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The amount of drinking Jimin and Taehyung had done tonight can’t be measured, but it allows them to break free on themselves, let the night take free reign as it goes.
So they dance, and drink, and kiss, and dance a little more.
They do it all night long, from beginning to end. They let their bodies grind against each other, let their sweaty skins flush together as they keep the other close—feeling others staring.
Oh, that they feel, and they bask on it.
Everyone in the club has seen them by now, and everyone feels hot and bothered by them. It’s impossible not to, not when they look like two fucking models or like demons willing to snatch your soul away.
Anyone with a sane mind would let them do whatever they wanted to them.
But Taehyung and Jimin are so focused on each other it actually hurts seeing it. It hurts because many would like to be in either of the two’s place. Many would kill to be on the end of their affections, their touch, their bodies. But that’s a luxury reserved to Jimin and Taehyung only.
So yes, they bask in the attention they get. It turns them on, it makes something feral and primal course through their veins.
They love being the center, and they know how to get it.
Dancing, drinking, kissing, touching, teasing is the perfect way to provoke others—to be seen—and they can’t help the rush of excitement and arousal that heats their bodies every time they realize how much others want them.
Taehyung enjoys how his boyfriend is so crazy, yet conscious, of his own actions. He lets go in ways Taehyung could only dream of. Jimin is so full of himself—so narcissistic and deserving—and that’s exactly what makes him the perfect match for him.
Jimin, on the other hand, loves how Taehyung keeps him grounded on his heels, and how the taller one controls him. Taehyung is the only man who’s been able to get a grip on Jimin, to hold him still against his own will and Jimin is head over heels for it.
They’re naturally drawn to each other and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to them, cause it’s not every day that you find someone who completes you so perfectly as they do each other.
Hours later, Jimin has his arms locked behind his boyfriend’s neck, fingers deep in the black curls of his head, and he feels needy. He wants to have Taehyung close in a different way than this.
He wants his boyfriend balls deep inside him.
“Baby, let’s go,” he whispers right in his ear and feels as blood starts traveling down to his teased cock. “Please, I need you.”
Taehyung separates a bit and stares at him, notices how dark and needy Jimin’s eyes are, and feels a thrill run down his spine. He feels so wanted, and desired.
Oh, he’s gonna ruin him so good tonight.
Now, Jimin is bossy as hell. He is not the kind you expect to turn so pliant for anyone, but Taehyung had discovered the way to make his boyfriend a pliant, begging mess for his cock so Jimin has learned to love his ordering around. He loves it when Taehyung tells him what to do.
Taehyung orders the Uber and helps Jimin make their way out. His boyfriend is sticking to his side like a baby, wanting more than a few kisses and touches. Now, Jimin wants it all.
They jump on the car and the first thing that catches their attention is how young and beautiful the driver is.
His black hair is slicked off his forehead, revealing an eyebrow piercing that certainly makes him hotter. He’s wearing a pretty silk shirt and tight black jeans, and he has tattoos. A goddamn feast to the eyes.
Taehyung is not the only one who sees this, as he notices Jimin staring at the boy. Jimin licks his lips slowly and just stares darkly at him. He’s pretty, he thinks, and there’s no way of denying it.
Instead of maybe feeling jealousy or anger, Taehyung feels arousal spread on his stomach and set down deep in his gut. He feels hot now, even more than he already was earlier.
He sits down on the seat and indicates the directions to the boy, who has one of the sweetest voices he’s heard.
They’ll be on this drive for at least one hour, so he draws Jimin closer to him and lays a hand on his knee. He sees in the mirror that the boy views this, stares for a suspended second, and then looks back to the road.
“What’s your name?” Taehyung’s deep voice echoes in the car, and Jimin mewls low when he hears it.
Jimin threads his fingers with the younger one, and plays with the tip of his fingers—he loves his hands so much.
“Jeongguk.” He murmurs only, looking Taehyung right in the eye. It feels like a challenge.
Out of the blue, a thought rushes through Jimin’s brain of how lovely he’d look on top of his boyfriend, with Taehyung’s fingers inside of him—all of it while the Uber boy stares—and he can’t help the whimper that leaves his lips right there.
Taehyung turns and stares at him, and then Jeongguk also looks at him through the rear-view mirror. He suddenly feels hotter, needier; he wants more of those two stares on his naked body.
“I- I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was,” Jimin mumbles.
His mind is a bit of a blur because the drinks that were downed earlier are making some sort of effect now, and that’s not helpful. Because when Jimin gets drunk, he likes to be ruined by his boyfriend, adores being filled to the brim.
That’s not wrong because everyone wants to feel good.
What’s not helpful is that when he’s drunk, he’s needy, and impatient and he can’t wait. He literally can’t. Even less now with the thought of that pretty boy driving watching them as they do each other.
His mind is playing games with him right now, and he squirms where he’s seated; desire stirring in his veins. He doesn’t look at Taehyung, because he’s afraid of what he might find in those almond eyes.
Taehyung, on the other hand, feels his mind race and his body tremble with excitement. His hands are still bound with Jimin’s and he lets go of them. Instead, he starts stroking his leg softly.
“Are you sure you don’t know what that was, Jimin-ah?” He asks in his ear, but loud enough for Jeongguk to hear.
Jeongguk grips the steering wheel tighter than before. His knuckles turn white, and he does his best not to look through the mirror, but he’s a weak man with two gorgeous, demon-like men in the back of his car and he can’t help it.
He sees as the taller one strokes the other’s leg, as he slowly raises his stare and his eyes pierce Jeongguk’s. He looks to the road again, and tries to think of disgusting things so the heat currently building in his body doesn’t spike up.
“I asked you a question,” the man deadpans on Jimin (that's what the taller one called him) and he hears the smaller one sigh.
“I don’t know, Taehyungie.”
His voice is so sweet in Jeongguk’s ear, and he wonders what moans would sound like coming out of those full red plump lips.
Fuck, Jeongguk thinks and shudders a bit. Those thoughts shouldn’t be welcomed. Couldn’t be.
“Come here,” Taehyung says.
He grabs Jimin, and places him right on top of his legs. Jimin’s legs are parted on either side of Taehyung and his back is right against his boyfriend’s firm chest. Jeongguk peaks through the rear-view mirror again and sees them both staring at him, eyes full of lust and want.
And it’s a crime. It’s a crime the way it turns Jeongguk on so fucking much— how much he wants to see as they come undone on his backseat.
It’s a crime the way Jimin throws his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder—exposing his fair and perfect neck with a silver diamond choker adorning it—and maintains eye contact with Jeongguk.
“You know I don’t like it when you don’t tell me the truth, doll,” Taehyung says as he noses the side of Jimin’s face and inhales the sweet mix of honey and sugary drinks he’s had tonight.
Jeongguk looks strained on his seat, hands grasping tight on the steering wheel and letting go of it like it was a stress ball. Taehyung notices how his breathing is a little faster than it was earlier, how his eyes try to focus on the road but keep switching to the mirror, how he’s a bit flustered now.
That’s the moment Taehyung realizes maybe the other wants this as much as he and Jimin do.
Because he knows his little boyfriend and he knows how much Jimin wants Jeongguk’s attention; knows he’s dying to let the other see him open up and begging for cock as the cumslut he is; he knows how ready his man is.
So Taehyung decides to spice it up.
“What do you think will happen to you when we get home, huh?” He asks and watches as both Jimin and Jeongguk spring in curiosity, one of the heads turning around and the other staring through the mirror. “What do you think happens to little lying whores like you?”
He starts by stroking Jimin’s legs again, feeling him tremble on his lap. He lets out a gasp when he understands the words Taehyung said and wiggles his ass on top of him, and then Jeongguk is actively holding his breath on the front seat.
“Jeongguk-ssi,” Taehyung calls and the driver’s blood goes cold on his veins as he hums in response. “What do you think will happen to him once you drop us off?” Jeongguk gulps the exact second Taehyung’s hand closes around Jimin’s throat and he releases his breath.
“What happens to bad boys,” he says, and by now the car is basically not moving—Jeongguk unconsciously wanting to slow down this moment here. “You’ll punish him,” his voice comes out hoarse.
Jeongguk sounds delightful on Jimin’s ear and with Taehyung mouthing at his neck smoothly he can’t really help the moan that escapes his lips, arousal making him go nuts on both his mind and pants.
“Ah, indeed,” Taehyung raises his hand and taps Jimin’s shoulders. “Bad boys get punished,” he then presses a kiss straight to Jimin’s jugular and directs a smirk to Jeongguk’s, whose lips are parted while he stares at Jimin’s neck. “Stop the car,” he says, and it stops immediately, the one driving stopping by the side and placing the parking sign on the car.
Everything is quiet, except for the pants that escape Jimin’s lips with Taehyung still stroking his legs.
Taehyung goes up, starts trailing down his inner thighs and Jeongguk keeps staring. He’s not holding it back anymore, because why else would Taehyung ask him to stop the car unless he wanted him to see? So he keeps staring as the bulge in Jimin finishes growing in his pants and he begins whining a little louder.
“Taehyung, baby, come on,” He complains and opens his eyes, feeling extremely hot under the attention he’s receiving. “Stop teasing me.” He then looks up and sees Jeongguk biting his lower lip.
He moans pretty and high when Taehyung palms his cock through his pants and he hears the whine Jeongguk releases as well. “Ah fuck,” he murmurs and his hips thrust looking for more from Taehyung.
“What do you want?” Taehyung asks and Jimin goes to reply but he’s quickly silenced by a finger on his lips. “Nah-ah, not you,” he says and looks straight into Jeongguk’s eyes. “What do you want, Jeongguk-ssi?”
He is not expecting it. He sucks a breath in harshly and he doesn’t think he’d be able to turn around and answer back to him. He can’t find it in himself emitting a sound but he still looks at him through the mirror.
He’s getting tired of it but he won’t move until Taehyung says so.
Then wonders why is he acting up so submissive for a guy he’s never seen before? And where the fuck has the logic in his brain gone to? He’s literally about to implode in his pants from listening to a small guy panting and his boyfriend feeling him up in his car.
It’s not normal, but he’s sure as fuck into it. So he decides he’ll pay attention to it later, when all he has is the memories of these two gorgeous, soul-eating demons in his car.
“I want to see you touch him,” he says, voice surprisingly strong and hoarse; the arousal could be heard in him.
Taehyung huffs a little, and one of his hands goes to Jimin’s neck—it looks like they both have a fixation for it because the other quickly opens his mouth as if expecting something and Taehyung kisses his earlobe.
“How do you want me to do that?” He asks and peppers a few kisses on his neck as he stares at Jeongguk.
He’s salivating. He wants to do that too, wants to be able to ruin that pretty boy there, kiss him stupid until he can’t see anything past Taehyung or himself. He wants to see him writhe and beg for it.
He licks his lips and, since the night began, he can’t resist the urge to move in his seat and look behind his back to the seats.
He thought they were pretty but nothing compares to turning around and seeing those marvelous, luscious faces stare back at him with the same hunger and lust he feels. He doesn’t think anybody has wanted him as they do—and that stirs the hottest wave of arousal in his body so far.
He sees the piercing on Taehyung’s lip—on the right side—and notices Jimin also has one but right on the middle of his plump lips. He imagines what the cold metal would feel on his own lips.
“Kiss him,” Jeongguk lets out and almost howls when Taehyung goes for it.
The kiss is desperate, Jimin craning his head around and kneading his fingers in Taehyung’s hair and Taehyung just going for his lips as if he wanted to eat him whole—to what no one present would oppose to.
Jimin moans on his boyfriend’s lips, starting to grind on top of him to which Taehyung responds with a growl and grips his hips harder.
Jeongguk is as turned as he can in his seat, and feels a sting of arousal run down through back and a heat install right at the end of his gut. He’s so fucking turned on he can’t help but bite his lips to avoid sounds coming out.
He doesn’t want to interrupt the bubble the two seem to be in. He luxuriates himself in the hot sight of Jimin and Taehyung, he just watches them and feels as his cock strains in his pants. He listens to the tongues slapping together, the lewds sounds coming from their lips and he uncontrollably reaches out and places a hand on Taehyung's knee.
Up until they stop kissing, Jeongguk doesn’t realize he’s been stroking Taehyung’s leg, going up and up, almost very close to his cock but the moan he gets from the younger one lets him know that he’s too close to be true.
He quickly goes to retreat but another hand grabs his wrist and places his hand on Taehyung’s leg again. He looks up and finds Jimin’s eyes on his—hot, wanting, needy—and Jeongguk loves it.
He starts stroking again while looking at Jimin. He sees the details in his pretty delicate face—his hooded eyes, boopy nose, cute edible cheeks and the sexiest, most plump lips his eyes have seen before. He wants to eat them, but something tells him to wait for permission, to wait until Taehyung approves of it.
And Jimin is just doing the exact same thing.
“You want to kiss him now,” Taehyung inclines with Jimin on top of him and he’s almost face to face with Jeongguk—can tell by how he feels his mint breath very close to his now. “You wanna know what he feels like.”
Jeongguk whines, so does Jimin. And Taehyung just laughs a bit at them, behaving like a mean ass motherfucker but he can tell how much it turns them both on.
Jimin keeps wriggling on top of him, putting pressure down his cock and the freaking Jeongguk stares lavishly at him. Taehyung wants to fuck them at the same time, impale them on his thick cock and watch them bounce on it but first, he needs them desperate for it.
“Sit back,” he whispers to Jeongguk, daring him, and Jimin perks up instantly, more whines spilling out his mouth. Jimin doesn’t want Jeongguk to step away but he also knows Tae has his motives behind it.
Jeongguk reluctantly sits back on his hinges and watches as Taehyung accommodates Jimin on his lap again. “Hold still, doll,” he tells his boyfriend and splits his legs even more open, making him be full open for Jeongguk to stare and Taehyung to touch and tease.
Jeongguk’s eyes are so pretty, his eyebrows deep in a frown and his nose scrunched while his pretty pink lips parted to let out small huffs and whines.
Taehyung looks so collected—so unbelievably put together—that if it wasn’t for his hard cock pressing against Jimin’s ass, how his voice dropped an octave lower when he was turned on, or the small, silent pants on his boyfriend’s ear, no one would be able to guess if he was actually turned on or just playing along.
“Now, I’m going to play with him and you ,” he points at Jeongguk, “are going to watch while I make him call out your name.”
“Fuck,” Jimin whispers under his breath and he knows his pants are ruined by now because of all the precum he’s been spurting since this whole thing started.
Taehyung slides the jacket Jimin is wearing off and exposes his thin, firm arms. The expanse of pretty, unmarked skin extends and Jeongguk only wants to mark it as if it was his.
He sees Taehyung slide his hands through his skin and looks at Jeongguk, waiting for his reactions. “Take off his clothes, please,” Jeongguk can’t stop himself from saying. He just wants to see Jimin.
“Listen to him, doll,” Taehyung whispers to Jimin and trails a few kisses along his jawline and neck. “He wants to see you ,” he emphasizes and it has Jimin moaning and pushing his hips up, looking for friction. “He wants to see that pretty pink weeping cock of yours,” Taehyung hums in his ears and Jeongguk is pretty sure he’s about to come in his pants. “Do you want him to see you?” He asks as he starts lifting the shirt up, only stopping when it’s fully off.
“Yes,” he half moans, half whines when Taehyung licks his earlobe.
Jeongguk stares at those pink nubs, already hard on Jimin’s chest. His tongue involuntarily comes out and he’s dying to have a taste of Jimin. God, who wouldn’t want to taste that man. Taehyung sees it all: when Jimin raises his head and looks heavily at Jeongguk and when the driver bites his lips and his hand applies some pressure on his cock.
Jimin is so fucking turned on, he wants them both.
Jeongguk groans at the pressure, feeling a bit of relief after he’s been hard for so long and hasn't touched himself.
“Why don’t you take his pants off, Jeongguk-ssi?” He doesn’t even have to say it twice.
Jimin feels Jeongguk’s hands on his waist and he whines so loud it sounds like a wounded animal. He unbuttons him, and Jimin raises himself a bit so the other can slide them off, and he’s fully surprised when he sees that Jimin is going commando. “Ah, fuck, Jimin-ssi, you’re so pretty like this,” Jeongguk mumbles and finishes taking off the pants.
Oh fuck, he wants to grab, he wants to touch but first the looks at Taehyung.
“Take off your pants, and watch me while I make him come,” He smiles, pleased at Jeongguk’s reaction. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you have him that easily, did you?” He’s mean, and he’s living for it.
Taehyung can’t describe the arousal he feels, it’s something beyond words. They’ve done threesomes before, experimented with a few things they thought were their cup of tea—and yes, some of them were—but he never thought he’d want another man to touch Jimin as badly as he wanted to touch him. He didn’t think he’d be so turned on by a complete stranger, who’s currently on the front seat about to watch him make his boyfriend come apart—and he loves it.
An odd thought comes to his mind and he just doesn’t think they can let this boy here go, but he pushes it down and turns Jimin’s head around to kiss him hungrily, devouring his lips and feeling both the piercings on their lips on each other. He’s so hungry for his boyfriend, he wants him so much and he’s glad to know that because for the millionth time in all the time they’ve been together, he feels the way Jimin wants him back, he knows that he’s going to get exactly what he gives him and that’s priceless.
Jimin threads his fingers on his hair and whines on his lips, “Baby, please, just touch me, do something before I go crazy.”
He changes his mind.
“What if Jeongguk does it instead?” He whispers on his lips and their eyes are just magnetized on each other.
Their chests rise heavy with pants and breaths and they just want to devour each other.
“How about I play with your nipples,” he licks his lips, “while the pretty boy there,” he licks his jawline, “plays with your cock?” He finishes with a fast kiss on his lips.
Jimin feels like he’s heard angels sing when Taehyung says that and nods like a good boy, tongue poking out to lick his boyfriend’s lips.
“Turn around.”
Jeongguk already has his dick out, laying flat on his stomach and holy fuck, he’s big and pretty, or pretty big. Jimin wants to lick that head until Jeongguk is coming on his throat—so he whimpers because he’s desperate.
“Jeongguk-ssi, you’re so fucking big,” he licks his lips and looks him dead in the eye. “W- wanna fucking touch you, and feel you come on my throat,” Jimin announces and throws his head back when Taehyung starts touching his nipples, feather-like touches that makes him feel like he’s being teased.
“What else do you wanna do to him?” Taehyung asks and pinches one of the buds and it has Jimin yelping. “Speak, doll,” he pulls them and Jimin releases a wanton moan that goes down straight to Jeongguk’s dick.
“I wanna sit on top of him and ride that big cock.” Jeongguk doesn’t even want to palm himself because he knows he’s been so provoked tonight that he might come right now. “I wanna have him come inside of me and then lick me clean, baby,” Jimin starts moving his ass again on top of Taehyung and the other keeps playing with his buds. “Baby, can we do that, huh? Say yes please, let me have him,” he sounds desperate and Jeongguk moans at that because he’s wanted, oh he’s so fucking wanted.
“Jeongguk, touch him,” and again, he doesn’t even think twice of it.
His hands go straight to Jimin’s cock—it’s weeping cum, red angry on the head and it has a cum bed formed on top of Jimin’s abdomen. Jeongguk grabs his cock and Jimin moans—he keeps fucking moaning so loud and they love it—and thrusts up on his hand.
He smears the cum on the slit and starts tugging his dick, while Taehyung is playing with his nipples.
Jimin is already lost in sensation, and he feels so so good right now. He doesn’t want anything to stop, he just wants them to keep stroking him like this—slowly, roughly. He feels the heat pool on his gut and damn him if he doesn’t come repeatedly only because of these two.
Jeongguk keeps dragging his hand along his girth, Taehyung keeps pinching his nipples and licking his neck and Jimin is just there, releasing high pitched whines and desperate to come.
“Do you like his fingers on you, mmm? Like how he grips you so tightly? Like his hand better than mine?” Taehyung teases and it has Jeongguk looking up, wondering what Jimin will say. He looks damn lost in sensation, as if he wouldn’t be able to say a word.
“I like him on me baby, I like how he feels on me,” he whispers to Taehyung but looks at Jeongguk, and the other can’t resist it when he surges forward and wraps his lips around Jimin’s length, taking them both by surprise. “Fuck, Jeongguk-ah, yes baby,” Jimin groans at the sensation of the warm, hot hole his dick is in.
Taehyung is honestly pretty surprised, he wasn’t expecting that.
Jeongguk hollows his cheeks around him and sucks hard into his mouth. He gives his cock licks and slurps on it, using his hand where his mouth doesn’t reach and Jimin’s hands go to his pretty long hair and grips tightly on it. Jeongguk takes Jimin deeper on his throat and they both feel when he starts going down his pipe.
Jeongguk moans around him because he’s so hot, Jimin is so sexy it’s driving him crazy.
Meanwhile, Taehyung is frozen, staring at them, feeling hot all over. The tinges of arousal are deadly now, setting down on his gut and he feels like he’s about to explode and, for no reason, he’d stop that from happening so begins grinding on Jimin’s ass and goes to unbutton his own pants to lower them down.
“You should come back here,” Taehyung suggests to Jeongguk.
The boy grabs a bottle of lube before going to the backseat and finally being face to face with the two prettiest men he’s seen. Once there, he doesn’t wait for anything and grabs Taehyung’s face on his hands and plants a kiss full of intensity and desire. Jimin whines at the view and strokes his cock, feeling Jeongguk’s spit on him—it’s so hot.
Taehyung growls in Jeongguk’s mouth when he feels the other sneak his hand around and grab his cock. “You’re so big, Taehyung-ssi,” He whispers on top of his lips, “You’d look so good split open on me.”
Taehyung goes blank at the thought of bouncing on Jeongguk’s dick because honest to God, he hasn’t thought about that tonight, but he can’t deny the thrill that travels through his spine at the thought of riding that man.
“Maybe you could find out about that,” he mumbles right back, grabs a fistful of hair and smashes their lips again.
Jimin never entertained the idea of seeing another man fuck Taehyung but now his head can’t stop swirling around his boyfriend bouncing hard on Jeongguk’s cock, coming undone with a huge dick like his inside of him.
Jimin witnesses as the two flush together, messy kisses and tongues leaving traces of spit on each other, and he needs to admit how hot it is. So in the limited space they have in the black, he keeps stroking himself as they two kiss. He also grabs the lube and splits his legs, one of them up in the front seat and the other against the seat.
Jeongguk is straddling Taehyung now, and moving sweetly on top of him, his hips rolling and releasing muffled moans as they’re still kissing. Their cocks are flushed together right under and with that Jimin oils his fingers and starts teasing his rim, feeling the tight muscles clench around nothing—wanting, eagerly, to be filled. He feels himself relax under his own touch and presses the tip of one finger inside his hole. Jimin gasps at the sensation of having something inside himself and starts pumping it in and out with a slow, burning rhythm that’s making his inside go wild. He watches Taehyung pepper hungry kisses along the seams of Jeongguk’s neck and he whimpers, pushing a second finger inside—loving the stretch’s burn.
So far, Jeongguk is so immersed in Taehyung’s taste and feel that he doesn’t realize what Jimin is doing, at least not until he turns his neck and sees the other splayed open fucking himself on two of his chubby fingers, moaning and staring at them.
“Look at him,” he says to Taehyung breathy, he can’t quite breathe properly and he’s just a moaning mess on top of Taehyung.
Taehyung growls deeply, his voice hoarse and strong, “Jimin-ah, put another one,” he breathes, staring as his man scissors his fingers and adds a third one right after.
Taehyung sneaks his hand and flushes both his dick and Jeongguk’s and starts tugging them with a mix of their cum, sweat and the string of spit he drops on it a second later. Jeongguk moans so hard and high that it triggers Jimin’s orgasm.
They watch the cum spurt out of his slit, catching his hand and chest, and Jimin trembles so hard. They see his body shake from the pleasure, his orgasm hitting him hard as bricks and making him moan. They see his gaping hole clenching around his fingers as he milks himself through his orgasm, and Taehyung tugs their cocks even harder, also moaning in unison.
Jeongguk’s own orgasm hits him two tugs after, and he spills so hard on Taehyung’s hand while watching Jimin. One of his hands goes to Taehyung’s hair and the other to Jimin’s leg as support because he’s never nutted like this before—not so intense, not so good, not so mind-blowing.
“Fuck, motherfucker,” he growls and starts coming down from his high a bit. He falls on Taehyung’s chest and kisses his neck, licks at it and sucks little marks on it, Taehyung is still stroking himself. “Fucking come for me, won’t you?” Jeongguk whispers in his ear and bites his earlobe.
His hot mumble on Taehyung’s ear is all it takes for him to cum so painfully hard that it gets to Jeongguk’s chest. He growls both Jimin and Jeongguk’s name and the latter feels his legs shake right under him. Jeongguk keeps biting on his neck skin, as Jimin stares in a trance and Taehyung just keeps cumming, basking in the attention he’s getting.
Two minutes pass, and pants are the only thing heard in the car. But then they see each other, and both Jimin and Jeongguk are rock hard again after witnessing Taehyung cum so hard. So Jeongguk goes to finally kiss Jimin for the first time in the whole night.
He tastes his pretty cherry lips on his mouth and delights in the sugary flavor he has. Jimin smells, tastes, looks so damn good that it’s overwhelming for Jeongguk thinking he even had the chance to see him wide open and coming.
He licks into his mouth and his cock twitches when their tongues intertwine.
“Jeongguk, fuck him.”
They both stop kissing, and choke on their spit, then they turn to see Taehyung, tugging his already half-hard cock, staring at them so lustily, so hot, so everything. Jimin whines, Jeongguk moans and Taehyung smirks.
“You’re gonna fuck him while I fuck you.” He grabs a handful of Jeongguk’s perky, sweet ass and spanks it hard enough to leave a red print on it.
Jeongguk is turning into a moaning mess again, feeling drowsy with the thought of Taehyung pumping into him.
“Finger fuck him, doll,” he encourages Jeongguk to coat his fingers and insert them inside Jimin. Oh, he’s so fucking tight and hot. “How does my baby doll feel, Jeongguk? See how tight he is?” He whispers in Jeongguk’s ear and he also coats his fingers and starts trailing them down his ass. “Imagine what it’s like when you’re inside him.” He pushes the tip of his finger inside Jeongguk and it has him moaning so deep and wantonly.
Jimin has his eyes pressed together, lips parted, raspy moans spilling out of throat, and he just grabs onto Jeongguk’s hair as the other pumps his fingers in and out of Jimin to fully open him up for his cock. He’s so turned on, he can’t even describe it anymore. He can only feel, and want, and expect.
Jeongguk, on the other hand, feels like he might die out of pleasure when Taehyung’s second finger slides and curls inside his walls. He’s a blabbering mess, spilling small “ fuck, right there, so good” when Taehyung finds his prostate and keeps furiously jabbing into it.
Then they both pull their fingers out, and coat themselves. They’re desperate, so fucking into each other, admiring the gorgeous, sexy men they are. Nothing is discussed as Jeongguk pushes inside Jimin’s still tight hole—despite all the stretching—and he knows he won’t last much, not after being so stimulated from both sides. Taehyung teases his rim with the tip of his cock and then pushes inside Jeongguk too, making him slide ever deeper into Jimin. The three moan in unison as they get used to the sensations hugging their dicks.
Each and everyone is so tight, so warm, so hot, and they’re all also so close to coming for a second time.
“Move, move now,” Jimin whines desperately, trying to grab whoever he can—one hand on Jeongguk and the other on his boyfriend.
Jeongguk slides almost completely out and then pistons his hips with full force inside—hips to hips, ass to hips—and Jimin wantonly groans at it. But then Taehyung repeats that movement on Jeongguk and slams his hips so hard, as if full of hatred, and pushes him inside Jimin again.
Moans, moans, moans and then more moans are heard as they fuck into each other, drilling furiously, eager to come again, eager to see the other come too.
“Fuck, yes, right there, right there Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin yells and he complies, but so does Taehyung, quickly finding his prostate and jabbing against it.
“I- I’m so close, please,” Jeongguk moans and buries himself in Jimin again.
“Come inside his tight little hole,” Taehyung murmurs, “See how he’s so eager to feel you inside him,” he whispers and looks at his boyfriend’s eyes, he knows how tight Jimin feels, knows how sweet he is and how good that ass can clench on a cock.
Jimin moans and stares at him dead in the eye.
“Look at the cumslut he is,” he whispers it loud enough in Jeongguk's ear, eyes fixed on Jimin’s and for the second time of the night, Jimin spills so hard that he can’t even move afterwards.
He lets his body trash with Jeongguk still inside him, lets his broken voice moan, lets his ass clench around Jeongguk and caresses Taehyung’s hair with the hand that’s connecting them. One of Taehyung’s fingers collects the cum on his tummy and he feeds it to Jeongguk, who comes two jabs later right inside Jimin’s right hole.
He can’t pronounce a word, can’t say a syllable, can’t make a sound as he clenches on Taehyung’s cock and feels as he spills his seed inside Jeongguk. It feels so warm, so deliciously sweet, that he wishes he could eat himself out just to taste it.
They slide out of each other and fall back on the seats. Cum is spilling out of Jimin and Jeongguk’s asses but he can’t bring himself to give a fuck about it, not when he’s so throughly fucked-out and full. He’s so satisfied and he thinks about how he hadn’t felt that in a while.
“Fuck, that was—” Jeongguk is interrupted.
“Mind-blowing, we know,” Jimin smiles and looks at Taehyung, who looks so pleased and fucked-out too. He mouths a thank you and goes to kiss Jeongguk’s cheek, Taehyung kisses the other and then they peck each other’s lips in front of Jeongguk. “Now take us home pretty boy,” Jimin pats his chest and smiles softly.
Jeongguk hums and feels a little melancholic because deep in his brain and his puffy pink fucked-out hole, he knows he won’t find two more people like Jimin and Taehyung.
And, later, if they decide not to let Jeongguk go afterwards, that’s their thing. If they take him inside their place and fuck on every surface available on the house, that’s their thing. If they then decide to try something else in their relationship, that's their thing.
Well… maybe Jeongguk’s now as well.