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“Come on babe, I’ve wanted to try this for so long now.” Taehyung rubs his hands along Jimin’s thighs, trying to relax the smaller boy. “It won’t hurt that bad, only for like a minute and then it’ll feel so good.”
Jimin gnaws his bottom lip and ignores the sting, having almost bitten it raw during the last two hours. His eyes skitter around, unsure where to look.
He doesn't want to look to his left where his boyfriend sits, knwoing he’ll feel more guilty about the situation than he already does.
On the other hand he definitely doesn’t want to look to his right, doesn’t think he would be able to face Jungkook without shying away, so he settles on his lap, trying to focus on scratching away the logo sticker on the bottle of alcohol.
He’s surprised when he sees Jungkook’s hand on his other thigh, not aware of it until now. He wants to tell Jungkook to stop touching him, to tell Taehyung that his friend is making him uncomfortable, that even he’s making him uncomfortable.
He’s nervous, has been since Jungkook came over to stay with them three days ago.
He’s one of my best friends, Taehyung had said. He also said that they would get along really well, and maybe Jungkook feels that way but he defnitely isn't.
But Taehyung never gets to see Jungkook as the younger is always travelling, it'd be cruel to stop them from meeting up. They’ve been dating for a year now and Jimin is only just meeting in Jungkook. He'd hate to ruin things and put a strain on Taehyung’s relationship with his closest friend, or even worse, on his and Taehyung’s.
“I-I don’t know, Taehyungie.” Jimin’s lisp is already more pronounced.
They’ve been drinking for a while now and feeling anxious and out of place Jimin had taken to sipping on his drinks while he listened to the two of them talk. As soon as he finished a bottle a new one would be placed in his hands, easily making him loose track of how many he's had.
“I haven’t done anything like that before and you’re the only one I want to be with.”
Taehyung sighs like he’s dealing with a spoilt toddler and it makes Jimin feel a bit stupid. Stupid for making such a fuss, stupid for making things awkward, stupid for not being the boyfriend Taehyung wants.
Taehyung moves his hand off his thigh and places it under Jimin’s chin, moving his head until he’s looking into his eyes.
“Baby,” he coos with a furrow in his brow. For a moment Jimin thinks he’s going to finally drop it.
He wishes he had when Taehyung mentioned it the day before Jungkook landed in Seoul, and then again the next day while they were making breakfast, then again when Jungkook had joined them for breakfast, then again the second night, telling Jimin that he’d love to see him get fucked by multiple people, and wouldn’t he love it if Jungkook came in right then and shoved his cock into his tight ass while Taehyung was still fucking him, and then again that same night when Jungkook had laughed about how loud they were, about how kinky they must be, how he’d love to be apart of it before he left.
Jimin was hoping Taehyung would shut it down, claiming Jimin as his and his only and that he was the only one that could touch him, but he had laughed along with his friend, adding how hot that would be and how it surprises him that Jimin’s never been with more than one person at the same time.
“Let’s start it with just you and me hm? And then once you’re more comfortable you can think about it again, yeah?”
“Taehyung-“
“Babe, it’s okay. It’s just sex with me, you like that don’t you? You love me don’t you?” Jimin panics at the thought of his boyfriend doubting him because he really does love him so, so much and he should know that, he needs to know that.
“Yes! Yes of course I do,” Jimin’s lips wobble. He’s always been sensitive, quick to cry no matter the emotion and the drinks have only made that worse. “I love you so much, Jiminie loves you so much.”
“And don't you love it when we make love? how good it feel?”
Jimin nods.
“Say it, Jimin, say you love when we make love.”
“I, uh, I love w-when we make love.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue, “See? Then why are you worried about it now? You’re not really making sense.”
Jimin whines because that’s not what’s wrong and he doesn’t know how to make Taehyung understand what he means because clearly he isn’t making any sense.
“No, no, no. You make me feel so good Taehyungie, so good and I love it.” He’s trying so hard to help his boyfriend understand that he fumbles over his words a bit, too many things to say flying through his head but not being coherent enough to grab the right ones to say.
“Jiminie wants to make you happy.”
“Ah, you really are too cute.” Jimin startles at the sound of Jungkook.
“It’s okay to be shy and nervous, once you start you’ll realise it’s not that bad. God I’ve done more threesomes than I can count. I can take care of you, we," he nods to Taehyung, Jimin’s eyes glancing over to his partner then back to Jungkook, “can take care of you.”
He pushes forward. Jimin’s startles to feel his lips against his own and he puts his hand on Jungkook’s chest to try and push him away but the vodka has made him slow and sluggish.
Jungkook barely feels the shove but notices the hand, taking it as his queue to keep going. With a hand still on Jimin’s thigh he moves the other to grip onto the back of Jimin’s neck, the kiss turning rougher when Jungkook bites his plump bottom lip, slipping his tongue in when Jimin opens his mouth in surprise.
Jungkook’s not a bad kisser; he does it with passion and he clearly knows what he’s doing, but he’s not Taehyung.
With one hand clutching Jungkook’s shirt, the other flies out to try and hold onto Taehyung to help ground him. His boyfriend takes ahold of his hand and brings it down to show Jimin how much the scene playing out is affecting him.
With another bite harder than the first, Jungkook pulls back, gaze heavy.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” he takes his hand off Jimin’s neck and runs his thumb along his lips to make a mess of the spit coating them, “can’t wait to see you stretched around Taehyung’s cock.”
“Wait, but I-“
“Remember Jimin.” Taehyung says, “It’ll just be me fucking you and you said you love it when I fuck you, that I make you feel good, that you love me. Sounds good doesn’t it?”
“Mmm, I guess.”
“Good boy. I’ll make you feel so good. I love you so much baby.” Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair and then stands, pulling Jimin up with him.
“Come on baby, let’s go to the bed.” He says and begins walking off, the smaller boy trailing behind him.
Before he knows it he’s sprawled across the bed, blearing up at Taehyung and not noticing the bed dip behind his head.
“God if he were mine I wouldn’t be able to hold back, would always wanna fuck him stupid. A slut like him needs a cock in him 24/7.” Jungkook mumbles, transfixed to where Taehyung is now tugging down Jimin’s jeans and boxers in one go. Deciding it's not enough skin, he begins pulling the smallers shirt up until he's bare.
“‘m not.”
Taehyung’s rummaging through their bedside drawer when Jungkook hears Jimin, taking a look at his face for the first time in a while. “Hm, you’re not a what?”
“Slut. ‘m not a slut.”
Jungkook snickers, “Shame, but I’m sure we can make one out of you tonight.”
“Here,” Taehyung pushes Jimin’s thighs up until they press against his stomach, “hold his legs up.”
Jimin whines, skin tingling where Jungkook grabs onto his calves, “T-Taehyung you, mm, you said just us.”
“It is baby. I’m the only one touching you here, yeah? Jungkook’s just helping take care of you. Jimin, you’re so drunk you wouldn’t be able to keep your legs up by yourself. You should say thank you.”
“Okay. You’re right. Th-thank you Jungko- ah!” Jimin yelps, not expecting the cold lube that drizzles onto his hole and then the finger that quickly presses into him.
Jimin’s always loved Taehyung’s fingers, loves how they so easily engulf him when they hold hands and especially how they seem to go on forever when he’s prepping him.
Taehyung doesn’t waste much time and slides in another, then another and then another until he’s fucking into him with four, Jimin’s brows knitting together at the stretch.
Trying to find the golden spot, Taehyung curls his fingers and drags with each drag until Jimin cries out, his body trying to arch up but failing with how Jungkook is holding his legs.
“There we go,” Taehyung mutters and focuses on his prostate, “look at your poor cock, so hard and no one’s even touching it. Maybe Jungkook’ll be nice and help you, hm?”
“Ah! Ngh, Tae n-no-“ Jimin’s cut off with a whimper when Taehyung’s hand slaps to meat of his ass once and then twice, skin flushing a pretty pink.
Scooting closer, Jungkook wraps an arm across Jimin’s middle and under his knees, using his free hand to wrap around the smaller boys cock, smiling at the squeak he hears.
“Fuck look at your tiny cock,” he sneers and teases his head, revelling in the way Jimin cries out beneath him. “Can you even fuck anyone with this? You’re lucky you have such a good ass. Taehyung spank him again, love the sounds he makes.”
Taehyung’s palm lands on the same already tender spot with an even harder slap. Jimin shrieks, trying to shimmy away from the burn to no avail.
“Ungh, ah, ’s too much, too much.” He babbles, body writhing under the relentless stimulation.
Taehyung chuckles and leans up to quickly capture his lips and pulls his fingers out with a squelch, Jungkook also pulling away.
“Good job baby, you did so well.”
Jimin’s body slumps and he huffs. Jungkook and Taehyung are saying something above him but he hears none of it, too preoccupied on trying to catch his breath. His boyfriend gives him a gentle tap.
“Hands and knees babe.” He says and starts stripping, Jimin not noticing Jungkook doing the same.
Jimin then huffs before gaining the strength to roll onto his stomach, a shudder running through his body when he finally pushes himself up to his knees and lets his head hang between his shoulders.
“Move forward a bit more babe.” Taehyung says although he doesn’t wait for him to move, grasping his hips while Jungkook hooks under his armpits, both pulling him forward so that his the palms of his hands are resting just before the side of the bed ends.
The mattress dips again while Taehyung settles behind him, his hands trailing down to his ass and spreading his cheeks, admiring the lewd sight and spitting onto his hole.
“You ready for my cock huh?” He taunts, thumbing the glob of spit into him.
Jimin whines and pushes his ass back, gasping when he’s spanked again.
“He asked you a question, gotta answer it Jimin.” Jungkook reprimands and Jimin sucks in a breath when he realises it hadn’t been Taehyung who spanked him.
“Y-yes.”
Jungkook spanks him again, both his cheeks now a bright red against the pale skin. “Yes what?”
Jimin whimpers, “Yes, I’m ready for Taehyung’s cock.”
“Good boy.” Taehyung pours lube onto his cock then again on Jimin’s hole. Once his cock is slick and shiney he pushes into the tight ring, groaning when Jimin clenches around him.
Jimin shudders and scrunches his eyes closed. He thought he'd already be used to this by now, but every time feels like the first.
He supposes it doesn’t help that Taehyung’s so well endowed, his ass always struggling to take him, but god does it feel good.
Taehyung's halfway deep when he decides he’s done being slow and snaps his hips forward until he bottoms out, Jimin mouth dropping open with a high pitched keen.
Taehyung doesn’t wait for him to adjust and pulls back only to slam forward, forcing the air out of Jimin. Using the hands on his waist he pulls him back onto his cock with each thrust, fucking into him hard and fast. Jimin’s babbling beneath him, crying out each time he’s pushed down onto his cock.
“Taehyung, unf, you’re so big,” Jimin needily moans, “so deep. Feel so good.”
A hand hooks under his chin and pulls, forcing his head up. Too wrapped up in pleasure he hadn’t noticed Jungkook stop in front of him, now having no choice but to look up at him and inadvertently his dick as well.
He's big, that much is obvious. Although Taehyung is longer, Jungkook might have him beat at girth.
“You like his cock in your ass hmm? Like a good little slut.” He clicks his tongue and smacks Jimin’s face with himself. “You gonna be good and suck my cock?” He rubs his cock along his mouth, to which Jimin squeezes shut and shakes his head.
Taehyung runs a comforting hand through his hair. “Don’t be selfish babe. Jungkook helped you but now you don’t wanna return the favour? Come on.”
Taehyung yanks his head back, Jimin’s mouth dropping open with a gasp.
Jungkook uses it as an opportunity to slip inside, cursing as he feeds himself into the boys small mouth.
“That’s a good boy, love you so much Jiminie. You’re so good to me, so good to Jungkook. You’re gonna show him how good I know you are at sucking cock yeah?”
Jimin whines and looks up at Jungkook beneath his lashes. He doesn’t really want to, not with anyone that isn’t Taehyung, but Taehyung said he loves him, he’s happy with him and he doesn’t want that to change.
He’s probably just making a big deal out of nothing, so he takes a breath then pushes down. He tries his best to swallow as much as he can, hollowing his cheeks when he pulls back.
Jungkook grunts and replaces the hand in Jimin’s hair with his own, his hips jutting forward when Jimin suckles on the head of his cock.
“Ah, fuck.” Jungkook rasps, watching Jimin kiss down the underside of his cock then running his tongue back up to the top to try and swallow him again.
His mouth is halfway down when Taehyung slams into him, gagging when he’s forced to take more than he’s capable of. “God your lips were made to suck cock, huh? Shit, I wanna fuck your mouth.”
Taehyung grunts, eyes fixed where he's splitting open Jimin's pink hole. “Do it, Jungkook. Fuck his mouth.”
Jungkook doesn’t need any time to consider. He immediately wraps his other hand in bleach blonde locks, using his grip to keep his head in place.
Jimin noises are muffled, unable to talk with the intrusion, but Jungkook is eager and doesn’t care what he has to say.
He pushes forward, groaning when more of his cock is forced down until Jimin’s face is pressed against coarse hair.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans, deep and strained at the feeling of Jimin’s throat convulsing around him.
Jimin puts his hands up to his hips, one trying to push him back and the other hitting him. Jungkook keeps his cock buried for a few more seconds and then pulls back, Jimin lurching when he can finally breath.
Taking one of his wrists in his hand, Jungkook moved Jimin’s arm behind his back. “Here, Taehyung, hold him.”
Taehyung complies and takes ahold of his forearm, and then the other as well. Pulling both arms back, Jimin’s body is held up by his trembling knees and Taehyung’s grip, the latter still brutally fucking into him.
“There we go. Fuck look how messy you are.”
Jimin doesn’t doubt it, there’s tears running down his face open mouth dripping with his saliva, some still connected to Jungkook’s cock.
Invited in by his already open mouth, Jungkook pushes back into his mouth far enough that Jimin begins gagging, then pulls almost all the way out only to thrust back.
Together the younger two found a rhythm. When Taehyung thrusts forward and jolts Jimin’s little body, Jungkook snaps his hips forward into his mouth. Jimin’s eyes twinkle with tears each time Jungkook hits the back of his throat, easily overpowered and at the mercy of the two bigger men.
Jungkook reaches into the back pocket of his pants that lay beside his feet. He pulls out his phone, tapping on the camera.
“Fuck yes, look at you. Come on slut, look at the camera.” When Jimin notices the phone, he whines and with Jungkook's grip looser than it had previously been he's able to pull his head away.
“Wait,” he rasps, voice hoarse from the abuse, “d-don’t-“
He’s cut off with a whimper when Jungkook harshly fists his hair and pulls his head back to place, forcing his cock back down his throat until Jimin's choking.
He ruts forward and tuts, showing his annoyance by forcing more down his throat. Jimin's vision goes blurry, overwhelmed as Jungkook brutally skull-fucks him.
“Thought Taehyung said you were a good boy, huh Jimin? That wasn’t very good of you.”
Jimin’s sobbing now, crying while he gags, looking up with wet lashes as the other taunts him.
“Ah, Jimin, why are you acting like that?” Taehyung spanks him again and Jimin’s heart tugs at the dissapointed tone. “I gotta punish you now. You’re making me do this you know? Jungkook, pass me your belt.”
Taehyung pulls his arms further back until Jimin’s wrists are touching on the small of his back. He clasps them with one hand, holding the other out to Jungkook who puts the phone down for a moment and pulls the belt from the loops of his pants.
Jungkook shuffles forward, Jimin's head tipping back to the point it would be physically impossible for Jimin to pull off.
With Jimin’s head trapped flushed against him, Jungkook holds the boys arms in place while Taehyung ties the belt around his wrists with no room to give, now able to keep Jimin up with only one hand clasped where Jimin was restrained.
“Gotta spank you now, how many you think he deserves Jungkook?”
Jungkook hums, wrapping a hand in said boys hair again and picking up the phone to resume filming.
He pulls back so that Jimin has room to breath without gagging, but still stayed in his mouth. “10 should be enough teach him a lesson.”
The first slap landed without warning and Jimin yelps, the hit harder than he was expecting.
“You’re gonna count Jimin. How many was that?”
Jungkook finally took himself out and Jimin’s chest heaves with each deep breath, closing his eyes when Jungkook smack his wet cock against Jimin’s face, rubbing spit and pre cum everywhere.
“O-one.” After speaking Jimin shouts again, a sob ripping out of his throat at the burn on his ass, “Two.”
Taehyung didn’t give him time to recoup, immediately spanking as soon as Jimin said the number, deliberately and remourselessly bringing his palm down to the same spot again and again.
Jimin was almost incoherent by the time they reached 10, overwhelmed with the burn on his ass all while Taehyung was still thrusting into him. Jungkook sniggered, moving the camera back to Jimin’s face after having filmed the punishment.
“Poor slut, did that hurt?”
Jimin sobs, nodding his head.
“Where does it hurt huh? Tell the camera.”
The small boy sniffles, his lip wobbling when he looks into the lens. “M-My butt really hurts.”
Jungkook pouts in mock sympathy. “Bet it does. If you be a good boy you won’t have to be spanked, that makes sense doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Such a good boy. Now tell me how much you love my cock.”
The recording is filthy, Jimin’s face messy with an assortment of bodily fluids while he stares into the camera. Jimin moans, eyes rolling back when Taehyung hits his prostate. “Ngh, l-love it so much. I, ah, I love your cock Jungkook.”
With a low, rough grunt he pushes himself back into Jimin’s waiting lips. “Fuck this video is gonna be so fucking hot. Should put it on Pornhub, it’d be cruel not to show everyone how well you take it.”
“Hey Jungkook, you wanna try him by yourself? I wanna fuck his mouth for a bit.” Taehyung asks and slows down to a grind before releasing his hold on Jimin and standing.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.”
Jungkook laughs, taking his cock from Jimin and releasing the hand from his hair. With hands on him Jimin collapses to the bed in a heap. They swap positions and while walking over Jungkook props his phone on the dresser against the wall across from the bed, the camera now able to film everything that happened.
Jimin sniffles, watching Taehyung walk up to his front. “Taehyungie my arms hurt, please help.”
Taehyung coos and gives him a quick chaste kiss, “Of course my baby, you’ve been so good.” He reaches up and undoes the belt then pulls his hands to the front of his stomach instead. “You still gotta finish your punishment for not listening before, okay baby?”
Jimin nods and Taehyung finishes tying his hands, this position putting a lot less strain on his arms and shoulders.
Jungkook crawls up the bed behind him, settling him back upright with a firm grip on his waist, transfixed watching his hole try and clench around nothing.
“Poor thing, need something in your cunt don’t you?” Spreading his ass, Jungkook watches his cock until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Ah, don’t call it that.” Jimin whines, embarrassed at the crude word.
“Oh? Should I call it your pussy then, huh? It’s pretty like one.” Jungkook snickers, fucking into him hard to get his point across. Jimin wants to object, because that was so much worse, so much more embarrassing but by then Taehyung had already pushed into his mouth, to his relief more gentle than Jungkook had been.
Jungkook stops his thrusting, popping open the bottle of lube and pouring it to where they connected.
For a moment Jimin’s confused until he feels a finger forced into the crowded space. Jimin whines, never having felt so stretched before, the biggest he’d ever taken just being Taehyung.
Surprisingly, Jungkook waits until Jimin gets to the feeling and only then moving his hips, albeit slow and gentle, and then pushing in another finger until four fit along side himself.
“Mmm, I think he’s good to go Taehyung.”
Taehyung pulls away from Jimin with a wet pop. “Fuck, good, I’m about ready to come.”
The two stand up to change positions and left on his own, Jimin falls forward again. He writhes until he’s on his back, looking at the two men standing at the end of his feet. He’s nervous, because he thinks he knows what’s going to happen yet he’s hoping maybe he’s wrong.
“What’s happening now?”
“We’re gonna fuck you babe, remember? We already agreed.” Taehyung walks closer to the bed until he’s kneeling on the mattress.
Jimin gnaws the bottom of his lip, shaking his head. “I-I don’t think I want to, ‘m sorry.”
Taehyung sighs, looking rather disappointed in him.
“Alright, fine. We still have to finish though, you can’t make me hard like this and not let me come.” Taehyung lays down onto his back on the bed, his legs hanging off the side at the knees. “Come on babe you can ride me. You set the pace yeah? You’ll do that for me? Or are you gonna be bad again?”
Jimin pushes himself up with trembling arms and shakes his head.
“No, no I won’t, promise Jiminie won’t be bad.” He quietly mumbles, sliding his leg until over until he was straddling his partner. He places tied hands onto his chest and raises, Taehyung aligning himself so Jimin can sink onto him.
Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, the sensitivity of his abused cunt overwhelming him. He takes it easily, body ready to accomodate, not needing much time until he's ready to start a rythm. He lifts himself up and ruts back down, mouth dropping open with a moan as he begins bouncing in Taehyung’s lap.
“Taehyung, ngh, I wanna come.”
Taehyung rubs his hands up his thighs and wraps one around Jimin’s cock, jerking him off at a quick pace.
Jimin cries out at the stimulation and squirms, his body uncontrollably lurching backwards which only pushes Taehyung’s cock deeper.
Unable to keep lifting himself, Taehyung plants his feet on the bed and pistons, the sound of skin against skin and Jimin’s cries filling the room. Taehyung’s hand stays around Jimin’s cock, alternating between pumping him and toying with the sensitive tip. With a final tug Jimin pulls taught, head thrown back with a strangled cry as he cums.
Taehyung milks all he can and runs his hands along his cock a few more times, only stopping once Jimin begins spasming. Jimin settles back down with deep breaths, still jittery and sensitive. Hands trail up his stomach, stoping to fiddle with his nipples and then running them back down when Jimin begins wriggling.
“Be a good boy now Jimin.”
Jimin hums, ready to let Taehyung finish inside of him but not expecting the hand that lands on his back. He's pushed down until he pressed against Taehyung.
Jimin gasps, looking behind with wide eyes to see Jungkook. “W-wait what are you doing? Taehyung, you said we wouldn’t, Taehyung please.”
Taehyung wraps his arms around the smaller boy, effectively keeping him in place. “You’ve gotten this far baby, don’t be so ridiculous. You can’t tease us like that just to say no, you don’t wanna be punished do you?”
Jimin shakes his head. He tries to push up, but with his hands tied together and trapped between their stomachs and Taehyungs arms wrapped tightly around him it’s impossible.
He trembles, a sob building.
“Sorry, Jiminies sorry. Don’t wanna be punished.” He pleads, “I don’t think I can take it, only want you not him. Don’t let him.” He can’t stop his rambling, struggling to speak with the tears pouring, trying his hardest to explain himself.
He’s cut short when another belt, Jungkook’s he realises, is forced into his mouth. He whimpers in alarm, unable to say any words.
“If you were really a good boy we wouldn’t have to do any of this, you’re doing it to yourself.” Jimin's chin wobbles at Taehyung’s words, feeling horrible for how much he's upset his boyfriend.
There’s hands that don’t belong to Taehyung on his ass, stretching his cheeks to show off his puffy rim. “Gonna feel so good.”
Jungkook lands a quick and hard slap on his ass, Taehyung moaning when Jimin clenches around him. Gripping his cock, he rubs it along Taehyung’s and tries to press into the tight ring, not stopping until Jimin finally gives way.
Jimin bites down on the leather in his mouth and wails when Jungkook keeps pushing until his full length fits snug against Taehyung’s, the two younger men groaning as Jimin’s wet heat squeezes like a vice.
“Fuck, fuck you’re so tight. Feel so good.” Jungkook pulls his hips back until he’s almost out then slams back, unmerciful to the quivering boy between them. He spanks him a few more times, relishing when Jimin tenses with each hit.
Jimin’s never felt anything like this before. He feels like he’s being split in two, his body in agony where he’s being forced open. Every time one of them moves, his raw and sensitive hole throbs. Jungkook must be able to tell, but he’s not willing to sacrifice his pleasure for Jimin’s comfort.
Instead of taking it slow, he picks up a constant, rough pace. Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, almost thankful for the belt in his mouth, believing he would've bitten his tongue off by now.
So overcome with pleasure, it’s hard for Taehyung to get a grip on anything and he can do little else than rut up into Jimin.
Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, having no problem brutally violating the small boy, his body jostling with each powerful thrust and muffled cries forced from him each time Jungkook pistons his cock in with a wet squelch.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Taehyung grunts. Jungkook spanks Jimin a couple more times in quick successions, getting the desired effect when Jimin wails and tenses in pain, ass tightening around them.
Taehyung comes with a low groan, desperately grinding his hips up and spilling inside. Jungkook slows when Taehyung comes to a stop, letting him pull his spent cock out. Even though he's out of the game, Taehyung still makes sure to keep ahold of Jimin so Jungkook can resume fucking him without problems.
Jungkook’s thrusts, like Taehyung's, have started to become erratic. “Uh, uh, fuck. Gonna cum too.”
It takes all he has to stop fucking into his ruined cunt, almost coming when he pulls out and Taehyung’s cum spills from Jimin’s gaping hole. “Wanna come on his face like the slut he is.”
Taehyung releases his hold of Jimin so Jungkook can grab ahold of him and drag him to the floor, leaning him against the side of the bed.
“Taehyung, fuck, can you get the camera and film this. Want this up close, fuck, gonna send this to the group chat.”
Taehyung complies and retrieves the phone while Jungkook undoes the belt around Jimin’s mouth. By the time Taehyung comes back Jungkook had already shoved his cock down Jimin’s throat, his boyfriend realising there was no point in struggling at this point, and films Jungkook’s cock pumping into his mouth.
Spit drips lewdly, coating Jimin's chin and falling to the floor. Jungkook realises he won’t last much longer and takes himself out, jerking himself above Jimin’s mouth, pink tongue hanging out.
With a gutteral grunt Jungkook releases himself onto Jimin's face, cum landing along the tear tracks and into his mouth. The grip in Jimin’s hair turns him to face the camera, Jimin looking up with half lidded eyes.
Taehyung uses a finger to push the cum on his cheeks and onto his tongue. “Swallow, baby.”
Jimin doesn’t hesitate this time, closing his mouth and swallowing. He opens to show Taehyung he did as asked and is rewarded when the other undoes the belt around his wrists.
“Good boy. Did so well.” He compliments and pulls Jimin onto the bed.
Jungkook appears with a towel, cleaning the mess on Jimin’s decorating Jimin's body. “Should bring a plug next time, keep him full of cum until his stomach bloats.”
Taehyung runs his a comforting touch through Jimin's hair. “You’d like that wouldn’t you Jimin?”
Jimin hums, closing his eyes when Jungkook uses the clean side of the towel to clean his face.
“Cause you’re a what?” Jungkook asks, putting a hand on his chin until Jimin looks up to where he leans above him.
“A slut.”
“Good boy. If you were like this at the beginning you wouldn’t have to be punished, you see that now?”
Jimin nods, clutching at the blanket Taehyung wraps around him. His eyes begin to drift shut, body exhausted, and he curls up on himself and lets himself drift off.
“Have you brought him to meet everyone else?” Jungkook asks, picking his belt from the ground.
“No, not yet. I’m sure they’re gonna want to meet him though when you send that video.” Taehyung shakes his head with a laugh.
Jungkook snorts. “You’re not wrong, make sure I’m available when you get time to show him off to the others.”