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camaro-and-smokes · 2 years ago

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Fever Dream | Chapter 1 / 2

SUMMARY: Billy had always dreamed of having a threesome. Specifically with Steve and Eddie. And now he was finally getting it.

NOTES: I know there are a lot of tags, but please read them in full before reading to avoid any triggers. Note that all tags do not apply to the first chapter.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Tags: Smut, Plot What Plot, Fever Dreams, Gay Billy Hargrove, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bottom Billy Hargrove, Service Top Steve Harrington, Service Top Eddie Munson, Everything is consensual which is why traffic light system or safe words aren’t used, hey this is a dream remember and Billy likes everything that’s done to him, Threesome - M/M/M, Boys Kissing, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Facials, Edge-play, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, BDSM, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Name-Calling, Humiliation, Face Slapping, Slapping, Choking, Spit-roasting, Double Penetration, Double Anal Penetration, Harringroveson, Harringrove, Mungrove, Listen this is purely self-indulgent, I wrote this for myself but you can read it too.

chapters: CH 1 [CH 2] / 2

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“Hey, gorgeous,” Steve said and kissed Billy. The kiss was gentle, barely a brush against Billy’s lips. “What would you like to have?” he whispered.

Billy sighed and smiled. “I want you.”

Steve peppered Billy’s cheek with tiny kisses. “I know that much,” he replied, and kissed Billy again. This time the kiss was a bit deeper, but still gentle, slow and loving. “But what do you really want to have? You can have anything.”

“Anything?” Billy whispered.

Steve placed his hand on the back of Billy’s neck, pulling him tighter into a kiss. The kiss was more demanding now. “Uh-huh. What does your heart desire most?” Steve said and continued kissing Billy.

Billy could feel his insides suddenly fluttering with butterflies. “You really mean that?” he sighed.

“Yes, gorgeous.”

Arms wrapped around Billy’s waist from behind. “My precious,” Eddie whispered into Billy’s ear, making Billy let out a deep breath.

“Hey,” Billy replied, and moved his hand on Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer.

Eddie kissed and nipped at Billy’s neck and shoulder, his hands moving under Billy’s shirt and wandering slowly up and down on his tight abs.

“Is this what you wanted, gorgeous?” Steve asked, and probed between Billy’s lips with the tip of his tongue, his hands stroking Billy’s sides.

“Yeah. Both of you.”

“You shall have us both, precious,” Eddie whispered, and looked at Billy and Steve kissing. He licked his lips and reached his other hand behind Steve’s neck, pulling him gently away from Billy and into a kiss.

Billy looked at them kissing, right in front of him, slowly lapping their tongues against each other. He could feel his abdomen ache pleasurably. He was really going to have his deepest desires satisfied. “Is this real?”

Eddie let go of Steve, returning his hand onto Billy’s abs, slowly stroking lower towards Billy’s crotch.

Steve glanced at Billy’s kiss-bitten, swollen lips before snaking his hand between Billy and Eddie and grabbing Billy’s ass tightly. He grinned, and nipped Billy’s lip and kissed him, pushing his tongue through Billy’s lips.

Billy moaned into Steve’s mouth. He felt dizzy. He could feel his own dick getting harder, making his jeans tighter and pushing against Steve’s bulge. And he could feel Eddie’s cock hardening against his ass.

“It’s a fever dream, precious,” Eddie whispered and licked into Billy’s ear. “But it’s going to be a sweet one, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Billy gasped.

Eddie cupped Billy’s chin and turned it towards him so that they could kiss.

While they kissed, Steve moved to kiss Billy’s exposed neck and started sucking the tender skin right under Billy’s ear. “You’re so ready for us, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he asked as he paused, and then continued bruising Billy’s neck.

“Mhmm,” Billy let out into Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie pushed his hands under the waistband of Billy’s jeans, gently massaging the area right above his hardening dick, brushing against it with his fingertips. “You’re not wearing any underwear, precious,” Eddie whispered grinning. “You’re a bad boy.”

Billy smirked. “Yes, I am.”

Eddie kissed Billy again, alternating with pushing his tongue into Billy’s mouth and biting Billy’s lip.

“Good, because we like bad boys like you,” Steve said, grabbing Billy’s neck, squeezing it lightly.

Billy let out a tiny noise at Eddie’s mouth.

"Bad boys like to do bad things, don't they, precious?" Eddie asked.

“Yes,” Billy whined.

“What do bad boys say when they want to do bad things?” Steve whispered into Billy’s ear as he opened the button of Billy’s jeans and unzipped them, moving his hands onto Billy’s hips.

Billy was pleasurably squeezed between Steve and Eddie, and he shuddered at the contact of Steve’s hands on his skin.

“Ple--please?” Billy asked stuttering.

“Yes. Good boy, precious,” Eddie whispered. He grabbed the hem of Billy’s shirt and pulled it up, over his pecs and held it there.

Steve placed his hands on the pecs, squeezing them lightly.

Billy closed his eyes as Steve’s thumbs teasing his hardened nipples shot an electric shock straight into his cock, making it twitch.

Steve smiled at the reaction, and he repeated the move, kissing Billy’s mouth again at the same time, nipping the lip from time to time. Then he pulled back. “Oh, you’re so desperate, gorgeous. Makes me want to...” he said and licked his lip. “...do bad things to you.”

Billy opened his eyes and looked at Steve, indeed feeling desperate ache inside, in his aching dick, in his pecs, his hole, everywhere. “Please,” he whined.

Steve leaned down, and lapped his tongue over Billy’s left nipple.

Billy moaned at the touch.

While Steve continued teasing Billy’s nipples, Eddie grabbed Billy’s chin with his right hand and pulled his head back while his left still held the shirt up. He kissed and sucked the exposed neck, making Billy let out incoherent whines.

Steve straightened up after a while and grabbed the hem of Billy’s shirt. “Let’s take this off. It’s just on the way.”

Eddie let go and Steve pulled the shirt over Billy’s head.

“Let’s take these off, too, while we’re at it,” Eddie said, and pushed Billy’s jeans down, helping Billy step out of them.

Steve's eyes wandered on Billy's naked body, from his slightly open mouth down to his not insignificant hard-on. He looked back up and into Billy's eyes, stroking Billy's cheek gently with the back of his fingers. "You're beautiful."

Eddie leaned against Billy's bare back, grinding his crotch against Billy's ass, his arms wrapping back around Billy's waist. "It's such an honor to get to fuck something this pretty," he said and slid his other hand down the trail of tiny hairs on Billy's crotch and around the base of his aching cock. "You're going to look even prettier when we've wrecked you, precious."

Billy leaned against Eddie and his head back against Eddie's shoulder, groaning, while Eddie massaged the base, squeezing it gently from time to time.

"Oh, you look so beautiful like that, gorgeous," Steve said. "I think I'm going to watch you getting a nice hand job. Would you like that?" he asked Billy.

"Mh-hmm," was all Billy could muster. He could barely understand what Steve said for the hand squeezing his dick had all his attention, but the idea of being watched... He could feel lust rushing through his veins into his dick.

"Oh, I think he'd like that," Eddie said with a lilt in his voice, tightening his grip on Billy's dick.

Steve smiled and sat down to a large armchair his legs wide open, palming the bulge in his jeans. “Well, go on then.”

Eddie took a proper grip of the shaft. “Your cock looks pretty in my hand, precious,” he whispered into Billy’s ear. “It’s as if it was made for me.”

Billy let out whimper when Eddie started to slowly pump it. Billy heard blood rushing in his ears. He placed his own hand over Eddie’s to make him move it faster, but Eddie pulled it away with his free hand.

“No, precious,” Eddie said kissed Billy’s neck as he brushed the tip with his thumb gently and over the sensitive, leaking hole. “No touching. This is all mine."

Billy’s breathing hitched with Eddie’s words, and he grabbed the sides of Eddie’s thighs with his hands. “Mmmore.”

“Oh, so demanding, aren't you?” Eddie said. He repeated the action, softly chuckling when Billy pushed his hips forward and fucked into his hand.

“Go on, precious, take all you want.”

“Look at me, gorgeous,” Steve said. “I want to see your pretty eyes.”

Billy opened his eyes and looked at Steve. Steve had opened his slacks and was jerking his own cock lazily.

Billy whimpered with each pump of Eddie’s hand.

Steve’s gaze was on Billy’s dick that was now leaking heavily.

Seeing the way Steve was pumping his own cock in the same rhythm Eddie sped up his pace pushed Billy’s body slowly towards his climax.

When he was on the brink of the fluids being released inside him, just before he would’ve been beyond the point of no return, Eddie suddenly let go.

“Nnno,” Billy gasped.

“Not so soon, precious,” Eddie said, and stroked Billy’s sides with his hands. “What would Steve say if I let you come just like that, mhh?”

Billy squinted and looked at Steve, frustrated.

Steve bit his lower lip to hide a wide smile. “You get what you want, but we control when. Don’t we, Eddie?”

“Uh-huh,” Eddie said, kissing Billy’s neck and shoulder. “Just the way you like it, precious.”

“Come here,” Steve said.

Billy walked to him and stood before him.

Steve ran the tips of his fingers up on Billy’s thighs, and to his ass. He squeezed, making Billy buck his hips forward. Steve looked up, grinning. “Get on your knees.”

Billy did what Steve told him, and got onto the floor between Steve’s legs.

“Take it into your mouth. No hands.”

Billy took the very tip of Steve’s cock into his mouth, and pushed his tongue against the slit, moving it slowly up and down, keeping his eyes on Steve’s.

Steve sighed. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Keep going.”

Billy sucked the tip, pushing his tongue tighter against the slit, making Steve let out a hiss and put his hand on the back of Billy’s head. Billy took the cock a bit deeper into his mouth, bopping his head slowly back and forth.

Billy felt a cold, wet hand on his ass, and it made him shudder. He let go of Steve’s cock and looked back.

Eddie was on his knees behind him. “It’s okay, precious, I’ll just make sure you’re ready for some more play,” Eddie said, and teased Billy’s hole with his finger.

When Eddie pushed the first finger in, Billy let out an involuntary whine.

Steve cupped Billy’s chin and turned him to look up at him. “Come on, gorgeous, we were in the middle of something,” he said, and took his own cock in his hand. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Billy took the tip back into his mouth, trying to not whimper each time Eddie pushed his finger deeper inside him. He sucked the cock, alternating between taking it all in - almost choking on it when Steve kept him still with his hand, tears falling from his eyes - and sucking just the tip and then pushing his tongue against the front of the cock as he lazily moved his head up and down on it.

Eddie pushed another finger inside Billy, making Billy pull back from Steve’s cock and letting out a groan.

“Hey, hey, hey, gorgeous,” Steve said and slapped Billy on the cheek. “Concentrate. My cock, in your mouth.”

The slap stung pleasurably. “Yes, master,” Billy gasped, and took the cock back into his mouth.

Steve placed his hand on the back of Billy’s head to keep it still. He fucked into Billy’s mouth first slowly, his pace slowly speeding up. “Good boy, take it in.”

Billy let out a whine. Having something in his ass and in his mouth at the same time made him forget everything else and just let the pleasure it gave him to take over.

Eddie pushed his fingers back and forth in Billy’s hole, gently scissoring them from time to time to stretch it open. “What do you think, should I give him a third?” Eddie asked Steve.

Steve pulled Billy off of his dick and pulled his hair to get him look up. “Do you want a third, gorgeous?" Steve asked Billy. "You know what you might get after that."

Billy’s mouth was watering, saliva and Steve’s pre-cum dripping all over his chin and cheeks, tears in his eyes. He nodded eagerly.

“Give him the third. He wants you to fuck him,” Steve said to Eddie, grinning. He turned to look back to Billy, and let go of his hair. “Now, continue.”

Billy took Steve’s dick into his mouth once again. Steve made him stop again when the cock was full in his mouth. Billy felt the tip brushing against the back of his throat, and it made him gag.

Steve pulled him off his cock just enough to ease the pressure on Billy’s throat for a while, and then pushed him right back.

Eddie’s finger brushed against Billy’s prostate while Steve was fully inside Billy's mouth.

It ran a spike of pleasure through Billy’s whole body and he couldn’t help letting out a muffled whimper.

Steve laughed. “Oh, he likes that.”

Eddie kissed Billy’s lower back, and pushed his fingers against the nub again. “I want to make you feel good, precious. We want to make you feel good.”

“Yes, we do,” Steve agreed, and petted Billy’s hair.

Billy felt pleasure filling his whole body. It tingled in his crotch, and pushed him closer to coming again. This time he pulled Steve out of his mouth himself. “Stop. I’m so close and I don’t want to...not yet.”

Eddie stopped, and pulled his fingers out. “It’s alright. Take your time.” He kissed Billy’s back again, brushing his hand gently up and down Billy’s spine.

Steve cupped Billy’s chin, and pulled it to make Billy look up. “Kiss me.”

Billy leaned his hands on Steve’s thighs to pull himself up and kissed him.

Steve moaned, and they kept kissing, tongues lapping against each other slowly. After a while Steve pulled back. He stroked Billy’s cheek with his fingers and wiped the tears off with it. “You’re so beautifully wrecked already.”

“Mh-hmm,” Billy moaned.

“Would you like to be wrecked some more, gorgeous?”

“Mh-hmm,” Billy mumbled again and nodded.

Steve slapped Billy on his cheek, making Billy let out a whimper. “What do you say, gorgeous?”

Billy smiled a small smile. “Please,” he whispered.

Steve slapped his cheek again, this time a bit harder.

Billy was sure it left a red mark on his cheek.

“I didn’t hear you,” Steve said tightly.

“Please, master,” Billy said louder.

“Good boy.” Steve looked at Eddie. “Eddie, put your fingers back in.”

Billy moaned out loud when Eddie squeezed all three fingers at the same time inside him. “Yes, precious, good boy.”

“Come on, gorgeous. Take my cock back into your mouth. It looked so pretty in there,” Steve said, placing his hand on Billy’s shoulder and pushing him down back between his thighs.

Billy took the cock into his mouth.

Eddie teased Billy’s prostate with his fingers, making Billy whimper, frustrated. “Just a little bit more, precious. I want you to feel good when I go in.”

“Do you think he’s ready for you?” Steve asked Eddie after a while.

“I think so,” Eddie replied and pulled his fingers out from Billy, making him let out a frustrated whine. Eddie slapped Billy's ass, hard. “Oh, don’t complain. You’ll get more just in a bit,” Eddie scolded him and opened his own jeans and pulled his hard cock out. He teased the entrance of Billy’s hole with the tip of his dick, making Billy whimper. He slapped Billy’s ass again. “Keep his dick in your mouth and don’t whine, precious. You’re pretty when you have your mouth full.” Eddie put his hands on Billy’s hips and pushed into him, agonizingly slow.

Steve placed his hand on the back of Billy’s head again and forced him take his whole cock into his mouth, keeping him still.

Billy’s mouth was watering from being so full, slobber all around his cheeks and dripping from his chin. Getting his hole full, too, made him drool more.

Eddie let out a groan when he bottomed. He remained still for a moment, then he pulled back almost in full. Then he pushed himself back in slowly, brushing against Billy’s prostate.

A loud moan forced its way out from Billy’s mouth even though it was already full.

“Yeah, you like it when you have both ends full, don’t you?” Steve hissed, and let go of the back of Billy’s head.

Since Billy’s mouth was indeed full, he just whined as an agreement.

Eddie started thrusting, back and forth. He was slow at first, and Billy sucked Steve’s dick in the pace of Eddie’s thrusts. ”Oh, you feel so good, precious. So tight,” Eddie gasped as he sped up his pace.

“He really loves this,” Steve said to Eddie. He looked at Billy. “Bad boys like that, don’t they, gorgeous?” he asked him.

“Mh-hmm,” Billy replied.

“Do you know -- who also likes -- to have their both ends -- full, precious?” Eddie panted, at the pace of his thrusts.

Billy whined a denial.

“Whores. Whores like to have their both ends full,” Eddie said and slapped Billy’s ass. “Are you a whore, precious?”

Billy felt a wave of pleasure to rush over him and he looked up at Steve. “Mh-mm,” he agreed, nodding.

“Good. Because that’s what you are. A whore, just a hole to cum into,” Steve said smirking. “My dick in your mouth is so pretty and Eddie thrusting in you... You’re a beautiful whore. Our whore.”

Billy had to let go of Steve’s cock, trying to stop himself from coming. “Yes, yes I am,” he groaned closing his eyes as Eddie pushed himself deep into him, speeding up his pace and slamming himself onto Billy’s ass.

Billy felt himself getting closer and closer to his release. “I’m coming...”

Steve grabbed Billy’s head and pushed his mouth back on his cock. “Come then. Have your both whoring holes full when you come.”

Billy felt the orgasm gathering inside him immediately, and while he would’ve loved to keep himself from coming, to further the pleasure he was feeling, he couldn’t stop the switch inside him from turning off that would soon push him over the edge. He whined as Eddie thrust into him mercilessly, moaning from his own soon following release, and Steve panting with every time Billy moved on his dick, faster and faster.

“Yes, that’s it. Take it in, take it into both ends,” Steve said, bucking his hips to meet the back of Billy’s throat. “Come for us.”

Billy couldn’t keep his hips from bucking as he spilled his seamen on his thighs and to the floor in violent bursts. He groaned as he rode the high with Eddie pushing against his prostate. Steve’s cock twitched in his mouth, and soon Steve let out a moan as his cum filled Billy’s mouth, making Billy choke as it hit his palate. It spilled out from his mouth, spreading on his cheeks and on Steve’s abdomen.

Billy felt already over-stimulated when Eddie finally let out a groan and thrust into him with his release, letting his cum to spill out and into Billy.

Billy let go of Steve’s softening cock, taking deep breaths and swallowing the cum in his mouth.

Eddie leaned on top of Billy, still inside him, and kissed his shoulder. “You were so good, precious,” he whispered.

Steve cupped Billy’s chin in his hand and turned it up to get Billy to look at him. He tilted his head, and looked at Billy tenderly. “You’re so beautiful like this. All wrecked, slobber and cum on your face, your hair a mess, your cum on your thighs and on the floor, cum spilling out from your hole. You were so good, gorgeous. I love you.”

Billy smiled lazily, his teeth trapped between his teeth.

Steve leaned down to kiss him, even though his own cum was all over Billy’s face. “We’ll continue when you’re ready,” Steve whispered, kissing Billy again. “We didn’t yet do everything you wanted.”

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loving-fictional-people · 7 years ago

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My Special Place in Shipping Hell

You know what is my special place in shipping hell.

The throne

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borathae · 2 years ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #31 - Moonlit Nights]

“When you have a threesome in a tent and decide to film it.”

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader x Taehyung

Warnings: dom!Reader, sub!Jungkook, switchy!Taehyung, erotic photography, making of a sextape, threesome in a tent, handjobs, self punishment in the form of cock slapping, oral (f. & m.receiving), 69ning, face sitting, dirty talk, she calls them her pretty boys but also her needy brats, she rides Kook stupid, then they double penetrate her vaginally, it’s so hot fkc, belly bulging, eye contact, so much cum lmao, squirting, frotting, Tae wears a condom though, this is filthy porn

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: I'm actually really gay for her hahshs help. I really fucking missed writing threesomes for them gdi. This was created after weeks of not being able to produce stuff and it felt so good to write again. Enjoy besties this is so horny 😩

There were three things which made the night perfect.

The location.

The food.

The company you spend it with.

Let's start with the easiest of those things. The company. Your awesome husband Jungkook and your shared best friend and part time lover Taehyung. The company couldn’t get any better than this (except for Jimin and Yoongi being present as well, however those two are currently on a summer holiday at the Austria lakes). So it was just you and your two men this time around. Now that summer has come, the three of you wanted to use the warm weather and long days to take your bikes for a ride. The end destination was unknown, but Taehyung wanted to see mountains. So the mountains were your first destination. Grey and tall, they cut through the blue sky. The air smelled different here. Cleaner. You blame it on the thousands of trees growing on the mountains' feet in big patches of forests. You currently find yourself in such a forest. Just five miles away from the main road and down a windy earthen path. Your bikes struggled as they took the path, but you all managed perfectly. The detour was so worth it. It was at the end of the path when you found yourselves next to a small, inhabited lake. It wasn’t even really a lake, more like a very clean and beautiful pond. The water was truly so clean that one could see the ground of the pond.

You also went skinny dipping, whining about the water temperature but giggling like little kids. Taehyung took a few pictures while it happened. You were all very naked in said pictures, finding yourselves in the most peculiar of poses. They weren’t sexual per say, but one could clearly sense that those photographs showed three people sharing a deep connection. You promised each other to never show anyone said pictures and to always keep them a secret between the three of you.

Those pictures happened two hours ago. Your hair has already dried by now and your bellies are filled with the warm vegetable stew Taehyung prepared. It was so delicious that each of you ate two servings. Said stew is empty by now, just as is the can of warm chamomile tea you shared.

The fire was cackling calmingly, illuminating your features and your close surroundings. Around twenty feet from where Jungkook built the fire, your bikes were standing. Taehyung's back is facing them. They cracked and croaked for the first hour as they cooled down in the air, but stopped doing so. Now they are standing silently and only the mixture of the moonlight and the fire lets your eyes know where they were.

Right behind your back, there was a tent. Dark green. Just big enough to house three people and your bags. Taehyung carried it in one bag and built it with the help of you and later Jungkook (who ended up being sent away to gather firewood because he wouldn’t stop nagging). So in the end, you and Taehyung managed to build your house for tonight, high fiving each other in victory.

Behind Jungkook's back the pond is sparkling in the moonlight. It looks calming. Sounds calming too. Tranquility. It surrounds you and soaks your bodies. The forest whispers to you in its inhabitants, but it doesn’t sound scary. Almost as if the little birds and crickets and small animals were here to greet you. The pond also speaks to you, allowing the frogs and insects to say what they wanted to say.

"Did you guys know that frogs scream because they wanna fuck?" it is Taehyung who breaks the comfortable silence, making both you and Jungkook break into quiet cackles.

"No hyung, I didn’t know that", Jungkook chuckles.

"Yeah, it’s true. They scream about how much they wanna mate. So in a sense we're currently listening to frogs screaming about how hard their cocks are or how wet their pussies are."

"Please Taehyung I am begging you, never say this again", you murmur.

"Aren't frogs like asexual?" Jungkook asks, "I read once that they don’t even fuck."

"Course they do. The guy climbs on top of the girl’s back and then when she lays her eggs he fertilises it, but it happens like outside their bodies", Taehyung answers him.

"Aah now I remember, that’s right", Jungkook says and settles back into his resting position. On his back and with his bundled up sleeping bag as his makeshift pillow.

"You guys didn’t just actually have a conversation about frog sex did you?" you say.

"Yeah we did", Taehyung says nonchalantly, returning to his task of taking pictures.

You smile fondly, "well then I don’t wanna stop you guys, but I'm still gonna peace out for the night. A bitch is cold and that bitch is me."

"I'll join you, I’m cold too", Jungkook says, peeling himself off the ground.

"I'll join you later", Taehyung says and stands up, "I wanna take pics of the lake."

"Have fun!" you call after him, watching as he jogs down the small decline.

Then you and Jungkook get inside the tent, ready to snuggle.

It is almost twenty minutes later when the tent opens and Taehyung steps inside. He shivers comfortably at the warm air greeting him. He had gotten terribly chilly already and really appreciates the change in temperature. You and Jungkook have your backs turned to him, giggling. You are wearing matching shirts and he has his arm slung around your waist. Taehyung can't see it, but it is obvious that you and him are watching something.

"That part now, look", Jungkook says.

Taehyung listens.

"Such a good fucking boy."

The voice was Jungkook's, it sounded heavy in arousal.

"Fuck, that went in so easy", you say and giggle.

"Yeah right? It’s so hot cause it's your finger", Jungkook answers you and pecks your cheek.

You and him giggle and draw closer, all while whatever you were looking at was filling the tent with moans of Taehyung.

Taehyung feels himself grow….needy. He knows exactly what you are watching.

"Please fuck me, please."

Taehyung is begging in the recording. A pause then the phrase repeats itself again.

"Please fuck me, please."

You giggle.

"Sorry I had to rewatch it, I love this part."

"Yeah same, the next part is even hotter though", Jungkook agrees.

"Guys?"

You and Jungkook look over your shoulders. The camcorder continues playing the recording.

"Oh? Since when are you back?" you ask Taehyung.

Click.

Taehyung just took a picture of you and Jungkook then lowers his camera.

"Long enough to know what you're doing."

You giggle.

"It's literally so hot. I can’t stop watching it."

Taehyung claims the spot next to you and shimmies closer until his body is touching yours. He looks at the tiny viewfinder of the camcorder.

He knows that scene. His ass is currently struggling with taking the big anal beads. His long fingers are slathered in lube and his skin is glowing pink in the lights.

"That part", Taehyung says and groans, "I literally forgot that I was being filmed."

"You can see that. Look."

Just this moment his hole manages to take the last of the beads.

"Fucking hell hyung, you make me wanna cum", Jungkook growls and in the corner of the movie one can see his fingers wrap around his hard cock.

"Jungkook I can feel them so deep", Taehyung whimpers, reaching to the front.

"Fuck, pull them out again."

And Taehyung obeys.

Jungkook watches the scene unfold with hungry eyes. Taehyung watches with an ache between his legs. You watch with concentrated and utter obsession.

"This part now", you say, squeaking in excitement when Taehyung manages to squeeze the beads out quickly, "oh that’s my favourite. Look at all that lube and how soft your rim looks."

Jungkook chuckles, "it's so cute."

Taehyung looks at your face then at Jungkook's. You both look so calm, entertained yes, but not as completely wrecked as Taehyung feels. Is he really such a needy slut that his own sextape turns him on so much?

You and Jungkook giggle at a part in the video.

"I love that", Jungkook says, pointing at what was happening on screen.

"Yeah, so much", you agree.

"Hey guys uhm…"

Your heads turn to Taehyung.

"Yes Tae?"

"Aren't you like...affected?"

"What do you mean?" you ask him.

"Aren't you like horny?" he whispers.

You and Jungkook chuckle fondly and Taehyung feels stupid for asking. Fuck, he's really a needy slut, isn’t he?

"Of course we are", you say, "I've been casually wet for ten minutes."

"Same", Jungkook reveals his big bulge to Taehyung, "I'm hard as fuck."

“Oh I”, he lowers his eyes, “that’s hot”, he confesses in a whisper.

You and Jungkook exchange a look.

“You know what we should do?” Jungkook asks.

“What?”

“Do it again.”

“Do it again?”

“Document our sex, I mean. Hyung you take some pics of me when ___ plays with me.”

Taehyung gulps, feeling his stomach tingle in arousal.

“Oh? So I get to play with you? That’s hot”, you say, groping his thigh.

"I've been craving you ever since the morning", Jungkook whispers against your neck.

You shiver and turn your head, brushing your lips against his’.

“How much do you want it?”

“So much”, he rasps, gazing at your lips.

“Then say it.”

He smirks. You retort it, moving closer until your nose brushes against his cheek and his face is blurry in your vision.

“Please”, he whispers.

“Please what baby?”

“Please play with me, Mistress”, Jungkook begs gladly. Quite frankly, there is nothing better to him than having to beg for your touch. It’s that thrill of trying harder and harder until finally getting you there. The rush of this win leaves him feeling high on arousal.

“Kiss me first and maybe I will.”

“Mhm baby”, he purrs, kissing your lips once before breaking away and peeling himself off the mattress.

You flip to your back and sit up, watching him with sparkling eyes as he crawls back to you. He plops himself halfway on top of you, wrapping his arms around you as he finally connects his lips with you in a deep kiss. The momentum of his cute attack leaves you falling to your side. Jungkook uses the chance to roll you onto your back and climb on top of you. Knees on each side of your hips and weight resting on top of your crotch. He’s got your face between his hands, pulling you into him to the point where your upper back leaves the mattress.

“Mhhm”, you hum, hooking your arms behind his neck to pull him back down. Your back falls against the softness of your air mattress, Jungkook’s weight shifts from your crotch to your torso. Tits against tits and stomach against stomach while his elbows cage you in and his hips rock back and forth on you.

Taehyung decides to shoot the first pic of the evening. Just two people madly obsessed with each other. He likes how Jungkook’s hands come out on the picture and how your bodies are so close.

“Fuck baby”, Jungkook breaks the kiss, letting his quick breath swirl over your lips.

“Yeah”, you say, outlining his lips with your thumb. You put pressure on them and slip right in.

Jungkook moans, lowering his eyes playfully just as he begins to suck on your thumb with eagerness.

The view is worthy of a picture. Taehyung thinks it’s the hottest view. Your eye contact is intense, showing everyone without a doubt that the two of you are running on nothing but the other. This right here is the proof of your deep connection. Eye contact and lips wrapped around a thumb.

“Good boy”, you praise, “sucking my thumb so well.”

Jungkook furrows his brows, lets a whimper tickle your thumb. He opens his lips, searching for more with an eager tongue.

You give it to him happily, replacing your thumb with two of your fingers instead. Your pointer and middle finger, gliding over his tongue as Jungkook keeps his lips parted and bops his head up and down slowly.

“That’s it, baby”, you encourage him, massaging his tongue.

Click.

A new picture is taken. One of Jungkook’s stretched out tongue as it gets felt up your wet fingers.

“How does it look, Tae?” you ask him.

“So fucking sexy”, Taehyung tells you, “Jungkook’s so pretty like this.”

Jungkook moans, sliding down more.

“Yeah he is. Such a pretty good boy for me.”

“Mistress”, the word is gagged by your fingers, yet clear enough that the entire tent knows just how needy your joined praises get him.

Jungkook’s a slut for praise after all. It lets him know that he’s doing a good job and that his efforts are well appreciated. And Jungkook loves nothing more than that.

You slide your fingers out of his mouth, basking in the needy whine he lets out.

“More”, he begs, licking his lips.

“Mhm”, you say, sticking your fingers into your own mouth to lick them clean.

Jungkook gulps. Taehyung takes a picture of it.

“So good”, you say, “my good boy tastes so sweet for me.”

“Mistress”, he keens, “please”, he begs, opening his mouth for you to stuff.

You stuff him gladly, feeding him your taste while feeling up the back of his tongue. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, his body convulses in a blissed-out gag. You’ve got the right spot. You just have to press down and he shudders in a desperate gag.

“Fuck baby, that’s it”, you praise him, “you sound so pretty when you gag for me. Doesn’t he sound so pretty?”

“Yeah”, Taehyung rasps, placing his hand at the back of Jungkook’s head just to push him down more.

Another gag courses through him, his back arches just as his hips stutter on top of you. An aggressive swirl of breath tickles your face as Jungkook pants through his nose. Your fingers are covered in his spit, it is running down your palm by now.

“Mheeem”, Jungkook makes a sound, breathing speeding up.

You pull his fingers out, leaving him to trip on your hand.

“Ah”, he lets out, “mgm ah.”

“Good boy, that’s it. Go on, take some breaths for me”, you soothe him, watching in delight as he looks so perfectly fucked out already.

“Taehyung”, you call the other man’s attention.

“Yes?”

“Clean me up”, you order, presenting your slick covered hand to him.

“Yes Mistress”, Taehyung follows with an aching cock, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to his eager lips.

He cleans you up thouroughly, licking and sucking your fingers and palm until the taste of Jungkook is coating his tongue. And while Taehyung is busy cleaning your right hand, you are busy feeling up Jungkook’s pink lips.

His eyes are droopy, yet racing between yours in unbreakable obsession.

“My pretty boy”, you whisper, drawing Jungkook closer to you.

“Mistress, want you so bad”, he pleads.

“Yeah?”

He nods his head, whimpering.

“Want to undress for me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jungkook follows like the good boy he is. He takes off his shirt first, having to climb off your lap for his pants. He lies down on his back for them, pulling them off while his legs are lifted.

You pull your hand away from Taehyung, despite the needy whine it forces from his lips. He looks at you with sad eyes, needing you so much longer. Your fingers tasted so good, he is so hungry for them.

“Take a picture Tae”, you order him, rolling onto your side to touch Jungkook’s naked body.

Jungkook drops his legs, spreading them messily. He gasps as you cup his balls with confidence in your touch, moving his hips up in a sensual roll. The touch feels like fireworks on his skin.

“Of, of what?” Taehyung stutters.

“Just what you like seeing”, you say, “just look at him, he’s so pretty all naked for us.”

Jungkook sighs your name, looking at you with a fluttering heart. He feels electric being studied so thoroughly.

Click.

Taehyung wastes no time. He is taking a picture of Jungkook’s semi hard cock and the hand you have around his balls.

You chuckle, meeting his gaze.

“You’re so horny”, you tease him.

“His cock’s so nice”, Taehyung defends himself in a whisper, “I can’t help it.”

"Yeah, it's so pretty", you agree, running your palm up and down slowly, "look at him twitch."

"That's hot, do it again", Taehyung says, readying his camera for the perfect moment where your touch makes Jungkook’s cock throb.

Jungkook feels so dizzy. He is being inspected so thoroughly. You talk about him as if he wasn’t even present. It’s so humiliating to be reduced to his cock. It turns him on so much that he is and that only one finger on his cockhead brings him to the point of an aggressive twitch.

"Adorable. My pretty boy is so reactive", you coo, grabbing his chin without warning to turn his head.

Jungkook mewls, looking up at you with fluttering lids.

"Are you my pretty boy, mhm?" you ask him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

"Yeah", Jungkook croaks. He can hear the click of Taehyung’s camera, knowing that this moment will be on film forever. His submission and your strong grip. Jungkook is aching at the thought that one day he will be able to look at the current moment again.

"Yeah, you are", you praise, finally running your hand up and down his length to help him grow into his last inches.

Jungkook whimpers, tilting his head back only to get forced back into position by your fingers holding his cheeks.

"Don't you dare look away. I want your eyes on me", you order, twisting your hand around his tip with such precision that Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open.

Click.

Taehyung is capturing everything. Jungkook’s throbbing, hard cock. Your punishing hand around it. His thick, muscular thighs tensing and how prominent his lower abs look.

"So sexy", he whispers, reaching out to grab a big portion of Jungkook’s inner thigh.

"Tae", Jungkook moans, eyes going out of focus and legs parting.

You sneak a quick glance down, watching in delight how Taehyung massages Jungkook’s inner thighs in his big hands.

"Do you like that Kook, mhm? Do you like knowing that we both can’t get enough of touching you?"

"Yeah", he whispers, tilting his head back again as a breathy moan shakes his body. His eyes fall closed, his lips part afterwards.

"Tae, pic", you order and the dark haired man follows instantly, taking a picture of Jungkook’s blissed out features.

"Doesn’t he look so good like this?" you ask him.

"So good", Taehyung rasps, placing his hand on Jungkook’s tensing stomach. He runs his hand down to his cock, joining you seconds later.

Now you are jerking off Jungkook’s lower parts while Taehyung makes sure his tip stays sensitive.

Jungkook’s thighs tremble in answer, he throws his hand over his mouth to muffle his loud sounds.

"Ohfuckholyfuck", he gets out, squeezing his eyes closed, "mhngmhmgn", he whimpers, panting through his nose.

You and Taehyung exchange a look. It turns you on so much to share Jungkook’s cock like that. To both have control over how much he shakes. To work together on bringing him close to insanity.

Taehyung falls into the temptation first, stealing a sloppy kiss from you. Licks with his wet tongue then a harsh suck on your lower lip. He tastes like marshmallows and chocolate. Feels like fire. Sounds like heaven.

The kiss breaks with too much spit still stuck to your lips.

"Fuck ___", Taehyung presses out, panting heavily.

"This is driving me insane", you rasp, staring into his half-lidded eyes, "jerking off cock is so hot like this."

"Yeah, so hot. We could make it hotter."

"What you thinking?"

"Take over for me."

You do, letting Taehyung do what he plans on doing. You use two hands to make up for the otherwise lost sensation, staring at Jungkook’s face obsessively. He looks so far gone that you are pretty sure that he didn’t even notice when you and Taehyung kissed.

The latter is currently busy setting up his camcorder, using his bag as a makeshift tripod. He presses record, flipping the screen so you would be able to see yourselves.

"Is it recording?" you ask him.

"Yeah, it's recording" Taehyung says, crawling back to you.

Jungkook looks right into the camera, "fuck", he presses out, rolling his head to the side, "that’s so hot."

"Yeah it's so hot. Now we'll always have proof of how easy it is to get you hard", you say tauntingly, dropping Jungkook's hard cock against his stomach. It slaps against him, makes a heavy sound as it does.

"Ah", Jungkook flinches in reaction, looking up at you with droopy eyes.

"So hard", you say, gripping his cock only to drop it again, "and heavy", yet again you pick it up and drop it, pressing your palm into him once it rests right against his toned abs.

You rub your hand up and down slowly, using the pressure to really stimulate his sensitive spots.

Jungkook reacts accordingly, reaching for you by twisting the front of your shirt and parting his lips in a shocked gasp.

"Yeah that’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it?"

"Yea", Jungkook gets out, having to gulp afterwards. There is so much friction on his cock. Your hand is pressing it right against his stomach and your movements make it rub right between your palm and his skin. Jungkook presses his thighs together before rolling his hips up.

He loves and hates that this needy movement makes you smirk. You look so cocky and powerful right now. Jungkook wants to fucking devote his entire life to you because of it.

"You look so cute", you are mocking him, "kinda wanna smother your cute face."

"Holy fuck", he presses out, widening his eyes.

"What?" you chuckle, "don’t look at me like that."

"Smother me", he rasps, gasping when you press your palm into his balls almost painfully, "please", he croaks.

"Better", you let go of his balls to wrap your skilled fingers around his cock instead, "you know I hate nothing more than impolite boys. Am I right, Taehyung?"

Taehyung, who was busy fucking into his own fist, lifts his head.

"W-what?" he stutters, giving you big puppy eyes.

"You never asked me if you could get naked or touch your cock, did you?"

Taehyung gulps, stopping his movements immediately.

"Sorry", he whispers.

"Safe the sorries, I want actions", you spit, lowering your eyes at him dangerously.

"O-okay?"

The smirk curling at your lips makes both your sweet boys gulp in fearful arousal.

"Show the camera how good you are in punishing yourself and spank your cock for me", you order.

Taehyung presses out a breathy curse, wrapping his shaky fingers around the base of his cock to keep it upright. He lifts his hand only to stop when you speak again.

"Five times. Count. Out loud and clearly."

"You're so hot", Jungkook murmurs, gazing up at you with sparkling eyes.

Taehyung lowers his head, staring at his own cock. He has to press his thighs together in preparation of what he has to do.

"One", he rasps, landing a hard slap on his own cock. It burns, forcing him to jerk up in surprise, "fuck."

"Perfect. Next one."

Taehyung lifts his hand, squeezing the base of his cock.

"Two", he croaks, spanking himself oh so hard and precise. He wants to fucking cry out in reaction but doesn’t, grinding his teeth instead, "three."

He doesn’t wait for the pulsating to stop before he lands the third strike, regretting it instantly. It feels so fucking good that he can feel how his thick vein throbs and he can watch droplets of precum spill from his tip.

"So messy", you notice too, playing with Jungkook’s precum in reaction. Your husband whimpers oh so sweetly, twisting more of your shirt. You are so distracted by Taehyung’s cock that somehow your hand feels even better around his own cock. Messy and oh so strong in its grasp. Every touch feels like fire on Jungkook’s throbbing cock.

"Four", Taehyung actually moans when he lands the second to last spank on his cock, wrapping his fingers around himself just to squeeze his tip. It was an instinctive reaction, one out of pure and dumb need.

"Keep those fingers away", you warn in a growl, punishing poor Jungkook with a harsh tug, the kind which makes his thighs twitch instinctively.

"Sorry", Taehyung apologizes, suffering none of the consequences and watching Jungkook writhe in his state. With burning eyes, he lifts his hand before striking his cock with it harshly.

"Five", he whimpers, gawking at just how well you seem to milk Jungkook. Poor bastard, he thinks, he gets to be punished even if he did nothing wrong. Maybe he is lucky however, Taehyung would love to swap places right now.

"And another one for being a disrespectful brat", you order, sneaking a glance at a whimpering Jungkook.

His eyes are squeezed shut, his lower lip is between his teeth. He is panting through his nose, squeaking in desperation. Oh dear, you think, you completely forgot that you were jerking him off.

You slow down your movements in sync with Taehyung spanking his reddened cock for the sixth time. Jungkook releases a shaky breath, writhing in relief.

"Six", Taehyung chockes out, digging his nails into his own thigh afterwards. The long fingers around his base squeeze so harshly that parts of his cock actually turn white from the pressure. You know that he got close, that the last spank almost pushed him over the edge.

"Good boy. You did well", you praise, "now take a picture for me. I want your cock on film."

"Yes Mistress", Taehyung rasps, scurrying to get his camera. He works clumsily before he finally manages to hold his camera safely. In his other hand he holds his big cock. It’s truly impressive just how good it looks in his hand, both oh so huge and veiny.

Click.

The photograph will make Taehyung blush when he develops it later. His cock looks so swollen and hard that it’s embarassing.

"Good boy. Now touch your cock, you’re allowed to."

"Thank you Mistress, fuck", Taehyung moans, jerkint himself off instantly and with such desperation. He is fast, sloppy, aggressive.

"No cumming though, just saying", you murmur mindlessly as you already turn your attention back to Jungkook.

Taehyung mewls, forcing his hand to slow down. It hurts. He was so ready to make himself cum and now he can’t. He drops his head and whimpers softly, running his left hand up his own torso just so he can hug himself in support. He needs it so bad.

"Now what's wrong with you, sweetie?" you speak softly, caressing Jungkook’s sweaty forehead.

Jungkook sobs quietly as an answer, lifting his heavy head to look at you.

"Do you need a break, love?"

He shakes his head, whimpering just for you, "so close", he gets out.

"Close? Yeah?"

"Yeah", he breathes.

"You know what that means, don’t you?"

He shakes his head, tries to tug you closer to him so he can bury his face between your thighs. He just wants you close. Please.

"You don’t", you say, clicking your tongue, "doesn’t matter. It means, that I have to make you take a break if you want to or not", you say, letting go of his cock.

"No, don’t please", Jungkook begs, tensing in desperation, "pleaseee."

"I'm sorry, I don’t like doing it either."

"Yeah you do, you demon", Jungkook keens, squirming for something to stimulate his cock again.

You chuckle, "you're so right", you grab him by his cheeks roughly, inching closer until your lips were tickling his', "I goddamn love making you squirm for me", you rasp, sending a shiver through Jungkook’s entire body.

He feels drowsy and dizzy, hooking his fingers behind your neck to pull you closer.

"Sit on my fucking face, I’m begging you", he pleads, moaning when this makes you smirk against his lips.

"I thought you'd never ask", you rasp, straightening up so you can undress.

Taehyung stops his movements in surprise, giving you a needy moan. He snatches his camera, snapping a picture of the moment you pull your shirt over your head, exposing your tits in the process. Your pants are taken care off quickly. You were planning to only sleep in panties after all.

Taehyung takes a picture of you now that you are naked, inching closer.

"Nuh-uh", you stop him, "wait your turn."

"Fuck, why?" Taehyung whines, pouting.

You give him a playful smile, "it'll be worth it. Promise."

He huffs out air, sitting back down on his heels.

"Good boy", you praise and then turn to pay all your attention to Jungkook. The latter is mesmerised by your body, gazing at you with blown-out pupils.

"You're so sexy", he whispers.

"I know", you tease, placing your hands on his stomach, "now stay still."

Jungkook welcomes you on top of him gladly, moaning when you choose to sit down differently than he thought you would. He thought you would sit down facing the tent, but instead you sat down so you were facing Taehyung and more importantly, his own cock.

Jungkook almost faints in excitement as he knows exactly what that means. You will give him attention too.

You wiggle your hips above him, giving him a perfect show of your pussy.

"You're so wet", he croaks, feeling hyptnotised by your glistening lips.

"Just for you", you say, lowering yourself just enough to tease him with the idea of oral.

Jungkook mewls, chasing you with his tongue sticking out. He wraps his arms around your thighs, giving them a harsh squeeze. But he doesn’t use his strength. Not yet, not until you give him permission.

"Beg me", you say, looking at him over your shoulder.

He can barely look at you in the position and yet he does.

"Please may I eat your pussy?"

"No, no. Wrong words", you say lifting your hips.

"Can you sit on me?" he blurts out, "please Mistress, wanna be your throne."

You smirk, "that’s the right thing to say. Yes, I can."

You lower yourself, meeting Jungkook in the middle, who pulls you on top of his face and most importantly tongue.

You moan, Jungkook growls. His eyes roll back before falling closed.

"Thank you", his words are mumbled into your pussy with trembling lips and an eager tongue.

"Yes baby", you lull, throwing your head back as Jungkook runs his tongue through your folds. It is wet and hot. He uses nothing more than the tip of it, tensing it in order to really tickle you. And he does. Fuck, he makes you shiver.

His tattooed arms are around your thighs, his big hands are on your ass. Oh so strong, he kneads the flesh, veins bulging and contorting his tattoos into different shapes.

Jungkook tilts your hips, using his hands to part your ass for him.

"Fuck", you whisper, pressing out another curse when he flicks his tongue over your rim. Once. Twice. Thrice.

Jungkook breaks away, moaning deliciously.

"Tastes so good", he lulls, burying his tongue back between your glistening folds. He changes between your pussy and rim, licking eagerly and making your knees wobble from pleasure.

"You're insane Kook, fucking crazy", you croak, falling to your elbows in an attempt to reach his cock, "keep going baby, keep going."

Your lips wrap themselves around his girth naturally, your fingers follow.

Jungkook falters, tensing his thighs in sync with a suck by you. His fingers dig deeper into your ass. His lips once wrapped around your clit, part in a blissful moan.

"Careful please", he begs, abs convulsing under you, “sensitive, c-careful please.”

You just shake your head and sink down further, swallowing around his plump tip.

"Sensitive", Jungkook has to whimper, dimpling the air mattress by throwing his head back. Your pussy lies completely forgotten for now, the warmth of your wet mouth is keeping him captive. His sloppiness earns him a punishment instantly.

You slip off his cock, despite the fact that he is moaning so sweetly for you. He twitches, writhing in despair.

"Please back", he pleads, keening heartbreakingly devastating when you lift your head even more.

"You think I’ll suck your dick for free? You forgot about my pussy."

Jungkook sobs softly, squeezing your ass, "you're so mean. Oh god, just wanna have you."

His begging leaves you cold, perhaps even angry. Such a bratty boy, demanding things he has no right to. You look at Taehyung and the swollen cock between his long fingers

"Come here, puppy", you order to which Taehyung obeys with an eager nod of his head.

He scrambles to get to you, placing himself right in front of you on top of Jungkook’s shins.

"Hands behind your back."

He obeys, holding his hands behind his back whilst looking down at you with big puppy eyes.

"Good boy", you praise, gripping his hips to tug him closer. Once again, it happens naturally that your lips wrap themselves around his big cock, forcing his eyes to widen in surprise. Closer you tug him, gliding his cock down your throat. His frenulum piercing grinds against your tongue, rubbing right against his sensitive spot as well.

"O-oh", Taehyung releases, squeezing his own hands whilst swaying dangerously with a dizzy head. His knees are weak, his thighs are trembling. You are sucking his cock. He expected everything except having your mouth around him, "oh god, Mistress", he keens, head rolling to the side sensually. Eyes closed, lips parted, dark locks hanging into his face and back arched as he tries not to reach to the front. Taehyung is giving the camera the perfect view of how good you get him.

Jungkook, who not only has to watch Taehyung’s features glow up in bliss, but who also has to listen to you gagging and moaning around his cock, becomes jealous. He needs it too, he wants it, craves it, deserves it.

He tightens the grip around your hips and pushes you down on his tongue. He works diligently, obsessively even, frenching your pussy with such eagerness that you feel yourself going cross-eyed for a good second.

"Kook", Taehyung’s cock slips out of your mouth with a moan of your husband's name, "good boy, that’s what I wanted from you."

You take him back inside, finally giving him what he wanted. Jungkook thanks you with a guttural moan and his pouty lips wrapping around your clit. He sucks harshly, licks quickly, kisses devotedly. While you moan and gag around his veiny cock.

Taehyung is still getting a mighty good treatment however. Your hand is wrapped around his big cock, jerking him off quickly. You linger on his piercing each time you meet it, playing with it until Taehyung lets out a whimper and fucks your hand in a needy thrust.

He is staring at you, watching you suck Jungkook’s cock to the point that your cheeks fall in and drool all over his balls and pubes. Every now and then he lets his eyes flit to your hand around his cock, but that always gets too much instantly and ends with him squirming and then looking somewhere else as distraction.

“Fucking delicious”, you rasp, taking Taehyung back inside for a change while you jerk off Jungkook.

Taehyung whimpers, furrowing his brows. Yup, your mouth is better than your hand. Wet and warm and tongue oh so soft. You let his pierced tip hit the back of your throat, swallowing around him to really get his taste. Then you slip off, giving him a sweet, almost taunting smile.

“Just as delicious”, you tell him, scrambling his little brain.

You take Jungkook back inside, wrapping your skilled hand around Taehyung’s sensitive cock. You begin bopping your head up and down quickly in sync with the movements of your hand. Taehyung lets out a loud moan, arching his back while his knees are wobbling.

Jungkook merely presses you closer, smothering himself with your pussy. If he didn’t press you closer, he would probably forget all about you. It feels just way too good. Oh, pleasing you gets so, so hard. He whimpers, forcing his tongue to keep moving. He needs to please you, thank you for treating him so well. Concentrate Jungkook, he thinks, make her feel so good, you can do it. He whimpers as you bring him close, stomach tensing in.

Switching back to Taehyung, you release him of his agony for a while. Your hand runs over his throbbing cock, picking up the beads of precum to ease the slip.

Taehyung slacks, head dropping to the front and hands slipping out of their position. He keens with gritted teeth, fingers gripping a bundle of your hair. He was aware that it would earn him a punishment and yet he still did it.

“Tae”, you warn sternly, giving him a dark look.

Taehyung pouts, “please”, he begs, but you shake your head, abandoning his cock all together to pay full attention to Jungkook.

Hands playing with his balls and mouth fucking his cock stupid. Jungkook is writhing underneath you, thighs restless and mouth becoming way too sloppy in its movements.

“Mistress please”, he breaks away, wheezing for air, “please slow, p-please.”

“Please back”, Taehyung joins the choir of begs, “please Mistress, I’ll be good”, he says, nudging you with his swollen cock.

“Please slow.” “Please back.”

Their begs are filling your ears, making you feel fucking invincible. You slip off of Jungkook with a chuckle, sitting down on his chest whilst propping your hands on his thighs. Their cocks are right there, in front of you and both oh so wet from edging.

“You two are so impatient”, you say, gripping both their cocks to jerk them off slowly.

They sigh for you, bodies writhing in bliss and cocks producing more slippery goodness. Your two men, both at your mercy and so needy for your touch. That is exactly how you like them. Needy and complacent.

“I can’t keep switching between you two just because you’re both too needy to wait your turn. Hear me Tae?”

“Yeah”, he sighs, fucking into your hand, “don’t stop.”

You chuckle, “you didn’t hear a thing I said.”

You shake your head, then sneak a glance at Jungkook over your shoulder. His eyes are closed, his glistening lips parted in pleasure.

“And I can’t go easy on you, just because you’re too much of a sensitive slut, Jungkook”, you say, watching in delight as this makes him furrow his brows and then whimper softly.

You chuckle, flitting your gaze back to their cocks.

“Every tried frotting, mhm?” you ask them.

“No”, Taehyung can barely answer you.

“Want me to change that, mhm?”

He nods his head, bucking his hips into you.

"No, stop. I really want to keep the raw sex between me and you", Jungkook stops the scene.

You look over your shoulder. He is looking at you with serious eyes.

"Of course, that’s what I want to", you say, dropping Taehyung’s cock, "is that okay for you, Tae?"

"Of course, I almost forgot. Sorry Kook, I’ll put a condom on."

And with that he crawls off of Jungkook’s lap to fetch a condom from his bag. He has to lift the camera to get it.

"Give that to me", Jungkook says and so it happens that Taehyung hands him the camcorder.

You turn on Jungkook’s torso, sitting down on his lower stomach for now and running your hands up and down his chest.

Jungkook turns the little screen before guiding the viewfinder to his eyes. He has the camera pointed right at you, filming your face.

"Hey there", you say.

"You're so beautiful", he says, running his hand up and down your stomach, "my beautiful", he whispers, making you smile all so brightly.

Jungkook films it instantly, even going so far as to zoom in on your face.

"Are you zooming in?" you say in a chuckle.

"Yeah, just wanna show everyone how beautiful your smile is", he says, making it grow.

"God Kookie, you’re so cheesy."

"Yeah", he says, capturing the way he cups your cheek for all eternity. Tender and with so much care, "that’s my wife, everyone", he tells the camera, caressing your cheek before he dances his hand down to your neck. Further down to your collarbones and shoulder.

"My fucking beautiful wife", he whispers, "my goddamn life", he adds just as he places his hand on your breast right where your heart is racing and his wedding ring can be oh so close to it, "she's my everything, you know? My ___."

He cups your breast, doing so tenderly. He films it as he does, giving the camera the prettiest view of your chest.

"I love her so much", he continues, dancing his hand down your ribs.

"I love you too, my Kookie", you say, feeling oh so close to tears because of how sweet he is, "I married the best man ever."

Jungkook smiles behind the camera, running his hand down to your lower stomach. He films it, capturing it. He wants it to stay forever. This otherwise fleeting moment burned into a forever memory he can always return to whenever he wants to. And he will. So many times until he knows every second of this tape by memory.

"I can't believe you're mine", he says, drawing a little heart right next to your navel, "all mine."

"All yours", you tell him, moving your hips back and forth on his stomach. The friction feels so nice and warm on your middle. Paired with his touch and loving words and you feel like floating.

He places his hand on your hip, switching the camera right to it to film what you are doing.

"Do you get it? Do you get how wet you’re making me?" you ask him.

"Yeah", Jungkook croaks, grasping the camcorder, "feels so good on my stomach."

"Yeah? Your stomach feels fucking amazing", you say, moaning not only for Jungkook but also the camera.

"Baby, please", he pleads.

"Please what?"

"Just…don’t know. Oh god, I wanna cum."

You chuckle, snatching the camera from him now that he is busy whining. You film him, using the little screen as your guidance.

"You're so needy", you say, cupping his cheek, "look at you though. You look so handsome."

Jungkook can’t look at the camera, not when he flusters so much. He isn’t a guy who easily flusters, but right now he does. Because right now you film him through your eyes. You capture him how you see him and he doesn’t want to mess up right now.

"What the hell, don’t tell me that now", he mumbles.

You giggle, squishing his cheeks, "cute. You're my cutie. God, look at his lips", you are talking to your camera, "so puffy and pink. I'm so goddamn obsessed with them", you rasp, dragging your thumb over them.

Jungkook parts them just enough that you can push your thumb into him. The camera captures it in perfect quality, filming how Jungkook’s lips move around your thumb as you finger his mouth slowly.

"Such a good boy", you praise, zooming out so the rest of his face was visible, "give me those eyes, sweetie. Yes exactly those ones. Oh, I wanna ruin you."

You press down on his tongue, basking in the delight of making him gag and forcing his pretty eyes to widen. You slip free, pressing your spit slickened thumb against his lips in a way that would make them get oh so puffy. You rub rough patterns into him, capturing just how cutely his lips move under your touch.

"My favourite", you whisper, showing it to the camera, "his lips are my favourite. I could kiss them until they’re numb."

Jungkook mewls, looking oh so devastated. He wants to be kissed. He needs it so bad.

Luckily for him, you seem to desire the same, leaning down to kiss him deeply. The camera just kind of lays there for now, filming a random corner of the tent. That quickly changes however, when Taehyung, now wrapped up and so horny, fetches it to focus it on you and Jungkook making out.

He touches himself to the image, filling the audio with his soft sighs and your desperate moans. Taehyung thinks that he has never seen two people who hold each other with such desperation as you and Jungkook do. He finds it quite hilarious because it looks as if you both were scared to lose the other person. Even after years of living together and knowing very well that you won’t lose each other, you still look oh so desperate to never let go.

Taehyung captures how Jungkook’s fingers dig into your back and he captures how you bury your own in his hair. He films how seconds later Jungkook grasps your hips and presses them down against his stomach and how you twist his hair in reaction. He also captures how Jungkook throbs and how much wetter you seem to get because of the kisses.

You pull back when air is sparse and you quite literally have to gasp for it. Taehyung captures how a string of drool still connects your lips before it breaks.

"I want you", you rasp, fucking Jungkook with just your eyes.

"Want you so bad", Jungkook answers you, gripping your butt with his tattooed hands.

"Do it. I'll film it", Taehyung says, earning himself a sneaky look from both you and Jungkook.

"Are you okay with that?" Jungkook makes sure.

"Totally, you guys are so hot. It'll come out great."

You and Jungkook look at each other.

"Just act natural, I'll make sure the movie's nice."

Jungkook runs his hands to your hips, "wanna do it like that?"

"Wanna ride you until you’re shaking, babyboy", you rasp, outlining his lips.

"Damn", he says, gulping.

You smirk, grabbing his chin between two of your fingers.

"Think you can handle that?"

"Yeah, please."

"Please what, babyboy?"

"Please ride me until I'm shaking", he rasps.

You lift your hips, hovering them above his hard cock. You grab him by his base, running his sensitive tip through your soaked folds. Oh so swollen and puffy they hug his cockhead. Taehyung films it, thinking to himself that this view is to die for.

You sink down just enough that his tip breaches you. Jungkook moans loudly, as does Taehyung at the view of your wet pussy swallowing Jungkook oh so easily.

"There we go, you fill me up so well", you praise, "hold my hands, baby."

Jungkook reaches for your hands instantly, propping himself up on his elbows so he can support you as you sink down more and be closer to you in the process.

He had his head lifted once upon a time to watch himself disappear inside you, but has to throw it back with rolling back eyes the moment he bottoms out.

"Fuck", he spits, squeezing your hands in sync with his back arching into you.

"Yeah. Fuck", you agree, "my pussy's so stuffed", you say, showing him by tensing around him. You begin your dance this way. Clenching around him while your hands have a tight hold on him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck", Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, lifting his head only to throw it back again, "fucking fuck."

"Is it good? Like how I fuck you?"

"Love it", he says and groans, "Mistress yes."

"Good boy", you moan, "having such a good cock for me. My perfect toy."

"I'm your toy", he croaks, swelling inside of you in pride.

"That's hot", Taehyung murmurs, doing everything in his power to keep the camera steady. He focuses it right on your middle, capturing how good you fuck Jungkook. How his cock is so hard and throbbing and how your pussy is dripping white cream all over his balls and pubes. How your swollen lips rub against him and how his cock seems to shape you to fit perfectly around him. Taehyung loves that especially. That view of how your pussy looks as Jungkook’s cock slips in and out of it rhythmically.

He can basically feel that sensation, gripping the camcorder tighter because if he didn’t, he would have dropped it and fucked into his own hands instead.

"Hold my hands Kook, hold them so well", you whisper, closing the distance between your faces, "look at me"

Jungkook does, pressing his thighs together upon being so close to you. His eyes are bigger than they normally are, racing between yours obsessively.

"Keep your eyes on mine", you rasp, "keep them right here."

"Baby", Jungkook keens.

"Say my right name."

"Mistress", he barely gets the word out, struggling to keep his eyes open. You fuck him so good. The way your pussy feels around him. Seriously, it’s been years since you and him decided to go raw and yet he still hasn’t gotten used to how good it feels. It will always leave him gasping for air from how wet and warm and goddamn soft your pussy feels.

"That's better. You should try to be polite, it’s what's best for boys like you", you say, doing your signature swirl. You have perfected it over the years, using it regularly to drive Jungkook insane with it while making your own body feel on fire. Truly, you won’t ever grow tired for how good his cock feels inside you. How you can feel every vein and ridge grind against you and how he seems to be curved just perfectly to hit your favourite spots. And he does, oh fucking does. Riding your husband is your ecstasy.

Jungkook moans your name, eyelids fluttering.

"Stay with me, Kook."

Jungkook forces his eyes open, biting his lower lips instead.

"That's better. Wanna look into your eyes. You have such pretty eyes, babyboy."

Jungkook furrows his brows, gurgling out a needy sound.

"Please", follows after the sound, "please, fuck."

"What do you want?"

"Just…don’t stop", he sighs, rolling his head back in sync with his eyes closing

"Are you still with me, Kook?"

"Yeah…" he lulls, showing you a drugged up smile afterwards. His eyes stay closed however, racing behind his lids.

"Then open your eyes."

Jungkook tries, he really tries, but has to accept defeat in the end.

"___, Mistress", he laughs breathily, "fuck I can’t. Feels too good."

His words motivate you like nothing else. You squeeze his hands tighter, using the new leverage to pull your hips up before dropping down again. You do so repeatedly, fucking yourself stupid on his perfect cock.

"Hold me, hold me so good. Don’t let go", you chant.

"I won’t", Jungkook croaks, falling to his back. He keeps holding you, moaning loudly each time you drop down on him.

Taehyung thinks the view is marvelous. Creamy pussy around hard cock. Juices everywhere and wet sounds filling the audio. Your ass jiggling as it lands on Jungkook’s thick thighs, forcing them to shake just as much.

"So hot, it’s so goddamn hot", he groans, feeling mesmerised. He won’t forget this evening for a long time. That much is sure.

He decides to film your faces for a change. Jungkook as he lies there completely blissed out with furrowed brows and his parted lips oh so swollen. And you, pinning him down with a dark look. One you change to Taehyung as you feel him beside you.

The smirk you give the camera makes his knees wobble. You’re so obviously aware of how good you look fucking. You retort your eyes back to Jungkook, gripping him by his chin.

"Open your eyes, toy", you order darkly and Jungkook can’t help but obey.

He notices the camera on him instantly, feeling his sanity slip. He can’t believe that this is getting captured. That there will always be proof of how completely fucked you got him.

"Now look into the camera and tell everyone who fucks you that well."

"Mistress", he croaks, "Mistress fucks me that well. Oh god, ah", Jungkook gets out, struggling afterwards. With everything. Keeping his eyes open, not shaking, keeping quiet. Jungkook is struggling oh so much.

"That's not enough. Say my fucking name."

Jungkook furrows his brows in desperation, eyes filling with tears.

"Say it."

"___", he croaks, lips beginning to tremble, "___ fucks me that well."

"Good boy", you say rewarding him by forcing his jaw apart to stuff his mouth with your fingers.

Jungkook mewls, arching his back. The grip around your hand has faltered ever since you grabbed his chin, now completely breaking apart as he grips your hips in pure desperation. He digs his fingers into your flesh with such strength that you can feel the marks forming deep under your skin. They will feel so tender in the days to come, but it’s worth it. It’s so worth it. Because those sensitive spots mean you've fucked Jungkook just as he deserves to be fucked.

You thrust your fingers in and out of his mouth in sync with the movements of your hips. Jungkook gags and gurgles, moans vibrating against your fingers and chin covered in his drool. His cock is hard, throbbing inside of you aggressively. His thighs are trembling, barely managing to keep pressing together. His stomach so tense that his muscles ache.

"You're getting fucked so good", you taunt, smirking darkly, "all of your little holes. Fucked so well by me."

"Oh my god", Taehyung whispers, earning himself a look from you.

"That's right", you say, "I'm your fucking god."

Jungkook mewls, writhing underneath you. Taehyung almost drops the camera, moaning when you grip his chin and tug him close. Your fingers stay inside Jungkook’s mouth, your hips begin drawing circles for now.

"You haven’t forgotten that, have you? Pretty boy", you rasp, running your thumb over his lips.

"No", Taehyung croaks.

"Then show me and fucking say my name."

"My goddess ___", Taehyung moans, chasing your lips with shaky knees. Truth be told, he is currently filming the mattress. You are just way too hot to concentrate on anything other than you.

"Perfect", you smile, slipping your fingers out of Jungkook’s mouth.

"Goddess ___", he croaks, earning your attention again all to Taehyung's demise who craves your kiss.

"You perfect boy", you praise, grabbing a bundle of his bangs just to tug them back.

"Fuck ___", Taehyung is begging, placing his hand on your lower stomach.

You speed your hips up again, placing your hand on Jungkook’s chest.

"See that? Pretend I'm not even here he told us and now look at him begging", you tell Jungkook, who quite frankly takes in nothing you say. He is too far gone in his heaven. You fuck so fucking good.

"I'm sorry, I can’t anymore. Please", Taehyung tries.

"And what should I do about that? Can’t you see I'm busy fucking Kook?"

"Touch me please."

"Touch yourself."

Taehyung tries, mewling painfully. He trembles, dropping his hard cock to grip your arm instead.

"Please my goddess, it’s not enough."

"Fix the camera first and maybe then we can talk."

Taehyung works quickly, placing the camera back on his bag and giving view to his naked ass seconds later when he crawls back to you and Jungkook.

"Good boy. Now I wanna change positions."

Jungkook peels his eyes open, "what you wanna do?" he asks breathily.

"I wanna lie on you as Taehyung slips inside too."

"Huh?" "What?"

The two men blurt out at the same time.

"Obviously, I’m not gonna miss out on getting DPed", you say nonchalantly.

"Holy fuck ___", Taehyung says, lips parting in shock.

"What he said", Jungkook says.

"Is that a yes from both?"

Taehyung nods his head vigorously.

"I'm so down. What the fuck?" Jungkook agrees.

And so it happens that he helps you climb off his lap and then rest yourself on top of him with your back against his chest and your feet on each side of his thighs. Taehyung crawls on top of Jungkook’s lap watching with blown out pupils as he let his cock disappear in your pussy.

"Fuck baby", Jungkook moans, burying his face in your neck as his arms wrap themselves around you, "so tight, fuck."

"So good", you moan, tensing up when you suddenly feel fingers on your pussy.

Taehyung, now running his long fingers up and down your pussy until landing on your clit.

"Yes", you moan, tilting your head back, "don’t stop."

Taehyung shakes his head even if you can’t see it, getting on his knees to shimmy closer.

He keeps his left hand busy with your pussy, playing with your clit, while his right hand outlines his cock with your stuffed pussy.

"Are you sure?" he checks in one last time.

"So sure. Kook?" you say.

"So sure", Jungkook agrees as well.

Taehyung starts off by rubbing his cockhead up and down the parts of Jungkook’s cock which can't fill you up. He outlines his balls as well, thinking to himself that Jungkook feels so goddamn hard and swollen. Afterwards he runs his tip through your folds, circling your clit with it. You are so soft and hot against him.

"Don't tease", you warn.

Taehyung brings his fingers back to your clit, rubbing her just how you like it. He agrees with you. No more teasing. Not when the thought of sharing your pussy with Jungkook is haunting him. He presses his tip against your entrance and pushes gently.

"Oh", you let out.

Jungkook hugs you tightly, trailing his kisses up to your ear.

"Love you", he whispers, "love you so much."

"Love you…too, fuck Taehyung just do it, don’t hold back."

“Really? It’ll stretch you a lot.”

“Really. Do it.”

Taehyung pushes again finally slipping past the biggest hurdle with the help of his finger. He stuck it into you, easing the slip inside. Now his cock is gliding right into you, tickling his finger while painting utter bliss on your features.

"Holy fuck", you press out, trembling in surprise.

Taehyung slips his finger free, finally allowing his cock to press against Jungkook’s.

"Tae", Jungkook moans, turning his head just to look at the other man. The latter seems just as surprised by the sensation as Jungkook, staring at him with widened eyes. There is so much pressure on their cocks, so much friction and warmth.

"That's insane", he croaks, moving his hips the slightest bit.

You all twitch in surprise, shaking simultaneously.

"What the hell?" you croak, saying what everyone was thinking.

"How are you doing? Too much?" Taehyung makes sure because he has the perfect view of how stuffed you are. And goddamn, are you stuffed and stretched out, pussy hugging both their cocks as if it was meant to do.

"It's fucking incredible. Holy shit, I’m so stuffed", you moan, arching your back.

“That’s so hot, holy shit”, Taehyung rasps, swirling his hips, “is that good?”

“So good”, you and Jungkook say at the same time.

“Yeah? And that?” he asks, wrapping his hands around your legs to lift them and throw them over his shoulders.

“Ah!” you scream out, kicking Taehyung’ back accidentally, "Tae!"

Jungkook wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you steady now that you are truly lying on top of him. Fuck, he loves your weight on him. It cuts off his air just enough that his head is pounding in pleasure.

“How’s that? How’s fucking that?” Taehyung chants, rolling his hips back and forth slowly and going oh so deep in the process.

“I can’t, oh god”, you croak, digging your nails into Jungkook’s lower arm, “don’t stop.”

“Shit, it’s so hot”, Taehyung growls, grinding his teeth in concentration, “so fucking hot.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook agrees, going crossed-eyed behind his closed lids. He can’t do a lot, not when he has to make sure that you don’t fall from his body. So he has to leave all the moving to Taehyung and he is doing an incredible job. Jungkook can feel every inch of Taehyung’s big cock rubbing right against his. His frenulum piercing grinds into him too, forcing bolts of electricity through his frenulum each time he reaches it. And to top it all off, your hot walls are squeezing around their dicks so much, adding pressure to the entire fuck. He can’t believe you are taking two cocks up your pussy.

Jungkook lets his left hand slide down to your lower stomach, feeling for their cocks. He finds them instantly.

“Shit, your belly’s bulging”, he rasps against your ear, “Mistress, your pussy’s so stuffed. I can feel how we move inside you.”

You whimper, reaching behind yourself to twist his hair.

“Is it nice for you?” he asks.

“Ye”, you get out, tensing your toes. You can’t talk right now. You are completely dumb. Nothing but a hole getting fucked. This is insane. You thought that having Jungkook finger you while he fucks you, would prepare you for having two actual dicks up your pussy, but you were wrong. This is a million times more intense, stilling an insatiable hunger inside of you, you didn’t even know you possessed.

“You look so sexy like this”, Taehyung says, gawking at your face obsessively. He is holding your legs safely, fingers leaving nail marks on your skin. He is convinced that he never saw your face contorted so much. You look high, perhaps even completely gone already, “am I doing good, my goddess? Do you like the tempo?”

“Love…it”, you get out, letting your hand slip to your clit. You roll quick circles on it, wailing up in pleasure instantly.

“Oh god so tight”, Jungkook croaks, throwing his head back as best as possible, “I can’t do this for long. Slow Tae, please.”

“I am slow”, Taehyung throws back, “be less sensitive, will you?”

“I can’t, you’re both so good”, Jungkook whines, squeezing your waist oh so tightly while his hand presses into your belly. Like this he forces your swollen g-spot to rub against Taehyung’s cock so intensely that your voice comes out high-pitched and shaky. The pressure around their cocks intensifies, your pussy feels like bursting, your finger in your clit speeds up.

Words cease to exist completely between the three of you, all there is left are the wet sounds of their cocks frotting inside of you and the needy moans you all let out. Not that there is a lot to talk about. This right here is stealing the sanity of all of you. Jungkook because he is beneath you, air flow minimised and cock squeezed tightly. Taehyung because he gets to fuck you, hands kneading your trembling thighs and cock grinding into both of you. And you because you are getting fucked open and stretched out and because quite frankly you are this close to cumming like you have never done before.

“Are you close? You’re throbbing”, Taehyung asks you, making you nod and whimper.

“Shit Mistress, that’s so hot”, Jungkook croaks, pressing his hand closer. He can feel it too. Your pulse is racing in your tummy, your walls are convulsing around him.

Taehyung rolls his hips deeper, grinding his swollen tip over your favourite spot. The knot bursts instantly. You scream up, shaking violently and making Jungkook work hard to hold you safely.

“It’s gonna be fine, it’s okay”, Taehyung soothes you, holding your kicking legs while his hips are stilling. You are clenching so much that moving becomes impossible.

“Move, fucking move”, you croak.

Taehyung follows, moving into you deeply and so slow even if it is so hard and difficult. He is so close. Jungkook too. Both of them trembling.

Your voice cracks, your mouth rips open. You become even tighter, orgasm taking over your entire body.

“Fuck baby, you’re cumming so hard”, Jungkook croaks.

“So fucking hard”, Taehyung agrees, watching with blown-out pupils as your pussy weeps and squirts all over their frotting cocks. She is pulsating so much, looking so swollen and sensitive. And she is. You have no idea what kind of noises leave you or if you are still alive, but holy fuck. You are floating oh so far away.

In your writhing and convulsing, you manage to squeeze their cocks out of you, spilling the last of your pleasure all over Jungkook’s thighs.

“Oh god, back please”, the latter begs, arching his back as best as your weight allows him too.

You can’t hear him and honestly, you won’t be truly present for the next few moments, floating in the fuzzy feel good emotions of your intense high.

Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s cock and squeezes it against his own, moving his big hand around them quickly.

“Hyung”, Jungkook keens, trying and failing to look at Taehyung.

“Relax Kook, hyung’ll make us cum”, Taehyung is struggling with his words, gawking at their cocks in his hand.

“Hyung”, Jungkook sobs, “hyung please.”

“I know Kook, I know feels good. Your cock’s so hard, you close Kook?”

“So close.”

“Not long anymore, hyung’s close too”, Taehyung assures him, speeding up his hand. He is thankful that his fingers are so long and that his hand is so big. Their cocks fit so nicely into his palm that they both get the perfect stimulation.

“Hyung now”, Jungkook squeaks, holding your waist for support, “please hyung.”

“You’re so noisy. That’s so cute. Cum for me, Kook.”

Jungkook wails and breaks, trembling underneath you as he climaxes all over you and Taehyung.

“There we go, fuck you’re cumming all over her pussy”, Taehyung rasps, furrowing his brows, “Kook, I’m…cum-ah”, Taehyung breaks, throwing his head back as his orgasm washes over him. He pumps his condom full of his white cream, fucking into his hand and therefore prolonging Jungkook’s high to the point where the younger man writhes in the agony of being overstimulated.

Taehyung stops fucking when Jungkook is one second away from passing out from overstimulation. He drops their creamed cocks and falls on the mattress belly first.

Jungkook lets go of you, your body slips off of him instantly, landing right between their bodies with your limbs in weird positions.

The camera captures the three of you panting and wheezing for air while your bodies lie limb and lifelessly. The three of you will laugh at that part during the times you rewatch your little movie and you will talk about how close to death each of you felt back then.

“I’m dead”, you whisper.

“Same”, the boys say at the same time.

Taehyung is drooling on the mattress, feeling his heartbeat in his balls. He is seriously spent.

Jungkook somehow manages to roll to his side, draping his arm over your tummy and resting his cheek on your chest. He sighs in happiness.

“I don’t think my pussy’s ever gonna close up again.”

They crack up, peeling their eyes open to exchange a cheeky look before gazing up at you.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, “I hope it doesn’t hurt.”

“I’m good, doesn’t hurt. But I’m so gonna be sore tomorrow, what the hell. I don’t think I want sex for the next days, because phew.”

“I seriously can’t believe you wanted us to DP you”, he says.

“Yeah, I was horny.”

“I’m glad you were”, Taehyung says, rolling his head to the side to give you a goofy grin, “this was so hot.”

“It was”, Jungkook throws in.

“Agreed”, you say, “we’ll have to do this again one day and Kook has to be the one moving while Tae’s underneath me.”

“Totally.”

“I’m so down.”

Jungkook drapes his leg around you and squeezes you softly.

“You smell so good, baby”, he mumbles, smooching your chest.

“You too, Kook.”

“Now who’s gonna be the one turning off the camera?” Taehyung throws in.

“You”, Jungkook says.

“Me? Why me?”

“Cause you’re the closest and it’s your camera.”

Taehyung sends Jungkook a pouty look, “you’re so lazy I swear to god. It’s not like I did the entire fucking and made you cum.”

Jungkook grins boyishly, squishing his cheek into your tit.

“I love you hyung”, he coos, making Taehyung roll his eyes.

You snicker, “gosh you two.”

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ztarvokwrites · 3 years ago

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ZtarvoK's Kinktober Lineup

wow what a twist-

anywho- here's my lineup for kinktober 2021! some prompts are taken from twitter and some i have replaced with ones i think fit. go ham you guys, gays and theys <33 PS, i hope you don't mind, i've already taken day 5 ;)

KINKTOBER REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! I HAVE TAKEN THE LAST TWO!

DAY 1: knifeplay - crocodile

DAY 2: cockwarming - sanji

DAY 3: leather/latex - rayleigh (fem! reader)

DAY 4: double penetration - zoro & sanji (fem! reader)

DAY 5: waxplay - galdino/mr 3 (fem! reader)

DAY 6: breeding - sanji

DAY 7: somnophilia (consensual ofc) - ace (fem! reader)

DAY 8: pegging - sanji (fem! reader)

DAY 9: scissoring - robin

DAY 10: temperature play - aokiji

DAY 11: dacryphilia (getting turned on by tears) - zoro (fem! reader)

DAY 12: body worship - killer (fem! reader)

DAY 13: face sitting - ace

DAY 14: massage - mihawk (fem! reader)

DAY 15: intercrural/thigh/between legs - law

DAY 16: titfucking - usopp

DAY 17: petplay - crocodile

DAY 18: mirror sex - killer

DAY 19: creampie - luffy (fem!reader)

DAY 20: size difference - apoo (fem! reader)

DAY 21: overstimulation - buggy

DAY 22: shower sex - luffy

DAY 23: masturbation - kid

DAY 24: bondage - robin

DAY 25: stripping - marco (fem! reader)

DAY 26: public sex - ace (fem! reader)

DAY 27: distention/belly bulge? - katakuri

DAY 28: praise kink - usopp (fem! reader)

DAY 29: sex toys - eustass kid

DAY 30: free! you guys can request whatever the hell you want! <3 - a surprise :)

love you all xo

#kinktober #kinktober2021 #onepiece #one piece

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crazywritertomboy1224 · 3 years ago

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⚠️threesome with two men⚠️ ⚠️gay⚠️

here’s a Present Mic x Shōta Aizawa x non-binary (assigned fem!) listener for all you aizawa or mic weebs. enjoy!!

*this was written for my non-binary friend so if you don’t like it you can leave 😁*

bondage kink

double c0cks

well, if you made it this far, go ahead!

Alone in his classroom, Aizawa sits at his desk grading papers.

“Shota!” Present Mic yells enthusiastically, entering Class 1-A’s room with an excitement impossible to match.

“Hey, Hizashi,” Aizawa replies tiredly.

“How was your day?” Mic asks, walking around to stand behind Aizawa and slaps him on the back.

“Ugh. Exhausting,” Aizawa replies.

“Oh. Anything in particular happen?” Mic asks comfortingly.

Aizawa opens his mouth to reply, but is interrupted by a knock on the door. “Mr. Aizawa?” you ask cautiously. Aizawa turns in his chair to face you.

“Yes, Y/N, how can I help you?” He asks, turning his head to follow your movements as you move around to lean over the front of his desk. “I had a question about the work studies.” you speak. You hunch over the desk and look up at both men.

You watch in amusement as they struggle not to look down at your plump breasts as the tops of them spill over your low-cut shirt. You try to hint at them through your eyes that you want more than just work study help. Aizawa stands from his chair and walks around on your right to stand behind you.

He places his hands on your hips and gently presses you against his bulging cock. He leans over your back and whispers in your ear, “Is this what you really wanted, kittycat?” That simple question sent chills through your body. You bite your lower lip as you feel your pussy throb in anticipation.

“Yes, daddy.” you dip your lower back down to stick your ass out farther and feel his cock slowly harden against it.

Present Mic runs his fingers up your forehead and into your hair. He latches on to your roots and tugs your head upward, then slides his hand around your jawline and cups your chin. You feel Aizawa’s scarf start to wrap around your wrists. You tighten your neck muscles to lean your weight on Mic’s hand as the scarf pulls your hands out from under you and secures them behind your back. Aizawa’s hand laces around your wrists and tugs on them, allowing you to put your weight on your feet again.

With your head tilted farther up, it’s easier for Mic to kiss you. He leans down and presses his lips to yours and starts to penetrate your mouth with his tongue. You start rubbing your tongue against his and he responds the same way. “You’re so good at this, Y/N,” Present Mic murmurs against your mouth.

Aizawa tugs on the waistband of your leggings, then slings them all the way down to your ankles. You shift your weight to step out of the pants. He growls and slaps your ass. “Fuck, kittycat.” he leans down and licks your asscheeks.

He tugs on the scarf to make your wrists pull you back toward him. You let out a moan against Present Mic’s mouth as Aizawa slides his tongue down your ass and starts to attack your pussy. He drags his tongue along your folds, licking up all the wetness already there. He smacks your ass again, then shoves his hand up your shirt, under your bra and starts to caress your tits.

Present Mic drops his hand from under your chin, your lips still pressed together, and rips the shirt off your body. Your lips separate for a second as he removes it entirely. He reaches back and unclips your bra, then flings both the shirt and the bra across the room.

I’m so glad I chose a strapless bra, You think to yourself as Aizawa trails his fingers through your slick folds again.

“Fuck, kitty. You’re so wet for me.” he growls. You let out a soft, high-pitched moan as he presses his lips to that sensitive bundle of nerves up at the top and snakes his tongue against them. He moves his tongue against it so perfectly, it feels like it’s vibrating.

Your legs start to twitch as he goes faster and faster, feeling you almost at your limit. He pushes you to the edge, then stops.

“Please, daddy. I need to cum,” You moan, writhing your hips against his fingers. He stands up, grabs your wrists again, then pulls you away from Mic. You start to pant as he leads you away from the desk.

“Not yet, kittycat. You can wait, can’t you?” Aizawa places a hand on Mic’s shoulder and presses his back against the board. Aizawa tightens his hold on the scarf, still around your wrists, and presses you into Mic’s chest.

Aizawa swipes two fingers through your folds and licks his fingers. “You taste so fucking good, kittycat,” He growls, smacking your ass again. Mic cups the top of your head and shoves it down, so your mouth can easily wrap around his cock. You wrap your lips around your teeth, so as to not scratch his dick. You twirl your tongue around the tip of it, and feel him throw his head back and moan in pleasure. He shoves your head down farther, all the way to the base, but only for a second. He allows you to pull back, drool coming off in threads.

Present Mic grabs your hair again and lifts your head up, to his level. He presses his lips to yours and you resume your make-out session. You let out an ear-splitting moan against Mic’s mouth as Aizawa strokes his cock through your slick folds, then thrusts all the way in. He hunches over your back and waits for your reassurance before beginning to thrust deep and hard. With every thrust, you’re shoved farther and harder into Mic. Present Mic pulls away, both of you gasping for air. He reaches down and starts to stroke his cock, getting it ready for the next step.

“You think you can handle two cocks?” He whispers in your ear, looking at Aizawa.

“Yeah,” You moan softly. Mic looks over at Aizawa, who reaches around to your left and grabs Mic’s cock. He pumps it up and down a few times, making sure it’s ready. Aizawa moves closer to Mic, squashing you between them, causing you to straighten. You feel Aizawa’s strong hands start to press Mic’s cock into your pussy along with his own. Your eyes widen as Mic slowly flexes to enter much slower than Aizawa did, giving you time to adjust and get used to two cocks. Slowly, slowly, Mic’s thrusts get harder, faster and deeper, until they’re alternating thrusts.

When Mic goes to flex out, Aizawa enters farther, and vice versa. You moan as the friction against your cunt levels up. Your pussy tightens around their cocks and they groan simultaneously. You grit your teeth to hold back another moan as they start thrusting deeper and faster. You refuse to cum first, but so do they, so it’s just a silent argument on who’s going to cum first. Mic slams hard into you one last time and shoots cum deep inside of you.

You feel your orgasm take over and you shudder out your own release, all over Aizawa’s cock, which is still pressed inside you.

“Oh, fuck, kittycat.” You hear Aizawa say as his cum sprays into you, probably deeper than Mic’s. Aizawa pulls out his softening cock and grabs your waist to support you as you feel your legs start to collapse. Mic pulls Aizawa’s desk chair over and Aizawa helps you onto it. You try to calm down as the two men begin to get dressed. Aizawa pulls on his boxers and pants, then comes over and kneels in front of you. “You good, Y/N?” He asks, a hand on your knee.

“Yeah, thanks for asking.” you say sheepishly.

“Okay. Good.” he pushes off your knee and stands up. He walks across the room, grabs your clothes, and hands them to you.

“Thank you,” you say, ducking your head to hide the fact that you’re blushing. You stand up shakily and start getting dressed as Aizawa pulls his shirt on and fixes his scarf. Mic adjusts his glasses and walks over to you as you’re securing your bra.

“Need some help with that?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you.” You reply. He walks around to stand behind you and clips it together with expertise. He slides his hand around your waist as he walks around you. He places his other hand on your waist and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you for that,” He says against your lips. “That was amazing.” Aizawa says his agreeal as he walks over to you two.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Let’s do it again sometime?”

They both tilt their faces down to try to hide their excitement, but fail. “Yeah!” They say in almost perfect sync.

#mha #present mic #shota aizawa #smut #present mic x shōta aizawa x y/n #erasermic

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elmidol · 4 years ago

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Following Orders [Adam/Reader/Tyki] NSFW

originally written October 27, 2013

A/N: As stated, I am going to be posting a few of my older one-shots on here from DGM. I do plan on writing some new ones rather soon here, beginning with Tyki/RC. I am scheduling a batch of them now, which will all include this A/N.

These ones are unedited and include (y/n), which I no longer use in my current writing. Nothing wrong with it; just a personal preference. I do also want to state that there may be instances of mentions of face reddening and such, which I now know is not inclusive.

Fic Warnings: threesome; double penetration; handjob; blowjob; vaginal sex

You were standing in the rain with an open umbrella above your head. The fact that one of your hated enemies was the individual ensuring that you weren't getting wet? That stung. Big time. You glowered at the forming puddles as you thought of what had led you into this situation. Following a recon mission, you, a fellow exorcist, and the three Finders that were with you had managed to secure a set of rooms in a hotel. Go figure that some of the Noah were staying in that very building. The kicker? The Noah apparently had some family members who weren't privvy to the fine details. Thus the Millennium Earl had called a temporary truce; the Noah would not attack you or your team so long as none of you revealed any information to their family members. The fact that Central had approved? Well, that didn't surprise you; even if they didn't care about your life, they wanted your Innocence safe.

So here you were, standing under the umbrella that was being held by Tyki Mikk. You were just thankful it was not the Millennium Earl standing beside you, sheltering you from the rain with his horrid golem, Lero. You eyed the man to your right. He had brown hair, almond eyes, and some facial hair. Your gaze wandered about his monocle then down his body. He was attractive, to be certain. However, he apparently had some sort of affiliation with the Noah famly, thus you instantly hated him.

"I can go into town myself, you know," you said in a snappish tone. Tyki only snorted while the brunette coughed into his fist. "Oh, I see. You don't trust that I won't blow your secrets."

"Something like that," Tyki muttered as the carriage the three of you were awaiting pulled up.

You climbed into the carriage, a bit perturbed when Tyki slid in next to you and the other gentleman across from you. Running a hand through your hair, you stared out the window at the rain. It was pouring down heavily, yet there was no thunder or lightning yet. You wondered if there would be any at all. For a time the Noah of Pleasure and his companion were silent. Then, realizing that you were not going to speak to them any time soon, they instead entertained one another. By speaking in Portuguese. You scowled at this; you did not speak the language and had no idea what they were gabbing on about.

A mile later, Tyki at last turned to you, saying, "Is it true you propositioned Leverrier?"

"I was drunk, it doesn't count, get off it," you muttered out, your chin resting on your hand as you glared at the window.

"But...of all people, Leverrier?" He was obviously intrigued. You tensed when you felt him set his hand on his knee. As he began to rub the joint, you jerked your leg away from his grasp. "...wait...you're the one who propositioned the Earl when you were drunk... Before you became an Exorcist, that is."

"I'm done with this conversation," you said, feeling your cheeks reddening. Boy, how you wanted to forget that memory. You had practically taken off the man's pants. Never had you seen the man so flustered; you doubted the Earl remembered you--at least, you hoped he didn't. Whenever you had battled with him, he had never brought it up or hinted towards the event in the least.

"Maybe it's a sign you're just lonely," Tyki commented, his hands gripping at either of your shoulders, massaging the flesh. He scooted closer to you.

You shrugged out of his hands, ducking and moving to the seat across from you, the one beside the brunette male. "Look, just because you flirt with every exorcist doesn't mean they're interested."

"I don't flirt with every--" Tyki started, cut off by your snort and you rolling your eyes. The Noah smiled at you, a sort of sultry look that complimented his features. You pressed your legs together, turning to face away from him. "I guess I shouldn't be so friendly when I taunt people, eh? You, though... I never get the chance to flirt with you. You're always so quick to fight. But now? We have a truce, you know~"

"I'm well aware. Think I'd be sharing a carriage with you otherwise?" Irritated by the Portuguese male, you found yourself turning your attention to the man's companion. "And what's your story? You his gay lover?"

Tyki and the other man spluttered out nonsensical words, both obviously stunned at your words.

"Wait, nevermind. That's the Earl I'm thinking of. You're his little 'Tyki-pon', after all."

Again did the two blush deeply, both arguing that they were heterosexual. You rolled your eyes. In all honesty, you didn't care about their sexual orientation. Getting under their skin, though? Yeah, that was fun.

"At least I'm not Leverrier's fucklette," Tyki said, nudging the tip of your shoe with his. "Such a rigid man...you like being bossed around, (y/n)?"

"And if I do?" you said, shooting him a dirty look while giving him a once-over.

Tyki nodded towards his companion. "Adam here likes to give commands. I wouldn't mind ordering you around a bit either."

You bit the inside of your cheek, tugging at it a bit as you considered his words. Obviously you were growing desperate if your drunken ass was trying to get into Leverrier's pants. Tyki, despite being a Noah and thus your enemy, wasn't bad looking. His friend here was quite the looker as well. Shrugging in a noncommital way, you again turned your attention to the window. An expression of confusion enveloped your face when a set of hands reached past you closing the curtains. You turned in time to see Tyki doing likewise to the other window.

"Get on the floor," a gruff voice said by your ear. Holy fuck did this man have a voice that made you wet. Your stomach doing a flip while your mind was in a flurry of mixed feelings, you shifted so that you were on your knees on the floor. Immediately you felt Adam's hand entangle itself in your hair, yanking your head back so that your neck was exposed. Tyki's finger trailed along your throat momentarily. You shuddered, feeling absolutely defenseless at the hands of your enemy. "Take off your clothes--slowly."

You pressed your lips tightly together. All the same, you started to undo the buttons on your uniform shirt. Soon your bra was exposed, and still you shrugged out of the material. You set your shirt off to the side, next tackling the task of removing your bottoms. You could feel two sets of eyes hungrily roaming over your body, which was clad in nothing more than your shoes and undergarments. Just as you were getting ready to strip yourself of those, Adam commanded you to stop.

"Sit on my lap and place both of your legs on either side of me--but make sure you're facing Tyki," he said, his voice husky. Biting your bottom lip, you slid your rear onto his lap. Your lips formed an 'o' when you felt the rather large bulge in his pants. You were kneeling on the seat, your cunt against his clothed erection. "Keep your pussy there, and I want you to stretch out and undo the front of Tyki's pants--with your teeth."

Your eyebrows shot up towards your hairline. You could feel yourself growing wet. Man, were all the people associated with the Noah family kinky? Not that you could complain. You leaned forward, carefully ensuring that your cunt stayed in contact with the man's erection as you stretched out. Tyki shifted to edge of the seat, allowing you an easier time of the task. You bit at the button on the front of his pants, working your tongue against it and pushing it through the hole. Tyki was petting your head as you completed this task. Your face was red. Adam's hand was rubbing your rear affectionately. Just as you were tugging down Tyki's zipper with your teeth, you hissed, feeling your tongue jabbed by the zipper when you jerked forward; Adam had slapped your ass with his hand none-too-gently. At the same time, you found yourself moaning. The action had resulted in your clit rubbing deliciously against his dick.

You had your hands on either of Tyki's legs. Pressing upwards, you backed away as the Noah of Pleasure withdrew his erection from the confines of his trousers. You closed your eyes, holding back a moan when you felt Adam's knuckles brushing against you. He undid the front of his own pants, tugging at you when only his boxers remained. Upon Adam's command, you leaned forward, engulfing Tyki's length in your mouth. You held yourself up with your elbows, using both hands to pleasure the Noah. One stroked the inches that were not in your mouth while the other played with his sac.

All the while, you started to roll your hips against Adam's. He bucked up against you. The way the head of his erection brushed up against your clit had you moaning around your mouthful. Adam used one hand to slap your rear again. The other was occupied with shoving down his boxers and tugging your panties so that they were off to the side. Feeling his flesh against yours made you all the more wet. You could feel your juices dripping against him. Tyki had one hand in your hair, urging you to take in more of his length. The other was stroking along your spine.

Adam positioned himself at your entrance, thrusting inside. You jerked your hips against him, relishing in the delightful feeling of the created friction. Pulling your mouth from Tyki's length, you cocked your head to the side, licking up and down the man's erection. Tyki moaned, purring out words in his mother tongue while pinching at one of your nipples. He rolled the bud between finger and thumb, causing your toes to curl.

"You're going to let him cum all over your face, you hear?" Adam said as he fucked you. You knit your brow at the command. "Hmm?" His hips stilled. Groaning, you rocked yours back and forth, only to whimper when his nails dug into you as he used his fingers to stop your movements. "Did I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes, Adam."

"Good. Now, what is it you're going to do?"

"I'm going to...let him...cum on my face."

"Good girl~" His purr had you shuddering in ecstasy. He released your hips, his hands dropping to your thighs, which he tugged at. Spreading your legs further, the man quickly found the right angle at which to stroke your g-spot. You gasped, your eyelids fluttering as you resumed placing kisses along Tyki's cock. Adam placed one hand between your body and his, pressing four fingers against your clit firmly. The stimulation had a pleasant pressure building within you. Eager for your coming release, you jerked Tyki off harder and faster. Your tongue licked along his length, then your head bobbed up and down as you took him into your mouth. When Tyki moaned out to you that he was close, you again pulled your mouth off of him. You pumped his dick, closing your eyes in time to avoid getting his semen in them.

"Oh!" You bit your bottom lip, whimpering. Adam had increased the pressure against your clit, rubbing faster and faster while his hips beat noisily against yours. You bounched up and down on his length, screaming loudly in pleasure as you were brought to orgasm.

Adam chuckled, thrusting into you a few more times before he withdrew. He came all over your stomach, some of his seed getting on the undersides of your breasts. "You're such a good girl, (y/n)," he purred, pushing you so that you fell onto the ground. You sighed. "Lay one your back and fuck yourself for me, hun."

"Oh, fuck, yes!" you heard Tyki moan out.

Your stomach swirled at that. Hearing the heavy breathing coming from both men was already getting you back in the mood. The fact that they were eager to watch you masturbate? Yeah, you were pretty wet at that. Lying down, you spread your legs while you began to knead your breasts with both hands. One hand left your chest, trailing up and down along your side. You pinched your nipple, tugging it, and then rubbed your breast tenderly. At the same time, you slipped three fingers between your folds. You brought the juices leaking from your vagina towards your clit, rubbing circles on it. Bucking your hips in time with the movements of your fingers, you found yourself starting to pant.

Tyki knelt by your head, his hand moving to reach inside you. Your eyes flew open and were filled with fear. You watched the man in horror. He had the umistakable Noah grin, the one you and your comrades had once dubbed his 'rape face'. It was as though you had a bubble of air traveling through your body. He was not gripping anything, just--oh!

"Ooooh...fffffuckkkkk!" You threw your head back. His had was stroking something inside of you that nearly had you screaming in pleasure. Tyki chuckled, his fingers quickening their pace just as yours did the same.

The man removed his hand, much to your disappointment. He flipped you onto your stomach, causing you to release an 'oomph'. You removed your fingers from yourself. Tyki scooped you up by slipping his arms under your knees. He brought you onto his lap in that manner. You threw your head back, mouth agape as he lowered you onto his cock. The Noah of Pleasure lifted you then lowered you again. You moaned, feeling his dick thrusting in and out of you.

Adam sank down onto his knees in front of you. The man nuzzled your neck, nipping, as he pinched both of your nipples and started tugging. You placed your hands on his shoulders. Tyki quickened his pace just as Adam shifted his hips forward. You trembled, knowing Tyki was using his ability to choose when you felt Adam's cock slip inside of you as well. You whimpered at the strange sensation. The tip of Tyki's cock pressed towards one side of your walls while Adam's pressed against the opposite. They stroked you from the inside. Tyki kept his grip under your legs, forcing your hips up and down, while Adam paid special attention to your chest.

"Uh! Oh. Fuck yes. Mmm." They both rolled their hips into yours, rocking back and forth as you screamed out in orgasm.

"Fuck, (y/n)," Tyki groaned as he came inside of you. Adam grunted out his release, his mouth slamming atop yours, his tongue thrusting within. You moaned, resting your head against Tyki's shoulder as both men withdrew from you. Tyki chuckled while he retrieved a handkerchief and began to wipe off your face. He cleaned the semen off of your entire body quickly, no doubt using his ability to do so. "That was fun, huh?"

"Just shut up," you said, grabbing your clothes and quickly dressing. Adam adjusted himself while Tyki muttered out slight grievances over your cruel treatment of him. He then fixed his clothing as well. The two men were seated just as you were buttoning up your uniform top. "This doesn't leave the carriage."

"That an order, babe?" Tyki asked, rubbing your thigh. You cocked your head to the side, staring at him for a moment. "Because I was totally thinking...we have this truce for three more days, right?"

"No one gets to know about it."

"That's fine," both men said in unison. "We can take turn giving orders to one another, eh?" Tyki waggled his eyebrows as he spoke. You found yourself smiling despite yourself.

#millennium earl x reader #adam x reader #tyki mikk x reader #tyki x reader #dgm fanfic

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years ago

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Silent Night, Scales & Fights

✩ AO3 Link Here!

✩ Relationships: jinmin (Jimin x Jin)

✩ Genre/Universe: smut, angst

✩ Rating: Explicit

✩ Tags: smut, angst, child abuse, physical abuse, assault, homophobia, violence, blood, implied minor character death, family drama, spousal abuse, Naga!Jin, tentacle monster!Jin, soulmate au, double penetration, belly bulge, come inflation, toys, subdrop, subspace, blood, tentacles,bottom!Jimin, top!Jin, bottom Jimin

✩ Summary: Jimin decides that Christmas is the perfect time for his family to meet his soulmate. The only problem? His abusive father.

✩ Word Count: ~10.2k

✩ A/N: IThis fic fills the square Pumpkin Pie for @btsholidaybingo. This fic is a sequel to Shared Souls & Snake Scales, published earlier in 2020. You may want to read that one first; there are some small things that are important to know in that one.

“We really don’t need to do this,” Jimin said for the fifth time as they drove along the snow dusted street.

“You’re my soulmate, Minie,” Jin said patiently. He reached over and set his hand on Jimin’s thigh. “I want to do this. I want to know your family.”

Jimin shifted in the seat, sighing. He and Jin had been together for nearly a year, and Jimin had done his best to keep Jin away from his family. Not that he was ashamed of Jin – on the contrary, they were soulmates, and Jin’s magical nature was easily hidden.

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you about them, Jin.”

“Do they not know you’re gay?”

“They know, unfortunately,” Jimin said. “My mom’s not too bad. She tries to be supportive. But my dad…”

“He doesn’t approve. Will me being there cause problems? I can stay back.”

“No, I think you not showing up would cause more problems,” Jimin admitted. “I already prepared them, told them I found my soulmate, that you were a boy.”

“Will they ask to see your tattoo?”

“Maybe. We’ll just go with the same story we tell everyone else, you’re weird and love sea creatures of a tentacled variety.”

“They are cute,” Jin defended. Jimin laughed, glancing over at him.

“They are.”

“You still seem tense. Tell me about your father.”

“It’s not a pleasant history,” Jimin said. From the corner of his eye he saw Jin shift, the smile drooping off his handsome face.

“Did he hurt you, Jimin?”

Jimin bit the inside of his lip. “He didn’t like that I like boys. Doesn’t – But he doesn’t try to change me anymore.”

“Change you?”

Jimin looked over at a stoplight. “Physically.”

“Jimin, he didn’t—Touch you—”

“No, no—Not like that,” Jimin corrected. “He was pretty good friends with a belt back then. And the Bible. Those things hurt when they’re hurled at your head,” Jimin chuckled. “A lot of verbal damage. It wasn’t a pleasant time at home for a while after I came out.”

“How long did it last?” Jin’s voice was soft.

“I realized I liked boys when I was about fourteen… I came out right away because I was scared and confused and didn’t know if I was broken. My dad pretty much confirmed I was.”

“You’re not broken, Minie.” Jin reached over and set his hand on Jimin’s on the wheel. “You aren’t.”

“I know that now. I’ve had years to reason with myself and get used to it. My dad… He doesn’t do that anymore.”

“So he’s accepted it?” “I wouldn’t go that far. But I don’t get books thrown at my head, so…” Jimin shrugged. “I’m telling you this because I know things might be tense at the table, especially if Dad starts asking you things or coming at you. I want you to know where he’s coming from, so you don’t feel badly. He’s just not a friend of… Our kind of people.”

“I won’t let him hurt you again, Jimin. I swear on my life that I won’t,” Jin said with enough sharpness that Jimin looked over, surprised to see a shimmer of his scales across his nose.

“Breathe,” Jimin said quickly.

They’d learned over the months together that – while Jin could usually easily hide his true form, strong emotions – especially those related to the monster in him like anger and fear – tended to bring it out, like a slipping mask. Jimin could usually calm him, thankfully, but it was a concern.

Jin took a deep breath, his face returning to normal. He nodded and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Jimin parked and leaned over, pulling Jin into a deep kiss. “I’m so happy to have someone that loves me enough to get angry for me. I love you.”

“I love you, Jimin,” Jin whispered against his lips. He got out of the car and Jimin followed, stopping at the trunk to grab the gifts they’d brought for Jimin’s family.

They stood at the doorstep for a moment.

“You ready?” Jimin asked.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Then I am too. Just…” Jin closed the gap between them and pressed a deep kiss to Jimin’s mouth, cupping his cheek as he did.

The door creaked open suddenly, and Jimin jumped back gasping. He smiled sheepishly at his father, who stood in the doorway, large and imposing.

“Get inside before the neighbors see that,” he hissed, grabbing Jimin’s shoulder and yanking him in.

Jin followed close after, his mouth set in a fine line.

“Sorry, Dad,” Jimin whispered. He bowed to his father politely. “Uh… This is my soulmate, Kim Seokjin. Jin, this is my father, Park Sungmin.”

Jin bowed politely, offering a broad smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

Sungmin’s eyes narrowed. He looked Jin up and down. He grunted softly and turned, walking into the sitting room. Jimin looked down, embarrassment coloring his cheeks a bright pink. Jin touched his neck, thumb soothing over the soulmate tattoo hidden by his turtleneck.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah,” Jimin looked up, offering a smile he hoped was convincing. “Come on, my mother is probably in the kitchen.” He grabbed Jin’s hand and led him through the sitting room, not missing the glare his father gave at their connected hands.

“Mom?” Jimin said when he was in the doorway of the kitchen. The food smelled delightful, and his mother was hard at work in the kitchen with his grandmother. She turned when he said her name, grinning. “Jiminie,” she cooed, rushing up and giving him a hug. Jimin’s smile faded as she approached. He hugged back tightly, then pushed her back gently, touching her cheek lightly. Even in the soft lighting, he could see a dark bruise over her cheekbone, covered as well as she could with makeup. She winced.

“Mom… How did this happen?”

“You know how clumsy I am. Is it not covered well, I can fix it in a moment. How have you been?”

Jimin pouted a little. She was lying, and he knew it, but causing a fuss would do no good. “I’ve been good. Getting good grades, being social, just like you want. Mom, this is my soulmate. This is Kim Seokjin.” He stepped aside, allowing Jin to step forward. “This is my mother, Park Jiwoong.”

He tilted his head a little at her before offering a huge smile and bowing low.

“I’m honored to meet you, ma’am. I see now where Minie got his beautiful features.”

Jimin smiled shyly. Jiwoong laughed a little.

“Flattery will get you nowhere in this house, Kim Seokjin… Except maybe here.” She reached over and grabbed a small piece of dessert bread, passing it to Jin. He grinned broadly, taking it with both hands.

“Thank you, I’m honored to be accepted into your home this holiday season.”

“Well, any friend of Jimin’s is welcome here… Especially a soulmate. I hope you’ll forgive me, I’ve had a long time to accept Jimin’s… Nature. But it is a bit startling, seeing the person he’ll be with forever.”

“That I’m a man?” Jin asked softly. She nodded. Jin nodded as well. “In our culture, our world, I can understand the difficulty. But Jimin and I share a soul, he’s a part of me. Regardless of our sex or gender – I would never let anyone hurt him. I support him and honor him in the same way that a girlfriend or wife would, and I am wholly devoted to him and his happiness. I hope that someday you’ll grow to see me easily as his partner.”

Jiwoong smiled gently, reaching out and touching Jin’s wrist. “Your honesty is refreshing. You seem like a very good man, especially for my Jiminie. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go touch up my makeup.” She slid past the two and disappeared down the hallway.

“This the boyfriend?” Jimin’s grandmother croaked. He grinned and rushed up to hug her.

“It is. How have you been, gramma? How’s your arthritis?”

“I’m fit as a fiddle and don’t you forget it.” She poked Jimin’s nose gently with her forefinger before looking at Jin. “That was a fine speech you gave my daughter, boy. I hope it’s true. Minie is my only grandchild and I don’t care that you’re strapping and young, I’ll still bend you over my knee and whoop you if I hear you made my boy cry.”

Jin’s smile was blinding. He laughed and nodded. “I expect nothing less, ma’am.”

Jimin smiled softly. He reached around his grandmother, grabbing a slice of fruit. She smacked his knuckles lightly with her spoon.

“You wait until dinner.”

Jimin pouted. “I’ve been waiting all day, Gramma. Your cooking is the best part of the holidays.”

She smiled and shook her head. “You’re insufferable, boy.”

“I know.” Jimin popped the slice of melon in his mouth. His smile faded as he chewed. “Gramma… Mom—Is Dad…”

She frowned and nodded. “You know he is.”

“Did it pick up again? Has he been drinking?”

She shook her head. “No more than usual. I think the news…” She glanced over at Jin. “Well… He’s not been too happy. Your Mom loves you. She supports you.”

Jimin nodded, his heart sinking. “Thank you, Gramma. Can we help in the kitchen? Jin’s a great cook.”

“Thank you, but no. You boys go relax. Show him the house. No frisky business before dinner.” She shook her finger playfully and Jimin laughed.

“Never.” He turned to Jin. “Come on, I’ll show you where I grew up. Make sure there’s no monsters in my closet,” he joked. Jin grinned at that.

“Oh, just one second,” Jimin held up a finger and headed down the hall into the sitting room. He put the gifts they’d brought under the small tree with a pile of others, glancing at his father.

“Yes?” He asked when he saw him staring.

“Nothing.”

“Yes, there is, I know that look.” Jimin rose and looked directly at him. “Say what you need to say.”

“Don’t be snappy with me, Jimin.”

“I’m not. I’m being direct. You’ve been glaring since we arrived. Am I not welcome here?”

“You are.” Sungmin turned and looked back to the television.

“Is Jin welcome here?”

“He’s not my family.”

“He’s my soulmate. My partner. The man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

Sungmin snorted. He sipped his beer. “Unnatural.”

“We have a mark,” Jimin pressed. “It’s not unnatural. It’s our souls.”

“That’s all bullshit anyway.”

“Not for me, Dad. Seokjin treats me right. He loves me. Isn’t that what should matter to you?”

“No, what matters to me is the shame you bring the family being a faggot.”

Jimin closed his eyes, sighing. “Well you don’t need to take it out on Mom. It’s not her fault.”

“Well it’s not mine!”

“It’s nobody’s fault, Dad. It’s just how I am. So if you have to take it out on someone it should be me, not her.”

“She’s my wife,” Sungmin growled.

“That doesn’t mean she deserves your abuse.”

Sungmin rose, stepping up to Jimin. He was tall enough that Jimin had to look up a little at him, something he’d always hated.

“Don’t you dare.”

Jimin set his jaw. “Get out of my face, please.”

“Or what? You’ll sic your dirty soulmate on me?” He snarled.

“Jin isn’t a part of this. Dad, please. It’s Christmas. Don’t do this.”

“You’re the one that brought this on. We’d be fine if you weren’t a freak.”

Jimin lowered his gaze, nodding. “I know. That’s why I’m asking you to please… If you have to hurt someone, do it to me, not Mom.”

The strike wasn’t entirely unexpected, but still stung. It was open handed, leaving a burn on Jimin’s cheek as his head snapped to the side. Involuntary tears welled in his eyes. “I’m going to walk away now,” Jimin whispered.

“I wish you’d walk off a cliff. You brought so much horror to this family,” Sungmin snarled.

“I know, Dad.” Jimin bowed and slipped past his father, hurrying back toward the kitchen.

Jin was leaning on the counter, laughing with Jimin’s grandmother when he entered. Jimin’s mood immediately lifted, seeing the two get along so well. Jin glanced over, and his smile dropped immediately. He rushed up to Jimin and tilted his chin up, examining where Jimin was struck, likely a vibrant red if the warmth in that spot was any indicator. Jin’s eyes glinted a dangerous purple, his lips peeling back.

“No,” Jimin whispered.

“He hit you didn’t he?” Jin hissed. Jimin nodded.

“It was my fault. I got in his face. Told him to stop hitting Mom. I’m okay.”

“You aren’t,” came a soft voice behind him. Jiwoong entered and hugged Jimin gently. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“He hit you.”

“He has for a while, baby. It just increased a little after…” She glanced at Jin and shrugged, looking back at Jimin. “I have a secret, okay? I was going to wait until after the holidays to tell you… I’m getting a divorce and moving back to Busan. I know it’ll be farther from you, and I’m sorry for that, but I need to leave. I need to leave so you and I can both be safe.”

“Are you sure, Mom?”

She nodded. “I haven’t loved him for a long time. The only good he ever did was giving me you.” She stroked Jimin’s cheek. “Promise not to say anything?”

“Never. If you need anything – a place to stay or anything, please tell me. Jin and I will do whatever we can.”

Jin nodded. “Of course. You and your mother,” he motioned to Jimin’s grandmother. “You both have our full support.”

Jiwoong smiled and squeezed Jin’s shoulder. “You seem like a good boy for Jimin. Make sure he doesn’t do silly things like this anymore.” She brushed the red mark on Jimin’s cheek.

“I’ll do my best.”

She pressed a kiss to Jimin’s forehead. “Now, go relax before dinner, okay? It’ll be done soon. Are you two staying over?”

“We’d planned to, as long as we’re welcome.”

“We have a spare room set up for you, Jin. I know you likely sleep together but with his father…”

“No, I entirely understand,” Jin said, nodding. “One night apart won’t be total agony.” He brushed Jimin’s hair back, and Jimin grinned, that all too familiar tingling flutter starting from his soulmate mark and rippling down his spine.

“Come on, let me show you around,” Jimin said, taking Jin’s hand tightly. He pulled him out of the room and down the hall, moving fast past the sitting room and up the stairs.

Once at the top, he slowed down. “Here’s my room,” he said, pushing at a half closed door. It was the same way it had been when he still lived there, decorated with musical stars and dancers, painted a soft blue and purple. The bed was large and comfy, and Jimin knew his mother likely had just washed and fluffed the pillows. He pulled Jin in and shut the door, kissing him hard.

Jin gasped, pulling back. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. “I just… Need you.”

“You heard your gramma, no funny stuff before dinner,” Jin teased, thumbing Jimin’s nose playfully. Jimin laughed.

“Of course not. Just… Kiss me until I—” Jimin smiled. “Just hold me.”

Jin shut the door and wrapped his arms tightly around Jimin. Jimin’s eyes slipped shut. By now, he could almost sense the change as if it were his own body, the quiet shift and creak of Jin’s bones, the raspy, whispering rustle as his scales shifted into place, the feeling of both cool and warm as Jin’s torso wrapped completely around Jimin, encasing him in the smooth oil slick of his snake form. Jimin let himself relax into the coil, listening to Jin’s strong heartbeat. Jin coiled as tight as he dared to, a safety blanket for Jimin when he was having a rough day.

He looked up at Jin, smiling softly. “Thank you.”

“Baby,” Jin cooed. One of his tentacles darted out, sliding over Jimin’s cheekbone like the caress of a lover. Jimin giggled a little, reaching up and grabbing it. He squeezed gently, letting the suckers move up his arm and around him, a third appendage to hold him in a hug.

“Why did you confront him, Minie?” Jin asked softly.

“He’s hitting Mom. I can’t let that slide.”

“And him hitting you is better?”

“Than my Mom? Yeah.”

“No. Both are wrong. Neither of you deserve it.”

“I know. But she’s getting away from him and I—I have you now.”

“I’ll always keep you safe, Jimin. No matter what needs to be done.”

“I know.” Jimin kissed Jin’s mouth gently. He let himself relax further, resting his head on the uppermost coil of Jin’s tail. His legs sagged, knowing Jin would easily hold him up.

The two stayed like that for quite some time, until the turmoil of emotions in Jimin’s mind soothed. Jin remained there completely, kissing over his cheek and neck and shoulder, hands and tentacles touching everywhere they could reach in an effort to soothe Jimin in every way possible.

“I’m okay,” Jimin finally whispered.

“I know you are.”

“You can change back.”

Jin nodded. He shifted once more, scooping Jimin back into his arms when his feet were under him. He kissed him again. “I love you, Minie.”

“I love you too, Jin. Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the house.”

Jin nodded. Jimin opened the door, gasping when he saw his father almost directly next to it. Jin immediately stepped up, ready to move between them if he needed to.

“Why was this door shut?”

“No reason,” Jimin said simply. “I was showing him the posters on the back of it. Mom hasn’t taken them down after all these years.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Well, it’s the truth. That and we hugged. Nothing funny. Gramma said not to, so I won’t.”

“Oh, she did, huh? You’ll respect her but not the one that owns this house? The one that raised you? I—” Jimin saw his hand forming a fist.

“We’re going now. I want to show Jin the rest of the house.”

“I’m not finished talking to you.”

“Nothing happened, Dad. And nothing will. Please.”

His father glared daggers at him, saying nothing. After a pregnant pause, he stepped out of the way, allowing Jimin and Jin to pass.

Jimin took Jin through the rest of the house, showing him different areas and telling stories of being a child. Every chance they got, Jimin touched, hugged, or kissed Jin as a silent, simple protest against his father. He was so tired of it - of the abuse, of the fear. It was only tolerable this day because he knew his mom was leaving the monster; and because he had Jin to keep him grounded.

They were going through some of Jimin’s old yearbooks up in the attic when his mother called them for dinner. They hurried down, taking their seats side by side at the table. Jimin could feel his father glaring at the both of them.

Jimin rose, helping his mother finish bringing out the food before sitting back down. He heard his father scoff, but ignored it, instead opting to direct his dinner conversation toward his mother; what she’d been doing over the past month, how some of her friends were, etcetera.

It was about halfway through dinner when Sungmin set his utensils down with a clank. “I can’t. Who are you? What makes you think you’re welcome at this table?” His tone was sharp; gaze on Jin.

Jin swallowed the bite he’d been chewing and politely wiped his mouth before setting his own utensils down. He laced his fingers together over his plate and offered a smile that – on the front of it – looked quite polite. Jimin could easily see through it though; Jin was seething.

“You seem to have questions about me. Or perhaps about my relationship with your son. I understand this is new and uncomfortable. But I welcome you with nothing but openness to ask what you need to ask so that you can be more comfortable with my presence.”

Sungmin glared. “Don’t you take that condescending tone with me, faggot.”

Jin blinked, clearly surprised by the slur.

“Sungmin—” Jiwoong whispered.

“No! I don’t understand how you can sit there like this is normal. Like we don’t have freaks at our table.”

“You have your son and his soulmate at the table, Sungmin,” Jimin’s grandmother said. “You recognize the importance of sharing a soul, don’t you?”

“Yeah, right, sure. How do we even know they’re really soulmates?” His tone was mocking, sending a pang of pain through Jimin’s heart. “I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a lie. Isn’t there some bullshit about tattoos appearing? I see no tattoos.”

“It’s on our backs,” Jimin whispered.

“Likely story.”

Jin cleared his throat. He looked to Jiwoong. “I apologize for asking, but would it be alright if I showed….”

“Yes, of course,” she said.

Jin rose and turned to face the wall, his back to Sungmin. He unbuttoned his shirt halfway, letting it fall from his shoulders just enough to expose his upper back, and the beautiful tattoo imprinted along it. He remained still for a few moments before pulling his shirt back up and rebuttoning it.

“It’s so pretty,” Jiwoong said. “Yours matches, Minie?”

“Yep, it’s the opposite but the same.” Jimin rose and repeated Jin’s actions, turning away from the table and lifting his sweater up until his tattoo was visible.

“Are those tentacles?” Jiwoong asked.

“Mhm, Jin loves sea creatures.” Jimin smiled proudly as he dropped his sweater and turned back around. He sat down and looked at his father. “We have our marks. It’s not a lie. It’s meant to be, simple as that.”

“It’s disturbing. Mark or not. It’s unnatural.”

“Now is not the time, Sungmin,” Jiwoong said firmly.

“You don’t tell me if it is the time or not. This is my house and my table.”

Jimin’s heart sank. He shook his head and rose. “This was a mistake.”

“Jimin,” Jiwoong whispered.

“We shouldn’t have come. We can go.”

“No, you shouldn’t go,” Jiwoong said, glaring when Sungmin huffed. “You’re my son, and you found your soulmate. I’m honored to have you both at my table.” She rose and scooped Jimin into a hug. “Don’t go.”

“Mom… I don’t want to cause trouble for you.”

“Oh, quit bellyaching like this is some horrible house,” Sungmin growled. “Sit your ungrateful ass down and eat the dinner your mother and grandmother have been slaving away to prepare.”

Jimin looked at his mom, who smiled softly and nodded. He took a seat again. Jin reached over under the table, catching his hand and squeezing it firmly, a warm comfort to Jimin. He relaxed a little at Jin’s touch and picked his drink up, sipping it.

The tension at the table was thick and heavy. Despite his insistence on Jimin and Jin remaining, Sungmin continued to glower at them silently throughout dinner. Jiwoong and Jimin’s grandmother did their best to lighten things, asking about Jin’s life and how the two met.

Dinner shifted into dessert, and Sungmin rose from the table without any, citing being sick to his stomach. Jimin knew the reality behind that phrase; the sickness was likely nothing to do with the food and everything to do with him, but tried not to let it bother him. Instead he focused on the people that truly cared about him.

“Well, one less plate to wash after dessert then,” Jimin’s grandmother said. She clapped her hands together. “Jin, you help me get desserts.”

Jin nodded eagerly. He rose and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s cheek before heading into the kitchen.

Jiwoong reached over the table and grabbed Jimin’s hand. “I really like him, Jimin.”

Tears welled in Jimin’s eyes. “Really?” He whispered.

She frowned a little. “Why are you crying, baby?”

Jimin laughed a little, coughing back his tears. “This past year with Jin’s been the happiest of my life so far. I wanted nothing more than to share it with you guys. But I was so afraid. I knew Dad and… I knew it was weird for you. I don’t know that you can realize how much that means to me. You just liking him.”

Jiwoong smiled softly. “Come here.” Jimin rose and sank to his knees next to her chair, wrapping his arms around her middle. He buried his face in her stomach, letting himself cry softly as she embraced him, soothing his hair back.

“He’s a part of you, Minie. And it shows. I wondered if soulmates were real, not finding mine – It seems like such a fairy tale. Seeing my son not only find his… But seeing just how beautiful the connection is, how perfect you two fit together… It gives me hope for so much. He’s a good man, Jimin. He loves you and he’s kind and he’s so well spoken. He’s your perfect match. Don’t think I didn’t see the way he was able to soothe your temper. The way just a touch relaxed you or made you smile. I love him too, Jimin. Just one day – and I can say with confidence that I love him and he will always be a part of this family.”

“Thank you,” Jimin whispered, hugging her a little tighter. He pulled back and looked up, laughing a little when she dabbed away his tears with a napkin like she did when he was a child. “Thank you,” he said again.

“Go sit back down now, Jin’s going to panic if you’re weeping when he returns.”

Jimin laughed a little and nodded, rising and heading back to his seat.

Jin and his grandmother returned carrying the desserts, and Jimin hurried to clear off the dinner foods so they could set them down. Jin didn’t miss the moment to steal a kiss from Jimin as he set the pie near to his plate, offering a gentle smile.

“Your eyes are red.”

“Nothing bad,” Jimin promised. Jin nodded and settled back into his seat.

“Do you think we should open gifts tonight or tomorrow?” Jiwoong asked as she dished up desserts for Jimin and Jin.

“Let the kids open one tonight,” Jimin’s grandmother said. She tsked when Jin shook his head no to a slice of pumpkin pie, and Jin only smiled. “I’m quite full from your dinner, I’m okay, I’ll have some of the pudding though,” he conceded.

“We’re okay waiting until tomorrow too,” Jimin offered, taking his plate. “Dad might be in a better mood…”

“Oh, screw him,” Jiwoong said simply. Jimin’s eyes widened of their own volition. His mother – though not entirely timid – was rarely so blunt. “We’ll have dessert then go sit by the tree. You kids can open a gift or two and then we’ll do our gifts in the morning.”

Jimin laughed a little. “We’re in our twenties, Mom. We aren’t exactly excited kids.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jin said, swallowing a spoonful of the sweet chocolate dessert on his plate. “I’m ecstatic about Christmas. It’s such an interesting holiday.”

“Did your family not celebrate?” Jimin’s grandmother asked. Jin shook his head no.

“They were quite conservative and traditional. We didn’t do any sort of Christian celebrations.”

“Buddhist?” Jiwoong assumed. Jin confirmed. “I don’t have a specific religion now, but it was the way I was raised.”

“We’re not too strict here. No religious services. But the giving is nice and we love excuses to see family,” Jiwoong said. “Are you sure you won’t have pie? Surely you’re still hungry.”

Jin shook his head. “I’m okay, I promise. This dinner was delightful.”

“Glad you enjoyed it. I’m sorry for my husband…”

“Don’t be. You can’t control him, and you’re not at fault for his bad behavior. Jimin warned me that he likely wouldn’t be very welcoming. It’s okay.”

“You’re an understanding young man, Jin. What is it you’re doing? Are you going to school with Minie?”

“No. Right now I’m studying to become a chef. I love cooking. So I toil away at home with piles of food while poor Jimin studies his brain to mush.” Jin teased, and Jimin beamed.

“I get to eat all that good food after I get home from school. He’s making me gain weight,” he pouted.

“Good, about time you put on a few pounds,” Jimin’s grandmother scolded without much venom. “Finish your pie.”

“Yes, Gramma.”

“Are you and Jimin living together then?” Jiwoong asked.

“Yes. We moved in together pretty quickly after we met and the soulmate marks appeared. It felt like the right thing to do.”

“And you said you were living next to him?”

Jin nodded. “Yes, very close neighbors. We brushed hands one evening in the hallway and later that week discovered we’d both ended up with marks. Everything after that was a whirlwind.” Jin smiled fondly at Jimin and reached out, swiping a bit of whip cream from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s a fairytale,” Jiwoong said. “And your friends, Minie?”

“Hobi and Tae love him. Tae was concerned for a bit, especially since he’s a bit older than me, but he grew on them.”

“Tae is a good boy. He needs to come with you to visit more often.”

“I’ll tell him you said so. I think Hoseok is going to propose to him soon honestly.”

“Oh that’s lovely. What about you, Jin? You going to propose to Jimin soon?” Jiwoong teased. Jimin groaned, his cheeks pinking up, but Jin grinned.

“Someday.” He said simply.

As the dessert moved forward, tensions lifted more and more. Jimin found himself laughing freely, and the conversation between the four moved along with no awkward pauses. He and Jin helped his mother and grandmother clean up, packaging up the food and portioning some into leftovers that they insisted the boys bring home. The four settled into the living room and Jimin got a fire started in the fireplace.

Jin settled as close as he could to the warmth of the fire; even in human form the cold-blooded nature of his snake side made him seek warmth in any way. Jimin snuggled next to him, relieved that his Mother and grandmother barely blinked at the two’s intimate position. It felt natural and safe. It was just nice.

Jiwoong poured them all a small glass of bourbon, insisting on it as she put on some soft music. They chatted once more, laughing as the alcohol warmed their insides just as much as the fire warmed their outsides.

Jimin’s grandmother insisted they open a few of the gifts under the tree, pressing some boxes into their hands. They each received lovely scarves and nice sweaters, and Jimin was gifted a beautiful set of silver rings. Jin received a set of handmade soaps and other high-end self-care items, which he was almost comically excited about.

As things wound down, and Jimin stifled more than a few yawns behind his hand, the four exchanged hugs and went their separate ways to sleep. Jin held Jimin for a few minutes outside of his door, and Jimin was grateful. Though things calmed down quickly after Sungmin had stormed off, there was still a weight on Jimin’s chest. Anxieties about the impending divorce, about even the next morning when his father would surely be back to his impossible ways, about spending a night without Jin – something he’d not done since they found each other. Jin departed only after kissing him long and hard, firmly enough that Jimin’s mouth ached after he left. He entered his childhood bedroom, changing into a pair of pajama pants and no shirt before curling up in the bed to try and seek some sleep.

And it almost worked, until his door creaked open just an hour or two after he laid down. Jimin rolled over, smiling a little, expecting Jin. “Couldn’t sleep without me?” He asked, opening his eyes.

The door shut and the light flicked on. Jimin’s father stood in front of the door. His eyes were bloodshot and Jimin could smell the alcohol seeping from his pores.

“Dad—” Jimin sat up, his heart skipping a few beats. This was bad. “What are you doing?”

“You ruined my life,” Sungmin growled. Jimin rose from the bed, circling around it with his hands up.

“Dad, please – You’re drunk. Can we talk about this in the morning?”

“You ruined everything!” Sungmin repeated. He stepped forward, a staggered movement.

Panic bubbled up in Jimin’s throat. He wanted to scream, or run. But screaming would do no good – and running wasn’t an option; his father was blocking his only safe exit.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Jimin tried. Perhaps submission was the way to go.

“You aren’t. You will be.”

“Please, Dad, I didn’t mean to make things hard. I’m sorry.”

Sungmin staggered toward Jimin once more. His hands went to his belt, the click of metal as he unhooked the belt as loud as a gunshot to Jimin’s panicked mind. His breath caught against the lump of bile rising in his throat.

“Don’t do this. Please, I’m too old for you to beat on like this. I’m only here one night, then I’m gone, you don’t need to do this,” Jimin tried once more. It was a desperate final attempt.

“You never learned your lesson, Jimin. I tried to teach you,” Sungmin said. He stepped forward again, forcing Jimin to take a step back. Jimin swallowed hard. He tried to dart around Sungmin, but Sungmin was too fast. His arm shot out and he grabbed Jimin’s throat, slamming him back. His feet tangled and he cried out as he went down, the hard wood stinging his tailbone. He scrambled to his feet, only to be met with a hard, open palmed strike against his cheek.

“Please,” he whispered.

“I’m going to teach you again,” Sungmin growled. He yanked his belt out of the loops, the snap of leather bringing unpleasant goosebumps to Jimin’s skin.

“Stop, please, Dad!” Jimin cried out. Sungmin slapped him again, snapping his head to the side. He tasted blood from his tongue, accidentally biting it on the strike. The next hit came without warning, a closed, meaty fist impacting Jimin’s jaw. He shouted, stumbling back as his vision greyed dangerously.

“Dad—”

The belt struck him like a whip. It hit his arm first, the end whipping around to strike his bare back. It began to sting instantly and Jimin whimpered.

“Stop—” His plea fell on deaf ears as another blow landed, this one lower on his back. Sungmin lumbered forward and grabbed his arm, twisting and shoving him hard.

Jimin stumbled and went down on his knees, crying out when Sungmin struck him once more with the belt three times in rapid succession. He heard the clink of the buckle and took the chance to flip over onto his ass, scrambling back as quickly as he could. His father had flipped the belt, the heavy, sharp edged buckle glinting as he wrapped the other end around his fist. His eyes were large and wild.

“I’m going to make sure you never wreck things again,” he snarled. He raised it up and Jimin covered his face, bracing for the pain and inevitable blood.

It never came.

Instead, Sungmin shouted and Jimin heard a deadly hiss. His eyes snapped open.

Jin was in the doorway, his snake form fully on display. Sungmin’s arm was raised, held up by one of Jin’s thick tentacles, the belt dangling limply from his fist as the tentacle squeezed his wrist.

Another tentacle shot out, wrapping around Sungmin’s throat and slamming him against the wall hard enough to shake it.

“How dare you strike him.” Jin said, his voice cold and dry, a rasp that he took on only in his snake form.

Sungmin struggled to breathe, his free hand clawing at Jin’s tentacles.

“What—What are you?” He choked out.

“Your worst fucking nightmare.” Jin squeezed tighter. He yanked Sungmin forward and coiled around him, teeth bared as Sungmin struggled helplessly. Jimin heard the sickening crack of some of his less thick bones – likely ribs.

“Let me go you freak,” Sungmin rasped.

“I’m going to rip your fucking throat out,” Jin snarled. “What gives you the right to hurt him?”

“He’s my son—” His defense was cut off when Jin’s grip tightened both on his throat and his body.

“He is not. You’re less than human,” Jin spat. Sungmin struck out with his free arm, clawing Jin’s face.

He hissed, the rest of his tentacles shooting out and grabbing the struggling man. Jin’s torso shot forward and Sungmin screamed, only to be muffled as a tentacle wrapped around his head like a gag.

Jimin struggled to wipe his tears and focus on the fight in front of him, but all he could see were tentacles and scales.

A wet rip echoed though the room, like a strip of raw steak shredding. His father seemed to gag and gargle. A tentacle shot out, throwing the door to Jimin’s closet opened. The familiar portal opened, and this time Jimin could see through it. Whatever place was on the other side looked like a nightmare. He could see creatures with large, leathery wings, a deserted, reddish landscape, smoke and dust obscuring the portal every few seconds. Jin released Sungmin from his tail, holding him up with his tentacles. Jimin could see bright red blood dripping down his shirt, staining it a sickening crimson. The tentacles arched back, holding Sungmin’s struggling form as if it were nothing, and threw.

Jimin watched his father get swallowed up by the portal seconds before it closed.

Jin turned to him, and panic bubbled up in Jimin’s throat. He sobbed brokenly, scrambling backwards. Jin’s eyes were nearly entirely black, blood staining his face and chest.

“Jimin— Fuck—” Jin shifted back into his human form quickly and sank to his knees, bowing low until his forehead touched the ground. “I’m so sorry, Jimin – Please don’t cry.”

“Don’t hurt me—” Jimin whispered.

“No!” Jin cried, looking up at him. “Never, Jimin, please – I’m sorry.” Jin looked close to tears himself, desperation coloring his voice. “He was hurting you—”

Jimin nodded, still shaking visibly. “He was going to kill me.”

“I heard you scream, I—I lost control.”

“Jin—The blood—”

“You— You bit him…”

“I—” Jin hesitated. “It just happened. It’s the monster – Side of me, I’m sorry, I—”

Jimin crawled forward slowly, sniffling. He reached out for Jin, touching a spot on his cheek not covered in blood.

“Shift,” he whispered. “Hold me.”

“Are you sure? You’re scared, I can smell it…”

“I’m terrified,” Jimin admitted.

“So—”

“Remind me,” Jimin said. “Remind me that you won’t hurt me.”

Jin nodded then, seeming to understand. He obeyed, the cool coils of his tail surrounding Jimin quickly. His tentacles cocooned Jimin as well, forming a loose, fleshy cage from the outside world.

Jimin was tense, but leaned into Jin’s touch. He pressed his head to his chest, listening to the rapid glug of his heart. His own heart began to slow down as the adrenaline wore down, and he was able to process through what he had just seen. He wrapped his arms around Jin, moving closer.

“How can you stand here,” Jin whispered. “After seeing me lose control like that—”

“You saved me, Jin,” Jimin whispered. “You saved me and Mom.”

Jimin looked up, smiling softly. “You didn’t need to bite him though… Still hungry? You should’ve had that piece of pumpkin pie.”

Jin hesitated for a second before laughing in a sort of desperate surprise.

“You don’t hate me?”

“No. Thank you for coming in when you did,” Jimin whispered, hugging Jin once more.

“I was coming in to lay with you, I couldn’t sleep. I heard you scream and I—I saw red. I couldn’t stop the change. I knew you were in danger, I—”

“He was going to kill me tonight, Jin. I know it. That look, I’ve – I’ve never seen it before.”

“He can’t hurt you now. He can’t escape there.”

The reality of what had just happened hit Jimin suddenly, and he sagged in the center of Jin’s coil. Tears blurred his vision and he began to sob, holding tight to Jin’s torso as he did.

Jin said nothing more, only holding him and petting his hair down. He tightened his coil a bit more, keeping Jimin firmly against his body. Jimin felt an additional warmth spread over him, and he realized it was a blanket from his bed. Jin leaned forward, resting on his own coil as they embraced.

Jimin’s sobs faded into soft whimpers, exhaustion flooding in and overruling the anxiety and stress of the previous few minutes. He shifted, resting on one of the thicker parts of Jin’s coil, almost like a seat. He didn’t want Jin to let go. And – if Jin’s closed eyes were any indicator – Jin didn’t want to either. But this wasn’t safe.

“We could get caught,” Jimin whispered.

“I’ll lock the door.”

“You’re covered in blood. And so am I,” Jimin explained. Jin opened his eyes and sighed.

“I suppose you’re right. I’m not leaving you alone tonight, Jimin.”

“What are we going to tell my mother?”

“I can handle that.” Jin shifted back, reluctantly letting go of Jimin. “But you’re right; we should get cleaned up.”

“Give me your shirt,” Jimin said. Jin obeyed, stripping out of his bloodied white sleeping shirt. Jimin balled it up, wiping his chest and neck free of as much blood as he could manage. “I’ll be right back.”

He slipped out of the room and went to the bathroom, wetting the shirt with some soap and water. He tried his best to wash the blood out, scowling at it when it wouldn’t come clean. He washed himself in the mirror, making sure there was no more blood on his face or chest. He could see bruises appearing where his father had struck him, and a quick peek revealed the same on his back – long strips of bruising and welting where the belt had struck. He sighed softly.

He returned to the room, using the wet shirt to clean Jin’s face and neck. Once clean, the claw marks that his father had left on Jin’s cheek were more obvious. He touched them, wincing.

“It doesn’t hurt too bad.” Jin said, grabbing his hand and kissing it.

“I can’t get the blood out of the shirt.” Jimin lamented.

“No concern.” Jin waved his hand, opening another portal and tossing the shirt in. “Problem solved.”

“One at least.” Jimin tried to remain calm, but his anxiety was getting the best of him. Seeming to sense this, Jin scooped Jimin close, kissing him hard. Jimin could taste a bitter, iron-y tang on his lips, driving home exactly what happened. “Jin—” Jimin whispered.

“Are you scared of me?” Jin asked.

“No, I…” Jimin drifted off. “Why did you bite him? Are you… I mean do you crave… That?”

“No. It’s instinct in fights unfortunately. But I’m not interested in eating people. I’m sorry I frightened you.”

“You didn’t,” Jimin assured him. “I just… Wanted to know.”

“I promise the only bite I’ll take of you is the fun kind,” Jin said softly. Jimin chuckled. He slid his hands over Jin’s arms. “Shift again. Lock the door.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’ve never hesitated before…”

“You’ve never seen that side of me before.”

“Fair enough,” Jimin said. “I am sure. I think I need it tonight.”

Jin locked the door and shifted, coiling around Jimin. Jimin began to stroke his tail, closing his eyes as he ran his fingers lightly up and down the smooth, cool scales. As he did, he could feel a gentle bulge building where he knew Jin’s cocks were in this form. He smiled a little and reached down, brushing his finger over the slit they slid from.

Jin shuddered. “Jimin—”

Jimin dipped his finger into the slit, feeling Jin’s half hard topmost cock. He met his gaze. “It’s okay. I want to.” He withdrew his finger and began to grind against Jin’s crotch, kissing him gently as he did. Soon, Jin’s cocks slipped from the slit, bumping Jimin’s own hardening cock through the thin fabric of his pajamas. Jin nudged him to get him around, his hands shaking ever so slightly.

Jimin turned as well as he could in the center of Jin’s coil. He leaned on the topmost ring, absentmindedly stroking the smooth scales as Jin’s hands and tentacles made quick work of his pajamas. The all good familiar slick, dribbling from his tentacle, ran down Jimin’s ass. They never used lube anymore; this was all they needed. The two midsized tentacles worked his ass open with ease. He opened his mouth, and Jin slid his thicker tentacle in, the suckers tickling Jimin’s tongue as he sucked on it.

Almost too soon, he was ready. Jin’s tentacles slipped free.

“One or both?” Jin asked.

The tentacle slipped from Jimin’s mouth so he could speak.

“If I were a Naga mate... Would this be how we’d breed?” Jimin asked instead.

“Yes. You’d face me — But we’d be wrapped in our coils like this.”

“Would you use one cock or both?”

“Both. Maximum chances to mate.”

“Then use both,” Jimin said simply.

Jin groaned. The tentacles did the work, lifting Jimin just enough and spreading his cheeks to drop him onto Jin’s thick, throbbing cocks. Jimin squealed, shuddering hard.

“And if I were a monster—“ Jimin asked, beginning to lazily wiggle and flex around Jin’s cocks.

“My tentacles, as you know.”

“Better get them in me then,” Jimin smirked when Jin’s throat clicked.

“I am your mate. I want to make all sides of you feel good.”

“Fuck...”

Jimin groaned when one thin and one mid-sized tentacle slid into his already stretched hole. The thin one immediately coiled around Jin’s human shaped cock, while the other snaked deep inside him until his body cramped. Only then did it stop and begin swelling, already pumping fluid slowly into his guts.

Jimin moaned. The tentacle curled around Jin’s cock had begun to shift.

“Are you jerking off inside of me?”

“Mhm... Do you like it?”

“It feels so good,” Jimin panted, slumping down further. “Keep going...”

The tentacle twisted, wrapping around both cocks. It stroked them in sync. The other midsized tentacle slid down Jimin’s throat as soon as he opened his mouth to moan, and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. He began to suck on it, grumbling happily when Jin’s second thin tentacle opened up, swallowing down Jimin’s cock like a hot, wet mouth.

“That’s it, Minie,” Jin cooed, wrapping his arms around Jimin. “Just let go, let yourself float. I’ll take care of everything.”

Jimin obeyed. His eyes slipped shut, focusing on the overflow of physical sensations all over his body. The tentacle deep in his body had swollen to its maximum, essentially acting as a plug while it pumped fluid in lazy drizzles. The one down his throat was also dribbling fluid, and Jimin swallowed with no thought.

And of course Jin’s body. The coils flexed and tightened, making Jimin’s heart skip a beat. In all the times they’d made love - they had never done so in this form. Jin was always too scared of hurting him. But here - this was perfect.

Jimin barely felt himself come, despite his instinctive cry and shudder. His mind felt miles away, floating along as Jin used his body. It was unbelievable.

Jimin lost track of the number of orgasms be had; and the amount of come and fluid Jin had released inside him. He was distinctly aware of his boated stomach, a sure sign that Jin was nearly done.

“I got you a present,” Jin whispered in his ear. Jimin could feel his cocks throbbing, spilling a load deep into him. The tentacle down his throat slithered out and Jimin dragged in a breath.

“What is it?”

“I was going to wait until we got home... I hid it in your bag...” Jin shifted, making Jimin groan as his overextended stomach moved. Jin snagged his bag and dug around in a front compartment, pulling out a semi-bulky black box. He opened it to reveal a thick silver anal plug.

Jimin moaned. “Please—“ He begged. His biggest regret after their lovemaking was always losing everything inside him, feeling so empty after.

“Just relax,” Jin whispered he began to push the plug in alongside his cocks. The tentacle slipped out, a little further. He began to pull his cocks free at the same time he worked the plug in. The plug popped in at the same time his tips slid out and Jimin cried out sharply.

“Good or too much?” Jin worried.

“Good,” Jimin panted. “I can’t— I’m gonna pass out,” he admitted, the floaty feeling still present.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.” Jimin’s body went limp in Jin’s arms. He was vaguely aware of Jin shifting back and catching him before he could fall. He scooped him into his arms and laid him in the bed, carefully lying next to him.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

Jimin wanted to answer, but couldn’t find the strength. He closed his eyes, his face twisting of its own volition. Tears welled behind closed lids and he whimpered.

“Oh, Jimin,” Jin whispered. He pulled him close and held him tight, tugging the blankets over them. “Breathe.”

Jimin grabbed at Jin’s back, crying against his chest. He wasn’t fully aware of why he was crying. His father, maybe; the reality of losing him settling in. Jin’s love – even to the point of doing something otherwise entirely out of character for him… It was all so much.

Jimin cried until his belly ached and he was so tired he couldn’t open his eyes. And Jin remained with him, stroking his hair, hugging him, no matter how he shifted or sobbed. When he could do no more, he reached for a tissue, laughing brokenly when Jin presented one to him. He sat up and blew his nose, his mind and body finally feeling like they were in one piece again.

“Do you want to talk?” Jin asked softly when Jimin met his gaze.

“Not really.”

“That’s okay. Are you alright? Can I help with anything?”

“I just… I – I don’t know.”

“I’m going to walk away for just a few seconds, okay? I need to get you something to drink and eat.”

“Don’t go!” Jimin said a little desperately, grabbing onto Jin’s arm.

Jin sighed, chewing his lip. “Well, alright, let’s get pants on you; you come with me.” He rose, letting Jimin hang off him, as he dug in his bag.

“Do you need the plug taken out?” He worried.

Jimin looked down, seeing the small bulge of his stomach, still present. “Probably… I should… Bathroom.”

“We’ll stop there on the way. Where do your mother and grandmother sleep? Could they have heard the noise?”

“Ground floor – I doubt it… Walls are thick.”

Jin nodded again. He grabbed Jimin’s boxers and handed them to him, heading toward the door. “They wouldn’t come up here right? You can make it to the bathroom without putting those on?”

Jimin nodded. He let Jin guide him out of the bedroom to the bathroom. Jin stood back by the door, letting Jimin head to the shower.

“Do you want me to help?” Jin asked. Jimin shook his head no, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He desperately did – he didn’t want to be away from Jin for a second, but maybe a few minutes away could let his mind un-fog itself.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. In the few minutes that it took him to clean himself – and the tub – from the aftermath of their lovemaking – he was ready to start sobbing again.

“Jin,” he called, hating the desperation in his voice. Jin was there in a second, leaning into the shower.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really.”

“How much did you wash? Where can I help?”

“Dry off,” Jimin mumbled. His arms felt too heavy to move, and all he wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry. Jin reached in and shut off the water, leaning over to grab a towel and help Jimin out of the shower. He dried him off without a word and got him back into his boxers. Gently, he pressed a kiss to Jimin’s mouth.

“I’m right here.” Jin guided him down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a small bowl and spoon. He doled out some of the pudding and other sweets before settling Jimin into a chair. He stroked Jimin’s cheek and scooped some up. Jimin grimaced.

“I feel like a baby.”

“Never. You’re just… You went through a lot today. I’m here for you.”

“You always are,” Jimin whispered. He let Jin feed him a bite of pudding.

“We can talk tomorrow,” Jin said. “I know you might need to process things.”

Jimin nodded. He ate quietly, moving a little closer so his knee touched Jin’s as he did. He felt ridiculous, but knew Jin was right. He didn’t know how he was going to face his mother and grandmother tomorrow.

After eating, Jin washed the dishes and put them away, and guided Jimin back up to his room, lying with him.

“Get some sleep, if you can.”

Jimin snuggled tight to his chest, sighing softly. Jin remained with him, holding him as he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

The next morning, Jin pressed a kiss to Jimin’s mouth as he woke. “I have to go back to my room now.”

“I still don’t want you to go,” Jimin admitted.

“Are you still feeling how you were last night?”

“Yes and no. I think things have set in, but I don’t feel so … Weird and floaty.”

“Do you want to talk?”

“About?”

Jin blinked, seemingly waiting for Jimin to figure it out. The memories of Jin, covered in his father’s blood, slipped back into his mind. “Right.”

“I understand if you dislike me for what I did.”

“He was my dad.”

Jin nodded, guilt coloring his expression.

“But he was trying to kill me. He was beating mom. If you hadn’t…. I don’t know what he would have done. He was my dad, but he wasn’t a good man. What you did was justified. But what do we tell Mom? Gramma?”

“Let me handle it.”

“What will you say?”

“He was beating on you. I came in and broke it up, he clawed me, I hit him… He ran off. Simple as that. No proof to say otherwise. We were the only ones in the room and he’s not getting back from that world. Likely… He’s not breathing at this moment.”

Jimin hesitated for a moment, letting the words sit and sink in. He nodded. “Okay. I’ll follow your lead.”

Jin rose. He kissed Jimin once more and slipped out of the room and down the hall to his own room. Jimin rose and dressed, heading to the bathroom to comb his hair. He grimaced at the bruise on his jaw, dark and angry, and wished he’d brought along makeup to cover it. He sighed a little and fixed his hair, trying all he could to draw less attention to it. He went down the stairs, met with the scent of breakfast. Quietly, he peeked into the kitchen, his heart swelling a little. His mother was laughing brightly, stirring something in a bowl. His grandmother was flattening patties of rice, nodding along to something that was said earlier.

Jiwoong caught sight of Jimin peeking in and grinned. “Get in here, you. Come try this.” Jimin entered fully, and Jiwoong’s smile drooped, seeing his jaw.

“So that was the noise I heard last night.”

Jimin’s own smile faded. He hung his head. “I—”

“Did he leave after?” She asked.

“Jin—He came in hearing me shout. He was beating me with a belt,” Jimin whispered. He pushed him off and they fought and he hurt Jin but Jin… Punched him, hard. He ran off when Jin threatened the cops.”

Jiwoong sighed and then nodded. “Good. He won’t be welcome back in this house if he returns.”

“Isn’t it his? He always said…”

She chuckled. “This was never his house. Your Gramma and Grandpa purchased it for us when we decided to move.”

Jimin’s grandmother smirked behind her. “She’s lucky I didn’t kick his abusive ass to the curb before then. Come on, let me see if I can find something for that bruise. Are you hurt anywhere else?” She asked, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Some cuts on my back from the belt and Jin’s got a scratch on his face.”

“Alright, we’ll get those cleaned up too. Where’s your knight in shining armor.”

“Getting ready in his room, I think.”

She guided Jimin into the bathroom and settled him onto the toilet, setting about digging in some of the cupboards.

“Is it difficult?” His grandmother asked.

“What?”

“Him not being human.”

Jimin’s stomach dropped into his bladder. “Wh—What? Who isn’t human?” He stuttered.

Jimin’s grandmother smiled knowingly. “You don’t need to pretend. I know he’s Naga.”

“How?”

“Nagas are different. They move different, sound different. I saw his scales too – across his nose. And he smells like a snake, even with his cologne. What made me confident was the tattoo… Your tentacles have scales on them, very faintly. I’m not sure why there’s tentacles, or if he really is just fond of sea life… But I know he’s not human. I also know your father didn’t leave last night.”

She tugged his shirt up. Jimin pulled it off. He swallowed hard. Tears welled in his eyes. “Gramma—”

“I won’t tell. Good riddance, in my opinion. How did he do it though? Generally after Nagas feast they are unable to change back for a while…”

“He didn’t eat him, he… Threw him. Into another dimension.”

“I didn’t know Nagas had that ability.”

“They don’t. He’s half… Monster. He was… I met him because he was haunting my room. In my new apartment. The monster in my closet… God that sounds insane.”

“I believe you. Is he okay?”

“He’s fine – He fits in perfectly. I just… How did you know?”

“When I was young… I met one of his kind. He was far less friendly, but I learned a lot. His secret is safe with me.” She began to apply ointment to the cuts on his back.

“Thank you, Gramma.”

“Jimin?” Jin called.

“Bathroom,” Jimin returned.

Jin slipped in, smiling softly. “You okay?”

“I’m good. I let them know about Dad… But Gramma…”

Jin met her gaze. “You know.”

“I do. I have for a while.”

“I thought you might… You looked at me strange the first time we met. Do you know then…”

“About what you did to that bastard my daughter married? Yes. And I thank you for it. They will both be better off. Come sit, let met fix your face.”

“Nah, I heal fast; probably by tomorrow. Thank you though. Is your daughter okay?” He asked.

“She was so happy this morning,” Jimin commented. “Was it because Dad…”

“Yes, honestly. When that creature isn’t around, she is entirely different. You boys did good. He never would have left us alone, even in Busan. Come on, let’s get back out there to eat.”

Jimin and Jin followed her back out. Jimin walked up to his mom and hugged her tight. “We’ll be happy,” he whispered. “I know, baby. I’m sorry he hurt you.”

“It was worth it. Seeing Jin defend me…”

Jiwoong smiled softly, looking at Jin. “He’s a good boy. Sit down, eat some breakfast and then we’ll open gifts.”

Jimin nodded and sat down next to Jin. He leaned over and kissed him gently.

Breakfast went smoothly and without argument, but with plenty of laughter. Gifts were the same, lots of laughter and sharing. Jimin and Jin were passed a few of the gifts belonging to Sungmin, and if Jimin was being honest with himself… His presence was not missed even a little. He’d never seen his mother smile or laugh so much, and he felt free and able to be himself for the first time in many years in his childhood home. Instead of being eager to go home, as he usually was after family meals – Jimin found himself wishing he could stay longer. He understood what had happened; the reality of what Jin did had sunken in at this point. But he was alright with it. His mother was so much happier now, he felt happier. Though he’d lost a parent, he – and his family – had gained freedom. And it was all thanks to his soulmate.

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