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There is a problem in Jeongguk and Jimin's relationship.
Well, okay. Calling it a problem is a bit dramatic, if Jeongguk's being honest. It’s just an annoyance he's been having for a while, too cowardly to bring up with Jimin.
And it’s not exactly in their relationship, either. There could never be a problem between them, because Jeongguk is confident they're meant to be, a match made in heaven, too perfect to ever be separated, but that’s neither here nor there. No, the problem is, very specifically, outside their relationship.
The problem is Kim Taehyung.
Jimin’s long time best friend, ‘platonic soulmate’, whatever that means, and the reason behind all of Jeongguk’s blood pressure spikes lately.
The story goes: Jeongguk joins the friend group, making them seven. He proceeds to fall head over heels for Jimin. Taehyung moves away temporarily for a study-abroad. Jeongguk and Jimin start dating. Jeongguk gets used to having Jimin all to himself. Taehyung moves back, and the dynamic between them is suddenly impossible to navigate.
Jeongguk always knew they were close. He thought he'd gotten used to it. But then he'd learned what the inside of Jimin's mouth tastes like, and realized this was the last relationship either of them is ever going to be in, and now just the sight of Jimin with Taehyung makes him irrationally irritated.
He observes them quietly for weeks. The way Jimin brushes a fallen eyelash off of Taehyung’s cheek. The way Taehyung wipes whipped cream off of Jimin’s top lip, licking his thumb like it’s nothing. The way they’re so comfortable touching each other; holding hands, giving each other massages, sleeping on the same couch when movie night runs too long.
Jeongguk understands that Jimin is his own person, who can make his own decisions, and would never be purposefully dishonest with his boyfriend. Jeongguk, in the rational part of his brain, is not jealous, or insecure. He loves that Jimin is cuddly and touchy and friendly with almost everyone he meets.
But there’s something about the way he touches Taehyung specifically that has Jeongguk’s hair standing up at the back of his neck, each and every time. Even though he knows they're just friends.
Something about Taehyung ignites the possessive part of Jeongguk that hates sharing.
And he watches, and stews, waiting for it to pass. Hoping it will all turn out to be a fluke. But they don’t let up, and Jeongguk steams, and steams, until there’s no other option but to explode.
It happens at Seokjin’s, a couple of weeks later, during one of their regularly scheduled hangouts.
They’re all right on the precipice being drunk, and Jimin flits around the house from one hyung to another, dishing out hugs and kisses like the cuddlebug he is, while Jeongguk sits alone, preferring his silence, and watches. And it’s all fun and games, business as usual, until Jeongguk turns his head at one point in the night, unsuspecting, and sees Jimin.
Pressing kisses all over Taehyung’s face.
That, too, is usual for them. It shouldn't give Jeongguk pause. But Jimin is fully doting on Taehyung, babying him, squishing his cheeks together and peppering pecks on any bit of skin he can reach, by the looks of it whispering to him too, and knowing Jimin, it's definitely something along the lines of 'Taehyungie, Taetae, my best friend, love you so much, best boy, love you soooo much, I’m so happy you’re here’. Et cetera. They've done that before. In front of Jeongguk, even. Innocent. Friendly. Platonic.
What he hasn't seen them do before is actually full-on kiss.
They don't now, either. But Jeongguk sees. He sees, for the first time, one of the kisses landing just barely out of reach of Taehyung’s lips. Like that was its clear directive, and the landing only pivoted in the last millisecond.
He stares in shock, frozen. He's there to witness Jimin slip up, muscle memory too strong, the pull of Taehyung’s lips too familiar, apparently. Jeongguk knows they've always been closer than a normal pair of friends, especially before he and Jimin started dating, but… He wasn't aware of the full extent of it.
And besides, they're dating now. Jeongguk is right here. Jimin must be drunker than the rest of them, if it took him that long to remember that fact.
The thought stings.
Jeongguk wonders, with the part of his brain that still functions, if he would be as upset had Jimin done this with anyone else in their friend group. Namjoon, whose thighs they've both thirsted over before. Or Hoseok, who's gone clubbing with Jimin more times than Jeongguk could count, grinding on him in borderline obscene ways. And he thinks that no, probably not. He would probably chalk it up to Jimin being drunk, and laugh it off, secure in the knowledge that those friendships are strictly platonic.
But Taehyung. It’s been weeks since that man came back, since Jimin embraced him with both hands and not let go. Weeks of Jeongguk suffering the sight of Jimin borderline dating another man, cuddling and praising and laughing at inside jokes Jeongguk isn’t privy to, with someone who knew him longer, knows him better, evidently.
And Jeongguk only has himself to blame for not saying anything, but he wanted to hold on to the hope that it would pass. He told himself he could bear it: hold on for just one more day, and they'll tire of each other. Just one more instance of Taehyung and Jimin pushing the boundaries, sharing food, sharing touches, spending time together daily, attached at the hip, making Jeongguk feel more and more left out, and maybe he'll get used to it, eventually. But…
This is crossing all lines. An almost-kiss. No matter how justified. No one should be that close to his boyfriend’s lips. No one. Not without consequence.
Jeongguk sees red.
He storms out, nails digging welts into his own palms from how hard he’s clenching them. He might spill his drink on the way out, or break a glass, everyone's eyes might be on him as he runs; but he doesn’t notice. Can’t notice anything, not with the loud buzzing in his ears that’s less anger and more sadness than he wants it to be.
He needs some fresh air. Yeah, he just needs to take a few breaths and calm down, and then maybe he and Jimin can have an honest, rational conversation about all of this.
But of course, Jimin is right on his tracks. He wouldn't let Jeongguk be upset all on his own. Never. He inches closer, as if approaching a wild animal, and asks, softly and angelically, the way only he can manage,
"Ggukie? Did something happen? What’s wrong, baby?"
Did something 'happen'? What’s 'wrong'? 'Baby'???
Oh, Jungkook’ll tell him.
He swivels around, coming face to face with Jimin, and it's immediately hard to stay on track with those sparkly puppy eyes that are so worried for him.
“I don’t know, why don’t you go ask Taehyung?” he spits the words that have been brewing on the tip of his tongue for too long. He wishes they didn't have to do this now, with both of them upset and drunk and hot-headed. It could lead to Jeongguk saying something really, really stupid. “If you can get your lips off of his for long enough to talk.”
Like that.
Jimin frowns, an adorably confused uptilt to his eyebrows.
“I– I don’t know what you saw, baby, but I didn’t kiss Taehyung,” Jimin says. He tries approaching Jeongguk, reaching out to touch, but Jeongguk, against every instinct, takes a step back to avoid it. It breaks him, kind of. "I would never."
“Not tonight,” he says, quietly imposing. He’s trying to project anger, but what comes out of his mouth is much closer to the truth. Misery. “But you’ve kissed him before, right?"
Jimin just looks at him.
The expression on his face isn’t guilt, but he’s definitely… Confused. Saddened by Jeongguk’s outburst, probably, because Jeongguk has given no hints that he was bothered by any of this before.
“Baby… does me being friends with Taehyung upset you? I thought you knew our history.”
Jeongguk shrugs, looking down at his feet.
“Ah, okay. That sounds like a bad excuse.” Jimin knocks a tiny, paw-like fist against his forehead, berating himself softly, and Jeongguk wants to scoop him up and eat him. “I’m sorry. We should have probably cleared everything up when we started dating, huh? But all the other hyungs know. I thought it would have made its way to you. Yes, we've done stuff before. No, it didn't affect our friendship. Is… is that going to be a problem?”
Jeongguk gulps. God, why is it so impossible to argue with Jimin? Why is he so sweet and kind and agreeable about everything? It’s making Jeongguk’s life very hard.
It’s true that he’s the newest addition to the group. And that the friendship predates him, by a lot. And that everyone else seems to have an understanding of just how close they are, with an absolute certainty that it’s just platonic.
But still. It's different now that they're actually dating. He trusts Jimin 100%, but Taehyung is a wild card, and Jeongguk is still figuring out what to do about it. Would he actually dare ask Jimin to abort their friendship? No, surely not. Would he forbid them from touching? …That almost seems more controlling and manipulative. He doesn't want to be that type of boyfriend.
He huffs, an almost funny thought occurring to him.
“Did you fuck him as well?”
He regrets it as soon as it’s out of his mouth.
It's tactless. Crude. He doesn’t even know what possesses him to say it, or why it comes out as bitchy as it did. Their past relationships shouldn't matter. They have each other now, and Jeongguk knows that. Knows that he's being mean and entitled like never before, bringing up the past.
But there’s a thrumming in him, something brand new, something sharp and evil that wants him to snap and bite and hurt Jimin for the simple act of being with someone else, and he’s beginning to realize he needs to tame it before he actually succeeds.
Fucking Taehyung, messing with his brain.
Jeongguk expects Jimin to huff, offended, and raise his nose indignantly. Maybe even laugh at the ridiculous idea. Because surely not. Surely Jimin will deny sleeping with his best friend, the one that he’s so impossibly close to, in a way that’s been driving Jeongguk crazy for months, but that he let be because it was only platonic.
Surely when everyone spoke about how inseparable the two are, they didn’t mean this. When Jimin said he knew everything about Taehyung, surely that didn’t mean he knew the other man carnally.
But Jimin just… freezes.
And Jeongguk watches, as if in slow motion, as Jimin's eyes grow wide; as a gulp makes its way down his throat; as he steels himself, mouth drawing into a line, preparing for an argument.
An argument is what Jeongguk wanted. Victory, he thinks, has never felt worse.
"Yes," Jimin says, holding his ground. "Yes, we've had sex before. That shouldn't change anything. I told you it meant nothing, and we've always remained just friends. Platonic friends. And you know I'm faithful. You know I love you. So please don’t–”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, but Jeongguk gets it. Don’t blow this out of proportion. Don’t make it into something it’s not supposed to be. Don’t be a hundred times more suspicious of Taehyung, knowing what you know now.
But how could Jeongguk not?
The only thing he can concede with, from Jimin’s ‘please don’t’, is ‘please don’t think any less of me’.
Jeongguk never could.
He gulps, refusing to let anything on, and asks calmly, “When was this?”
“College, mostly, I guess,” Jimin says with a shrug, eyes silently pleading Jeongguk not to be upset. “We fooled around.”
“How often?”
Jeongguk feels the need to press. To prod, to dig, to get the details he probably shouldn’t know. To see how far he can push. Push this new persona, the one that’s demanding and judgmental and cruel towards Jimin. See how far he can take it until he gets stung.
Perhaps his newfound sadistic streak comes with a bit of masochism, as well. Package deal.
“I–”
“How often, Jimin? And when did it stop?”
And there. Line found. Jimin's honest, open eyebrows scrunch into a frown, and he gets angry.
“What do you want me to say, Jeongguk?” he asks. His eyes grow sharp, unapologetic, and he stands taller. “That I fucked him whenever we were bored? That he was a safer option than going out and picking up strangers at a club? That we only stop when I’m dating someone? How will you react to that?”
“Was he your first?” Jeongguk asks. Not accusatory, just curious.
Okay, maybe a little accusatory.
“Yes. And I was his first,” Jimin says, nose up, chin out. “Hell, Jeongguk, I helped him figure out his sexuality. He's not even attracted to me, it's literally just recreational. It felt right to try out everything together, and I’m not apologizing. He’s my best friend. We share everything. Even the sex.”
“Even the sex?” Jeongguk repeats incredulously.
“Yup,” Jimin says, defiant. “There are no secrets between us.”
Jeongguk hums. He lets that hang over their heads for a second, considering before he speaks too rashly again.
How does this newfound knowledge make him feel? Taehyung touched Jimin before Jeongguk had ever gotten the chance to. He'd taken all his firsts. Studied him intimately, thoroughly, learned all the cheatcodes and shortcuts. The yes's and no's of Park Jimin. That knowledge is no longer just Jeongguk's to boast painstakingly finding out. It no longer feels like quite the achievement, knowing someone else got there before him.
Does that actually change the way Jeongguk views Jimin? Does he think of him as tainted? Forever changed by Taehyung's touch?
No. Of course not. That's not the point.
But the thought of it– Of Taehyung specifically, all tan skin and lanky limbs, towering over Jimin in bed, covering his body completely with his own and giving him pleasure, secure that Jimin could always seek him out for a good time–
Jeongguk doesn't know why it's so captivating. Doesn't understand why it makes his heart speed up and his stomach tighten the way it shouldn't, unable to dispel the images of Jimin speared on his best friend's cock, Taehyung completely casual about it as always.
He knows it's disgusting, and he shouldn't be thinking of his boyfriend like that.
But he can't help it.
The silence stretches for too long to be comfortable, Jeongguk lost in his thoughts and Jimin letting him process, and thankfully he's saved from having to think of an appropriate response by Namjoon's concerned head popping out of the main house to check on them.
"Hey, uh… Everything okay out here, guys? We were thinking of winding down for the night. You staying, or…?"
Jimin and Jeongguk look at each other. Jimin shrugs, delegating the decision to Jeongguk.
"Coming," he shouts to Namjoon who salutes and retreats back inside. To Jimin, he turns and says, "Let's raincheck this, okay? I love you, and I want to be on the same page, I just… need some time."
Jimin nods fervently, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "I'll tell Tae to back off for now. I'm sorry I upset you. I love you too."
Jeongguk heaves a sigh of relief, and they exchange a kiss before moving to meet the others. Maybe, just maybe, they'll be able to work all of this out.
As it turns out, Jeongguk isn't able to wait until tomorrow for them to 'work this out'.
They lay, the seven of them, strewn across the living room floor, as per tradition. The sleepovers are a monthly thing they try to keep consistent in their busy lives. As a couple, Jeongguk and Jimin are deliberately relegated to the furthest corner of the room from anyone else, so that in the case they get any ideas the rest of them will be spared their innocence.
Jeongguk wonders how necessary that rule is for Taehyung.
That wondering is a big part of why he tosses and turns on his blanket far into the night, mind running amok with uninvited mental pictures that have him equal parts horny and frustrated. He listens as his hyungs all start snoring in tandem, falling asleep one by one, and doesn't come any closer to joining them. The alcohol and the games they play are usually enough to knock him out too, but the conversation with Jimin earlier seems to have sobered him up as much as it electrified him.
And it seems he's not the only one.
He hears Jimin turn, for the nth time since they said goodnight, and it's clear he's trying to be quiet, but Jeongguk is acutely aware of every breath that rises in his chest, so he knows Jimin is not sleeping yet.
He might as well ask the question that's been keeping him up and put both of their minds to rest.
"Psst," he whispers, wiggling closer. Jimin turns around to meet him halfway, looking relieved to see he's not alone in this bout of insomnia. "Can I ask you something?"
Jimin embraces him easily, like he has so many nights before, one leg thrown over Jeongguk's hip and a hand tangling itself in the hair behind his ear. He nods, furrowing more comfortably into the bedding.
"You said you share everything with Taehyung. Do you… tell him about your sex life? Our sex life?
Jimin sighs.
"I thought you might ask me that. It crossed my mind too, just now."
Jeongguk hesitates, now unsure if he wants to hear the answer. "… So?"
Jimin's voice is barely audible, even to Jeongguk, less than a couple of inches away. "Maybe we shouldn't be having this conversation here. Not like this. There's a good possibility you'll hate me," he says, seeming genuinely torn up about it. "But since you asked: Yes. I told him about the first few of our dates in great detail. I tell him about everyone, and… by the time I realized you’re not just another everyone, it was already too late.
It completely slipped my mind, until our conversation back there. So… Yes, Jeongguk. I told him some stuff about us. And for that, I will apologize. For violating your privacy and not telling you. I'm sorry."
He makes himself smaller under Jeongguk's gaze, cheeks and lips squishing into the pillow beneath him as he whispers his confession. He’s waiting for Jeongguk to say something, waiting for him to make the next move, and– This is why they never fight. Jeongguk can’t stay mad at his baby for the life of him, not with that guilty, apologetic frown on his face and puppy dog eyes to rival his.
So, a bit more information to process.
Taehyung got a first-hand account of Jeongguk's prowess in bed. Jimin talked about him, in 'great detail'. After their very first date, no less. Which means, chances are Taehyung has spent every interaction they’ve had since then painfully aware of all the most intimate parts of Jeongguk. He's probably compared and contrasted, and, more importantly, Jimin's probably done that as well.
Something clicks. And all of a sudden, all the jealousy in Jeongguk shifts into something else.
The part of Jeongguk that made itself known only recently, as a direct result of Taehyung-related pettiness, the jealousy, the possessiveness… it all moves southward. Takes on a very different shape. Perhaps the shape it was always supposed to have.
Jeongguk thinks about Taehyung staking his claim on Jimin first, and himself coming in to absolutely obliterate it, and he likes it.
He presses closer. Chases Jimin's eyes, trying to stare him into submission, keeping his face impassive.
“You tell Taehyung about how good I fuck you?”
Jimin inhales sharply. Eyes shaky as they snap up to meet Jeongguk's own.
“Do you tell him about how you feel me for days after? Send him pics of the bruises on your thighs? Your neck? Do you get off on it? Bragging about how well I take care of you?”
He’s not sure where the barage of words comes from. What in the world possesses him to say them. Not sure when his voice decided to droop down, sultry, when his lips found the shell of Jimin’s ear and decided to brush there teasingly, making Jimin shudder beneath him.
“No, I– I swear, I stopped, I don’t–” Jimin licks his lips, heart jackhammering against his ribcage. Jeongguk can feel it, with how close they are. And he knows Jimin is still not sure if Jeongguk is mad or flirting. So Jeongguk decides to make it abundantly clear.
He moves back to stare down at Jimin’s face. His wonderful, perfect face. His pillowy, luscious lips. The way his hair swoops down to kiss his temples. Jeongguk reaches out to brush it back softly with a finger.
“I should spank you,” he says with a smirk, half-joking and half deadly-serious, and everything stops.
Jimin jerks back, eyes wide. He’s not shocked because it’s unprecedented for them– dirty talk, or spanking, or d/s, because it’s not. Not by far. But he is shocked because Jeongguk just went from pissed off to horny in two seconds flat, and even he’s not sure how it happened.
Okay, he has an inkling.
The thought of someone knowing about his sex life who’s not directly involved in his sex life. Of someone hearing how good he is in bed, without ever getting to experience it. It’s surprisingly… effective, Jeongguk finds.
Something about Jimin, lusted over by many, wanted by many more, choosing instead to talk about Jeongguk and his sexual prowess. And to someone who had already fucked him, at that. Jeongguk wonders if Jimin compared them out loud. Wonders if he ever said that Jeongguk was better. He nearly creams his pants at the thought.
Jimin looks down, at where Jeongguk’s sporting a suddenly very prominent bulge at the crotch, salivating as his eyes bore into Jimin, and exhales.
“Oh. Jeongguk, you–”
“You’ve been bad, Jimin,” Jeongguk says, somewhere between genuine and cartoonish on purpose. He wants to make Jimin relax, but also, kind of, he’s entirely honest in his arousal. “Bad boys need to be punished.”
“Okay, no, Jeongguk, baby, we need to talk about this,” Jimin blurts with a dry laugh, half relieved, half concerned, hands grabbing Jeongguk’s own where they were reaching for Jimin’s hips. “We can’t just resolve every argument with sex. Not that I mind, but– I need you to know that there’s really nothing between Tae and I. Okay? Can you– can you tell me you believe me?”
Jeongguk stares at him. They hold the contact for far too long, each waiting for the other to crack first, and of course it’s Jeongguk who relinquishes first and says, “Okay. Yes. Fuck. Okay. I believe you. Or, like, even if I didn’t, I don’t, like, mind it as much as I thought. Okay?”
And it doesn’t even register as true until the moment it leaves his mouth. But it absolutely is, he realizes. He doesn’t mind. It surprises him, too, because thinking about Taehyung wanting Jimin romantically has always had Jeongguk wanting to jump and bite and break bones. If Taehyung ever even hinted at wanting to be with Jimin like that, Jeongguk would not hesitate to physically fight him.
But… sexually?
The thought of Jimin maybe, possibly, in a manner of speaking, in one way or another, purely imaginatively… sharing that part of himself with someone else? While Jeongguk is fully aware?
… It’s kind of fucking hot. In a way Jeongguk is not ready to fully unpack yet.
“You… don’t?” Jimin asks, obviously suffering whiplash from how fast Jeongguk’s mood changed, but not minding it.
Jeongguk shakes his head. His nose brushes Jimin’s where they’re still lying a hair’s breadth apart.
“Nope. But can we maybe… Talk about it later?”
Because he’d really just like to fuck Jimin right now. He’s worked himself up, with nothing but a few words and an inkling of an idea forming in his mind, but the human imagination is a funny thing. And it just saved their relationship, maybe. Kinda.
“O… kay,” Jimin sighs, “but we are talking about it eventually.” And the subtext there is, ‘we’re going to be fine. I love you. Let’s have some very hot, confused sex now, before all of this is resolved.’
So, “Okay,” Jeongguk repeats. And kisses Jimin, for good measure. Hard. He can taste relief there, feel it in the way Jimin lets himself melt against him.
He pulls away after a long minute of soothing, languid tonguing that does nothing to help the situation in his underwear.
“You wanna ditch now? Or bathroom? Or,” he pants against Jimin’s lips wetly, “or, get edged until tomorrow night. Your choice.”
Jimin shivers. He has the power to safeword any of those options, of course, but Jeongguk knows he won’t use it. Knows they could both use a good, hard scene to give them a reset. And he needs Jimin. Needs to feel him. Needs reassurance that he’s all his.
Has a feeling it will be more intense than ever before.
Jimin sighs and, with a final press of a kiss to Jeongguk's lips, turns around so they can both finally get some shuteye. They spoon, and his ass immediately starts wiggling against Jeongguk's crotch. The little minx.
Jeongguk smirks, already planning the way he’ll press Jimin against the wall as soon as they’re home tomorrow. Already planning to have him tied up for at least an hour, vibrator on his cock and a plug in his ass, until he's fucking crying for release.
It’s the small joys in life. The rest can come later.
Jeongguk never thought dating Jimin would be as much of a journey in kink revelation as it has turned out to be.
When he fucks Jimin the following night, after, yes, being mean and edging him for hours, something straight-up demonic possesses him like never before. He grunts, hips pistoning in on autopilot, and he gets mouthier than ever, words spilling out of him, telling, no, commanding, no, begging Jimin.
Begging to hear that he’s better than Taehyung.
And everyone else Jimin’s ever had, for that matter. He wants to hear all of it. He craves the sense of satisfaction of winning over Taehyung, specifically, but he also wants, needs to know that he’s better, and bigger, and stronger, than all those who came before him. And Jimin, sweet, perfect Jimin, complies beautifully, moaning beneath him, telling him everything Jeongguk wants to hear, and more.
And from anyone else, it would sound so forced. Fake. Just doing it for Jeongguk’s sake. But Jimin sells it. Oh, how he sells it.
“Fuck, Jeongguk, yes, fuck, right there,” he gasps, head thrown back in ecstasy, the pretty curve of his sweaty neck alluring Jeongguk to sink his teeth in, to bite, claim. Instead, he licks a fat stripe across the skin there to sate the urge, all the way up to Jimin’s ear, where he leaves a bruising hickey, impossible to hide. “Ah! Fuck me so good, Jeonggukie, no one else– fuck– no one else could ever– ever compare.”
Jeongguk wants to growl at that. Damn right. He can be a possessive bastard, and Jimin knows it.
“Tell me where you feel me,” he commands, sitting up so that his eyes can take in more of Jimin. He presses a palm down on his lower belly, avoiding the tiny pink cocklet leaking precum, just wanting him to feel more pressure inside. To feel fuller, feel Jeongguk deeper. He’s a vision. So pretty, flushed all over, eyes practically rolling back in pleasure.
“In– ahh, in my guts, Jeonggukie. Feel you in me, so deep, fuck, feel you in my tummy,” he whines.
Jeongguk’s nails dig welts into his hips at that. Jimin knows how much cutesy-talk affects him in bed.
“Deeper than anyone’s gone before?”
“Yes!” Jimin moans breathily. “Yes, yes, yesyesyes.”
“Better than anyone’s ever fucked you before?”
“Yes!” he cries. “Yes, baby, Jeonggukie, yes, just you, the best, the biggest, my– fuck– my fucking favorite– fucking cock– in me–”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Jeonggukie, yours, all yours– fuck.”
Jeongguk’s hips stutter to a stop, spurting hot, thick cum right into Jimin, and Jimin keens, loves feeling wet, and full, and marked, and Jeongguk loves marking him. Loves staking his claim on Jimin, loves leaving him dirty, and messy, and branded, and his.
No matter how many people fucked Jimin before him. Jeongguk won. He gets to have Jimin, and he’s never letting him go.
He finishes him off with a curled fist, fucking shallowly into his own mess despite the oversensitivity, and whispers into Jimin’s ear; about how dirty he is, how much of a slut he is, dirty little boy, all messy, just for Jeongguk.
No one else.
It’s funny, because for all Jeongguk knows, Jimin doesn’t even get off on it. The possessiveness and everything. In fact, Jeongguk’s pretty sure Jimin just wants to reiterate that he does not feel anything for Taehyung. And if sex is what’ll make Jeongguk listen, well, Jimin is happy to use it to his advantage.
“Hey, you don't…” Jeongguk starts to ask after they’ve both come down from their highs, still lying in their own filth. He’s fingering Jimin gently, just with the tip of a finger, mostly dragging it around the sloppy mess there. He knows it relaxes Jimin. Puts him in a trance. “You don’t mind that I, like. Am like this?”
Jimin giggles into Jeongguk’s chest, pushing his ass back only slightly when Jeongguk’s fingers ghost a sensitive spot. “Gonna have to be more specific, Ggukie.”
Jeongguk sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, you know. The– we– We kind of rushed into this. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable with– anything, really, but, was it too much? Talking about other people? Stuff like that.”
Jimin shakes his head, laughing softly. “Silly. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you right away. You don’t have to worry about that. Ever”
“Oh,” Jeongguk breathes, relieved.
“Yeah. Why? You wanna take it further?” He feels Jeongguk hesitate. “What’s on your mind, baby? Tell me. Open discussion.”
Open discussion about kinks has never failed them before, Jeongguk knows. That’s the thing about finding your soulmate– even if it’s embarrassing, or the other person ends up refusing, at the end of the day, they can always be honest with each other. Fully.
But this… There’s something animalistic about it. Something Jimin might not like about Jeongguk, on a level that is not restricted to the bedroom. Something raw and primal, when he’s fucking Jimin and thinking about all the other men that have failed to do so. He’s never thought about it that way before, it never even crossed his mind until now, but– staking his claim on Jimin? Marking his territory? With his teeth, with his nails, with his cum? Feeling like he owns Jimin, at least for that little while?
“I fear my fantasies might be inching into… A certain realm,” Jeongguk says, but Jimin just looks intrigued, a sparkle in his eye. “You know I love and appreciate you so much? And would never see you as less of an equal?”
“Just spit it out, pabo,” Jimin rolls his eyes fondly, because there hasn’t been a day since they started dating when Jeongguk hasn’t told him something along those lines, and it’s probably grown tiresome.
Jeongguk has half a mind to actually spit in his mouth. Not like he hasn’t done it before. But it ties in too well into what they’re discussing right now, and Jeongguk wants to make a clear distinction between real life and play.
“I want to feel like I own you,” he mumbles. Jimin’s breath hitches, which might be a good sign, depending. “Like I won you over, over Taehyung and a million other men, like I fought for you and won you and you chose me. And you’re mine, and they can never have you, because I have you. Not because you don’t want them, but because I’m not letting you.”
Jimin’s eyes glaze over, so Jeongguk is quick to rectify.
“Of course– of course I mean that in bed, only. I know you’re your own person, and not a prize, and have a right to–”
“Jeongguk,” Jimin interrupts him harshly. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“And– and all that stuff about Taehyung? It doesn’t bother you that I’m–”
“Hell, baby, a week ago you got fussy when I so much as mentioned Taehyung. Now you want to talk about him fucking me, while you’re fucking me, and you’re not afraid I’ll run off with him? That’s a win in my book.”
Jeongguk pouts.
“Well… You won’t. Right?”
Jimin laughs. Grabs Jeongguk’s face in his hands.
“Ggukie. My Jeonggukie,” he sighs happily. “My big, strong, baby alpha. Dumb, possessive, horny puppy. Of course not. I’m yours, baby. You can talk about whoever. Do whatever you want to me. All I think about is you.”
He’s pushing it, now, edging into flirting territory, but Jeongguk doesn’t care. He takes it to heart. Nips at Jimin’s lips, just to be a menace, and then rolls over to get a bath started for them.
Before he goes, though, he leans down to lick Jimin’s cheek. Wet and disgusting, playful, getting back at Jimin for calling him a puppy. Jimin shrieks, a choked-off “Jeongguk!” sounding from him, but Jeongguk only growls “Mine,” into his ear, and then he’s gone, followed by the bright sound of Jimin’s sweet laugh.
Taehyung becomes a phantom in their sex life from that point on. Never there, often mentioned. They should both probably find it a bit weird, how obsessed Jeongguk is with showing up an imaginary rival, but it makes him fuck like a bullet train so Jimin is not complaining. And it makes Jeongguk cum like a freight train so he’s not complaining either.
Jeongguk loves talking about it. Gets mouthy like never before, loves taunting Jimin with Who’s bigger? and Who fucks you better? and This cock is the last one you’ll ever take, right? Fucking ruined you for anyone else and Jimin plays along wholeheartedly, sobbing and moaning like a pornstar under him, cumming buckets and gazing at Jeongguk dopily for hours after, fucked out and full and sated. Sure, he gives Jeongguk shit about how much of an egotistical maniac he’s, and Jeongguk blushes, because he’s really not (he is), but their playtime has never been better, and their relationship is still pretty fucking perfect, just like it’s always been.
Jeongguk only realizes that he made some hard-core assumptions at the beginning of all of this and possibly fucked himself over after he’s already in way over his head.
It crosses his mind randomly, when they’re cleaning up after dinner one night. Jimin loading the dishwasher and Jeongguk putting back all the ingredients left out on the counter, because Jimin cooking is a certified mess, but he has a system and Jeongguk couldn’t complain about it even if he wanted to.
“Hey,” he asks as soon as he thinks it, brain-to-mouth filter more or less turned off around Jimin, always. “Does Taehyung… know about our… stuff?”
Jimin snorts, grin making his cheeks scrunch up so adorably, Jeongguk can see them even from behind. “You know, for someone who loves dirty talk so much, you sure get embarrassed easily talking about sex.”
Jeongguk blushes, popping the container of kimchi closed with more force than necessary and shoving it to the back of the fridge.
“Well, we’re not having sex now. And it just… popped into my head randomly.”
He doesn’t notice Jimin slithering up to him until he’s already there, lower back against the counter, blocking Jeongguk from doing any more work. His hands are damp to the elbows, neckline of the sweater he’s wearing exposing a lovely collarbone, and his hair is tied haphazardly in a little apple tuft at the top of his head. Jeongguk presses a kiss right between his eyebrows, to the bridge of his nose, effectively nipping in the bud any attempt Jimin was making at being seductive.
Still, Jimin tries. “Popped into your head, huh?” he asks, shimmying his shoulders suggestively. “What, exactly, were you thinking about?”
Jeongguk pouts, reaching around Jimin’s back to start separating all the condiments that have been used. Salt goes in the cabinet above their heads. Sesame seeds in the drawer next to Jimin’s hip.
“Just… stuff,” he shrugs, because it had genuinely been a mostly innocent, innocuous thought process. “I was wondering whether I’d want to know if, y’know, people were talking about me in bed. Wondering if it’d be better to tell him, or not, since he’s our friend and everything.”
“Oh, cutie,” Jimin coos at him, bringing a hand up to scratch behind Jeongguk’s ear lovingly. Jeongguk pretends he doesn’t like it. “You’re so sweet, you know that, right?”
Jeongguk detaches himself from Jimin and goes to hide his face in the fridge, returning the gochujang and sesame oil to their spots.
“Well, for your information, I haven’t told Tae anything,” Jimin says casually, hopping up to sit on the now-clean counter and swinging his legs animatedly. “Because I knew you’d get awkward around him. But I know for a fact that he would not mind.”
Jeongguk nods. He knew that, on some level. Because Jimin would not let it get this far if he thought his best friend would be in any way freaked out.
“That being said, we can tell him. If you want.”
He traps Jeongguk between his legs when Jeongguk tries passing him. Jeongguk submits easily, with only a little bit of grumble, standing in front of Jimin patiently and enjoying the new perspective of looking up at him.
“But I think you guys are about equal now. In the ‘knowing about each other’ department.” He chuckles. “You know, I’m surprised you never even asked to see exactly how much I told Tae about you.”
And Jeongguk’s world kind of, well, tilts on its axis.
“I could have asked?” he asks, genuinely stupefied, and it pulls a stunned laugh out of Jimin too.
“Oh. You. Oh my God,” he tries to hold back his giggles, seeing the shocked and, honestly, betrayed look on Jeongguk’s face. He’s not even feeling betrayed by Jimin, but by his own brain, for never even seeing it as an option. Jimin laughs in his face. “Oh, baby. I thought you’d decided you didn’t want to know anything. Oh, God. Oh my God, I’m sorry, but this is hilarious. Sad and hilarious.”
He kisses Jeongguk’s cheek in comfort, right on the scar, and breathes him in. Jeongguk hugs him back around the waist, pouting, confused.
“Are you actually upset, baby?” Jimin asks. “Say something.”
Jeongguk shakes his head without even thinking about it. His brain is still processing, but he’s not… upset.
It’s true that he’d convinced himself he’s better off not knowing what was being said about him. In all honesty, he’d kind of forgotten about that part of the argument, even though it was the root cause for all of this.
For the first few days, a week, he’d burned with curiosity. He wanted to ask Jimin so bad, but figured it would be in bad faith, or that it would look like an ultimatum. Or a condition, like, ‘I’ll only stay with you if I like what I see’. Which isn’t true at all.
But now, faced with the reality of getting to find out everything… He realizes he’s made a huge oversight.
He’d kind of rushed headfirst into the conclusion that he was better in bed, because Jimin’s in a relationship with him, and not Taehyung, but… what if that’s not true at all? A lot of people separate romantic from sexual attraction, and Jimin is one of them. What if… what if…
For all he knows, Jimin was telling Taehyung that Jeongguk was average, disappointing, even embarrassing in bed, and here Jeongguk was, getting himself worked up into a frenzy of self-aggradation.
“Um. You,” he starts, feeling so stupid all of a sudden, leaning his forehead on Jimin’s chest. Stubby fingers immediately find their place scratching at his nape. “Fuck. You didn’t say… You didn’t say anything too bad, right? Fuck, I just assumed that it was all praise, or maybe I deluded myself into thinking it so that I would feel better, and you don’t even–”
“Hey. Hey, hey.” Jimin pinches at the back of Jeongguk’s neck, the scruff, until Jeongguk shuts up. “No. Hey. You think I would have said all those things, let you say all those things, if I didn’t mean them?” He waits for Jeongguk to shake his head, which he does, dejectedly. “You know I’m the worst liar. And sure, kink is kink, and I think you get off on the possession more than I do, but that’s okay. You tell me things I like to hear when I cum, too. Right?”
He’s right, Jeongguk thinks. He doesn’t particularly enjoy being mean to Jimin in bed, doesn’t like calling him slut or whore or dumb or only useful for one thing, laying there and taking my cock like a good little dollie, doesn’t get off on spanking him, hurting him, but stuff like that is Jimin’s fucking bread and butter, and Jeongguk would rather it be him that says it than anyone else. He gets his pleasure watching Jimin’s eyes roll back as he spews filth, makes sure to follow up every insult with a compliment, praise as much as he degrades, makes sure the pain is pleasure, and spends at least as long on the aftercare as he does on the sex. But Jimin loves it nonetheless, looks at him with sparkles in his eyes when they’re done, when Jeongguk is spreading ointment on his red cheeks and whispering about how good he did.
“But I don’t really mean that you’re a slut when I say it. Does this mean you don’t– you don’t–”
Jimin huffs out a laugh, the movement of his chest taking Jeongguk with it, unarticulated and comfortable. God, Jeongguk loves him.
“I was thinking more along the lines of when you call me the prettiest thing in the world and fucking gorgeous split open on your cock. You mean those, right?”
Jeongguk squeaks in agreement, high and embarrassed.
“Exactly. And I mean what I say, too. Even if I don’t get off on it. But if it’ll make you feel better– come.” He hops down, the negligible distance between them growing even smaller when Jeongguk doesn’t move, and they’re pressed face to face. Jeongguk finally gathers the courage to meet his eyes, seeing the pretty crescent smile there and immediately feeling better about everything. “I’ll show you the texts between me and Tae. Everything I said about you. Okay? Trust me?”
Jeongguk nods, and follows when Jimin takes him by the hand to the bedroom, kitchen left unfinished. It doesn’t matter, anyway. They’ll always have tomorrow.
Jimin scrolls for a long time. It’s been a year, and he texts Taehyung every day, so it’s understandable, but still Jeongguk grows bored, and starts playing with the fingers of Jimin’s left hand while he waits. He presses kisses to each of the fingertips, small, delicate, soft, just like their owner, and they feel like dew drops against his lips. He runs his thumb across all of the lines on Jimin’s palm, the long ones, the tiny ones, lets himself get so immersed that he gets almost jumpy when Jimin finally exclaims “A-ha! Found it!” and shoves his phone in Jeongguk’s face.
Jeongguk sits up, grumbly from being woken up from the daze he’s put himself in, and leans back against their headboard. Lets Jimin snuggle up to him, reading over his shoulder.
“Full disclaimer,” Jimin says, the palm that Jeongguk was just worshiping finding a place on the planes of Jeongguk’s stomach. “I haven’t read any of these since I sent them. This is about to be way more embarrassing to me than it is to you.”
Jeongguk hesitates. “But you’re letting me read them?”
A kiss lands on his shoulder, Jimin’s chin following it and nestling there. “I know how obsessed I was with you. I wouldn’t have said anything bad.”
The part of Jeongguk that has a gigantic praise kink kind of preens under the unassuming compliment. Of course, Jimin notices and whispers a ‘perv’ under his breath. Jeongguk nudges him with the shoulder he’s leaning on.
The date at the top of the screen matches up– precisely a day after their first date. And the messages start like this.
mimin
tae
i think im in love with jeongguk
Jeongguk snorts at that, loud and pleased. He glances at Jimin, only seeing the tips of his cheeks getting red, but he doesn’t say anything, just grumbles for Jeongguk to continue reading. It’s an encouraging start, so he presses a kiss into Jimin’s hair and turns back to the phone.
taetae
yeah
and grass is green
water is wet
what else is new
mimin
first of all water is not wet
taetae
you rn: 🤓☝️
mimin
SECOND of all
what’s new is that jeongguk took me out on a date last night
taetae
oh!
OH LMFAO
finally
mimin
yup
and he
y’know
fucked me.
taetae
ohhhhh!
mimin
yeah
taetae
…good?
mimin
…like you wouldn’t BELIEVE
it was… SO good
oh my god
tae
taehyung.
my bestie.
loml
taetae
isn’t that jeongguk now?
mimin
true
but LISTEN
he was SOOO GOOD
like
SOOOOOOO GOOODDDDD
taetae
lololol
the best you’ve ever had?
mimin
…
………
there were people before him????
And fuck if that doesn’t go straight to Jeongguk’s cock. He feels himself growing stiff, shuffles to hide it, but he’s pretty sure Jimin can tell anyway.
The messages are, already, a billion times better than he could have hoped for in his wildest dreams. And Jimin is not even saying any of it with the purpose of making him horny. Which just makes him more horny.
He needs to marry this man. Asap.
taetae
lolololol
mimin
no
taehyung
you don't understand
he treated me SO well
taetae
like a princess?
mimin
YES
taetae
like a babygirl?
mimin
YES
taetae
deserve!
mimin
and he
he was so careful with me
bc he knows it’s been a while
but when he let loose.
fuck. tae.
i just
i
ARGH
taetae
so not a virgin?
Jeongguk stops reading to pull back and stare at Jimin judgmentally. “You guys thought I was a virgin? For real?” He’s not even offended, just flabbergasted.
“It was a working theory,” Jimin mumbles. Then, when Jeongguk keeps staring and judging, “What!? You were very shy!”
“Only around you!” Jeongguk complains. “Because I had a big fat crush on you!”
Jimin sucks his teeth thoughtfully. “That’s kind of gay of you, Jeonggukie.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk grumbles, but it’s soft. He keeps reading.
mimin
DEFINITELY not a virgin
his hips, tae
the STAMINA
i swear
and yes i am so in love with him it wouldn’t MATTER if we weren’t sexually compatible.
but tae.
we so are.
BIG TIME.
taetae
how many rounds?
mimin
like,, two
taetae
weak
mimin
SHUT UP i was already gone after one.
the second one was
just
asljsjfhkahjkakjeh
taetae
thanks for the new password, bottom
mimin
stfu
anyways
taetae
so you’re lying there, sweat and cum all over the place
mimin
pretty much
so I'm lying there practically DEAD
fucked out
blissed out
pretty much just saw the pearly gates with how hard he fucked me
and this man
There’s a several minute long gap between it and the next message.
taetae
… yes??
mimin
sorry i got horny just thinking about it again
taetae
LOLOLOL
mimin
this man reaches down
and starts CLEANING OUT his own cum OUT OF ME with his fingers
🥺🥺🥺🥴🥴🥴
Jeongguk remembers this vaguely. He’d kind of done it unconsciously, catching a glance of Jimin’s red, puffy rim, leaking white, and he just had to touch. The rest had been a happy accident. He kept doing it after, too, just, worshiping Jimin’s before, during and after sex. Whenever he could get his hands on him. It became sort of a tradition. Fingering Jimin’s ass whenever the opportunity presented itself.
mimin
tae i swear to god i wanted to cum right then and there
he was just, like
fingering me
but not, like, in a sex way
I mean
you know what I mean
I don’t even think he was doing it consciously
he was just… down there
watching
playing with me like I was a toy
that he just came into
watching his cum seep out of me
taetae
damn u were rawdoggin it on the first night? 🥴
mimin
tae you don’t understand
yes we were clean yadda yadda
but
taetae
big?
mimin
SO fucking big.
Jeongguk smiles. He would’ve, honestly, probably been fine with finding out Jimin was embellishing a little to make him feel better. Well, he would’ve cried at first, but he would’ve gotten over it and kept nutting to a fantasy after that. He wouldn’t be the first person to do so in any case.
But finding out that Jimin actually thinks he’s big, is, well.
Heh.
It’s really good.
Of course, Jeongguk knows the ruler doesn’t lie, and he’s above average, but still. He had an irrational fear that Taehyung was packing a snake and that Jimin secretly wanted it back.
Freud might’ve been right about some things.
taetae
if he was truly BIG minded he wouldve ate his cum out of you!!!
smh
weak
mimin
I’m GETTING there
taetae
oh!
mimin
yeah so after I’m mostly clean
and trying to stave off another erection bc I know it would’ve actually hurt
he like
just buries his face in my ass??
and starts
like
making out with it???
taetae
period.
mimin
tae I swear, the noises that came out of me
I would be embarrassed but
not sure how much he could hear with my thighs on his ears
but yeah he just ate me out for like ten minutes
AFTER sex?
not even to get either of us off
just bc he enjoyed it?????
imagine when he actually does it with the purpose of making me cumcsljflskj
Jeongguk chuckles. He never minded eating ass, but he was never truly enthusiastic about it either. Not until he met Jimin. Jimin, with his perfect, plump, peachy, soft, cushiony, smooth, well-trained, delicious ass.
He’s glad to see that Jimin enjoyed it from the get-go, because Jeongguk was honestly not that experienced at first, but he has since then improved immensely. With lots of practice, going for hours at a time, just slobbering at Jimin’s rim, to both of their great pleasures.
He’s getting horny just thinking about it. As if he weren’t already. There’s already a damp spot of precum on the front of his sweatpants.
mimin
holy fuck
fuck tae if I don’t marry this man you have to kill me
taetae
lol im glad ure having fun without me!!!
mimin
lol it’s good that you’re not here actually
because even if you were
we wouldn’t see each other
because I would be with jeongguk instead
i’m already so desperate for him tae it’s honestly humiliating
i need him to fuck me for like 3 days straight
no stopping
taetae
okayy omega! live ur truth!
mimin
you’re so right actually
brb going to his house to beg
taetae
you don’t have to beg babe just bend over
not even that
just turn around show him your ass
actually
just show up
(optional)
actually you could just text him
just a ‘hi’
he’d run to you
mimin
hm
possibly
let’s see mamas!
If Jeongguk remembers correctly, Jimin did text him the day after their first date. And Jeongguk was immensely relieved and happy, because he’d kind of been staring at his phone all day trying to work up the courage to do it himself.
He did go over to Jimin’s for round 2. But they also made a date out of it, running down to the convenience store for late-night ramyun after, followed by a long walk around the neighborhood, whispered conversations that cemented Jeongguk’s belief that he needs to be with Jimin forever or die trying.
It’s cute seeing that Jimin was equally gone on him. He’d told Jeongguk as much, after they got serious, but it’s nice to see evidence of it spelled out so clearly. In the beginning, Jeongguk didn’t want to come across as too clingy, but ultimately he ate his pride and did, and he’s glad for it. If looking a bit needy was what won Jimin over, Jeongguk would gladly look like a fool every day for the rest of his life.
Despite the raunchy content of the text messages, there’s not even the slightest flareup of jealousy within him. Taehyung’s texts are so uniquely dry and supportive, that even if Jeongguk had any lingering doubts about him, they would be now dispelled.
He gets it, now. It’s weirdly endearing, how open Jimin is, reporting back everything to his best friend right after it happens. Gushing about how he wants to marry Jeongguk. It might’ve been a joke at the time, but Jeongguk was thinking much the same thing.
“You’re really okay with me reading this?” he asks Jimin softly, a bit too late for it, but Jimin had said that it’s been a long time for him too, seeing these.
“You deserve to know, baby. I don’t mind.” Jimin drags a nail down the length of Jeongguk’s arm, the untattooed one. Places his palm in Jeongguk’s once he reaches the hand. “I have nothing to hide from you, anyways. You can keep scrolling, I think there’s more.”
Jeongguk hums and does as told.
It’s mostly meaningless texts for a while, photos of the meals they’re eating or places they’re visiting. Inside jokes, ugly selfies. His heart aches at some of the ones from Jimin’s side, and he makes a mental note to ask him to send him all of them. Oh, he has his fair share of ugly Jimin selfies, but he wants all of them. All of Jimin.
His finger speeds up, scrolling with more purpose, looking for the ‘more’ Jimin had mentioned, and he’s stopped in his tracks when the screen flashes with a photo.
He scrolls back up. The picture is of Jimin, his neck positively littered with love bites and hickeys. Nothing is shown but his neck, a bit of his chest and collarbones and a hint of his chin, but it’s definitely been taken with purpose, showing off, teasing and flirtatious. It’s almost like a nude. If it was anyone else sending it to anyone else, Jeongguk would be concerned. But it’s not, so he decides to keep reading before making any judgements.
taetae
he slutted you out huh
And just as Jeongguk’s about to get mad, because who the fuck is Taehyung to call Jimin a slut so casually, he sees Jimin’s response.
mimin
so good, tae, FUCK
you should see the state of my ass
thighs
hips
fucking cock
I look like a wild animal got hold of me
and I’m not complaining
Jeongguk smirks. He does enjoy making artwork out of Jimin with nothing but his mouth, thank you.
taetae
im waiting for the pics hoe
mimin
no can do,Tae :(
taetae
why?
ohhh
so it’s like that
:(
mimin
no!!
not like THAT
he didn’t say anything
didn’t forbid me from taking nudes or anything lol
actually he doesn’t even know :(
I didn’t even tell him I send them to you
or abt you in general
which was probably a mistake
but he's so good to me taetae
I want to be only his
taetae
oh
so ure not sending pics because… you only want him to see you?
mimin
mhm
taetae
and you made that decision all on your own?
mimin
mhm
taetae
im weirdly proud bb
and sad
but happy
mostly happy
if you’re really sure he’s worth it
mimin
I really am
<3
I think he'll understand, even
maybe not nakey pics. maybe not sex but. yeah.
he's a sweetheart
I don't think he'll have a problem with u
us
us <3
I really hope not
Jeongguk feels like a certified asshole in that instant, but Jimin just squeezes his hand– a silent reassurance, a 'I understand. It's okay now.' So Jeongguk keeps going.
taetae
ohh so it’s like THAT
you LOVE him
mimin
I think I actually really do, Tae
taetae
:(
mimin
no, not :(
:)
taetae
oh? :)
mimin
I think
actually I’m pretty fucking sure
that he loves me back :)
or, if he doesn’t now, he’s getting there
I think this is really fucking solid, actually, Tae
I can feel it in my bones
and I’m just sad you’re not here to share it with me :(
taetae
:( :( :(
I’m here with you in spirit babe!!
and I’ll be back soon to meet him
but I’m so fucking happy for you
you deserve everything
and more
he better treat you like the fucking princess you are
and I want to hear everything
everything you want to share
Jeongguk melts. He kind of fucking loves Taehyung, now, for taking care of Jimin like this, even from afar. And he kind of fucking loves Jimin a LOT, loves his heart, his mind, his body and soul, would lay down his life gladly if it would make Jimin smile even once.
And he was, in fact, completely and utterly in love with Jimin at the point in history when this conversation happened. They got it out in the open, like, less than a week later, but Jeongguk had known. From the first kiss. From way earlier.
He has to put the phone down for a second, to brush his hand down Jimin's hair, down the side of his face.
“I fucking adore you, you know that, right?” he mumbles into the skin of Jimin’s temple.
Jimin walks the line between confident and self-conscious a lot, so Jeongguk’s gotten used to a whole assortment of reactions when he says stuff like this spontaneously. And he loves every single one of them, every facet of Jimin. But what he gets now– the shy, bashful Jimin, hanging his head down in a way that makes his cheeks look all squishy and soft, sticking his lips out in the adorable pout that Jeongguk just has to kiss– this Jimin might be his favorite Jimin.
“I’m sorry for ever doubting you,” Jeongguk continues, stroking a careful thumb over any part of Jimin’s face he can reach. His chin, his eyebrow, his tiny little button nose. “Of course you wouldn’t do anything with Taehyung. And I’m sorry I had to see it to believe it. I should have trusted your word for it. I’m sorry.”
Jimin, the sweetheart, shakes his head quickly.
“I’m not faultless, c’mon,” he grumbles. “It’s not healthy to trust me that much, either. You should tell me if you have any concerns. And you can always ask me for– Oh.”
He freezes, then. Not that he was moving in any discernible way, but once he stops, it’s painfully obvious beneath Jeongguk’s fingertips.
“What?” he asks, unsure whether to be concerned or amused.
“Oh, um, fuck.” Jimin pulls back from him. Jeongguk is sad to see him go, even though Jimin only moves an inch or so to lean against the wall next to Jeongguk. He lets go of Jeongguk’s hand and Jeongguk immediately feels all the warmth from his body leave him, just from losing that one point of touch alone. “You might need to retract that. Forgiving me. Fuck. I’m so stupid.”
“You’re not,” Jeongguk frowns, certain of that, if nothing else. “What happened?”
“Um. Just… I think you need to keep reading,” Jimin cringes. “I just remembered what happened next in the conversation.”
“Hey,” Jeongguk nudges their shoulders together. “You know anything I find there, I will be okay with, right? Your candid texts so far have been nothing but praise for me, I really don’t see how you could ruin it. Not with Tae.”
Jimin’s face scrunches up, as if in pain. Jeongguk’s heart aches along with it.
“Just… Keep reading before you say that,” he pleads.
So Jeongguk does.
taetae
and I want to hear everything
everything you want to share
mimin
:)))
well!
where do I start
we went out to eat
which was the first time I allowed it BEFORE the dick appointment bc, you know
#bottomproblems
taetae
preach it sister
mimin
yup
and also I was planning to suck his dick
(FINALLY)
can you believe I went this long without it
taetae
no
mimin
yeah, me neither
was too busy getting fucked I forgot, I guess
so anyways!
he’s so cute taetae :(
like
SO adorable
he looks like a little bunny when he eats
and he took me to EAT eat
not the fake fancy shmancy bullshit that I hate
he’s so REAL and doesn’t try to impress me like the other guys
I mean he DOES
even without trying
but not with a fake version of himself, I guess
I mean I get we’ve been friends for a while
but
you know how men are
taetae
yeah 🙄
mimin
yeah
so he took me to auntie’s
where we always go anyways
taetae
FUCKKKKK
not auntie’s
i miss it so bad
FUCKKKK IM SALIVATING NOW
GOPCHANGGG
and what then 🤤
mimin
ahhaha baby
getting more excited over food than my love life
fucking typical!
taetae
stfu
how was the meat 🤤🤤🤤
mimin
jeongguk’s dick was fine we’re not at that part of the story yet
taetae
no
mimin
ANYWAYS
he took me there because it’s obviously the BEST food
(and yes it’s still as good as the first time)
taetae
brb booking a plane ticket
mimin
and he told me he wanted to make it special for me but
just the fact that we’re together now is what makes it so special :(((((
taetae
gag
mimin
listen to my story boy
taetae
ok taeyeon
mimin
JESSICA you uncultured swine
anyWAYS
he says all these cheesy lines
and makes them WORK
because they’re not lines, he’s just like that
perfect
and he took such good care of me :((
he’s younger and has the demeanor of a virgin and is so shy and adorkable and yet.
disregarding the fact that he fucks like a god
I’m still in shock every time at how sweet and soft he is :(
while still being
you know
taetae
a dom
mimin
well when you put it like THAT
a SOFT dom :(
he cut up all the meat for me
and blew on everything to cool it down so I wouldn’t get burned :(
and fed me soup
and gave me all the larger pieces
and made sure I had water in between every shot of soju
and
and
😭😭😭
tae I might actually be in love
how can he be so
ugh
while being so
argh
taetae
I see we’ve reached the brain rot stage of your infatuation
mimin
NOT infatuation!
I’m marrying him and that’s final
taetae
ok sooo he took care of you, yadda yadda
I’m assuming y’all got bingsu for dessert as well
and shared it like the OBNOXIOUS pda-obsessed FREAKS you are
and he made you laugh and blush and giggle and twirl your hair and kick your feet
like the BOTTOM you are
and he didn’t even notice because he was too concerned with getting you to like him
and tripping over his words and getting lost in your eyes and letting the ice melt on his spoon
(which he was holding up to feed you)
(again)
not realizing you were already picking out the color theme for your wedding
and the names of your 3 cats
and then he walked you home
held your hand
kissed you sweetly in front of the apartment and got super excited when you deigned to invite him up
like he didn’t fucking know what was going to happen already
am I right or am I right?
mimin
……………….
…………….
…..……
…....
.…
…
..
.
can you stfu and go die or something
taetae
no! <3
i know you both to fucking well it’s insane
my mind sometimes ugh it amazes me
mimin
……………
close the schools!!!!!!!
taetae
no please this phd is all I have
BUT not tm on me right now!
we are about YOU <3
tell me about how you sucked the soul out of him or whatever
mimin
well for your information I DID
but that’s not the point
the point is we came up
and I was guiding us in that direction
made up some bullshit excuse about why I can’t do butt stuff
taetae
“““butt stuff”””
grown ass man….
mimin
but he kinda saw right through me
told me to just be honest
and I was :)
I told him I wanted to do hand and mouth stuff
taetae
SIGH
mimin
obvs thinking like…
I’m gonna get my mouth on HIM
tae tell me why this man
sucked my cock like it was the last popsicle in the world
and he was a starving man
taetae
OH!!!
a win for the gays
mimin
yEHA
I was so confused at first
but he laid me out all proper
nosed at my crotch like a cat getting its treat
undressed me
I was practically already gone
gone on him
and of course he had to tease first
biting at my thighs
squeezing them with his
big fucking hands
just massaged them for minutes, like, who even DOES that?
ran his teeth from the backs of my knees to the very edge of my undies
until I was fucking trembling
leaking a wet spot
taetae
luv ur thighs :(
mimin
:(
taetae
luv ur cock :(
mimin
oh, I know baby
is it too much?
should I stop?
taetae
no
keep going
mimin
oh
oh?
taetae
.
mimin
desperate baby.
I’ll tell you all about it
how good I felt
when he sucked me down
I cleaned up all good for him, you know?
pink and smooth and chubbed up
I said undies, right
I was in panties
the blue ones
taetae
which ones
YESS
mimin
;)
he dragged them down with his teeth first
trapping my cock against my belly
and teased me a lot :(
with a finger on my taint
bc of course he knows to massage the prostate from the outSIDE
little freak of a man
plays my body like a fiddle
he made me leak all over my belly button :(
but then he let me leak into his mouth :D
sucked me
like he was sucking on a straw
pretty sure I got a cramp in my toes
from how much they were curling
taetae
pretyy lil toes :(
mimin
yes
my dear lil foot fetishist
weirdo
ily so much
taetae
:((
mimin
don’t worry, jeongguk is not into that, I don’t think
but I can check haha
“Taehyung is getting off on this,” Jeongguk realizes, a little belatedly. “Oh. Oh.”
“I know.” Jimin buries his face in his hands. “I’m– I’m such a hypocrite. Dirty talking to my best friend and completely lying to you about it.”
“You forgot.”
“I did, but still.”
“No, you–” Jeongguk stops.
It’s really not… a bad feeling. He reaches deep into himself, looking for any trace of jealousy… and finds none. Finds something else, instead.
He turns to Jimin.
“It makes sense, if you think about it, honestly,” he says. Jimin makes an inquisitive little noise in the back of his throat, face still hidden. “I mean, only a slut would send stuff like this to their friends, right? I mean, sending nudes? Talking about the way you got fucked?”
Jimin gasps. Whimpers, a little.
“Is that why you’re always cleaned up down there? Even though I tell you I don’t mind? Because you like sending photos of yourself to everyone? Slut.”
And Jeongguk uses that word very purposefully. It’s a playtime word for them. A trigger that gets Jimin riled up like no other. Jeongguk would never use it in any other context, and Jimin knows that. Knows he’s only Jeongguk’s slut when they’re in bed. When they’re not serious.
And it always, always, goes straight to his cock.
He snaps his thighs shut now, body betraying him, and gives Jeongguk the stink eye.
“You know, you’re doing that thing again where you jump straight to being horny without actually telling me you’re not mad at me,” he grumbles.
Jeongguk’s heart breaks, a little. Jimin is just so adorable. And absolutely right.
“You’re right, baby.” Jeongguk abandons the phone in favor of bringing Jimin into the tightest of hugs. “I’m sorry. I guess sex is my way of showing I’m fine with something, huh?”
“A little bit, yeah,” Jimin grumbles into his shoulder, but it’s lighthearted. Jeongguk can tell he’s relieved, no matter how much he’s trying not to show it.
“Well, I’m fine with it,” he affirms. “I am. I don’t… Don’t know where the switch was, but, yeah. Now that I know you and Taehyung and the way you two are… yeah. As long as you’re just playing around, as long as he’s not trying to date you or steal you away from me… it doesn’t make me as jealous as I thought it would. The possessiveness is kink-only, I guess. See, I learn more about myself every day I’m with you.”
Jimin giggles into his neck.
“Good to know,” he says, plump lips brushing against Jeongguk’s skin innocently. “See, if I knew you were this sex-motivated, and that all it took for you to concede to anything was getting your dick hard… I would’ve been so much more toxic from the beginning of this relationship.”
He’s trying to tease, to seem like he’s even capable of doing something malicious like that, but it’s physically impossible for Jeongguk to take him seriously when Jimin looks like the human manifestation of the word ‘fluffy’. Dressed down, all domestic and clean and soft and his. So Jeongguk just bites at the underside of his jaw lightly, making Jimin yelp and pull back, a wide grin on his face that Jeongguk mellows out by smooching his nose.
“No, you wouldn’t,” he says, as sure of it as he is of the sun rising every morning. Jimin looks at him, gaze melted cherry ice cream, and Jeongguk loves, loves, loves him. “You wouldn’t. You’re too good for that. And that’s why it works. Because I trust you. Because I love you.”
The apples of Jimin’s cheeks turn pink. Jeongguk cheeses at him, so fucking happy he could die.
“Now, will you let me get off to this report of my sexual performance to a third party or no?”
Jimin cackles, then kisses him, sweet and quick and loud, and lets him.
taetae
so his ass eating game
10/10
his dick eating game?
mimin
honestly?
best blowjob I’ve ever received in my life
by FAR
11/10 would get blown again!
taetae
and you will
I believe in you :D
mimin
thank you bestie
oh but he didn’t swallow
we can’t all be ME I suppose
but guess what he DID do once I came
taetae
?
mimin
let it slobber all over me :)
made me all messy
wet and dirty and messy
and packed me back into my panties
and then rubbed me through them until I was overstimulated :(
the rough lace and sticky cum chafing my lil cock :(
I was twitching so bad
pretty sure there was another orgasm somewhere in there
I was too gone to tell :(
he’s such a meanie :(
meanie meanie meanie
taetae
i thought you said he took good care of you?
mimin
he DOES
he did
but he also teases :((
BUT he let me compose myself and cleaned me up before letting me return the favor at all
didnt rush me
made sure i was fine…
see?
good Kookie :)
taetae
good kookie with an even better cock
mimin
fksjjl you’re so desperate to hear about his cock
I’m starting to think you have something to tell me
taetae
no dummy
I;m thinking about your lips
y ou
mimin
oh, dummy, is it?
well this dummy just got some cummies in his tummy
taetae
im tyring to jerk ovf
mimin
ahaha sorry baby
you’re too easy <3
sigh alright
have I told you yet how pretty gguk’s cock is?
taetae
once or twice
mimin
because it’s VERY pretty
and big
and
hhhhhh
thick
fuck I’m salivating just thinking about it
Jeongguk hears Jimin gulp next to him. He’s not too far off himself, cock jumping at the attention.
mimin
I truly don’t get how he is so perfect in every single way
but he is
my hand can barely wrap around him, you know?
taetae
fuck
pretty little hands
cute
small
:(
mimin
not that small!
but… yeah
compared to him..
sometimes..
I feel very small
all over
tiny
and he’s not doing it on purpose
not condescending
just… he’s so BIG
and I feel so full
when he fucks me
when I’m choking on his cock
Jimin, the real Jimin, starts sneaking his hand down towards the waistband of Jeongguk’s gray sweatpants. He’s tenting, the shape of him clear as day through the fabric, and Jimin seems to enjoy it. Delicate fingers teasing the length lightly, rubbing soft, barely-there circles underneath the head. Jeongguk shudders and continues reading without comment.
mimin
I was so good for him, Tae
got the tip all nice and wet
fucking
kissed all over it
all over
took it slow
taetae
tease
mimin
yeah
made out with his dick for as long as he would let me
slow
made sure my lips were so fucking pretty for him
on him
red and shiny
plump
wanna put on lipstick sometime, mark him as mine
Jimin sneaks a hand into Jeongguk’s underwear.
Or, he would, but Jeongguk goes commando around the house, unapologetically, so Jimin’s palm immediately meets warm flesh, to both of their great pleasure, and Jeongguk lets out a little moan, just letting Jimin know that this is more than fine, that he’s so fucking turned on right now he could die. And Jimin, Jimin doesn’t need to do much more besides slide the band of the pants down to hook behind Jeongguk’s balls. A bit of pressure, a bit of restraint, keeping him in place, and Jimin spits into his palm for lubrication and starts stroking, in that same slow, teasing manner he has preferred from the very start.
mimin
only like
10% of him actually fit into my mouth
stretched me open like a whore
I wanted to die
death by cock
wanted him to spear himself into my throat
and of course he DIDN’T 😒
something about not wanting to ‘hurt me’
😒
but a girl can dream
Jimin lowers himself down from where he was pressing kisses into Jeongguk’s chest, to start pressing kisses to the tip of his cock. Jeongguk grabs a handful of his ass; now within perfect reach, wiggling practically into Jeongguk’s face, all round and plump and inviting, and if Jeongguk weren’t otherwise occupied, he would gladly do something about it. As is, he lets Jimin suck on his favorite lollipop, and lets his hand rest on Jimin’s lower back, subtly but wholly possessive, staking claim.
mimin
I love the taste of him so much, Tae
so much
taetae
mouth slut
mimin
I am
it’s just so… big
and thick
and meaty
and juicy
and meaty
it took me an embarrassingly short time to start gagging on it
but i persisted
just… fucked the back of my throat onto him
over and over
until my eyes were watering
actually I’m lying
I think I actually started crying at one point
and he kept saying I shouldn’t push myself etc
but babe
he’s addictive
taetae
I bet
bet you looked so fucking good
mouth wide open
red eyes
red cheeks
sweaty
eager
eager little slut
wet from all the tears and the spit and the cum
looking up at him
fuck
f uck
mimin
I did
I was
Iw as such a good boy for him
and he told me
stroked his hand through my hair
gently
told me I was doing so good
and then guess what
taetae
what
mimin
I asked him to fuck my face
taetae
and?
mimin
and he did :)
taetae
fuck
little fuckign baby
cant even take it
yet begs to be used
youre so silly
you know that, right?
mimin
I know
I know
I’m gonna throat him one day
but for now
this worked
him ramming into my uvula
tae the SOUNDS
that came from my mouth
🥺
taetae
wet lil mouth pussy
drooling all over himself
mimin
yeah
love it
loved it so freaking much
the way he grabbed my hair
held my skull in place
made me feel owned
and used
and loved
but mostly used
in the best way
I love it sm tae :(
want to have him in my mouth always
in me
on me
want his fat fucking load
taetae
did u swallow
mimin
yeaj
taetae
fucking knew it
fucking slut
mimin
ah
tae
he tasted so good
idk how
filled my mouth up
he slapped it on my cheeks
my mouth
my tongue
he turns into a beast when he’s horny
idk if he even knows
but I fucking love it
he wanted to pull out
but I pulled him back in
begged him to cum in my mouth
on my tongue
every last drop
made sure to milk him with my hands
tiny little hands :)
both of them
and then
I swallowed
tae he tasted
like heaven
idk if he was chugging pineapple juice or something
but
I’m actually addicted now
skfjskjddjjdks cock 🤤🤤🤤
“I wasn’t,” Jeongguk says.
Jimin makes an inquisitive little noise from where he’s bobbing his head on Jeongguk’s dick. Kitty eager to get its cream.
“You wrote here my cum tasted good, like I was eating pineapple. I wasn’t”
“Oh, I know,” Jimin pulls back to say, mouth detaching with a little plop. He licks up the string of spit hanging from his mouth and looks at Jeongguk, so casually filthy and erotic it makes Jeongguk’s brain spin, chest catching on fire. His little seductress. “It has gotten considerably worse since then. Must’ve been the hormones clouding my brain.”
Jeongguk slaps his ass as an act of beratement, because he can, and it’s perfectly positioned, and Jimin likes it, anyways, moaning a little upon impact.
“So why do you still swallow, then?” Jeongguk asks. “You don’t have to.”
Jimin just smiles, however. “Read on.” And gets back to business.
taetae
cumslut
always have been
always will be
a fucking walking dream for any cock owner
need to get you to a glory hole
fill you up for good
mimin
fuk
yeah
but only if we can clone jeongguk ten times
want dozens of his tasty fucking loads in me
want him to breed me
use me
fill me up
until I look fucking pregnant
distended
want him to jerk off into my cereal every morning
want cum facials
sjslfs tae im going crazy
is it actually possible to be this horny?
taetae
yeah
yeah.
mimin
oh, and tae
guess what?
when we were done
when I swished his hot cum around in my mouth and swallowed every drop
and he cursed above me like he’d just seen god
and he hugged me and bit my neck
(probably to prevent himself from ruining me in some way)
you know what he asked?
taetae
/
?
mimin
‘do you want me in you?’
he could tell I was fucking gagging for it
to get fucked for real
even though i had JUST swallowed his actual cum
he could tell how much of a whore i am
made me feel so…
taetae
yeah?
mimin
… so good
so he told me he would wait
until I prepped
so he could fuck me properly
the way i deserved
always
so I did
and he did
and the rest was fucking history
Later, in bed, when Jeongguk is coming down from his post-orgasm high and Jimin is licking his lips all self-satisfied, feline, Jeongguk remembers to ask.
“Hey, you’re… you’re okay with this too, right? Me getting off on your private conversations, et cetera?”
And Jimin just gives him a look, like Jeongguk is kinda stupid, kinda cock-dumb. Which he might very well be, he’s realizing.
“Babe, if I didn’t get off on it at least a little bit, I would not be sending anything to Taehyung in the first place.”
And Jeongguk just ohs.
It nudges at him, for a while after that. Whether they should tell Taehyung anything or not.
On the one hand, he’s somehow, kind of, sort of, involved in their sex life. They’re kind of using him, his name, his image, without his consent, and Jeongguk isn’t particularly proud of himself for it.
On the other hand, he was in the exact same boat, and finding out Jimin and Taehyung both touched themselves while talking about him had done nothing but make Jeongguk hot under the collar.
But Jimin said Taehyung wouldn’t mind not knowing.
… But Jimin also said Taehyung wouldn’t mind knowing.
“Hey, Taehyung is asexual, right?” Jeongguk blurts out one day, out of the blue.
They’re running chores together, which should be tedious and ulcer-inducing, if it was anyone other than Jimin he was doing it with. But it’s spring, and the weather is pretty fucking lovely if Jeongguk does say so himself, so he finds himself practically frolicking from the bakery, where they put down a cake order, to the plumbing supplies store, to get a replacement aerator for their sink, to the bank, where they insisted Jimin come in person and wait in line for an hour, only to re-sign a single piece of paper. And even that couldn’t bring Jeongguk out of his good cheer. It’s a perfect day with his beloved. Like every day with his beloved is.
Jeongguk is on freaking cloud nine with joy. He hasn’t let go of Jimin’s hand since they left the house, swinging it back and forth, playing with the rings on his stubby little fingers, or simply holding it there, close, for safety. He follows along, like a puppy on a leash, perfectly happy to do nothing but exist, mindless, brainless, just following along with whatever Jimin wants him to do. He’s kind of fucking crazy like that.
It’s at the bank, as he sits with his head on Jimin’s shoulder, watching the little numbers on the screen tick by, waiting for their turn, that the thought pops into his head, and won’t leave him alone until he asks.
“Hmm?” Jimin says, finishing up their grocery list on his phone before he gives his full attention to Jeongguk. “Yeah, Taehyung’s ace. Aromantic, too.”
“Right,” Jeongguk says, worrying at his bottom lip, and Jimin scolds him softly when he notices. “But he’s… he doesn’t… I mean, he–”
“You’re still thinking about the texts?” Jimin asks, not unkindly. “And the, I suppose, us of it all?”
Jeongguk nods, a little embarrassed, cheek squishing into Jimin.
Jimin hums.
“Well, he has no interest in any of it. Never dated, never slept around… Pretty sure he only indulged me because… well, I’m me. And he wanted to try it out too.”
They both take a long, slow breath, taking a moment to scan the area around them to make sure they’re sitting far enough away from everyone to justify having this conversation in public.
“But he doesn’t mind, you know?” Jimin continues. “He doesn’t get it, but he thinks it’s hilarious that people look at his face and feel sexual attraction. Finds it flattering, probably, the narcissist. Pretty sure he sold some nudes to help himself through college.”
“Nice,” Jeongguk says, surprised. “Good for him.” Because God knows he could have used the extra cash back then, if he had the face and the confidence for it. “But the, um.”
“The masturbating?” Jimin asks, and Jeongguk blushes bright red. They’re in public, c’mon.
“Don’t say it like that.”
Jimin giggles at his reaction. “Sorry, baby. You’re the one who started it. But to answer your question, yes, asexual people have needs, too. He just doesn’t want to do it with anyone.”
“Except you,” Jeongguk grumbles.
“I’m different,” Jimin preens. “I get him. I know what he’s about. The texting, the pictures? That used to happen even before he went overseas. I think it helps when we’re not in the same room. He prefers it like that. Helps that I’m easy on the eyes, too.”
Jeongguk groans.
“Two narcissists,” he complains
Jimin grins. “Yup. But he doesn’t mind… helping me out in person, either. Whenever I’m going through a dry spell. He does it for me. He doesn’t hate it, but we only do it when I ask.”
“And never again,” Jeongguk vows with a rumble. “You’ll never have a dry spell again. Not with me.”
“Sure,” Jimin presses a kiss to his forehead. “Whatever you say, puppy prince.”
Jeongguk thinks for a second.
“I think you should tell him.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Just… I don’t feel comfortable using him… his name in any sort of fantasy if I’m not sure he’s okay with it.”
“Okay, sweet bunny,” Jimin pets the back of Jeongguk’s neck with a smile. “We can do that. We can do it tonight over dinner,” he says, but Jeongguk quickly shakes his head no.
“Nope. Not while I’m present. I know I’m going to get enough shit from him as it is.”
“Okay,” Jimin concedes, easy as day, and Jeongguk honestly thought he would put up more of a fight. Huh. “Want me to tell him tomorrow? While you’re at work? And I’ll let you know when we get his blessings.”
Jeongguk nods, and then their number gets called, so he forgets about it until tomorrow.
When tomorrow comes, Jeongguk is so deep into sketching in his studio that he barely notices the ping of a notification on his phone.
It’s a text from Jimin. His heart immediately starts pounding against his ribcage.
🐥💕
tae said that it’s ok and he’s flattered
and ‘of course we think about him in bed’
because ‘who could resist this face’
-.-
kook 🐰💍
i do NOT find that man attractive
hello police
id like to report LIES
🐥💕
oh yeah and he told me to tell you he’ll make sure every interaction between you from now on is a living hell.
for you.
his words not mine
-.-
kook 🐰💍
menace.
tell him this:
“I won. you lost. suckaa!”
if you can make your fingers into an L shape and place them on your forehead as well
while you say it
I’d really appreciate it
he’ll understand the deep and complex message behind the gesture, don’t even worry about it
🐥💕
-.-
kook 🐰💍
(only if you feel comfortable with that my prince haha. I only mean to insinuate that I ‘won’ you in the grand scheme of life way because I got extremely lucky, not that you’re in any way shape or form anything less than a person fully capable of making your own decisions and that you in any way shape or form ‘belonged’ to taehyung or anyone else before ending up with me, for which I am extremely grateful)
my king
🥺
🐥💕
ok Tae just read that over my shoulder and threw up a little
he said you’re a ‘simp’
whatever that means
kook 🐰💍
OH YEAH?
okay well tell him that
tell him that uhhh
that uhhhhhhhh
🐥💕
he says he received your message telepathically
and he understands
kook 🐰💍
okay, well!
Good!
🐥💕
😊
kook 🐰💍
😁🥴🥰🥰🥰
🐥💕
🙄
see u at home soon bb 💕
kook 🐰💍
💗💗💗
Taehyung does, in fact, make Jeongguk’s life a living hell.
Or, more accurately, a waking nightmare.
The very next time they see each other, Taehyung gives him this big, shit-eating, sardonic smile, that practically spells out ‘I know how big your cock is’, and Jeongguk blushes so intensely Seokjin orders him to go splash some water on his face, because he looks like he needs actual medical attention.
And when the food is brought out, and Jeongguk prepares for his age-old bit of pretending not to like it, he’s halfway through a “Damn, Jin-hyung, what happened? This tastes like a–,” when he sees Taehyung’s eyes literally light up like he just won the damn jackpot, big neon warning signs flashing across his eyeballs of ‘How do you know what ass tastes like, Jeongguk?’ and he has to swerve at the very last second to say,
“A– a– a very nice meal. Thanks, Jin-hyung.”
Everyone looks at him weirdly. Except Jimin, used to Taehyung’s antics and able to read him just as well, who just squeezes Jeongguk’s thigh beneath the table for moral support. Yet Taehyung still looks like he won the battle. Just because he knows that Jeongguk is a certified booty muncher and Jeongguk is too embarrassed to admit that in public. But hell, maybe he shouldn’t be. The booty is Jimin’s. He should be shouting it from the mountaintops.
He won’t. But he should.
“So, what is it about, for you?” Jeongguk asks while he’s pounding into Jimin from behind.
He has the other man spread open, face down, ass up, limp with ecstasy, face buried into the pillow beneath him and fists clutching the sheets for support.
It’s not Jeongguk’s favorite position in the world– he much prefers looking at Jimin’s face, given the option– but Jimin just got a new tattoo, running down the length of his spine, so they’re running with limited options while it heals. It takes getting a little creative. Still, Jeongguk must admit, this is not a bad sight, either. Jimin’s lithe little waist writhing in pleasure; his ass, ricocheting off of Jeongguk’s hipbones; the fat of his love handles, onto which Jeongguk grabs for support; the sweaty back of his neck, that Jeongguk just has to lean down and run his tongue over, relishing in Jimin’s little shocked gasps; the tattoo that starts right below it, glistening and inviting, a line of the different phases of the moon snaking all the way down his back to the dip in his tailbone.
All of it makes a dizzying vision. One of which Jeongguk wants to take a picture. Paint it. Make it into a shrine. Keep it for a thousand years. Worship its memory. Devote his life to.
“Huh?” Jimin sounds off, so lost in the noises of slapping skin on skin, breathy gasps and moans filling up the room, that he barely hears the question.
Jeongguk slows down, taking mercy on him, still keeping rhythm, only this time more focused and steadier.
“Like, when you said you got off to talking about your sex life with Taehyung.” Jimin groans under him. This again, he’s probably thinking. “And the fact that I, well, bring him up a lot. Just wondering if, you know, there’s something special about him, for you.”
“Hnngh,” Jimin grunts into the sheets below him, clenching down around Jeongguk, which Jeongguk tries valiantly not to react to.
“Because, it’s not about him specifically, for me,” he continues. “It’s more about… The idea of it. Of a third person.”
“Of, ah–” Jimin chokes on his own spit, trying to talk. Jeongguk runs his nails down the side of his flank, watching goosebumps rise there. “Of someone watching. Someone’s eyes on me. Us.”
“Mm,” Jeongguk concedes, and picks up the pace, ever so slightly. He’s starting to get winded, too, a single drop of sweat making its way down the side of his face. “Yeah. You deserve to be looked at, you know? Fucking pretty. Fucking gorgeous, actually, speared on my cock.”
He’s very glad to hear that Jimin has an, at least, similar view on this as him. That he likes being observed. Feeling pretty, for someone’s eyes. No matter who it is.
Jimin moans like he’s in pain; or like he’s in so much pleasure that it’s crossed the threshold into pain.
“Pretty little slut,” Jeongguk whispers, and Jimin wails, like a kitten in heat. “Yeah. Take cock so well. Should have the whole world watching. Should have you on billboards, showing everyone what they’re missing.”
“Only– only you,” Jimin sobs, open-mouthed and drooling, and Jeongguk’s nails dig deeper into the fat of his ass. He speeds up, ramming into Jimin at break-neck speed, hip-bones meeting supple flesh where he buries his girth gut-deep.
“Yes, baby, I know.” He leans down to mouth at the tender sensitive skin behind Jimin’s ear. Hisses there, clipped and tense with want, “Only a slut for me. Only mine. Fucking– take a hundred cocks, a thousand cocks, you’d never be satisfied, right? Because you’re mine. My little cumslut. Cockdrunk whore. Sweet little mouth, so pretty and polite. Innocent. Fucking smug, knowing everyone wants you, and you won’t let them have you. Get off on it, don’t you? Like you’re too good for them. Too good to bend over. Yet you only calm down when you’re getting filled up, is that right?”
Jimin keens beneath him, desperate with want, throat rubbed hoarse from the inside and eyes sparkling with tears, with need, body all cushiony and sloppy, skin scorching-hot and red, slick slaps of his neglected, useless little cock against his own thigh echoing around the room and into Jeongguk’s ears. Jeongguk grabs it, reaching around Jimin’s waist and taking pity, listening for Jimin’s sugary, high-strung mewls as he fists the stubby, twitching little cocklet with no finesse at all, just squeezing and pumping with no rhyme or reason, in a way that’s bound to drive Jimin crazy, high-strung and right on the precipice of an orgasm.
“Fuck– fuck me,” he manages to choke out, plump pink lips spit-slick and loose. Dainty little eyebrows pinched together on his forehead, face spasming in sweet anguish. “So– deep– fuck– Yours.”
“That’s right,” Jeongguk says, nodding with his head pressed into the top knob of Jimin’s spine, which is arched to take Jeongguk deeper, deeper, begging for it, thighs spread open slutwide and muscles trembling, thick and overworked. “Mine. Only mine. My hole. My cock.” He squeezes, at that, making a point, making Jimin spurt a glob of honeyed precum onto the bed below, balls heavy and drawn tight. “My slut. Sucking me up. Want me to fill you up, baby? Show who you really belong to?”
Jimin nods frantically, hand joining Jeongguk’s own in an effort to reach climax, done with the teasing, the unsatisfying clench in his stomach, the satisfying feeling of being owned, at Jeongguk’s mercy. He must think that Jeongguk will slap his chubby palm away, like he often does, but instead, Jeongguk lets him. Shows kindness, because he’s right there as well, and together they knead at the head of Jimin’s ruddy cocklet, chasing release, like two animals in the embrace of hedonism.
“Plug you up real good, after,” Jeongguk growls. “Dripping with my cum. Want to take you outside like that, fuck, while you’re fucking, leaking, sloppy little loose cunt, so you always know who fucking owns you.” His hips stutter, falling out of rhythm, cock pulsating and heavy in the tight clench of Jimin’s ass. “Should fucking, make you talk to Taehyung like that. Fuck. Think he’d know? That you just got fucked good? Bred full? Tummy sated? Filled up with my fucking– kids– fuck.”
At that, he loses all control, hips shuddering once, twice, before he’s spilling hot gushes of white thick cum into the live, breathing receptacle beneath him, who taketaketakes it beautifully. Jimin, who’s sobbing, little ah ah ahs being fucked out of him as he thrusts back, impaling himself onto the throbbing cock inside him, relishing in the feeling of hot, sticky liquid filling him up, and it doesn’t take long for him to follow right behind, clenching and trembling, toes curling, spilling ropes of slick all over his fingers and Jeongguk’s, who knows the drill already, squeezes tighter, until it’s right past the point of pleasurable, twisting his wrist and spreading the wetness all over, until they’re both drained to the last drop, panting and steaming up the room with hot, depraved breaths.
He pulls out, slowly, making sure to milk himself into Jimin, not wasting anything, and he’s about to roll over and collapse, panting like he ran a marathon, when something stops him.
The sight of Jimin, ass a gaping pucker, glossy with lube, cheeks red and bruised from nothing else but the slam of Jeongguk’s hips into him; gloopy, sticky cum drooling out of him as he clenches around nothing, always so hungry, always so insatiable.
And usually, this is the point at which Jeongguk would get his mouth on him and suck it all up– First the residue on his right hand, the taste of Jimin saccharine and succulent, then the remainders of him from Jimin– until Jimin is oversensitive, toes curling, all the nerve endings on his body lit up, until his knees give out and he slumps over, right into the mess they both made, uncaring, unfeeling of any earthly sensation other than Jeongguk’s thumbs spreading him wide and Jeongguk’s tongue in him, lapping up everything he can get.
But now, like this– the tattoo a stark contrast, black on white skin flushed red, droplets of perspiration clinging to the unnoticeable hairs on Jimin’s body, spine twitching and rolling like he’s trying to keep everything inside for just that much longer– Jeongguk knows what he needs to do.
“Baby. Babe,” he pants, on his knees, hands fisting into Jimin’s quads and lips leaving hungry, open-mouthed kisses right on Jimin’s rosy, plump asscheeks. “Let me take a photo of you. Please. Please. Look so beautiful.”
“Mm, ’kay,” Jimin manages, the words coming out sticky and dry from his parched throat. Jeongguk promises he’ll get him a glass of water, just– as soon as he gets a picture. “Jus’– hurry ‘p. ‘s leaking out of me,” he mumbles.
Jeongguk kisses him, right on the perineum, because they’re silly like that, and rushes to get his camera. It’s the real deal, the one he got for his travel vlogs, spent probably more than he had on it, but he’s glad for it now. To be able to capture the perfection that is Jimin even 1% more accurately than a phone camera could, Jeongguk would give everything he had. Everything except Jimin himself.
He fumbles with the assembly, with the settings, the exposure and brightness and focus, all the while observing the wetness of Jimin’s skin slowly start to dry out; goosebumps rising in its place from the coldness of the breeze, where Jeongguk left the bathroom door open. They’ll be going there soon, anyway. And then, when he finally has the lense in front of him, watching Jimin through the filter of the machine… he lets go. Lets himself get lost in the planes of Jimin’s skin, the curves of his body. The way his cock hangs between his lovely thighs– and the way a dribble of cum, that made its way out of his ass and is slowly making the uncomfortable, sticky way down, is leaving a perfect trail of creamy white on the smooth, pink skin.
Finally, when he determines it’s been enough, or as much as one could reasonably expect when trying to capture an otherworldly being on a mere earthly instrument, he abandons the camera and lies on the bed, all the exhaustion catching up to him at once, and Jimin takes it as his cue to do the same, belly flopping down, bouncing once or twice, ass jiggling before he settles completely. Jeongguk wants to spank it, but they’ve probably had enough of that for today.
He also left his cum in Jimin. He’ll clean it up later, but… sometimes this is fine, too. Sometimes Jimin asks for it. Wants to feel it for hours after. A reminder.
Jimin peaks at him with one eye open, the other buried, along with his face, in the pillow under him. He brings his arms up, hugs the thing to his face, and observes Jeongguk, unabashed and almost childish with it. Sweet, candy cheeks red and biteable, eye blinking adorably where damp hair touches the very edge of his lashes. Staring at Jeongguk in admiration. Jeongguk brushes the hair behind Jimin’s ear.
“We should send the photos to Taehyung,” he says, just musing, thinking out loud. Not even thinking at all, actually, which he should have, judging by the way Jimin’s eyebrow jumps in surprise.
“... Really?” he asks, still panting, still trying to calm down from how hard he got fucked.
“Ah, I mean… Would he mind?” Jeongguk wonders.
“Would you mind?” Jimin fires back.
Jeongguk snorts. “Would you mind?”
Jimin thinks for a second.
“No, I wouldn’t,” he decides, and Jeongguk’s heart does a happy little flip.
“Oh. And would you… like it?” He has to confirm.
Again, Jimin considers. Jeongguk sees him roll his hips down, just slightly, almost unconsciously, against the bed, seeking some type of friction, and knows the decision has been made.
Jimin shakes his head into the pillow, disturbing his hair again. And Jeongguk fixes it again, easy as breathing. “Like it. Like being pretty.”
“The prettiest,” Jeongguk confirms, scratching all the way down Jimin’s scalp, making him arch and purr in satisfaction. “The best boy, just for me. Was anything today too much?”
Jimin hates the debriefs, but Jeongguk has to know, so Jimin indulges him. Shakes his head.
“Love it. Love you.”
“Love you too.” He leans down to kiss the very edge of Jimin’s mouth, the only part he can reach.
“Want… Like sending nudes. Like people looking. Praising.”
“But…?” Jeongguk asks, feeling there’s more to that sentiment.
“But not when I’m with someone. With you. Not… too risky.”
Jeongguk nods, understanding.
“Taehyung is not risky.”
Jimin shuffles closer to him, burying his face in Jeongguk’s peck, in his pit, throwing an arm across his waist while Jeongguk tugs him closer and closer around the shoulder.
“Taehyung is safe,” Jimin mumbles. “Kinky but… Safe. Won’t steal you away from me.”
“Or you from me,” Jeongguk laughs. “That’s where this all started, remember? But I get you. I got you.”
“Yeah.” Jimin smiles. “You got me.”
“So… we’re sending the pics?”
“Only the best one,” Jimin sniffs. “And you can only taunt him a little bit.”
“But–”
“A little bit, Jeongguk. If he catches wind of exactly how horny for possession you are, he's not gonna let you hear the end of it. Gonna laugh in your face while teasing you. Try ‘n make you jealous.” He sighs. “And my ass can barely take you when he’s not trying to make you jealous. So please.”
“Okay, okay,” Jeongguk laughs, endeared. “Understood. No taunting him. Only you.”
“Yup.”
“Unless you wanna get fucked extra hard. In which case you’ll let him know what’s what. And he’ll push my buttons without me suspecting a thing. And then I’ll take it out on you. Sexual style. Is that what I’m hearing?”
“... Yup,” Jimin says, with a gulp that’s piercing-loud.
“Alright,” Jeongguk smiles. “Good to know.”
Jeongguk observes Taehyung extra hard the next time they’re all together, to see if he will act any differently after the photo.
He hadn’t even said anything of note when Jimin sent it, Jeongguk staring hard over his shoulder and trying not to let the anticipation manifest itself in a different way (namely, in his pants). But all Taehyung had sent back was a thumbs up emoji, like he knew it would drive Jeongguk crazy.
“What does that even mean?” he complains, already aware he’ll be talking Jimin’s ear off about it all day. But Jimin just pffts and pockets his phone.
“Means he liked the pic. What’s weird about that?”
Jeongguk sulks. Even when Jimin hugs him. Even when he gets kisses all over his face and a consolation blowjob and his ass played with and ate, because Jimin knows just how to make him feel better. (Being rimmed is always a special treat for Jeongguk, because Jimin doesn’t particularly like doing it, but they all make their sacrifices for love.)
Point is, Jeongguk sulks. He doesn’t even know what kind of reaction he wanted from Taehyung. Maybe a Wow. A compliment for his photography skills, maybe. Maybe something sarcastic, a jab at Jeongguk, something that would stoke the fire in Jeongguk’s veins.
Maybe any type of hint that Taehyung wants a piece, wants back what he can’t have. Jeongguk bristles at the idea, just waiting to catch Taehyung in the act the next time he sees him. In the act of loving Jimin in a way he’s not supposed to, but nothing comes. Just a painful, barren silence.
And the kicker? Even if it happened, if Taehyung even so much as looked at Jimin the wrong way… Jeongguk’s not sure what he would do, at this point. A month back, he would have been ready to fight, no second thoughts.
But now?
Now, it’s good that he doesn’t have to find out. Because Taehyung acts completely normal, the next time they’re all together. At least, their normal. Hugging, touching, hanging off of each other, inseparable the entire night. Taehyung’s big hands around Jimin’s tiny waist, Jimin doting on Taehyung like a mother hen, pinching his cheeks and smoothing down his messy head of hair, and all along, it’s still just as platonic and friendly as they always were.
Yet Jeongguk watches on with renewed interest. Sitting across from them at the cafe Jimin wanted to try, one of Jimin’s feet trapped between his own beneath the table, a subtle reminder of who he ‘belongs’ to. He watches, as Jimin feeds Taehyung a bite of his ice cream sundae, then takes a bite of his own, with the same spoon that was just in Taehyung’s mouth. And it’s so innocuous, so basic of a thing to be doing with someone you’ve known for ten years, but Taehyung seems so… into it. Suspended in time, gaze boring into Jimin, laser-focused on the motion of Jimin’s mouth as he licks up the white cream from the corner of his lips. And Jeongguk notices, watches Taehyung watching Jimin, and pushes down the weird feeling beginning to stir in his gut at the sight.
There’s probably something weird about Jeongguk, to be honest. Something fucked up in his brain. Somewhere along the line, he got his wires crossed, and now his and Jimin’s sex life is spiraling, almost at the point of no return, inching closer and closer to slipping off the edge of sanity forever, all because of a friendship, a relationship, and a latent ownership fetish.
It’s why, when Jimin’s phone rings on their nightstand in the midst of their fucking, while Jeongguk is balls-deep and thrusting frenetically, and the caller ID presents a glaring ‘taetae 🐻’, Jeongguk blurts, simply, without even thinking about it:
“Pick up.”
Jimin whines in confusion, fucked dumb and ragdoll limp, covering his face with both hands– because sometimes he just gets so overwhelmed he has to pretend he’s not there at all, the only sensation allowed the even rhythm of Jeongguk pounding into him. Too slutted out to think clearly, let alone understand Jeongguk’s request.
He’s so sweet, spread open on his back, the flat pane of his belly flexing and undulating, nipples tiny and brown and tweaked raw. Jeongguk plays him like an instrument, never predictable, nipping at his neck, squeezing at his chest, then pinching at his cock until his whole body convulses, darling and divine in dulcet despair.
And when the phone continues ringing, and Jimin makes no move to answer it, Jeongguk has to repeat his order.
“I said. Pick up the phone. It’s Taehyung.”
He stops, then, abruptly, buried balls-deep, not giving Jimin an inch of leeway, so that he has to listen; strong hands holding his thighs against Jeongguk’s, locked together with sweat and perversion, suspended in anticipation.
Jimin lowers his hands to look at Jeongguk with a whimper, adorably confused and all-too trusting, and Jeongguk says nothing, letting him process, letting him make the decision. If he wants to play along, or be bratty and disobey instead. Jeongguk sees him, nose twitching, looking to the phone and back to Jeongguk, and he doesn’t even need to ask if Jeongguk’s serious, sees it in the sturdy nod he gives, and then he’s reaching out and pressing the phone to his ear, eyes puppy-wide and ocean-deep, imploring, staring into Jeongguk as he waits for whatever comes next.
Which is funny, because Jeongguk is trying to do the same thing. He has no idea what he’s doing, acting on impulse, pushing, prodding, waiting for Jimin to tell him where the line is.
It’s just that the line might be further than either of them could have expected.
“Hey, Taetae,” Jimin whispers into the phone, surprisingly clear and normal-sounding, tongue wrapping around the words like syrup. His pretty eyes keep staring up at Jeongguk, daring him to do something, anything, but Jeongguk… doesn’t. Just waits. “Not much. I’m at home with Jeonggukie.”
Not much, he says. It makes Jeongguk chuckle, a perverse joke just for the two of them, his cock buried in Jimin’s ass and Jimin clenching around him like a suction cup, yet speaking to his friend as if nothing were the matter. Jeongguk digs his fingers into the meat of Jimin’s thighs, a little zing, a little reprimand for being dishonest. Naughty boy.
And it’s good that Jimin’s voice is naturally babydoll-like, sweet and whiney and high-pitched, because it doesn’t even seem that out of place when he speaks, even though his cock is red and pulsating, jumping in excitement on his stomach, and his muscles are all but trembling with tension. Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps, choking down a moan.
“Mm no, we don't have it,” is what he says next, making Jeongguk raise a confused eyebrow. Jimin tuts quietly. “Have you tried looking behind the planter? By the entrance? I found my keys there the other day.”
Ah. Yeontan troubles, then. Menace dog, and forgetful, even-more-of-a-menace Taehyung, who insists on bringing all of his toys to their house whenever they’re having a playdate, and always, always leaves something behind. Almost as if on purpose.
“It’s there? Perfect,” Jimin smiles, relaxing into the pillow ever so slightly. “Told you he found a new spot.”
It’s like he forgets, for a second, the position he’s in. And Jeongguk can't have that.
He moves. Slowly, not all at once, but the drag of his cock surprises Jimin, who hiccups a little on an inhale. Hole clinging to Jeongguk on the outstroke, vice-tight, sad to see him go. Jimin doesn’t let it deter him, though, no matter what Jeongguk wants to see, and keeps the conversation running smoothly.
“This weekend? Nothing, why?”
He looks down at his nails, thinking. A classic Jimin tic, what he always does when he’s on the phone and bored. Examining his hands, manicured or not, distracted, considering whatever it is Taehyung said.
And that makes Jeongguk fume. Because, really? Bored? Distracted?
His next thrust is purposeful. Almost angry. And it fucks a little breathy moan out of Jimin when the ridge of his head catches on his prostate.
“W-we can go,” Jimin says, but it’s more of a gasp, little staccato breaths punched out of him in rhythm with Jeongguk’s shallow yet deep, quick jabs.
Their eyes are still locked on each other. Jimin’s pleading and sweet, a little confused, a little turned on, waiting for Jeongguk’s next order with bated breath. Receptive and obedient, docile and compliant, as always. Eager to please. And Jeongguk’s, hard and strict, but mostly because it’s hard to control his face when he’s so stupefied by the sight of this… this… specimen lying in front of him, allowing Jeongguk to see him, to touch him, have his way with him, vulnerable and trusting and loving. And Jeongguk wants to ruin him for it. As a reward.
There’s a prolonged silence, then, as he keeps fucking Jimin, nothing but the sound of slapping flesh and heaved breaths filling the room, when the next thing Jeongguk knows is Jimin is wailing, high-pitched, back arching, eyes shutting tight, head nodding frantically, and he’s gasping into the phone,
“Yes. Yes, yes.”
Jeongguk speeds up, realizing what’s happening, allowing it subconsciously, but he still slaps the meat of Jimin’s tits lightly, bringing his attention back to him, demanding an explanation with nothing but a twitch in his jaw.
So Jimin clarifies, mouth open and loose, tiny pink tongue coming out to wet, peach-supple lips.
“Yes, Taetae,” he hiccups. “I’m getting– ah, getting fucked.”
And Jeongguk growls, losing it, hips procuring a mind of their own, jackhammering into Jimin’s tight honeytrap of a hole with one-track purpose, cock being sucked in or maybe bludgeoning its own way there by any means necessary, taking command and creating a space just for itself. He’s overcome with something, jealousy, maybe, the knowledge that not only is Jimin sharing this intimate moment with someone else, not only is it his best friend, not only Jeongguk’s sworn enemy, but it’s someone who knows exactly what’s happening. Someone who has fucked Jimin already. Before Jeongguk. The person that took his virginity.
Someone who knows exactly what Jimin looks like, getting his ass pounded.
Jimin moans, and moans, heady and melodic, and then he moans a little too much, hand gripping the phone next to his ear with a little more force, hand coming up to slap over his own mouth in embarrassment, maybe, or maybe ecstasy, and Jeongguk knows that it wasn’t for him. Knows he had no part in pulling that reaction out of Jimin. And he’s about to get mad, or do something about it, he’s not sure what yet, but it’s the words that Jimin says next that really do him in.
“No, y-you’re not on speakerphone, ah–”
And Jeongguk’s hand acts before his brain can, snatching the phone away from Jimin with more force than may be necessary, but he can’t really care, not when Taehyung is saying something dirty to Jimin, making Jimin moan and clench around Jeongguk’s cock, and Jeongguk doesn’t know what it is.
“What did you just say?” he snarls into the phone, harsh and furious, not at Jimin, never at Jimin, but at Taehyung, this, this infuriating, insufferable, wart of a man. Jeongguk wants to punch him, or something vaguely violent like that, maybe bench press him in a show of dominance, perhaps threaten his life if he ever says anything inappropriate to Jimin ever again, but he’s not really in a position to do anything like that right now. The only thing he’s in a position to do is fuck Jimin, harder, taking out his unfounded frustration on him, not that Jimin is complaining, pressing his knees closer and closer to his face, hamstrings tightening and ass flexing open to take Jeongguk deeper, deeper, fat thighs jiggling against Jeongguk’s waist.
He remembers only belatedly to put the phone on speaker, throws the phone down onto Jimin’s stomach, right between his ribs, and repeats the question.
“What did you tell Jimin? Speak.”
Taehyung, curse him, hums, like this is just a Sunday stroll for him, like he’s not affected in the slightest, like he’s prepared to drag it out and tease and act coy until Jeongguk is actually mad with spite. The sound is a little blurry, a little vague and far away, but Jeongguk swears he hears two distinct thumps of Taehyung kicking his legs up onto a table, and then a very obvious and prolonged slurp of him taking a drink. Jeongguk hopes it tastes like paint water in his mouth, but knows it probably doesn’t. Unfortunately. His jaw sets in determination as he keeps fucking.
“Well, tell him, Jimin,” Taehyung’s deep voice sounds off, and Jimin jerks out of his stupor, barely conscious from how hard he’s being jostled up the bed, looking up to Jeongguk for approval before following the instructions. Yeah. Following the instructions of someone who isn’t Jeongguk.
… It’s new.
“Um– ah– he, he said that– ah– that I’m a– a slut, for, for, uhh– wanting an audience, even in my own home,” he rasps. His eyes are clamped shut, unable to do two things– speaking and seeing– at the same time. Sensitive baby. “Even in– fuck– my own bed, needed someone to see– fuck– hear, how good I was being,” he barely manages to get the words out, head thrown back, pretty line of his tender neck just begging for teeth in it.
And Jeongguk knows. He knows, that it’s all things Jimin approves of and likes hearing, knows that hearing it, being made to repeat it, is all going straight to his dick, driving him crazy with lust, perverted little fantasies playing in his brain, safe and sound in the comfort of his own home and his own two favorite people. But still. Something in him aches to defend Jimin’s honor. To tell him he’s not a slut, he’s the best boy, Jeongguk’s best boy, who the hell is Taehyung to question that, when he isn’t even here, or relevant, whatsoever?
“I told him to pick up,” Jeongguk spits down at the phone, imagining Taehyung’s smug face crumpling in embarrassment. Falling ill with the realization he is not the number one in Jimin’s life anymore.
However, “Oh, I know,” Taehyung says, smugly, like the smug bastard Jeongguk always knew he was. He wants to punch him so bad. “Jimin wouldn’t do this of his own accord. But he’d want to, wouldn’t he?”
It’s not clear which of them Taehyung is asking, so neither answers, Jeongguk silently observing Jimin’s face, scrunching in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut, mouth split open and kiss-starved, and Jimin, too far gone to even attempt speaking for himself. Just listens. Exists as the object of discussion.
“Little whore, isn’t he?” Taehyung continues, making Jeongguk’s eyes snap to the phone, flabbergasted and betrayed. How could he– how could– Jimin’s best friend just– just say– “You know, you got really lucky with him, Jeongguk,” he comments with a relaxed sigh. “Won’t find another slut for dick like that in the whole country. Once-in-a-lifetime cumdumpster, I’ll say.”
Jimin sobs; fat globs of tears pushed out of the corners of his eyes, wetting his face, and Jeongguk licks up the salty taste with concern. He’s conflicted, his brain wanting to slow down, abort his whole operation, reassure Jimin the way he knows best, with words and whispers and tender touches– but his lower half tells a different story, mostly because it’s Jimin who doesn’t even let him think about pulling away. Wraps his legs firmly around Jeongguk’s waist, heels digging into the top of his ass, squeezing him in. His arms come up and around Jeongguk’s neck, nails leaving welts in his shoulders, and it’s only then, pressed flush, when he feels how wet Jimin’s cock is with precum, that Jeongguk realizes how profoundly Jimin is enjoying this.
Realizes that Taehyung is not saying any of it for his benefit, nor Jeongguk’s. No, he doesn’t give two fucks about Jeongguk, probably, definitely, but Jimin, oh, Jimin loves it, loves being talked about, disregarded, like he’s not even there, treated like an object, reduced only to the parts of him good for pleasing others, being praised, in a roundabout, dirty, disgusting and degrading way. Reaches highs Jeongguk’s probably never brought him to before.
And it’s a victory against Jeongguk in and of itself, that Taehyung is so familiar with Jimin’s kinks, knows exactly how to make him come undone, to make him whine and ache and beg and cry… but Jeongguk can’t really bring himself to care, not when Jimin is so pretty below him, enraptured in the throes of desire, mind not even his, body submitted fully and wholly to Jeongguk and Taehyung, their words, their touches, their control. Theirs. All theirs.
“He is,” Jeongguk mutters, distractedly, to Taehyung, and it’s like a dam bursts. A decision made, a door closed, or maybe opened, welcoming in new, kinkier opportunities.
He leans down, cheek pressed right to Jimin’s, a silent comfort, but that’s as far as comfort goes. He makes sure to speak loudly, so that Taehyung can hear him, and says all of the things Jimin told him he wanted to hear, but Jeongguk never felt confident enough to say.
“He is,” he repeats, his voice strained from how much he’s holding back. All the emotions in the world are in his heart right now, just from the act of getting to fuck Jimin. He’s just a man, after all. He wants to sink his teeth into Jimin’s neck so bad, but he doesn’t, wanting his words to be the only zap of painpleasure Jimin gets for now. “Fucking perfect. You trained him well for me, didn’t you?”
And that comes out of nowhere, but once Jeongguk starts, he can’t stop. Jimin howls under him, and Jeongguk runs his teeth against his jaw, hips rutting into Jimin like a dog, like he’s mounting him, using him as nothing but a fuckhole, disrespecting him, borrowing him, breeding him. Breeding him.
“Sloppiest little hole I’ve ever fucked,” he drawls, growing hungry at the thought of it. “Takes cock like he was born for it. Just lies here and takes it.”
And it’s not even true, because Jimin loves his control, loves having the final say, holding the ultimate reins, being on top, riding, commanding, but on some level they all know, all three of them, that it could be. If Jimin was just one percent looser, hornier, less inhibited. He could actually let himself be taken advantage of so, so sweetly.
He could actually be the slut they all want him to be.
“Mm,” Taehyung drones from the phone, neither of them paying much attention, yet affected helplessly by the words. “He’s like a doll. Only there to be used. Service a cock and move onto the next one. Or, the same one, until he runs you fucking dry. Don’t know how I even survived high school. Little slut was insatiable since he discovered what cock was.”
“Shut up,” Jeongguk says, because he’s still finding the line, precarious in what is and isn’t allowed, and something about this whole situation is messing with his head, feeling like he took a hit of the most addictive drug. Wanting more, knowing he should stay away while he still knows what’s good for him. “Shut up. Shut up. I fuck him better than you. I do.”
Taehyung snorts, uncaring how distraught Jeongguk is. “Sure. Sure you do. But do you really think it matters to him? Little bitch would take a broomstick up his ass if it meant getting filled up. You’re not special.”
“Fuck you,” Jeongguk spits. It starts actually getting to him. The lies Taehyung is saying.
And Jimin, sweet little angel of a man Jimin, hears all of it, and– even with his head on cloud nine, even with his tongue lolled out and eyes rolled back and barely present enough to comprehend basic sentences– realizes how Jeongguk feeling, realizes he needs reassurance, and in his little mimiful cheerleader way, scratches deep welts into his back, a love that scars, that stains, that promises and protects and stays, pulling him closer to himself. Jeongguk appreciates it, even at the very border of his sanity, more than he could ever express, or ever give back. The only thing preventing him from collapsing onto Jimin is the angry fire Taehyung stokes in him, and the knowledge that Jimin is here. With him. With him. And he needs to be good.
He growls down at the phone, now trapped between their sticky bellies. “I’m the best he’s ever had, and you know it. And he knows it. I don’t care how many times you fucked him. Don’t care how many people fucked him. I know I molded him to my cock. Made him addicted. Only for me. My bitch. My toy. Mine. No one else’s.”
He’s out of breath, almost. Keeping up the olympian pace for far longer than he’s ever had to before, without letting up even for a second to breathe. He feels like a fucking dildo, strapped to a machine, like a piece of plastic, serving the singular purpose of fucking Jimin, powered by anger and hatred and also, probably, love. A lot of love.
Love for Jimin. Hatred for Taehyung. To be completely clear.
“Right,” Taehyung breathes, wholly unaffected. A little taunting. A lot smug. Like he knows he has the final ace up his sleeve, and just needs to pull the trigger. And he does. A chuckle escapes him. “Well, if you’re so enough, then why am I talking right now?”
Jeongguk reaches down and blindly hangs up in one swift move.
He throws the phone onto the carpet next to the bed, furious, done with Taehyung and his bullshit, tired and angry and frustrated, but also, kind of
Humiliated beyond belief.
And horny about it.
It makes something bubble deep within him, a need, a want, to prove himself, to fuck Jimin better, harder, to satisfy him, to own him and, more importantly, deserve him, to hear about how others have had him before and to know he has beat them all, to know that, despite everything, it’s still him Jimin comes home to. His cock Jimin worships.
Right?
He buries his face into Jimin’s neck, musky and clean, balls heavy with cum, drawn up and aching to blow, and ruts desperately, pathetically, with no rhyme or reason, into Jimin’s feverish hole. And instead of focusing on Jimin, like he wants to, instead of calling him a whore and a slut and taunting him for getting off on being observed by someone else, because that’s what the scene is about, instead of bringing Jimin to orgasm, instead of domineering and taking control and spinning the narrative in his favor, like he’s supposed to, Jeongguk
Just
Bursts into tears.
“Jimi– J’mn,” he sobs, begs, ugly raw howls ripping out of his throat against his will, blubbering like the pathetic, gross excuse for a man he is, can’t even fuck properly, can’t even pleasure his partner properly, just seeks his own release, weak, too weak to do anything but twitch into the sloppy hole beneath him, a slave to his own pleasure, an animal, stupid, stupid, stupid–
Jimin’s hands find his hair and grab. They grip, and pull, and twist, right past the point of pain, sharp awareness stinging Jeongguk out of his stupor. Jimin keeps him right there, in the junction between his neck and shoulder, not letting him move an inch from where he belongs. Soothing. Even better at this than Jeongguk, better at caring, better at knowing, always better.
Jeongguk snivels, hips quivering, cock stuttering, a pitiful little stream of, “Love you, love you, love you,” falling from his lips, the only words he can think of in the whole wide world. “L’ve you, so, so much, you– you’re– you–”
“Yours,” Jimin gathers his wits enough to purr, barely audible, but they’re as connected as two human beings can be, so Jeongguk hears it. Feels it. Feels that they’re both right on the precipice, just about to transcend all earthly feeling, about to enter another dimension all together, from how intense every sensation feels. “Yours. Yours, only yours,” Jimin whispers. Chants it like a prayer.
“And you’re mine.”
And that’s how Jeongguk cums. Enveloped, enraptured, owned, soul and body and mind completely at Jimin’s behest, Jimin not far behind, both of them lewd and twisted and confused and still, somehow, underneath all of that, loving and loving and loving, and Jimin holds him and Jeongguk lets himself be held, sure that, even if nothing else is, they’re going to be okay. Eventually.
It’s the first time their debrief is awkward, after sex.
It’s like neither of them wants to address anything that just happened, perhaps still processing it themselves, perhaps unsure how to breach the topic.
They don’t feel bad about it, Jeongguk is pretty sure. They have a rule to bring up any problems, even the teenies tiniest ones that aren’t even problems, just to prevent anything from snowballing. To prevent another Taehyung situation, so to say. But neither of them speaks, or does anything out of character; they just cuddle for a while, as always, pressed limb to limb, until the wetness and the cold gets unbearable, at which point they get up, towel off in silence, and start getting dressed.
“So, you–” Jeongguk starts, and stops, observing Jimin, who’s tying up the drawstrings of his at-home sweatpants.
Jimin looks up at him. Blinks. Jeongguk is in nothing but a t-shirt, eyes wet and nose stuffy, cock hanging spent between his thighs, and Jimin doesn’t even try to sneak a glance, nothing he hasn’t seen before (or every day. Or just, like, 15 minutes ago.).
“So,” is the only word he responds with. Not even an inkling of an emotion in there. His eyes give nothing away, not even when Jeongguk prods questioningly. He’s good at that, when he wants to be. And Jeongguk understands that that is an answer in and of itself.
So they both nod, and continue on with their lives like nothing happened.
Taehyung certainly seems to take it in stride, acting like this is all completely normal and in-the-ordinary. They’re all very good at pretending, they realize, but maybe that’s because they’re not pretending at all. Maybe it’s just the unspoken agreement that what happens beneath the sheets stays there, and nothing that’s said while chasing orgasm should be taken as real-life fact.
And what’s there to discuss, anyways? None of them regret it, nor do they seem like they want to take a step back to reevaluate, or change something, and they certainly don’t seem willing to be the first who’ll take a step forward, in any case, so, they remain right where they are. Eyeing each other, like a game of hot potato. Waiting for something to snap. For the proverbial straw that breaks the camel’s back.
Jeongguk is just losing a game of Overwatch when the lovely, bespeckled creature that is his boyfriend finds its way into his lap.
“Hey, baby,” Jeongguk says with a delighted giggle, abandoning his controller quickly and easily, more than grateful for the distraction, especially when it comes in the form of a lovely and squishy and warm Mimi. “What’s up?”
Jimin is wearing one of Jeongguk’s oversized hoodies– a rare, purple example in a sea of all black– and is looking particularly adorable as he seeks out warmth in the spread of Jeongguk’s arms. For good reason, too. The hoodie seems to be the only thing he’s wearing, and while the sight of his bare, smooth thighs should be provocative, when Jimin is acting like a giant, huggable teddy-bear, or perhaps a fussy little kitty cat sweetly asking for pets, Jeongguk finds it hard to think of sex at all.
Hard, but not impossible.
And when Jimin whines into his neck, shimmying a little in his lap, Jeongguk knows there’s only one mood his boyfriend could be in.
“Aww, is my baby feeling needy?” Jeongguk asks, nothing more than a whisper, sneaking a hand under the thick fabric to scratch at Jimin’s lithe back. Goosebumps rise on the skin there, and Jimin nods, wordlessly, so Jeongguk prods further. “Is my baby feeling… subby?”
At that, Jimin mewls even louder, and Jeongguk knows that there is exactly one thing that will calm him down right now.
A cock in his ass.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” Jeongguk teases with a grin, running both hands down, down the supple, warm skin, until they’re each full with a peachy, rotund globe of Jimin’s ass. No underwear, either. Of course. “Baby. Did you wait until I was done with the game?”
Jimin nods.
“Oh. Good boy.”
Jeongguk wouldn't have minded, either way, but Jimin deserves to be praised, no matter what. Always. And it gets a reaction, a satisfied purr, nuzzling into Jeongguk further at the praise.
He starts massaging Jimin’s perfect little bottom, enjoying it even when there’s no sexual element to it– it’s simply what one is supposed to do, with a butt like that presented to them. Worshiping it with religious reverence, jiggling and pinching and squeezing at the soft flesh, massaging and kneading it like dough, and call Jeongguk a baker, because he'd be happy to do nothing else all day long.
However, if it just so happens that, when Jeongguk’s middle finger slips too far into the middle, he finds wet, slick skin, then you can't really blame him when he prods further. When he finds that his finger slides inside all too easily, with little to no resistance.
“Prepped for you,” Jimin mumbles, cheeks puffed out and lips pouty and kissable, jutting out in a self-satisfied, proud way. As he should.
“Of course you did. Perfect boy.” Jeongguk whispers reverently, mouthing down the length of Jimin’s neck and shoulder. “Perfect. Just for me.”
“You,” Jimin repeats.
When he gets like this, he’s barely verbal. Deferring entirely to Jeongguk to take care of him. Think for him. Talk for him. Which Jeongguk does happily. Even if he likes to be a little mean about it sometimes.
“But not really just for me, am I right?” he asks, easing the entire length of his finger into Jimin’s hole, down to the knuckle, drinking up the sweet sound Jimin lets out at the breach. It’s a little uncomfortable with only one, other fingers bending out of shape, but that’s not the point right now. The point is to torture Jimin. By going as slow as bearable, for either of them. “No, you gave this ass to other people too, did you not? For example… Taehyung? Ring a bell?”
He says it deliberately, slowly, giving Jimin plenty of time to think and react and prevent what's coming next. Giving himself plenty of time to read that reaction. They have a safeword, but they rarely need it, because they rarely go places where just a stern ‘stop’ wouldn’t suffice. Usually a ‘no’ would mean no.
But now, Jeongguk listens carefully, and he catches the hitch in Jimin’s breath, the tightening of his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, and then,
“... Nooo,” a whine comes, contradictory to everything his body language is saying, ass sucking in Jeongguk’s finger so sweetly that Jeongguk just has to give him another one.
“No?” Jeongguk tuts, pushing in, stretching his rim as gently and thoroughly as possible. “And what do you say if you really mean that?”
“... Uncle,” Jimin whispers his safeword, a little grumpily, because he does not like being taken out of the moment, even a little bit, so Jeongguk rewards him with another ‘Good boy’ before continuing.
“So, you wouldn’t let Taehyung fuck you right now if he asked?” he asks, allowing himself some cruelty, now that he knows how much Jimin enjoys it.
“Noo,” Jimin insists with a wiggle, trying so hard to be taken seriously, despite the absolute state he’s in. His arms squeeze around Jeongguk’s neck for support. Cutie. “No. No, only you, just you.”
“Mm.” Jeongguk adds another finger, now up to three, the stretch already beginning to feel like too much. Jimin prepped, but he didn’t prep prep. Didn’t bring any extra lube, either, and moving him now would be an act against God, so Jeongguk gives up on that train of thought. Jimin wanted it to hurt, he realizes with a huff, which means all of his efforts to be tender were practically wasted.
He makes up for it with his words, making them as un-tender as he dares.
“What about back in highschool?” he asks. “You’re saying you weren’t a little sex crazed whore, letting your best friend have you whenever he wanted?”
Jimin reacts with a moan, a deep rumble in his throat, and fucks back onto Jeongguk’s fingers with more fervour. “N-no…” he lies, obvious.
“No?” Jeongguk asks. “And what about college?” He kneads the flesh of Jimin’s ass with the hand that’s not in him, helping stretch his rim in a way he knows is infuriating. Fucks his fingers in with quick snaps of his wrist, the squelch of the sparse lube still lewd in the silence of their apartment. “You weren’t the class slut? Didn’t have a reputation for giving it up easily? Didn’t let the football team run a train on you in the locker rooms?”
“No, no, no,” Jimin cries, shaking his head frantically, but his hips are gyrating, chasing pleasure, fullness, and his little cock snags on the hem of his hoodie, rough fabric giving him just enough of an edge to frot against. Jeongguk lets him.
And, really, he wasn't. Wasn’t that bad, at least, but he was promiscuous, self-admittedly, and self-admittedly, proud of it. It’s just that… He’d always wished he’d done more. Always fantasized that everything Jeongguk was saying was true.
“Interesting,” Jeongguk says, playing calm and collected, a stark contrast to Jimin’s unrestrained and heady. He grinds the palm of his hand into the little dip of Jimin’s crack, and rams his fingers in and out at an unforgiving pace. His fingers don’t reach his prostate, not at this angle, but still Jimin shakes, whines, toes curling, thighs trembling, unsure if he wants to escape the sensation or seek more of it. “Because I heard that everyone at that college? Thought of you as a slut. Spread rumors about you. Just waited to catch you alone, fuck the living daylights out of you. And you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?”
Jimin shakes his head vigorously, but the shakes slowly, traitorously, turn into nods, and Jeongguk finds it so cute, finds his small, writhing body so enchanting, that he has to get his cock into him right now.
“Okay, up,” he maneuvers Jimin away from him just slightly, keeping his fingers inside, because Jimin would cry if he was empty right now, and manages to wriggle the hoodie off of him one handed. The glasses go with it, but Jimin doesn’t seem to notice, or care. His eyes will be screwed shut in pleasure anyways, if Jeongguk has anything to say about it.
“M’cold,” Jimin complains once he’s butt naked against Jeongguk’s fully clothed body, goosebumps rising against every inch of exposed skin.
“Don’t worry, babyslut,” Jeongguk tuts, snaking a hand around his waist and resuming his motions with his other, now four fingers massaging Jimin loose from the inside. “I’ll keep you warm.”
Jimin nods, so agreeable and polite, and Jeongguk just has to pepper a million kisses across his lovely little face. And while he’s distracted, Jeongguk quickly slips his fingers out, slipping them back in from the underside of Jimin’s thighs this time, so that Jimin is proper riding him. It gives Jeongguk easier access, too, to the sensitive underside of his balls, smooth little taint, and, well.
“Y-you,” Jimin starts, face twisting in bliss as Jeongguk finally hits his sweet spot dead-on, mercilessly, punishingly. His mouth hangs open, eyes squeezed tight, and he’s so angelic with his blushing, rosy cheeks that it’s almost a shame what Jeongguk’s about to do to him. Almost. “You– your–”
“Yes, baby?” Jeongguk plays dumb, like he doesn’t know exactly what Jimin is begging for.
“Your– want your–”
“You just have to say the word, Minnie.”
Jimin sniffs, exhaling a little ahh, heart jumping at the nickname. He grinds down harder, rutting his balls against Jeongguk’s veiny forearm, and begs.
“Your… cock, Jeonggukie… In… in me. Please.”
He heaves, almost as if pained, but Jeongguk knows it’s an act. Knows that Jimin just likes to play up how sensitive and reactive and responsive he is. Well, just until Jeongguk makes him all of those things for real.
“Oh, but of course, baby,” he concedes with a smile on his lips. How could he not, after all? No one should be able to resist the call of Jimin, not when he's asking for this.
So cute. So well-mannered, when he wants to be.
Within a few seconds Jeongguk has his fingers replaced by a spit-coated cock. The head nudges at Jimin’s entrance, prodding with a false sense of modesty, almost shy, slipping in easy as anything for the first few inches, and then a tight fit, but they make it work, despite. Jimin as much as Jeongguk, pushing down, overworking himself, wanting more and more before he’s ready for it, needy and dumb and cock drunk.
“Easy, baby,” Jeongguk has to remind him, with a poke of his nose into Jimin’s neck. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
But Jimin doesn’t listen, of course. Just tries fucking himself down even further, even faster, even through the pain, even though Jeongguk is holding his cheeks spread open like a book with two white-knuckled fists and trying to pace him, Jimin insists, impales himself, down, down, until he gets what he wants.
Until Jeongguk is balls-deep, thighs flush to each other's, Jimin completely seated and heaving a sigh of relief like this is all he has ever wanted in life. Like he’s finally sated, finally satisfied, finally happy, and this is all it took. A cock in his ass. And, knowing Jimin, that might just be true.
“Take me so good,” Jeongguk whispers, looking down at Jimin in awe, his plump little body, perfect pouty lips, begging to be loved on, begging to be kissed. So Jeongguk does, licking into Jimin’s mouth and sucking on his tongue like it’s the sweetest popsicle in the world, taking, drinking from him like from a fountain of youth.
Jimin starts riding, but it’s weak. Too overwhelmed to pick up any kind of considerable pace, mostly just circling his hips where Jeongguk is nudged into his sweet spot and not even smart enough to remember he can touch his own cock, too. He just sits there, dumbly, goosebumps rising on his skin, a bit of drool making its way down the corner of his mouth. Adorable and slutted out.
So Jeongguk takes matters into his own hands. Literally, slapping Jimin’s ass both-handed, just once, just to hear him moan, before he’s holding him up and planting his feet firmly on the ground, and fucking up, up, up, into the tight sweet vice-grip.
“Would get fucked 24/7 if you could, wouldn’t you?” Jeongguk grunts, working up a sweat. He’s extremely glad he took up the gym when he was still a teen, even if it was all just for this one moment. Just so he can fuck Jimin the way he deserves, without his muscles getting tired. It was all worth it. “Fucking born to be speared on cock. Little cunt sucking me up.”
Jimin pants into his neck. Nails digging into Jeongguk’s collarbones.
“I can’t keep up with you, you know? Only one of me, and this ass deserves to be used to its full potential. Deserves more than I could ever give it. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Jiminnie?” he clicks his tongue in faux disapproval. “Servicing a whole line of men? Taking load after load, not even seeing their faces? Until you’re stuffed full, really stuffed full, belly distended and pregnant with cum? Would you want that?”
Jimin whimpers, cocklet spurting precum onto Jeongguk’s clean clothes helplessly. He shoves his face into Jeongguk’s chest, lets himself be used like a fleshlight, loose, pliable, bouncing on cock, lets himself be talked down on, and loves it.
“Or maybe not a whole line of men. Maybe just one man, huh?” Jeongguk pauses, giving Jimin a chance to protest, to safeword. He doesn't, doesn’t react at all, just takes the reprieve, clenching down to really feel the girth of Jeongguk inside him, straining against his walls. Slut. “Hm. Should bring you to Taehyung, gagged and naked, and just let him loose on you, don’t you think? Think he’s been missing this hole? There’s no way he hasn’t, right?”
Jimin yowls.
His whole body convulses, jerks, toes curling, a deep sense of satisfaction and something more filling him up, and he slips fully into that floaty headspace. A space in which he's not Jimin, but instead everything and anything Jeongguk says he is. In that moment, he is the slut he's always wanted to be. He is the free use whore, the local cum dumpster, the party favor. And it's so good his throat chokes up with tears, tears of relief, of happiness, satedness.
“Yeah.” Jeongguk mutters. “And ‘m just gonna sit there, watch you getting fucked. Good fuckdolls deserve to be shared, don’t you think? Fucking shame to waste them.”
Jeongguk pets down the expanse of Jimin’s back. Their movements are nothing more than twitches now, tiny, miniscule jumps, but even those seem to have Jimin in a state, each touch feeling electrifying and monumental.
“Or maybe you could take both of us. Hmm? Imagine that.” Jeongguk brings a finger down to feel at the place where they’re carnally connected. The wet slip-slide of his cock, the creamy, frothy remnants of lube and precum from his frantic strokes surrounding Jimin’s opening. He rubs there, at Jimin’s stretched rim, listening to him struggling to breathe properly, barely audible. “Yeah? Take two cocks at once? There’s no way you wouldn’t feel full enough, then. Think two cocks will be enough to satisfy this whore?”
Jimin sobs, nodding his head.
“Yeah,” Jeongguk says. Pulls his cock all the way out, and, while Jimin is still gaping, pushes it back in, now with a finger in addition. The stretch is new, and uncomfortable, and perhaps awkward, but it makes Jimin produce a positively animalistic sound from the back of his throat, so Jeongguk thinks it’s well-received. “Yeah. Yeah, just like that. 'Have you riding me, and have Taehyung come and take you from the back. Both of our cocks in you. He’s not small, either, right? You’d be fucking gaping, fucking split open. Torn into two. And you’d like it, wouldn’t you?”
He teases Jimin’s cock with light little slaps here and there, never touching properly, wanting him to come just from this. Just from Jeongguk’s cock and his words. Or, at least, Jeongguk wants him to be tortured for as long as he can physically take before breaking, before begging for help. Jeongguk wants to take him to the very brink.
“Or maybe we should use your mouth. Why waste a perfectly good hole, right?” he laughs dryly. The words spill out of him, unplanned, unbidden. “Pretty little thing, made to be covered in cum. Made to swallow. Would you want me or Taehyung, huh? Which one of us should fuck your sweet little throat?”
“I– I don’t–” Jimin struggles. His hips are spasming uncontrollably, uncertain if he wants more of the sensation or to get away from it, spasming in indecision. Jeongguk holds still, letting him struggle. Yet, he presses.
“Hm? C’mon, tell me. Which one? Or can you not decide? Want us both at the same time? One in each hole? Spit-roasting you?” he laughs mockingly, a bitter little huff. “Fuck, Jiminnie. I knew you were a slut, but I didn’t know you were that much of a slut. Want your body filled from both sides? Want two thick loads in you? Want us to meet in the middle?”
And that’s when it happens. Jimin clenches down, ass sucking in Jeongguk’s cock and finger, and he comes untouched. Cocklet spurting cum pitifully, suspended in motion, not even breathing, mouth open in a breathless scream, and Jeongguk would be worried for him, if Jimin didn't look positively angelic, divine in his bliss.
He must be imagining it. Everything Jeongguk was talking about. Which means he must be imagining Taehyung. And fuck if that doesn’t make Jeongguk extra hard.
He brings a hand down to help Jimin through it halfway through. Prolonging it, or maybe bringing him to another orgasm entirely, pulling even more cum out of him with a curled, bruising-tight fist.
It goes on until Jimin is oversensitive enough to tap out, little pained moans leaving him subconsciously. His head and hand are resting on Jeongguk’s chest, moving with every breath he takes, and Jeongguk pulls out slowly, still hard, plugging Jimin up with two fingers to ease the discomfort of being suddenly empty. He gives Jimin time to recuperate, to come to his senses, to find his tongue again after what Jeongguk knows was a climax like never before.
He predicts Jimin won’t be in the mood any longer, as they tend to stick to shorter scenes when they’re this intense, either mentally or physically. Jeongguk didn’t get to finish, but that’s irrelevant. He can hold off. He can go blue-balled, even, if it meant Jimin was safe and not overwhelmed.
But the first thing Jimin asks, after gathering enough strength to speak, still panting, fucked brain-dead, is, “W’na cum on my face?”
And Jeongguk’s heart aches. He will never understand what he did to deserve an angel like this for a boyfriend. Will never stop praying to every God out there, thanking them for putting Jimin on this earth for him to find.
And he shakes his head, for all of the reasons listed above. But Jimin begs, a tinny “Please,” making itself known, and Jeongguk realizes it's more of a selfish request than a selfless one. His baby boy wants his cum. And who’s Jeongguk to say no?
He doesn’t want to disrupt Jimin from his comfortable position, not while he’s slowly coming out of subspace, doesn’t feel good about moving him to lay on the couch or, even worse, getting him down on his knees, so he compromises. He plugs Jimin up with his left hand, and starts jerking off awkwardly with his right, right into his palm.
He just wants to get it over with as quickly as possible, so he can go run them a bath and massage lotion into every muscle on Jimin’s body and feed him and care for him, but despite his best efforts, his mind strays. Because even though his arms are full of Jimin, and his nose is breathing in the sweet scent of his baby-soft skin, and he knows he needs nothing more to make himself come– his eyes close of their own accord, and his brain starts conjuring up images.
Images that were, perhaps, always there. In hiding.
Images that Jeongguk told himself he was only entertaining for Jimin’s sake. Trying to talk Jimin into an orgasm. Saying all sorts of wild things for Jimin’s sake.
Jeongguk never thought he’d allow himself to, dick in hand and so close to release, think back to his own words, his own imagination taunting him in the worst and best way possible, haunting him in an ironic twist.
A series of pictures flashes rapidly on the backs of his eyelids.
Of Taehyung and Jimin, mainly. To Jeongguk’s mind’s great displeasure and his cock’s great pleasure, if the way he twitches in his own hand is anything to go by.
Jimin, split open on Taehyung’s cock, legs spread wide for Jeongguk to see the push of it in and out of his gaping, wet ass. Taehyung’s big hands stretching him open, showing him off. Showing Jeongguk how well he’s fucking him. Bragging, boasting, allowed to touch while Jeongguk is not.
Jimin, on his knees for Taehyung, getting his throat fucked until he’s crying, blotchy red face streaked with tears and spit. Being choked and gagged, ruthlessly abused, until he’s gathering up all the white cum on his tongue and letting it run down his chest, showing off to Jeongguk proudly. Smiling, happy and absolutely wet and obliterated, red cheeks being slapped on by Taehyung’s spent cock.
Taehyung, coming up behind Jimin while Jeongguk is fucking him, just like this. Coming into the room while Jeongguk is bouncing him on his lap, and staring down over Jimin’s shoulder. Urging him on. Goading him to fuck Jimin harder, faster, to prove that he’s better. To prove that he’s good enough to make Jimin forget about the memory of Taehyung’s cock entirely.
Judging Jeongguk’s performance, comparing and contrasting, belittling, asking Jimin to confirm who’s superior, having complete confidence that he’ll win. Making fun of the way Jeongguk moves, the noises he makes, the way his fingers slip where they’re gripping onto Jimin’s ass, clammy with sweat. Even though he’s a stranger, and fully dressed, and Jeongguk literally has a cock in Jimin’s ass right now, Taehyung still thinks he’s superior. That Jeongguk could never measure up.
And, in the fantasy, for some reason…
Jimin agrees.
He whines, unsatisfied, rocking on Jeongguk’s cock, yet looking over his shoulder and begging for Taehyung instead. Paying no attention to Jeongguk at all. His cocklet even– Jungkook looks down in the fantasy– goes soft.
And that’s what pushes Jeongguk right over the edge. His hand moves rapidly over his dick, and he can’t stop the frustrated grunts that come out of his throat as he cums, hating himself for what he’s cumming to, yet holding onto the mental image until the very last second, unable to stop.
He dispels the thought frantically, as soon as he’s drained. Any semblance of Taehyung or Jimin being mean to him needs to go. He locks it all up and throws away the key. Not even attempting to delve into whatever part of his brain decided that that was okay.
He spills right into his own palm, squeezing at his cockhead desperately until he gets a puddle of cum for his efforts. He presents it to Jimin wordlessly, and gets a slow, fucked-out blink of approval before he spreads the spunk all over his face. Rubbing it into his skin. Painting a perfect, messy picture. Delicate eyelashes and cherub cheeks and plump lips absolutely defiled by Jeongguk’s semen.
“Alright,” Jimin breathes once Jeongguk is done. Once every single inch of his face is covered. His eyes snap open and bore into Jeongguk’s. Piercing, lucid. “Now take a photo.”
And it’s a good thing Jeongguk just came, because if he didn’t– if that was someone else's cum all over Jimin’s face, for example– he's sure he would’ve been a goner just from the words alone. It's also a good thing his phone is right next to them on the couch, because moving from their position should be an actual punishable criminal offense. Plus, he can’t say he doesn’t want a memory of this moment right here to jerk off to for years to come.
Although he has a suspicion Jimin is asking for the photo for an entirely different purpose. Has a feeling the photo will be property of one very ungrateful recipient by the end of the day.
Jimin’s eyes meet his through the lens of the phone, and Jeongguk sees something in them. A challenge, maybe. A hint of truth. Daring Jeongguk to take the next step. To finally do something.
And perhaps Jeongguk will.
Thing is, once Jeongguk thinks about it, really lets himself think about it… He kind of can’t stop.
Can’t stop thinking about them. Looking at them. The way Jimin fits under Taehyung’s arm, in his lap. The way he’s so much smaller, a perfect cute dollie in the embrace of a big, stoic Taehyung.
The way Taehyung is usually the one being babied, letting Jimin play with his hair and squish his cheeks and never complaining, but he also has these moments where he’s so… subtly and entirely domineering. Grabbing Jimin’s hand before he can pick up the check at a restaurant. Pulling him by the back of his shirt when they’re crossing the street and Jimin is too distracted to watch out for himself. Adjusting Jimin’s necklace, almost an afterthought, wholly unaware of how intimate the motion of his fingers on Jimin’s porcelain neck is. And Jimin doesn’t seem to notice any of this at all. Why should he? It’s the way they’ve always been.
It does something to Jeongguk.
He hates it, hates the way his stomach twists. Hates himself for looking, hates himself for noticing every little touch like a hawk, hates himself for not saying anything, not putting a stop to it, or even just bringing their attention to how weird it is.
But most of all he hates the way it all makes something hot stir in his veins, and the fact that it’s probably not jealousy at all.
Now, does he actually want to see them having sex?
… He doesn’t really know.
But would he mind it?
… No. Probably not.
And somehow, he has a feeling Jimin might be in the exact same boat.
Jimin, who gives Jeongguk the fuck me siren eyes whenever he’s next to Taehyung and catches Jeongguk staring. A challenge. Who takes them out clubbing, gets them all drunk, and grinds on Taehyung on the dancefloor, while Jeongguk watches, stewing in envy, in jealousy or maybe plain and simple desire. He takes a sip of his drink, the hard stuff he wouldn’t normally touch, and fights off the tightness in his jeans when he sees Taehyung’s big hands grabbing Jimin’s tiny waist, pulling him back onto his front, swaying, gyrating with the thrum of the music.
Jeongguk joins them, of course, wanting to establish dominance, or maybe falling right into their trap, and he stands in front of Jimin, touching, possessive, but he doesn’t tell Taehyung to fuck off. He can’t. They cage Jimin in between them as they sway in a mass of bodies, and Jeongguk’s too heated to think straight, but he’s aware of one thing.
When he finally snaps, Jimin doesn’t look surprised at all. Jeongguk corners him in their kitchen, and asks the most simple question he can think of:
“Okay, are we gonna fuck Taehyung or not?”
Jimin takes a drink of water slowly, too calmly for Jeongguk’s jittering nerves, scanning him up and down with those all-knowing eyes, and answers as he puts down the glass.
“I don’t know. Do you want to?”
And Jeongguk feels like pulling his hair out.
“We should talk, shouldn’t we?” he asks dejectedly instead of getting mad, because he’s an adult damn it, and Jimin agrees, seating them both down at the kitchen table.
It doesn’t feel like a heavy, relationship-ending conversation, to be clear. The air is light as it goes into Jeongguk’s lungs, and the familiar whirr of their fridge is a calming undercurrent to what is bound to be the weirdest moment in their relationship so far.
“Okay, so,” Jimin starts. His pinkish lips curl around the words. He’s so princely, elegant, even in homewear, damp from his shower, fingertips smelling like garlic and cinnamon. “My problem is I’m getting a lot of mixed signals from you.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, then reaches over and does the same to Jeongguk. Weirdly, it makes Jeongguk feel like a princess. Just a pretty girl, being courted by hyung. Whatever. He tries not to blush, but knows it’s moot. Even when they’re having a mature, relationship-defining conversation. Even then.
Jimin is oblivious to the effect he has.
“I know it’s all kink, and whatnot, but one day you’re jealous of how close Taehyung and I are, wanting me all to yourself, and the next you can’t cum without bringing him up somehow. It… it doesn’t feel like just fantasy anymore, does it?”
Jeongguk sighs and shakes his head.
“I mean…”
His tongue feels weird in his mouth– words were never his strong suit, after all. But Jimin waits for him patiently.
“I love you. And I want no one else but you, for the rest of my life. And I want you to want no one else but me,” he says, gulping down his fear. “But. I have recently realized that… If you want it, and if we’re just doing a scene with someone we trust… then maybe, possibly…” Jeongguk struggles. It’s hard having to encompass everything he wants in just a single sentence, when what he wants is so much. “I would find the idea of… sharing you… hot.” He gulps. “If you’re in any way into that.”
Jimin smiles. Blinks slowly, like a cat.
“I am.”
“Oh,” Jeongguk says.
“Yeah.”
He feels the tips of his ears heating up burning red.
“Well. Good!”
“Mhm,” Jimin concedes, his tone ever so amused. He always has enjoyed torturing Jeongguk. “So?”
“So?” Jeongguk jumps.
Jimin giggles. Reaches over the table to hold Jeongguk’s hands. Seeks out his eyes so Jeongguk can know he’s serious. And says, “Are we doing it for real or not? It can remain just a fantasy. I am perfectly satisfied with our sex life as is and don’t need anything or anyone else, ever. I know it’s a meme at this point but you are, genuinely, the best I’ve ever had.” Jeongguk ducks his head down in embarrassment. Sue him. “And a big part of that is honesty. So, I’m asking you to be honest with me right now. Do you think having Taehyung in our bed would ruin us?”
Jeongguk doesn’t even have to think about that one, at this point. Because he’s spent over half a year thinking, and now, it’s time for doing.
He shakes his head no. Bites his lip.
“I think… I would feel affirmed if you… you know,” he says shyly. “Slept with someone else… And came back to me.”
“And you know I would,” Jimin responds sweetly.
“I know,” Jeongguk nods, not aware of how much he believed it until this very second. “But also, I… want to watch? Want… need to be the one in control. Need to know that if I say stop, we stop. That you’re only with him because I allow it.”
It’s too much, maybe, crossing the border, blurring the lines too much between fantasy and reality in a way Jimin didn’t expect, or want. But it’s out there now, and Jeongguk can only wait for Jimin’s answer with bated breath.
And thankfully, a breathy “Yes” comes, and Jeongguk feels relief rushing over him like a physical wave, overwhelming him, knocking all the air out of his lungs; leaving space to be filled up with something new. Hope, maybe.
“Oh,” he breathes, long and heavy, buoyant. “Okay?”
Jimin grins, flowers blooming and stars being birthed in the night sky. The moon shining and shimmering on the surface of an ocean. Just for Jeongguk, a lonely sailor, lost and now found.
“Okay.”
Their hands squeeze together. Communicating through touch alone, like always. Knuckles white, fingertips leaving bruises into the other’s skin.
Words aren’t that important anyways, Jeongguk’s realizing. Not when you have the right person in front of you.
“So do we just… spring this on him?” he blurts. Words will be needed when dealing with Taehyung, that’s for sure.
Jimin hums, pulling back only slightly to think. “Mm. Should probably arrange the scene beforehand. Just so all parties know what they’re getting into.”
Jeongguk nods slowly, cogs turning in his brain already. “Movie night is on Friday…”
“It is,” Jimin purrs.
Mischievous eyes meet starry ones.
“So we’re doing it? Really?” Jeongguk squeaks.
Jimin smiles, cheshire cat-like, shimmies his shoulders excitedly, and makes Jeongguk’s stomach flare up with butterflies in turn.
“Guess we are.”
Jeongguk couldn’t tell you what movie they’re watching for all the money in the world.
He spends the days leading up to the night a nervous wreck. Not even Jimin can help, giggling and assuring him everything will be fine. Okay, using his ass as a stress ball does soothe Jeongguk a little, but unfortunately it’s not a permanent solution.
He feels like he’s about to burn two holes through the TV screen with how hard he’s staring– aware of nothing but his eyes drying out, body too tense to move, and the heat of Jimin next to him. And of course, the vague, looming presence of Taehyung next to Jimin, all sharing a single throw blanket and pretending there’s not a thick fog of anticipation in the air.
Jeongguk’s buzzing with nervousness. He’d fiddle with his piercings if he didn’t think it’d draw unnecessary attention, so instead he just pinches at his own thighs until it hurts, hidden from view. He’s pretty sure Jimin and Taehyung are cuddling– Jimin's head on Taehyung’s shoulder, Taehyung’s fingers running through his hair in a hypnotizing cadence, or at least that’s what it looks like from the blur in his peripheral– but he’s too afraid to move his head and make sure.
The thing that brings him out of his reverie, at a point in the night when he’s already sweat palm prints into his pants and bitten his lower lip raw, is Taehyung.
Taehyung whispering, to be specific.
Jeongguk can’t make it out, but he risks a glance sideways and sees him huddling together with Jimin, conspiring. A blush forms on Jimin’s face listening to Taehyung, hard to make out under the dimmed lights of their living room, but Jeongguk is fine-tuned to Jimin like a swiss clock, and knows the tell-tale signs; recognizes the puckish little smirk before it even blooms, and knows it can only spell trouble for him.
As foretold, two twin sets of eyes turn to him in spooky unison. Jeongguk gulps, having a feeling none of them will be getting back to the movie for the remainder of the night.
Jimin smiles; this time, only for Jeongguk. A sweet, reassuring smile, that stretches his lips like rice cake, bunches up the apples of his cheeks like apple pie. He presses a kiss to Jeongguk’s temple, then on the tip of his nose, and it’s actually ridiculous how quickly it calms his racing heart. Like Jeongguk’s own personal little anxiety medication pill.
And when Jimin pulls away, Taehyung replaces him. Yes, leaning over Jimin, right into Jeongguk’s space, lips inches apart, and for some reason… It’s not as terrible as Jeongguk thought it would be. Taehyung palms Jeongguk’s face with one hand, and in the second it takes Jeongguk to realize what’s happening, Taehyung is doing it.
Taehyung is kissing him.
It’s chaste– a ‘hello’ kiss, maybe. A kiss to get to know each other. A kiss to get them all on even ground. Perhaps for formality’s sake, as they had agreed upon it beforehand, but Jeongguk does feel about a hundred times better now that the so-called love triangle has completed its third angle, and they’re all in the same boat. It’s a good way to be reminded that none of this is happening with a stranger.
It’s just Taehyung, their friend, and they both know him, and trust him, and this won’t ruin their friendship, nor their relationship.
It won’t.
Taehyung settles back as soon as he deems Jeongguk relaxed enough, and then they… get back to the movie.
Kind of.
Taehyung and Jimin keep cuddling, pretending to ignore Jeongguk, but Jeongguk just got the signal, and knows it’s his turn with the playing cards. Knows it’s his move to open. And knows both of them are waiting with bated breath to find out what he will do.
Jeongguk’s right hand slowly, determinedly, makes its way across Jimin’s thigh, and lands smack-dab in the middle of his crotch, right on his dick.
Jimin jerks up instinctively, but covers it well, nonchalantly shifting under the blanket and settling back into the couch like nothing happened. Taehyung’s look is curious, then knowledgeable, but he pretends not to realize, leaving them to it. Jeongguk, emboldened, squeezes, feeling the member in his hand slowly start to fill out, chub up, stimulated by nothing more but a few unarticulated movements over two layers of clothing.
So sensitive.
Jeongguk has always loved Jimin’s little cock, if he’s being honest. Even though it’s not even that small, as Jimin will insist with a doughy pout, it’s… proportional, to be certain, and Jeongguk is fucking shamelessly obsessed with it.
The way it fits into his hand, being enveloped entirely, soft and plump and yummy. Or into his mouth, where Jeongguk can just about fit all of it without choking, drooling and lapping it up like the tastiest treat. The way it’s so perfectly pink and smooth, down to the balls, only slightly curved upwards, and thick and chubby and cute, just like the rest of Jimin. And, yeah, it’s not that small, as Jeongguk’s ass will testify, but it’s even perfect when Jimin fucks him, so there’s really no losing this debate for him.
He massages the tiny thing gently, pressing in with the heel of his palm. Kneads it with the tips of his fingers. Doesn’t even treat it like a cock, but like a– like a pussy. Heavy petting and chafing. He knows it annoys the hell out of Jimin– unsatisfactory movements, the pressure that’s never enough, never the right rhythm to get the edge off. Jimin huffs, trying and failing to be subtle about it, and bucks his hips up into Jeongguk’s hand, seeking more friction.
As punishment, Jeongguk pulls away, and doesn’t give him anything for a full fifteen seconds after that. He’s grown incredible resistance to Jimin’s allure after all this time together, you see.
As a reprieve, though, when his hand dives back in, eyes still firmly fixed on the screen and not absorbing any of it, he sneaks instead into Jimin’s underwear. The reaction this time is impossible to ignore, a hump and a whine and his hands coming down to hold onto Jeongguk’s forearm, but Taehyung chooses to anyways, letting them have their moment before he jumps in.
Jeongguk, now skin on skin, strokes Jimin to full hardness, wishing he had lube on him, or at least the foresight to spit into his hand, but this will have to do for now: The dry, semi-torturous drag of his calloused palm on Jimin’s sensitive prick. The taptaptap of his fingers, as if playing an invisible piano; pressing all of Jimin’s buttons, hoping the symphony makes sense in the end. Jimin rolls his body into the movement, rutting up into Jeongguk’s hand, halfway to coming undone just from this.
And it’s all going according to plan, until another set of fingers joins Jeongguk’s own. And they’re not Jimin’s.
Jeongguk turns his head sharply, and finds Taehyung looking at him with a challenge in his eyes. Daring Jeongguk to say something. To stop him.
Daring him to protest the hand that dances beside his own beneath the blanket, fighting to find its place, fighting for dominance against Jeongguk, until it finally settles right on the head of Jimin’s cock, leaving Jeongguk to begrudgingly wrap his fist around the remainder of the length. Each getting their fair share of Jimin.
Taehyung starts showing off, pinching and squeezing at Jimin’s tip in a way Jeongguk knows must be borderline painful, but Jimin doesn’t complain in the slightest. Just throws his head back against the couch, exposing his long, wonderful neck, and lets them continue their ministrations, hands wavering in the air unsurely, completely and utterly surrendered to their will.
Jeongguk huffs, but complies, allowing Taehyung to work alongside him– kind of the theme to this whole entire thing. His hand hits Taehyung’s on every stroke upwards. Jimin’s cocklet is completely covered by them, enveloped, pulled in two different directions by two people who butt heads any chance they get, fighting for dominance, so of course this situation isn’t any different. Jeongguk tries to go slow and steady, work Jimin up softly until he’s begging for more, while Taehyung goes all out right from the bat, cheeky and mean and punishing, and Jimin seems like he doesn’t know what to think. What to focus on. Lost in the sensations already, swinging his head side to side, slipping into subspace quicker than any of them could have anticipated.
Taehyung doesn’t stick to one place for too long, though, reaching down to palm Jimin’s balls when he gets bored. His perfect, round little sack, waxed smooth and dark pink, having Jimin’s whole body shivering with how amplified every touch feels. Jeongguk continues what he’s doing, but he knows well enough from experience what Jimin feels like down there.
He’s drawn tight, sensitive and feeble, back arching off the couch and hands reaching for both of them at the same time, to stop them or pull them closer, it’s unclear, but he’s leaking precum already and they haven’t even started on him.
The blanket is yanked off of the three of them, courtesy of Taehyung, and then Jimin is all theirs, presented on a silver platter and ripe for the taking. Taehyung wastes no time, hikes his shirt up and latches himself to Jimin’s chest, tiny pert nipples and the meaty fat around them, licking and sucking and biting like it’s his last meal, like he has spent the last few years doing nothing but wanting to get his mouth on them. His right hand is still with Jeongguk’s, kneading Jimin’s balls, thumb reaching up and meeting Jeongguk’s every once in a while, and Jeongguk can’t lose, he decides. He’s gotten too relaxed, only dealing with the imaginary Taehyung that lives inside his head. Because the real thing is so, so much worse.
He switches hands, so his body is turned towards Jimin properly, like a parenthesis, enveloping him, eclipsing him, and he starts sucking a nasty bruise high up on his neck. Higher than Jimin would usually let him, but he needs to leave a mark. Needs to stake his claim. His fist clenches unconsciously around Jimin’s cock, and Jimin jumps, digging his nails into Jeongguk’s forearm, but he doesn’t say stop.
The last thing on Jeongguk’s mind is his own pleasure, and he has a hunch Taehyung is feeling the same. They’re completely tuned into Jimin, glued to him like a pair of leeches, each sticking to their own side but still competing. A competition they patented. The ‘pleasure Jimin’ Olympics. Jeongguk’s sure Jimin wouldn’t be able to tell you which of them is on which side of his body, whose hand is touching him where, but it doesn’t matter really, not when he’s writhing under them, and his nipples are wonderfully hardened little nubs, and Taehyung has procured lube from out of nowhere and started dribbling it right on Jimin’s cock, coating Jeongguk’s hand along with it, and then all of a sudden it’s wet and messy and disgusting and hot, and Jeongguk freaking loves it.
Loves ruining Jimin. Loves, he finds, having help along with him so they can ruin Jimin more efficiently. And they’re barely getting started.
Jimin smells like heat.
He always tells Jeongguk he can’t smell things like that. That he’s not an actual dog, despite his best efforts. But Jeongguk swears it’s true.
Jimin usually smells like summer. Like ripe fruits and flowers, like peaches and roses, sweet and subtle and warm like the sunlight, like baby powder and lotion and the goat’s milk soap they both use, like nature. But Jeongguk swears his scent changes when he’s turned on. When he’s being touched, when he’s trembling with the anticipation of being fucked. Then, he smells like pure sex. And it’s intoxicating to Jeongguk, who buries his nose right into the junction between Jimin’s neck and shoulder, and inhales.
They told Taehyung not to leave any marks, but Jeongguk senses him toeing that line; sees him nipping little teasing bites to Jimin’s pec, his jaw, and feels something green coming over him.
Jimin is not protesting it. No, he’s nudging further into Taehyung’s mouth, practically begging him to leave a mark, and Jeongguk seethes.
Is Jimin, now gripping both of them by the hair, twisting his waist and trying to get more, more, enjoying Taehyung’s touch better than Jeongguk’s? Has he missed this? Craved for it so badly his brain misfired and told him Jeongguk is a suitable replacement? Is he realizing now that Jeongguk was the wrong choice? A poor consolation prize? What if he realizes that he truly doesn’t compare against Taehyung? That–
Taehyung does something.
And Jeongguk figures it out, not because of Taehyung, but because of how Jimin reacts. A twitchy little jump of his hips, a breathless little cut-off scream from the back of his throat, his eyes snapping open. His hand twisting into Jeongguk’s hair to an almost painful degree.
And he knows. Taehyung’s finger found his ass.
Before Jeongguk.
Jeongguk sees red. He reaches down, grabs Taehyung’s hand, making sure it hurts, and yanks it out roughly. It’s not hard to do, considering he’s only about an inch deep, not even to the first knuckle, but it doesn’t matter. Jeongguk will be the one prepping his boyfriend. Jeongguk will be the only one that gets to touch him like that.
Intimately.
Lovingly.
Taehyung is there to serve one purpose only. To be a dick to fuck. Nothing more. Nothing less. And it doesn’t matter that he’s intimate and loving with Jimin in their everyday lives, and has been for more than a decade. It doesn’t matter that he has done this probably hundreds of times before, fingered Jimin open until it came as naturally to him as opening his eyes in the morning. Doesn’t matter that he probably knows exactly how to make Jimin see stars, how to stroke his walls with just enough pressure to drive him crazy. Doesn’t matter that he was the first one to ever do it, to figure out what Jimin likes with Jimin, like his own personal sex toy guinea pig.
Jimin is Jeongguk’s now.
And Taehyung is still just an experiment.
Jeongguk detangles himself from the mess of limbs on the couch, threatening Taehyung to stop touching with only a look, and then bodily picks Jimin up and throws him over his shoulder. Jimin yelps, pants shoved halfway down, ass exposed to the tepid air in the room, but that’s fine. He deserves a little embarrassment. A little humiliation, to get him worked up for what’s to come next.
Jeongguk deposits him on their bed unceremoniously, uncaring whether Taehyung follows or not, and pounces.
Shoves his tongue deep into Jimin’s mouth, desperately trying to touch every part of him at once, cover any lingering memory of Taehyung, hands roaming frantically, undressing him as he goes. He barely manages the few seconds it takes him to pull Jimin’s shirt over his head, and then he’s right back, trying to suck Jimin’s soul out from his lips, or maybe to deposit his own love through the spit they swap, he’s as of yet undecided. He needs, needs Jimin to feel him in the deepest parts of him, to taste him for days, to feel the brand, to know for certain who he belongs to, even when Taehyung comes in and takes him, even when Taehyung fucks him and makes him come and uses his body, Jeongguk needs Jimin to remember he’s his.
And when he finally has Jimin naked, he still can’t calm down. It’s just that– just–
“Hey, stop,” Jimin tells him, a gentle hand on his chest. “It’s okay.”
Jeongguk pulls away enough to look at him, and sees nothing but love and admiration in Jimin’s eyes.
Love. For him.
“Hey,” Jimin whispers, stroking Jeongguk’s hair away from his forehead. “You can use the safeword too, if you’re overwhelmed, you know? No shame in it.”
Jeongguk knows. And he appreciates the reminder. But he won’t. He won’t, he’s not that upset, it just… got to him, for a second.
He shakes his head, turning to see Taehyung entering the room like he owns the place.
“I’m still prepping you,” Jeongguk insists, looking back at Jimin, and as a result gets the sweetest, most indulgent angel smile.
“Sure, baby.”
And then Jimin looks to Taehyung. Expectantly. Sitting up on the bed, gazing up at the bigger man and… inviting him in. Challenging him to do something.
Taehyung does. He crosses the room in one quick stride, cages Jimin’s face with both hands, and kisses him.
Erasing the taste of Jeongguk. Bringing up all of their old memories.
And Jeongguk watches. Holds down the urge to intervene, bites down the need to protest, and watches. Watches Jimin perk up, kneeling so that he’s closer to Taehyung, who’s standing at the edge of the bed. Watches the gentle way Taehyung handles him, tender, yet subtly possessive, conquering his mouth like an emperor conquering the land. Watches their tongues dance together, falling into an old, familiar rhythm, and feels…
Feels okay, actually, which surprises him.
He thought this would be about the point he would want to chicken out. But miraculously, he doesn’t.
They’ve both obviously missed this. Taehyung drinks from Jimin’s lips as if they held the sweetest nectar, and Jimin lets him, ruddy hands holding onto broad shoulders, delicate eyelashes falling over silky cheeks. Lips fat and shiny with spit, he allows himself to be drank from, as if Taehyung were a vampire and Jimin his life source.
That’s all to say, he’s beautiful when he’s being kissed. And Jeongguk is so, so lucky, to get to both see it, and experience it.
Feeling almost bad about it, he taps Jimin’s hip lightly. Melts at Jimin’s dazed, slightly fucked-out look of confusion once he manages to pull away from Taehyung, and tells him,
“Hands and knees.”
He’s not trying to break them up, not necessarily. Just trying to move things along, get him prepped for the main event. But if he ends up choosing the most inconvenient position for Jimin to keep kissing Taehyung? No one can prove it wasn’t accidental.
It doesn’t even matter, anyways, because Jimin pouts, thinks for a second, then says,
“Tae can be under me. C’mon.”
Jeongguk sighs, outsmarted, and not mad about it in the slightest. Taehyung settles back on the bed, making himself at home on their pillows, and Jeongguk would roll his eyes if the sight of Taehyung weren’t quickly replaced by the sight of Jimin’s ass, as Jimin leans over and, judging by the sounds, gets right back to kissing him.
He shimmies his butt impatiently in Jeongguk’s direction, trying to get him to hurry up. Prep him. Get him ready for Taehyung.
Jeongguk would be lying if he said it didn’t weirdly please him. Being the service provider, tasked with something purely clinical, purely practical, touching Jimin as a means to an end, not for pleasure’s sake. All while Jimin kisses someone else. Gets pleased by someone else.
He furrows his brows together in concentration. He can do a good job. He will do a good job of it. He will prep Jimin like he has never prepped him before.
He’s quick with it, efficient, working Jimin up to three fingers in no time, seamlessly, allowing him to fuck back, chasing the sensation as he moans into Taehyung’s mouth. Taehyung’s hands are all over Jimin’s waist, making Jeongguk’s eye twitch, but he can’t exactly say anything about it. Jimin certainly isn’t.
Jimin’s rim is slick, stretched pink, and Jeongguk’s cock throbs in the confines of his underwear, wanting nothing more than to say fuck it, screw this whole operation, and stick his dick right in there, or maybe at least his tongue, to sate the part of him always hungry for Jimin, but he has a promise to keep.
He pulls out gently and taps Jimin’s ass. A signal. Jimin whines at the feeling of emptiness, but quickly realizes what’s going on, and then his whines are for another reason entirely. Eager and happy and excited. He pulls away from Taehyung, trail of spit following him even as he turns around, and Jeongguk can’t help but pull him in and also kiss him, licking the saliva right back into his mouth, uncaring as to whose it was originally.
Jimin’s lips feel the same on his. Nothing new, nothing changed. He still tastes like Jimin. Still kisses Jeongguk like he’s in love with him the same. It calms a twinge of anxiety in Jeongguk he wasn’t even aware was there.
He looks at Taehyung from behind Jimin’s shoulder when they pull away and nods courteously. “All yours,” he says, and it’s a testament to how gone Jimin is, that he doesn’t protest it. Not even playfully.
Taehyung, in an impressive show of endurance, only now lowers his pants and underwear, freeing his neglected cock to the room. Jimin is hovering over him, weak knees supported by Jeongguk’s hands around his waist, waiting to sink down onto his new throne, when Taehyung pulls his pulsating cock out and starts stroking.
Jeongguk balks.
When Jimin had said all of those things about Jeongguk being big…
He outright neglected to mention that Taehyung was, well–
Jeongguk gulps, eyes bulging out of his head at the inconceivable sight.
Bigger.
Or not. Probably. Possibly. They’re pretty fucking similar, and Jeongguk is not getting any closer to check, but Taehyung is huge. Pretty, too, long and dark and dense, exactly the type of cock Jimin deserves to get fucked by on a daily basis. And he’s standing at attention, rock hard at the prospect of getting to fuck Jimin again, impatient and greedy for it.
It… it makes Jeongguk’s own cock harder in his underwear.
Although, he is pretty sure that he's thicker. Which is enough of a win for him today.
“Missed this cock, baby?”
To everyone’s surprise, including the man himself, it’s not Taehyung who asks the question, but Jeongguk. He whispers it into Jimin’s hair, lazily stroking his cock, taunting him by not letting him drop down yet. So close, but so far away.
“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” he bites into Jimin’s neck, together staring down at where Taehyung’s dick jumps in anticipation. “’Like a big fucking cock in you. No wonder you got addicted, if this was your first.”
“Reached his guts on the very first try,” Taehyung chimes in, and Jeongguk just rolls his eyes, not even bothering to reprimand him for it. Not when Jimin’s hips jerk, reacting to the statement sharply. “Left him feeling empty ever since.”
“Not with me,” Jeongguk grumbles.
Taehyung cocks his head to the side, eyes glancing down and back up to Jeongguk pointedly. “Looks pretty empty to me.”
“Right,” Jeongguk coughs, dislodging Jimin from his embrace roughly. He’s not sure if he should be feeling embarrassed, but his cock is fucking throbbing in his pants, and it only intensifies every time Taehyung looks at him like he’s already predicted Jeongguk’s next move. Like he finds this whole charade pathetic. The back of Jeongguk’s neck feels red hot under the scrutiny, and he tries to hide it by shifting the focus to Jimin. “C’mon. Little slut should take what he wants.”
Jimin whines, all high and pretty, but sobers up enough to comply, shimmying up the bed, lining up his opening with Taehyung’s cock easily, drawn to it like a magnet. Taehyung grabs his hips for support, while Jeongguk holds his waist, and their fingertips brush together over Jimin’s skin, and it makes Jeongguk’s heart flutter sickly. Their hands, enveloping Jimin fully, maneuvering him like a life-size doll to their heart’s desire, so that he doesn’t even have to think about staying upright. Or about anything at all. The grip they have on him is strong enough to support him, should his knees give out. The thought has Jeongguk dizzy with desire. Of Jimin limp, helpless, left to the complete and utter control of his two masters.
But that’s a thought for another day.
In tandem, they start lowering him down.
He moans at the very first breach. It’s a loud, animalistic growl that rips itself from his throat, and Jeongguk is quick to soothe him, to run his hands down his waist, to whisper filthy reassurances into his ear, just like he would if it was his cock Jimin was trying to take. He pulls back to look– Taehyung’s fat, mushroom head straining against Jimin’s opening. Pushing in, in, Jimin greedy, trying to take it quicker than his body will allow, despite the pain.
“That’s it,” Jeongguk whispers. “Yeah. Yeah. Slow, baby. Take cock so good. If there’s one thing you know how to do–” the head pushes in, and Jimin slips down a good few inches. He moans as if he were stabbed. In a good way. Jeongguk wants to moan in solidarity, but holds it back. “–know how to take a cock. Always a slut for it. Always so good.”
“Not always,” Taehyung comments, as Jeongguk observes the way Jimin strains and writhes and flounders and sweats, thighs trembling as he impales himself down even further. Can’t tear his eyes away if he tried. “Not always good. Has to earn it. Don’t you, Jiminie?”
Jimin nods frantically, speaking for the first time in a while, tongue-tied and cock drunk. “W– wanna be good. Good for you.”
“Mm,” Jeongguk hugs him from behind, nosing at his neck, licking over the light, already-fading marks Taehyung left. Nipping new ones into the skin there, covering them up. “Both of us, right?”
“Yes. Yes,” Jimin breathes, eager, cheek brushing against Jeongguk’s own where his head is thrown back onto Jeongguk’s shoulder. He’s steadily working his way down, bouncing up every few seconds, trying to work himself up to the girth Jeongguk obviously underestimated. He didn’t use much lube. Wanted to make sure the drag would burn. “Both of you. Love– love you so much,” he hiccups, already so far gone into subspace Jeongguk’s heart aches with how precious he is.
“That’s right,” he says, hand splayed on Jimin’s belly, feeling it undulate and spasm with every new inch he swallows. “Perfect little slut for us. Our slut.”
Jimin moans, but Jeongguk has a suspicion he’s so far gone none of what he says reaches him. Because soon, all too soon, he is fully seated, split in half by Taehyung’s monster dick, thighs bracketing Taehyung’s hips. He whimpers when he realizes, rolling his hips just once to confirm he, indeed, managed to get all of it in, and then cries even harder, probably so happy he could die.
He’s a vision. Face suspended in ecstasy, two pairs of hands on him, around him, in him, overwhelming and all-encompassing in the best possible way, not letting him get away with anything they don’t approve of. He starts moving, slowly up and down, chasing his own pleasure, and they approve of that– Jeongguk knows he’s hit the right angle when he starts panting, tongue out, too dizzy to catch a proper breath.
Still, Jeongguk whispers not-so-sweet nothings to him.
“Couldn’t be satisfied with just one, could you? No, of course you couldn’t…” he mutters, looking down and meeting eyes with Taehyung, who finally let his control slip and is looking just as dazed as Jeongguk always is at the sight of Jimin. He must’ve craved it too, all these years. Increasingly desperate. Poor guy. Jeongguk knows from experience– there’s really no quitting Jimin, once you have him. “Baby boy needs to be filled up non-stop… Sweetest little cumhole.”
Jimin wails, grinding down in what must be an excruciating rhythm, judging by the way Taehyung is biting his lip and starting to sweat.
“How’s he feel?” Jeongguk asks, his tone just that much harsher to make it clear who he’s addressing.
“Fucking perfect,” Taehyung growls in response, catching on quickly. “Best fleshlight I’ve ever used.”
And oh. Oh, Jimin likes that. He starts moving faster, brain reacting almost automatically, wanting to prove how good of a hole he can be.
He tries reaching up to pinch at his own nipples, but Jeongguk slaps his hands down. Taehyung tries next, reaching for Jimin’s cock, wanting to help him along, but Jeongguk forbids it too. Only he gets to touch. His love. His Jimin.
“How does it feel, Jiminnie?” he purrs. “Being fucked by someone who’s not your boyfriend? That’s cheating, you know?” He fake-tuts. “Bad boy.”
“N– no,” Jimin cries, digging his fingernails into Jeongguk’s hands. “No, no Jeonggukie, no. Y-yours. Just yours.”
Just yours, he says, while actively bouncing on another man’s cock, and fuck if it doesn’t do something to Jeongguk’s head. He hugs Jimin tighter from behind, feeling his little dancer body work, feeling his muscles strain. Jeongguk’s still untouched, straining hard against his zipper, but that doesn’t matter, not when Jimin’s pleasure feels as good as his own, not when everything Jimin does Jeongguk feels thricefold, not when Jimin is perfect and naked and bare, every inch of his skin exposed, in the deepest throes of pleasure, stuck between the two of them. Servicing Taehyung with his body and Jeongguk with his mind, and like a bizzare case of phantom limb, Jeongguk feels as if it were him Jimin is riding.
“Mine,” he agrees, nosing behind Jimin’s ear dazedly. “All mine. My baby.”
He takes a little mercy on Jimin, not even consciously, hand reaching down of its own accord to palm at the head of his cocklet. The effect is immediate, causing Jimin to whimper and start grinding down more vigorously, abusing his prostate with one stroke and fucking up into Jeongguk’s unforgiving hand with the other. Taehyung is being surprisingly well-behaved, and he doesn’t disturb Jimin’s rhythm by rutting up, even though it’s obvious he really, really wants to.
Jeongguk pulls away after a while, though, not wanting Jimin to come prematurely and ruin their plans, and he relishes in Jimin’s tortured little mewl when he’s left alone. It doesn’t deter him much– he just starts riding more furiously, thighs working to their full potential now that Jeongguk is not wrapped around him, free to enjoy the drag of Taehyung’s entire length across his silky walls, up and down and in and out.
Jeongguk enjoys the new angle his position gives him–- of Jimin’s greedy hole sucking up Taehyung’s cock like it was his last meal on earth. Sloppy and swollen. Insatiable. Entranced, Jeongguk reaches a finger out to touch, rubbing lightly against the puckered skin, enjoying the way it makes Jimin jump and Taehyung’s cock twitch inside him, once he feels the nub of Jeongguk’s fingertip putting pressure the place they’re connected.
Interesting, he thinks.
He rubs little wet half-circles on the parts of Jimin’s rim he can reach, Jimin slowing down for his sake, or maybe his own, to be able to feel it, and he whimpers, hole fluttering like it wants more. Like he wants Jeongguk’s finger inside.
“Think you can take me, Minnie?” he asks, wide-eyed, looking up to meet Jimin’s confused but interested, teary eyes, looking over his shoulder back at Jeongguk.
He can, technically, take it. They’ve done it before, just not like this, never like this, never with another person’s cock stretching him already.
Obviously not.
Jimin nods, breathing heavy, and Jeongguk gives him a quick, slick-lip kiss to the corner of his mouth, before bending back down to be eye-level with his ass.
And what an ass it is. Jeongguk can’t help but press a kiss there, too, right on the place he’s about to enter, uncaring about the lube. And if his bottom lip catches on Taehyung’s dick– well. That’s between them and God. Jimin quivers for him, responsive to his kisses as always, and that’s all that matters.
He sucks a quick not-quite-bruise right into the skin there, and then, just to be cheeky, licks too. A not-so-accidental swipe of his tongue over the vein on the underside of Taehyung’s cock, on its way up to plunge into Jimin’s ass. Just to give Taehyung something to think about. Because two can play that game. And Jeongguk is not above playing dirty.
Before anyone complains, he pulls back and presses his pointer finger right where his tongue just was. A dull pressure, straining against the clinch Jimin’s hole has on Taehyung. It’s a tight fit, especially with Taehyung already inside, but Jeongguk is determined to make it work. He smears his finger around the frothy lube there, pressing down to feel the movement of Taehyung through the thin layer of skin. Puckering with every stroke out, being sucked in with every thrust. Pressing, pressing, getting Jimin used to the idea gradually, until finally, with some resistance, his fingertip pushes in.
All three of them moan, dissonant, and with a little buck of Taehyung’s hips, Jeongguk is sucked fully in.
They both are.
Both of them, filling Jimin up, taking him carnally, and he’s letting them, begging for it, even, swallowing them up like this is all it ever took for him to be happy.
“In– in me,” he garbles, whole body shaking, and he’s so fucking beautiful Jeongguk thinks for a second he actually died and went to heaven, the sight to angelic to be real. “In me. In me,” he repeats, drunk on cock, tears overflowing from his waterline and cascading down his cheeks, unable to even move with how hard his thighs are spasming.
That’s when the two of them step in.
Jeongguk, hoisting him up by the waist with his left hand, so that he doesn’t slump over. Keeping him suspended in air, while Taehyung, finally, gets to plant his feet into the bed and start pistoning up full-force, grinding against Jimin’s walls and Jeongguk’s finger all at once.
It’s easy, from then on. They catch a rhythm, all three of them, Jeongguk’s clothed cock slipped in between Jimin’s spread cheeks, catching only the slightest of frictions when the other two move. He’s not doing anything special, really, besides stretching Jimin even further open, but it seems to be doing the trick for him.
Jimin, with his head slouched forward, barely breathing, heart pounding, drooling spittle all over himself from how good he’s getting fucked. Taehyung, a machine, apparently, letting out all of his pent-up frustration from the years spent not fucking Jimin, letting out low rumbles in his throat as he chases his own pleasure, hips and knees and thighs working overtime to keep a brutal pace that has Jimin’s eyes rolling back.
He helps Jimin’s along too, hand on his little drooling pink cock, and Jeongguk doesn’t stop him this time. Just watches, teeth sunk into the skin of Jimin’s trapezius, as Taehyung stokes him closer to completion.
Taehyung’s hands are even bigger than Jeongguk’s, and Jimin’s cocklet fits into them even more cutely, and it’s such a beautiful sight, Jeongguk thinks, when he finally lets go and cums, spurting creamy white all over himself and Taehyung and some even getting on Jeongguk’s arm, choking on a little ah sound, pathetic little drooling cock being milked for all its worth. Jeongguk makes sure to be as close to him as possible, pulling his finger back and stretching him just that bit further, just so it hurts even more in that terrible way he loves feeling so much.
It’s premature, maybe, but can you really expect any type of resistance, any type of stamina or self control when he’s being used so good, a slave to his own pleasure and theirs, overwhelmed by sensations and surrounded by the two people who want nothing more than to make him cum under their touch. No. It’s a surprise he lasted this long, in the first place. He cums, and cums, squirting weak little pumps, barely breathing, edged on by Taehyung’s squeezes and Jeongguk’s whispers, until he’s positively drained, twitching red and sensitive, in need of reprieve.
They, Taehyung and Jeongguk, take a breather too, not wanting to go any further until Jimin comes down from his high, until he gives the green light. Not daring to move an inch lest they disturb him while he’s still so sensitive. Even though he probably wouldn’t mind if they just… kept going.
But they both realize it might be too much for him, after all of this. After the first time doing anything remotely close to this. And when it takes him too long to say anything, and it doesn’t look like he’ll be lucid enough to speak any time soon, Jeongguk makes the executive decision to pull out, and Taehyung proceeds to as well, both of them working together to hold Jimin up in the air so that the careful drag doesn’t hurt him even a little bit.
But something happens.
Jimin whimpers in protest, a poor, confused sound, and clenches down, trying to keep Taehyung in at any cost. Taehyung, already most of the way out, feels the squeeze at the tip of his cock, and fucking loses it, shooting his load into Jimin before he can control it, splattering all over his inner walls and all across his rim once he slips out completely. Jeongguk reaches down and wraps a hand around him to help him out, just so a brother doesn’t go with a ruined orgasm, and he helps tug Taehyung’s cock dry, all over his stomach, and doesn’t even think about all the ways in which it should feel weird. Because it doesn’t.
Finally, when both of them are spent, and Jimin collapses onto Taehyung, whose arms reach up to wrap around him automatically, Jeongguk is left alone to jerk himself off. Finally allowed to even touch himself, confined to his clothes the whole night. He doesn’t mind, though, and it doesn’t take much more than the sight of Jimin’s winking hole, and the memory of it being split apart by Taehyung, to have him spilling all over Jimin’s ass, all over Taehyung’s thighs, mixing with their combined mess, and then he crumbles too, slumping onto the bed beside them, as close as possible in a tangle of limbs and sheets.
Jimin reaches out an arm to pull him closer, to hug as much of him as physically possible while he’s literally lying on top of Taehyung, and that means Jeongguk has to be pressed flush against the man in question, but that doesn’t matter anymore, Jeongguk thinks. Not after this.
They lie in a heap, catching their breath. Jeongguk can hear Taehyung pressing sweet little pecks to any part of Jimin he can reach, his cheeks, his temples, his hair and neck, and Jeongguk does the same, with his shoulders, and arm, and pudgy little hands, and if a kiss or two land on Taehyung as well, that’s for him to know and Jimin to find out.
Besides, Taehyung switches course to kiss his hair in return. And Jeongguk is happy.
Really, really fucking happy.
They spend a while like that, suspended in silence, nothing but their heavy breathing audible in the room. The moment feels too precious to ruin with words, but eventually, when their sweat and cum starts drying uncomfortably, tacky on their skin, someone speaks up.
Mostly because Jeongguk reaches down to play with Jimin’s sloppy ass, the way he always does after sex, calming them both down, and finds Taehyung’s fingers already there, doing the job for him.
“Hnngh,” Jimin says, the most coherent thing he can come up with. Taehyung and Jeongguk both chuckle at him in tandem, soft. “No round two. I’m spent.”
Taehyung hums, and it’s more gentle than Jeongguk’s has ever heard him be. The smile on his lips is apparent, even without looking at him. Fucked silly and too spent for the usual sass he reserves for Jeongguk’s presence.
“You’re all tuckered out, my baby?” he asks, continuously patting down Jimin’s butt, sneaking his finger down the crack only occasionally, only to tease.
Jeongguk sighs contentedly, watching the way Jimin nuzzles his nose into Taehyung’s chest.
“Mm. So good.”
“You liked it, sweetheart?” Jeongguk can’t help but ask, with a little squeeze at Jimin’s thigh, a quiet check-in. “You okay?”
Jimin giggles, almost, finally opening his eyes to stare up at Jeongguk through his eyelashes. His cheek is squished into Taehyung, all flushed and rosy and pretty, and his eyes are shiny, sparkling, twinkling, and Jeongguk feels his heart stutter with how hard he loves him.
“Did it seem like I didn’t like it?” he teases. A deep, satisfied exhale leaves him in a purr, and he smiles at Jeongguk gently. “I loved it. Did you like it, baby?”
Jeongguk nods shyly.
Talking about it during post-nut clarity is still extremely embarrassing for him. Jimin, as if reading his mind, reaches out to hold his hand, and it helps.
“Taehyung?” Jeongguk says. He can’t bring himself to look at the other man, but he feels him stir, as if roused from a meditative state, knocked out into nirvana. And yeah, Jimin hole will do that to you. “You alright?”
“Me? I’m perfect.”
He stretches lazily, popping his joints. Jimin, still on top of him, shifts with the movement.
“I’d say ‘thank you’, but…”
Jimin laughs, and Jeongguk takes it as permission to do the same. He shrugs bashfully.
“Nah. Thank you, I guess.”
And right before Taehyung can make fun of him for that, the glint of his teeth making it obvious he’s ready to pounce, Jimin intervenes.
“Okay, no, no, we're not doing this.” He gets up, slowly, carefully, straddling Taehyung’s thighs before switching lanes and falling back down, this time on top of Jeongguk. Jeongguk takes it in stride, of course, eagerly gathering the smaller man in his arms, wrapping him up, extremely grateful for his dose of post-coital Jimin cuddles he’d almost been deprived of. “Thank me, for being hot and nice and perfect and letting you two do this.”
And he’s mostly joking, because they all know who came first, and hardest, but still, obediently, they both chime a scolded “Thank you” in tandem.
Jimin is still the only one naked, compared to their mostly-dressed states, and it makes him seem almost… vulnerable. Innocent. Jeongguk hugs him tighter.
Taehyung, as if an afterthought, tucks himself back into his pants. They all need to clean up anyway, but Jeongguk is grateful for it– his eyes don't have to stray anymore.
Taehyung clears his throat awkwardly.
“So… should I kick myself out, then, orr…”
Jimin kicks a leg out, hitting Taehyung’s shin perfectly on the first try. The man cries out in genuine pain. Right. Not so vulnerable and innocent after all, little Jiminnie.
“Kim Taehyung, you are not being kicked out,” he insists, with a pout. “Right, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk hums. They’d discussed this, beforehand, deciding to decide if they’d part ways or not once it came down to it. They didn’t want the pressure. None of them could predict, without actually having done it, how the threesome– if you can call it that– would go. How awkward it would be, after the fact.
Turns out, not at all.
Jeongguk sighs, long-suffering. “Yeah. I guess I can make up the couch.”
Jimin slaps his chest, and Taehyung flicks his hair, and Jeongguk just giggles, loud and bright and unapologetic, nose scrunching up.
“Okay, okay. Taehyung can stay here. But only for tonight.”
He’s not letting him sneak into their relationship like he snuck into their sex life, conniving bastard. Hard boundaries only, from now on.
They all concede.
They proceed to procrastinate showering for another good long while, lazing about on the bed, scratching down Jimin’s back like he’s their own personal sensory fidget toy, when Jimin speaks up again.
“But… you wouldn’t be opposed to doing this again sometime… right?”
Jeongguk’s eyes meet Taehyung’s over Jimin’s head. An understanding passes between them, quick as a flash.
“Oh, baby, if you think we’re done with you, you’ve got a big storm coming.”
Jimin blushes. Severely. His lips jut out, the most perfect, pillowy little beak that Taehyung just has to touch. He looks… enamored by Jimin. Jeongguk gets it.
“Oh,” Jimin breathes. “Okay, then.”
And they both see– or, in Jeongguk’s case, feel, the way his hips jerk at that. At the threat. The promise. Silly boy. So easy to fire up.
“Um. Are we still a no-go for round two?” he asks, almost a whisper, acting all shy and demure, like he’s not the biggest slut they know. Like his cock is not chubbing up under him as they speak, extremely obvious to all who know the signs.
And they do. They both do.
Taehyung simply reaches down and unhooks his zipper again.
Jeongguk laughs.
“Alright, yeah,” he huffs, pressing a kiss into the crown of Jimin’s head before letting him get up. Taehyung has begun to stroke himself to hardness again, and Jeongguk is not far behind, blood rushing to his cock at the sight of Jimin– debauched, ravaged, marked, plump and sloppy and messy and theirs. Just like he was always meant to be. Perfect. “But before we make this a regular thing, I just have to know.”
Jimin and Taehyung both look at him. Attentive. Curious. Helpful. Eager. Overflowing with possibilities. All of which they’ll be exploring, hopefully in the near future.
Jeongguk smiles.
“Does Taehyung really have a foot fetish?”
fin.