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theharrowing · 2 years ago

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The Ghost of You on My Skin

Jungkook and Jimin travel to a remote island in hopes that the trip will allow them to unwind and reconnect. When their plans turn on them and they wind up lost in the woods, they seek refuge with a mysterious stranger who opens their eyes to a world of desire beyond anything they have experienced before.

🐍 Jungkook x Jimin x Yoongi 🐍 word count: 11k 🐍 established relationship, strangers to lovers, monster fucker au, a hint of angst, smut, pwp, fluff, poly, slash, nsfw, 21+ 🐍 warnings: 🕊 dead dove! fear kink! slight pain kink! vore simulation! shapeshifting, vampire biting & sucking, werewolf attacking & fucking, snake swallowing & double-dick fucking, tentacle fucking. top yoongi, bottom jungkook & jimin, being overwhelmed and overstimulated, oral & anal sex, spit-roasting, subspace, threesome, mild dubcon bc yoongi uses magic to calm them, jungkook & jimin bicker a bit to set up the incredibly flimsy plot. 🐍 notes: the monster fucking in this fic gets intense at times, but it is all an illusion, and everyone comes out of it safely. nobody's blood is drained, and the vore is completely simulated. still, if topics like blood and claustrophobia make you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this one. it's tagged as dead dove so the warnings are taken seriously, but this is pretty tame compared to other fics i have with that warning. 🐍 written for the YoonMinKook Fest! 🐍 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading! 🐍 posted jan. 2023; nov. 2022 on ao3 | read on ao3

"Are you sure this is the right way?" Jimin asks sheepishly.

The crunch of dry leaves and twigs falls silent as Jeongguk stops in his tracks and glances around, then back at his map—nothing looks familiar or correct. Beside him, Jimin shivers with the neck of his sweater pulled up to his ears. A wave of frustration washes over Jeongguk, and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"No," Jeongguk says simply. "The map the guide gave us said to go down this path—the same path we walked earlier—but nothing looks right."

"It's already getting late," Jimin mutters beside him, and Jeongguk bites his tongue. He knows it is getting late—he can see with his own two eyes that the sun has set and it is getting dark. He hates himself for feeling adventurous enough to return to the secluded part of the sea that he and Jimin had found earlier in the morning. He is not a teenager anymore; he should know better than to go trampling off into the woods at night. Although the guide wouldn't stop talking about how the moon looks reflected on the sea, from where they are, there may as well not be a moon at all.

Feeling resolved to call this excursion a wash and turn back to their hotel, Jeongguk sighs and lets his arms drop to his sides. "Let's just go back," he mutters, defeated.

So go back they do, down the winding forest path, the exact way they came. Only, as they reach what should be the end of the forest line, Jeongguk slowly passes the flashlight from left to right, realizing they are not where they should be. The trees are just as dense, and nothing looks familiar. Panic rises, but he breathes through it and attempts to get his bearings.

"Something is wrong, isn't it?" Jimin asks meekly from beside him.

"I don't...quite know..." Jeongguk mutters, words fading to ash as he glances ahead and notices, in the near distance, a rectangular light shining between trees. A house. Jeongguk has spotted a house.

Jeongguk knows that the clearing should be to the right, but the house is just off to the left. As if pulled by some invisible string, Jeongguk begins to walk in the direction of the light.

"Wait," Jimin says as Jeongguk feels one of Jimin's hands wrap around his wrist. "That house wasn't there before, was it? Or have we gone the wrong way?"

Jeongguk sighs, feeling his patience wearing thin. It is cold and dark and he just wants to lie down in a bed. "There is only one path, Jimin," he says between his teeth. "How could we have gone the wrong way?"

"I—" Jimin begins, and Jeongguk turns to him, pulling in a slow, deep breath, feeling a fire blaze in his eyes—he is ready to absolutely explode. But then Jimin shrugs and continues, "I don't know. You're right. I don't understand what's going on."

Another sigh, and Jeongguk continues down the path toward the house. If they truly are lost in the woods, then the house is their best bet. Jeongguk feels a strange sense of calm as they get closer—as if suddenly, they are safe, and all the worries they had moments ago have been lifted, inviting them to take shelter.

Jeongguk steps on a particularly large stick, and the loud snap pulls him from his reverie, making Jimin squeak a high-pitched sound.

"Fuck," Jimin mutters under his breath. "I hate this. This is how horror films start."

"This is how they start?" Jeongguk responds with a chuckle. "We came to vacation on a remote island where we are forced to speak in broken English. We were already traversing the realm of how horror movies start."

Jimin giggles beside Jeongguk—a sound that Jeongguk is surprised to hear. It is light and sweet and makes him smile. Despite his frustration, Jeongguk does not mean to have a short fuse with Jimin. Jimin is simply there, in the wake of the storm that is Jeongguk's ebbing and flowing moods. In fact, Jimin's presence is helping to keep Jeongguk grounded, if only a little.

"Let's just see who lives in the house," Jeongguk suggests, turning to Jimin, who gazes at him with wide, loving eyes.

"Sounds good."

"If they seem creepy or weird, we'll get the hell out of there and just...I don't know..." Jeongguk glances around at the seemingly never-ending forest, "...run."

Jimin nods, and Jeongguk leads the way. The hand on Jeongguk's wrist slides down to his hand, and they lock fingers, holding one another tightly as they traverse uneven ground, despite the path laid before them. Jeongguk wonders when the last time the occupant of the house has come out to clear the brush.

A sound causes them to halt in their paths. A deep woman's voice, sad sounding and drawling out something long and loud, which Jeongguk can't quite make out—anguished cries. Then, the sound of a guitar joins the voice, and Jeongguk realizes it's music. Jeongguk does not understand the voice—surmises that it must be in Spanish—and worries, suddenly, that the person in the house may not understand them at all.

Still, onward, they trudge, and Jeongguk feels hope bloom in his chest. Something about this just seems to be right, like this is precisely where they are meant to be. Which, Jeongguk realizes, is an absolutely ridiculous way to feel. He reasons that he is still jet-lagged and exhausted, and desperate for warmth.

They approach the front of the small house—which, now that they are closer, seems more like a cabin. Jeongguk hesitates before walking up the short wooden steps to the front door. When he knocks, the door gives and creeks open, and Jeongguk is met with an enticing smell of baked pastries—possibly an apple pie—and the scent of burning logs.

A deep, raspy voice calls, "Por favor, pasen adelante. Están en su casa."

Jeongguk pauses, fist still raised from knocking, but arm feeling weak as it hovers in the air. He does not understand what the occupant of the house is saying, and fear rises as he turns to Jimin.

"I didn't understand."

Jimin shakes his head. "I didn't either."

"Please, come in," the voice calls again, this time in perfect Korean. Jeongguk gasps and turns back to the ajar door with wide eyes as the voice continues, "This is your home."

Jeongguk swallows a lump in his throat, feeling uncertain. "I—"

Just then, a cold gust of wind blows, chilling Jeongguk to the bone. Instinctively, he steps forward, past the threshold, seeking shelter. Jimin follows behind him, and as they shuffle into the entrance, the door closes.

The light is dim, and although there is still music playing in the background, it is far quieter than it was when they approached from outside. There is a warmth coming from a crackling hearth to the right, and to the left, standing near a small wooden table just barely large enough to seat four, is a man.

Jeongguk feels stunned, gazing upon the man, who simply stands and smiles back at them. His skin is pale as a sheet, and his long, tousled curly black hair rests in his eyes, falling to his ears and to his shoulders. Despite being obstructed by a tangle of hair, the man's eyes are dark and piercing, resembling those of a wild feline. His nose is small and round, and his lips—full and soft—are turned up into a grin.

"Welcome, friends," the man says. "My name is Yoongi. I hope you haven't been lost for too long."

Yoongi wears all black, and the fabric is flowing and light, hanging loosely and not of any style that Jeongguk is familiar with. It is almost as if fabric is simply draped over his form with nary a rhyme or reason, in strips and swathes.

"What language were you speaking earlier?" Jimin asks.

Jeongguk turns to find Jimin looking just as mesmerized by Yoongi as he is. There is something about the man. An aura of sorts, perhaps—Jeongguk can't put his finger on it. When he turns back to Yoongi, the man takes a seat at the small, square wooden table. In the center of the table is a large bottle of soju and warm hand pies that smell like apples and cinnamon. Jeongguk blinks heavily and looks around.

"I don't remember those being there when we came in," Jeongguk mutters, mostly to himself.

"It's what you wanted, no?" Yoongi asks sweetly, with a cock of his head.

Jeongguk licks his lips and swallows. It is what he wanted—soju to take the edge off and help him relax after whatever the fuck has just transpired, leading them to this home, and warm apple pie, a comfort food that has calmed Jeongguk since he was a child. The pies are more like pancakes with a rich, warm filling, reminiscent of the very ones he ate growing up, and Jeongguk resists the urge to reach for one.

"Please," Yoongi says, motioning to the items on the table. "Help yourselves."

Jimin wastes no time grabbing the soju and pouring a glass, and something inside Jeongguk lurches, causing him to reach out for Jimin's arm and stop him mid-pour. Jimin angles the bottle upward to stop the flow of liquid, splashing some on the table.

"Jimin, wait. What are you doing?"

"I'm thirsty," Jimin states, eyebrows raised and annoyed. "We've had a long fucking day, I've had you barking at me as if I'm a child, and now I want a drink."

Jimin yanks his arm from Jeongguk's grasp, which Jeongguk loosens to prevent more of a mess from being made, and he stares at Jimin's profile as he returns to pouring himself a glass. Then, Jimin pours a second glass, sets the bottle down, and shoves it toward Jeongguk.

"I didn't mean to talk to you like you're a child," Jeongguk mutters, feeling guilty and defeated. He has been copping an attitude with Jimin, lately, but he can't admit the fault so easily.

"Just drink," Jimin says, holding his glass out to Jeongguk, who sighs and picks his up, tapping it gently on Jimin's in a silent toast—something they always do.

"Sorry," Jimin says, turning to Yoongi, still holding his glass toward Jeongguk. "I'm so rude! I didn't offer you any!"

Yoongi shakes his head and waves his hands in the air. "I don't drink."

Jimin nods and gulps back his soju, but Jeongguk hesitates. Why does Yoongi have soju if he doesn't drink? And how does Yoongi speak perfect Korean and Spanish, and live in a cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere? Jeongguk turns to Yoongi with the intent to ask him one of a myriad of questions that flood him at once, but Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest and winks at Jeongguk, and suddenly, his mind is clear, and he doesn't feel like inquiring.

Sure, the circumstances are strange—to say the least—but he is warm and safe, and he shouldn't worry so much. He can get to know Yoongi in due time; he has all the time in the world. Jeongguk knows this thought process, and the sudden sense of calm is strange, but he sits at the table and drinks back the soju.

The flavor is slightly sweet, and the chill is just right. Jeongguk glances at the label on the bottle, which looks vaguely familiar but not like any brand he can place. He nearly reaches for it, when Yoongi sets plates of hand pies in front of the two of them.

"Eat. You'll need your strength."

Again, Jimin doesn't hesitate.

Jeongguk feels a sense of trepidation, but as he gazes back at Yoongi, it all washes away. It feels as if he is put under some spell—still able to have free will, but with a loss of the fight or flight instincts necessary to make rational, wise decisions. Another glance at Jimin shows him sitting back in his chair with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. He hums happily, then opens his eyes to gaze lovingly at Yoongi.

"It tastes just like mother makes. You're incredible."

A pang of jealousy hits Jeongguk in the gut, and he reaches for his hand pie, feeling a bit sullen. There was a time when the stars in Jimin's eyes shone that brightly for him. When did they begin to dim? He supposes that is the way of relationships; you get comfortable, and you stop feeling all the heart stopping, raw emotions you once felt.

That is, after all, what this vacation is for. To reconnect. To remember why they fell in love in the first place. This trip is meant to bring the two of them back together. Jeongguk wonders if the chance has already passed, entirely.

Distantly, whatever song is on breaks Jeongguk out of his thoughts, and he realizes that the voice is singing in Korean. He wonders when it changed.

Jeongguk barely registers that he has picked up the pie until he takes a bite, breaking the warm, soft dough to reveal a sweet, slightly bitter baked apple inside. He closes his eyes to revel in the moment, taking in a deep breath as he slowly chews, savoring the flavors. It does taste just like his mother used to make.

"What brings the two of you here?" Yoongi asks, and Jeongguk looks up from the pie in his hands—which is, at present, shoved in his mouth. He huffs out air as if to speak, but stops himself when he realizes no words can make it past the pastry.

"A couples retreat," Jimin supplies, sounding much more cheery than he had when he was pouring soju. "We needed a break from the real world to reconnect, and one of Jeongguk's coworkers recommended the resort on this island."

Yoongi smiles and sits forward, resting his elbows on the table and his chin on his hands. "And you found yourselves here."

Jeongguk swallows and takes a sip of soju, then nods. "The man working at the resort gave us a map and told us to venture through the forest to find a deserted beach. We had done so earlier in the day, but when we came back at night, everything seemed...different."

"Shifted," Yoongi says, and Jeongguk nods, feeling a hint of unease that quickly dissipates. "Yes, it does that."

Jeongguk's arms drop, wrists hitting the wooden table. "It...does that?"

Yoongi hums. "It was searching for me; recalibrating until it led you here."

Jeongguk's mouth forms the word what, but no sound comes out. After all, the woods did change around them. The path shifted and brought them straight to this house. It doesn't make any sense at all, but he knows that it is the truth, because there is no other way to explain them getting lost on such a short, easy-to-navigate route.

"Why?" Jimin asks sweetly.

A smirk tugs on Yoongi's lips as he cocks an eyebrow, glancing from Jimin to Jeongguk. "Perhaps the woods felt like you needed me."

Jeongguk's breath hitches. "N-need you?"

Yoongi hums. "I am an ancient being. A harbinger of desire. And tonight, if you let me, I can open your eyes to things you could never possibly experience in the human realm. Once I am finished with you, your bond with one another will be tighter than you could ever imagine."

Despite the urge to chuckle and dismiss what Yoongi is saying, there is an earnestness in his voice that Jeongguk trusts. Or, perhaps, he really is under a spell.

"You've done something to us," Jeongguk manages to blurt, lilting at the end as if to beg a question.

"I have," Yoongi responds. "It's faint, and it doesn't fully take away your free will, but you are charmed to feel calm, and to not be afraid."

"I like it," Jimin says, and Jeongguk turns to find Jimin's cheeks rosy and his soju cup empty.

Jeongguk faintly nods his head—a slow, shallow motion. He likes it, too. Despite wanting to feel upset about having his instincts dulled, he enjoys the lightness it brings him.

"So," Jeongguk says, setting his half-eaten pie onto the plate before him. He picks up his soju and takes a sip, swallowing slowly enough to detect minute changes in the taste, as if it is adjusting itself to taste like every flavor Jeongguk likes most. "You're a god of desire. What does that mean, exactly?"

"It means I can shift objects and the environment inside this cabin into precise things which you desire," Yoongi says simply. He nibbles on his lower lip, adding, "Including myself."

"That's how you speak Korean," Jimin mutters, and Yoongi nods.

"And that's why you look like...that," Jeongguk says.

There is no doubt that Yoongi is the perfect blend of an ideal man for both Jimin and Jeongguk. His height and stature are similar to Jimin's, and he has an almost feminine beauty to him that draws Jeongguk. And he is muscular, with large hands and piercing eyes—traits Jeongguk has no doubt Jimin is fawning over.

"Yes," Yoongi responds. "The desire from the two of you combined created—" Yoongi motions at himself with both hands moving from beside his head, to his hips, and back up. "—this."

"And you expect us to fuck you," Jeongguk responds as his eyes wander over Yoongi's form.

Yoongi stands and places his palms down on the table, and although he is not that tall, Jeongguk feels small—towered over. "I don't expect anything. But you will fuck me. I can feel how badly you want it." Yoongi's eyes flit to Jimin as he adds, "Especially him."

"Can you shift into a werewolf?" Jimin blurts out, and Yoongi snickers as he says, "I can."

Jeongguk feels taken aback and turns to his boyfriend with his mouth agape. "A werewolf?"

Jimin simply shrugs, looking intoxicated and blissful. "I read a lot of fanfic, okay. I don't want to be scented and all that; not like a/b/o. I just want to hear him growl like a monster and feel the knot when he cums."

Stunned and speechless, and completely lost to any of what Jimin just said, Jeongguk stares at him in disbelief. Then, he snaps out of it and drinks back the rest of his soju, feeling resolute. "If you get a werewolf, then I want a vampire."

Jimin gasps and turns to Jeongguk with wide eyes. "Let him drink your blood!"

Perhaps Jeongguk should be embarrassed by the quickness at which arousal floods his senses and rushes to his cock from the thought of vampire Yoongi drinking his blood, but he feels at peace with his kink. Jeongguk looks up at Yoongi, whose upper cuspid teeth sharpen and elongate before his eyes, and he lets out a very horny sigh. Never has he wanted something so badly in his life.

Yoongi turns his attention to Jimin and looks over him with his eyes, and—as if his gaze could physically touch someone—Jimin swoons and runs his hands through his dark brown hair. When Yoongi turns his attention back to Jeongguk, his eyes are shining bright red.

"You can't even begin to imagine how badly he wants to watch me fuck you," Yoongi says as he rounds the table, toward Jeongguk.

Yoongi's clothing seems to have shifted into a ruffled satin shirt tucked into black trousers that are tight around the waist and ankles but loose around the legs. A stereotypical vampire costume, Jeongguk surmises, and he is thrilled with how the trousers hug Yoongi's hips and groin, accentuating a very impressive package. But, of course, it is, Jeongguk thinks, because Yoongi is built to the specifications that the two of them desire.

Jeongguk turns to Jimin and is surprised by how blown out his pupils are—by how his mouth hangs open and he breathes heavily. Jeongguk knows this look; he can practically feel the lust coming from Jimin, himself.

Slowly, Jimin saunters over, hips swishing teasingly. He wears a hoodie and sweatpants because that is what they decided would be appropriate attire for trudging to a beach at which they planned to skinny dip under the full moon, late at night. Still, beneath the bulky black cotton is a taut, muscular frame that brings Jeongguk to his knees, and as he watches Jimin sink down to the hardwood floor on his, Jeongguk breathes in a shaky inhale.

Jimin's small hands rub up Jeongguk's thighs, and his fingers tuck beneath the waistband of his matching black sweatpants, and Jimin slowly begins to tug the garment free. Jeongguk stares down into Jimin's eyes and feels affection burst and bloom in his chest, and all at once, he feels enveloped by love.

In a flash, Yoongi is in Jeongguk's immediate periphery, and suddenly, Yoongi's hands are on Jeongguk's shoulder and neck, drawing him close. Terror quakes through Jeongguk, and he flinches and attempts to step back, but Yoongi mutters, "Not so fast," and Jeongguk feels paralyzed.

Before him, Jimin pulls Jeongguk's pants lower, past his cock, and lower, still, to his knees. Jeongguk attempts to open his hands—tries flexing his fingers—but aside from faint, minute movements, he is stuck in place.

"I have to allow you to feel a little fear if this vampire fantasy is to be believed," Yoongi rasps, lips dragging over Jeongguk's ear and sending a shiver down his spine. "I need your blood to pump quickly, so that when I feast, it will take no time at all to drain you bone-dry."

There is a part of Jeongguk that wants to scream and beg for mercy—demand a new fantasy. But the rest of him shivers with anticipation and need, dizzying him with adrenaline. Jimin's warm, wet tongue slides from the base of Jeongguk's cock, up to the tip, and a shiver quakes up Jeongguk's spine, forcing him to whimper.

"Wh-why me?" Jeongguk asks desperately, playing the part of the distressed damsel.

Plush lips engulf Jeongguk's cock at the same time Yoongi drags his nose across Jeongguk's neck, ghosting warm breath over his skin. Each word punctuates and becomes more insidious as Yoongi growls, "Because you smell...so...good."

Two sharp fangs pierce Jeongguk's neck, and he screams bloody murder. The pain is agonizing—beyond anything Jeongguk has ever felt before—hot and intense and persistent. Jeongguk's knees buckle, but he cannot fall while under Yoongi's spell, and instead hangs in the balance of paralysis while Yoongi continues to slowly sink his fangs deeper.

In one swift movement, Jimin deepthroats Jeongguk's cock, and somehow the pleasure feels so elevated, Jeongguk wonders if his brain might snap and crumble to dust. Yoongi retracts his fangs and sucks at the wound while Jimin slurps Jeongguk's length loudly, and Jeongguk trembles—overwhelmed and dragged to hell from pleasure—as he cums down Jimin's throat with a desperate, broken groan.

"That fast?" Yoongi teases as his tongue flicks over the puncture wounds. Jeongguk shudders, and this time his knees do buckle, and he falls to the floor, caught haphazardly by Jimin, who smiles brightly with spit-slick lips.

Jeongguk looks up at Yoongi, whose chin is covered in blood, then brings a hand quickly to his neck. Although the skin feels damp, the moisture doesn't feel thick like blood, and Jeongguk holds his hand in front of his face, shocked to find there is only saliva. When he looks back at Yoongi, the man is grinning and shifting—his limbs becoming longer, thicker, hairier. He is turning into a werewolf, just for Jimin.

Jimin is on his feet quickly, backing away from where they sat. A feeling of horror surges through Jeongguk as Yoongi surges toward Jimin, and he scrambles to his feet, shedding his pants from around his ankles and pulling his sweater over his head in one swift movement as werewolf Yoongi traps Jimin. Jeongguk can barely make out the look on Jimin's face, but his eyes and posture say he is afraid.

"My, darling what big teeth I have," Yoongi growls—deep and ferocious, like a wild beast.

Jimin's voice cracks as he says, "All the b-better to eat me with," and Yoongi chuckles.

"That's right, little one."

All at once, Jimin is screaming at the top of his lungs while shreds of black fabric are flying in all directions. Jeongguk knows that this is all part of the game—that Jimin is in no real danger, but the sound of his voice sets off alarm bells, causing Jeongguk to hop up onto one of the chairs to get a better look.

Jimin stands with what was once a sweatshirt and pants hanging in tatters from his neck and hips, and Yoongi spins Jimin around, shoving him into a corner that sticks out into the room, while crouching on his hands and knees behind him. Without a word, Yoongi takes Jimin's ass in his massive, hairy hands and spreads his cheeks wide, then licks a stripe over his hole. A loud, desperate moan falls from Jimin's lips, and he trembles as he leans into the edge of the wall.

"Naughty boy isn't wearing any panties," Yoongi growls between lapping his tongue over Jimin's entrance.

"Ahh—easy access," Jimin whimpers as Jeongguk watches Yoongi's long, beastly tongue plunge deep into Jimin's hole.

Jeongguk crawls down from the chair slowly, wanting to be part of the action but still afraid of Yoongi in werewolf form, despite knowing the man is just trying to fulfill their fantasies. As he approaches, Yoongi morphs one hand from the monstrous, sharp-nailed hairy hands to one that looks just like his own. He removes his tongue and presses one long, knobby finger into Jimin's ass, and as Jimin's back bows and he lets out a delicious strangled sob, Jeongguk nearly melts to the floor.

"F-fuck," Jimin whimpers, "how did you—I didn't hear a lube bottle."

Yoongi sucks a dark hickey into Jimin's asscheek and lets the skin go with a pop. "I'm an ancient being, brought here to become anything you desire. You didn't think I wouldn't have self-lubricating fingers, did you?"

Jeongguk drops to his knees and crawls toward Jimin, who lets a hand slide from the wall, which he holds out to Jeongguk. "Here to suck my dick, Ggukie?" he asks in a deep, breathy tone.

"Of course I am, baby," Jeongguk mutters as he opens his mouth wide and lets Jimin shove two fingers down his throat, pressing on his tongue to make his muscles contract and his eyes water.

Jimin pulls his spit-coated fingers from Jeongguks lips and adjusts against the wall just enough to stick his cock out and slap Jeongguk across the lips as he gets into position. Yoongi must be working magic on Jimin because he lets out another deep whine and his legs tremble.

"Open up, Ggukie," Jimin groans, and Jeongguk does as he's told, laying his tongue flat.

Jimin's cock has a heady, salty taste from the precum that dribbles from its tip, and Jeongguk sucks it deep into his throat, swallowing around it with a moan. Jimin whimpers and gasps, rutting into Jeongguk's mouth, and Jeongguk adjusts to the desire to gag and breathes slowly through his nose.

"Do you want to watch as I fuck your pretty boyfriend?" Yoongi asks with a deep growl.

And Jeongguk does—he really does—but Jimin grips onto his hair tightly and shoves his cock so far into Jeongguk's throat that all he can do is focus on keeping a flow of oxygen in his lungs and blood.

"Don't stop, Ggukie," Jimin whines, and Jeongguk does as he is told, relaxing his throat as best as he can—anything to be a good boy.

Fingers come into view on Jimin's hip—long, hair fingers with thick yellowed nails that dig into Jimin's soft skin—and Jimin throws his head back and moans loudly as his body begins to tremble against the wall. Jeongguk can't see what is happening with Jimin's cock lodged in his throat, but he can feel how Jimin quakes from being entered by the monster behind him.

One thing Jeongguk knows is that Jimin will not last. Granted, Jimin likely won't cum in a heartbeat the way he did, but he tends to cum fast the first time, then take a while chasing his second high, which is usually quite euphoric. Jimin's hips have stilled completely, hand tight around Jeongguk's hair but more as a means to keep himself steady than to keep Jeongguk's mouth in place.

"Your boyfriend is so tight, holy fuck," Yoongi growls.

Jeongguk curses Yoongi for being in tune with what he desires, because of course the humiliation of being told how good his boyfriend feels by the stranger whose cock is buried inside him is definitely making the blood rush to his erection.

"Don't you wish it was you fucking him," Yoongi continues to tease.

Jeongguk sucks in hard, pulling a deep, strangled moan from Jimin's throat, and then he pulls his head back, letting Jimin's cock slip from between his lips, covered in saliva that connects in streaks from the tip to Jeongguk's lips.

"Nah," Jeongguk rasps, "I've fucked him plenty. He's all yours."

"Shut the fuck up," Jimin whines as he grips Jeongguk's hair harder and yanks him close, face colliding with his spit-slick length. This is another thing that gets them both going—playing indifference to make the other become mean. "Suck this fucking dick," Jimin groans, and Jeongguk allows him to grind his face against his cock.

"If you insist," Yoongi groans, and he must pull out, because Jimin's hips rock, following the movement. "I'll take him, then; I'll make him all...mine."

Jeongguk turns his face in time for Yoongi to rut into Jimin hard enough to slam his erection into Jeongguk's cheek. It stings a bit, but the scream that Jimin lets out more than makes up for the discomfort, and Jeongguk reaches for Jimin's thighs and attempts to hold them in place as Yoongi sets a rough pace fucking him.

Jimin wails like a banshee, and Yoongi growls, low, deep sounds that make Jeongguk's heart pound. The lewd slap of skin against skin echoes through the room, along with loud squelches, making Jeongguk wish he could see how wet Yoongi has made them.

"W-won't last long," Jimin sobs between moans, and Jeongguk sits high on his knees and takes Jimin's length in one hand, slowly stroking from base to tip and making Jimin moan even louder—soft whimpers punctuated with moans that edge on screams.

"Let me know when you want my knot, little one," Yoongi growls.

Jeongguk wishes he were the one getting knotted—whatever the fuck that even means—but he has something else in mind, and he cannot wait for Jimin to cum so they can chase their next high together.

"Please," Jimin whimpers, tugging on Jeongguk's hair. "Please, Ggukie."

Although Jeongguk would like nothing more than to taste the precum that leaks from his boyfriend's pretty dick, he knows that the second his lips are around it, it's over, and he wants Jimin to savor the feeling of being fucked into the wall by a werewolf a little while longer. Yoongi's hips are brutal, but he has both hands holding Jimin in place, making it easier for Jeongguk to eventually suck his dick without risking a broken nose.

"C-close," Jimin whimpers as his cock slaps against his tummy, creating a sticky patch below his belly button.

"How close, baby?" Jeongguk asks as he leans forward and nudges Jimin's cock with his nose.

Jimin whimpers and lets his forehead fall into the edge of the wall, which tells Jeongguk everything he needs to know. Jimin is overcome with lust but not so much that he is ready to beg. Jeongguk continues to nuzzle his nose against Jimin's length, letting out deep breaths against his skin, listening as Jimin's whines become pitchier and more broken—more desperate.

"Please," Jimin finally whimpers. "Please, please."

Jeongguk licks from base to tip and smiles as he feels pleasure quake through Jimin, who continues to whimper desperate pleas, gripping Jeongguk's hair tightly in his fist while his forehead rubs against the wall.

Yoongi slows his thrusts, and Jeongguk takes the opportunity to sit higher on his knees and suck Jimin into his throat nice and slow, pulling deep moans from him.

"Please, please," Jimin continues to sob, over and over like a prayer.

"Does little one wish to cum?" Yoongi growls.

Jimin continues to beg—a record stuck on repeat—and Jeongguk bobs his head and sucks his cheeks in tight. Jimin quakes, voice broken, with moans coming out in pitchy sobs. Jeongguk wonders if Yoongi is knotting—or whatever the fuck Jimin said—and if it’s overwhelming.

“Fu—aaah!” Jimin sobs as he tugs Jeongguk’s hair and cum bursts down his throat. Jeongguk gags at first, not prepared for the onslaught of rope after rope of viscous liquid hitting his tongue and the roof of his mouth, cock poking him deep enough to tickle.

Jimin's body seems to stiffen, then he screams, “Oh fuck!” as his limb flail frantically. “It’s too much! I can’t take it, oh god, it hurts!”

Jeongguk swallows Jimin's cum and releases his cock as he looks up in surprise, assessing the situation and finding everything to look normal. He wonders if whatever is happening could have to do with Yoongi's cock, but Yoongi's hands open, fingers letting up on Jimin's hips, and Jimin sighs with relief.

"I wasn't really ripping your skin open, baby," Yoongi groans into Jimin's neck. "It's okay, you're safe." Jimin's moans become much more steady, and his eyes roll back. “What do you need, little one? No knot, or a new form?”

Jimin may as well be speaking tongues; nothing comes out that is remotely coherent. Jeongguk wonders if Yoongi’s monster cock has, in fact, expanded inside Jimin, and he rasps, voice wrecked from his throat being fucked, “He gets too sensitive after he cums; might need to stop for a bit. What about a snake-human hybrid?”

With a pleased grown, Jimin nods, cheek smooshed against the wall as he mutters, “Wrap me in a tight hug, Yoonie.”

“Anything for you, little one," Yoongi groans as his form begins to shift, hair disappearing from his skin and becoming more human-like, despite the hint of scales that begin to cover him.

Yoongi's legs become a thick tail, which wraps around Jimin's legs, lifting him away from the wall and turning him so that his body is against Yoongi's in a protective hug.

"You too, darling," Yoongi says as his tail wraps around Jeongguk and pulls him close.

The scale of the cabin has shifted, and Yoongi and Jimin loom tall over Jeongguk as they move into the center of the space, which is clear of all furnishings but a large mattress, that is covered in pillows and blankets.

The feeling of Yoongi's undulating body and smooth scales is so unlike anything Jeongguk has ever felt, and he struggles to fully comprehend it, watching with wide eyes as the tail ensnares him. They settle on the mattress with Yoongi's upper half leaning against the wall and Jimin cradled against his chest, and they stay a while, silent as the warmth radiating from Yoongi's gentle but firm hold soothes them.

For a split moment, Jeongguk wonders if Yoongi is actually just some weirdo in the woods who has drugged them, and this is nothing but a strange trip. But, then again, that would not explain how they came to find this shapeshifting cabin in the first place. Somehow, the only explanation that makes sense is that Yoongi truly is some deity with otherworldly powers.

"How are you feeling, little one?" Yoongi asks as he nuzzles his gorgeous, snake-like face into Jimin's neck.

"Good," Jimin groans, and Jeongguk can hear the smile on his voice.

"Why don't you lay down and catch your breath while I fuck your pretty boyfriend, hmm?"

Jimin turns and looks down at Jeongguk with a soft smile, then nods and says, "Okay."

Jeongguk's body is shifted into place as Yoongi moves to bend and lay Jimin down on the bed. He can feel himself get coiled down Yoongi's tail, toward the tip of it. Then, he is lifted and held in the air, with his arms pinned to his sides and his feet sticking out from the bottom of Yoongi's tight grasp.

"You're s-so pretty, I could s-s-s-swallow you whole," Yoongi hisses as he pulls Jeongguk close. Jeongguk feels his breath hitch and, suddenly, he wants nothing more.

"Don't tease me," Jeongguk whines, jutting out his lip into a pout.

Yoongi grins, his slit pupils turning into large disks against bright green irises, which sends a chill down Jeongguk's back. A flick of Yoongi's long, forked tongue has Jeongguk's heart pounding and his mind wandering, and he wonders if Yoongi meant it. He wonders if he will have to beg.

Slowly, Yoongi lifts Jeongguk into the air, up above his head, then angles Jeongguk's feet toward his mouth as he flicks his tongue out to tickle the bottoms of his feet. Jeongguk flexes his toes and attempts to kick away, but Yoongi's hold is so tight, all he can do is whimper and giggle.

"Please," Jeongguk whines.

"Pleas-s-se, what?"

Jeongguk closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and says, "Swallow me whole."

"Oh my god," Jimin groans from the bed, "you can't say shit about me wanting werewolf dick now that I know you're into vore!"

Jeongguk groans. Vore is not something he is into; he has literally never even considered the possibility until this very moment. But, of course, Jimin will never let him live it down.

"I'm not—it's not something I'm into, I just—leave me alone."

Jimin giggles—the light but maniacal laugh that indicates that he is up to no good, and Jeongguk does his best to relax, eyes still squeezed close as he hovers over his captor. Yoongi's tail slithers over Jeongguk's body until more of his legs are sticking out, and Yoongi's tongue travels over Jeongguk's feet and ankles, leaving moist spots of spit behind.

"Open your eyes-s-s," Yoongi hisses. "I want you to watch while I eat you."

Jeongguk swallows a lump of nervousness as he slowly opens his eyes and angles his head to peer down at Yoongi. Even as a monster who is threatening to literally swallow him whole, Yoongi is the prettiest being Jeongguk has ever seen, and he feels himself relax and accept his fate.

Despite watching nature documentaries and knowing how snake mouths work, Jeongguk is still shocked when Yoongi opens his mouth, stretching his jaw far and wide enough to fit Jeongguk's entire body. Two large fangs stick out from Yoongi's top gums, glistening and sharp, and Jeongguk decides that—here and now—this is by far the strangest erection he has ever gotten.

Jeongguk's toes are the first to make it into Yoongi's mouth—warm, wet and soft—and Yoongi pauses and cocks an eyebrow to Jeongguk as if to ask if this is still something he wants to do. Jeongguk nods his head despite the inkling of fear he feels. He wonders if, once again, Yoongi has lowered his spell in order to make the experience feel real.

With each inch of Jeongguk's body that enters Yoongi's mouth, his tail slithers away, coiling and rippling against Jeongguk's skin. Once he is up to his thighs, Yoongi stops swallowing to flick his tongue out at Jeongguk's cock, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through him.

"Oh, fuck," Jeongguk whimpers as the flicks become slow, precise laves, up and down from base to tip, teasing the slit to gather the precum that dribbles out. It feels amazing, but it's not enough, and Jeongguk groans and whines from the tease.

Somewhere, in the recesses of Jeongguk's mind, a tiny voice tells him that he will soon be dying—that this is the last thing he is ever going to experience. The faint ringing of alarm bells tells Jeongguk he should be panicking—that he should be screaming and begging for Yoongi to stop. But he feels relaxed and serene as the teasing ends, and Yoongi begins to slowly ease him into his throat.

"Is this s-s-still something you want, pretty?" Jeongguk hears Yoongi ask, possibly inside his head, or perhaps echoing around the entire cabin.

"Yes," Jeongguk whimpers softly. "Please."

Jeongguk is eased down, to his pecs, and down further, to his shoulders. With his head sticking out and his arms pinned to his sides, Yoongi's tail falls away, and Jeongguk gazes out of the monster's mouth to his boyfriend, who lays propped on his elbows, cock resting half-hard against his tummy, and eyes wide and round.

With one more swallow, all the world does dark, and Jeongguk holds his breath on instinct as he sinks down, down, down.

The light that comes in from Yoongi's open mouth allows Jeongguk to see the tan lining of his trachea. Jeongguk tries to breathe through his nose, and upon finding out that he can, lets out a shaky exhale. A battle rages inside Jeongguk—every nerve attempting to convince him that he is both safe from harm and in imminent danger.

Yoongi swallows once more, sending Jeongguk further into his body, and the slide of his esophageal lining rubs against Jeongguk's cock, punching a loud moan from him as pleasure bursts. He wants to touch himself so badly—wants to chase another high and this time enjoy it for more than a few minutes—but he is stuck in position in the narrow passageway.

And now that Jeongguk is here, he realizes he has not considered a savory way out. Does he travel all the way through and get shat out, or will Yoongi vomit him up—back the way he came?

"S-s-so delicious-s," Yoongi's voice calls to Jeongguk. "What would my pretty dinner like, now?"

"Snakes have two dicks, right?" Jeongguk mutters.

Yoongi hums a sound that sounds like an agreement.

"Fuck us both," Jeongguk suggests. "A-after getting me out of here, of course."

"Do you want to come out now?" Yoongi asks. "Or would you like to feel the crushing weight of death a little more?"

"Crush me," Jeongguk responds without giving it any thought.

"S-s-slap me when you want to come out," Yoongi hisses, voice echoing around the chamber, which begins undulating up and down, sinking Jeongguk further into the tight squeeze.

The walls of the snake's tract are wet with a texture that Jeongguk can only compare to the inside of his boyfriend's ass when he's fingering him open. Blood rushes to Jeongguk's cock, which twitches as a reminder that he is, in fact, a little freak who gets hard from the thought of being swallowed whole. Perhaps, he thinks, he would feel embarrassed if it didn't turn him on so fucking much. Or, if Yoongi weren't so non-judgmental and accommodating.

As he slides further into the belly of the beast, everything becomes too dark to see, but Jeongguk keeps his eyes open, eager not to miss something if it does come into view. His shoulders begin to ache as the walls of the snake's insides squeeze him. Somehow, still, his hands have room to move, down by his hips. Yoongi really is the master of illusion and comfort.

The air begins to feel difficult to breathe in adequately—or, perhaps the constant pressure on his shoulders is making him panic. Jeongguk's hands flex and begin to feel around, rubbing against the slick walls that close in on him. He whimpers against his will and squeezes his eyes shut, despite finding the same darkness behind his lids.

A rumble comes from above, much like a groan or a growl, and Jeongguk panics, sucking in his breath quickly, feeling as if his lungs might burst at any moment. He spreads his hands open and squeezes them shut, considering whether to tap out.

But rather than trying to break free, Jeongguk first rolls his hips forward, rubbing his cock against the warm, moist, flesh. Another groan echoes around him, and Jeongguk ruts a little harder in the confined space. He wonders if Yoongi likes how it feels or if he is just playing with his food.

Jeongguk lets his head roll back as he continues to slowly thrust against the fleshy tissues surrounding him. It feels good—far better than he imagined it might, and despite the sinking feeling that he is only sliding deeper and deeper into the never-ending beast, he continues to lazily masturbate.

“S-s-so naughty, using me for your pleas-s-sure,” Yoongi’s voice teases.

“Feels good,” Jeongguk groans.

The flesh around Jeongguk quakes, vibrating against him so perfectly, and it punches a moan from inside him. But it is still not enough, and he is beginning to worry that he is leaving Jimin alone for too long. Luckily, Yoongi decides to begin squeezing and swallowing him harder and further, and the arousal is quickly replaced with panic as the flesh begins to close in around his chest and neck.

At first, Jeongguk cannot adequately move his hand, and he panics, intaking a sharp breath that feels too weak to fill his lungs. Then, he does his best to flail his arms, missing several times until finally, the flesh pulsates out and away just far enough that Jeongguk can slap the back of his hand against Yoongi's insides.

"Please!" Jeongguk croaks as his chest begins to ache from a lack of sufficient air. "Yoongi, please!"

In a flash, light floods through Jeongguk's eyelids, and he inhales deeply, gasping loudly as the sting of oxygen works its way into his blood. He opens his eyes to find Jimin laying on his side, propped up on one elbow with his head resting in his hand and a devious grin on his face.

"Did you cum inside the snake?" Jimin asks with a hint of tease.

"No," Jeongguk rasps, throat still sore from being fucked, and even sorer from near-suffocation.

"Ah," Jimin says, glancing down at Jeongguk's crotch. "I guess not, since your dick is still rock hard."

Jeongguk glances down to find his erection pressed against his stomach. He also notices that the tail of the snake-hybrid Yoongi is still around him, tensing and relaxing in a loose coil that circles his form. He sits on his hip with his legs bent beneath him and his arms anchoring him against the large mattress. As soon as he seems aware of his surroundings, the tail begins to tighten around him, and he turns to find the beast looming over him.

Yoongi bends at the torso, which is human-like and pale, covered in scales that are fainter on his belly, chest and throat but darker with hints of green on his sides and arms, and along his neck and cheeks. His tongue pokes out and flicks toward Jeongguk as he bends and gazes at him with wide, bright green eyes.

"Did my pretty dinner like the crus-s-shing feeling of being s-s-swallowed whole?" Yoongi hisses brightly, lips curving into a smirk.

"I did," Jeongguk admits.

"You were s-s-so delicious, but there is more I want to tas-s-ste."

"Oh?" Jeongguk asks, feeling his pulse quicken.

Without further preamble, Yoongi's tail shifts Jeongguk around, lifting him and turning him. He stumbles forward on his hands and knees, and before he can correct himself, the long, forked tongue flicks against Jeongguk's asshole, sending a burst of pleasure through him.

Jeongguk whimpers as he falls forward more, arms trembling beneath him as Yoongi continues to tongue at his hole. The quickness of the movements is little more than a tease, but the feeling is unfamiliar enough that Jeongguk keeps himself presented for more.

Small hands push Jeongguk's hair back and lift his head, and he gasps as Jimin's beautiful face comes into view. He wears a mischievous look, and opens his mouth to speak, but Jeongguk feels suddenly so overcome with emotion, that he raises a hand to gently take Jimin by the head and pull him close.

"Baby," Jeongguk mutters, "kiss me."

Whatever words were coming from between Jimin's perfect lips die there as Jimin leans forward and grins, giving Jeongguk access to suck and lick and moan against him. Jimin tastes like heaven—faintly sweet and perfectly like him, and Jeongguk cannot remember the last time they kissed. Maybe while they were on the beach earlier—the first time, when they made it there and back without the woods shifting around them. But certainly not during their last trudge out. And certainly not with so much passion, for quite a while.

Instead, Jeongguk has been grumpy and impatient, letting himself easily become upset with Jimin. Sweet, kind, beautiful Jimin, who never does anything but patiently allow Jeongguk to cool down and gather his thoughts. Jeongguk feels like an asshole as he pulls Jimin closer and licks against his tongue with a little more hunger.

Yoongi's snake tongue presses inside Jeongguk, long and eager and becoming something much thicker—something that gives Jeongguk's rim a bit of a stretch. Jeongguk breaks from the kiss and moans as Yoongi tongue-fucks him.

"You like that, baby?" Jimin asks as he nips and sucks at Jeongguk's bottom lip. "Does Yoongi make you feel good?"

Jeongguk nods in short, languid movements as Yoongi's tongue seems to expand inside him, leaking saliva—or whatever Yoongi has secreting from it—down his balls to drip on the many layers of snake tail that coil around him.

"F-fuck us, please," Jeongguk whimpers, knowing damn well he is not stretched far enough to take a cock.

"S-s-so impatient," Yoongi teases, voice sounding far too clear for his tongue to be working Jeongguk open—Jeongguk has to remind himself that Yoongi is, in fact, not human.

"Please," Jeongguk begs as Jimin's lips travel down his chin, to his throat and neck. "Please fuck me."

The tongue slowly pulls out of Jeongguk, and he whines, clenching around nothing and suddenly feeling so empty. The tail beneath him shifts and trails away, leaving him on his hands and knees in front of Jimin, and Jimin's lips leave ghosts of barely wet kiss marks along Jeongguk's neck, down to his clavicle, and back up.

"Lay down beneath me, baby," Jeongguk mutters to Jimin, still in a daze from everything he has experienced. "He's a snake hybrid, so he has two dicks. I want him to fuck us both while I kiss you until your lips are swollen like raspberries."

Jimin hums, soft and sweet with a curious lilt, then repositions himself until his legs are between Jeongguk's arms and he is sliding himself beneath him. Jimin is so beautiful—angelic, almost—that Jeongguk cannot look away. How Jeongguk could ever lose his temper with someone so kind and perfect, he will never know.

Two warm, large hands grab Jeongguk's hips and tug him back until he is in just the right position. Then slowly, gently, he feels the soft press of a blunt, lubricated cock against his ass. One of Yoongi's hands rubs up Jeongguk's back and down again, while the other gropes his ass and spreads him open. Beneath him, Jimin reaches up to gently pinch at his nipples, making Jeongguk shiver with anticipation. He can't help but wonder how he got so lucky.

Yoongi presses forward just enough to breach Jeongguk's rim with the tip of his cock. From what he can tell, it feels human, and Jeongguk's mind attempts to wonder what snake dicks might look like before deciding it is probably horrifying, and he does not need to know. Luckily, the pain from the stretch is just present enough that Jeongguk could not, for the life of him, hold onto a fully formed, coherent thought if he tried.

Jeongguk's head falls forward, and he leans down to nuzzle into Jimin's neck as Yoongi slowly pulls out and presses back in. Choked, broken sobs escape from between his lips with each movement, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through his body.

Jimin's voice is playful as he says, "You sound so pretty when he hurts you, Ggukie."

Jeongguk cannot respond—can only cry out as Yoongi presses forward again, this time much deeper than the last. His breath is hot and damp against Jimin's skin as he pants and whimpers, burying his face and resisting the urge to bite.

"S-s-so fucking tight," Yoongi hisses as he slowly rolls his hips, dragging his cock along Jeongguk's tight walls, past each ring of muscle. "Am I hurting you, pretty human?"

Yes, Jeongguk thinks, you are. But everything feels so good, he cannot bring himself to admit it, instead moving his lips from Jimin's skin just enough to grit, "Don't stop," between his teeth.

"Here, little one," Yoongi says, and Jimin moves his head to look at Yoongi, then reaches for something.

Jeongguk feels as Jimin angles his hips upward, then settles, and he assumes that he just wedged a pillow beneath his ass. At this angle, their cocks are touching, and as Jeongguk begins to adjust to the stretch, his mind starts to wander to them rutting against each other while Yoongi fucks them in tandem.

"Can you lift your legs, little one?" Yoongi asks, and Jimin hums while he wraps his legs around Jeongguk's hips and smiles brightly with wide, eager eyes.

Yoongi adjusts behind them with one cock still inside Jeongguk, and then, as he presses forward, burying himself deeper, Jeongguk watches with delight as Jimin's face twists and contorts into pained pleasure that matches how he felt just moments ago.

"Oh, god," Jimin whimpers as his eyes squeeze shut, and Jeongguk leans forward to suck a mark against his neck, pulling even sweeter sounds from him as Yoongi's hips slowly roll to a languid but steady pace.

"Feel good, baby?" Jeongguk barely manages to ask, each syllable strained as Yoongi's cock completely intoxicates him.

Jimin hums and whines a breathy, "Uh-huh," as he grips the comforter below him tightly.

"Hold me," Jeongguk commands, and Jimin opens his eyes and wraps his arms around Jeongguk, still appearing absolutely fucking gone but attempting to ground himself and adjust to the feeling.

Jeongguk begins to push his hips back against Yoongi's thrusts and pull forward when Yoongi ruts back, fucking himself on Yoongi while frotting against Jimin's cock. Jimin's hips tremble and jolt with each thrust, and he whimpers and writhes beneath Jeongguk so perfectly.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Jeongguk groans as he rubs a hand over Jimin's pec and shoulder, giving his soft skin gentle squeezes. "You feel so good."

Jimin nods and whimpers, and attempts to pick his head up, muttering, "Wanna kiss you," but he appears too lost to pleasure to expend any energy. Yoongi's tail slithers beneath Jimin, lifting his head and torso, and Jimin throws his arms over Jeongguk's neck and pulls him close to slot their lips together.

Yoongi's pace begins to quicken, but his thrusts don't slam, making it easy for Jeongguk to stay connected to Jimin's plush lips, which he sucks and kisses, just as he promised to. The feeling of being fucked while their cocks slided beside one another and Jimin holds him close with all limbs wrapped around him, is surreal, and Jeongguk feels his pleasure building quickly, threatening to devour him. He wants to cum—wants to feel Jimin cum with him—but he worries that once he does, he might not have anything left in him. He doesn't want this experience to end.

As Jeongguk nibbles and sucks on Jimin's lips, Jimin falls pliant beneath him, muttering nonsense while his grasp on Jeongguk's neck begins to loosen and fall away. Jimin slips into subspace so easily, and ordinarily, Jeongguk has to watch for cues that he needs more or less to keep him floating without overwhelming him. He has the urge to make sure Yoongi knows this—that he can take care of Jimin just as well—but he remembers that Yoongi already knows what they desire, so he tries to let go, too.

The pace of Yoongi's thrusts slow—languid and deep—and Jeongguk gently falls forward against Jimin, burying his face in his neck to suck and kiss while he, too, begins to float off into the clouds. Jeongguk is always too hesitant to let go and experience what Jimin does—always afraid of sub-drop, never wanting to be someone else's to take care of and worry about. He wants to feel it, and, as everything becomes foggy and far away while also being intense and so close he feels enveloped by the thick, damp air, he reminds himself that Yoongi did not harm him while swallowing him alive, and he will not harm him now.

Jeongguk has no idea how long it takes before he cums, but suddenly, Jimin is whimpering and shouting beneath him, and he is pulled back to reality—if he can call whatever is happening in this cabin real at all—just in time to feel the slick of Jimin's release against his cock, making the slide of their lengths together push Jeongguk over the edge. He kisses along Jimin's neck and shoulder, head too heavy to pick up and chase after his lips, muttering nonsense about love and forever and perfect while his cock pulsates with an insane amount of cum.

"Want you to cum too," Jimin moans with his head fallen to the side and a hand lazily reaching for Yoongi, against Jeongguk's side.

"Please," Jeongguk adds, suddenly desperate to feel Yoongi fill him. "Please, I want you to cum in me, too."

An arm wraps around Jeongguk's shoulder and pulls him up, onto his knees, and Jeongguk trembles and moans as Yoongi's cock is buried deeper, and moans again when Yoongi's face nuzzles against his.

"You want me to fill you up, pretty one?" Yoongi groans, and Jeongguk feels every inch of his skin prickle with goosebumps.

"Please."

Yoongi picks up his pace, fucking Jeongguk hard and fast while reaching past Jeongguk to grope at Jimin's chest and gently squeeze his neck. Jimin writhes and moans, eyes glazed over and far away with a smile tugging on his lips, and Jeongguk wants to taste those lips so badly, but Yoongi's grip on him is firm.

Fucking a deity that is built to know what you desire feels like a dangerous game, Jeongguk thinks, as Yoongi's hand palms at his nipple and he begins to moan loudly in his ear. Another hand tugs at his hair, and one gently squeezes his throat, and Jeongguk tries not to dwell on what this multi-armed beast must look like behind him, closing his eyes to fully embrace each sensation.

When Yoongi finally does cum, Jeongguk's cock is already hard again. He has no idea how such a thing could be possible—has no clue if he could possibly reach another orgasm. As Yoongi thrusts slow and deep and trembles while his release fills Jeongguk, he cannot possibly fathom another form Yoongi could possibly take that would top what just happened.

Jimin must be able to visualize another form, however, because slowly, the arms that wrap around them and the tail that holds Jimin up, begin to shift. Deep purple tentacles slowly take solid form and coil around both Jimin and Jeongguk's bodies and limbs and lift them until they are hovering above the bed, in upright positions, facing one another.

"You imagined a tentacle monster?" Jeongguk teases, watching the dopey smile on Jimin's lips upturn.

"You like creatures with fangs too much," Jimin mutters in response, making Jeongguk chuckle and say, "I suppose you're right."

Yoongi comes into view beside the two of them, hovering nude, in his human form, with his cock hard and heavy against his tummy and his tentacles pale at the base and becoming a deep purple toward the ends. Tentacles continue to slowly fuck Jimin and Jeongguk, but the feeling of the appendages cradling and slithering like snake tails is so mesmerizing, Jeongguk cannot quite focus on his own pleasure.

"My pretty, perfect boys," Yoongi rasps, voice nearly human once more, though there is a supernatural echo to it that fills the room. "So good for me. Everything I could ever need."

Tentacles cradle Jeongguk and fuck him, slow and steady and so perfectly. Before him, Jimin is in the same position—head lolled back, and mouth agape as a tentacle fucks him while another slowly strokes his cock. He looks absolutely gone, blinking heavily as if at any moment, he might wake up to a different reality. Jeongguk's lids suddenly feel heavy, and he fears that he, too, might suddenly appear well-rested elsewhere. Yoongi tucks some hair behind his ear and gives him a genuine, sad smile.

"You're so good for me," Yoongi repeats, rubbing Jeongguk's cheek gently. "Absolutely perfect."

Jeongguk feels the urge to nod off—body exhausted and fucked out and ready to retire. He fights the feeling and attempts to reach out to Yoongi, frowning when his heavy arms don't go too far.

"Please don't let me forget you," Jeongguk pleads, feeling himself succumb to the ensnaring desire to rest. "Please. I can't forget this."

"You've been so perfect for me," Yoongi mutters with sad eyes, as if stuck on repeat. "Thank you, baby."

"No matter what," Jeongguk insists as his eyelids droop and the world spins into darkness, "you can't make me forget."

"So good for me," Yoongi groans. "So, so perfect."

Jeongguk reaches out, but his hand grasps onto nothing. It's as if he's falling down, down, down into darkness until suddenly—

Jeongguk jolts awake, gasping for air as he sits up in bed. He doesn't get too far, held back by Jimin's arm, which is slung over his chest. A cursory glance shows Jeongguk that he is in his hotel room, in bed, nude with his boyfriend. At the tip of his tongue are words left unspoken, but for the life of him, he cannot remember what they are, nor can he remember who they are for.

Jimin holds Jeongguk tight and grumbles, pulling on him as if beckoning him to return to sleep, and Jeongguk allows himself to be pulled into Jimin and nuzzles against his head, breathing in his slightly floral scent as he returns to sleep. Whatever it is Jeongguk dreamt of, he hopes he might return to it.

With a huff, Jeongguk allows Jimin to take him by the hand and lead him back through the woods. They have been traversing the area for a while now, going off-path rather than returning to the resort, despite how late in the evening it is becoming. Jimin drags him along, and Jeongguk feels amused by Jimin's excitement with nowhere else to be—patient and serene, as long as he is with the man he loves.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Jeongguk feels a longing that nags at him. A nostalgia that the trees seem to encourage despite providing no answers. Jeongguk thinks perhaps this is the place they visited in his dreams. He considers telling Jimin, but wonders if some things are better left unsaid.

With the resort just past the clearing to the right, Jimin stops abruptly and turns to the left. He squeezes Jeongguk's hand tightly, and in that moment, Jeongguk remembers bits of the dream he had. He remembers warm apple pie and sharp fangs and everything beyond his wildest imagination.

"Do you miss him too?" Jimin asks, and Jeongguk's breath hitches.

Him. Dark, wild hair, pale, pretty skin, and a deep, raspy voice. Fangs and nails and scales and of course Jeongguk misses him. Suddenly, every moment spent with him is clear as day, as if Jeongguk had never left and his entire body aches for him. Suddenly, Jeongguk remembers the way he felt in the man's hold, alive for the first time in years, and in love again with the most beautiful man in the world.

"Yeah," is all Jeongguk can bring himself to say as he stares ahead at the clearing that should be a cabin. He misses him too—aching and deep, more than he has ever missed someone before. It is as if he can still feel the ghost of him on his skin, and although he is so grateful to have Jimin by his side, there is a nostalgia he fears will never leave him. "Yeah, I miss him, too."

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