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Jimin likes going out. He likes the thrill of sitting at the bar, sipping cosmos, watching as a long line of guys stumble over their own feet in eagerness to take him home.
It’s validating and boosts his ego knowing every guy in the bar would kill for a chance to take him home. Not that he needs it anyways, the validation, he basically has a god-complex at this point, too used to the endless compliments and thirsty eyes.
Right now for example, a guy is trying to chat him up. The guy is probably a few years younger than Jimin, but his confidence doesn’t lack anything. He’s gorgeous; dark pretty eyes, handsome face, tattoos and piercings adoring his built strong body - a good candidate for Jimin’s hook up tonight.
Jimin tilts his head back and empties his glass, locking eyes with the guy as he wipes a stray drop of alcohol that spilled out the side of his mouth.
“Oh no, it’s empty,” he pouts at the guy. Jungkook was his name?
“I’ll get you another one,” Jungkook grins, showing off a charming bunny smile - probably something he’s used to stealing hearts with.
Jimin hums in satisfaction and sits back in his chair as Jungkook leans over the bar table to gain the bartender’s attention, watching the guy’s strong back strain the material of his white t-shirt. Yeah, a very good candidate indeed.
“Hey.”
Jimin perks up at the deep voice tickling his ear, turning his head to see another handsome stranger to his left. The guy is close, leaning against the bar, blatantly checking him out, and Jimin lets his eyes take in the stranger in turn.
He’s wearing a cream-colored shirt with quite a few buttons undone to show a peek of his smooth golden chest. His dark curly hair is ruffled effortlessly and under the locks are a piercing set of eyes, intense and intimate in a way that makes Jimin feel vulnerable, like the stranger can see right through his clothes.
“You look like someone I want to know,” the guy whispers and somehow Jimin can still pick it up despite the noisy bar.
“Oh, really?” Jimin laughs, and just as he’s about to go on, Jungkook turns around and sets a freshly made cosmopolitan in front of him and a beer in front of himself.
“Who’s this?” Jungkook’s eyes go narrow as he takes in the new stranger leaning against Jimin’s side.
“Oh, ahh, this is...?” Jimin starts to explain, giggling on the inside at how the guys' chests seem to puff out like roosters.
“Taehyung,” the guy to his left says, reaching a hand forward to shake Jungkook’s, who skeptically takes it and says his name.
“The boyfriend?” Taehyung quirks an eyebrow, smile growing smug as Jungkook blushes.
“No...”
Taehyung doesn’t spare Jungkook any more attention before he turns his face towards Jimin, sinfully dark eyes glinting mischievously. “Darling, I think I’d be much better company than that kid.”
Jimin grins at him, sending Jungkook an eyebrow raised expression as if to say, you’re just gonna take that?
Jungkook seems to get the hint and stands up a little taller, “Hey, back off, dude. You’re kinda interrupting a conversation.”
Taehyung’s gaze stays on Jimin, but when he speaks it’s to Jungkook, “So are you, kid, I’m trying to get to know this pretty little flower here.”
“Jimin,” Jungkook corrects. “You don’t even know his name,” he accuses.
Taehyung snaps his eyes up at Jungkook, huffing in annoyance, “Well, not yet. Why don’t you get lost, kid. Let the grown-ups talk.”
Jimin leans back in his chair, muffling a laugh behind his hand.
Jungkook’s jaw clenches, eyes suddenly dark and angry. He squares his shoulders before he huffs, “Hey dude, I don’t want any trouble, but fuck off. ”
Taehyung laughs at him tauntingly, “Or what? You’re gonna take a swing?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer immediately, leaving the two to just stare at each other like some Mexican standoff. It’s hot. Very hot.
That’s when Jimin has a brilliant idea. Why choose when you can have both?
“Why don’t you both come with me home? We’ll see who I like best then.” Jimin smiles innocently, and of course, as expected, none of them back down at that offer.
...
Soon the three of them sit pressed together in the backseat of a cab heading towards Jimin’s apartment. Jimin sits in the middle, Taehyung to his left and Jungkook to his right.
Taehyung splays a large hand possessively on Jimin’s inner thigh, keeping his legs open and in place.
Jungkook’s eyes send daggers, and he quickly mirrors Taehyung’s hand, holding Jimin’s other thigh in place.
Jimin just smiles to himself. Silly boys trying to flex their muscles and act all alpha male, they have no idea what’s coming for them.
…
Once they enter the apartment, Taehyung is the first to make a move.
He cups a slender hand under Jimin’s chin, “May I have a kiss?”
Jimin nods and lets Taehyung pull him into a kiss, hot and husky. He kisses like he sounds, Jimin notes, slow and deep and sensual , and for a moment it’s just him and Taehyung. The man’s long fingers thread through Jimin’s hair, tilting his head for a better angle.
Jimin is thoroughly enjoying it, but he retracts after a moment to step over and pull Jungkook in for a kiss.
Where Taehyung had cupped his cheek when they kissed, Jungkook engulfs him in his strong arms, broad body caging him in and keeping him safe. Jungkook kisses surprisingly sweet, tentative, like he wants to take his time and savor it. Taehyung had been more overtly dominant, but Jungkook lets Jimin lead the kiss, letting him deepen it as he pleases, which is surprising to say the least.
Jimin places a last peck on Jungkook’s lips to let his arms drop, so he can stand back.
“Well, you’re both very good kissers that’s for sure.” Jimin laughs, brushing his hair back in place after it got a little mussed.
“So are you,” Jungkook offers, and Jimin wants to coo at how cute he is, polite.
“I know.”
Taehyung laughs at that, licking his lips as he obnoxiously checks Jimin out, “Confident, huh? I like that.”
Taehyung’s cocky self-assured nature and Jungkook’s sweet himbo energy are just delicious, Jimin can’t wait to ruin them. But of course, Jimin hasn’t hit them with the game changer yet, so in their minds they are the ones that are going to ruin him. As fucking if.
“So, how are we gonna do this?” Jungkook puffs out his chest, speaking to Taehyung instead of Jimin as if Jimin is just some placid little bottom that’ll do what they say.
Taehyung, too, doesn’t even spare Jimin a glance then. He sends Jungkook an unimpressed look under a raised brow, “Take turns fucking him? Unless you’re scared to go after me, which would be... understandable.”
“Funny. You think I’m intimidated by you? I could literally bench press you…” Jungkook’s eyes narrow as he looks over Taehyung again, “...with one arm probably.”
Hot. Jimin would pay good money to see that.
“That has literally nothing to do with it… I sincerely hope you know that for the sake of your past partners.
“Fuck you, dude…”
Jimin clears his throat, leaning against the back of the door to his bedroom, acting as a bouncer in front of a popular club (which in a way it kinda is). Time to take charge.
“Actually, nobody ’s gonna fuck me... so either you let me fuck you or it’s a goodnight from me.”
“What?” Jungkook looks entirely confused and Taehyung doesn’t look any less surprised.
Jimin smiles smugly, “I don’t bottom. So if you wanna finish this silly little competition I hope you guys are men enough to take it up the ass.”
Silence. They just stare, deer caught in headlights and Jimin is loving every part of it. Especially because he knows they’ll do it, no way they are backing down after talking that much smack.
Jungkook is the first to agree, sending Taehyung a shit eating grin as he steps forward and places a firm kiss on Jimin’s lips.
“Taehyung? Will you be joining us?” Jimin slips a hand around Jungkook’s waist.
Taehyung muses, brushing a few curls out of his eyes, before he shrugs, “Why not?”
Jimin smiles in satisfaction, “Perfect!”
...
When they step into Jimin’s bedroom, Taehyung is the first one to kiss Jimin again. But this time, Jungkook joins too, strong hands curling around Jimin’s waist, chest pressed against Jimin’s back, trailing kisses down the slope of his neck. Jimin is caught between the two handsome men, all eyes and hands on him. Just the way he likes it.
It’s wet and hot, sex clouding their minds, time standing still.
They start pulling off each other’s clothes, hot hands traveling over soft skin, flushed bodies pressed against each other. Soon they are all in nothing but their boxers.
Jimin pulls away from Taehyung to breathe and Jungkook’s mouth replaces it, kissing and licking into Jimin’s mouth. Jimin twirls around in their arms to face Jungkook instead, kissing the younger as Taehyung nuzzles into the nook of his neck, palming him over the front of his underwear.
Jimin groans into the kiss, pushing up against Taehyung’s hand that cups his growing erection. Jungkook kisses down his neck, his collarbones, hands stroking Jimin’s chest, squeezing around his ass.
Jimin lets his head fall back, a moan escaping him, eyes scrunched at the heavenly feeling. He wants to laugh, high on oxytocin, floating with pleasure between them.
And just as Jimin thinks it can’t get any better, Jungkook drops to the floor, and he opens his eyes to look down at the man on his knees for him.
Jungkook splays his hands over Jimin’s thighs, placing pillowy soft and wet kisses from his knee up to the bottom of his boxers on one thigh and then repeating on the other. Taehyung’s hand is still massaging Jimin’s bulge, cock obscenely straining against the black material.
Like they practiced beforehand, when Jungkook leans back on his feet, Taehyung’s hands move to Jimin’s hips, pulling down on the band of his boxers, so Jungkook can reach forward and let a tattooed hand grasp his bare cock.
Jimin groans as Jungkook jerks him off a few times, big eyes wet and dark, licking his lips as he looks at Jimin’s cock like it’s a full-course meal.
“Wah, such a big cock, hyung,” Jungkook marvels and he sounds earnest, not like he’s just trying to inflate Jimin’s ego, and that makes Jimin’s cock twitch in his hold.
Taehyung’s big hand snakes around Jimin’s hip to squeeze him around the thick base of his cock, “I guess I understand why you want to fuck us now, Jimin-ah. Such a big cock, would be a waste not to top,” Taehyung teases against the shell of his ear, and Jimin’s cock twitches again.
Jungkook bends forward and starts sucking him off, and it’s so wet immediately when he engulfs the head of his cock as if Jungkook is salivating just from the thought of tasting Jimin. Jungkook is messy and determined as he bops up and down, clearly pushing himself to take just two thirds of Jimin’s length, girth stretching his lips obscenely so saliva drips down his chin. Taehyung’s hand jerks off the rest of Jimin’s cock that Jungkook can’t reach with his mouth.
Jimin moans loudly, hips jerking forward. It’s such a sinful sight, heavenly, floating, Jimin feels like he is ascending. Taehyung’s tight grip on the base of his cock and Jungkook’s skilled tongue and endlessly wet mouth are a deadly combination.
Taehyung’s other hand is pressing Jimin’s body against his own, basically holding him in place to take the onslaught of stimuli. Jimin moans again, unable to hold himself back. Jungkook moans too, eyes rolling back inside his skull as he licks at the tip, tonguing at the slit.
Jimin jerks against Taehyung’s body, sweat dripping down his forehead and back, body possessed by the endless pleasure.
He’s so fucking close and that’s embarrassing. He’s never felt so easy. He’s got quite good stamina but right now he’s about to burst, because it’s like they know his body like the back of their hands.
“You can cum more than once in a night, right?” Taehyung coos against his ear.
Jimin yelps something he hopes they understand is a yes. But he’s too far gone, he can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. His body is thrumming with desire, veins filled with fire, moans and groans spilling from him.
“I-I...” Jimin stutters, hand instinctively finding Jungkook’s hair pushing his cock as deep as it goes inside the man’s mouth.
“Cum down his throat, Jimin-ah, it’s okay,” Taehyung reassures, holding Jimin upright as he cries out when his orgasm hits, cock pulsing and spilling down Jungkook’s throat, who swallows it all down best he can.
Jimin goes slack against Taehyung and feels him walk him over to the bed to prop him down against the edge. Jimin falls down against the soft bedding, chest heaving and body boneless.
He breathes, breathes, breathes, before he finally sits back up to see Taehyung offer a hand to Jungkook so he can stand back up.
Jungkook’s lips and cheeks are bright red, eyes glassy and big, and part of Jimin swells with pride that it’s because of him he looks like that. But to be fair, Jimin did nothing, it was all Jungkook and Taehyung. So maybe Jimin really isn’t the one that will be doing the ruining after all.
On the other hand, Jimin feels more level now. Maybe it was strategic to get the first orgasm out of the way, so he can now fully focus on making them scream in pleasure. But first, something else is on his mind.
“So how long are you gonna pretend you don’t wanna kiss each other?” Jimin teases, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Taehyung and Jungkook don’t refuse, they just seem shy? So Jimin supplies, “Please? For me?” and apparently those were the magic words.
They meet in the middle, arms around each other and bodies pressed flush, and they look fucking hot. Once again, Jimin is hit with his own genius.
They are about the same height, but Taehyung is tanner and more slender, elegant with long lines and a heavenly glow. Jungkook on the other hand is all muscles, pale and pink, graphic black tattoos wrapped around his one arm and shoulder.
They kiss like they bicker, fighting for dominance, wanting to make the other one cave in and moan first. Taehyung’s hand is Jungkook’s hair, pulling at the strands and Jungkook’s moans against him, hands skimming down from his waist to his ass and squeezing so Taehyung groans against his lips.
“Come over here,” Jimin calls out, and after a moment longer Taehyung pulls back, laughing as Jungkook tries to chase his lips.
Jimin climbs across the bed for the lube, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the mattress, signaling for the two others to join him.
“Boxers off, gentlemen,” Jimin announces. “You okay if I start with you, Jungkook?”
“Huh?” Jungkook’s eyes go wide.
“Prep, honey, let me get you ready if you still wanna do it.” Jimin smiles sweetly.
Jungkook blushes but nods, seemingly debating how he wants to position himself. He decides on lying on his back, legs closed as if he’s a little shy. Jimin reaches out a hand to run along his thigh, gently coaxing him to spread his legs. He complies, eyes fluttering closed and bottom lip caught between his lips, so different from the confident guy Jimin met in the bar earlier that night. Lovely in a whole different way.
“You okay, baby? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Jungkook opens his eyes wide, “No, no, I want it. Please.”
He spreads his thighs fully for emphasis, and Jimin runs his hands along his strong thighs, bending down to place kisses along the soft skin as he did to Jimin.
“You were so good to me, baby. Now it’s your turn,” Jimin praises, containing a self-satisfied smirk at the way Jungkook’s cock twitches and his hole flutters.
Jimin bends down to kiss his taint, licking across his balls, smiling into the kisses at how cute Jungkook sounds when he gasps and wiggles under Jimin’s tongue. Jimin picks up the lube and starts patting two slick fingers against his hole, gently warming him up to take one of his fingers.
He thrusts a single finger in, feeling Jungkook’s body tense and lets him adjust to the sensation of something inside of him. Jimin moves his mouth to the tip of Jungkook’s cock, teasing his tongue along it to distract from the fact that he’s going to add another finger.
Jungkook raises himself on his arms to look down at Jimin, mouth parted in quiet gasps. He turns his head towards Taehyung who just passively sits next to them, placid smile on his face. Jimin just focuses on stretching out Jungkook’s hole, until he hears Taehyung huffing an endeared laugh.
“Do you want a kiss, Jungkookie? The baby wants a little kiss from me?” Taehyung coos, pinching at Jungkook’s cheek.
“Fuck off,” Jungkook groans, letting his head plop back down against the mattress instead.
“Say please and I’ll happily kiss you, baby,” Taehyung teases.
Jungkook pouts, taking a few deep breaths before he finally mutters, “Please.”
“Good boy,” Taehyung laughs, and Jungkook’s cock jerks against Jimin’s lips.
Jimin subdues a smile, watching as the two kiss again, less aggressive and more relaxed now, just a deep passionate kiss. Nice.
Taehyung’s large hand rubs over Jungkook’s chest, apparently catching on a nipple as Jungkook’s whole body convulses.
“Ahh, cute. The baby has sensitive nipples too?”
“Fuck you, Taehyung.”
“It’s hyung to you, baby.”
Jimin rolls his eyes as they bicker again, three fingers now working in and out of Jungkook. So far he’d tried to avoid the youngest’s prostate, just to not excite him too fast, but he gets a little curious and angles his fingers slightly curved and Jungkook’s body jerks again.
Jimin keeps thrusting at that spot just to test out how sensitive Jungkook is, turns out very. On the fourth, fifth, sixth jab at his prostate, Jungkook is pushing his hips down against Jimin’s fingers, eyebrows scrunched together and small ah ah ah ’s falling from his lips. He sounds so pretty, so submissive. Jimin can’t wait to fuck him properly to see how pretty he’ll look and feel and sound, when he’s got a big dick inside him.
“Okay, you’re ready, baby. Now Taehyungie.” Jimin smiles devilishly, knowing how frustrated Jungkook will be.
He pulls his fingers out, and Jungkook makes a little desperate noise, scrambling to get something inside him. As expected, Jimin grins to himself.
“You should probably have started with me, the baby seems very impatient and desperate already,” Taehyung chuckles, and Jungkook doesn’t even protest, just sulks a little as he sits on the side.
Jimin grins, “You’re probably right. How do you want it?”
Taehyung climbs across the bed to kiss Jimin, and he’s slightly taken aback by the sweet gesture and the following filth that leaves his mouth, “I like the pain, so no need to do too much.”
Taehyung winks, pulling away and bending forward on his hands and knees to completely expose himself. Jimin’s cock throbs at that, the unabashed way Taehyung presents himself, endless confidence and composure in every fibre of his body. Wonder if he can make him crack? If he can edge away at his control? If he can make him scream and cry and forget everything else except Jimin’s name?
Jimin picks up the lube to start, but Taehyung gets up and signals for him to squeeze some out onto his fingers, and Jimin just does it.
“Baby? Come here, you can have my fingers inside you while you wait.”
Jimin is surprised that there is no hint of teasing in Taehyung’s tone anymore. It seems like he truly just wants to help out Jungkook, completely selflessly. Jungkook, too, doesn’t bite back. He just says a quiet thank you as he shuffles over and spreads his thighs. Jungkook sighs in relief, head falling back as Taehyung sinks in two of his long slender fingers.
“Go ahead, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung says as he pushes himself into position again.
Jimin’s heart flutters a little as he looks at the two, but he quickly pushes it aside, because now is definitely not the time.
Instead, Jimin picks up the lube and starts slicking up his fingers. “Like pain, huh?” Jimin muses.
“Yeah, give me your best…” Taehyung teases, but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before it’s cut off by a surprised gasp.
It’s like a domino effect. Taehyung’s body jerks as Jimin squeezes lube right onto his hole, cool liquid taking him by surprise so he accidently jabs his fingers deeper into Jungkook's hole.
Jungkook mewls, back arching as he tries to get Taehyung to do it again, and Taehyung and Jimin laugh and coo at how cute the big strong man has suddenly turned.
“M-more, please,” Jungkook stutters, out of it from just having something snug against his prostate.
“Ask the boss,” Taehyung smirks, and Jimin laughs again.
“Okay, but don’t make him cum, want him begging for me when I’m done with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Taehyung laughs in response, and fuck Jimin wants to break him. How is he still so calm and collected?
Unlike how Jimin approached prepping Jungkook, he doesn’t go easy on Taehyung. Jimin thrusts in two fingers immediately, earning a deep groan from Taehyung, but he doesn’t stop there. No, Jimin goes straight for Taehyung’s prostate, mercilessly hitting it dead on from the beginning and that seems to crack a bit of Taehyung’s composure.
Taehyung groans, head dropping down against the mattress again and toes curling in on themselves as Jimin fucks his fingers inside him. Taehyung starts working his fingers inside of Jungkook as well, more gently, but nevertheless Jungkook is so much louder, moans and whines seemingly leaving him involuntarily.
Jimin adds a finger inside Taehyung, barely fitting because of how fast Jimin is moving along, but Taehyung sighs happily, hips fucking back against Jimin’s hand.
Taehyung laughs again, more out of breath than before but still sounding way too normal. “I get why you were so quick to agree to get fucked now, Jungkook-ah. You’re just a hungry little bottom caught in a muscular manly body, huh?”
Jungkook gasps, cheeks bright pink and hands clutching on to the bedsheets desperately. Jimin grins too, eyes taking in Jungkook’s heaving form, but Taehyung doesn’t even seem affected despite having way more stimulation against his prostate than the youngest.
“Why did you agree, Taehyung-ah? Don’t really like to bottom?” Jimin can’t help prod, fingers scissoring and stretching Taehyung’s rim.
Taehyung hums, smile evident in his voice when he answers, “Oh I do, most of the time guys just don’t know how to satisfy me, don’t give it to me like I want.”
Jimin arches an eyebrow. That is... unexpected. “And how is that then?”
“ Way harder. I won’t break, Jimin-ah, tell you if it’s too much.” Taehyung laughs, twisting his fingers inside Jungkook, so the youngest yelps out again.
And Jimin wants Taehyung to sound like that too, he desperately wants to know what he’ll sound like when he’s truly getting fucked like he wants, like he deserves.
“Give me a safe word and tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you then,” Jimin slips his fingers out of Taehyung’s hole, watching it blink back at him now that it’s suddenly empty.
Taehyung stills too, looking over his shoulder and really looks at Jimin, dark intense eyes taking him in. He seems hesitant for a moment, maybe judging if he trusts Jimin with this information, trusts him to really wreck him.
Taehyung nods as if he made up his mind, “Okay. Familiar with the traffic lights system?”
“Yes.”
“That then. Do your worst, I like being slapped and nails... everywhere. Oh and degradation.” Taehyung smirks, pursing his lips as he takes in Jimin again, and fuck Jimin has never wanted to prove himself this much before.
Jimin licks his lips, “Are you okay with it too, Jungkook-ah?”
A meek yes can be heard from Jungkook, and Jimin takes that as his signal to shove Taehyung forward with a firm grasp on his hips.
Taehyung yelps, yanking his fingers out of Jungkook (much to the youngest dismay) to grip onto the bed sheets. Jimin pushes down between Taehyung’s shoulder blades, nails digging into the strong grip he has on Taehyung’s hip. Taehyung lets himself get manhandled, cheek squished against the mattress and ass sticking out obscenely into the air.
“Got quite a mouth on you, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin purrs, hand threading into Taehyung’s long curly hair and yanking so he lifts his head off the mattress, “What makes you think I’m anything like those guys that have disappointed you in the past?”
Taehyung gasps, and Jimin takes the opportunity to further surprise him. He bends down, biting onto his shoulder blade for a moment before he moves to tug at Taehyung’s earlobe, harshly, “I’m going to absolutely ruin you, understand?” Jimin sneers, and Taehyung shivers under him, head bobbing up and down as best he can considering he’s being pressed into the mattress.
Jimin gets up with a satisfied smirk, letting completely go of Taehyung as he starts lubing up his own cock. Taehyung holds the position, chest heaving and thighs flexed as he waits expectantly, suddenly much more in it.
Jimin grips Taehyung’s hips again, bruising hold on the sensitive skin and pushes forward into his hole in one smooth motion. Jimin bottoms out at once, and Taehyung gasps, hole tensing around Jimin’s cock, but Jimin doesn’t give him a chance to adjust like he normally would, no he just starts fucking him. He drills his cock into the tight heat, digging his nails into his asscheeks to spread them to go deeper and that seems to finally start to tear away at Taehyung's composure.
Taehyung gasps, a groan coming out in stutters as if it’s caught in his throat. His thighs instinctively want to close, but Jimin doesn’t let him, just pulls his legs apart and fucks him harder.
Jimin lets himself enjoy the way Taehyung squeezes around his cock, how deep and warm he is, just a perfect tight little hole. Taehyung has gone lax under Jimin, taking the abuse against his prostate, just letting Jimin fuck him like he’s nothing but a fleshlight for Jimin to get off on.
A soft whine makes Jimin come back to it. At first he thinks it’s Taehyung and is truly surprised at how easily he started to completely fall apart, but when he opens his eyes he can tell it came from Jungkook.
Jungkook looks like he ’s the one getting fucked, face pink and shiny, biting onto his bottom lip to keep quiet, shaking and wiggling as he lays up against the pillows at the head of the bed. Once he sees Jimin looking straight at him, he drops the hand that’s working up his cock like he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to do, and Jimin is utterly endeared (and horny).
“Oh, is the baby enjoying the show?” he purrs, switching from hard fast thrusts to grinding his cock into Taehyung’s prostate to make the man under him mewl and squirm.
Jungkook blushes deeper, nodding shyly, giant eyes looking away from where Jimin’s cock is splitting Taehyung open.
“Look, Taehyungie,” Jimin spanks Taehyung, so he yelps and looks up at Jungkook through teary eyes, “The baby likes seeing you all desperate and crying for cock just as much as I do.”
Jimin laughs as Taehyung’s hole flutters around him and the two just stare wildly at each other. “A little pain slut like you probably likes being the center of attention too, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Taehyung whimpers , and Jimin roars in victory on the inside.
“Come over here, baby, why don’t you help me for a bit,” Jimin wiggles his finger at Jungkook, and the youngest hesitantly shuffles closer, sitting on his knees next to them.
“Good boy,” Jimin coos and Jungkook shivers, dropping his gaze. So cute. “Tug on his nipples a bit, baby, I can’t reach when I’m fucking him.”
Taehyung raises his chest a little higher of the mattress, so Jungkook can reach under and tentatively stroke at the perky buds. Taehyung hums, a smile playing on his lips and Jimin now understands what that means, not enough.
“Oh, harder, baby, you heard Taehyungie, he likes it rough. ”
Jungkook nods obediently, letting his nails run over Taehyung’s chest and he jerks when a nail drags across his nipple.
“That’s it, baby, good job,” Jimin praises, and swears to god, Jungkook blushes further.
Jimin turns his attention back on fucking Taehyung again, setting a punishing pace as he jackhammers into his prostate. Taehyung gasps and wiggles under his hands, but that just makes Jimin strengthen his grip, wanting to make the other fall apart completely.
Jungkook, too, continues toying with Taehyung’s chest, twisting and flicking the nipples and Taehyung’s back curves sinfully as to push down onto Jungkook’s hands and up against Jimin’s hips. Deep husky moans fall from Taehyung’s lips, arms and back flexing as his body tenses up. Jimin can tell he’s close, hole clenching and tightening up around his cock, and fuck that feels good.
“Would you look at that, big confident guy drooling on the bed sheets like a pretty little slut,” Jimin huffs, emphasizing his words by thrusting his hips extra hard against Taehyung’s ass.
Taehyung mewls something like Jimin, and that only spurs on Jimin’s desire to make him scream.
“From the first moment I saw you at the bar, I knew you’d look perfect like this; spread open and taking my fat cock,” Jimin says lowly, snaking one hand around Taehyung’s hips to grasp his hard cock that bounces around at Jimin’s hard thrusts.
“Tell me,” Jimin goes on, “Do you always walk around looking so fuckable? Like the type to beg for it harder until you’re coming on yourself like a filthy whore?”
Taehyung cries out, deep voice breaking as his voice gets bright and breathy. His arms bend, no longer supporting his own weight, completely counting on Jimin to keep him upright enough to fuck into. Jungkook catches him before he slips, big hands on Taehyung’s hips to stabilize him.
“Answer me,” Jimin demands, delivering a smack to Taehyung’s hard cock, precum dripping from the deep-red tip.
Taehyung cries out again, “O-only for you,” he manages to stutter through the endless moans, and Jimin is very satisfied at that.
“Good, only we get to see you like this, right TaeTae?” Jimin slaps his cock again, and he knows this is it.
Jimin grasps Taehyung’s cock and strokes him through it, hips still working ruthlessly inside of him, as he spurts cum onto the bedsheets with a cry going higher and higher until it’s just a silent scream frozen on his lips. He shakes and convulses, body erupting in a million stars and shining light, and Jimin works him through it, jerking him off nice and tight like he wants it.
Once Taehyung is spent, Jimin stills inside him, slowly pulling out and letting Taehyung fall against the soiled mattress. Jungkook helps Taehyung turn around, so he’s on his back instead, head thrown back and chest rising erratically. Cum is smeared against his abdomen, chest glistening from sweat and cock starting to deflate against his hip and he looks fucking gorgeous.
Jimin bends down to kiss Taehyung’s exposed neck, tasting his salty skin. There’s no real intent behind it. He just can’t help himself when Taehyung looks so beautiful under him, so wrecked.
Taehyung hums, hand threading into Jimin’s hair and Jimin lifts his head to kiss his lips instead, slow and deep.
They stay like that for a moment, but Jimin can’t ignore the throbbing tension between his thighs, letting a hand slip down to stroke himself for a little relief. Taehyung breaks the kiss, lifting his head to look down between their bodies, where Jimin is jerking himself off.
“Ohh, sorry, you two can go on, we can cuddle after,” Taehyung rasps.
Jimin smiles down at him, kissing him with a little hum, “After, yeah.”
They share a moment longer before they both turn their heads to look at Jungkook, who’s had a moment for himself, but has definitively not been forgotten.
Jungkook is a wreck; eyes big and glassy, cheeks bright pink and teeth gnawing into his bottom lip. His thighs are pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his legs protectively. He rocks back and forward, unable to sit still.
Jimin gets up and starts moving over to the youngest. He cups his hands around Jungkook’s cheeks, pulling him in for a brief kiss as he says, “What do you say, Jungkookie? Is it finally your turn?”
“P-please,” Jungkook whimpers, oh so desperate, and Jimin’s heart aches a little for him, cock throbbing hard at the thought of making him cum on his dick.
“Are you okay, Jungkook? We can just cuddle if you want, baby, we can do anything you’d like,” Jimin strokes some of the hair out of his eyes, and Jungkook’s eyes flutter at the soft touch.
“No, ‘m okay. Just so hard, hyung. Wanna cum so bad,” Jungkook sniffles letting his arms fall from where they’re caging his legs.
Jimin can’t help laughing endearingly. “Oh, baby, come, gonna make you feel so good, okay?”
“Please...”
Jimin pulls him closer, kissing him deeply, feeling Jungkook liven up as their lips move against each other. Jimin pulls back, taking Jungkook’s hand in his and leading him towards the middle of the bed.
Meanwhile, Taehyung has shuffled back against the headboard and folded his legs.
“Come here, baby, put your head in my lap,” Taehyung offers, eyes soft as he looks at Jungkook.
Without hesitation Jungkook crawls across the bed, laying on his back and placing his head in Taehyung’s lap and the oldest starts brushing his hair back soothingly. Jungkook sighs, relaxing into the touch and Jimin has to stop for a moment to remember where they started earlier this night. Who would have thought the two arch nemeses would turn into cuddle buddies.
Jimin smiles at them, and they smile back at him and wow he really hopes they feel it too. The feeling that this is somehow too right .
It’s Jungkook that brings him back to the present again, “Hyung.”
Jimin arches an eyebrow at him, knee walking over to the men at the top of the bed. Once he reaches them, he lets his hands run over Jungkook’s bent legs, gliding up his strong thighs to coax them open. Jungkook easily lets him, eyes fluttering closed as he leans further into Taehyung’s lap to get him to keep massaging his scalp.
“Taehyungie, give me the pillow, please,” Jimin requests and Taehyung gives him one of the pillows off to the side. Jimin slaps Jungkook’s hip gently, “Lift, baby,” and puts the pillow under Jungkook’s butt to lift it and change the angle.
Jimin shuffles closer, placing Jungkook’s legs on his hips to expose his hole. He picks up the lube and presses two fingers into Jungkook’s still loose hole, and the youngest lets out a relieved sigh.
“Been so good, baby. Let Taehyungie go first and everything and you didn’t even cum,” Jimin mumbles, curving his fingers inside Jungkook to brush against his prostate gently.
Jungkook jerks, muscled chest immediately flexing under Jimin’s administration. He scrunches his eyes closed, hands holding onto Taehyung’s thighs as his mouth falls open.
Fuck, he’s so close already from being edged for so long Jimin realizes.
Jimin works two fingers in and out of Jungkook firmly, the other hand grasping Jungkook’s hard cock. Jimin wants to coo at his cock, so pathetic-looking as if it's about to burst, leaking precum all over his own abs.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, head turning in Taehyung’s lap, pressing his face into the side of his thigh.
“It’s okay, baby, cum when you want, show us how pretty you look when you fall apart,” Jimin coos.
Jungkook’s thighs and abs flex and twitch as Jimin jerks him off, thumb brushing over the sensitive head over and over and over again as two of his fingers prod at his prostate. Jimin knows it will only take moments longer. Jungkook’s so turned on, basically begging for release.
Jungkook mewls, squirming in their hold, hips fucking up against Jimin’s fist, and Jimin lets him use him to get off, chasing the orgasm he’s been craving long enough.
Moments later, Jungkook starts coming, painting his abs in pretty pearly white, legs spasming around Jimin’s waist. Jimin just jerks him through it, stroking deep inside him.
“Good boy, baby, come for hyungs,” Jimin purrs, and Jungkook cries out louder, another spurt of cum streaking his sweaty chest.
Taehyung groans too, one hand still entangled in Jungkook’s hair, but the other hand finding its way to palm himself, where he’s starting to react to watching Jungkook get off. “Fuck.”
Jimin grins at him, raising an eyebrow and Taehyung at least has the decency to blush at Jimin’s told you so -look in his face.
Meanwhile, Jimin keeps going, stroking over Jungkook’s hard cock and jabbing his fingers at his prostate. Overstimulation has started to affect Jungkook as he now truly struggles in their hands, squirming.
“Hyung, I, oh, ‘s too much, aah, please,” Jungkook gasps, hands scrambling around in the bedsheets to grip onto something.
“Want to use the safeword, Jungkook?” Jimin checks, but just like he expected Jungkook just shakes his head, groaning out a resounding no.
So Jimin keeps going, not letting Jungkook’s cock go soft and waiting for the youngest to eventually beg him for more. It happens sooner rather than later, when Jungkook begs, voice laced with desperation.
“Please, I, please, hyung, more. ”
And who is Jimin to deny the cute begging Jungkook anything, so he slips his fingers out of Jungkook’s hole and instead pushes his cock inside him, filling him deeper and more than his fingers ever could.
Jungkook gasps, eyes springing open and looking down at where Jimin’s cock is splitting him open. He moans once he sees it, head falling back against Taehyung that has now given up pretending he isn’t 1000% jerking off to Jungkook getting fucked by Jimin.
Jimin starts thrusting inside Jungkook, moaning at how heavenly he feels now that his own cock has been neglected for so long. He lets himself enjoy it, enjoying the way Jungkook’s hole clenches and quivers around him every time he brushes against his already used prostate.
Jimin fucks small cries from Jungkook’s lips, mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out. Jungkook’s legs are wrapped around Jimin’s waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. Jungkook mewls in frustration, smacking his lips in dismay and somehow Taehyung understands just what he needs, when he stuffs his fingers inside Jungkook’s mouth.
Jungkook moans through the fingers, sucking obscenely and Taehyung curses above him. Jimin is too lost in Jungkook’s tight warm heat to really pay attention, he just focuses on rocking his hips up against Jungkook’s ass, making it jiggle and slap lewdly.
“Fuck, Jungkook, want my cock?” Taehyung groans deeply, and Jimin is really confused for a moment, because isn’t he already giving Jungkook his cock.
“Yes, ahh, yes, hyung, give me, give me, please,” Jungkook stumbles over the words in his enthusiasm.
Taehyung gently lifts Jungkook’s head to move out from underneath him and Jungkook turns his head, mouth wide open and expecting. Taehyung slides his cock into Jungkook’s wet mouth, and Jimin moans at the filthy sight of Jungkook taking them both.
It just makes Jimin fuck Jungkook harder, and Jungkook moans so loud despite Taehyung’s cock stuffing him full. When Taehyung looks like he wants to hold back, Jungkook takes matters into his own hands and dives forward to swallow more of his cock, and Taehyung groans in return.
“Fuck, baby, so good,” he growls and Jimin feels his cock twitch as Jungkook tightens up around him.
Jimin is close. He reaches a hand down between his and Jungkook’s sweaty bodies to wrap a hand around his cock again, sticky with the dried up cum staining his stomach.
Jungkook’s moans reach an alltime high just then, body thrumming and convulsing as the two fuck him from both ends. Tears start spilling down Jungkook’s cheeks, eyes rolling back inside his head as he cums in Jimin’s hold. His hole pulses and milks Jimin’s cock, forcing his own orgasm to rip through him. Jimin moans into as his hips stutter and jerk out of control, euphoria taking over as he lets go completely.
Jimin buries himself in Jungkook’s ass, spilling deep inside him with a groan. Above him Taehyung’s thrusts have gotten sloppy and hectic, and he suddenly pulls out and starts jerking off erratically.
Jungkook lets his mouth hang wide open, tongue stretched out to invite Taehyung to cum on his face, and fuck Jimin’s mind is spinning.
Taehyung cums with a throaty gasp, painting Jungkook’s mouth and cheek and nose in cum, mixing with the tears that are staining his cheeks. Jungkook licks and swallows it all down, eyes rolling back inside his head again and it’s easy to see that if he hadn’t already come he would now.
Jimin pulls out with a deep sigh, watching as a thin river of cum starts to leak out of Jungkook’s puffy used hole.
He lets himself plop down next to them, out of breath and body aching from physical exhaustion. They all are out of breath, silence between them not uncomfortable but more relaxed.
Jimin forces himself up on shaky legs, getting a few baby wipes to gently clean off the two, mostly Jungkook, who’s covered in cum and still recovering.
When he returns with the wipes, Taehyung has moved to place his head on Jungkook’s broad shoulder, running his hands through his hair as Jungkook purrs. Jimin’s heart flutters at the sight. He could really get used to this.
Cleanup and many kisses later, they all three lie wrapped up in each other's arms under Jimin’s dirty bed sheets that they couldn’t bring themselves to care about changing.
Just before they fall asleep, Jungkook mumbles, “So who won?”
Taehyung and Jimin both laugh, and Jimin is the one to set the record straight.
“I did.”
They giggle, and Jimin buries his head in Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Can I take you out? Both of you I mean.”
Jimin looks up just in time to see Taehyung blush a deep read, eyes big and earnest, a very new look on him.
“You just wanna win, don’t you hyung?” Jungkook accuses with a laugh.
And Taehyung laughs too, “Oh, for sure, baby.”
Jimin giggles as Jungkook wiggles against them at the pet name.
“Shut up, hyung.”
“Make me,” Taehyung teases, hand turning Jungkook’s head so he can kiss him again.
Jimin just lays back with the biggest dopiest smile on his face, and thinks to himself, I could really love these fools.