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Never in his twenty-eight years had Jungkook imagined he’d end up like this, in this not-so-common situation. He had just wrapped up the first show of his world tour in Seoul when a text from Jimin lit up his phone. Expected, yes, but still insane. Insane because he was in a fucked up relationship with Jimin and… Namjoon. Even thinking it made him laugh under his breath. A poly thing, Namjoon called it. Jungkook called it madness, utter, impulsive madness. And it had only been a month since Namjoon had gotten his first real taste of him.
Jimin though… Jimin had claimed him long before. Possessive to the point of cruelty, shameless in every way, he’d promised Jungkook would be his perfect little toy, and for six whole months, he kept that promise like a soldier in a war. Six months of being dragged around like a puppet strung up by lust and pure desire. Jungkook lost track of how many times Jimin had him… public, private, in-between, whatever it was called. Jungkook lived more than half his time sore and leaking, and still begged for more.
Dinner dates ended with Jimin bending him over in the restaurant restroom. Music meetings in Namjoon’s office ended with Jungkook crying against the conference table. Showers turned into ruthless poundings until Jungkook slid to the tiles, limp and whimpering. Even quiet evenings at home weren’t spared… cooking halfway done while Jimin shoved into him from behind, or movies abandoned while Jungkook sank to his knees, swallowing Jimin whole just for the reward of filthy praises and messy kisses.
The scandalous part? That was Jimin’s favorite. He had always been freaky. Jungkook had been fingered open during a FaceTime call with his producers, forced to keep his face neutral while Jimin’s hand worked him mercilessly under the table. Just when he was about to spill in his pants, Jimin shoved a plug inside him, making him sit there stuffed to the brim, smiling politely and cutely while his insides clenched around the intrusion. Another time, feeling drunk and bratty after a club night, Jungkook sank into Jimin’s lap in the backseat of the car, gagging on him all the way home with the driver pretending not to see.
And it never stopped there. Deep down, Jungkook didn’t want it to stop either. They fucked in practice rooms while staff lurked and waited outside the door, Jungkook muffling his moans against Jimin’s shoulder. Once, Jimin pulled him into a dressing room fifteen minutes before a live stage, fucking him raw until Jungkook went onstage with shaky legs and cum still dripping down his thighs under leather pants. That was a memorable experience. Another night, just a few weeks ago, Namjoon walked in on Jimin spanking Jungkook across the kitchen counter as he fucked him, didn’t stop them, only watched, eyes dark, and Jungkook knew then his days of being shared were coming. Jungkook felt used. He felt owned. And god, he loved every filthy second of it.
Jungkook strutted up to the mansion; obnoxiously big, too much for a couple, but practically home with how often he ended up here more than his house. Fresh from the shower, smelling expensive, his long hair framing his eyes, face polished, and lips bitten pink, he looked every bit like he’d dressed up to be ruined. The guards didn’t even blink; they knew him well enough by now for many reasons that sometimes made Jungkook shrink into himself.
He’d be flying out to New York in a week, which meant this might be the last time until the U.S. tour was done… though with Jimin, nothing was certain. The man had a way of appearing when Jungkook least expected, dragging him under until he forgot where he was and who he was. Just the thought made heat curl in his gut, thighs squeezing together as he lounged in the living room, scrolling mindlessly through his feed with restless fingers. The sound of footsteps snapped him out of it, and Jungkook’s head tilted up, lips parting when Jimin appeared from the hallway, blonde hair still damp, loose sweatpants riding low on his hips, nothing else. He looked unfair, obscene, like he’d walked out of some fantasy meant to ruin him.
“Well, well”
Jimin’s grin was lazy, and hot all at once as his eyes dragged down Jungkook’s body. He was fully clothed, but that stare was enough to make Jungkook squirm as he batted his lashes when Jimin stood before him.
“Fresh and pretty… just for me?”
Jimin leaned closer, the flex of his soft abs catching Jungkook’s gaze as he let the thumb brush the apple of the younger’s cheek.
“Heard you killed it at the concert, darling. My little star, shining on stage and then coming here to let me wreck you. Fuck, you drive me crazy”
He leaned down, cupping Jungkook’s chin, tilting his face up for a kiss that was more claim than praise. Jungkook didn’t move, letting himself be taken as Jimin devoured his lips… sucking, pulling, prying them apart until he could drag his tongue inside and lick him filthy. When Jimin’s teeth clamped down on his bottom lip and tugged hard at the ring, Jungkook’s soft mewl broke out, trembling and needy. He has always been weak for Jimin’s kisses. That’s when Jimin froze for half a beat, siren eyes narrowing as something gleamed under the light. His thumb pressed against Jungkook’s chin, tilting it further so he could see properly. A fresh stud sat snug just beneath the center of Jungkook’s bottom lip, just beside the mole, new enough that the skin around it still looked a little tender.
“You…”
Jimin chuckled, almost feral, his gaze darkening as he brushed the metal with his thumb before leaning in to lap at it with his tongue.
“Fucking hell, baby, do you even know what this does to me?”
He bit at it, earning a moan, then sucked the lip again, groaning low in his chest.
“One more hole. You really want me insane, don’t you?”
Jungkook shivered at Jimin’s words. It was only a piercing… Jimin wasn’t going to do anything beyond licking and biting at it, but the way he spoke, filthy and low, had Jungkook squirming. Every time Jimin whispered about loving the metal glinting on his skin, Jungkook’s chest burned with the urge to get another, maybe a few more, just to see Jimin unravel over him again. Future surprises. Before he could drown in the thought, Jimin had him pinned tighter, fist tangled in his shirt as he swung a leg over and settled onto his lap, straddling him. His mouth trailed wet kisses along Jungkook’s jawline, sinking teeth into soft skin until marks bloomed. Jimin loved marking him. Jungkook’s hands twitched up, instinctively reaching for Jimin’s waist, desperate for something to ground himself… only for Jimin to smack them away with a sharp slap and a glare that made Jungkook freeze.
“You did such a good job at the concert, Jungkook-ah. Tonight’s all about you. That means you don’t get to touch me”
Jungkook blinked up at him, wide-eyed, confused. If it was about him, shouldn’t he get to hold, to touch, to grab? It didn’t make sense. His lips parted, but no sound came out. Jimin only chuckled, leaning down to bite at his lip again, tugging the new piercing until Jungkook gasped and then soothed the ache with a little kiss.
“But, Hyung…”
“Don’t look so lost, baby. You think touching me is for your pleasure? No”
His voice dropped, finger twirling with the hoop hanging from Jungkook’s ear.
“Your pleasure is in letting me do whatever I want to you. Sitting there, squirming, drooling while I use you however I like… that’s what’s about you”
Jimin rolled his hips down hard, dragging a groan from Jungkook. The younger one knew what he was getting into, but he loved it when Jimin spoke dirty, when he took control and rendered Jungkook motionless.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even remember your own name. But your hands? They stay right there, while I wreck you. That’s the gift”
“But… I want to -”
Jimin swallowed Jungkook’s protests with a bruising kiss, tongue pushing in like he owned every inch of him. His hands were everywhere at once… tugging at his shirt, shoving it up over his head, impatient fingers fumbling at his belt like he couldn’t stand the thought of fabric separating them any longer. Jungkook fell into the rhythm like a fish that craved water. He let Jimin mold him and undressed him. Jungkook gasped into the kiss when Jimin yanked hard, practically tearing his jeans down his thighs. A rough push to his chest had him falling back against the couch cushions, flushed and half-naked, chest rising and falling. Jimin’s eyes devoured him, dark with hunger, lips curling into a grin that was anything but sweet.
“On your knees, darling”
Jimin ordered, voice hoarse. Jungkook barely had time to register before he was flipped, shoved down until his palms sank into the cushions, and his ass was high in the air, jeans tangled uselessly around his knees, exposing the bare skin.
“Fuck”
Jimin groaned, dragging his hands over Jungkook’s ass, squeezing the flesh and kneading it for a moment before spreading him open shamelessly. Jungkook whimpered, burying his face into the couch, embarrassed and dizzy with arousal. The cold air hit his flushed skin, and the fact that they were doing it in the lounge made everything even hotter. And then Jimin leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to the fluttering hole, filthy, shameless, burying his face between Jungkook’s cheeks and licking him open without hesitation. His tongue pressed in deep, messy and relentless, saliva dripping down over Jungkook’s thighs as he worked him open.
Jungkook cried out, hands clawing at the cushions as his knees trembled, pleasure shooting up his spine. It had just been a minute, and Jungkook was losing himself already.
“H-Hyung…”
Jimin only groaned against his rim, mouth working harder, tongue fucking him rough and sloppy, then pulling back just to spit right on the hole, and spread it with his thumb before diving back in. He ate him like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted, obscene slurps and wet sounds filling the room.
“God, you taste like sin”
Jimin rasped against his skin before sucking him again, cruel and greedy.
“You love being spread open, used, eaten until you can’t breathe. I can never get enough of you, Jungkook-ah”
Jimin shoved his tongue deep, driving it as far as he could reach, wet and messy, until Jungkook was whining, hips jerking helplessly, fucking himself back on the tongue. His hands locked tight behind Jungkook’s thighs, forcing them wider, keeping him spread like a toy. Jimin groaned against the taste, spit dripping down as he licked. Without warning, a slick finger pushed in alongside his tongue, prying the younger open obscenely. Jungkook cried out, the mix of tongue and finger making his body twitch uncontrollably, every thrust inside dragging another desperate moan out of him.
“Stop clenching, sweetheart. Do you like me spitting in you?”
Jungkook could only nod frantically, hands gripping the couch, face flushed, and mouth falling open as his thighs trembled from the assault. He loved it… every filthy second, every degrading word, every cruel thrust of Jimin’s tongue and finger, tearing him wider. His body bowed, chasing every push, as if begging for more, and a loud gasp left his lips when Jimin pulled back just enough to spit right on his hole, letting it dribble down to the balls and slid in a second finger with no hesitation, scissoring him open. Jungkook’s scream cracked into a sob, his body arching off the couch, but his eyes were glassy with lust, desperate for Jimin not to stop.
“Don’t you dare hold back now, Jungkook-ie”
Jimin sneered, scissoring him brutally as he leaned down, letting his tongue lap at Jungkook’s jaw.
“You’re going to take every filthy thing I give you. And you’re going to love me for it”
By the time Jimin shoved a third finger in, Jungkook was screaming into the cushions, muffled with drool pooling at the corner of his mouth, thighs trembling violently. His body shook with every thrust of the fingers, stretched wide, stuffed full. Jimin growled low, twisting his wrist as his fingers sank knuckle-deep.
“You’re dripping down my hand, baby”
Jimin snarled, pulling back from Jungkook’s neck just enough to watch his fingers disappear into Jungkook’s wrecked hole.
“Cock leaking, crying, spread wide like some desperate slut. I love you so much”
Jungkook could barely form words, only sobbing out broken sounds, but his body clamped tight around Jimin’s fingers. He needed more. Finally, Jimin yanked his hand out with a wet pop, leaving him stretched and gaping, his hole twitching helplessly, loose and open from all the abuse, aching to be filled again. Jungkook collapsed forward, chest heaving, his skin flushed red, sweat glistening across his chest and temples. He was wrecked already, trembling like a leaf, and they didn’t even get to the main part. Jimin wiped his spit-slick hand on Jungkook’s inner thigh, then grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to look up. That sickeningly sweet smile spread across his lips, glinting with hunger.
“Up. On your feet”
Jungkook tried to move, his legs almost giving out beneath him. Jimin chuckled, watching him stumble, watching the mess drip down his thighs as he pressed a wet kiss to the mouth.
“Strip. All of it”
With shaking fingers, Jungkook peeled the tank top over his head, kicked away his pants completely, every second under Jimin’s stare making his cock ache harder, twitching at the slightest touch. By the time he stood naked, flushed, his lip trembling around the new piercing, Jimin’s grin widened.
“Good boy”
He purred, pressing a quick slap against his ass, making him yelp.
“Now follow me. You’re going to walk to my room like this… naked, stretched, dripping because you are my precious baby”
And Jungkook just stood and caught Jimin’s wrist when he turned on his heels. The latter tilted his head, and then a smile stretched the plump lips, the genuine one, cute one that made Jungkook’s heart flutter. Jimin connected their lips in a sweet kiss and pecked the lips wetly a few more times before Jungkook obeyed, stumbling after him, his body a wreck but his chest full of fire, desperate for whatever came next.
They climbed the stairs, Jungkook trailing after Jimin like a dazed puppy, brain hazy, cock aching, his body running on the raw need that burned under his skin. Jimin’s steps were steady, sure, and Jungkook could tell from the bulge in those loose sweatpants that he was just as pent up. But Jungkook’s chest dipped when they passed the familiar bedroom door, their room. The bed where Jimin took him apart, where they collapsed together, cuddling, kissing, and sleeping. Except tonight, Jimin didn’t even glance at it. His stride never faltered.
Jungkook barely had time to catch his breath before Jimin pushed open a door Jungkook had never been through. And nothing could have braced him for what waited inside. Namjoon sat there, casually in sweatpants that matched Jimin’s… fucking couple clothes, Jungkook thought bitterly, even if Namjoon still wore a shirt, a little blessing, focused on his laptop. The scene might’ve been ordinary if not for his naked self and the way Jimin crossed the room in two steps. He wrapped his arms around Namjoon from behind, slid a hand up to cup his chin, and kissed him wet, deep, obscene.
Jungkook’s throat closed at the sight. He couldn’t breathe. Shame flared hot across his skin, his heart pounding as he scrambled for cover, snatching the black silk robe on the chair, and yanking it over his naked body, knotting it tight around his waist. His eyes, though, betrayed him… fixed on Namjoon’s hand, broad and possessive, squeezing Jimin’s waist. The creak of the door gave Jungkook away. Namjoon’s head lifted, his gaze cutting across the room. Dark. Heavy. Jungkook felt it slam into him with a force that made his body tremble, that sharp weight doubled when Jimin turned his own smirk back over his shoulder, both men’s eyes now on him.
Two predators
Jungkook’s knees nearly buckled at Namjoon’s gaze. He looked like a dragon ready to burn his soul. His chest heaved, breath catching, robe slipping open at the collar. Jimin chuckled, voice wicked as he licked the corner of Namjoon’s mouth.
“Already shaking, and we haven’t even touched him together yet”
Namjoon’s lips curved slowly, dangerously, gaze never leaving Jungkook’s wrecked face.
“He won’t last the night”
Jimin chuckled low, then abruptly stilled, his gaze sliding down Jungkook’s body. He squinted, the smirk curdling into something sharper, something flat. The robe. Fastened tight around trembling thighs, hiding every inch Jimin had so thoroughly exposed minutes ago with such gentleness and care.
“What the fuck is this?”
Jimin sneered, tilting his head, his lips forming an angry pout, gaze dark and heavy as Jungkook found himself caught between the crossfire.
“You think you can cover up, Jungkook-ie? After I left you spread open, dripping on the floor so cutely? I kissed you so good, praised you”
Jimin’s disappointed smile was cruel, mocking, the kind that made Jungkook’s stomach twist. He wanted to be good. He genuinely did, but he just couldn’t stand the thought of standing naked while they both made out filthily before him. Before Jungkook could even stammer out an excuse, Namjoon rose from his chair. No words. No warning. Just that massive frame, silent but heavy. His presence filled the room in a way Jimin’s sharp tongue never could, an unspoken weight that pressed down on Jungkook until his breath stuttered. He had dreamed of days like this. He didn’t get to do much with Namjoon except sucking him off once, which did nothing to satiate the desire inside him.
Namjoon closed the distance in three steps, one hand curling around the knot of the robe and yanking it loose like it was nothing, like it meant nothing. The fabric slipped open, baring Jungkook’s flushed chest, his cock jutting out stiff and humiliating. Jungkook’s lips parted, a broken whimper escaping, but Namjoon didn’t give him the chance to speak or utter a word. He gripped Jungkook’s jaw, tilting it up, and crashed their mouths together. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue, stealing the air from Jungkook’s lungs. Jimin laughed behind them, making his way to Jungkook, hugging the younger from behind as he kissed the shoulder blades wetly.
“I talk, I tell you exactly how much of a bitch you are, Jungkook-ah”
Jimin smiled and gestured at Namjoon, even though the younger couldn’t look with the man devouring his mouth, his big hand splayed over his chest, holding him like he owned him.
“He doesn’t need words. He’ll fuck you silent. Break you without even saying a thing”
Jimin’s teeth sank into Jungkook’s shoulder blade, sharp enough to leave him shuddering. He mouthed wet kisses up the back of Jungkook’s neck, savoring the way the younger trembled under the push and pull of two very different kinds of ruin. Jungkook could hardly breathe… Jimin’s filthy mockery dripped into his ear relentlessly, his kisses wet while Namjoon’s grip locked around his waist, steady, unyielding, holding him still as he swallowed Jungkook’s tongue in a kiss so harsh it felt like he was being consumed whole.
Namjoon finally pulled back, lips dragging against Jungkook’s mouth, his gaze lifting… dark, commanding, not for Jungkook but for Jimin.
“Sit down and enjoy, sweetheart”
Namjoon’s tone left no room for argument. The words made Jungkook’s cock twitch, shame flooding him at the thought of Jimin watching. They had done it before, but it was always Namjoon walking in on them; but now, they had everything planned out. Jimin’s chuckle was sharp, but he obeyed after pecking Namjoon’s lips, retreating just enough to sprawl lazily into the soft pink cushion right before the bed, eyes glittering with hunger.
Namjoon turned his attention back to Jungkook without hesitation, kissing him again, harder, lips bruising, tongue unforgiving as he sucked him. He walked him backward with each press of his body, step after step, until Jungkook’s ass hit the edge of the heavy wooden table with a dull thud. The sound echoed bluntly, Jungkook’s gasp muffled against Namjoon’s mouth. Pinned between the hard surface and Namjoon’s towering frame, with Jimin watching like a curious cat, Jungkook felt himself unravel. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure where to go, thighs trembling as his robe slipped further open, pooling at the ankles, leaving him bare and exposed under both their stares. Namjoon’s palm spread wide against his chest as he turned Jungkook swiftly before pressing him flat to the table, lips parting only to rasp low against his ear.
“Stay still”
And Jungkook did… shaking, breathless, cock dripping helplessly as Jimin lounged in the chair, smirking like the devil incarnate, eyes devouring every second of the display. His chest was pressed flush to the cold wooden table, ass raised and shamelessly exposed, the robe fallen open and pooling around his ankles. Namjoon’s hands clamped down on his waist, the sheer size of his hand difference compared to Jimin’s making him feel even more helpless. Jungkook squirmed, thighs trembling, cock aching with neglect.
He had been waiting for this, for Namjoon to finally take him, for Jimin to allow it, to share him like some prized toy, a precious possession like Jimin called. Just being bent over the table, so bare, so vulnerable, had his cock drooling pathetically against the polished wood, every tiny movement making him twitch harder. He wriggled, shifting his ass as if begging, as if offering himself up. Jungkook didn’t know what awaited him, and the sharp crack of palm against skin rang out before he could even whimper. Jungkook cried out, jolting forward, the sting blooming hot across his ass as Namjoon spanked him again, harder this time. His body rocked against the table, cock dragging across the surface, and he gasped, nearly choking on his own need.
“You don’t move unless I tell you to”
Namjoon’s voice was low, steady, terrifying in its restraint. He didn’t even use any pet names like Jimin, not even his name, as if Jungkook were just a thing to fuck into. Namjoon brought his hand down again, a punishing slap that made the younger yelp, his toes curling as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. From the chair, Jimin’s low, sinister chuckle cut through the air, cruel and sweet all at once. He had his cock out now, hand wrapped around it, stroking lazily as he watched Jungkook squirm.
“Oh darling!”
Jimin taunted, eyes glittering as he jerked himself in lazy tugs.
“Already crying and he hasn’t even given you his cock yet. Very pathetic, Jungkook-ie. Where did all my training go? Can’t even wait without dripping all over the table”
The words hit harder than the spanking. Jungkook’s face burned as his gaze darted helplessly toward Jimin, and the sight… Jimin sprawled wide, hand moving over his cock, smirk carved sharp on his lips, making his own body twitch violently. Jimin fucked him hundreds of times, all the effort he put into molding him into a perfect little toy for them and the comment made Jungkook moan in shame. He whined, loud and broken, ass stinging from Namjoon’s relentless hands, cock throbbing so close to release it hurt. Another slap cracked across his ass, and Jungkook sobbed into the table, hips bucking against the wood for friction. Namjoon’s grip only tightened, holding him still, and his palm stilled midair, heavy hand still pressing down on Jungkook’s waist as his dark eyes flicked to Jimin. His voice came out flat, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to ruin him. Jungkook’s anticipation and need only grew.
“How many, Jimin-ah?”
Jimin’s smirk stretched wider, hand gliding over his cock as he leaned back into the chair, head tilting lazily.
“Make it ten. He’s a fast learner… and a greedy baby. He’ll take it”
Jungkook’s chest heaved, heart pounding in his throat. Ten. His thighs trembled, the ache in his cock unbearable already, but Namjoon’s grip never loosened, never giving him a second of freedom. He had already taken around five slaps and ten more. The thought made Jungkook moan, biting his lips to keep himself from bursting all over the place.
“You heard him”
Namjoon murmured low against his ear, voice sinking into his bones as he pressed a kiss on the wet cheek.
“You’re going to count for us. Every single one. Loud and clear, or we start over”
Before Jungkook could nod, the first strike landed, sharp and merciless.
“One!”
His voice cracked embarrassingly high, shame dripping through every syllable. His mind reeled back to the day Jimin fucked him at the charity event all those months ago, the start of his beautiful nightmare he loved so much. From the chair, Jimin groaned, stroking himself faster.
“That’s it, baby. Cry it out for us. Fuck, you sound so pretty”
The second slap came, harder. Jungkook yelped, hips jerked forward against the wood, cock smearing pre-cum in messy streaks.
“Two!”
“Good boy”
Jimin purred, his own breath hitching, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s trembling form as he fastened the pace, tugging and stroking his cock as Namjoon rained down slaps on his ass. The third, fourth, and fifth came in quick succession, rhythm steady and unforgiving. Jungkook sobbed out each number, voice breaking, body jerking with every blow, shame and need tangling until he was dizzy. His skin burned, heat radiating from the flesh, but when Namjoon’s palm smoothed over the sting, in a possessive way, Jungkook whimpered, hole fluttering open at the contact.
“Getting spanked raw like some needy little pet”
That was first. Namjoon never spoke anything until now, and even Jimin said he was the quiet type during sex, but those words made Jungkook almost come. His knees quivered, and toes curled. Jimin moaned, deep and shameless, fucking his fist harder.
“You see that, Hyung? He can’t even keep still, his hole’s begging for cock while you’re painting his ass red”
Another slap cracked, louder than the rest, making Jungkook scream into the table, voice breaking on.
“Six!”
Namjoon’s thumb dug into the fresh handprint, rubbing slow circles over the flushed skin as Jungkook whimpered, ass arching high without meaning to, his cock dripping mess onto the table.
“You’ll count every one and you can come as many times as you want. Don’t hold back”
“Seven!”
Jungkook sobbed, thighs trembling as his cock dragged helplessly against the polished wood. Tears flowed freely, making a little puddle on the table as his toes curled from the pleasure.
“Eight!”
The strike landed harder, and Jungkook’s cry turned into a needy wail, his body pitching forward, barely able to stay upright. Jimin’s moan filled the room, loud and filthy, his fist slick and fast over his cock as he leaned forward in the chair, eating up every sound.
“You are just a needy little bitch, Jungkook-ah, shaking and dripping, begging for more”
“Nine!”
Jungkook’s voice cracked, eyes rolling back, the burn and sting blurring into raw pleasure until his body couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Namjoon didn’t pause. His palm landed again, hard and final.
“Ten!”
Jungkook screamed, whole body jerking forward as his cock erupted, spilling all over the table in hot, white streaks. The orgasm ripped through him so violently his knees buckled, almost knocking him off balance if not for Namjoon’s unrelenting grip holding him down. His eyes blurred as a gasp left his lips, so loud it rang in his ears. The sight alone pushed Jimin over, his groan torn from deep in his chest as he spilled into his own hand, cum dripping between his fingers while he laughed breathlessly, still degrading him even through his release. Jimin was definitely an asshole, Jungkook concluded.
“Fucking knew you’d make a mess. Can’t even take a spanking without milking yourself”
Jungkook just stilled, chest heaving, drool smearing his cheek, his thighs twitching as cum still leaked from his cock. He was wrecked, flushed, skin glowing red from all the spanking, but Namjoon wasn’t finished. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the welted flesh, slow and deliberate. He kissed the sting, then opened his mouth wider, teeth sinking into the raw heat until Jungkook yelped and gasped, hole clenching tight. He sucked a mark into the curve of one cheek, then bit again, sharp enough to leave a bruise, while his hand slid down Jungkook’s hip, squeezing the mound.
“Perfect canvas”
Namjoon murmured against his skin, voice low. He dragged his teeth once more, leaving another mark before pulling back just enough to watch. Jungkook whimpered, too far gone, and when Namjoon’s mouth left him, his cock, already softening from the brutal orgasm, twitched to life again, hardening slowly against the table. His body betrayed him completely, ready to be used all over again. Jimin groaned, still stroking himself lazily through the aftershocks, eyes narrowing hungrily at the sight.
“You broke him, and he’s still getting hard for you”
Namjoon’s palms spread him wide, kneading the sore flesh until Jungkook was squirming, breath catching when those strong hands pulled his cheeks apart. A low sound rumbled from Namjoon’s chest, as he stared at the flushed, twitching rim… still slightly gaping from the stretch, glistening and pink, begging to be ruined. Heat shot through Jungkook’s body, shame coiling tight in his gut at the thought of not just Namjoon’s dark gaze but Jimin’s too. He didn’t even have to look to know Jimin was smirking, ready to spit out something cruel and mocking, and the thought made Jungkook’s cock throb helplessly against the table.
The wood groaned under the weight of Namjoon shifting closer, and Jungkook gasped when cool lube was poured straight over his hole, sliding down his crack, and dripping down the balls. Fingers pressed inside without hesitation, thick, relentless, scissoring him open. Jimin fucked him with his tongue and fingers, stretching him before which offered little to no resistance. Jungkook cried out, back arching as Namjoon stretched him deeper, the ache sharp but devastatingly good. But before he could even adjust, the fingers were gone, replaced in one brutal thrust by Namjoon’s cock driving inside, thick and unforgiving.
The sound that tore from Jungkook’s throat was raw, loud, visceral, his body jerking forward as his scalp burned. Namjoon’s hand had fisted in his hair, yanking his head back to hold him in place while his hips slammed forward. The pace was merciless, fucking him fast and deep, the heavy slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. Jungkook’s cries pitched higher, broken sobs and incoherent words spilling from his lips, every thrust wrecking him further.
And then Jimin moved like sin on legs. He pushed off the chair, still stroking himself lazily as he walked over, that cruel smile carved across his face. He didn’t bother with words at first… he just grabbed Jungkook’s chin, pulled him away from the table as Namjoon fucked him from behind, pried his lips open, and slid his cock past his tongue, burying himself in one smooth thrust. Jungkook gagged, the sound choked as he was pulled off the table completely now, while Jimin’s cock filled his mouth. He cradled Jungkook’s jaw, but his hips were anything but gentle, snapping forward, fucking his throat in sharp, shallow thrusts while Namjoon drove into him from behind.
“You are a sight to behold, Jungkook-ie”
Jimin rasped, voice thick with filth, eyes fluttering as he fucked Jungkook’s mouth.
“Hole stretched wide, cock down your throat… you were made for this, weren’t you?”
Jungkook’s muffled sobs and gags vibrated around Jimin’s cock, spit and tears streaking his flushed face while Namjoon’s brutal rhythm from behind left him trembling, body caught in the merciless pull of both men. His throat burned, stretched wide, while every thrust left him gasping around Jimin’s length, eyes rolling back, his muffled cries swallowed whole. The sound of skin slapping, and Jimin’s ragged groans filled the room, filth thick in the air.
Jimin pulled back just enough for Jungkook to gasp for air, then shoved himself back in, forcing another gag out of him. If anything, then Jungkook had learned how to take Jimin’s cock well. Jimin wasn’t long but he was thicc, hitting all the right places and his mouth burned the same way his ass did when Jimin fucked him. Contrary to that, Namjoon was long and veiny, so far deep in him that Jungkook could feel his cock in the belly.
“I love you like this, Jungkook-ie”
Jimin whispered, and Namjoon grunted low, hips snapping harder, his cock battering deep inside Jungkook’s clenching hole.
“He’s taking me better than he took the spanking. His body was made for cock”
Namjoon mumbled again, dragged Jungkook back by his hair, forcing his spine into a sharp arch as he buried himself to the hilt all while the younger struggled to keep his lips open for Jimin to ruin. He could tell both of them were close and he was close to. His cock ached and spluttered beads of pre cum, almost red from coming two times already. The pleasure was overwhelming, shame and bliss tangling into one messy knot in his belly. He was spiraling, desperate, whimpers muffled against Jimin’s length until tears blurred his vision.
Finally, Namjoon pulled back, his hand releasing Jungkook’s hair, letting him fall forward and gag around Jimin’s length. His cock slipped out with a wet sound, leaving Jungkook gaping, hole fluttering. Jimin withdrew from his mouth at the same time, smearing spit across Jungkook’s swollen lips as he tapped his cock against them, toying with the lip rings.
Both men loomed over him, breathing hard, eyes dark with hunger. Namjoon’s voice broke the silence, rough and commanding as he ran a hand up and down Jungkook’s sides.
“Decide, Jungkook-ah”
Jimin dragged his cock over Jungkook’s flushed face, smearing his spit across his cheek as he was pulled flush against Namjoon’s chest. Jimin reached out, brushing his sweaty hair and cupping his jaw.
“Yeah, baby. Who gets you first? Whose cock are you desperate for? Your throat or your ass?”
Jungkook’s breath hitched, chest heaving, his eyes darting helplessly between the two men. He couldn’t even process anything, his mind too clouded with pleasure to think. He needed to come, and his cock twitched against his stomach, leaking, his body screaming for more even as he shook. The weight of both their stares pressed down on him, thick and suffocating, his voice breaking when he finally choked out, trembling, eyes set on Jimin, wide and glossy.
“I…”
Jungkook’s voice cracked, lips swollen, drool still clinging to his chin.
“Namjoon Hyung… I want you”
The silence that followed was heavier than any blow. Jimin froze, his smirk snapping into something darker. For a beat his jaw clenched, then he laughed… humorless, low, mocking, the sound curling around Jungkook like smoke, suffocating him.
“Oh. So that’s how it is? After everything I’ve done to ruin you, you pick him?”
He gripped Jungkook’s face harshly, squeezing his cheeks until his lips puckered.
“Ungrateful little bitch”
Namjoon didn’t flinch. He just reached out, prying Jimin’s hand away, his gaze never leaving Jungkook’s wrecked face.
“He made his choice, Jimin-ah. He needed a change, a different cock”
And then Namjoon was back inside him, one brutal thrust splitting him open, making Jungkook scream loud enough to echo through the room. His hands scrambled at the table edge as he leaned forward, balancing himself, knuckles white as Namjoon’s hips snapped forward, stretching him deep, each stroke pounding his shameful choice into his bones. Jimin sat back down, furious, fisting his cock with quick, sharp pulls as he watched, spitting venom with every word.
“You are drooling, moaning, falling apart for him like I didn’t mold you for this. You’re pathetic. Fucking traitor”
Jimin’s voice cracked, torn between anger and raw lust, eyes glued to the sight of Namjoon wrecking him. Jungkook’s body gave out before his voice did. His orgasm hit violently, cum spilling across the table again as his sobs dissolved into broken cries. Namjoon held him steady through it, fucking him through the release until Jungkook collapsed, cheek pressed to the wood, body trembling and ruined, utterly spent. Only then did Namjoon slow, pulling out with deliberate control after filling Jungkook to the brim, his cock glistening. He looked at Jimin, then back at Jungkook, his voice flat but commanding.
“Bed. Both of you”
Jimin’s glare lingered, but he obeyed, yanking Jungkook up by the arm and half-dragging his limp body toward the massive bed. Jungkook stumbled, weak and flushed, but Namjoon’s sharp gaze followed every movement until they were sprawled across the sheets. Namjoon climbed up after them, standing tall at the edge of the mattress. He grabbed Jungkook by the chin, tilting his tear-streaked face upward.
“Lie down and open your mouth. You’re going to suck him clean”
Jungkook’s lips parted instantly, as he fell on the bed, obedience spilling from him in a whimper as Namjoon pushed Jimin until he was on Jungkook’s face, cock slipping past the lips. And then Namjoon’s eyes cut to Jimin, sharp as he planted a wet kiss on the plump lips while Jimin moaned, leaning forward to let his cock slip into Jungkook’s mouth, letting the younger suck it.
“You… put that mouth to use. Eat him out while he works on your cock”
Jimin froze, rage flickering in his eyes, but his cock twitched traitorously. His tongue clicked against his teeth before he shoved Jungkook's legs open, spreading him with rough hands as he collapsed, tongue teasing the abused rim.
“You think you’re clever, picking him over me?”
Jimin hissed, before burying his face between Jungkook’s sore, spit-slick cheeks, tongue lapping at his hole with shameless hunger. Jungkook choked on Jimin’s cock, torn between the brutal stretch in his throat and the obscene wet sounds of Jimin devouring him from behind, cleaning him up with tongue. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he gagged, moaned, and writhed, body shaking violently. The room filled with slick, gagging, and Jimin’s muffled groans against Jungkook’s rim. Namjoon’s hand tightened in his hair, as another pressed on Jimin’s ass, forcing his cock deeper down Jungkook’s throat.
“That’s it. Be a good boy. Make him come”
Jungkook’s lips stretched wide, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth, tears burning his lashes. Jimin was relentless with his tongue. He spread Jungkook’s cheeks wide, shoving his face against the swollen, punished hole, groaning shamelessly as he devoured him. His tongue pressed inside, dragging over raw, overstimulated walls, and Jungkook’s muffled scream vibrated around his cock. Jungkook moved his hand from Jimin’s waist to give his cock a few tugs so he could get over with it only to be smacked away by Namjoon.
“Don’t you dare touch yourself”
He warned.
“You’re going to come from this… his tongue in your ass, his cock in your throat. That’s it”
Jimin pulled back just enough to laugh, that fucking menace, filthy and cruel, before spitting against Jungkook’s hole and diving back in. His lips sucked hard, tongue fucking in sharp thrusts, moaning against the clench of Jungkook’s body. The younger was gone, completely undone. His hands fisted weakly in the sheets, then against Jimin’s waist, legs trembling, drool pouring from his lips as his throat was wrecked. The overstimulation built fast, his cock twitching against Jimin’s chest. Namjoon groaned, head falling back for a moment before looking down at the wreck beneath him.
“That’s it. Cry on his cock. Let him tongue you apart. Don’t hold back, Jungkook-ah”
And Jungkook didn’t… he couldn’t. His scream was muffled around Jimin’s length as his body convulsed, orgasm ripping through him with violent force. Cum spurted between them, untouched, his thighs shaking uncontrollably as Jimin growled against his hole, tongue pushing him through every wave as he released down Jungkook’s throat. Jimin pulled back and flopped down beside him and Jungkook’s throat was raw, hole slick and wrecked, cum staining his skin. Namjoon looked down at the ruined mess of him, then at Jimin still panting between his legs, face shiny with spit and slick.
For a long moment, none of them moved. Jungkook was trembling still, he turned to his side, cheek pressed to the damp sheets, lips swollen, body twitching with aftershocks. It was Jimin who moved first… softening, leaning in despite the filth coating his mouth. He cupped Jungkook’s jaw gently, tilting him enough to press a kiss to his raw lips. It was messy, tender, almost apologetic, and Jungkook melted into it, humming faintly. If anything, the aftercare he received was always amazing. Maybe, Jimin wasn’t an asshole. He never was, but he did act like it.
“You alright, little love?”
Jimin asked, voice low and careful, so at odds with the sharp mockery from earlier. Jungkook only nodded weakly, pulling Jimin closer by the nape, greedy for another kiss. His lips moved desperately, clinging as if Jimin’s mouth could ground him. When he finally pulled back, his voice was wrecked, trembling with need. Again, if anything, Jungkook had a very, very high libido, and he was always desperate. He had come around three times, but he could go for one more.
“Please… keep going, Hyung”
Jungkook whispered, pleading, doe-eyes glassy and wide. Namjoon chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating in his chest, a cruel kind of amusement in his gaze, as he stroked Jungkook’s hair.
“Insatiable”
He reached out, dragging his thumb across Jungkook’s spit-shiny lips before pressing down, forcing them open just a little.
“If you want more, you’ll get it”
Namjoon’s gaze flicked to Jimin then, and his voice dipped, eyes dark and shiny.
“Lay down”
Jimin blinked, a faint crease of surprise in his brow, but he obeyed… stretching out on his back, blonde hair spilling across the sheets, cock still flushed and slightly hard against his stomach. His eyes stayed locked on Jungkook, equal parts possessive and intrigued.
“And you…”
Namjoon’s hand curled in Jungkook’s hair again, gently tugging his face upward until their gazes met.
“Ride him”
Jungkook’s breath hitched, eyes darting to Jimin’s length, then back to Namjoon’s dark stare. His thighs ached, his hole still fluttering from Jimin’s tongue and Namjoon’s cock from earlier, but the idea sent a violent shiver through him.
“Are you sure?”
Jimin mumbled, fingers running down Jungkook’s sides as the younger straddled his lap, slowly grinding down on the cock. Jungkook let his palms rest flat on Jimin’s chest and gave a dopey smile with a little nod. That was all the confirmation they needed. Namjoon smirked at the hesitation, then leaned down, lips brushing Jungkook’s ear.
“I’ll join you from behind. You’re going to take us both”
Jungkook whimpered at the words, knees nearly buckling under the weight of it. His cock twitched again, despite being completely spent minutes ago. He let Namjoon guide him forward, lining himself up on shaky thighs as he held himself open. Jimin’s hands slid to his hips immediately, guiding, encouraging, even as his eyes blazed at Namjoon standing behind. The room grew suffocating with anticipation, with the sheer obscenity of what was about to happen. Jungkook stretched around Jimin first, already gasping, already shaking, and Namjoon waiting, ready to force him wider, fuller, until he could barely breathe.
Jungkook sank down onto Jimin slowly, thighs trembling as the head pushed past the loosened rim. His cry tore past his throat, hands clawing at Jimin’s chest as inch by inch, his hole stretched around the familiar length. Jimin groaned, watching him sink all the way until he was flush against his hips, cock twitching inside him. Jimin cooed, fingers stroking over Jungkook’s waist as though calming him, though his grin was sharp, anything but soft.
“Can you handle what’s coming, Jungkook-ie?”
Jungkook whimpered, nodding his head slightly, but his hips rolled helplessly, cock brushing against Jimin’s abs with every movement. His chest was flushed, skin gleaming with sweat, and his lips parted around soft pleas. Namjoon moved in behind him, hand pressing flat to the small of Jungkook’s back, bending him forward until his chest dragged against Jimin’s. His other hand slid down, thumb smearing over Jungkook’s stretched rim where it hugged Jimin’s cock, and the younger one nearly screamed.
“You think you’re ready?”
Namjoon’s voice was deep, almost cruel. He pressed the tip of his cock against the same, stretched hole, dragging it deliberately over the flushed rim, dropping a large amount of lube which mixed with the leaking cum.
“Because once I push in, you don’t get to stop”
Jungkook sobbed, torn between rocking back for more and trying to escape the overwhelming stretch. His hands fisted in the sheets by Jimin’s head, tears threatening falling out his eyes as he shook.
“P-please… please, hyung… I… I can take it, I can -”
Namjoon only hummed, dragging the head against the stretched hole again, smearing lube so it wouldn’t hurt, teasing mercilessly. His grip on Jungkook’s waist tightened.
“Beg properly. Say you want to be split open. Say you want both our cocks in you”
Jungkook’s whole body jolted, cock leaking against Jimin’s abs, chest heaving as the words tore out of him, broken and loud.
“I want it. I want both of you… fuck, please, split me open, fill me up. Just give it to me, hyung, please!”
Jimin groaned at the desperation, nails digging into Jungkook’s thighs as he snapped his hips lightly. Namjoon smirked, finally angling himself and pressing in, slow but unrelenting, alongside Jimin. The stretch was brutal, merciless, Jungkook’s scream muffled against Jimin’s shoulder as his body gave way. And when Namjoon bottomed out, hips flush against the younger’s ass, Jungkook was nothing but a wreck… gaping, trembling, completely filled to the brim.
Namjoon didn’t wait. His grip on Jungkook’s hips tightened, and he set a fast pace, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, forcing Jimin’s cock to grind deep inside with every punishing thrust. The stretch burned and throbbed, and Jungkook screamed, the sound dissolving into shameless cries as his hands clawed at Jimin’s shoulders, tears flowing down flushed cheeks.
“F-fuck, too much… too much”
Jungkook wailed, body jerking with every brutal snap of Namjoon’s hips. Jimin only smirked, brushing Jungkook’s tears away with gentleness as he thrust up very slowly to meet Namjoon’s rhythm.
“Shhh, darling. You wanted this, remember? Begged so sweet for both our cocks. Look at you now… stuffed full. You can take it”
The sweet yet nasty words made Jungkook’s cock throb harder, his hips rolling helplessly into the rough pace even as sobs shook his chest. He was beyond shame now, beyond any morality, voice breaking into filthy, desperate pleas.
“Please… please don’t stop, f-fuck me harder. Break me, hyung”
Jimin moaned, snapping his hips a little harsher as Jungkook squeezed his pecs, fingers toying with the nipples absent-mindedly as his body jerked and bounced with every thrust.
“I need it so bad, n-need both of you so d-deep”
Namjoon’s growl rumbled against his back, and his thrusts grew even harsher, pounding into him. Each stroke drove Jimin’s cock deeper, grinding against that sweet spot until Jungkook’s eyes rolled back, drool slipping down his chin.
“Pathetic. You are fucking pathetic”
Jimin crooned, licking the mess from Jungkook’s lips before kissing him hard, biting down until the younger whimpered into his mouth.
“You hear yourself? Begging like a slut while two cocks split you in half”
Namjoon didn’t say much, just fucked him, one hand fisted in Jungkook’s hair, the other gripping his hip so hard it bruised. His silence only made it worse, the steady, relentless pounding breaking Jungkook apart piece by piece. The younger sobbed, voice cracking as he choked out another filthy plea.
“Please fill me, both of you… fuck me until I can’t walk. I’ll take it, I’ll take it all, Hyung”
The words made Jimin moan loudly, nails digging into Jungkook’s skin. He could feel himself close. Jungkook didn’t speak at all, but now he looked broken, sounded broken.
“God, hear that? He’s begging for us like the perfect little mess he is”
He licked up his tears again, sweet and cruel all at once.
“Give him more, Joon. Don’t let him breathe”
Namjoon obeyed without a word, hips slamming mercilessly, cock driving in so deep Jungkook’s scream broke into nothing but high, wrecked moans. His body shook violently against Jimin’s shoulder before Namjoon tugged him flush against his chest by hair. Jungkook was gaping and stretched, shamelessly undone, exactly where they wanted him… completely ruined and still begging for more. Every time Namjoon’s cock slammed forward, his hair was yanked back harder, making his back arch beautifully as his body bowed, stuffed full with no escape.
“That’s it, baby, fucked open, filled to the brim. You love being our cockdrunk toy”
Jungkook could only moan, nodding at the words, agreeing to everything, his cock smearing precum all over Jimin’s stomach, untouched but aching. His thighs shook violently, every muscle tight, orgasm sitting on a knife’s edge as Namjoon’s pace grew rougher.
“Come”
He ordered, voice deep, dangerous, vibrating against Jungkook’s spine.
“Come all over him while we ruin you”
That command ripped through Jungkook harder than any touch… his scream muffled as he bit his lips, as his orgasm tore out of him, violent and blinding. Cum spilled across Jimin’s abs and chest, hot and messy as his body convulsed, clenching so tightly around both cocks that Namjoon groaned, low and guttural, finally breaking his silence.
“Fuck!”
Namjoon’s hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed, thick release painting the walls white. The force of it had Jungkook shaking, his overstimulated body twitching under the stretch. Jimin followed almost instantly, his head tilting back with a filthy groan as his own orgasm crashed through him, as he filled Jungkook up right alongside Namjoon, cum spilling until it leaked out around both of them, running hot and wet down his thighs. Jungkook collapsed against Jimin’s chest, sobbing and moaning, overwhelmed, hole stretched way too obscenely around two cocks still buried deep inside, cum leaking everywhere. He was ruined, broken open.
After five minutes, Namjoon finally pulled out, the stretch gave way to emptiness, and Jungkook whimpered, body clenching weakly around nothing as thick streams of cum spilled out of him. Jimin slid out just after, groaning at the mess that followed, their combined release spilling freely from Jungkook’s swollen hole. Namjoon’s palm spread over the small of his back, pressing him down to watch the obscene sight. His voice was low, rough, threaded with both amusement and filth.
“Look at you, Jungkook-ah. Gaping… ruined. You can’t even close up anymore”
The words made Jungkook’s face burn, tears still wet on his cheeks, but his cock twitched feebly against his stomach, betraying him even now. Namjoon gave one last drag of his thumb over the wrecked rim before finally collapsing back onto the mattress beside Jimin, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temple. Jimin pulled Jungkook up against his chest, cradling him like something fragile even as his body was sticky with cum and sweat. He brushed damp strands of hair from Jungkook’s forehead, kissing him softly, slow and tender.
“You did so well, sweetheart”
Jimin whispered against his lips, sweet praises melting into each soft kiss.
“Took us so good, baby”
Jungkook hummed weakly, too drained to answer, melting into the warmth of Jimin’s arms. Every bone in his body felt undone, yet the praise had him clinging tighter, soaking in the rare tenderness like it was oxygen. Namjoon stretched out, his hand brushing lazily along the younger’s thigh, sticky and warm.
“I will shower and order some food. Clean up and come down”
Namjoon murmured, pressing a brief kiss to Jimin’s lips, one to Jungkook’s temple before slipping off the bed. As the door shut behind him, Jimin tilted Jungkook’s chin up, kissing his lips softly, careful and unhurried.
“Come on, bun. Let’s get you clean”
He guided Jungkook gently to the bathroom, keeping one arm wrapped around his waist as though afraid he’d topple over. The large tub was already filling with steaming water by the time Jimin lowered him carefully onto the edge. He tested the warmth before dropping the baby blue bath bomb, and pulling Jungkook into his lap as he slid into the bath with him, cradling the younger boy against his chest. The water lapped over their skin, soothing the ache in his muscles, washing away the stickiness clinging to him. Jimin reached for the sponge, running it slowly over Jungkook’s arms, chest, and thighs. Every time Jungkook flinched from soreness, Jimin pressed a kiss there… shoulder, collarbone, the curve of his jaw, anywhere he could reach.
“You did so well tonight. At the concert, and for us”
Jimin whispered against Jungkook’s damp hair, fingers massaging shampoo into his scalp, gentle circles that made the younger’s eyes flutter shut.
“So perfect for us. Hyung is so proud of you”
Jungkook let out a soft sound, half a sigh, half a hum, tilting his head back to rest against Jimin’s shoulder. He felt lighter in the water, like he was floating, every inch of him cared for, worshiped in a way that went beyond filth and into something that left his chest warm. When Jimin rinsed his hair, he kissed his temple with a fond smile.
“Almost done, darling”
He tilted Jungkook forward slightly, carefully washing his back, then sliding the sponge over his legs before setting it aside. His palms smoothed over clean skin, pulling Jungkook tighter into his arms as if reluctant to let him go.
“We watched the concert. Me and Joonie Hyung, and you were spectacular up there. You always have been. You shine the brightest on stage, Jungkook-ah”
Jungkook blinked, turning his head slightly to catch his expression. His lips curved into a smile, soft and a little bashful, though his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Really? You both watched the whole thing?”
“Of course, Wouldn’t miss it”
Jimin chuckled, flicking water droplets off his cheek.
“Hyung was glued to the screen, don’t let him pretend otherwise. He even clapped and cursed when you hit that high note in the encore”
That made Jungkook giggle, giddy warmth bubbling up inside him as he shifted in the water, turning in Jimin’s lap to face him fully. These were his favorite moments. Getting fucked was one thing, but just these simple conversations made his heart swell. Namjoon wasn’t a talker, but Jimin… he was the sweetest.
“You’re lying”
“Never”
Jimin said, grinning wide. He cupped Jungkook’s cheek, thumb stroking over damp skin as he whispered.
“You were breathtaking”
Jungkook’s chest fluttered, and he hid his face against Jimin’s neck, hugging him, which only made the older man laugh softly, kissing the crown of his head. They lingered in the bath until the water cooled, before Jimin finally coaxed him out, drying him thoroughly and leading him back to the bedroom. From a neatly folded pile on the dresser, Jimin pulled out a pajama set… soft cotton, loose and comfortable, and handed it over with a warm smile and a ruffle to his wet hair.
“Wear this. You’ll sleep better”
Jungkook slipped into the pajamas, the shirt falling big on him, definitely Namjoon’s, and let Jimin fuss with his damp hair for a moment. When he looked up, Jimin was watching him with that unbearably tender expression again, as if nothing in the world could compete.
“Hyung, stop staring”
Jungkook whispered, a little shy but unable to hide the small smile tugging his lips. Jimin leaned in without a word, pressing their mouths together, a warm kiss, with no sharp edges. Jungkook sighed into it, hands curling lightly in Jimin’s shirt, savoring the sweetness of it. By the time they pulled apart, both of them were smiling, laughter soft and close between their lips. Jimin took his hand and intertwined their fingers, tugging him gently toward the stairs.
“Come on. Joonie’s waiting, and I’m starving. I bet you are too”
Hand in hand, still sticky-haired and kissed-dumb, they made their way downstairs, ready to just feast on the food and cuddle on the bed later.