Go Get Him, Tiger 11/?
Title: Go Get Him, Tiger 11/?
Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Real life got the best of me.
Part 11:
Still Monday...
Jungkook was late, and Yoongi tried not to let himself get mad. He wasn’t Jungkook’s keeper. He wasn’t in charge of him, but Jungkook was supposed to be home right after class.
When he finally heard Jungkook arrive (at almost six!), Yoongi scampered off the couch, slid along the floor and then stopped almost as fast as he’d started, just catching his balance with his tail out to the side. But that feeling, that joy, that ... eagerness, because his master was home. That’s what he’d felt just then. That fleeting euphoria.
And that was not okay.
Yoongi crossed his arms and glared at the door as it opened, ears up and tail waving behind him in his irritation at himself.
“Hey,” Jungkook said. His smile fell. “Everything okay?”
“You’re late,” Yoongi snapped, ignoring and shoving aside the urge to run to him and hug him.
“Ah, did you miss me?” Jungkook asked, smiling at him.
“You little--” Yoongi took three steps toward him and then stopped, sniffing. “Why do you smell ... like strawberries, like ... fuck, fake strawberries?” His nose twitched, and then twitched again. He sneezed, his entire head shaking and his ears twitching.
Jungkook laughed. “That was singularly the cutest thing you have ever done.”
“Fuck you.” He sneezed again.
Jungkook settled his bag by the door and kicked his shoes off. “To answer both your questions, I went to the gym since I skipped again yesterday, and I haven’t showered yet.”
“How does that explain the nasty-ass strawberry smell that is almost completely covering your sweaty Jungkook smell?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Probably from Amber, I was helping her with some stretches and we were sparring for a little while.”
“Sparring?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of sparring?”
Jungkook tilted his head. “Are you jealous?”
“No, it’s just that no matter how fast or good she is, you can learn way more from sparring with me.”
“And what do you think I’d do to you once I got you pinned?”
Heat flared in Yoongi’s chest, but he ignored it and narrowed his eyes. “Arrogant of you to think you could pin me in a sparring match. I don’t play nice.”
Jungkook winked. “Lucky me.”
“Fuck you,” Yoongi snapped again, feeling his cheeks pink. “Go wash the smell off you, and clean up. Taehyung is going to be here soon.”
“Clean up for what?”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed further and he caught himself mid-hiss. “I may not be jealous, but I know Taehyung is.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Fuck, don’t tell him.”
Yoongi smirked.
“Please, god, please don’t. He’s going to be so mad.”
“We’ll see. Be good. Clean up. You’ll probably end up needing to appease him. You need to appease me for being late.”
Jungkook swallowed deeply. “Okay, fine.”
Yoongi spun around again and headed back to the couch, trying not to let the hurt of not getting a hug make him spin back and chase Jungkook into his room. He sat stiffly, hyper aware of Jungkook’s soft socked footfalls on the floor behind him.
“Glad I‘m home,” Jungkook murmured and ran his hands through Yoongi’s hair and then rubbed at his ears.
Yoongi canted up into the touch with a heavy purr, and then stopped abruptly, swatted at Jungkook’s hand that had already left his head, and growled.
Jungkook chuckled.
Yoongi curled up with his green blanket and huffed at himself. He’d been irritated all day, all the long hours that Jungkook was supposed to be home and then wasn’t. But as soon as Jungkook arrived, Yoongi had pushed it all aside and almost ran in eagerness to greet his master. Cat instinct?
Yeah, he was going to blame that. That’s all it was, instinct.
He grumbled to himself the entire time that Jungkook was in the shower. He did not come out of his cocoon of blankets until Jungkook sat next to him. He stuck out his nose and sniffed. Good. Soap. Neutral. No fake ass strawberries to be smelled.
“I’m sorry you were worried about me,” Jungkook said.
“I wasn’t,” Yoongi mumbled, twisting around, and pressed more firmly against Jungkook’s side.
Jungkook shifted and draped his arm over Yoongi’s back. He kept his hand flat for a moment, and Yoongi froze, wanting to be petted so badly, but not wanting to ask.
“Is this okay?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi whined and pushed closer, untangling himself from the blanket enough to throw a leg over Jungkook’s thick thigh.
Jungkook froze for a moment too before relaxing and shifting. His hand curled around Yoongi side, under Yoongi’s shirt.
“It’s ... it’s okay. Th-thank you. Fuck. Not ... just ... thank ... fuck you.”
Jungkook chuckled and rubbed up Yoongi’s back.
“Don’t think --” Yoongi broke off with a small yowl when Jungkook scratched the thicker patch of fur above his tail.
“Don’t think what?”
“Don’t think this is going ... going to distract ... me ... from ... your ... fuck.”
“From my what?”
“Punishment,” Yoongi growled and gave up, rubbing up against Jungkook’s body to try to press tighter.
“For what?” Jungkook ran his hands up and down Yoongi’s back, under the shirt, pressing hard, almost a massage.
“For being late. And smelling like a girl. And skipping the gym again. And worrying me. And smelling like fucking fake strawberries.”
“That’s ... a lot.”
Yoongi lifted his head, opening one eye. “Too much?”
“I don’t ... I don’t think so.”
Yoongi pushed up, hands on his chest, blunt nails digging into the muscle.
Jungkook sighed and his eyes shut. “Miss that sharp prick of claws,” he mumbled.
Yoongi curled one hand up around Jungkook’s neck and trailed the fingers of the other over his lips. “I thought you liked the pink polish.”
“Do ... Fuck,” Jungkook sucked on the finger that Yoongi allowed into his mouth.
Pleasure was spiraling out of his control, and he was ready to rub one out against Jungkook’s abs again. Especially when one finger became two and Jungkook sucked on them the way he usually sucked on Yoongi’s dick.
They stared at each other, Jungkook’s eyes wide with want and Yoongi’s narrowed at all the possibilities.
“So,” Yoongi whispered, letting his wet fingers trail sloppy down Jungkook’s chin. “Punishment?”
Jungkook swallowed.
“Do you want me to?”
Jungkook bit his lip and nodded. “Y-yes. Yes, I do.”
Yoongi smiled. “Maybe we can show Taehyung how to do it properly?”
Jungkook nodded quickly, head going light.
“But not until Taehyung can come over. We’ll set you up properly. Welcome him home the way a good pet should, yeah?”
Jungkook moaned. “Please. Please.”
“Sh, baby,” Yoongi whispered and kissed his lower lip, aiming for that beauty mark.
Jungkook bit his lower lip.
“What?”
“I ... I want to hurry, but ... you’re ...”
“Still on your lap,” Yoongi offered and sat right on Jungkook’s hard dick.
Jungkook moaned and his hands tightened on Yoongi’s hips. “Y-yeah.”
“Give me a kiss and then I’ll let you get up.”
Jungkook surged forward with a firm grip on Yoongi’s neck. The kiss was desperate and almost violent. Yoongi thought for a moment to slow it down, but let it happen instead, let Jungkook have control. Besides, in the end, it only teased him more. Especially when Yoongi started moaning and curling his hips down in smooth circles in time to their kiss.
When Jungkook pulled away with a whine, they were both panting, both hard, both with red, slick lips.
“Gonna spend more time kissing you,” Yoongi promised.
Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, okay. Now?”
“No, not now.” Yoongi reluctantly climbed from his lap. “Taehyung will be here soon, and you want to be waiting for him like a good boy, right?”
“Yes, please. Yes.”
“Then follow me.” Yoongi jumped off the couch and didn’t check to make sure Jungkook followed him because Yoongi knew he would. “Kneel.”
“What?”
“Kneel. Right here.” Yoongi pointed to the bright blue rug that welcomed everyone into the house. He used his foot to move it back a couple feet from the door.
Jungkook bit his lower lip and kneeled, the muscles of his body tensing to let him down easy. God, he was so beautiful.
He landed with a thunk
“Spread your knees, cross your ankles.”
Jungkook obeyed.
Yoongi watched him, face as disinterested as possible. God, he was gorgeous. Muscles and ... eagerness. Yoongi could almost feel him vibrating with anticipation. Yoongi wasn’t going to do anything until Taehyung arrived. Get him in position and wait. He walked around him, fingers trailing on his shoulders and up into his hair.
Jungkook whined, canting up into the soft touch. Yoongi pulled at his hair, fingers wrapping in the slightly wet strands.
“You hush. I can’t play with you yet, and when you make those weak little noises, I just want to unwrap you. Take off your shirt, and put your hands up on your head, fingers laced together. I’ll be right back.”
Yoongi turned before he saw Jungkook obey because all that skin was going to be too hard to turn away from. He went to the bedroom and fetched the lube and Jungkook’s dildo. When he stepped back around the wall, he stopped and stared at Jungkook’s strong back, his biceps defined from his arms being bent. He was relaxed, but Yoongi knew that his back would arch, curve as he straightened, his pert ass sticking out, as soon as he heard Yoongi’s footsteps.
Swallowing, Yoongi stepped through the room on quiet feet. Just as he rounded the couch, Jungkook’s spine straightened, all his muscles tensed and he inhaled sharply. And just as Yoongi knew, his ass curled back, sticking out, presenting himself.
“Relax,” Yoongi whispered and ran his fingers along Jungkook’s arms where they stayed on top of his head.
He kept that hand on him and walked around him. He let his fingers trail all over his strong shoulders and chest. Jungkook shut his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose.
“Two things,” Yoongi said. “Are you listening?”
Jungkook nodded. “Y-yes. Yes.”
“Good boy,” Yoongi said and cupped his cheek. He leaned in and gave him a kiss and ignored the way his throat tightened at Jungkook’s happy smile. “First, you are not allowed to come until Taehyung gets here. Your ass and thighs still remember what happened yesterday and it is way too soon to give you another spanking.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I won’t come without perm--”
Yoongi shook his head. “That’s not what I said. Remember?”
Jungkook pouted and then said, “I won’t come until Taehyung gets here.”
“Good, pretty baby. And second, well, maybe there are three things because you are not allowed to say another word, but you won’t be able to because ...” Yoongi lifted the dildo and said, “Hold this for me.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in anticipation. His mouth practically snapped open.
Yoongi chuckled. “It’s nowhere near as long as Taehyung’s dick, but it’s only meant to warm you up and shut you up.” He ran the tip of it over Jungkook’s plump bottom lip.
Jungkook whimpered and licked at it.
“Taehyung should be here in about fifteen minutes. Can you hold on to this for me for that long?”
Jungkook nodded. “I can do it, Yoongi-hyung.”
“Good boy.” Yoongi slid it into his mouth without warning and Jungkook moaned, the noise turning to a whimper when Yoongi pulled it free. Or almost free. He smirked at the gleam in Jungkook’s eyes and pumped the toy in and out of his mouth.
“I really hope I get to watch Taehyung choke you with his dick again. I can’t believe you can take all of it.”
“Practice,” Jungkook said, the word muffled around the toy.
Yoongi laughed. “I bet. Now, if you need to, you can spit this out and tell me a color, yellow or red. If you let it fall out of your mouth by accident and you want it back in, then green, okay?”
Jungkook nodded.
Yoongi thrust the toy into the back of this throat and smirked when he choked. “Good length, right?”
Jungkook winked at him.
With another chuckle, Yoongi let the toy go, humming in satisfaction when Jungkook’s lips closed around the small indentation at the base, leaving the flat bottom sticking out of his mouth like a not-safe-for-work pacifier.
Yoongi leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You are a good boy, so I don’t think I really need to say this, but stay in position. That’s the third thing. Stay. Just as you are.”
Jungkook nodded, gagging a little and taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Yoongi stepped away from him and just looked and admired the vision of Jungkook in nothing but tight boxersbriefs, already bulging with his erection and a wet spot on the light gray fabric. His entire body was a gift from god. His muscles tight and the bruises of hickys blooming on tanned skin. Yoongi thought about taking a picture and sending it to Taehyung, but that would completely defeat the purpose of Jungkook kneeling and waiting for his Dom to get home.
Well, just because he wasn’t going to send it to Taehyung didn’t mean that he couldn’t take a few pictures. He took one from every angle, and instead of Taehyung, he sent one to Jimin with the caption: Do you think Taehyung is going to like his pet? ~ Suga
Jimin’s reply was almost instant. A meme of someone fainting and the words “I CAN’T EVEN!”
He was typing a reply when a thunk had him jumping in surprise. He glanced at Jungkook and then glared when he saw the toy on the floor instead of his mouth.
“Baby, it hasn’t even been five minutes.”
Jungkook pouted, said, “Green,” and opened his mouth wide.
Yoongi huffed and bent over to pick up the toy. “I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment for that, baby, but I’ll give you another chance.”
Jungkook nodded, but he did not say anything, and Yoongi remembered that he’d told him not to talk. Only colors.
“Do better,” Yoongi said and lightly tapped his cheek before sliding the dildo back into his mouth.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed with determination.
Yoongi smiled and turned his attention back to the phone while walking to the bedroom. He wanted to look really cute for Taehyung too, but he still didn’t have any of his own clothes. He rifled through Jungkook’s drawers and picked a pair of gray boxers, to match Jungkook’s, and one of his long sleeved T-shirts. It hung off one shoulder and clung to his skin and the curves of his ass.
Yoongi took a picture of himself in the mirror and sent it to Jimin. What do you think? Will Taehyung like this?
Jimin: What are you doing? Trying to kill him? Or me! Fuck!
Yoongi: No. Just trying to show Taehyung how to take good care of his toys, that’s all.
Jimin: Thank god. Taehyung is always so worried about hurting him that he holds himself back. I tell him all the time that he isn’t doing enough for Jungkook.
Yoongi: do you tell him about your baby Seokjin?
Jimin: kkkkkkkk yes, all the time, but Taehyung is determined and stubborn and doesn’t think that Jungkook needs that level of discipline.
Yoongi: I’ve only been here a week and I can already tell he needs it.
Jimin: TaeTae is one of my best friends, which means I have the right to tell him how stupid he is. Which I do. Often.
Yoongi: I’ll work on it.
Jimin: Hmmmmm working on Jungkook? Lucky you. Keep me updated?
There was a thunk from the other room, followed by a very quiet, “Fuck. Green.”
Yoongi: Sure. I’m pretty sure I just heard that dildo fall out of his mouth again, so I better go pay attention to him.
Yoongi put the phone down on the table as he walked through the main space. Sure enough, the dildo was on the floor again. Jungkook was still in position, though his entire body was slumped down, disappointed in himself.
“Baby,” Yoongi said as he walked in front of him. “Is this too much for you? Answer me.”
“No, no, it’s not. I’m sorry. I just ... have to breathe around it.”
Yoongi hummed and picked up the dildo. “Maybe we need to get you a smaller one, or an actual gag that has straps.”
“No, no, I mean, okay, I won’t mind, but I can do it. I can!”
Yoongi looked at him, noted how his breathing was speeding up. He frowned. “You’re not in trouble, baby. Not yet. Calm down.”
“Let me try again.”
Yoongi pondered him with his arms crossed, tapping the dildo on his own mouth. By the way Jungkook’s breath hitched, Yoongi had a feeling he liked that.
“Fine. One more try. You’ve let it drop twice, so you’re going to be punished, but it won’t be as bad if you keep it in your mouth until Taehyung gets here.”
Jungkook nodded. “I understand. Green.” He opened his mouth wide.
Chuckling, Yoongi slid the toy back into his mouth. “Will it help if I watch you? I don’t think that I should have to. You should be good enough to kneel here by yourself.”
Jungkook whined, shifting on his knees. He gagged on the toy.
Keeping his grin, Yoongi sat down in front of him, leaned back on his hands and spread his legs. He did not fill out the boxers quite as much as Jungkook did, but he was hard.
“I’ll just sit here,” Yoongi said and rubbed his erection with one hand. “It’s a nice view.”
Yoongi let his gaze trail over every inch of his body, tracing the curves of muscles and veins in his arms.
“Fuck, I want to rub all over you again,” Yoongi whispered, “slide my dick down your stomach until I can get your thick cock in my mouth.”
Jungkook whined, eyes shutting. He tilted his head back and gagged on the toy again. The wet spot on his boxers was suddenly bigger and spreading down the thick length giving the integrity of the fabric a run for its money. His nipples hardened in anticipation.
Yoongi rubbed himself through his boxers, letting the apartment fill with his purring.
Jungkook moaned, gagging again. The toy slipped through his lips before he sucked it back into his mouth.
“Good boy,” Yoongi moaned and licked his lips. “Can’t wait until it’s my dick in your mouth instead of that toy.”
Jungkook’s breath quickened. His skin shimmered with sweat.
Yoongi’s ears perked up at the sound of a key in the lock. He smiled at Jungkook, loving the way his body tightened in anticipation, his muscles going taut from head to toe. God, he was sexy.
“God, you’re sexy,” Yoongi muttered just as the door opened.
Taehyung froze almost immediately, his breath stopping in an audible quick inhale.
Yoongi tilted his head back, looking at Taehyung upside down, and he smiled, eyes going to slits, his tail waved behind him. “Hi, welcome home.”
“What is this?” Taehyung asked and shut the door. He paused only to take his shoes off and then rubbed at Yoongi’s head, scratching behind his ears. Yoongi’s eyes shut and he arched into the touch with a happy purr.
“This is welcome home,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung lifted an eyebrow. “That does not clarify things at all, darling.”
Yoongi let himself enjoy the soft pets on his ears for a little while, and then said, “You should get to use your toys when you get home from work. You know. Relax. Enjoy. Play.”
Taehyung smiled. “Toys, huh?” He glanced at Jungkook, whose breath was even more labored around the toy.
“He wants to be used, remember? So use him. This isn’t any different than him being pretty for you, is it?”
“But--”
“All in the nomenclature, huh?”
Taehyung chuckled. “How did you get so smart, little kitty?”
“Practice.” He winked.
“So, I get to use my toy.”
“Yes, but ...” Yoongi glanced back at Jungkook who managed to pout and look contrite.
“But?”
“Someone was naughty,” Yoongi said. “He let that toy fall out of his mouth twice when I told him he had to hold onto it, so he does need to be punished.”
“Punished?” Taehyung said in concern.
“Yep.” Yoongi kneeled and shuffled closer to Jungkook. He ran his hand over the bulge of thigh muscle and under the boxers. “Obviously, he can’t get another spanking, his ass is still too sore from Saturday, and we don’t want to abuse him, right?”
“Right.”
Yoongi let his finger trail up Jungkook’s erection, smirking when Jungkook’s eyes shut and he whined and then gagged.
“And it’s not like a spanking is really a punishment. He likes it way too much. So, let’s think of something else.” Yoongi turned his back on Jungkook. Taehyung still hadn’t moved from the door, leaning back on it with his arms crossed and his ankles too. He looked in perfect control, perfect nonchalance. Like he didn’t care at all. Maybe Yoongi would have believed it if not for the obvious erection tenting his loose pants.
Yoongi stood up and stepped into Taehyung’s side with a purr. Taehyung uncrossed his arms and hugged Yoongi against his side. Yoongi hummed and rubbed against his shoulder and pushed under his chin. Taehyung chuckled and used both hands to pet up and down his back.
“You ... you said he hates edging,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook whined immediately in protest.
Taehyung laughed. “He really, really hates it.”
“So we can do that. I’ve also noticed that he hates being ignored, so maybe instead of edging him, you let me have two orgasms before we let him come.”
Jungkook’s protest was even louder.
Taehyung laughed, the noise soft against Yoongi’s ear before lips touched his skin. “I think we’ll consider that for a harsher punishment. Because that punishes us too. And besides, you can still come while we edge him.”
Yoongi hum of agreement turned to a moan when Taehyung grabbed his ass, hefting him up and into his arms. Yoongi wrapped his legs around Taehyung’s waist and his tail around one knee, hands clutching at his neck. Their lips met in a surprisingly soft kiss. So soft, with just lips and breaths. Taehyung hummed in appreciation.
“Bed?” he whispered.
Yoongi nodded, trying not to release his lips. “Don’t forget our toy.”
Taehyung glanced down and smiled. “Yes, our pretty toy. Follow us to the bed, baby.”
Jungkook whined in anticipation.
Yoongi settled in Taehyung’s grip and shut his eyes with a happy smile. God, he felt so content. And in love. So in love.
“Need to ... need to establish firm rules,” Yoongi whispered. “And firm punishments. Spanking for in play, edging for minor infractions, time out for anything serious. You can also do more. Like spanking is minor while in play, a belt or whip for when he’s really being a brat. Stuff like that.”
Taehyung settled Yoongi onto the edge of the bed. “And what if you’re being a brat?”
Yoongi bit his lip and met his eyes. “I’m too cute to punish, remember?.”
Laughing, Taehyung agreed and peppered Yoongi’s face with more kisses. “You are. Such a cute kitty. So pretty.”
Yoongi absolutely hated that he blushed and his purring grew louder. Hated it. He hated it. Mostly.
The bed dipped beside him and his eyes fluttered open to see Jungkook, the toy still in his mouth. Reaching up to cup his cheek, Yoongi whispered, “Good boy. Get that toy out of your mouth and kiss me.”
Jungkook turned his head and let the toy fall to the bed with a thump. He followed Yoongi’s pull down to his mouth and their lips met, open and wet, the opposite of Taehyung’s sweet kisses. Jungkook growled into his mouth. Warmer hands pulled at his clothes, and he lifted his hips to let Taehyung take off the boxers. Jungkook demanded the same with his shirt, tugging on it with annoyed grunts when he had to stop kissing him for a moment.
Yoongi chuckled. “Slow it down, pretty. You’re in trouble, remember?”
“He is,” Taehyung mused and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s bare shoulder. “And since it was Yoongi’s command you broke, he gets to dole out the punishment.”
Jungkook shuddered. “Do ... do we have to?”
“Of course,” Yoongi said and patted his cheek. “Can’t let you think you can get away with disobeying.”
“But I didn’t come!”
Yoongi snorted. “Yeah, yet. If you had come, you’d still be in front of the door, and only Taehyung and I would be here on this bed. But you still can’t come. You’re getting edged, pretty boy.”
Jungkook pouted. It almost swayed Yoongi. Almost.
“And you were late today because you went to the gym because you skipped yesterday, right?”
“Again?” Taehyung said and frowned. “Baby!”
“I wanted to see Yoongi!”
“It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” Yoongi said. “I guess you’re going to be edged three times.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered.
“Only if you behave. Now, on your back, sweetheart,” Taehyung said and slapped Jungkook’s leg. “Get those boxers off.”
The pout stayed firmly in place while Jungkook obeyed. Like that could sway either of them.
Though Taehyung did give the pretty pout a kiss.
Jungkook settled on his back, arms at his sides first and then above his head. Taehyung leaned over him to place a kiss on his neck. Yoongi held his breath and shuffled between Jungkook’s spread legs. He dragged his nails in a firm scratch down his inner thighs to his knees, gripped tightly, and then lifted.
Jungkook whined and followed the push, bending his knees and curling his hips. Yoongi breathed out real slow to keep from making an embarrassing eager noise. Bruises mottled Jungkook’s ass in light purples and pinks, so Yoongi was careful as he settled backwards, propped up on his elbows, and gripped him to spread him open. His rim looked swollen and sore, which meant they definitely weren’t shoving anything else into him for a few days.
“Are you sore, baby?” Yoongi whispered and licked just once around his hole.
Jungkook shivered, biting his lip and whining an affirmative.
“I’ll be really careful,” he said. Which meant teasing. They both knew it, and Jungkook’s next whine was partially disbelief and anticipation. His crinkled whorl opened and closed against Yoongi’s tongue.
Another lick had Jungkook sighing through his nose and the noise going high and tight in the back of his throat.
“Does Yoongi’s rough tongue feel good, baby?”
Jungkook moaned. “So sensitive.”
“Tell us if it hurts too much.”
Yoongi licked at him again, pink nails curling into thick meat of his inner thighs to keep him spread open.
Jungkook whimpered when Yoongi pressed his tongue inside of him, and to Yoongi, it did not sound like a good whimper. He clamped own around his tongue and his hips shifted away on the bed.
“Guess I’m using my mouth in a different way for this,” Yoongi said and sucked Jungkook’s balls into his mouth. His moan was much more appreciative and he sagged into Yoongi’s firm hold.
Jungkook whined high, his hips shifting, his lower back almost lifting from the bed. Yoongi kept his hand on Jungkook’s dick, stroking slow and tight while he licked and played with his testicles. He was really sensitive right between them, almost to his ass, and Yoongi licked his rough tongue over skin that was usually ignored.
Jungkook’s moans increased and his thighs tightened and twitched as Yoongi teased.
Taehyung leaned down and licked at the head of Jungkook’s cock, pulling a startled yelp from him. His breathing sped up, his balls tightened, and Yoongi waited until the last possible moment before pulling off his sensitive balls and moving his hand.
Jungkook whined, his body shaking in pleasure without a release.
“One,” Yoongi said and pressed a kiss to a testicle.
Jungkook huffed and pouted.
“Something else for number two,” Yoongi said and licked at the length of his dick. “Gonna suck on your fat cock, baby. I love the way it stretches out my throat.”
The cock in question pulsed under his mouth, jerking up from his stomach. A splatter of precome painted over his stomach.
Yoongi moaned and lapped it up with his rough tongue. “You taste so good,” he murmured and licked at the slit. He gripped Jungkook’s balls, tight enough to make him moan, and pulled, lifting his dick up without touching it. He licked at the tip, all around the head and the crown before letting it into his mouth.
Jungkook whined low in the back of his throat, his chest rising and falling with stabling breaths.
Yoongi smirked to himself. Yeah, like that was going to help him. Yoongi took a deep breath through his nose and lowered his mouth down the shaft of Jungkook’s dick, lips all the way to the base.
Jungkook’s cry was heavenly.
Yoongi let it sit there and swallowed a few times, loving the heft of it, and then pulled back. He didn’t let Jungkook relax, and swallowed it again, and then again. He kept the tight grip on his balls and squeezed. His other hand went to Jungkook’s nipple and he played and pinched at the nub.
Yoongi kept his attention on the wide shaft in his mouth, feeling it harden, feeling the skin pulse. His thighs were shaking, his gasps almost too breathless. He was trying so hard not to come.
Yoongi thought of teasing more, giving Jungkook that last bit of pain that he needed to be pushed over the edge, but he couldn’t handle the punishment for coming without permission, so Yoongi waited just a few more moments, when Jungkook’s dick was almost swollen, and then he pulled away. Everything but the fingers on his nipple.
Jungkook whimpered and Yoongi looked at his face. He was crying, not sobbing, just tears dripping from his eyes.
“Color, baby boy,” Yoongi whispered.
“G-green.”
Yoongi smiled. “Don’t say that just to make us happy.” He wiped at Jungkook’s tears and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Not. Just ... it’s so ... dreamy.”
They both chuckled.
“Green?” Yoongi asked again.
Jungkook nodded. “Green, hyung. P-promise.”
“Good. Now. Did you deserve that edging?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Why?”
“Because I let the dildo fall out of my mouth.”
“Good. Now, if you can hold on to it while I keep playing with you, then I won’t tell Taehyung that you smelled like a girl when you got home from the gym today.”
“What?” Taehyung demanded at the same time that Jungkook whined in protest.
“He says he was helping a girl with her spotting.”
Jungkook pouted. “I was!”
Taehyung’s nostrils flared. “What did I say about that?”
“I can’t tell her no, you’re being--”
Taehyung shoved three fingers into Jungkook’s mouth, his thumb and pinky hooking around his chin. “I’m being what?”
Jungkook whined, ending with a gurgle and a choking noise. Taehyung pumped his fingers in and out of his mouth.
“Those girls love you, and you know it. You think it’s nothing because you’ve told them about me, but all girls think they can turn gay guys straight.”
Yoongi watched Taehyung’s face. He was angry, his brow furrowed, mouth turned down in a frown. His arm was shaking, his fingers digging harsher into Jungkook’s chin. Part of him wondered if this had been a smart move, but he knew that Jungkook could handle it, handle the discipline and handle the ferocity of his jealous lover. And Taehyung, in his jealous mindset, would give Jungkook just what he wanted.
“Let them watch, I don’t care. Let them dream. Let them wonder and wish. But they are not allowed to touch, and you are not allowed to touch them. Understand?”
Jungkook nodded frantically, still gurgling around the fingers.
“Say it.”
“I understand.” Although it came out as “u’nnerstn” because of the fingers in his mouth.
Taehyung growled low in his throat and he crawled up and over Jungkook’s body. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but he unbuttoned his pants, pushed them and his boxers down and said, “Suck. Now.” He shoved his fingers back into Jungkook’s mouth, holding him open, and used his other hand to lower his dick.
Jungkook groaned in anticipation, getting his mouth around him, and Taehyung growled, giving him a slap to his cheek. “Not for you. Just ...” He dropped his hips, thrusting down into Jungkook’s mouth and then he shifted his legs. His knees pinned Jungkook’s shoulders to the bed. He gripped face with both hands, fingers digging into his chin and neck. And then he held him still and thrust.
Jungkook gagged, and then gagged again, but he didn’t protest. If anything, his body shivered in even greater pleasure and Yoongi watched as he splattered more precome all over his stomach.
Yoongi smirked and left Taehyung to his thrusting and growling. He crawled back to his place between Jungkook’s spread legs, kneeling before sliding his nails over his legs in a harsh scratch. They didn’t leave gouges like they would have before they were trimmed, but they still left pleasant raised red lines on Jungkook’s darker skin. He kept his hands away from Jungkook’s dick though. He was so close to coming, so close to just letting the pleasure of finally being disciplined shoot through his dick, that Yoongi knew Jungkook would come with just a touch to his dick.
So he just watched and listened.
Taehyung’s growls turned to pants and low moans. His thrusts stayed firm and in control.
Sooner than Yoongi thought, Taehyung yanked away from Jungkook’s mouth, twisted off him to the side and stroked himself until he came all over the bed next to Jungkook’s head.
Jungkook’s eyes shut, more tears dripping down his cheeks to the bed. An errant drop of come landed on his cheek and he flinched.
Taehyung’s body sagged, hand holding himself up on the bed, back arched down. HIs pants were slipping from his body.
Yoongi let the silence stay between them for a moment longer and then crawled back up Jungkook’s body. He licked up the come and hummed, the noise high and positive. There were still too many feelings rolling through Taehyung to do this. Yoongi didn’t mind.
“Such a good boy,” Yoongi whispered. “So good.”
“Not,” Jungkook murmured, his eyes wide and dialated. “Bad. I’m bad.”
“Hush, you aren’t. You didn’t come while Taehyung was disciplining you and you didn’t even need a cock ring. That’s so good. And god, your dick is so hard, so thick. I want it to stretch me open. I want to sit on your dick and let you come inside me.”
Jungkook panted, eyes wide, and soaked in Yoongi’s soft and dirty words. “Not bad?”
Taehyung snorted.
Yoongi chuckled. “Oh, I’m not sure if you’re completely absolved of letting a girl touch you and coming home smelling like fake strawberries, but you were good during your punishment, and now you can show us how sorry you are.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry!” He whined, twisting underneath Yoongi.
“Hush,” Yoongi said, cupping his cheek and kissing him. “I know, we know.” He looked over at Taehyung. “Right, Taehyung?”’
Taehyung still had this mask on and it annoyed Yoongi a little. Taehyung was all classic beauty. Pouty lips. Brooding eyes. His mask was flawless, and Yoongi wanted a little emotion from him right now. A little bit of the love he had for Jungkook. When his brows furrowed, Yoongi understood.
Taehyung felt guilty.
“Didn’t he do a good job?” Yoongi asked him.
Taehyung’s gaze cut to him and he stared for a long time. Long enough that Jungkook whined in shame.
Taehyung looked down at him and softly smiled. “Baby, don’t be upset. I’m sorry I was so upset. I--”
“No!” Jungkook said, eyes flashing through his tears. “No. No. You can’t apologize. No--”
“Shh,” Taehyung soothed and shifted a little closer to run his hand through Jungkook’s sweaty hair. “I was too rough.”
“You weren’t.” The scratchiness in Jungkook’s voice said that Taehyung had been rough, but it was exactly what Jungkook needed and wanted.
He said that out loud. Taehyung frowned again but then smirked over at Yoongi. “And what do you need and want?”
“An orgasm would be nice.”
Taehyung glanced down at Jungkook. He kept his hands running softly through his hair and kissed his lips. “Should we give our Suga-darling an orgasm?”
Jungkook nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes. We should.”
“You heard him say he wanted to sit on your dick. Do you want that?”
Jungkook moaned, hips rising off the bed. The head of his dick pressed against Yoongi’s thigh. “Want. Want so bad.”
“He isn’t ready to take the stretch of your dick,” Taehyung said. “So lay here and let Yoongi kiss you while I lick him open for you.”
Yoongi shivered and just barely stopped his yowl of eagerness. Or he thought he did. Taehyung chuckled at him. “Sounds like he’s okay with that.”
Taehyung pushed up, kneeling in front of Yoongi. He cupped Yoongi’s cheeks, a finger brushing over his lips. “Are you okay with that? With sex, I mean? Too soon.”
“No, no. I’m okay.” Yoongi was unable to form more words over the tightness of his throat. Taehyung was so soft when he wanted to be. Firm and authoritative when he needed to be. Soft and loving otherwise.
“I’d be more okay with it if you were naked.”
Taehyung chuckled. “All right. Kiss our pretty baby and I’ll be right back to eat your ass.”
Yoongi laughed. “Yes, sir.”
Taehyung pressed a kiss to his lips and then pushed away from them, climbing off the bed. Yoongi watched him slip off his shirt and pants and then turned toward Jungkook with a grin.
“Well you heard our Dom. We’re supposed to be kissing.”
“Like kissing.”
Yoongi fell over him, hands on either side of Jungkook’s head and smiled. “I like kissing too.” Their lips met softly. For a moment, and then Jungkook’s head lifted and his tongue surged into his mouth. Yoongi moaned, a shiver overtaking him that turned to more violent quaking when Taehyung’s strong hands gripped his hips and held him firmly in place.
“Slow down, baby,” Taehyung whispered. “Slow kisses. You like slow kisses the most.”
Jungkook moaned, but did as he was told. Yoongi pulled away for a moment to smile down at him. “Pretty baby, such a pretty baby with sweet lips.” Yoongi pulled Jungkook’s lower lip with his own and bit down with his sharp teeth.
Jungkook’s cry was muffled against the next bloody kiss and his body surged underneath him.
“Hold still,” Taehyung said and slapped his thigh.
Jungkook broke away with a whimper. He licked his lips, moaning. Blood spread across his lips and skin like smeared lipstick.
“You two are ... “ Taehyung pulled at Yoongi’s thigh. Yoongi let Taehyung move his lower body, so he was straddling Jungkook’s thighs instead of being between them. Jungkook’s legs were pulled straight, and Taehyung lifted Yoongi’s feet, settling them on Jungkook’s shins. “Hold him down while I eat you out, darling.”
Yoongi yowled in agreement. He took Jungkook’s wrists and pressed them into the bed next to his head. He shifted, putting more weight on his feet and squeezing his knees against Jungkook’s thighs.
“No one is allowed to come.”
Yoongi grumbled out a whine. It made Jungkook smile, and Yoongi lowered his head and licked at Jungkook’s bloody lips.
Taehyung gripped Yoongi’s ass, spread him open, and blew against his entrance, making him shiver again. The first touch of his tongue had Yoongi moaning into Jungkook’s mouth. His muscles all along his back tightened and his tail found purchase around one of Taehyung’s arms.
“Pretty kitty,” Jungkook whispered. “So pretty.”
“So are you,” Yoongi said, the last word morphing to a yowl when Taehyung pressed a slick finger into him. “Fuck.”
“Like my fingers, kitty?”
“Yes, yes, Taehyung, yes, I like your fingers.”
A second pressed into him too soon and he fought the urge to tighten around it, relaxing and letting his hips drop and curl his ass up. The hand still on his ass tightened, and Taehyung licked around his fingers.
“More, please, more.”
“More?” Taehyung said and pressed in a third finger. He held them still inside Yoongi and dumped lube all over his cleft.
Yoongi held his breath when they started moving.
“Aren’t you supposed to be kissing him?”
Yoongi yowled and turned his head to glare at him, but he only got a quick slap on his hip.
“Need more,” Yoongi said and bent down to lick at Jungkook’s lips again.
“Want me to slide that dildo into you next or have you sit on Jungkook’s cock?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise and he pulled away from Jungkook’s mouth.
“Cock, please,” Jungkook whined. “Let him sit on my cock.”
“Want the baby to fuck you, darling?” Taehyung removed his fingers pulling a moan from Yoongi. He kissed his asscheek and up the curve to his back.
“Please, please,” Jungkook said, shifting his body underneath him.
Yoongi shut his eyes, tightened his grip with his hands and pressed his feet against Jungkook’s shins to hold him still.
“You’re such a good kitty, darling.” Taehyung leaned over his back, mouth at his neck, just above the collar. HIs half hard dick settled against Yoong’s cleft. “Want a dick inside you now, pretty kitty?”
Did he? Did he really want that? It had only been a week since he’d been fucked, and that last time with Hyunjoong definitely wasn’t anything to be excited about. But these two, with these two, his body wanted. More than his body wanted. His heart wanted. He wanted so badly and like this, pressed between them so perfectly? His craziest dreams had been to experience an orgasm without pain or humiliation. To be wanted and loved and pressed between two of the sweetest men he’d ever met?
It wasn’t just that though, was it? Was it just because they’d been nice to him? WAs he falling so hard and so fast because they were the first ones to show him kindness and love? No, no, it wasn’t that. He knew manipulation and greed. He knew what that felt like to be at the hands that offered no mercy and only touched him to hurt him and gain pleasure for anyone but him.
Nothing like this. Nothing like the trust and love he felt between them.
He was crying, just a little bit, unable to breathe through the lump in his throat and the tightness in his chest.
“Darling?”
“Please,” Yoongi gasped. “Please, please. I want ... I want you. I want you!”
“Sh, darling, it’s okay. You’re okay darling.” Soft hands trailed through his sweaty hair and rubbed up and down his back.
“You so good, darling. So good. You’re going to make Jungkookie feel so good.” The hands left his body and Yoongi whimpered, trying to keep his head clear. Everything felt so light and tight at the same time. Everything was cloudy and all he could think about was his two lovers, between them, with them, he didn’t want them to leave.
“I’ve got you,” Taehyung said, leaning against his body. “See. Feel me right here? I’m just putting lube all over Jungkook’s big dick so he can stretch you open with it.”
Yoongi concentrated on the wet sounds of a dick being jacked off and his body tightened for an entirely different reason. Anticipation. Of being filled and fucked.
“Come, please,” Jungkook gasped. “Gonna come.”
“You aren’t,” Taehyung said. “Not until you’re inside Yoongi.”
Jungkook whimpered and squirmed underneath him again.
A strong arm wrapped around Yoongi’s middle, hand going flat against his chest. He followed the physical pull and sat up, leaning sweaty skin against Taehyung’s cooler body. Lips touched his shoulder.
“Let go of his hands, kitty.”
Yoongi obeyed.
“I’m going to hold him up for you, are you ready?”
Yoongi nodded frantically. “Ready. Please. Readly for a dick.”
The first touch of Jungkook’s thick head to his body had Yoongi tensing up, but Taehyung whispered something that calmed him down. He gripped Taehyung’s arm around his waist and dug his nails into skin.
“Take it, pretty kitty. Come on. Sit on Jungkook’s fat dick.”
Yoongi twisted his hip, gasping at the wet slide on his ass. He stopped where he thought he had to be and trusted Taehyung to hold Jungkook steady. He pushed down, crying out at the stretch of the wide head into his body. He probably would have pulled away right away, but Taehyung’s grip tightened on his waist.
“Come, come, please, come ... gonna ...”
“You’re inside him, pretty boy, go ahead and come.”
Jungkook gasped and tried to thrust up, and Yoongi moaned as more of his dick slipped into him. “Oh god, oh god, oh, god.” His mouth fell open, lips wet and red and swollen from Yoongi’s bite. His entire body shook in his desperate need to hold still and not thrust and the fight against the pleasure coursing through him.
Yoongi froze, just for a moment, feeling the shaft swell inside him and then the rest jerk as Jungkook came.
“That was so beautiful, pretty boy. You’re so pretty when you come,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook whined, his hips shifting away, and Taehyung pushed Yoongi down more.
“No, no, you don’t get to move, pretty boy. Yoongi wants to be fucked.”
“Oh god,” Jungkook whined, his body still shaking. “Too ... too much.”
“You’re the one that came too soon,” Taehyung said and kept kissing Yoongi’s shoulders. “Yoongi tell Jungkook how you feel right now filled with his cock and his come.”
“So ... so fucked,” Yoongi gasped and sank down further when Taehyung let him. “Full. So full. Pretty baby’s dick is so ... fuck.”
Taehyung was pulling his hips back up and then back down, directing his movements. Yoongi did not mind and he let himself drop further, both into Taehyung’s arms and into the dreamy world of him and his lovers and the pleasure around his skin. His cock bobbed with his movements, spluttering precome onto Jungkook’s stomach.
“Our pretty boy,” Taehyung said. “How’s his dick?”
“So big,” Yoongi gasped when he finally was able to sit flush in Jungkook’s lap. He moved his hands from Taehyung’s arm down to Jungkook’s chest.
“Yeah, he’s got a big dick. Is he going soft?”
Yoongi shook his head. “No, no. He can’t. Not yet.”
“You hear that, baby boy, you can’t go soft yet.”
“Won’t. I ... I won’t. Fuck. Might ... come. Fuck.”
“Again? Already?” Yoongi gasped, the noise full of pleasure and satisfaction.
“Pinch his nipples,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi obeyed and Jungkook cried out, his hips rising from the bed and shoving his dick even farther inside Yoongi.
“He likes that.”
“Likes the pain,” Yoongi said.
“Yeah, he does.”
Yoongi did it again to get the same reaction and then really wished his nails were still sharp to add more claw marks to his chest. He scratched down his firm muscles anyway to leave raised red lines.
“Like ... likes to be ... overpowered, dominated,” Yoongi whispered.
Jungkook nodded frantically.
Yoongi pitched forward, catching himself on Jungkook’s shoulders. The way his dick shifted inside him had Yoongi moaning and he paused and then lifted his hips up and down, fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock. The dirty messy noises had Yoongi flushing, but only because his moans were almost as loud. Taehyung’s hands went right to Yoongi’s ass and gripped him, spreading him open to watch Yoongi ride Jungkook’s dick.
“Fuck, he’s spreading you open so much. Your pretty red hole is clinging to his dick. You’re going to be gaping for the rest of the day.”
“And tomorrow,” Yoongi said. “I hope.”
“Gonna fuck you open tomorrow too,” Jungkook gasped.
Yoongi smiled down at him. “Can’t wait.”
“You going to come again, pretty baby?” Taehyung asked.
“Can ... can I?”
“I don’t know, Yoongi, can he?”
Yoongi’s head was finally clearing enough to remember that he was partly in charge, or somewhere. Taehyung definitely was.
“Yeah, yeah, pretty baby can come again if he wants to.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“So soon?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No, no, not ... not yet, but ... need to come again.”
“How about I make you a deal?” Yoongi whispered and moved his hands from Jungkook’s chest up to his neck. “You be a good boy, you hold still and let me fuck myself on your dick, and I’ll wrap my fingers around your neck.”
“Yoongi,” Taehyung said in warning.
Yoongi ignored him and smiled down at Jungkook’s wide eyes. “How about it?” he asked, using just his nails to scratch under Jungkook’s chin and to his collarbone.
Jungkook tilted his head back with a whine. “Yes, yes, please yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Choke me, choke me, please, hyung.”
Yoongi scraped a nail over the pretty freckle under his lower lip and them trailed the finger down his chin and to his neck. “Will you hold still? Will you be good and let hyung ride your dick?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll be good. I’ll be a good boy.”
“You are such a good boy,” Yoongi whispered and pressed his hands to Jungkook’s neck. He turned them so his thumbs were putting pressure on his adam's apple, not too much. The rest of his fingers and his palms were for the sensation of being choked, but only the thumbs cut off part of his breathing. He pressed a little harder and rolled his hips at the same time, head tilting up to moan at the feeling of Jungkook’s dick sliding in and out of him.
Jungkook’s moan was cut off with a gurgle, and Yoongi smiled down at him.
“So pretty all pliant and eager to please. Going to use your body, going to use your dick.” He rocked his hips back and forth, not letting Jungkook slide out of him at first, just moving inside him, and then he curled his hips up. He used his grip on Jungkook’s neck for support as he sped up, riding him faster. He watched Jungkook’s face go red, for any kind of panic or pain, fought the need to shut his eyes at the pleasure of being stretched open.
Jungkook’s hands tightened on his hips and his body shook. He gasped, the noise short and forced past the blockage. Yoongi felt him come again, felt him pulse inside him, the sound of his dicking slurping dirtier with more come inside him.
“Good boy, good boy,” Yoongi said and released the pressure on his neck, though he didn’t take his hands away. He kept the touch light and went back to slow thrusts.
“So ... so ... thank you, Yoongi-hyung. Thank you.” Jungkook’s voice was raspy and deep.
Taehyung pressed against Yoongi’s back and Yoongi shivered at the press of his erection on his ass..
“My turn?” Taehyung whispered, biting down on Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi yowled and pushed back against his body. Jungkook’s dick slipped out of him with a dirty noise.
“Is that a yes?” Taehyung asked, swiping his dick up and down Yoongi’s cleft.
“Yes, yes, please, yes,” Yoongi begged.
“So messy. Such a dirty kitty. Next time, I’m going to make Jungkook clean up his mess. But this time--” Taehyung pushed into him, and Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. He lowered his head to Jungkook’s sweaty collarbone and yowled as Taehyung thrust into him, not stopping until their bodies were pressed together. “--This time,” Taehyung continued, “going to fuck you full of come, gonna push it so deep you can taste it.”
Taehyung was longer than Jungkook, not as wide, but fuck, Yoongi felt the new stretch. His tail twitched and tightened its hold on Taehyung’s arm, and his back went straight. It felt like Taehyung was sliding his dick up Yoongi’s spine and into his throat.
He couldn’t breathe, not at first, not until shaking hands settled in his hair and Jungkook’s quiet voice whispered reassurances at him. Lips danced over his jaw and cheeks.
“Pretty kitty, pretty pretty kitty,” Jungkook whispered.
“Gorgeous,” Taehyung moaned in agreement and started thrusting.
“Fuck,” Yoongi gasped and then shouted. He dug his nails into Jungkook’s shoulders, curled his back and met Taehyung’s thrusts with his own.
“Make him come, pretty baby, make our kitty come.”
Fingers wrapped around his dick and the world went hazy and gray. Yoongi stopped shouting words and meowed, yowling and crying. Strong arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him back against the firm body behind him. The dick inside him dug even deeper into his body, stealing his breath again, and he froze for a moment, body buoyed and floating before everything shattered and he splattered his release all over Jungkook’s chest and stomach.
Lips touched his neck and then teeth and a mouth, sucking on his shoulder. He was still whining, his body shaking through tingles of pleasure. Even his fingers were jerking, his tail twisting and his toes clenching while Taehyung finished fucking him, finishing inside him, added more of a mess into his body.
He fell over and into Jungkook’s body, supported by his strong arms. Nuzzling into his neck, Yoongi’s heavy gasps turned to happy purrs and he meowed and squirmed and happily spread his and Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s scents into his body. Marking him. Marking them.
Taehyung chuckled. “I do believe our pretty darling is satisfied.”
Yoongi meowed in agreement.
“Everything is a mess,” Taehyung said. “Let’s go shower.”
“No!” Yoongi shouted, suddenly pushing up, his eyes wide with panic. “No-eow. No. No. No. Not clean. Smells good. Smells.”
“Shh,” Taehyung whispered and cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t want to shower?”
“No no no. Have to smell good. Have to smell like...” Yoongi clawed at Taehyung’s arms, trying to pull himself out of this, out of his mind, but he didn’t want to, it was so perfect. Everything. They were here and close and ...
“Have to smell like master. Please, please.”
“Sh, baby, sh, it’s okay,” Taehyung said and pulled him into another hug. Jungkook sat up and hugged him from the other side. Both of them, with him between them, where he belonged. Where Yoongi never wanted to leave. Between his owners, between his masters. Held tightly and kissed and loved. So loved. His throat was tight again, but not from the pleasure, from everything else, from the way they held him, the way they supported him, the way they whispered to him, voices soft and gentle.
An annoying part of his brain told him not to, that it was stupid, that his wasn’t going to last, that they were going to hurt him. But he told it to shut up. They were his masters. They weren’t going to hurt him. Masters did not hurt their pets.
Yoongi wanted so much, and so he let himself be touched, pampered, and loved. He let himself purr, meow, and wriggle between them. He let himself fall in love and let himself bask in the love and attention of his owners.
>(^o^)<
Part 10: I like it. Do you like it?
Part 9: For Now, They Loved
Part 8: He Is Gorgeous
Part 7: I've Got You. You're Okay.
Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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Pairing: Taehyung/Yoongi/Jungkook, Seokjin/Jimin/Namjoon/Hobi (BTS)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I haven't yet decided if I'm still borrowing these guys or if they own my soul yet. I mean, who am I kidding, really? Especially Yoongi. He can own me whenever he wants even if I can't own him or his members.
Genre: catboy!Yoongi, catboy!Namjoon, catboy!Hobi
Warning: praise kink, muscle kink, a fair bit of dom/sub elements, and toys. lots of sappy fluff too.
Summary: Min Yoongi has a new owner. His new owner has a boyfriend. Between them and with them, Yoongi feels like he's losing himself. And Jungkook isn't too sure what to do with Yoongi even if Taehyung has already decided. Maybe together they can heal, grow, and fall in love.
A/N: Sorry for the delay. Real life got the best of me.
Part 11:
Still Monday...
Jungkook was late, and Yoongi tried not to let himself get mad. He wasn’t Jungkook’s keeper. He wasn’t in charge of him, but Jungkook was supposed to be home right after class.
When he finally heard Jungkook arrive (at almost six!), Yoongi scampered off the couch, slid along the floor and then stopped almost as fast as he’d started, just catching his balance with his tail out to the side. But that feeling, that joy, that ... eagerness, because his master was home. That’s what he’d felt just then. That fleeting euphoria.
And that was not okay.
Yoongi crossed his arms and glared at the door as it opened, ears up and tail waving behind him in his irritation at himself.
“Hey,” Jungkook said. His smile fell. “Everything okay?”
“You’re late,” Yoongi snapped, ignoring and shoving aside the urge to run to him and hug him.
“Ah, did you miss me?” Jungkook asked, smiling at him.
“You little--” Yoongi took three steps toward him and then stopped, sniffing. “Why do you smell ... like strawberries, like ... fuck, fake strawberries?” His nose twitched, and then twitched again. He sneezed, his entire head shaking and his ears twitching.
Jungkook laughed. “That was singularly the cutest thing you have ever done.”
“Fuck you.” He sneezed again.
Jungkook settled his bag by the door and kicked his shoes off. “To answer both your questions, I went to the gym since I skipped again yesterday, and I haven’t showered yet.”
“How does that explain the nasty-ass strawberry smell that is almost completely covering your sweaty Jungkook smell?”
Jungkook shrugged. “Probably from Amber, I was helping her with some stretches and we were sparring for a little while.”
“Sparring?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of sparring?”
Jungkook tilted his head. “Are you jealous?”
“No, it’s just that no matter how fast or good she is, you can learn way more from sparring with me.”
“And what do you think I’d do to you once I got you pinned?”
Heat flared in Yoongi’s chest, but he ignored it and narrowed his eyes. “Arrogant of you to think you could pin me in a sparring match. I don’t play nice.”
Jungkook winked. “Lucky me.”
“Fuck you,” Yoongi snapped again, feeling his cheeks pink. “Go wash the smell off you, and clean up. Taehyung is going to be here soon.”
“Clean up for what?”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed further and he caught himself mid-hiss. “I may not be jealous, but I know Taehyung is.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Fuck, don’t tell him.”
Yoongi smirked.
“Please, god, please don’t. He’s going to be so mad.”
“We’ll see. Be good. Clean up. You’ll probably end up needing to appease him. You need to appease me for being late.”
Jungkook swallowed deeply. “Okay, fine.”
Yoongi spun around again and headed back to the couch, trying not to let the hurt of not getting a hug make him spin back and chase Jungkook into his room. He sat stiffly, hyper aware of Jungkook’s soft socked footfalls on the floor behind him.
“Glad I‘m home,” Jungkook murmured and ran his hands through Yoongi’s hair and then rubbed at his ears.
Yoongi canted up into the touch with a heavy purr, and then stopped abruptly, swatted at Jungkook’s hand that had already left his head, and growled.
Jungkook chuckled.
Yoongi curled up with his green blanket and huffed at himself. He’d been irritated all day, all the long hours that Jungkook was supposed to be home and then wasn’t. But as soon as Jungkook arrived, Yoongi had pushed it all aside and almost ran in eagerness to greet his master. Cat instinct?
Yeah, he was going to blame that. That’s all it was, instinct.
He grumbled to himself the entire time that Jungkook was in the shower. He did not come out of his cocoon of blankets until Jungkook sat next to him. He stuck out his nose and sniffed. Good. Soap. Neutral. No fake ass strawberries to be smelled.
“I’m sorry you were worried about me,” Jungkook said.
“I wasn’t,” Yoongi mumbled, twisting around, and pressed more firmly against Jungkook’s side.
Jungkook shifted and draped his arm over Yoongi’s back. He kept his hand flat for a moment, and Yoongi froze, wanting to be petted so badly, but not wanting to ask.
“Is this okay?” Jungkook whispered.
Yoongi whined and pushed closer, untangling himself from the blanket enough to throw a leg over Jungkook’s thick thigh.
Jungkook froze for a moment too before relaxing and shifting. His hand curled around Yoongi side, under Yoongi’s shirt.
“It’s ... it’s okay. Th-thank you. Fuck. Not ... just ... thank ... fuck you.”
Jungkook chuckled and rubbed up Yoongi’s back.
“Don’t think --” Yoongi broke off with a small yowl when Jungkook scratched the thicker patch of fur above his tail.
“Don’t think what?”
“Don’t think this is going ... going to distract ... me ... from ... your ... fuck.”
“From my what?”
“Punishment,” Yoongi growled and gave up, rubbing up against Jungkook’s body to try to press tighter.
“For what?” Jungkook ran his hands up and down Yoongi’s back, under the shirt, pressing hard, almost a massage.
“For being late. And smelling like a girl. And skipping the gym again. And worrying me. And smelling like fucking fake strawberries.”
“That’s ... a lot.”
Yoongi lifted his head, opening one eye. “Too much?”
“I don’t ... I don’t think so.”
Yoongi pushed up, hands on his chest, blunt nails digging into the muscle.
Jungkook sighed and his eyes shut. “Miss that sharp prick of claws,” he mumbled.
Yoongi curled one hand up around Jungkook’s neck and trailed the fingers of the other over his lips. “I thought you liked the pink polish.”
“Do ... Fuck,” Jungkook sucked on the finger that Yoongi allowed into his mouth.
Pleasure was spiraling out of his control, and he was ready to rub one out against Jungkook’s abs again. Especially when one finger became two and Jungkook sucked on them the way he usually sucked on Yoongi’s dick.
They stared at each other, Jungkook’s eyes wide with want and Yoongi’s narrowed at all the possibilities.
“So,” Yoongi whispered, letting his wet fingers trail sloppy down Jungkook’s chin. “Punishment?”
Jungkook swallowed.
“Do you want me to?”
Jungkook bit his lip and nodded. “Y-yes. Yes, I do.”
Yoongi smiled. “Maybe we can show Taehyung how to do it properly?”
Jungkook nodded quickly, head going light.
“But not until Taehyung can come over. We’ll set you up properly. Welcome him home the way a good pet should, yeah?”
Jungkook moaned. “Please. Please.”
“Sh, baby,” Yoongi whispered and kissed his lower lip, aiming for that beauty mark.
Jungkook bit his lower lip.
“What?”
“I ... I want to hurry, but ... you’re ...”
“Still on your lap,” Yoongi offered and sat right on Jungkook’s hard dick.
Jungkook moaned and his hands tightened on Yoongi’s hips. “Y-yeah.”
“Give me a kiss and then I’ll let you get up.”
Jungkook surged forward with a firm grip on Yoongi’s neck. The kiss was desperate and almost violent. Yoongi thought for a moment to slow it down, but let it happen instead, let Jungkook have control. Besides, in the end, it only teased him more. Especially when Yoongi started moaning and curling his hips down in smooth circles in time to their kiss.
When Jungkook pulled away with a whine, they were both panting, both hard, both with red, slick lips.
“Gonna spend more time kissing you,” Yoongi promised.
Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, okay. Now?”
“No, not now.” Yoongi reluctantly climbed from his lap. “Taehyung will be here soon, and you want to be waiting for him like a good boy, right?”
“Yes, please. Yes.”
“Then follow me.” Yoongi jumped off the couch and didn’t check to make sure Jungkook followed him because Yoongi knew he would. “Kneel.”
“What?”
“Kneel. Right here.” Yoongi pointed to the bright blue rug that welcomed everyone into the house. He used his foot to move it back a couple feet from the door.
Jungkook bit his lower lip and kneeled, the muscles of his body tensing to let him down easy. God, he was so beautiful.
He landed with a thunk
“Spread your knees, cross your ankles.”
Jungkook obeyed.
Yoongi watched him, face as disinterested as possible. God, he was gorgeous. Muscles and ... eagerness. Yoongi could almost feel him vibrating with anticipation. Yoongi wasn’t going to do anything until Taehyung arrived. Get him in position and wait. He walked around him, fingers trailing on his shoulders and up into his hair.
Jungkook whined, canting up into the soft touch. Yoongi pulled at his hair, fingers wrapping in the slightly wet strands.
“You hush. I can’t play with you yet, and when you make those weak little noises, I just want to unwrap you. Take off your shirt, and put your hands up on your head, fingers laced together. I’ll be right back.”
Yoongi turned before he saw Jungkook obey because all that skin was going to be too hard to turn away from. He went to the bedroom and fetched the lube and Jungkook’s dildo. When he stepped back around the wall, he stopped and stared at Jungkook’s strong back, his biceps defined from his arms being bent. He was relaxed, but Yoongi knew that his back would arch, curve as he straightened, his pert ass sticking out, as soon as he heard Yoongi’s footsteps.
Swallowing, Yoongi stepped through the room on quiet feet. Just as he rounded the couch, Jungkook’s spine straightened, all his muscles tensed and he inhaled sharply. And just as Yoongi knew, his ass curled back, sticking out, presenting himself.
“Relax,” Yoongi whispered and ran his fingers along Jungkook’s arms where they stayed on top of his head.
He kept that hand on him and walked around him. He let his fingers trail all over his strong shoulders and chest. Jungkook shut his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose.
“Two things,” Yoongi said. “Are you listening?”
Jungkook nodded. “Y-yes. Yes.”
“Good boy,” Yoongi said and cupped his cheek. He leaned in and gave him a kiss and ignored the way his throat tightened at Jungkook’s happy smile. “First, you are not allowed to come until Taehyung gets here. Your ass and thighs still remember what happened yesterday and it is way too soon to give you another spanking.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “I won’t come without perm--”
Yoongi shook his head. “That’s not what I said. Remember?”
Jungkook pouted and then said, “I won’t come until Taehyung gets here.”
“Good, pretty baby. And second, well, maybe there are three things because you are not allowed to say another word, but you won’t be able to because ...” Yoongi lifted the dildo and said, “Hold this for me.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in anticipation. His mouth practically snapped open.
Yoongi chuckled. “It’s nowhere near as long as Taehyung’s dick, but it’s only meant to warm you up and shut you up.” He ran the tip of it over Jungkook’s plump bottom lip.
Jungkook whimpered and licked at it.
“Taehyung should be here in about fifteen minutes. Can you hold on to this for me for that long?”
Jungkook nodded. “I can do it, Yoongi-hyung.”
“Good boy.” Yoongi slid it into his mouth without warning and Jungkook moaned, the noise turning to a whimper when Yoongi pulled it free. Or almost free. He smirked at the gleam in Jungkook’s eyes and pumped the toy in and out of his mouth.
“I really hope I get to watch Taehyung choke you with his dick again. I can’t believe you can take all of it.”
“Practice,” Jungkook said, the word muffled around the toy.
Yoongi laughed. “I bet. Now, if you need to, you can spit this out and tell me a color, yellow or red. If you let it fall out of your mouth by accident and you want it back in, then green, okay?”
Jungkook nodded.
Yoongi thrust the toy into the back of this throat and smirked when he choked. “Good length, right?”
Jungkook winked at him.
With another chuckle, Yoongi let the toy go, humming in satisfaction when Jungkook’s lips closed around the small indentation at the base, leaving the flat bottom sticking out of his mouth like a not-safe-for-work pacifier.
Yoongi leaned in and kissed his cheek. “You are a good boy, so I don’t think I really need to say this, but stay in position. That’s the third thing. Stay. Just as you are.”
Jungkook nodded, gagging a little and taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Yoongi stepped away from him and just looked and admired the vision of Jungkook in nothing but tight boxersbriefs, already bulging with his erection and a wet spot on the light gray fabric. His entire body was a gift from god. His muscles tight and the bruises of hickys blooming on tanned skin. Yoongi thought about taking a picture and sending it to Taehyung, but that would completely defeat the purpose of Jungkook kneeling and waiting for his Dom to get home.
Well, just because he wasn’t going to send it to Taehyung didn’t mean that he couldn’t take a few pictures. He took one from every angle, and instead of Taehyung, he sent one to Jimin with the caption: Do you think Taehyung is going to like his pet? ~ Suga
Jimin’s reply was almost instant. A meme of someone fainting and the words “I CAN’T EVEN!”
He was typing a reply when a thunk had him jumping in surprise. He glanced at Jungkook and then glared when he saw the toy on the floor instead of his mouth.
“Baby, it hasn’t even been five minutes.”
Jungkook pouted, said, “Green,” and opened his mouth wide.
Yoongi huffed and bent over to pick up the toy. “I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment for that, baby, but I’ll give you another chance.”
Jungkook nodded, but he did not say anything, and Yoongi remembered that he’d told him not to talk. Only colors.
“Do better,” Yoongi said and lightly tapped his cheek before sliding the dildo back into his mouth.
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed with determination.
Yoongi smiled and turned his attention back to the phone while walking to the bedroom. He wanted to look really cute for Taehyung too, but he still didn’t have any of his own clothes. He rifled through Jungkook’s drawers and picked a pair of gray boxers, to match Jungkook’s, and one of his long sleeved T-shirts. It hung off one shoulder and clung to his skin and the curves of his ass.
Yoongi took a picture of himself in the mirror and sent it to Jimin. What do you think? Will Taehyung like this?
Jimin: What are you doing? Trying to kill him? Or me! Fuck!
Yoongi: No. Just trying to show Taehyung how to take good care of his toys, that’s all.
Jimin: Thank god. Taehyung is always so worried about hurting him that he holds himself back. I tell him all the time that he isn’t doing enough for Jungkook.
Yoongi: do you tell him about your baby Seokjin?
Jimin: kkkkkkkk yes, all the time, but Taehyung is determined and stubborn and doesn’t think that Jungkook needs that level of discipline.
Yoongi: I’ve only been here a week and I can already tell he needs it.
Jimin: TaeTae is one of my best friends, which means I have the right to tell him how stupid he is. Which I do. Often.
Yoongi: I’ll work on it.
Jimin: Hmmmmm working on Jungkook? Lucky you. Keep me updated?
There was a thunk from the other room, followed by a very quiet, “Fuck. Green.”
Yoongi: Sure. I’m pretty sure I just heard that dildo fall out of his mouth again, so I better go pay attention to him.
Yoongi put the phone down on the table as he walked through the main space. Sure enough, the dildo was on the floor again. Jungkook was still in position, though his entire body was slumped down, disappointed in himself.
“Baby,” Yoongi said as he walked in front of him. “Is this too much for you? Answer me.”
“No, no, it’s not. I’m sorry. I just ... have to breathe around it.”
Yoongi hummed and picked up the dildo. “Maybe we need to get you a smaller one, or an actual gag that has straps.”
“No, no, I mean, okay, I won’t mind, but I can do it. I can!”
Yoongi looked at him, noted how his breathing was speeding up. He frowned. “You’re not in trouble, baby. Not yet. Calm down.”
“Let me try again.”
Yoongi pondered him with his arms crossed, tapping the dildo on his own mouth. By the way Jungkook’s breath hitched, Yoongi had a feeling he liked that.
“Fine. One more try. You’ve let it drop twice, so you’re going to be punished, but it won’t be as bad if you keep it in your mouth until Taehyung gets here.”
Jungkook nodded. “I understand. Green.” He opened his mouth wide.
Chuckling, Yoongi slid the toy back into his mouth. “Will it help if I watch you? I don’t think that I should have to. You should be good enough to kneel here by yourself.”
Jungkook whined, shifting on his knees. He gagged on the toy.
Keeping his grin, Yoongi sat down in front of him, leaned back on his hands and spread his legs. He did not fill out the boxers quite as much as Jungkook did, but he was hard.
“I’ll just sit here,” Yoongi said and rubbed his erection with one hand. “It’s a nice view.”
Yoongi let his gaze trail over every inch of his body, tracing the curves of muscles and veins in his arms.
“Fuck, I want to rub all over you again,” Yoongi whispered, “slide my dick down your stomach until I can get your thick cock in my mouth.”
Jungkook whined, eyes shutting. He tilted his head back and gagged on the toy again. The wet spot on his boxers was suddenly bigger and spreading down the thick length giving the integrity of the fabric a run for its money. His nipples hardened in anticipation.
Yoongi rubbed himself through his boxers, letting the apartment fill with his purring.
Jungkook moaned, gagging again. The toy slipped through his lips before he sucked it back into his mouth.
“Good boy,” Yoongi moaned and licked his lips. “Can’t wait until it’s my dick in your mouth instead of that toy.”
Jungkook’s breath quickened. His skin shimmered with sweat.
Yoongi’s ears perked up at the sound of a key in the lock. He smiled at Jungkook, loving the way his body tightened in anticipation, his muscles going taut from head to toe. God, he was sexy.
“God, you’re sexy,” Yoongi muttered just as the door opened.
Taehyung froze almost immediately, his breath stopping in an audible quick inhale.
Yoongi tilted his head back, looking at Taehyung upside down, and he smiled, eyes going to slits, his tail waved behind him. “Hi, welcome home.”
“What is this?” Taehyung asked and shut the door. He paused only to take his shoes off and then rubbed at Yoongi’s head, scratching behind his ears. Yoongi’s eyes shut and he arched into the touch with a happy purr.
“This is welcome home,” Yoongi said.
Taehyung lifted an eyebrow. “That does not clarify things at all, darling.”
Yoongi let himself enjoy the soft pets on his ears for a little while, and then said, “You should get to use your toys when you get home from work. You know. Relax. Enjoy. Play.”
Taehyung smiled. “Toys, huh?” He glanced at Jungkook, whose breath was even more labored around the toy.
“He wants to be used, remember? So use him. This isn’t any different than him being pretty for you, is it?”
“But--”
“All in the nomenclature, huh?”
Taehyung chuckled. “How did you get so smart, little kitty?”
“Practice.” He winked.
“So, I get to use my toy.”
“Yes, but ...” Yoongi glanced back at Jungkook who managed to pout and look contrite.
“But?”
“Someone was naughty,” Yoongi said. “He let that toy fall out of his mouth twice when I told him he had to hold onto it, so he does need to be punished.”
“Punished?” Taehyung said in concern.
“Yep.” Yoongi kneeled and shuffled closer to Jungkook. He ran his hand over the bulge of thigh muscle and under the boxers. “Obviously, he can’t get another spanking, his ass is still too sore from Saturday, and we don’t want to abuse him, right?”
“Right.”
Yoongi let his finger trail up Jungkook’s erection, smirking when Jungkook’s eyes shut and he whined and then gagged.
“And it’s not like a spanking is really a punishment. He likes it way too much. So, let’s think of something else.” Yoongi turned his back on Jungkook. Taehyung still hadn’t moved from the door, leaning back on it with his arms crossed and his ankles too. He looked in perfect control, perfect nonchalance. Like he didn’t care at all. Maybe Yoongi would have believed it if not for the obvious erection tenting his loose pants.
Yoongi stood up and stepped into Taehyung’s side with a purr. Taehyung uncrossed his arms and hugged Yoongi against his side. Yoongi hummed and rubbed against his shoulder and pushed under his chin. Taehyung chuckled and used both hands to pet up and down his back.
“You ... you said he hates edging,” Yoongi said.
Jungkook whined immediately in protest.
Taehyung laughed. “He really, really hates it.”
“So we can do that. I’ve also noticed that he hates being ignored, so maybe instead of edging him, you let me have two orgasms before we let him come.”
Jungkook’s protest was even louder.
Taehyung laughed, the noise soft against Yoongi’s ear before lips touched his skin. “I think we’ll consider that for a harsher punishment. Because that punishes us too. And besides, you can still come while we edge him.”
Yoongi hum of agreement turned to a moan when Taehyung grabbed his ass, hefting him up and into his arms. Yoongi wrapped his legs around Taehyung’s waist and his tail around one knee, hands clutching at his neck. Their lips met in a surprisingly soft kiss. So soft, with just lips and breaths. Taehyung hummed in appreciation.
“Bed?” he whispered.
Yoongi nodded, trying not to release his lips. “Don’t forget our toy.”
Taehyung glanced down and smiled. “Yes, our pretty toy. Follow us to the bed, baby.”
Jungkook whined in anticipation.
Yoongi settled in Taehyung’s grip and shut his eyes with a happy smile. God, he felt so content. And in love. So in love.
“Need to ... need to establish firm rules,” Yoongi whispered. “And firm punishments. Spanking for in play, edging for minor infractions, time out for anything serious. You can also do more. Like spanking is minor while in play, a belt or whip for when he’s really being a brat. Stuff like that.”
Taehyung settled Yoongi onto the edge of the bed. “And what if you’re being a brat?”
Yoongi bit his lip and met his eyes. “I’m too cute to punish, remember?.”
Laughing, Taehyung agreed and peppered Yoongi’s face with more kisses. “You are. Such a cute kitty. So pretty.”
Yoongi absolutely hated that he blushed and his purring grew louder. Hated it. He hated it. Mostly.
The bed dipped beside him and his eyes fluttered open to see Jungkook, the toy still in his mouth. Reaching up to cup his cheek, Yoongi whispered, “Good boy. Get that toy out of your mouth and kiss me.”
Jungkook turned his head and let the toy fall to the bed with a thump. He followed Yoongi’s pull down to his mouth and their lips met, open and wet, the opposite of Taehyung’s sweet kisses. Jungkook growled into his mouth. Warmer hands pulled at his clothes, and he lifted his hips to let Taehyung take off the boxers. Jungkook demanded the same with his shirt, tugging on it with annoyed grunts when he had to stop kissing him for a moment.
Yoongi chuckled. “Slow it down, pretty. You’re in trouble, remember?”
“He is,” Taehyung mused and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s bare shoulder. “And since it was Yoongi’s command you broke, he gets to dole out the punishment.”
Jungkook shuddered. “Do ... do we have to?”
“Of course,” Yoongi said and patted his cheek. “Can’t let you think you can get away with disobeying.”
“But I didn’t come!”
Yoongi snorted. “Yeah, yet. If you had come, you’d still be in front of the door, and only Taehyung and I would be here on this bed. But you still can’t come. You’re getting edged, pretty boy.”
Jungkook pouted. It almost swayed Yoongi. Almost.
“And you were late today because you went to the gym because you skipped yesterday, right?”
“Again?” Taehyung said and frowned. “Baby!”
“I wanted to see Yoongi!”
“It’s not like I’m going anywhere,” Yoongi said. “I guess you’re going to be edged three times.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook muttered.
“Only if you behave. Now, on your back, sweetheart,” Taehyung said and slapped Jungkook’s leg. “Get those boxers off.”
The pout stayed firmly in place while Jungkook obeyed. Like that could sway either of them.
Though Taehyung did give the pretty pout a kiss.
Jungkook settled on his back, arms at his sides first and then above his head. Taehyung leaned over him to place a kiss on his neck. Yoongi held his breath and shuffled between Jungkook’s spread legs. He dragged his nails in a firm scratch down his inner thighs to his knees, gripped tightly, and then lifted.
Jungkook whined and followed the push, bending his knees and curling his hips. Yoongi breathed out real slow to keep from making an embarrassing eager noise. Bruises mottled Jungkook’s ass in light purples and pinks, so Yoongi was careful as he settled backwards, propped up on his elbows, and gripped him to spread him open. His rim looked swollen and sore, which meant they definitely weren’t shoving anything else into him for a few days.
“Are you sore, baby?” Yoongi whispered and licked just once around his hole.
Jungkook shivered, biting his lip and whining an affirmative.
“I’ll be really careful,” he said. Which meant teasing. They both knew it, and Jungkook’s next whine was partially disbelief and anticipation. His crinkled whorl opened and closed against Yoongi’s tongue.
Another lick had Jungkook sighing through his nose and the noise going high and tight in the back of his throat.
“Does Yoongi’s rough tongue feel good, baby?”
Jungkook moaned. “So sensitive.”
“Tell us if it hurts too much.”
Yoongi licked at him again, pink nails curling into thick meat of his inner thighs to keep him spread open.
Jungkook whimpered when Yoongi pressed his tongue inside of him, and to Yoongi, it did not sound like a good whimper. He clamped own around his tongue and his hips shifted away on the bed.
“Guess I’m using my mouth in a different way for this,” Yoongi said and sucked Jungkook’s balls into his mouth. His moan was much more appreciative and he sagged into Yoongi’s firm hold.
Jungkook whined high, his hips shifting, his lower back almost lifting from the bed. Yoongi kept his hand on Jungkook’s dick, stroking slow and tight while he licked and played with his testicles. He was really sensitive right between them, almost to his ass, and Yoongi licked his rough tongue over skin that was usually ignored.
Jungkook’s moans increased and his thighs tightened and twitched as Yoongi teased.
Taehyung leaned down and licked at the head of Jungkook’s cock, pulling a startled yelp from him. His breathing sped up, his balls tightened, and Yoongi waited until the last possible moment before pulling off his sensitive balls and moving his hand.
Jungkook whined, his body shaking in pleasure without a release.
“One,” Yoongi said and pressed a kiss to a testicle.
Jungkook huffed and pouted.
“Something else for number two,” Yoongi said and licked at the length of his dick. “Gonna suck on your fat cock, baby. I love the way it stretches out my throat.”
The cock in question pulsed under his mouth, jerking up from his stomach. A splatter of precome painted over his stomach.
Yoongi moaned and lapped it up with his rough tongue. “You taste so good,” he murmured and licked at the slit. He gripped Jungkook’s balls, tight enough to make him moan, and pulled, lifting his dick up without touching it. He licked at the tip, all around the head and the crown before letting it into his mouth.
Jungkook whined low in the back of his throat, his chest rising and falling with stabling breaths.
Yoongi smirked to himself. Yeah, like that was going to help him. Yoongi took a deep breath through his nose and lowered his mouth down the shaft of Jungkook’s dick, lips all the way to the base.
Jungkook’s cry was heavenly.
Yoongi let it sit there and swallowed a few times, loving the heft of it, and then pulled back. He didn’t let Jungkook relax, and swallowed it again, and then again. He kept the tight grip on his balls and squeezed. His other hand went to Jungkook’s nipple and he played and pinched at the nub.
Yoongi kept his attention on the wide shaft in his mouth, feeling it harden, feeling the skin pulse. His thighs were shaking, his gasps almost too breathless. He was trying so hard not to come.
Yoongi thought of teasing more, giving Jungkook that last bit of pain that he needed to be pushed over the edge, but he couldn’t handle the punishment for coming without permission, so Yoongi waited just a few more moments, when Jungkook’s dick was almost swollen, and then he pulled away. Everything but the fingers on his nipple.
Jungkook whimpered and Yoongi looked at his face. He was crying, not sobbing, just tears dripping from his eyes.
“Color, baby boy,” Yoongi whispered.
“G-green.”
Yoongi smiled. “Don’t say that just to make us happy.” He wiped at Jungkook’s tears and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Not. Just ... it’s so ... dreamy.”
They both chuckled.
“Green?” Yoongi asked again.
Jungkook nodded. “Green, hyung. P-promise.”
“Good. Now. Did you deserve that edging?”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Why?”
“Because I let the dildo fall out of my mouth.”
“Good. Now, if you can hold on to it while I keep playing with you, then I won’t tell Taehyung that you smelled like a girl when you got home from the gym today.”
“What?” Taehyung demanded at the same time that Jungkook whined in protest.
“He says he was helping a girl with her spotting.”
Jungkook pouted. “I was!”
Taehyung’s nostrils flared. “What did I say about that?”
“I can’t tell her no, you’re being--”
Taehyung shoved three fingers into Jungkook’s mouth, his thumb and pinky hooking around his chin. “I’m being what?”
Jungkook whined, ending with a gurgle and a choking noise. Taehyung pumped his fingers in and out of his mouth.
“Those girls love you, and you know it. You think it’s nothing because you’ve told them about me, but all girls think they can turn gay guys straight.”
Yoongi watched Taehyung’s face. He was angry, his brow furrowed, mouth turned down in a frown. His arm was shaking, his fingers digging harsher into Jungkook’s chin. Part of him wondered if this had been a smart move, but he knew that Jungkook could handle it, handle the discipline and handle the ferocity of his jealous lover. And Taehyung, in his jealous mindset, would give Jungkook just what he wanted.
“Let them watch, I don’t care. Let them dream. Let them wonder and wish. But they are not allowed to touch, and you are not allowed to touch them. Understand?”
Jungkook nodded frantically, still gurgling around the fingers.
“Say it.”
“I understand.” Although it came out as “u’nnerstn” because of the fingers in his mouth.
Taehyung growled low in his throat and he crawled up and over Jungkook’s body. He hadn’t taken his clothes off, but he unbuttoned his pants, pushed them and his boxers down and said, “Suck. Now.” He shoved his fingers back into Jungkook’s mouth, holding him open, and used his other hand to lower his dick.
Jungkook groaned in anticipation, getting his mouth around him, and Taehyung growled, giving him a slap to his cheek. “Not for you. Just ...” He dropped his hips, thrusting down into Jungkook’s mouth and then he shifted his legs. His knees pinned Jungkook’s shoulders to the bed. He gripped face with both hands, fingers digging into his chin and neck. And then he held him still and thrust.
Jungkook gagged, and then gagged again, but he didn’t protest. If anything, his body shivered in even greater pleasure and Yoongi watched as he splattered more precome all over his stomach.
Yoongi smirked and left Taehyung to his thrusting and growling. He crawled back to his place between Jungkook’s spread legs, kneeling before sliding his nails over his legs in a harsh scratch. They didn’t leave gouges like they would have before they were trimmed, but they still left pleasant raised red lines on Jungkook’s darker skin. He kept his hands away from Jungkook’s dick though. He was so close to coming, so close to just letting the pleasure of finally being disciplined shoot through his dick, that Yoongi knew Jungkook would come with just a touch to his dick.
So he just watched and listened.
Taehyung’s growls turned to pants and low moans. His thrusts stayed firm and in control.
Sooner than Yoongi thought, Taehyung yanked away from Jungkook’s mouth, twisted off him to the side and stroked himself until he came all over the bed next to Jungkook’s head.
Jungkook’s eyes shut, more tears dripping down his cheeks to the bed. An errant drop of come landed on his cheek and he flinched.
Taehyung’s body sagged, hand holding himself up on the bed, back arched down. HIs pants were slipping from his body.
Yoongi let the silence stay between them for a moment longer and then crawled back up Jungkook’s body. He licked up the come and hummed, the noise high and positive. There were still too many feelings rolling through Taehyung to do this. Yoongi didn’t mind.
“Such a good boy,” Yoongi whispered. “So good.”
“Not,” Jungkook murmured, his eyes wide and dialated. “Bad. I’m bad.”
“Hush, you aren’t. You didn’t come while Taehyung was disciplining you and you didn’t even need a cock ring. That’s so good. And god, your dick is so hard, so thick. I want it to stretch me open. I want to sit on your dick and let you come inside me.”
Jungkook panted, eyes wide, and soaked in Yoongi’s soft and dirty words. “Not bad?”
Taehyung snorted.
Yoongi chuckled. “Oh, I’m not sure if you’re completely absolved of letting a girl touch you and coming home smelling like fake strawberries, but you were good during your punishment, and now you can show us how sorry you are.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry!” He whined, twisting underneath Yoongi.
“Hush,” Yoongi said, cupping his cheek and kissing him. “I know, we know.” He looked over at Taehyung. “Right, Taehyung?”’
Taehyung still had this mask on and it annoyed Yoongi a little. Taehyung was all classic beauty. Pouty lips. Brooding eyes. His mask was flawless, and Yoongi wanted a little emotion from him right now. A little bit of the love he had for Jungkook. When his brows furrowed, Yoongi understood.
Taehyung felt guilty.
“Didn’t he do a good job?” Yoongi asked him.
Taehyung’s gaze cut to him and he stared for a long time. Long enough that Jungkook whined in shame.
Taehyung looked down at him and softly smiled. “Baby, don’t be upset. I’m sorry I was so upset. I--”
“No!” Jungkook said, eyes flashing through his tears. “No. No. You can’t apologize. No--”
“Shh,” Taehyung soothed and shifted a little closer to run his hand through Jungkook’s sweaty hair. “I was too rough.”
“You weren’t.” The scratchiness in Jungkook’s voice said that Taehyung had been rough, but it was exactly what Jungkook needed and wanted.
He said that out loud. Taehyung frowned again but then smirked over at Yoongi. “And what do you need and want?”
“An orgasm would be nice.”
Taehyung glanced down at Jungkook. He kept his hands running softly through his hair and kissed his lips. “Should we give our Suga-darling an orgasm?”
Jungkook nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes. We should.”
“You heard him say he wanted to sit on your dick. Do you want that?”
Jungkook moaned, hips rising off the bed. The head of his dick pressed against Yoongi’s thigh. “Want. Want so bad.”
“He isn’t ready to take the stretch of your dick,” Taehyung said. “So lay here and let Yoongi kiss you while I lick him open for you.”
Yoongi shivered and just barely stopped his yowl of eagerness. Or he thought he did. Taehyung chuckled at him. “Sounds like he’s okay with that.”
Taehyung pushed up, kneeling in front of Yoongi. He cupped Yoongi’s cheeks, a finger brushing over his lips. “Are you okay with that? With sex, I mean? Too soon.”
“No, no. I’m okay.” Yoongi was unable to form more words over the tightness of his throat. Taehyung was so soft when he wanted to be. Firm and authoritative when he needed to be. Soft and loving otherwise.
“I’d be more okay with it if you were naked.”
Taehyung chuckled. “All right. Kiss our pretty baby and I’ll be right back to eat your ass.”
Yoongi laughed. “Yes, sir.”
Taehyung pressed a kiss to his lips and then pushed away from them, climbing off the bed. Yoongi watched him slip off his shirt and pants and then turned toward Jungkook with a grin.
“Well you heard our Dom. We’re supposed to be kissing.”
“Like kissing.”
Yoongi fell over him, hands on either side of Jungkook’s head and smiled. “I like kissing too.” Their lips met softly. For a moment, and then Jungkook’s head lifted and his tongue surged into his mouth. Yoongi moaned, a shiver overtaking him that turned to more violent quaking when Taehyung’s strong hands gripped his hips and held him firmly in place.
“Slow down, baby,” Taehyung whispered. “Slow kisses. You like slow kisses the most.”
Jungkook moaned, but did as he was told. Yoongi pulled away for a moment to smile down at him. “Pretty baby, such a pretty baby with sweet lips.” Yoongi pulled Jungkook’s lower lip with his own and bit down with his sharp teeth.
Jungkook’s cry was muffled against the next bloody kiss and his body surged underneath him.
“Hold still,” Taehyung said and slapped his thigh.
Jungkook broke away with a whimper. He licked his lips, moaning. Blood spread across his lips and skin like smeared lipstick.
“You two are ... “ Taehyung pulled at Yoongi’s thigh. Yoongi let Taehyung move his lower body, so he was straddling Jungkook’s thighs instead of being between them. Jungkook’s legs were pulled straight, and Taehyung lifted Yoongi’s feet, settling them on Jungkook’s shins. “Hold him down while I eat you out, darling.”
Yoongi yowled in agreement. He took Jungkook’s wrists and pressed them into the bed next to his head. He shifted, putting more weight on his feet and squeezing his knees against Jungkook’s thighs.
“No one is allowed to come.”
Yoongi grumbled out a whine. It made Jungkook smile, and Yoongi lowered his head and licked at Jungkook’s bloody lips.
Taehyung gripped Yoongi’s ass, spread him open, and blew against his entrance, making him shiver again. The first touch of his tongue had Yoongi moaning into Jungkook’s mouth. His muscles all along his back tightened and his tail found purchase around one of Taehyung’s arms.
“Pretty kitty,” Jungkook whispered. “So pretty.”
“So are you,” Yoongi said, the last word morphing to a yowl when Taehyung pressed a slick finger into him. “Fuck.”
“Like my fingers, kitty?”
“Yes, yes, Taehyung, yes, I like your fingers.”
A second pressed into him too soon and he fought the urge to tighten around it, relaxing and letting his hips drop and curl his ass up. The hand still on his ass tightened, and Taehyung licked around his fingers.
“More, please, more.”
“More?” Taehyung said and pressed in a third finger. He held them still inside Yoongi and dumped lube all over his cleft.
Yoongi held his breath when they started moving.
“Aren’t you supposed to be kissing him?”
Yoongi yowled and turned his head to glare at him, but he only got a quick slap on his hip.
“Need more,” Yoongi said and bent down to lick at Jungkook’s lips again.
“Want me to slide that dildo into you next or have you sit on Jungkook’s cock?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise and he pulled away from Jungkook’s mouth.
“Cock, please,” Jungkook whined. “Let him sit on my cock.”
“Want the baby to fuck you, darling?” Taehyung removed his fingers pulling a moan from Yoongi. He kissed his asscheek and up the curve to his back.
“Please, please,” Jungkook said, shifting his body underneath him.
Yoongi shut his eyes, tightened his grip with his hands and pressed his feet against Jungkook’s shins to hold him still.
“You’re such a good kitty, darling.” Taehyung leaned over his back, mouth at his neck, just above the collar. HIs half hard dick settled against Yoong’s cleft. “Want a dick inside you now, pretty kitty?”
Did he? Did he really want that? It had only been a week since he’d been fucked, and that last time with Hyunjoong definitely wasn’t anything to be excited about. But these two, with these two, his body wanted. More than his body wanted. His heart wanted. He wanted so badly and like this, pressed between them so perfectly? His craziest dreams had been to experience an orgasm without pain or humiliation. To be wanted and loved and pressed between two of the sweetest men he’d ever met?
It wasn’t just that though, was it? Was it just because they’d been nice to him? WAs he falling so hard and so fast because they were the first ones to show him kindness and love? No, no, it wasn’t that. He knew manipulation and greed. He knew what that felt like to be at the hands that offered no mercy and only touched him to hurt him and gain pleasure for anyone but him.
Nothing like this. Nothing like the trust and love he felt between them.
He was crying, just a little bit, unable to breathe through the lump in his throat and the tightness in his chest.
“Darling?”
“Please,” Yoongi gasped. “Please, please. I want ... I want you. I want you!”
“Sh, darling, it’s okay. You’re okay darling.” Soft hands trailed through his sweaty hair and rubbed up and down his back.
“You so good, darling. So good. You’re going to make Jungkookie feel so good.” The hands left his body and Yoongi whimpered, trying to keep his head clear. Everything felt so light and tight at the same time. Everything was cloudy and all he could think about was his two lovers, between them, with them, he didn’t want them to leave.
“I’ve got you,” Taehyung said, leaning against his body. “See. Feel me right here? I’m just putting lube all over Jungkook’s big dick so he can stretch you open with it.”
Yoongi concentrated on the wet sounds of a dick being jacked off and his body tightened for an entirely different reason. Anticipation. Of being filled and fucked.
“Come, please,” Jungkook gasped. “Gonna come.”
“You aren’t,” Taehyung said. “Not until you’re inside Yoongi.”
Jungkook whimpered and squirmed underneath him again.
A strong arm wrapped around Yoongi’s middle, hand going flat against his chest. He followed the physical pull and sat up, leaning sweaty skin against Taehyung’s cooler body. Lips touched his shoulder.
“Let go of his hands, kitty.”
Yoongi obeyed.
“I’m going to hold him up for you, are you ready?”
Yoongi nodded frantically. “Ready. Please. Readly for a dick.”
The first touch of Jungkook’s thick head to his body had Yoongi tensing up, but Taehyung whispered something that calmed him down. He gripped Taehyung’s arm around his waist and dug his nails into skin.
“Take it, pretty kitty. Come on. Sit on Jungkook’s fat dick.”
Yoongi twisted his hip, gasping at the wet slide on his ass. He stopped where he thought he had to be and trusted Taehyung to hold Jungkook steady. He pushed down, crying out at the stretch of the wide head into his body. He probably would have pulled away right away, but Taehyung’s grip tightened on his waist.
“Come, come, please, come ... gonna ...”
“You’re inside him, pretty boy, go ahead and come.”
Jungkook gasped and tried to thrust up, and Yoongi moaned as more of his dick slipped into him. “Oh god, oh god, oh, god.” His mouth fell open, lips wet and red and swollen from Yoongi’s bite. His entire body shook in his desperate need to hold still and not thrust and the fight against the pleasure coursing through him.
Yoongi froze, just for a moment, feeling the shaft swell inside him and then the rest jerk as Jungkook came.
“That was so beautiful, pretty boy. You’re so pretty when you come,” Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook whined, his hips shifting away, and Taehyung pushed Yoongi down more.
“No, no, you don’t get to move, pretty boy. Yoongi wants to be fucked.”
“Oh god,” Jungkook whined, his body still shaking. “Too ... too much.”
“You’re the one that came too soon,” Taehyung said and kept kissing Yoongi’s shoulders. “Yoongi tell Jungkook how you feel right now filled with his cock and his come.”
“So ... so fucked,” Yoongi gasped and sank down further when Taehyung let him. “Full. So full. Pretty baby’s dick is so ... fuck.”
Taehyung was pulling his hips back up and then back down, directing his movements. Yoongi did not mind and he let himself drop further, both into Taehyung’s arms and into the dreamy world of him and his lovers and the pleasure around his skin. His cock bobbed with his movements, spluttering precome onto Jungkook’s stomach.
“Our pretty boy,” Taehyung said. “How’s his dick?”
“So big,” Yoongi gasped when he finally was able to sit flush in Jungkook’s lap. He moved his hands from Taehyung’s arm down to Jungkook’s chest.
“Yeah, he’s got a big dick. Is he going soft?”
Yoongi shook his head. “No, no. He can’t. Not yet.”
“You hear that, baby boy, you can’t go soft yet.”
“Won’t. I ... I won’t. Fuck. Might ... come. Fuck.”
“Again? Already?” Yoongi gasped, the noise full of pleasure and satisfaction.
“Pinch his nipples,” Taehyung said.
Yoongi obeyed and Jungkook cried out, his hips rising from the bed and shoving his dick even farther inside Yoongi.
“He likes that.”
“Likes the pain,” Yoongi said.
“Yeah, he does.”
Yoongi did it again to get the same reaction and then really wished his nails were still sharp to add more claw marks to his chest. He scratched down his firm muscles anyway to leave raised red lines.
“Like ... likes to be ... overpowered, dominated,” Yoongi whispered.
Jungkook nodded frantically.
Yoongi pitched forward, catching himself on Jungkook’s shoulders. The way his dick shifted inside him had Yoongi moaning and he paused and then lifted his hips up and down, fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock. The dirty messy noises had Yoongi flushing, but only because his moans were almost as loud. Taehyung’s hands went right to Yoongi’s ass and gripped him, spreading him open to watch Yoongi ride Jungkook’s dick.
“Fuck, he’s spreading you open so much. Your pretty red hole is clinging to his dick. You’re going to be gaping for the rest of the day.”
“And tomorrow,” Yoongi said. “I hope.”
“Gonna fuck you open tomorrow too,” Jungkook gasped.
Yoongi smiled down at him. “Can’t wait.”
“You going to come again, pretty baby?” Taehyung asked.
“Can ... can I?”
“I don’t know, Yoongi, can he?”
Yoongi’s head was finally clearing enough to remember that he was partly in charge, or somewhere. Taehyung definitely was.
“Yeah, yeah, pretty baby can come again if he wants to.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“So soon?”
Jungkook shook his head. “No, no, not ... not yet, but ... need to come again.”
“How about I make you a deal?” Yoongi whispered and moved his hands from Jungkook’s chest up to his neck. “You be a good boy, you hold still and let me fuck myself on your dick, and I’ll wrap my fingers around your neck.”
“Yoongi,” Taehyung said in warning.
Yoongi ignored him and smiled down at Jungkook’s wide eyes. “How about it?” he asked, using just his nails to scratch under Jungkook’s chin and to his collarbone.
Jungkook tilted his head back with a whine. “Yes, yes, please yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Choke me, choke me, please, hyung.”
Yoongi scraped a nail over the pretty freckle under his lower lip and them trailed the finger down his chin and to his neck. “Will you hold still? Will you be good and let hyung ride your dick?”
“Yes, yes, I’ll be good. I’ll be a good boy.”
“You are such a good boy,” Yoongi whispered and pressed his hands to Jungkook’s neck. He turned them so his thumbs were putting pressure on his adam's apple, not too much. The rest of his fingers and his palms were for the sensation of being choked, but only the thumbs cut off part of his breathing. He pressed a little harder and rolled his hips at the same time, head tilting up to moan at the feeling of Jungkook’s dick sliding in and out of him.
Jungkook’s moan was cut off with a gurgle, and Yoongi smiled down at him.
“So pretty all pliant and eager to please. Going to use your body, going to use your dick.” He rocked his hips back and forth, not letting Jungkook slide out of him at first, just moving inside him, and then he curled his hips up. He used his grip on Jungkook’s neck for support as he sped up, riding him faster. He watched Jungkook’s face go red, for any kind of panic or pain, fought the need to shut his eyes at the pleasure of being stretched open.
Jungkook’s hands tightened on his hips and his body shook. He gasped, the noise short and forced past the blockage. Yoongi felt him come again, felt him pulse inside him, the sound of his dicking slurping dirtier with more come inside him.
“Good boy, good boy,” Yoongi said and released the pressure on his neck, though he didn’t take his hands away. He kept the touch light and went back to slow thrusts.
“So ... so ... thank you, Yoongi-hyung. Thank you.” Jungkook’s voice was raspy and deep.
Taehyung pressed against Yoongi’s back and Yoongi shivered at the press of his erection on his ass..
“My turn?” Taehyung whispered, biting down on Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi yowled and pushed back against his body. Jungkook’s dick slipped out of him with a dirty noise.
“Is that a yes?” Taehyung asked, swiping his dick up and down Yoongi’s cleft.
“Yes, yes, please, yes,” Yoongi begged.
“So messy. Such a dirty kitty. Next time, I’m going to make Jungkook clean up his mess. But this time--” Taehyung pushed into him, and Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. He lowered his head to Jungkook’s sweaty collarbone and yowled as Taehyung thrust into him, not stopping until their bodies were pressed together. “--This time,” Taehyung continued, “going to fuck you full of come, gonna push it so deep you can taste it.”
Taehyung was longer than Jungkook, not as wide, but fuck, Yoongi felt the new stretch. His tail twitched and tightened its hold on Taehyung’s arm, and his back went straight. It felt like Taehyung was sliding his dick up Yoongi’s spine and into his throat.
He couldn’t breathe, not at first, not until shaking hands settled in his hair and Jungkook’s quiet voice whispered reassurances at him. Lips danced over his jaw and cheeks.
“Pretty kitty, pretty pretty kitty,” Jungkook whispered.
“Gorgeous,” Taehyung moaned in agreement and started thrusting.
“Fuck,” Yoongi gasped and then shouted. He dug his nails into Jungkook’s shoulders, curled his back and met Taehyung’s thrusts with his own.
“Make him come, pretty baby, make our kitty come.”
Fingers wrapped around his dick and the world went hazy and gray. Yoongi stopped shouting words and meowed, yowling and crying. Strong arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him back against the firm body behind him. The dick inside him dug even deeper into his body, stealing his breath again, and he froze for a moment, body buoyed and floating before everything shattered and he splattered his release all over Jungkook’s chest and stomach.
Lips touched his neck and then teeth and a mouth, sucking on his shoulder. He was still whining, his body shaking through tingles of pleasure. Even his fingers were jerking, his tail twisting and his toes clenching while Taehyung finished fucking him, finishing inside him, added more of a mess into his body.
He fell over and into Jungkook’s body, supported by his strong arms. Nuzzling into his neck, Yoongi’s heavy gasps turned to happy purrs and he meowed and squirmed and happily spread his and Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s scents into his body. Marking him. Marking them.
Taehyung chuckled. “I do believe our pretty darling is satisfied.”
Yoongi meowed in agreement.
“Everything is a mess,” Taehyung said. “Let’s go shower.”
“No!” Yoongi shouted, suddenly pushing up, his eyes wide with panic. “No-eow. No. No. No. Not clean. Smells good. Smells.”
“Shh,” Taehyung whispered and cupped his cheeks and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t want to shower?”
“No no no. Have to smell good. Have to smell like...” Yoongi clawed at Taehyung’s arms, trying to pull himself out of this, out of his mind, but he didn’t want to, it was so perfect. Everything. They were here and close and ...
“Have to smell like master. Please, please.”
“Sh, baby, sh, it’s okay,” Taehyung said and pulled him into another hug. Jungkook sat up and hugged him from the other side. Both of them, with him between them, where he belonged. Where Yoongi never wanted to leave. Between his owners, between his masters. Held tightly and kissed and loved. So loved. His throat was tight again, but not from the pleasure, from everything else, from the way they held him, the way they supported him, the way they whispered to him, voices soft and gentle.
An annoying part of his brain told him not to, that it was stupid, that his wasn’t going to last, that they were going to hurt him. But he told it to shut up. They were his masters. They weren’t going to hurt him. Masters did not hurt their pets.
Yoongi wanted so much, and so he let himself be touched, pampered, and loved. He let himself purr, meow, and wriggle between them. He let himself fall in love and let himself bask in the love and attention of his owners.
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Part 10: I like it. Do you like it?
Part 9: For Now, They Loved
Part 8: He Is Gorgeous
Part 7: I've Got You. You're Okay.
Part 6: Can I Kiss You Yet?
Part 5: Slow. Go Slow.
Part 4: You Two Are Gross
Part 3: Spoil My Fun
Part 2: Cold Shower. Ice, Ice Cold.
Part 1: Taehyung Was Going To Kill Him
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