TOP: KTH+PJM BOTTOM: JJK

____________________________________Summary- After one of their Missions, Vmin are relaxing in the seat of their red room, and Little kook hops into it, meekly with a pretty faux fur tail attached to his pretty little butt.
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The Kangs had been foolish enough to meddle with the little bespectacled beauty. The outcome was pretty much the same as always. Them getting converted into stinky red smithereens. How tragic? How cliché. They never learned. Honestly, the red-blue pair was pissed at their continuous menacing tomfoolery. Could they not just look past their little baby and move on? Apparently, no.

Kim Taehyung, famous as V for his notorious habit of scalloping heads open with the V-part of his hammer was Park Jimin's shadow, yet reflection. Park Jimin was pretty open about his crimes, yet so secretive about them. They all knew he would strike, when he would do it. But they never realised it and let it happen with such simplicity, the man almost laughed at their pea sized thinking and reasoning capacities. Were police forces supposed to be so mentally and technologically challenged? It seemed that it was not the case but who knew where snitches could be? No one.

It was Friday. The onset of a tiny vacation. More like the arrival of the spring break in schools. Sophomore Jeon Jeongguk, the sweetheart of Seoul High, the best student, whom everyone looked up to yet babied, would be whoring himself continuously to the red-Blue till they painted him purple all throughout. And he had no regrets. He would have his two masters all to himself. He would be of good use to them. They would praise him and maybe if he would be exceptionally well behaved, Master Park would let him use his baby, his Smith & Wesson 60.375 Magnum. Oh! the joy of seeing people bow to it in their last breaths. No wonder why his master loved it so dearly. Once he entered the VMIN mansion, his little nose scrunched up at the rotten smell of cadaverine and putrescine. How befitting to be called as a putrid odour.

He knew what his beloved masters were up to. He always knew. He also knew what they would need now. A good service as return of their protection. Once he stripped out of his sophisticated school uniform, the buck-toothed baby put on his tall master's shirt and Jimin's favourite buttplug was fitted snug in his pretty little shaved hole, the faux fur tickling his bare perineum as he made his way to he Red room.

Jeongguk knocked twice before pushing the door open and skipping over the sea of carcasses so well dressed in Armani suits that were meant for people better. But oh well.

"Hey there bunbun, how was school?" Taehyung asked, looking at his little baby while playing with his bloodied blue locks, he liked it messy. Jimin gave a disgusted look to his other half, his satin white shurt looked as fresh as ever. Not a sloth of blood anywhere, he was a neat freak, his work reflected it. Through and through. He deftly took out a Marlboro and lit it, placing it classily between his index and ring fingers. He drew a long puff before jungkook came and sat on his lap, releasing it in his baby's face, making him giggle. He rarely did it, but today, it was something about showing supremacy, some sort of ownership over the younger. He had killed for him, he needed a reward even though he was the master in the dynamics.

"School was as usual master, may I?" Asked kook, burying his soft yet defined face into the crook of Taehyung's neck. Taehyung laughed, he liked feeling jungkook sniff him and nibble on his neck.

"We have a gift for our perfect pet. Show us if you deserve it bun." Jimin said, carding his other hand through his scarlet red locks, pushing them back to expose his forehead, an act to appear more domineering, more confident.

Jungkook understood what to do. He slowly unzipped Jimin's black trousers, shifting so that he would now straddle Taehyung and dipped his head low enough to touch the redhead's bulge. He pulled the waistline of the boxerbreifs down and wrapped his hands around the birth of his master's manhood. He look at Taehyung and smiled, pressing his bubblebutt into his crotch and started to pump Jimin. Jungkook pulled jimin in for a kiss as he continued to dry hump his other master. After he felt his mouth wet enough, he removed the buttplug from inside him and unzipped Taehyung's jet black jeans and inserted Taehyung into himself. Taehyung rarely wore underwear, he liked it that way, a bit voyeurish but his two diamonds didn't mind.

Taehyung turned around so Jungkook could easily help his both masters out and Jimin smiled at the understanding gesture. The bespectacled bunny took the entirety of Jimin's length into his pretty mouth in one go, beginning to bob his head immediately. He wanted his other master to feel equally good, so he started to move his hips in circles. Taehyung grunted lowly, his baby had become better, the movements were well calculated, just taking him into the cushioned heat slowly yet firm. Jungkook has pretty bumps sprouting all over his lithe body, as if expressing his appreciation for the vocal answering to his ministrations.

Jimin dipped his head slightly into the Jenny's nape, taking in the slight mixture of his own and Taehyung's primal cologne, letting his senses get fogged over for a bit. It calmed him to a point before driving him into a rush of inexplicable state. They got high of each other, no need for drugs.

"Lil bun you look nice" that's all he spoke and that's all that was required to draw out a melifluous moan from his submissive. It was so pretty a sound that you could not categorise it as one made at the peak of one's activities indulging lust.

"Th-thank You master, may I?" Asked jungkook. It was rare to hear Jimin speak during sex and when he did, it usually meant he was in a dire need of conversation, something that he barely made with others. Jimin removed his member from within his baby's mouth, pulling him in for a kiss, not before speaking this:
"I need him with you Taehyung, call Mina in."

Taehyung snorted. He was always interested in why Jimin liked to have Mina look when they both took their baby. He didn't know Jimin had once seen her get off to their baby's used jersey. That had greatly put him off.

Soon Mina came in and just as she did, Jimin entered Jungkook without hesitation, making Jungkook cry out in pain caused by the stretch. He was usually taken without preperation but they hadn't been regular those days. So a stretch from two in that position was a pain in the ass. Literally.

Mina's cheeks flushed and her eyes teared up--she had liked the boy a lot. To see him limp in the hands of her elder brother and his boyfriend, getting used, it was a painful sight for her. But she knew the boy had it in him to even enjoy his time with the two if they cut him, kinky little shits. She had never understood, nor was she given time to do so today, as Jungkook was moaning incoherently, his two masters thrusting into his little hole showing no mercy. He felt weak yet the dopamine pumping through him gave him an exhilarating strength. He started bouncing himself midway, wanting to please the audience and his masters' more, not realising what a sick scenario it was for the poor girl. She had done nothing wrong to him yet she was being scrutinised under her brother's gaze, so unforgiving and mocking as he kept fucking into the boy she had adored.

Jungkook came thrice that hour, writhing with oversensitivity as Taehyung painted yet another mark into his shoulder, his fingers wet with his own cum that Jimin was slowly licking off, occasionally pinching his chest buds. Somewhere in the middle of their session, Jimin had taped two bullet vibrators onto his nipples and inserted one into his butthole. Jungkook felt so full, losing his consciousness because of the vibrators being set on their highest level. He grew drowsy in heat per second, babbling words of how he felt used like a slut, how he wanted to be good for them. They replied to his adorable requests to submit by saying that he was the best they ever had, the only they would ever had. After all, he was their pet.

Finally when the two doms were done with the exhersion, they took him to the washroom, cleaned him up after securing their milk in his pretty lil butt with the pretty buttplug he had worn on his way to the room. They carried him so tenderly to the room that it didn't feel like they were the ones in the first place, to make him disheveled a few minutes ago.

"We have a surprise for you koo, open your pretty eyes please?" The two doms asked sweetly.

Kook nodded softly and opened his eyes. Baby was a but sleepy already. He loved the sight he beheld. A huge golden cage in their master's room. It had an extremely soft bed with purple satin covers and pillows. A perfect cage for the perfect pet.

"Tank woo..Collar me to sleep?" He spoke softly. They smiled, putting on his collar for him and placing him softly under the covers. Tonight, just tonight, they would sleep in the cage with him too. After all, his existance was the cage to their sanity.

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Ending notes:
Hi! First chapter done! How is it? Lemme know in the comments, Kay? Also, I hope you have a good day!

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