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“I have a surprise for you…”

“What’s that baby?” Strong arms encircle his waist, pulling him back against a broad chest as another set start to pull at the hem of his shirt from the front.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” With pink cheeks and goosebumps flying across his skin, he puts on his best come hither look, wanting to be sexy and alluring for his boyfriends but ending up looking pouty like the soft boy he is.

“Oh, will we?” The one in front of him glances to the one behind him who’s now mouthing wetly down his neck, sucking little marks into the skin there. “That’s exciting baby boy, because we have one for you too.”

This is everything Jeongguk wants in life; his two loving boyfriends pressing him tight between them as they touch him, taking pleasure from him and in return bringing him to new heights he’s never known.

It wasn’t always like this though. The pair had started coming to the coffee shop he works at months ago, sticking around after ordering their drinks to chat with him when he wasn’t busy with customers or cleaning up his area. They were nice, always left him a tip, and his day was always lighter after they’d come in.

Of course, he never dreamed things would end up how they have, but one evening the duo had approached him, their pinkies locked together with sheepish smiles on their faces and had asked him out. It was just to dinner, nothing fancy simply barbeque with all the sides, but they’d made sure to pick up the check and ensured he’d had their numbers by the end of the night.

From there, they’d go out several times a week. Little outings here and there; dinners, movies, bowling, things friends would do together and for a while that’s what he assumed they wanted. They got along and he seemed to slip into their dynamic easily in conversations and when playing around, but they were already a couple, committed, seemingly for a long time, and he’d be a fool to entertain anything more than friendship with them.

One night they’d all stumbled into the pair’s apartment after a late night dinner. Bellies full of rice cakes, japchae, and soju, they fell into a heap together on the plush, oversized couch. Bodies pressed together and between the warm spring air and the alcohol in their veins everything felt too warm.

It was a comforting type of warmth though, at least to Jeongguk, in fact, all night the two had seemed to sit closer to him. Their hips nearly touching with the poor excuse of just trying to reach the grill for their meat but he seemed to remember it happening more often lately.

Maybe it was just a form of skinship, brotherly love as they got closer, even telling himself that when one of them would drop a sweet little kiss to his temple or the back of his head. He genuinely cared for the pair, had started to care for them as family even especially with how much time they spent together outside of their work hours, he just had to ignore the pang in his chest whenever one would kiss the other in his presence.

For a few weeks now he’d been mentally kicking himself, giving himself pep talks and assurances that he needed to not have those kinds of feelings for them. It was wrong of him to have them to begin with and should one of them find out? Well, that’d be the end of one of the most beautiful friendships he’d ever had in his life.

But sitting there on that couch, pleasantly squished between the two beautiful men, something felt different. The couple had been giving each other looks all night and until the drinks had started flowing Jeongguk had felt nothing but unease. It was so painfully obvious that the two had been communicating silently when they thought he wasn’t looking, a little nod here, a shake of their head there.

He hadn’t meant to drink so much really, but his heart and head had started to work in overdrive against him, telling him something was about to happen and he needed to be prepared for it.

Thankfully he’d sobered up mostly on the cab ride to their place, grateful for the bottle of water he’d purchased from the corner store while they waited, but still nicely buzzed and warm from the food and drink in his stomach.

He felt confident he’d be able to accept whatever it was they wanted to tell him, which looked like it’d be soon by the way the pair were looking at each other with him blatantly between them still.

However Jeongguk wasn’t prepared for small, warm fingers to cup his chin ever so gently and pull his attention to the shorter blonde, eyes hooded and darkened with something indiscernible.

“Jeonggukie~” His voice was sweet, always had been, but now it held something else with in.

“Mhm?” That worry had started to slowly ebb out as a smile spread across the other’s lips and he’d felt arms encircle his waist from behind, their chin resting on his shoulder.

“You know you mean a lot to us, right?” The blonde’s words were slurred in that particular way when he was content, like all the times they’d cuddled up together to watch a movie and he’d fallen asleep against his partner.

“I do,” pink dusted his cheeks immediately despite having told them this already before, “you know I do.”

“Then you know we want you here in our lives, right?” The other, with a deeper, silky smooth voice spoke up then, his lips brushing over the exposed skin of his neck making him shiver despite his warm grasp.

At that he’d tilted his head, had shut his eyes for just a moment and had tried to process exactly what they were trying to say. Never before had they touched him like this; intimately, with a reassuring care that absolutely radiated from both sets of hands.

Even as one had started to slip beneath his shirt to rest on his bare stomach he’d felt nothing but love and affection from his two best friends.

And yet, his two best friends were touching him in a way best friends don’t. Were looking at him with a sweet intensity that had started to make the gears turn in his head. They were trying to tell him something, but were just as hesitant as he was.

Hope had sparked within him like a bright flame as he looked into the shorter’s eyes, his hand still touching his chin but more so to just caress rather than force his attention anywhere.

“Jeongguk?” The silence had stretched on too long as he opened his eyes and looked into those shining back, that same hope echoed there clouded only by a hint of worry for his lack of response.

“Y-yeah-” He’d croaked, “I- I know.” His cheeks felt so hot and he knew it wasn’t just the alcohol then, “I wanna be in your lives too.”

He hoped it was enough for the two. Prayed they would understand his message without the pain of admitting his feelings for them and they maybe not returning them.

The moment was tenuous, something held there in the air between the three and he’d started to shake, shutting his eyes tight once more.

What if it was too much? What if this was all a misunderstanding and they were just trying to tell him they were moving but still wanted to keep in touch? The two had always had a different way of doing things but as both men worked in the arts, he'd just chalked it up to them being a little eccentric.

But then lips were pressed against his; the softest he'd ever felt.

Warm, delicate, his brain had barely registered them there before they were gone and his eyes had flown wide in wonder.

A blush to rival his own showed clearly on the face of the one who’d kissed him, their bottom lip caught in their teeth making their pinkness fade just a bit, their worry having deepened on their features.

Jeongguk was stunned, his eyes misting over as his shoulders trembled which prompted the taller one behind him to turn him around and start kissing his cheeks all over. He didn’t pull away though, he simply let his eyes close and soak up the attention once more as arms encircled his waist once more, short ones belonging to the man pressing his cheek to his back.

“W-We want you, Kookie,” the one who kissed him whispered out while he was still receiving kisses all over from the other, “want you to be with us, properly,” he paused and Jeongguk knew he was struggling to speak without crying, “l-like we are with each other.”

His prayers were answered. Something he’d been fretting over and living with such turmoil over for months now had seemed to be sorted out almost on it’s own.

The floodgates were suddenly opened and arms wound around him tight from all sides, his nose was tucked into a neck that smelled of a woodsy musk, comforting, familiar, home, “I-I want that too,” he choked back a sob, “I love you t-two so, so much.”

“Bunny~” The neck against his face vibrates with the pet name he’d earned long ago, “We love you too, we were so scared to lose you.”

“We do, Baby,” He felt the other lean up on his toes to press a kiss at the nape of his neck, “We love you so, so much.”

That night, after they’d all dried their tears and shared plenty of kisses and cuddles they’d made their way back to the bedroom. But what he’d expected to happen, hadn’t. They’d all simply stripped down to their underwear and t-shirts and had gone to bed.

It was the best night of his life, though. Pressed between two warm bodies, arms and legs tangled together as he could feel their hot breaths on his neck and chest. Never had he slept so peacefully while surrounded by two people he loved and who loved him in return.

Slowly over time, always at his own pace because he was less experienced than them, they became acquainted physically as well. What had started at sweet, gentle, ‘vanilla’ sex as he puts it turned into more. As they played together, usually all three but sometimes just one of them with him, he learned about dynamics. He discovered toys, role playing, being dominant and submissive and which one each of them preferred, he, quickly, figuring out he very much liked submitting to them in the bedroom. They even, after some more time, ended up buying him some collars, some clip in ears, and even a few pretty metal butplugs with swishy tails attached.

He loved to be doted on, to be the center of their attention. Even when it was a night he wasn’t the only submissive in the room they always ended up taking care of him most.

But there was something he hadn’t yet gotten to explore, in all the months they’d been together, and that was his more feminine side.

He always loved the praise they doled out but he wanted to be pretty. He wanted to wear lace, frills, maybe even a skirt that would twirl around with him or a cute little bralette that would sit in juxtaposition to his more manly chest.

So now he’s standing between them again, very much like that first night, and he can feel the hunger in their gaze.

Want thrums through every synapse as hands are suddenly all over him taking off his clothing piece by piece until he’s left in nothing but sweet, little, black and pink lacy panties and black thigh-highs

The two on either side of him begin to circle, like predators with trapped prey, their fingertips barely brushing across his nipples and sensitive sides. They tease and dip into his defined abdomen, sometimes slipping just a little under the thin fabric encasing his half hard cock.

“So pretty, baby, got all dressed up just for us.” The blonde glances at his taller partner for just a moment before returning to admire his body once again, “What should we do with such a gift, Taetae? Surely we can’t let our baby’s efforts go to waste.”

The words are dark, hinting at something more than just the praise they have for him, making heat coil in his gut. Jeongguk’s boyfriends have never been shy about sex, have always made him feel wanted and loved the minute he entered their relationship as somethng more. It wasn’t them plus him, his was all of them, together, every moment they had.

Warmth envelops him from behind and he realizes Taehyung has removed his shirt too, warm caramel skin pressing into his back, “I don’t know, Jimin,” lips return to his neck, now on the other side and he can feel the vibrations of Taehyung’s voice. “He looks so delicious, I could eat him right up.”

Again, that feeling of their words meaning more than they do crawls up and over the back of his neck, but instead of fright it makes him want them more.

Jimin crowds him from the front, his bare chest warm against Jeongguk's own, cologne intoxicating, eyes already a little glassy, “You’re gonna be so pretty soon baby, even prettier than you are now, don’t you think so Tae?” The impish smile doesn’t go missed by Jeongguk despite the fingers that continue to tickle and tease.

Taehyung lights up immediately, just as susceptible to Jimin’s attention, “Does that mean we get to show him our surprise!?”

“It does,” Jimin’s lips capture his but pull back too quickly, making him whine for more, “you wanna see, Baby?”

Jeongguk nods quickly, his hands wrapping around Jimin’s biceps to steady himself, glad he’s leaning back against Taehyung’s strong body, “I- I wanna see,” another little mewl escapes, “please.”

He feels himself being pressed to the bed like he weighs nothing, hands still tracing all over the little details of the panties he wears as they follow him down, Jimin’s voice suddenly close to his ear, “You know we love you baby, right?”

“I-I know-” he gasps as he feels Taehyung’s long, slender fingers tease at the softness of his inner thighs, “I love you too, both of you.”

“We’ve been wanting to show you this for a while Kookie,” Taehyung’s lower voice comes from below and he can feel his warm breath on his skin, “but we’ve been scared to.”

“S-scared?” He opens his eyes and looks between them with confusion, a bit of that warmth in his stomach dulling as a spark of fear runs down his spine.

One of Jimin’s hands smoothes up his side and cups his cheek so he’s forced to look at him, “Yes Baby, scared, but then-” Jimin suddenly looks nervous and Jeongguk begins to panic. Jimin, his Jimin, the one who’s always in charge and so sure of himself looks so uncertain and his thoughts begin to spiral until the older’s voice cuts through again “w-we found some of your drawings. You know, the more… explicit ones.”

Jeongguk does know which ones they’re talking about. Recently in his sketchbook he’d started to draw some things that were a bit more… taboo.

It’d started off with a fascination with monsters and myths. Vampires, werewolves, things of fae and mythical origin, but then they’d turned into something more. Sometimes it was two monstrous beings intertwined, but usually it was a human with one; frail, small and helpless to their power.

He’d kept it a secret, knowing others would think he’s a freak for having such thoughts. Even if it was just a fantasy in his head, he still thought about what it’d be like to be completely powerless to something that could rip him in half or devour him whole.

His drawings had sometimes become erratic in his haste to get it out. Dark, jagged lines of something with sharp claws and even sharper teeth taking a bite out of a man’s shoulder while looking completely blissed out. Others, less hurried but just as intense, of long arms, vines, something wrapping up and suspending a man mid-air so the monster can do as it pleases.

He definitely knows the drawings Jimin is referring to, but what they would have to do with this, and them being worried, he had no idea.

With his silence Taehyung speaks up instead with his head resting on his thighs, their previous heated movements cooling, “We’re sorry, really, we didn’t mean to come across them but you’d left it open in the kitchen…”

“I-it’s okay-” Neither of them sound like they’re disgusted with the drawings but that worry still sits there, chipping away at the moment that he’d hoped would be special, “I-”

Jeongguk really isn’t sure what else to say though. Yeah, he felt a little betrayed that they’d looked, but he’d never really said his sketchbook was off limits before and he had left it out and open on the table. What upsets him more is his fear of what they’ll say. How they’ll be disgusted with him for drawing such things.

Instead he finds himself suddenly pressed between them again, another silent communication between the pair before lips are on him once more. On his lips, his neck, his shoulders and chest. Jimin speaks again, “We liked them very much Jeonggukie,” his mouth curves against his neck and he swears he feels sharper than usual teeth rest on the thin skin, “does our baby have a little bit of a monster fetish?”

It’s teasing, purely so, and it makes him squirm. He’d never intended for anyone to find out about it and now they’re teasing him with it.

It goes straight to his cheeks, flaring a bright red as he tries to cover his face, warm hands wrapping around his wrists instead, “No, no no Bun, we liked it.” Taehyung kisses the corner of his mouth as it turns into a pout, “we like you and it’s why we wanted to show you-” he falters, his voice a mix of sexiness and uncertainty, “show you the real us.”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“Jeonggukie baby what if we told you monsters were real?” Jimin whispers, still nibbling a little mark into the side of his neck, “That your desires, your fantasies, could be made into reality?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, hyung.” It’s too much, their hands are touching him all over again, their lips and teeth leaving marks on his skin, and they’re saying things that don’t make sense.

“Show him, love.” Jimin looks at Taehyung and suddenly Jeongguk is cold on that side, the man having moved away to rid himself of the rest of his clothes before closing his eyes.

Jeongguk watches, wondering as to what they mean.

Then Taehyung’s skin from the waist down begins to change, shift, it takes on an inky blackness as if he’s looking into the dead of space and instantly his legs molt away, are eaten back up by the mass of writhing tentacles that seem to spill out of nowhere. Jeongguk yelps in fright as hands and fingers elongate just a little into clawed things that are just as black. So black that if they didn’t have the lights on Jeongguk thinks he wouldn’t be able to see him at all except his torso that stays mostly human.

While he still looks like Taehyung from the waist up the rest of him changes a little bit as well. It, too, has stretched out and Jeongguk realizes the man is just bigger all around now, imposing, with an odd, intricate rune pattern etched into his skin. As his eyes travel up and he tries to suppress another whimper he realizes he did feel razor sharp teeth from Jimin earlier, as Taehyung has a matching set,

And then he gets to his eyes. Instead of the soft brown ones he’s so used to staring into there are now six looking down at him from above. Each have the same almond shape that Taehyung’s have but there are now three rows of two, blinking as once and completely blacked out.

He’s frozen still on the bed so he looks over at Jimin, hoping to find some sort of comfort there in a familiar face. Instead he’s met with four, inky black eyes and teeth that could rip right through his flesh, similar, but differently patterned black runes beginning to show through his skin, “Baby it’s okay,” a clawed hand, smaller than Taehyung’s still that Jeongguk will later find amusing, reaches up and cups his cheek every so gently, “it’s still us. We’re still here.”

“He’s right Kookie,” Taehyung almost floats back over to his side but just hovers there like he’s unsure if he can join them once more, “it’s still us, just a little different, we still love you just the same.”

“Y-you-” Jeongguk’s mouth is dry and he licks his lips, trying to wrap his mind around what’s happening in front of him.

“I know,” Jimin brings his attention to him once more, his still soft, plush lips curling into that same smile, “it’s overwhelming. But we really, really love you and we didn’t want to hide what we are anymore. You mean that much to us.”

“Wha-” He looks over at Taehyung again and is rewarded with that same boxy smile. “What are you?”

“Ahhh, the question of the century!” Taehyung reaches out a hand and Jeongguk tentatively takes it, lacing their fingers together, “We actually aren’t sure ourselves. We know there are others like us on this planet, but none of us know how we go here or where we came from. Throughout the centuries we’ve been called fae, demons, aliens, fiends, all sorts of things.”

“A-and you, you aren’t the only ones?” He swallows thickly, glancing at Jimin before gazing back at Taehyung, his hand pulling him in and inviting him on the bed once more.

“No sweetie, we aren’t, you’ve nothing to fear though.” Taehyung settles in beside him and he realizes the tentacles that replaced his legs are wet. Warm, not cold at all like a sea creatures, but still wet and little shiny with whatever substance they’re coated in, “We haven’t heard of any of our kind killing humans and we’re so few and far between you’d be hard pressed to find another.”

“But you two-” He looks between them, now more curious than scared.

“Ah, a happy accident,” Jimin grins as he shimmies out of his pants, allowing his legs to unfurl into his own set of writhing appendages, “A long time ago we ran into each other and instantly recognized we were of the same kind, just so happened we were perfect for each other.”

His grin that he turns onto Taehyung is infectious and Jeongguk can’t help but smile as well, recalling the cute story of how they met on a train and spent the whole rest of the day together. He’d no idea it was because of what they were.

“We do love you, Kookie,” Taehyung nuzzles down into his neck and starts to leave little kisses up and down, sweet and soft and not at all like before, “W-we really hope you still love us too.”

Jeongguk looks between the men, both larger than they were and now looking much different, but behind all of it he can tell they are still the same. They’re still the ones that he loves to cook dinner with, the ones who took him to Ganghwado Island for a weekend getaway a few months ago, and they’re the ones who have been there for him through everything over the last year. His grandmother passing away, his first failed test at uni, his parents divorcing. Everything, big and small, they were there to hold him and kiss him and tell him everything would be okay.

So yes, he decides, he still loves them, and expresses it so by leaning up and pressing his lips to Taehyung’s own. It’s soft, both scared of what the other thinks until one of them moans and it deepens into more.

Immediately, both of their hands are on him again as he rolls toward the younger of the pair, stroking up and down, the tips of their claws just barely starting to brush at his sensitive skin once more and he’s on fire.

He feels their tendrils wrap around each of his legs to spread him open, tentative, slow, and he lets them. The slick warmth seeping through his thigh highs and onto his skin before they’re pulled off altogether, more tendrils replacing those so that they never stop touching him. They never lose contact and it’s such a familiar thing when they’re together like this.

It keeps him grounded when things become too much, and with how their darkened bodies and teeth and claws are pressing up against him he’s already overwhelmed.

One of Jimin’s hands reaches out to pull him away from Taehyung’s lips, “You look so sweet today baby, dressed up all pretty for us, I need to know if you taste just as sweet.”

His lips descend down on his own, swallowing up a whimper that barely conceals Taehyung’s amused tone, “He does, hyung, he tastes so good I want more.”

With those ominous words and a dark look Jeongguk barely catches, Jimin devours his mouth again in another deep kiss as Taehyung slides down his body. His own hot mouth leaving a trail of warm spit that he realizes tingles just a little, the feeling intensifying when he takes one of his nipples into his mouth.

“S-so warm- Ah!” Jeongguk keens, back arching as the dark bud draws into a peak under the abuse of Taehyung’s tongue and teeth, the sharpened points barely grazing over it, sending jolts down his spine.

“Ahhh, that’s right…” Taehyung chuckles again before moving to the other one, this time letting his tongue lazily trace around it’s edge, a pool of his spit collect all over it before he laps it up. It makes warmth flood through his whole body in an entirely new way. “Kookie’s gonna find out all about our little… quirks we have Jiminie.”

Jeongguk already has an idea of one of them with the way his lips have plumped up. They’re sensitive, more so than ever before, and have that same tingling feeling like he’s been eating spicy food for his meal.

“Mmm,” Jimin pulls at his bottom lip, sucking at it and dragging his own fangs over it until he’s trailing down too, marking up his neck to match the other side, “wanna see another trick, baby?”

He nods enthusiastically, fingers tightening in the sheets as one tendril snakes its way up. It slides up his thigh, just barely grazes his now hard cock in his panties and up and over his stomach. By passing Taehyung’s mouth, still working at his nipple, and up his throat until he feels the tip nudging at his now enlarged lips. It’s warm too, just like the others, and seems to have a bit more slick at it’s tip.

“You trust us, Kookie?” Taehyung pauses to look up at him and despite there being six, pitch black eyes where his normal two brown ones are, they look at him with just as much warmth as before.

“Y-yeah,” Jeongguk looks over at Jimin as well, both of them hovering and waiting for him, even the slick muscle suspended in the air in wait, “I do- w-wanna feel good.” He feels warm all over where the tentacles have touched, feels lighter, “Puh-please, hyungs, t-touch me.”

“Oh baby,” Jimin coos, cupping both of his cheeks with his hands. “We’re gonna make you feel so, so good. Just lay back and let us do the work.”

He nods, and at the same time he raises both of his hands to touch each of theirs, fingers lacing together as he squeezes them tight. Never before has he wanted them like this and he isn’t sure if it’s simply because they trust him with this secret or that they have turned into something from his erotic nightmares.

Maybe, he decides, as he opens his mouth and the daunting tentacle moves forward, it’s a bit of both.

Jimin moans then as he takes the tip of it into his mouth to suckle softly and he moans in turn, muffled by the slimy appendage. It tastes sweet though, a little bland like rice milk, and he decides he wants more. So much so, he wraps a hand around it on instinct and begins to pump the length while taking more between his lips.

This gains him another groan and it sets his insides on fire. More tentacles wrap around his body now, his waist, his chest, his arms and suddenly he finds he can’t move at all, his whole body set alight as more of that slickness sinks into his skin.

It’s dizzying, like he’s had too much alcohol and his head is all fuzzy, yet every nerve and fibre of his being is shooting off his synapses faster than he can keep up with. He feels helpless to it and yet he doesn’t want it to stop.

He can feel the tip of the thick muscle leak more fluid in his mouth and he greedily drinks it down, welcoming another rush of heightened sensitivity and warmth it provides.

More tentacles start to writhe all over his body now and he can feel them pulling and prodding at the panties barely encasing his cute cock until the fabric is torn to shreds by a set of sharpened claws, another spark of arousal shuddering through him with a strangled moan against the thing in his mouth.

“Taehyungie~ Our baby likes it so much, I can’t wait to fill him up completely, can you?” Jimin’s words send another wave of arousal and Jeongguk thinks these too may have a double meaning but at this point he doesn’t care, he wants to be good and take whatever they want to give him.

His legs, still parted, are then bent at the knee and he feels a dripping wet thing circling his hole. This one is smaller than the one occupying his mouth, maybe a little larger than a finger, but as it prods against the ring of muscle he knows he wants more. It flicks back and forth and almost feels like Jimin’s long, thick tongue, but then it’s pressing in bit by bit.

Jeongguk’s eyes fly wide at the intrusion, sobs coming forth as the tentacle once in his mouth leaves with a lewd pop. No longer muffled, he becomes louder as it starts to drag in and out of him slowly and those that have him pinned tighten their hold.

Two latch onto his nipples violently, covered in little suckers that make him cry out and squirm against the assault. They pull and twist, replacing Taehyung’s mouth so that he can move behind Jeongguk and lift him up against his bare chest.

He’s warm, warmer than usual, and the golden runes on his skin pulse against him in the same pattern that everything else moves in. All three of them connected and he realizes he can feel their arousal and desire through every vein.

“Kookie~” Taehyung’s mouth rests against his ear, tongue toying with his piercings, “We know you can feel us now, can feel how much we want you, how much we need you, yeah?”

Strong arms wrap around his torso, the tentacles moving aside and Jeongguk wonders who’s is who’s, “Mhm.. I-I do~”

“You wanna be ours, Jeonggukie?” Jimin’s voice sounds distant, not realizing a sucker-covered appendage had replaced him as well, “This is a special occasion baby and we want you to be our special baby boy.”

“Wanna be filled up, Kookie?” Taehyung croons. It’s like their conversation melds into one as the two monstrous men speak back and forth and he can almost anticipate what they’ll say next through the foreign connection, a dawning realization of how they’d always seem so connected and close passing through his hazy mind.

“Y-yeah, Taetae…” The idea of being filled by cum, by their tentacles, their hands, tongues, even teeth, by whatever they want sends another almost nauseating wave of desire through him, making the two others moan out loud. It sends a thrill through him, knowing his pleasure is now connected to theirs making his cock twitch and leak more against his stomach, “I want it, wanna be full! Please! Jimin-hyung I wanna be yours!”

He knows he sounds needy but he can’t help it. The idea of being claimed in whatever sense these otherworldly beings have making him all the more pliant. All the more willing to let them touch and tease and do whatever they want.

They move as one again. Like ropes, but soft and wet, everything shifts and he’s suddenly suspended in the air above the bed, Jimin on one side and Taehyung on the side. The one sinking itself again and again within him become two with another gush of the sticky substance, stretching him slowly as another wraps itself around his weeping cock.

He cries out, finally being touched there and everything burns hotter.

Jimin looks all too pleased, a feral grin with his shiny fangs glinting in the low light of the room as he leans over him to kiss Taehyung. Until now the two had largely focused on him alone and he wonders if they are touching each other as well.

“We are~” They both sound at the same time, breaking their kiss to press their cheeks together to look down at him, their arms wrapped around each other in a lovers embrace. Jeongguk thinks they look beautiful like this and tells them so, in between his whimpers and cries from the overstimulation he's experiencing.

But everything slows down now, the frenzy he’d been worked up into mellowing into a warm sensitivity.

“Thank you baby~” Jimin coos again, always doting on him and Taehyung with sweet praises and little kisses, “We think you look beautiful right now too. Look at you, you poor thing~” He drags a nail down Jeongguk’s stomach before he smears the wetness left behind all over his skin, making him whimper. “Taking us so well already and we’ve just started~”

“C-can I go first, Jimin hyung?” Taehyung speaks up, suddenly shy as he trails his hands up and down Jimin’s back and stomach. Watching them touch each other has always been something he’s loved, and now, with these forms, while their extensions hold him in place and fuck into him agonizingly slow while others suckle at nipples until they’re raw and red he thinks thinks they’re even more so.

He’s slowly becoming a whining mess again as the pace picks up once more and he feels both of his hands being led to where their cocks would have been if they were still human. Instead, his fingers wrap around dark black appendages that, while phallic in shape and idea, are decidedly different from a human cock.

Conical in shape they’re both longer and thicker than any human, with the tips opening with three flaps instead of a small hole. As his hands slip down to the base they flare out before disappearing into a dripping wet slit. Taehyung and Jimin groan in unison then, both of their hips rutting into his touch as he curiously lets his fingers dip into the labial-like openings.

But he’s stopped before he can blindly explore, only halfway lucid as tentacles wrap around each of his wrists and encourage him to stroke the hardened lengths instead, Jimin sucking in a tight breath through his teeth. “Sorry baby, its just real sensitive, too much sometimes, maybe another time we can play with that, hm?”

He nods, eyes wet as he becomes a plaything for them.

Jeongguk can feel his warm body be pushed and pulled but it’s almost like he’s looking at it from the outside, like he’s far away from it, detached. And yet every touch, caress, slippery slide, every bite, suck, and teasing nibble feel like they’ve been turned up to 20 and he feels like he’s on fire.

He blinks through the haze and finds Taehyung between his separated and bound legs, his hands skimming up and down his stomach as the tentacles there fall away to let him focus on just the man’s touch. It’s nice, assuring, because while he knows the tentacles are attached to his boyfriends, having the tactile feeling of hands, however large and clawed they are, are still theirs.

“Hey Kookie, you still with us?” It’s Taehyung checking in on him now as Jimin seems to glide up near his head, his hands pressing down on his shoulders and chest, the suckers gone but surely having left their mark.

“Mhm~”

“No baby~” Jimin leans down and kisses his lips and he wants to giggle at the action, that old spiderman movie coming to mind with one of them being upside down. But that’ll take too much energy and right now he feels like he’s floating farther and farther away. Distantly he hears Jimin again, “You gotta tell us with words, you still okay?”

“Hyungies~” he’s never used that word before but he whines it out anyways, twisting and trying to rut his hips up a little as the tentacles that worked him open slip out, mewling at the sudden emptiness.

“Shh, we’ve got you baby.” Jimin kisses him on his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, before kissing him again, deep, breathtaking, a distraction as Taehyung presses the blunt tip against his loose and wet hole, “Just relax, we promised we’d make you feel good.”

“F-feel good- y-yeah hyungies-” he stutters it out as the larger man breaches him and bears down just as slow as he was fucked into before, “Ah! Ah ah ah ah- s-sooooo fulllllll-”

“Mhm, gonna make you so, so full. Want you to be our little breeding hole, take all of our eggs like the good boy you are,” one of Jimin’s hands trails down to draw his claws through the thatch of dark hair below his navel, “right here baby.”

That sends an entirely new shiver down his spine as his mind goes into overdrive, excitement thrumming with something he’d only ever dreamed of doing. He’d seen the videos, the toys, the little ‘egg’ makers where you could make a fake one and had even contemplated buying one. But now… now he’d be so full of his hyung’s soft, warm eggs. The thought parting his lips into a long, drawn out moan.

“So tight, Kookie,” Taehyung grits out through his teeth as he bears down slowly, letting Jeongguk suck him in at his own pace almost until he’s nearly fully seated in. Jimin’s claws raking over that spot again making him realize he can feel Taehyung’s cock pressing up against his belly from within, sniffling at the touch.

Then Taehyung starts to move his hips, pulling out in a languid pace before pushing back in even slower, the burn of the stretch intensifying as he works his way all the way to the hilt. But Jeongguk doesn’t care, he even craves the burn, something he’s not usually particularly fond of, and wants more.

As he tries to press himself down on Taehyung’s cock the rope-like tendrils hold fast, rendering him helpless once more.

He can hear Jimin tsk-ing above him and it sounds playful, just like all the other times he’s been a little bit naughty in trying to get his way, knowing that if he squirms anymore he’ll be teased for being the little cock-slut that he is.

“Please~” he whines again, near begging for more. Whatever is in the substance coating his skin makes him ache so deeply with want, uncontrollable, insatiable. To be so completely out of control of his body is terrifying and yet it makes his painfully hard cock pulse with even more excitement merely because it’s them. Anyone, or anything else and he’d be fighting it, trying to scramble away for his life, but with Taehyung and Jimin he welcomes the craving for their touch, to be the warm place they need that he can feel through the connection.

Taehyung sets up an even rhythm then, giving him exactly what he desires with each wet squelch from his hole and every damp slap of his thighs. Each time he thrusts back in he pushes just a little deeper, just a little harder, making his eyes roll back into his head.

He’s nearly out of it by the time the man has worked up to fucking into him harder and faster that his mouth pops open out of habit when he feels another long, thick length rub against his lips.

The tentacles holding him have shifted and now his back is arched so beautifully, holding him so Taehyung can fuck him with his cock as hard as he wants while his head is tipped back to allow Jimin’s to nudge at his mouth.

He suckles the tip eagerly, then dips his tongue into it to get a deeper taste and Jimin stutters a curse. Something dark in him curls in delight with the knowledge that despite him being their little plaything right now, he can still keep them on their toes (metaphorically speaking).

With a thrill running through his body and goosebumps scattering everywhere he sucks it down even more, gaining another moan and an even louder curse from Jimin as he gulps down every wet drop that he can. His body jerking with every slap of Taehyung’s strength making it hard to keep it in his mouth, stretched to the max around it’s girth.

And his strength is massive. His hands surely leaving bruises with the way he grips his tiny waist and the skin on his bottom already feels numb from the snap of his hips.

Taehyung already sounds like he’s close with the way he whimpers and whines, his hips stuttering in the familiar way they always do when he’s about to cum. Even while dazed and drunk on their slick he can see Taehyung looking at Jimin with that pleading looking he always has, asking, begging for permission to cum.

Jimin doesn’t make him wait either, doesn’t draw it out like he sometimes does because it’s fun to edge the both for hours at a time, no. He nods his head and mutters softly something about filling their baby up before Taehyung’s hips grind down on him to a stop.

With a gasp from them both he feels the base widening, stretching him even further until it expands more and more following his length. It’s big, but smooth, and just as it presses into him it brushes over his prostate and Jeongguk loses it.

He keens, a pitch he’d never reached while in bed, while his vision goes white. It pushes in more, slowly, so slow he can feel it’s every move until suddenly it pops out of Taehyung and into him.

“So good baby~” Jimin strokes his fingers through his long hair, brushing it out of his face and off his sweat-dampened forehead, “You’re doing such a good job.”

The praise goes right to that part in the back of his brain that makes this whole experience of floating become ten times more intense. That’s all he’s ever wanted, from day one, is to be good for them and please them to their hearts content and to know he’s doing well makes his chest absolutely sing.

But then Taehyung’s cock is expanding again and the stretch on his rim, while a little more bearable this time, is still too much.

The pain immediately fading as it brushes over his prostate again and he lets out another small wail. His thighs begin to tremble and before the second one is even nestled in with the first another is being deposited within.

All the while Jimin mutters small little praises, his cock long gone so that he can kneel down beside him and plant tiny kisses all over his face. Its sweet, and he knows what Jimin’s trying to do, but in reality it’s distracting from letting him feel Taehyung fill him up.

On the fourth he sobs and squirms, trying to get one of Jimin’s fingers casually resting on his chest to brush over his nipple, to play with it or something.

His want must be heard through their connection because suddenly both of Jimin’s hands are on his chest and his fingers are tugging and pulling at his nipples roughly, using some of the leftover slick to make them extra sensitive.

Jeongguk cries out as the sudden attack and then Taehyung’s cock is widening again with a deep groan of “last one” that makes him wanna cry. With an already tight stomach and Jimin egging him on with every filthy thing he can think of he comes as the intrusion pushes past his prostate once more, becoming blind and deaf until every last shudder and shock are done coursing through this body.

His eyes are wet, tears falling into his hair and he whimpers as Taehyung slides his cock out of used hole. But he’s not empty for long before another tentacle, this one thick just like it’s owner, is sliding in just a deep and a hot, sticky substance gushes into his insides.

“OH GOD!” Jeongguk cries out as another shudder wracks his body as his orgasm diminishes out.

“Shhhhhh, we’ve got you baby, just a little more.” Jimin is there again, like always, soothing him and bringing him down, “I know it must be uncomfortable.”

But Jeongguk doesn’t want it to stop.

It’s not uncomfortable and he whines at Jimin’s words, twisting his arms and legs while he undulates his hips, enjoying the wet slide of the tentacles against his skin and the way the eggs and cum press against his core. Moaning again as he writhes around

“I think he likes it, hyung.” Taehyung says in awe and Jeongguk nods his head vigorously, letting out another little sob with the last gush of slick deep in his belly. His cheeks burning a bright pink that seems to travel all the way up his ears and down his chest.

It’s dirty to like something like this. To be so turned on by it, he can feel himself hardening again already as the slick thing still moves about inside. It pumps in and out like a cock would but curves suddenly at it’s tip to give a teasing brush over the bundle of nerves within.

Jeongguk’s back bows even farther as his hips give a jagged jerk against the touch but the overwhelming heat that still burns beneath his skin makes him yearn for more. It’s like an unscratchable itch that his body knows will only be quelled by the two men laying their clutch deep inside.

It feels weird but makes his cock dribble out more just to add to the mess that coats his whole body now. A mix of the clear secretions from the tentacles, cum, spit, and whatever the thicker, stickier substance is leaking out of the tips of some of the wriggling things that are constantly moving and sliding all over him.

Jeongguk whines, stretching out his fingers for the older man, who grips them gently as his hand brushes back Jeongguk's dark hair.

That pull within tightens and standing over him he can hear Jimin’s stern, but gentle voice, “Come for us baby, we love watching you fall apart. It’ll make it feel better too.”

The fire burns bright within him, sound fading to white noise as Taehyung slowly works the large appendage into him, the movement jostling the eggs ever-so-slightly, until one presses firmly against his prostate, a steady pressure that has Jeongguk seeing stars.

It's too much, the sensations overwhelming as fat tears streak down his cheeks, powerless to stop them. Taehyung lets out a small growl, his eyes dark as he pushes Jeongguk past his limit, his prostate constantly stimulated as he reaches for that high once more.

It's too much.
Too soon.

With a loud cry his belly tightens, coiling the eggs around and against his prostate like a rope; then suddenly the rope is snapping and he's screaming as his second orgasm hits, his thighs shaking uncontrollably, the steady pressure against his prostate not letting up until it's milked him of every last drop.

Jeongguk’s almost delirious at this point, drool slipping out of his mouth, eyes half lidded, his whole body lax after his second orgasm in such a short amount of time, but the muscular appendages still hold him up.

A thumb drags across his face, collecting the spit and pushing it back into his mouth before he latches onto it in a soft suckle, Jimin’s voice in his ear again, “Pretty baby making a mess of himself, hm?” Jeongguk nods, tears welling up in his eyes again as Jimin’s other hand cards through his hair, “Did such a good job taking all of Taehyungie’s eggs.”

He vaguely feels another set of hands on him as the tentacles holding him in place loosen, slowly turning him over onto his stomach as Jimin flicks his long, forked tongue over his ear, “You wanna be a good boy for me and take mine too sweetie? I can make you feel really full,” his voice dropping an octave and into barely a whisper, “just how I know you want.”

“Yes,” Jeongguk whimpers as Taehyung slowly slides out of him, the younger immediately reaching back with one hand to press his fingers against his gaping hole, bereft and empty, slick and cum slipping out and dripping onto the sheet below him. “Shh,” Taehyung whispers, leaning over his back, his weight comforting and warm. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be full again in just a minute.”

Taehyung moves away and Jimin takes his place, his own large tentacle-like appendage pressing insistently against his puffy, sensitive rim. Jeongguk immediately whines, pressing himself back on shaky legs, and Taehyung grips his shoulders as Jimin grips his hips, halting his movements. “Calm down,” Taehyung says in a stern voice. “We don’t want you to hurt yourself, baby.”

“Taetae’s right,” Jimin pants, halfway inside the younger. “Just let me do all the work, okay?”

Taehyung gently pushes on Jeongguk’s shoulders until the younger man is kneeling upright on the bed, his back to Jimin’s chest as Taehyung crowds him close in the front. Gripping Jeonggk’s face between both large hands, his tongue flicks out across his lips before sinking between them at the same time as Jimin bottoms out, ripping a sharp moan from Jeongguk’s throat, swallowed by Taehyung’s kiss.

“Fuck,” Jimin groans, his grip on Jeongguk’s hips bruising, deliciously painful. “That’s it, baby, you take it so fucking good.”

Jeongguk rips his mouth away from Taehyung, leaning forward to rest his forehead between Taehyung’s neck and shoulder as he draws in a deep, shuddering breath. “Please,” he whispers, his voice cracked and broken. “So much.”

“Too much?” Jimin asks, his movements slowing as his need for Jeongguk’s comfort overwhelms his need to possess him, and Jeongguk loves him even more for checking on him, making sure he’s okay.

“I’m okay,” he gasps, mouthing at Taehyung’s shoulder, hands gripping his back as he pulls him closer, needing to feel the heat of both his boyfriends surrounding him, comforting him, grounding him. The angle of him kneeling upright has Jimin hitting all the right places inside him, and he lets out a loud whimper as the tentacle presses an egg firmly against his prostate, his thighs already trembling.

“Doing so good,” Taehyung murmurs in his ear, carding his fingers through his hair as Jimin grips his hips to keep him upright. Jeongguk turns his head from Taehyung’s neck, eyes closed as he blindly searches for the man’s lips, mild embarrassment flushing his skin pink at the older man’s low chuckle. “Kiss,” he mumbles, Taehyung cooing at his pout.

“So pretty,” he lifts Jeongguk’s chin, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Look so good for us like this, Kookie. So messy.”

“F-fuck- baby-” Jimin gasps as the first egg slides in without any resistance, finally laying his claim on the younger.

As Taehyung kisses him again, harder, better, his hand still holding his chin firm so he can dip his tongue in for a taste he feels teeth begin to graze over his shoulder. It’s a thrill, to know that if Jimin wanted to, he could simply bite down and take out a satisfying piece of him.

Jeongguk’s hips stutter as another egg is already pushing in at the thought of being absolutely consumed by the two. Goosebumps coat his skin despite being too hot moments ago as he pictures their mouths licking and nipping all over, their cocks both shoved inside of him at once and their tendrils holding him in place as they rip the flesh from his bones.

Even though his cock is soft and spent against his hip bone it gives a pathetic twitch as he lets out a high pitched cry to the morbid scene behind his eyes.

Slumping back against Jimin, practically pressing the naked flesh into his fangs, he mewls for more even as another egg comes to sit with the rest. He feels full, really full, and he reaches for Taehyung again, unsure when his arms had fallen lax to his sides.

Taehyung is there, an ever present warmth pressing up against him, reminding him they’re there, they’ve always been there, and they’re willing to give him whatever he desires. Their own want and desire to take him apart bit by bit almost suffocating in its own comforting way.

“M-more-”

“More?” Taehyung’s hand cups his cock suddenly and it’s absolutely dripping with that warm substance, the one that makes his whole body sing with arousal and want. He finds himself almost immediately hard again despite being worked into oversensitivity.

Jeongguk lets out a high pitched wail that they’ll surely get a noise complaint for but he doesn’t care as Taehyung pumps his swollen cock, red and too sensitive and yet yearning for another release.

Jimin is fucking him now, long, slow strokes that just barely jostle the eggs within. It’s satisfying, though, in a deep-needed way. His strength begins to wane as Taehyung still strokes his cock in time to Jimin’s thrusts, still helping hold him up with his other arm, another assurance of love and trust.

Tears begin to form along his long dark lashes and just as something begins to build again deep in his stomach. It’s different though, and at the realization of what it is they spill down his cheeks, too far gone to voice the fear and embarrassment that washes over him hotly.

All he can make is small, aborted cries of pleasure as Jimin slows, the base of his cock buried deep and widening again for his last egg to push. Taehyung’s hand picking up the pace.

Long, slender fingers grip and stroke just the head, the most sensitive part, and as the final egg brushes over his prostate to meet it’s twins, Jeongguk shrieks with pleasure as warmth spurts out all over himself and Taehyung.

It doesn’t stop and now he’s full on sobbing as Jimin leans in from behind, nipping his ear before whispering, “Aww, such good boy. Our messy baby is really filthy now, hm?” It’s praising, in a demeaning way and it sends another thrill down his spine, “Taking us so good you just couldn’t help it huh?”

He whimpers pathetically as Jimin starts to kiss his tears away, Taehyung too, as it slides out and is quickly replaced with another, softer, length. Familiar warmth floods his stomach, distending it, and when he looks down Jeongguk thinks he looks ripe and pregnant with child.

Except it’s different. Instead of one, solid mass within he feels every round bump of each egg as they rest heavy on his pelvis. His hand slides over his stomach, caressing the skin and imagining perhaps being swollen with one, the thought igniting a whole new slew of emotions to wash over him in a wave.

It bounces around the connection that still links the three, causing his boyfriend’s arms to squeeze him tight, their kisses lingering even longer over his skin as they reciprocate their happiness through the same neural pathway. He’s hazy though, boneless and sated, sinking farther and farther as tendrils once again wrap around his body in the same way as his boyfriends do, an embrace of love and tenderness despite their differences.

“Such a good boy Jeonggukie.” Jimin speaks first, his fingers pushing his sweaty hair up and off his forehead as he slumps back against the man.

“We love you, Kookie,” Taehyung leans in to follow, nuzzling along his throat and planting tiny little feather-light kisses, “so, so much.”

“Mm- love you too,” he’s sleepy, his body feeling heavy like he’s been given a sedative, “both of you.”

“We know baby,” fading fast, Jimin’s words sounding distant and close all at once, “it’s okay Jeongguk, you can let go. We’ll take care of you.”

And he does. He lets his eyes slip closed and succumbs to the blanket of darkness, interwoven with love and lust and feelings of security all in one.

*****

Jeongguk wakes some time later in a bathtub full of sparkling pearlescent water, still warm and soothing to his aching muscles.

His back rests against Taehyung’s broad chest and the first thing he realizes is the arms wrapped around his swollen middle are his usual golden tan hue rather than the inky black they had been before, a set of matching knees rest on either side of his hips.

Then he looks up, blinking away the sleep, and he sees Jimin smiling brightly, peach skin also returned, his teeth a row of blunt enamel, the one crooked on back in its place. “Hey baby.”

“H-hi-” he’s sheepish, beyond embarrassed, and a little unsure.

“Are you okay Kookie?” Taehyung kisses his ear while he runs soapy hands over his belly with a gentleness full of reverence.

“Y-yeah, I think so.” Jeongguk turns his head, just enough to capture Taehyung’s lips in sweet, soft kiss. It’s chaste, especially so after the filth of the last few hours, but perfect and just what he needs.

Once they part, Jimin shifts closer so he can take both of Jeongguk’s hands in his own and place his own kisses upon them. Every knuckle, every finger, even the back and palms of both. Only once he’s done does he speak again.

“We do need to talk,” Jeongguk’s eyes widen with worry, “no no baby, nothing bad, and not right now, later, after you’ve rested and we’ve taken care of some things,” his eyes flick down to his still-full stomach, “but we do need to talk. We want you to understand us more, what we are and what it means to be with us, that is,” Jimin looks uncertain and Jeongguk finds himself endeared so much his heart feels like it’ll burst, “if you’d want that too.”

Taehyung tenses behind him and doesn’t relax until he nods his head, “I do. I love you both and want to be with you both, whatever that may mean.”

The man behind him squeals and squeezes him tight against himself as he happily nuzzles into the back of his neck, “Thank you, baby.”

Jeongguk laughs softly, soaking in their excitement and love, their adoration they pour upon him with every caress and kiss and word. It seems to still come through the connection, albeit much more faint, making him wonder if it’s merely a side effect of the sex or something that’ll be there forever.

He silently hopes for the latter.

And he knows they need to talk, after other things are taken care of, but right now he’s content to lean back against one of the loves of his life, warm and secure, while the other recounts an amusing story from the other day. Something about another creature of fae, not like them, but with his own quirks and oddities too.

It’s weird, as he closes his eyes to take another short nap, to think there are all these being out in the world that aren’t human. He wonders how many he’s met, how many exist, and marvels at how lucky he is for the ones that did take that leap of faith with him and his life.