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“Can you repeat that?”
Watching Seokjin eat is always a disgusting experience. Not because Jimin is squeamish about the blood - Seokjin is quite sophisticated and drinks his blood out of a bottle with a straw - but because sometimes the craving for real actual food overcomes him - which he can’t digest so Jimin already knows that he’ll rub Seokjin’s tummy for the rest of the evening - and he is one of the most disgusting eaters Jimin has ever seen.
Maybe it’s a historical thing. He doesn’t know how the people in the Joseon period ate, but if Seokjin is an example to go by, their ancestors need to learn some manners.
So yes, eating with Seokjin is something that makes every neat freak have a fucking aneurysm under normal circumstances. Today is different and it’s not better.
There are noodles hanging from his mouth, broth dropping down his chin as Seokjin blinks at him wide eyed.
Jimin turns his head around to share a look with Jungkook, rolling his eyes already because really, can anyone believe that three hundred years is not enough to learn some table manners, but Jungkook’s face is red and his mouth is open and he is definitely choking.
Jumping up from his place at the table, Jimin runs around Jungkook and wraps his arms around his chest and presses down. Jungkook immediately starts coughing and Jimin just hopes that whatever he’s choking on will come out.
“G-Got it,” Jungkook wheezes.Jimin lets go of him and looks at the soggy noodle hanging on Jungkook’s cup. What is it today, can neither of his boyfriends eat?
An audible slurping noise distracts him momentarily from Jungkook and he looks up, just as Seokjin pulls the noodles into his mouth.
“Are you both done?” he asks, because he got interrupted earlier and it took him weeks to be able to approach this topic. His birthday is coming up soon, and he needs to talk about it.
Both of them nod. There’s still broth dripping from Seokjin’s chin. Jungkook’s face is still colored red.
“So I said,” Jimin starts and the words have left his brain and are on the way to his mouth before he sees the beginnings of Jungkook choking again. “That I want Jungkook to fuck me in his werewolf form.”
Seokjin starts coughing. A little bit of broth hits Jimin in the face. He gets up to stop Jungkook from choking once more.
“It’s a big deal.”
“I know.”
“Like- culturally.”
Jimin blinks into the darkness. He’s tempted to turn on the light, if only so that he can see his boyfriends. Sometimes he thinks it’s unfair that they can both see in the darkness, can see all of his expressions and reactions and Jimin is just left with the utter darkness, their breathing, legs and hands pressed against his and their words.
“I know. That’s-” he breaks off. “I know how important it is. That’s why I want it.”
Jungkook remains silent.
He wonders. Does Jungkook not want to fuck him in his werewolf form? He’s done it with Seokjin before, very early into their relationship, and Seokjin has drunk from both of them while they’ve had sex which Jimin understands is also a big deal.
So. Why does Jungkook seem so unwilling to do it with him?
“If you don’t want to-” Jimin starts but Seokjin snorts from the other side of the bed.
There’s a slapping sound and then a hiss and the bed shakes as Jungkook must be attacking Seokjin. Jimin has had enough.
He turns around to turn the light on, illuminating Jungkook sitting on top of Seokjin, one hand pressed against his mouth in an attempt to silence him.
Jimin raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Really?”
Sheepish, Jungkook looks at him with big eyes, his teeth digging into his lips.
Seokjin manages to wedge the hand away from his mouth. “Oh believe me, the last thing he wants is not to knot you.”
“Shut up!” Jungkook exclaims and Jimin watches the resulting bickering and fighting, until he clears his throat. Loudly. Why is he dating children? Why is one of these children three hundred years old and the other one a four hundred pound werewolf with the ability to rip someone’s spine in half? What has he done to deserve falling in love with these fools?
“If Jungkook wants to knot me and I want to be knotted for my birthday, then what is the problem?”
It’s not dark enough that he can’t see the blush rising on Jungkook’s cheeks, the small pout of his lips. He’s so adorable and Seokjin seems to think the same by the way he coos.
“What,” Jungkook whispers as if someone could hear them. “If my knot is too big for your asshole?”
“Okay, I believe you!” Jungkook yells at him, fifteen minutes later. “Just stop.”
Jimin does not stop. He pulls up another file on his phone in the password protected folder he has kept ever since he developed the habit of letting his partners take pictures of himself.
This one is a video and it shows a cock pushing into Jimin’s asshole. It starts out slowly, but soon enough, there’s a dildo, being pushed in alongside the cock.
“Wait,” Seokjin leans forward, looking at the screen. “Is that me?”
Jimin blinks. Tries to remember. He had a lot of hookups before meeting Seokjin and Jungkook, so- he doesn’t know if he’s being honest. After getting fucked and doing the fucking a couple of times every weekend you lose track.
But- maybe it is. This could have been Seokjin.
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, taking the phone from Jimin’s hands. He’s suddenly very interested in Jimin getting fucked, even though he wanted nothing more than to make him stop earlier. He knows it’s a territorial thing. Seokjin is part of their pack. Someone like him fucking Jimin is fine. Someone else isn’t. “That’s your dick.”
“Aw,” Seokjin coos. “You recognise me by my dick.”
“Not surprising, considering how many times you make him choke on it.” Jimin ducks when Jungkook swats at him and takes his phone back.
“So? Have we confirmed that I can take your giant wolf knot? Can I please have it for my birthday?” He won’t whine. He really won’t. But he is close. So close that he thinks if Jungkook denies him one more time, he’s gonna do it. And he knows he won’t hear the end of that for ages.
So he does what he does best.
He sits himself on Jungkook’s thighs with one movement and wraps his arms loosely around his neck. “Don’t you want to fuck me with your big wolf cock?” His voice drops an octave and Jungkook swallows. Over his shoulder, he crosses eyes with Seokjin who grins feraly, knowing exactly what Jimin is doing. “Don’t you want to stretch me out on your big fat knot?”
Jungkook swallows, his cock swelling in his sweatpants.
Bingo .
“I can be so good for you.”
“When have you ever been good, though?” Seokjin calls from the back and Jimin gives him a nasty look. “Every time you see him in his wolf form you make fun of him.”
“Because he likes it.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you’re being good.”
“I am, if he’s into it.”
“That’s not-”
“Okay,” Jungkook interrupts them both. “I’m in, lets do it.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah I- I wanna give you my big wolf cock.”
Something tingles in Jimin’s spine. The corners of his mouth pull up and he leans forward to kiss Jungkook, slowly, open mouthed.
“You’re gonna be so good for me.”
In the background, Seokjin’s windshield wiper laugh begins and only stops when Jimin throws a pillow at him.
The full moon approaches only a couple of days after Jimin’s birthday and while he knows that Jungkook is able to shift outside of it - has woken up plenty of times with Jungkook’s wet snout in his face - he kind of likes the thought of getting fucked by his werewolf boyfriend on the full moon. Call him a romantic.
So that’s how Jimin finds himself naked on their living room, sofas and table cleared to the side, blankets and pillows on the floor, because their bed is big enough for them but not big enough to fit a giant wolf fucking Jimin six ways to sunday.
Seokjin’s skin is cold against his own, his lips chilled, but Jimin doesn’t care much. He’s sitting on Seokjin, thick thighs bracketing Seokjin’s, hands moving over his shoulders and chest. Seokjin’s lips are attached to his neck and everytime he feels a hint of teeth, his cock wants to twitch inside the cage Seokjin fastened around him earlier, painful and oh so good.
There are two fingers inside of him, pushing in and out, moving around and spreading as much lube as possible, but not brushing his prostate at all. Occasionally, Seokjin delivers a sharp slap onto his cheeks that makes Jimin breathless.
He clings to Seokjin’s chest as he gets prepped, nails digging into his broad shoulders. Seokjin is good at prepping, Jimin knows that. He’s thorough because he behaves as if he has all the time in the world, unlike Jungkook who is eager to get going and Jimin himself, who likes to turn too much attention onto the prostate because he likes his boyfriends to be oversensitive by the time he fucks them.
“‘s enough,” he whispers, eager to get on with it. Seokjin hums against his neck, moves his head up and then they’re kissing, open mouthed, his teeth nipping on Jimin’s upper lip, drawing just the tiniest hint of blood out. He slaps his ass again and Jimin hisses into his mouth. “Where’s Jungkook?”
Seokjin looks over his shoulder, points his chin in the direction.
“You wanna see him?”
Jimin considers, as Seokjin fucks his fingers in and out of Jimin, brushing his prostate every so often now. Does he want to see Jungkook? Of course he knows what Jungkook looks like. A giant wolf, his brown-grey fur, his big snout and teeth, his ears standing up. He’s seen Jungkook fuck in his wolf form before, saw his red cock peek out of its sheath as he lowered himself down to fuck Seokjin.
But- he also likes not knowing, not knowing how close Jungkook is, how much he wants to fuck him right now.
He shakes his head.
“Hear that, Jungkookie?” Seokjin drawls and a shiver runs down Jimin’s back. “Your Jimin-hyung doesn’t even want to see you.”
A whine sounds from behind them, the sound of claws hitting the floor as Jungkook pads closer. Hot wet breath hits Jimin’s shoulder shortly after and Jungkook’s body heat warms his back.
“He just wants your cock, pup.”
A tongue licks over his neck and Jimin leans back, breath hitching. He knows he’s not in a particularly good position, that Jungkook can’t reach him well like this, so he shares a look with Seokjin and slides back on his knees. Seokjin falls back onto his elbows and Jimin leans forward, hovering over his chest. With the new position, Seokjin has to pull his fingers out of Jimin’s ass and Jimin shudders, feels his hole clench around nothing.
He hears a thump, knows that Jungkook must have laid himself down onto his belly to reach Jimin better.
Jimin flinches, much to Seokjin’s amusement, when Jungkook’s tongue touches his hole, laving over it, covering it in more spit.
It’s good. Jungkook’s tongue is rough and wet and big and occasionally it slides over his perineum and his balls and Jimin isn’t close, not yet, but he thinks he could be, just from the earlier fingering and the thought of having Jungkook behind him, wolf and all, ready and willing to fuck him.
“Damn,” Seokjin curses as he looks at them and his hand sneaks down to where his cock is trapped under Jimin’s chest. Jimin slaps his hand away, doesn’t want Seokjin to come when Jimin himself isn’t allowed to and Seokjin hisses at him.
“No,” Jimin pouts and then flinches when Jungkook’s snout pushes against his lower back, a growl coming out of his throat.
“Aw, does the pup feel neglected?” Seokjin coos and Jimin smiles. He still doesn’t look back, just wiggles his stinging ass a bit, feels Jungkook’s front paws next to his hips, caging him in a bit. “Does the pup want to fuck?”
Jimin snickers as Jungkook whines again, rubbing his fur against Jimin’s skin.
He presses his ass up, knees digging into the blankets, giving Jungkook better access. Immediately, he feels fur brushing against his back, Jungkook’s paws coming closer to Jimin’s hands. He’s not being mounted right away, doesn’t have Jungkook’s cock pushing in and he digs his knuckles into the blanket.
Jungkook licks over his cheek and Jimin leans into it.
“Hey, baby,” he says softly and turns his face to the side. Jungkook’s eyes are big and brown, looking at him with hunger and Jimin wants .
Something wet and hard brushes over his inner thighs and he can’t take it anymore, looks down between his legs, past his caged cock. His knees buckle.
Jungkook’s cock is big - not only long, but thick as well, red and swollen and dripping precome. He pushes his ass back immediately until it’s snuck against fur. It stings, just a little bit.
“Come on,” he demands. “Do it. Fuck me.”
He looks at Jungkook again, but Jungkook isn’t looking at him, as if it’s not Jimin’s opinion that is important right now. Instead he’s looking at Seokjin and Seokjin’s lips have pulled into a smirk, as if he knows that Jungkook is just waiting for permission.
“Hyung,” Jimin demands again and Seokjin snickers. They both like to torture Jungkook sometimes, make him wait for his turn and it’s bad enough that he made Jimin agree to the cock cage, now he wants to deprive him of Jungkook’s cock too?
But as always Seokjin knows when enough is enough so he nods. “You heard him, pup, give it to him.”
Jungkook huffs and Jimin finds himself relaxing his shoulders as Jungkook moves behind him, cock pulling back out between his thighs. The head presses against his ass, sliding over his perineum and Jimin lets out a shaky breath. Jungkook tries again and this time it works.
Seokjin raises Jimin’s head up with two fingers under his chin and Jimin lets out a long breath. Feels his eyes widen as Jungkook’s cock pushes into him, big and broad. His mouth falls open and his elbows buckle under his own weight.
“There you go, pup,” Seokjin praises Jungkook, his eyes not leaving Jimin’s. “Push all in, show Jimin what a big cock you have.”
Jimin shakes his head. It’s so much. It’s so big.
He can take it, he knows he can, but it feels like it’s too much. Not the girth, he can take it. The length however- Jungkook is still pushing in and it feels like he’s in the back of his throat, so deep in his body that he doesn’t know how much space there is left.
He can’t say anything, can only pant with his mouth open and his weight barely being held up by his own joints.
“Jimin said he can take it, he boasted about taking it, didn’t he?” Seokjin says and Jimin shivers, feels Jungkook’s cock twitch inside his body, feels the huff of breath against his back. “So show him.”
Jungkook pushes in with one motion, forcing his way into Jimin’s body and Jimin screams wordlessly. His elbows finally give out under him and he writhes, one hand in his hair caressing him as fur presses against his ass, Jungkook’s heavy balls snug against his thighs.
He doesn’t know how long it takes him to adjust, but by the time he can breathe again, Jungkook is jittery above him, cock twitching inside Jimin’s body.
He looks up, finds Seokjin’s eyes. Nods.
Seokjin smiles, fangs on display.
“Well, pup,” he drawls. “Give it to him good.”
In any other moment, Jimin would have laughed and rolls his eyes at his ridiculous porn speak.
But with Jungkook’s cock hot and big in his ass, Jungkook’s breath hitting his back and the knowledge that he’s getting fucked by a wolf, by an animal- Jimin thinks Seokjin could probably read him the Thermomix® TM6™ manual and Jimin would be close to coming.
And Jungkook always wants to please, no matter how many legs he has and if he’s covered in coarse fur or waxed smooth, because he’s a high maintenance bitch. So Jimin doesn’t even have time to roll his eyes at Seokjin, not even in pretense, when Jungkook starts snapping his hips forward, fat cock pushing into him, hard and fast.
Jimin finds himself wordless, strong thrusts punching him forward again and again and again and he can barely hold on. It’s too much. He knows it, before he can feel his own cock trying to strain up against the cock cage, before he can feel Jungkook’s giant cock brush against his prostate with every other thrust.
Sweat runs down his face and he digs his nails into the blanket, holding on for dear life. His mouth is open, but no noise comes out.
“Aw, look at you, pup,” Seokjin coos and pushes his hands through Jimin’s hair. “Finally shutting your hyung up.”
Jimin tries to focus on him, but the only thing he sees in front of him is Seokjin’s cock, lying hard and waiting against his belly. He wonders, if it would be possible to suck Seokjin’s cock right now, feel the weight of it in his mouth, while Jungkook fucks the living shit out of him, but then he takes a big breath because he’s pretty sure that he forgot to breathe for a good minute there.
Something builds in his lower belly, his thighs and Jimin curses the cage around his cock, curses Seokjin for his dumb ideas. He can’t come and it hurts, but it gets even worse, when he can feel the swell of Jungkook’s knot against his hole. It presses in with every thrust, Jimin’s hole stretching around it, but Jungkook never pushes in fully.
Jimin whines, still looking at Seokjin’s cock, trying to ground himself in some way so that he doesn’t beg, doesn’t cry because he wants it, he needs it, he doesn’t think there is anything he’s wanted this much in his life ever. Well- getting knotted by his wolf boyfriend while sucking his vampire boyfriend’s dick might be very high up there, but- details.
“Please,” he whispers and he likes to tell himself that only Seokjin hears it, but he knows Jungkook does too, because Jungkook’s hips snap forward with more vigor and he pants against Jimin’s neck, teeth so close to his neck and some part of him imagines Jungkook sinking his teeth into his neck, like Seokjin does sometimes when they fuck, piercing his skin with his fangs. “Knot me, come on.”
“You heard him,” Seokjin crawls closer and reaches over Jimin. Jungkook whines, thrusts getting faster, if that’s even possible. “Be good for your hyung, come on.”
His cock is so close, Jimin’s mouth waters with the desire to taste it.
He’s nearly tempted to reach over, to balance himself on one hand and tug Seokjin forward, cock first, but then a particular powerful thrust punches Jimin forward and he doesn’t realise what is happening, until he feels something big stretch his hole open.
Oh.
Oh.
Jimin stops breathing again.
Jungkook wedges his knot inside, pushing in until Jimin’s hole has swallowed it all up and Jimin’s whole body shakes as the knot swells up to its full size inside of him.
It’s too much, it’s too fast, none of the cocks he has felt so far can even dare to compare against it and he doesn’t know what to do.
His own cock is trying to harden inside the cage, pushing painfully against it as Jungkook grinds his knot against Jimin’s prostate.
He opens his mouth, but the noise coming out isn’t even close to a word, just a mumbled cluster of letters that don’t make any sense.
His hands give out under him and he falls forward, face down, ass up while Jungkook knots him, hot come pouring into him like he’s trying to breed Jimin. He’s never felt so connected to him before, never felt so much love and then there’s Seokjin, petting Jungkook’s ears and head while Jungkook whines and twitches above him and Jimin does the only thing that makes sense right now.
He makes a grab for Seokjin’s cock and finally swallows him down like he has wanted in the past hour.
Seokjin actually chokes as Jimin pulls his hips forward but Jimin doesn’t care. His cock is there and Jimin likes sucking his cock, like twirling his tongue around the head, along the veins. He likes moving his head down until his nose brushes the pubic hair that Seokjin hates so much but that regrows because he was turned with it. His throat opens up around Seokjin’s cock, just like his ass had around Jungkook’s knot and Jimin revels in the feeling of being stretched open by the men he loves from two ends.
He bobs his head up and down, as much as he can with his body exhausted from getting fucked like his life depended on it.
“Fuck,” Seokjin curses above him and Jungkook’s cock twitches inside his ass. He looks up at Seokjin, sees nothing but pure adoration in there, feels the lick of Jungkook’s tongue on his upper back, the jittery movements of him around him, as he tries to touch Jimin as best as possible in this form. “Shit, look at you.”
Jimin is a pro at sucking dick, even if Seokjin likes to pretend he is better with all his years of experience and even if Jungkook likes to suck on everything they don’t take out of his mouth fast enough, but Jimin is better. He swallows around the head of Seokjin’s cock, takes it as deep into his throat as he can and Seokjin chokes above him, hands in Jimin’s hair. His thighs strain in front of Jimin and Jimin lets Seokjin pull him back by the hair.
When Seokjin comes, it spills over Jimin’s lips and down his chin, dripping onto the blanket under him and Seokjin whines, shriller than one would expect, considering he made Jungkook whine and Jimin forget bad porn dialogue with only his voice earlier.
Speaking of Jungkook. His knot is still heavy inside Jimin, still spilling come into him, but he moves above Jimin, the knot tugging at his rim as he tries to reach for something.
He bends over Jimin, belly to back and Jimin has a half a moment to realise Jungkook’s head is above him, before Jungkook’s head appears above his and his long tongue laps at Seokjin’s cock.
It should be disgusting. It really should be.
Seokjin hisses, his cock still a bit hard and Jungkook’s tongue is long and rough and he’s licking up the come and spit like his life depends on it.
But it’s not disgusting. Instead, Jimin is only reminded of his own cock, neglected and locked up.
“Not to interrupt,” he interrupts them. “But can anyone make me come now?”
“I really didn’t think you could take it,” Seokjin says, ten minutes later. He’s petting Jimin’s hair, while Jimin’s head is lying in his lap. “I really thought you would tap out.”
Jimin snaps. He knows his own limits, he knows what he can take. But it’s sweet, Seokjin must have been worried for him. The only thing he regrets in retrospect is the ridiculous amount of come still leaking out of him.
“I told you I can. Double penetration is something I’m familiar with and it’s not that different.”
His breath hitches and his hips surge up, but Jungkook keeps them down.
“But Jungkookie’s cock isn’t a regular human cock. And you’re not paranormal.”
“Maybe,” Jungkook’s mouth pops off Jimin’s cock with a wet pop sound. “Your asshole is paranormal.”
Jimin blinks.
Seokjin blinks.
Jungkook looks at the two of them, before going back to sucking Jimin’s dick.
He feels closer to him now, more connected, but really, his asshole being paranormal? If anything is paranormal about him, it’s his whole ass.
“Was it everything you wished for?” Seokjin asks and Jimin leans his head up to receive a kiss.
“And more.”
“Well then our Jungkookie did a very good job.”
“Hm, he did.”
Jungkook whines around Jimin’s cock and Jimin leans back and takes a deep breath.
He could rest here for the rest of eternity, with the two men he loves, a throbbing asshole, a swollen ass and the knowledge that he’s as close to his boyfriends as he’s always wanted to be.
Happy birthday to me , he thinks.