadows over
his face to the glazed pleasure of his expression. Arakita reaches out to grab
at Shinkai’s back with one hand, wraps the other around his length and starts
jerking himself off in time with the redhead’s motion, and as they start to
fall into a rhythm he can feel his breathing dropping into time with Shinkai’s,
his hips starting to angle up in time with the other boy’s thrusts.
Then Shinkai takes a breath, and shifts his hand to hold Arakita’s hip down to
the floor, and the pressure of that motion suggests a conclusion to Arakita
just before the redhead draws back and thrusts forward as hard as he can, and
everything whites out of Arakita’s head.
Arakita doesn’t recognize the sound of his voice in the wail of encouragement
that tears out of his throat. His eyes are still out-of-focus, his throat
aching from the sharp exclamation, when Shinkai growls, “Tell me if you want me
to stop,” and does it again.
“Fuck,” Arakita chokes, and arches up off the floor to get closer to the other
boy. “Don’t fucking stop,” and that’s the last coherent thing he manages to
say. It’s a good thing Shinkai’s pinning him down, he’s fairly certain he’d be
sliding over the floor otherwise; even as it is he can feel his skin catching
and dragging raw on the surface, but he can’t care, doesn’t care that his
neighbors can probably hear the sounds he’s making and doesn’t care that
there’s blood coming slippery from how hard he’s digging his fingernails into
Shinkai’s back. Shinkai’s gasping for air like he’s drowning and Arakita’s
pretty sure he’s moving faster, or at least that his movement is drawing more
heat up from Arakita’s blood with each stroke, even more than the motion of the
the other boy’s hand on himself. Arakita has no idea what he’s saying, wordless
groaning punctuated with unrelated curses directed more or less at Shinkai, and
the redhead is laughing far back in his throat so it comes out purring with
pleasure. Arakita can’t breathe, and he can’t see, and he doesn’t know what
he’s doing but he can feel Shinkai’s blood under his fingers and Shinkai’s
breathing against his skin, and when he speeds up the motion of his hand on
himself Shinkai thrusts fast, twice in quick succession. Arakita’s entire body
shudders in instant reaction, his throat goes tight to turn his breathing into
a groan, and his surroundings white out entirely as he comes across his
stomach.
Shinkai’s trembling over him by the time Arakita recollects himself enough to
let himself go. Arakita can feel the tremors running up through the other boy’s
legs, can hear the desperate heat to his breathing, and even with the
aftershocks of too-much sensation jolting through him from the redhead’s
continued movement he manages to get his hand up to catch Shinkai’s shoulder so
he can pull himself in close enough to get his mouth in against the other’s
skin.
“Do you always scream like that?” Shinkai gasps.
“Fuck you,” Arakita hisses, and bites down as hard as he can. Shinkai jerks at
the sensation, thrusts forward once more, and Arakita can feel the wave of
pleasure ripple out into the other boy’s body, can taste the movement under his
tongue.
Shinkai keeps himself upright for exactly as long as it takes for him to pull
out and away; then he drops to the floor, as if the satisfaction under his skin
is a weight dragging him down. Arakita sits up instead, ignoring the way
pushing himself upright makes his arms shake; he can feel the raw skin all
along his spine now that he’s not distracted and it feels better upright than
lying on it.
“That is going to sting for days,” he growls without looking at Shinkai.
“Thanks a lot, asshole.”
Shinkai turns his head so he can eye Arakita’s back without getting up from his
angle across the floor. “You’re not bleeding,” he says, as if that settles the
matter.
“That doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking hurt,” Arakita snaps, and Shinkai laughs
without lifting his head.
“You didn’t tell me to stop,” he points out. “And I’m bleeding.”
“Don’t be a baby, it’s not that bad,” Arakita growls.
He can just see Shinkai’s smile under the fall of his hair. “It’ll leave a
mark.”
Arakita looks away from Shinkai’s face, down the path of fingernails along the
redhead’s back and the imprint of teeth at his
shoulder, his fingernails, his teeth marking Shinkai’s skin as his own. “Good.”
Shinkai’s smile shows his teeth.
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