There’s always something questionable and a little bit concerning about the way Taehyung and Jimin plan Halloween parties

Jungkook’s been with them, well, he’s been dating Jimin and letting Taehyung fuck him for about 3 years consecutively now. Each year it seems as though their Halloween themes get just a little bit more and more weird. 

The first year, it was sexy barn animals. Nothing inherently wrong with that, except for the fact that everyone's idea of sexy barn animals was a bit skewed. 

Namjoon was a farmer. Wearing overalls with no shirt underneath, a straw hat, and lugging around a hay fork the whole-ass night while muttering that his nipples were going to fall off from the cold every time someone opened Taehyung's Patio window.

Seokjin was told to be a goat, and nobody will ever understand how he managed to make a goat look hot, but let's just leave it at the fact he did .

Hoseok, a chicken. He had chosen a fully white bodysuit with a red wig and pasted chicken — Jungkook to this day doesn't know if they were real or fake — feathers to his nipples and crotch / ass area.

Jimin and Taehyung had gone as pigs, but in a weird sort of slutty college costume way. Pink mini skirts, pink latex tube tops, pink curled tails, and matching pig noses strapped to their faces. They had made a ridiculous mess every time they tried to take a drink of something without a straw.

Yoongi… well Yoongi had initially refused to be a sexy barn cat but after a lot of coaxing and the promise of his favourite whisky, they managed to get him into a generic sexy cat costume they found at a Halloween Alley.

He wasn't impressed.

And Jungkook, well Jimin and Taehyung had convinced him to don a sexy cow costume to complete their little theme. He had on a bodysuit that showed far too much of his figure, a small tail pinned to his ass, with cow ears pinned into his hair and a fucking udder hanging off his stomach.

Taehyung and Jimin wouldn't stop making jokes about milking him dry all night long and he would say he was mad but he couldn't be after everyone left and they held true to their promise. 

The following year wasn't too bad, something cliche but with the usual Taehyung and Jimin twist. Slutty Witches.

Each of them were given a theme to their witchyness and they had to dress up as such. 

There were a lot of  questionable mini skirts, hairy legs, hats in the way, jokes about wands being used as dildos, and Namjoon complaining about his nipples. Again.

Jungkook, of course, thanks to his wonderful boyfriend and fuck buddy, was told he was going to be a sex witch. Whatever the fuck that meant. He didn’t find out until again, everyone had left and they fucked him three ways to sunday in his costume mentioning something about sex magic and the works.

So this year, when he had received a text halfway through October, he frankly was not surprised with the usual ‘Taehyung & Jimin’ theme.

Sexy Donuts. 

Jungkook had snorted, shook his head and pocketed his phone at the time, but as he blinks at the kiddie pool filled with Boston cream donut filling (He tried some, it was a risk he was willing to take) in Taehyung's living room, sitting on multiple tarps in a vague attempt at avoiding staining the carpet. He officially admits to himself that his boyfriend and fuck buddy are fucking weird.

He should’ve come to that conclusion after being threatened into snorting cum and having Taehyung jizz directly in his fucking ear, but sometimes it takes abit to come to these conclusions; sue him, he’s in love. 

Jungkook blinks slowly as he stares at the pool, trying to figure out if maybe there was something in the water bottled he grabbed before he made it to the living room, and maybe he’s just fucking hallucinating. But as he blinks, more and more he realizes it’s not fake, nor a hallucination. There is definitely a blue kiddie pool of donut cream filling on the floor.

He looks around the room, a little bit confused and a hell of a lot concerned before he hears the stomping of running feet and Taehyung comes careening down his main hallway. He’s wearing a white full body Leotard, there's a smear of red across his bare midriff and a light dusting of flour or something in his unruly deep brown hair.

“Kook! You came!”

Jungkook nods as his eyes flit back and forth between Taehyung and the pool. “Yeah. Yes, I came. Um… Tae… There's a pool in your living room.”

“Yep!” Taehyung beams at him as he comes up to the younger man, wrapping his arms around Jungkook and burying his face in his shoulder. “It’s Boston cream, like you. It's your filling cuz you're a cream donut, get it?”

Jungkook squints at the pool.

“I… Yeah I get it. Um Tae, why is there a pool of donut filling in your apartment?”

Taehyung laughs. The sound is loud in Jungkook's ear but he reciprocates the too-long hug nonetheless.

“Y’know mud fights?”

That makes Jungkook jolt. He pulls away from Taehyung like he’s been burned and stares at him, gawking. “You’re going to make us all fight in the fucking donut cream?”

“Well, not all of you guys, just like you and maybe Jimin and maybe Joon cuz I know you've had your eye on him for a bit, you greedy little whore. I think Hobi is too proud of his costume this year to get messy and we all know Jin and Yoongs wouldn't dare step foot in something like that.”

“What makes you think I’m willing to step foot in that!? And excuse you, m’not a whore he's just gotten really big recently and it’s nice, thats all,”Jungkook pouts.

Taehyung grins — more like fucking leers — and Jungkook instantly regrets every moment of his life leading up to this exact moment.

"Nice. Yeah sure, okay. Also I feel like you already know the answer to that question, bun."

Jungkook scowls. "You can't keep holding our sex life hostage every time you and Jimin want to make me do weird shit. This isn't fair. Also we can't exactly drag Joon into this if he's not comfortable with it."

Taehyung steps back from Jungkook with a blinding grin, cheeks bunching and teeth flashing. "I can, and frankly I will. It's fun seeing how desperate you are for our dicks. It's like your livelihood or something. We threaten to take away sex for a week and all of a sudden you’re willing to do anything for us, and trust me when I say that Joon will want to join. He’s been eye-fucking you like a motherfucker these past few months. We ain’t blind Kook. You might be, but we are not."

"I'm not that desperate." Jungkook mutters. He straightens up, “and no he hasn't been. You guys are just delusional.”

"You are, and you know you are. And no we aren't. Trust me, Bun. Now back to the cream pool. The plan is to make you and Jimin, and like I was saying, Joon, wrestle in it. Y'know, like mud wrestling? I’m thinking we will start with Jimin and Joon, and whoever wins gets to fight you," Taehyung pauses for a moment before he steps back into Jungkook's space. He leans in, lips grazing the younger man's ear, "I already know Jimin will let Joon win, so there’s no worries there, and if you’re a good boy and play along, we might just fuck you in it later. How does that sound?"

Jungkook shivers, a horny shiver, a ‘I'm going to get spit roasted by two men in a pool filled with donut filling’ kind of shiver.

He sighs. "Fine. But I swear to god if you guys get filling in my asshole I'm never letting you two fuck me ever again."

"That's a lie and you know it, but I will do my best to keep your hole.... filling free," Taehyung snorts and Jungkook rolls his eyes so hard he's pretty sure he sees the back of his own head. “Thanks,” he deadpans.

Taehyung grins at him manically before someone knocks at the door and he's off with a loud “COMING!!” As he disappears behind a wall leading to his door.

Jungkook takes the moment of solitude to truly think about his options, and as to whether he's really willing to fight his friends in a pool of donut filling just to get fucked in it later.

He’s ashamed to say he doesn’t have to think about it long before deciding that yeah, yeah he’s willing to wrestle his friends in it just to get impaled by his boyfriend and fuck buddy later. And maybe Joon, but he's not getting his hopes up.

His internal monologue is cut short as Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin all come around the corner being corralled by Taehyung. Hoseok is… well Jungkook's not entirely sure what kind of donut he is, but he's in a tan full body leotard. He has his signature bucket hat on, but with some… bacon. Jungkook is pretty sure that's bacon glued to the hat, and to various parts of his friend's body. Yoongi is in a similar leotard, but with nothing attached. Jungkooks pretty positive his older friend opted to be a plain donut and he apparently held true to the notion. Namjoon is in a similar leotard to Yoongi. All tan but with some brown peaking around the sides and frankly Jungkook has no idea what kind of Donut the taller man is, but he's kind of scared to ask. He looks good though, the suit clings to the muscles he's gained over the past few months and it takes a lot of willpower for Jungkook to drag his gaze to his next friend. Seokjin. Kim Seokjin who somehow managed to still vaguely look like a model in a fucking tan leotard. He has gold flake plastered to random spots on his body, but most noticeably to his nipples and crotch area. Jungkook wouldn't be half surprised to see his ass covered in the stuff as well.

This is probably the least amount of skin Jungkook has ever had to bear witness to at a Tae and Jimin™ Certified halloween party and he's not sure if he's thankful or sad. He kind of misses seeing Namjoon’s Nipples.

Anyways

They all look equally as confused by the pool in the living room as Jungkook did when he first laid eyes on it, and before any of them have a chance to open up their mouths on the matter, Taehyung cuts in with a, “Yes it's real, no not all of you have to get in it, yes I’m making Kookie fight some of you in it. Completely optional, well aside from Kook, and You Joon, you guys don’t get a choice,” He beams, lips stretching to form the closest thing to a fucking rectangle on a human’s face and Jungkook would be endeared if he wasn’t so damn disgruntled.

Namjoon chokes and drops his bag of whatever, the plastic making a loud and obnoxious sound as a bottle of soju rolls out of it.

“Why don’t I get a choice?” His mouth opens and closes like a fish and Jungkook has to refrain from some weird ‘ we’re not fish we’re donuts’ retort.

Jimin makes his entrance from the other side of the hallway yelling “Donuts!” and everyone else chooses that moment to disperse towards the kitchen, aside from Namjoon who's just standing stock still staring at the pool of cream. Yoongi picks up the bag at Namjoon’s feet muttering something under his breath, and Jungkook was not wrong to think Seokjin would cover his ass in gold flakes.

Jimin is decked out in a light pink bull body leotard with random streaks of his blonde hair dyed various colours ranging from blues, to greens, pinks and reds. The human embodiment of a sprinkled donut. He walks right up to Jungkook, hugging the younger man before spinning him around, placing a head on his shoulder and eyeing Namjoon. “What’s wrong Joon? You look scared.”

“Why do I not get a choice in the mud… Uh, in the cream wrestle?”

Jimin shrugs and jostles Jungkook with the motion, “Cuz you're beefy now and we wanna test out those muscles. It’s only fair. You have to beat me first to get to Kook though. He’s the prize at the end.”

Jungkook chokes.

Namjoon chokes.

Taehyung cackles so manically that Jungkook is concerned for about five seconds before the embarrassment floods back into his system. 

“This is ridiculous,” He whines, and Namjoon nods but it’s a far-away kind of look. He’s not even looking at them, just staring at the pool, Like he’s re-assessing his life choices and Jungkook would be lying if he said he couldn't relate. He feels that way nearly daily having Taehyung and Jimin in his life.

“If, uh… if you dont wanna Joon, you don't have to,” Jungkook offers, and Namjoons eyes flit over to him briefly before going back to the pool.

“Naw, it's ok. It's fine we can, um— I’ll wrestle Jimin in this.”

He falls silent for a minute, the only sound being the crinkling of bags in the kitchen and some barely audible chatter from Seokjin and Hoseok filtering through the apartment. 

“How did you guys even get this much cream?” Namjoon wonders out loud.

Jimin laughs, extracting himself from Jungkook with a peck to his cheek. “Honestly, I have no idea how Tae did it. All I know is he came up with the idea and next thing I knew he had about 8 gallons of donut filling in his apartment. It was fucking hilarious getting it all into the pool though, that’s for sure. Anyways, let's go have a few drinks and snacks and then we can rally back here once everyone’s fed and get this shit show started, shall we?” He smiles brightly, eyes crinkling and teeth showing before he removes himself from Jungkook’s back and follows Taehyung out of the living room. 

Jungkook stares at the pool and then back at Namjoon.

“It’ll, uh… It’ll be fun! I think,” Jungkook tries.

Namjoon nods.

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Fun.

Jungkook said it would be fun.

Jungkook is a fat liar and let the world know this.

Fun is wearing donut themed leotards with your friends on halloween. Fun is drinking with said friends. Fun is eating snacks and watching scary movies all night.

What fun is not, is the feeling of fucking donut cream seeping into the footies of Jungkook’s tan leotard. 

Every time he steps he can feel it squish and a part of his soul leaves his body.

He blinks up at Namjoon as his friend stands stock still aside from the huffs and puffs of his breathing. He’s flushed, dripping cream from his shoulders and down his side. Some of it’s clumped in his hair. It looks like fucking Jizz and Jungkook is doing everything in his god forsaken power not to get a boner at the image,

Naked grannies. Old man's nuts. Raisins  

The list cycles in his head as he stares at his friend. Taehyung hadn’t been joking about Jimin losing against Joon on purpose, but he definitely did not make it obvious. The blonde had made a fucking mess off the lving room and Jungkook is pretty sure there is cream splattered on the ceiling.

Taehyung had brought out a second container of cream to top up the pool because apparently he thought ahead that that would happen and Jungkook once again was kind of impressed.

He’s also mortified realizing he has to wrestle one of his best friends in a pool of the stuff.

Welcome to my fucking life, he thinks. 

Then he tunes back into his surroundings. He glances around. His friends are all lined up sitting on the back of the sofa that's shoved back as far as possible against a wall. A plastic sheet over top of it. Taehyung's chanting, “Fight, fight, fight,'' softly and it's weird because he’s the only one doing it. Everyone else is staring at Namjoon with vague fear in their eyes.

Jimin had disappeared momentarily to take a shower, he was absolutely fucking coated in cream. Everyone thought at one point Namjoon was going to drown the younger man in the pool but he let off after a second, seemingly possessed by some donut rage-filled demon.

Jungkook is beginning to think taehyung might have not been wrong about Joon being on board if he got to wrestle Jungkook.

Taehyung's soft chanting continues before Jungkook looks up at Namjoon and blinks innocently through his lashes. 

Mise well get this started. 

“So Joon, just out of curiosity, I thought you were supposed to be a donut?” Jungkook bats his eyelashes.

Namjoon pauses, wild eyes calming, he blinks in confusion, cocking his head. “I… am?”

The words are said as a question and Jungkook grins.

“Then how come you're just dressed like a giant shit stain?”

Taehyung falls silent. Jungkook barely catches Yoongi’s “oh shit.” The sound of the shower can be heard in the distance.

Next thing Jungkook knows he's flat on his back in a pool of donut cream, Namjoon standing over him and a peel of laughter sounds from Hoseok.

“I’m a long john you brat!” Namjoon grins down at him, and Jungkook scrambles to right himself.

He’s on his friend in moments. For what Jungkook lacks in size on Namjoon he makes up for in sheer muscle, and it's not long before both men are a flail of limbs, and cream is going every which way across the living room.

Taehyung screeches like a pterodactyl about the ceiling not being covered, Hoseok doubles over in laughter nearly toppling off the couch, Jimin made an appearance at some point during the chaotic mess and he stands far far to the left of the room, out of the splatter zone, and he’s full body cackling.

Seokjin and Yoongi just sit wide-eyed, like they've seen a ghost. Small splatters of cream dot their cheeks and hair. 

By the time it all ends Namjoon finally manages to pin Jungkook down in the pool,and the younger man can’t even be mad about the amount of cream in every single crevice in his body because he swears he’s never laughed so fucking hard in his entire life .

He grins wildly, happy with the outcome of the night, and decides to test his luck. He cants his hips up, just faintly, just enough for Namjoon to feel, but not enough for the others in the room to notice, and Namjoon chokes. His grip on Jungkook's wrists tighten for a fraction of a second before Taehyung strides up and helps Namjoon up with a wicked grin.

Namjoon stands and Taehyung holds his arm up declaring him the winner of the Donut wrestling olympics and everyone cheers. 

Jungkook sits in the cream grinning from ear to ear.

They barely miss the soft sound of someone knocking, and Taehyung blinks at the others in the room while still holding Namjoon’s arm up awkwardly.

"Are we missing one of us? Did someone leave?"

Jungkook does a headcount and Jimin stands from his squatted position at the far wall to stride over to the door. "We have seven."

Jimin disappears down the hallway. The door opens and moments later he comes back with a familiar face trailing behind him.

"Hey Gu- is that jizz?" Jackson looks around the room, bewildered as fuck. He's in full hawaiian tourist dad garb, aviators perched on his head, a button up T-shirt with palm tress and smiling suns with sunglasses hangs loosely on his frame, a pair of tan khaki shorts with a belt pulled way too tightly hiked above his hips. And to complete the look, he has on a pair of stoner socks with fucking lime green Crocs.

Jungkook shifts, tries to stand up, slips and promptly falls on his ass causing the donut cream to splatter further across the living room. He stops trying to move for a moment, and responds. "No. No, it’s — uh , it’s donut cream.” He frowns. “Whatcha doin here Jackson?" 

Jungkook continues to struggle to stand before he feels two hands under his armpits and, oh okay then, Namjoon lifts him up onto his feet like it's nothing.

"Donut cream?" Jackson mutters. He shakes his head. "Alrighty then. Well, I just thought I'd stop by and say hi on my way out. I'm headed over to another friend’s place but you kids have fun in your… um, cream." And with that he gives a mock salute and power walks back out of the apartment, the door closing behind him with a soft click.

Silence falls over the room for a few moments before Namjoon coughs awkwardly and mumbles that he's going to shower. Taehyng screeches a demonic sounding, "WAIT!" before rushing away to, what Jungkook assumes is, grab towels for them. 

Jimin claps his hands loudly, startling everyone out of the weird atmosphere. "Okay bitches, who wants donuts!"

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The rest of the evening goes fairly smoothly, Namjoon and Jungkook showered, everyone ate donuts in the kitchen, and another wave of laughter was set off when Hoseok muttered that it felt a little like cannibalism eating donuts while wearing donut suits.

They changed shortly after, swapping out leotards for sweat pants and T-shirts to get more comfortable. They tie off the evening with drinks and movies, the initial plan that Jungkook had in mind before the great pool wrestle. 

Yoongi offers to help clean up the pool, as does Hoseok and Seokjin but Taehyung declines the offer, stating that it was his idea so he should have to clean it himself. (Jungkook knows that's a fat lie.) Everyone except for Namjoon files out to head home, Taehyung having asked him to spend the night to help him with some work related thing in the morning (another lie).

The next thing Jungkook knows it’s around 2am. He’s naked, on all fours in the — more gelatinous then before — kiddie pool filled with donut cream. His mouth is stuffed with Jimin's cock, his ass stuffed with Taehyung's cock, tears streaming down his face as he tries to keep a sturdy grip on the bottom of the pool but slips every few minutes eliciting a quiet laugh from the men on either side of him.

He tries to keep it quite, embarrassed at the thought of Namjoon walking in on the three of them, but he’s also unbelievably horny being jostled back and forth between the two men and he can’t help the whimpers and hiccups that fall from his lips every time Jimin's cock slips from his mouth. 

Soon enough the sounds obviously reach down the hall, and the creaking of the spare bedroom door alerts the three men in the living room that their guest has woken up. They all hold stock still. Jungkook with his eyes closed impossibly tight, mouth still around Jimin dick in some vain attempt to keep quiet.

Taehyung’s still stuffed inside of him, and he slowly rocks his hips as they wait to see if Namjoon will exit the hallway.

He does.

He rounds the corner, glances around the dark living room, and Jungkook can see the exact moment he spots them, because the next thing he knows namjoon is whipping around to face the hall, back facing them, while sputtering “Oh my god! Oh! Oh fucking hell! I’m so sorry, I heard… I thought there was crying, and I got worried, and wow, ok, it was that kind of crying. Fuck, I’m so sorry… wow—  WAIT,” he cuts himself off.

Everyone holds still.

“Are you guys fucking him in the pool of donut cream?”

Taehyung snickers, “yeah.”

“Is that why you made him be a Boston cream donut?”

Jimin giggles, “yeah.”

“Jesus christ.” His head drops, most likely staring at the floor. “Okay well, I'm going to, uh, go back to bed, I guess. I’ll just put headphones on or something.”

He begins to walk away, and Jungkook panics, pushing himself away from Jimin's dick and in turn choking on the pleasure from pushing Taehyung further into him “Wait!” He yelps out as he slips once again, and ends up with his forearms in the cream.

Namjoon stops, whipping around once again to look at them, only to remember the situation they are in again and turns to face the wall just as quickly. 

“Wait. Just, uh... Um.”

“Spit it out, Kook,” Taehyung coaxes.

“Shut up, I'm trying.” Jungkook straightens his arms out, settling back on all fours. ”um Joon would you, um... Did you, uh, You-”

“Oh jesus fucking christ,” Jimin curses, “Joonie sweety will you come over here please? Jungkook here is a greedy little whore and he would very muchly like you to join us, but he is just about as shy as you are and he is struggling to ask you what he wants. If you're not ok with that let us know and you're welcome to go back to bed, or we’ll call you a cab home. But Bun would really like you to watch him. He’d like you to see how pretty he is when he’s stuffed with cock from both ends.”

Jungkook chokes on that, but Jimin’s also not wrong and he very muchly would like that, so he bites his tongue and waits to see what his friend will do.

It apparently isn't much of an internal battle because within seconds Namjoon is turning around, striding to the living room, flicking on the living room lights, and plopping down on the couch facing the pool.

He's rock hard, blatantly obvious through the thin sweatpants and Jungkook whimpers at the sight alone.

“This has to be the weirdest thing you guys have ever dragged me into, and that's saying a lot because we've done some weird shit.”

Jimin giggles in agreement before grabbing Jungkook's cheeks and leaning down to peck him once before feeding him his cock again.

Jungkook hears Namjoons breath hitch,and usually, he’d close his eyes to the feeling of Taehyung and Jimin fucking him from both ends, but he can’t help but stare at Namjoon off to the side. 

He seems entranced by the sight of Jimin’s cock going in and out of Jungkook's mouth, and Jungkook can’t help but feel a little smug knowing he has so much attention on him right in that moment.

He fucking preens as he’s jostled back and forth, chokes a few times on Jimins dick, and he can’t help but whimper when he sees Namjoon’s hand finally, finally snake down his sweat pants to fist his own dick.

That right there was all Jungkook wanted. Wanted his older, beefy, himbo of a friend to get off on the sight of him. It takes a few more thrusts, Taehyung jack-hammering into him from the back and Jimin forcing his cock down Jungkook's throat before Jungkook cums with a sharp cry. He loses his balance in the pool again, knees sliding out sideways, and nearly bites Jimin's dick in shock as Taehyung falls on top of him. The older man shouts, presumably cumming at the same time, but has it cut short by the unexpected fall, and Jimin wheels backwards to avoid the body pile and ends up half in the pool and half out.

There's nothing but the sound of heavy breathing for a few minutes before Taehyung manages to extract himself from on top of Jungkook with a breathless, “holy shit we are doing this again sometime.”

Jungkook peeks up through the cream smeared across his face and dripping from his hair to glance up at Namjoon, and he can't help the blush that spreads across his body at the sight of his friend.

He's sitting on the couch, hand still in his pants, a prominent wet stain where he obviously cummed in, head tilted back against the couch and an arm thrown over his eyes. He's breathing heavily. And Jungkook can truthfully admit it's the hottest sight he's ever seen of the man. 

“Is it normal for you guys to make an absolute mess when you do this?” Namjoon mutters into his arm.

Both Taehyung and Jimin burst out laughing simultaneously. “Depends,” Taehyung says with another snort.

They end the night with Taheyung, Jimin, and Jungkook taking a shower, cleaning all of the donut cream out of every end of Jungkook, before curling up on the couch with Namjoon, mindlessly watching something on Netflix that Jungkook isn't even paying attention too because he's just so happy.

Happy enough that he doesn't so much as question it when Taehyung hands him a donut that he says is special just for him.

Happy enough not to notice the look of anticipation in Jimin's eyes as Jungkook bites into it

But unfortunately not happy enough to not immediately notice the texture and then taste of the filling inside the donut.

“GOD FUCKING DAMMNIT, TAEHYUNG!!!”

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