The air is hot around Jeongguk, and he pants. Static buzzes in his ears. He thinks his mouth might be hanging open, just slightly; maybe there’s drool escaping from the corner of his mouth, but all of that is secondary. The most important thing, right now – the only thing Jeongguk can focus on is the man in front of him, the man Jeongguk strives to obtain the approval of. Jeongguk’s boyfriend.
One of them, anyway.
The other is lying beneath Jeongguk, moaning and squirming as Jeongguk grips onto his thighs desperately and thrusts into him, hips twitching out of rhythm. Sweat drips down his brow as he whines quietly – too quiet for his boyfriends to hear – in distress, unsettled by the lack of acknowledgement; lack of praise –
“Are you okay, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen at Jimin’s voice. Jimin, who’s sitting beside Taehyung, one hand gently stroking Taehyung’s hair, the other wrapped around his own length, leisurely stroking as he watches the two on the bed next to him. Jeongguk almost whines again at the picture he makes: so effortlessly nonchalant, reclining against the headboard, completely bare, with his tattoo on full display. Jeongguk would do anything to please him.
Jimin speaks again, voice questioning. Jeongguk realises he never answered the first question, and he internally berates himself. Bad. Not answering is bad.
Jeongguk needs to be good.
“I – yes, hyung, I – yes, I’m okay, I’m okay,” Jeongguk pants, voice slightly higher pitched than usual. Beneath him, Taehyung whimpers, thighs twitching, and Jimin immediately turns his attention to him, cooing softly and murmuring words of reassurance. Jeongguk swallows. He tries to stop the feeling of undeniable jealousy and insecurity that surged through him when Jimin unhesitatingly diverted his attention from Jeongguk to Taehyung – he really does. He knows that Jimin cares about him and Taehyung just the same. He knows that.
When Jimin is satisfied that Taehyung is okay, his eyes flicker back to Jeongguk. As if controlled by Jimin’s gaze, Jeongguk immediately begins to move his hips faster, rhythm frantic, eyes wide and fixed on Jimin’s face. Taehyung gasps and moans, hands fisting in the bedsheets. Jimin raises an eyebrow.
“Jeongguk…” He says. Failing to register the confused tone, Jeongguk begins to feel hopeful – Jeongguk, you’re doing so well, Jimin says in his head; Jeongguk, you’re so good, he murmurs, tone approving; Jeongguk, you’re a good boy –
“Jeongguk … did you need something? Or –”
The hopeful smile half-formed on Jeongguk’s face falls immediately. He swallows, hard. Embarrassingly, he feels tears begin to cloud his vision, and he ducks his head, the hair hanging over his forehead blocking Jimin from view. Of course. Of course Jimin wouldn’t speak to him like that. In Jeongguk’s hazy mind, all he can think is –
Only good boys get praised.
Taehyung – he’s good. Always following Jimin’s orders, and following them well – unlike Jeongguk. Of course, Jeongguk would never dream of disobeying Jimin – not that Jimin seems to want to order him around much – or of doing anything without his permission, but that’s not all it takes, he reminds himself. He has to not only do it, but do it well.
And clearly, he can’t.
That must be it, Jeongguk thinks, hips still moving, body still desperate to please Jimin despite his mind giving up. He must just be – not good. Not good enough.
Either that, or Jimin simply doesn’t want to praise him. Not like he praises Taehyung.
When they finish, and Jimin is softly brushing the hair out of Taehyung’s eyes, murmuring gentle words – you did so well, Taehyungie, you were so good, just like usual, you’re such a good boy, my good boy – and Jeongguk is laying next to them, staring up at the ceiling, mind still hazy, eyes wet, he wonders if it’s supposed to be like this. Wonders if it’s supposed to feel good, physically, for such a short time, only to hurt in a way that is so much deeper than what is physical, straight after that superficial pleasure is over. Jeongguk doesn’t quite understand what this empty feeling in his chest is – this hollow space right under his ribs. He feels as if a part of him has been scooped out and dumped in his throat, blocking his airways just enough to hurt. Blinking hard, he attempts to swallow around the lump, as he listens to Jimin’s loving praises, and guiltily changes every Taehyungie to Jeonggukie and pretends every baby is meant for him, instead.
“Do you understand, Jeonggukkie?”
Taehyung stares at him expectantly, tucked beneath Jimin’s protective arm. Jeongguk swallows nervously. His eyes flick to where Jimin’s are also locked onto him, also expecting something, and he feels his breath catch in his throat.
He does understand, really. He understands what Jimin means when he says Jeongguk needs to be there – be present for Taehyung when he can’t do it himself, especially if Jimin isn’t there, either. He understands when Jimin says that, if Taehyung and Jeongguk want to play when Jimin’s not there, Jeongguk needs to take responsibility. He needs to look after Taehyung; to be in charge.
He just doesn’t get it.
Why does he have to take charge? Why is he the one who needs to look after the other? Why can’t he lose himself like he wants to; succumb to the overwhelming urge to submit; to drown himself and let somebody else pull him back to the surface, simply because he doesn’t want to do it himself?
Why can Taehyung do that, and not him?
But, again – he understands.
He understands that when Jimin says you need to look after Taehyung he means Taehyung needs this. He understands that when Jimin says it’s your responsibility to take charge he means Taehyung deserves this. He understands that when Jimin tells him no matter what, make sure he’s okay he means Taehyung deserves this more than you. Or, more likely –
Taehyung deserves this, and you don’t.
“I understand,” Jeongguk says.
The first time Taehyung initiates something when Jimin isn’t there, it goes – well, it goes –
Jimin is out with some friends he hasn’t seen in a while, and Taehyung and Jeongguk are huddled together beneath a pile of blankets arranged atop the bed, giggling tiredly at the laptop screen in front of them. Jeongguk has his face buried in Taehyung’s neck, with Taehyung’s arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders. He sighs happily. It’s rarely like this, so he savours it while it lasts.
Time passes, and Taehyung slowly slides further down the bed, disrupting their position and, instead nuzzling into Jeongguk’s shoulder. Jeongguk turns, burying his nose in Taehyung’s hair. He feels content.
Taehyung’s hand begins to creep beneath Jeongguk’s shirt. Jeongguk doesn’t notice at first, really. But then Taehyung’s hand is moving higher, higher … it brushes over Jeongguk’s nipple and he gasps quietly. He tenses, but Taehyung only giggles sleepily before beginning to circle a finger over the area. Jeongguk bites his lip, desperately attempting to hold in the embarrassingly high-pitched noises that seem to want to come out. Take charge, he thinks, breathing hard. Look after him.
“What – what do you –” Jeongguk stutters, clearing his throat, “what do you think you’re, um, you’re doing?”
Silence. Taehyung stops moving. Jeongguk cringes, scrunching up his face, still buried in Taehyung’s hair. Then, Taehyung giggles again, peeking up at Jeongguk from where he has his face pressed into the younger’s shoulder.
“Nothing,” he grins, and begins moving his finger again. Jeongguk inhales shakily.
What would Jimin do what would Jimin do what would Jimin do
“Doesn’t. Doesn’t seem like nothing to – to me.”
Taehyung bites his lip, still grinning cheekily up at Jeongguk, and Jeongguk takes some comfort in that. Taehyung is enjoying himself. He’s doing well.
He’s being good.
(Despite the fact that all he wants to do is roll onto his back, tilt his head backwards in submission and arch his back into the touches, whining unabashedly).
What would Jimin do –
He rolls over – hovering over Taehyung, instead of onto his back like every bone in his body is telling him to – and clumsily grasps Taehyung’s wrists, fumbling with them a little before pressing them hesitantly into the pillow above Taehyung’s head. He stares at the man beneath him, and Taehyung stares back, eyes wide, teeth catching on his bottom lip. Jeongguk swallows nervously.
And then – Jeongguk does what he usually does. He preps Taehyung with his fingers, slowly and carefully, imagining what Jimin might say to him if he was here – you’re doing so well, Jeonggukkie, baby, you’re so good, aren’t you? My good boy, treating Taehyungie so well – and, instead, attempting to relay the message to Taehyung – “you’re, um, you’re doing really well, hyung – I – you – you’re good, you’re a good, a good, um, boy, I – um –”
When he fucks Taehyung, he buries his face in his neck, crowding over him desperately. He would never tell Taehyung or Jimin this, too embarrassed, but he’s always been overly sensitive, and the feeling of Taehyung around his cock is so, so good – good enough to make his thighs tremble and a whine build up in his throat.
But, of course, he holds it in. Because this isn’t about him.
He fucks Taehyung exactly how he wants, every plea followed as an order – every oh, faster, please, I need it immediately followed by Jeongguk’s thrusts increasing in pace. When Taehyung comes, Jeongguk imagines Jimin’s voice telling him well done, you made him feel so good, you can come now, and gasps, body tensing at the fantasised permission.
Afterwards, Jeongguk rolls off of Taehyung, laying on the bed next to him, staring up at the ceiling. He can feel that feeling once again – that feeling of something missing, something indescribable; something Jeongguk can’t quite put his finger on – or, maybe, he just refuses to, because if he does – if he lets himself think about what it is he’s missing – it will only hurt more.
Then, Taehyung makes a small noise beside him, and Jeongguk remembers – this isn’t about him.
He stumbles through cleaning them up, clumsily wiping Taehyung off, attempting to drag him upright for a shower, but the older man proves difficult, only whining and snuggling further into the pillows. Limbs weak, head still fuzzy, chest hollow, Jeongguk gives up quickly. Jimin would be disappointed, he thinks. Instead, he follows Taehyung’s lead and pulls the blankets up over them both, draping an arm over Taehyung’s waist, pulling him close. He feels awkward, despite having been in this position many times before. He clears his throat.
“You, um … you did really well, hyung.”
There is a pause. Taehyung stares at him through half-closed eyes. Jeongguk’s breath speeds up.
“I mean, you – you were good. Really good.”
Taehyung makes a noncommittal noise. Jeongguk begins to panic. He knows Taehyung gets like this when he’s not given proper comfort after sex – gets quiet, unresponsive. Only, Jeongguk doesn’t know if something is wrong, or if Taehyung is simply tired, or if Taehyung wants him to carry on talking or just shut up so he can sleep –
What would Jimin do what would Jimin do
“You were a really – really g-good boy,” Jeongguk stutters, “so, um, so good, b-baby.”
Silence. Taehyung’s eyes are closed.
“If you don’t wanna do it, then don’t, Jeongguk.” Taehyung says, no inflection to his voice. Then, he turns over, away from Jeongguk.
That night, Jeongguk doesn’t make a single sound, but his tears soak the pillowcase, and he falls into a fitful sleep filled with distorted images of Jimin and Taehyung’s faces looming over him, huge and unattainably beautiful, as Taehyung tells him he expected better and Jimin says he’s very, very disappointed.
Things are … different, after.
The next morning, Jeongguk wakes up alone, the sheets cold beside him. This is unusual, as Jimin or Jeongguk normally have to drag Taehyung out of bed, whining and half asleep. Jeongguk takes a deep, shaky breath, already feeling the presence of that seemingly always-present lump in his throat. He lays there, breathing deeply, for some time, attempting to – to – he doesn’t know what. He just wants this feeling to stop.
Voices, from the living room.
Slowly, Jeongguk sits up. Realising he’s still naked, he picks up the first item of clothing he sees, an oversized, white t-shirt, and some underwear, quickly throws them on, and tentatively shuffles out of the room and into the hallway. The voices are louder, here, and he pauses, ears straining. Unable to make out what Jimin and Taehyung are saying, he tiptoes closer, halting in the doorway to the living room. Peering in, he sees his boyfriends, pressed together on the couch, Jimin on his back and Taehyung curled up with his head pillowed on Jimin’s stomach. Jimin stares down at him, eyes soft as he cards a hand through his hair.
All at once, Jeongguk is reminded of how Taehyung and Jimin were together for a whole two years before Jeongguk entered the relationship. He swallows as he thinks of the bond they share; all the inside jokes they have that Jeongguk wasn’t there to experience with them; all the firsts they shared with each other but not Jeongguk. Suddenly, he feels so – separate, so other; how could he possibly complete with what they already have? But, in the same breath, he feels so guilty because – here he is, feeling jealous and left out just because his boyfriends are cuddling on the couch without him. It’s – pathetic.
“…just don’t know why,” Taehyung says quietly. Jeongguk inhales sharply, sinking back into the hallway, out of sight. He knows – he knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop – right? – but his feet are glued to the floor and he can’t seem to move – and what if – what if by staying here, by listening, he finds out what his boyfriends want from him – what he needs to do to, maybe, if he’s lucky, be treated just like Taehyung –
“I know, Tae,” Jimin murmurs, “I’m confused too.”
“I mean, if he really – you know – then wouldn’t he –”
“Taehyung, you know he cares about you. That’s not even a question,” Jimin says reassuringly, and Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow. They’re talking about him, right? Is Taehyung – doubting that Jeongguk loves him? Jeongguk almost laughs, the idea preposterous.
“Then why does he act like it’s the worst thing in the world to – to fucking be nice to me during sex? Am I that unattractive to him that he can’t even praise me whilst he’s fucking me, let alone give me proper aftercare?”
Taehyung sounds distraught. Angry. Frustrated. Jeongguk feels guilt bubble up in his throat, liquid from a bottle labelled corrosive, spilled by his own hand. It burns inside him, biting holes in his skin as it boils beneath, spilling from his eyes, hot and poisonous. He stumbles, yearning to get away, but the self-made chemicals make him clumsy, clouding his eyes and making him choke, and he trips over his own feet, landing on one knee with a thud. Pain shoots through his leg and he gasps, not registering the sudden silence from the living room. Hauling himself up, he makes his way blindly to the kitchen, hunching over the sink and breathing heavily, the pain in his knee and throat almost overwhelming.
Taehyung’s voice. He stills. Clears his throat.
It comes out steady. Jeongguk is amazed. “Are you okay?” Jimin, this time. He sounds concerned. Jeongguk feels his bottom lip quiver.
The answer is short. Short enough that Jeongguk’s voice doesn’t crumble to dust, taking him with it.
“Jeongguk, seriously, are you –”
Taehyung’s voice, getting closer. Jeongguk panics.
“For god’s sake, hyung, I said I’m fine.”
Silence. The pain in Jeongguk’s knee is gone. His throat is burning.
“You really do hate me, don’t you?”
Broken voice. Footsteps. He’s gone.
They’re both gone.
Jeongguk breaks down.
Jeongguk spends the next day in the spare room.
He loses track of how long he cries for, body trembling as he muffles his sobs in his pillow. Then, when he’s done, feeling so empty that there aren’t even any tears are left within him, he simply lays on the bed and stares at the ceiling. Wondering.
How did it go so wrong?
It should have been fine, right from the beginning. He should have figured out what Jimin and Taehyung wanted from him, and done it. And even if he didn’t know right from the beginning – which he didn’t – what place they wanted him to take in their lives, once it became obvious from Jimin’s instructions to look after Taehyung; to baby him and care for him, Jeongguk should have been able to do it. It should have been easy to follow Jimin’s actions and words, and give Taehyung what he needs. Surely, he should be able to do that for the man he loves. But, as it turns out –
He can’t. And now Taehyung is hurt. Because of him.
Maybe he should just leave, Jeongguk thinks, in a fit of desperation, as, remarkably, tears begin to cloud his vision once again – maybe he should just go, and leave Taehyung and Jimin to live happily without him, because he’s clearly causing far more harm than good. They managed it well enough before he met them – in fact, they were probably happier without him, Jeongguk thinks, not for the first time.
Jeongguk sighs shakily. The worst part is, he knows what Jimin and Taehyung would say if he voiced his thoughts to them. He knows their eyes would become softer and a little sadder, and they would tell him they love him, and they couldn’t imagine life without him, and their voices would be so, so reassuring that Jeongguk would almost believe them.
It’s evening. Jeongguk can hear the television from the spare room. He knows Jimin and Taehyung are in there.
He takes a deep breath.
Pushing the door open, he pads down the hallway, footsteps light. Peering into the living room, he’s reminded starkly of yesterday, and he shudders. Jimin and Taehyung are, again, huddled together on the couch, only this time, they’re facing each other, Taehyung’s head level with Jimin’s lips, one of Jimin’s hands resting on his head as if it was stroking his hair for a long time and only stopped when it became too tired to continue. Taehyung isn’t even facing the television, completely tucked into Jimin, as if everything else is unimportant compared to him. Everything else, including Jeongguk.
This time, Jeongguk doesn’t linger quietly in the doorway. This time, he clears his throat.
Jimin turns immediately, eyes taking in Jeongguk’s face. Abruptly, Jeongguk realises he hasn’t looked in the mirror since yesterday, and cringes at how puffy and red his face must be from crying. He wants to hide, suddenly, but steels himself, tentatively stepping into the room. Jimin jerks his head just slightly. Come here.
Jeongguk is on the couch in seconds.
Quiet rings in Jeongguk’s ears as he shifts, opening his mouth, finding nothing there, and closing it again. He swallows, eyes flicking down to where Taehyung is still facing Jimin, eyes closed. Jeongguk knows he isn’t asleep.
“I, um – shit –” Jeongguk swears when his voice cracks, eyes suddenly wet. He clears his throat again, blinking hard – which only serves to cause the tears in his eyes to make their way down his cheeks, and he ducks his head, not wanting his boyfriends to see him like this. He doesn’t want them to think he’s – he’s just crying to seem like the victim, or to make them feel sorry for him; he doesn’t want them to see him like this because he knows he doesn’t deserve to be crying anyway, not when he hurt Taehyung, and not the other way around. He doesn’t want to give them any more reasons to – to not want him, not when he’s given them so many already.
“Don’t, please, hyung, I’m sorry, I just – I know you’re going to try to comfort me even though I was wrong, and I don’t want that, so, just, please, just, I just need – ” Jeongguk cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. He scrubs at his face, frustrated, before looking up, clearly seeing the sadness in Jimin’s eyes. He always was especially sensitive to seeing Taehyung or Jeongguk upset. “I just … I just wanted to tell you I’m. I’m sorry, of course. I’m … I didn’t mean to – to be mean, to say anything mean, I didn’t mean to.”
Jeongguk pauses, sniffing. Taehyung still hasn’t opened his eyes.
“And, and I didn’t mean to do – any of the stuff I’ve done wrong, I didn’t – I don’t hate you, hyung, I couldn’t, I could never – I love you so much, so much, love you both so much I don’t know how I’ll – how I would cope if – if – ”
Jeongguk’s breath is coming in short gasps; his hands are trembling. He’s frantic, eyes fixed on Taehyung – Taehyung’s closed eyes, closed expression, only a slight furrow in his brow to show he’s even listening –
“Hyung, please, please, look at me, hyung, please, just look at me!” Jeongguk sobs, heart breaking clean in half with the knowledge that he’s ruined everything.
It’s then, finally, that Taehyung opens his eyes. Jeongguk chokes on his own breath, chest shuddering uncontrollably as Taehyung sits up, Jimin moving with him, eyes shining with worry and his own tears. For a second, Taehyung pauses, and Jeongguk really, truly thinks, for that second, that Taehyung will not forgive him.
Then, Taehyung reaches out his arms, not only gesturing for Jeongguk to fall into them, but showing him his damaged heart, letting Jeongguk see that he’s hurt him, but also that he’s mending, and that he’s willing to let Jeongguk help.
Jeongguk takes the invitation.
Things go back to normal. Mostly.
Jimin watches them both much more closely than usual for the first few days, a layer of worry constant beneath his eyes. For as long as it stays, and then for a long while after, Jeongguk hates himself for putting it there. Taehyung is, surprisingly, much more clingy than usual, with both Jeongguk and Jimin, squeezing himself into all of their cracks and moulding around their edges. Jeongguk accepts it, but doesn’t let himself enjoy it fully, reminding himself that he doesn’t deserve it. The first time they have sex after the argument, Taehyung wraps himself around them both and doesn’t let go, first taking Jimin and then Jeongguk. Luckily, Jimin has more than enough praises to give, covering Jeongguk’s lack of them, and Jeongguk gets away with burying his face in Taehyung’s neck and riding out the pleasure, like he always does.
Then, Jimin pulls him aside to talk. They sit on the bed, Jeongguk wearing only an oversized hoodie, tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. Jimin seems uncharacteristically serious, and immediately, Jeongguk braces himself.
“I wanna talk to you about something, Jeonggukkie.” Jimin says, and Jeongguk attempts to stop himself from panicking.
It’s not what he’s thinking, surely. Taehyung would be here, too, it wouldn’t be just Jimin, if they were – if they really were going to –
“It’s about … Taehyung. And … your responsibilities to do with him.” Jimin begins slowly. Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek as both relief and dread flood his insides.
“You know you’re meant to do aftercare, right?”
Jeongguk nods mutely. Jimin stares at him, before cracking a smile.
“Don’t look so serious,” He laughs lightly, “you look like I’m about to break up with you, or something.”
Jeongguk forces out a choked laugh. It tastes like bile.
“Anyway,” Jimin continues, “I’ve sort of … let it slide, so to speak, thinking you’re just a little shy, still, and you don’t really know what you’re doing. But … Jeongguk, I can’t really keep making excuses for you anymore. You’ve seen me give Taehyung aftercare countless times. You know what to do. When you and Taehyung played together when I was out that one time – you hurt him, Jeongguk. He was so upset, the next day. I know it’s all behind us now, but you can’t just fuck him when you feel like it then half-ass the aftercare, okay? It’s important.”
Somewhere in the middle of Jimin’s brief speech, Jeongguk looked down, not wanting Jimin to see when he inevitably broke down again. But, as it turns out, it’s useless, because Jimin’s words – they’re like hard slaps to the face, and Jeongguk flinches, gasping. He shouldn’t be hurt, at this point – it’s just an affirmation of what he already knew – he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he hurt Taehyung, he’s not good enough, he should leave Taehyung and Jimin to be happy together, because, honestly, they all know it would be better that way –
“Jeongguk, stop,” Jimin’s voice is soft, and Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, shoulders shaking. “Stop thinking like that. I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not true. I promise. Taehyung and I both love you, and we know you love us. Just … it’s time to take responsibility, now, okay, Jeongguk? Oh, come here.”
With that, Jimin gathers Jeongguk into his arms. Jeongguk gasps as he’s pulled onto Jimin’s lap and rocked back and forth, Jimin’s hands gentle on his waist and in his hair. He stills. Jimin notices, and pulls back a little.
“Sorry, I – I know you don’t like to be babied like this – I just couldn’t help it, you looked so –”
“It’s okay,” Jeongguk whispers hoarsely, “it’s okay, it’s fine.”
“You sure, baby?” This time, the words are murmured into Jeongguk’s hair, and Jeongguk has to play them over in his mind once, twice, three times – before he accepts they’re real. He shivers, a warm feeling settling in his stomach, and he suddenly feels small; smaller than he’s ever felt. Nodding, Jeongguk curls up further, pressing his face firmly into Jimin’s neck and reveling in the feeling of comfort Jimin’s arms provide. He almost wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s awake, but, then again, if this is a dream, he thinks, there’s no way he wants to wake up.
“Oh my god, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck!”
Taehyung moans loudly, bouncing in Jeongguk’s lap, bottom lip shiny with drool. Jimin kneels behind him, indulgent smile on his face as he plays with Taehyung’s cock, dripping with precome, one hand palming the tip and the other jerking the length off smoothly. He’s murmuring filth into Taehyung’s ear, causing Taehyung to shiver and whine, as Jeongguk fucks up into Taehyung’s hole desperately. However, the physical pleasure takes a back seat in Jeongguk’s mind as he runs over what he needs to do. After Jimin’s talk, Jeongguk had thought a lot about how to please both him and Taehyung. As much as he craves to be in Taehyung’s place – or, even better, to simply receive the same treatment as Taehyung alongside him – he knows that will never happen. He knows that what Taehyung and Jimin share is special; too special for Jeongguk to be a part of. He knows that in order to make Taehyung and Jimin happy; in order for them to still want him, he has to please them by being what he knows they want.
Even if it hurts.
So, he had thought long and hard, compiling a list of all the things he had heard Jimin say to Taehyung during sex, all the praises and pet names; the filthy words he stitched together so well; so effortlessly. Then, he had practiced saying them, determined to stop stuttering and hesitating every time he attempted to praise Taehyung, knowing it will only serve to make his boyfriends disappointed in him – again. So, he practices, over and over and over, until he’s able to say every word of every sentence confidently. Until he’s able to play the part.
And now, he’s ready.
He takes a deep breath. Thinks of Taehyung and Jimin, and how all he wants is to please them, to be good for them. His eyes lock with Jimin’s, and he whimpers quietly at the intensity in them. I’m in charge, they say. You will obey me.
“G-good boy,” Jeongguk says suddenly, then internally curses himself for stuttering straight away. He had practiced this. He needs to be good. He needs to please them.
“Good boy,” Jeongguk says again, more confidently, this time, although his voice still wavers noticeably. “You look so good b-bouncing on my cock.”
Okay. That was okay, right? He stuttered once, but he managed to say it, at least. Jeongguk bites his lip, fucking his hips harder into Taehyung, making him gasp and moan. He feels frantic, almost, and the more he thinks about that one stutter, the more he knows it matters, of course it matters, because Jeongguk is supposed to be good at this; he practiced so hard, and now he’s gone and fucked it up already –
“He does, doesn’t he?” Jimin murmurs, voice dripping with dominance, and Jeongguk almost sobs at the tone, the way his own body reacts so readily, his heartrate rising; breath speeding up; urge to please increasing tenfold. But, at the same time, his stomach drops at the way Taehyung arches and moans in a way so obviously different to the way he barely reacted to Jeongguk’s words; the way Jimin’s tone is so glaringly better, more dominant, more sultry and smooth where Jeongguk’s was flat and unsure. Jeongguk feels like a failure. Even after trying so hard, he failed to be what Taehyung and Jimin want. No matter what he does, he will always fail them. Even with this thought in mind, he continues to desperately fuck into Taehyung, needing to please him, to make him feel good, to be good, to prove himself.
Taehyung whines, and clings onto Jimin, even though Jeongguk is right there in front of him. Jeongguk’s bottom lip trembles, knowing that Taehyung will always prefer Jimin; will always pick him if given a choice. He ducks his head, body moving on autopilot, listening to Jimin telling Taehyung that he’s good, he’s doing well, he’s so pretty and such a good boy –
Taehyung comes, and Jeongguk chokes back tears.
Jeongguk vaguely registers Jimin pulling Taehyung off Jeongguk and into his arms, petting him and reassuring him; some small voice in the back of his head notes that this must be one of those sessions where Taehyung feels a little smaller, a little more vulnerable than usual, and needs instant reassurance, rather than wanting Jeongguk and Jimin to reach their climaxes as well. However, these thoughts don’t fully form; Jeongguk exists in only a small part of his mind, hazy and confused, only focussed on one thing –
Need to please need to please need to please
He kneels there, on the bed, back straight, fingers digging into his thighs, still hard. Blinking, he sees Jimin and Taehyung’s entwined figures in front of him, Jimin cradling Taehyung so, so gently. It’s okay, Jeongguk thinks. It will be my turn soon. Just have to wait. Just have to be good.
So, he waits.
He sits still and he doesn’t make a sound. Just have to be good. Just have to wait. Faintly, he thinks he might be forgetting to do something. Something he needs to do in order to be good. He frowns slightly, lips pouting. He is good. He’s a good boy. He tries so hard to be, so he must be. His hyungs will understand that, he thinks, reassured. All he has to do is stay still until he’s told what to do; just has to wait, because that’s what good boys –
“Jeongguk.” Jimin’s voice.
Jeongguk straightens up instinctively. Finally, he thinks. He’s been so good, hasn’t done anything he wasn’t told to, so now he will be rewarded, just like Tae –
“For god’s sake, Jeongguk, if you’re not going to help, just go to the bathroom and finish yourself off instead of sitting around with your dick out. Taehyung is the priority right now.”
Jeongguk’s mind judders to a halt. His eyes are wide and shocked, he knows, and he can feel his bottom lip begin to tremble. That horrid lump is wedged in his throat once again. He takes a deep, shaky breath, reeling from the impact of Jimin’s words, and feels the warmth of tears on his cheeks, but it goes unnoticed, as Jimin and Taehyung are wrapped up in each other once again, oblivious to Jeongguk’s hurt. He can’t complain. After all, it was his own fault.
He simply wasn’t good enough.
The only thing he can do, now, is follow Jimin’s instructions: stand up on shaky legs, lips pressed together to hold in his sobs, and walk slowly over to the bathroom, dropping to his knees as soon as the door is shut behind him. There, he wraps his arms around his abdomen and sobs, hunched over as pain wracks his body, flooding his veins and polluting his heart. He wasn’t good enough. He isn’t good enough. He will never be good enough. They deserve better. They deserve each other. He was stupid to hope he could ever be enough for them; be what they want. Stupid. So, so stupid.
Jeongguk falls asleep curled up on the cold bathroom floor, naked and shivering.
When Jeongguk wakes up, there’s no couple of seconds where he forgets what happened and why he’s here. He remembers immediately, because the pain that wracked his bones a few hours before is still perfectly present, except now it sits beneath his skin, dry and cracked, instead of flowing through him like polluted water. He takes a few minutes to sit up, the ache in his limbs an afterthought, then stand, shaky on his feet.
There’s no point going back to bed, he thinks. He’ll only feel like an intruder, someone pushing relentlessly into a space that isn’t his, and should never have been. Instead, he pushes the bathroom door open slowly, seeing one large lump in the bed through the darkness. This is to be expected: Jimin and Taehyung always sleep curled up so closely together it’s impossible to tell they are two, not one. Silently, Jeongguk moves past the bed and towards the door to the hallway, intending to sleep in the spare room.
In the morning, he’ll gather his things, he thinks. He’ll tell them that he thinks they’re moving a little too fast, and that he wants to stay with his friend for a little while. It will give them the space they need to figure out that they are much happier without Jeongguk in their lives, and, eventually, they will tell him so. Then, Jeongguk can leave them be. Leave them to be happy without him, because that’s what they deserve, and that’s all Jeongguk wants to give them; all he’s ever wanted to give them. It’s just too bad it couldn’t be himself.
The light switches on.
“Where are you going, Gukkie?"
Jeongguk is frozen, facing away from the bed, hand outstretched towards the door handle. He turns, slowly, seeing both Jimin and Taehyung sitting up on the bed. Taehyung looks impassive. And Jimin – Jimin looks so sad, corners of his mouth downturned, eyebrows furrowed. Jeongguk bites down on the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting into sobs again.
“I was just, um,” Jeongguk clears his throat when his voice comes out hoarse and dry. “I was going to sleep in, um … in the spare room. Sorry.”
Why is he apologising? He doesn’t know. He only knows that, looking at his boyfriends, he feels the need to apologise over and over; get down on his knees and beg for their forgiveness. Jimin sighs.
Feeling a sense of déjà vu, Jeongguk follows Jimin’s command, sitting gingerly at the end of the bed. He crosses his legs and holds onto his feet instinctively, searching for comfort, and Jimin follows the action, a shadow of fondness appearing over his eyes for a second, before it’s gone and that terrible sadness is back.
“Jeongguk … why would you sleep in the spare room?” Jimin asks, voice soft. Jeongguk’s eyes dart between them, and he swallows. Is this a trick question? Don’t they want him gone?
“I … I just thought … I thought you wouldn’t want …” He gestures vaguely. I thought you wouldn’t want me here.
Jimin sighs again, and there is a pause where he looks at Jeongguk, Jeongguk looks between them both, and Taehyung stares down, picking at the duvet.
“What’s going on with you, Jeongguk? I don’t get it.” Jimin says after a moment. “I talked to you about what you needed to do. I told you, but, again, you just …” He trails off, looking lost. Jeongguk pinches his lips together to stop them from trembling. “You just … didn’t do anything. You just sat there while Taehyung was vulnerable and needing reassurance, from both of us. I’m sorry for snapping at you, but I thought it might … I don’t know, snap you out of it; make you actually do something, but you just left! Jeongguk, I … I just don’t understand. Help me understand.”
Jeongguk ducks his head. He ducks his head and doesn’t speak, because if he opens his mouth, what will come out will be the truth – he isn’t good enough, he can’t be what they want him to be, he failed them, again and again, he will never be what they want, he will never be good enough for them. Even though Jeongguk knows all of these things to be true, he simply ducks his head and tries to stop his shoulders from shaking as he begins to cry.
“Jeongguk, for goodness’ sake, help me out here! I’m trying so hard to understand, but how can I, if you won’t let me? If you carry on being passive during sex and skipping out on aftercare? If you didn’t wanna be a dom, you could have just said!”
Jeongguk feels the entire world skid to a halt.
Jimin stops speaking abruptly. “What?”
Jeongguk stares at Jimin, eyes wide, heart beating fast.
“What did you just say?”
“I …” Jimin starts slowly, eyebrows furrowed. Taehyung looks up for the first time. “I said … if you didn’t want to be dominant, you could have just said? I don’t understand how this is rel –”
“Really?” Jeongguk says, feeling as if his throat is closing up. “Hyung, are you – please, if this is a joke, please tell me, because I – are you serious? Hyung, are you serious? Please tell me you’re not lying, please, hyung, if this is a joke I – I won’t be able to – hyung –”
“Jeongguk, calm down, please, oh my – it’s not a joke. Why on earth would that be a joke?”
Jimin looks utterly perplexed. Taehyung stares at Jeongguk, realization dawning.
“Jeongguk –” He begins, but Jeongguk is breathing hard, tears rolling down his face, not registering his name being called.
“Oh my god, hyung, I – thank you, thank you so much, I swear I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, I swear you won’t regret it – I’ll make it so good, I promise – I’m, sorry, I don’t know why I’m so – I’m just, I just – I promise I’ll be good for you hyung, thank you, thank you.”
Jeongguk says all of this very quickly. Jimin and Taehyung stare at him, shocked. And Jeongguk begins to feel – hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe he doesn’t have to play a part – maybe he can fill a different role in his boyfriends’ lives, and do it well this time. He’s breathless, staring at Jimin with tears in his eyes, a giddy smile on his lips.
The silence stretches.
Slowly, Jeongguk takes in the shell-shocked looks on both of his boyfriends’ faces. Oh.
“Oh,” Jeongguk’s mouth mirrors his thoughts. “Oh. You weren’t – you were just saying that. You weren’t expecting me to – right. You – Okay. I understand.”
Mortification fills Jeongguk, right up to his neck, and he feels his face becoming uncomfortably hot. Of course, Jimin didn’t mean it. Of course, neither of them would actually want to try that with Jeongguk; wouldn’t want to take care of him the way Jimin takes care of Taehyung. Of course. He feels so embarrassed and so, so stupid.
“You never wanted to be dominant, did you?”
Jeongguk’s eyes dart to where Taehyung is staring at him, eyes filling with tears. Jeongguk’s own eyes widen and he jerks forwards, hands hovering in the empty space between him and Taehyung, unsure of whether he’s allowed to touch. Shit – why did he even open his mouth? Now, Taehyung is upset because he thinks Jeongguk – Jeongguk wants to take his place, or – or something and, oh god, Jeongguk fucked up –
“God, hyung, no, I – I mean, of – of course I wanted – I want to be … um, dominant. I want to, I like it, I promise – I – and I know I’m not very good, but I can be better, I swear – I’ve been practicing! I swear I can be better, hyung…”
He trails off when Taehyung begins to shake his head. He stares desperately at his boyfriend, utterly at a loss.
“No, Jeongguk, don’t …” Taehyung begins, and Jeongguk feels something very important slipping through his fingers. Taehyung knows. Taehyung knows that Jeongguk is lying, and he knows that no matter how hard Jeongguk tries, he will never be able to take care of Taehyung like he needs.
Jeongguk hangs his head, hopeless. Then –
“How many things have I made you do to me that you didn’t want?”
Jeongguk looks up. Taehyung looks broken.
“What?” Jeongguk whispers.
“How many things, Jeongguk? How many times have you forced yourself to – to fuck me and praise me and – and coddle me when you didn’t want to?” Taehyung sounds as if he’s forcing the words out, tears marking his cheeks. Jeongguk’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to protest, but Taehyung continues before he can even begin to form the words.
“You must have been so – so fucking uncomfortable, Jeongguk, and you – you never even said anything, why didn’t you say anything, you never even –” Taehyung cuts himself off, eyes widening in horror. “You – you probably were feeling so submissive during so many of those times, probably got into a headspace, even, and you never – you never even got any aftercare, god, you were trying so hard to take care of me, forcing yourself to, when you were the one who needed it, god – ”
Jeongguk mouths around words half-formed, but he is unable to make a sound. It sounds like – it sounds like, instead of finding Jeongguk annoying or weird for wanting to be submissive rather than dominant, he’s – guilty?
“Jeongguk, is … is that true? Did you really – did you really not wanna do any of that?” Jimin looks ashen, voice terribly small.
Jeongguk searches and searches, but none of the words he finds even begin to explain the fear; the relief; the dread; the tentative hope that he’s feeling. So, instead, voice hoarse and cracked, he simply whispers –
Something seems to break simultaneously in both Jimin and Taehyung’s expressions, and then he’s being pulled into their embrace, their scent enveloping him from all sides. He’s drowning in their warmth, voluntarily sinking deeper; further from the surface, welcoming the comforting darkness that surrounds him.
For a while, they simply lay on the bed, Taehyung wrapped around Jeongguk from behind and Jimin gently holding Jeongguk’s head where it rests, buried in his neck. Jeongguk knows Taehyung is still crying behind him and his heart aches, straining against his chest, yearning to burst free and reach towards his boyfriend, taking away his hurt. Jeongguk slowly moves his arm down to where Taehyung’s is holding his waist, and curls his fingers around it, slowly moving his thumb over the skin. Taehyung exhales shakily behind him.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Jeongguk mumbles, eyes drooping. “Neither of you. Not your fault. Don’t feel sad. ‘s not nice.”
Jimin laughs wetly and presses a kiss to his head, endlessly soft. Taehyung grips him tighter. Jeongguk falls asleep feeling loved.
It turns out, the misunderstanding was a result of a very drunk and misinformed Taehyung.
He had been at a party, he said, when him and Jimin were together but hadn’t yet confessed to Jeongguk. Jeongguk had been dancing, the lights reflecting off his eyes – or maybe the lights were from his eyes? It’s entirely possible, Taehyung’s drunken mind reasoned, frowning.
Someone had started a conversation with him, but he was distracted, eyes wandering to where Jeongguk grinned, a little nervous but a lot joyful. Taehyung sighed. The guy he was talking to followed his gaze.
“You into that?” He said.
“Hm?” Taehyung replied.
“That sort of guy. Muscles and all that.”
Taehyung frowned. “If it’s Jeongguk, then yes.” He said honestly.
A brief silence. Taehyung watched Jeongguk laugh across the room, and his heart swelled.
“I can see it. Not my thing, though. I prefer submissive types.” The guy said, looking Jeongguk over.
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. “How d’you know he’s not submissive? Is it because of his muscles? You know, not everyone with muscles has to be dominant.” Taehyung said matter-of-factly, still mostly distracted.
“Yeah, well,” the guy replied hastily, clearly uncomfortable at being called out. “Well – he is. My – my friend hooked up with him once. Said he was totally dominant, through and through. My friend even said he told him be would never sub for anyone, ever. Hates it, apparently.”
“Huh.” Taehyung said. Jimin will be disappointed, he thinks, and walks away, bored with the conversation.
Taehyung explains all of this when the three of them wake up late the next morning, still-naked bodies tangled together. He’s on the verge of tears again, but Jeongguk simply listens with wide, attentive eyes, then smiles, something small and sweet, explaining that that guy was most certainly lying, and leans in to press a soft kiss to Taehyung’s mouth.
“It’s okay, hyung.”
He says this over and over, and still, Taehyung continues to apologise – as does Jimin, both of his boyfriends endlessly remorseful. And if Jeongguk is being honest, despite his heart hurting at the sad look in their eyes – he’s enjoying himself, just a little. Because – he never thought he’d have this. He never thought he would ever be able to bathe in his boyfriends’ attention like this. Somewhere in the middle of his apologies, Jimin had begun to use pet names, something he, before, almost used constantly with Taehyung but only rarely when addressing Jeongguk. But now, he says things like I’m so sorry, baby and I wish you didn’t have to feel so sad, sweetheart and my darling, my pretty bunny, I’m so sorry.
Jeongguk feels wonderfully small and cared for.
Eventually, after all the tears have dried up and Jeongguk has one hand on Taehyung’s face, the other on Jimin’s, alternating between giving Taehyung gentle, closed mouthed kisses and letting Jimin slowly lick into his mouth, he begins to feel warmth deep in his stomach, and makes a small noise in the back of his throat, thighs pressing together. Instinctively, his cheeks heat and his eyes widen, dread simmering up inside of him, knowing that he isn’t supposed to sound like that, he isn’t supposed to –
“It’s okay, beautiful,” Jimin whispers, lips brushing over his ear; his temple; his cheek. “It’s okay. You’re okay, now. Let it all out, my pretty baby.”
Jeongguk can’t help but gasp quietly at the gentle praises and underlying possessiveness in Jimin’s words, head tilting backwards and eyelids fluttering.
“God, you respond so beautifully, so precious.” Jimin murmurs in awe, having pulled back just slightly. Jeongguk makes a small noise once again, still subconsciously unable to stop himself from holding back, brain screaming at him to shut the hell up, because this is not what Taehyung and Jimin want from you. Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut, and then, a second later, feels lips brush against them, soft reassurances breathed into his skin. Suddenly, he feels large hands on his thighs, and he opens his eyes and looks down to see Taehyung staring up at him, hesitant.
“I … I wanna help. Wanna make you feel good. Can I?” He asks, gaze flicking between Jeongguk and Jimin. Jeongguk blinks, turning to stare at Jimin, too. Can I?
Jimin looks surprised for a split second, before fondness settles over his expression like a thin blanket, moulding across his features.
“You gotta let us know if you want it, beautiful,” Jimin says gently. “If you want it, you can have it. You’ve been so good.”
There is a short pause, as Jeongguk feels his lungs completely empty of air at Jimin’s words. Been so good. He’s been so good. He’s been so good. He’s –
“A good boy?” Jeongguk asks, voice small and hopeful. “I’m – a good boy?”
Jimin smiles. “Yes, baby, you’re a good boy. So, so good.”
Jeongguk smiles, eyes crinkling. Then, he begins to cry.
Registering the panic on Jimin’s face and the way Taehyung’s hands on his thighs tighten, he speaks –
“No, it’s – I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m just – thank you, god, I’m so happy. I’m so happy right now.” He says, voice watery. “Thank you hyungs, I – yes, Taehyungie hyung, you can, you can do it, please, I want it, thank you, thank you.”
Jimin cradles his cheek in his hand, smile soft, eyes full of affection, and sighs. “Oh, darling, you really are so good, aren’t you? Such a polite little bunny, saying thank you so much, letting Taehyungie know so nicely.”
Jeongguk lets out a giddy giggle through his tears, missing how Jimin’s breath catches at the way his eyes sparkle and his smile shines so bright. The laugh morphs into a moan as Taehyung takes the head of Jeongguk’s half-hard cock in his mouth and begins to suck on it gently. Almost immediately, Jeongguk’s thighs begins to tremble, and he lets out a stream of little squeaks, already overwhelmed with pleasure.
“So sensitive, aren’t you little one,” Jimin murmurs, eyes filled with awe. “Did we get you all worked up, hm?”
Jeongguk nods frantically, eyes wide and beseeching, still glassy with tears. Jimin coos and pets Jeongguk’s hair, hand sliding down his neck, settling on his chest. It moves up and down as Jeongguk begins to pant, Taehyung’s mouth sending wonderful waves of pleasure rolling over his entire body. The hand slides a little with the movement, brushing Jeongguk’s nipple, causing him to let out a surprised whine, back arching.
“Oh – feels so – hyung –”
“Yeah, gorgeous?” Jimin says, voice hushed, as if sharing a secret. “Feels good here?”
Again, Jeongguk nods, pouting slightly. His eyes are so, so wide, and Jimin feels his heart melt, staring at his expression, finally so open and trusting. Jimin realises he’s never seen him like this before – not really.
All at once, Jeongguk’s cock is touching the back of Taehyung’s throat and his face dissolves before Jimin’s eyes, mouth falling open wider, eyes rolling back and eyelids fluttering shut as he lets out a high-pitched, breathy whine. He spreads his trembling legs wider, hips twitching – and then shouts, eyes flying open as Jimin presses against one of his nipples with his thumb.
“Good, darling?” Jimin asks genuinely. Jeongguk can only nod. The thumb on his nipple begins to move, circling it as Taehyung works his mouth over Jeongguk’s cock, the hot friction causing warm tingles to spread over his legs and through his abdomen. He sighs with pleasure, head lolling to the side. Jimin leans down, pressing his lips over the nipple his hand isn’t working over, and Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, a helpless whimper falling from his bottom lip.
Jimin releases his nipple, leaning over him, their faces so, so close, and Jeongguk struggles to keep his eyes from fluttering closed.
“Are you close, pretty bunny?” He asks softly. Jeongguk lets out a soft noise, realising with Jimin’s words that – yes, he is. He makes another noise, this time slightly distressed, knowing that if Jimin doesn’t grant him permission to come, he won’t be able to hold it, and then he’ll have failed, once again; he won’t be Jimin’s good boy anymore –
Taehyung sits up immediately, and Jeongguk’s stomach jerks as cold air hits his cock. He stares up at Jimin, panicked – did he do something wrong? Is he going to be punished? Did Jimin decide he doesn’t want this after all?
“It’s okay, my sweet boy, everything is okay. I just wanted you to be able to concentrate on the question I’m going to ask you.”
Relief flooding him, Jeongguk nods, looking at Jimin attentively. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement – Taehyung, on his knees between Jeongguk’s legs, eyes darting between Jeongguk and Jimin anxiously. Jeongguk is reminded of himself, waiting patiently for Jimin’s command; Jimin’s care – things that never came. He frowns, and hold his arm out, gesturing for Taehyung to come closer. He does, crawling eagerly up Jeongguk’s body, leaning in for a sloppy kiss whilst Jeongguk giggles and wraps his arm around his shoulders, pulling him into the crook of his neck when they separate.
“My precious baby and my pretty puppy,” Jimin smiles at them fondly, and they both grin, basking in the praise.
“What were you gonna ask, Jiminie hyung?” Jeongguk says, voice small and eager. He finds himself wiggling his toes in anticipation. He knows his Jiminie hyung will take care of him.
“Cutie,” Jimin murmurs. “I was going to ask, baby … do you wanna come with Taehyungie’s mouth on you? You know he’s got a pretty mouth.”
Taehyung squirms against Jeongguk, cock rutting against his hip slightly. Jeongguk’s own length twitches, and he gasps quietly.
“Or,” Jimin continues, “did you wanna be fucked until you come?”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen, all of his fantasies that he had previously pushed down rising to the front of his mind: from getting shoved down into the mattress face first and fucked so hard he can’t feel his legs, to being taken slowly and gently, on his back with whispered praises floating into his ear.
“Yes,” Jeongguk breathes. “Yes, please.”
Jimin grins, then – hesitates. “Oh – are you – I mean, since you usually don’t, you know –”
“I’m clean,” Jeongguk interrupts, cheeks turning pink. “In – inside, I mean. I … I do it myself.”
Jimin’s grin fixes back in place. “Perfect.”
Jimin opens him up slowly, carefully entering him with one finger, then two, then three, until Jeongguk is shaking all over and moaning loudly; much louder than he ever has before during sex. Taehyung stays plastered to his side, alternating between licking sloppily at his nipples or neck and eagerly working his tongue into Jeongguk’s mouth. Jeongguk lays there and takes everything his hyungs give him, back arching when Taehyung’s tongue swipes over his sensitive nipples and legs trembling as Jimin’s fingers hit a place inside him that makes him scream in ecstasy.
Soon enough, Jimin is lining up his cock with Jeongguk’s hole, and Jeongguk lifts his knees up to his chest without prompting, opening himself up for Jimin. Jimin groans, slapping his length against Jeongguk’s hole a few times, muttering about how he’s such a good boy, so perfect for hyung, and Jeongguk is floating; he’s in heaven.
“Oh – oh – ah!”
Jeongguk shouts, eyes wide as Jimin slides into him, hips pressed to his ass. He pants, unable to stop the moans that leave on every exhale. It’s been so long since he felt something inside him like this – it’s been forever. He begins to move his hips subconsciously, circling them and humming in pleasure as he feels Jimin’s cock shift inside him.
“Fuck. That feels good, huh, angel?” Jimin says, voice almost a growl and Jeongguk whines, high and long.
“Yes, yes, feels so good, hyung. Thank you, thank you,” he babbles, shouting when Jimin pulls out and slams back in again, picking up a steady pace. Taehyung whimpers and noses at his cheek; Jeongguk turns immediately and licks into his mouth, whining into the kiss. It’s messy and eager, both moaning as Jeongguk gets fucked and Taehyung ruts his cock against Jeongguk’s hip.
“Shit, look at you both, my gorgeous boys,” Jimin says, breathless, possessiveness ringing loud and clear in his tone. “So fucking pretty, both of you. So fucking good for me, best I could ask for.”
Jeongguk moans deliriously, breaking away from Taehyung’s mouth, instead breathing hotly into it as his cock twitches on his abdomen, leaking and drooling.
“Yes,” He slurs, “yes, hyung, ‘m your good boy, thank you, hyung, I love it, feels so good.”
His entire body jerks with every thrust, and his eyes roll back once again with how good Jimin’s cock feels stretching him out; how heavenly every one of Jimin’s praises feel. He’s so out of it, he doesn’t notice Taehyung moving down his body and taking his cock in his mouth again; Jeongguk shouts at the hot, wet pleasure, hips bucking; he moans, hands scrambling at the bedsheets, white hot pleasure overwhelming him –
“Coming, coming, coming!” He squeals, toes curling and legs kicking as he comes in Taehyung’s mouth.
His entire body jerks, head thrown back onto the pillow as he clenches, vaguely registering Jimin’s groan. He screams, the pleasure almost violent as Taehyung sucks relentlessly at his cock, milking it; Jimin continues to fuck him, abusing his prostate, and Jeongguk is afire.
Later, Jeongguk pouts and whines that he didn’t even notice Jimin coming, being so out of it from his own orgasm. He’ll also gasp, noticing the wet patch on the sheets where Taehyung rutted against the bed until he came, too, and complain that “I didn’t even get to help, hyung!”
But it’s okay, since, later, Jimin also shushes the pouting boy, gently stroking his hair and murmuring amused reassurances of next time, next time –
And, later, Taehyung rests his head on Jeongguk’s stomach and Jimin praises them both, kissing them on the forehead and telling them how good they were, how well they did –
Later, Jeongguk falls asleep cradled in Jimin’s arms, Taehyung’s wrapped around his waist, a smile on his face. He feels loved.