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It was a typical Tuesday night as Jimin graded papers with a half-scripted reality show he was not really watching as soft background sound. Taehyung was next to him about to fall asleep on the couch, struggling to keep his eyes open as he pretended to watch the couple on screen breaking up over the husband not paying for his wife’s latest boob job. The younger man had gotten up early to set up for an event at the gallery he owned, but he fought sleep waiting for their other boyfriend, Jungkook to come home.

Jeon Jungkook, the youngest of the trio, was still in college, and he had opted for an evening class this semester to attend a course taught by his academic advisor. Taehyung had disliked the decision even though he understood the reasoning behind it, and every Tuesday and Thursday, he anxiously fixed his wide brown eyes on the door until his precious Jungkook was safely home.

Jimin watched Taehyung check his phone with amused affection. The three were in a committed relationship with each other, but the individual connections between each of the young men varied in levels of emotional and sexual intimacy, and that was something that they communicated honestly about with each other. Jimin knew that Taehyung would not hover so anxiously over his phone if it were him who was out late rather than Jungkook, but his lover’s specific protectiveness over Jungkook was not something that made him jealous. If anything, he thought it was devastatingly cute.

Taehyung’s square jaw rested on his hand, and his typical boxy smile was replaced by a worried scowl. His thick eyelashes fluttered as he scrolled through the last text message conversation with Jungkook earlier.

Jimin ran a hand through his salon blonde hair. His students’ papers and the reality show could wait. Taehyung was much more interesting.

The two were only a few months apart in age, yet Taehyung carried himself with a stoic maturity that had appeared when he reached his mid-twenties. The handsome photographer-slash-gallery-owner had a side profile that could cut through glass, and he could easily be mistaken for an actor or a model with his toned physique and expressive eyes. The current unkept state of his fluffy black hair even looked intentional despite it being the result of making out with Jimin on the couch an hour prior.

Taehyung noticed the teacher’s amused gaze, and his frown deepened.

“Jungkookie is usually home by now,” he said. “Should I call him?”

“He probably stopped at the convenience store for some snacks,” said Jimin. “I’d wait a little longer before getting worried.”

Taehyung stood and walked to the balcony window of their two-bedroom apartment. “I’m going to call him.”

He held the phone to his ear and paced anxiously. “He’s not answering.”

“Don’t panic,” said Jimin. “Maybe it’s still on silent from when he was in class.”

The blonde exhaled sympathetically as Taehyung’s eyes became glassy in the way Jimin recognized as his boyfriend trying to hold back tears.

Mercifully, the door opened, and a tall young man in a hoodie calmly walked in carrying a backpack and two plastic bags. His long black hair was secured in a messy bun on top of his head.

“Hey,” his almond-shaped eyes scrunched as he smiled at his boyfriends.

“Jungkook-ah!” Taehyung exclaimed in relief.

“Jungkookie,” Jimin scolded. “You should’ve answered your phone just now.”

Jungkook placed the bags filled with ramen and junk food on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I was already in the elevator. I figured I’d see you guys in a second anyway.”

“Taehyung was about to start crying,” Jimin gave him the look he usually reserved when he would tell his high schoolers to stop talking in the classroom. “You shouldn’t make him worry.”

“I was not,” Taehyung huffed. “Don’t worry about it Jungkook.”

“What?” Jungkook’s bottom lip trembled. “I’m sorry, hyung.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter man, and Taehyung contentedly rested his cheek on his lover’s broad shoulder.

“You should text Taehyung if you don’t come straight home after class,” said Jimin.

“But I just stopped at the corner store,” Jungkook said anxiously.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetie,” Taehyung sighed. “I just worry too much.”

“That’s okay,” he tightened his arms around the older man. “I promise to text you more often when I’m out late.”

“Thanks,” Taehyung pecked his cheek. “That’d make me feel better.”

Jimin rifled through the plastic bags and examined one of the ramen containers. “Nice. You got the kind with shrimp.”

“Do you want some?” asked Jungkook.

“Anything to get me through reading these half-assed essays,” the blonde sighed.

Jungkook’s nose scrunched as he giggled. “Coming right up!”

Jungkook scurried to the kitchen to boil some water. Taehyung placed a relieved hand over his heart and sank back into the couch cushions.

Jimin patted his head. “Feel better?”

He emphatically inclined his head as he was finally able to rest his weary eyes. Both of his precious ones were home, and he could relax.

Jimin and Jungkook ate ramen while Jimin finished grading the essays. Taehyung had long dozed off on Jungkook’s shoulder, and the younger man finally convinced him to go to bed by tucking him in with a good night kiss.

When Jungkook returned to Jimin in the living room, the blonde had a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” said Jimin.

“There’s also something I want to ask you,” Jungkook smiled.

Jimin’s heart fluttered at his lover’s cute, bright smile that resembled a bunny, which was the source of the affectionate nickname the two twenty-five-year-olds gave him.

“You go first, bunny,” he said.

Jungkook removed his hair tie and shook the dark hair he had been trying to grow out. Jimin instinctively combed through the mane with his fingers.

“Well, you know how Team Cypher is having a concert here next Saturday?” The college student slapped his thigh in delight.

“That hiphop group you listen to when you work out?” Jimin smiled, happy to observe his boyfriend talk about something he was excited about.

“There was a contest on campus,” his cheeks flushed with enthusiasm. “And I won three tickets to the concert!”

“That’s awesome!” said Jimin.

“And they’re VIP tickets that come with soundcheck!” Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s hands and shook them excitedly.

The blonde laughed affectionately.

“Will you please come with me?” Jungkook said shyly. “I’d be too nervous to go by myself.”

“Of course, I’ll come, Koo,” Jimin squeezed the younger man’s hands. “It’s not like I have to work the next day anyway.”

“Do you think we can also convince Tae to come?” Jungkook nervously fiddled with the flashy rings covering Jimin’s fingers. “It might not be his thing . . .”

“Tae likes hiphop,” said Jimin.

“But sometimes he gets weird about me being out late,” he frowned. “And I wonder if there’s something wrong with me that he has to worry so much.”

“No, Jungkookie,” Jimin kissed his cheek and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend.

Jungkook pouted despite snuggling closer to the blonde. Jimin kissed his lips, and the bunny smile returned.

“You’re a smart, handsome, kind-hearted man who also happens to be openly bisexual,” Jimin met his eyes. “Unfortunately, there are cruel people in this world who would hurt you just because of that.”

“All three of us are out of the closet,” Jungkook said with frustration. “Why is it just me who Taehyung acts like is always about to step into a sink hole or fall off a bridge?”

“Two reasons,” Jimin said gently. “One, even if you’re an adult, you’re still younger than us, and Tae likes to take care of you because he loves you.”

Jungkook nodded reluctantly because he actually did enjoy being babied by Taehyung most of the time.

“And two, he and I had some bad experiences when we were younger,” said Jimin. “And he’s afraid something like that might happen to you.”

Jimin and Taehyung had been boyfriends since high school and already had a history before they met Jungkook while attending the same college. Jungkook and the pair had been drawn together like destined lovers in one of the historical dramas Taehyung liked to watch, and he often forgot that they had not always been together. Whenever he would ask Taehyung about the past, the photographer would mostly recount funny stories and show cute pictures of Jimin in his school uniform. Taehyung never mentioned negative memories, and Jungkook never really pressed him about it.

“You’re very special to him,” he continued. “So, don’t be offended when he worries a little.”

“Alright,” said Jungkook. “But will you help me ask him about the concert?”

“Of course, bunny,” the blonde pulled Jungkook into his lap.

The younger man giggled as he kissed him more heatedly this time. Jimin’s fingers brushed the warm skin under his shirt, and their hips slotted together.

“Wasn’t there something you were going to ask me?” Jungkook’s eyes were dazed with lust as their lips parted.

He watched the playful expression in Jimin’s eyes, hoping his boyfriend’s request would involve relieving the sudden tension in his groin.

“I was wondering if you’d like to help me livestream before bed,” said Jimin.

The suggestion was not much of a surprise. Along with being a high school teacher, Jimin was also a cam performer in his spare time.

For the moment, the nocturnal hobby was his and Jungkook’s secret. The younger man had started out just helping with the technical aspects of Jimin’s live shows until he started getting too horny watching his boyfriend masturbating on camera, and Jimin introduced Jungkook to the audience as his ‘sexy camera bunny’. He never showed his face on the livestream, but Jimin’s regular viewers were well-acquainted with Jungkook’s big hands and cock wringing blissful moans out of Jimin.

Jungkook kissed him hungrily. “As long as I get to fuck you.”

“We can still fuck even if you don’t want to livestream,” Jimin clarified, not wanting him to feel obligated just because he was horny.

“I know, hyung,” said Jungkook. “But I like helping you!”

“Alright, bunny,” Jimin smiled. “Can you get the camera set up ready to go? I’m going to get myself prepped.”

The younger man kissed him one more time before moving from his lap. “This will be fun!”

“With you, it always is,” Jimin admired his bunny’s ass as he scurried down the hall to prepare the recording equipment in the guest bedroom.

Jungkook’s hands trembled slightly in anticipation as he mounted one of camera stands. Jimin had been allowing him to help with his cam shows for a few months, and Jungkook could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of playing with his gorgeous boyfriend in front of an anonymous audience.

Green fairy lights twinkled over the golden bedframe of the double bed, and black velvet drapes made for a luxurious backdrop for the main camera angle. Jungkook smoothed the crisp white sheets. The young man swallowed in eager anticipation as the spare bedroom door opened. 

“Are we ready to go, bunny?” asked a sultry voice.

“Y-yeah,” the younger man tried to steady his breath as he turned towards the breathtaking sight.

Jimin had changed into a loose lingerie top with matching stockings and a thong. His eyes were framed with glittering eyeshadow, and his plump lips glistened with sweet smelling clear lipgloss. Jungkook clenched his fist as he held himself back from pulling the gorgeous man towards him.

“Good,” Jimin nodded at Jungkook’s lovestruck reaction. “I figured this look will get us plenty of extra donations tonight.”

“Y-yeah,” the dark-haired man gulped. “You look amazing.”

Jimin laughed softly, and the mattress shifted slightly as Jimin lowered himself into the frame of the main camera.

“You can start the livestream whenever you’re ready,” the blonde smirked.

“We’ll get to- you know, right?” Jungkook asked bashfully.

“Will you get to fuck me on camera?” Jimin laughed softly. “Yes. But we have to get the audience worked up first, or else we won’t make any money.”

“R-right,” Jungkook licked his bottom lip.

“Just make sure the shots look good, and I’ll let you know when it’s your time to shine,” Jimin stretched his arms.

“No problem, hyung,” Jungkook smiled, his cheeks still flushed. “Making you look good is the easiest job ever.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Just start the livestream, my horny bunny.”

Jungkook logged into Jimin’s account on the camshow site and pressed the red button that would let anyone in the world share the intimate view he currently had of his boyfriend. Within seconds, the viewer count already went up.

“Good evening my lovely viewers,” Jimin purred towards the camera. “It’s such a pleasure to spend another hot, summer night with you.”

He licked his lower lip slowly.

“I missed all of my lovely viewers, so I thought, I’d say hello.”

Jungkook’s cock jumped in his jeans as the notification bell signified that the viewers were already contributing donations for Jimin’s mere presence on the website.

“And of course I’m not completely alone, since camera bunny is on standby behind the camera,” Jimin giggled. “He’ll make sure to read the chat even if I get too carried away.”

The first larger donation ringed in. Ten thousand won from an anonymous user requesting that Jimin take off his clothes. The blonde laughed softly as he read the message.

“My lovely viewers are just as horny as I am tonight,” he teased as he pulled off the lacy shirt leaving him only in a thong and stockings.

He slowly ran his hand over his bare chest to the fabric of the silk thong, and lazily stroked his crotch.

“You know what summer nights are best for, right?” A soft gasped escaped his lips as his cock twitched from the contact.

“For fucking,” Jungkook read one of the chat messages.

“Mmmm,” the cam performer spread his thighs and continued to pleasure himself through the smooth fabric. “That’s exactly right. I’m hoping I get fucked really good tonight.”

A small drop of moisture wet the front of the thong as Jimin met Jungkook’s eyes for a moment before looking back at the camera. Jungkook’s jeans were suddenly painfully tight.

Jimin placed his hands on the edge of the thong and teased the audience as he pushed them slightly down his hips.

“I know I want to get fucked,” Jimin pouted. “But I’m not entirely sure how much all of you want to see me get railed by my boyfriend’s massive cock.”

More donations swiftly poured in, and Jungkook stifled a laugh.

“Oh my,” Jimin laughed as he pulled the thong down his thighs.

His small erection flopped free, and Jungkook shifted the second camera to get a close up shot of Jimin’s leaking cock.

“Cute,” Jungkook said with admiration.

“Ooo, someone’s getting horny behind the camera,” Jimin laughed and spread his thighs.

He wrapped a hand around his cock and played with himself. “Should I have fun with him, or should I just make him watch?”

Jimin read the comments and smirked.

-Let him fuck you!

-We want to see his big cock destroy you.

-What a cute slut, pretending he doesn’t want to get fucked.

-Spread those cheeks, cutie.

-Show us everything, and I’ll make it worth your while.

-Look at him touching that cute little cock . . . but he’s not gonna come before his hole is stuffed.

“That’s true,” the blonde flashed a bright smile at the camera. “I get off better if something large is inside of me . . .”

Jungkook gulped.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised as a large donation notification clanged in. “RunchRanda just donated 3 million won with the message ‘just let him fuck you already, cute little slut.”

That username had started appearing in the last few livestreams, and the viewer was getting increasingly generous with Jimin especially when Jimin and Jungkook performed more intimate acts on camera.

“Thank you so much,” Jimin’ eyes glittered at the camera. “I guess it’s time for my camera bunny to fuck daddy.”

Jungkook blushed in anticipation as he removed his t-shirt and unzipped his jeans. Jimin’s eyes lingered on Jungkook’s muscled arms and toned abs. He thanked the heavens daily for blessing him with two boyfriends who liked to lift weights ‘for fun.’ Jungkook jumped out of his jeans, leaving him only in black briefs.

“Make sure to turn on cam 2 so our viewers can get a good look at that giant cock going inside me,” Jimin licked his lips and laid on his back.

Jungkook moved the main camera’s frame on Jimin’s face and flushed upper body. Then he flicked on a smartphone camera connection that the college student had expertly designed to film close-up shots during Jimin’s livestreams. With a few adjustments on the laptop, the livefeed became a split screen of the first camera and the feed from the phone currently giving the viewers a close-up view of the sparkly buttplug in the webstar’s cleanly waxed ass.

The rave comments poured in:

‘Even his butthole looks dainty.’

‘Of course he has to put glitter on every part of his body.’

‘Can’t wait to see his bf split open that cute little hole.’

‘Fuck that’s hot.’

‘I feel like I’m intruding on something . . . and I’m loving every second of it.’

‘shit . . . I hope camera bunny fucks him til his makeup starts running down his face . . .’

Jimin glanced at the screen and giggled. “I don’t know what I’d do without my bunny. He’s so good at these technical things. Does my hole look pretty today?”

Several smaller donations were coming in by the second as Jungkook teased Jimin’s stretched hole with the buttplug.

“How should my camera bunny fuck me today?” Jimin glanced at the camera seductively. “I’m sure you’re just as excited to see his giant cock as I am.”

A notification chimed in from one of their regular viewers.

“Oh, how generous,” Jimin purred. “5 million won from WorldWideLuvr asking for bunny to fuck me without a condom today.”

He ran a hand over his chest and looked towards Jungkook off camera. “What does my baby say?”

Jungkook bobbed his head eagerly and Jimin laughed.

“Of course bunny wants to keep daddy full with his come,” he licked his lips. “You’re a horny little bunny, aren’t you?”

Jungkook kept the camera steady on Jimin’s bottom while eagerly reaching for a tube of lube. Jimin was certainly stretched and lubed enough, but it would not be a proper Jimin camshow without an excessive amount of mess.

“Is bunny going to get daddy nice and wet?” Jimin’s voice lilted as he kept his lustful eyes on the camera.

“While he’s doing that, let me remind my viewers that my camera bunny and I are okay not to use a condom today because we are in an exclusive relationship with one other person and get tested regularly,” Jimin winked. “Make sure to practice safe sex at home, lovely viewers.”

Jungkook smiled to himself that Jimin’s inner teacher was even coming out during a sex livestream.

Jimin released an exaggerated moan as Jungkook removed the buttplug and squeezed half of the tube of lube on his hole. The lube was filled with body safe pink glitter, and Jungkook brightened the overhead light angled over Jimin’s lower end to capture the sparkle.

“Bunny has been so good for daddy, I think he deserves a reward,” the blonde shivered slightly at the cool sensation at the excessive amount of lube. “I haven’t even had to give him a spanking today.”

Jungkook pushed two fingers in his hole, and the glitter lube squelched loudly. The younger man maneuvered one of the microphones closer, so the viewers would be able to enjoy the obscene noises.

“Mmm,” Jimin turned his head to read some comments as Jungkook gave him the intimate massage. “What was the last reason I had to spank bunny?”

The streamer’s eyes glimmered mischievously as Jungkook blushed.

“My baby bunny has a high libido, which I find adorable, and I’m more than happy to help him with,” Jimin smirked. “But last week, I caught him masturbating naked in our living room with a fleshlight when he should have been studying for an exam the next day.”

Jungkook’s dick twitched at the memory.

“He insisted that it was going to be an easy test and that he knew the material,” the blonde continued. “But I still bent him over my knee and spanked him until his bottom turned bright red . . . he liked it so much he came all over the couch.”

Jimin met Jungkook’s eyes lustfully. The donations clanged in at the lewd story.

“He was so horny that he hadn’t even noticed me walk in,” Jimin continued to tease Jungkook. “But when he noticed me, he covered one of his special magazines with his textbooks.”

Jimin gave Jungkook a reassuring wink, because he knew the younger man was easily embarrassed about the stash of magazines he kept in the lower desk drawer in the living room. Jimin and Taehyung respected his privacy and never looked in there. They both suspected that they were magazines with pictures of topless women, and they had tried to give the younger man several reassurances that he did not have to feel ashamed of his bisexuality.

“But I think he likes when daddy catches him doing something naughty,” said Jimin. “Our other boyfriend is really gentle with him, so he likes getting it rough from me. And an occasional spanking has kept his grades in check.”

He chuckled as he noticed that Jungkook’s cock was completely hard.

Jimin glanced at the donations again. “Another 5 million won from WorldWideLuvr asking for bunny to show off his stamina by fucking me hard and rough for as long as he can last.”

“Sounds fun,” Jimin bent his knees and raised his stockinged legs in the air.

The blonde enjoyed showing off his flexibility and wiggled his toes near camera one.

“Think you’re up for the challenge, bunny?”

Jungkook nodded eagerly, lining up his thick cock with Jimin’s entrance in cam two.

“Anyone want to time how long he lasts?” Jimin flashed another seductive look at the camera.

A notification clanged and Jimin raised his eyebrows. “RunchRanda will donate 1 million won for every minute bunny lasts . . . everyone else, feel free to join in as well with whatever you can afford.”

Jungkook’s chest buzzed. He was naturally competitive and was eager to prove himself in front of Jimin’s viewers.

“Oh, he looks excited,” Jimin said. “Alright, start timing him as soon as he’s all the way in.”

Jungkook propped the phone on a selfie-stick mount on the bedframe and made sure that nothing was blocking the scandalous camera angle before slipping easily inside Jimin’s well-lubed hole. He gripped Jimin’s hips and started to fuck him at an intense pace. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as his lover angled his dick to brush against the perfect spot with each thrust.

“Aaaahh, Bunny!” the slender blonde arched his spine. “So good!”

The notifications rang almost every few seconds as the viewers raved over Jimin getting pounded by his boyfriend’s giant cock. They also commended how the lighting captured the come leaking out of his bobbing erection and the flush that was spreading over his entire body.

“F-fuck, you might make daddy come without playing with his cock,” the cam star’s toes curled delicately in the lace stockings.

Jimin looked at Jungkook who hardly even seemed out of breath. “My good boy, that’s right.”

Jungkook shivered from the praise. Jimin glanced to the side, struggling to read the comments while getting railed.

“Mmm,” a trickle of drool pooled out of the corner of Jimin’s mouth. “Someone asked for bunny to squeeze my nipples while he fucks me.”

The chat nearly crashed as Jungkook’s big hands raked up Jimin’s lithe body. His thumbs flicked pink nipples as his hips continued their relentless thrusts.

“Feels so good, bunny,” Jimin squeezed his eyes shut. “I’ll have to try not to come too fast.”

The donations poured in as the chat admired Jimin for being fucked so well and looking so pretty while being split open in front of thousands of viewers. There were a few comments wishing they could find someone to fuck them that good.

After a few more minutes of the intense stimulation, Jimin keened a high-pitched cry as Jungkook flicked his nipples. A stream of come erupted on his belly.

“Oooh fuck, bunny,” Jimin arched his spine and spread his thighs as far apart as possible. “Don’t stop!”

Jungkook gripped Jimin’s legs, releasing a low grunt as he checked that the camera angle was still showing his dick plowing Jimin’s sloppy hole.

“I’m coming!” Jimin’s eyes rolled back, and an impressive amount of release sullied his flat tummy.

Jungkook closed his eyes and relaxed as he climaxed into Jimin with three rough thrusts.

“Oh bunny, so good,” Jimin gasped for breath. “Make sure to show them how messy my hole is now . . .”

Jungkook reached for the camera and held it to focus on an extreme close up of his softening dick pulling out of Jimin. A slippery mixture of the glitter lube and Jungkook’s milky come slipped from Jimin’s abused hole. He pushed some of the come back inside, and when he removed his fingers, it gushed into Jungkook’s hand.

“Fuck he sure filled me up,” Jimin watched the camera feed with interest. “Now, someone tell me how long bunny lasted . . .”

He raised his eyebrows when he saw how much money they had just made.

“Wow . . . my baby bunny sure has good stamina,” Jimin smiled with pride. “We’ll have to see if he can beat his record next time.”

Jungkook giggled with delight at the praise. A few extra donations came in just because his laugh sounded cute.

“That was amazing. I’m definitely going to sleep well tonight,” Jimin stretched languidly as postcoital exhaustion weighed his limbs. “I hope you all enjoyed this evening’s livestream. Thank you again for your generous donations, and I hope we can all have fun again together soon.”

Jungkook panned camera two between Jimin’s hole, his cock, and the glistening pool of come on his stomach as the streamer said his usual outro. The camera paused on a pretty angle of Jimin’s spent cock and the lacy trimming of his stockings as Jimin read the usernames of the top donators (WorldWideLuvr had just surpassed RunchRanda in donations at the last second,) and said goodnight.

Jungkook flicked the switch cutting off the live feed from the cameras and displaying a screen with glittery text directing viewers to a page of Jimin’s archived videos if they missed the livestream.

Jungkook tucked his cock into his underwear and reached for the pack of wet wipes near the bed.

“You looked really nice on camera today,” Jungkook pecked a gentle kiss on Jimin’s lips.

“Thank you,” The blonde grinned. “You did a good job. I appreciate you helping me.”

“I just like spending time with you,” the younger man blushed. “But it’s cool that you make money from it too.”

Jimin kissed him again, and Jungkook diligently cleaned him with the wipes. He tilted his head towards the computer screen and an excited shriek escaped his lips.

“Jungkook, we fucking brought in the dough, baby!” Jimin grinned.

“How much did we make?” Jungkook’s doe eyes widened.

Jimin pointed at the screen as Jungkook threw the wet wipes in the bin next to the bed. Jungkook gasped at the number.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whispered. “That’s a lot of money. What are we going to do with it?”

“I’ll do some bookkeeping tomorrow morning, and we’ll discuss it after we drop off Taehyung at the gallery,” said Jimin.

“We probably need to tell Tae at some point if we keep doing livestreams like this,” Jungkook frowned worriedly.

Taehyung was aware that Jimin had done sexual livestreams occasionally for extra money back when they were in college, but he did not know that Jimin had recently started cam work again and that Jungkook was helping him this time.

“I hope he won’t be mad,” Jungkook’s eyes became misty.

“Bunny,” Jimin placed a grounding hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I plan on talking to him about it soon. And he certainly wouldn’t be mad at you either way.”

The younger man’s loose black hair bobbed as he nodded, but his sparkly eyes became distant. Jimin studied the shift in his demeanor with concern.

“Are you in subspace, bunny?” Jimin smoothed a hand on his cheek.

The youngest of the trio enjoyed letting himself loose during sexual activities, but that often left him in a vulnerable and more emotional state of mind. Jimin and Taehyung were always cautiously gentle with Jungkook when he got into such a state, even if Jungkook would insist he was alright. Jungkook internalized his feelings more than the other two, and his worries and insecurities would often come to the surface when he was submissive in bed with either of his boyfriends.

“I love you,” Jimin kissed him again. “Taehyung loves you too, and nothing you could ever do would make him not love you.”

“I hope so,” Jungkook’s bottom lip shook.

“Come here,” Jimin pulled the younger man into a tight embrace. “I love you so much.”

There was a light tap on the door, and Jimin swiftly slammed his laptop shut and threw Jungkook’s discarded t-shirt over the webcam. The smaller camera setup could be mistaken for a phone being charged.

“You can come in, sweetie,” Jimin wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s waist, and the younger man moved closer to him.

Taehyung shuffled into the guest room rubbing sleep from his eyes. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts covered with leaping cartoon unicorns. The half-asleep man was neither surprised nor dismayed by the obvious aftermath of an intense lovemaking session. Jimin had managed to hide the recording equipment, but the open tube of lube, the wet wipes package, and the clingy body language of the barely dressed pair on the bed gave away the rest of the night’s events.

He observed his boyfriends with a mixture of affection and concern. “You guys are still awake?”

“We felt like getting it on, and we didn’t want to wake you up,” said Jimin. “We were in the mood for something rough.”

“You need to make sure you get enough sleep, though,” said Taehyung. “Don’t you have a 9am lecture tomorrow, Jungkookie?”

Tears finally spilled from Jungkook’s eyes. “Please don’t be mad at me, hyung,”

Taehyung rushed forward to hug him. Jimin’s eyes softened at the sight of his two angels holding each other tightly.

“Baby,” Taehyung stroked Jungkook’s hair. “I’m not mad if you and Jimin wanted some alone time. I just know that you have a hard time getting up early when you stay up too late.”

Jungkook snuggled into Tae’s shoulder. Taehyung held him tightly.

“You guys can head to bed,” said Jimin. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Ready to snuggle, Koo?” Tae whispered softly.

“Mm-hmm,” he kissed his boyfriend’s neck.

Taehyung watched Jimin get off the bed- still dressed in nothing but smudged make up and stockings.

“You got all pretty,” his dark eyes lingered on the delicate lace trim.

“I want to look nice when I make love with our bunny,” Jimin looked at Jungkook affectionately.

Taehyung hummed his agreement, still none the wiser about the hidden streaming equipment in the guestroom.

“You guys go ahead, I’ll pick up everything else in here,” Jimin gently insisted.

“Of course, baby,” Taehyung kissed the blonde’s plump lips.

Taehyung tenderly steered Jungkook from the room that smelled heavily of sex and perfume, and the pair shuffled down the carpeted hall to the master bedroom. Jungkook moved purely on autopilot as exhaustion began to take over his limbs.

The trio’s wide canopy bed was placed in the center of the room. The navy-blue drapes patterned with golden moons and stars were attached to the ceiling, and golden ropes at the sides allowed the heavy curtains to surround the bed when they wanted complete darkness or just the security of extra privacy. The orthopedic mattress was so comfortable that Jungkook almost always fell asleep immediately after laying down. Jimin had insisted on changing the mattress every two years, and while Taehyung usually tried to reign in his hyung’s expensive tastes, he would usually agree when it came to splurging on practical items like furniture.

“Lay down, bunny,” Taehyung smiled as he steered the younger man towards the bed.

Jungkook automatically rolled to his favorite spot, the soft pillow in the middle. He was content to lay in the center where Taehyung and Jimin would curl around him on either side. The three shifted a lot in their sleep, so they would sometimes awake in comical positions, but Jungkook enjoyed the period of serenity at the beginning of the night when his boyfriends would fall asleep next him, and he could shed his worries and relax completely.

Jungkook’s breaths steadied, and Taehyung kissed the little beauty mark on the tip of his nose. He rolled to turn off his bedside lamp and laid on his side so he could stroke Jungkook’s smooth black hair which smelled like a combination of his grapefruit-scented shampoo and Jimin’s favorite perfume.

Taehyung’s lips tilted upward imagining the vigorous evening activities that had exhausted his boyfriends. His deep voice vibrated as he laughed softly.

“I have the day off on Friday,” Taehyung said as if he did not deliberately plan most of his days off when Jungkook did not have class. “Maybe we can have some alone time, too. I’ve been missing my Jungkookie.”

Jungkook kissed Taehyung without opening his eyes.

“I take that as a yes,” he chuckled.

“Can we order pizza and stay in bed most of the day?” Jungkook mumbled.

“Sounds good to me, bunny,” Taehyung pulled the comforter securely over them.

Jungkook reached for his boyfriend’s hand. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Taehyung squeezed his fingers.

The shower started in the next room. Many people would have considered the bathroom sharing the same wall as the bedroom a design flaw, but the steady drum of the water lulled the pair to sleep.

When Jimin entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist, he grinned at the sight of Taehyung and Jungkook holding hands while they slept. Little moments like these made his heart feel full.

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The next morning, Taehyung’s prediction that Jungkook would have trouble getting up had been correct. The younger man had moaned that he wanted to skip the morning lecture, but his diligent boyfriends were having none of it, pushing him into the shower and setting a fresh t-shirt and jeans on the sink.

Jimin fried an omelet while reheating tofu soup on the stove. Taehyung busied himself with the rice cooker. The older two had already been up for an hour. Jimin looked much more like a teacher than he had the night before with a white collared shirt tucked into grey dress pants and black-rimmed glasses. Taehyung certainly looked like the owner of a modern photography gallery with tight black jeans, a green sweater, and a burgundy beret positioned on top of his wavy dark mane. The outfit would look pretentious on anyone else, but the gallery owner had a talent for improving the appearance of any article of clothing as soon as it landed on his body.

Jungkook shuffled in the kitchen patting his hair dry with a towel, suddenly feeling shy about the two gorgeous men in his presence. Little did he know how his boyfriends held their breath at the sight of the damp-haired youth entering the kitchen. The sleeves of the white t-shirt clung to his toned biceps, and Jimin’s thoughts drifted to the previous night’s livestream.

“You guys look handsome today,” Jungkook’s face was radiant with happiness.

“Thank you, baby, you look good too,” Taehyung sat across from Jungkook at the square dining table.

“Breakfast will be ready in a second,” said Jimin.

“Did you sleep well?” asked Jungkook.

“I slept really well thanks to you,” the blonde winked.

Jungkook bit his bottom lip in bashful pride.

As Jimin placed the steaming bowls at the table, he raised his eyebrows at Jungkook, wordlessly suggesting for him to bring up the concert to Taehyung.

“Right,” Jungkook cleared his throat and straightened his posture. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about last night, but you were too tired.”

“Oh?” Taehyung gracefully lifted metal chopsticks from the frog-shaped utensil holder in the middle of the table.

“I won three VIP tickets to the Team Cypher concert next Saturday,” his gaze remained on Taehyung’s face watching his reaction. “I was hoping you and Jimin-hyung would come with me.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fun to go to a concert together,” said Taehyung. “But how late does it end?”

“Maybe kind of late,” the younger man twiddled his thumbs. “But there’s safety in numbers, right?”

Taehyung inclined his head, but there was still a reluctant look in his eyes as he took a bite of the omelet rather than replying. Both men looked at Jimin, and the teacher laughed softly, long having accepted being the deciding voice when the other two disagreed on something.

“We can go as long as we promise to stay together the entire time,” Jimin said with a note of finality.

“Of course!” Jungkook bobbed in his chair enthusiastically.

“As long as we take the car,” said Taehyung.

“Sounds fine by me,” said Jimin.

Jungkook giggled with excitement and was finally able to enjoy his breakfast. The trio headed out of the house together after they finished eating.

Jungkook skipped towards the midsized black vehicle in the apartment complex’s parking garage with his backpack over his shoulder. The car was legally in Taehyung’s name, but Jimin drove it on most days because his job was the furthest from their apartment, except when Taehyung needed it to transport photography equipment. The gallery was within walking distance from the apartment, but Taehyung usually rode along with the other two on mornings when they had to leave around the same time.

The car approached a brick building nestled among a street of boutiques and cafes. A wide display window showcased the top three winners of the previous month’s photography contest.

“I’ll see you at the gym later this afternoon, then?” Taehyung tapped Jungkook’s thigh affectionately.

“Yeah! I’ll take the bus over there after lunch,” said Jungkook.

After Taehyung had kissed them and waved them goodbye in front of the gallery, Jimin smiled conspiratorially at Jungkook.

“So, I paid three months of our rent in advance this morning,” Jimin navigated the vehicle towards the highway that led to Jungkook’s college. “If we have another livestream as successful as last time, I’m considering buying the apartment outright . . . so start brainstorming what else we can try on camera.”

“Wow,” said Jungkook. “We should tell Taehyung before that, though.”

“We will,” he adjusted his glasses. “But I think it’s important to help ensure our future stability, especially since all of us like our current place.”

“I really like the apartment,” Jungkook smiled. “It’s my sanctuary where I can forget everything else and spend time with you and Taehyung.”

 “Exactly, bunny,” Jimin patted his boyfriend’s leg.

“I just hope Tae doesn’t freak out about the livestream stuff,” the younger man worried.

“We’ll make sure he’s in a good mood when we tell him,” The impish tone in his voice implied just how he planned to get Taehyung in a good mood.

“Alright,” said Jungkook. “And for the livestream stuff, I’m thinking a close up pov shot of you giving me a blowjob while the other camera shows you playing with yourself.”

“I like how you think,” Jimin flashed his white teeth. “Just try not to get too distracted during your lecture thinking about my tongue running over your cock.”

Jungkook gulped, willing away the bulge forming in his jeans. Jimin stopped the car close to the building where Jungkook had most of his classes.

“Have a nice day, bunny,” Jimin kissed him with a lingering tease of tongue before unstrapping his boyfriend’s seatbelt.

“Y-yeah, you too, hyung,” he reluctantly moved away.

Jungkook reached for his backpack and stepped onto the sidewalk. Jimin laughed at the younger man’s lovestruck expression in the rearview mirror as he exited the campus.

That Friday, Jungkook and Taehyung woke up late and went to the gym together.

After they came home and showered, Jungkook felt energized for a different type of physical exertion. Taehyung eyed him with a similar hungry expression.

“I’m sure your muscles are sore from all that weightlifting,” Taehyung licked his bottom lip. “How about I give you a massage?”

“That sounds nice, hyung,” his doe eyes sparkled, knowing what type of massage he was about to receive.

“Get comfortable, and I’ll be right there,” the older man smirked.

He went to the bathroom to get his massage oils, and Jungkook swiftly discarded his clothing. The smooth sheets cooled his hot skin, and he shivered in anticipation as he laid on his belly and covered himself with the blanket from the waist down.

Taehyung straddled Jungkook’s blanketed bottom and warmed sweet-smelling oil in his palms.  The younger man closed his eyes as warm hands pressed into his shoulder blades.

“You’re so tense, Jungkookie,” Taehyung’s voice was barely a whisper in his ear. “I’ve got my work cut out for me.”

Jungkook moaned as the juncture between his shoulder blades emitted a satisfying click.

“Your shoulders are so tense,” Taehyung clicked his tongue. “I keep telling you not to put too many things in your backpack.”

“It’s not too heavy,” Jungkook protested. “And it counts as a workout when I walk with it to the bus stop.”

“Bunny,” his hyung frowned. “Your workout is your workout, not walking to the bus. You should try to carry less in your backpack.”

Taehyung stroked the oil along Jungkook’s spine, and the young man released soft whines as his boyfriend’s skilled thumbs soothed his back muscles.

“You should get a ride home with Jimin more often,” said Taehyung. “Even if that means waiting a little longer on campus.”

“But I like taking the bus to see you at the gallery,” his lips pouted cutely.

“Hmm,” Taehyung grinned brightly at his bunny’s desire to be close to him. “Maybe we can compromise, and you can take less stuff in your backpack on the days you take the bus home.”

He poured more oil into his hands and admired the scattered beauty marks on Jungkook’s broad shoulders. 

“Okay, hyung,” Jungkook relented. “But my programming course has a lot of textbooks.”

“We’ll figure it out, sweetheart,” Taehyung kissed his cheek.

Another sweet sigh escaped the college student’s lips as Taehyung massaged his back with slow, firm strokes. His body tingled as the tension was wringed from his muscles. However, a more pleasant tension was growing somewhere else.

“Hyung, I think my back feels better now,” he said hopefully.

“Is that so?” Taehyung’s breath tickled his ear.

“Maybe you can move your hands a little lower?” he wiggled his hips slightly.

Taehyung’s heavily lashed eyes sparkled mischievously. He moved from the bed and flicked the bottom end of the blanket to expose Jungkook’s legs but still cover his rear end. Jungkook murmured in complaint as Taehyung began to rub the oil into his muscular thighs.

Taehyung tutted. “Your leg muscles should also be properly massaged.”

“But hyung,” Jungkook whined. “There’s another spot that really needs to be massaged.”

“Your feet?” the older man teased as he squeezed his toes.

“Please, Tae,” Jungkook wiggled his bottom.

“Such a needy bunny.” His deep voice vibrated as he chuckled. “Please, what?”

Jungkook bit his lip to stifle a desperate whine.

“What has hyung told you about being so shy?” Taehyung rubbed the remaining oil on his palms into Jungkook’s calves. “You need to tell me what you need.”

The younger man pressed his face into the pillow and mumbled something.

“What was that, bunny?” Tae asked gently.

He lifted his head bashfully, his loose hair partially covering his eyes. “Want you to fuck me . . .”

“Oh, I see,” Taehyung placed the massage oil on the bedside table. “It would be my pleasure.”

He opened the well-used drawer in the nightstand. Jungkook shivered in anticipation when he caught a glimpse of the lube and condom.

Taehyung gently pulled the sheet from Jungkook’s bottom, and he admired the feast laid before him. He parted the cheeks, and Jungkook could feel the heat of his stare.

“My bunny has such a pretty hole,” Taehyung said softly. “Do you know how much I love it?”

Jungkook bit his lip as the mattress shifted. Taehyung flicked his tongue against the ring of muscles, and the younger man released an excited gasp.

“I love this cute little hole, and I love every part of you,” his boyfriend pressed passionate kiss against the spread opening.

“H-hyung,” Jungkook’s heart pounded.

“I’ve got you, bunny,” he said with intense affection. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Before Jungkook could say anything else, Taehyung pressed his face between his cheeks and voraciously ate him out. The young man’s jaw slackened, but no sound escaped his parted lips. His eyes squeezed shut, and the rest of his body relaxed into the keen movements of Taehyung’s tongue.

“T-tae,” Jungkook sighed.

“Mmm,” Taehyung took a breath. “Tastes like citrus bodywash.”

“I got ready for you,” Jungkook admitted shyly.

“You’re always very considerate,” his lover smiled.

The exposed flesh wiggled as Taehyung patted it before opening the bottle of lube.

“This isn’t as fancy as Jimin’s lube, but I’m sure it’ll get the job done,” said Taehyung.

He swathed a generous amount on his fingers and carefully pressed into his lover’s entrance. Jungkook stifled his moan into the pillow.

“You know nobody else can hear us, bunny,” Taehyung said softly. “No need to be so bashful with your hyung.”

He twisted his fingers and Jungkook released another soft whine into the pillow. Taehyung shook his head and flipped his horny boyfriend on his back. Jungkook’s cock was rock hard, and his chest was flushed. His almond-shaped eyes were combination of desperate and vulnerable.

Taehyung kissed him before pushing his fingers to brush against a pleasant spot. Jungkook’s spine arched.

“Ready for my cock, bunny?” he stroked his thigh reassuringly.

“Mm-hmm,” Jungkook said quietly. “Want hyung inside me.”

Taehyung kissed him before shifting to take off his boxer shorts. Jungkook admired his boyfriend’s uninterrupted bare skin from his wide shoulders and toned arms to his narrow waist.

The handsome photographer tore open the condom wrapper and rolled it on his thick girth. In one swift motion, he was back on the bed and carefully entering Jungkook’s warmth.

“Tae,” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“Does it feel good?” Tae asked as he filled him completely.

“Really good,” he gripped the mattress cover. “I love you, Tae . . .”

Taehyung’s chest warmed at those words, and he reached for Jungkook’s hands.

“I love you, too, Jungkookie,” his breath was hot in his precious one’s ear. “You’re my everything.”

While their mattress was new, the dark wooden bedframe had belonged to one of Jimin’s relatives, and even though it was sturdy, it would emit squeaking sounds if the bed’s occupants took part in certain vigorous activities. It was not long before Jungkook’s legs were over Taehyung’s shoulders and the bedframe’s hinges were squealing for dear life. However, the bed was not the only thing producing a high-pitched sound due to Taehyung’s hip thrusts.

“AAAaaaah!” Jungkook threw his head back. “MORE!”

“F-fuck,” Taehyung grunted as his cock was tightly caressed by his bunny’s insides.

Sweat rolled down his back as he eagerly pushed Jungkook further into the throes of pleasure.

“HYUNG!” Trembling fingers gripped tan biceps. “Don’t stop!”

Taehyung’s damp black hair clung to the back of his neck. “I-is my baby close?”

Too close to his climax to speak, Jungkook answered with incoherent noises and drool rolling down his chin.

“You’re so good for me, Jungkookie,” Taehyung’s eyes squeezed shut as his own peak neared. “Hyung loves you so much.”

Jungkook pressed his face in Taehyung’s shoulder and released a sob as he covered his boyfriend’s belly with come. Taehyung fervently rutted into the tight warmth until he filled the condom with hot release.

“Tae,” Jungkook gasped as his boyfriend rolled off him.

Taehyung panted for breath as he tied off the condom and tossed it to the side.

“Was I good for you, hyung?” Jungkook’s hair was damp with sweat.

“Perfect.” His lover pressed an exhausted kiss to his lips. “You did such a good job making hyung feel good.”

Jungkook grinned widely at his boyfriend’s approval.

Taehyung stood from the bed, and the younger man’s expression grew anxious.

“Is it okay if I get a towel to clean you with?” he soothingly squeezed his shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” Jungkook’s voice wavered, vulnerable as the high of lovemaking wore off. “Please just promise you’ll always come back for Koo . . .”

“Of course, bunny,” Taehyung’s voice was gentle, but his eyes were gravely serious. “I swear to every deity in the universe that I won’t ever let anything keep me from my precious Jungkookie.”

Jungkook giggled with delight as the words soothed the deep-rooted insecurities that his boyfriends had steadfastly worked towards combating.

“I love you.”

“And I love you, bunny.”

Several more kisses were exchanged before Taehyung was permitted to fetch a soft towel dampened with warm water from the bathroom. He gently cleaned the most necessary areas after their passionate lovemaking. Jungkook giggled as the fibers of the cloth tickled sensitive spots.

“You’ll have to take another shower later because of the massage oils, though,” Taehyung eyed his prone form lovingly.

“’Kay,” Jungkook pulled his lover onto the bed. “Koo just wants to sleep now.”

“Alright,” Taehyung covered their nude bodies with the warm comforter. “We’ll order pizza after our nap.”

Jungkook was already softly snoring next to him, and Taehyung kissed his hand.

“And I meant it. I love you so much, Jungkook.”

The pair dozed off for a few hours before waking in the middle of the afternoon. Taehyung ordered pizza while Jungkook was still snoring, and the captivating scent of grease and cheese roused the younger man from his slumber.

“Mmm,” he lifted his heavy eyelids as Taehyung rejoined him in bed. “Did you order enough for Jimin to have some later?”

“Of course,” said Taehyung. “I got his favorite to set aside for later. Knowing Jimin-hyung, he’ll let you eat half of it though.”

Jungkook’s bright bunny smile made an appearance as he did not even bother to deny the assumption.

Taehyung reclined next to him, only in black briefs, and Jungkook’s eyes drifted over his lover’s honey brown skin.

“You didn’t answer the door in your underwear, did you?” he frowned.

“Does my bunny have a jealous side?” Taehyung teased.

“Yes,” Jungkook said honestly, shuddering at the thought of a random delivery person ogling Taehyung nearly naked.

“I wore your hoodie when I answered the door,” he ruffled his boyfriend’s lovemaking tousled hair.

“Oh,” the younger’s posture relaxed. 

Taehyung kissed his cheek, internally cooing over how transparent Jungkook’s emotions were.

Jungkook opened the cardboard box, and the pair proceeded to demolish the large pepperoni pizza. They ate in relaxed silence while occasionally sharing affectionate glances at the other. Taehyung only spoke again after the last edge of crust had been devoured.

“Are you excited for the concert next weekend?” he asked.

Jungkook’s expression brightened. “Yeah! I’ve always wanted to go to one of their concerts, and I’m glad that I can go with both you and Jimin!”

“I’m looking forward to it, too,” Taehyung squeezed his hand. “Just promise me you’ll stay close to us the entire time. I’m sorry if I get annoying with being so protective sometimes . . .”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook smiled. “I like it when my hyungs take care of me.”

“Good,” the photographer moved the pizza box aside and pulled Jungkook into his arms. “Because I’m going to look out for my bunny no matter what.”

Their lips met and their legs tangled underneath the thin sheet. Taehyung smirked when something brushed against his hip.

“Really, bunny? Again?” he teased.

Jungkook blushed. “I can’t help it. You’re so handsome.”

“My cute, needy bunny,” Taehyung purred. “Aren’t you so lucky that hyung has plenty of time to make you feel good today?”

His hand disappeared under the blanket, and a soft sigh escaped Jungkook’s parted lips.

Taehyung’s breath was hot on his ear. “Now tell hyung what you need . . .”

“O-oh, hyung,” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back at the pleasant twists of his lover’s hand. “I want . . .”

“Hmm?” His lustful eyes tinkled curiously. “Tell me.”

“Give me everything,” Jungkook gasped. “Whatever you want, Tae. Just please don’t stop.”

“Oh, baby bunny . . .” Taehyung licked his bottom lip.

When Jimin returned home that evening, he was amused as the scent of pizza and sex greeted him as he stepped into their bedroom. Even more amusing was the unusual position his boyfriends were entangled in yet had managed to fall deeply asleep.

The blonde stifled a laugh as he removed the empty pizza box and covered Jungkook’s exposed rear end with an extra blanket. After checking that Taehyung was indeed still breathing in Jungkook’s vicelike grip, he left the pair to sleep off their marathon lovemaking, thoroughly looking forward to teasing them about it later.

The next evening, Jimin announced he was taking them out for dinner.

“This is a really nice place you’re taking us to,” Taehyung said as he read the review on his phone. “Are you about to propose to one of us?”

Jimin grinned brightly. “I’ll leave that responsibility up to Jungkookie one day.”

He met Jungkook’s eyes in the rearview mirror and laughed softly as the younger man’s cheeks flushed and his jaw tensed.

“It’s not like Jungkook could make the wrong choice,” Taehyung cast a reassuring glance over his shoulder. “Since Jimin and I are a package deal, one of us comes with the other. So, it’s two for the price of one.”

Jungkook giggled, but the conversation topic made him feel nervous and his eyes remained on his phone.

“He’s all flustered now,” Jimin smirked. “How cute.”

“Maybe he was going to propose to you tonight, but you’ve foiled his plan,” Taehyung teased.

“Pretty sure he’d propose to you, Tae,” Jimin whispered. “Not that it matters either way. It’s just if bunny decides he wants a wedding one day.”

“Me, really?” Taehyung’s expressive eyes widened with curiosity. “How do you know?”

“Let’s just say I’ve become really good at sensing our bunny’s feelings,” said the oldest.

Taehyung looked in the mirror and saw how Jungkook was biting his bottom lip in embarrassment. He covered his mouth at the cute sight.

“So have you seen anything on the menu you want to order?” Taehyung changed the subject to spare his shy boyfriend’s feelings.

“Yeah,” said Jungkook. “A lot of things look good.”

Jimin had reserved a private room in the Japanese restaurant. The shelves lining the cozy space were lined with hand-painted teacups from the owners’ homeland. Taehyung studied them with interest as he slid in the booth next to Jungkook.

Jimin sat across from them, watching how Taehyung wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s waist and smiled to himself. The older two were more settled in their relationship like a married old couple, but Taehyung was still clingy with Jungkook as if he were constantly worried the younger man would simply evaporate. Luckily, Jungkook seemed to relish Taehyung’s intense way of loving him.

“Your cologne smells nice,” Jungkook lips nearly brushed Taehyung’s ear.

“Good that you like it,” said Jimin. “Since it’s probably going to be all over us by the end of the night.”

Taehyung smirked at the remark. Jungkook had opened one of the menus and was already distracted by the list of entrees. Taehyung rested his head on the man’s shoulder and looked at the options.

“I’m just going to order sushi,” Jimin reached for the smaller menu in the middle of the table.

“You mean you’re going to order sushi and also eat whatever Jungkook and I order?” Taehyung tapped his foot under the table.

The blonde laughed. “You know me too well.”

“Can you also order me a few pieces of sashimi on your order as well?” Jungkook asked shyly.

“I’ll order you an ocean’s worth of sashimi if that’s what my bunny wants,” said Jimin.

Jungkook smiled excitedly, and Taehyung kissed his cheek.

“I just hope we can afford all of this,” the photographer grimaced at the prices on the menu.

“Tae,” Jimin’s hair fluttered as he brushed his fingers through it. “I told you not to worry about it. You can order everything you want.”

“Alright,” he relented.

The trio enjoyed their meal, passing heated glances between each other as they ate.

An unspoken tension was building as they drove home, touching each other’s thighs and exchanging longing looks, but the dam finally broke when the elevator doors closed behind them.

Taehyung rolled his tongue over Jungkook’s lips that were still sticky from drinking too much sake while putting his fingers in the back pocket of Jimin’s jeans.

“H-hyung,” the youngest’s chest heaved from his rising arousal.

“Mm-hmm?” They asked in unison, aware he was talking to them both.

Jungkook bit his lip; his aroused, drunken state combined with his proximity to his two lovers in the narrow space had plummeted his mind into sub space. His hyungs recognized the shift and placed steady hands on his back and shoulders.

“Koo is getting horny,” he whispered.

“We’re here to take care of you,” Jimin moved Jungkook’s black hair to the side and pressed his lips to his neck.

“I’m getting pretty worked up, too,” Taehyung watched his boyfriends’ movements hungrily. “What are you in the mood for?”

Jimin whispered something in Jungkook’s ear. His face flushed but he bobbed his head enthusiastically before whispering something in return.

“Okay, sweetie,” Jimin rubbed circles over Jungkook’s broad chest. “If you want to do that, you’ll have to get ready in the bathroom . . . do you need one of your hyungs to help?”

Wide doe eyes darted to Taehyung as if considering something before shyly returning to Jimin’s gentle gaze. “Need Jimin-hyung to help . . .”

The heat rising in his cheeks expressed his embarrassment at needing help in the bathroom.

“No need to feel shy about that,” the blonde continued to stroke Jungkook’s shoulders. “You’ve helped prep me lots of times before.”

“Jungkook has gentle hands,” Taehyung said, and Jungkook practically started vibrating at the compliment.

“Can’t wait for them to be all over me,” Jimin pinched Jungkook’s ass.

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook’s breath hitched in anticipation as the elevator doors opened on their floor.

They entered their apartment, and Jungkook hovered shyly in the kitchen. Jimin patted the taller man’s back reassuringly before looking at Taehyung.

“Our bunny gave quite the fun suggestion for our evening,” Jimin’s lips turned deviously.

“I’m sure he has,” Tae ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Let’s hear it.”

“I’m going to dom both of you tonight,” Jimin announced.

“Sounds fun,” Tae looked between his lovers. “Anything you need me to do?”

“Just go to the bedroom and get naked,” the blonde commanded. “Jungkook and I will join you shortly.”

“Alright,” he sauntered towards their room, happy to comply.

The young man removed his garments and rested patiently on his back. He closed his eyes as he listened to the murmurs from the bathroom. Jungkook moaned a few times as Jimin spoke to him in a reassuring tone, and Taehyung tried to imagine what was happening on the other side of the wall. His mind wandered into lewd fantasies for a few minutes until a jingling sound approached the bedroom door, and Taehyung knew he was in for a treat.

His pupils expanded as Jungkook shyly entered the room. The younger man wore a headband with fuzzy rabbit years and a velvet choker with a bell that clanged each time he moved.

“My bunny really is a bunny tonight,” Taehyung sat upright. “How cute.”

“I also have a tail,” Jungkook’s chest flushed as he turned around to reveal a buttplug with a fluffy bunny tail attached to it.

“You’re just too gorgeous,” Taehyung extended his hands, and Jungkook grasped them as he joined him on the bed.

Their lips met eagerly, the high-pitched bell clanging as Jungkook maneuvered into Taehyung’s lap. The sloppy kiss was not broken as Taehyung’s hands wandered to Jungkook’s growing erection. His bunny gasped into his mouth as he received a rough but pleasant handjob.

“T-Tae,” the flustered man stammered as he clung to his boyfriend’s broad shoulders. “You’re going to make me come . . .”

“That’s the goal,” Taehyung chuckled softly.

“Jimin-hyung might not like it if we’re too naughty before he’s here,” Jungkook protested despite his thighs shaking from the pleasure.

“I like being a little naughty,” Taehyung continued the steady movements of his fist around Jungkook’s dripping member. “It’s always fun to see what punishment our hyung comes up with . . .”

Jungkook’s eyelashes fluttered at the intensifying pleasure. He started feeling floaty.  

“You’re just too beautiful,” Tae’s free hand traced his boyfriend’s abs and chest. “How could I keep my hands off you.”

The bell jingled as Jungkook moved his lips close to Taehyung’s ear. “Koo likes being naughty, too . . .”

Taehyung kissed him. “My sweet, naughty bunny.”

The older man shifted his lover from his lap. Jungkook watched him with slight bewilderment until Taehyung moved to his hands and knees and wrapped his lips around his bunny’s big cock.

“Aah! Hyung!” Trembling fingers gripped the thick mass of curls on his lover’s head.

Taehyung met his gaze. He slacked his jaw as he took Jungkook’s member down his throat. His thighs shook as Taehyung bobbed his head. The other man’s eyes watered slightly, but he was focused on wringing every ounce of pleasure from his lover’s body.

“Gonna come!” Jungkook tapped Taehyung’s shoulder in warning, but Tae did not move his skilled mouth.

Jungkook’s entire body shuddered as he released into Taehyung’s warm mouth. The eager recipient swallowed every drop that he was given. He smugly returned to his knees and wiped the drool from his chin. Jungkook’s mouth was slack in dazed lust and his chest heaved as he caught his breath.

“Did my cute bunny like that?” Taehyung massaged the youngest’s spread thighs.

“Mm-hmm,” the bell clanged. “Koo feels really good now.”

“Good,” Taehyung kissed him.

The door opened slowly from where Jimin had been peering in at the lustful display. The oldest strode into the bedroom in lace stockings, a sheer white negligee, and smoky eyeshadow. The two on the bed gaped open-mouthed at the pleasant sight.

“And what’s going on here?” He rested his hands on his hips.

“Tae sucked Koo’s cock,” the youngest abashedly confessed.

Jimin clicked his tongue in mock disapproval. “Did I give you permission to play with our bunny, yet?”

“I guess you didn’t,” Taehyung grinned defiantly. “Are you going to do something about that?”

“You’re going to have do better at following directions,” Jimin shook his head. “Now bend over.”

Taehyung gleefully rested his feet on the floor and bent over the mattress. Jimin approached his dresser first and removed a few things from the bottom drawer, his naughty drawer, and Jungkook watched his movements with wide eyes.

“Do you remember your safe words?” Jimin returned to stand behind Tae’s prone body.

“Raisin bread,” said Taehyung.

“Fox,” said Jungkook.

“And my safe word is disco shoes,” said Jimin.

He reached around Taehyung’s neck and fastened a leather collar and placed an orange and black striped cat ear headband in his black hair.

“Is Tae a tiger?” Jungkook watched with interest.

“That’s right,” said Jimin. “And I’m the zookeeper here to discipline the naughty animals in my pen.”

Taehyung chuckled softly. A sharp slap echoed through the room as Jimin snapped his hand across the man’s bottom.

“And just what were you trying to do with my bunny when I wasn’t in the room?” The blonde interrogated.

Taehyung rested his cheek against the mattress, his eyes glittering with amusement. “I was trying to mate with him.”

Jimin spanked him again, and Taehyung moaned. Jungkook bit down on his lower lip, exhilarated by the display in front of him.

“Naughty tiger,” Jimin narrowed his heavily shadowed eyes with derision. “What makes you think he’s your bunny to mate?”

“My cock was the first to stretch his tight little heat,” Taehyung bragged. “And while that doesn’t give me any special claim on him, I think it’s well in my rights to call him mine as long as he’s also happy with that.”

Jungkook bashfully avoided Taehyung’s heated glance. Jimin smirked, always entertained by his boyfriends’ unique dynamic in scenarios like this. Taehyung was always bratty when he subbed and liked to push back to rile Jimin up as much as possible. On the other hand, Jungkook craved to be a good boy for his lovers, melting like butter at the slightest praise.

Regardless of the scenario, Jungkook and Taehyung were incredibly sweet with each other, and Jimin was sure that his boyfriends would have a lifetime’s worth of sensual vanilla sex if he were not also in a relationship with them. Jimin admired their special bond but found it endlessly entertaining to experiment with how they would react in various situations in the bedroom.

“Is that true, bunny?” He watched the flush deepen on Jungkook’s chest and neck. “Was this horny tiger the first to mount you?”

Jimin asked the question as if he had not been in the same crammed apartment that he had shared with Taehyung during their college days and listened in on his boyfriend having his way with a certain doe-eyed freshman. Jimin had been so taken when he first met Jungkook, that it was the first time he did not feel jealous at the prospect of sharing Taehyung with another partner, and luckily for Jimin’s libido, it was only a few months after Taehyung first brought him home that Jungkook had also become interested in sex with Jimin as well.

“Y-yes,” Jungkook inclined his head shyly.

“Look at hyung when you’re speaking,” Jimin chided.

The bell jingled as he forced himself to meet Jimin’s intense gaze. “Tae tiger was the first inside Koo’s bunny hole.”

Jimin stifled a smile at the youngest’s cuteness.

“I see,” he massaged the mark his hand had left on Taehyung’s buttcheek. “But you shouldn’t be humping each other without permission. Imagine what the zoo visitors would say about the horny bunny that has taken a tiger as his mate. Our zoo would get complaints about the bunny spreading his legs in the tiger pen all day.”

“Koo can’t help it, hyung,” he pouted. “Humping and being humped is all Koo can think about sometimes.”

“He’s a bunny after all,” Taehyung chimed in as he obediently remained in the bent position. “Are you suggesting he go against his natural urges? That doesn’t seem like ethical zookeeping.”

Jimin roughly slapped his ass several times. Taehyung moaned and Jungkook enviously examined the reddening marks on his boyfriend’s rear.

“I know our bunny can’t help his urges,” the blonde scowled. “But tiger should have known better and waited for zookeeper’s permission.”

“I can’t say I’m very sorry,” Taehyung said nonchalantly. “And I’m certainly intending on having my way with him as soon as you turn your back.”

“I see spanking is not a very effective punishment for such a bratty tiger,” said Jimin. “But luckily I’ve thought of something more suitable for you two.”

He reached for the other item had retrieved from the drawer. Jungkook and Taehyung’s heads turned at the sound of clinking metal. Jimin smugly dangled a pair of handcuffs.

“Since you like touching each other so much, how about being handcuffed together for twenty-four hours?”

“Oh my, how terrible,” Taehyung said with heavy ire.

“C-can we have it so I can still hug him?” Jungkook’s eyes widened with worry.

“Yes, bunny,” Jimin carefully studied his expression, not wanting him to get too lost in subspace. “I’m sure you’ll be hugging a lot in the next 24 hours.”

Jungkook’s eyes scrunched happily at that prospect, and Jimin gestured for Taehyung to get on the bed. He languidly stretched his body before laying next to Jungkook.

“Sit on his lap, bunny, and hold his right hand with your left hand,” Jimin instructed.

The cute jingling filled the room, and Jungkook blushed at how each of his movements were more pronounced with the sound. He lowered his bottom near Taehyung’s crotch and reached for his hand. The older man took the opportunity to admire his boyfriend again.

“You look really nice, baby,” Taehyung squeezed his fingers. “Are you wearing a little bit of makeup, too?”

Jungkook’s face brightened at the praise, and he nodded. Jimin was impressed that Taehyung had noticed the light amount of mascara Jungkook had been experimenting with. His heart was always happy when Taehyung encouraged his partners to be their true selves.

“You should wear it more often if you feel like it,” said Taehyung.

“Okay, hyung,” Jungkook smiled.

Jimin clicked the metal handcuffs around their wrists with a snap.

“Let me know if these are too tight, and we can adjust them later,” he said.

Jungkook and Taehyung flexed their hands experimentally, and most importantly Jungkook checked that he could comfortably hold hands with Tae.

“Seems comfy,” said Jungkook.

Taehyung nodded in agreement.

“Does anyone need to use their safe words?” asked Jimin.

Both men shook their heads, and the dangerous look returned into Jimin’s eyes. He settled on the bed next to them, holding a small remote in his hands. He fiddled the device, tossing it in the air before looking at them teasingly.

“Do you know that bunny’s tail also vibrates?” he asked.

Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, having thought it was just a normal buttplug. Jimin pressed the button to its lowest setting, and it buzzed inside of Jungkook. The young man gasped softly.

“I bet that feels good,” Tae smiled.

“Let’s see now,” Jimin bent over the handcuffed pair to the bedside drawer.

The pair watched with wide eyes at the jewel buttplug that was revealed when the blonde bent over. He accidentally pressed the remote-control button again and Jungkook whined. Taehyung was torn between keeping his eyes on Jimin’s ass or Jungkook’s rising erection.

Jimin returned to his upright position holding lube and an excessive number of condoms. He brushed his thumb over the head of Jungkook’s cock with amusement and pressed the salty droplet between his lips.

“You’re so worked up and this vibrator has six settings higher than this,” he teased.

Taehyung brought his mouth to Jimin’s neck and lightly nipped the skin. The blonde gasped softly.

“Horny tiger,” he scolded. “Did I tell you to do that?”

“I’m so sorry, hyung,” Taehyung smirked.

“It’s clear that both tiger and bunny are out of control with their mating urges,” Jimin shook his head slightly. “So as a responsible zookeeper, I shall have to make sure it’s out of their system before its time for the public to come back to the zoo.”

“And how will you do that?” Tae watched through half-lidded eyes.

“Both of you are so unreasonably horny that I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” said the blonde.

He handed a condom to Jungkook.

“Put this on Taehyung, bunny.”

“Mm-hmm,” the youngest blushed.

Taehyung lifted their handcuffed arms as Jungkook bent between his thighs. The soft bunny ears ticked Tae’s abs and the bell on his collar rattled as he sucked the man’s cock to hardness. Jimin deviously increased the vibrator two notches. The youngest reflexively swallowed, and Taehyung threw his head back at the delicious suction on his cock.

“Alright, bunny,” Jimin tapped his shoulder. “Put the condom on before you suck him dry.”

“I can last longer than that,” Tae pouted at the insinuation.

“Maybe with Jungkookie, but if that were my mouth . . .” Jimin’s eyes narrowed deviously.

Jungkook pouted, and Jimin patted his head.

“Don’t give me that look, bunny,” he said. “We’ll all be happy in a minute.”

The blonde carefully maneuvered himself between the handcuffed pair, and he pulled out the butt plug. Taehyung and Jungkook were fixated on his movements. Jimin gripped Taehyung’s cock and gracefully sank down in one fluid movement.

Taehyung wordlessly parted his lips as Jimin’s tight warmth enveloped him. Jungkook’s lips parted. Watching the pleasure on his boyfriends’ faces was even more satisfying than if they had been touching him. The younger man’s chest heaved as he watched the movements of Jimin’s hips, but the dom did not leave his littlest out of the fun for long.

“Move up on your knees, Jungkookie,” the blonde commanded.

Jungkook shifted while resting his handcuffed hand on Taehyung’s back. “Like this, Daddy?”

“Perfect,” Jimin smiled as he nonchalantly bounced on Taehyung’s cock.

“W-what should I do now?” Jungkook’s voice wavered with uncertainty.

A glob of precome splattered from his erect cock. Jimin smirked at how worked up the youngest was already.

“I have just two rules,” said Jimin.

“O-okay,” the bell around his neck jingled as he tried to focus on his daddy’s words despite being overcome with lust.

“Keep your tongue in Taehyung’s mouth until I tell you that you can move it,” Jimin commanded, the flush of his chest the only thing giving away how much the stretch of Tae’s cock was affecting him.

“And the second rule?” asked Jungkook.

“Enjoy yourself,” Jimin’s plump lips wrapped around the youngest’s thick cock.

“Aaah,” his eyes squeezed shut.

Taehyung helpfully maneuvered his lips against Jungkook’s to help him obey their dom’s commands. They moaned into each other’s mouths, helpless against the skillful movements of Jimin’s hips and mouth.

Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he curved his thrusts so Taehyung’s member would brush against him at a pleasant angle. The blonde relaxed his jaw and took Jungkook down his throat.

“Mmm,” Jungkook’s saliva rolled down Taehyung’s chin. “Think I’m gonna come.”

“Already?” Taehyung chuckled against his lips. “I think Jimin is just getting started.”

Jimin’s heavily shadowed eyes flickered deviously as he increased the level of vibrator. Jungkook whimpered into his boyfriend’s mouth, and Taehyung massaged his neck reassuringly.

He moved his lips away from Jungkook for a moment, and a glistening strand of saliva connected their bottom lips. “Still okay, Jungkookie? Do you need to use your safe word?”

“I’m f-fine,” his doe eyes glistened with ecstasy. “Feels so good. Just wish you could fuck me.”

“Oh?” Jimin paused his movements. “Does bunny want to be in the middle?”

Jungkook’s chest flushed, and the bell jingled eagerly.

“Think you can handle both of us?” Jimin taunted. “Last time we did this you could barely manage five minutes.”

He pressed the vibrator to the highest level, and Jungkook bit his lower lip.

“W-well I’ve been practicing sitting on Tae’s cock,” his forehead glistened with sweat. “And I wonder how long Jimin-hyung would last taking my cock after Tae’s.”

“Naughty boy,” Jimin affectionately scolded. “Let’s see if you can manage.”

Jimin lifted himself from Taehyung’s cock, and he whimpered at the loss of the pleasant heat.

“Better hurry up, to keep our Taehyungie happy,” the blonde smirked.

Jungkook turned around and presented his bottom to Jimin. “C-can you help with this?”

“Can you ask nicely?”

“P-please, Daddy? Can you help me?” Jungkook pouted.

Taehyung’s hand subconsciously moved, but Jimin swatted it away.

“I suppose so,” Jimin sighed.

He turned off the vibrator and pulled the plug out of Jungkook’s bottom.

“Alright, Koo,” the blonde eyed Jungkook’s stretched hole with interest. “Sit on tiger’s big cock.”

“Mm-hmm,” Jungkook’s thighs trembled in anticipation.

“Take your time, bunny,” Taehyung kissed his flushed cheek. “You’re fine.”

“Want Tae to feel good,” Jungkook gripped his shoulders.

“How are you so cute?” Jimin sighed.

Jungkook slowly sat on Taehyung’s cock, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

“O-ohh,” Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jimin smirked. “You’re the only man who has been inside Jungkook’s little hole.”

“S-shit,” Taehyung swore under his breath, willing away the intense heat in his groin.

“Mmm, Taehyungie,” Jungkook shifted his hips. “You’re really big.”

“Got some room for me between you two?” Jimin licked his lips.

“Always, baby,” said Taehyung.

“Mm-hmm,” Jungkook moved his arm from Taehyung’s shoulder so Jimin could slide inbetween them.

“Good,” said Jimin. “Let’s see how much our bunny can handle.”

Jimin faced Taehyung and angled his lower end to line up with Jungkook’s cock. He lowered himself onto the youngest’s shaft as Jungkook started riding Taehyung.

“Aaah!” Jungkook’s eyes watered from the overwhelming sensation of fucking Jimin as Taehyung was inside of him.

“Lucky boy,” said Jimin. “How does that feel?”

“F-fucking amazing,” Jungkook gripped Jimin’s hips.

“Mmmpf,” Jimin and Taehyung’s mouths met hotly as Jungkook eagerly pleasured both his lovers.

Jungkook nibbled Jimin’s neck, and the blonde gasped at the mixture of pain and pleasure.

The bedframe creaked as Jungkook was keen to show off his impressive stamina.

“S-shit, not going to last long,” Taehyung gasped as Jungkook’s tight heat squeezed his member.

Jungkook’s thighs shook violently as his eyes watered from the overwhelming stimulation.

“All okay, bun?” Jimin kissed his cheek.

“D-don’t stop,” the youngest gasp. “Sooo good.”

Jimin laughed and continued to bounce on the youngest’s large cock.

“Boy, I’m a lucky man,” the blonde exhaled as pleasure flushed his chest. “I get both of your big cocks whenever I want.”

“Aah,” Jungkook writhed in the middle of the lustful sandwich.

“My gorgeous boys,” Taehyung said affectionately. “Not going to last much longer.”

“Let’s come together,” Jimin suggested.

The bedframe creaked for dear life and a symphony of pleasured gasps echoed through the bedroom as the lovers reached their peak. They remained entwined for a while, before their dom helpfully brought a washcloth to clean up the handcuffed pair.

Jimin woke up later in the night to the bed shaking and loud clinking metal, and he hardly had to look at the coupling pair next to him to know what was happening.

“Oh my,” Jimin teased. “Don’t wear him out too much.”

“I’m the one almost worn out,” Taehyung gasped as he mounted a blissed out Jungkook. “He got so horny after I helped him use the bathroom.”

“Because he likes being watched,” the blonde chuckled. “Just don’t watch him if you don’t want him to get horny.”

“But then he’ll get sad if I don’t watch,” the brunette sighed.

“Oh my, such a serious problem,” Jimin teased.

“M-more, hyung,” the youngest whined.

“Damn it,” Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut in concentration as he roughly crashed his hips forward.

Jimin’s eyes followed the bead of sweat rolling between Taehyung’s shoulder blades. This was going to be a long but entertaining night.

The duo dutifully remained handcuffed the next day before asking their dom to unlock them. Jimin simply told them to take off the handcuffs themselves. The handcuffs had not even been locked. Jungkook and Taehyung had enjoyed being literally attached together all day so much that they had not even tried to open the handcuffs.

Chapter Text

Jungkook walked down the street from the bus stop and entered the gallery. He waved at one of the part-time workers at the front desk and turned through an installation of travel photography into Taehyung’s office.

Taehyung was typing on his laptop at the sleek metal desk next to an open window. The red framed glasses on his nose matched the tartan stripes on his beige over-sized sweater. The outfit would have made anyone else look like a grandfather, but as usual, Taehyung looked like a fashion icon.

He moved his eyes from his work and smiled warmly as Jungkook sat in the swivel chair on the other side of the desk. On days when Jungkook was finished with class earlier in the day, he would sometimes come to the gallery and either worked on his homework or assisted Taehyung with various tasks around gallery. Jungkook loved helping with setting up installations or trouble shooting digital display screens when there was an issue.

Usually, he was overjoyed to walk into the gallery, but today he held his breath anxiously as he lowered his backpack to the carpeted floor. The multitude of colorful keychains contrasted with the black fabric of the bag. The combination of colorful and stoic, strong and soft, tough but gentle reflected Jungkook’s personality and how he had grown to accept parts of himself he used to be ashamed of before he met Jimin and Taehyung.

The young man glanced at his hands, and Taehyung noticed the subtle but expertly applied grey eyeshadow on the corners of his eyes. Jimin had encouraged Jungkook’s curiosity with makeup by leaving his palettes out on the sink and experimenting with various brushes on his pretty eyes whenever he was bored. Taehyung also encouraged Jungkook’s experimentations in makeup and fashion through compliments and, more importantly, the longing glances that informed him how wonderful he was in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Hello, bunny,” Taehyung spoke. “What are you so nervous about? Do I have to go give someone hell?”

Jungkook’s professors were luckily very accepting, and his campus was generally safe, but there had been an incident where Taehyung had scared the life back into some bullies who left a homophobic note on Jungkook’s desk after they had seen him kissing Jimin when he had dropped him off to school. The bullies had returned to class the next day with a few unexplained bruises and the other students in the class had not treated them with much sympathy. Nobody had dared say anything bad about Jungkook after that.

Taehyung was generally unconcerned with the consequences when it came to insuring Jungkook had a happy and safe life. He had promised his lover’s parents he would protect their son when Jungkook had decided to permanently live with Jimin and Taehyung even after college, and that was a promise he was willing to risk his life to keep.

Of course, he had never told Jungkook about that serious conversation with his parents, only mentioning that his parents were happy that Jungkook had found someone to settle down with. He was sure his boyfriend thought he was intense enough already with his admittedly overprotective tendencies. There had been a similar conversation with Jimin’s parents, who the trio visited the most often out of all their families. His boyfriends came from families who readily accepted who their sons had fallen in love with. However, Taehyung’s family had only started slowly coming around to his nontraditional living arrangements in the past few years, especially after there had been articles about his successful gallery in the newspapers.

“N-no,” his eyes wavered as he unzipped his backpack.

Taehyung opened his desk drawer to retrieve a hair tie. His hair was hardly ever long enough to need one, and it was obvious that he kept them around for Jungkook’s sake. The younger man blushed slightly as his boyfriend moved behind him to section the top portion of his black mane into a cute ponytail.

“I’m surprised you could see anything today with your hair falling into your eyes like that,” Taehyung said gently.

“I wish that were the case,” Jungkook heavily exhaled.

“Why?” the older man frowned.

“I got my grades today,” his hand trembled as he handed Taehyung a printout of the marks in his classes.

“Hmm,” Taehyung read over the sheet. “I see some top marks in programming, computer science, and painting.”

Jungkook’s head hung as he kept his eyes on the black boots he liked to pair with his tight jeans.

“Ah, I understand why you’re nervous,” Taehyung rubbed his lover’s back. “You’re barely passing your history class. I remember you mentioned there was a course you were struggling with this semester.”

“Jimin-hyung’s going to be mad,” Jungkook sniffled. “He told me before I need to take the history course more seriously. What if he says I can’t go to the concert anymore?”

“You usually get good grades,” said Taehyung. “What about this class is making it difficult?”

“It’s boring,” a tear rolled down Jungkook’s cheek. “And I just want to graduate at this point, so I can help you at the gallery fulltime.”

Taehyung smiled gently. Jungkook was in his final year of college studying computer science, and he already had decided he wanted to help implement more photography displays on interactive screens in Taehyung’s gallery. Jimin had supported Jungkook wanting to contribute his special expertise to the gallery but scolded him when he got too distracted with ideas when it distracted him from the coursework for his final year.

“I know, baby,” Taehyung procured a crisp handkerchief from his pocket to dab Jungkook’s tears. “But you need to pass the history course so you can relax in your last semester.”

Jungkook only had his final computer science course and a painting class in his final semester before he graduated. If he did not pass the history class, he’d have to make up the credits with one more course when he had planned on taking it easy before graduating.

“I know, Tae,” Jungkook pouted.

“Email the professor and ask for extra credit,” his hyung advised gently.

His boyfriend frowned reluctantly.

“If you improve your grade in the history course, I promise I’ll have a special treat for you,” Taehyung’s lips curled seductively.

“Like what?” he raised a curious eyebrow.

Taehyung leaned close to his ear and whispered something. Jungkook’s lips parted, and his pupils dilated.

“I-I’m going to email the history professor right now to ask for extra credit,” he said.

“Good bunny,” Taehyung kissed his cheek.

“But I still have to show this to Jimin,” Jungkook dejectedly returned the paper to his bag. “He knows when I get my grades.”

“Just tell him that you’ve emailed the professor and are working towards improving your grade,” said Tae.

“Yeah,” Jungkook frowned.

“Jimin-hyung loves you and just wants you to do well,” said Tae.

“I know,” the younger one said. “But it could definitely go two different ways.”

Taehyung rubbed the back of his neck soothingly. “You can tell Jimin-hyung if you’re uncomfortable with something.”

“I know,” he confessed. “But I like getting spanked. I’m just worried he’ll actually be mad for my history grade slipping.”

“Bunny,” the standing man’s lips curled. “Please don’t tell me that you did poorly in that class on purpose just to get a spanking from Jimin . . .”

“Not entirely,” Jungkook’s ears reddened slightly. “It is a really boring class that has nothing to do with my major.”

Taehyung laughed. “Oh my God, you’re really in for it now.”

“I didn’t realize how many points our last three assignments were worth,” the youngest sighed.

“Just email your professor,” Tae insisted.

Jungkook removed his laptop from his bag, a nervous excitement budding in his chest.

Jimin was waiting for them at the kitchen table when they got home. Taehyung scurried to the living room to leave Jungkook and Jimin alone.

The teacher removed his glasses and studied Jungkook’s nervous expression.

“Did you get your grades today, Jungkookie?”

“Yes, hyung,” the younger man gulped.

“Let me see,” Jimin held out his hand.

“Well,” Jungkook hesitantly procured the grade printout. “There was an issue with one of my classes, but I’ve already emailed the professor to make up the points.”

“Let me see, bunny,” Jimin repeated more sternly.

Jungkook swiftly handed over the paper. Jimin read through the grades for a quiet moment.

“You’re doing a good job in most of your classes,” said the blonde. “What’s the issue with this history course?”

“It’s boring,” said Jungkook. “And I accidently forgot about a few assignments.”

“Forgot?” the teacher frowned. “Or you didn’t do them on purpose, so you’d have more time to flirt with Taehyung at the gallery?”

“I do work on my assignments when I go there,” Jungkook said hastily. “The history assignments slipped my mind.”

Jimin laughed, not buying the explanation. “You’re so close to finishing your degree, and you need to take all your classes seriously. Once you’ve graduated, then I don’t care if you stay in Taehyung’s office all day as his cockwarmer.”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned a guilty shade of red. “I-I only do that sometimes when I’ve finished all my work. It’s actually very relaxing for both of us.”

Jimin stifled a laugh. He had just been kidding, but now he was going to imagine Jungkook drowsily sitting still on Taehyung’s cock whenever Jungkook was at the gallery. It was a pleasant mental image.

“Explain why you skipped these history assignments,” the teacher leaned back in the wooden chair. “Your programming class has a high workload, and you have a perfect mark.”

“Because I’m actually interested in that class, so I don’t forget as easily,” the youngest explained.

“Hmm,” Jimin pursed his lips.

“Please don’t be mad,” Jungkook gripped the hem of his shirt. “I’ll make up the assignments and improve my final grade in the course.”

“Jungkook-ah,” the oldest’s eyes darkened. “Is there a chance that you missed the assignments on purpose to get a spanking from hyung?”

“N-no!” His beet red face betrayed him.

“Naughty bunny,” Jimin exhaled with feigned weariness. “Pull down your pants and underwear.”

“H-here?” Jungkook’s face warmed.

Taehyung was sitting in the living room, and Jungkook knew his other boyfriend would overhear everything happening in the kitchen. The thought embarrassed and excited him.

“Yes,” said Jimin. “Should I call Taehyung in to watch?”

Jungkook’s hair swayed as he shook his head ‘no.’ He unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and briefs below his knees.

“Alright, then,” Jimin patted his knee.

Jungkook bent over his lap holding the kitchen table for balance. He whined slightly as his cock brushed the fabric of Jimin’s dress pants. The blood rushed to his face as Jimin silently assessed him for a long moment. Jungkook shivered, feeling a combination of exposed, embarrassed, and excited.

Jimin placed a firm hand on his boyfriend’s rear end as the other nervously fidgeted.

“I expect you to improve the grade in your history class, and keep your other grades up,” said Jimin. “It’s important for you to take your education seriously.”

“Yes, hyung,” his thighs trembled in anticipation.

“As long as you’re trying your best, hyung is proud of you,” Jimin rubbed Jungkook’s bare bottom. “But I know you can do better than that.”

He sharply snapped his hand down, and Jungkook flinched.

“Aaah!” A stream of precome marred Jimin’s black pant leg.

“You’re bright and talented, and you deserve a top degree,” the blonde continued.

The prone college student yelped as Jimin roughly slapped his bottom several times in a row. Tears rolled down Jungkook’s cheeks.

He sniffled. “I’ll do better, hyung. Please don’t be mad.”

“Hmm,” one of Jimin’s hands raked over Jungkook’s exposed flesh. “I’m sure you’ll be a good boy for me.”

Jungkook’s eyelashes fluttered as Jimin gripped his cock.

“Do remember how your hyungs rewarded you the last time you had perfect grades?” Jimin’s breath was hot against his ear as his fist worked Jungkook’s shaft.

“Mmm . . .” Jungkook drool mixed with the collection of tears on the polished wood of the table.

Jimin spanked him again, and Jungkook rutted in his boyfriend’s grip, gasping from the simultaneous pleasure and pain.

“Well?” Jimin coaxed an answer with a teasing squeeze on what was currently throbbing in his hand.

“K-koo was in the middle of his hyungs,” he struggled to answer.

SLAP.

Jungkook’s red bottom wiggled.

“And?”

SLAP. SLAP.

“T-Tae fucked Koo, and Koo fucked Jimini-hyung,” he panted. “Then Jimin-hyung rode Tae’s cock and Tae licked between Koo’s legs.”

The blonde laughed. “More like his pretty mouth sucked you within an inch of your life . . .”

Jimin’s lips curled at the pleasant memory. The bedroom had smelled like sex for a week after the night of marathon sex even after they cleaned everything. The recollection was clearly affecting Jungkook; his thrusts into Jimin’s fist were becoming erratic and desperate.

“And from what I remember, you seemed to like that,” Jimin squeezed his boyfriend’s sore bottom.

“Y-yes, hyung,” his almond eyes were unfocused, frantic to reach his climax. “Really liked it!”

 “Can you guess what might happen if you finish this term with perfect grades?” His honey voice lilted enticingly.

“Hyung will reward Koo?” Jungkook asked hopefully.

“That’s right, bunny,” Jimin kissed Jungkook’s earlobe. “If you get perfect marks in the rest of your courses, hyung will take you and Tae on a romantic getaway, and we can do whatever you want in the bedroom.”

“A-anything?” his grip on the table faltered, and Jimin placed a steadying hand under his chest to stop the man’s chin from slamming onto surface.

“Well, almost anything,” Jimin laughed. “But knowing your usual tastes, it won’t be difficult to give my bunny what he wants.”

Jimin laughed to himself from the memory of when Jungkook had shyly asked him to be tied up and eaten out. Another time, he had nervously asked to be recorded slowly putting on lacy white lingerie and then Taehyung gently making love to him missionary style in their bedroom. They often caught Jungkook rewatching the video while he pleasured himself. Jimin made sure never to laugh in front of the youngest at Jungkook’s innocent definition of what sexual acts he considered ‘really naughty,’ but he honestly found his bunny’s sweet fantasies to be extremely cute.

“Koo will be good for hyung,” his body shook as his climax neared. “Promise!”

“Alright, we’ll see,” Jimin purred. “Now come for hyung.”

Jungkook’s limbs tensed, and Jimin cupped his palm to catch the milky release.

“H-hyung!” he gasped.

“Good boy,” Jimin kissed his lover’s cheek.

Jungkook shakily moved upright, careful not to sit on his sore bottom. He shyly glanced at the contents of Jimin’s hand.

“Taehyungie,” Jimin’s eyes were mischievous again. “Come here for a second . . .”

Taehyung shuffled in from the living room. His hands positioned over his crotch to cover the evidence of how interesting the overheard conversation had been for him.

“Yes, hyung?” Taehyung’s eyes heavily lingered on Jungkook’s disheveled state before meeting Jimin’s.

“We haven’t started dinner yet, so you must be hungry,” said Jimin.

Taehyung noticed what Jimin was holding and understood. “I am hungry. Famished, actually.”

“Jungkook made you a snack to last until dinner,” said the blonde.

Jungkook’s eyes widened as Taehyung stepped forward to accept what Jimin was offering.

“Thank you for being so thoughtful, Jungkookie,” Taehyung smiled.

Jungkook’s lips parted as Taehyung drank the sticky substance from Jimin’s hand. Jimin eagerly watched the movements of Taehyung’s mouth, his pupils dilating at Taehyung licked his hand clean.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” said the blonde.

Taehyung smiled confidently before looking at Jungkook.

“Let me see your bottom, bunny.”

Jungkook nodded shyly and turned around to show him the red marks on his rear. Taehyung frowned at the bright red flesh.

“That looks like it stings a little, bunny,” he said.

“It’s not too bad,” Jungkook’s nose scrunched. “I was a good boy for hyung.”

Taehyung looked at Jimin pensively. The blonde placed a hand on Jungkook’s back.

“Why don’t you lay down on the bed, and hyung will be right there to rub some cooling gel on bunny’s bottom.”

Jungkook inclined his head brightly and held his open jeans as he shuffled to their bedroom. Taehyung watched him with concern.

“I think you were a little too rough this time, Jimini,” he said with disapproval. “It’ll be embarrassing for him if he can’t sit during his lecture tomorrow.”

“He certainly enjoyed himself,” said the blonde. “And I’m sure he’ll be able to sit down by tomorrow morning.”

“I worry sometimes that when Jungkook goes into subspace, he doesn’t completely understand when you’re just playing around,” said Taehyung.

The older man pursed his lips thoughtfully.

“I’d never do anything that’s too much for him,” said Jimin. “I only spank him because he likes it, but please step in if you ever think anything is going too far.”

“He can get very vulnerable quite quickly,” said Taehyung. “We need to make sure to give him a lot of reassurance.”

“I make sure to do that,” said the blonde. “And just now, I was keeping an eye on him to make sure he was still having fun.”

“I know you’re good about that,” Taehyung crossed his arms. “But just promise me you’ll tell him that you’ll still love him even if he can’t improve his grade in that class.”

“I’ll tell him that right now,” Jimin rubbed Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Good,” Taehyung pecked his lips. “I’ll start the rice while you take care of him.”

“Thanks, baby,” said Jimin. “I love both of you very much.”

A few days later, Jungkook and Jimin were back at it again.

“So, what’s the plan for this evening’s stream?” Jungkook turned to Jimin who was primping himself in front of the bathroom mirror.

The duo was taking advantage of Taehyung attending a charity auction being hosted in his gallery to do a livestream while they had the apartment to themselves. Jimin knew they had to tell Taehyung soon, but they wanted to rake in some more earnings right before revealing their nocturnal extracurriculars.

Jimin’s eyes glittered mischievously as he put the final touches on his sultry makeup. The blonde was wearing a sheer purple night dress paired with a purple lace thong.

“We’ll start with the blowjob POV between your legs, then when we’ve got plenty of donations in that angle, I’ll bend over the bed so you can fuck me,” Jimin nonchalantly explained.

Jungkook’s cock twitched.

“R-right,” His heart was already hammering with excitement. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You’re so cute,” Jimin stood on his toes to give Jungkook a long kiss.

Jungkook sighed into his mouth.

“Let’s save the rest for the stream,” Jimin teased. “Now take off your clothes and put the camera into position.”

“Y-yeah,” Jungkook said breathlessly, his eyes still lingering on Jimin’s lips.

Jungkook hurried to their spare bedroom and confirmed that all their recording gear was prepared. Then, the maknae obediently striped down and angled the cellphone camera towards his hardening cock. On floor between his feed was a velvet cushion that was regularly used in the household during blowjobs. He maneuvered the laptop so that he could monitor the stream from his current position.

Jungkook whimpered needily as soon as Jimin entered the room. Jimin laughed softly at the sight of his boyfriend waiting longingly with his legs parted. Jimin gracefully kneeled on the pillow and stroked Jungkook’s thighs.

Jimin glanced up and wet his bottom lip. “Start the stream, and I’ll start sucking.”

He did not need to tell Jimin twice. He pushed the record button and Jimin smiled at the camera to do his introduction.

“Good evening my wonderful subscribers,” the blonde purred. “Tonight, I’m going to worship my cute camera bunny’s cock.”

Jimin kissed the flushed tip of Jungkook’s thick erection. Jungkook whined desperately.

“The poor cutie is already worked up,” Jimin laughed teasingly. “Hopefully with some donations, he’ll be feeling some relief soon.”

Jimin continued to tease Jungkook by flicking small kitten licks around his shaft.

“P-please!” Jungkook’s thighs shook.

“Poor thing,” the blonde laughed impishly.

Several donations rolled in, and Jungkook moaned as Jimin took Jungkook’s cock down his throat with no warning. The blonde bobbed his head, making exaggerated slurping noises. It took all Jungkook’s will power to make sure that the camera was still properly aimed as Jimin’s plump lips and tongue sent him into pure bliss.

Jimin moved off with a pop, a string of saliva connected the tip with Jimin’s bottom lip. The blonde’s eyes were watering.

“Do you like that, baby?” Jimin’s voice was raspy.

“D-don’t stop!” Jungkook pleaded.

Donations continued to roll in as Jimin expertly deep-throated Jungkook’s thick cock. Jungkook’s toned chest flushed red as his breathing intensified. He tapped Jimin’s cheek as his climax drew near. Jimin moved off his cock and stuck out his tongue. He glanced up at the camera as come splattered his face and tongue.

Jungkook tore his eyes from the gorgeous sight to check the chat.

“Looks like the subscribers are enjoying this side of you,” he said.

“Good,” Jimin licked some of the pearlescent spend from his lips before swallowing.

Jimin blinked at the camera almost innocently despite a few beads of come still rolling down his cheek. He gracefully returned to his feet, Jungkook following his movements with the camera as the lean camshow star daintily stepped out of the night dress.

Jungkook moved from the bed, so that Jimin could lean over a pillow, casting a sultry glance over his shoulder. Jungkook moved his thong to the side to reveal a purple-jeweled buttplug. 

“Now camera bunny is going to have fun with my other end,” Jimin winked and teasingly wiggled his hips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook placed the phone camera in a stand and reached for the glitter lube.

The maknae expertly lubed up his cock within the camera angle while teasing Jimin’s hole with the plug.

“Really horny now,” Jimin bit his lower lip. “Please don’t wait any longer.”

“Okay, baby,” Jungkook eagerly tossed the buttplug on the bed.

He held the thong out of his way, and he lined up his lubed shaft with Jimin’s glistening hole.

“Fuck yeah,” Jungkook exhaled with relief as he entered his boyfriend.

He briefly checked the camera angled before gripping Jimin’s hips and rutting into him.

“Just like that!” Jimin closed his eyes in bliss.

A few strands of hair fell lose from Jungkook’s hair tie as he thrusted, completely lost in the bliss of Jimin’s tight heat. The viewers continued rolling in as were the continued donation chimes, but the couple was completely lost in chasing their own pleasure to pay the viewers any mind.

“Don’t stop, bunny!” Jimin moaned.

“Hyung, gonna-!” Jungkook climaxed with a grunt.

Jungkook emptied his load inside the blonde and then flipped him on his back and pulled down the thong so the camera could capture Jimin’s wiggling flushed red cock. Jungkook roughly stroked it before Jimin reached his own peak with a shout.

“Fuck,” Jimin gasped as ropes of come covered his belly.

Jungkook collapsed, completely spent next to Jimin on the bed.  The blonde giggled, finally making eye contact with the camera again.

“That was fun!” He winked while stroking Jungkook’s leg. “I want to thank you for all the generous donations tonight. I’m ready for a good night’s sleep after my bunny fucked me so well! I’ll catch you all next time!”

Jimin blew a kiss to the camera before ending the live recording.

“You okay, baby?” Jimin patted Jungkook’s hair.

“Mmm,” Jungkook remained on the bed, his eyes half closed.

“I was that good, huh?” Jimin smirked. “You rest there for a few minutes, I’ll get cleaned up.”

Jimin stretched with the satisfaction of a good fuck buzzing though his limbs and tossed the thong hanging from his ankles to the floor. He stepped out of the bedroom without covering himself knowing no one was home. Except at that exact moment, Taehyung stepped in the door.

The brunette eyed his boyfriend’s disheveled hair, smeared makeup, and exposed little cock and laughed softly.

“Did I interrupt something interesting?” Taehyung said, amused.

“Jungkookie and I were playing,” Jimin blushed.

“I’m just teasing you,” Taehyung approached and gave him a kiss. “The event went so well that we finished everything early.”

“That’s great,” Jimin wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders. “I also have good news.”

Jimin glanced sideways the blood rushing to his face. Taehyung raised an eyebrow because it was rare for Jimin to get shy around him.

“What? Jungkookie proposed?” Taehyung smirked.

Jimin smacked Tae’s chest lightly. “No! It’s nothing to do with that!”

“Well?” Taehyung smiled, studying the love marks on Jimin’s shoulder.

“Help me clean up in the bathroom, and I’ll tell you,” Jimin huffed.

“Absolutely,” Tae voice was sultry. “I’ll try not to get distracted.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and gestured for Tae to follow him.

Jimin was comfortable in a warm bath with Tae delicately cleaning him with a washcloth. The gentle treatment made Jimin feel sleepy, but he tried to focus.

“I need you to check on Jungkook in a minute, but I need to get this off my chest before I lose courage,” Jimin looked down at the swirling bubbles.

“Of course,” Taehyung settled on the tiled floor next to the bathtub. “Why are you nervous? It’s just me.”

“I don’t know how you’ll react when I tell you this,” Jimin forced himself to meet Taehyung’s gentle brown eyes.

“I’d never judge you, Jimin,” said Taehyung. “You can always tell me anything.”

Jimin knew Tae was telling the truth, and somehow, that made him feel worse for keeping the secret from him for so long.

“I started doing cam shows again,” said Jimin. “I’ve been paying off some of our bills and putting the rest of the money into our savings.”

Taehyung paused for a moment as if he were still waiting for Jimin to say something else. He spoke when he realized that was all.

“Okay,” said Tae. “Well, that’s not that surprising given how many nice dinners you’d paid for us recently. As long as you enjoy doing it and don’t feel pressured because of the money.”

Jimin sloshed the water over his knees. Part of him was glad that Taehyung was supportive, but another part of him wanted his boyfriend to yell at him just so he could somehow be punished for keeping a secret from him.

“Jungkook was actually joining in on some of my streams,” said Jimin.

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. His dark eyes were pensive with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

“He has never showed his face, and we’re having fun doing the streams together,” said the blonde. “But now I’m worried that I dragged him into something that could get him hurt.”

“Even if he’s our baby, Jungkook is an adult,” said Taehyung. “If he likes doing that with you, it’s okay. I know you’d never do anything to hurt our bunny.”

“Can you check on him now?” asked Jimin.

“Of course,” Tae smiled.

He was only gone for a minute before he returned to the tub with an amused grin.

“Whatever you did to him, he’s still out cold,” Taehyung laughed.

Jimin straight his posture with pride. “I’ve sent him to heaven with both holes.”

“Oh,” Taehyung’s expression grew hungry. “Lucky Jungkookie.”

Jimin stood from the bath, water trickling from his lithe frame. The sultry expression he used on his camshow audience returned to his eyes.

“Help me dry off, and then maybe you’ll get lucky too,” said Jimin wiggled his hips gestured towards the towel rack.

“Oh yeah,” Taehyung said excitedly.

When Jungkook woke up an hour later, he wearily pulled his boxer shorts back on and shuffled to living room where he heard the sound of the tv. It was that same reality show that none of them ever paid attention to. Taehyung and Jimin were curled close next to each other on the couch. Taehyung was in his pajamas and Jimin wore a fluffy bathrobe and presumably nothing else.

“Our baby finally woke up?” Taehyung smiled.

“Come sit with us, sweetie,” Jimin said softly.

The pair parted for Jungkook to sit between him, and the maknae looked at them shyly.

“How’s it going?” Jungkook said cautiously.

“Great,” said Tae. “Did you and Jimin have a lot of fun together?”

“Uhh,” Jungkook looked at his hands. “Y-yeah.”

“Jimini told me about the livestreaming, sweetie,” Taehyung patted Jungkook’s head.

Jungkook froze. “Are you mad?”

Taehyung fiddled with Jungkook’s growing black mane and pecked his cheek.

“No,” said Taehyung. “But you guys don’t need to hide things from me like that. As long as you’re happy and safe, I’ll support the things you want to do.”

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook sniffled.

“You don’t have to apologize,” said Jimin. “I’m the one who wanted to keep it a secret.”

The youngest of the trio shrugged slightly but did not protest any further.

“Is it okay if I still want to do cam shows with Jimin-hyung in the future?” Jungkook looked between his boyfriends cautiously.

“Of course,” said Taehyung. “If that’s something you enjoy, I’m happy for you.”

“It does make me happy,” said Jungkook. “I was just worried you’d be disappointed in me.”

“You are my world, Jungkook,” Taehyung’s thumb traced the outline of Jungkook’s jawline. “I love you, and nothing will change that. I could never see my life without you in it.”

“I love both of you so much!” Jungkook smiled. “Thank you for accepting me even if I can be difficult to deal with sometimes.”

“It’s not too hard to love someone so wonderful,” said Jimin.

The boyfriends reached for each other’s hands and exchanged loving kisses.

“C-could you show me some of your camshow videos sometime?” Taehyung asked, blushing. “I’d like to admire your hard work.”

Jimin giggled and went to retrieve his laptop from the bedroom.

“Get ready for quite a show,” Jungkook said, preemptively handing Taehyung a pack of wet wipes.