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They don’t know Jimin’s birthday. Jeongguk had asked, shortly after he’d moved into their apartment permanently, wearing their mark proudly. But Jimin had shrugged, saying he has no idea and that sort of thing has no purpose or meaning in the demonic realm.
So Jeongguk had picked one for him. He thought long and hard about what seemed fitting and ultimately decided on October 13th, for a number of reasons. First, it was close to Halloween, which just makes sense in Jeongguk’s opinion. Second, it makes him a Libra, which is just so… fitting. And lastly -- this year, October 13th falls on a Friday, which makes it Friday the 13th, and really, Jeongguk just couldn’t help himself.
And now, of course, Jeongguk is excited. Jimin has been with them for a few months now, and it really has been fabulous. He fits right into their lives seamlessly. He accompanies Namjoon to several of his graduate classes, works out with Jeongguk each morning, even has his own part-time job. It’s easy for demons to assimilate into human culture, especially demons like Jimin who can use glamour to cloak themselves. Namjoon’s classes are for demon studies anyway, so Jimin is allowed in as Namjoon’s companion without even having to cloak himself. And no one at his job needs to know. He only works a four to six hours at a time so it’s not even that tiring to keep his glamour functioning during his shifts.
It’s cute to watch him adapt to human culture, but he manages better than Jeongguk thought he would. He’s endlessly endeared by certain things, and goofily bad at others, but he tries his best to learn and that’s what Jeongguk finds cutest of all. And Namjoon is such a well of knowledge, which he loves to share, so Jeongguk gets to watch as he teaches Jimin things. Sometimes Jeongguk finds himself giggling as Namjoon rambles on and on, and it’s clear that he’s lost Jimin somewhere along the way, the demon’s eyes no longer focused on Namjoon’s eyes as he speaks, but rather trailing over his body, clearly distracted.
Needless to say, he’s adorable, and Jeongguk spends every day being achingly fond of the both of them. So, he really wants to make Jimin’s birthday special.
He had asked Jimin about a week ago what he wanted for his birthday, but he didn’t quite grasp the concept that it’s supposed to be a special day and therefore, he can ask for something different or more than usual. So, Jeongguk had gotten a list of things like ‘kisses, cock, and cum.’
It wasn’t helpful.
So Jeongguk set about planning things for Jimin’s birthday on his own, employing some help from Namjoon, though he was more on the side of “if he wants to get fucked for his birthday, then I think we should fuck him.” But what Jeongguk is trying to explain is that, yes, they’re going to do that, but they can do something else as well.
The day has finally come and it’s time to enact The Plan. Step one of the plan involves waking up Namjoon and getting him moving. Jeongguk had always thought that he sleeps like the dead. An average morning consists of Namjoon’s alarm going off and the two of them making their way out of bed together, groggy and slow. On the weekends, when nothing pressing is going on, it takes Namjoon almost half an hour to even rouse Jeongguk from sleep.
But then he’d met Jimin. And that is what sleeping like the dead is like. He and Namjoon are difficult to wake, sure, but at least Namjoon snores and Jeongguk twitches and rolls back and forth, both clear indications of being alive. Jimin is just pure, limp weight, unmoving. It was horrifying the first few nights, but now it’s just another thing that Jeongguk thinks is cute.
Because it’s a special morning, Jeongguk’s mind wakes up much more quickly. He has to wiggle himself out from under half of Jimin’s torso, but he manages to do so with practiced ease. He shuffles around the opposite side of the bed to gently shake Namjoon awake. His human boyfriend is a little disoriented at first, but soon catches on as Jeongguk presses kisses against his mouth to help him along.
They’ve already discussed the plan for the day, so they don’t share words past a quick ‘good morning.’ Instead, Jeongguk leaves the room to start making breakfast and leaves Namjoon to his job.
Jeongguk sets about fixing up breakfast efficiently, having decided days ago what to make. He wonders absently how long it will take Jimin to wake up and smiles as he pictures him waking up a little dazed and confused, only to smile happily when Jeongguk brings him his favorite food for breakfast.
It’s only about fifteen minutes later that he hears the telltale sign of Jimin waking: a nice, long moan. Jeongguk bites his lip to keep from grinning too wide and then hurries to finish putting things on a little tray to bring them to the bedroom.
Not wanting to miss much, Jeongguk hurries down the hall with his tray and shimmies into the bedroom just as Jimin gasps out, “Joonie.”
The demon has his fingers threaded through Namjoon’s hair, guiding the movements of his human’s head as he sucks Jimin’s cock. Namjoon hums softly as he bobs his head, soft, wet sounds reaching Jeongguk’s ears from where he stands in the doorway.
“Good morning, baby,” Jeongguk says as he approaches. He hip checks the door shut behind him as Jimin lifts his head to dazedly meet Jeongguk’s eyes.
“Hi,” he pants out, hips shifting restlessly with urgency, trying to get his cock further into Namjoon’s mouth.
“Brought you some breakfast,” Jeongguk says, moving to set the tray on the bedside table and sit at the edge of the bed. And really, “breakfast” here is a loose term because Jeongguk had just put a bunch of Jimin’s favorite foods onto a plate together. Jimin has no sense of what a meal is, how flavors come together and how one needs to eat particular types of food to really feel energized. He makes decisions about food based on if they taste good. That’s it.
So, the tray holds a small plate with dumplings, a cup of ice cream, a pile of rare meat, two full mangoes, and a sack of sour gummy worms. Jimin manages to dart his eyes over to the tray and makes a happy face. “Gukie… that’s so nice. I love all that stuff. Feed me?” He says it like a question, but Jeongguk is used to these cutely veiled demands.
He nods and reaches for one of the dumplings, not bothering to use any utensils. Jimin’s obscenely long tongue licks at Jeongguk’s fingers, drawing them into his mouth alongside the dumpling. Jeongguk’s careful not to prick his finger on Jimin’s fangs as he draws back and watches Jimin chew happily.
“Sho guhd,” he mumbles around his mouthful, “Issat pork?” Jeongguk nods.
It’s then that Namjoon pulls back with a little wet pop. “Excuse me. Am I just the call boy or something? He brings food and your short attention span immediately latches onto that?” he whines.
Jimin looks back down at Namjoon, orange eyes disappearing as his face crinkles into a bright smile. “Sorry, Joonie. I can’t do two things at once. I’m really bad at that.”
“Alright, let’s have some ice cream so it doesn’t melt and then you can get back to your… fun,” Jeongguk says, wiggling his eyebrows at them. Namjoon rolls his eyes, but agrees anyway, huffing as he settles into a more comfortable position with his cheek smushed up against Jimin’s thigh.
Jeongguk feeds Jimin each bite, happy to dote on him on his special day. After he’s finished the ice cream, Jeongguk leans in to steal sweet kisses from his mouth. “Happy birthday,” he whispers against his lips.
Jimin makes a little trill sound that Jeongguk recognizes as amused confusion. “Is that what all this is about? That special day you told me about?”
And Jeongguk has to laugh, because he had reminded Jimin several times over the course of the past few weeks. “Do you not remember anything I say to you?” he teases.
Jimin giggles, biting his lip. “You know I try!” he defends.
“You do,” Jeongguk agrees, indulging him with another kiss. He feels Jimin hum against his mouth as Namjoon clearly resumes his task, and he can’t help but smile.
It’s lazy and slow, the way the two of them work Jimin up. He whines when Jeongguk touches him, featherlight touches across his most sensitive areas: his nipples, his brands, the base of his horns. And he moans lowly when Namjoon forces his head further down, gagging on the cock in his throat.
Jimin reaches out for both of them, cupping Namjoon’s cheek and pawing at Jeongguk’s crotch, but neither of them let it deter them from focusing on his pleasure. Jimin gets louder as he gets closer to cumming and Jeongguk places his head on the back of Namjoon’s head to hold him in place as Jimin bucks his hips up.
“Good,” Jeongguk murmurs. “Good boys, both of you. Go ahead, cum, Jimin, let Joonie taste you.”
Jimin lets go immediately, a loud expletive escaping his lips as he cums in Namjoon’s mouth, body tensing before melting into a limp puddle.
Namjoon chokes a bit, not great at swallowing like Jimin and Jeongguk are. He does his best, though, and Jeongguk lets him up after a moment, giving him a big bunny-toothed smile. Namjoon wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, glaring at Jeongguk. “You asshole,” he grumbles.
“Oh, come on. It’s Jimin’s birthday, you have to swallow, those are the rules,” he says.
Namjoon just rolls his eyes, even as Jimin’s chimes in, mumbling, “Mhm, th’rules!”
When Jeongguk raises an eyebrow as if to say see? Namjoon just sighs, an endeared smile spreading across his face.
They finish breakfast after they get Jimin to stop complaining about the fact that they won’t let him make them cum. “It’s your birthday, so it’s about you.” “If it’s about me, then why are you telling me no?!”
It’s cute that he wants to touch them so badly, but there will be plenty of time for them all to feel good later.
Jeongguk had thought about where to take Jimin for his birthday and ultimately decided on the demon zoo. Not a place where they keep demons and show them off for human entertainment, but rather a regular zoo that’s part of the community that knows and accepts demons. Jeongguk really wanted to make sure that wherever they took Jimin for his birthday was a place that allowed demons in their natural forms. He just really wants Jimin to feel comfortable on his special day.
Jimin dresses himself up pretty -- legs clad in black, high-waisted leather pants with two-inch strips of sheer fabric up the sides from ankle to hip -- midriff on display thanks to his crop top. His top is sparkly in a subtle way, Jimin’s favorite because he says it’s fun to watch the sparkles appear and disappear as he shifts in the light. There are two large slits in the back of his shirt, leaving room for his tentacles to emerge if he feels the need.
Jeongguk and Namjoon have noticed how much better Jimin has been able to control his tentacles lately. They had expected it, of course. Really, the parasite only cared about breeding, and now that it knows that Jimin is willing to accept its eggs every couple months, it doesn’t act up or misbehave like it used to. Nowadays, Jimin uses his tentacles more for things like reaching the top shelf, or fucking himself and his boyfriends, but they are no longer needy and unruly.
He’s currently frowning at an array of shoes, not knowing which ones to pick. Jimin has fallen in love with shoes, of all things. More generally, clothes, because they don’t have a lot of options in the demon realm, but shoes he especially loves.
“Jiminie,” Namjoon sing songs. Jimin just grunts, still digging through shoes -- not only his now, but Namjoon’s and Jeongguk’s as well, clearly planning on stealing a pair if he decides that’s what’s best for his outfit. “Jimin, don’t you want a present?”
That certainly gets Jimin’s attention, and Jeongguk too looks up from where he’s lounging on their bed, idly playing games on his phone as he waits, dressed and ready.
Jimin hurriedly bounds up to Namjoon, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Yes, please!” he says with perfect manners. Jeongguk can’t help but chuckle a bit. It was the first thing they’d taught him -- how to say please -- and he never forgets.
Namjoon smiles and brings out a box from behind his back, wrapped in colorful paper. “Happy birthday, baby.”
“Oh!” Jimin says, eyes lighting up. “You got me a pretty box! That’s so nice, Joonie!”
And Jeongguk laughs out loud, cackling as he tosses his head back, laughter capturing his entire body. It’s just so… genuine, the happiness Jimin exudes just from receiving a box, of all things.
Namjoon is also biting back a smile, and Jimin is giving Jeongguk a confused look. “No, baby, you have to open the box.”
“But it’s sealed?”
“You rip the paper, Jimin,” Jeongguk chimes in.
Jimin’s eyes go comically wide. “What? But it’s so pretty,” he pouts.
“Trust me,” Namjoon says, rubbing at Jimin’s bare arm, thumbing over his pretty orange markings. “What’s inside is prettier and you’ll like it better.”
Always one to trust Namjoon, Jimin doesn’t hesitate to open the box after that. He is very careful with the paper, however, and sets it gently aside after he gets it all off. Once he recognizes the box as a shoe box, he lets out a little yelp of excitement. Jeongguk is already raising an eyebrow at Namjoon, taking distinct note of the word “Gucci” printed on the box.
Of course, the name brand means nothing to Jimin, so he moves right past it to dig into the box. What he pulls out is a set of leather ankle boots with two small gold buckles. As he lifts them up and spins them in his hands to look at them, Jeongguk sees the word “sucker” printed on the heels. He chuckles throatily, grin stretched wide. It really is a perfect -- though expensive -- present for him.
“Ooh!” Jimin says in awe. “What does it say?” Jimin is still learning the written form of human language, so he often just asks, too lazy to try. But when Namjoon just raises an eyebrow at him, it’s clear that he’s not going to tell him unless he puts in at least a little effort. Jeongguk watches with a little smile as Jimin rolls his eyes and then holds the shoe up, squinting at the letters to sound them out. “Soo-kerr. So-cuhr? Sucker?” Namjoon’s face lights up on his third attempt. “That one? Sucker?” Jimin repeats, pleased that he actually got it right. “If you call someone that it’s mean, right? Like being a cock sucker?”
Jeongguk laughs again, as does Namjoon. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be very nice to call someone a sucker. But you can also sucker punch someone, which is when you punch someone really hard unexpectedly.”
“Oooh, so these shoes are, like, for badass bitches only?” he says. And maybe they let him use the internet too much.
Namjoon nods. “That’s right, baby.”
“Aww, thank you Joonie!” Jimin nearly shouts, throwing his arms around Namjoon’s neck and tiptoeing to hug him close. Namjoon’s arms slide easily around his pretty waist. Jimin is careful of his head placement, not wanting to accidentally stab Namjoon with one of his horns. “I really love them. Not as much as I love you or Jeonggukie, but I love them a lot!”
From his seat on the bed, Jeongguk can see Namjoon’s dimpled, little grin perfectly and it fills his heart with love and joy to see them hold each other so tenderly.
Of course, he can’t help but shatter the moment. “So, how much did those shoes cost Namjoon?”
Namjoon glares at him over Jimin’s shoulder. “Not much,” he says back quietly. Jeongguk is teasing him because Jimin still has little concept for socioeconomic status. He can’t tell the difference between them, living in the mid- to upper-middle class, and the richest of the rich or the impoverished. He just thinks everyone goes out and buys the stuff they want. He’s learned the word “expensive” but typically just equates it to “fancy.”
“Ooh are they expensive shoes?” Jimin says, showing off his vocabulary in a way that makes both humans smile.
“Yes, they are, baby,” Namjoon replies truthfully. “So they’re very special and you have to take good care of them so they don’t get ruined.”
Jimin nods dutifully and then gives Namjoon a quick kiss on the lips. “Thank you Namjoon,” he says quietly. He only ever calls them by ‘Namjoon’ and ‘Jeongguk’ if he’s making an effort to come across as serious, so the two of them can really feel his gratitude and it makes Jeongguk feel light with happiness.
“You’re very welcome, baby.”
Jimin teases Jeongguk about not getting him a present and Jeongguk pouts because of it. But Namjoon is quick to diffuse any pouting by explaining that all of the day’s events were planned out by Jeongguk -- the breakfast in bed, the zoo, the restaurant they’ll go to for dinner, and the evening festivities as well. Namjoon even calls himself a cop-out for just buying an expensive gift. Jeongguk appreciates the effort he goes to appease his faux disgruntlement.
As expected, Jimin loves the zoo. Jeongguk and Namjoon don’t typically bring him to the demon-safe venues in Seoul, simply because Jimin really… doesn’t like other demons. In fact, he’s rather prickly with them in general, untrusting and guarded. Jeongguk supposes it makes sense, considering how things work in their world, and doesn’t push it, though he secretly hopes Jimin will open up one day and find friends in the demon culture in the city.
So, they’re mostly ignored at the zoo, and Jimin is free to drag them every which way to look at all the different Earth animals that Jimin has only seen on tv. He makes Joon and Jeongguk take pictures of him in front of all the exhibits, especially the ones containing deadly and dangerous animals.
Jeongguk has to admit, even with a dopey smile on his face, Jimin looks absolutely stunning. Jimin’s hair changes with the seasons and it’s currently a dark maroonish purple that Jeongguk absolutely loves on him. It compliments his slittled, orange eyes beautifully, and makes his outfit seem even sleeker and sexier.
Jeongguk holds up his camera to snap a photo of Jimin standing in front of a glass wall separating him from a hippopotamus. He has one elbow leaned against the little half wall, while the other black-shadowed hand is held up close to his face -- painted, pointed, claw-like nails glinting in the sunshine -- making a peace sign. His black horns shine just as much as his deep violet hair and his shirt shimmers in the special way he loves. Jeongguk’s eyes trail over the semi-exposed skin of his legs and admire the brand new shine of his shoes. His forked tongue is sticking out, sucking up every ounce of Jeongguk’s focus.
“Are you gonna take the picture?” Namjoon murmurs from Jeongguk’s side.
He nearly jumps out of his clothes, startled by how close Namjoon is. “Y-yes,” he grumbles defensively, looking back through his viewfinder and quickly taking the photo. He’s definitely going to print that one out later.
Turns out, Jimin is now in love with hippos. He had gaped when he first saw them, marveling at how big and round they are. He was amazed by how wide they can open their mouths, but what really sealed the deal was when Namjoon told him just how dangerous they actually are.
So, they spend a lot of time at the hippopotamus exhibit, Namjoon offering information and Jimin doing his best to read the information placards. Jeongguk helps him with the words he can’t figure out and they just have a lot of fun together.
They’re on their way out now, having spent a few hours at the zoo. Jimin walks between the two of them, the link between their held hands. They have to pass through the gift shop on their way out and Jeongguk tells Jimin he’ll buy him whatever he wants.
Because Jeongguk pays, Namjoon gets stuck carrying the ginormous stuffed hippo. But the huge smile on Jimin’s face makes it totally worth it.
Dinner is had at an eclectic little demon-run restaurant that they frequent because they love the food and the atmosphere. Jimin is starting to get antsy. It’s not very often that they spend a full day out of the house without having sex yet. Jimin is very needy when it comes to his physical and sexual needs, and kisses that are appropriate in public can only do so much to satisfy him.
They’re sitting in a corner booth, Jimin sandwiched between the two of his boyfriends (and the large hippo plushie off to Jeongguk’s other side). He’s rubbing his hands absently up and down each of their thighs as they take turns feeding him bites of their shared dessert. Finally, he says, “All done!”
Namjoon raises his eyebrow at him. “You don’t want to finish your dessert, baby?” Jimin presses his lips together in a mirthful expression as he shakes his head cutely. “How come?”
“Saving room,” he whispers, like it’s some kind of secret.
Jeongguk snorts, resting his forehead on Jimin’s shoulder as he laughs. “Oh yea?” he hears Namjoon say. “And what exactly are you saving room for?”
“Don’t encourage him Joon,” Jeongguk says, just as Jimin says “cum!” excitedly.
Ever since Jeongguk explained to Jimin that there are certain things you can’t just say in public, he’s made it his life’s mission to do exactly that, saying whatever silly, filthy thing comes to mind out loud just to make Jeongguk age faster.
Namjoon merely chuckles, too endeared to ever ask Jimin to stop with his little game. “Alright, let’s get the check and then we can go home.”
They’re loud and happy walking down the street, Jimin’s hands still holding one of each of theirs. Jeongguk really wishes that the giant stuffed hippo was easier to carry under one arm but he manages.
When they enter their apartment, Jimin doesn’t wait before reaching to kiss Namjoon. Jeongguk quickly sets the plushie, his wallet, phone and keys down and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist to playfully tug him away from their boyfriend. Namjoon lets him go easily, smiling fondly at Jimin’s pouty face. “Jeonggukie…” he whines.
“Ah, ah, no kissing yet,” Jeongguk says, setting Jimin down next to the couch.
“What do you mean no kissing?!” Jimin says. “I’ve been waiting all day! You said the birthday was a special day for me so why can’t I have kisses?” And it really is cute that he simply doesn’t understand. Jeongguk feels a little bad for teasing him and making him wait so long.
“No kisses yet I said,” Jeongguk clarifies. “I have one more birthday surprise for you. But I need you to stay out here and be a little patient. Joonie and I have to go get your surprise ready.”
Jimin purses his lips into a bratty pout, but agrees easily enough, obviously interested in the surprise Jeongguk mentioned. “Okay…” he says. “But don’t take too long.”
“We won’t. I promise,” Jeongguk assures. He leans in to give Jimin a peck before they go to get ready, but Jimin tilts his face swiftly to the side so Jeongguk’s lips land near his ear.
“You said no kisses, remember?” Jimin’s glare is sharp and deadly and Jeongguk tongues his cheek to keep from laughing. He gets sassier and sassier every day. It was over for them when they’d taught him about sarcasm.
So Jeongguk just smiles at him, blowing a kiss instead as he grabs Namjoon’s hand to tug him off down the hall.
It doesn’t take them more than a few minutes to get ready, having practiced with the clothing and clasps before. “Jiminie, you can come in now!” Jeongguk calls excitedly.
They can hear the quick pitter-patter of Jimin’s feet as he rushes down the hall and he bursts into the room a moment later without hesitation. He stops when he sees them, though. The two of them are stretched out on the large bed, dressed in clothing and jewelry from the demonic realm.
Jeongguk has a sheer golden cloth wrapped around his waist, tied at one hip, barely concealing his cock. His torso is adorned with golden body chains that loop multiple times from front to back. He has bangles on like Jimin always wears, on both wrists and an ankle too.
Namjoon is his opposite, wearing a similar sheer scrap of cloth, but his is silver and tied in the more traditional fashion, creating something closer resembling shorts than a skirt. His top is like many that Jimin wear, loose fitting and low cut, but also cropped. It too is a sheer material, leaving nothing to the imagination. He too has jewelry on but it comes in the form of long, dangly silver earrings and a thick, sparkling choker. A thin silver headcrown rests against his forehead. Jeongguk had smiled when he put it on, telling him he looked like a sailor scout.
Jimin hasn’t said a word, eyes still flickering back and forth between the two of them like he can’t process what he’s seeing. The demonic realm is filled with demons peacocking, presenting themselves as prettily as possible in order to attract a mate. It’s part of the reason Jimin latched onto human fashion so quickly. It was easy for him to relate to it because it’s one of the few things in common with the demon realm. It’s why he loves watching high fashion shows on tv so much, and it’s why he prefers tight or revealing clothing, because it’s what he’s used to.
He’s frozen still, one shadowed hand resting on the doorknob and orange, slitted eyes wide.
“Happy birthday, baby,” Jeongguk says, a cheeky grin playing across his lips. “Come get your present.”
His words seem to snap Jimin out of whatever stupor he’d found himself in. The demon hurries away from the doorway, rushing to the side of the bed where he immediately reaches out to touch his two boyfriends, marveling at their pretty getups. “Where did you get all this stuff?”
“From your favorite store,” Namjoon supplies, and then adds, “It was Jeonggukie’s idea.”
Jimin’s favorite store is a niche little demon shop. Most humans pass right by it except the more eccentric ones, but it’s actually quite popular in the demon sphere.
“You both look so pretty,” Jimin says, a little pout to his voice. “Joonie you should always wear crop tops and chokers and Jeonggukie I never wanna see you with a shirt again, your chains are so delicate and beautiful.”
Jeongguk bites his lip to keep from grinning too wide. “Come over here and open your presents then,” he says, reaching out to tug Jimin closer by his hips.
Jimin beams as Jeongguk tugs him down onto the bed, and Jeongguk can’t help but feel light with the feeling of love he has for both of his boyfriends. He’s just so happy he gets to spend this time with them, and that he’s managed to make Jimin smile like this on his special day, that he could even make a special day for him.
Jimin’s long, demon tongue snakes out of his mouth, greedily pushing past Jeongguk’s lips as he gets closer to him. Jeongguk indulges him for a long moment, sucking on his tongue and humming contentedly. Jimin pulls back sooner than Jeongguk imagined he would, but only to lean and give Namjoon the same treatment. Namjoon’s large hands slide up over Jimin’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Hm, someone’s excited.” Jeongguk has trouble making out Namjoon’s words where they’re mumbled against Jimin’s lips, but he manages. “Already hard for us, baby?”
Jeongguk flushes as he thinks about it, how Jimin is so attracted to them that just the sight of them is enough to work him up and get him hard. The two of them start kissing again and Jeongguk shifts himself upwards, working himself into a position where he can rest his hand on the curve of Jimin’s back and dip his head place gentle kisses on his neck.
“Wanna take care of you, baby,” he whispers, lips pressed right up against the permanent mark of Namjoon’s hand print on the slope of Jimin’s neck. He nips at the sensitive skin lightly. “Wanna make you feel good for your birthday.”
Jimin whines into Namjoon mouth, taking a moment before pulling away. He rolls himself onto his back so he can look at both of them and then makes eye contact with Jeongguk as he says, “Want you to take care of me. Wanna feel good.”
They both coo, endeared by the pretty pout on his lips. “You just relax,” Namjoon says, sitting up to help Jimin shift up the bed. “We’ll take care of everything so you don’t have to move a muscle.” Then he turns to face Jeongguk. They meet for a kiss, hands wandering shamelessly as they put on a little show for their birthday boy. They take their time, even though it’s all too easy to undress each other. They’ve already decided that all the jewelry plus Namjoon’s top would stay and the sheer bottoms would be the only things to go, so it’s just a matter of a simple tug to undo the ties.
Jimin is impatient, though, so Jeongguk hurries them along, pulling the fabric away from Namjoon’s waist to reveal his big cock, half hard. They can hear Jimin moan from off to the side of them, and when Jeongguk sneaks a peek at him he sees the demon has shed himself of his own top and is playing with his nipples.
“C’mon Joonie. He wants you so bad,” Jeongguk mutters against Namjoon’s ear, giving it a soft bite.
Jeongguk guides Namjoon by the hips, turning him to face Jimin, who easily spreads his legs for him. Jeongguk reaches around Namjoon to help him pull off Jimin’s tight pants and then their demon is left bare for them. “So gorgeous, baby, Joonie’s gonna fuck you so nice.”
Jimin bites his lip but nods enthusiastically. “Don’t wanna wait. Can I prep myself please? Can’t wait to feel Joonie inside me,” Jimin says quickly. And he asks so sweetly that Jeongguk can’t help but nod right away. He even thanks him as he shifts slightly, allowing his tentacles to protrude from his back and slither over his own body.
Ever since Jimin had managed to control them better by letting them breed him whenever they need to, they’ve been using them for the specific purpose of prep for sex. They release a slippery aphrodisiac whose consistency is similar to lube and the tentacles themselves vary in size, so it’s quite convenient.
Plus, it seems to make Jimin feel good. Now that the parasite knows that Jimin, Jeonngguk and Namjoon pose no threat to it, it is much more willing to share its pleasure with Jimin and rather than using its power to alter Jimin’s mind in negative ways, it uses it to make him feel good. It’s become a mutualistic symbiotic relationship rather than a parasitic one.
Jeongguk watches from over Namjoon’s shoulder as one of the smaller tentacles slicks up Jimin’s hole before dipping inside. Jimin, always forthcoming with his pleasure, sighs happily at the feeling. Jeongguk’s hands slide down Namjoon’s sides until he reaches his cock. He’s still not fully hard and Jeongguk wants to make sure he’s ready to go when Jimin is.
Jeongguk reaches out, taking one of the nearby tentacles into his hand and giving it a few firm strokes. He does it to gather the slick substance coating it but Jimin moans prettily at the stimulation anyway, making Jeongguk smile fondly as he pulls his wet hand away and puts it back on Namjoon’s cock, using the more comfortable grip to jerk him slowly.
Jimin moves quickly. At first, Jeongguk and Namjoon had to slow him down every time they fucked because he was too liable to hurt himself in his hurry, but he’s learned well. He just knows the limits of his own patience.
The first tentacle slides out of his hole, slick dripping with it, and the next pushes right in, moderately larger than the one before. “So good, baby. Taking it so well,” Namjoon murmurs. His head is tilted back against Jeongguk’s shoulder, letting him kiss at his neck, but his hands run up and down Jimin’s thighs, keeping them spread wide and up, giving perfect access for the parasite and for Jeongguk’s hungry gaze.
“I’m ready,” Jimin slurs out just a few minutes later, one of the largest tentacles retreating from inside of him, reaching out instead to wrap around Namjoon’s thigh to tug him closer.
They don’t wait, all too eager and too turned on to delay any further. Jeongguk presses his hips up against Namjoon’s, sticking to him like a second skin as he nudges him forward. The bangles around his wrists jingle lightly as he guides Namjoon’s cock toward Jimin’s hole.
Jimin uses his tentacles to wrap around his own thighs, pulling his legs up and out to spread himself wide. It leaves Namjoon’s hands free to to travel up and down Jimin’s body, fingers tickling at his sensitive sides and flicking at his nipples.
Jimin moans as Namjoon fills him, bit by bit. “Joonie,” he gasps, content to be so close to him. Namjoon smiles down at him, pretty choker and crown sparkling in the light from their bedside table lamp.
Jeongguk grins, hands moving separately, one sliding up under Namjoon’s loose top to grope his chest and tug at his nipple and the other dipping low to thumb at the edge of Jimin’s rim, feeling the place where they’re connected. They both make little sounds at the contact, happy to have Jeongguk joining their intimacy.
“So pretty,” Jeongguk mumbles. “God, both of you, look so good…”
“Joonie, don’t wait,” Jimin says, already breathless with excitement. “Fuck me.”
It’s Jeongguk who hushes him softly. “Shh… don’t worry, baby. Joonie’s gonna take care of you. He’s not gonna fuck you, though.” Jimin’s eyebrows immediately pull together in a frown. “He’s gonna make love to you.”
“Make love?”
“Mhm,” Namjoon hums, hands gentle as they skim up and down Jimin’s lithe body. “Gonna take care of you and make you feel how much we love you, go nice and slow.”
There’s a little sparkle in Jimin’s eyes, like he just gets it, and Jeongguk can feel his tentacles sliding behind both him and Namjoon, tugging them ever closer. “Make love to me, then. Joonie first, and then you Jeonggukie.”
And he does, slowly and tenderly. Jeongguk doesn’t look away from Jimin’s blissed out face, not once, even as he kisses at Namjoon’s neck and upper back. Namjoon, too, looks down at Jimin, doing his best not to get overwhelmed too quickly. Jeongguk is happy just to see them close to one another, but it is a little difficult to ignore the hardness of his own cock, tucked up against Namjoon's ass as he thrusts in and out of Jimin.
"Do you feel good, Jiminie?" Namjoon asks, voice rough with how close and warm they all are. Jimin just nods his head, a happy smile on his face as he sinks into the feeling of Namjoon moving slowly in and out of him.
"Use your words, baby," Jeongguk encourages, leaning around Namjoon to stroke his hand up and down Jimin's chest, lazily thumbing at his nipple. "Tell Joonie how good he makes you feel."
"Feel full," Jimin says airily, dreamily, as if he's already dazed from the feeling. He always slips quickly, glad to let his boys take care of him and help him feel all floaty. "Big, Joonie, big cock. Feels good inside me."
Namjoon lets out a breathy little sound, smiling down at Jimin in endearment. "You feel good too, baby, so warm and wet for me."
Suddenly, Jimin's face drops and he makes eye contact with Jeongguk. Immediately concerned, Jeongguk's brow furrows with worry. "What? Is everything okay?" he asks, shuffling out from his place behind Namjoon to situate himself half-laying down beside Jimin.
Jimin just pouts at him, reaching out to rest his hand against Jeongguk's cheek. "Want Gukie to feel good too. Not just me 'n' Joonie."
Jeongguk's heart positively melts, and so does the frown, which falls right off his face to blend into a smile. "Oh, baby, I do feel good. Just watching you and Joonie feel good makes me feel good," he assures, but Jimin's pout doesn't let up as he looks down at Jeongguk's hard cock.
"I wanna touch you too," Jimin says.
"C'mon Jeonggukie. Let our baby touch you," Namjoon interjects. He leans down to steal a kiss from each of them before sitting back up. "It's his birthday, so if he wants his Gukie to feel good, then he should."
Beaming, Jimin reaches down to wrap his small fingers around Jeongguk's cock. Feeling desperate and already sensitive, Jeongguk hisses at the light touch, but shifts to make it easier for Jimin to reach.
"Why don't you fuck him, baby?" Namjoon suggests, mirth and mischief sparkling in his eyes when Jeongguk looks up at him.
But Jimin's face lights up beautifully, and Jeongguk can't help but grin back. "Kiss me first, baby," he says, crowding into Jimin's space so the demon can lean up just a bit to kiss him.
Jeongguk loves kissing Jimin, and not just the sweet, gentle kisses that they share in the mornings when they're feeling lazy. Jeongguk loves the filthy, wet, sloppy kisses. Jimin knows this, and he doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue straight into Jeongguk's mouth and right down his throat. Jeongguk used to choke each time he did that, but now he's used to Jimin fucking his throat with his tongue the way he's used to Namjoon fucking his throat with his cock.
Moaning around the intrusion, Jeongguk reaches to touch Jimin, hand sliding down to run his fingers over the pointed tip of his cock. Jimin whines at the stimulation, but stays focused. His tentacles rustle underneath and around them and suddenly there are two of them on Jeongguk's ass, spreading his cheeks just enough to allow a third slick tendril to prod at his hole.
Jeongguk has to pull back from Jimin’s tongue so he can take a deep breath and moan at the feeling of the little appendage nudging its slick self inside of him.
In no time at all, Jeongguk is happily split open on the wider part of Jimin’s tentacle, and the two of them are both panting and moaning as they look up at Namjoon over them. He smiles down at his two babies and says, “You wanna cum Jiminie?”
He nods eagerly, whining as Namjoon fucks him a little harder, a little deeper, a little faster, and Jeongguk squeezes his fingers tighter around the head of his cock. Jeongguk whines too, looking up at Namjoon with a hopeful look.
But Namjoon just shakes his head and chuckles. “Not you, Jeonggukie. It’s Jiminie’s birthday, so he deserves to have your cum after I’m done with him.”
“Yes!” Jimin cries out. “Yes, please! Want your cum, both of you, please, please.”
Jeongguk can tell just how desperate Jimin is getting, so he leans in to press a sweet kiss to his ear before whispering, “Go ahead, birthday boy, cum on Joonie’s cock.”
The effect is immediate once he has permission. He really is such a well-trained demon. His moans are loud and unabashed, body tense as his cock spurts out thin, sparkling strings of cum. Jeongguk moans low into his ear as he feels the tentacle inside him release as well, filling him with the parasite’s own version of cum.
“Fuck,” Namjoon grunts from above them, and Jeongguk smiles and reaches out to touch his arm, tense from holding Jimin’s hip.
“C’mon Joonie; give the birthday boy his present,” Jeongguk encourages. Namjoon slams his hips forward one last time, burying himself inside of Jimin has he cums with a drawn out groan. Jimin hums happily, pleased by the sound and the way he’s been filled.
They lay their panting for a moment, basking in the afterglow. Jeongguk is still hard and dripping, squirming from the feeling of the tentacle still inside of him, but he doesn’t want to ruin their high, so he stays quiet.
It’s Jimin who moves first, always completely insatiable. “Want Jeonggukie now,” he mumbles as he starts sitting up, carefully retracting his tentacle from Jeongguk’s wet hole.
Namjoon too pulls back and then takes a moment to admire the way cum drips out of both of their holes. He rubs two fingers against each of their puffy rims, grinning when they both moan. “Look at my boys. So pretty. Can’t wait to watch you make love to each other.”
“Now?” Jeongguk finally asks, edging toward desperate himself.
“Yes, now.” It’s Jimin who answers, swiftly moving to straddle Jeongguk’s hips. “Want your cock inside me Gukie.”
Jeongguk tries to stop him. “You should lie back and let me do all the work. It’s your birthday,” he argues.
But Jimin smiles prettily, hair a mess and eyes hazy and fucked out. “But you said I can have whatever I want, because it’s my birthday, and what I want is to ride you.”
It’s hard to argue with that, so Jeongguk just grins, resting his hands on Jimin’s hips as he looks up at the beautiful demon. His body is gorgeous, practically glowing in the dim light. His orange-gold markings are always more prominent in the low light of the bedroom. His slitted orange eyes glint back at Jeongguk and his forked tongue hangs out of his mouth after he uses it to wet his lips. His tentacles rustle behind him, swaying gently in their idle state. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeongguk can’t help but breathe out.
Jimin doesn’t respond other than a happy little trill as he reaches back, mindful of his own sharp nails, and steadies Jeongguk’s cock so he can slide down onto it.
They moan in tandem, sighing contentedly when Jimin bottoms out and they’re finally flush against each other. Namjoon strips himself of his top and his fancy jewelry and then situates himself beside Jeongguk, smiling at his two boyfriends. “You look so good together. Both make me so happy. I feel so lucky,” he comments absently, too tired to do much else other than watch and praise.
“We’re lucky too Joonie,” Jimin gasps out, grinding his hips in circles on Jeongguk’s cock. It’s slow and dirty, the way he moves his hips.
Jeongguk wants to agree, really, but as soon as he opens his mouth, Jimin clenches around his cock and the resulting moan cuts off anything intelligible he might have said. Jimin smiles down at him, clearly pleased that he’s making him feel good. It’s hard for Jeongguk not to use his grip on Jimin’s hips to guide him and set the pace, but he does his best to restrain himself. He wants to let Jimin do as he pleases and enjoy himself.
And enjoy himself he does, thighs tensing as he finally lifts himself to properly bounce up and down on Jeongguk’s cock. Jimin’s small hands rest gently on Jeongguk’s chest, always so cautious of his sharp claw-like nails after the first time he’d accidentally sliced Namjoon’s back. His fingers trail delicately over the pretty gold chains, admiring how they glint in the low light of the room and accentuate Jeongguk’s muscular figure.
He can feel Namjoon’s breath, hot against his neck as he leaves kisses there. “So good for the birthday boy, huh Jeonggukie?” Jeongguk nods his head, turning to steal kisses from Namjoon as Jimin whimpers above them, pace quickening the closer he gets.
“Gukie,” he whines just a moment later. Jeongguk pulls himself away from Namjoon’s sweet kisses to look back up at Jimin. “Please fuck me now. Need more.”
Grinning lecherously, Jeongguk sits up quickly and hurries to flip them. Jimin ends up partially on his side, so Jeongguk can straddle one thigh and hold the other over his shoulder. The position spreads Jimin open in the best way, and when Jeongguk slides back into fuck him, the demon hums happily.
He doesn’t bother going slowly anymore. He knows Jimin has felt all his love and care throughout the day, and he knows the demon just wants to cum now, and cum hard. So he holds tight to Jimin’s thigh, holding him close in order to have the leverage to fuck into him with short, hard thrusts. The force makes the chains and bangle jingle prettily, adding to the pretty sounds of their coupling.
“Give us your tentacles, baby. We want you to feel good all over,” Namjoon says, kissing at Jimin’s hair and stroking his back where the tentacles protrude. Jimin doesn’t wait to be told again, his tentacles immediately rushing out from their place on his back. Jeongguk can feel them as they slither around him to pull his cheeks apart and slide back into him.
And when he looks at Namjoon, he sees his boyfriend opening his mouth wide, so three of the smaller tentacles can worm their way inside. “God damn, Namjoon. You look good like that,” he comments, reaching to cup his cheek to feel the way the tentacles make them bulge.
Jeongguk almost shouts as two tentacles press into him quickly, seeking out his prostate immediately. And still there are more tentacles that play with Jimin’s nipples, and wrap around his cock and balls. Jimin goes completely lax, body thrumming with pleasure as he gets stimulation from all fronts. Jeongguk is about to lose his mind from how hot his boyfriends look.
“I’m gonna cum soon, baby,” he warns, leaning forward to kiss at Jimin’s lips and cheeks. His tongue lolls out in an attempt to reciprocate, so Jeongguk sucks the appendage into his mouth, drooling spit dripping from both of them onto Jimin’s chest.
It reaches a fever pitch all quickly and yet not soon enough. Jeongguk feels like they’ve been going at it for hours, and he still wants the feeling to last forever. But his sole focus is making Jimin feel good.
“I’m gonna fill you up, baby, and I want you to cum when I do,” he murmurs, landing one final kiss to Jimin’s lips before he pulls back to focus on fucking into Jimin as hard as he can.
It only takes one more brush of a tentacle against his prostate and the clench of Jimin’s walls around his cock to have him moaning through an orgasm. His grip on Jimin tightens and he grinds himself into his boyfriend until he’s completely empty.
Jimin cries out at being filled and tenses up again, pleasure taking over his body. Jeongguk watches in awe and tries to keep himself upright as the tentacles inside him get more desperate, thrusting in and out more quickly despite Jeongguk’s oversensitivity. Jeongguk watches the way his face contorts in pleasure, tongue falling out of his open, gasping mouth, and eyes crossing before they roll back into his head.
Jeongguk can’t help but moan, so turned on by the sight of Jimin overwhelmed by his pleasure. Finally, he cums, liquid spurting out to land beside him on the sheets. The tentacles release their cum too and Jeongguk moans as it fills him. It’s always a lot, especially when there’s multiple inside of him.
He turns his attention quickly to Namjoon, eager to see the way the tentacles’ release fills his throat and then spills past his lips. The room fills with the wet gagging sounds of Namjoon’s throat being used. He has to lean back a little, letting them finish in his mouth before pulling all the way back to cough and take a deep, shaky breath. Before he can swallow too much, Jeongguk leans down to capture his lips so they can pass the sweet, sticky fluid between their mouths.
Jimin groans lightly when Jeongguk finally pulls out to lay beside them. They’re all sweaty and covered in fluids, but none of them care, all too eager to tangle their limbs together to be as close as possible.
They just breathe for a while, basking in the afterglow and each other’s presence. “So,” Namjoon says. Jeongguk can see him, glued to Jimin’s back, over the curve of Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin turns his head slightly to look at him as well. “How was your very first birthday celebration, baby?”
A dopey, blissed out, little smile takes over Jimin’s face. “I loved it a lot. Can I have a birthday every day?” he asks.
Jeongguk and Namjoon both laugh. “Maybe not every day,” Namjoon hedges. “But we can celebrate half birthdays too, how about that?”
Jimin pouts a little but agrees fairly easily. “Alright. As long as we can still spend lots of time together and we’ll always love each other.”
Jeongguk meets Namjoon’s eyes at that, knowing that his heart will be melting in the same exact way Jeongguk’s is. “Of course, baby,” they say at the same time, both leaning in to kiss at the brands of their handprints on Jimin’s neck.
He shivers from the touch and moans lightly, the brands always humming with energy and magic. “Love you,” he mumbles, nuzzling deeper into their shared embrace.
“We love you too, baby,” Jeongguk says, kissing his forehead.
“We’ll always love you,” Namjoon adds.
Namjoon and Jeongguk link their fingers with each other where they rest on Jimin’s hip, and Jeongguk can’t help but smile like a fool, so madly in love and unbelievably happy. He’s so glad that they made Jimin’s first real birthday special, and he can’t wait to celebrate many, many more.