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the first saturday of each month, the exclusive nightclub known as Eden, located in the very heart of gangnam, celebrates its highly acclaimed “monster-fucking night”. it’s a recent addition to an establishment traditionally known as a space for supernatural creatures of all kinds to gather without the presence of humans.

it just so happens, however, that more and more humans seem to find themselves fascinated by the supernatural. they deliberately seek them out, some looking to have some fun, others looking for romance, even. this is how Eden began hosting these “monster-fucking nights” ― that was not the original name of the event, but it spread quickly among the humans that first began attending it and it ended up sticking  ― , looking to provide a space where monsters and humans could safely mingle. 

jeongguk and his friends are some of those humans. or, at least, they hope to be  ― yuna bullied them all via groupchat and then again in person into showing up early, so with a bit of luck, the couple of hours they have spent freezing their asses off will pay off. it certainly seems like it, considering they happen to find themselves only a couple of meters away from monster fucking heaven. the entrance to Eden is practically right there - jeongguk can see opaque glass doors with their gilded handle from where he’s standing the mass gathering of people behind them, however…

“l-look at that line,” yuna says. her teeth chatter a bit as she speaks, a testament to how fucking cold it is outside.  “you’re welcome, by the way. if it wasn’t f-for me we’d be stuck all the way down there.”

her long, manicured finger points towards to where the line wraps around the corner down the street. jeongguk shudders, less from the cold and more from the thought of having to wait a whole ‘nother week for this opportunity. unlike yuna - and seokjin who, if jeongguk is seeing things correctly, seems to be enthusiastically waving at one of the bouncers by the door: an arachnid-like creature with sharp appendages coming out of their back - this is his first visit to Eden. as someone with a rather… unconventional taste in partners as a human, this was a dream come true. it wasn’t always easy, finding supernatural beings to… link up with. 

“who’s your friend, hyung? do y’think they can wave us in before yuna freezes to death?” jeongguk asks, pulling yuna towards himself so he can wrap his arms around her from behind. he rests his chin on top of her head, hoping to share some of his body heat with her and latch some of hers in return.

“what do you mean ‘before yuna freezes to death’ ? I’m fine.” she says. “ you should worry about yourself with your entire ass hanging out of your pants like that.” she twists a little in his embrace to peer at his back. 

jeongguk turns to look, too, at the v-shaped cut out in the back of his pants, where the only thing holding them in place is a thin strap of ribbon laced up like a corset. he bought them on a drunken impulse last year as a birthday present for himself, but he had never gotten the courage to wear them until today/ jeongguk found them tucked far back into the depths of his closet as he was looking for something to wear and felt compelled to try them on. when he looked at himself in the mirror and saw the way the strap of ribbon accentuated his small waist, and how tight his ass looked framed by them… jeongguk decided he was going to keep them on after all. his first night at Eden seemed like a special enough occasion to wear them for the first time.

seokjin sends a Look their way. as a vampire, seokjin can withstand the cold in a thin silk shirt that’s more unbuttoned than not with ease.

“I told you both to dress more warmly. frostbite isn’t a look most supernatural creatures really dig, unless we’re talking about yetis, and you won’t find their kind here.”

 jeongguk met him at their local vampiric blood bank  ― he got paired with seokjin as his donor, and they hit it off from there. being as old as he is, seokjin does not need to feed as frequently as a younger vampire would. still, jeongguk made sure their latest appointment was scheduled with enough advance that there would not be a trace of it by the time this weekend rolled around. he did not want to even give off the hint of an impression that he was anything but available, even if his relationship with seokjin was as platonic as it could get.

yuna scoffs. 

“walking in there dressed like a nun won’t get me a sexy vampire lady hanging off my neck, now, will it?” her eyes narrow suddenly, zeroing in on seokjin’s face. “wait. are you ― are you blushing? ” 

they’re standing right under a street light  ― it isn’t very hard to spot the splotch of red high on seokjin’s cheeks. jeongguk frowns, rewinding the conversation in his head to try and find what could have possibly caused such a reaction. his eyes widen when he realizes. 

“oh shit, hyung, is this about your bouncer friend? do you like like them?”

“none of your damn business,” he scowls, though the blush has reached all the way up to his ears, betraying him. 

yuna stands on her tippy-toes, trying to peer over the shoulder of the person standing in front of them so she can get a look at the bouncer.

“they are pretty hot, oppa. you have good taste.”

“it’s not like that! joonie and I are just friends.”

jeongguk and yuna share a Look before they burst into giggles.

“oh, so joonie, huh?” yuna says, drawing out the o exaggeratedly. “sounds like you wanna be more than that to me.”

“will you keep it down?” seokjin hisses. jeongguk has never seen his ears look so red. “I don’t want namjoon to hear the nonsense you’re sprouting.”

“wait, he can hear us from so far away?” yuna appears delighted, in a decidedly mischievous way. “hey, hey, namjoon-ssi ― “

she cups her mouth with her hands for extra effect, though she can barely get his name out before seokjin covers her mouth with his hand; her giggles come out muffled.

jeongguk glances over the entrance to the club as they shuffle forward a bit more. namjoon is already looking at them; he looks amused,  all six of his eyes blinking at them curiously. when seokjin covers his face with his hands, his shoulders appear to be shaking with laughter.

he’s still smiling, when they eventually reach him.

“long time no see. hyung,” he tells seokjin with a smile. a dimple appears on his cheek, adding a devastating effect to his already charming demeanor. “here for monsterfucking night?”

“yes and no,” seokjin says, looking awfully flushed still for a vampire. “I’m here for babysitting duty tonight. it’s their first time here and I want to make sure they’re safe while they have their fun,” he puts his arms around jeongguk and yuna, a wide grin spreads on his face that all but screams, behave, you two. “we saw each other for bloody mary tuesday last week, didn’t we? did you miss me that much?”

“well, of course, I did,” namjoon replies easily. “beauty like yours is hard to come by.”

“he’s so into you,” yuna says, once they’re inside. she sips at her drink - a neon green one that is, according to the bartender that served them, supposed to add an extra kick to the taste of your blood that monsters love  - and points a manicured finger at seokjin. “and don’t tell me he was just being nice. if a hot spider lady looked at me like he was looking at you, I’d jump her bones without hesitation.”

sitting in front of her, seokjin groans and buries his face in his hands. he almost knocks over his own drink - a tall glass of bloody mary, prepared with actual blood instead of tomato juice.

“it’s not that I don’t see it, okay? but I feel like - he always ends up pulling back when I push forward, somehow. I think it’s because his blood is kinda poisonous to me, and he thinks that would mean my needs wouldn’t be met entirely in the relationship, or something like that.”

“well, would they? wait - what do you mean his blood is ‘kinda poisonous’ to you?”

they managed to snag a cozy little spot in the form of a corner booth that gives them a nice, clear view of both the bar and the dance floor. jeongguk, sitting in between yuna and seokjin, is only half-paying attention to their chatter, too busy looking around at his surroundings in wide-eyed wonder: the soft, grey carpeted floors, the comfy-looking chairs and seats strategically placed to create cozy, lounging areas in the open spaces and the neon light fixtures bathing everything in a soft, purple light. every now and then, a very clearly non-human being walks by, indicated by a pair of horns, an extra limb or two, a long tail and sharp claws. it sends jeongguk’s heart racing a little faster every time, without fail.

as he sips at his drink, jeongguk makes sure the glowing bracelet on his wrist that spells “human” is clearly visible. namjoon used one of his many appendages to secure it in place before they went in; there’s a carefully crafted color system to identify both the human and the non-human but jeongguk was way too nervous and excited to properly absorb much of it. his own bracelet was white, and seokjin’s was a deep burgundy color ― in his own words, “kind of cliche, but why fix what isn’t broken?“   ― and it was kind of fun, trying to match the color to the species. 

“the feeding rooms are over there,” seokjin is telling yuna, when jeongguk refocuses on the conversation. he points towards a darkened hallway situated to the right of the bar and right across from the dancefloor. “it’s where the vampires tend to gather the most. if you wanna ‘snatch yourself a vampire queen’, or whatever it is that you said, that’s your best bet.”

yuna sets her empty glass down on the table with slightly too much force. 

“well, then, what are we waiting for? let’s go dance.”

seokjin tries to resist, but between him and yuna they manage to bully him into joining them. the bass thumps inside jeongguk’s ribcage as they move through the crowd, making his bones rattle; he’s almost vibrating with the need to dance. they squeeze yuna between for the remainder of the song and the entirety of the next one. when she starts throwing it back on him, her arms around seokjin’s shoulders, jeongguk follows along easily; they look good together, and it’s just a bit of fun. there are few things that make jeongguk feel as good as dancing with his friends.

when she breaks away, she’s laughing. jeongguk slides closer to seokjin, turning around so that his back is pressed against seokjin’s front, swaying with him to the beat. out of the corner of his eye, he spots something long, narrow and shiny that looks suspiciously like a pole. he moves away from seokjin and heads straight for it. a few wolf-whistles follow him to it, and they get louder as he wraps his hands around it and begins to move, putting everything he’s learnt in the pole-dancing classes he attends every week, monday to friday, to good use. he twirls around the pole with ease, letting himself show off just a little by doing more complicated poses just so he can show off his flexibility, hoping to… entice any of the non-humans to approach him, afterwards. 

jeongguk spreads his legs into a split, spinning around the pole with one hand holding onto it above his head and the other resting under the leg that’s pointing downwards, then switching to holding onto the pole with his right hand as he spins around, keeping his other arm stretched out and the pole firmly between his legs. 

he wouldn't know how to explain the shiver crawling down his spine just before he looked up towards the VIP floors to find a pair of orange eyes staring intently at him.their owner has one arm resting fully against the barrier as they lean against it, while the other is bent at the elbow, with their hand resting against their fist. their face is framed by a few black strands that have escaped from where they have their hair tied back; jeongguk gets momentarily distracted admiring it, the delicate arch of their cheekbones, the plushness of their lips. 

when their eyes meet, they grin, exposing two rows of glinting, sharp teeth. they point left with a gesture of their head, towards the spiral staircase that leads to the VIP floors. jeongguk goes wide eyed with surprise; he can feel his heart jackhammering against his ribcage, mind working a mile a minute struggling to comprehend that this beautiful creature is… inviting him to come up to the VIP with them? he lifts a hand to point to himself, not really realizing what he’s doing until they laugh and nod, as if saying, yes, you, dummy. something glints around their neck as they move their head. it’s… the buckle of the collar fit snugly around their throat, jeongguk realizes with a dry mouth, complete with the end of a leash attached to it. 

when they notice jeongguk looking at it, their grin gets wider. they look smug as their hand comes up to fiddle with the buckle, tracing it with the tip of a sharp-looking, long claw. they raise their eyebrows, as if saying, ”well? are you really going to keep me waiting?”

jeongguk is not sure how he manages to get down from the platform without face-planting directly onto the floor. his legs feel like they’re made of jell-o, and not precisely because of the dancing. the feeling of having those orange eyes on him, blatantly checking him out… he feels flustered beyond measure ― he’s suddenly grateful for the dimmed lightning of the club, because he’s sure he must be red all the way down to his chest ― and, if he’s being completely honest with himself, a little turned on.

seokjin gets to him first, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“ah, jeongguk-ah, you have made me so proud,” he says, fake wiping a tear from his eye. “it seems like it was just yesterday when you were just a shy little human, soooo nervous around my fangs, and now look at you! putting up a show like that in front of an audience made up of mostly monsters of all kinds!”

jeongguk feels himself blush even more, letting seokjin shake him around a bit. he suspects seokjin is well on his way to being fully tipsy ― which is further confirmed by yuna, when she tells him that seokjin has been all but chugging those bloody mary cocktails he loves so much. he must be far more nervous about namjoon joining him after his shift ends in a couple of hours than he’s letting on.

“next round of shots is on me,” yuna says while jeongguk gets momentarily distracted looking up towards the VIP area. “after having my eyes blessed like that, it’s the least I can do.”

his eyes keep straying towards the spiral staircase that will take him there. should he go now? is it already too late? do they actually want him to come up there, or did jeongguk’s overactive imagination somehow make it up? 

yuna is still talking - jeongguk watches as her lips move, her animated hand gestures, but he cannot hear much past the blood roaring in his ears. she wraps a hand around his wrist to pull him forward towards the bar, but his shoes may as well be made of concrete with the way he finds himself unable to move. 

“I think someone has invited me to come upstairs with them,” he blurts out. not as loud as he hoped, clearly, when yuna’s only reaction is to stare at him with a frown on her face.

“the VIP area - I think someone wants me to go up there? with them?”

he thinks he may have ended up yelling the words directly into her ear. yuna winces but then, once jeongguk’s word register, her eyes go so wide they look two seconds away from popping right out of her skull.

“what? are you serious?”

jeongguk nods, a bit too enthusiastically, if the way he feels momentarily dizzy is anything to go by.

“lucky bastard,” she groans. “maybe I should come up with you, just in case. it could be dangerous, I - “

seokjin reappears right in front of them, then, as if spit out by the crowd of dancing bodies surrounding them. it makes jeongguk realize they’re still standing by the table with the pole, staring at each other like three fishes out of water.

“what is wrong with you? I thought I had lost you among the crowd somewhere, “ his rant is cut short when he notices the look on their faces. “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

“jeongguk says someone has invited him upstairs,” yuna says. she sounds like she still can’t quite believe it; jeongguk can definitely relate.

seokjin blinks.

“what, for real? was it a human or a monster?”

jeongguk’s mind conjures up an image of their incredibly intimidating teeth. the size of those fangs was no joke: even from far away, they looked very real. his mind wanders, supplying him with vivid images of how those would feel brushing against his skin…

“they - they were not human, definitely,” jeongguk says, resolutely ignoring the tingling on the back of his neck, the feeling of a phantom bite. “but hyung, they were so hot. they had these… long claws and, like, their eyes were this fiery orange color? absolutely gorgeous,” he sighs dreamily, glancing at the VIP balcony again. “do you think they’re still interested? it’s been a few since they, um, called me?”

“wait, wait, wait, hold on a second,” seokjin says, putting his hands up. “did you say orange eyes? did they have horns? wings? scales visible somewhere?”

jeongguk shakes his head.

“not that I could see, no. why, do you think they could be a dragon?”

dragons tend to be rarer to find among major cities like seoul, where shifting forms safely can become a true odyssey for them. the thought that the mysterious stranger could be one has him feeling terribly excited. jeongguk hooked up with a dragon he met on a dating app once and, to this day, it remains one of the best lays of his life, easily.

“could be, yes,” seokjin says, though he still seems to be acting a bit… weird. “say, did they have… “ he gestures towards his neck. jeongguk frowns… then he gets it. 

“oh! a collar? yes, they did have one, why?”

seokjin’s eyes look like they’re about to pop right out of his head. jeongguk can see the cogs turning around in his brain as he processes jeongguk’s words.

“guk, I don’t think your mysterious admirer is a dragon. I think it’s a - “

he trails off, as his gaze seems to fixate on something past jeongguk’s shoulder. yuna’s eyes also widen in surprise. he’s about to ask what’s wrong when that same strange sensation from before, like he’s being watched, overtakes him. the hairs on the back of his neck are suddenly standing at attention ― the deep, primal feeling that must have kept his ancestors safe from all kinds of prehistoric predators keeps telling him to run.  

jeongguk turns around, compelled by some sort of strange force, and promptly does a double take when he meets a familiar pair of orange eyes from across the room. the stranger is coming towards him, he realizes belatedly. the crowd parts for them easily, with some individuals seemingly wanting to get out of their way as fast as possible. they all stare blatantly as they pass, and he doesn’t think he can blame them for it.

it’s not like jeongguk is any better, anyway. he remains rooted on the spot, openly checking them out now that he can see them better. he’s not being subtle at all, but he cannot seem to be able to take his eyes off of them, from the all black, tight-fitting clothes that hug the curves of their body like they’ve been painted on and the knee-high leather boots as the cherry on top 

jeongguk is not too sure of what his face is doing at the moment ― though, if he had to guess, his expression probably mirrors that of a bunny suddenly facing the bright lights of an oncoming car ― but, whatever it is, puts an amused smile on the stranger's face.

they stop just short of jeongguk, with the tips of their heeled boots barely brushing jeongguk’s big stomper shoes.

“you were taking too long,” the stranger says with the most devastating fake pout jeongguk has ever witnessed. “so I decided to come see what was holding you up down here.” something seems to dawn on them, putting a frown on the delicate features of his face. “unless you're not interested, in which case -”

“I am!” jeongguk squeaks. “I am interested. sorry, I'm just - I'm a bit nervous. it's my first time here tonight.”

his little spiel ends with a shaky, nervous laugh. why did he say that? jeongguk has never quite mastered the art of acting normal in front of attractive beings, human or not, and the stranger with the orange eyes is so hot it's hurting jeongguk’s feelings a little bit. the all black fit, the tight leather pants ― their legs seem to go on for miles, jesus christ ― and the leather harness hugging his torso and chest over his formal shirt. they've got their sleeves pushed up, too. and that collar .

how is jeongguk meant to deal ?

“awww, you're so cute,” the stranger coos, flicking him affectionately under the chin. “don't you worry, I will take good care of you.”

jeongguk finds himself nodding enthusiastically. the stranger laughs. 

“words, darling.”

1. heat flickers at the pit of his stomach, swiftly traveling downwards. 

“yes, I would love that. please .”

“so polite,” they say, stroking a knuckle down jeon g guk's cheek. “what's your name, hm?”

“jeongguk,” he says. “jeon jeongguk.”

“a pretty name for an even prettier boy.you can call me jimin.” the stranger grins.  “shall we go? master is probably wondering where I ran off to.”

the cogs in jeongguk’s brain come to a screeching halt. he looks up at jimin with wide eyes.

“mas - master? 

master ?

jimin hums. one of his hands comes up to play with the leash attached to his collar in a way that feels deliberate.

“mhm. he goes weak in the knees for pretty, shy boys like you. we both do. I just know he would love to play with you,” jimin tilts his head to the side. “what do you say?”

jeongguk is not exactly thinking with his brain when he says yes, barely bothering to hide his enthusiasm. jimin’s smile widens, exposing those bone-chilling rows of teeth. his self-preservation instincts protest, albeit weakly, in the face of what clearly is a predator beyond what his limited human mind can comprehend. he knows that every being that comes through the door is properly and extensively vetted, so the chance that jimin is leading him away for nefarious purposes is low, but… not zero. 

“come on then, cutie,” jimin says. “master has been moping all night . I just know you’re what he needs to cheer him right up.”

jeongguk notices something then, when jimin turns around. there is something protruding from somewhere above his ass, where jeongguk was focusing originally: a tail, long and sleek, swaying gently in the air. it’s nothing like a dragon’s tail; it’s more like a dog’s tail, but what kind of dog has eyes and teeth like that?

it dawns on him so suddenly he does a double take. a dog from hell would. he glances, wide-eyed, at jimin. if he focuses enough, he thinks he can distinguish the tips of a pair of matching ears peeking out from their black hair. hellhounds, much like any other demonic creature, are rarely sighted on the surface above their realm ― and if you do spot one, you better pray to any deity you know they’re not there for you. what are the odds jeongguk would bump into one, in a nightclub of all places?

“um, jimin, do you think - “ he starts, cutting himself off to clear his throat. it’s difficult to speak with his mouth being so dry. “do you mind if - can my friends come too?”

jimin stops walking, and turns to look to where jeongguk is pointing behind himself at seokjin and yuna. she’s grinning big, a little strained at the corner with nerves, a hand raised in an awkward little wave: bravery in the face of a non-human being who is hot, but that also could very well snap your spine like a twig, before you had the chance to realize what was going on. seokjin’s face is doing something funny, like he’s torn between feeling thrilled that jeongguk has bagged a hellhound and worried because he's bagged a hellhound.

“that’s fine by me,” jimin says with a shrug. “as long as they take care of themselves. things up there can be a little more… ah, how to say it,“ they tilt their head, licks their lips. “uncivilized?”

jeongguk gulps.

“uncivilized how? ”

at the same time, seokjin says, “it’s not us who you should worry about, we’ll be fine,”  he gives jeongguk a meaningful look, and then turns to glare at jimin. “I won’t be able to say the same for you if something happens to him,” he flashes his fangs at them. “I’ll bleed you dry. I swear I’ll do it.”

“ah, hyung - “

“oh, you won’t have to worry about a thing, mister vampire,” jimin says. they’re grinning, teeth full on display. “we’re gonna make sure jeongguk has the time of his life. ”

the look jimin gives him cannot be described as anything but predatory. jeongguk shudders, partly from fear but mostly from how turned on he is. his knees feel a bit shaky as he climbs the stairs that lead up to the VIP floors after them; there is a bouncer with one too many appendages guarding the entrance, but they’re quick to step aside when they see jimin coming.

“the bar is over there. give the bartender my name; drinks are on the house,” they say, waving vaguely towards their left. “now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m gonna take jeongguk to meet master.”

“thank you, jimin-ssi,” yuna says. she elbows seokjin on the side  not very discreetly, who repeats the words somewhat reluctantly. “have fun, oppa!”

as they move through the crowd, jeongguk begins to understand what exactly jimin meant by uncivilized. there is a pair of vampires passing a human back and forth for all the world to see in one of the booths they pass by, the red of their blood staining their teeth and mouths as they dive in for another bite; a werewolf and their partner all but fucking with their clothes on in the dancefloor, and in a semi-dark corner, what looks like to be a human just like him, has their hands twisted in… someone’s hair… who seem to be on their knees in front of them.

“ah, darling, you have no idea how good you smell right now,” jimin says, leaning forward to sniff at jeongguk’s neck. one of their hands is now resting on the small of his back to guide him forward; their fingers tangling in the ribbon at the back of his jeans. their touch burns like a brand on jeongguk’s sweaty, bare skin. “do you like what you see, hm?”

jeongguk finds himself struggling to latch onto any solid thought, unable to settle on any of the threads poking around in his brain, not with jimin so close all of a sudden. it would be so very easy for them to lean in for a kiss ━ or a bite, right on the delicate skin of his neck; those teeth would tear right through, as if jeongguk was made of paper.

“I - thank you?” he says. “it’s a new cologne that my brother got me for my birthday - “

jimin laughs, though not unkindly. “silly human, that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about your scent, the one buried underneath all those artificial scents you insist on putting on your skin,” they take a deep breath, and groan. 

jeongguk’s jeans are starting to feel unbearably tight.

“what - what do I smell like?”

“right now? you smell… ripe, baby. ready for the taking.”

he whimpers, unable to hold it back. jimin’s pupils dilate at the sound ― they snap their teeth once, then shake their head with a growl as if holding themselves back.

“come on, come on, let’s go to master before I ravage you right here,” they grumble. “he always gets so mad when I do, says I need to learn how to share or whatever.”

“ah, jimin, wait,” jeongguk says. jimin’s hand remains firm on the small of his back, pushing him forward through the crowd. “who’s your master? what’s he like?”

“well, his human name is taehyung,” jimin says. “you’re gonna love him, you’ll see. he’s very handsome, he’s gonna treat you right.”

they arrive at a spiral staircase tucked towards the back of the room, a bit past the dancefloor and the public displays of affection. 

“these lead to the private rooms,” jimin explains, wrapping a hand around the handle. “master is waiting for us there.” they turn to look at jeongguk. “if you’re still up for it, that is.”

“I am! I am up for it,” jeongguk says. “lead the way, please?”

the door leads to a long hallway with dimmed lights and a shiny, dark marble flooring with white streaks. it branches off in two different directions at the end and, along the length it, velvet curtains cover what have to be actual rooms. it’s mostly silent, though there’s the occasional sound cutting through it ― a shriek, a moan, skin slapping against skin, laughter ― that makes jeongguk’s heartbeat a little faster, makes him want to walk a little bit faster.

“jimin-ssi?” he’s whispering but his voice rings loudly like a shot. his sentence ends up shaped up like a question, both because he’s unsure about the follow up to it and because he’s unsure about honorifics, if jimin even uses them at all.

“hm?”

is the leash around their neck getting shorter? jeongguk could swear that, before, only the end that was attached to their collar was visible but now it seems that the closer they get to where jimin’s master is, the more leash is showing.

 “do you think - are you sure that taehyung-ssi - that master is gonna like me?”

“oh, I know he will, trust me,” jimin says, turning their head to look at him with a sly smile on their face. “he liked your little show plenty. he would have come down with me, but his presence is bound to create quite the… stir if he’s spotted in the downstairs floor, so I was tasked with bringing you to him instead. hope you’re not too disappointed.”

jeongguk blushes, thinking about jimin and his master leaning against the railing of the VIP floors, watching attentively as he danced on that pole. there is certainly a feeling trying to push past his nerves and his undeniable attraction to jimin and the idea of being shared by them and his master; there is something pressing at the forefront of his mind, a connection that is right there for him to make, if only he thinks about it a little harder ―

“jimin-ssi,” he begins, tentatively. “does your master own this club?”

“hm? well, yes, you could say so,” jimin says. “technically, it belongs to his house but since he’s usually the one to come here and check how things are going, he often jokes about the club being his.”

“his house, as in… a demon house…?” jeongguk says, mouth getting increasingly drier as the conversation goes.

the more he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. a hellhound cannot be owned by just anybody, but for a demon ranking high within a house it would be relatively easy to gain access to one. jeongguk has heard some use them as bodyguards.

“well, duh,” jimin snorts. “the great house of depravity. he’ll inherit the crown one day, so managing the house’s properties will be all up to him eventually.”

jeongguk trips seemingly over nothing and almost smashes face first into the mirror of a decorative piece of furniture. luckily, jimin is there to grab him by the arms before his night ends with him in the hospital and not in the arms of… demon royalty, apparently.

“you should be more careful, little one,” jimin tuts as they set him back onto his feet. “humans can be so fragile… I’d hate for you to break before master and I can try you on.”

“s-sorry, jimin-ssi,” jeongguk splutters, flustered beyond measure. “it’s - it’s a lot to take on, knowing a demon prince and his…?”

“well, officially I’m his bodyguard,” jimin says, smiling wolfishly. “and unofficially, I’m his lover.”

“... knowing a demon prince and his lover are interested in me,” jeongguk finishes. he notices just then how close he and jimin are, and hates himself for it just a little bit; try as he might, he cannot take his eyes off jimin’s lips.

“we are,” jimin says. they’re looking at jeongguk’s lips, too. “you have no idea how much.”

“then, maybe…” he licks his lips, watches as jimin zeroes in on his tongue as he does it. “... maybe you could show me, just a little bit?”

jimin seems conflicted. jeongguk can tell they really want to kiss him, but they also don’t necessarily want to go against the wishes of their master. 

“... yes, maybe we could… just one kiss. I need to make sure you’re good enough for master.”

jeongguk finds himself nodding enthusiastically. “yes, yes, what if I’m an awful kisser? that won’t do.”

jimin is smiling now, a little mischievous tilt of their lips. one of their hands comes up to tangle in jeongguk’s hair, pulling his head down slightly so they can press their lips against his; the fact that he has a few inches on jimin has jeongguk secretly thrilled. he lets jimin manhandle him until his back is fully pressed against the wall, moaning in satisfaction as their lips press together over and over in delicious, wet smacks. he’s more than happy to let jimin take the lead, to open his mouth obediently when they lick at it so they can slip their tongue inside.

jeongguk’s eyes widen a little when he notices it just… keeps going. how long is jimin’s tongue? it’s not like he can ask, with it halfway down his throat, curled around his so jimin can suck on it. he feels his dick twitch in interest, imagining how it would feel wrapped around it…

“ah, darling, your scent - ” jimin growls a little, burying their face in jeongguk’s neck to take a deep breath. “love how you smell when you’re turned on. makes me want to wreck you.”

they begin pressing kisses along the column of jeongguk’s neck, nipping at it hard enough to draw blood. jeongguk’s moan turns into a whine halfway through when jimin slips a thigh between his thighs, pressing it up against the growing bulge in his pants.

“mhmmm, feels so good,” he sighs, rutting down on jimin’s thigh shamelessly. jimin growls in approval, using their free hand to grab at his hip, encouraging him to grind harder.

then, all of a sudden, jimin is stumbling away from him, as if they’re being pulled by an invisible force. jeongguk watches, disoriented and wide eyed, as the little section of jimin’s leash that remains visible goes taut again; this time, however, jimin is prepared for it. they dig their heels in, barely sliding an inch. 

“ah, I think master is getting impatient,” jimin says through a fit of giggles. “it’s better if we don’t keep him waiting any longer.”

jeongguk, still dazed, just nods. 

“is… is he mad?” he gulps. the thought of angering a demon prince sounds like it could have terrible consequences.

“don’t worry sweetie, he won’t be for long,” jimin coos. “one look at you and he will completely understand why I just couldn’t resist getting a taste of you.”

they don’t have to walk much farther before they reach their destination.

“ah, here we are,” jimin says, stopping before the very last velvet curtain. the leash seems to disappear through it, confirming that taehyung must indeed be behind it. what kind of spell is that? jeongguk has never seen anything like it before.

jimin is pulling the curtain to the side when jeongguk feels his phone vibrate in his front pocket. he takes it out quickly, having the feeling that it’s from seokjin.

> if  you feel unsafe at any point, text me a random emoji and I’ll come running. I’ll kick that hellhound and their master's ass. 

jeongguk bites at his lip in order not to smile. his nerves are still wreaking havoc within him, but he feels a bit more reassured knowing seokjin is nearby. 

jimin walks in first, so he follows after them and promptly freezes when he takes in the creature sprawled right in the center of the circular, blood red velvet couch. he’s wearing an all white suit; the shirt has a pronounced V cut that reaches almost down to his belly button. there’s a tattoo peeking through what is visible of the skin of his chest, something like a thorny vine that’s sneaking its way up to his neck, spreading like fine tendrils that reach just beneath his jaw.

the end of jimin’s leash is held firmly in taehyung’s fist. it isn’t stretched out anymore, looking like a regular leather leash instead. jeongguk notices then, that taehyung’s head is turned to the side, resting on the same fist hand that is holding the leash. he’s… pouting, and the effect it has on him once taehyung sets his yellow eyes on him is positively devastating.

“took you long enough,” he says to jimin, though his eyes don’t leave jeongguk’s. “I was starting to think you were gonna keep this cutie all to yourself.”

jeongguk flushes. should he bow? taehyung is a prince, after all. is he being disrespectful right now by just standing there, gawking at him?

“ah, so sorry master,” jimin says, in a tone that indicates they’re not sorry at all. “I just couldn’t resist going for a little taste… I mean, look at him.”

taehyung pouts even more in response.

“that’s what you always say, darling,” he grunts. “though, this time around, I can’t say I find it hard to believe…”  he shifts on his seat, turning to face them fully. “ah, I’m sorry honey, I’m being so terribly rude right now. my name is taehyung, crown prince to the house of depravity, in the seventh circle of hell. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

he inclines his head towards him, so jeongguk rushes to do the same.

“what’s your name, honey?”

“it’s - it’s jeongguk, your highness…?” he ventures. it makes taehyung smile from ear to ear when he hears it, so he figures he didn’t mess that up. “jeon jeongguk.”

“ahhh, you’re so sweet, honey, so polite,” taehyung sounds delighted. “not like jiminie over here, who only calls me master because they think it’s funny,” he reaches to pat the space next to his right. “come sit by me, jeongguk. oh, you can call me hyung. jiminie too, though this whole human gender thing confuses them a bit, so y’know use whichever you want, or don’t. that’s also fine. I’m pretty sure we’re way older than you.”

that sends both of them giggling. yeah, jeongguk thinks, I’ll bet. he would be happily giggling with them, if he wasn’t currently battling a truckload of nerves and arousal. not a great combination of emotions. when he tentatively sits down next to taehyung, he’s just glad the boner he’s sporting isn’t noticeable yet.

not that big of a victory, considering it’s very likely that jimin can sniff out how turned on he is, but jeongguk will take what he can get.

“sometimes master likes to call me noona when I mount him,” jimin says, their grin stretching from ear to ear. “it makes him come soooo hard - “

jeongguk squeaks; it’s something like a high-pitched eep, not very subtle at all. jimin’s head snaps towards him, nostrils flaring. oh, they absolutely can smell it on him, can’t they?

“jimin! you can’t just say things like that!” taehyung exclaims, though jeongguk can tell it is mostly an act. his eyes have become molten gold, and he’s reaching to put a hand on jimin’s thigh as he speaks, squeezing tight.

the muscles in jeongguk’s own legs flex unconsciously. he wants taehyung to touch him like that, too.

“why not, master?” jimin pouts. “our little human clearly likes it. and so do you. I can smell it on him, and on you, how wet you’re getting…”

“wet?” jeongguk blurts out before he can stop himself. “w-what do you mean, ‘ how wet you’re getting’ ?” 

taehyung and jimin share a delighted look, and then turn to him like he’s a slot machine that just hit the jackpot.

“ah, well, if you really want to know…” taehyung bites at his lip, playing coy. “it’s just that… jiminie is so big, you know, and their knot is so fat… every time they knotted me I could barely walk the next day. so I found a little trick to make it easier on myself.”

taehyung turns toward him, putting his other hand on jeongguk’s thigh.

“what - what did you do, your highness?” he tacks it on last minute, because taehyung seems to enjoy it when he calls him that.

“how familiar are you with slick, pretty boy?”

“I - “ jeongguk is getting redder by the minute. the fact that taehyung keeps scratching his nails against the seam of his pants is not helping in the slightest. “well, I’ve hooked up with omegas before.”

jeongguk will never forget the first time he slid home between an omega’s legs. they were so wet… it took everything in him not to blow his load the moment he bottomed out. he’s usually not much of a top, but for an omega, he’ll gladly do it without hesitation.

“well, I came up with a spell that would make me slick up on command, just like an omega would,” taehyung says nonchalantly, like he isn’t blowing jeongguk’s mind right that very second.

“now master is ready for me whenever I want him to be,” jimin says. “all I gotta do is bend him over.”

“I’m not that easy, don’t listen to them,” taehyung rolls his eyes, but there’s a faint blush in his cheeks that betrays him. “anyway, jeonggukkie I was thinking we could use it on you. not permanently, just for tonight.” his hand is now dangerously close to jeongguk’s crotch. “so we can fuck you like you deserve without having to worry about hurting you.”

jeongguk is pretty sure he blacks out for a second or two. when he comes to, his dick is throbbing inside his jeans. 

“hyung… is that really possible?”

“it sure is,” taehyung hums. “I’d just have to trace a sigil on your skin. easy as that.”

“I want it. I - I really want it, please, your highness?”

“hm… I would love to give it to you, but…” taehyung sighs. “you know, it really hurt my feelings when I realized you two were out there, kissing, without me. I think that if you want the sigil, you’re both going to have to make it up to me.”

jimin laughs. their tongue comes out to lick at their front teeth, looking at their master first and then at jeongguk like they’re starving.

“is that so, taetae?” they lean forward to bury their face on taehyung’s neck, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses on it. “what can we do to make you feel better, hm?”

“I’ll do anything, your highness,” jeongguk says. he wraps a hand around taehyung’s wrist and guides it towards his bulge, sighing when he automatically starts palming him. “see? I’m so hard for you…”

“a-ah,” taehyung groans. his other hand comes up to tangle in jimin’s leash again. “anything at all, sweetheart? how about you get on your knees for me? you too,” he says, pulling at it until they’re whining. “all this mouthing off when you could be putting that pretty mouth of yours to better use.”

“ but you love it when I get mouthy, master,” jimin grins. “you love it even more when you can shut me up with your cock down my throat.”

the carpet feels soft under jeongguk’s knees as he slides down the couch and onto the floor, right in between taehyung’s legs. jimin has decided to lay themselves across the couch instead, tail wagging lazily in the air as they lean down to mouth at the prominent bulge in taehyung’s pants.

jeongguk reaches out to put a tentative hand on it, too; traces the outline of it with his fingers and swallows, mouth feeling both overflowing with saliva and dry at the same time. that feels… big, and thick. unable to resist, he inches forward a little, and leans down to lick at the outline of taehyung’s dick through his pants. 

“ah, fuck,” taehyung grunts. “wish you could see how good you look like this, honey. I bet you look even better with your mouth full of cock.”

jimin has joined him in his efforts, sucking right over where the head of taehyung’s cock would be.

“mhmm… jeonggukkie, you’re gonna love master’s cock. ‘s so thick and nice. don’t worry if you can’t take it all; he loves it when you choke on it.”

jeongguk looks up at them and groans. their faces are inches apart now; he gets momentarily distracted admiring how pretty jimin is. for a creature born in the depths of hell, there is something almost angelic about their beauty.

he raises himself onto his knees a little and presses his lips against jimin’s. jeongguk hears them grumble; it’s a sound that borders on a growl, but not quite, as they kiss him back eagerly. their fingers bump against each other, tangling together as they reach to unbutton taehyung’s pants at the same time.

when jimin begins licking at the seam of jeongguk’s lips, he parts them easily, letting their tongue in. he’s more than happy to let jimin take control. he moans when jimin’s tongue wraps around his, when they suck at it. it’s filthy; all the slurping, the wet smacking sounds their mouths make as they meet over and over again, the spit wetting jeongguk’s chin.

“gods, you two look so hot together,” taehyung rasps. “I’m almost willing to overlook the fact that you’re kissing without me, again.”

jeongguk feels his eyes widen a little as he feels jimin’s tongue push further into his mouth, and down his throat. if he had any of his wits about him, he’d probably be wondering just how long their tongue is? his blood rushes so fast it takes his ability to think clearly with it.he can’t do much but to let jimin fuck his mouth with their tongue; jeongguk isn’t even kissing them back anymore, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, content to simply let jimin take.

he coughs a little when jimin pulls back, whines because his mouth just feels so empty.

“ah, master, he’s so sweet,” jimin groans. “tastes s’nice. come on up, darling boy, let master have a taste before he starts sulking again. and then - “

jimin pushes taehyung’s underwear down just enough to free his cock. it’s - jeongguk subconsciously clenches around nothing when he sees it. the underside is… scaly, he would say; thick panels of scales that lead up to a pointy, tapered head. on the sides and front, there appear to be three lines of round little ridges. to have that inside of him… he can’t even imagine how it would feel. 

how sacrilegious it is of him to suddenly find himself praying for the chance of getting fucked with demon cock?

“ - and then, you can taste him,” jimin giggles. they wrap a hand around taehyung’s cock, stroking it from base to tip. his fingers can’t close fully around the girth of it. jeongguk closes his eyes before he bursts, right then and there.

“I don’t sulk,” taehyung grunts, sounding very much like someone who is two seconds away from sulking.

then, all of a sudden, jeongguk finds himself being hoisted up into the air by some sort of invisible force. he squeaks, starts squirming but it’s no use: whatever it is, it’s got an iron grip on his biceps and torso.

“ah -”

“oh, I’m so sorry, honey,” taehyung says, sounding genuinely apologetic. “I’ve been trying to hold them off since you walked in, ah, but they just couldn’t wait to meet you any longer.”

jeongguk goes still.

“they…?”

he notices, then, that the air around taehyung seems to be… distorted, in some parts. he blinks, and where there was nothing before now eight tentacles, four on each side, protrude from taehyung’s back; three of them are currently occupied holding jeongguk up, and there is a fourth making its way over towards jimin, poking at them on the lips. there is a pink, glossy substance leaking from its tip.

“oh my god,” he says. “that’s so hot. you’re so hot, hyung.”

“yeah?” taehyung says. “d’you want some too? “ he says, referring to the pink substance leaking from the tips of his tentacles. “it’s like… an aphrodisiac, of sorts. it can make everything feel so… mhmmm…. so much better. I think you’d like it.”

the tentacle that had been poking at jimin’s lips has succeeded in slipping into their mouth. it now plunges in and out of it, pink goo dripping from its length. the corners of jimin’s mouth shine with it. they look blissed out. another tentacle is now wrapped around taehyung’s own cock, coating it in goo.

“yes,” jeongguk says. “yes, please, I want it.”

taehyung hums, pleased. “okay, darling. first, I do believe you owe me a kiss.”

the tentacles bring him closer to taehyung, and their mouths meet in a wet kiss. jeongguk moans, needy, squirming in the slippery grip of the tentacles. it’s the goo - jeongguk is covered with it now, on his arms and torso where the tentacles are wrapped around him. he wants to taste it. wants it in his mouth. 

“master,” he slurs against taehyung’s mouth, feeling a little delirious with it. “wanna taste you, want it so bad, please.”

taehyung nods, saying, “yeah, yeah, yeah, c’mon, show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do.”

the tentacles put him down carefully. as soon as his knees have touched the carpet, jeongguk surges forward to get his mouth onto taehyung’s cock. finally. he licks at it like he’s hungry for it, base to tip, tracing every little ridge and bump with his tongue as he goes. the goo tastes surprisingly sweet: it sticks to the roof of his mouth and his teeth, like toffee. jeongguk can’t get enough of it.

“more,” he whimpers, and suddenly jimin is right there, and jeongguk is opening his mouth, sticking his tongue out, and letting jimin spit a glob of goo and saliva right into his mouth.

“fuck,” taehyung growls. jeongguk can relate. he swallows, making a show out of it, and then leans back down to suck the tip of his dick into his mouth. he fits as much as he can, chokes again and again when he tries to take too much, enjoys every second of it. jimin’s hand is there, stroking what jeongguk can’t possibly fit down his throat. he does not come up for air once.

until - 

“my turn,” jimin whines. curls a hand on jeongguk’s hair and pulls, to try and get him to pull off, but it just makes jeongguk moan; the sting of it only serves to make him harder. “don’t be greedy, darling. it’s my dick, too.”

jeongguk finally relents, sits back on his haunches while greedily breathing in air as he watches jimin swallow taehyung down  to the base.

“ ‘m close,” taehyung sighs. “jiminie, jeonggukkie, ‘m so close…”

jeongguk leans forward again, kissing and licking along taehyung’s shaft as jimin goes up; they get into a rhythm, when one goes down, the other goes up, and so on and so forth. there is a tentacle poking at his ass, in between the gaps of the lace tying them closed. blindly, jeongguk reaches with a hand to untie it, so the tentacle can -

“shit, shit,” taehyung grits out, wrapping a hand around himself. “open wide.”

jeongguk and jimin share a look, and then turn to face taehyung with their mouths open, sticking their tongues out for good measure. taehyung’s hand flies over his dick, squeezing around the tip on the upstroke; it doesn’t take him much more to cum, cursing in a language that does not sound human in the slightest. most of it lands in their mouths, across their cheeks and chins. taehyung cums a lot. by the time he’s done, there is so much of it in jeongguk’s mouth that it has started to spill down the corners.

not only that, but - the tentacle rubbing at his hole releases, too, coating his crack in goo. jeongguk groans, wishing it had been inside of him for that. now all that sticky goo has gone to waste. jeongguk clenches around nothing, feeling so terribly empty it brings tears to his eyes.

“swallow for me,” taehyung rasps, and they both obey without delay. “so good for me,” he sighs. his tentacles wiggle about, sated for the moment.

“did we make it up to you, master?” jeongguk asks, batting his eyelashes at him. what a vision he must make like this: covered in cum and tentacle goo, knees spread, rock hard.

jimin is sitting up now, muttering about /these damn clothes, need them off./ jeongguk wants to watch them get naked, but taehyung steals his attention by turning his head to look at him, with a finger to jeongguk’s jaw.

“swallowed my cock like you were made for it, honey,” taehyung purrs. “I believe I owe you something, don't I? c'mere.”

taehyung helps him climb into his lap. jeongguk groans at the pressure of his thigh against his crotch, and begins rutting against it without an ounce of shame.

“want to come,” he whimpers. his body feels like it's on fire. “please, I've been good.”

“I think the aphrodisiac is starting to kick in,” jimin giggles. they're fully naked now, laying back against the couch, stroking themselves languidly. their cock is big, with a tapered head and a knot at the base. jeongguk finds himself salivating just looking at it. “make him come before you give him the sigil, tae. y'know it's just gonna make him needier.”

taehyung hums. “you're right, jiminie. besides, he has been good. he deserves a reward, don’t you think, after he sucked me off so good?”

“wanted it all for himself,” jimin grumbles. “baby likes cock a little too much, hm?”

jeongguk’s nodding, but he's not sure what he's agreeing to. “please,” he begs. “please. want it - in my mouth, noona. can I have it?”

jimin’s eyes are blazing when they lean forward, still stroking themselves. 

“you just had master's cock in your mouth and you already want another?” jimin groans. “what a little cockslut you are, jeongguk-ah. gonna let noona fuck your face?” jeongguk nods, begs for it, please. “come here, fuck, come here.”

they rearrange him until he’s on his hands and knees in between jimin and taehyung. jimin is kneeling in front of him, then, with a hand in his hair and the other around their half-formed knot.

“say ahhhh.”

jeongguk’s jaw twinges with pain as he opens it as wide as it’ll go. oh, he’s gonna be real sore come tomorrow morning, there’s no doubt about it. he can’t wait to relish in the ache of a good fucking.

“gonna put the sigil on your hip, okay, baby?” taehyung says. “it’ll vanish as soon as we don’t have any use for it, don’t worry. ah, but first -”

the scream jeongguk lets out when a tentacle slides into his pants to curl around his cock is muffled by the tip of jimin’s cock, where it rests heavy on his tongue. it makes jimin groan, throwing their head back in pleasure; they’re a work of art, all lean muscle and sinuous lines. they’re fucking jeongguk’s mouth without abandon, hitting the back of his throat every time they thrust forward with these wet, choking noises that make jeongguk feel lighthead. 

“are you close, baby?” taehyung purrs. he’s got his mouth pressed against the small of his back, pressing little kisses there. jeongguk tries to nod to the best of his ability; it’s not too easy to do with half a cock down his throat. “let go for us, pretty boy. come for us.”

jeongguk’s eyes fall shut, overwhelmed by all the pleasure he’s feeling. the tentacle around his dick feels like nothing he’s ever experienced before, so wet and tight… gripping him just right. taehyung’s voice, low and husky, is the push he needs to give in to the orgasm he’s chasing. it hits so good his eyes roll back a little; his mouth goes a little slack, too, letting jimin use it as they please.

“ah, shit,” jimin groans. “‘m close too. gonna swallow it all for me like a good boy?”

he hums weakly; it’s all he can offer. jeongguk quickly realizes he’s still hard, and that the relief of the orgasm has given way to an intense need that feels ten times worse. taehyung’s tentacle is still wrapped snugly around him, milking him for all he’s worth. he still feels so empty; he pushes back against taehyung, hoping that he would just get the hint and fill him up. he’d take anything: his fingers, a tentacle, his cock..

“here it goes, darling,” taehyung says. “get ready ~”

jeongguk feels it when taehyung traces that sigil on his hip; it burns for the briefest of seconds, and then it’s gone. he starts to think that maybe it hasn’t worked, a little too preoccupied with the way jimin is using him like he’s a fleshlight. thick strings of saliva and precome drip from the corners of his mouth; with every thrust, his mind goes a little more numb.

then, he feels - a rush, a strange feeling in his gut. taehyung gasps in delight; he reaches with his fingers to rub at jeongguk’s hole, which is - is wet, he realizes. he’s - he’s getting wet, he’s leaking slick : it drips down his thighs in rivulets, reaching down to his kn ees .

“look at you,” taehyung groans. he slips two fingers inside of jeongguk with ease, stretching his hole out like it’s nothing. “all wet for us. we’re gonna have so much fun taking turns with you, darling.”

and jeongguk - he’s coming before he realizes what’s happening, a rush of pleasure so intense it makes him sob, the tears in his eyes finally dripping down his cheeks. 

“oh, you really liked that,” taehyung laughs. “I’ll go first, how about that, hm?”

jimin’s rubbing their knot insistently against the seam of jeongguk’s lips now, making these little noises like it physically pains them to not be able to fit it inside his mouth. their cock is as far down his throat as it can go. he has no problem swallowing, as it turns out, because jimin pours it all down his throat; he couldn’t waste a single drop even if he wanted to.

when their dick slips from his mouth, it just makes jeongguk cry harder. he’s coughing, struggling to breathe not only because he just got the skull-fucking of his life, but because two of taehyung’s tentacles are rubbing insistently at his hole.

jimin leans down to kiss him, slipping their tongue down his throat like they’re trying to taste themselves there.

“you look so beautiful like this, jeonggukkie,” they coo. “covered in tears and cum. fuck, I just,” they squeeze at their cock with a hiss. “love having a pretty boy crying on my cock.”

jeongguk looks down at their cock; their knot looks like it’s about to pop, all red and swollen. that same need has come back with a vengeance, relentless, making him sob because he wants to come, again and again, he wants to be filled.

“please, please,” he begs, turning to look at taehyung. “please, master, fuck me. ‘m so wet. I need it.”

“ah, but I am fucking you, darling,” taehyung says. both tentacles push inside, as if to illustrate his point. jeongguk arms tremble where he’s holding himself up on his elbows. oh, that feels so -

“not enough,” he cries. “‘s not enough. I want your cock.”

“what a greedy baby that we have, master,” jimin tuts. “he’s so cute, though, you just can’t help but to want to give him everything he wants.”

“and if what he wants is to come on my cock, begs me so prettily for it,” taehyung says. he’s got one hand on jeongguk’s hip now, squeezing tight. “well, I can’t just say no, can I?”

the tentacles have picked up the pace now, rocking him back and forth. jeongguk’s mind is not the clearest, but he could swear they’re getting thicker around the base and still his hole stretches to accommodate them, drenching them in slick. when taehyung pushes his cock in alongside them, his arms give up on him. jeongguk buries his face on his arms and dry-sobs as taehyung uses the grip he has on his hips to fuck him back onto his - his cock and tentacles - oh, god - 

“is master making you feel good, baby?” jimin says, reaching to pet at jeongguk’s hair. “is he fucking you good?”

jeongguk looks up. he can barely see through his tears. “s-so good, a-ah, I f-feel so good, so full,” he’s shaking his head, blabbering, unsure how much sense he’s making. “h-hyung, I’m gonna break, m-master’s gonna break me, he’s too big - “

taehyung curses. “honey, that mouth of yours is so - “ the tip of his nails sink into jeongguk’s skin; the sting of it makes jeongguk’s cock twitch and dribble a long string of precome. “you’re alright, darling, see how well you’re taking me? your little hole is as greedy as you: it keeps sucking me in, doesn’t want to let me go.”

“master,” jimin says suddenly. their eyes are fixed on jeongguk’s cock. “can you get him up on his knees? I wanna suck him off.”

a pair of tentacles move to wrap around his arms and haul him upright; the change in angle makes jeongguk all but scream, because it causes him to sink even deeper onto taehyung. he’s so… sensitive . he feels it all, every ridge and texture of taehyung’s cock as it goes in and out of him.

he whines when the tentacle that has been jerking him off withdraws from him. his cock bobs in the air, angry-red and hard, though it doesn’t stay like that for long. jimin says, “thank you, master,” and lowers themselves onto their elbows to wrap a hand around it. jeongguk sighs in relief, tingling with pleasure and the pain of overstimulation. he feels like a live wire, raw and exposed, when jimin takes him into their mouth. that tongue; it wraps around his cock as easily as taehyung’s tentacle did, milks him just as good.

a strange sensation begins building in the pit of his stomach. it feels almost like he’s getting too full, a sort of pressure that feels about ready to blow over -

“fuck!”

jeongguk’s eyes fly open. he turns his head just in time to see slick squirting out of his hole, soaking taehyung’s suit. he watches as taehyung leans over to press his chest against his back so he can fuck him harder, make him squirt harder. 

jimin hums, pleased, when jeongguk comes in his mouth without warning. they swallow him down with ease, keeping his nose pressed against the short pubic hairs on jeongguk’s crotch as they suck him dry. it feels like this one goes on for longer than the others, locking his body up as his orgasm washes through him. taehyung fucks him through it and then some: bounces him on his lap as he chases his own release, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only thing louder than their moans. it’s so - wet, and sticky, when taehyung fucks into him. he’s leaking almost non-stop, like he’s in one of those pornos where the omega just leaks and leaks like they’re a broken faucet.

he wonders if there could be anyone walking through the hallway outside, if they can hear them. if they’ll linger when they hear taehyung snarl, right in the open, “so perfect, so good for us. gonna come so deep you’re gonna feel it for days.” 

one of taehyung’s hands travels up towards his jaw, holding it tight, twisting his head to the side to press his lips against jeongguk’s when he cums. the tentacles, buried deep inside of him, release as well. it’s the feeling of his belly distending with it, combined with jimin all but cockwarming him, that pulls another dizzying orgasm out of him. he thinks that, maybe ― maybe the effects of the aphrodisiac are starting to wear off. maybe… with just one more…

“hng,” he says, letting himself slump half on top of jimin, trying to catch his breath. he winces a little when taehyung pulls out, so very gently, tentacles included. jimin pulls off his dick, too, and helps him lie down with his head on their thigh.

“empty,” he whines. he can feel taehyung’s cum, his slick, and the goo steadily dripping out of him and he hates it.

a tentacle rushes to slip inside of him, acting as a plug. jeongguk sighs, content for the moment. jimin’s dick is right there, and they still have yet to pop their knot…

“better?” taehyung says. 

“mhm,” he says, eyeing jmin’s knot again. “I - “

jimin’s carding their fingers through jeongguk’s hair, paying no mind to how greasy and sweaty it is.

“think you can do one more, sweetheart?” they ask. “if you’re not feeling up for it, I’ll understand. you can watch me knot taetae instead.”

jeongguk hums, pushing against jimin’s hands like he’s a cat asking for pets. jimin obliges, giggling.

“no, no, I can do it. want - “ he pauses, licks his lips. “ - want noona’s knot.”

jimin growls. “yeah? want noona to mount you?”

jeongguk nods so fast he makes himself dizzy. he sits up, giving jimin his best puppy eyes. he’ll beg and beg for it if he has to.

“how did we get so lucky tonight?” taehyung groans. “I cannot believe I almost ditched today’s inspection.”

“you’re welcome, by the way,” jimin says. “if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be sulking.”

“I do not sulk -”

“master,” jeongguk says. he’s got zero shame left in him, so he just goes for it: “can I - can I fuck you? while jimin fucks me?”

taehyung raises his eyebrows, though he looks more interested than anything else.

“oh?”

“I, well - “ jeongguk blushes a little. “I can’t stop thinking about…about you being wet. I wanna -”

“does my baby want to feel how wet I can get?” taehyung says. “make me squirt?”

jeongguk sits up, turning his puppy eyes to taehyung.

“please? I’ll make it so good for you, master.”

“well, you have been so good to us… I’d say you have earned it, baby. c’mere.”

they rearrange themselves until taehyung is lying down on his back, with jeongguk kneeling between his legs and jimin kneeling behind him. taehyung’s kicked off his pants, underwear and jacket lounging now in that shirt with the sinfully v-cut only. his black hair lays splayed like a dark halo on the cushions, golden eyes trained on jeongguk as he lines himself up and pushes in -

“oh, god, ” he groans, letting his eyes fall shut. it takes every single ounce of what’s left of his self control to not come immediately as soon as he bottoms out. “hyung, you feel so -”

taehyung is giggling. “ah, you know, me and the big man upstairs don’t really get along -”

jimin snorts. jeongguk groans. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just a -”

jimin lines themselves up and pushes in, and jeongguk doesn’t feel like laughing anymore. neither does taehyung, not when jimin sets up a pretty brutal pace from the start that has jeongguk fucking forward into taehyung as they thrust in. something keeps brushing against his side; he reaches for it blindly, and winds up with the end of jimin’s leash in his hand.

he pulls at it. pulls harder, when it makes jimin growl and their hips stutter.

“come on, noona, go harder, I want it harder.”

he moans, unabashedly loud, when he feels jimin’s teeth at his nape; not a full bite, merely a caress, but still has him gushing out slick; jimin’s knot is slipping in and out of his hole, catching on his rim a little, kind of like - 

“you’re so wet, sweetheart,” jimin grunts. “fuck, I can’t - I -”

jeongguk leans down to press his lips to taehyung’s, even though the most he can do with what little coordination he has is pant against his mouth, snap his hips as hard as he can chasing the delicious heat in between taehyung’s legs. it’s mostly jimin’s doing, he thinks, that taehyung keep shifting up and down the couch; or maybe it is him, spurred on by the sting of taehyung’s nails on his back.

he’s wrapped a tentacle around his cock, stroking himself with it. “I’m close, c’mon pretty baby, give it to me.”

jimin gets there first. their knot has swelled so much they can no longer pull out, only grind against jeongguk, muttering, “gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna - gonna put a whole litter of pups in you -”

now, jeongguk is well aware that he can’t get pregnant, but at that precise moment, he doesn’t give a shit. delirious with pleasure as he is, the fantasy sticks: jimin cumming so much that it has no choice but to take, of his belly swelling with his pups. jimin’s knot swells and swells, locking them into place; a rush of warm cum follows, and it’s what pushes jeongguk over the edge. taehyung follows quickly thereafter, the tentacle that he’s using to jerk himself off stained white with his cum.

jimin snuggles against jeongguk’s back, sighing in contentment. jeongguk, unable to hold himself up anymore with the added weight onto his back, sort of… collapses unceremoniously on top of taehyung. 

“oof,” he wheezes. “you two are heavy, you know?”

“mhmm,” jimin says. “sorry, taetae and jeonggukkie.” they don’t seem very sorry at all.

not that jeongguk can really blame them, especiallyif they’re feeling the same kind of boneless bliss that he’s feeling. it’s completely understandable that it’s taking them a minute to come back to the real world, so to speak.

taehyung sighs. “jeongguk, honey, are you alright? how are you feeling?”

how is he feeling? he’s currently sandwiched between two incredibly hot ― no pun intended, because hellborne creatures do tend to run hotter than average ― non-human beings; he’s covered in all sorts of body fluids, and he just got the everliving daylights fucked out of him. jeongguk is feeling great. 

he tells taehyung as much, which makes him laugh. even jimin offers them a sleepy chuckle from where they’re fully plastered against jeongguk’s back, nose buried in his nape. 

“well I’m very glad to hear that.” taehyung says. “ah, I don’t wanna let you go just yet and neither does jimin. greedy of us, I know.” he sighs, nuzzling at Jeongguk’s cheek. “I just can’t help myself, you’re just too pretty.”

jeongguk hums, tilting his head to give taehyung more room as he continues his path down his neck, pressing little kisses here and there; sinking his teeth in and sucking, as if eager to leave his mark on jeongguk’s skin.

“I don’t mind. I like greedy,” he bites at his lip at a particular stinging bite. “... am I prettier than all the other boys?”

“the prettiest.”

he cannot stop himself from blushing then. he wonders if, maybe, they want this to be a more than one time thing, too.

“would you like to come with us to the apartment we have here in this city? you can get cleaned up and sleep. or, if you wanna go home, that's okay too.”

“of course he's coming with us,” jimin grunts, holding on even tighter to jeongguk. “you're ours now, sweetheart.”

jeongguk blushes an even deeper shade of pink; it goes all the way down to his chest. it sounds… way too good to be true. jimin is probably just saying things, but still, there is no putting out the small flame of hope that lights up inside his heart, that they may want to keep him around after all.

“I'd love to stay at your place, hyung,” jeongguk says. he’s not just gonna let the opportunity to spend more time with them go. 

“excellent,” taehyung presses a kiss to his cheek. “we'll go as soon as jiminie's knot deflates.”

as it turns out, by “going” what taehyung actually means is teleporting . jimin doesn’t even bother getting dressed; they just gather all their clothes onto their lap and yawn. jeongguk envies them greatly: he can't wait to get out of his, which are sticking to him like a second skin. it's admirable, the way his cock makes a valiant attempt at getting hard, once he realizes they undressed him just enough to be able to fuck him. 

“have you ever used a teleportation spell, darling?” taehyung asks. jeongguk shakes his head. “ah, well, that's okay. you may feel a bit dizzy afterwards, but it'll pass quickly, alright? come hold my hand.”

jeongguk holds onto the hand taehyung offers him. with his free hand, taehyung clicks his fingers, and all of a sudden the couch is spotless, with not a single suspicious stain to be seen.

“neat, right?” taehyung says when he catches the surprised look on jeongguk’s face.”I'll get your clothes cleaned too, don't worry. I have found that your detergent is no match for my aphrodisiac.” he sounds oddly proud of it. 

jimin reaches for taehyung’s other hand, and then the world is spinning; jeongguk’s stomach lurches dangerously. he closes his eyes, hoping and praying that the contents of his stomach don't make a surprise appearance.

“we're here,” jimin’s voice says, sounding like they’re really far away. “you can open your eyes now, jeongguk.”

he opens one eye, then the other, and finds himself standing in the middle of a spacious living room with dark, wooden flooring and white walls. he stumbles, feeling slightly disoriented, but taehyung is quick to grab a hold of him so he doesn't fall.

“easy, honey,” he says. “are you okay? do you need to sit?”

“no - no, I'm good,” jeongguk sighs. “just tired.”

“come on, we'll shower and then we'll sleep, okay?”

ahead of them, jimin is already heading towards the bathroom. jeongguk nods distractedly, eyes on their ass and the way it bounces as they walk. jimin turns to look at him with a knowing smile, tail wagging.

“it looks even better when it’s wet, if you can believe it.”

“stop,” jeongguk groans. “if I get hard again I think my dick will seriously fall off.”

that makes both jimin and taehyung giggle. jeongguk barely resists the urge to puff his chest out; making them laugh is such an exhilarating feeling. 

he’s momentarily taken aback by the size of the shower, which seems like it easily could fit an entire football team inside. jeongguk ends up sandwiched in between them again, letting the warm spray of the water and the surrounding jets fall over him as jimin and taehyung fuss over him; one washes his body, while the other washes his hair. it feels like heaven, which in turns feels amusingly ironic, considering…

it’s only when he’s happily snuggled in bed with them that it occurs to jeongguk that he should probably text seokjin to let him know that he’s okay. his hyung must be so worried; yuna, too. he tries sitting up to go retrieve his phone from where it must still be in the back pocket of his jeans, which are currently lying on the floor of taehyung’s bathroom, and is meet with a growl from jimin and a frown from taehyung.

“I just need to get my phone real quick,” he says. “I wanna text my friends so they know I’m okay.”

“you don’t gotta get out of bed for that, silly,” taehyung says. “here.”

he does that thing where he snaps his fingers, and suddenly he’s holding jeongguk’s phone in his hand.

“huh,” jeongguk says, taking it from him. “that’s so convenient. I wish I could do that.”

“you probably could, with a bit of training,” taehyung shrugs. “even a human like you can learn basic magic like this.”

jeongguk shoots a quick text to their groupchat, letting seokjin and yuna know that he’s okay, that he just had the best sex of his life and that he may be in love. after taehyung puts his phone on his nightstand for him, jeongguk snuggles back onto the sheets and their embrace. he’s out like a light the second his head touches the pillow.

…

[seokjin]

> jeongguk where are you ??? are you still with them ???

> it’s NOON

[yuna]

> maybe they’re still sleeping. I’m sure they must be exhausted 🤭

[jeongguk]

> ahhhhh hyung i’m sorry!!! i wanted to text you but it kinda slipped my mind

> we woke up like five minutes ago and now we’re in some fancy restaurant having brunch. it’s a buffet type of thing and taehyung said I can eat as much as I want!!! hehe

[yuna]

> oh to be treated to brunch by a hot demon lady and her hellhound

[jeongguk]

> they said I belong to them now and I was like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😳😳😳

[seokjin]

> wait. who said that. was it the demon

> jeongguk did you respond affirmatively in any way to that statement

> there are some contracts with demons that can be established orally this is important

> JEONGGUK

[jeongguk]

> 😶‍🌫️