"Jungkook. Taehyung. Come with me."
Taehyung and Jungkook look up, the former's eyes wide and the latter's lips parted. There was a hard, cold look on Jimin's face, leaving them no room to object or protest. Jimin's eyes flicker around the room, jumping from one mop of hair to the other — everyone having kept their heads bowed in respect. He eyes Jungkook and Taehyung down one last time before leaving the room, turning his back on them silently. The pair rush to catch up.
To anyone else, this is just Jimin taking his two most loyal men to his office for a chat. To Jungkook and Taehyung, who know Jimin better than they know themselves, the slight limp in his walk and the clear aftermath of a once raging blush promises something much more exciting.
"So... where we going?" Jungkook speaks up, a grin evident in his voice and a teasing lilt to his tone. Jimin turns his head to the side, giving Jungkook a glare from the corner of his eye that has Jungkook cackling and Taehyung biting down on a laugh of his own. Jungkook takes one big step forward, pressing himself against Jimin's side and leaning in to whisper. "You don't wanna say it out loud? Is it something embarrassing, baby?"
Jimin elbows him swiftly in his lower abdomen, ducking his head down. "Be quiet."
Jungkook backs off with a snigger, taking a step back and elbowing Taehyung. Taehyung grins, quirking an eyebrow at him. He follows Jungkook's line of sight when he nods down to Jimin's ass — his eyes widening immediately at the sight of something round and thick in girth bulging in Jimin's slacks, bang in the middle of the seam running down between his ass cheeks. A butt plug.
"Shit, Jimin," Taehyung groans, crowding up against Jimin and grabbing a hold of the plug lightly between his fingers, pushing it in a little harder. Jimin squeaks, stops dead in his tracks and reaches back to grab a hold of Taehyung's wrist. He's looking around frantically, fear evident in his eyes.
"Will you two cut it the fuck out?" He asks, his voice shaky and light, pushing Taehyung's hand away and fixing his hair unnecessarily, all flustered and awkward. "Th-the next time one of you touch me before we get to my room, I'm sending the both of you away. Understood?"
"But then who'd fuck you, boss?" Jungkook chips in, still staring at the bulge of Jimin's butt plug, eyeing his ass down like his favourite meal.
Jimin punches at the button for the lift, turning around to face them with the prettiest flush on his puffed out cheeks and his arms crossed over his chest, lips pouting around his words. "Myself. Like I've been doing for the past fucking hour."
This gives the both of them a thought and a visual to run over and play around with in their minds, going quiet and losing the dumb, teasing smiles almost instantly. Jimin rolls his eyes, turning back around on his heels once the elevator pings and the double doors slide open for him to slip right into, Taehyung and Jungkook following him in dutifully.
It's a silent elevator ride up to the top floor. As much as Taehyung and Jungkook would love to tease Jimin, they know he's not one to back down on his words. And truth be told, Jimin could have anyone in the damn world service him, and they'd rather not risk losing him due to some innocent teasing that Jimin's short temper would not take all too well.
But while Taehyung and Jungkook stay silent and still, Jimin seems to be in absolute agony. He can't stay still — he's shifting from one foot to the other restlessly, playing with his fingers, fiddling with his hair, letting out small and pitched little huffs periodically. He's incredibly jittery and it's all somewhat rather endearing to watch.
"You okay, boss?" Taehyung asks, the teasing tone masked by the genuine curiostity and worry in his eyes as he takes a hold of Jimin's wrist. Jimin jumps at the contact, eyes a little glazed over when he blinks down at the sight of Taehyung's fingers wrapped around him.
"Yeah. Yeah, I-I'm fine. All good."
He tugs his hand out of Taehyung's hold, clearing his throat and staring straight ahead with big eyes. Taehyung and Jungkook share an amused look.
It's Jimin that's stumbling out of the lift as soon as the elevator doors slide open, a relieved sigh heaved out of him as he takes small but rushes little steps to his office. His secretary pays him no mind as he rushes past him, typing away at his laptop like it's the most natural thing for Jimin to be acting such a mess. Taehyung and Jungkook shoot him a hi, to which he responds halfheartedly to, as they follow in Jimin's steps.
Jimin's in a rush to get out of his clothes. He's already leaning against the edge of his desk when Taehyung and Jungkook walk in, already kicked off his shoes and already yanked three buttons of his dress shirt open. He gives up on the fifth button, though, letting out a sound so petulant and broken that it could easily be mistaken for a sob. Instead, he reaches for his belt and tugs at it until it's open, pushing his tight slacks midway down his thighs and then turning to bend himself right over his own desk, for his own men.
"Come on — come on!"
But Taehyung and Jungkook are frozen in place, eyes wide and cocks well on their way to full hardness already. Because there their boss stands, in his peach boy shorts tight around the generous curve of his ass, bent over and so willing. It's borderline overwhelming.
"Fuck," Jimin whines, pushing himself up again and shrugging his blazer off, completely uncaring as he throws it to the side. He kicks off his slacks too, through a series of high pitched huffs and puffs. Like this, he's left in nothing but his shirt, his boy shorts and his socks. "Please — Tae, Jungkook," he bleats, reaching a hand back to feel around his ass until he can grab a hold of the butt plug. He whimpers, turning so his cheek is pressed against the flatness of his desk. He tries desperately to pull the hem of his boy shorts over the base of his plug, but the plug looks far too big and his boy shorts are far too tight. So instead, he whines and then with quick, jerky movements of his wrist, he's fucking the toy in and out of himself as best as he can over his boy shorts. He's already so gone that it's kind of pitiful.
Taehyung's the first to undress himself down to his boxers, and so he's the first to get to Jimin. Jimin jolts when he feels a big, rather cold hand run up the inside of his thigh, lifting himself up onto his palms and peering over his shoulder to see Taehyung on his knees, hungrily eyeing his ass up and down. Jimin lets out a hushed moan, pushing his ass out towards him and swaying his hips side to side — a silent plea to just get on with it.
"What a little slut," Taehyung murmurs, licking just below the crease of Jimin's right ass cheek with the flat of his tongue before pressing his teeth into the skin, biting into it hard and sucking the chunk of meat into his mouth. It must hurt so bad, because Jimin's letting out a series of pained, staccato moans and twitching away from Taehyung. He lets go of it with a loud, wet pop. "Nasty, filthy little slut," he spits, pulling back just enough to see the purple indents of where his teeth once were.
Jungkook's by his side then, instantly grabbing a hold of Jimin's left ass cheek, shaking it in his hand. Taehyung peers up to see Jimin staring down at Jungkook, tears in his eyes and his cheeks blushed and his lips parted. A wreck already.
Jungkook bites right into the curve of his ass, right over the material of his boy shorts. Jimin's nose twitches and scrunches up, his nails scraping lightly across his desk and his head tipping back while Jungkook makes loud, wet sucking noises around his mouthful. Taehyung's cock twitches at the sounds and at Jimin's lewd facial expressions.
"Little slut likes that, doesn't he?" Jungkook breathes, pushing his middle and ring finger under the hem of Jimin's boy shorts and scratching down the swell of his ass. "Such a little pain slut, aren't you? You want us to bruise you up, right? Want everyone to know that you got fucked to hell 'nd back by your own fuckin' men."
"Yes, I want it. I-I want everyone to know I'm a slut. Your slut — y-your's and Tae's," Jimin sobs, hands frantically pushing his boy shorts down and over his ass. Taehyung's breath hitches and Jungkook groans as Jimin presses his upper body down flat against the desk, reaching his hands back to part his ass cheeks. There's lube everywhere, smeared between his cheeks and trickling out of his asshole every time he clenches and unclenches around the thick, black butt plug shoved inside him. His normally pink hole is an almost angry shade of red, stretched and yet still clinging tight around the toy. "D-done this all on my own. Wanted to be ready for you both. Wanna take you b-both, at the same time. Please, please — I'll be so good. I'm always so good, aren't I? I'm such a good boy — just please."
"Fuck, boss." Taehyung stands, pressing himself against Jimin's side once again and rutting his hard cock against one ass cheek through his boxers. "Dirty little boss, aren't you? You gotta be the only boss in the whole goddamn world who bends over for his own inferiors like some cheap little whore."
"I am, I'm a slut. Love being a slut for you both. W-want you to treat me like a toy." Jimin sniffles, wrapping his arms around Taehyung's arm where he's resting his palm against the desk, kissing at it with his spit-slick lips.
Before Taehyung can respond, a dirty squelching sound resounds in Jimin's office — Jungkook having taken a hold of the butt plug and now using it to fuck Jimin with. Jimin's thighs start twitching and shaking, pulling Taehyung closer to him as he lifts one leg up to rest his knee on the edge of his desk, spreading his ass out nice and wide for Jungkook.
"No — no no no, please, I'm gonna come!" He wails, his breath hitching and hiccuping.
"So? Come. Me and Tae'll still fuck you, little slut, don't you worry."
Taehyung laughs, halting the movement of his hips against Jimin's ass and reaching his free hand up to bury his fingers in his hair and pull his head back. "How're you gonna tell Jungkookie to stop and still spread your legs out wider for him, hm? Little bitch doesn't even know what he wants, does he?" Taehyung coos, intently watching the single fat tear that trickles from the outer-corner of his eye.
"He's just so used to spreading his legs for us. It's an automatic reaction, right boss? We got you trained like a little bitch for us. Our own little Pavlovian doggy," Jungkook adds with a little laugh of his own, wrapping an arm around Jimin's middle to cease his endless squirming and fucking the toy into him with vigour, Jimin's whole body jolting in time with every inwards thrust of the toy at the ferocity of it.
Jimin sobs and shakes his head as Jungkook doesn't let up, and it doesn't take long for him to come all over his own boy shorts. Taehyung coos at him, leaning down to press a kiss to the reddened tip of his nose.
"Baby came untouched, huh?" Jungkook sniggers, still fucking the toy in and out of Jimin, albeit at a much slower pace. Jimin twitches bodily every time the toy pushes in all the way to the hilt, bumping against his oversensitive prostate and making him hiccup.
"Kook, please," he says shakily, still clinging onto Taehyung's arm for dear life as he looks down at Jungkook from the corner of his eyes. Jungkook grins up at him, giving him a nod and then fucking the plug into him hard — enough to have Jimin crying out — one last time before he stands up.
He pushes Taehyung away, ignoring said man's complaints and groans, as he pulls Jimin forward with a forefinger and thumb pressing against his cheeks to kiss him hard. Jimin grips onto the edge of his desk, leaning up to respond to Jungkook enthusiastically.
They kiss for a while, Taehyung stroking at his cock slowly with slick sounds behind them as he watches. It gets to a point where Jimin's jaws start aching, and he just gives up and opens his mouth to let Jungkook take over the kiss entirely, his tongue down Jimin's throat. At some point, Taehyung gets on his knees behind Jimin, mimicking Jungkook's earlier position, and eases the toy out of him.
"A-ah," Jimin whines as he breaks the kiss, pulling back and leaning down to rest his forehead in the space between Jungkook's neck and shoulder. "Taetae."
"Baby's still sensitive?" Taehyung muses, grinning up at Jungkook as he helps Jimin out of his boy shorts. Jungkook laughs, letting a hand go down to pull the hem of Jimin's dress shirt up for Taehyung. Taehyung licks his lips, letting the butt plug fall to the ground with a loud thud. "Shit, that's one big butt plug, boss. How did you fit all that in on your own? Me and Jungkook haven't fucked you in days."
Jimin sniffles, and Jungkook shivers when he feels the tip of his tongue poke at his neck when he licks across his lips. "I-I done it all on my own, I promise!" He protests weakly, burying himself further into his hiding spot when Jungkook laughs breathily.
"We weren't doubting you, boss."
"I fucked myself... w-with my gun."
A beat of pure silence as Taehyung and Jungkook process what Jimin's just said. Jimin giggles when the seconds drag on, and Taehyung lands a swift smack to his ass cheek. Jimin gasps, clenching up and arching his back.
"Slut," Taehyung hisses and Jimin whimpers against Jungkook, breaking out into a sigh when Taehyung leans down to tongue over his handprint.
"Which gun did you use, baby? Show me," Jungkook asks, voice soft and gentle. Jimin whines and Jungkook shushes him. "Good boys do as they're told, right?"
"It's embarrassing," Jimin breathes, gasping sharply when Taehyung licks over his open hole with the tip of his tongue.
Taehyung snorts, leaning away to grab both of Jimin's ass cheeks in his hand and play with them as he talks. "Don't act coy. You've done so much worse for us. Show us which gun you used."
Jimin huffs petulantly, kissing at Jungkook's neck. Jungkook tuts, knowing all too well that Jimin's trying to act sweet to soften him up just enough for them to let this go. He grabs a hold of Jimin's hair, yanking at it and pulling him back to look into his watery eyes.
"No," he says with a tone of finality. Jimin closes his eyes, jutting out his bottom lip.
"Please — j-jus' fuck me, c'mon Taetae-"
Jungkook tightens his hold in Jimin's hair, pulling his head back even further. Jimin keens, squirming under Jungkook's hold.
"Show us," he whispers, voice unnervingly calm and collected. Jimin blinks his eyes open, sniffles once and then licks his lips before speaking.
"It's in my drawer," he lisps, giving Jungkook puppy eyes. "Th-the one with my lube 'nd stuff in."
Jungkook smiles down at him, leaning in to land a lingering but chaste kiss to Jimin's swollen lips. He pulls away just as Jimin opens his mouth, not allowing him to deepen it, and lets go of his hair with one last particularly hard yank at it — just simply because he can.
Jungkook pushes himself up so he's sitting on the desk, shuffling over on his ass until Jimin's standing between his open legs to reach over into Jimin's drawer. He pulls out both the pocket pistol and the half-empty tube of lube in there.
He whistles as he sits up straight, taking in the sight of the lube-slick pistol. "You had this up your ass?" He asks, laughing through his words. Taehyung's standing up now too, pressing himself against Jimin's back and resting his chin on his shoulder to take a look at the gun. Jimin's blush intensifies and slithers all the up to the tips of his ears, biting his bottom lip and trying to bury his head in Jungkook's neck again. Jungkook hums, pulling away before Jimin can do so.
"You've really got no business being a gang leader. Look at you." Taehyung slides a hand up to grab a hold of Jimin's chin, directing his gaze to the gun in Jungkook's hand. "You got a whole empire of men at your feet, you got the whole city under your fingertips and you waste your time away impaling yourself on any even remotely phallic object like some goddamn bitch in heat."
"What would you have done if there was a sudden raid, huh? What would you have done if you got caught? Do you know what a laughing stock we'd all be? Working for some cock-hungry fucking whore." Jungkook pushes the gun against Jimin's soft cheek, pressing harder against it the more he speaks. Jimin's shaking, his eyes now clenched shut and the entirety of his bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he so passively lets himself be degraded and humiliated.
"He'd bend over for the fuckin' enemies, too, that's what the fuck he'd do," Taehyung groans, right into Jimin's ear. Jimin flinches, letting out the smallest, most darling little whimper when Taehyung slowly licks up the shell of his ear. "You'd do that, wouldn't you? Let the enemy get a taste of that loose little hole. Slutty fuckin' boss you are."
Taehyung and Jungkook both jolt in surprise when Jimin suddenly cries out, the hands that were tugging desperately at the hem of his dress shirt suddenly flying up to cling onto Jungkook's thighs. He's coming — if the way he lets out sporadic whines and the occasional hiss along with the way his body jerks in time with the sounds he's making is anything to go by. He's coming hard, albeit dry.
He slumps forwards onto Jungkook when it's over, whimpering and drooling all over the man's naked chest. Jungkook shushes him, petting his hair. In the meantime, Taehyung reaches around for Jimin's cock, groaning deep in his chest when he feels how hard he still is.
"Turn him around. Hold him open for me," he grits, sounding almost angry.
Jungkook manhandles Jimin onto his front, paying no mind to his huffing and whining, and sits a little farther up the desk. With his hands under Jimin's armpits, he lifts him easily between his spread legs and then doesn't waste a second reaching down for the underside of his knees, pulling his legs up and spreading them out simultaneously.
"Jungkookie," Jimin whines, no doubt embarrassed at being so spread out and held open like this, as he tries to hide his face in his shoulder. He's clinging tight onto Jungkook's thighs, to the point where his nails are starting to hurt, but Jungkook lets him have it.
Taehyung crouches down so that he's at eye level with Jimin's ass and takes the gun that Jungkook put to one side in his hand. Jungkook feels Jimin shiver against him.
"Would you let me fuck you with this?" Taehyung traces the tip of the pistol around Jimin's hole and Jimin whimpers, sounding so wanton. "You would, wouldn't you? So desperate for something in your ass, all the damn time."
"Tae, please — ah!"
Taehyung pushes an inch of the gun right into Jimin's still open, still slick hole. Jimin's head lolls forwards, his chin resting against his own chest as he clutches tighter onto Jungkook's thighs.
"He likes that," Jungkook says, laughing. Taehyung hums in reply.
"Course he does." Taehyung slides the gun in a little deeper and Jimin whimpers pitifully.
Taehyung shallowly fucks the piston into Jimin for a while — specifically until he has Jimin making a series of desperate, breathy little grunts and squirming in Jungkook's hold. In retaliation, Jungkook presses Jimin's legs together and pushes his knees towards his own chest — then wrapping his right arm around them to keep them where they are — and lands smack after smack after smack to Jimin's left thigh. Jimin wails, his body slumping down Jungkook's chest and taking more of the gun into his ass in the process.
"Quit moving, you're making my hands slip," Jungkook says monotonously, like he hasn't just smacked Jimin's thigh silly. Taehyung groans at Jimin's responding hiccup — the sound so pitched, so squeaky. It sounds more like a chocked off sob.
"Please Tae — p-please, Taetae. Please more," Jimin pleads, his breath hitching every few words as Taehyung still languidly fucks the piston in and out of him. "Please — jus' p-put it in, I can't-"
Taehyung leans forwards, fucking the gun all the way in — stopping where the trigger starts — right before he bites over the middle of Jungkook's handprint against his thigh. Jimin's reaction is instantaneous and everything Taehyung was hoping for.
He cries out, loud and pitched and broken, and his thigh twitches against Taehyung's mouth. He tries to pull away from the teeth sinking into his skin, but only causes the teeth to nip at the skin. He cries out yet again, a wet little thing that sounds like he's in tears. The gun's clattering noisily to the floor in the next second as he relaxes a bit too much under Taehyung's mouth in hopes of lessening the impact of his teeth.
"You made him cry, Tae," Jungkook jeers, the tone of his voice implying that this is all one big joke to him but he's cradling one side of Jimin's face to his chest so sweetly when Taehyung looks up, thumbing away at the tears leaking down Jimin's red cheeks.
Taehyung finally lets the skin go with a light suck, slurping against the skin. His cock twitches as soon as he catches sight of the indentations of his teeth, all dark and angry. Something so incredibly possessive and borderline brutal curls in the pit of his stomach, only heightening when he looks up to see Jimin looking so small hugged to Jungkook's chest.
"Such a good boy," he murmurs, shifting a little and moving Jungkook's arm out of the way to hold Jimin's legs open himself. Jungkook uses his now free hand to sneak down and push both his middle and ring finger into Jimin's hole. "Look at me, pretty," Taehyung coos, rubbing his thumbs soothingly against Jimin's skin. Jimin sniffles, his breath hitching every now and again from the aftershocks of his intense sobs. He looks down at Taehyung, blinking slowly at him and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. He's a mess of tears and drool and he's so incredibly red in the face and Taehyung hasn't seen a prettier sight, never ever. "There's my pretty little slut. Are you okay?"
"Say it, baby," Jungkook reminds him when he feels Jimin nodding against his chest, the two fingers in his ass rubbing at his inner-walls slowly and gently. Something to ground him.
"I'm okay," Jimin says, whispers. His voice cracks halfway through and he squeezes his eyes shut, ducking his head. Taehyung laughs and Jungkook kisses the back of his head.
"Jungkook, hold him open for me. Hook your fingers up." Taehyung snaps out of it, forcing his eyes away from Jimin's face and directing his line of vision down to his asshole.
Jungkook does as he's told, instantly catching on to Taehyung's plan. His fingers push up inside Jimin, pulling upwards as far as they'll go and then spreading them out as far as they go. Jimin hisses, his hands slipping from where they were gripping Jungkook's thighs to the desk on either side of them.
Taehyung drags the flat of his tongue up the length of Jimin's crack, slow and firm. Jimin whines breathily, tossing his head back against Jungkook's shoulder. Taehyung's smiling when he pauses just short of his hole to press an open-mouthed kiss to his skin before finally slipping his tongue inside Jimin's loose, open hole. He can feel Jimin trying to clench up around him as he gasps, unable to do so with how Jungkook's holding him open, and laughs against his hole at the huff he lets out because of it.
"Please — deeper," he moans, turning his head to the side and licking across Jungkook's neck where his tongue can reach. Jungkook shudders.
Taehyung indulges him, shuffling a little closer to the desk on his knees and tilting his head to the side to slide his tongue in even further. Jimin's thighs twitch as he latches his lips around his hole, and around Jungkook's fingers in the process, to suck lightly at. He flicks his tongue inside him, swirls it around, and Jimin is a mess of broken sounds and desperate pleas for nothing in particular.
"Quit trying to clench, boss — 's not happening any time soon." Jungkook laughs, sliding his arm across Jimin's chest and holding him down. Jimin whines.
Taehyung pulls back with a lewd, nasty sound after a while of flicking his tongue around inside Jimin. One hand goes down to grip his cock and shallowly fuck his hand around it over his briefs as he speaks, leaving Jimin to hold his legs open all on his own. "Jungkook, move your fingers out the way," he grunts, wiping at the spit on his chin.
Jungkook pushes his fingers in particularly hard one last time before he pulls them out. Jimin hiccups, his hole clenching around nothing and wringing lube and spit from himself. He opens his mouth, no doubt to complain, but Jungkook beats him to it as he pushes his slick fingers between his lips. Jimin gags a little, blinking fast in surprise, but then closes his mouth around the fingers and moans all high-pitched and so needy when he registers what just happened.
Taehyung lets go of his cock to reach up and grip the insides of Jimin's thighs, pressing his palms down against the sensitive skin there and pushing them up a little further. Jimin gurgles around Jungkook's fingers and neither of them pay attention to him.
He licks up and down between Jimin's cheeks, sliding past his hole like it doesn't exist because the way Jimin tries to push his ass down on his face and tries to unclench to beckon him in amuses him to no end. But then eventually, he gets a little impatient with his own self, and pulls back just a little. He gathers as much spit as he can inside his mouth before pushing his tongue in Jimin as far as it'll go and pushing all of his spit in there in the process too. He latches his lips around the rim once again to keep all the saliva locked in Jimin's hole, occasionally sucking it all back into his mouth only to push it back into him. All the while, his tongue presses up against his walls and flicks, trying desperately to listen out for Jimin's needier moans to know if he's allocated his prostate.
There's drool down his chin, drool sliding down to Jimin's crack, drool dripping off of the both of them as he eats Jimin out so messy and so sloppy that he has himself and Jungkook moaning and groaning alongside Jimin. Jimin sounds like he's blubbering with the way he mewls and sobs — he sounds like he feels so good that he's hurting. Taehyung thinks that might not be too far from the truth when he catches an eyeful of Jimin's pretty little cock — small but still angry and hard and throbbing and so, incredibly wet.
At around the same time that Jungkook slides his now pruned up fingers out of Jimin's mouth to grab him by the jaw and kiss him, Taehyung pulls away for a big breath. He doesn't bother wiping the saliva off his chin this time — because what's the point, he's gonna get even messier in a bit — and instead just looks up to see how much of a mess Jimin is right now, wet tear tracks running down his red cheeks and his face flushed and damp with a light sheen of sweat, before ducking back in for more.
Taehyung presses his tongue in deep and hard, his nose mushed against Jimin's perineum and his chin against his crack as he flicks his tongue, this time open-mouthed so that Jimin can hear the filthy sounds. It's a lewd, wet clicking type of noise his tongue makes inside Jimin with each flick, and it drives all three of them crazy.
It's easy to tell he's finally found Jimin's prostate when he tilts his head to the left a little, curls his tongue upwards and feels Jimin trying to clench around him, pulling away from Jungkook's lips to practically yell.
"There, there, there! P-please, don't move — r-right there! Oh, g-god, Taetae," he blabbers, his hands flying down from where they were resting on either side of Jungkook's thighs to clench in his hair, pull him in that much closer. Taehyung growls against him, the sting in his scalp making his eyes tear up, but he doesn't stop him and instead focuses the anger on eating Jimin out with heightened vigour.
It's no surprise that he comes untouched just from having his prostate stimulated ceaselessly after only a short while. Taehyung and Jungkook are impressed he even held it in for that long, if they're being entirely honest.
Jungkook's pulling at the both of his nipples while he comes, hands stuffed down past the dress shirt he still has on and shushing him, though to no avail, as he rolls the buds between his forefingers and thumbs. Jimin's squirming, almost thrashing, as he grinds down on Taehyung's tongue.
"P-please, please," Jimin sobs, still holding Taehyung by the hair even as his cock goes soft and stops ejaculating. He's panting like he ran a marathon, head tipped back against Jungkook's shoulder as Jungkook plays with his tits and kisses his tears away. When the fists in his hair loosen, Taehyung gives Jimin's hole one last suck and pulls off with a loud pop.
"Shit," Taehyung says, panting, and falls back on his ass. He wipes at the spit on his chin with the back of his wrist as he peers up at the other two.
Jimin's got his eyes closed, his lips parted and his eyebrows still pinched from the whole ordeal while he rests the heels of his sock-clad feet on the edge of the desk. There's cum all across his dress shirt, a bunch of buttons now completely ripped off from where Jungkook forced his arms down to mess with his nipples. Jungkook himself looks a mess too, his cheeks pink and his lips bitten red. He looks antsy and agitated, and Taehyung laughs tiredly.
"You don't think we're done, right?" Taehyung asks, an eyebrow quirked, as he reaches down to push the waistband of his briefs under his balls. Jimin blinks his eyes open, looking disorientated as he searches for Taehyung. Taehyung whistles, clicking his fingers like you would to a dog. "Down here. You still want me 'nd Kook in your ass at the same time?"
Jimin whimpers, closing his legs in on themselves as he shakes his head. "No — please. I-I'm too sensitive."
Jungkook growls, dissatisfied by the answer especially after being made to wait for so long. He pushes a hand between Jimin's legs, reaching down for his soft and spunk-drenched cock. Jimin cries out, back arching off of Jungkook's chest and one foot slipping off the edge of the desk.
"Good thing you still got that whore of a mouth on you, right boss?" He grits, squeezing Jimin's cock and balls in his hand. Jimin whimpers, writhing in oversensitivity. "On your fucking knees," Jungkook whispers into his ear, snagging his ear lobe between his teeth and licking shortly at it before pulling away.
Taehyung and Jungkook watch on hungrily as Jimin slides slowly off of his desk, his shirt slipping completely off one shoulder and exposing an entire pec. He's dizzy, and he stumbles a little when he gets on his feet, but Jungkook wraps an arm around his chest and Taehyung's on his knees before him to hold him by the hips within seconds.
"Easy there," Taehyung mutters, looking up at him through his lashes. Jimin's hand, entirely covered by the sleeve of his shirt, holds Taehyung's cheek as he nods down at him with a smile.
"I'm good. I'm good, really," he reassures them, voice quiet and soft. Taehyung nods, lifting Jimin's dress shirt up to kiss at his thigh before shuffling back to give Jimin some space.
Taehyung jacks slowly at his cock as Jimin sits up on his knees in front of the desk, waiting for Jungkook to bring his cock out and shuffle closer to the edge of the desk. He admires the swell of Jimin's ass under the dress shirt, the outline of his narrow waist, the way his hair's all messed up and the smooth, soft skin on the back of his exposed shoulder while he waits.
"Good boy," Jungkook grunts, holding Jimin's face where he wants with a thumb and forefinger gripping at his cheeks, using his other hand to hold his cock by the base. "Tongue out like a good little bitch."
Jungkook slaps the underside of his cock against Jimin's tongue hard, the force of it making Jimin's face crumple up and his hands clench in the hem of his dress shirt. He hasn't said anything, but Jungkook still shushes him like a child. He grabs a hold of Jimin by the hair with the hand that isn't gripping his cock and forcefully brings Jimin's face down, his cock fucking into his open mouth as he does before pulling him back up again. Jimin gags lightly, tears already springing up to his red-rimmed eyes. He blinks up at Jungkook as he waits for him, tongue still hanging out, but Jungkook smiles as he smacks his heavy and wet cock against Jimin's cheeks. Jimin mewls quietly, giving Jungkook puppy eyes, and Jungkook relents with a little laugh — using the hand in his hair to pull him back down on his cock.
"Fuck his face," Taehyung advises from behind, watching the way Jimin's made to bop his head on Jungkook's cock as Jungkook uses him while he plays with the head of his own cock. "Boss loves it when you fuck his face. When you use him like a fuckin' whore."
Jungkook fists both of his hands in Jimin's hair, leaning back a bit and resting his elbows on either side of his hips. Jimin whines around his mouthful, his hands going up to hold onto Jungkook's knees. A good quarter of Jungkook's cock is sitting in his throat like this, whether or not Jungkook's fucking into his mouth, and he's slobbering all over. Jungkook laughs breathily, throwing his head back at the feeling of Jimin's throat convulsing and spasming around him.
"You know what to do if you want me to stop, right? Scratch at my thighs." Jungkook tugs at Jimin's hair and Jimin whines, forcing his eyes open and nodding jerkily around Jungkook's cock. Jungkook hums. "Mm. Good boy."
Clasping his hands around the back of Jimin's head, Jungkook holds him in place before fucking up into his face hard. He feels the edge of Jimin's chin mash against his balls, feels Jimin choking on him. And yet, the hands on his knees stay where they are — not even a hint of nails against his skin. Jungkook moans out louder at the thought — at how his boss is letting himself be used like this and loving it as if he were the one receiving.
With the desk restricting his movements, Jungkook ends up more twitching instead of thrusting. With the amount of cock already down Jimin's throat, however, it isn't a setback at all.
"That's it, just like that," Taehyung suddenly breathes right next to Jimin's ear. Both Jimin and Jungkook peer over at him, Jungkook tilting his head down and Jimin from the corner of his eye, as he grins. Jimin squirms, and then his eyes go wide when Taehyung suddenly presses down harder on the back of his head, his nose squashed against Jungkook's pubis. Jungkook makes a breathy, keening noise and lifts his hips off the desk to ram his cock in even further. Jimin splutters and gags, and that's when Jungkook feels nails against his skin.
He acts instantly, moving his hands away from the back of Jimin's head and sitting up on his elbows to pull him off. Jimin inhales deeply as soon as he's up, slumping back against Taehyung. Jungkook's quick to hold his cheek in his hand and Taehyung's pulling him back against him, shushing him gently.
"You okay, baby?" Jungkook asks, biting his bottom lip and feeling panic rise steadily in his chest.
"I'm — I'm o-okay," Jimin pants. "N-needed... to breathe."
Taehyung laughs, but it's soft and fond. He reaches down and slips a hand under Jimin's dress shirt, feeling how his cock's fattened up again.
"You got boss all hard just from sucking your dick." He muses, eyes flickering up to Jungkook. Jungkook groans, lying back on his elbows again and wrapping a hand around his cock. "Hey, don't get comfortable. It's my turn."
Jungkook shoots up, eyes wide and lips parted in offence. "Tae!"
But Taehyung's already sitting beside Jungkook, forcing him to move away with incessant jabs of his elbows into his sides. Jungkook gets up with an agitated sigh, still jerking at his cock slowly.
Instead of taking to jerking off behind Taehyung and Jimin, as Taehyung was doing before, Jungkook instantly lies himself down on the floor, shuffling up so that Jimin's ass is hovering over his face. Jimin gasps as he looks down at him, covering his mouth with a hand. Taehyung groans.
"You wanna sit on Jungkook's face, boss?"
Jungkook grins, leaning up to press a kiss against Jimin's wet hole. "C'mon then."
Jimin bites on his bottom lip as he lowers himself down, maintaining eye contact with Jungkook right up until his tongue enters him. He mewls, throwing his head back and scrabbling to pull the hem of his dress shirt up. Jungkook groans against him and Jimin feels it more than he hears it.
"C'mon now," Taehyung says, tapping the tip of his cock against Jimin's bottom lip. Jimin blinks up at him, looking dazed, and then opens his mouth for him. Taehyung has to shuffle forward, his feet touch the ground, and bury his hand in Jimin's hair to angle it upwards. Moulding him into the perfect little fuck hole.
Taehyung fucks into his mouth slowly, biting on his bottom lip as Jimin takes him. He can see his hips working down over Jungkook's face and he can see Jungkook fucking his cock up into his hand and the sight of it all alone has him almost busting right then and there. He staves it off, though, placing both of his hands on Jimin's cheeks and fucking into his throat hard and then just letting his cock sit in there for a while. His eyes roll back into his head, his lips parting and his hips twitching every so slightly as Jimin's throat tightens around his cockhead. Jimin's hands grip his thighs, but there's no nails.
"Shit, shit, shit," he grunts as he eases his cock out, feeling himself twitch hard and heavy at the sight of the thick strands of saliva that are clinging to both his cock and Jimin's lips. "Fuckin' beautiful."
Jimin preens at the praise, his eyes fluttering shut. His hips stop working down over Jungkook's tongue for a moment, and Jungkook makes a disapproving noise. Jimin has barely any time to even register it before Jungkook's reaching both of his hands up, holding Jimin's ass cheeks and digging his nails into the soft meat as he pulls him down onto his face. He uses the flat of his tongue to lick messily over his hole a few too many times, has Jimin whining a plea out before he slips his tongue into him. Taehyung is grabbing a hold of his face and shoving his cock down his throat again at the same time and Jimin just feels like a rag doll.
It's hard for him not to start tearing up in desperation when Jungkook suddenly moves away from underneath him, rolling onto his front. He pulls off Taehyung's cock despite Taehyung's growls, looking over his shoulder and sniffling.
"No," he whines, the sound childish to his own ears but he has not a single drop of decency left in him to be embarrassed about it. Jungkook quirks an eyebrow at him, sitting up on his knees and stroking his cock a foot or two away from Taehyung and Jimin.
"No?" He repeats, amused.
"I was — I-I was so close. Come back, right now. I-it's an order," he says through a heavy lisp, sitting back on his haunches and wiping at his tears. He feels pathetic but they made him hard again, and they can't just leave him when he was so fucking close.
"Jungkook," Taehyung growls, no doubt angered by the sudden loss of Jimin's mouth around his cock. Jungkook laughs as he closes the gap between himself and Jimin, still playing with his cock and still on his knees.
"I was just gonna offer to fuck you, boss. Thought boss would be a little happier with something bigger up his ass, no?"
Jimin shivers, his eyes slipping shut and his lips pressing into a tight line. He nods jerkily and then turns to stuff his mouth full of Taehyung's cock to keep it occupied.
There's really no need for lube at all — not with how loose and wet Jimin's hole is and how slick Jungkook's cock is with Jimin's saliva and his own precum — but Jungkook still reaches over for it where it lies on the table. He lathers his cock up well, hissing as he tightens his fist around it in the process, and then tosses the lube across the floor. He hooks his chin over Jimin's shoulder, eyes fixed on the way he's going red in the face trying desperately to hold Taehyung's cock in his throat as Taehyung fucks shallowly into him. Jungkook grunts at the sight and at the sounds, tapping his middle finger against Jimin's hole and then pushing three fingers right into him. He wiggles those three fingers around, stretching them out and humming in satisfaction when he's met with little to no resistance.
"There we go," he grunts as he slips his cock inside, holding onto Jimin's hip with one hand and holding the base of his cock in the other. Jimin whines around Taehyung's dick, tears leaking from his eyes that Jungkook doesn't hesitate to kiss away.
"Look at him," Taehyung rasps, sliding his cock out of Jimin's mouth and slapping it against his cheeks. Jimin sniffles, almost going cross-eyed trying to stare up at him. "Look how well he takes it."
Jungkook moans, snapping his hips up into him harder and ducking his head down to bite at his shoulder. Jimin squirms, whimpering and clenching around Jungkook. He parts his lips wide with a whine, fucking his mouth down right around Taehyung. Taehyung curses, throwing his head back and letting Jimin use his cock to plug up his mouth.
Determined to get Taehyung to come first — so he can savour Jimin for the remainder of their time — Jungkook moves the hand holding Jimin's hips up to his hair. He buries his hands in the soft locks and then forcefully lifts Jimin's head up. Jimin sobs, the sound cutting off into a heavy choke when Jungkook fucks his mouth back down onto Taehyung, and then starts releasing a series of pitched staccato moans as Jungkook repeats this process again and again and again. The faster Jungkook's own hips fuck up into Jimin, the faster Jungkook has Jimin going on Taehyung's cock. It gets to a point where his arms start aching and his hips start to lag a little.
But he doesn't give his arms a rest, instead fucking his cock all the way up into Jimin's ass and ignoring it for a while to force Jimin's head down on Taehyung's cock as far as it'll go. Taehyung makes a breathless, pitched whine as Jimin slobbers all over him and then he's pulling out in to next second, holding onto the hairs at the front of Jimin's head to tilt his face upwards. Jimin's still choking and panting and whimpering, mouth open, as Taehyung comes all over his face and across his tongue. Jungkook moans at the sight, twitching inside of Jimin and forcing his head down on Taehyung's softening cock one last time, despite both of their whines.
"Fuck, such a good boy. Our slutty little boss, aren't you?" He hisses into his ear, doesn't even think Jimin hears it but he doesn't really care.
When Taehyung finally stops coming, sits back against his desk, Jungkook lets out a groan in excitement. He clings onto Jimin's hips as he sits back on his haunches, bringing Jimin with him, and pistons his hips into him. Jimin makes the sweetest, most broken little sounds as he lets himself be used, his cock flailing around uncontrollably while Jungkook fucks him like a toy.
Jungkook must take pity, because he's slowing down and lifting Jimin's dress shirt up to grab a hold of both his cock and his balls all in one hand. Jimin gasps, back arching as he tries to grind against the touch. In the process, he finds his own prostate and has Jungkook's cockhead massaging at it. He whines loudly, his nose scrunching up as pleasure courses through his weak body.
"I'm — I-I'm so close, Jungkookie, please. Please f-fuck me — oh my god-"
Jungkook moans softly, wrapping his hand around the base of Jimin's cock. "Fuck yourself on my cock, boss."
Jimin mewls, reaching a hand back to hold onto the hairs at Jungkook's nape as he works his hips down onto his dick. Like this, he has his own cock fucking up into Jungkook's hand as he fucks himself on Jungkook's cock. At some point, Taehyung sits in front of him to yank his dress shirt open even more, ripping some more button clean off as he takes one nipple between his teeth and another between a thumb and forefinger.
"So loud. Doesn't e-even care about anyone hearing, does he?" Jungkook grunts, licking at the juncture between Jimin's neck and shoulders before biting into it. Jimin gets even louder, his hips losing the steady rhythm it was building up as he just sits himself on Jungkook's cock.
"I can't! I can't — I n-need," he whimpers, swivelling his ass down around Jungkook's cock. Taehyung kisses up his chest to his mouth, swallowing down any more complaints Jimin had on the tip of his tongue.
Jungkook lets go of Jimin's cock, using both of his hands to hold his hips and lift it up slightly. He grunts, feeling exertion seep into his veins but ignoring it in favour of fucking up into Jimin as hard and fast as he can. Jimin whines into Taehyung's mouth, moving the hand clinging onto Jungkook's hair to tug and twist at his own nipple.
"I'm gonna come," Jungkook whispers, barely hearing himself over Jimin. "Fuck — fuck, boss-"
Jungkook cuts himself off with a deep, raspy moan as he pushes up hard one last time into Jimin, cumming inside. Jimin breaks away from Taehyung's kiss to take a deep breath, squeezing down around Jungkook and whining at the feel. It takes Taehyung playing with the head of his cock with his thumb and tugging at the shaft for him to finally come, spiking his dress shirt that much more.
They plunge into almost silence, nothing to be heard but panting and the occasional whimper from Jimin for the next few minutes. Taehyung groans as he rolls over onto his back and Jimin slumps against Jungkook, eyes closed and body still shivering from the aftershocks.
"My legs... are dead," he whines through a lisp, crossing his arms over his chest. He huffs when both Taehyung and Jungkook laugh at him, making to get off Jungkook's lap and then stopping himself with a gasp when Jungkook's soft dick slips out of him by an inch or two. Jungkook pulls him back down by his hips.
"You might not wanna do that right now, boss."
Jimin exhales angrily but sits himself down anyways. "You're on massaging duty."
"Fine. Tae's on cleaning duty."
Taehyung looks offended. "What about you!?"
Jimin glares at him. "I'm on being the boss duty and telling you what to do."
Taehyung and Jungkook mutter under their breaths, some stuff Jimin's too blissed out to care to listen out for right now, but they're both cleaning him and pampering him with their utmost sincerity later on.