Just a thing

by all_earrings

Summary:

The maknae end up having a thing together. Maybe it's sex. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's everything.

Chapter 1

It started when Jungkook woke up to Taehyung's thigh between legs.

Or it started the day Jimin arrived at the dorm and gave Jungkook an enormous, affectionate, unprompted hug.

Or it started when Jungkook admitted to himself that he didn't mind Jimin's clinginess or Taehyung's habit of cuddling whoever shared a bed with him. That, actually, he kind of liked it. It made him feel safe in a city and an industry that had little interest in offering safety.

So, it wouldn't have been notable to wake up with Taehyung's leg wedged between his, except Jungkook was achingly hard from a dream that evaporated in a blur of moans and thrusts. It was still dark out. Though sweating under the covers from their overlapping limbs, Jungkook's breath froze in his lungs.

They'd all woken up with morning wood and teased each other about it before taking turns in the shower, but that was nothing as...intimate as this situation. His mind raced as he considered strategies to extract himself without waking Taehyung or ways to quell the arousal burning under his skin. But it was difficult to convince his body to calm down with that delicious pressure, firm against his balls and the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Not to mention the soft breath on his cheek and the fond arm slung over his neck. And that Taehyung was undeniably pretty.

Living and working with him, it was easy to forget exactly how good looking he was. It was only in moments like these, when Jungkook saw him in an unfamiliar light or unexpected context, that it hit him all over again.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to return to sleep, but it was no use. He was too aware of how close Taehyung's face was to his and of how his own hand rested on Taehyung's hip.

He'd just pretend he had to go to the bathroom and wiggle out of bed like nothing was amiss–

Taehyung shifted in his sleep, leg grinding slightly higher.

An undignified squeak caught in Jungkook's throat, his own hips twitching forward on impulse. It was only one reflexive movement that he quickly stilled, but he was mortified. And very turned on. The increase in contact made his skin tingle. His breaths were short and sharp.

He was one second from bolting to the bathroom when the pressure released, Taehyung's thigh slowly inching away.

Jungkook's relief was short-lived, however, as the pressure returned, careful and almost deliberate. Jungkook couldn't help tilting his groin into the returning heat, a shaky sigh escaping him.

A sigh Taehyung echoed.

Jungkook's eyes, which had been squeezed shut, flew open to find Taehyung's lidded gaze watching him. Whether or not he was truly awake, it was impossible to tell, but Jungkook's rationality was being drowned out by the ache between his legs. 

His face burned. His blood burned. He felt like his heart was going to pound right out of his chest. He tried to focus on the shame, the urge to flee, but the pleasure was here and now and strong. And intentional?

Rhythm had always been easy for them to find and Jungkook found his hips rocking forward to meet the push of Taehyung's leg. They moved together, slowly. Slightly faster. Every minute shift of their bodies stoked the heat building in Jungkook's gut.

Burying a high, tight noise in the pillow, he came. It was sudden and forceful, the pleasure whipping through him in pulses.

The wet heat in his briefs faded from satisfaction to humiliation in seconds. Jungkook scrambled out of the warm bed and to the bathroom, hoping Taehyung would be completely asleep by the time he'd changed into a new pair of underwear and returned.

His heart skipped a few sickening beats before he could get back under the covers. It was the last place he wanted to be, but it would be far worse to wake another member up and explain why he wanted to switch beds.

He climbed in and lay still, stiff as a board, terrified to move when Taehyung's limbs nonchalantly resumed their impersonation of a strangling vine.

After a tense minute, Taehyung cracked open an eye.

"Hey Jungkookie," he mumbled.

Jungkook swallowed. "Um. Yeah?"

Taehyung smushed the pad of his index finger into Jungkook's nose. "Boop."

A tiny laugh burbled out of Jungkook, whose muscles unwound in relief. Just like that, they were normal again.

Well, not normal. Things had changed. It was just that they hadn't changed into something unrecognizable.

For a while, wordless rutting was as far as they went, hands limited to clutching at hips or clothes. It felt childish, so they treated it as such, a silly game not worth mentioning in the morning. It's not like they told the other members about every tickle fight they'd had in bed either.

They were busy enough during the day that it was easy to avoid thinking about it, even when Taehyung's touches were just a little too intimate or lingered just a little too long. Jungkook never reacted in a manner that implied anything was different. Years of being petted and cuddled by not only Taehyung but Jimin erased whatever jitters he might have had.

Jungkook had stopped really thinking about how much they touched him, their hands running into his hair, their arms thrown over his shoulders, their weight pressing into his back. Even their lips weren't strange, Taehyung planting an unexpected kiss on his cheek or his shoulder, Jimin grinning into the crook of his neck.

So, when Jimin's mouth brushed into his own one night, it wasn't as surprising as it should have been.

The seven of them had started dinner with the cameras still on, when they all only had a modest drink or two each. After they bid goodbye to the crew, they wandered up to the large hotel suite that Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi had lucked into and cracked open more soju. It was rowdy and fun, relaxed. They sang bad karaoke and played card games that left them rolling on the floor with laughter.

Long past midnight, Jimin clung to Jungkook's elbow as they made their way back to their shared room. Cheeks warm and limbs loose from the alcohol, Jungkook nearly tripped through the door. They giggled at how clumsy they were, struggling into pajamas and fumbling with their toothbrushes.

Swaying on his feet, Jimin snuggled into Jungkook's chest in a kittenish good night hug and adoration bloomed strong as sunlight inside Jungkook.

It was sweet and thoughtless, the way Jimin leaned up to kiss him, the way Jungkook melted into it.

He ran his hands into Jimin's soft hair, liking the height difference, liking how Jimin's lips parted against his, liking how insistently Jimin gripped his shoulders. Jimin smelled clean and familiar, and tasted like toothpaste but also himself. The heat of a tongue grazed Jungkook's bottom lip and he tentatively met it with his own. 

The sweetness began to bubble and boil. Sparks trickled through Jungkook at the slow, slick dance of their mouths. His hold in Jimin's hair tightened as he chased the sensation and Jimin let out a surprised but encouraging moan.

It occurred to Jungkook that this was his first real kiss. And he was okay with that. More than okay.

His thoughts roamed wild in the haze of alcohol, what it would feel like to have Jimin shirtless or naked and beneath him, how breathy Jimin's voice could get, what it would feel like to make him cum. Jungkook wanted... He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted, but the desire roared inside him.

The both of them were, however, quite tipsy. They passed out before either could overthink or take things further. 

And then trading a kiss here or there became just another habitual little gesture of affection between them, albeit one carefully divided from their public appearances. At this point though, they were used to maintaining that divide. There really wasn't much they kept from the cameras, but they all had their particular quirks and conversation topics they'd prefer to keep private, and the band fiercely respected each other's needs.

Still, when Namjoon 'casually' brought up sex and relationships the next time he and Jungkook found themselves alone, Jungkook felt a legitimate bolt of panic that he was going to tell them to stop.

But he didn't. In spite of his own obvious discomfort, Namjoon powered through an awkward lecture on enthusiastic consent, safe sex and the importance of communication in relationships. Though Jungkook was about to combust with how mortified he was, he also nearly burst with gratitude for his hyung's concern and diligence. Not to mention his understanding. There was a reason he was their leader.

Jungkook could hardly articulate that in the moment though. He responded only with jerky nods, eyes averted.

He wasn't even sure what he had with Taehyung and Jimin qualified as sex or a relationship. It was just...a thing that happened whenever they ended up sharing a room. It was just them loving each other. It was just them helping each other scratch an itch.

It was just him tilting his pelvis to press his ass into Taehyung's groin, seeking out the soft little rush of pleasure that shimmered through him whenever Taehyung's hardness ground into the space just behind his balls. 

Taehyung worried the back of Jungkook's shirt with his teeth, fabric growing damp as he tried to stay quiet. The acoustics in this hotel were echoey.

Jungkook pressed his gasps into a fistful of cotton duvet. He didn't know why it felt like he was the one getting off when it was Taehyung whose dick had actual friction on it. He wasn't brave enough to reach down and take hold of himself. He wasn't sure if that would cross some line.

Taehyung's hand slid forward, the warmth of it scorching the skin beneath Jungkook's navel. His stomach contracted and his heart thumped as the touch drifted lower.

"Tae..." He warned. Well, more squeaked than warned.

Taehyung's fingers grazed over the bulge in Jungkook's briefs with almost innocent curiosity. That was probably all it was, Jungkook reasoned. Curiosity.

Taehyung's nails dragged along the elastic waistband, pausing for only a second before diving beneath it.

"Ah!" Jungkook panted out, startled, rutting forward. "What are you—?"

"Feels better for me if I know it feels good for you too," Taehyung mumbled, breath caressing the sensitive and damp nape of Jungkook's neck.

"Oh..." Jungkook said stupidly.

His brain was still trying to comprehend the foreign hand cupping his most intimate place, that it was Taehyung's, that it didn't feel as weird as he'd thought it would. Still, he was glad he didn't have to try to withstand Taehyung's intense gaze, which he could feel scrutinizing the back of his head.

"This okay?"

"Y-yeah."

Taehyung worked Jungkook free of his underwear with sure movements but shaking fingers. He spat in his hand and Jungkook shrank at the wet sound, which seemed deliberate and dirty, but then a warm, slick pressure engulfed him.

Shivers and embers ran over Jungkook's skin at the impossibly glittery sensation. The angle made it easy for Taehyung, his large grip squeezing over the head and dragging down the length, over and over again, collecting precum to smoothen the slide.

Jungkook couldn't breathe. It was happening so fast and so good. He briefly wondered how it could feel so different from – so much better than – his own hand. He arched and squirmed as the pleasure set fire to his nerves. He loosely clung to Taehyung's wrist, hanging on for the ride. 

"Don't stop, don't stop," he whimpered, desperately chasing the inferno rocketing through him. 

Taehyung set his teeth into the side of Jungkook's tender neck and Jungkook struggled to gasp in air, his mouth falling open in a silent O, as his orgasm slammed into him. Ecstasy sizzled in his veins. Cum pulsed out onto the sheets and over Taehyung's hand.

His grip clamped down on Taehyung's wrist to halt his movements as his sensitivity spiked.

Did this count as having sex? Jungkook wasn't sure.

When he finally got his breath back, Jungkook muttered, "You're still..."

He pressed his ass back into where Taehyung was throbbing hard. He wondered if he should offer to return the favor and whether he'd be any good at giving handjobs and whether it would be difficult to learn.

"Want to use your thighs," Taehyung rasped out.

"Okay."

Taehyung tugged Jungkook's briefs down to his knees and smeared the warm cum on the ticklish skin of his inner thighs. He was too worked up to take it slow, thrusting quick and frantic into the slippery space.

Jungkook kept his thighs sealed together. It should have felt weirder, having another man's dick fucking between his legs, but the only thing he could think about was making it feel good for Taehyung. Plus, that unfamiliar shimmer of pleasure returned every time the velvety shaft grazed his perineum.

"So good," Taehyung panted into Jungkook's nape.

A pitchy sigh broke out of Jungkook, a primal sense of satisfaction coursing through him.

Taehyung groaned, low and guttural, his thick cock wedged in tight and his hips stuttered forward. Jungkook felt cum spilling between his thighs, mixing with his own and dripping down to the already filthy sheets.

His face burned in embarrassment at how hot the sensation was, his balls tightening at the surge of arousal. He'd have to jerk himself off in the shower at this rate.

The mattress dipped behind him as Taehyung retrieved the towel he'd dropped on the floor earlier. Jungkook rushed to tuck it around his waist, too awkward to wipe himself down with Taehyung lying next to him.

"You do stuff with Jimin too, right?" Taehyung asked out of the blue. "Same as me?"

Jungkook glanced at him. "Um...no...Just...you know, he kisses me. We kiss."

Taehyung grinned and bopped Jungkook under his chin. "You're cute. Makes me want to take a bite out of you."

Jungkook nearly covered his face. Of course Taehyung's sharp eyes had picked up on how Jungkook shivered when teeth grazed his skin. He'd always had a memory for detail and Jungkook didn't know how to feel that Taehyung probably had an entire catalog of his weak points by now.

Taehyung rolled into his side, pout visible in the dim light.

"I want to kiss you too."

Jungkook giggled breathlessly. "Okay."

He expected it to be like kissing Jimin, soft and warm, teasing but sweet.

Taehyung did not kiss like Jimin.

His fingertips lightly gripped Jungkook's chin, holding him in place while his lips slanted over Jungkook's, almost immediately urging them apart. Taehyung's tongue hungrily licked into his mouth and Jungkook's gasp ended in a groan, his mouth falling open and allowing Taehyung in further.

It was wet and messy, and Jungkook wasn't in control of it, and he felt like he'd die if it stopped. He didn't even realize he was digging his fingers into Taehyung's back and shoulder, pulling him closer, needing him closer, needing more. Jungkook tilted into the kiss and copied his motions, sliding their tongues together more roughly.

Taehyung moaned, and Jungkook felt more than heard it, the vibration purring directly into his mouth. The burgeoning arousal pulled tight in Jungkook's groin.

In the end, he didn't have to jerk himself off in the shower. Taehyung did it for him.

Jungkook spent the following week reflecting on Namjoon's advice to always take note of his emotions when involved with anyone. That how someone's actions made you feel was more important than the action itself. (At this point, Namjoon's lecture had devolved into a philosophical musing on how society's definitions of 'appropriate' and 'inappropriate' behavior were misconstrued, and the only inherently 'wrong' sex act was one in which not all parties consented.)

Television and movies implied he was meant to be jealous that Taehyung and Jimin were fooling around with each other as well as him, but all Jungkook felt was happy that the people he loved also loved each other.

He hadn't followed society's recommendation that he slave away for good grades and get an office job, so he wasn't sure why he was looking for guidance now. Going by the definitions of romantic involvement he found online, he was basically in a relationship with the entire band. He wouldn't mind if any of them kissed him. And he definitely wouldn't mind if any of them kissed each other.

It wasn't like there was a limited supply of love in the world. Loving one person didn't delete your ability to love someone else. He remembered when he was a little kid that his parents had to reassure his older brother that they didn't love him any less just because Jungkook had been born. It was the same thing now. You just made more room in your heart.

Besides, Namjoon said it was fine and that was plenty good enough for Jungkook.

With that, he stopped trying to define his relationship to the other members, specifically Taehyung and Jimin. Sometimes it involved hugs, sometimes kisses, sometimes words and sometimes sex. It was just a thing.

You couldn't even call it a regular thing.

Room selection at hotels was always random and their schedule was never short of exhausting, so even while they were living in the dorm, it wasn't unusual for them to go weeks without messing around.

At one point, Jungkook realized it had been over a month and he missed it. Not just the sexual release but the closeness. 

It occurred to him that he'd almost never instigated anything, though to be fair he hadn't really had to. Taehyung wrapped around him in bed and Jungkook waited to see if he'd fall asleep or if his dick swelled against wherever it pressed into Jungkook. And Jimin reached for him constantly, in chaste affection or for kisses that boiled over into heavier petting.

Maybe they thought he wasn't interested. It was possible that Taehyung and Jimin were just sating curiosity and now that they had, that was it. It was possible they hadn't stopped messing around but preferred to do so without him. That thought brought a cold lump to Jungkook's throat.

He decided to ask. Assuming what others were thinking was a classic example of the kind of miscommunication the band had ironed out years ago. You always confirmed and listened to the other person before you reacted. If he asked and it turned out Taehyung and Jimin did want to exclude him from now on, well, they could at least tell him to his face. At least he'd know.

Late one night in the dormitory, he pattered down the hall to Jimin's room and knocked. When there was no answer, Jungkook debated texting, in case Jimin had headphones in. But then his airy voice came through the door, sounding strained.

"Who is it?"

"Jungkook."

Jimin let out a breathy laugh. "Okay. Good."

Before Jungkook could figure out the strange response, the door opened. Jungkook wasn't surprised to see Taehyung.

He had half a second to fear that his worries had been true before Taehyung grinned and reeled him inside the dim room.

Jungkook sagged into the wall when Taehyung cupped his neck with both hands and kissed him, slower than in the past but just as deep and insistent. Taehyung nipped at his lower lip and soothed the sting with his tongue. The feel of teeth sent Jungkook's body temperature higher. He fisted his hands in Taehyung's t-shirt. 

A light groan reached their ears. Jimin sat on the bed, watching them with a dazed expression, wearing nothing but an oversized white tank top, which he held down to cover his completely naked bottom half. A blush burned over his face and chest.

Taehyung stepped back, his mouth leaving Jungkook's with a soft sound.

Jungkook swallowed nervously, lips still tingling from the kiss, arousal already simmering under his skin. His gaze hopped between his two hyungs.

"Should I be here?"

Both Taehyung and Jimin blinked at him, unsure how to respond.

"I mean, um, I can go if you want it to just be you two..."

Jimin straightened up, startled and concerned. "Of course, we want you here."

"You didn't exactly invite me..." Jungkook said, looking away in attempt to hide his disappointment.

"That's true," Taehyung said, nodding. "But that's because we thought you'd be too tired."

"Tired?"

"You've been working yourself to the bone for weeks now."

"Oh." Jungkook stared into space for a few moments, fingers twisting together while he collected his thoughts. "I don't think I'd ever be too tired for you guys."

Jimin smiled. "That's sweet, dear maknae, but you are also terrible at recognizing when you're burning out. We just didn't want to add stress on you by pressuring you into something you maybe don't have time to consider properly right now."

Taehyung draped himself over Jungkook's back, hooking a chin over his shoulder.

"You're not pressuring me," Jungkook insisted. "I've considered things and I'm fine. I just don't really have the words to describe...things."

"You haven't been freaking out?" Jimin asked with a bashful laugh. "I've been kind of freaking out. Worried this will change things for the worse. Worried we'll ruin the band or I'll get us all fired or I'll really hurt you guys."

His arms still over Jungkook's shoulders, Taehyung leaned his weight forward to urge Jungkook to step closer to the bed. Jimin reached out his hand and Jungkook took it, lacing their fingers.

"Sorry," Jimin said, eyes and earrings shining in the dim lamplight. "We didn't mean to make you feel excluded, Kookie."

Jungkook squeezed their joined hands in acceptance and reassurance. "If Namjoon-hyung doesn't seem worried about us, then we're probably okay. We just have to be careful. And communicate and stuff."

"We'll be fine," Taehyung said with the confidence of a soothsayer. "Because we're Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook."

The other two didn't entirely understand his words, but they understood his meaning. He'd always been childishly wise. Or wisely childish.

And then, as Jimin and Jungkook had discovered, there were moments were that innocence evaporated in a snap of heat.

With no warning, Taehyung shoved Jungkook forward. Jungkook caught himself, hands landing on either side of Jimin, and at the same time, Jimin reached up on instinct to brace against his shoulders. Their faces were suddenly very close. Jungkook wet his lips.

Taehyung's voice rumbled behind him.

"Let's help Jimin worry less."

Chapter 2

Jungkook woke up in his own bed, half convinced the carnal blur of the night before had been a vivid dream. It didn't feel real, that it had been him, that it had been Taehyung and Jimin, that it had been the three of them.

The memories of rough heat and soft hands blazed like a campfire behind his eyelids:

Taehyung kneeling on the bed behind him, a hand on Jungkook's nape to urge his mouth towards each of Jimin's nipples. Jungkook barely able to maintain a steady rhythm of licks because Taehyung was grinding into his backside, hard and insistent into his hip and ass. The smell of familiar sweat blending with the tang of precum. Taehyung hissing when Jimin tugged him free of his sweatpants. Jimin, boneless and smiling after his orgasm. Jungkook shamelessly climbing into Taehyung's lap, cock stiff and dripping with need. Taehyung jerking both of them simultaneously in a tight, lube-slicked grip.

One memory glowed like an ember, slightly hotter than the others: Jimin naked and glistening with sweat, back arching off the bed, fisting a handful of his own hair, eyes screwed shut and mouth helplessly open in intense pleasure as Taehyung drove two and then three fingers into his ass. Jungkook nearly bit through his own lip when Jimin came untouched, stripes of semen across his flat belly, a wrecked whine shredding his throat.

It sparked a flicker of curiosity inside Jungkook, a flame that refused to be extinguished even in the light of early morning.

Could it really feel that good?

Alone in his bed, a blush seared its way across his collarbones and cheeks. His erection kicked into the sheets and he pressed a hand between his legs, the pressure sweetening the ache.

He recalled the shivery sweet sensation of Taehyung's dick dragging between his thighs or Jimin's knee tucking to press up behind his balls, that strange hum of pleasure, how frightening yet exciting it felt to have hands holding his hips still.

Checking the time, Jungkook discovered there was still an hour until he had to be ready to go. He unearthed a small bottle of lube from his bedside drawer (a gift from Yoongi of all people), but then paused. As horny and curious as he was, he spent a few minutes looking up tips and instructions on his phone. Because there was no point in trying this if he was going to be bad at it.

Being clean and being relaxed were apparently the top priorities, so he followed recommendations to relocate to his shower. Under the warm spray, he studied the bottle of lube, wondering if he was really going to try this. It seemed like a serious boundary to cross, even by himself.

But the image of Jimin shattering to absolute pieces, trying to grind himself down onto Taehyung's fingers, legs twitching and abs clenching as he came, boiled away Jungkook's hesitations.

It was slow-going at first, adjusting the angle of his wrist and relaxing his inner muscles. It took time for the discomfort of the intrusion to fade, and even then the burn merely lessened rather than morph into something that felt good.

Eyebrows pinched together, he added more lube and braced himself against the wall, legs spread as two fingers returned to push inside. He nibbled his lip, the sensation of being penetrated filthy and new and thrilling even if he hadn't found his prostate ye—

Pleasure shot through him with the sudden violence of lightning. His knees nearly buckled.

Oh.

He pulled his fingers slightly out and then back in at the same angle, and his vision went white. 

It was simultaneously too much and not enough. Gasps began to break out of him as he plunged in deep, again and again. He sounded so needy. He didn't care. He had the obscene urge to spread his legs further and arch his back. 

His shoulder began to twinge in complaint at the awkward angle, but it felt too good to stop. His forehead nearly slammed into the wall in his rush to get his other hand around his dick, which was painfully hard. He wouldn't last another ten seconds like this.

He clamped his lips shut in attempt to stifle the pathetic noises escaping him, but as the push of his fingers aligned with the pull of his hand, he couldn't keep his mouth closed.

If it was Jimin's hand around him, if it was Taehyung's fingers instead of his own...

Jungkook's climax smashed through him, reverberating like a gong, his legs shaking as the waves of ecstasy went on and on, wiping his mind blank.

After a long moment, he sank to the shower floor with a happy giggle.

He knew he'd be good at this.

It was almost tempting to race right over to his hyungs' (lovers'?) rooms, to show off what he'd learned and demand they do it together, but embarrassment trickled in as the pleasure receded.

Jungkook still wasn't sure how to initiate in a way that would be even slightly smooth. He didn't have Taehyung's unselfconsciousness nor Jimin's easy charm. He knew they'd give him anything, no matter how badly he fumbled the request, but the last thing he wanted was to be thought of as cute when he was trying to seduce them.

He'd been mulling over strategies for almost two weeks when the answer fell into his lap. Or rather, Taehyung fell into Jin's lap in the middle of a karaoke session.

Jin had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, and he flailed and complained loudly at the sudden weight. The more he tried to shift Taehyung off him, the more Taehyung cackled and stretched his limbs out, sprawling like a bride across Jin's thighs, making the task as difficult as possible.

Namjoon audibly sighed into the microphone. Jimin and Hoseok doubled over with laughter. Yoongi ignored them all in favor of examining the menu of songs onscreen.

"Jungkook-ah!" Jin wailed. "Assist your hyung!"

"Which one?" He replied with a grin.

"Me, you ingrate!"

Jungkook squatted down and wedged his arms beneath Taehyung's knees and shoulders. Bracing his legs and lower back, he stood with correct posture and relative ease.

Taehyung yelped as he left the floor, hooking his arms around Jungkook's neck on instinct.

Even though a disco ball splattered the room in purple and white lights, Jungkook realized Taehyung was blushing. As he was gently set back on his feet, he avoided meeting Jungkook's eyes but his hand lingered on Jungkook's upper arm for a moment longer than it needed to, slowly sliding down before letting go.

And a lightbulb popped on in Jungkook's head.

Although physical affection was thoughtless and continuous between all seven of them, now that he was paying attention, Jungkook began to notice exactly how frequently Taehyung's hands sought his biceps and thighs, the way he fondled and cuddled into the muscles.

The timing couldn't be better. They were due to film another season of Bon Voyage and while the production crew would be on hand while they packed their bags, the day before that was left open for finishing errands and buying last minute necessities.

Jimin was running around, cross checking a list with his suitcase space and flitting out for supplies, pausing only to drag Jungkook in for a possessive kiss when they passed each other in the hall.

Taehyung, on the other hand, spent the bulk of the day scrutinizing his extensive wardrobe and curating a pile of outfits. Midway through the afternoon, Jungkook entered Taehyung's room to find him glaring at a crowded rack of shirts, glasses sliding down his nose.

"Do you think green and brown get tired of each other?" Taehyung asked.

In lieu of answering, Jungkook stepped directly in front of him, hands sliding over Taehyung's loose clothes to take a firm hold of his upper thighs.

Taehyung blinked owlishly. Until Jungkook picked him up. 

Like before, he made a noise of surprise and instinctively grabbed Jungkook's shoulders for balance. And this time, the blush was clear as day on his cheeks.

It darkened considerably when Jungkook hitched him higher, allowing him to wrap his legs around Jungkook's narrow waist, groin to navel.

Taehyung let out a shaky exhale.

"You like that I'm stronger than you," Jungkook breathed.

Taehyung nodded shyly, the unfamiliar edge in Jungkook's expression making him shiver in the best way.

Jungkook's muscles flexed taut as he carried Taehyung towards the unmade bed and lay him down. He unwound the older boy's hold around his neck and pinned both wrists to the sheets in a firm movement.

Eyes wide and dark, Taehyung swallowed with difficulty. His heart rate picked up as he tested the grip and found he couldn't move. Where their skin connected, Jungkook could feel Taehyung's pulse beating out an excited rhythm.

When Jungkook bent to catch his lips, Taehyung arched into the kiss with a soft, desperate noise. Jungkook sank into it, then pulled back a little, letting out a delighted huff when Taehyung tried to follow. 

He released Taehyung's wrists and sat up to strip his t-shirt off. A thrill reverberated through him as Taehyung sucked his full bottom lip into his mouth, his gaze hungrily roving over Jungkook's bare torso, not pausing even when Jungkook lifted Taehyung's glasses off to set them aside.

Jungkook leaned down to rest on his forearms, caging Taehyung in.

"You can touch me, if you want."

Taehyung's breathing was shallow and tight. He eyed the biceps flexing on either side of his head and stroked a palm over one of them, the muscle filling his large hand as he squeezed.

He unexpectedly craned his head up to plant his tongue against Jungkook's opposite shoulder and slowly, slowly dragged a wet trail down to the crook of his elbow.

He did it again, shamelessly worshipping the bulging muscle with his mouth, licking and kissing over it until Jungkook was trembling. He could feel how hard Taehyung was, the way he unconsciously pressed up into him. It made Jungkook feel insanely powerful and embarrassed and flattered that he could have such an effect on someone.

Taehyung sighed blissfully and let his legs part as Jungkook's body slanted against his, calves clutching at Jungkook's ass and thighs, slotting their groins into delicious contact. While he lapped at Jungkook's bicep, his hands raked up Jungkook's abdomen, eager and warm, gripping at the ripple of muscle around his ribcage to urge Jungkook to keep rolling his hips down.

Jungkook couldn't get over how hard they both were. He let out a quiet groan as thumbs swept over the ridges of his pecs and grazed the nipples in a tortuously gentle swirl.

The wet kiss Taehyung sank into the taut skin of Jungkook's forearm ended with a nip of teeth.

"Tae..." Jungkook choked out, grinding down. He might have to rethink who was the powerful one here.

"Can I suck you off?"

Jungkook's eyes flew wide as a spooked deer's. His hips paused in their movement. Taehyung stared up at him with a gaze of hot ink, cheeks pink.

"Uh. W-why would you do that?"

"To make you feel good," Taehyung replied, as though it was just that simple.

Jungkook blushed hard. "I mean..."

Taehyung pouted, eyes somehow turning bigger and more liquid.

"...if you want to," Jungkook mumbled.

"Do you want me to?" Taehyung pushed.

Jungkook bit his lip, heartbeat guilty quick. He couldn't stop staring at Taehyung's reddened mouth, kissed soft and shiny with spit.

"Fuck yeah."

Beaming, Taehyung surged up and Jungkook allowed himself to be maneuvered into sitting on the edge of the bed.

Taehyung sank to the floor and his broad hands caressed the other boy's thick thighs with enough reverence to make Jungkook feel hot all over. Taehyung scraped blunt nails from Jungkook's hips to his knees, before unceremoniously grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants and dragging them down, exposing the coarse hair beneath his navel.

Jungkook couldn't help melting back to rest on his elbows as his cock met the air. He was already throbbing, pearls of moisture at the tip. The anticipation fizzed under his skin.

"Pretty," Taehyung murmured.

He bowed and kissed the head of Jungkook's cock with an exaggerated mwah!

With a half-startled half-aroused noise, Jungkook bucked upwards.

Taehyung suddenly hesitated, eyes flicking up to look at Jungkook through the mess of his bangs.

"I might not be as good as Jimin."

A drop of precum gleamed on his bottom lip. Jungkook almost didn't hear him, he was so enraptured by the sight.

"I haven't done this with him yet," Jungkook admitted. "This would, um, actually be my first blowjob. Ever."

"Oh, good," Taehyung laughed in relief, cool fingers coasting over Jungkook's balls.

"And I think," Jungkook said, breath catching sharp as those fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, "—hnn, think I'd like anything you do to me."

Taehyung smiled, sparkling with affection. "Just promise you'll cum in my mouth."

Before Jungkook could process the words let alone formulate a response, Taehyung flattened his tongue over Jungkook's slit. The wet heat was devastating. 

Taehyung lapped at the drizzle of precum and the sides of the shaft, slow and exploratory. He was unpredictable in any context and in this one, it was the sweetest torture. One minute, he moved at a languid pace and the next, he was swallowing Jungkook down as far as he could take him. 

Jungkook was already fisting the bedcovers, craving more. He couldn't breathe, could hardly believe how blisteringly, relentlessly incredible this felt.

He heard himself babbling, "So good, so good, god, Tae, so good—"

Taehyung bobbed his head and hollowed his cheeks, speeding up and slowing down. Jungkook had to slam a hand over his own mouth to shut himself up as slick, eager thrusts of a tongue polished the underside of his dick.

His hips kept canting up towards his release, stomach muscles clenching as pleasure lit up his entire body. His whole world began and ended with Taehyung's scalding, tight mouth.

And Taehyung wanted him to cum in it.

The mere thought electrified Jungkook's few remaining braincells.

To avoid gagging, Taehyung rose onto his feet and fitted his hands on Jungkook's hips, pinning them in place as he sucked down and sucked hard until Jungkook was shouting into his palm, cock pulsing out wet heat onto Taehyung's tongue.

He was still twitching, high on the pleasure, when Taehyung pulled off, swiping at his leaking eyes and red nose.

"I'm sorry. How exactly could that have been better?" Jungkook gasped out, trying to catch his breath.

Taehyung grinned, bright and boxy. "I'll let Jimin show you that."

His normally smooth voice was croaky and it was because he'd had Jungkook's cock down his throat and Jungkook was a little obsessed with it.

Taehyung licked his lips, which were red and glossy. Saliva gleamed on his chin. He looked obscene. He was the sexiest thing Jungkook had ever seen.

"I can do you," Jungkook insisted, sitting up and tucking himself back into his underwear.

"You don't have to."

"Want to. Let me." Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by the arm and hauled him back onto the bed.

Another blush burned across Taehyung's face at the careless show of strength.

Jungkook had almost forgotten how he'd started this.

With a shove, he had Taehyung on his back again. A whimper caught in Taehyung's chest as Jungkook pushed his thighs apart.

"Already so hard," Jungkook breathed, surprised.

Taehyung made an embarrassed sound, a hand drifting towards the front of his sweatpants, as though to hide.

"No, don't." Jungkook forced the hand away.

"Hold - hold me down when you do it?"

"Aw." Leaning over him, Jungkook used his knees to keep Taehyung's thighs open. "Like maybe you don't have a choice? Like maybe if I wanted to blow you, you couldn't stop me?"

Taehyung nodded, eyes glassy and hopeful.

Jungkook teased his fingers closer to the obvious bulge in Taehyung's sweatpants, keeping the pressure strong while he considered how to go about doing this.

He finally pulled Taehyung's legs back together and swiveled until their bodies were perpendicular. He bent both knees, keeping one on the bedspread and laying the other heavy across Taehyung's chest, Jungkook's shin and thigh weighing his torso down. Jungkook leaned forward to nuzzle Taehyung's crotch.

It wasn't the most comfortable position Jungkook had ever been in, sort of a lopsided frog pose, but the way Taehyung whined and strained into his touch made it well worth it.

He understood exactly what Taehyung meant when he said sex felt better when his partner was enjoying themselves. Receiving a blowjob had lit fireworks in his belly and melted his brain, but the satisfaction of feeling Taehyung absolutely crumble beneath him went deeper than that.

It was like the warm joy he felt whenever he made one of his hyungs laugh, except with the temperature cranked up to steaming. There was pride and affection and a ferocious sense of accomplishment in hearing Taehyung sob out his name, not to mention the release spilling warm and bitter-salty into his mouth.

An hour passed. Jimin popped his head in to ask if they wanted to grab dinner and found Taehyung napping soundly on Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook made a grabby motion in Jimin's direction and he obliged with a fond smile, though there was only enough room for him to perch on the edge of the mattress. He ran a hand through Jungkook's hair and the younger boy nearly purred.

"What did you do?" Jimin giggled.

"Blew each other."

Jimin's eyebrows raised a fraction. "He's big for anyone's first."

Jungkook's only response was a proud grin that was, frankly, adorable.

"Taehyungie," Jimin sang, bending low to press kisses into his cheek and forehead. "Wake up, sweetheart."

Jungkook's heart swelled. Sure, the orgasms were nice but it was this part of their relationship-thing that he was most grateful for. That they no longer had to worry about the appropriateness of these little loving gestures.

Before their thing was a thing, there was always the tiniest bit of tension, like a nearly invisible wire they weren't meant to trip over, some line that was meant to contain their boundless affection for fear of making things weird.

As far as Jungkook was concerned, making things weird was one of the best decisions they'd ever made.

Chapter 3

Jungkook and Jimin lingered in the practice room even as the clock on the wall ticked past 10pm. The rest of the members had wearily trickled home, as well as almost all of the staff, leaving the building floor quiet. Even Hoseok had called it a night, giving them fond hugs and orders to get some sleep on the way out.

Intent on sharpening their timing and further syncing their steps, they ran the choreography three more times before obeying their bodies' call to stop.

Chugging a bottle of water, Jungkook watched Jimin push his hair back in the mirrors, admiring the column of his throat and his cheeks flushed with exertion. Jungkook's gut gave a lurch as it occurred to him that it would be just the two of them in the showers.

They switched off the studio lights and returned to the small locker room. It barely fit all seven members. Someone was always getting an elbow to their back or banging a shoulder off a plastic locker door. 

Jimin appeared lost in thought, absently tugging his shirt overhead, revealing his toned back to Jungkook, who was near enough to smell the musk of Jimin's sweat. It made his mouth water. He found his exhaustion lessening with every article of clothing they stripped off.

Jimin's muscles and full lips gleamed under the light as he plodded naked from the changing area to the tiled space with four shower heads.

Jungkook wanted him.

Led by blind instinct, he clapped a hand on Jimin's shoulder and spun him, pressing their mouths together hard and fast.

Jimin gasped in air at the messy urgency of the kiss, head tilting back with the force of it. He clung to Jungkook's biceps to keep from stumbling as he was walked backwards. A low moan vibrated in his chest when he met the shower wall. He arched, hard and burning, his blunt nails raising goosebumps on Jungkook's narrow waist. 

Jungkook felt ravenous, dazed with how much he wanted to devour Jimin, how much he wanted to feel his body trembling from his touch. His hands coasted up the sides of Jimin's neck and into his thick hair, holding him in place while he dragged their lips together, indulging in how plush and pliant Jimin's mouth was. Velvet warmed by the sun.

"You—" Jimin struggled to catch his breath. "You kiss like Tae now. More confident."

"You like it?"

"Yeah."

Jungkook bit at Jimin's bottom lip and sucked it better, before his tongue pushed into Jimin's mouth, greedy and eager. 

Jimin whined, his bare leg sliding up the side of Jungkook's thick thigh. Jungkook compliantly hitched Jimin's knee onto his hip and took advantage of the angle, grinding forward to trap their dicks between their stomachs. Pleasure surged through them both at the press of warm skin and the smear of moisture.

Jimin let out a whimper. "Fuck me, Kookie."

Jungkook froze.

He hadn't actually thought that far ahead. He'd just known they were alone and sweating and naked, and followed his urges like an animal chasing a scent. 

"Unless you don't want to," Jimin said with a nervous laugh.

Jungkook thought for a moment. He knew the answer, but saying it was a different matter. Saying it meant it would happen. Which would mean not being a virgin anymore. Which was amazing. He just needed to breathe in-between the fireworks exploding in his brain, to appreciate that it would be with someone he loved rather than some one-night stand with another idol.

"It would be my first time."

"Oh?" Jimin seemed genuinely surprised. "I assumed you and Tae..."

"We haven't done this yet."

"We have."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you think it's even possible for us to keep secrets at this point?" Jimin laughed. "Ah, well, if it's your first and you want to save it for someone special, don't worry about—"

Jungkook caught his mouth again, sweet and firm. His hands came up to gently cradle Jimin's cheeks. Jimin was such a feline sometimes, all power and grace and confidence, but no one had a more sensitive heart. 

Pulling back, Jungkook held his gaze steady.

"You are special to me."

Jimin's eyes were wide and shy with the sincerity. With a smile pulling at his lips, he groaned and tugged Jungkook back in for a needy kiss that Jungkook was glad to indulge him in.

After a few languid seconds, Jimin sent him to lock the door and stumbled to the bag stashed in his locker. As he fished out a small tube of clear lube from an inside pocket, his phone caught his eye.

"We should video call Taehyung."

"Hyung!"

"No?" Jimin gave him a cheeky grin. "Big moment for you. You don't think he deserves to watch?"

Jungkook wet his lips, gaze zipping sideways. He would be lying if he said the idea didn't spill heat down his spine. He ran a bashful hand through his hair.

Jimin's voice dropped into a purr. "You don't want an audience?"

Jungkook swallowed, hating and loving how well Jimin knew him. Though even if he hadn't, Jungkook's body would have given him away, the aroused flush spreading down his neck and chest, the precum beading at the tip of his cock. He gave a tiny nod.

Eyes dancing, Jimin dialed.

It took six rings for Taehyung to pick up. As expected, he'd been hauled from sleep, his puffy eyes a degree short of fully closed and his camera picking up barely enough light to render him visible. His groggy hello was unintelligible.

"Taehyungie," Jimin said sweetly. "Were you sleeping?"

"'uckoff, know was," Taehyung slurred, his low voice pure gravel.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jimin hooked Jungkook by the nape and pulled him into view. "Jungkook and I were just thinking that you might be interested in watching him lose his virginity."

Taehyung's screen jerked. When it refocused, his face was much closer and his eyes were open, as was his mouth.

"What? Where?"

"My ass?"

"You know I meant where are you, idiot."

"Changing room at the studio," Jimin giggled. "Though I understand if you're tired, darling. We'll let you sleep."

"Don't you fucking dare hang up," Taehyung growled.

Jungkook hid his red face in the side of Jimin's head, stealing a long inhale, relishing the mix of sweat and shampoo, that unique Jimin smell. He wished he could smell Taehyung right now, too.

"Alright, Kookie?" Taehyung asked.

Jungkook peeked at him, an embarrassed smile on his face as he nodded. He caught a glimmer of hunger in Taehyung's expression before Jimin shoved a towel at him.

"Lay that out there."

"Shouldn't we do it in the showers?" Jungkook asked, butterflies carving up his insides.

"Not interested in battering my knees on tile," Jimin tossed off.

He set about propping his phone on his bag and fiddling with the angle.

Conscious of how naked and erect they both were, Jungkook lowered his gaze as he did what he was told, trying to ignore the sparks that shivered through him whenever his dick brushed anything. After spreading the towel on the floor and sitting with his back to the hard plastic lockers, he was met with Jimin's approving smirk. Jungkook nearly preened, the nerves battling his anticipation.

"You'll need to use your fingers first, start slow," Jimin said, moving closer.

"I know. I practiced."

Jimin paused in surprise, mouth popping open.

"On who?" Taehyung demanded.

Jungkook glanced at the phone. "Um. Myself."

Jimin's tongue swept over his bottom lip and then dug into the side of his cheek. His gaze slowly raked over Jungkook.

"Want to see that sometime."

And even though Jimin had said far filthier things before and had, on more than one occasion, screamed Jungkook's name in the grip of orgasm, Jungkook blushed like a middle schooler in health class.

Jimin settled into his lap with a supple movement and smoothed his hands over Jungkook's forehead, raking the hair back affectionately.

"You're tense. Relax."

Jungkook cracked a smile but it was nervous. His hands sat awkwardly on Jimin's hips.

"Want hyung to talk you through it?"

"I..." Jungkook's mouth opened and closed. 

"Or I can open myself up if—"

"Tell me what to do."

Jimin tilted his head, gaze smoky. The instructions he crooned into Jungkook's ear made his cock twitch, the head brushing the soft pouch of Jimin's balls. He could barely uncap the lube. 

Steadying himself on Jungkook's taut shoulders, Jimin rose to his knees and nuzzled into the crook of Jungkook's neck. His breath stuttered over Jungkook's skin when the slippery pad of a finger nudged into and then past the tight ring of his hole.

"Fuck," Taehyung rasped.

Jungkook swallowed with desire and awe at the silky heat squeezing him. He was inside another person. He was inside Jimin. Jimin, who barely let a minute go by before insisting Jungkook could add another finger.

Jungkook was grateful for the private experiments alone in his shower, as he now had an idea of how long it took for the internal burn to ease and what too-little-lube felt like. He hadn't gone above two fingers before, however, and hesitated when Jimin demanded he add a third.

"Taehyung likes it if you make him beg," Jimin said abruptly. 

"H-huh?" Jungkook stammered.

"Want me to tell you what I did to him?" Jimin whispered, eyes hooded and voice low in a way that made Jungkook shiver.

Jungkook bit the inside of his lip.

"Jimin..." Taehyung whined. It was probably supposed to be a warning but his breathing was quick with excitement.

Jungkook nodded.

"Give me another finger." Jimin sighed as Jungkook pulled out to tentatively inch his ring finger in alongside the other two. "Yeah, like that. You know how Tae likes to playact. I told him he needed to be a good puppy. Made him crawl across the room and sit at my feet."

Heat flooded Jungkook's face. He bit his lip harder, tasting iron. A high-pitched noise escaped him when Jimin nipped at his ear lobe.

"Made him stick out his tongue," Jimin breathed directly into Jungkook's ear. "Told him pant for it before I'd put my cock in his mouth. Should have heard the whine he made when I finally gave it to him."

The images were a heady rush, like scalding rapids in Jungkook's brain. His hips were taut with the urge to move. He wasn't sure what was turning him on more, the idea of ordering Taehyung around or the idea of being ordered around by Jimin.

Jungkook buried his face into Jimin's shoulder with a moan and ground up into him, the head of his dick grazing his own fingers to catch on Jimin's rim.

Jimin let out a short hiss of warning. "Enthusiasm good. Lube, better."

"Sorry," Jungkook mumbled.

His whole body felt too hot as he hurried to pour the clear lubricant over himself, the liquidy sensation making his heart thud. An eternity and nowhere near enough time passed before Jimin knocked Jungkook's hand aside to line his cock to his hole. 

Coy fingers pinched his chin and steered Jungkook's gaze back to the phone. Taehyung looked fucked out already, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. His hair was a mess, his eyebrows pinched together. 

"Watching?" Jimin purred, as though he even needed to ask.

Taehyung gave a dazed, mesmerized nod. 

Jungkook let out a shaky exhale as Jimin sank down and soft, dense heat swallowed him in. Seeing Taehyung's mouth fall open in unfiltered arousal amplified every delicious inch. 

Before he bottomed out, Jimin paused.

"I made Tae beg to fuck me."

Jungkook choked, only barely preventing himself from cumming then and there. His head slammed back into the lockers as he tried to control his breathing.

Raw electricity charged through his veins from the boiling words and the grip of Jimin's body fluttering around his dick. His fingers trembled where they clutched at Jimin's thighs in a desperate attempt to calm his heart rate.

Then Jungkook was buried, completely hilted inside Jimin's slick inferno. Swallowed whole. Jimin's balls pressed snug into his lower abdomen. Jungkook's entire nervous system was vibrating hot and loud. He could feel his hyung's pulse where they were connected. 

Jimin's graceful body rolls translated into devastating ripples of pleasure when he was putting those muscles to use on Jungkook's lap, pelvis tilting up and slowly curling down, satiny warm and squeezing and Jungkook was losing his mind at how good it felt. And the awareness he was being watched clawed heat through his every cell.

The slight movement of Taehyung's shoulder and shake of the camera gave away what the hand not holding the phone was doing. 

A tight noise escaped Jungkook. He didn't even need the full picture to get riled up. He knew what Taehyung's cock felt like in hand, the weight and girth of it, and how fucking sexy Taehyung was when he jerked himself off. And it was from watching them, watching him.

Taehyung groaned, guttural.

And Jimin's movements stopped so abruptly, Jungkook gasped.

Jimin's gaze, black and sharklike, cut back towards the phone.

"I should make you beg him to fuck me, too."

Taehyung didn't hesitate.

"Please Jungkook," he rasped out. "Need to see you fuck him. Want to watch your cock split him open. Please?"

Jungkook shuddered, clenching his teeth to stifle a whimper and to fight off the climax threatening to tear through him like lightning. He wanted to make it good for Taehyung too, put on a show, please his audience. He always performed his best when on stage live.

He braced his feet on the floor, obtaining the leverage to arch and push his hips up. Jimin's panting turned harsh as Jungkook's cock stroked upwards into him, the noises growing sloppy and loud. Jimin began to move again too, their rhythm matching up in a way not too dissimilar from their dance practice.

Jungkook would be embarrassed at how eager he was if Jimin wasn't still murmuring pure filth into his ear.

"Tae begs so well, doesn't he? He—ah, has the most expressive face." His voice cracked. "He l-looks up at you with these wide innocent eyes, wants to, wants to— unf, fuck, Jungkook."

Jungkook had determined exactly where Jimin's prostate was and was now nailing it with every strike. Jimin's eyes fell shut as he held on, lips parted, body jerking forwards with the force of Jungkook's thrusts. He never stopped demanding — more, harder, yes, there, there, fuck yes there — but the tone slipped into breathy praises and pleading, that serpentine edge he wielded giving way to kittenish mewling.

Jungkook liked that he could fuck his hyung into a sobbing mess, all that sharp seduction reduced to a puddle of need. He liked it a lot.

Taehyung clearly did too, if the groan shredding his throat was any indication.

"Fucking him so good, Kookie. Gonna cum. Gonna cum just from watching you."

Blood roared in Jungkook's ears, leaving a shimmery buzzing peace. He'd done good. He was good. He could make a lover climax just by putting on a good show.

Jimin's head fell forward with a gasp as he shakily took his dick in hand, waves of sensation storming through him as Jungkook thrust into him fast and relentless.

"S-so hard, yeah, f-fuck, I'm—"

Jimin muffled a loud moan into the sticky skin of Jungkook's neck as a wild shudder rocked him. Jungkook felt hot semen pulsing between them, the mess smearing over his abdomen, lighting the short fuse of his own orgasm.

With a dizzy rush of pride, he snapped his hips deep one, two, three more times and groaned as he filled Jimin with his own drippy wet heat. Sparkling white hot pleasure flooded his whole body. 

Their breathing echoed around the quiet locker room for a minute.

The tiredness from the late dance practice sank into Jungkook's limbs like wet sand. Jimin's heavy weight conveyed the same exhaustion. He envied Taehyung, already in bed. The stillness of the phone implied he'd fallen back to sleep before he managed to hang up.

"Um, thanks," Jimin mumbled, head still on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Thanks?" Jungkook laughed.

"For picking me, I guess."

Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin, disregarding the clammy layer of sweat covering them both.

"Ah, hang on," Jimin muttered, gingerly raising himself up.

Jungkook's whole body twitched from the overstimulation of Jimin pulling off. He almost couldn't believe it had happened. He'd had sex.

Jungkook tugged Jimin back into the hug, their dicks limp and sticky, smushed between them.

"We're so gross right now," Jimin snickered.

"I meant it, you know," Jungkook said. "You're special to me."

Jimin pressed a smile into Jungkook's cheek. "I'm glad I could make your first time special. Though, in the sense of fairness, it should be Taehyung who takes your other virginity."

"Yeah. Wait, what? What happened to 'he's big for anyone's first'?"

Jimin sat up. "Well, if you don't think you're up for the challen—NO!"

He shrieked and scrambled to his feet to escape Jungkook's vengeful tickling.

After sleepwalking through a quick shower, they played rock paper scissors to see who would sneak into Taehyung's room.

Someone had to turn his phone off for him and just because Taehyung hadn't been physically there for the sex didn't mean he didn't deserve the post-coital cuddling he loved so much. The only thing preventing both of them from happily climbing under the covers with Taehyung was the size of the bed. Logistics never failed to be a bitch. There weren't many things in the world designed for three people to share.

But then, there weren't many things designed for seven people to share, and they'd always somehow made that work.

Chapter 4

Jungkook lay in his bed and tried not to fidget while he waited for Seokjin to fall asleep. When the band arrived at this hotel yesterday night, bleary and jetlagged, they'd decided the rooms by drawing randomly from a pile of keycards. Jimin and Taehyung -- the lucky bastards -- wound up in the same room.

Odds were Jin already knew about the maknae line's thing. Namjoon would have either accidentally let it slip or intentionally informed him so as to keep the band on the same page. In pure introvert fashion though, neither Jin nor Jungkook had broached the topic. Though Jungkook suspected several jokes would be lobbed his way if Jin saw him blatantly traipse off to Jimin and Taehyung's room post-shower.

Jungkook scrolled through social media on his phone without seeing. Jimin's words kept replaying on loop. It was impossible for him to get the images out of his head, of Jimin ordering Taehyung to kneel and pant and plead for permission to suck dick. Taehyung, who didn't so much as go against expectations so much as disregard the very notion of expectations. Taehyung played by someone else's rules only when it benefited him. And Jimin clearly made it worth his while to obey.

However, no matter how evident it was that manhandling sparked a dark playfulness in Taehyung, Jungkook couldn't quite bring himself to order his hyung to beg. There was a streak of dominance in Jimin that Jungkook could imitate but not naturally sustain. He'd end up laughing at himself, as though they were in a bad skit. He was too used to being their maknae.

Besides, he'd always been better with actions than words.

As soon as he was sure that Seokjin was asleep, Jungkook crept down the hall.

Taehyung answered his knock, dressed in sweatpants and a loose shirt, and grinned when he saw Jungkook's eyes narrowed in determination.

The sound of running water could be heard behind the bathroom door. Jimin showering, Jungkook guessed.

"You look like you want something, Kookie," Taehyung purred.

Jungkook kissed him hard and walked him backwards, Taehyung's mouth opening easily into his, soft and addictive.

"Wait," Taehyung chuckled, setting his phone onto the desk. "I don't want it to bounce onto the floor aga--"

He squeaked as Jungkook swiftly moved to pin him to the bed with a bruising grip on his shoulders.

"Hi hyung," Jungkook said, a devilish smile on his face.

Taehyung wet his lips, cheeks already flushed. "Hi."

It still made Jungkook lightheaded seeing what his strength did to Taehyung, how his eyes went black and his cock thickened the more he strained against Jungkook's grip. His hair fanned around his face, framing his gorgeous features.

"Fuck, how are you so good looking?" Jungkook muttered.

He bowed his head and Taehyung strained upwards, but instead of the kiss he was expecting, Jungkook licked a teasing stripe over his parted lips.

Taehyung pouted up at him.

Jungkook slid his knees wider, lowering his hips until he could feel the press of Taehyung's length against his, already rigid and outlined in his sweatpants. Taehyung's eyes fluttered shut at the contact, teeth finding his bottom lip.

Slowly, Jungkook began to grind their dicks together, the friction of the underwear half uncomfortable and half tantalizing. Something about replicating the dry humping that started all this, except on top of the covers with the lights on, shamelessly watching each other's faces crumble with pleasure, instead of furtively and fast under the sheets in the dark, made this far hotter than it had any right to be. 

Taehyung gasped in air and his exhales were almost moans. When he arched up into the younger's merciless hold, Jungkook let out a low noise, drinking in the sight of Taehyung losing composure. 

The bathroom door opened with a billow of coconut scented steam.

"I thought I heard amateur porn happening," Jimin theatrically sighed, rubbing a towel into his hair. He only wore his boxers, leaving his hard chest on full display. The ink of the NEVERMIND tattoo shined from the moisture.

"Excuse me," Jungkook huffed, straightening up. "Nothing I do is amateur."

"Ain't that the truth," Jimin sighed again. "This is why I like team games but only when you're on my team."

"Is that what our thing is? A team game?" Jungkook asked.

"Maybe?" Jimin mused.

Taehyung groaned and wiggled, pressing up into where Jungkook was still sitting on his lap. "C'mon, I'm so hard. Do something about it."

"Do Jungkook about it," Jimin said with a smirk.

Taehyung and Jungkook's gazes clicked together, a playful mischief stirring between them. The same giddy spark that had preceded them getting into trouble together pre-debut. 

There was some squabbling while the three of them wriggled out of their clothes.

Both Taehyung and Jimin suggested Jungkook let Jimin be the first to fuck him since Taehyung was bigger. It wasn't even a matter of pride or competition. Taehyung was just... big. But Jungkook wanted to divide his virginity between them and Jimin's taunt about not being up to the challenge of it dumped gasoline onto his determination. He wasn't settling for the easy route.

"Fine, brat," Jimin huffed at last. "Hands and knees."

It should have been more embarrassing, being ordered naked onto a bed. But it was nice to be told what to do.

It was hot to be told what to do.

The mattress dipped as the other two climbed on. Anticipation sizzled up Jungkook's spine. 

"Want to watch you," Taehyung breathed, broad hand stroking over one of Jungkook's ass cheeks. "It's so hot just watching you."

Blushing furiously, Jungkook squeezed the bedcovers and managed to nod. 

"Good idea," Jimin said, tossing the plastic bottle of lube towards him.

Glancing over his shoulder, Jungkook saw the two of them lean back against the headboard. If it weren't for the eagerness in their eyes, their postures might have been called casual.

With a hard swallow, Jungkook poured lubricant over his fingers and reached behind to work one inside his rim. He felt tight and nervous, but he had an audience and it was burning him up. He was glad he'd opened himself up in the shower earlier, that he could focus on the pleasure now.

His forehead met the comforter and he spread his knees a bit wider, arching his back as he nudged a second slippery finger in. His dick pulsed, marble hard already. He could hear the unsteady breathing of his hyungs, knew they wanted him, that he was being good for them. He could be better.

He drove his fingers in hard, hitting his prostate, and whined at the melty electric feeling.

Taehyung made a low, wanton sound. “Unf, you’re so...”

A reddened cheek still smushed into the bed, Jungkook turned his head so he could see the two of them. Jimin had sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his gaze molten. He gripped Taehyung's thigh. Taehyung was already palming himself, clearly struggling not to buck into the pressure.

"Need it, need you," Jungkook gasped out. "Haven't tried three fingers yet. Help me?"

He widened his eyes into a puppyish look that had let him get away with murder in the past. And soon enough, Jimin gripped his wrist to pull his hand aside. Jungkook nearly protested at the loss, but there was the sound of the bottle uncapping again and then Taehyung's long fingers tentatively pushing inside him.

Jungkook clung to the bedsheets at the warmth and the fullness, his breath turning harsh when a third finger prodded his rim, nudging its way into the tightness. His eyes squeezed shut at the unfamiliar pressure. He consciously relaxed his muscles.

With a jolt of heat, he realized the third finger sliding into him -- and the fourth -- belonged to Jimin.

"Okay?" Jimin panted out.

Jungkook nodded, gulping.

Taehyung followed the pace Jimin set, pushing in and out, stretching the tight passage, brushing the place deep inside Jungkook that filled his body with glitter. 

Jungkook groaned through his teeth, boneless with the pleasure of both his hyungs' fingers. He cracked an eye open and very nearly came at the sight of Jimin and Taehyung kissing, messy and forceful, while their digits thrust into his hole again and again.

"S-stop," he whimpered.

They immediately did, both swiveling toward him with wide-eyed concern, easing their fingers out.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked.

"Yeah, just..." Jungkook laughed shyly into the bedsheet. "Don't want to cum too soon."

"What do you want?" Jimin asked.

"Hyung..." Jungkook whined.

A startled moan flew out of him as Jimin slapped his ass, the soft concern once again vanishing behind a dark hunger.

"Ask properly."

Jungkook swallowed, a ball of heat in his gut. "Please fuck me, Tae."

"God, you're sexy," Taehyung groaned.

Jungkook preened. "'M I doing good?"

"So good," Taehyung said.

"You got a bit of a praise kink, huh, baby?" Jimin purred.

Face buried in the sheets, Jungkook shook his head.

Jimin chuckled, his hand sweeping Jungkook's hair off his damp forehead and his mouth suddenly near Jungkook's ear.

"So, you don't want me to tell you that you've made your hyungs so happy? Or that I'm proud of you for stopping yourself from cumming too early?" His voice edged lower. "Or that you're such a good boy, taking all our fingers like that?"

Jungkook keened, spine bowing. "Jimin, please. I'm- please."

Taehyung was already pooling lube in his left hand and running it over his own shaft, so hard it was throbbing. His face flushed pink with impatience.

"Bet you take cock as well as you do everything else," Jimin murmured, stroking over Jungkook's glistening shoulders. "I'm going to guide him into you. Tell us if you need to slow down."

Jungkook pushed himself back up onto his hands, wanting the stability, excitement drowning out the wisp of nerves. This was Taehyung and this was really going to happen.

Thanks to the eagerness sparked by Jimin's encouragement and the preparation of their fingers, Jungkook found that once the head nudged past his rim, Taehyung slid into him slowly but smoothly. 

The sting of it, the tightness and pain-pleasure, sang loudly through Jungkook's body. Taehyung's dick was deliciously heavy inside him, in a way even four fingers weren't. 

Taehyung let out a deep groan of satisfaction when he was fully hilted inside him.

"Fuck," Jungkook whispered. He felt filled. Hot and loved and filled. He could feel Taehyung throbbing inside of him, thick and pulsing.

Still, it was a lot of pressure to adjust to, just on the edge of painful.

"Need a minute?" Jimin asked, carefully observing Jungkook's face.

"Yeah." Jungkook let out a breathy laugh. "Damn, you're big."

Taehyung hummed happily, large hands running over Jungkook's hips and back. 

"Don't wipe lube off on me," Jungkook protested.

"But you're so convenient," Taehyung said.

"Let's give you something to do while you get used to the stretch," Jimin purred, rising onto his knees. He stroked a thumb over Jungkook's bottom lip.

Eyes blown dark, Jungkook obediently opened his mouth. An approving smile on his face, Jimin slid his dick over the younger's waiting tongue.

"Good boy," Jimin cooed.

A groan suddenly tore out of Taehyung, followed by a small laugh. "He clenched so hard when you said that."

Taehyung squeezed and stroked Jungkook's slim waist, relishing how the muscles tensed and relaxed. He rocked forward and back a little, the motion gentle and small.

While his body acclimated to the pressure and the friction, Jungkook focused on the taste of Jimin and the velvety texture of a cock dragging through his lips.

Taehyung's hips snapped forward with a little more force and Jungkook choked, both from Jimin's dick hitting the back of his throat and from the bolt of pleasure.

Jimin eased himself out, muttering something about being at risk of having his dick bitten. Jungkook barely heard him. It felt like his skull was stuffed with cotton candy and his body was bursting with light.

An animalistic noise caught in his throat as Taehyung experimentally thrust back in at the same angle. Jungkook’s back muscles tightened and flexed as he pushed back into the heat and the pressure and oh.

Pleasure curled hot in his belly, intense enough that his arms trembled. He sank to his elbows.

A cool hand stroked under his chin and tilted his head up. Jimin smiled at him fondly.

"Good?" He asked, almost casual.

"Y-yeah," Jungkook managed to pant.

Jimin's sweet expression didn't change and he didn't take his eyes off Jungkook as he ordered: "Fuck him, Tae."

Taehyung may have giggled but Jungkook was suddenly being taken apart. He was being split in half. There were hands clamped around his waist, dragging him back every time Taehyung's hips punched forward. A cock buried itself inside him over and over, alien and delicious and molten.

Jungkook was boiling in sun-hot heat. He was gasping, stuttering out little moans that overturned embers in Taehyung’s belly.

Jimin's words sliced through the stingy glittery perfect fog that had descended on Jungkook.

"Maybe we should put you on stage like this. Show our fans how good you are for your hyungs."

Head swarming with the praise, Jungkook could only moan in the back of his throat. 

Jimin groaned, jerking himself fast, unable to resist with the scene in front of him. Jungkook impaled on Taehyung's cock, both panting and pink-cheeked and glassy eyed.

"Chim," Jungkook rasped out.

Jimin looked down to find Jungkook eagerly sticking out his tongue, eyes pliant and hopeful.

"S-such a good boy," Jimin stuttered.

Another guttural moan tore out of Taehyung as Jungkook tightened in ferocious satisfaction at the praise.

Jimin planted a hand on the dense muscle of Jungkook's shoulder, the head of his dick mere centimeters from that sweet mouth. His hips punched forward, fist moving faster, and released his load with a relieved growl.

Warm stripes of cum streaked into Jungkook's mouth and over his cheeks and chin. Feeling filthy and pleased with himself, Jungkook hiccuped out a giggle.

"Fuck," Taehyung swore, his voice cracking.

His fingers dug into Jungkook's hips, fierce and needy, the force of his thrusts knocking Jungkook forward, until it was easier to let his sticky face meet the bedcovers. He clung to the sheets, a warm buzzing filling his senses as blazing heat built in his groin. His own cock jerked and flexed from the intensity of it all.

"Can't--" Taehyung grunted. "So good, Kookie. So good for me. Gonna--"

A desperate little noise tore out of Jungkook as Taehyung suddenly shoved in hard and deep and held there, too thick and too much and not enough. And then Taehyung was shuddering inside him, pulsing out a mess of wet heat that Jungkook could feel.

A dopey smile bloomed on his face, his insides blasted to static with bone-deep satisfaction. He had made both his hyungs cum.

Jimin suddenly lay down next to him. A slicked hand wrapped around his cock and Jungkook cried out into the comforter. Jimin's grip tightened, dragged up and down, relentless and rough and perfect and Taehyung's cum was dripping out of him and fuck he was drooling--

A scream tore out of him, the ecstasy shattering him in one scorching rush, a live thing snapping through every cell. His spine bowed and every muscle locked as Jimin milked every hot drop out of him.

Floating, Jungkook just about registered Taehyung gently lowering him onto his side to avoid the filthied comforter. Jimin's sure, comforting touch brushed hair back from his face and wiped a warm washcloth over his burning skin.

Jungkook vacantly wondered if he should feel embarrassed, he was so thoroughly in pieces. But Taehyung pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead and Jimin's smile was so warm, and their voices were melodic and familiar.

And Jungkook loved them both so much, loved whatever they had together so much, that his heart could have flown out the window to outshine the moon.

 

END

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