It didn’t take long for the secret arrangement to become permanent.

Koo packed her things one morning, leaving her house with a cheeky kiss on her dad’s cheek before strutting straight into Taehyung’s mansion with her suitcases. Mimi did the same, sliding her bags into Yoongi’s bedroom and curling up in his bed like she belonged there.

From that day on, everything changed.

No pretending. No sneaking. No hiding. Just two filthy girls living with the men they worshipped—being spoiled, owned, and fucked raw every single day.

—

Koo became Taehyung’s shadow. She wandered around his house in nothing but slutty lingerie or his oversized shirts, pussy bare, always ready for him.

Most mornings started the same: Taehyung waking to Koo on her knees, choking on his cock before he was even fully awake.

“God, you’re needy,” he growled, fisting her hair.

She looked up with teary eyes, spit all over her chin. “Always needy for Daddy’s cock. Please—cum down my throat before breakfast.”

And he did. Every damn day.

He used her on every surface—bending her over counters, pressing her against windows, spreading her legs on the dining table and fucking her while she screamed his name.

“Louder, slut,” he’d snarl, spanking her jiggling ass. “Let the whole neighborhood know you’re Daddy’s fucktoy.”

“Yes, Daddy—I’m your fucktoy—fuck me harder!”

At night, he wasn’t gentle either. He’d flip her over, spread her ass, and sink into her tighter hole, making her cry and moan at once.

“Ahhh! Daddy—it’s too big—fuck—it feels so good!”

“Take it,” he growled, pounding harder. “You begged for this ass-fucking—don’t you dare back out now.”

Koo never did. She took everything—cock in her pussy, ass, throat—her body used exactly how he wanted, exactly how she craved.

—

Mimi thrived under Yoongi’s ownership. She loved how rough he was, how filthy his words got, how he never gave her a chance to breathe.

Yoongi made her ride him every morning, tits bouncing in his face while he slapped them and pulled her nipples.

“Good slut,” he’d growl, grinding up into her. “Keep bouncing—don’t stop until Daddy cums.”

Mimi would moan, drooling down her chin. “Yes, Daddy—I’ll milk you—I’ll keep riding until your cock’s drained.”

He took her on the floor, on his desk, even in the shower where he’d choke her with one hand and finger her ass with the other while fucking her pussy.

“You belong to me,” he’d growl in her ear, slamming into her harder.

“Yes! I’m yours, Daddy—I’ll never leave—I’ll always be your whore!”

Some nights he used both her holes at once—stuffing her pussy with toys while fucking her ass, making her scream until her voice broke.

“Too much—Daddy—it’s too much!” she’d cry.

“Shut up and take it,” Yoongi would snarl, pounding harder. “You love being stretched open for me.”

And she did. She loved every second.

—

Both girls lived like this—completely consumed, their bodies owned, their lives revolving around their daddies’ cocks.

They bragged to each other on calls, giggling about how sore they were, how swollen their pussies felt, how wrecked their throats were.

Koo would moan into the phone, “Tae fucked my ass so hard I can’t even sit down.”

Mimi would giggle back, “Yoongi made me cum five times last night before he even came once.”

It was shameless. It was filthy. And they loved it.

—

Taehyung and Yoongi grew just as obsessed. They spoiled their girls with jewelry, lingerie, money—anything they wanted. But nothing compared to the addiction of their bodies.

They used them in every hole, every night, every morning, until both men admitted what they never thought they’d say:

“This is it. This is what I want. Forever.”

And the girls, ruined and smiling, whispered back:

“Forever, Daddy. We’ll be your dirty little sluts forever.”