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Jimin hums contently as he leans back on his hotel bed with Jungkook and Taehyung happily kissing and mouthing at his neck above him, their hands sliding up and down his body, touching every inch that they can. A successful concert usually leaves them all a little high on adrenaline. Everyone deals with it in different ways but for Jimin, he just wants his boyfriends showering him with love and affection tonight.
He can feel how tight his pants have become over the course of them kissing and touching him and giggles when Taehyung starts lightly tugging on his earlob with his teeth, sliding his tongue through the small hoop earring hanging there. Jungkook has his mouth locked onto a spot just above his shirt collar that’s been driving Jimin wild for the past few minutes.
Taehyung suddenly straddles his lap and grinds down against him, leaving Jimin breathless as Tae leans in to kiss at his neck once again. It’s all become too much stimulation at once. Hands lift his shirt up to expose his nipples and Taehyung carefully pinches them until Jimin is gasping and arching off the sheets. “Enough,” he groans. “No more teasing.”
“What does Jiminie want?” Taehyung says with a playful smile.
“I want—ahh—to get out of these clothes before we go any further.”
Jungkook gives one last kiss to his neck before pulling back to let Jimin sit up. Tae rolls off of his lap as Jimin slides off the bed and walks to the bathroom to go freshen up. Jungkook and Taehyung happily divest themselves of their own clothes while they wait for him to return.
“Fuck,” Jimin suddenly hisses from the bathroom and the other two look up in alarm. “I can’t believe this.”
“Everything all right in there, Jiminie hyung?” Jungkook asks worriedly.
Jimin stomps back out looking furious. “I specifically told you two no more hickeys!” he snaps, holding his collar back to show two very distinct bright red hickeys along either side of his neck. Taehyung purses his lips while Jungkook lowers his head in embarrassment. Jimin swears again. “We have another concert tomorrow!” he says, annoyed that they aren’t even responding. “You—”
“There’s makeup to cover it up,” Taehyung assures him.
“The stylists don’t need to see these.”
“Well—”
“I’ve told you so many times. I even punished you the last time.”
“Yeah but that was kind of fun.”
Jimin glares at him. “Fine. Then this time I’m not touching you again until you’ve learned your lesson. You two can leave the room.”
Their eyes go wide. “But, hyung, we’re already naked,” Jungkook protests.
“Then hurry up and get changed.”
Taehyung suddenly gets up from the bed and moves closer, trying to calm him down. “Jiminie, come on. It’s not that big a deal, really.”
“It is to me,” Jimin says, frowning. “And you both know it is and still left these marks. Please go back to your rooms. I won’t say it again.”
The mood is gone. Taehyung sighs heavily and looks back at Jungkook who looks like he might actually cry any second. They swiftly pull their clothes back on, all while Jimin angrily stares at them until they’re shuffling out of the room. He slams the door shut behind them and while Jungkook jumps, Taehyung just sighs in exasperation. He’s used to Jimin’s moods and he loves him regardless, but sometimes he can really be a stubborn asshole.
“What just happened?” Jungkook asks softly.
“He just needs some time,” Tae assures him. “He’ll be fine in a couple days.”
Except he’s not. Jimin barely awknowledges them during the next concert, smiling like he’s supposed to but when they’re backstage he purposefully avoids them. It leaves Taehyung feeling irritated. He feels that Jimin is just blowing this all out of proportion, even though he knows they broke a rule. Eventually the tension between them is noticed by everyone else too and Namjoon has to remind them to put their disagreements on hold for the time being while they go ahead with the concert.
Jungkook seems to be having the hardest time with Jimin ignoring him, trying his damn hardest to make him smile at every opportunity. Unfortunately, Jimin continues giving him the cold shoulder. Even if they try to hold his hand, he glares at them and walks away to go hang off someone else. Eventually, they realize that Jimin is really serious this time about his punishment and so they decide to find other ways to distract themselves.
Taehyung and Jungkook are sharing a room for a couple nights while they’re abroad for their tour and normally, Tae would have roomed with Jimin, but after Jimin blatantly said he didn’t want to share with him, he decides to room with Jungkook instead. They’re playing video games on their laptops together, with Jungkook sitting at the desk while Taehyung sits on his bed.
About 20 minutes into their playtime, Tae sighs loudly.
“Kook, I’m horny.”
Jungkook just shrugs without taking his eyes off his laptop screen. “Me too, hyung.”
“Jiminie is being such a brat this time.”
“Well, we did break his rule.”
“Stop being so obedient,” he grumbles. “You’ve never listened to what Jimin says. Out of all of us, you’re the biggest culprit for pissing him off.”
Jungkook shrugs again. “I like pissing him off because he gets rough with me and treats me like an equal instead of his dongsaeng.”
Tae blinks. “That’s what does it for you? Being his equal?”
Jungkook turns his game off and turns around in his chair. “I’m not a kid anymore but sometimes he still treats me like one and I don’t like it so I tease him.”
“Hm. I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“You don’t know a lot of things about me, hyung.”
“Hey brat, we’ve lived together for like seven years.”
“Yeah? Doesn’t mean you know everything about me.”
Taehyung frowns. “Okay then, let’s talk about stuff.”
“Like…?”
“I don’t know. I’m not good at this.”
Jungkook sighs and rests his head on his arms. “I miss Jimin.”
“Hey, we can handle this punishment for as long as it takes. Be strong.”
“I am strong,” he says. “You’re the one with the boner right now.”
Tae looks down at his lap and groans. “Damn.”
“You can go jack it in the bathroom, I don’t mind.”
“No I’m fine. It’ll go down soon.”
Jungkook suddenly grins and turns around fully. “Want to bet?” he asks.
“I’m not Jimin, I don’t do bets,” Tae says with a roll of his eyes.
“Aw come on, hyung, are you scared?”
Tae frowns. “…What’s the bet?”
Grinning, Jungkook takes his laptop over to the bed and sits down beside him. “I’m gonna pull up some Jimin fancams on Youtube and we both can’t touch ourselves no matter how turned on we get.”
“Is this a thing you do regularly?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
“Sometimes,” he blushes. “His fancams are really nice.”
Tae grins. “Okay, let’s do it, Kook. I’ll kick your ass.”
Barely 50 seconds into the first video of Jimin dancing to Baepsae and Taehyung is already squeezing his legs together. “Fuck, I remember this concert,” he moans.
“Yeah?” Jungkook chuckles.
“Jimin blew me afterwards in our hotel room. He was still wearing that dumb jacket and everything too fuck—”
Jungkook just laughs. “You gonna lose already?”
“No I am perfectly fine. Bring up the next video.” Jungkook does and both of them let out collective groans at the sight of Jimin in his Blood, Sweat, & Tearsoutfit. Tae notices Jungkook shifting a little beside him and smirks. “Getting a stiffy over there, Kook?” he teases.
“Shut up,” he snaps.
Taehyung snickers and wraps an arm around his shoulders, leaning in close to breathe against his ear as they watch Jimin dance on the screen. “Remember the pretty sounds he made when I showed you how to eat him out for the first time? It was after this show, right?”
Jungkook tenses up, his cheeks burning. “Hyung—”
“Remember how he rut against your tongue and begged for more until he was crying and coming all over himself?”
“Stop,” Jungkook whines, shoving a hand down over his crotch.
“Oops,” Tae says, grinning, “looks like you’ve got a problem now too.”
“I’m still gonna win.”
“Yeah right. The next fancam is of Fire. You know he’s a demon during those performances.”
Jungkook just glares at him but sure enough, the moment the video starts and they see Jimin lick his lips on screen, all the blood rushes from their heads down south. Their breaths come out heavily. It’s unfair how easily Jimin can get that reaction out of them when he’s not even in the room.
Taehyung grunts beside him and reaches down to press a palm against Jungkook’s groin. Jungkook looks at him wildly. “What the hell?” he says.
“You’re so hard,” Tae giggles. “Jiminie really has you by the balls, doesn’t he?”
Jungkook flushes an even darker shade of pink. “Yeah well you’re no different, hyung.” He grabs at Tae through his pajama pants and Tae whimpers. “Bet you’re imagining his mouth on your dick right now.”
They turn their attention away from the laptop screen to glare at each other, Tae’s hand still palming at Jungkook while Jungkook squeezes him.
“Like you’re not thinking about it too,” Tae growls.
He’s leaning over Jungkook on the bed now, his palm furiously rubbing between Jungkook’s legs. “H-Hyung,” Jungkook hisses, “what are you doing…?”
“I don’t know,” Taehyung says, breathless.
He’s always had a soft spot for Jungkook since their early days and over the years, that hasn’t changed. But now with both of them being with Jimin and constantly seeing each other and fooling around together, he’s realized that he might want to explore whatever it is they have between them. Right now, they’re both horny. It’s Jimin’s own fault for being a jerk and ignoring them for so long.
“Do you want to get off?” Tae asks. Jungkook nods desperately and whines when Tae squeezes his dick through his sweat pants. “We gotta do this mutually, okay?” Jungkook nods again and shoves his hand down Tae’s pants, firmly grabbing his cock and giving it a few strokes.
Taehyung moans above him and slips his own hand down into Jungkook’s sweats, fingers clasping around his girth. It starts with minimal touching, both of them unsure on what to do without making it too weird or awkward. They’ve touched each other before but only with Jimin in the room and while Taehyung didn’t harbor the same feelings for Jungkook as he did for Jimin, he still enjoyed the harmless touches.
After about five minutes of nothing, Jungkook sighs. “This isn’t getting us anywhere,” he says.
“But I’m still horny,” Tae grumbles.
“We could try blowing each other?”
Tae blinks. “…Really? You’d be okay with that?”
“I’d be okay with anything at this point, hyung.”
“Shit…uh…okay. Let me get into a better position for this then. You gonna go first?” Jungkook nods. “I’ll try not to blow my load in your mouth.”
They get into a better position so that Tae is sitting up against the pillows and Jungkook is laying down on his stomach. Jungkook pulls his pants down just enough so that his cock jumps out. He stares at it curiously, tilting his head to the side, before leaning down and licking around the head and opening his mouth to take him further down.
Taehyung likes having his dick sucked. It’s just something enjoyable and pleasant and it’s never disappointing. Up to this point, however, he’s only ever had Jimin blow him and it’s great, fantastic, mind blowing—but with Jungkook currently slurping at his cock like it’s the best goddamn meal he’s ever eaten, there is a strong new contender.
Tae leans back against the headboard as he watches Jungkook mouth around the base, holding his breath each time Jungkook looks up at him.
“Is this okay?” Jungkook asks after a few minutes.
“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Feels good.”
“Feels weird without Jimin hyung around,” he pouts.
Tae nods and looks over at his phone on the nightstand. “Want to call him?”
“Right now? It’s late, isn’t it?”
“Jiminie is a night owl just like you, he’s definitely up.”
“But he’s rooming with Jin hyung, right? If you call he could get in trouble.”
It’s cute how concerned Jungkook is over Jimin, especially considering how cold he’s been to them over the past week. He grins and turns the phone’s camera on Jungkook instead. “Okay, then we can send a picture of you blowing me.”
“Why?”
“To piss him off of course. He’ll be so sexually frustrated and whining and humping his bed while we’re in here having the time of our lives.”
Jungkook frowns and sits up on his knees. “You want to tease him?”
“Yeah. Come oooon, Kook, it’s just for fun.”
“…okay.”
In hindsight, perhaps Jimin should have thought his punishment for Taehyung and Jungkook through more before acting on it. A whole week without touching or kissing them is proving a difficult challenge. There have been so many instances where he’s wanted to stroke the back of Jungkook’s head or touch Taehyung’s butt and he’s had to hold himself back or otherwise be labeled a hypocrite.
He’d even had to deny himself from rooming with Taehyung this time because he knew neither of them would be able to hold back once alone.
Seokjin had called him an idiot multiple times and had said it again, just before he’d gone to bed. “You’re punishing both yourself and them, how’s that make any sense?” he’d grumbled. “You’re all a bunch of horny idiots.”
Jimin realizes he’s probably right. He’s just too prideful to take back his words now. He’d put those rules into place for a reason and they had broken them twice. He can’t just turn the other cheek and forgive them, despite how much he was paying for it now.
He’s laying on his side in his bed and scrolling through his phone when he gets a text message from Taehyung. Huh. Maybe he’s finally learned his lesson. Curious, he opens it and is immediately bombarded with a photo of Jungkook’s lips wrapped around Taehyung’s cock while Tae flashes his infamous V sign.
The caption reads ‘Golden maknae has a golden mouth yahoo~’
“That punk,” Jimin hisses and immediately looks up to make sure he hasn’t woken up Seokjin.
Of course leaving two horny idiots in a room alone would lead to this. Of fuckingcourse. He furiously types back a message and hits send, taking a few deep breaths to calm the heat pooling between his legs.
“Ooh, he’s maaaad,” Tae laughs and Jungkook crawls up next to him to read the new message. “C’mon, let’s send another one. Maybe of me sucking you instead? That’ll have him screaming.”
“Uh, okay.”
He settles down onto his back while Tae hands him his phone. “You can take the photo this time, Mr Director. Make me look hot.”
“You’re always hot,” Jungkook says, raising his eyebrows.
“Fine, make me look hotter.”
He slowly licks around the head a few times, staying mindful of their very aroused states, before suddenly swallowing him down as far as he can, nearly choking on him. God, how does Jimin manage to deep throat him all the time? What kind of magical mouth does he have?
Jungkook lets out a small cry and slightly bucks his hips.
“Take the picture,” Taehyung says around his girth and there’s a sudden flash of light before he swiftly pulls off. “Let me see it!” He takes the phone from Jungkook’s hands, who’s still busy trying to catch his breath after that minimal blowjob, and grins. “Perfect.”
Another ping alerts him to a new message and Jimin hesitates before he opens it, eyes growing wide when he sees the reverse of the last picture, this time with Taehyung’s mouth on Jungkook with the caption ‘Yummy~’
I’m gonna kill him, he thinks.
Even though he says that, he can already feel the twinge of arousal in his belly. He hasn’t touched himself in a week and he’s really regretting that now. He wants to retaliate, but not alerting Seokjin will be the tough part. He squeezes his legs together and reaches down with his free hand to start palming himself, opening both picture messages again.
He grabs his cock in his hand and gasps softly, running a thumb over the tip as he turns his front facing camera on. He lifts his phone a little above his head, just enough so that his flushed face shows and opens his mouth suggestively, swiftly taking the photo and hitting send.
If they want to play, he’ll play.
“Oh shit,” Jungkook grunts as the phone in his hands vibrates again. He opens the new message and his eyes go wide. Taehyung had gone back to sucking him off, so he glances up briefly and pulls off his cock.
“What? What is it?”
“He sent a photo.”
“Let me see.”
Taehyung licks his lips clean and grabs for the phone and nearly drops it when he sees the photo Jimin sent. God, he looks so fuckable. It’s so unfair. How can his selfie game be so perfect?
“We’re getting to him,” Tae chuckles, trying not to appear affected. “He’s probably touching himself right now.”
Jungkook makes a small whimpering noise. “Hyung, let’s just invite him over. This is stupid.”
“No, I wanna make him sweat a little more. Let’s take a video next.”
“Huh?”
“You’re good at making films.”
“Not porn!” he protests, cheeks flushing pink.
“It’ll be easy, Kook. C’mon, just lay back and get comfy and I’ll do all the work down here. Just make sure you get all the good parts.”
Jungkook’s mouth flaps open for several seconds before he sighs and turns on the recording function just as Taehyung is slurping his cock back into his mouth.
For seven agonizing minutes, Jimin has carefully jerked himself off under the bed covers, keeping his panting down to a minimum. He’s imagined all manner of things regarding his two boyfriends, about what he’d like to do to them and vice versa, and it feels nice to finally touch himself like this.
His phone buzzes in his hand again and he realizes, belatedly, that it’s a video file and not a photo this time so as soon as his thumb hits play, the soft wet sounds of a mouth sucking on a cock permeate the room and Jimin swears as he takes his hand out of his pants and quickly turns his volume off before Seokjin can wake up.
He sits up to grab his earphones and turns the volume back up to watch the one and a half minute long video.
It starts with Taehyung obnoxiously sucking Jungkook’s cock again. It’s absolutely filthy and he can tell it’s having an effect on Jungkook, judging by the soft pants and whimpers. Tae then pulls off of him and wags his tongue with a wink. ‘We’re having so much fun, Jiminie,’ he says. ‘Wish you could have a taste too but you said no touching so it’s your loss...’
“Jerk,” Jimin grumbles.
He wants to join them. Punishment be damned, he just wants to be with his boyfriends. He knows there’s a curfew and that staff are probably monitoring the halls, but this is an emergency. He can’t just tug one out with Seokjin laying in the next bed.
Mind made up, he carefully gets out of his bed and tip toes his way to the door, opening it as slowly as he can so it doesn’t make too much noise.
Once he’s out in the hall, he looks both ways to see if anyone’s watching before making his way towards Taehyung and Jungkook’s hotel room. His cock throbs between his legs as he walks. He feels quite naughty for sneaking around after hours. Once he sees their room, he starts walking faster, a plan settling in his mind once he’s there.
“He didn’t send anything back, I think we broke him,” Jungkook says.
“He’s probably jerking off,” Tae shrugs, licking up and down his shaft. “That or Jin hyung finally committed murder.”
“Don’t say that,” Jungkook pouts.
“Hmm, now that I think about it though, I really want Jimin’s dick,” he says as he pulls off of him. “Like no offense, I like yours, but Jiminie’s is so fat and cute and I need it inside me right now. I’ve missed it so much this past week.”
Before Jungkook can respond, the phone buzzes again and they exchange a look.
“What do you think it says?” Jungkook asks.
“I dunno, but I hope it’s a dick pic.”
“There’s no photo attached.”
“Damn.”
Jungkook opens the message and frowns. “It just says ‘Open up’.”
While they’re trying to comprehend that, there’s a knock at the door and they both turn at once. “Uh…” Taehyung slowly gets off the bed and pulls his underwear up as he walks to the door. He looks through the peep hole and sees Jimin staring right back at him. “It’s Jiminie,” he gasps. “You think he read my mind?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Let him in, hyung.”
“I dunno, maybe we should make him suffer a little more. He is the one that started this whole thing.”
“Kim Taehyung, if you don’t open this door right now, I’ll break it down and kick your ass,” Jimin snaps through the door.
Tae’s expression falters and he swiftly opens the door with a grin. “Heeeey Jiminie, I was just teasing you, you know.”
Jimin glares at him as he walks past him into the room. His eyes zero in on Jungkook sitting up on the bed and his expression immediately softens.
“So you two get bored or something?” he says.
“We were looking up your fancams on Youtube,” Taehyung answers. “And then we kinda both got boners and thought we could get each other off and then I wanted to annoy you and wa-la, you know how it ends.”
Jimin raises an eyebrow. “All it took was videos of me dancing to turn you both into horny brats?”
“To be fair, it doesn’t take a lot to make me horny,” Tae chirps and Jimin smacks his arm.
“I can’t believe you two. I was trying to punish you.”
“And yet here you are.”
Jimin frowns and crawls onto the bed, all but falling into Jungkook’s waiting arms. He snuggles up into his chest while leaning up to kiss along his jaw. God, he’s missed this. “How’s my Jungkookie doing? Was Tae being good for you?” he says softly.
“Yeah,” he purrs. “But it felt kinda lonely without you.”
“Aww, you’re sweet.”
“Kook, no fair, you know I wanted his dick first,” Taehyung pouts.
Jungkook sticks his tongue out at him over Jimin’s head.
“Really?” Jimin suddenly giggles. “You’ve already had Jungkook’s but you’re stillthirsty?”
“I like dick,” he shrugs.
Jimin suddenly gets to his knees and motions Tae closer. “You do, huh?” he grins.
“Yep.” He crawls closer on his hands and knees while licking his lips. “Especially yours, Jiminie. Been all I could think about this whole week.”
“Oh yeah? What do you like about it?” He runs his fingers through Tae’s dark hair as Tae nuzzles his face into the front of Jimin’s shorts.
“Like how fat it is,” he hums. “Feels so heavy on my tongue…”
“You like having your mouth stuffed, Taehyungie?”
He nods slowly and mouths at his clothed erection, causing Jimin to shiver a little and hold onto Taehyung’s head for balance. “Want it, Jiminie, please,” he whines.
“Insatiable brat,” he sighs. Tae winks up at him and grabs for the waistband of Jimin’s shorts and underwear, tugging them down just far enough so that his cock springs out. After all the teasing, he’s painfully hard at this point. Taehyung licks his lips in anticipation. If he just extends his tongue a little he can lick him. “You want my cock, baby?” Jimin coos. Tae nods eagerly. “Then take it.” He pulls at his hair, tipping his head back slightly so that he can shove his cock into his waiting mouth.
Tae welcomes him without complaint, moaning low in his throat once he’s fully inside, his tongue playfully swirling around the tip.
“F-Fuck,” Jimin whimpers, clutching at his head and bowing forward. Taehyung wastes no time getting reacquainted with his dick, moaning and sucking on him obnoxiously while Jimin trembles above him. He feels hands grabbing at his legs and looks over his shoulder to see Jungkook holding him steady. “Jungkookie…”
“Fuck his face,” he says. “It’s what he’s wanted all evening.”
Jimin blinks and looks back down at Taehyung currently slurping at his cock. “Is that right, TaeTae? Do you want me to use your mouth like that?”
Taehyung nods as best he can before pulling off and grinning up at him. “Fuck my mouth and come all over my face, Jiminie.”
His words clearly have an effect because Jimin grabs his head again and forces his mouth back onto his cock, moaning softly as he starts to thrust his hips back and forth. The amount of force he’s using should hurt, or at least make Taehyung want to pull away, but he seems to be enjoying it. Jungkook watches in rapt fascination.
“S-So good, baby,” Jimin pants. “You take me so well.” Tae moans around him and Jimin pulls at his hair as his breath stutters out. Jimin’s head tilts back as he slowly fucks his mouth, drawing out more moans from Taehyung. “Mmm…y-yeah…good boy…”
Tae reaches up to massage his balls and Jimin makes a high keening sound in the back of his throat, his body trembling above him as he continues to move. It’s obvious that he’s close. With his other hand, Tae is touching himself as well and it’s really quite a sight. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of them; Tae with his mouth full of Jimin’s beautiful cock, eyes closed in reverence like he’s having the time of his life while he furiously jerks himself off.
“Coming,” Jimin warns and pulls Tae off just in time before he’s painting the other man’s face with his release.
Taehyung opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out with a playful smile while Jimin has to hold himself steady over him. When he’s finished, Tae leans in to give kitten licks to the tip, suckling at it gently for any remnants and then he abruptly pulls away to concentrate on his own arousal, hunching over slightly until Jimin’s hand snakes down to join his.
He looks up in surprise and Jimin stares right back, licking his lips and looking sinfully beautiful as he wraps his fingers around his length and strokes him quickly as he leans over him.
Taehyung whimpers and falls back into the sheets with Jimin landing on top of him, his hand quick and nimble on his cock until Tae is gasping and crying out that he’s coming and it’s like art when he comes, spilling all over Jimin’s pumping hand and his belly.
“J-Jimin,” he whines and Jimin kisses him through his orgasm, pulling his hand off and fully swinging his body over until he’s laying on top of him, his lips gentle as he maps along his jawline.
“Shh, baby, you did well,” he coos and Taehyung giggles at the praise. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
Taehyung wraps his arms around him and hugs him close, leaning in to capture his lips with his own. “Totally worth sending you those texts earlier,” he chuckles.
“I’m never deleting those photos off my phone.”
“Jiminie, you have like a million pictures of us.”
“Yeah, but not sucking each other’s dicks. And speaking of,” Jimin says, turning his head to look over at Jungkook sitting beside them. His hand is fisted around his cock and he swallows anxiously as he sees Jimin look him up and down hungrily, teeth biting his lip. He suddenly feels very small. “Jungkookie, it’s your turn.”
He wiggles his ass atop Taehyung’s groin which causes Tae to moan and Jungkook to anxiously wet his lips. Not waiting for his response, Jimin goes back to kissing Tae, sliding his tongue into his mouth so that he can taste himself there.
The soft wet smacking of lips is enough to finally spur Jungkook on and he moves behind Jimin, reaching forward to grab his cheeks and spread them apart. He confidentally leans down and gives a careful lick around the rim, which has Jimin whining into Taehyung’s mouth, and so he does it again and again and again, nearly laughing when Jimin starts to eagerly rock back and forth.
“Jiminie hyung wants his ass eaten?” he purrs, kissing at his rim gently. “Is that what you want, hyung?”
“D-Don’t care what just do something,” Jimin whines.
“Eat his ass,” Taehyung urges, reaching to pull Jimin’s cheeks apart, “then fuck him on top of me.”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide at the suggestion but he nods anyway, licking his lips again. He ducks down and licks a long stripe up Jimin’s crack before settling in on his hole. He pushes his tongue inside of him with little resistence and Jimin gasps. Tae distracts him by pulling him back down into another kiss while Jungkook gets to work, wiggling his tongue around before fully fucking him with it.
Jimin squirms and whimpers into his kiss with Tae, but Jungkook holds him steady while Tae opens him up for him and it makes it so much more enjoyable. He’s hungry. He’d only had a small sample of Taehyung’s dick earlier but that hadn’t really been much to satisfy him. Jimin’s luscious ass will definitely help.
“F-Fuck!” Jimin groans. “Baby, that’s so good!”
Jungkook smiles and drives his tongue in deeper which has Jimin rutting against Tae, their cocks brushing together. Jimin kisses Tae desperately while Jungkook licks into him and his whole body starts to tremble.
“Does it feel good, Jiminie?” Taehyung says. “I know you love Jungkookie’s mouth. Bet you really missed it this week, huh?”
Jimin just moans and drops his head to Tae’s chest as he gathers himself. Jungkook pulls away after several long minutes, licking his lips and getting to his knees behind them. He rubs his cock up against Jimin’s crack and slides it up and down teasingly, hands gripping his hips.
“You want it, Jiminie hyung?”
Jimin groans in frustration. “Fuck me, you brat.”
Jungkook laughs and leans over him, pressing a gentle kiss by Jimin’s ear. “Such a needy hyung.”
“Isn’t he?” Tae snickers. “Just had his dick sucked and he still wants more.”
Jimin suddenly rolls his hips down purposefully, which has Tae gasping in surprise.
“I’m not the only one,” he smirks.
“T-That’s cheating, Jiminie,” Tae grunts.
Jimin’s momentary victory is shortlived once Jungkook pushes his cock inside him, bottoming out without any problems, his balls slapping up against Jimin’s ass as he settles in.
“H-Holy shit,” Jimin gasps. “Jungkookie—”
“Bet you missed this, huh, hyung?”
Jimin whimpers. “P-Please hurry—”
“Hurry up and fuck you, I know,” he sighs. He pulls out slightly before pushing right back in and repeats the action a few more times until Jimin’s moaning happily, his hips rocking back to meet Jungkook’s with each thrust.
“Faster, Kook,” Tae huffs beneath them.
“But—”
“It’s fine, I can take it.”
Jungkook nods and digs his nails into Jimin’s cheeks, holding him steady as he wildly fucks into him, which has Jimin moving his own hips above Taehyung, their cocks touching with each movement until they’re both hard again. They all move as one with Jungkook setting the pace and Jimin kisses Tae desperately, holding himself up with his palms as Jungkook ruts into him.
“‘m close,” Jimin whimpers against Taehyung’s lips.
“It’s okay, baby, we’re here,” Tae coos, brushing some of his hair from his face. Jimin throws his head back as Jungkook gives one more thrust that sends him over the edge. His cock spills between his and Tae’s bodies even as Jungkook continues to move, his thrusts growing more manic in his desire to come.
“C-Coming,” he whimpers and swiftly pulls out of Jimin just in time, taking hold of his cock and pumping it furiously as ropes of cum decorate Jimin’s back and ass. Once he’s finished, he collapses beside the other two, blinking his sleepy eyes as Jimin continues grinding down on Tae’s groin.
“You close, baby?” Jimin whispers, his lips ghosting over his neck.
Taehyung whines and bucks his hips up desperately until his body shivers and he comes with a low moan, whole body relaxing in an instant. Jimin smiles and rests his head on his chest while they all take deep breaths.
“I’m staying here tonight. I can’t even move,” Jimin grunts as he finally rolls onto his side, nestling between both Jungkook and Taehyung. Tae curls into him and wraps an arm around his middle while Jungkook gives a small smile before sleep overtakes him.
Jungkook stirs awake when he feels a warm body press up against him in the bed and blinks his groggy eyes, turning his head to see which of his bedmates it could be.
Taehyung smiles back at him before yawning. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he mumbles. “Where’s Jimin?”
“Taking a shower.”
Jungkook hears the faint spray of the shower in the adjoining bathroom and nods sleepily. He can feel the dried cum on his body from last night and makes a face, thinking he’s definitely going to need a shower of his own before they leave. Tae’s arms wrap around his middle as he cuddles up against him but Jungkook doesn’t have the strength to shove him off, not that he really wants to anyway.
“Hey Kook,” Tae says softly, “are things between us okay?”
“Huh?”
“I know this arrangement can sometimes be a little…weird, but you’re cool with us fooling around, right?”
Jungkook turns over in his arms. “If I wasn’t cool with it I’d have said so,” he says.
“Right.” Taehyung purses his lips. “So, like, if I hypothetically wanted to kiss you right now, you’d be cool with it?”
“…I just woke up.”
“Hypothetically, Jungkook.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Okay, hypothetically, yeah I guess I wouldn’t mind.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
Taehyung’s eyes keep looking down at his lips and Jungkook gets a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. He loves Taehyung, not quite to the degree of his love for Jimin, but it’s there and it’s important and after last night, there’s definitely something bubbling at the surface of their relationship, whatever it is.
He leans in closer, testing his limits, and Taehyung’s cheeks darken to a rosy pink.
“Do you want to kiss me, hyung?” he asks.
“Yeah,” he breathes, “I kinda do.”
“Okay.”
Jungkook leans in first until their lips brush softly. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed, but it still feels strange. He doesn’t feel the same sparks he does when he kisses Jimin, which cements the fact that he loves Taehyung but he’s not in love with him.
He breaks the kiss after a few seconds and Taehyung hums thoughtfully. “Did you feel anything?” he says.
“Not really,” Jungkook admits. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine. I didn’t expect fireworks. It wasn’t terrible though, right?”
“No it was nice,” he says with a small smile and Tae smiles back.
There’s a comfortable silence between them as they lay cuddled up together in the bed. The shower abruptly turns off and he can hear Jimin’s soft singing from the other side of the door. It makes him smile. He can see Taehyung’s eyes light up as he hears it too and they both share a giggle.
“He’s so cute,” Tae sighs. “We’re so lucky.”
“Yeah.”
Jimin exits the bathroom a minute later, towel drying his hair with a bathrobe tied loosely around his body. He spots the two of them on the bed staring at him and pauses in his movement.
“What?” he says.
“Just thinking about how much we love you,” Taehyung chuckles.
“Your voice sounded nice in there, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook grins.
Jimin’s cheeks flush pink. “Ah…”
He quickly dries his hair while turning away from them, the compliments clearly having an effect. Once done, he crawls onto the bed and lays beside Jungkook.
“What’s gotten into you two?”
“What do you mean? Can’t we appreciate you?” Taehyung says as he reaches over Jungkook to interlace his fingers with Jimin’s.
“You can,” Jimin says, pouting, “but have you done something wrong that I should be worried about?”
“We kissed,” Jungkook mumbles, “when you were in the shower.”
“Oh. Okay.” Jimin just blinks at him curiously. When nothing happens for several minutes, he lifts an eyebrow. “Did…you do something else too? Did I miss another mutual masturbation session?”
“Nope, just kissed,” Taehyung says.
“And…?”
“And it was nice but it wasn’t great.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, at least for me,” Tae continues, “that I love Jungkookie very much and enjoy this relationship we all have, but I am not in love with him like I am with you. This won’t stop me from wanting to suck his dick though.”
“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans, burying his face in Jimin’s chest.
“He’s terrible, right?” Jimin laughs. He strokes his free hand through Jungkook’s hair gently. “And what about you, Kookie? What does this mean for you?”
“I love you,” Jungkook says seriously, “like, a lot. I’ve never loved anyone so much in my life and I love Taehyung too but in a different way. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah,” Jimin smiles, “it does. There are no rules to these types of relationships, you know? Whatever you feel is valid, as long as there’s respect and understanding.”
Taehyung hums and presses himself up against Jungkook’s back. “Right now, I feel lucky to have you both in my life.”
“I’m the one who should be saying that,” Jimin laughs. He suddenly rolls over until he’s on top of them, leaving Jungkook and Tae mildly confused as they look up at him.
“Jiminie, what are you–”
Tae is abruptly silenced with a kiss but it doesn’t last very long and soon Jimin is moving his head to kiss Jungkook as well, alternating between them as he peppers their faces with kisses. The bathrobe hangs loose on him as he leans over them and for several minutes, neither Jungkook nor Taehyung want to stop him.
“I love you,” he repeats again and again, finally pulling back and smiling down at them. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long. That punishment was stupid; I wasn’t really all that mad anyway. Last night was fun. Immensely fun, and the fact that you both are so open minded and accepting of this relationship…it’s very overwhelming.” He gets teary eyed and instantly both Jungkook and Taehyung are reaching up to wipe his tears away.
“You big emotional baby,” Taehyung sighs. “Kook and I still need to shower before our flight. We can cry about how much we all love each other once we’re back in Korea.”
“Meanie,” Jimin pouts, though he’s smiling.
“You weren’t saying that last night.”
“Wait,” Jungkook says suddenly, realization dawning on his face. “Does Jin hyung know where you are, Jiminie hyung?”
Jimin’s face drops. “Uh….”
“Did you not text him to let him know?” Tae laughs. “You idiot. And you still have your suitcase in there. He’s gonna kill you.”
“No no this is fine. I’ll just go over there now—” Jimin says as he gets to his feet and runs to the door.
“I want your polaroid camera when you die.”
“Suck a dick, Tae!”
“I already did!” The door slams shut and Taehyung dissolves into a fit of giggles before tapping Jungkook’s shoulder. “Wanna shower together? It’ll save time,” he grins.
Jungkook smiles with a roll of his eyes. “Fine. No dick touching though, we’re on a time schedule.”
“Boooo, you’re no fun.”