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There is a world where humans and hybrids live together. A world where you see cat hybrids every now and then, dog hybrids every time you walk outside and some other animals. Rats hybrid are kind of rare, but not impossible to find. Yoongi doesn’t care about those kinds of hybrids, he has better things to do. Better being named Hoseok. He found him near his house during the night, wandering around, seeming lost.   The creature is breath taking, Yoongi thinks as he looks at it from his window. Pale skin covered in little black scales at a few places gleaming under the street lights, yellow eyes, unhuman eyes. Yoongi can’t stop staring. Even when the creature turns around and their gaze cross, he can’t do more than step back. He gets lost in the depth of those eyes. It smiles. Yoongi does the same, he thinks. The creature approaches, stopping just under the window. The human looks down.“You know, you staring at me freaks me out.”The voice is nothing more than an airy whisper and Yoongi almost doesn’t here it, but he does because it’s so calm out there he could here a fly. He feels a bit ashamed that he was staring long enough for the hybrid to feel bad.“Hum…I’m sorry, I…I’m just curious. We don’t see hybrids like you that much.”Hoseok nods, understanding. He’s so, so pretty looking. Yoongi wants to touch, to feel the texture of that skin. He knows what snakes are like so he’s not sure Hoseok is ready to be stroked by a stranger’s hand.“You being curious doesn’t change anything. I’m half human anyway, and you just have to go in the forest to find snake hybrids. We just don’t come down to town.”“Why are you here then?”The creature eyes the human, unsure if it can talk to him.“Don’t worry, I won’t use you as some experiment.” “Who tells me so?”“I promise.”Yoongi says and reaches his hand out.“Pinky promise.”The creature laughs airily and intertwines their little fingers. Its fingers are covered in scales, cold and dry against Yoongi’s hand, and the boy shivers. It’s amazing.   It’s been a week since the creature is here, and Yoongi hasn’t got enough of caressing its skin. It’s so, so addicting.“Hum, I never asked you your name…”The creature looks down, eyebrows furrowed.“Hoseok.”“Hoseok.”Sounds good on his tongue.“I’m Yoongi.”Hoseok nods.The silence after that is a bit weird, so Yoongi goes back to doing whatever it was he was doing and Hoseok stays there, looking outside the window.“If you want to go outside you can, I’m not keeping you from anything.”“I’ll need to lay eggs soon.”“Huh?”“I’ll need to lay eggs soon. I need someone to breed.”It’s all so sudden. Yoongi comes closer, looks Hoseok up and down, bites his lips.“Like…Like what kind of…you know?”“Anything. Just, I don’t want to have to suffer through it if I don’t find someone for it. And like you said, snake hybrids aren’t that eager to come to town.”“Why don’t you go back in the forest?”“I was…banned? Does it work?”Yoongi doesn’t ask further, thinks a bit, has an idea, finds this idea crazy.“Hum…what if I was your bred.”Hoseok looks at him with wide eyes, not quite sure of what he heard.“You? You’re a human, it’s going to hurt a lot.”“Don’t underestimate me.”   The “heat” comes a few days later, and Yoongi feels it coming. Well, he feels it very well when Hoseok doesn’t stop grinding against him, touching him while he’s working, smelling him like he’s some kind of delicious food. At first Yoongi tries to get away until he understands the situation. Then he just ignores it. That until the famous night (not that it was supposed to happen at any given time).He’s working on his computer, having left Hoseok to watch a movie, when he suddenly hears the door slam open. He jumps, turning around to see yellow eyes shining in the dark.“Hi, is the movie fin-“It takes two steps for the hybrid to be at Yoongi’s level, and one second for Yoongi to land on his bed.“Oh, is it time?”Hoseok doesn’t say anything, instinct taking over, he just needs a hole to fill. He sheds all of Yoongi’s clothes, leaving them on the floor and hovering over the small boy. He doesn’t waste much time, lips soon trailing kisses on the human’s skin. He seems to like it because he’s squirming, but Hoseok holds him down.Yoongi never got bred or anything, less by a snake hybrid, and he doesn’t know what to await. Well, yes, he looked it up, knows they have two appendices as dicks, but doesn’t know how they use them. Is he afraid? No, not that much. He’s apprehensive.“You’ll go slow…alright?”He’s not even sure Hoseok has heard what he’s saying, because the hybrid doesn’t nod or hum or anything. He just kisses Yoongi’s skin, licking it with his thin tongue. It tickles at some spots, has Yoongi laughing a bit, that until a hand surrounds his dick and he’s surprised he’s already hard. When did it happen? He can feel his cock pulsing in Hoseok’s hand, waiting for something, any kind of friction. But it doesn’t come, and Yoongi whines. He whines loud and frustrated, and it seems to work because the hand finally moves. Hoseok is looking down at him with total awe, as if he’d never seen the human anatomy. It’s plausible. The boy lived in the forest for his entire life, until now.“It’s…weird. Why don’t you have like…two?”“We’re not the same species…”“Right. Yours is weird.”Yoongi laughs, Hoseok was always kind of cute. The cute you don’t want to admit because he’s so fast in mood changes that it would ruin whatever mood was on. The hand tightens around his shaft, making him moan a bit. The scales are a bit dry against his skin and he’s surprised he likes it. He needs to try things like that, later.He feels his legs being spread and lift up until his knees are against his chest. He looks up, crossing gaze with Hoseok, and it’s so intense he thinks he might come right now. The hybrid leans on him, thin tongue sliding through his lips to land on one of Yoongi’s nipples. The human jerks, swallowing back a moan. Why does he need to be so sensitive around here? The hybrid senses it, because he’s soon licking and tickling the bud until Yoongi let’s a cry of pain fall from his lips.“Sensitive.”It looks like the snake is studying him, like he’s going to take a notebook out and write down all the information he gets.“I’m going to fuck you full of eggs, going to make you the nest for my little babies.”It’s said so…calmly, like it’s the normal way of things, and Yoongi nods, eager.Hoseok undresses and comes back to lay against Yoongi’s body, legs still spread and hands holding his thighs to keep that position. Hoseok looks at him, stares even, and Yoongi feels the blush on his cheeks become more visible. He looks away, feeling Hoseok play with his rim.“Lube…”Hoseok looks up, then around, spotting the transparent bottle a few steps away. He goes to get it, looks at it.“Do you…drink it?”“No! It’s…for…my ass…in-inside.”God, why does Hoseok ask such questions? Yoongi is sure he knows perfectly what lube is for, he just wants to embarrass the human. Hoseok smiles, opening the cap and spreading the liquid on his fingers. Then straight on Yoongi balls, the lube running down and making the boy shiver. See, he knows perfectly.“You never close your door when you masturbate. You should. It’s hard to stay calm when seeing you so submissive.”Yoongi blinks multiple times, can’t believe it. He’s been watched? And he didn’t even notice it? How far does he go when he fucks himself? He doesn’t have time to think, because fingers are suddenly entering him and his breath his pushed out of his lungs. Are snakes that strong? Or is he that weak? He’ll opt for the second. Yoongi rolls his hips to get the fingers to move, to get some sort of something, he doesn’t know what.“Don’t be so eager, it’s going to hurt if I go too fast.”“Don’ care, wan’ more…”Hoseok shrugs, he won’t be the one suffering. He grabs one of his cock, hard but still flexible, playing a bit with himself and leaving Yoongi to watch. The human is practically drooling at the sight. It’s big, pink, like non-human pink, and it has those little spikes on them. Oh. That’s the hurting part. The spikes disappear and Yoongi frowns. Did he dream?“I usually use those if there’s a chance you’ll try to run away while I fill you up. But you won’t, right?”Yoongi shakes his head slowly, he won’t, he’ll stay like a good little hole to use. Hoseok smiles and comes closer, body squeezed against Yoongi’s one, with no possibility for the human to run away. He doesn’t want to, so that’s alright. He loses it when he feels one of the two dicks prod at his entrance, sending shivers up his spine. It’s cold, cold and a bit dry? Like the scales are, but Yoongi is so full of lube he doesn’t worry about it. It’s big too, big and it spreads his hole even more. He thinks he might split.“A-and w-would you…Would you add b-both…?”Hoseok looks at him like he just asked the dumbest question in the world.“What else should I do with the other? Told you, s’gonna hurt.”Yoongi shivers, not because of fear, but of pure arousal. He can’t wait. Didn’t know he was that much into pain but doesn’t complain either. Once the dick is fully seated inside him, he can feel it pulse against his walls. Yoongi moans, loving the stretch. It’s nothing like he’s ever experimented, nothing human. He’s being fucked by a hybrid. It’s nothing unusual, but still, Yoongi has never, ever been fucked by something else than…his toys. Alright, he’ll admit it, he’s a total virgin. His hands end in Hoseok’s hair, pulling them back to bring the snake to kiss him. He wants to feel how it’s like to kiss a hybrid. It’s weird. Well, not bad weird, just…the thin tongue enters his mouth sneakily and plays with his uvula, making Yoongi almost gag. The tongue is long, reaches places in Yoongi’s mouth that a human tongue couldn’t even dream of reaching.The whole thing, Hoseok pounding into him, abusing his hole, his tongue playing around in Yoongi’s open drooling mouth, all of that has Yoongi’s brain turning off. He’s not ready for more, is he? Does he have a say? He said he would be good.“I’m adding the second.”Yoongi simply nods, not even sure he understood what "second" Hoseok was talking about, but he soon gets it when he feels his rim being split apart. It feels so. He bites down on his hand to keep a scream down his throat. It hurts. It hurts disgustingly and Yoongi is trembling. It’s too much. He starts squirming, trying to get away, but hands pin him down. He looks up at Hoseok's menacing gaze.“Don’t. Or I’ll have to block my cocks inside you.”Not that he won’t at some point. He has to. He can’t control it. The lie was just so Yoongi wouldn’t freak out. He needs the human to fuck his eggs into. He’s so good for that, so warm, so wet, they’d grow up strong. Hoseok knows Yoongi doesn’t have the necessary paraphernalia to take this role, but fantasy never killed.Yoongi feels like he’s going to pass out but doesn’t, feels like his body is betraying him, because despite how much it hurts, his cock keeps twitching, precum literally flooding out of the slit. He enjoys it. He fucking enjoys it and he can’t believe it. It takes a few more minutes for him to finally roll his hips and oh. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s so big, he feels so full. His eyes roll inside his head, mouth agape, body shaking. Hoseok starts moving and Yoongi’s hands fly up, stopping half way. He looks like he’s having a seizure. It’s so…so…oh god. Just, oh god. Yoongi is wailing at some point, body trashing, cock spurting come all over his body. He feels so empty, but it won’t last long. Hoseok keeps fucking into him, sending him straight to over-stimulation, but Yoongi hasn’t enough time to complain. Everything stops.Yoongi wants to whine, to be frustrated, but then something horribly painful happens. He feels his hole being stretch even more, hears Hoseok mutter a “sorry”, and then feels little eggs being pushed inside his hole. He’s lost between wanting to moan and cry, because he feels so full and it hurts, but it’s so good, and it’s hot, and has Hoseok always looked that good? He’s delirious, sticks his tongue out, eyes hooded by pleasure. Hoseok kisses it, doesn’t need to be told twice. There’s no end to Hoseok’s seed, it feels him up until a bulge can be seen in his lower stomach. It’s so filthy, Yoongi loves it.“H-Hoseok…”The hybrid looks at him softly, leaning down to whisper into his ear, as the last remain of eggs are pushed far into Yoongi’s body.“They’re going to stay there, make you pregnant, full of little snake hybrids. I’m going to fuck you deep, full of eggs, every time I need it. You’re my little nest, Yoongi. Mine.”And Yoongi has nothing to say about it, just nods dumbly as Hoseok pulls out, keeping the eggs from falling back with a sticky substance quickly hardening. It feels weird, but the thought of being full of Hoseok’s eggs sends Yoongi to another orgasm. It was…perfect.“Love you Seok, Love you so much…” I'm just starting to get into that kind of interest? Thanks to some talented writers. I would love anything if it's well written :(

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They started feeding him more and more days, weeks ago. Turning the muscular boy into a little chubby boy, eager for more (or not).   “I’m not hungry anymore!”Taehyung whines when they give him more and more rice.“Look how skinny you are, you’ll soon fly away if you keep on not eating enough.”Jimin’s tone doesn’t leave any doubt, he opens his mouth obediently, almost feeling the food come up his throat. He gags, making them all laugh.“Don’t be such an ungrateful kid, Taehyung. We take care of you, be thankful.”Seokjin is next to comment, holding a spoon full of vegetables to Taehyung’s mouth. The boy feels like crying, he’s already so full but he eats anyway, because he doesn’t want to make his hyungs sad. Hell, Jungkook isn’t even his hyung.“We need to be ready in twenty minutes, the make-up artists won’t wait longer.”The…what? Oh, yeah. The interview. In front of billions of people. Taehyung whines, he’s not ready to go, not even sure he can walk there without sinking in the ground with how heavy he feels. But it’s not finished, he knows, when Jungkook gives him a bottle full of water.“You need to hydrate yourself too, or you’ll be as dry as desert. We don’t want you to have stomach pains because you’re not hydrated enough, do we?”Taehyung shakes his head and takes the bottle. The excuse, about his stomach hurting, it’s all lies, because it is hurting now, and water will only make it worse. But he drinks it anyway.  When they’re all ready, they head for the make-up room, all being taken care by different stylists.“Taehyung, what did you eat lately?”They all hide a smile, Taehyung sees it. He’s red now, as red as a tomato, stutters an answer, the best he can find. Doesn’t make quite sense but he’ll do with that.“N-nothing I…I just, I mean…”“Just be careful about your next MV release, we do not want to have to resew your clothing.”Taehyung nods. He feels like he does only that, nod and shake his head, and open his mouth for whoever to slide some snack, chips, whatever inside. Did he become BTS’ food garage or something? He could keep his mouth shut, he tried, but they just block his nose until he’s forced to breathe through his mouth. He doesn’t do it willingly, but he doesn’t say no. He knows that if he really didn’t want it, he’d just have to say it, and they’ll stop. But despite the pain in his stomach, he enjoys it.  “Come on, it’s almost time.”He hears Namjoon say, and he stands up from his chair. He feels like he weights the same weight as a car, worse, a truck, and he can’t move. He’s going to throw up.“Come on Tae, don’t make us late.”Hoseok’s voice sounds annoyed, and Taehyung knows it’s all acted but he still feels a little pang in his chest. He follows him, clutching for dear life at his hyung’s arm.  “And today with us, BTS!”Taehyung feels dizzy, even bowing seems to be too much, and he can almost (totally) feel the food moving inside him with every move he makes.“So, tell me, what kind of music do you listen to, Taehyung?”He doesn’t hear it, the question, he’s focused on not giving up his food to the ground. He hates how he actually loves losing control. An elbow landing in his rib wakes him up from his daydream.“S-sorry…Hum…I-I listen to…a bit of everything? Lately I’m more into classical pieces, like symphonies and all.”He managed to take a hold of his speech in the middle of it, hopes the interviewers don’t think too much of it, but knows the members did. He feels their stares on him, feels how they look at him coldly. Yoongi mouthing him to sit straight, and Taehyung does just that.The few next questions aren’t directly asked to him and he’s so thankful. He shouldn’t, but he is.  “Taetae, let’s eat something before the interview starts again!”Taehyung turns around to see Seokjin surrounding his shoulders with an arm and heading with him (even if he never said yes) to the break room. Or is it named differently? He sees food, and he doesn’t want food. He’s less than hungry, it’s even the opposite. But he opens, like always, because he’s a good boy, and the smile on Seokjin’s face is the best reward he can dream of.   “So, we’re back again with BTS. I hope you had your relaxation time. We’ll start with easy questions and make them more and more difficult. Don’t feel afraid to not answer, it will be simply cut.”Taehyung has never been this eager of serious questions, because they mean a lot, can be used however they please and it makes him nervous.“So, first question. Does someone here have a girlfriend?”The interviewer says with a joking voice. They all (almost) look at each other, looking for any traitor in the family, but no-one seems to have had ever in his life a girlfriend. What is that anyway? Taehyung is way better than any girls, look at him being all submissive, full of food and ready to burst. Jimin loves grabbing his fat to pound into him, he loves it so much.
“See, since you’re chubbier, I can fuck you harder. There’s more room to grab.”

Taehyung looks down, face red and embarrassment flowing in his body. He’s their big little baby, their big fuckhole, just for them.
Taehyung feels Jimin stare at him and dares looking up, only to regret it. He sees the want in Jimin’s eyes. Sees how he wants to wreck him, wants him to make a mess of himself. Taehyung swallows, feels like he’s eating even by doing something so natural. “Taehyung?”The boy jumps a bit, looking away from Jimin.“So, Taehyung, we heard that you were going to go to the military soon, how do you think you’ll handle being so far from your family?”What? What, like…what? Taehyung doesn’t know how to answer, doesn’t know what the other said, didn’t listen. They did it just for him to feel nervous and he hates it. They’re all looking at him, expecting something, and he tries, for fuck’s sake, he tries to come up with an answer.“I-I’d…I would…I-”The first wave hits him by surprise, and when he sees the vomit flow out of his mouth, he’s not sure it’s him who does that, until he can feel it land on his own clothes and taste the aftertaste on his tongue.“Cut! Cut the camera!”He hears the man yell at the producers. He wants to tell them he’s alright, but he keeps puking, the nasty liquid splashing everywhere on the floor, even landing on the members clothes and shoes. The interviewer doesn’t get away from the accident, having his microphone and pants totally soaked. Taehyung feels more than ashamed, even more because the members don’t even worry. They watch. Just watch. When he’s done, Yoongi comes closer, not caring about the smell or the mess around Taehyung. He leans closer, whispering in his ear.“You’re fucking lucky we’re in public. Just think about doing this at home and I’ll fucking make you lick it clean. Understood?”Taehyung nods, trembling. For the producers, it looks like Yoongi was comforting him, but it’s not comforting, to have Yoongi so close, his dominating aura dripping on Taehyung’s poor body. He feels filthy. Feels like he’s been wasting all of his hyungs efforts to make him gain a bit of weight. He hears Seokjin sigh something like “and I just wanted him to be healthy, how ungrateful”. He feels bad, so bad that tears start to fall from his eyes. Jungkook sees it and comes closer, putting his hands on his hyung’s shoulders.“Don’t worry, hyung, we’ll feed you again, and gag you so you can’t waste it.”He says it quietly, so the staff doesn’t here it. There’s men coming to Taehyung and bringing him away, leaving the rest of the group by themselves.“Did we go too far?”“Nah, he enjoyed it. Don’t you see how hard he is?”   I'm thinking about doing a part 2 where he's punished because he puked? is it a good idea?

and i wanna say hi to my anxiety kicking in bc yeah, i'm going to cry until i'm dry.

pls send requests to save my brain from thinking about life :)

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Warning (but if you made it until this chapter you're going to be just fine) scat/piss/vomit combo. it's 100 points. ;)I took a step in the deep ends of weird and extreme kinks, enjoy the ride. <3   Jungkook is secured to the bed with cuffs, ankles surrounded by black ropes to keep him from moving them, he has a gag keeping his mouth open. He’s drooling, whining. Alone.Jimin is somewhere in the house, doing whatever (preparing food), and Jungkook knows what it means. It will be time to eat soon. He can’t wait. He has been taking more and more weight the past weeks, and he’s always so excited when the times come, where he’s forced to eat, where he ends up shitting or puking all over himself. He shouldn’t be, it’s wrong, but who cares? “Kookie, my love, what do you want for dessert? I have some chocolate cake or…well, no, forget it. You’ll have both.”Jungkook whines when he sees Jimin leaning on the door’s frame, big smile displayed on his lips.“Oh, are you hungry?”Jungkook nods even though he isn’t, absolutely not. But it’s part of the game. He feels like he’s going to explode, but he couldn’t do anything even if he wanted.Jimin comes closer, the bed dipping under his weight when he sits next to the boy. He strokes Jungkook’s tummy, the fat becoming more and more visible, and Jimin can actually pinch it in between his fingers. It’s so cute.“I prepared a lot for you, sweet boy.”Jungkook wants to smile but it’s really hard with the gag keeping his mouth wide open. It’s not to suck anything, it’s just so Jimin can feed him whatever. He’s going to liquify everything. At first, Jungkook found it weird, to only eat liquid food, but he god used to it. Sometimes, if Jimin feels mean, he’ll choke him a bit, make him cough until he vomits and then feed him again. But today Jimin feels nice, so he doesn’t do that. Not yet.He leaves the room only to come back with multiple plates, all in liquid form, or mushed down to something that can be swallowed easily.“Hm…let’s start with…rice!”It’s the usual, rice, he has it every day. Jimin shoves the sticky substance down his throat, forcing him to swallow or choke. Jungkook swallows, it hurts but he doesn’t complain. Jimin decides whatever he wants. And, honestly, Jungkook is getting excited by that control loss he’s experimenting. Jimin sees it, the little dick standing tall, precum oozing out of the slit.“You’re really enjoying eating, aren’t you? I’m going to sit on your dick later, have you all overwhelmed.”Jungkook chokes a moan down at the same time he swallows another spoonful of rice. Jimin knows how much he loves dirty talk, knows how he can make him come just with words and skilled touches. Maybe later.Jungkook finishes the first plate without too much difficulties, but now his stomach is gargling with something else than hunger. He feels it and knows he’s going to fart. It’s loud, and it stinks, and Jimin shows it by blocking his nose and scrunching his face.“Really? You’re really not helping your case. Should I put a plug up your ass to keep whatever you try to expel?”It’s not a question, Jungkook knows, because soon after, Jimin is standing up again, shuffling the things in the box he just took out. When? Don’t ask, Jungkook has no idea. He takes a plug out, big enough that it will probably massage his prostate. Jungkook doesn’t know that toy.“Oh, we never tried that, did we? It’s…pretty interesting. See, it vibrates.”Jungkook looks at Jimin unimpressed. Vibrating doesn’t do anything.“And stops randomly. Like, no control over the thing.” Oh? Interesting.It’s not long before Jimin has three fingers up Jungkook’s ass, pumping them in and out until the boy is a squirming mess. He feels gassy fart trying to get out, the fingers keeping them in. He’s sure Jimin’s fingers are going to reek after that. He’s sure he’s feeling it.Jimin looks up at his boyfriend, taking in the sight, loving every bit of it. He’s so, so perfect. So chubby and fattening even more. He’s so lucky to have found someone like him. He takes his fingers out, a fart soon following and Jungkook hiding his face in the crook for his arm. He really looks dumb with his mouth open, drooling all over the bed.The plug is put inside in one push and Jungkook feels it brush his prostate, and if the thing is as random as Jimin said, he’s going to have the time of his life, or regret it. One of the two.“So, we were actually eating, it’s not good to waste food, right?”Jungkook nods again, waiting for the food to arrive. __ He’s been eating for at least an hour, the toy stopping and going as pleased, taking him to the edge of orgasming to finally stop, half a second before he comes. It leaves Jungkook frustrated, tummy hurting for having eaten too much and aroused. He whines, wants something, anything, to relieve his pain. Jimin just looks at him, giving him spoon after spoon of chocolate cake, mushed, again. It’s disgusting at this point, but he’s still so excited, and the forced feeding doesn’t help.“Look at that baby, you finished all your food!”Jimin sounds happy, so Jungkook is too, even if his stomach is crying. Jimin is his reason of happiness.“Should I ride you now?”Jungkook can’t answer, and Jimin knows it very well, but he’s a tease. A mean dominating power bottom. Jimin loves feeling his ass full of come and loves controlling. People might think the one who controls is always the one putting it in, but they’d just have to see Jungkook, how pliant he becomes when he’s overwhelmed and forced to fuck Jimin’s tight entrance, unable to come, because if he does, he’s up for overstimulation. Jungkook loves it too, the control loss, the submissive state he falls in.Jimin takes his clothes off, and when finally naked, he straddles Jungkook’s hips. He takes the gag out of the boy’s mouth, and then bounces on the full stomach, making Jungkook pinch his lips.“Oh my, is my baby going to puke all over himself?”“J-Jimin…”“Sh-sh, I don’t want to hear anything but moans coming from your little slutty mouth.”Jungkook shuts up, feels Jimin grind his ass against his erection, feels the toy vibrate again, and he’s soon trashing on the bed. It’s too much, he’s been on the edge for an hour and he can’t anymore. It earns him a slap right on the cheek. He looks at Jimin with tears in his eyes, a pout forming on his lips as he stops moving. Jimin smiles down at him and finally, oh fucking finally, he sinks down on Jungkook’s length. The boy squirms a bit, wanting to thrust up, but knows if he does Jimin would simply leave him on the bed with a real vibrator pushed full speed until he’s emptied of anything to shoot.Once he has Jungkook’s dick fully in, Jimin starts by circling his hips, turning the boy under him into a fit of moans and coughs. Jungkook feels food coming up, down, everywhere, the pleasure mixing with the pain, and he’s soon vomiting all over the bed. It doesn’t stop Jimin, of course not, the boy loves seeing the boy make a mess of himself. It’s maybe his fault for having his hands on Jungkook’s stomach and pushing full force every time he goes up. He doesn’t regret it.“Ah, Jungkook…I feed you and look, you waste it all…”There’s deception laced in his voice, and Jungkook looks away, ashamed. Even more ashamed because he can feel something push from under, trying to push the toy out.“J-Jimin…need…need…”Jimin has his eyebrows raised.“You’re really an ungrateful slut. Pushing out everything I give you… I’m disappointed.”Jungkook wails when Jimin stops moving, reaching for the toy and taking it out. Jungkook can’t control anything when shit starts to come out of his hole, he needs to push it out, needs it away. He felt so full it hurt and he’s so relieved now.“Look at the mess you do, look at that. Ungrateful and disgusting.”Jimin is far from disgusted, because he grabs a handful of Jungkook’s shit and spreads it on his chest, moaning. He feels so filthy while doing that, looking at Jungkook dead in the eyes. He feels the boy’s cock twitch in his ass, and he smiles.“Does my baby love seeing me covered in his waste? Hm? How does he like that?”“L-love…Love it so much…”Jimin laughs, using his dirty hands to stroke his dick, loving the feeling.“It’s so good Kookie, so, so dirty…I feel like a little slut, covered in your shit…I feel so disgusting.”Jungkook moans, spurts of come shooting in Jimin’s ass. Jimin looks at him, with that face Jungkook hates.“You really love overstimulation, don’t you?”Jungkook shakes his head, can feel the vomit dry on his lips and the bed near him. The smell hits him but he doesn’t react. They’re both so used to that by now. He tries to squirm his way away, but hell is it hard with his legs and arms attached to the bed. He gives up once Jimin starts bouncing again, keeping his cock from properly softening and sending him over who knows which edge, but he’s not a big fan of it. He feels like he’s going to burst, doesn’t know what will burst, but anyway, it will.Jimin always stops randomly, it’s to believe he’s just copying the toy, having fun in turning Jungkook into a drooling and babbling mess. He grabs the toy and shoves it back in Jungkook’s dirty hole, making the boy jump in surprise. It’s too much, he can’t.“J-Jimin…P-Please do som-something I n-need…to…fuck…to come…”“You don’t deserve to come after what you did. You wasted everything I prepared for you. Plus, you already came. You don’t need it two times.”Jimin says that as he’s bringing Jungkook to full hardness again, and the boy knows he’s going to stop when he’s hard as possible and just come with his hand, leaving the poor erection to soften on its own.It’s exactly what happens, Jimin pulling the dick out and just jerking himself off, come shooting on Jungkook’s face, adding to the mess already there. Jungkook is crying of frustration, because he knows he won’t get anything, won’t get to come at all. He’s punished because he couldn’t keep the food in, and now they have to start all over again.He frowns when he feels something warm land on his chest, sees Jimin standing up on the bed, dick aiming at him and simply pissing, using him like a fucking litter box.“Open baby.”Jungkook opens, what else can he do, and feels the hot liquid run down his tongue, and he swallows it eagerly. He can at least do that, if he can’t keep the rest in.“Such a good boy.”Jimin sits back down, circling his hips in the wetness of Jungkook’s body. He really loves it, right? Jungkook can see it in his eyes, in the way they close, the way his mouth opens to let out the prettiest moans. Jimin is the prettiest, even covered in waste.But the moment never lasts.“I’m going to go take a shower, you stay here and think about what you’ve done.”Jungkook whines, trashing on the bed, but Jimin simply ignores him. He goes to wash himself, the hot water feeling so good. He scrubs himself clean, staying longer than what he normally does, just to be sure Jungkook will be soft when he comes back. __ “Oh…it’s really sad, you’re soft now.”Jungkook wants to spit back something mean, but nothing comes, because Jimin is the one controlling.“I refuse to touch you, you’re disgusting.”Jungkook pouts, eyebrows furrowed.“I’m just going to unfasten the ropes and cuffs, and then you just do it by yourself.”Jungkook looks at him with big and innocent eyes, trying to get his lover to clean him up.“Jungkook, I hate you.”And he knows he won, because Jimin is coming to him and carrying him bridal style.“Why do I even enjoy that kind of things, it’s a pain to clean you up after.”Jungkook beams, happy, and kisses Jimin on the lips.“Yah! Don’t! You smell nasty!”“’s your fault.”“Yeah, shut up, let’s get you cleaned.”Jungkook loves his Jimin way much than anything else in the world, and it shows in the way he looks at him with stars in his eyes.   :) i lowkey feel happy about what i wrote.

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The weirdest thing is I'm not that much into vomit and scat? I mean my only real kinks are overstimulation and watersports (and power bottom jimin, this one is real) but i'm not that much into the other things I write :( oh and warning: scat/vomit don't comment saying i'm gross, I know :D   “Come on guys…there’s that restaurant called Seoul Mates not too far away, and I miss Korean food. Can we please go there?”Taehyung is whining. Literally. He turned into a kid and he’s almost stomping his foot on the ground.“Tae, fuck, it’s 2 in the morning…”They woke up because Taehyung, that shitty kid, started to shake them, saying he was hungry.“But I know you miss it too! And it’s just one time, nothing more, I just want to try that place.”Why do they even try? They try a bit of everything, and maybe Taehyung was right, they missed it. It doesn’t mean the restaurant is the best of the world, but it does the thing.   “So, happy now? The food wasn’t even that good.”Jimin complains, sitting back in the car.“It wasn’t that bad Jimin, stop being so annoying.”Taehyung snaps. He found it perfect. Maybe a bit too spicy, but perfect. He missed it so much. Jungkook sighs, walking to the car. They have a show tomorrow…or let’s say today, later, and they can’t be late. They still have a few hours to sleep…two. Thank you, Taehyung.   The show starts up well, fans screaming, temperature raising, they soon forget about the short night, adrenaline coursing through their veins, making everything look magic. They miss it every time, the atmosphere, the basses pulsing in their body. But maybe this time it won’t be as good.Jimin is the first to feel something is wrong with his stomach. The show started twenty minutes ago, and they’re dancing like crazy, but his stomach keeps cramping. He ignores it, thinks he just ate too much maybe, and in the middle of the night, and that it will go away. He’ll drink water when there’s a break…is there a break?Yoongi isn’t that much of a weakling, as small and precious as he looks, but feeling his entire body heave with the force of the nauseous wave hitting him is nothing fun. He almost falls multiple times, tripping on his steps. Nobody notices it, but he does, and he’s embarrassed by himself.Jungkook is… let’s say he tries his best to clench whatever is trying to leave his body without consent. Not sure if he should pinch his lips or plug his ass because it’s coming from both ends and it leaves him dizzy and uncomfortable.The show must go on, they say, but all the members are having a hard time standing straight and following the music, they’re all half bend, eyes glossy. The music becomes a dull sound in the background. The fans must feel it, because they become even more and more silent. Hoseok is the first to fall down on the ground, food spraying out of his mouth. The smell hits him hard and he whines. It’s hearable in the entire stadium, because the mic is still on. Of course, it is, what would humiliation be if it wasn’t in front of thousand of people?Jimin runs to him but stops abruptly when he feels something, something bad, really bad, come out of his body. He pulls his pants down, not caring, and lets everything go on the scene. It’s totally liquid, reeks like something he never thought could come out of his body, and hurts. He’s crying, falling in his own mess because he’s too weak, and he feels like throwing up, but there’s just more coming from behind. It’s disgusting.Taehyung watches in horror, mouth opened in what seems to be a shocked expression. Or is it because he, himself, feels something wrong inside him? He doesn’t have time to think about it, Jungkook is hugging his stomach hard, crying in pain, and before Taehyung can go and try to comfort him the boy vomits on the floor, it is splashing everywhere. And to add to the already present mess, Taehyung sees a bulge form in his pants. He knows what’s happening, and he’s horrified. He made the biggest mistake of his life, right?The fans are shocked, he can see it. He can see it, and he wants to cry, wail, because it’s all his fault, and he’s a bad member. He doesn’t deserve staying in the band.He’s lucky though, because nothing…wait, forget what I said. Cramps are wrecking his entire body and he almost screams in pain. The shame long gone when he, like Jimin, pulls his pants down and let’s go on the scene. It’s not as liquid, but it burns. He hates it, hates it so, so much. Piss comes with it too, because yeah, why not? Yoongi thought he wasn’t weak? Well, change of mind, he is weak. When he feels liquid run up his throat, he doesn’t even try anything to keep it from going out, and Namjoon is unlucky enough, that the spraying goes all over his back. The leader freezes. Not because he’s disgusted (well yeah maybe a bit) but more because in his own pants, a mess is happening. Why did Taehyung even think it was a good idea, to go to that restaurant? God, he’s going to kill him. After. It hurts right now, he feels more like stabbing his own stomach.Seokjin doesn’t know what to do, he’s fallen on his knees, feeling shit landing in his briefs, more, and more, until it’s even on his dick, and he’s so lost, so, so lost. He ignores what he should do to help the others when he’s in this situation. He looks around, and everybody is in the same kind of mess. It reeks, it’s horrible, but the smell isn’t what’s worst. The face of his friends scrunching in pain leaves him with a tightening in his heart. How does Taehyung feel? He must feel so, so guilty.Talking about Taehyung, the boy is literally crying, having thrown the mic away, laying on the ground on his stomach, trashing around with how in pain he is. It seems to never end, the shit turns more liquid with every wave, and it feels good to be finally empty, but it hurts so bad.They all look pale, sickly pale.“W-What…”Jungkook sobs, he looks so vulnerable, mouth dirtied by vomit, pants full, the liquid mess even running down his thigs. He feels so bad.“I’m sorry!”Taehyung wails, and Hoseok tries to come to him but he feels that if he even tries to stand up, he’ll make a mess again. They all look at the crowd, look at the fans leaving one by one, see them signing something…a close or whatever, to keep them from telling what they saw. Taehyung feels so, so, so bad. Not only because of the pain in his stomach, but the one in his chest, which is worse and deeper seated.The show ends abruptly, because of some bad decisions, but once they’re all fit again, back home, they all hug Taehyung, because the boy needs it the most.“Next time I want to go to a restaurant, punch me.”They all laugh, but honestly, they all think it’s a good idea.And believe me, they won’t go to a Korean restaurant outside of Korea again.   I have that omo diaper thing to write and the rp but wjoewpoa MY MIND IS EMPTY i'm sorry if it takes more time i'm working on it :( (i actually have like 5 fics to finish? help? but you can still request :))) ) 
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A quick reminder that this series is all about hard/extreme kinks, for those who didn't understand.Which means that I'll write about bestiality and incest as much as my brain allows me to. I'll write about anything that comes to my creative mind, be it acceptable to society or not. That being said, enjoy Jimin and his dog.

WARNING: BESTIALITY AU.

Namjoon fucked him nice and deep this morning, and then left to work. Jimin doesn’t do much work, he’s hired as a part time server in a fancy restaurant, because of his looks.Anyway, now he’s laying on his bed, still naked and fucked from the previous treatment, with hickeys and semen all over his body, and Namjoon surely does have scratches all over his back, but that’s all good. King is watching him curiously, the Great Dane surpassing Jimin way too much for it to be normal. He wanted a big dog on which he could climb and have fun.Now he’s just wondering what it would be like to be licked by a dog, but on really, really sensitive parts. He’s still dirty so there’s no wonder the dog starts to sniff him when it’s called.“King? Does it smell good? Does Namjoonie smell good on me?”His voice is soft, like descending from angels. Jimin is soft all over, blonde hair falling on his eyes, naked form still slightly flushed and eyes shining. He looks at his dog with so much…awe? King barks, and it rumbles inside Jimin’s chest, making him smile bigger. He feels like a kid next to the giant, feels like he never really grew up. And kids do things they shouldn’t. That’s his excuse.Honestly, he didn’t really await what was coming next, didn’t expect King to lick his stomach, climbing on the small boy and keeping him from leaving. It feels weird to have so much weight on one’s body, but Jimin doesn’t mind, just strokes the big baby behind his ears, humming.“Does Namj- King!”The animal is licking further down, almost touching the resting dick, that won’t be resting long. Jimin tries to squirm away but how can he escape when he’s surrounded by all the dog’s force? He can’t. He gives up one second after having first tried.“King, you can’t do that!”It’s half-laughed, because it tickles. The dog is drooling on his body, making it wet, making it smell like dog. He’ll need a shower. Later. Now he needs to find a way for the dog to get away. Or maybe not. When the dog cleans his cock, Jimin moans. He didn’t want to, but it felt so good. He wants to tell the dog to do it again. He doesn’t have to. The dog licks big stripes on Jimin’s little cock-ling, making it jump to life not a minute later.“Sh-shouldn’t…”Jimin tries to word his thoughts, really, he tries, but it’s overwhelming. He feels like he might come again. He grips the covers, back arching as King, big sweet boy, cleans him. He likes to think it like that, because licking sounds sexual. It is, totally, but it feels better to think it’s not. For the dog it’s not? Jimin doesn’t know.The thing is, King is so good in licking, so good in making Jimin moan, that he might surpass Namjoon in that domain. Jimin laughs breathily when the thought crosses his mind.“We n-need to keep it a s-secret…”He murmurs, as if the dog would answer. It just looks up, mouth open, tongue hanging in between, teeth showing. Jimin is lucky he taught the dog to be good, because that monster could kill him in no time, and here he is, letting it bring him to orgasm. God, if Namjoon knew that.He’s hard and leaking not even ten minutes after the dog started. Might be a long time, or a short. It’s just that he’s already close to coming, and he doesn’t want to. Wants to feel the hot tongue against his skin for hours. He pushes the dog with his feet, earning a low groan from the animal.“Get off King, you don’t rule the house!”The dog sits down on the bed, surely taking half of the space available. It doesn’t bother Jimin, who goes on his hands and knees, ass up, hole gaping around nothing out of pure despair. His cock is heavy between his thighs, and he wants to touch himself, but he wants to see if he can come from King’s tongue alone. Jimin reaches a hand to play with his rim, shuddering when he feels the dog watch him intensely. He feels…observed? No, submitted. He feels like he’s just here for the dog’s pleasure.When he has two fingers deep in, he moans, takes them out before he comes on his own and presents them to the dog. It scents them and licks them clean. This dog has a thing about hygiene, doesn’t it know how hot Jimin already feels?Jimin puts those same fingers inside his hole again, sleepy with saliva, hot, feels so good. He whines, wanting to go way deeper. Namjoon would be able to go way deeper if he was here. Again, if he was here, Jimin wouldn’t be doing that. It’s his fault.Maybe the dog smells arousal, because he’s coming behind, nosing at Jimin’s back side until it comes across the boy’s perineum. Pushing hand away, it licks right at the spot, and Jimin automatically spreads his legs.“F-Feels good, King…”He, for a second, wishes the dog could answer, give him orders, command his every move. He imagines what Namjoon would say. Such a beautiful slut, taking it so well. And Jimin would be a drooling mess, would be having orgasm after orgasm, and would want Namjoon to fuck him until he can’t speak anymore. Maybe king could fuck him like that? Maybe it’s not a good idea. The dog is huge and should be so everywhere. And Jimin is young and his capacity to walk is precious. Plus, it would be really suspicious if he was limping hours after having sex. No. No fucking for today, but maybe someday.  Feeling the hot, big tongue on his body has Jimin squirming, almost trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but he forces himself down, imagines Namjoon’s hand in his hair, pushing his head in the covers, half choking him and making him panic. It feels so good when he does that. Jimin smells like a dog now, the smell attacking his nostrils, making it unable for him to think about something else. He’s being licked by a dog, and it’s so wrong, and if his boyfriend knew, he would probably just leave him. That’s why he doesn’t know. As for the smell, he’ll take ten showers to make it go away.King stops abruptly, seemingly bored, and unable to taste anything anymore. He just stares at Jimin, probably wondering why he looks so worked up when all he did was give him a bit of a wash. He literally took a dog-drool-shower, with how wet he feels. Or is it the slick he’s producing? He doesn’t ask himself much longer, just grabs his erected dick and strokes it slowly, wiggling his ass. It’s unfair, that the Great Dane stopped just as he was about to come undone.“Kiiiing…! I never told you to stop!”He’s bratty? Yes. He likes to order around. It doesn’t work quite well with Namjoon, he always ends up spanked or overstimulated, but the dog? Never has someone listened so fast to his command. King comes back (well he never really left) and Jimin feels saliva dripping on his back, making him shiver. It’s disgusting, right? Who cares? He’d film himself and send it to his boyfriend, were he not sure it would mean the end of them.Jimin uses the saliva to fuck himself on his fingers, making it wet and filthy, going deeper and deeper until he can scratch his prostate. The wail he lets out (or the high-pitched moan) would’ve gone straight to Namjoon’s dick. The secret, that’s the arousing part. He does it without anyone knowing. Opening his eyes that he closed a few seconds earlier, he looks at the giant.“D-Don’t tell D-I mean Namjoon…”The dog looks at him, and Jimin eyes him suspiciously.“D-Don’t even bark, I-I’m sure he wo-would understand…”If the dog could laugh. Jimin is so close, wants to feel something inside him so bad, wants to feel the dog’s cock inside him. Hot, stretching him wide, making him moan and beg. He feels hot all over his body just thinking about it. Asks himself how a dog’s cock would taste on his tongue. Should he try? Would King let him try? He’ll never know until he tries.“King? Stay.”Jimin isn’t as commanding when he’s that close to coming, but it seems to do the job, seeing that the dog stays where it is, tongue dangling and drool landing on the bed. He’s big like that. Jimin eyes it for a second, still thinking, until he decides that he has absolutely nothing to lose. And who would know?He stands up, jumping on the carpeted floor and making his way to the dog’s behind. He then drops to his knees, stroking the animal’s legs, all soft and cuddly. His dog is the cuddliest, he loves it so much. More than everything else (Namjoon is an exception). He reaches a hand to grab at what should be (totally is) the dog’s erected cock. Erected. Jimin notes. The dog has been excited, it’s better for what he plans, but he’s a bit surprised that he didn’t see it earlier (maybe if he opened his eyes while fucking himself on fingers, he would’ve seen it). The head is wet, knot not formed, and Jimin wonders if it would hurt to be knotted by a dog. It would probably, the question is does he want it? Sure.He timidly licks the dog’s balls at first, trying to get an idea of what it’s like. The position he’s in is not the most comfortable, but let’s say he can work on his abs and thighs at the same time. His tongue is dragging along the animal’s cock, hot and wet on the surface. The dog reacts, move a bit, pants. Jimin feels proud when he sees it, knows he’s the reason of all of this. He feels a bit ashamed too, because it’s something he’s not supposed to do.Deepthroating a dog is harder than what Jimin thought. If he ever thought anything about it. The width of the dick is quite large, and Jimin needs to stretch his mouth more than usual. He gets used to it, of course, but he knows his jaw will hurt a lot after that. Time to find an excuse for that too.Jimin nails it. He makes the cock bump at the end of his throat, swallowing around it, choking and drooling and moaning, and his cock is dripping with precome, and he wants to touch himself so much.He finally takes the dog out of his mouth after a few minutes, coming out from under the dog. He’s not sure he wants that inside, not that he’s not confident in his capacity of taking something so big, just that he’s out of ideas for any excuse concerning the fact that he would literally be unable to walk. So, when the dog approaches, Jimin stares at him with a pout.“King, today we can’t do anything.”The dog barks, it’s deep and grumbling again, and Jimin smiles.“But you can lick again!”He then lays down on his back, legs spread. The dog comes near, sniffs a bit, licks. Jimin trembles against the sheets, having a hard time staying still. Nothing is here to block his movements and he has to concentrate hard to not just roll out of the dog’s touch. The boy won’t last, it’s been long enough already.“King…”It’s weird to moan a dog’s name. Weird and arousing. Jimin comes after a few more wide licks, painting his stomach in a white sticky substance. He’s fucked, looks at the big dog, thinks with his dick at this point when he approaches it, slipping under it again and catching the dick between his lips again. He wants the dog to come in his mouth, wants to taste the semen.It takes exactly two minutes of deepthroating, a sore throat and a few sore limbs for Jimin to finally get his dog to come. It’s warm…salty (is it dog food?) and feels quite thick on his tongue. Like cream? Something of that kind.Jimin backs to the bed, sitting down in the middle of it, sweaty and naked, come drying on his skin, hair sticking to his forehead. He cocks his head, looking at his dog. He’s so cute (Jimin).“Well. Time to clean up!” Hope you enjoyed :) requests are open (even if i need to finish 4 of them)

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I want to write boypussy Yoongi or Jungkook. Idk. Give me ideas :(And i'll proofread it later, I'm dead Taehyung feels something is wrong. Maybe it’s the way Yoongi stares at him, maybe it’s the way they all stare at him. Taehyung feels the atmosphere become heavier, as Jungkook approaches him with a bowl full of cookies. Looks like a nice gesture, but the boy knows it’s not. It’s far from nice.The smile Jungkook has plastered on his lips could have him play in a horror movie.“Taetae, my lovely hyung. We were trying to feed you to get you nice and healthy, but what do you do? You vomit it in front of the cameras. Not cool.”Taehyung wants to say something, but he feels that whatever word comes out of his mouth will be a reason to be punished. Seokjin looks the most disappointed of all, and it hurts. Jungkook places the plate in front of the sitting boy. Yeah, to mention, they’re all standing in front of him, making him feel even smaller.“Here. Eat.”There are at least thirty cookies waiting to be eaten, and they all know (of course) that Taehyung can’t it that much at once. Nobody can. Taehyung takes one anyway, eats it while watching them all. Yoongi has that cold glare that makes Taehyung want to hide. He promised a punishment if he messed up again.“If you eat it all, then you’re safe of any consequences for what you did earlier!”Jimin claps in his hands, like he’s happy about not punishing Taehyung. Jimin is the worse, he’s all big movements and big smiles, and stabs and falls. He’s a demon. He will find something to make Taehyung lose the game. He actually surely wants to see Taehyung throw up.Hoseok comes to sit next to Taehyung, taking the biscuits one by one and literally stuffing them deep in Taehyung’s mouth, not leaving him time to chew anything. He feels like a goose being fattened to be eaten. They won’t eat him, right? Well, not really.Namjoon doesn’t say much, just observes, makes sure no crumbles are left behind.   After twenty cookies eaten, Taehyung feels like he’s going to explode. The fat, the sugar and all the chocolate (because those are triple chocolate cookies, of course) weight on his stomach, makes him want to puke, or at least free some of the weight by maybe going to the toilets?“I’m sorry but…can I go to the toilets?”They all look at him as if he asked to have a unicorn, Seokjin shaking his head.“Look how ungrateful he’s being again.”Taehyung gasps, he didn’t want to be ungrateful.“No! I…I thought…”“Shut it, you’re not going anywhere.”Taehyung whines, he feels so full, needs to get a way to feel less heavy. The idea of putting his fingers deep in his throat and trigger his gag reflex is becoming stronger and stronger and fuck the consequences. It can’t be worse than feeling that bad. But maybe he thinks too loudly, because he feels his hands being held down, Hoseok glaring.“Don’t even think about it.”While Hoseok holds him down, Jimin skips happily, putting (forcing) the last ten cookies deep in Taehyung’s mouth. He almost chokes from it.“Good boy Tae!”But Tae doesn’t feel good at all, he feels heavy, his stomach hurts and he wants to throw the too much out of his body. He looks at them with glossy eyes, pouting. Hoseok finally lets go of his hands and he looks down, maybe to hide his thinking, because they’re not that strong in reading him, are they?“We have dance practice soon.”Namjoon’s voice, as normal as it sounds, has the effect of a bomb for Taehyung’s brain. Dance practice? No.“Come on Tae, you don’t want to be left behind when it comes to the real performance, right?”Hoseok has reached a hand out to the boy, waiting for him to take it.“But I…”“Still being a brat? God, do we need to gag you, so you stop complaining?”Taehyung shakes his head at Seokjin’s threat, hurryingly grabbing Hoseok’s hand. He hears a “good boy” coming from somewhere, and it makes his heart melt somewhere in between the pain and the fullness he’s feeling.    Dancing while feeling so full, unable to go to the toilet, is the worse sensation ever. He can’t leave discreetly because there’s always someone keeping an eye on him, and he feels more like a prisoner. Jimin is in charge of the songs, and he keeps putting songs that have them jumping up and down. He’s been playing Idol for the past hour. Great song, really, but it has his stomach shaking.Taehyung stops, earning a yell from Yoongi, telling him to start over again. They slowly started to all sit down, watching the boy suffer alone. Jimin even nags the poor boy, complaining of how much he needs to go to the toilet after drinking a whole bottle, and actually going, winking at him. Taehyung whines, stomping his foot on the ground.“Drop the attitude, you know what will happen. Again.”Namjoon’s voice is cold, unquestioning, and Taehyung feels cold sweat dribble down his spine. He can stop it all, of course, they’re not that cruel. He just doesn’t want to.   It takes three more full choreography for Taehyung to finally give up, or at least try to. When he falls on his knees, feeling nauseous waves wreck his body, Jungkook comes behind him, circling his hands around his body, one on his stomach, one covering his lips.“Try to let it all out and you’ll have to swallow again.”The voice is menacing, but Taehyung can’t keep the vomit from wanting to flow out of his mouth. The reeking liquid running in between Jungkook’s fingers, making them wet, making Jungkook moan. He moans, and it goes straight to Taehyung’s dick. He feels better, feels hot, knows he will be punished. Jimin sighs, coming closer to the vomiting boy, taking Jungkook’s hand away from the source and forcing his own fingers inside the dirty mouth.“You really have no shame. Puking on Jungkook’s fingers like this.”Jimin’s fingers deep in his throat make it harder for Taehyung to control his body. A new wave comes, covering Jimin’s hand in the same liquid as earlier. It’s a bit brown, due to the number of cookies he ate, but the smell isn’t any better.“God, really? You like throwing on our hands? Hm? Makes your pathetic little cock all hard?” Taehyung finds a way to whimper around Jimin’s fingers, sucking on them. The taste is hideous, but it doesn’t stop him. Jungkook unbuckles the boy’s jeans, taking the erected cock out of its confinement.“Look at that, he enjoys it so much!”Jungkook laughs, as Jimin pushes his fingers deeper, pulling on the boy’s uvula, forcing more and more vomit out of the trembling boy. His hand is totally wet, and he uses it to stroke Taehyung’s erection. Taehyung moans, coughing, he feels so good, so empty now. He sees Yoongi leave the room from the corner of his eyes and wonders where he went. For a second. Then Jimin stroking the head of his cock and diving his nail inside the boy’s slit has him forget whatever he was thinking about.“J-Jimin…”“Shut up, your breath stinks.”Seokjin and Namjoon are just watching their baby being pleasured, not seeming that much affected by all of it.Hoseok on the other side has a hand in his pants, lazily stroking his growing erection. Yoongi comes back with a bag of chips and a bottle of orange juice. Oh. Filling him up again? Taehyung whines, mouth hanging open even before Yoongi made his way to the kneeling boy.“Good boy, you’re gonna eat it all, right?”Taehyung nods and Yoongi kneels in front of him, feeding him the chips from the bag and smiling lovingly at him. The boy feels good, so good.“But remember, sweet boy. It’s a punishment.”Taehyung frowns. He doesn’t quite get it. It feels good, doesn’t feel like much of a punishment. Yoongi laughs, and when the bag of chips is finished, he forces him to drink. Taehyung is soon feeling nauseous again, the result of not letting his body recover from the last wave, but what he doesn’t expect, is to have a ball gag stuffed in his mouth. One without holes or whatsoever, so if he ever throws up, he’ll have to swallow it again. He looks at Yoongi with wide eyes, but the man just acts innocent, pointing at Jungkook. The young boy has his head laid on Taehyung’s shoulder, hands playing with the sub’s cock. Jimin has left, Taehyung has no idea when, and now he’s making out with Hoseok somewhere near the mirrors.“Isn’t it a good idea, hyung? So, if you ever feel like throwing up, you can! But you won’t waste anything.”Jungkook’s voice is way to calm for it to be normal, and Taehyung finds it unfair, that they all seem so unaffected by his situation. He’s covered in vomit but Jungkook still turns his head in his direction and licks around the boy’s mouth, roughly cleaning him up. The gag keeps him from really kissing, but that’s enough to make Taehyung’s hips buck up, in search of whatever friction anybody would accept to give him. Yoongi just holds him down, slapping his thigh over the rough fabric of the jeans.“Stop it.”Taehyung whines louder, trying to look at Yoongi with the angriest glare he can.“Don’t glare at me, you put yourself in this situation alone. Stand up now.”Taehyung stays down, crossing his arms. He can be a real kid when he wants to. But he should know, by now, that this act doesn’t work with Yoongi. Could actually work with Hoseok. Yoongi just grabs a fist of Taehyung’s hair and pulls hard, making the boy wail.“I said up.”Taehyung is forced to stand on his feet. He massages his scalp once standing, looking at Yoongi with those puppy eyes that nobody can resist. Yoongi smiles a bit and pulls the boy’s pants down, letting them pool at his ankles. Taehyung steps out of them, pushing them away with a kick.Jungkook is now sitting on Namjoon’s lap and Jimin came back with Hoseok. They keep leaving and coming and Taehyung doesn’t even notice it. He’s just lost in Yoongi’s cold eyes. Jimin comes behind, yanking his briefs down and making Taehyung jump in surprise. Jimin just laughs.“Cute boy.”Jimin whispers in his ear, and Taehyung wants to smile around the gag. He just hums happily. Jimin’s hand end up on his erection, not really stroking it, just leaving feather touches. It’s frustrating.“I want to fuck you. I want to use your filthy vomit as lube and fuck you.”Taehyung whines, nodding fast. He can take the gag out, if he wants. Of course, he can, he’s not attached. But it would result in a worse punishment. The actual punishment hasn’t even started yet.Taehyung wonders for a short time what kind of punishment they came up with, before being suddenly thrown on the ground, right in the middle of the puddle of vomit. His hands land right in it, making him almost slip down face first. But Yoongi is nice enough to hold him by the hair. He must have something with his hair, Taehyung thinks. Else he wouldn’t be pulling that much on them.“Jungkook, can I take the gag out?”“Wh-why do you…why do you ask me?”Jimin looks up, wondering what the cause of the stuttering is. Oh. Namjoon is ball deep in the young man, that explains a lot of things. For example, the whines he kept hearing that didn’t belong to Taehyung.“Having fun other there?”“He takes it so good, Yoongs.”They all know how Jungkook falls in that submissive headspace whenever he sees Taehyung being used, and they all know he always goes to Namjoon or Seokjin, or both, when that happens. Yoongi finds it cute, and Taehyung would to if he was able to think. Now his mind is full of “Jimin’s going to fuck me” and he resembles a doll more than anything else.Hoseok is something else. What you would call a voyeur. He’d be able to come untouched just by watching Taehyung being fucked hard by the other members. He doesn’t participate actively that much. It happened, one or two times, where he ended up deep inside the boy’s hole, but it’s not something he enjoys more than that. Don’t take it wrong, he adores his baby, adores feeling him clench around his dick. But he does it more when he’s clean and doesn’t reek like a forgotten trash can.“Hands and knees, baby boy.”Jimin’s voice is angelic. He shouldn’t sound that innocent when he’s totally dominating the situation. Taehyung straightens himself, feeling Jimin behind him. He tries to ignore the set sensation under his palms and knees but fails. It’s not ignorable. Even by closing his eyes he can smell it, and it’s becoming worse every passing second.“Yoongi, can you open the window?”Taehyung is grateful that Jimin can read his mind, because it’s all he needed.Yoongi hums, fulfilling his duty and coming back a second later. Yoongi is a quite harsh dominant, likes to be listened to, and Taehyung knows it. But he knows that every dominant has a submissive part and he knows exactly who triggers it. For Jungkook, it’s Seokjin and Namjoon…he ignores if the two have any subspace in them, but he’ll find out soon enough. For Yoongi, it’s Hoseok, and for Jimin, it’s Yoongi or Jungkook. That information seems quite useless, but Taehyung just noticed it, because Jimin keeps asking them, or looking at them before starting whatsoever, and he’s seen how Yoongi looks at Hoseok, like asking for permission. Oh, and he has no idea if Hoseok has even once heard of the word submission. The guy’s dominant side is so thick.Well, back to the actual scene. Jimin is pressed behind Taehyung, rough fabric rubbing against the sensitive skin, making Taehyung jerk away. He just can’t. Jimin is strong.“Stop moving.”Yoongi holds Taehyung’s chin up, forcing him to look at him.“If I take the gag out, will you keep whatever substance inside your body?”Taehyung nods, eyes shining with unshed tears and body covered in sweat. He’s beautiful. He’s always so stunning, even covered in vomit, even after having been fucked out of his mind. Still so, so beautiful. They’re all in love with the boy, will give their lives for him to feel good. They know he feels good. Just look at him, hard and leaking, trying to get friction but getting away at the same time. And he has a safeword anyway. He knows it. They’d stop everything if he used it. That’s why he’s so confident, lets them use him like a toy.He can feel Jimin circle his rim with the head of his dick, whimpers around the gag before it’s taken out fast by skilful hands, and replaced by a hard cock, slowly dragging inside his hot mouth. Yoongi is a tease. He knows that if he goes to hard, Taehyung will puke on him, because he’s been trained like that. He knows it perfectly, but he still forbids it to the boy.“Taking it from both ends? You really look like a slut, Tae.”Taehyung tries to look at Hoseok, but he can’t, because the human eyes aren’t made to go this far. But he hears the mock in his voice, and it makes his body shake in pleasure. He likes being degraded.But what he can actually do, is look at Jungkook being ruined by his lovely hyungs, turning into a moaning mess, and surely totally forgetting about him. It doesn’t bother Taehyung, to be forgotten. He’s actually enjoying it. Jungkook looks so out of it, head laid back on Namjoon’s shoulder, Seokjin between his thighs, deepthroating the poor sensitive boy, making him trash in every direction. Jungkook looks so cute like that. How can Taehyung think of that while being pounded by Jimin?“You’re so fat, I can grab you and make you stay…feels so good.”Taehyung moans around Yoongi’s cock, making it hard for the man to take a hold of himself. He wants to thrust inside, wants to make the boy regurgitate whatever he has. He will.Taehyung hears Hoseok walk, thinks it’s Hoseok because the rest are either sitting down, either moaning loudly. So Hoseok is the only one doing nothing. Voyeur, again.“You look all so good, like that. What about I film it all? Kookie, would you lend me your camera?”Jungkook opens his eyes, looking lost, like he forgot what his name was. He needs a few seconds for the words to make sense in his head before he’s nodding, stuttering a “yes of course” quickly turning into high-pitched moans. He came twice already, but they won’t stop.“Thanks!”Hoseok is impressive. He can hide the fact that he’s excited, because his voice never shakes, and because he looks totally fine. Jimin would look totally fine to if he wasn’t ball deep inside Taehyung. Hoseok leaves the room, going on his quest to find the camera, and comes back a few minutes later. He knows they’ll last long, because he knows Taehyung is going to actually vomit on Yoongi’s cock. He’s seen the man thrust hard inside the drooling mouth, and Taehyung’s stomach clench hard. He turns the camera on, first turning it to Jungkook. He feels like a real movie producer.“Kookie, look here!”Jungkook’s gaze is unfocused, he has fingers deep inside his mouth, and he’s sucking on them for dear life. He likes having his mouth full, and Namjoon fingers are so long, reach parts on his mouth that have him trembling.  “You look so cute.”Hoseok actually coos over the youngest, like he’s not being fucked dumb. He really enjoys it, because his dick is twitching. He turns the camera to the second trio, looking at them all, having the time of their lives. Really, it’s the best place to be, walking around and acting like he’s turning scenes for a porn. He approaches Yoongi, camera still pointed on Taehyung swallowing around his cock, and murmurs in his ear.“Yoongs, come one, we want to see him vomit, don’t we?”Yoongi hums, automatically leaning back on Hoseok’s body. He shoves his dick harder inside Taehyung’s mouth, making the boy gag. And finally, Taehyung heaves hard, vomit flowing out of his mouth. It feels hot against Yoongi’s cock and it has him coming deep inside Taehyung’s throat.“Good boy.”Yoongi and Taehyung ignore who the words where meant to, but they smile happily anyway. Jimin is next to come, deep inside Taehyung, and pulling out to lay down on the floor. They all could use a shower right now and clean the room.Jungkook comes inside Jin’s mouth for the third…fourth time? He’s out of his mind, crying because of overstimulation, and trying to get as close as Namjoon as possible. He’s so vulnerable in this headspace. Namjoon is quick to reassure him, tell him how good he was.Hoseok couldn’t be happier. He didn’t get to actually come, but he has an idea of who he could use.   After everything was cleaned and after having showered, they all head home. Taehyung forgot about punishment…it wasn’t that bad, was it? Why does he feel like it’s going to turn really, really unpleasant? They’re all too nice. That’s it. They all take care of him, clean him, kiss him, and it’s not normal. Not when he can see Hoseok is still aroused, not when Yoongi is looking at him like that. Something’s off.It’s quite quick to come into view. The cockring. The vibrator. Ah. So, that is the punishment. After tiring him out, they plan on doing…whatever? What’s the plan this time? It’s already night time.   “I’m going to sleep, I’m so, so tired.”Jungkook says, going to his room. Taehyung looks at them slowly parting and hears door after door being closed. Just he, Yoongi and Hoseok are left. Why is he afraid?“So. Little Taehyung. Let’s come to the real part. You must be tired, let us tuck you in.”Taehyung eyes them suspiciously, because he knows something will come. Yoongi’s still holding the objects, hasn’t let go of them since they came back home.“Come on.”They go to his room, and he’s told to undress and lay down in the bed. The covers are folded at one corner of the bed, and he looks at them with a frown. Yoongi comes closer, and finally, it clicks in his mind. They’re going to make him sleep with a vibrator up his ass? And a cockring? Sleep? They did it once, and he had the worse night of his life. He felt so, so aroused but was unable to come, and he ended up begging Jungkook to help him. He shakes his head, whining loudly.“No! Not during the night!”Yoongi ignores him and spreads his legs, Hoseok holding his arms and upper body down to keep him from getting away. Taehyung sobs, trashing under Hoseok’s weight. He doesn’t want to be controlled that much.“It’s a controlled vibrator, don’t worry.”“It’ll be off.”Liar. He knows Yoongi wakes up every now and then, know he will be in charge of the remote, knows he’s going to be waked up by the sensation in the middle of the night. They’re mean!Yoongi is quick to shove his fingers inside Taehyung’s still gaping hole, and is fast to find his prostate, bringing him to full hardness in less that a minute. He’s so sensitive. Hoseok kisses him, tongue licking at his lips, at his own tongue and sucking on the muscle. Taehyung moans, finally relaxing. It feels good to be taken care of, honestly, even if the good things will turn bad in a few hours.The plug is placed deep inside Taehyung’s body, and turned on. Of course. The cockring is placed where it belongs too, and Taehyung is told to stay still, as if it’s the easiest thing to do. They both leave the room after having covered the boy, knowing it’s useless because he’s going to be too hot.“Sleep tight!”“Fuck you!”Hoseok smiles, and Yoongi shakes the remote, playing with the buttons. Taehyung moans, gripping the covers.“Language. And you know what will happen if you take it off.”The device is turned off, and the door is closed.   A buzzing sound wakes Taehyung up in the middle of the night, and his groggy mind doesn’t directly catch the source of it, until he can feel his dick throb, precum oozing out of the slit. Right. Yoongi woke up. He can hear him in the corridors, surely heading to his studios. It’s bad news, because as long as he is awake, the device is going to stay on. And oh, he can’t moan, because it would wake them up. He sighs, trying not to do anything. Trying hard to keep his hands to himself. He needs someone, something, friction, anything. The cushion seems to be a great partner, because not a second later, he’s grinding on it, stifling his moans inside the covers. It feels so, so good. So…“Taehyung.”Shit. He turns around, only to find Yoongi, a disappointed look on his face, and the remote in his hand. Shit.“I-I’m sorry!”“Turn around.”Taehyung does just that, looking at the older with pleading eyes.“You really can’t just obey, right? We always need to punish you harder. It’s a shame, really. Hands up.”Taehyung listens, and he’s soon cuffed to the bed, unable to turn on his stomach to grind on anything. All he can do is moan and beg and being met with a wall. Yoongi is unshakable, when he decides something, he does it. He grabs the boy’s chin, tilting it up.“Color, baby?”“G-Green…”“If you ever want to stop, what do you do?”“I…I say…r-red or…or call your name three times.”“I’ll always have the baby phone in front of me, so I can see when you speak.”Yup. A babyphone. Not because Yoongi won’t hear…well, yes, with his headset and music, he’ll probably not hear anything. There’s the point. But even without it, there are five people in the house that would happily come to help him, whenever he feels too overwhelmed.“I’ll be back in half an hour.”Taehyung nods, sighing. He tries to get back to sleep. Trying is what he does best today and failing is the logical result. How can he sleep when his walls are creating more and more slick, when his cock is literally drowning in precum, and when he just wants someone to touch him? Thirty minutes? Is it even possible? He can’t come, right. He’s going to feel so, so full.He makes it for the first ten minutes, but then the thing becomes harder, and he’s pulling on his restrains, calling whoever’s name comes. It goes from Hoseok to Jimin, to Jungkook, to Hoseok again. He moans it, not sure they can hear it but trying anyway. He’s actually glad when the door slams open and a very, very angry Jimin stands at the frame.“Taehyung, I swear to god. I was sleeping.”Taehyung is not even sorry, he just moans louder, wriggles on his spot, legs spread wide.“F-fuck me…Fuck Taehyungie…p-please…” __ Yoongi knew it was a good idea, to just listen to his baby lose control. Hoseok came with him, of course, as the big voyeur he is. Yoongi is actually sitting on his lap, thighs parted as Hoseok’s hand wanders around, stroking every little piece of skin it can reach. His naked. Hoseok is fully clothed. It gives an idea of who’s the one controlling the situation.“Oh, hear that, Jimin came in.”Yoongi nods, nibbling at Hoseok’s neck, kissing it. __Jimin comes closer to the bed, climbing on it. His tiredness long forgotten after seeing Taehyung’s state. He wants to fuck the boy so, so bad, but wants to leave him alone too. Maybe just fuck him with the toy? Oh, great idea.“I’m going to fuck you, baby, don’t worry. It’s going to feel so good.”Taehyung moans, thrusting his hips up.“Well…I’m going to fuck myself on your pathetic dick and fuck the toy inside of you. Hm?”Taehyung’s face falls. No. He can’t. He cant’s because he’s going to keep the cockring around and it’s going to be too much. He can, because he’s a demon. Jimin is a cruel demon, that’s it.Jimin undresses, ending up naked on the bed and approaching the moaning mess that is Taehyung now that he knows what Jimin plans. He’s kissed silent, Jimin’s plush lips feeling so soft against his dry, bitten to blood ones. He feels so loved by his friend, so loved by all of them. He closes his eyes, a dry orgasm wrecking his body. Oh, yeah, he forgot to count them. He’s so tired.“Once I’m done, I’ll take it all off, alright?”Still reassuring the boy even when submitting him, it’s Taehyung’s favorite part. He nods sleepily.Jimin prepares himself, but Taehyung is too caught up in his own pleasure to witness anything. He can just vaguely hear Jimin moan, vaguely see him go down on his cock. He feels it more, the tight heat, and the vibrator being pull out and shoved back in, making his hips stutter and cock twitch. Jimin sighs, content. He’s as submissive as he is dominant, but the control always stays in his hands. Jimin is the best when it comes to making Taehyung cry. Nobody can make him wail like he does. __ Yoongi is moaning, Hoseok’s fingers deep inside his ass. He has four already, deep inside, scratching lightly at Yoongi’s prostate, making the boy quiver. The sample he was working on playing in loop inside the studio. Hoseok keeps saying how he wants to wreck him, and Yoongi keeps begging for something. Even he’s not quite sure what. He’s just sitting on Hoseok’s lap, facing the man, bouncing on his fingers.“Can I add the last?”Yoongi babbles an answer, something like “please Hoseok” or whatever he calls him at moments like that. Hoseok smiles, he looks so happy, so in love right now. He would surely be jealous if Yoongi acted like that with anyone else. Submissive Yoongi is only for him to see.The fifth finger is in faster than what he thought, and Yoongi has drool running out of his mouth. He looks like a real mess, but a smiling mess.“F-feels…good…H-More…”Hoseok closes his fist, feels Yoongi’s body tremble with his high-pitched moans, is glad the room is soundproofed.“You’re so pretty, Yoongs, so, so pretty for me.”Yoongi moans, circling his hips on Hoseok’s arm, trying to get it deeper. He’s so far gone, so submissive under Hoseok’s touch. The boy knows exactly where to touch to turn the cold man into a puddle of love and submission. Fisting is part of it. Yoongi loves it. Secretly. They all know they are close, but nobody knows, or should know, how close they actually are. Because they all are close in a certain way. The only one showing his submissive side being Jungkook. Yoongi isn’t ready for that, simply. And they all respect it. He’s fast to come, Hoseok following right after. He really just needs to look at Yoongi. Hoseok’s clothes are ruined with both their loads, drool is dripping on Yoongi's own lower stomach. Hoseok takes his hand out, smiling softly at Yoongi. They vaguely hear Jimin coming too, as if they were connected in a certain way. __ “Shh, baby, it’s done. You did so great, were so good for us.”Taehyung is crying hard, overwhelmed by this all day of submission, and Jimin is holding him close, stroking his hair and kissing his face. The ring and the plug have been taken out and his entire body jerked with the force of his orgasm as Jimin barely touched him. It made Jimin laugh and Taehyung start crying, his sensitive mindset taking the laugh for mockery. But Jimin, who would he be if he didn’t know how to comfort the poor boy?“Let’s sleep together, alright?”Taehyung nods, and the vibrator stops, which means Yoongi is hear too.“’Gi…”“And Yoongi? You want to sleep with us two?”Taehyung nods again, looking at the opened door and seeing Yoongi, hand in hand with Hoseok. He smiles, making grabby hands at the couple.“Hi baby, how are you?”“Sleep…”“Of course, baby, let’s sleep.”They all undress and go lay down in the bed, circling Taehyung from every side. He couldn’t be happier. Not when they all kiss him goodnight. It’s the best day ever.The other three join a bit later, woken up by all the noises. Taehyung opens an eye, smiling at them like they mean the world to him. They do.

I don't know. I'm tired. Hope you enjoyed.

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Dear "insert name of hater", I fucking KNOW it's illegal, thanks a lot, like I know bestiality and incest and almost everything I write is illegal, but it is the act that is illegal. Writing about murder doesn't make you a fucking murderer so please, before writing, don't. :) This fic contains "faunlet aesthetic"/ pedophilia. Don't do this. Don't.

If it triggers you, don't read. That's it. Stop reading to tell me how what I write is wrong, I know, thanks a lot for your concern.

It’s not something he had planned. Really. He didn’t want to end up drooling on his neighbour’s silhouette. But see, the boy keeps teasing, be it willingly or not. His entire features are teasing, and it drives the writer crazy. Namjoon has this habit of sitting in front of his window, with a perfect view over his neighbor's one. He guesses it’s his room, because he’s always there, playing on his computer the whole day when he’s not going to school. Namjoon can guess which games he’s playing because he can literally hear it. The boy never closes the window and always has his music and audios blasting in the small space. It doesn’t help Namjoon concentrate, and he often gives up on what he’s writing just to observe the younger. The younger usually sees him, waves at him with that big smile and Namjoon feels like he’s acting like a teenager when he feels blush creep up his cheeks. Damn cold weather.   One day, as he’s, like always, sitting on his table and trying to write anything other than “god look at the neighbour’s ass”, he hears a voice calling him. He lifts his head up only to see the boy wave at him. He’s not wearing much. He’s not. Calm down Namjoon.“I wanted to know if you have uh…sugar? My mom needs it?”“Why don’t you ask your actual neighbors?”“I’ve never seen them? I see you every day.”He got a point. But does he have sugar? Probably.“Wait, I’ll bring it to you.”The younger smiles, and Namjoon can hear him tell his mom, and it’s soft. He never heard of any father in this family, wonders what happened, but then, it’s not his business so he just shrugs it off.Once the sugar pack is grabbed (thanks god he had one) he leaves his apartment to go and bring the pack to his neighbor. Said one is already waiting downstairs. Really cute gesture. The door is wide open, and he enters, wanting to give the young boy what he asked for. But the boy just starts climbing the stairs and Namjoon has to follow. Once they’re up, the other turns around, starts whispering for no reason.“I told my mom you were a writer, and she wants to meet you! She loves writing and she needs advice!”“So…the sugar wasn’t needed?”“Uhm…no?”Namjoon laughs softly and it has the kid scratch at his neck, embarrassed. Namjoon just strokes the blonde hair, reassuring him that it’s not that bad. His hair is soft. So, so soft. He could spend hours just playing with it. The door opens and he suddenly pulls his hand to himself. He hopes he doesn’t look guilty. He does probably, but the woman standing at the frame doesn’t seem to take the gesture for unwelcomed. She probably thinks he’s just being protective. Is it really that?“Come in, I’m sorry my son made you come here, he’s a clever boy.”Indeed.“Don’t worry, I’m happy if I can help with anything.”“I don’t know how to pay this back to you mister…”“Namjoon, just call me Namjoon.”“I’m Yoongi!”Namjoon turns his head in the direction of the voice, smiling big when he’s met with the boy. It’s true they have never known each other’s names.“Hi Yoongi, nice to finally meet you.”“Sweetheart, can you please leave us for a moment?”Yoongi hums, running to his room.“So, my name is Dayeon, I hope I can improve myself in my writing skills.”Namjoon is the one to hum this time. He’ll find a way to get to Yoongi, may it take days.   It’s at the end of the first week that things drastically change. It’s not a question of improving or anything. Yoongi’s mother (he forgot his name, keeps calling her madam to not sound suspect) has asked him to keep an eye on her son because she has some…what was it? Shopping day planned with her friends. Great, Namjoon accepts almost too eagerly, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Would she even notice if he had a hand up her son’s butt? Or is she too amazed by the fact that he’s a writer? He’s ok with that.The door closing is the start of a whole new part of whatever this was supposed to be.“Namjoon-hyung, can we play games?”“Don’t you play them the whole day?”“I want to show you some! They’re really cool!”“Alright then.”They go to Yoongi’s room. It looks like any teenager room, with posters of unknown artists and a TV, an unmade bed and a bunch of things that aren’t supposed to lay on this ground. He ignores the mess, what does it change?“So uhm…I have car games, or action games!”“Action? I’m not really good at those games.”“Then let’s play car games!”He’s always so enthusiastic when he’s speaking, and it has Namjoon melting in a puddle of love, or whatever good emotion goes well. Attraction goes well to. The boy is attractive, and he acts as if he doesn’t know, and it’s frustrating.They end up sitting down on the floor, on the quite comfortable carpet, and Yoongi hands a controller to Namjoon. He played games, as a kid, but since he writes he doesn’t have enough time for that.After a moment of playing and screams, and revenges, they just stop, fall back on the ground and start laughing. It looks too much like some normal family picture.“Where’s your dad?”He knows the question is dangerous, knows the boy could just run out of the room and refuse to talk to him, or he could do the opposite, and let another barrier down.“He…He left us? When I was really, really young. Mama said he didn’t want a kid, so he abandoned us.”“Oh, I’m really sorry.”“It’s not your fault hyung! You’re really a nice man, mama says it too.”“Am I?”“Yup! Mama say you can keep an eye on me for other times too, or I can come visit you? Can I?”Namjoon laughs, wants to dance in victory. His mother helped without knowing, but thanks anyway.   He waits a few more weeks before starting anything. Wants to be totally trusted by the small family. The mom gives him money for the help he provides, but he always gives it back, hiding it in the boy’s room or giving it straight to him, telling him to keep it as a secret.“Because we don’t want your mom to be disappointed, do we?”And the boy shakes his head. The secret keeping, and all that manipulation, it’s just a way for Namjoon to control the situation. If Yoongi doesn’t tell about money, would he tell about sexual intercourse? And all fathers do that with their sons.“Really?”“Of course.”It’s a month after his first visit. They’re laying down on the bed, Yoongi’s totally laying over him, but he doesn’t mind. He says it’s comfortable and helps him relax. They’re just talking, and Namjoon’s hand is stroking the young boy’s back, slowly going down to his round ass. Yoongi doesn’t react much, because Namjoon said it was normal, so, as Namjoon is an adult, he should believe him, right?Namjoon doesn’t go too fast, doesn’t want to scare the kid, but he has his hands under Yoongi’s sweat pants and boxer in about ten minutes, and the boy let’s a surprised gasp out, gripping at Namjoon’s shirt.“Shh, it’s alright.”Yoongi whimpers, trying to move away, but he’s smaller anyway, and he doesn’t go that far before a knee comes in between his legs, stroking at his crotch. He knows what sex is, of course he knows, he’s seen it in movies, even if it was just suggested. And his mom never told him anything about that. It’s not the best mom, but he loves her.“Does it feel good?”Yoongi nods hesitantly. He can feel something warm pooling in his stomach, like a thick heat, but he has no idea what this is. He just knows it comes from the friction.Namjoon couldn’t be happier, the boy is so pliant in his arms, head lolling down, drool falling from his opened mouth. A real piece of art. He rubs his knee harder until the boy is bashfully moaning, straight in his ear, and it has Namjoon’s cock twitch. It shouldn’t? Well guess what, he doesn’t care.Yoongi whimpers a lot, the sound pretty in Namjoon’s ears, and very helpful when it comes to bringing him to full hardness. Namjoon sighs, finally stopping his movements. He carries the kid away from him, sitting him down on the bed.“Remember, your mom wouldn’t understand, so what do we do?”“Not tell a word, not act suspect, it’s our little secret!”“Good boy.”Yoongi looks pleased by the praise, a blush making its way up from his neck to his cheeks. He looks so pure, so beautiful.“I’m going to undress you, alright?”He doesn’t wait an answer, starts already pulling on the pants and boxer, and asks him to lift his arms. Yoongi just does it, doesn’t question the legality of all of this. Hell, he doesn’t even know what’s legal or not. And he trusts Namjoon, the man would never hurt him.Once his naked, he feels eyes on him, and his first reflex is to cover himself. But it doesn’t work like that, and soon, two big hands are pulling his arms away from his body, and he’s being laid down as easily as if he were some doll. Yoongi looks up innocently, his blonde fringe tickling his forehead and going in his eyes. He would need a haircut soon.Namjoon looks at the kid, smiles down at him before taking his own shirt out of the way. Yoongi looks down, then up, eyebrows frowned.“You’re going to…be naked too?”“Of course, but don’t worry, all daddies do that to their sons.”Yoongi had started to call him daddy about two weeks ago, and his mother had just accepted it like it was nothing. For Namjoon, it was perfect. How can a mother be so irresponsible? He can’t say, but she’s helping in more ways than one. With her never being there, her using Namjoon as a babysitter because she doesn’t want to take care of her son anymore. Must go through some teenage crisis or whatever, and she can’t take it anymore. Namjoon doesn’t know, doesn’t care. All he cares of now is the body laying under him, all obedient and pliant, and doing everything he tells.“You want to be a good boy for daddy, don’t you?”“Yes.”“Say it.”“I want to be a good boy for daddy!”The way he says it, so happy, so careless, it does something to Namjoon, something that shouldn’t happen if we believe the rules of society. It’s Yoongi’s fault anyway, the boy has been teasing him for months. He deserves it all. Namjoon sighs, spreads the boy’s legs with one hand, wanders his hand all over the boy’s thighs, making him shudder. Yoongi looks at him with curiosity in his eyes, probably wondering what comes next.“Relax, baby.”Yoongi nods, laying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling.“It might hurt a little, but don’t worry, it’s gonna feel good.”Yoongi should probably start to worry at that exact moment, but he just nods again, totally trusting the older man. His mom never told him about any predators, or she pictured them as gross and ugly, and Namjoon, well, he’s well behaved and pretty hot, when Yoongi looks at him, so he can’t be a predator.Yoongi jolts a bit when the first finger breaches in, slick with spit. It’s weird, doesn’t really hurt but feels a bit wrong, like nothing is supposed to go in here. He squirms a bit only to be held down by a hand on his chest, hand that starts playing with his nipples, tearing moans out of his mouth. He covers them with his mouth, flushing red because of embarrassment, but Namjoon is kind enough to tell him it’s pretty, how he reacts. He doesn’t worry about mom coming home, he knows she’s sleeping with friends, whoever it might be.“I’m going to add a second, hm?”Yoongi hums, wincing when the second finger enters him. He feels stretched already, and it starts to hurt a bit, but it doesn’t bug him more than that. He just thinks it’s the way thinks should be, because Namjoon said so. And he said it was going to feel good after, so he believes him.When the finger doesn’t hurt anymore, and actually starts drawing whines out of the laying boy, Namjoon adds a third without warning. It has the boy let out a pained wail. Namjoon kisses him silent, forces his tongue down the kid’s hot mouth. Yoongi whines, jerking on the bed and trying to get away, but he’s still weaker than Namjoon, and he gives up after a few seconds, pouting.“You look so cute like that, your hole swallowing my fingers. Pretty.”“Pretty for…for daddy?”“All pretty for daddy, baby. The prettiest boy.”Yoongi finds a way to smile through the pain, because he’s never been praised like this, and it feels good. Namjoon moves his fingers faster, trying to find the boy’s sweet spot, and smiling when he finds it. Yoongi’s entire body tenses, and he opens his eyes wide, looking at Namjoon and silently asking what happened.“The human body is magic, right?”Yoongi nods, unsure, but if Namjoon says so. The fingers come out and Yoongi whines, finding the sudden emptiness even weirder than the fullness he felt earlier.“Don’t worry baby, it’s not finished.”Yoongi doesn’t know if he worries, doesn’t even know how to react when Namjoon sheds the rest of his clothes, penis hanging heavy between his thighs. It scares the kid a bit, because he’s not sure what’s supposed to happen from now on.“What are you going to do?”“Make you feel good, baby.”Yoongi hums, feels like he can trust the man, because he’s been nice, and like he thinks, he’s not going to hurt him. He couldn’t. He feels the head of Namjoon’s dick on his rim, slowly breaching in. It feels…weird, again. Hurts a lot, it was to be expected, but Yoongi makes it through the pain with gritted teeth and closed eyes.On Namjoon’s side, it’s harder than what he thought, to keep a slow pace when all he wants is to pound inside the frail body. It makes the whole scene a whole lot arousing. Once he’s fully inside, he waits a bit, stroking Yoongi’s cheek lovingly. He’s surprised how easily he got him to do this. The kid is still so naïve, obeys like a little dog, doesn’t question anything. Maybe he does, but the answers seem to not label the thing their doing as wrong.He starts moving, his cock dragging against the tight walls, making Namjoon groan lowly and Yoongi moan a bit. It feels a bit odd to have something so big inside of him, but it doesn’t hurt as much anymore, and he thinks he can feel something pleasant come from the friction.Namjoon’s cock feels big inside of him, and he’s a bit afraid he’s going to be teared apart by the girth, but Namjoon is so careful, like he doesn’t want to break him. His mom never praised him that much, never told him he was a good boy, so he basks in the compliments, basks in Namjoon’s voice telling him how good he’s taking him, and moans every time he feels the dick brush at that sweet point. He has no idea what it is, but he knows it makes him feel all putty in the adult’s arms.“Wh-why does it feel s-so good?”“Because it’s meant to feel that way, sweet boy.”Yoongi whines high in his throat, gripping Namjoon’s shoulder when the pace speeds up and shakes his whole body like he’s just an object. He whines louder and louder, until another kiss swallows his voice and hands grab his hair. His head is yanked back, and he cries out because it hurts. He can’t do anything, he’s just to be used, to be loved in this odd way.Namjoon keeps whispering how good he is, how good his hole is taking him, how he was made for it, and even if Yoongi doesn’t quite understand how he can be made for anything like that, he still beams happily at every word, blushing all pretty for his hyung.It takes a few more thrusts for Namjoon to come to a stop, tightly hold the boy’s hips, and come inside the virgin hole. Does he feel any guilt from what he’s done? Probably would, if his mind wasn’t hazed with post-orgasm waves. It felt too good.Yoongi gasped when he felt the liquid gush inside his body, surprise by the warmness. He can’t say if it felt good, but it didn’t feel bad, so it’s ok, right? Must be. Namjoon is laying next to him, having pulled out while he was lost in his thoughts, and he can feel the liquid run down his hole and on the bed.“How did it feel?”“G-good?”“Want to try something else?”Yoongi nods, eyeing Namjoon.“Come here.”The boy approaches, sitting down on Namjoon’s naked lap, feeling the soft dick in between his ass cheeks. It’s normal, right. All fathers do that with their sons. Even if Namjoon isn’t really his father, he helped him more than his real one, so the rule works too. Namjoon grabs his hips and starts moving him on his slowly hardening dick. God, he couldn’t get enough of the young boy. He’d make him all loose and ready for anytime he’d like to fuck him deep and slow, make the boy moan high-pitched and have him just for him.“Who do you belong to, sweet boy?”“I b-belong to…to daddy…”“That’s my good boy.”Yoongi’s smile is blinding, and the sound he does when Namjoon enters him a second time is the most angelic he’s ever got to hear in his whole life. He was made for that.  Could have done more, probably, but as it's not a thing I'm used to write (not that I write about the rest a lot, but it's something that is almost on my hard limits) I just decided to stop here :) maybe i'll do something else later.

So, bye, love u much and thanks for reading I guess :(

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Oviposition, tentacle sex, mention of mpreg?
I write bc i'm bored but i end up being bored of writing :( it was a request i think? can't remember :((( “How good are you, Taehyung?”“Taetae is the best!”“Really?”Jimin’s voice is teasing, but Taehyung just nods harder. He’s naked on the bed, attached to the head of it by light blue ropes, because Jimin thought it looked pretty on his skin. He’s flushed and hard, already leaking, and they all just stand here, around the bed, waiting for him to lose it.“Really, really good!”“Hm…I’m not sure.”Taehyung whines when none of them make a move, and he starts wiggling his body to try and draw attention on the fact that he is waiting. But it doesn’t affect them at all, they even start speaking between them.“Someone touch Taetae!”“Is the baby making a fuss? Maybe we should leave you here and go eat something. I’m hungry.”“Eat Taetae!”“But sweetheart, if we eat you, who’s going to be here for us to love?”Taehyung blushes, looking away only to be met with Jungkook friendly smile. They’re not humans. He’s the only actual human here. They’re all some sort of aliens, and he thought he would be more scared than that when he discovered it but it’s alright. They never did bad things to him.He can see Jungkook’s tentacles coming from his crotch. He likes to play with them. Jungkook is so sensitive, and Taehyung loves to play around, hear the younger moan and threaten to fuck him with all tentacles at once. He feels so full every time.“Touch Taetae? Please?”“Was that so hard?”Taehyung pouts, realising that he just needed to say one word for them to finally come closer. Jimin is the first to approach the bed and straddle Taehyung’s lap, tentacles sliding over the boy’s chest to his mouth, forcing it open and gliding inside, forcing the boy’s mouth wide open. It’s a thick one, because Jimin loves it when Taehyung drools around the girth, whines because it’s too thick and hurts. It gets straight to his cocks.Hoseok on the other side, loves it thin, loves pushing his little flexible sticks inside Taehyung urethra, inside his nipples, seeing Taehyung wail around Jimin. It’s a pleasant view, and he doesn’t even need to be close to the boy, his tentacles always find the way.Jungkook is like Jimin, the two are kind of close, use to play with each other. He has his tentacles moving around Taehyung’s neck, chocking the poor boy until more and more saliva runs from his mouth and around Jimin’s tentacle. Poor Taehyung, surrounded by aliens, fucked dumb every time they want to use him.Yoongi looks soft but he’s the more vicious. He loves teasing. He’ll start with a small tentacle, push it along Hoseok’s one, enlarging the slit and putting Taehyung in that lovely subspace he falls in, where he begs to be hurt. And who is Yoongi to refuse? He sends more and more matter to his tentacle, making in grow to the side of a little finger, and as Taehyung wails, Hoseok becomes pliant too, because he loves it when Yoongi blocks his tentacle inside Taehyung’s dick. They make out as they’re tentacles slowly spasm, sending pain and pleasure inside Taehyung’s whole body.By that time, Namjoon starts approaching, tentacles already naturally slicked. He uses two of them to spread the boy’s legs, and sometimes lift him up the bed entirely, just to slide one of his biggest tentacles inside the awaiting hole. Taehyung usually starts jerking from that point, and Jungkook just tightens his hold on the boy’s neck, which cuts Taehyung’s capacity of breathing and calm him down instantly.  At that moment, Hoseok is so deep inside Taehyung urethra that he can feel his eggs push inside his biggest tentacle, asking to be place anywhere but on the floor. They all know, he needs Taehyung tight heat or else he won’t be satisfied. They all have different approaches about it. Jimin doesn’t really care where they end, it’s happened more than once that Taehyung ended up with eggs on his tongue and in his stomach. It’s weird, but he loves it. Namjoon pulls his tentacle out, Taehyung’s hole gaping from the sudden emptiness, but soon enough replaced by Hoseok. When he feels the first eggs being pushed inside, size of little beads, nothing amazingly big, he’s usually a moaning mess, trying to get free from his bonds just to touch whatever is under his fingers. Jimin is nice enough to slide a tentacle up the boy’s arms and push the tentacle resting in his mouth far enough to make the boy gag. Usually, Jungkook and Jimin start fighting at this point, challenging themselves about who can go the further without touching Taehyung’s gag reflex. The rule is, if Taehyung heaves, the loser has to leave the room. Dumb rule for dumb games, but it’s fun.Once Hoseok has laid his last eggs, making Taehyung’s stomach bulge with the amount, he pulls out, satisfied, and places his hands on the boy’s tummy, feeling his babies inside. It usually sends a spark of pleasure up his spine and has his tentacles produce more slick.By that time, Jungkook and Jimin have their mid-sized tentacle deep inside Taehyung’s wide opened mouth, and as the boy has tears running down his cheeks, he can feel Jimin start to lay his eggs inside his stomach. He feels them crossing his throat, creating a bulge and almost choking him before they end up in his body. Jimin is always loud, when laying eggs. The moans so pretty to hear.“You’re taking our eggs so, so well, baby…”Taehyung whines, mouth full, stomach full, from both sides, dick full. It’s too much. He knows there’s more to come, because Seokjin is still here, waiting for him to be wrecked before entering the game. But not now, he’s still able to think. Seokjin loves him dumb, loves him obedient, begging for his eggs.Once Jimin and Jungkook’s tentacles come out of the hot mouth, Yoongi takes the opportunity to slide another tentacle up the sub’s body, pushing it inside his mouth and playing around with his tongue. Taehyung is so pliant, sticking his tongue out, begging and whining, tiny little moans flowing from his mouth. So precious.“What do you want, Taehyung?”“Taetae wants…eggs, more…breed Taetae, make Taetae big with eggs p-please!”It goes straight to all of them, and who are they to say no, really, how can they say no anyway? Namjoon looks at Seokjin, the man finally approaching with lazy steps.“How about Seokjin and I fuck you at the same time?”Taehyung moans, nodding. They smile at him, at their precious little fucktoy, and as Yoongi fucks his urethra, they spread his legs again. Namjoon is the first to push a quite big tentacle inside the leaking hole, probably destroying Hoseok’s eggs, but they wouldn’t grow anyway, and Hoseok doesn’t do it to actually breed the human. It’s more instinctive than anything. Seokjin joins a few second later, stretching Taehyung’s hole and having the boy wail. Yoongi slides his tentacle in the boy’s mouth, shutting him up.“Look how good you’re taking them, hm? Such a good toy to play with, our good little slut.”Yoongi takes his other tentacle out of Taehyung dick, finally freeing Hoseok, who just topples back on the couch and pants, letting his tentacles circle his own arm to find friction. It’s not that he can’t last longer…well, Yoongi has that way to make him come in less than ten minutes and it’s unfair, but that’s how life goes. He’ll come back later, fuck his eggs inside Taehyung again, or use Jimin. He loves using Jimin, the boy as pliant as Taehyung, and he, could get pregnant. That’s all the fun.Jungkook and Jimin are making out on top of Taehyung like he isn’t here, like he isn’t drooling around Yoongi’s tentacle. Their own tentacles playing with the other, sliding up and down, sometimes even penetrating the other. The first to get their tentacles inside the other’s entrance should be the dominant for the coming round, and this time, Jungkook lost. They have no shame when they start fucking just next to Taehyung, when Jungkook ends up moaning in the human’s ear, telling him how good Jimin feels, how he’s going to fill him up with eggs, and Taehyung whines loud and high, because it’s unfair, he wants eggs too. Like he forgot Namjoon and Seokjin are still inside, brushing his prostate with every thrust. He’s so deep gone by now, sucks on Yoongi’s tentacle like it’s a lollipop, and has Yoongi groaning, taking it out.“Look at that, being fucked by two dicks and asking for more… I swear, that kid.”Seokjin laughs airily, still having pleasure pounding inside his brain and making him as hazy as Taehyung. Their tentacles are honestly all so, so sensitive.Jimin is still fucking into Jungkook’s awaiting hole, pushing further and further until Jungkook is moaning, gripping at the sheets and orgasming, eggs popping out of his biggest tentacle and landing on the bed. Jimin collects them, putting them in a bowl. He wants to push them one by one inside Taehyung’s whole when the others are finished, because “we don’t want to waste, right?”.Yoongi finds it dumb and cute, maybe a bit arousing? Jimin always has those stupid ideas like for example putting their eggs in Taehyung’s food and watch him wince at the salty taste. They all laugh so hard when the human spits the food out and looks at them with a pout.Namjoon is actually the next to come inside Taehyung, eggs being added to the entire mess they already did, crushing Hoseok’s ones and soon to be crushed by Seokjin’s ones. Taehyung feels so, so, way too full, and it has him panting and whimpering, pulling on the ropes. His stomach looks like he ate for an entire week, but he feels so good, so at peace.“So pretty.”Yoongi says from afar, and he extends one tentacle to the boy, stroking his sensitive, twitching dick with a large tentacle before sliding inside the entrance, pushing inside once again and automatically laying his eggs deep. They all end up breeding him, except Jungkook, the boy has been used by Jimin and didn’t get a chance, but he doesn’t seem to care, he’s already eating Jimin’s mouth.“Jungkook, let Jimin go.”“But-”“Go to your room, you’re taking space.”The two of them skip out of the room, and the rest of them gather around the human, caressing his tummy and smiling.“So, so good for us, right?”Taehyung looks at Hoseok, tiredly nodding.“But our baby didn’t get to come. How would you like to come?”“Gi…”Yoongi comes closer, leaning down to whisper to the almost sleeping boy.“What do you want?”Taehyung just points at the smaller tentacle, and Yoongi gets it. Taehyung loves coming from urethra stimulation, because he doesn’t want to be fucked and destroy the eggs laying inside him. So precious. Yoongi pushes his thin tentacle one more time inside Taehyung’s dick, making it bigger second after second until it’s the size of a little finger, again, and then rubbing the slicked tentacle up and down, making Taehyung whine tiredly. He’s so out he could fall asleep like that.It doesn’t take long for the human to come with a broken moan, and Hoseok is fast to unfasten the ropes and lay down next to the sleepy boy. They all gather on the bed, fighting a bit over who’s going to sleep right next to him. Usually, it’s for Taehyung to choose. It’s almost always Namjoon and Hoseok.“Good night, baby.”“G’night…”They can vaguely hear Jimin’s moans in the silence of the night. Those damn brats.  It has nothing to do with whatever, but Hoseok is totally me when I'm drunk. I've been watching vids of bts being drunk and i'm hoseok. :) that's it have a nice day xoxo

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Hi loves, I had a quick question about kinks, if anyone could name me any mental related kinks, like manipulation or like threat play if it ever exists (i feel like it does)Just remember that this place is a safe place where you can ask anything that you're into, I'm willing to know and write about everything possible.And if you're not confident enough to ask it here you can always ask on my Twitter Hope you have a good day/night XOXO

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It's soft af ok.

Vomit, use of safeword, aftercare.

its too short i dont like it ;-;

Jimin sits down next to Taehyung, with a whole plate full of food. It goes from dried fruits to chocolate, and Taehyung eyes it a bit panicked. He doesn’t feel like eating. Still, when Jimin asks, he just opens his mouth, like he was programmed to do it. Maybe he is a bit.“You must be so hungry, right?”Jimin doesn’t ask, he commands. Taehyung is hungry, it’s a fact. Even if he’s not, really. And it would be ok, if Taehyung wasn’t feeling like shit already. He’s used to be used, fed whenever they feel like it. He should say something, but he doesn’t want to disappoint them. Not that they wouldn’t understand, but Taehyung would feel even more like shit if he stopped their little game. He just takes it.Hoseok is the next to come, with a bottle of water and more food, and Taehyung already feels like throwing up. He doesn’t feel good, but not the “bad” he feels before puking during a scene, but the “bad” like he’s getting ill. Why did he need to be unwell just now?“Open wide, baby.”Taehyung whines but opens his mouth anyway, and they feed him like a goose. But the more they feed him, the more he feels like he’s going to be sick in a bad way. There comes a time he can’t even chew on what he’s given, and they start to notice it, but Taehyung doesn’t say anything, and he’s soon forcing the food down.“Are you alright?”Jungkook asks. When did he come? Taehyung didn’t even realise they were all here. He’s so absent from the situation.“Y-yes, I’m fine, sorry I…I thought about something…”They believe him, continue to give him the rest of the presented plates, and Taehyung soon feels everything come back up. He doesn’t even have time to react before he’s vomiting all over himself. Seokjin is about to say something snappy, like he always does, but Taehyung starts crying as if the world came to an end, and it does change everything. Namjoon is the first to run to him, ignoring the smell, ignoring the disgusting liquid wetting Taehyung’s clothes. He cups his face, examining him.“What’s wrong?”But Taehyung is so good in lying, so good in believing that if he stops now, they will hate him, that he swallows back the new tears and shakes his head.“I-I was j-just surprised and…”Namjoon strokes his cheeks and dries the tears hanging under his eyes.“You’re alright, hm? That was nothing.”That was so much more than nothing, that’s hurting, and Taehyung feels so pressured, because he has to gain weight, but he can’t, because they keep dancing and he keeps losing it and he can’t even fucking stand up to their expectations. He feels so weak, so useless. They take it like a game, but he starts taking it like a real mission. For him, it’s a question of trust, and if he can’t even do as easy as get big, how can they even trust him for anything?? He’s a dumb bitch, and Seokjin is right, he’s ungrateful. He opens his mouth wide, even when feeling another wave of cold sweat travel down his spine. Even as he feels his entire body heat abnormally. Just open and shut up.Namjoon takes it as a permission to go on, and they soon feed him more cakes, fruits, food in general. It goes like this for at least twenty minutes, before he’s vomiting again, doesn’t even bother to try and not get his clothes messy. This time, he’s not only crying, but keeps mumbling word, again and again, and when they catch it, the mood turns cold.“V-vanilla…vani-lla…v-vani-vanilla…v…vanilla”Seokjin feels bad, because that must be the first time he uses his safeword like it’s a mantra, the first time he must feel so unwell that he needs to repeat it that much. He used it already, that’s what it’s for, but he usually just says it once, they stop for the day and ask him when he feels ready to start again. They’re not force feeding him without his consent, it would be abuse. Now, it’s different, they feel like real monsters. All of them stopped their movements, and Yoongi practically runs to Taehyung as Jimin stands up to go and look for something to clean him up. Hoseok takes care of blankets and pillows and Seokjin goes to take water bottles.“I’m sorry baby, you’re alright, everything’s alright, we’re so sorry…”Taehyung keeps crying, choking on his own vomit, and as Yoongi hugs him, a new wave hits him, and all the liquid ends up on Yoongi’s back. He cries harder now, because what a useless mess he is, he’s even making his hyungs all dirty. Yoongi doesn’t even care at that point, just keeps rubbing Taehyung’s back, whispering comforting words in his ear.Jimin is the first to come back with a bucket of hot water and some towels. Taehyung looks at him with such sad eyes that it breaks his heart in thousand pieces. How could they be so blind and not see how bad he was feeling? If only it was just that.Jimin comes closer and Yoongi steps back. Taehyung just whimpers when he can’t feel anymore contact, and he just thinks they left him. He doesn’t deserve anything anyway.“Baby, I’m going to take your clothes off, hm? We need to clean you, so you feel better.”Taehyung doesn’t even react, just lets them do whatever they need. He’s only good for that anyway. Be a doll and listen, and try, at least, to do things correctly. Once he’s naked, he feels something warm and wet be dragged over his body, and he starts crying again because he’s not supposed to be taken care of, after all the things he did wrong. He should be put in a corner and ignored until he learns his lesson. That’s it. Jimin sees the despair in Taehyung’s eyes but doesn’t know where it comes from.Once he’s all clean and naked in the middle of the living room, Jimin goes away to empty the bucket and clean the remaining dirt from the floor. Hoseok carries Taehyung in his arms, bringing him to his own room because he knows that in this state, he’d refuse to stay alone. They’ll sleep together anyway. Taehyung whimpers, starts crying again, and they ignore why. That must be the hardest part. Taehyung is feeling like shit and they don’t even know why. They just know it must be quite bad for him to react so strongly.“What’s happening, hm? Talk to us baby, you know you can.” ¨Seokjin sits next to him on the bed, as Hoseok covers them with the blanket and lays pillows all around the bed. A nest, he’s creating a nest for Taehyung to feel safe. Taehyung shakes his head, as if saying that everything was alright, but they’re not dumb.“Come on, we all know something is wrong.”“’m ungrateful…”“Why?”“You s-say I’m ungrateful…”Seokjin didn’t think Taehyung could get that affected by his teasing words, it wasn’t his plan. Those were just for the game, for the mood, and in no way did he want to hurt the younger. Seokjin pulls him closer and Taehyung just cries, heavy, like he’s letting all his emotions out. If he feels better after that, Seokjin has nothing against it.“You’re far from ungrateful, you’re the best person I ever met and there’s nothing wrong with you. We all love you so, so, so much, you can’t even imagine.”Jungkook arrives with a bottle of water, and when he hears Seokjin, he understands the issue.“You’re an amazing singer, you’re the best sub someone could ask for, and I love you more than anyone.”Taehyung laughs a bit, looking up at Jungkook with teary eyes. He sees Jimin come behind, a big smile displayed on his face.“I swear I’m going to fight whoever says you’re not worth it. You’re the best, Tae.”This time Taehyung wants to cry because of the building happiness he’s suddenly feeling. He still feels like shit, but like some happy shit, if it makes sense. The two freshly arrived climb on the bed and hug the boy, kissing him all over. Hoseok who came back from who knows where faints shock.“I see you replaced me quite quick.”Taehyung gasps, literally, and pushes the others away to make grabby hands at Hoseok.“Seok! Hug too!”They didn’t even feel him drop into subspace. That subspace he drops into when it’s emotionally too much. They now know the real problem.“Yoongs, can you get us medicine please?”Seokjin calls from the room, and Yoongi’s “yes” resonates through the whole house. Namjoon’s “please stop screaming” too.It’s hard to give medicine to a sick submissive, even more when it’s Taehyung, but they have years of practice, and forcing medicine down his throat is like forcing food. They hate to do that when he’s vulnerable, but he knows it’s for his own good.“Here, see, not so bad.”Taehyung stares at all of them with that killer glare, lips turned into a pout. He can’t stay angry for long, and he’s soon reaching out for them to come on the bed. Why did they leave anyway?They’re tangled on the bed, and Taehyung couldn’t feel happier. He can be as sick as he wants, he’ll always feel good when they’re here.“I love you.”“We love you too, sweetheart.”And with those last words, he falls asleep. jfeowajewo hope it's what you asked :') i'm really not satisfied but idk what to do more, and i didn't want it to turn smutty? idk, I can always write another set

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It's sweet, it's scatty, it's smutty, it's fluffy.Yoongi is a brat. Hoseok is whipped.  For Hoseok, Yoongi is the cutest bean he’s ever seen. He gets lost in his pretty eyes almost every day, looks at him run around in the house and doesn’t say anything because he’s too whipped for that boy.  They met a couple months ago and at first, Yoongi didn’t show much emotions. He wasn’t mean, he was just too shy to even smile at Hoseok. It took quite a lot of dates for him to feel comfortable enough and tell him one of his biggest secrets.“I’m a little.”At that moment, Hoseok had no idea what it meant, and he looked confused.“A little? I get you’re not tall but…huh?”Yoongi just looked at him with that glare he does when Hoseok says stupid things.“Not my height dumb-ass. I’m a little, I act like a kid.”Hoseok needed a bit of time to process the information, and Yoongi knew exactly when it finally got to his brain. He was waiting for a rejection, or mockery, or straight insults, but nothing came. Not that he wasn’t happy about it. Hoseok just smiled and told him he was okay with that, and that Yoongi stayed Yoongi no matter what.  Well, maybe he shouldn’t have.  For Hoseok, Yoongi is the cutest bean. Little Yoongi is the worse. He still loves him more than he should, but the boy has too much energy. He can be running from early hours in the morning until dawn, without showing a sign of stopping. At first, Hoseok would run behind him, and then he’d just sit down on the couch and yell at him to be careful. Yoongi falls down, sometimes, and sobs like he broke a leg, but it lasts just until Hoseok tells him he can watch his favorite show.Hoseok is way too nice, maybe, because he rarely punishes him, so punishments end up in heart-breaking wails coming from the boy, sitting in the corner. It hurts Hoseok so much that he has to fight himself to not cancel the time-out.Maybe he should be stricter, because the more he lets things go, the more Yoongi pushes limits. At first, it’s just Yoongi climbing on the table while Hoseok is cooking, claiming to be a superhero, then it’s him opening the washing machine while it’s working, flooding the whole room with soapy water. Hoseok thought he would’ve gone craze if it wasn’t for those pretty eyes looking at him desperately. Yoongi is the greatest actor in the world.The thing with Yoongi is that when he chooses to do something, he’ll do it. So, when he, one day, feels the need to go to the toilet, but oh my god look how far it is, and look how fun the game I’m playing is, he just chooses to let go on the carpet. He just needed to pee anyway, it’s easy to wash up, right? That day, when Hoseok came in the room, he didn’t know if he wanted to punish or comfort the little. He just told him to go wait for him in the bathroom and cleaned the mess. Too whipped.It happened again another day, where Yoongi, while watching his favorite show on Hoseok lap, sucking on his pacifier, started to squirm. Hoseok asked if he needed to go but no, of course not, not when his preferred show was playing. Hoseok tried to explain that he could pause it, but Yoongi’s little mind didn’t catch the thing, and he ended up peeing straight on his caregiver’s lap. Or Daddy. Yoongi calls Hoseok “Hobi” or “HEEEEEEY”. The second being every time Hoseok says something, turns the TV off or just tells him to sleep. Hoseok finds it hilarious.One thing Hoseok couldn’t and wouldn’t admit to himself, is how much he enjoys feeling the hot liquid run down his legs and soak his pants every time Yoongi lets go on him. He won’t admit it. Never.Still, there’s that day where Yoongi really, really needs to go potty, and there’s that really, really good game he’s playing on Hoseok’s phone, and he doesn’t want to let go because what if the game stops existing when he comes back (yeah, Yoongi’s logic)? But going potty in his pants doesn’t enchant him that much, because he still has his pride to keep. The one he gave up on when he started peeing himself. Not because he enjoys it, no, just because the house is so big it takes almost ten seconds to go to the bathroom, and who is he to lose those seconds of his life walking to a damn room?So, he needs to go really bad, and Hoseok is not around, and Yoongi assumes that, since he’s not here, it would be his fault if anything happened. Because why not? Yoongi pulls his pants down and crouches down, this time going on the wooden floor, because as bratty as he is, he loves his fluffy carpet too much to ruin it. He just has to push slightly for the first log to come out. He moans out of relief and as he’s about to push again, Hoseok comes in the room.“So Yoongs what do y-”They both look at each other, Yoongi smiling sheepishly as he continues pushing, and Hoseok just…there. Watching and trying not to moan. Hoseok, realizing how into it he is, and how he should probably tell Yoongi off. He does tell him off, but it doesn’t sound as convincing, and even if Yoongi helps him clean up (mostly by cheering Hoseok up while laughing), he’s pretty sure it’s not the end of those messy adventures.And oh, was he right. Yoongi’s little mind thought that the floor was a great place to go potty, because Hoseok never says anything more than “Don’t do it”, and Yoongi just hears “Do it” because that’s what he wants to hear.It happens a few times on the couch, and Hoseok knows he’s going to make a mess when he suddenly kneels instead of sitting, and “discreetly” pulls his pants down. Hoseok sees it all, of course he does. Even without seeing it, he’d smell it. He wants to say something, but it’s endearing to see his little boy making a mess just because he’s too lazy to stand up. He really needs to do something about it.“Yoongs? Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. What about we try to go in the toilet?”Yoongi looks at him with such big, puppy eyes, and scrunches his nose as he pushes a bit harder until the shit lands on the soft fabric. Oh, Hoseok wants to fuck him now. They’re not sexual, at least not yet, but if he continues doing it, he might lose his self-control.  First day of potty training, or re-training, is a fail overall. Yoongi keeps telling Hoseok he doesn’t need to go, only to be crouching on the floor a few minutes later and shitting while watching at Hoseok with a fucking grin plastered on his face. Hoseok wants to touch, wants to push his fingers in the dirty hole and fuck him rough until he’s a moaning mess. Won’t do it, because he’d need to speak to Yoongi about that. He’ll speak to Yoongi about that.The few next days, Hoseok tries his best to force Yoongi down on the toilets, keep him from moving, but it works one time out of ten, and most of the time Yoongi ends up screaming and trying to bite Hoseok. Yoongi acts like a kid, but he has the strength of an adult, and Hoseok often needs to give up if he wants to keep his fingers. Yoongi is a biter, and he bites quite violently. Hoseok already bled because of that. Yoongi does feel sorry afterwards, and big Yoongi feels guilty, but Hoseok always tells him that he forgives him.  Hoseok does speak to Yoongi about going sexual, and it doesn’t take long for Yoongi to accept, tell him that he waited ages for him to ask. They fight, because Hoseok was stressing over nothing and Yoongi was a brat for not telling him earlier. He asks him too, if it’s okay for him to play with his shit and it’s so hard to ask something so filthy as if he was asking for the weather. He cringes internally, even more when Yoongi stays silent, and stutters a “if you want”. Hoseok knows he can now but doesn’t know if he will.  Hoseok gives up on potty training at some point, when he sees just how much Yoongi loves making a mess. They talk a lot about it, about limits, how to approach little Yoongi without scaring him. Hoseok makes it on a day by day basis, starts by sitting next to him, feigning ignorance when he sees Yoongi pull his pants down. Hoseok just brings him to the bathroom afterwards, cleans him up and goes to clean the mess while Yoongi watches TV. It goes like this for weeks before Hoseok takes a big turn. He can’t hold it anymore, he needs to touch.It happens a few days after, as they’re watching TV on the sofa, Yoongi holding his teddy and sucking on a pacifier, when he starts squirming and tries to go off Hoseok’s lap. But Hoseok won’t let him, securely holding him down.“H-Hobi! Le’ go!”“Why?” ¨Yoongi looks down, pushing against Hoseok chest to try and get away from his hold. It doesn’t work, and his bowels are slowly giving up on him.“Hobi!”Hoseok ignores it totally, continuing to watch the program they put on. It’s about animals, and Yoongi usually loves it, but right now he’s much focused on his own body and starts whining.“Need go!”“Need to go where?”“’otty…”“Hm? And do you want to go to the bathroom?”There’s a moment of silent before Yoongi hesitantly shakes his head and stubbornly crosses his arms. He can hold it until Hoseok gets tired.He can’t.“Hobiiii le’ goooo!”“If you don’t have problems going on the floor, I don’t see the problem in going in your pants.”“Di’gustin’!”“Oh, you say so little brat. Who has to clean the mess on the floor?”“’Gi?”Hoseok wants to laugh, because Yoongi is too damn cute for his poor heart. The way he’s looking at him with big innocent eyes, sucking on his pacifier and holding his teddy. Hoseok might die soon.“I don’t think ‘Gi has helped a lot lately.”“’Gi help!”“He would help a lot if he went potty in the toilet.”Unsurprisingly, Yoongi shakes his head, pouting and turning away to continue watching the program. It takes a few minutes before he turns again.“’Gi ‘otty?”“Want to go?”“No.”Hoseok takes it as a chance to try whatever his fucked-up mind wants to, because they discussed, they agreed, and it’s the perfect timing.“I have an idea.”“Hobi idea?”“Yes sweetheart. What if we played a bit?”Yoongi looks at him for a moment before nodding, eyeing his caregiver with pleated eyes.“Hobi ‘n ‘Gi play?”Hoseok hums, slowly standing up only to have Yoongi throw his hands around his neck and stay attached like a koala. Cute. Yoongi is too cute, that’s the point.They arrive in the bedroom and Yoongi whines when he’s let down on the floor, as Hoseok goes to take some protection for his bed. Because as much into scat as he is, he’s not into buying a new bed just because of a kink. For all the time where he was gone, he told Yoongi to not do anything, or else. Else meaning time-out, Yoongi stayed still like a statue. Maybe so still that he forgot to breathe and Hoseok had to keep himself from laughing when he saw his little boy, puffy cheeks and trying to hold his breath as long as possible.“I said don’t move, not stop breathing…”He’s amused more than worried, because Yoongi couldn’t die from it anyway. He still seems relieved when he can breathe again. “Now, go on the bed baby.”“I’s Sir ‘Gi! And say p’ease!”Hoseok is taken aback. Maybe he did learn a bit too much to his baby. He bows, suppressing a smile and watches as Yoongi waits, with an unreadable expression. He sees despair anyway.“May please Sir ‘Gi go sit on the bed?”Yoongi runs to it and waits for Hoseok, sometimes making big eyes when he feels the need become stronger.“’Gi go now?”“No, let’s take your clothes off first.”Yoongi has never been so fast in pulling his pants and briefs down and putting or better throwing his hands up for Hoseok to help him take the top.“Hobi help!”“Yes, Sir ‘Gi.”Hoseok uses his most bored voice as he approaches Yoongi, but the little doesn’t mind it. He’s careful not to damage the pacifier still securely placed in Yoongi’s mouth and admires the boy’s body once he’s fully naked.Yoongi looks up at him, curiosity seeping from his big cat-like eyes. Hoseok is having a heart attack. He’s fast to go back in his caregiver role, but oh god how can someone be so cute? He climbs on the bed once he’s fully naked too, and maybe he got a bit excited, but that, nobody needs to know.“All four baby.” ¨“S-”A first slap cuts Yoongi in whatever he was going to complain about, and he’s fast to position himself right. He looks behind him, where Hoseok starts stroking the curve of his ass. Yoongi squirms a bit, still needing to go, but Hoseok hasn’t said anything, and as much shameless as he is, he couldn’t go on Hoseok’s bed without feeling guilty. And it’s his bed too. He doesn’t want to sleep in his mess! The protection? He’s not sure what it’s for, but it does a pleasing crinkly sound so he can’t stop moving on it, until Hoseok slaps him again.“Stop moving.”That Hoseok is so different from the other and Yoongi couldn’t love him more right now. He stays still, ignores his body screaming its need to use the toilet and just closes his eyes.“’Gi need go!”He mumbles, head hidden in the cushions and teddy clutched against his cheek. He’s still sucking on his pacifier, doesn’t plan to let go that early. He feels Hoseok play a bit with his ass, massage it, and then, out of nowhere, push a finger inside his hole. A wet finger, so it must be lubricated. Now, don’t ask when it happened, because Yoongi is way more aware of his guts giving up than the when and how Hoseok got his finger here. At first, Yoongi whines because he needs to go bad, and now he couldn’t even go if he tried.“Calm down sweet pie, you’ll go at some point.”Yoongi is lost between the need to poop and his slowly erecting dick. His body can’t do both at the same time, can it? Hoseok adds a finger and moves them faster and faster, as Yoongi tries his best not to push against them. But mess was awaited, and mess it would give. Hoseok takes his fingers out, and the fart following the movement makes him blush hard.“S-Sorry?”“Don’t worry, I know you need to go. You can.”Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s the fact that Hoseok is just behind, watching attentively and stroking his soft skin, but he’s suddenly too shy to go. He’s so lucky that his body doesn’t care, and once he relaxes under Hoseok’s kisses, he feels the first log come out. He tries to keep it in, but once the job is started, there’s no going back, and Hoseok praising him encourages him to finish what he started.It's filthy. That’s the first thing Hoseok thinks when his dick twitches, just by watching Yoongi shit on the bed. It’s filthy and he shouldn’t like it. He shouldn’t enjoy the tiny moans escaping the little’s lips, muffled by the pacifier he’s still possessively holding between his lips.“Hobi…”“Hm? Does it feel good?” Yoongi shakes his head, then nods and looks back at Hoseok with big eyes, like wondering what is happening. When Hoseok circle his dirty hole with his fingers he tries to get away only to be pulled back by the hips.“Stay.”“B-but i’s ‘irty!”Hoseok laughs, forcing Yoongi’s body down so it ends up straight in the mess. Yoongi wants to complain, but the fact that he too kind of likes it makes it hard to be convincing. He feels Hoseok’s breath in his ear, his tongue on his skin, and a deep shudder shakes his entire body.“Is it dirty? Are you my dirty boy, now?”Yoongi shakes his head, moaning when Hoseok pulls him in a sitting position and sucks one hickey on his skin, and many more. He wants to feel disgusting and not like it, but his dick is chubbing up, he feels light headed because he loves it, loves the feeling of his own waste on his skin, loves how Hoseok just roams his hands all over his body, playing with his nipples. He still feels fuzzy because he’s in his headspace, and he trusts Hoseok with his life.His nipples are way too sensitive for his own good, so when Hoseok starts rolling them between his fingers, Yoongi lets out a pitiful whine, pushing his back against Hoseok’s chest, babbling some nonsense that Hoseok seems to understand.“You need to use words, sweet pie.”“H-Hobi touch…Hobi touch !”“Hobi touch what?”Yoongi looks, stares down at his crotch, too shy to say anything, and Hoseok is mean enough to feign ignorance and continue stroking Yoongi everywhere but where he needs it most.“Do you still need to go?”Yoongi stills a bit, scrunches his nose and lets a second log come out of his ass, being crushed between the bed and himself because of his kneeling position. Hoseok is nice enough to lift him up a bit, and Yoongi gasps when he feels it land on his feet. Hoseok doesn’t look disgusted, when he checks, so he guesses it’s okay. There’s a fart following his second push and he giggles at it. Hoseok slaps him on the thigh lightly, just for good measure, and Yoongi yells his signature “hey!” before smiling big. He doesn’t really know what makes him so happy, but he is.“Look at that mess you did, I should teach you how to use the potty, hm?”“Hobi teash ‘Gi how ‘otty?”“After that we can have a go again, alright?”Yoongi nods, sucking a few times on his pacifier before nuzzling Hoseok’s neck. He smiles against it. They could stay hours like this, just hugging, but Yoongi suddenly seems to remember the game, and he turns to Hoseok completely, spreading the mess. Hoseok has to bite his lips to not laugh.“P’ay?”“Play?”Yoongi nods, then stops, looks down.“P’ay?”And before Hoseok can even understand what that look meant, Yoongi has his hands in his mess. He couldn’t hold the wheezing laugh that takes him by the guts. He needs minutes to calm down, minutes to see the angry look in Yoongi’s eyes. Very convincing.“Okay, sorry, sorry, let’s play alright?”“Hobi mean!”“Sweet pie, I’m sorry.”“Hobi have to be ‘orgiven!”“Yes, Sir ‘Gi.”Yoongi can’t stay serious long after that, because Hoseok is silly, and he needs his hands cleaned anyway. He shows them to Hoseok with a pout.“’irty.”“Dirty, I see.”“’ean!”“Should we clean them after I make you feel really good?”Yoongi looks down at his erection and nods, waiting for orders or something. Hoseok is quick to guide him, always so nice, so perfect to him, and Yoongi falls in love a bit more. He ends up on all four, looking at his hands but still staying at a good distance because they reek, and he doesn’t want to have them near his face. He ends up putting them near his knees, ending up face first on the bed and ass up. It looks like Hoseok enjoys this position, because the fingers go deeper when he pushes them in.Yoongi moans loud, rolling his hips, not because he knows to but because it looks like the best thing to do to have more. The fingers go deeper and deeper, and he couldn’t care less if his hole was dirty or not. It just feels weirdly arousing.Hoseok’s fingers drag along Yoongi’s tight walls, making the caregiver’s cock twitch, impatient to have what it’s waiting for since ages, it seems. He goes with the foreplay for another ten minutes, until Yoongi is begging for more, or at least whining because it’s boring now, because little Yoongi has a precise time for each thing, and they become “’oooooring” like he loves to say, when they last too long. So “’oooooring” is what he hears next, before his fingers brush Yoongi’s prostate.Yoongi goes silent, eyes tearing up and pacifier falling from his mouth with how wide it’s open.“It’s crazy how much of a brat you are, even in such a position.”Yoongi whines, pushes his hips back, tries to get that sensation again, but Hoseok just takes his fingers out and Yoongi knows damn well not to start playing with himself. He never can in little space, never felt the need until now. Why didn’t they introduce sex before? It feels so good. Not that they don’t have sex, they do, but not while in little space. Well, not until today.“Are you ready?”Yoongi looks behind him, looks at Hoseok’s dick and suddenly wants to suck it before it’s too messy. He turns around under Hoseok’s confused gaze and lips the underside of the standing erection, making Hoseok squirm away.“Could you please warn before doing that? Where’s your paci anyway?”“’fire on bed.”“It’s gon-gonna…fuck…get messy…”Yoongi is good at sucking on things, be it a pacifier, the hem of Hoseok’s shirts, a dick, whatever is at reach, he sucks on it. He’s good at deepthroating too, and he knows exactly how Hoseok likes it, so he doesn’t lose time before going as deep as possible. Hoseok reaches forward to grab the object, holding it in his hand for security, or maybe to try and stay clear-minded. Try. Yoongi hollows his cheeks, like his body learned the moves by heart and now, even in little space, he does it like a pro. Hoseok finds it unfair, because he can’t last long when Yoongi does that, and he needs to pull him away, pushing the pacifier back into his mouth. He turns him back to his previous position, panting a bit because of how close he was.“I appreciate the gesture, but you didn’t ask before. What does it mean?”“’Gi mean?”Hoseok is too whipped, remember, so he gives up before even trying. His dick is wet now, that’s a good point, and the slide goes alone. He still adds lube, because he doesn’t want his precious baby to hurt, and because Yoongi loves the smell of it. How many times did Hoseok have to grab the bottle before Yoongi tried to eat it? Cute but oh so dangerous to himself.  Yoongi whines when Hoseok stops and starts wiggling his hips, spitting his pacifier out only to moan louder, to maybe get Hoseok started. It’s as if his body remembered what they do while he’s an adult and craves that sweet pleasure. He feels Hoseok finally move, his cock rubbing just the right places, and Yoongi is nothing more than a mess moaning on a filthy bed, smell hitting his nose, but brain so puttied that he couldn’t care less about it. He’s so sensitive, when it comes to Hoseok. He could come just from his touches.“Hob-bi…”Hoseok grabs Yoongi’s hips firmly as he thrust inside the tight, messy heat. He could come just watching his dick getting swallowed, reappearing messier and messier with every buck of his hips. He suspects more to come, wants to pull out to see but doesn’t want to lose the heat he’s starting to feel in his guts. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but that short? He’ll need to work on that.Yoongi doesn’t seem to be in a better situation, the boy is trying to discreetly reach for his own throbbing cock, precum dripping on the bed, adding to the mess already present. Hoseok thanks the universe for thinking about that plastic protection. Hoseok slaps Yoongi’s hand away, wiping the mess he got on his fingers on Yoongi’s thigh, hearing him moan at the gesture.“You really like feeling filthy, huh? I should’ve guessed, nobody poops on the floor.”Yoongi whines when the chance in taken away from him, looks behind and frowns, trying to reach for Hoseok to slap him somewhere. A deeper thrust cuts him in his plans and he falls back on the bed, moaning Hoseok’s name like a mantra. The closest he comes to his orgasm, the more vocal he becomes, and soon Hoseok is almost worried his neighbors will hear, so he shoves two fingers inside Yoongi’s mouth. The result is immediate and Yoongi starts sucking on them, drooling all over the digits and it makes Hoseok’s cock twitch inside Yoongi. They both feel it, and Yoongi clenches his ass and Hoseok groans, pushing himself deeper until he’s straight pounding Yoongi’s prostate. With that, they don’t last long before Yoongi comes on the bed and Hoseok follows right after. They collapse on the bed, totally forgetting about the mess and only remembering when Yoongi starts whining because it’s dirty, and when he’s not in the moment, he just finds it weird.“’ean!”He put the pacifier back in his mouth at some point, eyes droopy and clingier than ever, but Hoseok doesn’t want to touch such a dirty baby. Well, he doesn’t want but he does anyway, because as a caregiver, boyfriend, friend, and damn slave sometimes, he must. Yoongi smiles big when Hoseok carries him to the bathroom and drops him in the bathtub. He comes in to, turning the faucet on to let water flow from the showerhead. He laughs when Yoongi suddenly opens his eyes and looks at him with a pout, because he was almost falling asleep and it’s not cool.“You gotta be clean to sleep with me, sweet pie.”“’Gi ‘ean!”Hoseok smiles, tries to pull the pacifier out at least for the shower, but who would be Yoongi, if he wasn’t still a brat even tired. He frowns, slapping Hoseok’s hand away and turning his back to him, taking the soap to wash himself alone.“’fire ‘Gi!”“Oh my, I’m sorry Sir ‘Gi.”They’re out of the shower in about twenty minutes, after scrubbing Yoongi off the mess and overall kissing his soft lips, wrapping him in a fluffy towel and carrying him back to bed. Hoseok sits him down on the fluffy carpet in the living room while he cleans the bed and makes Yoongi promise not to do anything dirty.When he comes back Yoongi is looking at him with curious eyes, grabby hands reaching out in his direction and Hoseok couldn’t be happier. He carries the little boy back to a clean bed and climbs with him on it, going under the covers and putting them over a sleepy Yoongi. They sleep naked, because Yoongi loves it and needs to feel Hoseok’s body heat to be reassured. Hoseok doesn’t mind, and it’s quite hot anyway. He throws an arm around Yoongi’s waist, kissing the back of his neck and maybe singing a lullaby for his favorite boy to fall asleep.Yoongi’s not in little space anymore, but that, Hoseok doesn’t need to know. Now look at Yoongs running in the armypedia vid AND TELL ME YOU DIDNT GET LITTLE SPACE VIBES

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Follow me on twitter  Yoongi has an issue. He has had the same issue since he was about 14. He has a weak bladder, or overactive, depending on how he wants to word it. All his friends know, it’s the first thing he tells when he meets someone. Well, no, he doesn’t come to strangers saying “hey, my name’s Yoongi and I piss myself”, but he mentions it soon enough, so that they don’t start mocking him if he ever has an accident.  Now he’s in a house with his six other roommates, each of them knowing about his problem, and each of them willing to help. But you see, Yoongi is a bit shy when it comes to his nudity, and he doesn’t want them to help. They do it anyway. Yoongi would say they’re really stubborn and won’t admit that he’s thankful to have such understanding people to live with. He always complains when one takes the wet sheets away, always groans when one brings new clothes. In the beginning, he tried to hide it, he really tried, but go hide it when it happens in a car. The first time it happened in a car was maybe a week after they decided to live together. They had planned a trip, supposedly a two hours route, and Yoongi thought that if he didn’t drink, there wouldn’t be any problem with his bladder. The two hours turned into three, then four, and Yoongi was soon bending over with the need to piss. He knew it was too late when he felt a bump on the road, and liquid started trickling down on the seat. He blamed it on the traffic jam. It happened a lot because of traffic jams, and a lot because he didn’t think much of drinking a whole bottle before working on his computer. He’s kind of a workaholic, and even his bladder screaming can’t take him off his work. He’ll think something in the lines of “I can wait” or “It’s not that urgent”, but when he stands up, it’s as if the faucet was opened in full force. Jimin once enters Yoongi’s room when the latter is in the middle of his bed, wet and teary eyes looking up at him. Jimin wants to comment, but he just goes out of the room to go tell the others. Not that he doesn’t trust himself, but as someone younger than Yoongi, he feels a bit disrespectful when he touches the older so intimately. Leave it to Jungkook or Taehyung to make snappy comments. “Did the baby piss himself again?” Jungkook half laughs. It’s not meant to be mean, it’s just his nervous way to cope with the fact that he too, would want to be able to just let go and have all of them helping. But he’s already told ten times a day that, as the younger, he shouldn’t bring problems, or they would all be hold for responsible. As if they were perfect. He feels a hand hit the back of his head and he doesn’t even need to turn to know who it is. “Hoseok why are you hitting me!?” “Because you’re a brat.” Of course. Jungkook sighs, leaving the room and Hoseok watches him, then Jimin. “Why does he look so sad? It’s not the first time I do that.” “You know how he is sometimes, don’t worry.”Hoseok nods, looking in Jungkook’s direction to see him sitting on the sofa, watching TV. Or more like seeing that the TV is on and just sitting arms crossed with a sad look on his face. He’ll talk to him later. Now, they just need to help Yoongi. Seokjin and Namjoon arrived a few minutes later, and Taehyung is nowhere to be seen. Probably sleeping. Namjoon is first to open the door and enter the room, just to see Yoongi looking at them with such an angry look. Not against them, at least he hopes, but against his issues. “Hi, how did you sleep?”“Fucking great, thanks.”Yoongi snaps, but Namjoon isn’t hurt by the mean tone, it must be quite confusing to wake up in a wet bed. Usually, or more a few days ago, Yoongi would hurry and hide the evidences, but now he doesn’t even care. They all know, they all react in their own way and he has to do with that, because it’s probably his fault if they make fun of him. He’s such a baby, Jungkook said it. Namjoon comes closer, reaching a hand out for Yoongi to climb out of bed. His pants clinging to his skin, an unmistakable yellowish color and Yoongi suddenly feels shame washing over him. How can he be so dumb? “Hey, don’t worry Yoongs.”He didn’t even see Seokjin was in the room, he’s too focused on Namjoon, or at least tries to, because the man has the skills of never showing what he thinks. So, maybe he’s disgusted but doesn’t show it. At least it’s better than Jungkook being openly mean to him. “Stop thinking, I here you.” Yoongi looks in the direction of the voice and mumbles something when he sees Hoseok with new clothes. Jimin took care of the bed, too, and he wants to cry because they’re not supposed to do it. “I think we should try diapers.”If Yoongi had something to choke on, he would have. Diapers? And who said that?“Tae, are you serious?”Jimin starts laughing. Yoongi doesn’t know how to feel. Sure, diapers, why not, but if laugh is their only reaction he doesn’t want to be mocked every time he walks in a room. “I mean, it would help. And I’m sure he would be cute in them.”Yoongi lowers his head so they don’t see the blush that had made its appearance. He hears them speak about him being cute, know who says what but doesn’t dare look at them. God, he feels so ashamed. “I don’t think that you, speaking about him like he’s not here is helping a lot.”Yoongi wants to jump in the arms of whoever said that. He knows it’s Namjoon. He wants to jump in Namjoon’s arms.   After that subject was opened, they started talking about it, joking about it, and totally ignoring Yoongi’s reaction. Him, in diapers? And why not a baby bottle and a pacifier? He could even start babbling and crawling on four on the ground. How can they believe he’s going to act like a damn baby, just because he has bladder problems? “I found a lot of adult diapers on this website.”But why the fuck did he look for them in the first place? Yoongi never said anything, and maybe that’s the problem. He’s frozen with the idea that they think he’s just a baby. Jungkook said it, so he must be at some point. “Yoongs, hey. Yoongi!”“Huh?” “What do you think?”“About?”“Diapers.”Yoongi looks at Seokjin as if he sold him drugs, and slowly shakes his head. He doesn’t want to wear a dumb diaper. Even if it would help a lot. He’s too stubborn, and too shy, and too “too many things”. They give up on that conversation.   Jungkook feels like shit. He hasn’t spoken to Yoongi in days, other than asking him questions about work. He looks away every time Yoongi has an accident, or simply leaves the room without saying anything. He snaps at whoever tries to speak to him, and he knows he should speak instead of running away, but he feels like he has no rights to want what he wants. He can’t have a kink, not as the youngest, and not when that kink is a whole life problem for someone else.One day, he hears someone knock on his door, and awaits every people possible but the one he sees waiting. Yoongi. He wants to close the door but Yoongi is quick to slip inside, and Jungkook stays still, looking down.“Let’s talk.”“We don’t need to talk.”“I just need to know why you’re being so mean to me. Did I do something wrong?”Jungkook can’t say anything, because of course not, Yoongi is the sweetest boy he’s ever met. He stays silent when Yoongi expect an answer, because he can’t bring himself to say it out loud. The fact that he too wants to be taken care of and asked if he wants to wear diapers. Because what if he enjoys it?“You should really think about the diapers.”With that he leaves the room, Yoongi looking at him, incomprehension visible on his features. What the hell just happened? Yoongi ends up leaving Jungkook’s room after a few seconds of short-circuiting.   Three days of teasing, of jokes, of not much more than Taehyung offering to buy the diapers. Three days of pure embarrassment before Yoongi gives up. He doesn’t go to the whole crew and scream than he wants diapers, no way, but he goes up to the person he trusts the most. Namjoon.He knocks on his door as quietly as possible and jumps when he hears a “enter” being spoken from the other side. He heard. Yoongi needs to work on his quiet skills. He pushes the door open, only to see Namjoon playing on his phone, on his bed. He suddenly wants to turn back and do as if nothing happened.“Namjoon?”“Hm?”“About the…you know.”“Yes?”“Would it be weird if I wanted to…to try?”Namjoon lets his phone fall on the bed as he looks up, entirely focusing on his friend.“You want to try?”He doesn’t know why he wants to coo so much over Yoongi, tell him how cute he is, how good he’s doing. He doesn’t pipe a word because he knows how sensitive Yoongi would get. It took them weeks to bring him to have this conversation, he won’t ruin it with some shitty comments.Yoongi is nodding slowly, head hung low, waiting rejection or something in those lines.“Alright. Want me to order them for you?”“Y-yeah? I mean I can buy them it’s…no problem.”“Let’s do this together, hm?”Yoongi feels so small when Namjoon stands up to sit down at his desk, turn his laptop on and call him to sit next to him. He can’t look him in the eyes, afraid of the color of his cheeks, which are probably a deep red right now. What if Namjoon changes his mind?Once Namjoon opens the browser, they look for different sites selling those adult diapers, and maybe it’s the fact of knowing he will have some soon, but his bladder suddenly decides to fill up. It could be because of the coffees he’s been drinking to stay awake, or because he’s a little bit addicted. Namjoon seems so into it, so happy that he accepted that Yoongi doesn’t say anything about needing to go to the toilet. He doesn’t say anything until the bladder is full to the point of bursting. He crosses his legs, a gesture they all recognise as “I’m going to piss myself”. Namjoon turns to face him.“Want us to take a break? Go to the toilet?”Yoongi nods small and stands up, only to regret his life decision when he feels his bladder give up. And for what? Because he saw the bathroom before being in it, and he was holding it since so long. It’s to believe that his body is afraid of toilets. This would be dumb. Totally dumb. He feels like crying anyway.“Hey, that’s alright, let’s clean up.”Yoongi looks up at Namjoon with that gaze, that desperately annoyed gaze that Namjoon would love to see disappear.“It’s not your fault Yoongi.”“I know! But…I’m so sick of it.”Namjoon doesn’t say anything as he takes some of his clothes out, as Yoongi undresses himself. He’s gone way past the shy behaviour he had a few months ago, and nudity isn’t a problem anymore. They’ve seen it so much, they don’t even blush anymore. And even when Jimin comes into the room to tell them dinner is ready, Yoongi isn’t sure he acknowledges that he’s standing half naked in the middle of Namjoon’s room.The door closes again, and as they don’t have time to take a proper shower, Namjoon skips to the bathroom to wet a towel, and use it to clean Yoongi. The man doesn’t even flinch and just watches outside the window as the fabric is dragged in between his thigs, on his soft penis, and it feels kind of good if he was being honest. He wouldn’t let anybody do this, but Namjoon is an exception. He has no idea why, they’re all very good friends, but Namjoon has something more, something open-minded. He doesn’t turn everything to a joke, and he’s the most interesting person to speak to. He’s not worshiping the man. Not that much.“Want to get dressed or daydream?”“Hum…Dressed.”“Foot up.”And Yoongi does that, putting a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to not lose balance, feeling the muscles roll with every movement. He’s not worshiping Namjoon.Once he’s dressed, they go to the living room. They didn’t have time to buy the diapers, but he feels like he’s ready to do it.The time comes fast, where they’re sitting in front of the same laptop and putting different types of diapers inside the cart. Yoongi has no idea what he wants, what he likes, his size. He feels a bit bratty when he asks for those red diapers, because they’re cute, and he’ll wear them at home. Namjoon tries not to coo over his friend, but it’s becoming harder every minute passing.Once they ordered enough, they both go to sleep in their respective rooms. Yoongi may worship Namjoon, but he’s not crazy enough to ask and sleep with him. As much as he wants to.   “Yoongi! A package came for you!”Yoongi is half asleep, coming out from his room when hearing someone yell his name, only for his eyes to go wide when he hears something came. He knows what something is, and he’s more afraid that someone will open it than actually excited about it. He knows they all know, but there’s a big difference between knowing and seeing, and he’s still not sure if he assumes looking like a baby in front of all of them. Except Namjoon. Worship, and all. You know.He takes the package and runs back to his room, closing the door and sitting against it so nobody can open it too easily. He stares at the box. For a long, long time. He opens it, at some point, and takes out everything that’s inside. There’s a soft knock on his door.“Can I come inside?”Namjoon.“Are you alone?”“Yes, don’t worry.”Yoongi moves a bit to unblock the door and looks up as Namjoon enters.“They came.”“I see that.”Yoongi nods, opening one package, the red ones. And he absolutely, surely, don’t even doubt, didn’t whine when feeling the texture. It’s soft, so soft. It’s going to feel so nice on his skin.“Want to try them?”Yoongi looks down, then up, shrugs, blushes.“I…I don’t know how to put them…I mean I-”“I can help.”If Yoongi thought, he would ever hear this sentence coming from Namjoon. He shakes his head slowly, trying to avoid that kind of discussion. He wants help, but he’s too shy to admit it. It’s different, being helped to change out of clothes and being changed into diapers.“It doesn’t bother me, you know. You don’t need to go through all of this alone.”“Can you…could you stay next to me and…help me if I ask?”Namjoon nods and leans against the door, because you never know if a savage Jungkook is going to enter the room without knocking to ask something. Yoongi needs time to finally begin moving and unbuckling his pants to pull them down his skinny legs. He looks down the whole time, a sudden shyness dominating his mind. He’s not naked in front on Namjoon for the first time, but he suddenly hopes Namjoon couldn’t see him. Once he’s half naked, he takes one of the red diapers out and looks at it. He looks at it. And looks. And ends up staring at the object like he saw an alien. He then hands it to Namjoon and lays down, hiding his face in the crook of his arm. Namjoon laughs a bit, understanding what Yoongi is asking. He silently locks the door and approaches the laying man.“Is it okay if I touch you?”“Don’t ask that please…”Namjoon chuckles and opens the diapers, placing the bottom side on the floor and asking Yoongi to lift his hips up. He slides the diaper under him and straps it over his dick. Yoongi doesn’t even look to see what’s happening. He’s embarrassed.“We’re done.”Yoongi almost runs out of the room when he’s finally dressed back in his clothes and stops abruptly when he hears how noisy diapers are. He wants to cry. He wants to cry even more when Taehyung comes behind to slap his ass.“Oh, I feel something fluffy.”“Shut up.”“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody.”“Shut up or I’ll throw you out the window.”Yoongi feels so ashamed as he sits down on the sofa, plans on not moving at all. Not. Moving. Nope.He feels Jungkook’s gaze on him, and he can’t decide what kind of emotions are passing by those brown eyes. Jungkook looks sad? Ever since he talked to him, or tried to, he looks sadder. Yoongi wants to go to him, reassure him, but he can’t stand up. Not when every tiny movement creates a crinkly, way too loud sound that everybody can hear. He hopes Jungkook will come to him.He doesn’t come. The time passes, they all join Yoongi and Jungkook on the sofa, and the two are still far away from each other. Yoongi tenses when Taehyung sits next to him, but the kid doesn’t do much as stay concentrated on the TV. Yoongi forgets the diaper when he too, finally, dives into the action.His bladder reminds him fast enough that he’s wearing one. At first, he freaks out, because he should maybe go to the toilet, even if he knows he won’t make it, but then he remembers he’s wearing a protection. He doesn’t let go immediately, because shame, and he looks around quite a lot until he can feel a hand on his thigh, and Namjoon whisper in his ear that he can let go, nobody will care. Except that Jungkook does care. He watches, he bites his lip when he sees Yoongi relax, when he can hear the feign trickle turning into a stream, when he can hear Yoongi’s breath hitch. He wants that too. He wants it so bad.It’s an elbow in his ribs that stop him from staring, and Hoseok mouthing a “you look mental” that has him putting his attention back on the movie. Yoongi has forgotten the movie since he felt his bladder give up. It lasted a few seconds, but it felt like hours for him. His diaper isn’t quite full, so he doesn’t make any move to go change it, and without admitting it, he likes the warm sensation on his bum.During the movie, they have time to eat and drink, and Yoongi does drink a lot, maybe too much knowing his problems, and it’s not long before he needs to pee again. Unless the first time, he doesn’t hesitate in pushing a bit until the first trickles start, being absorbed by the material. He can almost feel it leave his dick to end up in the diaper, can hear the hissing sound, feel the diaper slowly feeling up until he’s afraid it will go on the sofa. It doesn’t. He breathes deep, turns his head to see everyone looking at him. Wants to hide suddenly.“I-”“I never thought someone pissing in a diaper could be hot.”Yoongi looks at Jimin with wide eyes, blush becoming more visible.“Jimin, you’re scaring him.”Namjoon comes to help, places a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder in a supportive way.“I’m not saying it to be mean…It’s just hot, I’m sorry.”Yoongi knows how blunt Jimin is sometimes, and the compliment is quite pleasing. It means they’re not disgusted. At least Jimin and Namjoon aren’t.“I prefer that than having to clean the floor every time.”“Nobody forces you.”Yoongi mumbles, looking away from Seokjin.“I know Yoongs, but it’s better like that, isn’t it?”“Maybe not.”“And may we know why, Jungkook?”“He’s going to waste money with his diapers. He could learn how to use toilets and stop waiting for the last moment.”They all look at Jungkook with disappointed face, and Yoongi feels oh so hurt by the comment. He feels like he came back to square one with the kid. What did he do wrong?“I don’t think you need to say that. I don’t know what got into you but please, stop it.”Jungkook glares at Namjoon before standing up and leaving the room. They can almost hear the house tremble with how loud he’s unnecessarily being. They all stay in utter silence until Seokjin stands up.“I’ll talk to him.”They all nod, and Yoongi looks up at Namjoon with expecting eyes.“We’ll…you know. Yeah, hum… see you later.”They chuckle a bit, seeing the two almost run to Yoongi’s room. Jimin leans on Taehyung, legs on Hoseok’s lap.“Feeling comfy?”He nods.“Imagine if we all started wearing diapers…”
“Shut up Tae.”
Jimin and Hoseok look at each other and start giggling, as they thought exactly the same. Taehyung huffs, crossing his arms.   “Jungkook.”The young boy doesn’t answer and Seokjin is starting to lose patience. It’s been going like this since Yoongi talked openly about his problem. Like Jungkook was jealous. It doesn’t make sense. What would he be jealous for?“Jungkook please, open.”“Fuck off!”“Jungkook I swear to go if you don’t open, I’m cutting the Wi-Fi and you can always cry for me to turn it back on.”“I can do it myself.”“I’ll change the password.”It takes a few shuffling sounds and a lock turning for the door to finally open.“You’re a cheater.”Seokjin sees the red eyes, the wet lashes, and he knows Jungkook had been crying. Or at least upset enough to have tears form in his eyes. What is happening?“Can I come inside?”“You already made me open the door, why do you ask?”Seokjin chuckles a bit and closes the door behind, going to sit on Jungkook’s gaming chair. Jungkook is back on his bed, eyes focused on his phone. Seokjin knows he’s pretending to do something, because he can see him scroll back and forth through the apps.“Tell me what happened.”Jungkook stays silent, opens a random app and looks at the loading screen. He doesn’t do much than that until a game is displayed on the phone. Then he just quits it, locks his phone and looks up at Seokjin.“What if I want to wear diapers too?”Seokjin is quite taken aback by the question, and for a moment, he doesn’t know what to answer. Silence being his worse enemy, seeing Jungkook’s face fall, he quickly thinks of an answer.“Why would you want to wear diapers?”“I…It’s…It looks comfy and…and I always wanted to…”“Try it? I mean, you do what you want.”“You’re all going to laugh…”“Nobody would ever laugh about your preferences. If they do, be sure I’ll let them starve in front of full plates.”Jungkook laughs airily, looking back down at his phone.“Was it the reason you were so snappy with Yoongi?”Jungkook hums, suddenly feeling ashamed for acting like such a meanie when he could’ve just talked to someone. He knows they’re all open-minded. He is too, and he feels so, so bad about hurting Yoongi.“You should apologize.”“Yes…But please don’t tell anyone about…that…”“They’ll see it one day.”“I-I’ll tell them, so don’t.”Seokjin nods and stands up.“I have things to do. If you ever need help, talk to me. I’m sure you could even talk to Yoongi, the boy knows a lot about bladders. Don’t be afraid, alright?”Jungkook nods. He’s not quite sure he wants to speak to Yoongi about that, but he keeps the advice in a corner of his mind.   If the first time was embarrassing, the second time, Yoongi feels like dying. Having a dry diaper being put by someone else is a thing, but having a wet diaper taken off is another. Yoongi could probably do it himself, but remember, worshiping. He looks at Namjoon through his fingers when the latter unstraps the diaper and the smell hits them. He swallows a whiny noise and lifts his hips up, like he’s done it his entire life. Namjoon keeps smiling, keeps praising him, reassuring him and telling him he’s okay, but it doesn’t make the blush on his cheeks, on both their cheeks, disappear.“Let’s put a new one on, should we?”“Don’t ask, do it.”Yoongi feels so, so, so ill-at-ease when asked such questions, even if they’re here to be sure he’s still alright with everything happening. He feels Namjoon clean his skin, spreads his legs a bit more, because it feels good, and he has all rights to feel good after the embarrassment he went through.Once changed, dressed up and ready to go, he skips out of the room. This time, he doesn’t care about the sound. They all know anyway. He comes across Seokjin leaving Jungkook’s room and sends him a questioning look. Seokjin nods, smiling. Yoongi then softly knocks on Jungkook’s room, hearing a “enter” being spoken from the other side. He feels dumb, going in the youngest room wearing a diaper, but he feels like it’s going to be now or never.“Hum…Can I talk to-”“I’m sorry.”“Huh?”“I’m sorry for hurting you I… I wanted to… I mean you wea-wearing diapers and…”Yoongi is not sure he understands what Jungkook is trying to say, but he sits down on the bed, nonetheless. The crinkle makes Jungkook head shoot up.“Are you...”“Wearing a diaper? Yeah. I mean, if it bothers you…”“How does it feel?”Jungkook’s question is everything Yoongi wasn’t expecting, and it’s a bit hard to answer that question.“Hum…It feels…soft? Like sitting on a fluffy blanket…I don’t know how to explain.”Jungkook hums, face becoming red with the next question he’s thinking about.“And…and pissing?”“P-pissing?”“Yeah…Does it-Does it feel good?”Yoongi thinks he turned into a red light with how red he is. Jungkook is doing no better.“Hum…Pissing…I…why do you ask all that?”“I wanted to try and…And as you’re…you know…wearing one, I…”Oh. So that was the reason behind all those sad faces and mean comments.“You want to wear diapers?”“Yes? I don’t know…”“I mean, it’s all up to you, no one will judge. At least not in this house.”Jungkook smiles a bit, then murmurs low enough that Yoongi needs to focus on what he’s saying.“I really liked hearing you piss…”Maybe the red light doesn’t emphasize how red he is now. Yoongi feels like all his blood went up to his face, and it goes to his ears, his chest, he’s sure his fingers weren’t that red before.“I…I didn’t know you where…”God this is getting weird. Yoongi is tensed, Jungkook too, and they’re both hoping someone will come in the room. It’s as if the universe had heard them, because someone opens the door. Oh, Namjoon. Yoongi wants to jump in his arms and kiss his face.“Yoongi I need help with some- Am I disturbing?”“No!”They both speak at the same time, and Yoongi stands up so fast he almost falls. Once he’s out of the room, Namjoon looks at him with raised eyebrows.“What happened?”“I thought you needed help.”   Days pass by, Yoongi gets used to wearing diapers, to Jungkook staring every time he lets go. Jungkook has not gone past the staring, still isn’t wearing any diaper, but Yoongi can’t blame him. It took him ages to accept. He understands Jungkook is still afraid of what others think.Until one day, or more night, when Jungkook knocks on his door and opens. Yoongi and Namjoon don’t hide the fact that they’re doing the change together since Hoseok had surprised them. Hoseok can’t keep his mouth shut. And they all found it cute anyway. Jungkook has found it hot. He didn’t say it, but Yoongi could read his mind like an open book.So, Jungkook enters the room and sits down next to Yoongi, looking at them both as Namjoon places the diaper under Yoongi’s bum.“I want to try.”They both turn their head in Jungkook’s direction, Yoongi not even hiding his face from Namjoon anymore.“Try?”“Diapers.”Namjoon looks at Yoongi suspiciously.“Did I miss something?”“Namjoon, close your ears, it’s a private conversation.”“Oh, sorry.”Namjoon laughs a bit, pretending not to hear as he straps the diaper on Yoongi. He then stands up, leaving Yoongi half-naked.“Stay.”“I thought it was private.”“It is. But stay.”Namjoon plops down on the ground and listens to them, or at least Jungkook trying to word what he wants, even if they understood like ten minutes ago.“So, you want to wear diapers. That’s it, right?”Jungkook nods, head down.“I…I thought as…as you and Namjoon know how it…how it works you could…help me?”“Do you trust us for that?”“Actually I…I wanted Seokjin to…do it but…I’m afraid to ask him.”Yoongi understands. He doesn’t know how it came to the point where Namjoon started changing him, it just felt natural, but Jungkook doesn’t need diapers, he just wants them. Which makes it all a lot harder to explain to someone.“He knows.”“Huh?”“He knows I want to wear them…I just didn’t ask him to be my…the one changing them…”Yoongi hums.“Why Seokjin?”Jungkook blushes at the question.“B-because he’s… He’s, I mean…He’s impressive and…there’s that dominance that he displays and…”Namjoon hears a sound and turns around, only to see the door slightly opened, and Seokjin peeping inside. He puts a finger in front of his lips and Namjoon nods, turning his attention back to the two men speaking.“You like him.”“Yeah? No! I mean…I just want him to be my…how to call that…”“Caregiver?”Jungkook freezes. He turns into a statue, dies on the spot. He doesn’t even want to look behind him, because maybe he dreamed.“I could be your caregiver, or whatever you want to call it. You just have to ask.”Jungkook isn’t red, no, he has fire licking at his face with how hot he feels. He slowly turns his head to catch Seokjin smiling fondly at him.“I…I’m…Is it okay?”“I wouldn’t be telling you that if it wasn’t.”Jungkook squeaks and hides his face in his hands. He feels so overwhelmed.“Now, stand up bun, you need to tell me which diapers you’d like to buy.”Jungkook stands up and runs out of the room, catching Seokjin’s hand on the way.Yoongi and Namjoon look at each other, shrugging.“See, Yoongi. You’re not alone anymore.”“Shut up.”

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If you enjoy what I write, leave kudos and all that stuff. Anyway. Here's part 2 of cute af fic.   Jungkook is more than happy when Seokjin accepts to buy diapers with him. He was so scared the older would find him weird, or not want to have anything to do with his kink. He’s smiling big the whole week before his package arrive, and even bigger when they’re here.“They cameJungkook nods without turning around. He’s sitting on his bed, looking at the box. He feels like Yoongi went through the same scene. He looks up to see Seokjin still leaning on the door frame and he makes a tiny sign for him to come.“I’m…Isn’t it weird? I mean I don’t have any bladder problem and…but…”“I told you already, you don’t need to be afraid. I said I would take care of you.”“But about…seeing me naked and…”“Jungkook, you come out of the shower naked almost every day. We all saw you at least once.”Jungkook suddenly blushes. It’s true that he isn’t the most bashful from them all, but it’s all different now. Isn’t it?“You’ll still be a perfectly capable man, alright?”He nods, not quite sure why he suddenly started doubting. He’s still holding the box closed with both hands as if he was afraid, they’d jump out if he took them away.“Do you want to try them now?”“Uh…can we, I mean can I try them…tonight?”“It’s your choice Bun.”Jungkook blushes at the nickname and nods, more to himself than Seokjin.   “But for real, what if we all started wearing diapers?”Jungkook couldn’t blush more if he tried. Taehyung and his comments, Taehyung and his no filter language. They all know for Yoongi, so there’s no reaction coming from the man who is, for no reason, sitting on Namjoon’s lap. There’s a free chair just next to him.For Jungkook, it’s something else. Taehyung doesn’t know, is not supposed to know now and for as long as possible. Jungkook isn’t shy, no, he just doesn’t want them to treat him like a baby. And as the younger, he feels like it’s what would happen if he told them.“Jungkook, are you alright?”Jungkook jumps on his chair like someone spooked him and looks around, to see them all looking. Oh.“Hum, no? I mean…yes?”“I just needed the salt.”Oh right, they’re eating. He didn’t even touch his food, maybe that’s why they, or more Hoseok, got concerned.They all eat, Jungkook keeps thinking about what would happen if they knew.“Anyway, what was that box you received?”Jungkook lifts his head up with big eyes. Really? Why do they ask?“Uh…”“Who wants desert?”Seokjin suddenly stands up, and they all focus on him, Jimin long forgetting his question when food is mentioned. They all agree for desert, and Jungkook couldn’t be more thankful. Yoongi and Namjoon look at him, and Jungkook notices that Yoongi didn’t move from his spot. How are they so close suddenly? Diapers surely do a lot more than hold piss.They all eat the cake Seokjin prepared, as if he was prepared for that situation. It’s yummy, but Jungkook still feels Jimin’s gaze on him. He knows he didn’t forget his question and tries to think of something to answer as fast as possible. Nothing logical comes. He’s screwed.But maybe Jimin doesn’t want to know, because even if he’s burning holes inside Jungkook’s body he doesn’t say anything. Jungkook feels relieved.   “Could you stop moving please.”“Hurry up, the movie’s starting soon.”“We can pause it, stop moving now.”Maybe Yoongi just loves the way Namjoon grabs his hips to still him, or maybe he really needs to piss and Namjoon is taking too much time in changing him. Namjoon became a pro when it comes to Yoongi. Knowing exactly when the man needs a change, and almost treating him like a kid. He tries as much as possible to not coo over whatever Yoongi does that makes his diapers crinkle, but he gives up almost the entire time. Yoongi grew used to it and often ignores it.“Now, thanks for your stillness.”Yoongi grins and Namjoon has just time to put his hand on the door handle before he hears the familiar sound. He turns around with a deadpanned face.“Are you…seriously?”Yoongi mumbles a sorry then stands up to join the others in the living room.“What took you so long? It’s started.”“Namjoon can’t hurry for shit.”Said Namjoon enters the room and glares at Yoongi. As sweet as the boy is, he can be quite the brat when he decides it.   Movie night went great. Or at least, Jungkook thinks so. They’re all half asleep, Jimin and Taehyung are on each side of a half asleep Hoseok, who is slowly stroking their sides. It looks like he’s owning a harem. Jungkook wouldn’t be surprise. Yoongi is laying on Namjoon’s lap, securely holding his hand and they straight look like a couple. Cute. Seokjin is looking at him, a silent question to which Jungkook nods, and they’re off to his room.Hoseok sees them go but doesn’t really care at this point. He’s happy with where he is and too much curiosity is not good.“So, you want to wear one now?”Jungkook nods shyly, head kept down and staring at his phone like he does every time he’s shy about something. Seokjin laughs a bit and takes the object out of Jungkook’s hold.“Hey!”“I can’t help you if you’re not even focusing on me.”Jungkook mumbles something like “I don’t need help” and Seokjin laughs harder.“I can always leave.”“No! I mean…I…Can you help me?”“I’m here for that Bun.”Jungkook blushes, wants to look at his phone but remembers Seokjin is holding it. He looks up, then at the box still closed. It feels weird, now that they’re in the moment.   Hoseok looks down at Jimin and Taehyung. Both deep asleep, making him hot because they’re half on his body. It’s cute though, so he doesn’t try to make them move. He then looks up to see Yoongi and Namjoon sleeping, almost intertwined. He laughs a bit, movement making Jimin fall a bit from his position. He whines a bit and open his eyes, voice laced with sleep.“Oh…I should go to sleep…”Hoseok eyes him and nods, slowly waking Taehyung up. Taehyung isn’t even awake when he stands up to go to his room, and they can hear him bump into his door. Hoseok would laugh, if he wasn’t as dead. It’s past one, and they should probably wake the couple up, but they’re way too cute, so they let them be.Jimin smiles a bit, rubbing his eyes and clinging to Hoseok until they arrive to their respective rooms. Hoseok thinks clingy Jimin is the cutest.Yoongi moves a bit, finally waking up and seeing that nobody’s here, and seeing that he’s flushed against Namjoon. His diapers are dry. He suddenly straightens up, waking Namjoon with the motion.“What?”“Nothing?”“Why did you move away so fast, I was comfy.”“Uh…I…Shouldn’t we go to bed?”Namjoon nods, standing up and reaching a hand for Yoongi to grab. He does, with pleasure. They both go to their room, wishing each other good night.The house becomes silent.   There’s only one light still shining in the otherwise calm house. Seokjin and Jungkook are still discussing together, limits, things to do or not to do, preferences.“So, no talking about it during the day for the moment?”Jungkook nods, playing with the hem of his t-shirt and not looking up to meet Seokjin’s gaze.“And I’m the only one that can change you?”“Y-yes.”“If that ever changes, would you tell me?”“It won’t. But yes.”Seokjin is the one to nod this time, and he then walks to the box, opens it with a knife that Jungkook has no idea where it came from and takes out the first pack of diapers. Jungkook can’t keep the blush away. They never did that, god, he never had any bladder problems.“Take your pants off.”Jungkook blinks for a few seconds and comes back to life, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down his legs. He’s not supposed to want that, or is he? Seokjin said it was alright. He eyes up once he’s half-naked and sees Seokjin approaching. He crawls back on the bed, laying on his back with his cushion over his head to hide the fact that he’s probably as red as a tomato.“Don’t worry Bun, it’s not the first time I see your dick.”“It’s the first time you see it that close!”Jungkook grumbles from behind his armor. Seokjin shrugs. May be true, may not. Who knows? He asks Jungkook to lift his hips up and Jungkook does just that, whining when he feels the soft fabric being placed on his skin. “Such a baby, aren’t you?”“Shut up…”“I’m still older than you, Jungkook.”Jungkook just whines louder and turns on his stomach, hiding under the covers. Seokjin murmurs a “cute” before sitting on a side of the bed.“Shall I leave, maybe?”Jungkook peers out of his little hide-out and shakes his head.“No?”“No.”“Do I sleep on the floor then?”Jungkook opens the blanket wide.“Don’t be silly.”“Are you doing that in case you need a change?”“Maybe?”“You’re such a brat.”“Come on now, I’m cold.”Seokjin smiles fondly and slides under the covers, pushing his body about Jungkook’s one, because coldness, and all.Jungkook is happy, leans back and closes his eyes. They fall asleep just like that.   At some point in the middle of the night, or morning, Yoongi comes out of his room and goes inside Namjoon’s one. He doesn’t want to wake him up, so he hopes he has a quite deep sleep when he slides under the covers, diaper ruffling with the motion. He blushes a bit when he’s finally against his friend, and blushes even more when he feels his bladder relax. Really? From all moments? “Yoongi?”Yoongi jumps a bit when his name is called and hesitates to simply leave. Namjoon’s hand on his thigh keeps him there.“Did you really wait to be in my bed to piss?”“N-no…”Namjoon turns around and Yoongi just comes closer, nose nuzzling against Namjoon’s chest. The man has his hands stroking Yoongi’s scalp, and they finally fall asleep.They’re all sleeping. Hoseok keeps thinking about the heat he felt when Taehyung and Jimin where laid against him.   Mornings are nothing fun, if you ask Jungkook. He feels hot, wet, and he’s half happy about it, but half scared. What if, again, Seokjin changed his mind? He did fill the diaper up, as if his body knew he didn’t need to stand up, and as much as he enjoys the feeling, he needs to get changed. He stands up as slowly and quietly as possible and goes for the door, only to hear Seokjin groan. He freezes.“Where you goin’?”“I…I was going to…uh…take off my…”“Too soon, come back, you were heating the bed.”“It’s full…”Seokjin opens his eyes, sees Jungkook ready to leave the room with that cute flush on his cheeks.“Oh? Should I change it?”Jungkook wants to nod, but shyness is stronger, and he just looks down. Seokjin stands up to join him and grab his hand.“Come on, let’s take it off, alright?”Jungkook nods as he’s taken back to the bed. He lays down on it, legs spread. Seokjin takes some wipes they bought out of their package and opens the diaper. Full is the word. Jungkook hides his face and chuckles a bit, wanting to close his legs so hard so Seokjin can’t see. The other doesn’t seem that disturbed, and just cleans Jungkook’s skin with the wipes. He then throws it in the bathroom’s bin, because nobody would want to verify who they belong to. Not that it would matter a lot.“Now, ready. I need to prepare breakfast; can you get dressed on your own?”Jungkook nods and Seokjin leaves the room for the second time. Jungkook lays back on the bed, this time half naked. He doesn’t feel like standing up. He feels so hot. Seokjin’s hands are so soft.   Breakfast goes smoothly, they all talk together about whatever. Taehyung is way too curious about how changing goes, but Yoongi isn’t uneased at all. He answers all questions. Jungkook on the other hand is red like a tomato and tries not to look up. He’s not wearing any diaper now, sure, but just the idea of them discovering? He can’t imagine it.Seokjin looks at him a few times, making sure he doesn’t choke on his food when a comment is made. He does cough a bit when Jimin starts talking about how funny it would be if the youngest wore diapers. He has no idea how they came to that subject, and he’s not sure he likes it, but he does with that. He can’t get upset now because they would become suspicious.“It would be so cute.”Jungkook looks up, Hoseok is looking at him and he hopes with all his hoping powers that he’s not blushing like crazy. He is probably, because Hoseok smirks. But then, Hoseok smirks almost every second so it’s nothing to go by.“I would be cute?”“Yeah. I mean, the youngest, wearing diapers? It’s a thing I could live with.”As relieved as he is, he doesn’t say a word about actually wearing them. Hell, timing does great things, but it’s only been a day, and he can’t just talk about it after such a short time. He’s still a little self-conscious about his preferences. Seokjin said they have all the time in the world anyway.Breakfast ends as peacefully as it can end with seven young boys messing around, and they’re soon doing whatever they need to fulfill their day.   Night time doesn’t come fast enough, but once it’s here Seokjin doesn’t need to wait long before an overexcited Jungkook enters his room.“Sleep with me tonight?”Seokjin laughs a bit. It’s crazy how different Jungkook acts since he knows that he has no need to be afraid. He’s such a sweetheart.“Is it even a question?”Jungkook shakes his head, stepping in the room to grab Seokjin by his arm and pull him away from the game he was playing. Tranquility? Never heard of that.“I’m coming, no need to rip my arm off.”Jungkook grins and runs to his room, already laying on the bed when Seokjin finally arrives. It’s only the second time, but Jungkook is not afraid. He trusted Seokjin since long enough to know that it’s okay, if he said so. He’s okay.Seokjin grabs a diaper as if he did it his whole life and comes closer to a smiling Jungkook. Couldn’t be cuter if he wanted.“Let’s get changed?”It’s late. It’s always late when they do it. It’s their little secret, their little intimate bubble. Jungkook takes his pants off, briefs going with them, and spreads his legs, so Seokjin has access to him easier. He still blushes a lot when doing that, looks everywhere but where Seokjin is.“You don’t need to act like I’m a total stranger.”“Shush, it’s weird…”“What? Wearing diapers? Or having me that close?”Jungkook throws a corner of blanket over his face, whining behind it.“Cute. I’m almost done.”“Stop taking your time.”Jungkook mumbles, having taken a piece of the blanket inside his mouth and nervously sucking and biting on it. Seokjin eases it out of his mouth, cooing at Jungkook’s surprised face.“All done, Bun. And stop biting on the blanket or I’ll have to call you pup, at some point.”Jungkook blushes, moving a bit to hide under the covers and blushing even more when he hears the diaper. He still loves it, loves the feeling and most of all, loves having Seokjin next to him when he falls asleep. Seokjin is a big tease because he’ll always find a way for Jungkook to beg.“You want me to sleep with you because you’re afraid of the dark?”“No!”“Then I don’t need to sleep with you.”“Come on!”“What? You’re not afraid.”“Please, sleep with me!”Seokjin never lasts long because of the pout Jungkook always does, and the big puppy eyes when he looks at him, and Seokjin knows he lost.“Move, I’m coming.”Jungkook couldn’t be happier.They fall asleep, Seokjin humming songs while running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, and Jungkook fighting sleep to finally fall deep. Seokjin won’t tell him he snores like a damn truck.   “How do you think they’re doing?”“How are you doing?”“That’s not my question, Joon.”“We managed, there’s no reason they didn’t.”“Yeah. Do you think he’ll tell them at some point?”Namjoon shrugs, stroking Yoongi’s naked stomach with the tip of his fingers. They’ve gone way further than just friends but they’re not lovers. At least not yet. They just enjoy a bit of proximity, a bit of comfort coming from the other.“He’ll tell them whenever he’s ready. We have no rights to step in.”Yoongi hums, looking at the ceiling, fingers tapping the crinkly fabric of his diapers.“How do you feel about that?”“’Bout what?”“Me…asking you to change my diapers?”“Why are you asking this now?”It’s Yoongi’s time to shrug and close his eyes, taking a deep breath.“It’s weird. Isn’t it? Changing a grown-up man.”“Don’t start me on this.”Yoongi laughs a bit, biting his bottom lip and sucking on it until it’s wet with saliva.“It’s nothing normal. Nobody does that.”“Jungkook does.”“He’s young.”“You’re talking nonsense. He’s an adult too. Stop doubting your adulting capacities just because of a damn diaper.”Yoongi is maybe too emotional. He’s sure he’s too emotional when he feels tears running down his temples. Namjoon dries them without a word. Yoongi probably needed it, with all those months of pressure, of stressing over finding toilets to finally not be able to make it. It’s hard, he knows.“You’re not less Yoongi because of a piece of clothing.”“Is it even a piece of clothing?”“I’ll make sure to bring it to Top One in the fashion industry.”Yoongi sniffles, laughing shortly after.“Thanks, I appreciate that. But please don’t.”“Don’t ruin my dreams before they even started.”Imagining everybody wear diapers as a fashion thing has Yoongi lose it and start laughing so hard it hurts and he can feel a bit of piss end up in the diaper.“Now, see, you stopped being sad.”“Thank you Joon. You’re the best.”“Can’t be the best.”“Ah?”“Don’t want to steal your place.”Yoongi hits him softly on the chest, because how can he be so cheesy?“Let’s sleep.”“Good night.”Namjoon can hear Yoongi giggle almost half an hour after they supposedly went to sleep. Cute.   Hoseok can’t stop thinking. He thinks about how soft Jimin’s hands are. About how deep Taehyung’s voice can get and what the hell? He shakes his head, groaning and closing his eyes. They’re friends. Friends. F.r.i.e.n.d.s. He can’t fall for friends. Even more when there’s two of them. What kind of drugs did they put in the drinks?He's sure they do it on purpose, whatever they’re doing, and it’s driving him crazy. They can’t just lay on him every time they’re sitting on the sofa like it’s nothing. Hoseok is overdoing it but there’s that possibility, and that possibility he will not let escape. What if they’re really flirting with him?“Don’t be so dumb, god.”“Dumb about what?”Hoseok jumps a bit when he hears Taehyung’s voice, looking at his door to see the young boy leaning on the door frame.“Uh, nothing. What do you want?”“Do you want to play video games with us? Jimin bought a new one.”“Why don’t you ask Jungkook?”“No idea where he is.”“It’s two in the morning, what if I was sleeping?”“Your light is on.”Yeah, good point. Hoseok stands up, stretches and follows Taehyung to Jimin’s room. How could he believe there was anything flirty between them?   Weeks pass by, Namjoon and Seokjin become experts in diaper changing, Jungkook and Yoongi become expert in making a fuss. Hoseok is still confused about his preferences. They’re in a weird situation. Jimin keeps smiling at him but it could mean anything coming from him.   “I think I’m ready.”“For?”“Uh…to tell them I’m…I’m wearing diapers.”“Oh. Really, you don’t need to rush it.”“I know but…I don’t want to hide anything from them.”Seokjin hums, understands what Jungkook means.“Want to tell them now?”“Yes? Tonight? Or…while we eat?”“We’re eating soon. Think about it and tell me, I’ll be in the kitchen.”With that, Seokjin leaves a thinking Jungkook alone, going to prepare whatever meal he planned. They’re so lucky to not eat pizza every day, like you would await from a group of boys.By the time they’re all eating, Jungkook made up his mind, or at least tried to. He’s not sure of what the reactions will be, not sure if they’ll take it as good as they took Yoongi’s situation, because they’re far from being the same. Even if three out of six already know his secret, which means that it isn’t a secret anymore.“What are you thinking about?”Yoongi asks. Jungkook is sure he can hear the crinkles of his diapers where he sits on his chair. It could be his imagination as well.“Uh, nothing. Sorry.”“Don’t apologize.”Jungkook looks down at his plate, playing with the food. They’re not going to judge, Namjoon and Yoongi told him. They’re all older than him, they shouldn’t judge. Yoongi is wearing a diaper right now, and even if Taehyung or Jimin, sometimes, make some misplaced comments, he knows they don’t mean any harm. Why is he so scared then?He doesn’t tell anything, this time. Seokjin tells him that it’s nothing bad to not be able to tell something at first. Jungkook hums, more upset with himself than anything.   “Don’t you think Seokjin and Jungkook got really close?”Hoseok has no idea how he always ends up in Jimin or Taehyung’s room, playing video games or just sitting on their bed, talking. He’s not against it.“They’ve been close since forever.”“No, I mean, close.”“Enhancing the word won’t change anything. They were close already.”Taehyung pouts. He knows his instincts, and they tell him something is happening.“Close like Namjoon and Yoongi.”“Namjoon and Yoongi are a whole new level. I’m sure they’re boyfriends.”Hoseok looks between them both. Maybe Taehyung is right, and they got closer than ever, but he doesn’t see any reason to step in their relationship just to know what is happening.“I think we should just see what happens. They’re both adults.”“Our little Jungkookie with Seokjin? Cute!”Jimin coos, earning a slap on the back from Taehyung.“Stop it you’re going to melt.”And that’s how a fight usually starts between them. Hoseok plays the referee’s role. He should think about buying a whistle.   It’s a weird relationship that they have. They don’t do anything, just enjoy each other’s company like they would enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate during winter. They don’t feel anything more than pure admiration for the other. Yoongi is currently sitting in front of him, in the bathtub full of burning water, waiting for his massage.Namjoon takes his time, putting his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, pressing the bundles under his soft sighs.“Don’t relax too much, I don’t want yellow water.”They’re so close now, close enough that Namjoon knows he can make that kind of lame jokes without Yoongi getting hurt.“Shut up or I’ll use your mouth.”Namjoon obeys. Only for a few minutes though.“I heard about a thing called age play.”“Yeah? Is it a new game?”“Nah, it’s like adults acting like ki-”“Me wearing a diaper doesn’t mean I’m a kid.”“But it was cute.”“I’m going to act like a real kid and throw up on you when you’ll feed me.”“Why are you always so negative?”“Shut up and do your work.”Namjoon mumbles something and keeps on rubbing Yoongi’s back and neck.“I swear if you piss in the bath.”“I’m not pissing in the bath but in your mouth if you don’t shut it.”“Age play would be fun.”Yoongi turns around, tries to stay serious but just ends up hitting Namjoon in the chest. Namjoon looks up at him.“That’s crazy how unimpressive you are, when naked.”“You’ll see, when I make you drown in the water.”“Come on now, turn around, I wasn’t finished.”Tough Yoongi, but still sensitive. It doesn’t take long before he’s back in the right position. They stay in the water until it’s cold, and until their fingers have wrinkles on the tip.“Look, now you look your age.”“You can forget about age play.”“You wanted to t-”“Too late.”   “Iknowit’sweirdandlikeIshouldn’tloveitbutIlovewearingdiapersandIhopethere’snoproblemwiththat”They all turn to Jungkook. It’s those nights where they have nothing to do but play card games. Half of the rules are invented or change halfway through, but they enjoy it as much as possible. Jimin raises an eyebrow, and Seokjin has a hand in front of his mouth to keep himself from laughing.“Uh…I’m sure it was a human language but…what?”Jungkook looks down, gulping. He then eyes Seokjin who smiles softly. Self-control bitch.“What Jungkook is trying to say,”Jungkook’s eyes go wide when Yoongi starts speaking, but he has no will to stop him, so he lets him continue, to see where all of this is going.“is that he loves wearing diapers.”…Yoongi, ever heard of anything called “tact”?They all look up at him, understand Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok. Jimin makes that “ah” thing, like he suddenly understands everything in the world. Taehyung looks between Yoongi and Jungkook, smile spreading wider and wider until he can’t help but giggle, Hoseok dutifully hitting his arm. Hoseok, just wondering if this has any connection with the JinKook discussion they had a few days ago.“That’s great.”Jungkook looks up, hand clenching and unclenching on Seokjin’s own, and Hoseok is as sure as Taehyung seems to be, that something is happening between those two.“Isn’t it weird?”“Sure is, but look, Yoongi is weird probably since he was born, I’m even sure he’s not human, but we live together without any problem.”“Why am I not human??”“You stretch like a cat!”Yoongi huffs, pushing himself further into Namjoon’s chest. He’s sitting on him, because you know, even if there’s at least three free spots, Namjoon’s lap has become the best seat in town. Namjoon has his hands securely draped around Yoongi’s waist, tapping his fingers on the diaper peering out of his sweat pants. It’s normal, at this point, and nobody looks at them anymore. In this house, it is. They wouldn’t do it outside.“What Taehyung is trying to say is that we accept you like you are, and if you like wearing diapers then so be it. Don’t be afraid of wearing them when we’re here, I promise I’ll protect you from anyone, hear that Tae, anyone who makes some lame comments.”Jungkook laughs a bit when Taehyung complains about being mistreated. He can live with that.   A house with seven boys is something. A house with seven boys and two of them wearing diapers is even more.“Look how cute you look, little babies!”Jungkook blushes, Yoongi turns around, frowning.“You have three seconds to run before I kill you.”Namjoon laughs, stepping back, hands in the air.“Remember who changes your diapers. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”“I’m sure Hoseok would be willing to change them instead of you.”Yoongi approaches Namjoon with a cushion, slowly.“Keep me out of your fights, I ain’t change anything!”They both start laughing.Jungkook on his side went up to Seokjin, cuddling close to him, face nuzzled against the elder’s neck. Jimin comes behind Seokjin, squishing Jungkook’s nose.“Look how cute!”“Jimin stop it, I don’t want to clean your melting body off of the floor.”Jimin turns around to a giggling Taehyung already skipping out of the room.Running and changing diapers, that’s their new life.   “So, about age play?”“Told you, too late.”“But there’s a possibility, still, right?”“Maybe.”“And what are the percentages?”“Change me before I piss myself are the percentages.”Namjoon sighs, finishing his work and falling next to his…friend? Is it even his friend at this point? Yoongi cuddles closer, grabbing one of Namjoon’s arms to wrap around him.“Percentages are going up for every good action you do.”“How many good actions do I need to achieve?”“I think in about a hundred, I’ll rethink about it.”Namjoon makes a sound, halfway between a laugh and a whine.“Now stop being so noisy, good night.”“It’s not even eight…”“I said good night. Be careful, percentages go down faster.”“Why are you always so mean.”“I’m being firm, so you learn your lesson.”“You’re supposed to be the kid, in the age play thing, not me.”“Ten percent just flew right under your nose. Good night.”“I-…Why do I even fight. Good night.” Here's my twt

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JinKook, Psycho!Jungkook, it's still kinda soft? Can do worse if you want uwu. jfoewajfew m'sorry if it sucks

“Who were you with?”It’s the first question Seokjin hears every time he comes home from work. It’s starting to get on his nerves, how jealous Jungkook can be over futile things.“At work, like approximatively every day of the week, Jungkook.”Jungkook snorts, coming closer to the elder with that gaze Seokjin knows only too well.“I’m asking who you were with, not where you were.”“With my coworkers, obviously.”Seokjin knows exactly what Jungkook wants to hear, he knows he wants to catch him doing something wrong, even if it’s just him looking for a second too long at a stranger, or even a stranger looking at him. Everything is a reason to be punished.Jungkook is younger, that doesn’t mean he respects Seokjin, that just means Seokjin feels humiliated every time Jungkook fucks him hard into the bed. He doesn’t complain, Jungkook is a sweetheart when he wants. Just, when he decided Seokjin did something wrong, like tonight, it’s another face of the mask that he shows.“Hyung, you know I don’t like it, when you come late…”Late. Seokjin came thirty minutes late because of traffic jams. It’s not like he took two hours or something, but even if it was one minute, Jungkook would complain with that oh so annoying voice.“I’m sorry Kook, couldn’t make the car fly.”And he knows jokes are nothing to go by in such a situation, but Seokjin is already stressed by said situation, so making it worse or better doesn’t change anything. He just waits for Jungkook to make the first step whatsoever.“Hyung is being really insolent right now. Bedroom, and naked.”As insolent as Hyung is, right now, it doesn’t take long for him to obey and walk to the room, clothes falling from his body and on the floor. He doesn’t bother grabbing them, knows they’ll be taken care off by a very angry-aroused Jungkook. He at least can do that if he’s going to bruise Seokjin’s body.   “Hyuuung, you were really, really not funny…”That voice, that complaining, so hurt voice Jungkook does when he speaks to Seokjin, like he’s the reason for his bad luck. Which bad luck? Seokjin asks himself sometimes too. Jungkook has his fingers in Seokjin’s hole, bottle of lube laying not too far from him, and he adds a copious amount directly on the rim, making Seokjin shudder.“It’s cold!”“Oh yeah? Not cold enough if you can complain.”Seokjin huffs, Jungkook didn’t go too far for now, is just finger fucking Seokjin until he’s excited enough, stopping just before he comes. He wants to bring him to that point where tears fall from his eyes and his lip is bitten so hard it bleeds. Only then, will he start playing for real. Seokjin knows the rules, he knows what Jungkook is up to, he did it so many times. Still, his body isn’t used, or doesn’t seem to want to get used. He still whines lamentably when Jungkook takes his fingers out, wiping them in Seokjin’s hair and yanking his head back, whispering.“See, that’s your fault, you should’ve made the car fly.” Jungkook is still totally dressed, never bothers taking his clothes off, because Seokjin doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve anything, he’s so ungrateful. Jungkook looks at Seokjin, on all four, upper body being maintained by trembling arms. He won’t make it. Jungkook smiles, pushes his fingers back inside the slowly widening hole. Two become three, three become four.“Could fuck my fist inside you, you would take it like the slut you are.”But then, just before Seokjin can beg for the fist, Jungkook goes back to one finger. One. And Seokjin wants to scream and trash on the bed in frustration. He sighs unevenly, hips automatically thrusting back on Jungkook’s finger.“Oh, I’m sorry, you wanted the fist? Too bad, I give it only to people who are able to make cars fly.”Seokjin could laugh with how annoying Jungkook is getting with his own joke, but he’s too frustrated, just wants to come, just…fucking come.Jungkook decides to stop fingering Seokjin at some point, just presses his still clothed body to his naked one, grabs his ass cheeks to spread them and grind his clothed cock against the sensitive skin, making the elder moan. He does that until Seokjin’s body tenses, meaning he’s about to come. So sensitive, Seokjin, just needing some right placed rubs to reach orgasm.“You’re dripping, so sweet. You know what comes next?”Seokjin knows, but he knows how Jungkook hates having the words taken out of his mouth, so he shakes his head. It’s always the same comment he receives.“Such a dumb whore, after so much time. It’s spanking, Jin, get it in your head.”Spanking. Seokjin kind of likes it, the pain. Then again, it always depends of what Jungkook uses. When it’s the hand, it’s alright. If it’s a whip, Seokjin is a bit more apprehensive.As Jungkook makes no moves of going up Seokjin knows it’s going to be the hand, and he swallows a relieved sigh. It could be a reason for Jungkook to actually go grab the thing.“Ass up, Hyung.”Seokjin lifts his ass up, feeling that pinch in his heart and hearing that annoying little voice in his head, that he hears like Jungkook’s, tell him how shameful it is to obey to someone younger. He ignores the voice, or the voice disappears when the first spank lands on his skin. It burns. Jungkook never goes gently.“Today, it’s going to be as much as I want. Bear with it.”Seokjin just nods, wincing when a second slap echoes through the room and through his entire body. It’s as if the sound rang inside his guts. It makes his dick twitch as much as it makes his brain send pain signal. He’s so confused, and Jungkook loves it. Seokjin can’t decide if he needs to moan or cry in pain, can’t decide if he wants to focus on his dripping cock, or on the heat he feels exiting from the spanks. He ends up moaning in what sounds like pain and pleasure mixed.“Such a pain slut you are, Hyung. Such a pain slut…”Seokjin can’t deny a so obvious fact, so he just bites his lip to stop more moans from coming, because as right as Jungkook is, he hates letting him win. He won a long time ago? Yes, that’s the problem.One spank after the other, until Seokjin’s ass is a deep red, until Jungkook’s hand starts itching, and then he stops.“Turn around, lay on your back. Want to fuck you.”“Am I just a toy now?”“Of course, what else could you be?”Seokjin huffs, turning on his back, legs spread. As hurtful as it sounds, he makes himself believe he loves it, loves when his boyfriend gets overly jealous because it means attention brought to him. Maybe too much attention, maybe.Jungkook doesn’t waste time undressing, who does? He just unbuckles his pants, takes his hard cock out and fucks it right into Seokjin’s hole, bottoming out in no time, not letting Seokjin room to get used to the intrusion before pounding into him. Seokjin won’t lie. He loves it.He’s grabbing the sheets, body jolting with every harsh thrust, being held down by a hand around his neck, cutting his respiration every now and then when Jungkook suddenly decides to press harder. When it’s not the hand around his neck it’s Jungkook nibbling at Seokjin’s skin, rolling his hips slower before biting right there, just under his ear. Seokjin knows there’s blood, there must be because it hurts so much.“Fuck, Kook, stop with your biting habit you freaking dog!”Jungkook grins, licking at the newly made wound and sucking the tiny amount of blood out. Seokjin whines because while doing that, Jungkook totally stopped moving. It just takes one hip roll for Jungkook to start again, slowly. Too slowly.“Could you maybe go faster?”Jungkook stops, looks down at Seokjin with a dark glare.“I’m sure I bought a silent toy.”Seokjin understands the message, but that doesn’t keep him from pouting and crossing his arms. Not that it changes anything for Jungkook. Seokjin goes to the point where he doesn’t make a sound when Jungkook bites on his shoulder, doesn’t make a sound when his nails dive in his hips, probably marking them, doesn’t complain when he starts going brutally fast again, probably bruising his ass and thighs. He just takes it with the very serious mission to keep this pout on his mouth, to show how unhappy he is. Or just to mess up a little more with Jungkook.“Stop making that dumb face now.”“I’m not talking, I’m a toy.”“God Hyung, you just talked.”“Oh, my bad, I’m shutting up.”Jungkook hides a smile by biting Seokjin’s skin again, the urge of marking him, making him bleed, making him his and only his. Hickeys are not enough, they disappear. He wants scars, wants him to remember forever who he belongs to. Seokjin on the other side has reached his lovely subspace and the pout slowly disappears, he finally lets himself fall under Jungkook’s magic spell, his words, his bites, his cock fucking deep inside him, where it always belonged. It’s not long before Seokjin’s body starts tensing, it’s not long before Jungkook takes his cock out.“I- Jungkook!”“Do I need to tape your fucking mouth for you to shut up?”Seokjin shakes his head, wave of pleasure weakening to finally disappear. He almost came. Almost must be his second name by now. Because Edging is Jungkook’s second name, it fits. The younger pushes back inside Seokjin once he’s sure the man won’t come as soon as he rubs his prostate. What fun would it be? Jungkook has enough stamina to edge Seokjin at least three times, and then, he can always use his fingers.He does just that, edging Seokjin until he’s begging for release, until his back is arching, tears running down his temples.“Hyung, you look so good like that, all fucked up…”And Jungkook leans down to whisper in his ear, because he knows he’s listening even when his gaze is unfocused.“Am I doing a good job ruining you, Hyung?”Seokjin doesn’t even fight the whine that escapes his lips, because he couldn’t even if he wanted. He babbles what sounds like a yes, or a choked moan when Jungkook presses his dick against his prostate.“You can come if you want!”And Seokjin wants to believe it, wants to come, but he knows that as soon as the first signs will appear, Jungkook is going to pull out. He knows him as if he dated him for years. Oh, wait. He did.Jungkook ends up jerking off on top of his stomach, his come landing on Seokjin’s chest. Seokjin? Coming? If Jungkook is nice enough to let him jerk off, maybe. For now, he’s just his toy, and toys don’t need to come, they’re toys.Jungkook isn’t nice today, because Seokjin made him jealous and he should know better than come late from work. Traffic jam? Not a good reason.“Hyung, open your mouth.”Seokjin does, he must listen, why should he not? He knows what’s coming anyway, it’s not like it’s the first time. Jungkook pushes the head of his cock inside Seokjin’s wet mouth, fucking right inside him. He’s not chasing any orgasm, no, he just wants to empty his full bladder, always needs to piss so much after sex. Seokjin is just the fastest way to do it. His body is so used to that feeling that as soon as Seokjin licks his slit the first spurt of piss leaves his cock, landing in Seokjin’s awaiting mouth. They both moan, one from relieve, the other from having his mouth full of piss. Seokjin swallows, dick twitching at the taste. It’s…Jungkook, so it must be good. Some of the liquid trickles on each side of his mouth, landing on the bed. Jungkook takes his still pissing cock out of Seokjin’s mouth at some point, wetting his face, his hair. He looks so much better like this.“I’m sure no-one will approach you if you smell bad.”“Wouldn’t be the first time you make me go to work smelling like shit.”“You have your own office, who cares?”“I still need to cross the whole building.”“Oh, I have an idea.”Seokjin looks at Jungkook with raised eyebrows when the younger just leaves the bed, leaving him wet, smelling, excited and still oh so fucking horny. He comes back a few seconds later though, holding a black pen.“What are you…”“Shut up, toy. I’m putting my name on you, so I don’t lose you, you know, like kids do with their toys?”Seokjin can’t believe it, wants to laugh. Jungkook thinks twice then, finally putting the pen down.“Let’s clean you first.”“Uh…maybe let me come?”“Cold water will do the trick.”“I’m-”“You made me jealous, you don’t deserve to come.”“You’re always jealous.”“You’re always making me jealous.”Seokjin sighs, lets Jungkook clean him with a wet towel, taking his time when it comes to his cock, rubbing the head with the towel. Seokjin moans, hips bucking up. Jungkook slaps his thigh to still him and the elder can’t stop the sob that tears his throat. He sounds so pathetic.“Are you crying now? Is it too much? Want to come?”Seokjin nods, again and again. He nods until his neck hurts. Jungkook just laughs, rubbing Seokjin’s cock harder. It doesn’t take long for Seokjin to come, covering the towel with his semen.“Look what you’ve done, I wanted to clean you and that’s how you thank me?”Jungkook pushes the towel inside Seokjin’s mouth, kissing his nose and grinning.“Let me take a shower, sweet boy.”Seokjin moans, crossing his arms.Jungkook is still the worst boyfriend, but he loves him. dis is it.

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Feminization, Crossdressing, Omo, Scat, uuuuh...I think that's it? if you don't like, don't read.   Namjoon works as a business man in some well-known company, Jimin doesn’t really understand, but he always comes home in different suits and it does something to his little dick. He doesn’t know why, don’t ask him. So, one day, as he comes back from home, all tired and angry, Jimin is waiting, naked, and promptly asking him to fuck him with everything he as on. The older is a bit surprised at first, but who would be his Jimin if he didn’t have some weird preferences. Jimin never came so hard that night. Tonight, they’re doing something they planned since the week before. It’s a Saturday so nobody is too tired, too riled up or too something. They are using Namjoon’s private office. The one Jimin doesn’t have access to, normally.“Don’t take it for granted. You’re still forbidden the rest of the week.”Jimin hums, all bouncy and smiley. He waited for this for days and now, his boyfriend is sitting at his desk, looking up, and he really looks like a teacher. Even a director. Jimin feels shudders run through his body. The younger is wearing a girl’s school uniform, dusty pink skirt and white shirt, short sleeved, as well as a light pink scarf. If you ask Namjoon, he’s the prettiest he’s ever been. The thing is, this night is not about being nice.“Jimin?”“Yes?”Namjoon looks up to see a smug smile on Jimin’s lips. He really is made for this kind of roles, it falls so naturally to him.“Is it how you talk to your teacher?”“Is It hOw yoU TaLk tO yOuR TeaChEr?”If Namjoon was really a teacher and Jimin really a student, believe me he would have difficulties not sending the boy through the window. He is too good.Jimin loves playing the bitchy student, loves the consequences, the spanks, the whole scene. The aftercare.“Do I need to punish you?”“Maybe I need to punish you, Mr. Kim.”Namjoon knows it’s a game but Jimin has his blood boiling so fast that he feels dizzy for a moment. When he stands up, he’s surpassing Jimin a good head. It doesn’t keep Jimin from smirking, doesn’t keep him from sticking his tongue out. Namjoon is so done with this attitude, so done with his baby acting like some bossy bitch. He rounds the table, pulling Jimin to him, looking him dead in the eyes.“Mrs Park. I’m being serious, may you please drop that attitude.”Jimin looks up, smile never leaving his face. Oh. Namjoon is angry? Jimin wants to kiss him so much, but he needs to stay in his role. He’s the best in making Namjoon’s nerves burn. He’s the best at everything.“I’m being serious too, Mr. Kim.”Namjoon is used to it, right? He’s so used to it, they are both, and when Jimin feels a hand in his hair, he knows he lost.But when Namjoon pushes him on the table, body bend over the surface, Jimin becomes suddenly aware that he needs to use the bathroom.“I-I need to pee…”“Oh, what a shame. If you weren’t acting so bitchy, I would’ve let you, but you’ve been having that damn attitude with me for the past hour, so you’ll have to hold it.”Jimin whines, squirming on his spot. He receives a slap on his thigh, just under the skirt (it’s really short), and the pain makes his body jolt, and his bladder cry. He really needs to go, but Namjoon won’t let him because he has been bad. He almost regrets it. Almost.“I’m going to fuck that bratty demeanour out of your mind.”Jimin is going to be fucked dumb? He can’t wait, drool already falling from his mouth. He forgets his bladder for the time being. Namjoon doesn’t bother undressing Jimin, he just has to lift the skirt up to see his pretty pink panties. It’s so cute, suits him so well. He wants to tell him, but it would break characters. He’ll tell him later.When Jimin feels a finger enter his ass he sighs happily, only to be slapped hard a second after.“You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”“’m not.”Namjoon raises an eyebrow. Jimin is good at playing roles but has always been bad at lying.“You’re not? I was about to tell you you could go to the toilet in a few minutes, but if you’re lying, I may as well not let you go at all.”Jimin whines again, reminded of his full bladder. And he knows it’s not just piss. And he has to hold it until the end of the scene? Knowing his boyfriend, said one is going to make it last hours. He wants to see Jimin lose it, wants to have a reason to worsen the punishment.“M-Mister Kim…”Namjoon hums, adding a second finger, thrusting them in and out, willingly skipping the bundle of nerves deep inside. He doesn’t want Jimin coming, he wants him desperate, drooling for anything.“If you mess my documents, I’m going to make you write them one by one.”Jimin hears it but it’s too late, he loves it so much, loves being fucked dumb. He is going to mess the documents, of course, or it would mean he didn’t like it. The third finger comes faster than intended (not that anything was intended, but if Jimin counts the seconds in his head, it’s been faster. Namjoon is greedy). Jimin moves his hips against the fingers, trying to get them deeper, trying to get some friction on his prostate. Namjoon knows the boy could come just from prostate stimulation.“You’re still not supposed to love it.”He says, pulling his fingers out, resulting in a broken sob coming from Jimin.“Don’t stop!”Namjoon looks at him, bending over the flushed boy.“I’m sorry? Was it an order?”“Yes!”Namjoon laughs and Jimin furrows his brows, pouting. He wiggles his ass, trying to get Namjoon to fuck him, put his fingers back, anything. His bladder is left behind, again. Not for long.“Need!”“Mrs Park, this is not how you speak to your teacher.”Namjoon’s voice is so cold, so arousing… Jimin moans, and if he doesn’t want to fuck him, he’s going to make it all by himself. Namjoon watches bewildered as Jimin brings his own fingers to his hole, putting them inside. It’s not enough, and Namjoon smirks, knows it. So, he simply waits for Jimin to realise by himself.“What are you doing? Acting like a slut, again?”Jimin shakes his head.“Stand straight.”Jimin blinks, looks behind him.“Park Jimin.”The boy straightens suddenly, almost falling down.“Don’t move. If you do, I’ll fasten you to the wall.”Jimin doesn’t move, doesn’t even nod. Every moves count, and he knows it. He’s hard, leaking, face red and lips bitten. Namjoon did just that. Left him alone in the room. He did it on purpose. He’s mean like that, leaves with no reasons, leaves Jimin to be desperate about anything inside him. He’s then suddenly reminded that he needs to pee when a wave of desperation hits him. He’s not supposed to pee now. He could discreetly skip to the toilets, have his business and come back? Namjoon would know. He knows everything.Namjoon comes back with a vibrator, and Jimin moans already. He can’t wait. He needs to pee. He wants the thing inside. He needs to shit too. God, it’s too much already.“N-need the toi-”“Shut up. I already told you you’re not going anywhere. On all four.”Jimin obeys, drops on his hands and knees. Namjoon kneels behind him, forcing Jimin’s head down so his ass stacks up. He circles the wet rim with the tip of his finger, making Jimin sigh. The toy starts vibrating when it’s not even inside, and Namjoon wanders it on Jimin’s thighs, going up his ass, on his perineum, making the boy jerk away and let out a desperate cry.“N-need…”“To pee, yes. Make a mess and you’ll regret it.”Jimin sobs, feeling so good but having his stomach start to hurt. He needs to release but can’t. He regrets drinking all those juices Namjoon got him. They were yummy, for his defence.“B-but…Need…Need s-so bad…hurts…”Namjoon ignores Jimin’s supplications, finally letting the toy enter Jimin’s tight walls. The young boy whimpers, desperation becoming less and less bearable.Then Namjoon is pounding at his prostate with the toy and Jimin is whining and drooling all over the floor, creating a pool of saliva, quickly sucked by the carpet. It makes a darker spot where it falls.“Look at my little slut, unable to fucking swallow, hm? Too dumb to do something that simple?”The mean words go straight to Jimin’s aching cock, making him want to ride the carpet, get anything, beg. He’s too hard now to pee, and it hurts so bad but feels so good. He can feel his body give up, feel the shit push against the toy. He knows Namjoon will hate it, but he has to go, can’t keep it inside anymore.Namjoon feels a resistance and when he pulls the toy back the first log follows a mere second after.“I-I’m sorry…!”Jimin’s chest is wrecked by a loud sob, as shit lands on the carpet. The probably more expensive than a house carpet. Jimin feels bad but oh so relieved. He scrunches his nose, pushing another log, because he’s fucked it up already, he might at least finish what he’s doing. Namjoon is sitting behind, looking in a mix of surprise and amusement. Maybe arousal? His Jimin is sexy, it’s a fact. Even in such a humiliating situation.“Can’t listen, can you? Just a dumb slut unable to control her bladder, aren’t you?”Jimin nods, moans falling from his lips as a last log, tinier, makes his way out of his hole. Pee comes naturally after, and he lets out a sigh of pleasure when he hears it hit the carpet. He has no idea why, but the fact that he’s doing something so wrong has his cock twitching.“Should I call you my little dog? Put you on a leash? Make you eat in a damn bowl?”Namjoon has a hand on Jimin’s lower back, thumb stroking the skin. Still, his voice is cold, Jimin takes it seriously and slowly nods his head. If Namjoon is surprised he doesn’t show it.“Alright. But first I need to punish you. I said you couldn’t go to the toilet and what do you do? You make a mess over my carpet? Do you know how much it was?”Jimin doesn’t answer, first because he knows Namjoon doesn’t await any answer, it was rhetorical, and second because he has his face pressed against his mess, the wet spot having extended largely enough that his nose is now right in. It doesn’t smell good but still, when Namjoon orders him to lick, he does. It begins with shy kitten licks, to get a grasp of the taste, and feel his cock twitching once again, it ends up with him lapping at the wetness like it was the best meal ever, precome dripping on the carpet, adding to the mess.“Such a dog…worse than a dog.”Namjoon chuckles, hand firmly secured around Jimin’s neck. With his other hand he pulls on Jimin’s panties.“Look at that mess, your cute panties dirtied by your own waste, because you couldn’t keep it in. Pathetic.”Jimin knows he shouldn’t, but he moans, pushing his hips against Namjoon’s fingers.“Oh? You want me to fuck you through your shit? And what? Lick it clean maybe? You’re disgusting.”Has he always been that much into degradation? Jimin doesn’t know, but Namjoon’s cold voice, his firm hold on his body, the way he openly mocks him…it does something to his body, to his mind. He’s soon crying.“Color?”“G-Green…please…fuck me…”“Why would I fuck that messy hole? Hm?”“P-please! T-teacher…please!”Namjoon stays silent for a moment, and during that time Jimin is afraid he messed something up. That until he feels something prod at his entrance. He moans even before being penetrated, moans loud, begging, ass wiggling. He knows Namjoon has his knees in his waste and it turns him on even more. It’s not hard for Namjoon to thrust inside in one go, Jimin is surprisingly wet. There’re a few seconds where he doesn’t move, waiting for Jimin to lose patience. A slap calms him down immediately.“Stay still.”Jimin does…or at least tries too, but Namjoon won’t move one bit and it’s starting to frustrate him.“I forgot to tell you this is your punishment.”Jimin whines, because what kind of punishment is that? If he’s not going to move Jimin is going to fall asleep.“M-move…please…”“I’m going to move. You’re just not allowed to come at all. If you do, no coming for a week. That means no games.”“Mean!”“You messed up my carpet. You’re the mean one.”Jimin whimpers, pushing back to have Namjoon’s dick go deeper. It’s pleasant, feels so good, but not for long. He enjoys the moment where his arousal isn’t too high, and he doesn’t need to fight any orgasm from exploding.“Now, are you going to be a good girl and take everything I give you?”  Jimin nods, mouth opening wide and eyes closing when Namjoon starts thrusting harder, one hand in Jimin’s locks, the other on his hip, nails diving in the soft skin and surely living marks. Jimin loves them. It’s messy between their skin, shit squelching, sticking to both their thighs, around Jimin’s hole and on Namjoon’s cock, but none of them seem to care, too lost in pleasure to take their surroundings into account.Namjoon leans down, latching his lips around a spot on Jimin’s neck, sucking hard. Jimin moans loud, hips thrusting back, cock dripping so much precome he’s not sure he’s going to last.He doesn’t. Just a few more thrusts right into his prostate and he’s spilling all over the already ruined carpet. Namjoon comes right after as Jimin clenches around his cock, and he slowly pulls out, chuckling.“So…I guess we’re up for a week without sex.”“N-no!”“No? Maybe I should just make you rewrite all my documents? You made such a mess drooling all over them.”“D-documents…”“Really?”Jimin nods, almost crying.“Alright baby. Let’s get cleaned up first. You’ve made such a mess.”“’m sorry…”“Don’t be love, I practically made it happen.”Jimin smiles big, jumping into Namjoon’s arms. He’s greeted with a warm embrace, hands in his hair, soft kisses on his neck.“Love you.”“Hmm…love you Joon…”   Thank you for reading, i'm tired and hungry follow me on twitter. pls. very pls.

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This fic contains hair, blowjobs, face fucking, fluff, ass eating, riding, I probably forgot some.I'm dead but I hope you enjoy.  “Don’t shave!”Namjoon blurts it out when he sees Taehyung take the razor. Taehyung turns to him, eyebrows raised.“I’m sorry?”“D-I mean…Don’t shave?”Confusion can be read on Taehyung’s features. Namjoon sure is cute, with his pink oversized shirt, still half-asleep.“Why?”Here’s the trap. Why? Isn’t it weird, to like hair in a society where it seems to be the number one enemy?“I…It could occur that I maybe, and I say maybe, and I insist on that fact, possibly, again, may like it.”Taehyung snorts, putting the razor down.“In short, you love my body hair. What if I was just going to shave the hair on my head?”Namjoon gasps, eyes wide and shakes his head energetically.“Nope. Not in this world.”“Yeah, that would be bad.”Namjoon nods.“How would I even play with your hair?”“Playing with the hair on my legs would be weird, or?”They both look at each other, shaking their head.“We should try new things.”“Never shave again. Don’t kill the poor little hair on your body, you don’t have a lot and I possibly like them.”“You love them, just say it.”“possibly”   Namjoon opens the door so hard it makes both Taehyung and him jump in surprise.“Tonight. I want…I mean…you know the thing I possibly like?”“Hair. It’s not a bad word you know.”Namjoon still being shy about the subject, that makes Taehyung’s heart jump faster, maybe it melted a bit already.“Yeah, hair. But not any, only yours, because it’s you and I love you very much and you know, I’m not that weird, I mean…you know, liking hair and-”“Joon? It’s alright. You’re alright.”Namjoon nods and closes the door, going God knows where. Taehyung smiles dumbly, feeling affection mix with his blood (or something like that).   “Do I go for kinky or romantic? Is hair romantic? People say it’s ugly. What does an ugly setting look like?”Taehyung went to work, Namjoon is walking in the house, talking to himself. He’s not wearing anything but his underwear, and he might be cold but the anxiousness he’s feeling makes him forget about that.“But maybe he likes it? He didn’t say no. But if the setting is bad…maybe he’s going to get turned off. Well, he never got turned off before. Did he?”It lasts twenty minutes before he makes up his mind. Nothing. He’s going to do nothing about any setting. He’s not a damn porn producer. Taehyung has always been happy with the Namjoon Naked On The Bed scenario.So, that he does. He undresses (that goes pretty fast) and waits on the bed. He turned the lights off and took his phone to text Taehyung about the fact that he’s waiting. Because Taehyung needs to praise him for that. Taehyung needs to praise him for everything (even breathing, please). Namjoon functions on praises. I’m here in an hour baby. If you’re cold just put something on, I’ll rip it off ;)I’m not cold! Namjoon is blushing, Taehyung is a weird dom. He doesn’t play with power but with trust, he doesn’t force Namjoon to do anything, never forced him to wait naked for him if he wasn’t feeling like it. Taehyung is the best if you ask Namjoon, but Namjoon’s opinion is biased.So, of course, because waiting one hour naked on a bed is a bit too much for his body, he ends up putting one of Taehyung’s shirts. It smells a bit like him, and a bit like soap.   Taehyung comes home to utter silence, and for a moment he wonders if Namjoon fell asleep, which wouldn’t be a first. It’s cute, seeing that he prepared everything only to fall asleep ten minutes before Taehyung is home.This time, no, Namjoon is just waiting, blushing hard.When Taehyung opens the door and sees him, dressed in one of his shirt and sitting in the middle of the bed he can’t not coo. Look at him, look at those eyes, that blush on his cheeks. Who wouldn’t coo?“Hi baby.”“Hi!”“Had a great day?”Namjoon hums, waits for Taehyung to undress. It’s so…casual. Namjoon loves casual, loves not having to set twenty candles and throw rose petals all over the floor because it’s a pain to clean after. He just loves the simplicity of sex with Taehyung.When naked, Taehyung joins Namjoon on the bed, climbing over him and sitting down there. Again, Namjoon loves having Taehyung on him, loves the weight, loves Taehyung. He doesn’t top, never, but that doesn’t keep them from making out in that position. Everything is simple.“What do you want to do with my hair?”Namjoon blushes, captures Taehyung’s lips between his own to keep from answering, but Taehyung just laughs against them, breaking the kiss.“Uh…I…I want to c-come on them?”Oh fuck? How is that the hottest thing Taehyung heard? He can picture it perfectly, Namjoon being desperate to come and making a mess on his happy trail or wherever.Namjoon looks away until he feels fingers on his chin, and Taehyung is looking at him with so much affection that he feels like he’s going to die.“Stop being so embarrassed by that, it’s fucking hot.”Namjoon is even more embarrassed when he feels his cock, hard cock, don’t ask when, suddenly twitch. Taehyung sees it too and fuck, he might want it even more now. His little Joon, all overwhelmed just because of some body hair? Sign him in. He backs a bit until he’s not straddling Namjoon’s legs anymore.“Wanna ride me?”Namjoon nods and Taehyung lays down on the bed. Namjoon sits on him and already his hands are touching his happy trail. Unshaved. Yes. Namjoon loves the feeling.“Are you going to come on it? Make it all sticky?”Namjoon bites his lower lip, nodding slowly. His cock is already dripping precome and he blames it on Taehyung’s voice, but they both know it’s just the hair. Not that Namjoon doesn’t love Taehyung without them, but there’s something about Taehyung being hairy that arouses Namjoon.The hand on Namjoon’s cock surprises him and he gasps, looking down. Taehyung’s thumb is rubbing against his cock’s head, spreading the sticky substance all over it. Namjoon swallows a moan, doesn’t want to appear as the most submissive even though Taehyung knows how vocal he is. He’s stubborn, that’s all.Taehyung plays with Namjoon’s cock until he knows Namjoon is close, with the way he suddenly tenses and tries his best not to come. Is it a good moment to coo?“Already coming? Overstimulation or Edging?”Namjoon thinks a bit and shows two with his fingers. Taehyung takes his hand off and Namjoon whines, even though he chose it. Taehyung laughs a bit, gripping Namjoon’s neck to bring him closer and kiss him passionately. Namjoon immediately opens his mouth so Taehyung can push his tongue inside, and the moans he’s met with, fuck, he could come undone just hearing them.“Gonna fuck you hard, hm? Keep you from coming again and again.”Namjoon nods, eyes half-opened, drool already running down his chin. Taehyung feels like coming already and nothing happened? What kind of magic creature is Namjoon?“Lube, please.”Namjoon looks at him for a moment before jumping into action. Lazy action. He stretches as much as he can without actually moving from Taehyung’s lap and is luckily able to catch the bottle. He hands it to Taehyung, immediately lifting himself a bit so Taehyung can reach his ass. He knows what’s to come. Fingers. Long ass, belonging to Taehyung, fingers. The best after Taehyung’s cock. And hair.The first finger is alright, doesn’t burn. Taehyung pushes it as far as possible, doesn’t look for Namjoon’s prostate, just stretches the muscle so it doesn’t hurt. While he’s doing that, Namjoon is playing with his happy trail, pulling on the rough hair, scratching the skin there and overall looking like he found a new treasure. Taehyung can’t keep his eyes off him. He doesn’t even react when Taehyung adds a second finger inside him.“I love you.”“Hm. Love you too.”“Oh, so you’re listening.”Namjoon looks up, smiling sheepishly.“I always listen, I’m a good boy.”Taehyung nods, pushes a third finger inside Namjoon and this time, finally, Namjoon seems to acknowledge the fullness. He pushes his hips against the fingers, grabs behind him, Taehyung’s legs, and moans at the hair he feels. Why does it find it so sexy?Taehyung moves his fingers in and out, other hand on Namjoon’s waist, holding him.After a few more thrusts without once touching Namjoon’s prostate, Taehyung stops and takes his fingers out, wiping them on the bed. Namjoon makes a face before deciding he doesn’t care about the mess, he’s about to make more.“Can I…Can I suck your cock?”Taehyung hums and Namjoon immediately goes down on it, taking the head into his mouth and sucking on it. Taehyung closes his eyes, loves the feeling of Namjoon’s fingers in his pubic hair.Namjoon is pretty good when it comes to sucking, he knows what Taehyung enjoys so that must play a big part, but still. He’s good. Taehyung’s hands end up on Namjoon’s scalp and he takes fistfuls of hair, holding them and directing Namjoon is his every move. Namjoon closes his eyes, throat opening as Taehyung starts fucking his mouth.Taehyung loves that. Fucking into Namjoon. Mouth or ass, wherever, just the hot and wet feeling around his cock, and Namjoon chocking or clenching on it. Perfect.Namjoon looks up, tears in his eyes, still caressing Taehyung’s hairy legs, nails sometimes diving in the skin and leaving marks. Taehyung went past his gag reflex and he suddenly stops, coming right down his throat. Namjoon whines because how unfair is that? Taehyung can come but he has to wait. He swallows around Taehyung’s cock, and pulls off, looking at him.“You better stay hard, or I’m breaking up.”“You’d never break up with me for that, and I’m still hard.”Namjoon eyes down suspiciously.“I see that.”Taehyung snorts. They stay there for a moment before Namjoon claps his hands.“So, fuck me. Please.”Sex is maybe way too casual. Or maybe they work like that and they don’t even ask themselves if this was the right way to ask. Is there even a right way to have sex?Namjoon comes back on Taehyung’s lap, lining himself with the other’s cock and slowly impaling himself on it. Taehyung doesn’t do anything, just holds his hips, watches him come down on his cock and observes his expression, the way he bites his lip, the way his eyes close, the way he moans when Taehyung’s cock is entirely inside.“F-feels good…”Taehyung thrusts up once, just to hear Namjoon choke on a moan.“Ride me.”Namjoon starts rolling his hips slowly, whimpers leaving his lips every time Taehyung’s cock rubs against his prostate, making more precome run out of his slit. Taehyung plays with it, collects it with his thumb and rubs it on Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon soon licks it off, groaning at the taste.“You’re so hot.”Namjoon hums, fucking himself faster on Taehyung’s cock, body tensing when he’s close to coming. But he asked him for edging, so Taehyung does a very good job at lifting him up so he can’t get the stimulation requested. He still whines loud when his orgasm flies under his nose.“T-Tae!”Taehyung does thrust back inside when he’s sure Namjoon isn’t going to come, and the sensitivity Namjoon is feeling has tears running down his cheeks. Taehyung must have a thing for crying because seeing Namjoon like that has his cock twitch. It’s just so endearing.“Such a cruel dom, enjoying w-when I c-cry…”“I know it’s because it feels good.”“M-maybe…”Taehyung thrusts hard again and Namjoon moans, grabbing Taehyung’s waist. It just feels too good and he can’t stop crying, he can’t not moan. Taehyung thrusts into his prostate, hard, pleasure making Namjoon’s blood boil. He’s about to come, again, it’s all going so fast.“D-don’t s-stop please!”Taehyung groans, fucking harder into Namjoon, nails marking his skin as Namjoon scratches his pelvis. They’re both moaning and groaning, skin slapping against skin and lube squelching every time Taehyung pulls out to push back inside.Namjoon is a mess when he comes, pushes his cock down so his semen covers Taehyung’s hair and just seeing that, fuck, just seeing Namjoon do that has Taehyung coming, deep inside the other. Namjoon whimpers, rubs his come all over the rough hair.“S’looking good.”“Are you painting my body now?”Namjoon nods, slowly rolling his hips to milk Taehyung from everything he has.“M’the best artist.”“I’m not selling this.”“It’s not sellable.”Taehyung circles Namjoon’s cock with his fingers, feeling the wetness, and Namjoon bucks his hips up, breath hitching.“I’m sensitive…”Taehyung doesn’t stop though, and Namjoon is soon getting hard again. It’s torture at this point.“On all four on the bed.”Namjoon obeys and waits for what Taehyung is about to do.“I want to eat you out.”Oh.“Wait! I…I want to…touch your…hair…”Taehyung smiles, feels his heart explode with love in his chest. How cute can Namjoon be? All shy and embarrassed about wanting things. Just how fucking cute can he get?“Come here.”Taehyung is lying down, still, and Namjoon straddles his face this time, sighing when he feels Taehyung’s tongue on his rim. He plays with his pubic hair at the same time, where come almost dried. He licks it, moaning because of the feeling on his tongue and the taste. It’s him. He made that mess.“Does hair kink have a name?”Namjoon hears the question but his brain isn’t programmed to think right now, so he doesn’t say anything. He can hear Taehyung mumble something about looking later and feels his tongue push inside soon after. Namjoon chokes on Taehyung’s name and rolls his hips on Taehyung’s tongue.It’s not long before Namjoon comes again, already worked up from everything they did, and the hair. The power of hair. He comes all over Taehyung’s chest, sadly not hairy, but he takes as much as he can on his fingers to rub it on Taehyung’s trail, again. He can hear Taehyung’s breathy laugh and he smiles too because yeah, how silly is that?“You can wash it off after…”“I can. But you can lick it clean, like you did before.”Namjoon hums, licking a fat strip on Taehyung’s hair to collect his own come. He whines at the salty taste. Taehyung is stroking his hips softly; it’s almost making him fall asleep but he has things to finish.Once Taehyung doesn’t have anything left in his pubic hair Namjoon turns around, shoving his tongue inside Taehyung’s mouth in a heated kiss. They can both taste the other, it should probably be disgusting but they’re not in a headspace to worry about that. Namjoon breaks the kiss, looking at Taehyung.“Can we…do that again?”“If I just have to stop shaving, yeah. Why not.”Namjoon hums, laying down, body pressed against Taehyung’s.“I love you.”“More than my hair?”“Of course, dumbass.”Taehyung kisses Namjoon’s forehead.“Sleep now.”When Namjoon is fast asleep Taehyung stands up and takes a wet clothe to clean him up. Namjoon never wakes up when Taehyung cleans him, he’s too used to that. Taehyung cleans himself too and joins his lover under the sheets after that. They’ll think about cleaning the bed and stuff later. For now, a good night sleep sounds greater.  Uh. Follow me on twt pls. I do polls. I'll proofread later (nope)

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Tags: Scat, scat eating, piss drinking, use of feminine names, lingerie. 
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   Jungkook is a good boy. At least, he tries to. But he’s not perfect and Jimin is really a little shit when it comes to punishment. Jungkook forgot to rinse his plate when he finished eating? That’s a spanking. Well, tonight Jimin wants to try new things. Almost new things. They’ve been into body fluids and what more a long time ago. They met because of that.“Kookie, are you ready?”Jungkook is naked on the bed, he watches at Jimin enters the bedroom, wearing just his black lingerie. Oh, Jimin is the bottom in their relationship which is…quite surprising. Not that he doesn’t fit the role, but he could appear as more of a top if Jungkook had something to think about it. But as Jimin says, he’s too dumb to think.“You know, I ate too much…”Jungkook licks his lips, nodding. He knows what that means.“I ate lots of spicy food…it would be really bad to keep all of this in my tummy, hm?”Jungkook hums, hands tingling where he keeps them on the bed. He’s not allowed to touch now, Jimin didn’t allow him.Jimin, that tease, straddles Jungkook’s lap and grinds his hips against Jungkook’s. His panties are fast to be soaked in precome and Jungkook wants to lick it.“But I can’t go to the toilet…I don’t need to, you’re here.”Jungkook nods, once again, cock rock hard and mind fuzzy.Jimin stops grinding way too fast and leans down to kiss Jungkook on his lips.“Savor that moment, baby. You’re going to smell too bad after that for me to kiss you.”Jungkook wants to savor it, tries to deepen the kiss but Jimin breaks it and the younger whines, unsatisfied.“I want to fuck myself on your dick.”Jimin mumbles, taking Jungkook’s dick in his hand and licking the head. Jungkook tries his best to not buck his hips up or grab Jimin’s hair. He’s still not allowed.“Want to make you drink my piss and eat my shit. Like the good toilet you are, right?”Jungkook moans, ignores if it’s Jimin’s dirty words or the hand around his cock. Maybe both.Jimin stops too fast once again, and Jungkook just wants to grab him by the hair and fuck his mouth, but he can’t. Jimin is the bottom, but that doesn’t mean he’s submissive, and when he wants something, he has something.The first rumbling from Jimin’s stomach makes Jungkook go wide eyed and a smirk appear on Jimin’s face, almost proud. He climbs once again on top of Jungkook’s crotch, but this time doesn’t move, just lets the first gases leave his body. Jungkook feels it on his cock, and it twitches.“You’re such a dirty boy, hm? Enjoying that way too much aren’t you?”“N-no…”Jimin doesn’t believe Jungkook, not when he’s that close to coming undone just because Jimin could potentially start shitting on his cock.“You’re such a bad liar. You know what I do to bad liars?”Jungkook shakes his head even though he knows, and Jimin rolls his eyes in annoyance.“I make them eat the shit they say.”Jungkook’s cheeks take a reddish color as he looks away, mouth opening almost automatically even before Jimin has moved from his position to sit on Jungkook’s face.He lets out a low chuckle.“My, what a good boy, but that won’t cancel the punishment. I don’t like liars.”Jungkook whines when Jimin’s ass is over his face, hands placed on Jungkook’s chest to hold himself a bit higher and not smother the man under him. Not that Jungkook would complain. He even tries to lick at Jimin’s hole, knowing that the mess could come any second.A second rumbling makes itself hear in the quietness of the room, and Jungkook lets out a louder moan, tongue sticking out. It’s not that he enjoys the taste. Nobody would, but it’s the fact that Jimin holds power over him, that Jimin treats him as nothing more than an object, and that makes his insides tingle pleasingly.Jimin looks down as he pushes slightly to let out another gas, and this time, Jungkook can’t escape the smell.“Fuck…”Jimin would’ve been worried he went too far if it wasn’t for the way precome kept oozing out of Jungkook’s cock.Jimin pulls his panties down, throws them somewhere on the bed and starts grinding his ass on Jungkook’s mouth, and Jungkook’s mouth is wide open, eyes closed, probably hiding how blissed out he is by the situation. He could come like that.It comes to a point where Jimin can’t really hold himself anymore, and Jungkook hears it, and the disgust he feels just makes him hornier.“I know how much you want it, beg.”Jungkook’s hands lift off the bed, swimming in the air and not knowing what to do.“You can touch.”That’s all the man wanted, and he hurries to lay his hands on Jimin’s thighs, feeling the muscles roll under the pads of his fingers.Jimin holds himself up enough for Jungkook to talk, to beg, because Jimin loves hearing it. Jimin loves hearing Jungkook beg to be punished, even if at that point they both know it’s nothing of a punishment.“P-please…I want it, need it…please J-Jimin!”But Jimin doesn’t react, and Jungkook knows exactly why, but he’s suddenly too shy to say it.“How do you call me?”Jungkook doesn’t answer immediately, takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, met with the amazing view of Jimin’s hole and balls.That could be funny, if he wasn’t that turned on.“M-mistress…”They never quite understood, even Jimin, why he got off so fast to people calling him any feminine names. But he does, and that’s enough for Jungkook to comply. Jimin coming undone just because Jungkook kept moaning “Mistress” for everyone to hear? It’s precious.“Mistress please, need your shit…need it, I deserve it…”Jungkook keeps begging, begging until tears run down his cheeks. Until he can’t think past the fact that he wants Jimin to use him as a toilet, and he wants to come too, his cock is hurting, so hard.It’s all it took for Jimin to finally start pushing for real. He doesn’t need to put a lot of effort into it, as spicy food always made his transit…easier. Jungkook smells it before he tastes it, the first log of shit Jimin pushes out of his hole. It smells bad, obviously, but for Jungkook it’s one of the best perfumes he’s ever smelled. Probably because he’s in a certain headspace, with Jimin over him, and whatever he’d do would look perfect to Jungkook.Jimin’s stomach keeps rumbling when he pushed the shit entirely out of his body, meaning that there’s more to come. It didn’t land all in Jungkook’s mouth and some is landing on the bed, protected for the occasion. It’s not compact, but not quite liquid. It’s mushy. Jungkook gags as he swallows what he has in his mouth, hands holding Jimin’s thighs tight and cock twitching once again.Jimin would lie if he said he wasn’t as turned on as Jungkook, if not more. He just had better control over his reactions and can keep quiet when Jungkook becomes a moaning and begging mess.“You’re enjoying that, hm?”Jungkook moans again, waiting for Jimin to shit again, for the bad taste to fill his mouth. It’s addicting, weirdly enough.It takes Jungkook a few more minutes, a few more mouthfuls of Jimin’s waste before he feels the familiar heat in his guts, and he knows he won’t need anything but a tiny touch, even from a feather. But Jimin has better ideas. When he’s finished with using Jungkook as a toilet, he looks down at him, not even hiding the disgust on his face.“Fuck, you look nasty. Clean my hole.”Jungkook pulls Jimin closer, the man letting out a surprised yelp and a low moan when he feels Jungkook’s tongue lap at his hole to clean it. He doesn’t stop there, and even when there’s no trace of anything on Jimin’s skin does he keep licking and sucking, feeling Jimin squirm over him in an attempt to escape.“Jungkook.”Jimin’s voice still sounds firm and cold, and Jungkook immediately stops, licking his lips and tasting Jimin’s waste on them.They’re not done now, none of them has come and Jimin might be a tease, but he’s not that cruel.“You took your punishment so well,” he smiles “even if that really wasn’t one. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”Jungkook smiles sheepishly, has to almost grab the sheets to not touch his cock because he needs to come now.“How do you want to come?”Jungkook whines when Jimin leaves his position and turns around, grabbing a box of wet tissues and using them to clean Jungkook’s face as best as he can. Jungkook’s almost out of it, reactions slowed down.“Inside…”Jimin hums and throws the wet wipes in the bin that’s not far away, making a mental note of emptying it after. He then focuses his attention back on the mess under him, Jungkook.“Want to come inside me?”Jungkook nods, and Jimin doesn’t wait any longer before he sinks on Jungkook’s cock, holding his breath when going through the slight pain of the stretch. Jungkook does his best to stay still, hips slightly bucking up when he’s almost completely inside. It feels good, the slight not too dry because Jungkook’s cock had been covered in his own precome, and honestly, Jimin enjoys the little bit of pain. It’s for a great cause.Jungkook doesn’t last very long once Jimin’s walls hug his cock. It takes a minute, three slow thrusts for him to come deep inside Jimin. Jimin who comes a few seconds after, head falling back and the prettiest moan leaving his lips.“Fuck…open your mouth.”Jungkook obeys, mouth opening wide and tongue lolling out, and Jimin moves up Jungkook’s body until he can put the head of his cock on Jungkook’s tongue. He looks down, feels a chill cross his body, just thinking of what he’s about to do. Jungkook knows too, or at least he suspects what’s about to come, and the idea sends a rush of blood down to his cock, making it half-hard.It takes a few seconds before the first trickles of piss leave Jimin’s cock and run down Jungkook’s tongue, being eagerly swallowed.The stream is strong enough that Jungkook almost chokes on it, and it hurts a bit, but he’ll never complain; he’s way too happy about drinking Jimin’s piss.Once Jimin is done Jungkook reflectively licks the tip of his cock, sucking on the head until there’s nothing left, and Jimin closes his eyes, sighing happily.“Such a good boy…”Jungkook hums, eyes drooping and body relaxing. He knows they still need to shower, but he’s so tired.“Come on, let’s get yourself cleaned.”Jungkook whines, mumbles that he could stay here and wait tomorrow to get up, but he knows that’s not possible. He wouldn’t be able to stand the smell once his fuzzy headspace starts dissipating.Once they’re in the shower, Jungkook lets Jimin clean him, body rocking for- and backwards, and if it wasn’t for Jimin holding him, he would probably fall. He’s exhausted.“Come on, we’re almost done.”Jimin smiles, softly kissing Jungkook’s neck. The warm water just makes it that harder to stay awake, and it’s not long before he’s half asleep, automatic mode on when Jimin pulls them out of the shower and wraps Jungkook in a fluffy towel.He sits Jungkook down on the sofa in their room before going to take the protection off the bed and clean it, changing the sheets too and opening the window. They won’t sleep in that room tonight, how lucky that they have a second bedroom for when they were just roommates and not kinky lovers.They lay down, Jungkook still naked because he didn’t want to get dressed, Jimin wearing just a pair of underwear.“You did so good tonight. I love you.”Jungkook hums and lifts a hand, forming a heart with two of his fingers, and Jimin laughs at that, kissing said fingers.“So cute. My cute baby.”Jungkook falls asleep like that, feeling loved and cared for, and Jimin’s fast to follow.    It's a bit short but I hope you enjoy :( 
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Hi loves!  So, for requests, as it's the "Is it Weird" Series, I'll take anything that isn't "normal", every taboo shit that comes to your mind. I will try my best in fulfilling all your wishes. My only limit is underage sex. But other than that, you can request whatever fantasy you have, whatever horror movie scenario or sick needs. I'm here for it. Thanks byyye

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Tags: Emeto, vomit, daddy kink, sir kink, master kink, voyeurism, threesome, sickfic, forced vomiting This chapter is part of an AU, so:
part 1

part 2

part 3
 
They can be read separately, but it's better to read as a whole to understand (?) the situation.
 It was all Taehyung’s fault anyway. Yoongi had no reason to explain himself to whoever, if whoever were to see him. It’s all because of Taehyung’s weird kinks, because he’s been exposed to them for so long. He literally threw up on his hands multiple times, on his dick…what did he expect? Fuck, it just felt so good, so warm, and so horribly disgusting.Yoongi feels his cock twitch just thinking about it. Taehyung isn’t here, he’s alone in his studio and he doesn’t want to call Taehyung just for…something as…sick as this. He can do it himself. He surely can.The idea brings a wave of nausea to him, but that wave makes his cock twitch, as if being sick was the thing, the turn on.He knows it’s going to stink, it smelled so bad in the practice room, even with the windows opened, but god if he wasn’t hard as fuck just watching the mess, just watching Taehyung, cock hard, trembling, vomit covering his chin and lap. Even the floor got messy. Ah, such good memories.But he can’t mess his computer, can he? So he rolls back with his chair to the middle of the studio, where there’s no carpet, no stuff too expensive to be ruined by weird kinks.When he’s sure he won’t mess anything, he unbuttons his pants, bringing them down as well as his underwear. He knows how hard it is to clean up that sort of mess, and how the smell sticks to the clothes even after a week. How many times did they have to throw Taehyung’s clothes away? Not that it ever was a problem.But he’ll keep the clothes messing for another time.Right now, it’s about the thrill of feeling what Taehyung feels. Knowing why he finds it so exciting. Being sick isn’t amusing, except for Taehyung, and soon for Yoongi too.What scares him the most is putting his fingers down his throat to force the liquid out. Taehyung has always thrown up because he was too full, and sometimes he would gag himself when it was too much…or at least try to. But never has Taehyung forced himself to throw up. Nah, he never needed to.“How do I even do that…did I eat enough? Did I eat today?”Yes, he supposes he ate, because he doesn’t feel hungry at all. Now, for the details, he has strictly no idea what he ate.But it’s not the main problem. He’s just scared that it won’t feel good, because forcing it never feels good, and he probably won’t be in the right subspace. He needs someone that is able to make him dumb and drooling, enough that he forgets that he might find it disgusting once it lands on his own body. His own waste…on his body. How does Taehyung feel when it happens? He never asked.He grabs his phone, still half naked, and scrolls through his contacts. He could call Taehyung, ask him about any advices…or call Jimin because he’s the one who takes care of Taehyung with Jungkook…he could call so many people to ask for any recommendation on how to do that, but none of them can make him reach his subspace like Hoseok does. So Hoseok it will be.It doesn’t take a second before Hoseok answers the call, voice a bit worried.“Yoongi? Do you need something?”Yoongi stays silent for a few seconds, almost feels a whine bubble in his throat. He swallows it.“Hum…I..I have a question.”“Tell me.”Hoseok can hear the shyness in Yoongi’s voice and doesn’t pressure him to answer faster. He just waits, putting his phone on speaker and on his bed as he gathers his clothes. He has a feeling Yoongi will ask him to join him.“I…can you…I have something really special to ask can you come?”“Sure, I’ll be here in a bit.”Yoongi ends the call, cock twitching in apprehension. He’s about to ask Hoseok to…make him sick? Should he have asked him to bring food? Should he have said… He’s way too shy. How can he be so shy when he literally makes Taehyung choke on his cock until all he can do is vomit. How can this be so different?If he can’t tell him, he can at least write it.And he doesn’t need to say the actual words.‘I wanna feel like Taehyung feels’With the hope that Hoseok reads and understands the message. If they need snacks, they can always buy it at the grocery store, or in the vending machine. That’s not the issue…actually, there is no issue, except for Yoongi’s own blockage.Hoseok knocks on the door a few minutes later, and Yoongi feels his heartbeat increase as he stands from his chair, completely naked. He decided that there was no need wearing a shirt when it was Hoseok on the other side of the door.“Seok-ah?”“Yeah, can I come in?”What dumb question, as if Yoongi would refuse him anything. He opens the door, and if Hoseok is surprised by what he sees, he doesn’t let it show on his face.“Is it that hot here that you need to undress that much?”Yoongi shakes his head and soon, Hoseok is lifting his chin, glaring coldly.“Words, sweetheart.”“N-no but…I…did you read the message?”For a moment, Hoseok seems confused, but then he nods.“You want to feel like Taehyung, mhm. It took me time to actually understand what you meant by that. But…You know I’m not the best person to ask that, right? You should’ve asked Jimin, or Jungkook. Those two love feeling Tae’s vomit on their skin…as well as you do.”“I don’t…want to throw up on you…I just need help to…actually…vomit.”Yoongi isn’t looking at Hoseok anymore, almost regretting his decision, ashamed that Hoseok might be disgusted with his demand. But Hoseok would never abandon his baby when he’s in need of help. Who would he be for doing that?“Why me?”Yoongi blinks up, a pout forming on his lips.“I…I mean if you don’t want…I…That’s nothing, forget it. You know what, I’m going to c-”“I didn’t say no. I just asked why not Jimin or Jungkook?”“Because they don’t make me feel small like you do!” Yoongi rushes the answer, cheeks beet red and eyes locked on the floor.Hoseok smiles so big it hurts. It’s rare that Yoongi admits that he has a soft spot for the younger, and those moments are cherished.“So…will you help me?” Yoongi starts again, voice hopeful and eyes shining when they look at Hoseok.And maybe, just maybe, Hoseok is falling a bit more in love.“Yes, of course I will. But…I’m going to be honest with you. Vomit is not my thing. And before you say anything, I enjoy watching Taehyung get messy, I enjoy degrading him but…I’ll never touch him when he’s covered in vomit. So, and don’t look at me like that, please, why don’t we call Jimin? I’m sure he would appreciate the offer. I’m going to stay, like I always do. And it’ll be a way to learn to know each other a bit more…closely. You always do things together with Taehyung but never have you even kissed!”Yoongi’s pout just gets bigger, but he ends up shrugging. It’s enough for Hoseok who is already taking his phone out of his pocket.While he waits for Jimin to answer, he whispers to a still pouty Yoongi.“If you don’t behave, I’ll have to punish you. And tell me if you really don’t want it, we can stop anytime.”“Hello?”“Ah, Jimin, can you help us with something? We’re in Yoongi’s studio.”“For what do you need my help in Yoongi’s studio?”Jimin’s voice sounds suspicious, and Hoseok can almost imagine him narrow his eyes.“My little Yoongi wants to feel like Taehyung.”The line is silent for a few seconds.“Fuck, but you know what, come home, I’ll prepare everything.
But fuck Yoongi, you’ll get me hard.” Jimin laughs.“I didn’t say anything!” Yoongi protests.Jimin has already hung up, and Hoseok is smiling, satisfied.“I guess we’re going home then. Get dressed.”“Yes sir.” Yoongi mocks before picking his clothes and putting them on.  It’s not a surprise to know that Jimin was impatiently waiting for them, only wearing his underwear, a smirk on his face.“Welcome home, please follow me.”Hoseok looks around. It’s too calm.“Where are the others?”“Sent them out, thought Yoongi would love a bit of intimacy for his first time.”Yoongi doesn’t say it, but he’s thankful.“Anyway,” Jimin opens the door to his and Seokjin’s room “it’s time for a bit of fun.”Hoseok pushes Yoongi in, and Yoongi feels a bit overwhelmed. He has never been in that position, knowing they were going to use him, make him all messy. But even if he doesn’t know if he’ll really like it, just thinking about it has him hard again, and Jimin seems to notice.“Take you clothes o-”“Oh, Jimin, my love. You’re not here to give orders, you’re here to help.”Jimin is taken aback for a second and Yoongi can’t help but laugh, but it’s a short delight.“Both of you, naked on that bed. Now.”They never obeyed so fast, jumping naked on the covered surface after what feels like a whoosh of air.“Good boys. Jimin, I know what an expert you are in that domain. You may control that part of the situation, but when it comes to sex, you don’t do anything without my permission. Understood?”Jimin nods, then remembers what Hoseok wants when he’s in such a headspace.“Yes sir.”“And Yoongi, you don’t do anything without my permission.”Yoongi blushes, feels tears come in his eyes, because know Jimin knows that he’s a submissive too, and for a second he’s scared Jimin will mock him.Jimin sees it and cups Yoongi’s face.“I knew, you know. I see how you lean into him when he touches you, how you always ask for permission. Don’t be ashamed, alright? There’s nothing wrong in receiving…and fuck Hoseok is hot, I would spread my legs for him.” Jimin chuckles, leaving a peck on Yoongi’s lips.“You already do, love.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “May we start now?”Jimin nods.“Hum…how do we do that?” Yoongi isn’t less insecure about starting all of this.“Like I do with Taehyung when we’re alone?” Jimin shrugs. “Just force it out.”Oh. So Jimin does force Taehyung to throw up for his own pleasure. Yoongi ignores why it sends such a burning heat up his spine. He’s feeling dizzy.“Open up.” Jimin commands, thumb pushing against Yoongi’s lower lip until his mouth drops open.“Good boy,” slips from Hoseok’s lips, and Yoongi looks at him, feeling pride bloom in his chest.Jimin pushes his fingers in Yoongi’s mouth, plays a bit with his tongue and Yoongi moans.“You’re so hot, fuck…” Jimin whines, fingers going deeper until it’s almost touching Yoongi’s uvula. “Do you have a gag reflex? I fucking hope you do or it’ll be harder.”“He does.” Hoseok answers, because obviously, Yoongi can’t. “But tell me, why don’t you make him suck your cock?”“I enjoy it more on my fingers, Sir.”Hoseok hums, takes place on the sofa he brought closer to the bed.“Alright then. Make a mess of him.”“Everything for you, sir.”And like with Taehyung, it goes really fast once Jimin starts playing with Yoongi’s uvula, and if Yoongi grabs his arm for support, he doesn’t stop Jimin from pulling on it until he gags, until he feels his stomach contract, until he feels nauseous.“Fuck, fuck…Master, it’s so hot…He looks so good!” Jimin whines, cock rock hard and leaking.Hoseok laughs and it’s almost mocking, but Jimin doesn’t even have time to complain before the first wave of nausea hits Yoongi and he covers Jimin’s hand in hot substance. And Jimin could come right now.“Master, it’s so hot…Master f-fuck, it’s so hot…”If Jimin wasn’t deep into subspace, he’s drowning in it now, and Hoseok watches, still too composed for this situation.And Yoongi finds it pleasing, to literally let go of everything.But what gets him the most is when Jimin uses his messy hand, covered in Yoongi’s vomit, and starts touching his own dick, head falling back.“Jimin. Don’t be selfish, you should be taking care of Yoongi, not yourself. Hand off.” Hoseok sounds cold and his orders are undisputable.Jimin lets go of himself with a frustrated whine before he’s pushing Yoongi on his back, laying him on the bed.“May we have food? M’gonna stuff him so good, so so good…”Hoseok laughs and stands up, going to the kitchen to grab some of the things they would’ve given Taehyung a bit later.All the while Jimin stares at Yoongi, fingers tracing the contours of the man’s lips, hips grinding against Yoongi where he’s straddling his lap.“I wanna come, Yoon’, wanna come with your vomit, please…”Jimin doesn’t have time for that though, because he soon feels a hand in his hair, yanking him back, and Hoseok’s voice near his ear, sending shiver everywhere in his body.“If you don’t behave, you’re going to regret it. What did I say?”“N-no sex without y-your permission…”Jimin fakes a sob, but Hoseok knows how much he loves being manhandled, treated roughly…if the twitch of his cock is anything to go by.Yoongi looks at them, bringing a hand to his mouth because he wants to feel that again, that weird feeling before he throws up.“Look, Yoongi needs your help again, be useful, slut.”Jimin looks at Yoongi and slowly pulls on his hand to take it out of his mouth.And Yoongi whines.He fucking whines, glaring at Jimin.And Jimin feels like he’s about to come on the spot.“He loves it…He’s even better than Tae. Fuck, Master, Yoon’ is perfect.”Jimin comes and goes out of his deep subspace, and Yoongi must’ve crashed at the bottom because he doesn’t say anything anymore, just tries to feel that weird pleasure again. But Jimin won’t let him and it’s frustrating him.“Master, can I fuck him?”Hoseok nods, and Jimin thinks he looks too relaxed, too composed, and it’s unfair because he’s about to make a mess just because Yoongi is being pliant. How can he be so…in control?“Yoon’, on four please.”“Such a polite boy,” Hoseok coos, and Jimin likes to believe he doesn’t blush when praised. He burns.Yoongi obeys Jimin as if he were Hoseok and is soon presenting his ass, back arching. Jimin stares at him for a few seconds, maybe minutes, before he grabs the soft flesh of Yoongi’s posterior, kneading the skin between his fingers.He wants to fuck him.“I’m going to make you throw up again, Yoon’.”Jimin doesn’t wait for an answer just pushes his fingers in Yoongi’s mouth, doesn’t waste time before he’s pulling on his uvula again, moaning when Yoongi regurgitates on his hand once again. His cock twitches, and it’s so wet now he could almost go without lube. But going without his favorite lube would be a shame.He almost comes when his messy hand touches his dick, almost wants to fuck his own hand until he comes, but he’s stronger than that…or is he?“M-master…I want you t-to prepare Yoongi…please.”“Are you going to make it until then? You seem really close.” Hoseok chuckles, but Jimin nods, determined to hold it until Yoongi is ready. He’s not that selfish.Hoseok stands up from his chair, grabs the lube from the night table’s drawer and kneels behind Yoongi on the bed. Jimin looks at them, slowly stroking his cock with Yoongi’s vomit, knowing that if he continues, he’ll come in a few minutes, maybe seconds. But he can’t stop, it just feels too good.Hoseok doesn’t say anything, even though he sees it. Jimin will simply have to deal with the consequences of disobeying, later.He pushes a first finger into Yoongi’s hole, even though he knows Yoongi could take three at once…even though Yoongi doesn’t really need to be prepared. But it’s fun to see Jimin lose control, jerk off that bit faster, breath catching in his throat.It’s satisfying to slap his hand away and wipe the dirt he received on his fingers on Jimin’s cheek, making him all but moan loudly.“Behave, slut.”Jimin shuts up, shooting fire to Hoseok with his eyes, a pout forming on his lips. If he can’t touch himself, he won’t touch anyone.But hearing Yoongi start to moan once Hoseok adds his third finger has Jimin quickly change opinion, and he’s soon begging Hoseok to let him fuck Yoongi.“Ask properly, baby. You know how to ask, don’t you?Jimin nods, takes some time to gather his words.“Master, can I fuck Yoongi, pretty please?”Hoseok smiles, breaking character a bit.“Of course, love. Fuck him until he makes a mess.”Jimin hums, more than happy to slide his vomit covered dick into Yoongi’s loose hole, eyes closing when he bottoms out.It feels good.What feels better is to feel Hoseok’s body against his, because he knows what that means. Hoseok is finally giving up on his unbothered dom game, choosing to listen to his basic needs. And Jimin’s ass is a part of it.Jimin doesn’t hide his excitement, looking back with lust in his eyes, using one hand to spread his own ass cheeks, having paused his movements.Jimin is a brat, and a needy one.“Want me? I know you do, I know you wan’ fuck me hard…hm?”Hoseok is sure that if Jimin could fuck another version of him, he would.“Didn’t I tell you to behave?” Hoseok asks, a hard slap landing on Jimin’s left ass cheek. And Hoseok knows that punishment doesn’t work, but it does turn them both on, one from the pain and the other from the satisfaction.“D-did you? I wasn’t listening.”Riling Hoseok up is Jimin’s newfound favorite activity, because angry Hoseok fucks like a beast, if he ever had to compare…or even if he ever could compare, but he does imagine it.Hoseok doesn’t prepare Jimin, because he knows how he loves it rough, loves it to burn.“Master, do you think T-Taehyung would say yes if I asked him to fuck me…with his vomit as lube?”“I don’t know baby, ask him.”Jimin hums, moaning loudly when Hoseok starts pushing his dick past his entrance. It hurts but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure he feels, being trapped against Yoongi and Hoseok.Yoongi, on his side, feels like he’s floating away, like he doesn’t have a grasp on the situation. He can taste the hideous aftertaste of vomit on his tongue, in his throat, but it doesn’t stop his dick from twitching, his body from tensing every time Jimin hits that spot. And he knows that he used vomit as lube, he should be disgusted…but maybe he’s too used to doing that to Taehyung.He can hear Jimin moan, even sob…he is crying too, but silently. He has never been the type to moan out loud. Something Jimin seems to not appreciate.“Yoon’, I wanna hear you.” He murmurs against Yoongi’s ear, one hand slithering around his body, one finger pushing its way into Yoongi’s mouth.“Moan for me, Y-Yoon’…”Yoongi’s only logical response to Jimin moaning into his ear is to moan around the digit in his mouth, moan and heave until Jimin’s hand is wet again. He can feel Jimin twitch inside him, can hear a ‘fuck, so tight’ coming from Hoseok, and it’s such a mess. They’re such a mess, and he loves it.Jimin takes his hand away, running it on Yoongi’s chest, using the slide to play with his nipples and go down, down, until his hand is closing around Yoongi’s dick, slowly jerking it off.And Yoongi, if he has one weak spot, it’s that, feeling the heat of his own vomit around his cock.“F-fuck…J-Jimin I- I won’t-” Yoongi babbles, drool running down his chin.The bed is covered in vomit, his hands are swimming in it, and he doesn’t remember doing such a messy thing with Taehyung…even during the interview, it wasn’t that bad. Or, is bad really the right word?“You need to ask S-Sir for permission…”Ah, Hoseok, he’s still listening to them, still has control over Jimin, but lets Jimin have his ways with Yoongi, because it’s funnier that way. Next time, he’ll sit in front, next time he’ll have control over both.Yoongi doesn’t call Hoseok Sir, or Master…he actually rarely calls Hoseok anything but ‘Hoseok’, or ‘Seokie’. But this is different.The whole situation is new.“Y-Yoo- I want to c-come, need to…please daddy!”Jimin is surprised, and a laugh escapes his lips as he leans on Hoseok, one hand flying back to grab Hoseok’s hair.“You heard him? He c-called you daddy…”Hoseok more than heard, and fuck…he loves it. He loves the thrill he felt when that particular word left Yoongi’s lips.“I heard, baby. I heard.”Jimin feels it, that Hoseok heard, because suddenly Hoseok’s gripping his waist and thrusting into him like he’s suddenly in a rush, and Jimin moans, body falling on top of Yoongi’s as he’s being used and has no choice but to fuck Yoongi deeper. Hoseok groans, and they’re both moaning messes.“Yoon’, I-I think he q-quite loves b-being called d-daddy…” Jimin laughs as he whimpers, body so hot, and cock so sensitive. He needs to come; he doesn’t know how he’s going to ask permission.Yoongi doesn’t ask for permission, he comes with a strangled moan, and Jimin holds him up so he doesn’t fall face first into his own waste.“Come for me too, baby.” Jimin hears Hoseok growl, and fuck, how can a voice have so much effect on him?He doesn’t last long, comes deep inside Yoongi and moans when finally, Hoseok empties his balls inside him.They’re all panting, Jimin is laughing in delight.“Fuuuuck that was good…”Hoseok pulls out, humming.“It was, we have to clean that mess now. And careful, Yoongi’s about to drop into the mess.”Jimin holds Yoongi tighter, the latter’s head rolling back on his shoulder.“You alright?”“Hmm…”“Tired?” Jimin asks, a soft laugh leaving his lips.“Never thought I’d like it that much…” Yoongi answers, sleepily.Hoseok and Jimin laugh. They can’t wait to tell the others about that, about the new toy they have at disposition.Taehyung will be so happy to know he’s not the only one with that kink now, and Jimin couldn’t be happier to have two people to play with.  I hope you liked it! Should I do a part 2 with Taegi as centers? I always say I'll proofread later but I never do it so...yeah, ask me stuff, follow me (if you're legal) 
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