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Jungkook isn’t ready for this. Then again, he never will be. His heart is beating too fast in his chest and his breathing is uneven. He’s second guessing himself so much, but he can’t keep this up anymore. He’s desperate to be touched and he only wants those two.

Jungkook waits for them to arrive and when they finally do, he tries to level his breathing. It takes him a few minutes to calm himself, but then he steps out of his security office. He’s hardly ever outside of his little room during operating hours. He usually just slips in for his shift, and when the sun rises, he slips back out. That’s how it’s always been. He’s allowed to take a lunch break to get some air, but he rarely does. Today is different though. He’s going to finally speak up.

Taehyung and Jimin are at the tennis court as usual. Jungkook knows he doesn’t fit in with the rich people. He’s in his black button down with the country club logo on it, and ugly black pants. Still, he’s got a good face, so it makes up for the clothes.

When Jungkook sees them for the first time in the flesh, he just about faints. He’s only ever seen them through security cameras. They’re absolutely astonishing in real life. Jimin is shorter than he had expected, and Taehyung is far more powerful. They’re so beautiful. It feels like he’s meeting celebrities, but that’s not at all what they are.

Jimin is stretching, he’s incredibly flexible, and Taehyung is watching him but trying not to look so obvious about it. Nothing they do can ever possibly escape Jungkook’s eye though. Jungkook is terrified of them, but not more than he is attracted to them.

Of the two of them, Jungkook is less intimidated by Jimin. He’s several inches taller than Jimin and he’s also a puppy.

Jungkook once again has to remember his breathing, but then he walks over to Jimin. He does it before he has the chance to chicken out. Jungkook is going to do this. He’s going to fucking do it.

“H-hi,” Jungkook says.

Jimin looks at him and gives him a bright smile. Seeing him smile up close is unbelievable. He has cute teeth, and his eyes smile right along with him.

“Hi!” he replies.

Taehyung immediately walks over to Jimin and stands over him possessively. He’s sizing Jungkook up. Jungkook doesn’t know what to do about it. He can’t believe that Taehyung is looking at him. That they’re both looking at him. He could make up an excuse right now. He could pretend he found an item they lost. He could make something up. Or he could do what he came here to do.

“Can we help you?” Taehyung asks. He puts his arm around Jimin to send him some sort of message.

“U-uh,” Jungkook swallows, “M-my name is Jungkook.”

“Hi Jungkook, I’m Jimin.” Jimin says and holds his hand out. Jungkook stares at it for a moment and then takes his hand to shake. Jimin’s skin is so warm and soft. He’s never worked a day in his life, and it shows. Jungkook could cry, how is he real? He points to his husband, “this is Taehyung. Is there something you need?”

Jungkook stands up straight and gathers what little confidence he has. He has to say it. Just rip the Band-Aid off. “I work in security.”

“Okay?” Taehyung says.

“I-I… I’m the night watchman. I watch the security cameras.”

Taehyung immediately understands what Jungkook is trying to say, and his jaw becomes very firm. Jimin looks at him for a moment before he seems to shrink and his eyes gloss over.

“I see.”

“You come to the club every Wednesday and Friday.”

“How much money do you want?” Taehyung says gruffly, and Jungkook is caught off guard. Money? He doesn’t want any money. He has no interest in Taehyung’s money.

“I don’t want any money,” Jungkook says, looking offended.

“Then what do you want?” Taehyung asks.

Jimin seems to get what he’s saying quickly. Instead of looking angry or scared, he gives Jungkook a little smile. He takes a step closer to Jungkook and analyzes him. Jungkook didn’t know someone this small could be so scary.

“Daddy,” Jimin says quietly. No one can overhear him when he says it like that. Even if Jungkook were in his security room listening in, he wouldn’t be able to hear. “Koo wants to play with us.”

Jungkook chokes and tries to hide a whine. Jimin is so close to him that he would just need to lean forward and their lips would meet. Did Jimin just call him Koo? He’s going to cry. He might die. He might fall off the face of the earth.

Taehyung raises an eyebrow and looks amused. “Is that so? Is that what you want, little bunny?”

Jungkook doesn’t trust his voice so he just nods. He has trouble looking away from Jimin, but he does turn to see Taehyung sizing him up. God, he’s hot. Jungkook himself is overheating. Taehyung’s stare is dark and sexy and so, so bad for Jungkook’s wellbeing.

“Give me your phone, bunny,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook immediately complies. He fumbles it out of his pocket as quickly as he can, careful not to touch his dick because he does not need that right now.

Taehyung takes his phone after Jungkook unlocks it for him. He types away at it quickly and then hands the phone back to Jungkook. Jungkook looks to see that it’s an address. And holy shit he doesn’t actually live there does he? Jungkook knew he was rich, but this guy is fucking loaded if he lives there.

“Meet us there at ten tomorrow night.”

“Ten… but I have work then-”

“Ten tomorrow night,” Taehyung says.

“O-okay,” Jungkook nods.

With that, Taehyung has apparently decided they’re not going to be playing tennis tonight. He begins to drag Jimin after him as Taehyung watches. Jimin stops to get close to Jungkook and leave a burning hot kiss on his cheek. He giggles and smiles at Jungkook so innocently.

“See you tomorrow, Koo.”

Jungkook nods, or maybe he doesn’t. He certainly watches them leave and tries to figure out if that really happened or not. He thinks it did. He’s pretty sure he’s going over to their apartment tomorrow night to get absolutely railed.

Jungkook smiles. He catches a look in a window as he walks back into the building to go to his office. He supposes that he understands why Taehyung had called him a bunny.

***

Jungkook knocks on the door at 9:53. He parked outside about half an hour ago, sat in his car for a while. Then he got out of the car and paced in front of the building, hoping that he didn’t look too out of place (which he does). Then he had to tell a doorman who he was meeting in order to even be let inside of the building. Now he’s standing in front of the door waiting for someone to open it.

Jimin answers the door and hardly even looks at Jungkook before he’s pulling him inside and closing the door. Jungkook will probably be able to take in his surroundings in a few minutes, but right now, what he’s focused on is Jimin. Jimin is in a sheer red negligee, and Jungkook’s never been closer to passing out before. Jimin wants him to look, clearly, so he does. Nothing is hidden from view, there’s only little bits of embroidered lace that do a mediocre job at covering him up. Considering how rich they are, it might be real lace. Jimin’s dick is obviously tiny. There’s a little bit of a bulge underneath matching panties, but ‘bulge’ is still a generous word.

Jungkook has only ever had boring old vanilla sex. He tried to hook up with some guy at a bar who said he was into kinky things, but when he said “kinky” what he really meant was foot fetish and bad sex. Jungkook still got off, but he didn’t stay for breakfast. Or even a second round.

“Hi Koo,” Jimin says, biting his lip and taking him in. Jungkook is wearing the least ripped jeans he could find and the most presentable shirt. His entire ensemble probably costs the same amount that they would spend on a coffee. “I’ve been so excited to see you again!”

“You have?” Jungkook asks. He’s trying not to be nervous, but he’s in a strange place with two people he doesn’t even know. He doesn’t know where Taehyung is, so he looks around to see if he’s watching, but there’s no sign of him in the front room. He does notice all of the expensive furniture and luxurious dressings. The penthouse is actually not too ugly or modern. Rich people certainly live here, but it feels more like a home than the rich people houses he’s seen online. There’s a certain amount of charm. There’s probably a maid, or an army of them. There’s potpourri on a table and an antique looking chessboard set up on an equally antique table that costs more than Jungkook’s apartment (and maybe his whole apartment building).

“Of course!” Jimin says. “I’ve always wanted to have a playdate like this, and you’re so pretty.” Jungkook notices now that Jimin’s lips are a pale pink. The lipstick works well with his negligee, because it’s not too outrageously pigmented. It makes his full lips look more kissable than ever, and Jimin already has such plump, alluring lips.

Jungkook gulps and convinces himself to be entirely in his body right now, instead of his head. This isn’t a fantasy anymore. This is really happening. This is actually Jimin who’s actually excited to see him.

“Daddy’s in our bedroom,” Jimin says. “A few rules for you, Koo. You call him daddy, always. Daddy gets to do whatever he wants to you and you take it, okay, Koo? Safe word is ‘safe word’.”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nods through all of it. He’s all signed up for all of that. Maybe Taehyung—maybe Daddy will still let him fuck Jimin too.

Jungkook thinks there’s more to be said. He feels like he should know more about the two of them before he’s literally getting naked, but he supposes this isn’t that much different than a one-night stand. He’s here to fuck and go home.

Their apartment is huge, but that’s to be expected. It’s a penthouse, so not only does Jungkook walk past two dining areas, he also sees a set of stairs that must lead to even more apartment. He can’t believe he’s gotten himself in bed with someone this rich. If he had asked for money instead of sex, he’d be sitting pretty for years.

He doesn’t realize Jimin is holding his hand until he looks down and sees just how small Jimin’s hand is compared to his. His fingers are small, chubby, cute. Jungkook’s are long and thin.

In Jungkook’s apartment, it takes ten seconds to walk from one end to the other. In this one, it takes them at least three minutes to get from the front door to the bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, with a damp yellow lighting coming from the crack.

Inside, the room is enormous. Even the bed is big enough for about five people to have a healthy amount of space. There’s a big grand armoire, rich drapes, a door to a master bathroom, and a set of two armchairs looking down at the city skyline below. They’re far up above the hustle and bustle, and there’s no way anyone else could see into this apartment. Jungkook doesn’t really think to look out the window, because Taehyung is seated in one of the two chairs, patiently waiting for them. He’s fully clothed, wearing an expensive white button down tucked into perfectly tailored dress pants. He’s drinking either coffee or tea from a little cup and barely pays them any mind when Jimin and Jungkook enter the room. The door is closed behind them, and then suddenly, Jungkook is in this world. He’s in their bedroom. At Taehyung’s will.

Taehyung acknowledges him after a few more sips of his drink. He sets the teacup down on a small table and then regards the two of them.

“You’re early, bunny,” Taehyung says. His tone doesn’t give anything away. Maybe it’s the slightest bit annoyed.

“Y-yes, sorry.”

Taehyung rests his arm on the armrest of the chair. He’s assessing Jungkook. Hopefully he likes what he sees.

“Strip,” he says shortly.

Jungkook feels pink grow into his cheeks. He hesitates, but Jimin doesn’t. Jimin starts to pull off Jungkook’s sweatshirt, while Jungkook looks at him with an innocent set of doe eyes. Jimin looks cute, even dressed the way he is. Jimin takes everything off except his briefs. Those he keeps on, and then Jungkook is just left standing almost naked, presenting himself for Taehyung.

“Come here,” Taehyung says, and Jungkook obeys. He walks closer to him and then comes to a stop right in front of him. Taehyung puts a hand out and smooths it over Jungkook’s chest and belly. Jungkook has absolutely nothing to be self-conscious about. He knows he has a good body. His physique is strong, his abs exist. Taehyung looks pleased with him, but he’s not going to actually say that.

“Safe word is ‘safe word’,” Taehyung says. He waits for Jungkook to nod his understanding. When Jungkook agrees, he smirks at him and looks at Jimin stood behind him. “Puppy, what do you think?”

“I think he’s beautiful,” Jimin says, walking closer. He touches Jungkook’s shoulder while Taehyung flicks at a nipple which pebbles beneath his fingertips and makes him wince in a good way.

“Not bad,” Taehyung nods.

“Can I kiss him, daddy?” Jimin asks.

“Go ahead, pup.”

Jungkook doesn’t have a say in it when Jimin sticks his tongue in his mouth. Jimin’s mouth is instantly wet and instantly dirty. He probably smudges lipstick all over Jungkook’s lips, but he doesn’t care. It might taste a little bit like strawberry. Jimin doesn’t pretend to make it sweet, he just goes in with tongue and biting. Jungkook can’t complain.

“On the bed,” Taehyung says. Jimin drags Jungkook over to the bed and pushes him onto it. He climbs on top of Jungkook and continues kissing him, making sure his daddy has a good angle to see them. Jimin is grinding on top of him, and its friction in exactly the right and wrong way. Jimin’s dick is just so small, he barely feels it, but Jungkook’s sure that his own growing erection is noticeable.

Jimin giggles and pulls down at Jungkook’s briefs. Jungkook isn’t really a person right now. He’s just letting whatever happens to him happen. He doesn’t care what it is, as long as he gets to cum at least once by the end of the night.

“I didn’t say you could touch,” Taehyung snaps. Jimin looks at his daddy and nods.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“Bunny, you’ve watched us before?” he asks it like a question even though it isn’t one.

“Yes,” Jungkook says.

“Yes, what? What do you call me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s better. So, if you’ve watched us, you know that my puppy here has a tiny little clitty, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Show it to him,” Taehyung says.

Jimin immediately pulls the panties off to expose the smallest dick Jungkook has ever seen in real life. It’s about two inches, or three if you’re being extremely generous. Jungkook nearly “awws”. Jimin also has a bright pink plug nestled between the cheeks of his perfect, plump ass.

“Worthless, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods.

“What about you, bunny?”

Jungkook gulps and then pulls his briefs down. He’s completely hard at this point, so that shouldn’t embarrass him any. He’s not huge, about six inches. He is in every way average. The security cameras aren’t the top of the line, but he thinks Taehyung is at about eight. He’s mythical levels of big.

“Oh, look at you,” Taehyung says. He finally gets up out of the chair and comes closer, only to slap Jungkook’s cock with the back of his hand. Jungkook gasps, not used to the feeling. The pain throbs for a dull moment before it ebbs away and then Taehyung slaps him again, almost like he knows exactly when.

“Daddy!” Jimin says, sounding angry. “He’s our guest!”

“You don’t tell me what to do, puppy,” he says, and flicks Jimin’s little cock. Jimin is used to it, but he falls to silence quickly. He knows not to question his daddy, so he just nods and curls his head up under Jungkook’s jaw. He already feels so familiar to Jungkook. Maybe he knew Jimin in another life. He wants to protect him but also use him.

“Suck on his clitty, bun,” Daddy tells him. Jungkook has learned not to hesitate so once Jimin gets into the right position, he goes down on him. It’s hard to really comprehend how small it is. A little cocklet. Not even that. It really is a clitty. Jungkook can’t deepthroat him because there isn’t enough. Jungkook must be insane, because Jimin tastes so sweet on his tongue. Blowjobs are not fun for the taste, but Jimin’s precum is milky and way less bitter than any cum Jungkook’s ever tasted.

He gets all of Jimin down in one go and Taehyung holds his head down so he can’t move. Jimin whines and ruts upwards into Jungkook’s open mouth. It’s not that hard for Jungkook, but Daddy plugs his nose when he sees that Jungkook isn’t struggling enough. Jungkook gasps and Jimin keeps attempting to fuck his mouth. Jungkook tries to get in breath, but he can’t. He thinks he’s going to turn purple when Taehyung finally pulls him off, harshly by the back of his hair and throws him onto the bed as he gasps desperately for air. For good measure, Taehyung slaps his dick again.

Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s so turned on by being in pain, but he can’t deny it. He’s on cloud 9 right now, and it gets better when he hears the jingling sound of Taehyung’s belt.

“Is this what you want, bunny?” he asks and Jungkook opens his hazy eyes to see a monster of a dick only inches from his face. It’s so big that it’s laughable. Jungkook can’t believe how different these two are. Take a couple of inches off Taehyung, give them to Jimin and he’d still be left with a pretty impressive cock.

Jungkook nods excitedly, licking his lips. He still tastes Jimin on his tongue and he likes it. He wonders in what other ways they differ.

“Too bad,” Taehyung sneers, tapping his dick on the side of Jungkook’s face a few times before pulling away.

Jungkook tries to give him pleading eyes, but Daddy doesn’t care. He looks at the two of them, so desperate for him. He has two sluts hanging on his every word and there are so many things he wants to do them. Taehyung didn’t know just how easy Jungkook would be. Not just on the eyes, he’s also so easy to push around. He might keep him.

“Here’s what you’re going to do, bunny,” Daddy says. He picks Jungkook’s head up from the bed, completely ignoring Jimin whining for his Daddy. “You’re going to fuck my baby with that little excuse of a dick you have.” Jungkook knows he’s not small. He’s not impressive, but he’s certainly nothing to complain about. “And you’re going to make him cum. If you can actually manage that, I’ll give you what you want, ah? I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll never be able to take anyone else’s dick but mine ever again.”

Jungkook couldn’t ask for a better dream. He can have both of them? That’s all he wants in this entire world. Jimin pulls Jungkook to his mouth and kisses him deliciously. Everything about Jimin is so sweet and so, so dirty. His kisses are wet and sloppy. He smells maybe like cotton candy or peaches. His skin is so soft and pretty. He doesn’t have any hickeys on his neck, which seems like an oversight if you ask Jungkook, but between his legs, Jungkook notices dozens of purple splotches where his Daddy’s mouth has been. He wants to leave a little spot of his own, but he doesn’t have time for that. He has to listen to Daddy’s order if he’s going to have everything he wants.

He spreads Jimin’s legs for him. He only has eyes for him right now, but he can feel Daddy looking at every single inch of him. Jungkook sort of wishes he had brought a plug for himself. He fingered himself pretty good before coming here, but he’ll need more than a hope and a prayer to get Taehyung inside him.

Jungkook admires the way that the plug rests against Jimin’s cute butt. He’s still in the negligee, though it’s ridden up to expose all of him to Jungkook’s eyes. He’s got some marks around his nipples where his Daddy has bitten and liked over him.

He finally pulls the plug from Jimin’s ass and nearly cums on sight. A small gush of white immediately drips from his hole and Jimin giggles. “Daddy’s cummies.” Jungkook’s vision goes dark with lust. He can’t help himself from immediately latching his mouth to Jimin’s hole and sucking up the sticky cum. It’s so, so gross, and Jungkook loves it so, so much. Daddy isn’t having it, though, because he spanks Jungkook and pulls him away.

“I didn’t say you could have a treat.”

“S-sorry Daddy.”

Daddy—or Taehyung, Jungkook’s brain is having trouble remembering his name right now—hands him a half full bottle of lube.

“It’s not like he even needs it. Puppy is such a worthless slut. His hole is always gaping.”

Jimin’s small and puckered, winking slightly but certainly not gaping. He doesn’t really care to prepare him, as Jimin’s body is basically built to be ready to fuck at all times. Jungkook puts a generous amount of lube on his own dick and then immediately clambers onto him and sinks in without thinking about it. Jimin is immediately and overwhelmingly tight around him. He gasps something high pitched and blissful directly into Jungkook’s ear and he shudders. Jungkook has never felt anything like this before. Jimin is so tight, like a vice grip, but he’s so, so wet too. This might be what a pussy feels like, not that Jungkook would know.

As if reading his mind, daddy says, “always so wet, huh?”

“Ye-yes, daddy,” Jungkook says. He bottoms out completely and already starts to pull back so that he can push right back in.

“Puppy complains so much if he isn’t full all the time,” Daddy says, like it’s a real issue. “Gotta keep him nice and wet with my cum.”

Jungkook whines as Jimin cries out underneath him. Jungkook presses his forehead against Jimin’s, and they look at each other as Jungkook starts to really fuck him. Jimin’s body seems so fragile, but he takes cock so well. He was born only for this. Just a sex doll, really.

“Koo, oh my god,” Jimin moans when Jungkook hits his prostate perfectly. He digs his fingernails into Jungkook’s shoulders and Jungkook repeats it several times in succession. Jimin’s voice only gets louder. Jungkook is so thankful these two live in a penthouse with no shared walls to other tenants, because it means Jimin can be as loud as he wants. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s also gasping and making short little sounds until Daddy whispers in his ear how filthy he sounds.

“Just a little whore like my puppy.”

Jungkook chokes on a sound in his throat, agreeing. “I’m a whore, yes, yes.”

“My whore now, though, huh?” he says and Jungkook could cry. Now he understands why Jimin always cries when he’s with daddy. Daddy’s words are too much. He’s too dirty and too sexy.

“Feels so good, Daddy!” Jimin screams and pulls Jungkook’s hips to him, burying Jungkook deeper. Jungkook doesn’t know how much longer he can go, Jimin is squeezing him just right.

“Yeah? You like bunny’s dick?”

“Love his dick, love it,” Jimin nods.

“Enough that you want bunny to give you his cum?”

Jimin gasps and Jungkook can feel him nodding underneath him. Jungkook seriously isn’t going to be able to take much more of this before he cums. “Want Koo’s cummies!”

“You heard him, bun,” Daddy says, spanking him a few times, which makes Jungkook jump and thrust even harder into Jimin.

Jungkook is so distracted by his own approaching orgasm that he doesn’t realize Jimin has already climaxed between their two bodies. He only realizes it when he can feel the sticky cum between their tummies, some of it landing as far as to stain Jimin’s negligee near his nipple. Jungkook doesn’t really care if he’s oversensitive, and he knows that Daddy wouldn’t want him to stop, so he keeps fucking Jimin. He hasn’t been careful before, but he’s less so now. He’s desperate, out of rhythm, and out of any cares to give.

Jimin is crying, legitimately crying underneath him, but when Jungkook kisses him, he kisses back. Jimin would safe word if he didn’t like it, so Jungkook keeps going, and he thinks he hears daddy chuckle. They must look totally pathetic to him. Two babies just trying to get each other off.

Jungkook feels a long finger, enter inside of Jimin’s hole beside his dick and he gasps. He looks behind him to see Daddy’s hand between their two bodies. It’s a snug fit, but Daddy doesn’t hesitate to put a second one in a moment later. Jimin is still crying, but it’s intermixed with gasps of “please” and “yes” and “Koo.”

“I’ve gotta… I’m gonna,” Jungkook says without much more warning than that before he slams all the way into Jimin and fills him up with one pulse, than two pulses of hot, thick cum. So much of it. More than Jungkook should be able to produce and all of it is emptied into Jimin’s warm hole. Daddy sounds disappointed. He pulls his fingers out and looks at the white of them. He feeds the fingers into Jungkook’s mouth, but he doesn’t even realize it’s happening because he’s so blissed out and outside of his body. He roughly registers the feeling of fingers in his mouth, wiping cum onto his awaiting tongue, but he doesn’t really understand any of it.

Jungkook doesn’t go soft immediately, and he doesn’t know if he’s ever going to again, honestly. He just knows that it hurts and he has to pull out of Jimin or else he’s going to be the one to cry.

“Can I keep it?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook doesn’t know what he means.

Daddy nods and Jimin sounds excited before he finds his plug somewhere amongst the sheets and shoves it back inside to prevent any of the cum from falling out. He tastes a finger, however, and smiles at the unfamiliar flavor of Jungkook. So different from his Daddy, but so nice.

Jungkook doesn’t get to rest even for a moment.

“Hands and knees,” Daddy says, and Jungkook complies immediately. He gets onto his elbows, ass in the air. Daddy’s hands is already wet with lube and he shoves a few fingers into Jungkook carelessly while Jungkook whines from the pain. His head collapses into the sheets but he stays where he is, because nothing in the world is going to stop him from getting dicked down right now.

“It’s okay, Koo,” Jimin says, stroking his hair. Jungkook turns his head to see Jimin lying right next to him. He looks satisfied but alert. His face is so pretty, like a painting. His lipstick is mostly intact except for a few smears here and there. When he leans in to kiss, Jungkook kisses him back. It’s sweet, not very messy, but he likes it. Jimin distracts him from the feeling of his hole being forced open first by fingers and then… Jungkook’s eyes open wide and he gasps out. Oh, that’s big. That is so much bigger than he thought it was.

Jungkook looks behind him to see Daddy’s massive cock entering him. He’s maybe only an inch inside, several more to go, and Jungkook feels like he’s being split open.

“Not gonna fit,” he says, his voice sounding desperate, because seriously, it’s not going to fit.

“Of course it’ll fit, bunny,” Daddy says. “You’re even looser than my puppy.”

“No, no,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“I told you it’ll fit. It doesn’t really matter if you like it anyway. You’re just a sex toy.”

Jungkook whines and feels a few tears form in his eyes which Jimin kisses away. “B-but it hurts.”

“Stop pretending you aren’t a slut,” he says, slapping Jungkook’s ass, leaving a red mark and a sting. “I can tell you bend over for every man who looks twice at you.”

“N-not a slut, no.” Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s trying to defend his honor in this situation. Of course he loves to fuck as much as he can, but the way Daddy says it makes him embarrassed.

He hasn’t pushed in any further, maybe about halfway lodged deep inside Jungkook. He doesn’t know if he wants it to stop or if he wants more.

“You okay, Koo?” Jimin asks, his voice is sweet and levelled, so different from Daddy’s. “Do you need to safe word?”

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head. “No, no.”

“Okay Koo,” Jimin says, and rubs a soothing hand on his upper back before he nibbles on his shoulder for a bit. “Then just take what Daddy gives you like a good little bunny.”

Jungkook nods, and gasps, but it’s the cue that Daddy needs before he pushes in further. Jungkook makes a guttural sound, deep from his throat but at least it’s all in. He knows he’s built bigger than Jimin, so if Jimin is able to take him, Jungkook should too. Jimin is quite a bit more used to this feeling than he is, though.

“Am I even inside of you?” Daddy says. “It’s so loose I can’t even feel anything.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Jungkook says and tries to clench tighter around him, but there’s not much he can do. It’s so big. Jungkook wishes he had practiced, but he’s a coward. He’s never bought a dildo this big because he would be too afraid to use it.

“Stop being so mean, Daddy,” Jimin says, but he’s met with Daddy slapping his clitty. Jungkook looks at him to see that Jimin is still hard. The tip an angry red, desperate to be touched. Jimin notices Jungkook looking at him and he giggles. He can probably tell how much Jungkook wants him. Who wouldn’t want him? Jimin is the most beautiful man in the entire world.

Jungkook wishes he could touch, but he’s put all of his weight onto his elbows and Daddy is starting to speed up, slamming him face first into the bedspread. He has to use his elbows to cushion the blow a little bit. He can feel his hands white knuckled in the sheets.

“I can do whatever I want,” he says and proceeds to take out his anger on Jungkook. “This isn’t about his pleasure. It’s all about Daddy, remember?”

Jungkook just nods. He’s right. It doesn’t matter if he feels good, his only use is to help Daddy get off. He’s just a fleshlight.

It hurts like hell, but there’s something so, so delicious about it. The pain is worse than the pleasure, but every time Daddy slams back in, he hits Jungkook’s prostate perfectly. He’s too big not to hit it every time. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s moaning. He also doesn’t realize that the pain is starting to fade away ever so slightly.

“Daddy, my clitty hurts,” Jimin whines.

“So what?”

“Can I touch myself?”

Daddy groans, slamming into Jungkook particularly hard. “No.”

“But-”

“Maybe the bunny here can use his mouth, if he isn’t too useless.”

Jimin asks Jungkook with his eyes, but Jungkook can’t say anything. He’s crying without restraint, but also moaning in ecstasy. It feels so goddamn good. He feels guilty that he’s deriving pleasure from Daddy using him as his toy, but it feels so good. The pain makes it even better. The stretch is what he loves the most. Daddy hadn’t been kidding when he said Jungkook would be ruined for other dicks for life. He really can’t move on from a cock this big, so skilled, so good.

Jimin ultimately pulls himself up on the bed, his head almost hitting the wall as he shoves his crotch in Jungkook’s face. Jungkook doesn’t know what to do. His brain is totally empty. He doesn’t think he’s even a human anymore. Just a toy. Jimin guides his little clitty into Jungkook’s open mouth and they both gasp. Jungkook instinctively sucks on it like a lollipop. It’s the perfect size actually, because he can get him all the way in, with just enough room to spare for him to breathe and moan around him. Jimin is characteristically hyper and fucks his mouth as well as he can. He doesn’t care that Jungkook’s tears are mixing with the spit coating his dick.

“I’m gonna keep you,” Daddy says, “What do you think about that, bunny? You and puppy waiting for me here every night. No purpose in life other than being holes for me to fuck.”

Jungkook likes the sound of that and makes a sound around Jimin.

“You’ll answer me when I speak to you,” he says, yanking Jungkook off of Jimin by the hair so aggressively that he’ll probably still feel the sting tomorrow.

“Yes,” Jungkook mewls. “I want that. Please, I want that.”

“Me too,” Jimin says before he shoves Jungkook back down.

Jungkook thinks he’s cum a second time, maybe even a third time. He doesn’t really know. All he knows is that he’s sticky. Daddy hasn’t cum yet, and it’s Jungkook’s duty to get him there, so he rolls his hips and pushes back on him at every thrust to bring him closer to his climax.

Daddy’s grip on Jungkook’s hips is bruising, but he’s starting to become erratic. Jungkook can feel that he’s close and he feels so proud. Daddy is going to cum because of him. He’s going to feel that high all because of Jungkook’s slutty hole.

“Get ready, bunny,” he says, and his voice for the first time tonight sounds slightly weak. He really is close.

It’s another minute or two before Jungkook suddenly feels hot, scorching cum burst through him. It’s instantly a lot, and as Daddy fucks it into him, slower now, he can feel wave after wave of it filling him more than Jungkook can fathom. It’s so hot and goes so deep that he thinks some might end up in his tummy. Jungkook is frozen on a silent scream, his mouth torn from Jimin as he cums once again, but he really doesn’t know what number he’s on. All he knows is that he is out of this world. He’s so full, so exhausted and so happy.

Daddy doesn’t immediately take out his cock. He keeps it inside to hold his cum in for a few seconds, making sure that Jungkook gets every last drop, though some of it has leaked out and dripped onto the bedspread.

Jungkook thinks he blacks out for a brief minute. It can’t be too long, because when he comes to, a warm tongue is lapping at his ass, a gross slurping sound accompanying the licks as Jimin cleans him up. Daddy is watching his two babies fondly. Jungkook grabs Jimin gently, pulling him to his mouth, hot white cum in his mouth which they share between themselves as they kiss. Jungkook doesn’t care how absurdly disgusting it all is. He couldn’t care even the slightest bit.

Everything hurts. Obviously, his ass hurts, but so do his hips, and his mouth and tongue are sore. His dick is weak and limp and he’s going to have trouble walking for the next week (or month).

“You did so well, bunny,” Daddy says, patting the back of his head carefully, and Jungkook glows from the praise. Did he really? Did he do well for Daddy?

Jungkook breaks away to look at him and give him a smile. Daddy looks so sweet and proud of him, and gives him a short kiss, before he and Jimin share a long, heated one. Jungkook smiles and waits his turn.

He feels exhausted but alive, and he lets hands pet all down his body gingery and lovingly.

“Did you mean what you said?” Jungkook asks eventually. “Can we do this again?”

The two of them smile and look at him fondly. They look at him like they’ve known him for years rather than just having learned of his existence yesterday afternoon.

“Of course, Jungkook. We’ve known for months that someone was watching those cameras,” Daddy says–or maybe with that tone of voice it’s Taehyung saying it.

“Y-you did?” he asks, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Jungkook freezes on shame, but there are so many hands softly caressing him that it relaxes his tension.

“We’re not idiots,” Jimin smiles.

“B-but, yesterday… when I talked to you at the club, you didn’t know who I was.”

“We lied. I looked into you,” Taehyung tells him. “I’m quite the powerful man, you know. I learned who you were and what your motivations might be. But we waited for you to come to us. I can’t believe it took you so long.”

“I can’t believe… you… you really knew?”

“Yes, we really knew,” Jimin smiles happily, and he tucks his head into Jungkook’s neck. “We’ve wanted a third for a while, Koo. I want you to be with us. But I want to know more about you. More about Jungkookie. I want to know what movies you like, favorite food, your friends and family.”

Taehyung nods. “If you want to, that is. All we’re saying is that it doesn’t have to be just sex.”

“Like our partner.”

“Yes!” Jungkook says, nodding hard. He’s crying again, but for an entirely different reason. Could this be real? Could this actually be happening? They want to get to know him and let him be with them? Like a partner. Jungkook wants to light fireworks. He’s so happy that he can’t contain his tears. “I want that so much. I want you both so much.”

“Good,” Taehyung says, and kisses his cheek before he uses his thumb to brush away tears and a bit of dried cum. “Now, let’s all get cleaned up, ah?”

“And burn these sheets,” Jimin adds.

Jungkook smiles and nods. This could very well be the start of the rest of his life.