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Jungkook stretches across the bed and frowns at the cold empty space he finds there. Checking the time, he sees it’s early afternoon, which means Tae must be working and Jimin is probably meeting a client for lunch. He lies on his back for a moment while he lets the rest of his sleep fade away. But as the clock ticks closer and closer to 1, he makes himself get up and ready for the day. 


He showers, making sure to be gentle around the bruises on his thighs, the bite marks on his collarbone. He doesn’t have to go back to work for two weeks and his boyfriends are already taking full advantage. Freshly clean, with a little bit of mascara and lip gloss in place, it’s time for the real preparation for the day. 


He places his foot on the cold edge of the bathtub and lubes his fingers. The thrill of either Jimin or Tae finding the toy inside him later is enough to turn him on and he’s already half hard as he swirls his fingers around his rim. Opening himself for the steel plug is easy enough after last nights fun, and it slides into him, firmly set in place, the fluff from the bunny tail soft on his skin. He bites his lip to stop a whimper as the steel grazes his prostate. He pulls on a pair of pale purple boxer briefs, admiring in the mirror the way the fabric stretches over the taut muscles of his thighs. Finishing the look with a matching fuzzy purple sweater, he heads downstairs. 


He finds Tae working in his studio, bent over his light table, hands flying across the paper. Jungkook admires him from the doorway for a moment, the way his black button up shirt stretches across his shoulders. His black curly hair is getting long, ruffling at the collar of his shirt. Jungkook knows how soft it is, how it smells like vanilla, and his fingers twitch with wanting to run his hands through the curls. 


After a minute Tae notices him and turns around to face him, a slow, sweet smile creeping across his face. He reaches his hand out, inviting Jungkook to come toward him. “Good morning, bun. How are you feeling?” 


Jungkook smiles back, coming forward to let Tae’s arm wind around his waist. “Good. Sleepy,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of Tae’s head. 


“Let me look at you.”


Jungkook obliges, taking a step back so Tae’s eyes can rake over him, head to toe. Tae pushes up the hem of Jungkook’s sweater and runs his hand over the fingerprint shaped bruises on his hips. Then his fingers trail down to the marks on his thighs and he presses one finger into a particularly dark hickey. Jungkook sighs at the ache, but it’s a good kind of pain, the kind that reminds him that he’s theirs. 


“Here, sit,” Tae says, pulling Jungkook down to straddle the piano bench he has instead of a desk chair. He ruffles Jungkook’s hair, caresses his cheek with the back of his hand. There’s a dark glimmer in his eye, the kind that sends a thrill through Jungkook from his spine to his toes. “What’s your color, baby?”


Jungkook swallows, anticipation flaring through him. He tries to still himself, he doesn’t want to seem too eager, but he knows there’s nothing to do about the way his eyes go wide, his mouth dropping open a little. “Green,” he says.


“Green what? ” Tae nudges, hand still in Jungkook’s hair. He pins Jungkook with a dark look, making Jungkook squirm.


“Green, hyung.”


“Good, good. Now I think you know what to do,” says Tae, glancing down to his lap.


Jungkook slides from the bench, positioning himself on his knees between Tae’s legs. He runs his hands up Tae’s lean, firm thighs, biting his lip. Tae makes quick work of his belt and fly while Jungkook continues to tickle a trail up and down his slacks with his fingernails. But a quick glance from Tae stills Jungkook’s hands. He helps Tae with his pants, reaching into his boxers, palming Tae’s cock before he’s even done taking it out.


Jungkook swallows again, eyes roving over Tae’s length. He’s barely hard, but Jungkook’s mouth is watering. He knows how big Tae is, how good he tastes, how heavy and warm he is in Jungkook’s mouth. His own cock hardens just at the sight of him. He looks up at Tae for permission and Tae gives him a nod, gently guiding Jungkook down onto him. 


Jungkook takes him all the way in, even soft he easily hits the back of Jungkook’s throat. Tae lets out a low hiss Jungkook isn’t sure he’s meant to hear. His hands roam the length of Tae’s thighs again and he gives an experimental bob of his head, his jaw adjusting to the weight of Tae’s cock. But then he feels a tug on his hair, strong enough to make him gasp, but not enough to hurt.


“I don’t think so,” Tae teases. He pushes Jungkook’s head all the way down. “Put your hands in your lap.”




Unable to hold back the whimper when he realizes what’s happening, Jungkook does what he’s told, clasping his hands in his lap. He settles down onto his feet, the pressure pushing the plug inside him, and he squeezes his eyes shut.


“Are you comfortable?”


Jungkook nods once.


“Good. Now don’t move.”


It doesn’t take long for this to become torture. Tae pulls his light table closer so that Jungkook is fully under it, and sets back to the storyboard he had been working on when Jungkook first came downstairs. Jungkook fights the urge to squirm, to swallow around Tae’s cock, heavy on his tongue. Drool is pooling in his cheeks, threatening to spill through the corners of his mouth. Jungkook attempts to distract himself by listening to Tae’s penstrokes across the table above him, but it’s useless when the plug is so deep inside of him, his cock straining against his briefs. The fact that Tae is ignoring his struggles turns him on even more; it means he’s doing a good job, doing exactly what Tae told him to do.


Jungkook’s jaw begins to ache after a while and saliva drips from his mouth all over the base of Tae’s cock. He can’t help it--he swallows, his body acting all on its own and he feels the moment Tae pauses. Heartbeat picking up in his chest, Jungkook clamps his eyes shut, waiting for Tae’s next move. But a second of silence passes punctuated only with Tae reaching down to stroke Jungkook’s hair.


Tae goes back to his art. All of Jungkook’s senses are heightened; he can hear the ticking of the clock on the far wall above the door, the thick carpet scratches at his knees, every time Tae shifts and they accidentally touch is like sending an electrical current through Jungkook’s body. The tips of his toes start to tingle.


He doesn’t know how much time passes before Tae rolls the table away. With a gentle touch, Tae takes Jungkook’s face in his hands and pulls him off. Spit and tears color Jungkooks’s face but he doesn’t make a move to wipe it away, doesn’t stretch his jaw to relieve the ache, though he’d like to. He stays still like Tae told him, meeting his eyes and letting his mouth hang open.


Tae just stares at him for a minute, pushing his bangs out of his eyes, wiping away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. “Fuck, look at you,” he finally whispers. Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook can see Tae’s cock hardening, feels his own jump in response. “Color?”


“Green, hyung.”


“Okay. I need to make a phone call. Think you can be quiet, hm? Keep my cock in your pretty little mouth and don’t make a peep, and maybe I’ll let you suck me off.”


Jungkook moans, gives into the temptation to palm himself over the cotton of his briefs--just once. Then he lowers his mouth over Tae’s cock, wiggling on his knees a bit to get comfortable again. Tae pulls the table closer once more and Jungkook can hear the muted ringing of FaceTime on Tae’s laptop. 


“Hey, Taetae, what do you have for me?” Jungkook inhales sharply at the sound of Jin’s voice through the speakers. His cheeks flare with heat, all the way to the tips of his ears. He can’t believe he’s doing this; all it would take to be seen is the tilt of Tae’s screen.


Apparently the idea excites Tae, though. He shifts in his seat, pushing his hardening cock deeper into Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook swallows around it, breathing coming heavy and fast paced in his attempts to silence the moans building in his chest. He balls his hands into fists, the tips of his painted black fingernails digging into his palms. He’s so hard now, the urge to reach inside his briefs, to touch himself and relieve some of the tingling pressure, is almost overwhelming.


Jungkook loses track of the conversation as Tae and Jin dive into the specifics of the game they’re working on. His head feels fuzzy, almost sleepy, and he squirms a little, his back starting to ache. Tae ignores him, shuffling papers on his table. The initial excitement of being on camera seems to have faded for him now and he’s back to being unbothered. 


The need to do good wars with the need to be noticed. But ultimately, the latter wins out. He knows he’ll pay for it later, but Jungkook feels a little thrill of excitement at the idea of toying with Tae. It isn’t much, but he lifts his head, lips tightening around Tae’s hard length as he slides his mouth slowly, slowly, all the way to the tip. 


Tae clears his throat, mid-sentence, and reaches his hand into Jungkook’s hair. He tugs sharply and shoves Jungkook’s head down until his nose is pressed into trim hairs at the base of his cock. Jungkook gags through a smile, tears pricking the corners of his mouth. Everything in him is burning fire, knowing how good his mouth must feel to make Tae react so quickly.


Jungkook closes his eyes again, breathing deeply through his nose, ready to behave. Distantly, he hears the sound of the front door opening, the click of Jimin’s metal-heeled boots on the tiled foyer floor. A moment later he appears; through the narrow space between Tae’s legs and the bottom of the table, Jungkook can see Jimin’s feet on the carpet, black socks and tight black jeans as he walks past the door to Tae’s studio--and stutters to a stop. He’s seen them.


Jungkook waits for Jimin to greet Jin over Tae’s shoulder, but it never happens. Instead, Jimin silently makes his way to Jungkook, sticking to the perimeter of the room and avoiding Tae’s camera. Jungkook can’t turn his head, can’t follow Jimin’s movements, pinned in place under the table. So he strains his ears to hear what’s happening behind him, nearly yelps when he feels Jimin snake an arm around his waist and take his hand.


“Squeeze my hand once for red, twice for yellow, three times for green,” Jimin whispers in Jungkook’s ear, lips so close to him that he shivers. He pumps his hand three times, giving Jimin the all-clear to keep touching him. 


Jimin’s fingers graze lightly over Jungkook’s cock as he pulls his hand away and Jungkook sighs, tears pricking his eyes. A second later he sees Jimin’s shirt drop to the floor beside him, and Jimin’s hands are on him again, all searing hot skin and cool metal rings across his back. One hand reaches out to grab at Tae’s thigh and his cock twitches in Jungkook’s mouth, pulling a quiet gag from his throat.


“Alright, Jin, I gotta go.”


“But, Tae. I--” Jin’s voice is effectively cut off by the laptop slamming shut. 


A moment passes, Jungkook holding his breath, waiting for Tae’s next move. Tae lets out a low groan as Jimin’s hand roams ever upward, across Tae’s inner thigh and around his hip. Tae strokes Jungkook’s hair again. It’s almost too much sensation, between Jimin’s fingers lightly scratching his ribs, the ache in his body, Tae’s nimble fingers. Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed and he lets it wash over him like a wave.


“Watch out.” Tae’s voice is rich and low and leaves no room for either of them to say no. Jimin pulls away from them, one of his rings clicking against the barbell in Jungkook’s nipple. He whines before he can stop himself. 


Together, Jimin and Tae move the table away and Jungkook has a clear view now of Tae’s face. His jaw is set, mouth a flat line, but his eyes are burning, the only thing betraying what’s really happening in his mind. Jungkook sighs again when Jimin’s hands slide under his shirt, feels the heavy weight of Jimin’s chest pressed against his back.


“I’m going to move him,” Jimin says over his shoulder, and Tae nods, leaning on one hand and watching them. Jimin gently guides Jungkook’s head from Tae’s lap. Strings of saliva connect Jungkook’s mouth to Tae’s cock, pulsing and rock hard in front of him. Jungkook swallows the drool down, jaw burning and aching. “How are you doing, bunny? You good?” Jimin’s voice is so soothing in his ear, it’s almost enough to dull the pain in his neck from being hunched over so long. Jungkook nods, eyes shut, and Jimin tuts his approval. “Okay, now arms up.”


Jungkook complies and lifts his arms so Jimin can pull his sweater off, tossing it into the pile with his own discarded shirt. The chill air makes Jungkook shiver, goosebumps prickling his skin. Jimin makes a small, quiet sound of appreciation, tracing one finger up the ridge of Jungkook’s spine. 


“Our bun is so pretty, isn’t he Tae?” 


Tae leans forward, searing gaze burning a hole straight through Jungkook. He swipes his thumb over Jungkook’s lower lip, presses a finger to Jungkook’s chin, tilting his face upward. “Gorgeous,” he agrees before pushing Jungkook’s face back down.


This time Tae doesn’t bother to hold anything in, head thrown back as Jungkook slides Tae’s cock into his mouth. He swirls his tongue once around the shaft as he goes down, and Tae growls , grip in Jungkook’s hair tightening. 


“Now, I want you to be a good bunny and hold perfectly still while I fuck that tight little hole of yours.” Jimin’s voice is quiet, breath cool against his ear. “Do you think you can do that?”


A wild thrill shoots through Jungkook at Jimin’s words. He almost collapses under the weight of them, body thrumming like a livewire. He nods once, throat bobbing on Tae’s cock. Jimin pulls at Jungkook’s hips, lifting him up onto all fours. The movement rocks the toy inside him, sliding against his prostate and he does everything he can to silence the whines. He doesn’t want them to know, wants to see their faces when they realize it’s been in him this whole time.


Jimin tugs at the elastic band of his briefs, pulls them down, and whines--actually whines . The sound sends a shudder up Jungkook’s spine and his cock twitches, hanging to the floor between his legs. Jimin runs his hands over the swell of Jungkook’s ass, parting his cheeks a bit to take a better look. Every touch is like a static shock, his nerves oversensitive and on high alert. Jungkook takes a second to look up at Tae who’s just watching it all unfold, the only sign he’s even paying attention is the hardening length pressing the back of Jungkook’s throat. He wants Jimin to touch him, wants it so bad , his back arches, pushing back into Jimin’s hands. But Jimin lets out a low laugh instead, pulling away and rising to his feet to come stand behind Tae.


Jungkook watches, mesmerized, as Jimin runs his hands over Tae’s broad shoulders, the contrast of his golden skin against the black of Tae’s shirt almost blinding. He massages the muscles around Tae’s neck, rubbing across the flat plane of his chest. Tae finally lets go a little, eyes falling shut as he leans back against Jimin. Jungkook’s own skin tingles with wanting as Jimin presses kiss after kiss against Tae’s neck, jaw. Tae turns to face Jimin and their mouths finally meet, lips sliding open easily. Jungkook whimpers, knowing what Jimin’s soft lips feel like, and the cool glide of Tae’s tongue piercing. 


“Our bunny wore his tail for us,” Jimin finally says when they pull apart. “You should see it. Pretty hole all tight around his plug. Probably thought of your cock when he slid it in.” He punctuates his point with a nip to Tae’s ear lobe, Tae’s cock bobbing in Jungkook’s mouth.


Tae lets out a long, low whistle, his eyebrow raised. “Is that true, bun?” Tae asks, running his fingers through Jungkook’s messy, tangled hair. Jungkook swallows the drool gathered in his cheeks, pleading to Tae with his eyes to let him move, let him lap his tongue around Tae’s cock, let him make Tae feel good . “You’ve always been so eager. Was last night not enough for you? You couldn’t wait to have something, anything inside you again, huh?”


Jungkook nods, spit and tears all over his face. Because it’s true. He loves feeling full, no matter how good they fuck him, even both at the same time like the night before, he can’t get enough. Loves to be used and pumped full of come, and-- oh. 

He didn’t even notice when Jimin moved, but he’s behind again, warm hands traveling the expanse of Jungkook’s back and chest. He pauses for a second over Jungkook’s tattoos and Jungkook preens; he knows how much Jimin admires them, likes to trace the delicate outline of the cherry blossom branches. He reaches around and flicks the barbells in Jungkook’s nipples, then trails his hands down his belly, around his hips, everywhere but where Jungkook so desperately wants to be touched.


Jimin palms Jungkook’s ass, thumbs circling his rim where the toy rests. He lets out an appreciative murmur, “So, so pretty.” He blows a cool stream of air over Jungkook’s skin before diving in with his tongue, circling the base of the toy. Jungkook’s muscles quiver with the strain of holding himself still. He whines around Tae’s cock, fighting to keep his eyes open and locked on Tae’s face. Above him, Tae watches Jimin, teeth digging into his lower lip. He strokes Jungkook’s hair almost absent-mindedly, wholly focused on Jimin’s every move.


“Do you think he’s earned that?” Tae asks, glancing down at Jungkook as if daring him to make a sound. “He’s been awfully whiny, haven’t you, bun?” 


Jungkook swallows again, thrilling at the involuntary--and small--act of defiance. Tae furrows his brows in response, fisting Jungkook’s hair and shoving his head down further. His cock presses the back of Jungkook’s throat, stuffs his cheeks. It’s all Jungkook can do to focus on his breathing as Jimin swirls his tongue around his rim one more time.


“He just tastes so good, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin says, giving the fleshy part of Jungkook’s cheek a little nibble. Jungkook squirms at the sudden sharpness of the pain, but Tae’s hands grip the sides of his head again, holding him firmly in place. 


“He’s been a brat,” Tae says, an edge to his voice. “Show him what we do to brats.”


Jungkook’s cock twitches where it hangs toward the ground. He knows he’s leaking, dripping and messy all over Tae’s carpet, and he blushes, embarrassed by how needy he can be. Mouth stuffed full, he can’t whine when Jimin pulls away, snapping open the bottle of lube and dripping some around Jungkook’s hole. He massages Jungkook’s opening before tugging lightly on the bunny tail, slowly inching it out of him. Jungkook instantly clenches down at the empty feeling, tears falling hot and wet down his cheeks. He curls his toes, using all of his willpower to hold still and wait for Jimin.


“Don’t even have to open him, the little slut that he is,” says Jimin. The cruel words are softened by the tone, by Jimin’s wandering hands. A second later Jungkook can feel the blunt tip of Jimin’s lubed cock prodding at his hole, and in a single, easy slide, Jimin is all the way inside him, stretching him, sharp hip bones pressing into the flesh of Jungkook’s ass. 


Jungkook whines again. He’s so full, Jimin’s thick cock pressing against all sides of him. He pleads up at Tae, silently with his eyes, but Tae isn’t paying him any mind. Instead, the intensity of his gaze is aimed at Jimin, his breathing starting to get heavy. Jungkook arches his back, giving Jimin better access, knowing what the curve of his spine does to drive Tae wild. 


“Mm, look at him trying to be pretty for you, Tae,” Jimin breathes. He trails one hand from the small of Jungkook’s back all the way to his aching neck. Jungkook shivers at the touch, every muscle in his body trembling. 


Jimin is a relentless lover. He knows exactly how to fuck Jungkook to make him come in two minutes flat. But not today. Today he rams into him, hands grasping Jungkook’s hips brutally, body angled to purposely avoid Jungkook’s prostate. A sob rips from Jungkook’s throat when he realizes what Jimin’s doing. Jimin is thoroughly using him and heat flares through him at the idea of it. At knowing his body is there for Jimin’s pleasure. Jungkook is a little stronger than Jimin, strong enough to hold himself still while he takes Jimin’s unforgiving thrusts. He watches Tae, whose eyes are all blown pupils and hooded lids. 


Some silent exchange must happen between Tae and Jimin because a moment later, Tae nods. Then Jimin has a fistful of Jungkook’s hair, grip so tight Jungkook sees sparks, and he’s being pulled off of Tae. Jimin pushes him face first into the floor, grunting with the effort, still ramming his cock into Jungkook as they change positions. With a hand on Jungkook’s hip and the other splayed across his back, Jimin pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside, abusing his prostate over and over again. Jungkook screams into the carpet, eyes screwed shut. He can hear Jimin talking to him but can’t make out anything other than the tone, gruff and low and mocking.


It doesn’t take long for the tingling in his cock to start, for the tight coil between his legs to almost snap. A few more thrusts from Jimin and Jungkook will spill all over the floor. His thighs shake, whole body going taught as the orgasm builds inside him. He feels Tae stroking his hair, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “Do you wanna come, baby bun?”


The words race out of him before he can stop them. “Yes-yes, hyung, please let me come,” he whines, falling into mindless babble as Jimin rails into his prostate one more time. Jungkook flexes his thighs, scrabbles at the carpet with his fingernails. He’s so close. “Please, Tae-hyung,” he says, reaching for Tae’s hand. “Please, I wanna come.” 


“I know you do,” says Tae, gently stroking Jungkook’s hair. “But you haven’t earned it yet.” And with a single glance, Tae stops Jimin in his tracks. Jimin immediately slows, angling away from Jungkook’s prostate and another sob wracks Jungkook’s whole body. His muscles are on fire, cock throbbing with an unspent orgasm. His whole body rebels, shaking, as he bites into his lower lip. 


Jimin’s pace is languid now, a slow, steady drag while Jungkook cools down. And Jungkook just takes it, feels every inch of Jimin sliding in and out of him, so slow he can feel every ridge and curve of his cock. He avoids Jungkook’s prostate again, fingers tickling over his hips and purposefully teasing around the base of Jungkook’s cock but never actually touching him. Tears flow freely from Jungkook’s eyes, wetting his hair, the carpet beneath him. When the trembling finally stops, and he confirms that yes, his color is still green, Tae signals Jimin and it starts all over again. 


Jimin fucks into him, their bodies sliding forward a bit with every new jab of Jimin’s hips. A delicious rug burn forms on Jungkook’s knees and he knows that for days he’ll think about this moment every time he feels the sting. Jimin holds him so tightly that he can feel new bruises forming from his thumbs at the small of his back, and the thought of all those marks almost sends him over the edge again. But Jimin’s pace is growing erratic, the sweet, high coos a tell-tale sign that he’s about to come. 


Tae crawls away from Jungkook’s face then, and Jungkook looks over his shoulder to watch him slot himself behind Jimin. Jimin leans into Tae’s body, throwing his head back to let Tae suck a bruise into the pale skin there. The long, lean line from Jimin’s throat, down his chest and abs, shining with a thin sheen of sweat, sends a pulse of desire running straight through Jungkook’s cock. He feels two sets of hands holding him now as Tae rocks Jimin’s body, guiding him through his orgasm. They move together, paying no mind to the way Jungkook’s face presses into the floor, his voice cracking and spent as he whimpers, begging to come.


“T--tae..” Jimin’s voice pulls Jungkook out of his head. He turns his head again to watch Jimin come, watch him shudder in Tae’s arms as his hips buck of their own accord. His cock pulses as he comes, spilling molten inside Jungkook. Tae holds onto them both, steadying Jimin with his sure grip.


“Good, babe?” Tae asks Jimin, running his hand over Jimin’s chest, across the tattoo on his ribs. He gently strokes up and down the length of Jimin’s torso, murmuring too low for Jungkook to hear with his heart racing in his ears. 


“The best.” Jimin tilts his head up for a kiss and Tae quickly indulges him, hand coming up to cup Jimin’s jaw. “Our bunny’s always so good for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as Jimin rubs his back.


Jimin, half soft now, slowly pulls out and Jungkook whines, already missing the thick, heavy weight of him. But Tae’s hand is there immediately, two delicate fingers sliding over his hole. He pushes them in and pumps a few times. “You fucked him wide open, Jiminie,” Tae sighs, crooking his fingers to flutter against Jungkook’s prostate, sending Jungkook keening. “I’ll have to use his mouth instead.” Then Tae pulls his fingers out, quickly replacing them with the steel of the bunny tail. The toy slides in and Tae rocks it inside him a few times, just to hear the sounds Jungkook makes. 


Tae takes his place back on the bench and Jungkook looks up at him, mouth watering at the sight of Tae stroking himself. “Come,” is all Tae has to say to have Jungkook crawling across the floor and sliding between his legs. Tae cups the side of Jungkook’s face in his hand, brushing away a tear with his thumb. Jungkook feels almost like an animal, like a pet, and it sends a wild heat through him, like he’s only there to please Tae and Jimin. And he’s doing such a good job. 




Jungkook just nods, sighing at the gentle pressure of Tae’s hands on him. But Tae clears his throat. “You gotta use your words, Kook.” 


“Green, hyungie. I’m green.” 


“Good bunny.” 


With his other hand, Tae presses the head of his cock against Jungkook’s mouth, salty precum wetting his lips. Jungkook lets his jaw drop open, loose and relaxed as Tae pushes himself in. Jungkook takes a deep breath before his throat is blocked, swallowing around Tae just to see the way Tae’s eyes roll back. 


“Go ahead, bun.” 


It’s all Jungkook needs to hear. He grabs the base of Tae’s cock, thumb gently stroking over his balls. Tae hums, hands gentle in Jungkook’s hair. Swirling his tongue as he bobs his head, Jungkook hollows his cheeks, taking in every inch of Tae until his nose is pressed into Tae’s skin. He knows it won’t last long, that before any time passes Tae will grab him and fuck his throat raw, so he takes advantage by tasting every bit he can. He suckles at the head, hand stroking the shaft but he’s sent reeling when he feels Jimin’s tongue on him. The vibrations of his voice send Tae into a frenzy. Balling Jungkook’s hair in a fist, Tae rams into him, fucking his mouth almost as relentlessly as Jimin fucked him into the floor. 


“Fuck, bunny,” Tae groans. “You take me so beautifully. You were made for this.” 


Tae comes without warning, come coating the inside of Jungkook’s cheeks, pouring down his throat. He pulls out and leaks out of the corners of Jungkook’s mouth, dribbling down his chin. He strokes himself through the tail end of the orgasm, the rest of his come landing on Jungkook’s numb and swollen lips. Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed, the last of his energy sapped as he lays his head on Tae’s lap. 


“Come on, baby.” Jimin’s voice is soft now, sweet. Jungkook’s whole body is blazing fire as Jimin runs his hands all over him. He pulls Jungkook off of Tae’s lap, supporting his weight. And a moment later Jungkook feels a solid pair of arms around him, lifting him up and carrying him out of the room. 


The world feels hazy, everything far away except the warmth of Tae holding him. He sets him down carefully on the couch, head resting in Jimin’s lap, and Jungkook turns to the side a little to wrap his arms around Jimin’s waist. He breathes in the sandalwood scent and lets it take over his senses, grounding him. 


“Do you wanna come, baby?” Jimin asks him softly. Tae kneels on the couch in front of them, smoothing his hand over Jungkook’s side. 


Jungkook whines. His cock is still hard, so hard it’s almost painful, and it gives a little twitch as Tae’s hand travels lower. 


“Do you want Tae-hyung to help you?” Jimin asks. 


“Y-yes, hyung,” Jungkook moans, voice muffled in Jimin’s lap. 


The first touch, Tae pressing a featherlight kiss to the underside of Jungkook’s cock, sends Jungkook gasping, clutching at Jimin’s body. He’s so sensitive he’s sure he could come from this alone, from Tae’s warm breath ghosting over him. Tae’s hands are soft as he palms him, and his mouth is so warm, so wet as he takes Jungkook in. 


Jimin rubs Jungkook’s back as Tae slowly bobs up and down, lips a tight seal around the shaft. “That’s it, Kookie. Tae’s mouth feels so good, doesn’t it. All for you, sweetheart. You earned it.”


With one hand cupping Jungkook’s balls and the other prodding the toy deeper into him, Tae hums his appreciation. Jungkook’s hips buck up into Tae’s throat and Tae holds him down, stopping only half of the writhing and incoherent moaning. Jungkook scrabbles for purchase, holding tightly onto Jimin, feet digging into the couch cushions. He comes wildly, screaming into Jimin’s lap and Tae swallows it all, hands rubbing soothing paths all over Jungkook’s belly down to his thighs. 


“You are amazing, Jungkook-ah.” Tae’s voice cuts through the buzzing in Jungkook’s ears. He punctuates his point with kisses to Jungkook’s hips, abs. “You always do so well for us.” Another kiss just above Jungkook’s navel and Tae lays his head down, curly hair soft and soothing against Jungkook’s hot and sensitive skin. 


Jungkook’s heart beats out of his chest and he takes a few long, deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to center himself. Jimin leans down to kiss all over his face, his forehead, the damp and sweaty hair at his crown. With Tae’s arms tucked tightly around him, Jungkook feels warm and comfortable, safer and at home. 


“I’ll be right back, okay, Kookie?” Jimin slowly disentangles himself from Jungkook’s grip, ruffling his hair. His departure leaves space for Tae to crawl up the couch and slot his body beside Jungkook. He wraps his arms around him, pulling Jungkook’s head down to rest in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Tickling soft patterns across Jungkook’s back, he hums to him, deep voice thick like honey, soothing and sweet. He unbuttons his shirt and they’re skin to skin, Jungkook soaking up Tae’s warmth. 


“Let’s get you cleaned up, and then I want you to drink this. Okay, Kook?” Jimin says, placing a small bottle of orange juice on the arm of the couch. Jungkook nods into Tae’s chest and allows himself to be turned around to face Jimin. He closes his eyes as Jimin wipes his face with a warm cloth, swiping away the dried tears and drool and come. Then Jimin’s hand is reaching between Jungkook’s legs and he flinches. 


“I know you’re sore, but let’s get this out of you, yeah?” Tae’s voice soothes him through Jimin’s gentle pulling until the bunny tail is gone. Jimin wipes him clean and helps him back into his briefs and into a more upright position, nestled in Tae’s lap. He smears a little bit of ointment to the rug burns on Jungkook’s knees and a bite mark on his shoulder he doesn’t even remember happening. 


Jungkook cracks open the juice, sipping at it gingerly as Jimin pulls a blanket over him and Tae and kneels in front of them. “How you feeling?” Jimin asks. 


Jungkook pauses, assessing. His knees burn, his jaw aches, his muscles are weak like jelly. But a pleasant tingle envelopes his body and the fuzziness is starting to leave his head. “Good, hyung. Really good.”


“And you, Tae? Do you need anything?” Jimin takes Tae’s hand and presses a soft kiss to his knuckles. 


“I’m good, babe, thank you. Kookie, are you sure you’re alright? That was a lot. Is there anything you didn’t love, or wouldn’t want to do again?”


Jungkook sighs, lying back against Tae’s chest. “No, everything was perfect, Taetae. I promise you did good, too.” 


“And how’s your jaw?” Jimin asks. 


Jungkook absently rubs at the aching joint, opening and closing his mouth a few times to stretch the muscles. “I should probably train if I’m going to do that again. Get a bigger gag.”


Jimin’s breath hitches and he falls forward into Jungkook’s lap. “Kookie,” he groans, drawing out the name. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” 


“You’re gonna make us want round two,” Tae laughs, snuggling into Jungkook’s neck. 


“Not a fucking chance.” 


Jimin’s giggles shake all three of them and he wraps his arms around Jungkook’s and Tae’s waists.