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He can’t focus. There’s too much going on around him, too many noises in his ear—it’s all too much.
Jimin’s been sitting at the his desk for at least 5 hours now, aimlessly clicking through emails as his mind drifts. It’s not until he mistypes and ‘the products are being held on the the ship that’s still docked’ for ‘the goods are being held on the shit that’s still dicked down’, does he swivel around in his desk chair, and make a beeline for the office break room. He nearly knocks out a person on his way, both men stumbling when Jimin turns the corner fast.
“Woah, are you alright?” Yoongi asks, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jimin nods rapidly.
“Y-yeah, sorry about that.”
The raven-haired male nods. “Alright. If you need anything, let me know—you look like you’re going to explode.”
‘My pants are going to fucking explode’ , Jimin thinks to himself.
The break room is quiet, void of any coworkers, allowing Jimin to collect himself by the sink. “Get yourself together,” he mutters, washing his hands. He glances around the room, hopeful to find any free snacks displayed on the table for employees. Maybe a small treat would calm his nerves.
Today was the day. The day. Taehyung had chosen a Friday evening, a few days after their little brunch date they’d had, and Jimin has been full of jittery nerves since. Parts of him could wait for the day, and other parts of him were ready to take off in the other direction. He’s got no clue how this is going to go, but it better not be anything short of fantastic.
His phone buzzes as he pulls out a small glazed donut from a box sitting on one of the tables. The message is from Taehyung.
TaeTae [1:23 PM]
Hey
Everything is ready to go. Joon gets home at 4
We’ll eat and then let the games begin 😈
Jimin rolls his eyes at the emoji, though he feels less nervous when the brunette doesn’t take things as serious as he does. He sends a quick ‘Okay’ and munches down his donut. The day couldn’t end any faster.
“Shut up.”
“No, I’m serious!”
“You didn’t have to say it like that!”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Well, I hate to break it to you Jimin, but we can’t eat spicy foods before we fuck. I don’t want to shit myself half way through—and I just cleaned myself out!”
Jimin grimaces. “Cleaned…out?”
“Yes, Minnie. I douched my ass because we’re going to be going at it for a while—not the usual fucks Joon and I have.”
“Ah…” The blonde pouts, but pulls out a menu from their local pizza place instead, putting away the other stack. “I’ll order pizza then.”
Taehyung gives him a nod of approval before leaving the kitchen, sitting on the couch next to Jungkook. Jimin can see him visibly tense up— the way he usually does when he’s nervous, but lets him be, the dark red stains on his cheeks and ears bringing a fluttery feeling to his chest.
Jungkook was feeling just as nervous as he was, unsure of how this entire ordeal would unfold. It relieved him to know he wasn’t the only one.
The pizza doesn’t arrive until exactly 45 minutes later, right in the hot center of an intense debate about whether Santa was actually evil or not. The doorbell rings, cutting Jimin short of his piece, and causing the group of men to erupt into laughter.
“What the hell did we just argue about?” Jungkook chokes out.
“A very important topic that needs to be addressed worldwide,” Taehyung answers seriously.
Namjoon just rolls his eyes, getting up to open the door for the delivery man.
They munch happily on the cheesy slices, filling their bellies to the brim with pizza and coke. Taehyung burps loudly, patting his stomach. “Pizza never fails,” he murmurs happily. The tension is back, thick enough that it could be cut with a knife. Jimin looks around cautiously, unsure of what to do next. So, he picks up the garbage, quickly making his way back to the kitchen. He doesn’t catch Namjoon trailing behind him.
“What place did you order from again? That pizza was really good,” Namjoon says from behind him, starting the blonde.
“A-ah, it’s called Spacca Napoli.”
Namjoon nods his head, looking off to the side. Jimin turns back, placing their rest of their garbage in the trash.
“So…”
Jimin waits for Namjoon to finish, but he doesn’t.
“So…?”
The taller male looks up at the ceiling, chuckling almost darkly , making shivers run up Jimin’s spine. He looks the blonde directly in the eyes.
“You know we’re going to win, right?”
He blinks hard at Namjoon, the words taking a second to register in his head. Oh. Oh .
“N-no you’re not. Me and Kookie will.”
“You so oh so confident, for someone who’s stuttering, Minnie.” He leans close to the blonde, backing hm slowly into the counter. Jimin’s heart is picking up pace, beating damn near out of his chest. This wasn’t the usual kind and soft-spoken Namjoon. This was a completely different side.
Jimin scales the man, suddenly very aware of their size difference. He’s huge. And although Jimin’s not quite small himself, Namjoon’s got a hell of a lot more muscle mass than he does. He could crush him.
“Jungkook’s gonna make Tae come first.”
“And what makes you say that?” Jesus, his voice is so deep—
“He fucks m-me good. I just know he’ll do the same for Tae.”
Namjoon shakes his head, a dimpled smile forming on his face. “Oh, Min,” He drawls, inching close enough to place a hand on the counter behind Jimin. “Who says, I won’t fuck you better?”
Fuck.
“I- I don’t-“ He doesn’t know what to say. He’s wracking his brain for any sort of response but is coming up empty, stuck with opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
“Cat got your tongue?” Namjoon’s face is inches away from his, his warm breath fanning on Jimin’s lips and oh god he wants to kiss him so bad .
“You won’t,” He breathes out. “I’ll make you come before everyone else.”
“Oh?” The taller man raises his eyebrows in slight surprise, but he quickly goes back to feigning nonchalance. It’s too late, though. Jimin has found a crack in the wall.
“Taehyung told me about you. I know how bad you want to fuck me.”
Namjoon doesn’t respond, but his jaw locks as he stares intensely into Jimin’s eyes.
“I know just how badly you want to stuff your fat cock inside me,” Jimin says lowly, letting his lips graze over the other male’s. Namjoon sucks in a sharp breath.
“Are you going to let me?”
The shared heat between their bodies is rising quickly, leaving Jimin to feel hot all over—the same way he did when Jungkook whispered hotly in his ear just a few nights before.
“Yes,” he says breathly, finally, finally connecting their lips in an insistent kiss.There’s a fervor running through him, impatience getting the better of him as he runs his hands over Namjoon’s broad chest.
“I should have known you’d have such a filthy little mouth on you,” The brunette growls, his large hands moving to grasp Jimin by the waist firmly. The whine Jimin lets slip passed his lips is so loud it’s embarrassing, the ache of pure desire so prominent in his voice.
He’s forgotten that they weren’t in the bedroom, that they were in Taehyung’s kitchen, and this wasn’t his boyfriend. Then, Namjoon is pressing into him, dragging himself across Jimin’s front, and every rational thought slinks out of his mind.
“O-oh,” Jimin gasps.
Heat licks at his belly as his fingers scramble for purchase along Namjoon’s shoulders. The blonde pushes forward against Namjoon’s cock, desperately seeking the electric thrill of friction and heat.
The kitchen is filled with heavy pants , the two men stuck in their own game of push and pull.
“So big, it’s so b-big, Joonie.”
“Look at you, so desperate, yet I’m the one that’s going to lose, hm?” Namjoon responds mockingly, rolling his hips harder. Jimin’s so wet, the soaked crotch of his panties slicked and sticking to his folds almost torturously. He needs to feel something inside him so bad. Something to fill him up, reducing him into nothing but a dumb cockslut.
“Starting without us?” A voice, definitely not either of theirs , says from the doorway.
The two men startle, jumping away from each other to face the origin of the sound. Jimin’s embarrassed beyond belief, especially when he meets the curious eyes of his boyfriend. Namjoon looks at Taehyung, who’s standing beside Jungkook, and speaks up.
“Baby, I was trying to rile him up…making him come would be even faster if he’s already begging for it.” Jimin whips his head toward Namjoon.
“Hey! That’s what I was trying to do!” Jungkook chuckles, walking toward the blonde.
“That’s my good boy. Trying to get Joon hyung tired quickly hm? Give me more time to fuck Tae hyung nice and good?” Jimin flushes, heat searing through him and he lets out a humiliating whine when he feels more slick leak out of his clenching hole. He’s so wet, so ready, and there’s no way he’s not getting fucked tonight.
“I hate to break up this heart felt moment, but we’ll be the ones to win,” Taehyung says, grinning widely. “I saw you, humping on my Joonie like a cat in heat, Jimin. I know how much you want it.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, speaking before Jimin could get a word out to defend himself.
“You ever heard of acting? Anyway, let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Jimin doesn’t even get a chance to register what happens the second he steps foot into Taehyung’s bedroom. One second he’s looking around, the next he’s being pushed onto the bed, hot and wet lips trailing all over his body.
He cranes his neck to see Jungkook and Taehyung mouths open in an obscenely wet kiss, and it does nothing but make his belly tingle with excitement.
Namjoon lifts his t-shirt up and over his head, cursing at the sight before him. A lacey, sky blue bralette adorns his small chest, the hardened buds on his nipples pushing against the fabric.
“Fuck, Jimin.” And like an automatic response, he brings his hands down to cup the small mounds, kneading them like dough.
Jimin was right. They just barely filled Namjoon’s large hands, successfully making him feel even smaller than the man above him. “You gonna take it off of me?” He asks teasingly, narrowing his eyes until he feels Namjoon shift under his seductive gaze. He’s on a roll —Jimin: 1 and Namjoon: 0.
Namjoon doesn’t get to respond, because a light moan shifts their attention to the men beside them. Jimin turns his head, breath hitching in his throat when his eyes land on Jungkook, sucking hungrily on a very shirtless Taehyung’s clavicle. They’re breathing heavily, rocking their bodies back and forth in a delicious grind. The brunette has positioned himself between Taehyung’s legs, cock rubbing in a painfully teasing way right against the older male’s, both hard and staining against the front on their sweats. Taehyung opens his legs wider, welcoming the fervent desire Jungkook brings.
Jimin feels himself clench around nothing, more surprised that he feels his arousal shoot up rather than dissipate into jealousy. He feels almost prideful? He’s proud his boyfriend has Taehyung looking wrecked before they truly begin—but he’s more prideful of the fact Taehyung, his best friend , is the one receiving all this pleasure. Part of him wants to feel sick, like this is wrong. But he can’t, not even when he wills himself. All he feels is more desire.
“I’m right here, Minnie.” Namjoon purrs into his ear, drawing Jimin back to the situation at hand. “What, I’ve lost your interest already?” His voice is filled with mock sadness, the rough and eager hands that trail down Jimin’s body make sure he knows that. “Let me bring you back.”
The blonde lifts his little hips, sucking in a sharp breath when the cool air comes into contact with the dampened crotch of his matching blue panties. “Wow,” Namjoon whistles. He points right at the spot, smiling amusedly. “Guys, look at the fucking mess Jimin made.” How humiliating.
He tries to close his legs, but Namjoon, being much stronger, pushes his thighs up, spreading them wide for two other sets of eyes. Jungkook and Taehyung pause, leaning over to look.
“Shit, Minnie, you’re really enjoying this, hm?”
“Of course he is, he’s drenched his fucking panties through. He’s practically begging for Joonie.” Taehyung responds, as if the answer was quite obvious. It was. And the fact that they’re right does nothing but make his clit throb, his entrance oozing with wetness.
“Now, let’s get these off, shall we? Don’t want to waste any more time.” He peels the panties away starting at the waistband, slowing where the crotch is glued and molded to the plump lips of Jimin’s cunt, dewey and dark. A humiliating web of slick follows the crotch, shocking and cold when it breaks and retracts back to the plump folds.
“So fucking pretty, Min. You’ve got such a pretty cunt.”
Taehyung extends an arm over Jimin, reaching towards Namjoon. “Give- give to me.” He pants out, one hand clutching Jungkook’s hair. The younger male has got his head between his thighs, already kissing at the insides of his thighs. Namjoon raises a brow, looking toward Jimin as if to ask permission.
Jimin looks to Taehyung, who’s eyeing him. “Please. Jimin. C-can I have them?”
He doesn’t know what to say, nor does he know why Taehyung would want them, but he nods, his mind already on autopilot.
Taehyung nearly snatches them out of the older male’s hand, bringing them up to his nose without missing a beat. The blonde’s eyes widen in realization, ready to snatch his own panties out of his friend’s hand but it’s too late. Taehyung inhales deeply, face contorting into one of pleasure and satisfaction.
“What the f-fuck?”
Taehyung looks toward Jimin again, his mouth dropping into an open, sly grin. “Smell so good—always loved your scent, Minnie.”
Fuck. Why is that hot? WHY is that hot?
A dollop of wet gushes from between his folds and down the cleft of his ass cheeks, making him flush bright red.
“Taehyung…you’re making me more wet.”
“Shit.” Taehyung’s breath is losing its pace, progressively turning more uneven. “I’m making your little pussy drip?”
Jimin doesn’t trust his voice, nodding instead. His bottom lip is tucked between his teeth, a poor method of trying to suppress the moans building in his throat.
“Where’s the lube?” Jungkook pants, lifting his head from between Taehyung’s thighs.
Namjoon chuckles. “Jeez, slow down, Kook. We have to start at the same time.” He passes the brunette a bottle of lube, watching as Jungkook lathers a good bit onto his fingers. “How many can you take first?” He asks, gently rubbing the older male’s thigh.
“Two,” Taehyung responds.
“Perfect, baby.”
Jimin feels two warm fingers spread his slickened folds, his pussy flowering open to display a hot and wet center, nearing a dark pink as blood continuously rushes to his cunt. It’s always embarrassing to be this exposed, even though Jimin has had plenty of sex with Jungkook. Now, someone else was seeing him, which does nothing but make Jimin more embarrassed.
Namjoon subconsciously licks his lips, bending down to kiss along Jimin’s jawline. He removes his hand from Jimin’s cunt, bringing two thick fingers to his plump lips. Much like a few nights before, Jimin has gotten accustomed to licking and wetting up Jungkook’s fingers before he slides them inside.
Watching Namjoon stare deep into his eyes, sucking intently on his own, makes the blond feel aroused beyond belief.
“H-hyung, touch me, please,” he breathes out, the competition slowly slipping his mind as his body grows impatient. Namjoon grins.
Look what you’re doing to me,” he growls, aggressively gripping one of Jimin’s wrists, before pressing the palm onto his erection. He begins to grind his hips into it, inching his wet fingers inside the hot wetness of his cunt. It’s only two fingers— two fucking fingers , but Jimin feels like he’s full already. He’s so fucking out of it, he doesn’t know what to focus on first— the thick fingers inside of him flowering his pussy open or how or how fucking hard and warm and huge Namjoon was.
Jimin can’t help the moans that escape his plump lips, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, loving the way Namjoon’s lengthy fingers fuck him. When the third finger joins the other two, and Jimin loses it entirely. His toes curl in the air, both legs hovering over Namjoon’s shoulders, and his mouth opens wide to let out the prettiest moan the other three men have ever heard in their lives. It spurs the oldest male on to continue prodding Jimin’s insides deep, speeding up until the blonde is writhing.
It was all so overwhelming to take in, his body about to combust into flames from the sensory overload. Three fingers feels like so much, stretching him so wide. Whimpering, he squeezes the older male’s clothed dick in an attempt to encourage Namjoon to keep going, watching as the brunette sucks in a sharp breath.
Then, Jimin registers the feeling of cloth under his fingers, and oh. It’s practically lewd, the way Namjoon is still fully dressed, compared to Jimin, who’s only in his skimpy bralette.
“Off n-now,” he moves his chubby little fingers toward the hem of Namjoon’s shirt, pulling insistently. Luckily (but unfortunately, when Jimin feels him slide his fingers out), the older male obeys immediately, crossing his arms over to pull his shirt over in the most sensual way.
His abs ripple tantalizingly, and Jimin is sure he’s drooling (from where exactly, he isn’t sure) at the sight unfolding in front of him. Namjoon is well built, muscular in all the right places. The blonde makes note to kiss and suck all over his big and broad chest later. He was not going home without doing so.
Jimin lets his head roll to the side again, gaze falling on his best friend and boyfriend. Taehyung’s got his head thrown back, his mouth open in a permanent ‘o’ shape as Jungkook thrusts two fingers inside of him, slow and deep—just the way Jimin loves it.
“Doing so good Tae, taking Kookie’s fingers so well.”
Taehyung looks over to him, pure bliss evident on his face. “H-he’s so good, nngh , love his fingers.” Jungkook grins, pressing harder into Taehyung’s prostate and making the older male jerk, arching his back. The heavy, warm weight of Namjoon’s cock startles Jimin, who glances down to find the older male rubbing the bulbous head slowly over his aching cunt. He lets it kiss the rim of the entrance, watching amusedly as Jimin’s pussy clenches, a weak attempt at trying to coax Namjoon’s cock inside of him.
“Mmph,” He’s raising his hips like a seeking cat, calves using Namjoon’s shoulders to push up and off. Taehyung grabs ahold of his hand, lacing their fingers together.
“Are you ready, Min?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. The blonde only nods, because he’s truly at loss for words. Normally, he’d be at home, munching on whatever dinner he or Jungkook had whipped together after a long day of work, but here he was: laying on his back next to his best friend as they’re both about to be fucked by their boyfriends. Well. At least he can say that there’s not a single boring day with Kim Taehyung.
“Stay relaxed for me, baby.” Namjoon’s slicking himself up, wet and obscene sounding, as Jungkook follows suit. “Condom or no condom?” Jungkook asks both men, who glance at each other. Taehyung strokes Jimin’s knuckles with his thumb. “Wanna see Joonie’s come drip out of you…can I?” God , Taehyung was never this hot, even when they used to fuck.
“O-only if I can see the same.” His breath falters on the last word, the syllables catching in his throat. Taehyung understands him still, nodding fervently.
He waits with a baited breath as Namjoon positions himself, aligning his cock to Jimin’s winking hole. Then, with only a light caress on his thigh as a warning, he applies pressure.
Despite feeling the heavy monster of a cock in his palm, Jimin isn’t prepared for mewl he lets out as Namjoon slowly feeds it in, inch by inch. It’s not so much the length that pulls Jimin into a clowdy state, but the girth. “Gonna fuck just the way you need,” Namjoon grunts out, “Fill this little pussy up just right.”
Jimin wants to nod, wants to agree with him but the sting makes the walls of his cunt clench tight, almost repelling the bulbous head of the older male’s cock.
Then, Taehyung’s letting out a long, sultry moan as Jungkook enters him smoothly. He takes Jungkook with ease, reminding Jimin that he gets fucked by Namjoon daily, constantly taking that fat cock like it’s nothing .
He’d almost call it magic—some sort of super aphrodisiac—but suddenly his pussy begins to relax as a shock of arousal shoots down his spine, and Namjoon’s sliding all the way in, the velvety drag of his length against the walls of Jimin’s cunt eliciting a simultaneous groan from both of them.
“I-it’s inside me— oh god , it’s ins-side.”
Taehyung grips his hand harder, both his and Jungkook’s gaze trained on his lower half. He follows their gaze and-
“Holy shit,” Jungkook gasps.
It’s not quite prominent, but it’s there, and visible. Jimin’s stomach is bulging.
He reaches down with his free hand to the best of his ability, gently letting the pads of his fingers graze over the sopping and stretched rim that’s welcomed in Namjoon’s length, wrapped around it in a hot and tight caress. He then drags his fingers up slowly, letting it rest over the lump.
“You’re right here, Joonie. I can feel you so deep inside.” He widens his eyes, letting them gloss over a little for extra effect. Namjoon curses under his breath, head falling back for a second as he inhales deeply, trying to collect himself.
Jimin shoots Jungkook a quick smirk.
However, it’s quickly wiped from his face as soon as Namjoon begins to thrust in and out, forcing his cunt to take him over and over again. “So tight,” he grunts huskily, relishing the way Jimin’s hips jump with each long stroke. “So tight for me, aren’t you? Suck me in so well. Such a good little fleshlight, the best…” he trails off, devoting his full attention to picking up the pace, his abdominal muscles rippling beneath his skin as he thrusts in and out, pace becoming urgent.
“Yes, Minnie. K-keep taking that fat fucking cock inside, nngh , l-let a-ah, Joonie use you.”
Taehyung’s gasping, body shifting with each of Jungkook’s sharp and deep thrusts.
The sting begins to dissipate with each stroke, through the rim of his cunt remains sore. It’s quickly ignored and replaced with the unfurling pleasure that Namjoon brings. He’s touching every sensitive bundle of nerves, dipping his hips at the perfect angle to pound directly into his g spot.
Jimin keens, both from the feeling of being so full, Namjoon’s cock working deftly inside of him and the praise he receives from Taehyung , half delirious in a cock-induced frenzy. He bucks underneath him like a bitch in heat, continuous sweet moans leaving his plump lips. He bites down on the bottom lip, looking over to Jungkook and Taehyung.
“Yeah, right there, right there, just like that,” Taehyung moans, jerking when Jungkook nails his prostate head on. He whines, high and helpless; he’s staring at Jimin, open-mouthed, eyes lidded. “Oh—oh, oh f-fuck, fuck—”
Jimin manages to grin amongst his breathless moans. “You like that, Tae? You like how Kookie’s fucking you?”
Taehyung’s cock is dribbling hot precome all over his stomach as Jungkook begins ramming into his tight hole, ruining him. Lube drips down to Jungkook’s balls and the soft, wet skin hits the older male’s ass with each thrust, an obscene, nasty slapping sound.. His lips stay parted as he pants, unable to hold back the delirious little whimpers he makes, as though he’s drunk on pleasure.
“I— nnh , oh fuck yes, yes, Minnie. He’s—he’s so good.”
“Yeah? You like that?” Jungkook snarls, pressing into his prostate repeatedly. It sends mind-numbing shocks of pleasure throughout his entire body, making toes curl, and winded gasp escape from his lips.
Jimin watches on, clenching and unclenching around Namjoon’s thick cock.
“Oh my God, oh —yeah, so good, your cock feels so good in my ass, fucking me so good— mmph ”
Taehyung’s body is tensing up, like he’s close already. Jimin smiles triumphantly.
“Hold out, Taehyung. Don’t you fucking come.” Namjoon’s pulling out, leaving Jimin whining at the sensation of feeling empty.
Then, he’s being lifted up and flipped over like a goddamn ragdoll, knocking the breath out of his lungs. “Fuck, got such a fat ass,” Namjoon’s lining himself up again, the tip breaching Jimin’s sloppily wet hole. He slaps the left cheek, watching as the juicy fat ripples. “So fucking fat.”
From there, it’s a mess of moans and skin slapping on skin. Namjoon pulls out until his tip is all that’s left inside, and thrusts in with a sharp roll of his hips. His hips slap against Jimin’s doughy cheeks, resounding in an addictive, loud clap. The blonde is reduced to a babbling, trembling form, gripping the bed sheets until his knuckles whiten as the older male repeats the motion over and over again with precise aim.
“Y’know you wanna come, Minnie,” Taehyung pants out, face inches away from the blonde’s. Jimin licks his lips, the desire to kiss his best friend building in his chest. He stretches as far as he can without pulling away from Namjoon, moving his head to hover over Taehyung’s. “You know you want to, Jimin. I can’t tell how badly you want to come all over Joonie’s cock,” he whispers, a hand reaching to caress Jimin’s bouncing breast through his bralette. Jimin gasps.
“Not until you do,” Jungkook mutters, voice hard to hear as the two friends exchange hot breaths and moans.
“H-huh?” Taehyung asks, glancing over to the brunette.
I said,” he says louder, both hands sliding down Taehyung’s sides to grip hard at the waist.“Not until you do,” he repeats, a sharp thrust delivered with each word.
Relentless in his thrusts, Jk’s suddenly drilling into him like he knows that’ll set the older male off, despite having never fucked him until tonight. He rolls his hips as though he has to prove a point, his abs flex with all the exertion.
Taehyung thrashes, body shivering and spasming, his arms curling around Jimin’s neck in a useless attempt of staying grounded. Instead, it brings Jimin’s lips down to his in a sloppy-wet kiss.
“C-can’t hold it, Joon, h-hurry up!” Then Taehyung’s lips are back on his, muffling their moans. Namjoon grunts, pushing on Jimin’s back to make him arch further, and fuck, o-oh fuck that feels so good—
Jimin’s hungry little cunt clutches at the thick intrusion, trying to draw it in deeper, the soft wet walls clinging and flexing in short spasms. “Gonna, gonna make me come, Joonie— he groans when Taehyung pulls away. Stuffing my little c-cunt to good, o-oh .”
Both boyfriends are fucking into them with fervor, practically pounding the two friends straight into the mattress as they race to make them come first. The room is full of nothing but deep groans and obscene, slick, squelches.
“N-no, no, c-can’t —oh !” Taehyung seizes up with a cut-off cry. His back arches up in shock, cock spurting all over his chest and lower abdomen.
What tips Jimin over the edge is a few droplets of come that land on his chin, dripping down, hot on his skin.
Yes, fuckfuckfuck ,” Jimin gasps, taking Namjoon’s abusive thrust, the tail end of his tone pitching into a mewling keen. He sobs and arches violently and gushes , squirting all over the older male’s cock as he continues to plow into him. It’s humiliating the way his juices drip down their thighs, his pussy squirting more with each oversensitive thrust.
“Gonna fucking fill you up —breed this pussy so well—shit.”
“Yes, yes, breed me, come inside me, please .”
Namjoon’s close, Jimin can feel it in the way his hips stutter with each thrust, pace faltering.
“Fuck, fuck—me too, g-gonna come,” Jungkook moans speeding his thrusts faster than Jimin has ever seen. “Use me, fuck —use me please, Kookie, mmph , fucked my little hole so fucking good—”
Both men come in unison, filling them up with hot, creamy come. It’s a surreal feeling, and Jimin feels just loopy and out of it. Jimin shudders, speechless, thoughtless, unsure of what to even do next. Then, Namjoon is slowly pulling out, rubbing a soothing hand over his back.
“I,” Jungkook pants. “I won.”
“We came at the same time, so no one did,” Taehyung protests. Jimin musters up enough energy to speak.
“N-no, you came before I did. Jungkook has the best dick confirmed .”
“But you squirted!”
“Yeah, so what? Namjoon hyung has good dick game.”
“I demand a rematch.”
An onslaught of groans and protests fill the room from the other three men, too tired to continue on.
“Fine, fine. Whatever.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, huffing.
When Jimin and Jungkook drive home the next morning, the car is filled with an oddly comfortable silence. That is, until Jungkook speaks.
“Babe?”
“Yeah?” Jimin responds, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
“You know how you and Tae were kissing yesterday?”
He hesitates for a second, unsure of where this conversation is going. “…Yeah?”
“It was hot, and I kinda wanna see Taehyung fuck you.”
“Dude we just left—how are you horny agai—”
“I’ll bottom for Joon hyung.”
Silence.
“Fucking deal .”
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