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[flora-jimin]

𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 (𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

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Relationships: Namjoon x Hoseok x Yoongi x Reader

Genre(s): Smut, PWP

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: Bed Sharing

Rating: 18+

Tags: Smut, Pwp, Previous poly triad (rapline), Endgame poly relationship (mmmf), Dirty Talk, Cum Sharing, Spanking, 69, Oral

Summary: You’re invited to spend the last week with Bangtan before vacation is over. Of course, a certian someone didn’t get the house with enough rooms, and now it seems you’ll have to share. Sharing is caring, after all. 

Word count: 8.1k Im so sorry

A/n: This is my first ‘y/n’ fic and of course its long as hell omg.

Tag List: @jungkook-me-down, @jinie, @mapofmarisoul, @vallkyr, @canyoucallthiswriting, @hobisbapsae

-x-

“Wait, you invited Y/n over to stay with us and didn’t even make sure there were enough rooms?” Jin inquired, brows furrowed as he watched Namjoon run a hand through his hair. You were seated between Yoongi and Hoseok while the other band members spoke, brows furrowed. 

The vacation for Bangtan was winding down to a close and the boys had all decided to go out together with you before they were back to their hectic lives. The trip to Jeju Island was last minute and impromptu, hence why they could only snag a vacation home with a few rooms too less than they needed. 

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m just happy to be here. We can always just blind pick the rooms like you all did for the Run that one time.” You offered, blinking when a collective lightbulb went off over their heads. 

“Did…did none of you think of that?” You slowly questioned, snickering at the way some of them flushed. You nod in approval, catching Namjoon’s eye as the other boys scurried around, positioning themselves in a circle. 

The dimpled rapper had been your boyfriend for a few months now, and if the blind pick went well, you’d be sharing a room with him alone for the next week. 

“Okay. So, there are eight of us. There are three rooms. If you choose a room, you have to honor however many people pick the room to share afterwards, got it? Once you’re done, write the position of the room on your palm with a marker.” Jimin ran the rules by everyone, bouncing excitedly. You and the others nod, and Jungkook motions for you to go first. 

“M-Me?” 

“Ladie’s first, Y/n. Choose well!” He beamed. You nodded and sent a small look over your shoulder at Namjoon before disappearing down the hall once the others turned their backs so they couldn’t see which direction you turned in. 

The first room was on the smaller side, with windows facing towards the ocean. You wandered in, slightly in awe as you took in the view. There was a TV set up that took up most of the wall space and though you’d love the ocean view, you figured Namjoon would pick a room with more space for him to set up his laptop or work. 

Turning, you moved to the next room, immediately taken by the scent of flowers. This room was definitely the master bedroom of sorts, with the bed being larger and facing the mountain side of the house. You could see it had a good view of the garden in the backyard and without hesitation you knew this would be the one. 

Without needing to see the third room, you hastily wrote ‘middle room’ on your palm before heading back to the living room. You plopped down on the couch, hugging the Mang plushie Hoseok had left behind on the couch as he stood to pick his room. 

One by one, everyone chose their desired rooms. 

“Okay. On the count of three, everyone open their palms, okay?” Tae instructed, clearly excited. You and the others nodded. 

“One, two, three!” 

In union, all of you threw your hands out, opening your palms facing upwards. 

“Hey! We got the same room!” Jungkook cheered, throwing his arms over Jimin and Taehyung. It seemed like the three chose the room facing the ocean, bounding eagerly down the hall after they scrambled to grab their bags from the living room. 

“I brought my PS4!” Jungkook cheered, all but sliding into the room with the other two in tow. 

Jin looked down at his hand, grinning wildly when he found he had a room all to himself. 

“Handsome and lucky~” He whistled, blowing the remaining four a kiss before he strolled down the hall. 

You blinked slowly, looking at the hands around you to find that Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok had all written down ‘middle room’ on your palms. 

“Well that happened.” Hoseok exhaled, unable to keep the laugh from bubbling out of his chest. Namjoon gently rubbed your back as he stood beside you. 

“It may be a tight squeeze, but we’ll make do.” He offered a little bit of positivity as you moved to grab your suitcase. Yoongi and Hoseok nodded, walking ahead as Namjoon gently took your bag. You pouted, tugging on his sleeve. 

“Joon-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. Yoongs and Hobi already know about us, we can relax.” He whispered. You blinked in surprise, lips parting. 

“You told them?”

“Had a late night session with them in Rkive and I mentioned missing my girlfriend.” He admitted, laughing gently as he started carrying both of your luggage. You watched his back for a few moments, feeling your heart flutter for a moment before you hid a smile, shuffling after him. 

In the room, Hoseok was sitting by the window, his leg pulled in close to his chest as he stared out at the sunset. You perk, darting past Yoongi and Namjoon to admire the way the sky and the clouds were bathed in a stunning mixture of oranges and pinks.

“Woah…the sky is so pretty.” You muse, unable to keep the smile off your face. 

Hoseok watched the side of your face out of the corner of his eye before he hummed in agreement, muttering a quiet ‘she sure is’ under his breath undetected. 

-Later-

“Don’t eat so fast, you’re going to get sick!” You scolded as you watched Jungkook and Jin shovel food down their mouths. Yoongi’s lip curled slightly at the sight, moving his plate away when Jin nearly toppled over the sauce bottle reaching for more meat from the pot simmering between the group. 

“She’s right. You’re going to choke or burn your tongue if you keep eating like a bunch of coyotes. No one’s gonna take the damn pot from you.” He added, rolling his eyes as Namjoon leaned down to add more meat and vegetables to the pot once the two ate the last fully cooked piece of meat. 

“We have to hurry! The game DLC drops in 20 minutes!” Jungkook huffed, pointing his chopsticks over in you and Yoongi’s direction. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in mild disbelief while Yoongi leveled him with an unimpressed stare. 

“So you’re telling me you two are trying to gobble down a whole pot of meat and veggies meant for eight people so you can stay up playing video games?” He inquired. Jin nodded from beside Kook, unable to talk as he drank his soju. 

Jimin watched them in amusement while Tae eyed the grilled meat, clearly excited about the second round. Hoseok cracked open a can of sprite, pouring it into one of his glasses before he spoke up. 

“We bought extra meat but you two are going to eat it all before Y/n even gets her share.” He scolded. The two vocalists exchanged a look with one another, frowning when they realized that not many of the others had gotten to eat much. Noticing the immediate guilt that crossed their face, you waved your hands. 

“I-It’s okay, you guys are hungry-” the sound of your stomach cut you off and everyone frowned. 

“Okay, that’s enough meat hogging for you two.” Namjoon declared, grabbing some lettuce and packing some rice in the bottom of it. Before you could protest and say it was okay, Namjon plucked some of the thicker slices of meat off the grill before holding it up to you. You blushed, slightly shy as you leaned closer to him, taking a bite of the wrap to test and see if the meat was too hot. Once you found it was the perfect temperature, you took the rest in one bite, your plump lips brushing against Namjoon’s fingers at the end. 

He must have noticed your subtle flirting, if the blush on his face was anything to go by. 

“You two would make a cute couple.” Yoongi mused idly, making his own lettuce wrap. Namjoon, now flustered, moved to take the meat off the grill, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. You only smiled as you reached for more of the grilled food. 

Later that night, you stood in front of the bed, tapping your foot as you tried to figure out how this was going to work with four of you in one bed. Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing light kisses to the side of your neck. Part of you melted immediately, pressing back against him before remembering that Hoseok and Yoongi were in the room, too. 

“J-Joon!” 

“Don’t worry, we’re not gonna watch you. Unless you’re into that kind of thing.” Yoongi mused, cursing when Hoseok elbowed his side. 

“What, you gonna suggest we join, too?” 

“Again, if she’s into that, why not? We already know Joon-” Whatever he had to say to end that sentence was cut off by Namjoon hurling a pillow in his direction.

“Yah! Quit it, you’re going to make Y/n uncomfortable!” He scolded, pivoting on his heel to get in bed, clearly flustered. You blinked for a moment or two, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened in such a small time frame. 

What was Yoongi going to say? Joon was into…what?

You glanced back at the bed, finding Joon furiously scrolling through his phone, probably looking through his queue of webtoons to catch up on. Shaking off the small curious need you had to press this further, you crawled into bed beside him, scooting so your head was on his chest. Joon smiled, pulling you closer into him as he continued his scrolling. 

You were already drifting to sleep by time Hoseok and Yoongi got up to turn it in for bed. Namjoon said something above you, but it melted into the sound of his heartbeat as you let sleep finally take over.

-2 am-

You tossed and turned, groaning in annoyance as a sudden wave of thirst arose you from a particularly cute dream. Rubbing your eye, you noticed Namjoon absent from your side, and your brows furrowed in confusion, noticing Hoseok was also missing from the bed. 

After rolling out of bed, you slide on Namjoon’s oversized Koya slippers, shuffling your way out into the hall. Namjoon and Hobi could be out for a late night stroll or something of the sort. You just hoped they were being careful out so late.

Idly as you made your way to the kitchen, you wondered if you should slice some apples and wait for them to get back.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone chattering in the kitchen. You slowed your steps, slowly peeking around the corner. 

You found the two men in question, standing near each other as they talked. Normally you’d stroll up and teasingly ask why they were up so late as well, but the intimate closeness and the looks on their faces made you hesitate. Instead you hung back, listening to them.

“You still haven’t asked her?” Hoseok inquired. Namjoon rubbed his neck, looking down at the ground. 

“Things have been so hectic lately and I haven’t gotten to sit down and talk with her.” He answered, his tone clearly disappointed. Your heart sank. 

Was something wrong? 

“Not everyone is down for a poly relationship, Hobi.” He added after a beat of silence. You stared at the two, lips parting as the fractured context of the late night convo started piecing themselves together. Hoseok nodded, reaching out to gently squeeze Namjoon’s arm.

“I know. Yoongs and I aren’t gonna push things if she’s not okay with it. We miss you, though, Joon. And honestly? Y/n is a beautiful woman with an amazing personality. I’d be lying if I said Yoongs and I haven’t talked about it more than once.” He chucked. Namjoon cocked a brow, lifting his head.

“You two were talking about my girlfriend?”

“We’re trying to get you to quit being such a coward and tell her you’re poly. Maybe she’d be our girlfriend.” Hobi fired back, teasingly. Namjoon, seemingly flustered, didn’t seem opposed to the notion.

Your heart skipped a beat and you stepped back, eyes wide.

Yoongi and Hobi? They had been thinking of you in a romantic manner? Since when? And what was all of this about them missing Joon? Had the three of them…?

As you were turning to leave, you ran right into Yoongi’s chest. You almost let out a startled yell, had he not have gently put a hand over your mouth. You stared up at the sleepy eyed rapper and he shook his head. 

“These two really have no hindsight, having this kind of conversation out in the open.” He nodded towards the bedroom. “C'mon, it’ll be a whole mess if they find out we’re here.” He moved his hand from your lips, gently taking your wrist to tug you silently along to bed. 

Once there, he let you go, crawling into bed and giving you a small hum when you hesitated. 

“Before they come back, I’ll fill in the blanks. Hoseok, Namjoon, and I were in a poly relationship. Joon met you and we all decided he could take a break from us and see how things went with you. He wants to tell you he’s poly and see if you’d like to try a relationship with us as a quartet. It’s a lot to take in, but you can rest easy, Hobi and I will respect your decision. Joon cherishes you and your relationship, too. He’s never snuck around or anything behind your back. All of us have respected you, as well as Joon’s wish to take a break from our relationship while he worked this out. Plus we’re not gonna like, push up on you or anything. Unless you’re into that.” He yawned, echoing the same words he said earlier.

They suddenly held a lot more weight.

You heard the other two rappers heading back down the hall and all but dove into bed, eyes closing just enough for you to peek in the darkness as Namjoon and Hoseok walked in. Yoongi bit back the urge to chuckle, humming in faux sleepiness when Hoseok settled in behind him, kissing the nape of his neck. Joon mirrored him, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled your back flush against his chest.

You hoped Namjoon couldn’t tell how much your heart was racing as you did your best to go back to sleep.

-Next Day-

After yesterday’s revelation, you began to notice things here and there that had previously went over your head. 

The way Yoongi felt at home borrowing Namjoon’s clothes, giving himself sweater paws with one of Joon’s Fear of God sweaters as he settled on the couch, immersed in a book as Hoseok rubbed his calves idly, quietly complimenting Yoongi on the muscles that were there. 

Namjoon wasn’t too far behind, squeezed into the end of the couch with Hobi, sharing his phone screen so they could also watch some videos of other bands. Hoseok shifted his attention quickly, his head on Namjoon’s shoulder as they watched. 

They all looked so comfortable.

Biting your lip, you walked over, standing in front of them. 

“I wanna watch, too. That sounds like Dreamcatcher, I love them.” 

“I can lift my legs, Y/n.” Yoongi offered, moving to move his curled legs from beside Hoseok’s hip.

“That’s alright.” You swallow down the butterflies and nervousness, moving to sit down, your bottom on both Namjoon and Hoseok’s thigh, gently taking the phone from Namjoon and holding it between you three. Yoongi watched you in interest, the corner of his lips curling up.

“C-can you see?” You inquired, glancing over your shoulder to look at both Namjoon and Hoseok, biting your lip when you saw how close they were. 

“Not quite. Scoot back a little.” Namjoon instructed, gently pulling your hips back until your back was flush against both of them. You squirmed slightly, heart hammering as both of them settled their chins on your shoulder, breaths ghosting your neck as you shakily resumed the video.

The four of you sat like that for at least an hour or so, enjoying the proximity of one another. With every creeping minute, you found it more apparent that you weren’t really bothered by the idea of Namjoon’s previous relationship with the other two rappers. 

If the thunder of your heart was anything to go by, you were more than comfortable with also getting the same attention.

Before the gravity of that realization could hit you, Jimin came bounding into the living room, startling you all. 

“Hyungs! Y/n! We should do karaoke!” He cheered, seemingly unbothered by the closeness of the four of you. You lowered the phone, tilting your head.

“Karaoke? Where did that come from?” 

“I had to sit up all night while Jungkook played with Jin-hyung and Tae can sleep through a hurricane, I can’t. So tonight, before that happens, I want us all to do some karaoke!” He cheered. You smiled at his energy, sliding out of Hoseok and Namjoon’s lap as you helped Jimin set up the TV and the machine that Jimin had found in one of the closets in the home. 

Namjoon rubbed his neck as he watched you, eyeing the curve of your ass while you bent over to see where the HDMI cable port was located. 

“I didn’t expect her to sit in our lap. She’s making it hard for me to figure out an approach on asking.” He muttered. Yoongi hummed, sitting up to slide nimble fingers over Hoseok’s sweatpants clad leg, giving the outline of his cock a subtle, sneaky squeeze, purring when the younger rapper bit back a groan, sucking in a quick breath through his teeth. 

“I’d say she’s making something hard, alright.” He added, casually taking his hand away from Hoseok’s now throbbing cock when he heard Tae, Jin, and Jungkook loudly making their way over to the living room. 

“Yoongi, that’s just evil.” Hoseok spat, adjusting himself as inconspicuously as he could. Yoongi only hummed coyly, head tilting to the left as you leaned back further, cheering in success when you finally plugged in the machine. 

“It’s in! We can start!” Jimin beamed, clapping eagerly. 

“I wanna go first!”

“Is there Charlie Puth in the bank?”

“Can we sing songs in English and Japanese too?”

You and the vocal line began chattering at once, looking through the list of songs. 

“How about we make it interesting. Whoever gives the worst performance has to do dinner dishes.” Jin offered, a spark in his eye. You immediately frowned, squinting. 

“Isn’t that unfair? Did you forget who you are? How am I supposed to beat the seven of you?” You hissed in clear disapproval. 

“Well you won’t win with that attitude, Y/n. Plus, as long as you have fun, that’s what matters!” Tae cooed, a boxy grin on his face. Your eyes narrowed even more and Namjoon raised his hand. 

“If you do lose, I’ll help with the dishes. Though I doubt you will.” He offered. You smiled softly, feeling at ease once again. 

“Fine. Let’s do it, then.” 

Everyone eagerly looked through the songs after that, with Jungkook and Jimin teaming up to duet one of Khalid’s songs, having the time of their lives. Tae followed close behind them, singing one of Halsey’s songs. From the way he moved his body, you can tell he’d probably listened to it often, coming up with his own choreo for it as he sang. He nearly slipped a few times, leaving you wondering why he tried to dance on a tile floor with socks on. Jin got more than a few laughs as he chose Gain’s Paradise Lost, copying the choreo nearly perfectly. 

“Hyung, how many times have you done this?” Hoseok inquired, clearly impressed by the look on his face. Jin only winked and blew him a kiss in his usual manner. 

“Enough to not have to do dishes. Y/n, you’re up!” He grinned, passing the mic to you.

You shuffled forward, shyly clutching the mic as the familiar sound of Ddaeng filled the living room.

“She’s pandering!” Jimin gasped playfully, unable to move fast enough to dodge the pillow Tae threw his way as he shushed him. 

“Shh! Let her rap!” 

You stuck your tongue out, doing your best to copy the Rap Line as closely as you could, unable to keep yourself from breaking character and laughing when Tae started dancing and rapping along in the background.

Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok mouthing along, and you’d be lying if you said the subtle intensity in their eyes as they watched you wasn’t as terrifying as it was arousing. 

You took a seat once the song ended, smiling and taking the water bottle Jimin offered you as you watched all three of the rappers get up from the couch. 

“The three of you are going to do a song together?” You asked without hesitation. They nodded. 

“We figured we’d wrap this up so we can actually start cooking.” Yoongi mused, checking the time. You glanced at your phone, nodding in agreement when you saw it was already close to seven at night. 

You settled down on the floor with the Vocal Line, knees pulled up to your chest as you waited. Hoseok scrolled down the list of songs in their playlist, eyes sparkling when he found one, pointing at it as he whispered to Namjoon and Yoongi. Namjoon was blushing, but he didn’t look opposed to the idea, while Yoongi only sent him a knowing quirk of the brow. 

“Subtle.” He hummed under his breath as the first notes of the song started. 

You felt your throat run dry, immediately recognizing the song. 

Girl, change into that Victoria’s Secret thing that I like

Alright, okay

Tonight you’re having me your way

Perfume, spray it there

Put our love in the air

Now put me right next to you

Fittin’ to raise the temp in the room

First rub my back like you do

Right there, uh-uh, right there

Uh you touch me like you care

Now stop and let me repay you for the week that you’ve been through

Working that 9-5 and staying cute, like you do oh, oh, oh

You watched, lips parted as Namjoon started singing, his eyes on you as he did so. Hoseok and Yoongi weren’t far behind, improvising a dance with one another as Bangtan’s leader practically serenaded you in front of everyone. Yoongi reached around Joon in a manner way too intimate for a mic pass, his fingers wrapped around Joon’s as he pulled the mic over to his lips, singing the chorus.

I love it, I love it, you love it, you love it

Every time, every time, we touchin’, we touchin’

I want it, I want it, you want it, you want it

I’ll see you, see you, in the morning, in the morning

I wanna put my fingers through your hair

Wrap me up in your legs

And love you till your eyes roll back

I’m tryin’ to put you to bed, bed, bed

I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed

Then I'ma rock your body

Turn you over, love is war, I’m your soldier

Touching you like it’s our first time

Imma put you to bed, bed, bed

Imma put you to bed, bed, bed

Did no one else in the room notice how this was all directed at you? One glance at the others showed they were entertained and immersed in the performance, and not their best friends currently giving you fuck me eyes while singing a song about fucking.

Hoseok, ever the dangerous one, casually took the mic, a far too sweet dimpled smile on his face as he sang. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was singing to you, motioning to you in gentle sweeping motions as he did so.

I’m staring at you while you sleep

You replaced, it for beauty

Put my face up in your neck and breathe (ah breathe)

Take you into my senses

Wake up, it’s time to finish

Round two, It’s round two

Matter of fact, it’s closer to three

D-did he have to motion to the three off them during that last part? You swallowed thickly, unable to decide which one of them to focus on. To be honest, it didn’t matter. At this point, there was an ache between your legs and a flush on your cheeks you were sure people could see a mile away.

The boys continued like this for the entire song, body roles, grinding, and eye contact relentless as they sung, and part of you honestly forgot there were others around. Your mind wandered the longer the song went on. 

Yoongi’s fingers deep inside of you, his lips against your ear, his low voice purring pure filth as he made you fall apart from his hands. Namjoon’s large body pressed against yours, your lips crashed together as he rocked into you, your fingers laced together. Hoseok’s head between your thighs, squeezing your ass and pulling you flush against his lips as he greedily ate you out, dark eyes trained on every twitch of pleasure from your face. All of it rattled through your head along with images of the boys tangled up with one another. Soon, you couldn’t hear the music over the sound of daydream Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi panting and groaning in your ear, accompanied by your own desperate cries and mewls for more-

God, what is happening?!

The sound of clapping cut you out of your daze, and you blinked back to reality as the three Rap Line members set the mic down, only slightly out of breath.

“Okay, so we know who won.” Tae whistled. Everyone nodded in agreement while you gulped down as much water as you could, trying your best not to choke in the process. 

“So as for voting-”

“I’ll just do the dishes.” You said hurriedly, standing up like a shot. All eyes were on you in an instant and you bit back a curse at how obvious you were making it apparent that something was wrong with you. 

“Woah, Y/n…I can see your cheeks all flushed from here. Are you okay? I can do the dishes if you’ve got a fever. Do you want to hold my RJ?” Jin offered, frowning. You waved your hands at him, shooting them all an unconvincing disarming smile.

“I-I’m just a little hot. Go ahead and start dinner, I’m gonna wash my face.” You stuttered though the sentence before darting down the hall, muttering a few curses in your native tongue before you ducked in the bathroom. 

“Get it together, Y/n! What are you doing, girl?” You scold yourself, splashing water on your face. You grip the counter, bowing your head down as you collect yourself. There was a gentle knock that interrupted you, followed by a concerned voice.

“Y/n, are you alright? Do you want me to run to the store and grab some medicine?”

You swung the door open, looking up at Namjoon’s concerned face before you pulled him inside with you closing it back with a little more force than you’d meant to. This did nothing to calm the fears no doubt racing through Namjoon’s head. 

“What-”

“I know about you, Yoongi, and Hobi.” You blurted. Namjoon blinked, brows furrowing for a moment before realization dawned on him moments later. 

“Wait-”

“I overheard last night.” You explained, smoothing your hands down on your pants as you held Joon’s gaze.

“I…I was going to tell you, I swear I’ve never cheated or anything, I would never-”

“I know. Yoongi also woke up last night. He told me everything. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head, Joon.” You stepped closer to him, never breaking eye contact. 

“I never expected something like this, but I’m not opposed to it.” You finally tell him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Namjoon’s hands gravitated towards your hips instantly, surprise clear on his face. 

“Are you serious?”

“I am. I wish you would’ve told me sooner, though. Instead of triple teaming me by singing sexy songs in front of all our best friends.” You teased. Namjoon hummed, a smile finally cracking onto his face. 

“But where’s the fun in that?” He quipped, leaning down for a kiss. You happily kissed him back, giggling against his lips as he pulled you flush against him by your hips. You ran your fingers through his hair, licking at his bottom lip. Namjoon picked you up without warning, drawing a yelp from you as your legs wrapped around his waist. He set you on the counter of the sink, palms at either side of your thighs as he deepened the kiss, a low groan leaving his lips when you teasingly sucked on his tongue. 

You two broke apart after a minute or so of the sloppy kiss, slightly out of breath as you looked into each other’s eyes. 

“We’ll talk to Hobi and Yoongs about all of this in the morning, right?” You inquired. Namjoon nodded, kissing your head before the two of you quickly made your way out into the kitchen. 

“Y/n, are you feeling better?” 

Jimin was the first to notice you one you returned. You cleared your throat, nodding once. 

“Sorry about that. Just got a bit light headed from the summer heat, it seems.” You lied, shuffling into the kitchen further to see what everyone was doing.

Jimin was slicing some strawberries and mangoes, gently dropping them in a bowl while Jungkook and Jin argued over whether the lamb or lobster should be cooked first. Tae was close to Yoongi, reading off the instructions of the pudding mix they bought while Hoseok washed off a rather large radish.  

“Is that for some dongchimi?” You question, smiling when Hoseok nodded.

“I wanted to make something with a warm broth, so you’d feel better if you’re sick.” He grinned, rolling up his sleeves with a tender, yet determined look on his face. You felt your heart flutter for a moment, missing the proud smile on Namjoon’s face as he walked past you to take the spicy squid and pork out of the fridge.

“Can I help? I don’t want to stand around doing nothing.” You said, moving towards Hoseok. He frowned. 

“But…you’re not feeling well.”

“I’d feel better if I was helping.” You countered. 

Hoseok considered contesting the sentiment before he stepped aside, handing the radish to you. You took his place, getting to work cutting while Hoseok moved to dice some scallions. At some point, Jimin peeked over your shoulder, tilting his head. 

“Hey, Y/n? Aren’t they a bit…big? The slices of radish are gonna take up the entire bowl.” He mused. You blinked and looked at the parts you cut, flustered when you realized they were, in fact, much too large for the banchan bowls. Hoseok brushed the sliced scallions into a mixing bowl before he looked over your shoulder, as well. 

“That’s not too bad. Let’s doctor it up.” He hummed, walking behind you. 

“Just relax, if you’re stiff, it’s gonna come out all chunky.” He told you, his breath tickling the back of your neck as he put his hands over yours, guiding you as you both sliced the radish.

You could feel the blush creeping up to your ears at the close proximity and intimacy. Yoongi watched you both out of the corner of his eye, a satisfied look on his face.

You swallowed thickly, noticing every fine detail now that you were so close to Hoseok.

The way his chin brushed against the top of your head as he helped you slice, the light scent of his cologne flooding your senses, the comforting warmth radiating off of his body. 

Were Hobi’s hands always this soft?

“Oooh, are you flirting with Y/n, hyung?” Tae teased, dramatically popping a mango chunk into his mouth as he pointed in your direction. You bolted, nearly cutting your finger, had Hoseok not have tightened his grip on your hand. 

“Keep teasing Y/n and I’ll tell Joon to cut down on how much meat you get today.” Hoseok scolded. Tae gasped, scandalized while Namjoon nodded from the grill he was setting up in the center of the dining room.

“I guess I’ll give all of your pieces to Y/n.“ He sighed, clearly kidding with the threat of less food. Tae still bowed in your direction like a child being scolded. 

“Sorry, Y/n…”

You smiled.

“It’s alright, Taetae. Let’s get back to cooking, I know I’m starving.“ 

Tae agreed, maneuvering around the kitchen to grab everything he needed for the pudding.

Hobi smiled and nodded towards the cutting board. 

“Let’s finish up, then. We have other things to slice.”

-x-

It took around an hour of shuffling around in the kitchen, hands brushing against your waist, Namjoon scolding the other boys for stealing food, and the usual chaos that came with cooking with Bangtan before dinner was done. 

You squeezed yourself into a seat between Namjoon and Hoseok, digging in with the members cheerfully. It didn’t escape you how the boys had tactfully given you more food during dinner. You even took some initiative, reaching over the table to feed Yoongi a lettuce wrap.

You definitely noticed the way his tongue ran over the tips of your fingers as he took his bite, and part of you wondered if this was how flustered Namjoon was when you did the same to him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a small rose made out of sliced radish that seemingly appeared after Hoseok sat beside you. With a small smile, you admired it as you ate dinner.

Once everyone was full and satisfied, Namjoon hung back, as promised, to help you with dishes. He playfully bumped your arm with his a few times as you worked side by side. You sent him a playful glare, hip checking him while you put the plates away. 

Together, you finished them in no time, sharing a few kisses like two reckless teens before heading back to the room to watch some movies before bed. Tomorrow, you’d definitely talk with Hoseok and Yoongi about this relationship and where it was headed. 

-x-

Something shuffling beside you woke you up in the early hours of the morning, and part of you wondered why you couldn’t just a good night’s sleep without waking up mid way. The shuffling continued, followed by a sharp inhale and the telltale sound of kissing. 

Curious, you cracked your eyes open, squinting in the darkness to figure out what all that movement was. 

You got your answer when you heard the undeniable sound of a muffled moan. You could see Yoongi kissing and nibbling up the side of Hoseok’s neck, whispering something to him in a low, hushed tone. Hoseok shuddered, gripping Yoongi’s arm, and it was then that you noticed the fuller picture. 

Yoongi had pressed himself close to Hoseok’s back, a small, devious smile playing at the corner of his lips as he lazily stroked Hoseok’s cock through the loose sweatpants he was wearing earlier.

“You gotta keep quiet, Hobi. You’re gonna wake up Y/n and Namjoon.” Yoongi purred, though he didn’t seem even remotely close to stopping. Hoseok bit back a curse, blunt nails raking down Yoongi’s arm as he thrusted into his hand. 

“N-no one told you to start jacking me off, Yoongi.” He growled out, huffing out a low growl when Yoongi responded by rolling his thumb over the head of his cock, enjoying the opportunity to further tease him.

You bit your lip, squirming as you watched the subtle way Hoseok’s scolding melted away until he was gasping and whining in Yoongi’s ear, pleading for him to keep going. As your body heated up, you felt something firm nudging your ass, making your face ignite more when a low, groggy growl sounded off from above your head. 

“You’re gonna wake Y/n.” He scolded, but you could tell he was more than enjoying the show. 

“I…I’ve been awake.” Your voice cut through the sound of Hoseok’s moans and Yoongi muttered a startled ‘fuck’, stilling completely. 

“Oh my god. Y/n, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” Yoongi pulled back, and you could see the embarrassed flush on his face. Hoseok sent him a pointed look, clearly frustrated his release was yanked away so suddenly. 

“It’s okay.” You cut off his rambling, looking back at Namjoon. He noticed the way your eyes darkened in the moonlight streaming in through the window and only quirked his lips, nodding in their direction. 

“We did say we’d work things out in the morning. It is technically morning.” He mused. 

Smiling deviously, you turned your attention back to the other two confused rappers. You got on your hands and knees, moving to straddle Hoseok, unable to hold back the laugh that left your lips as he looked up at you with wide eyes. 

“What’s wrong? You woke me up, aren’t you gonna put me back to bed? Isn’t that what you sang to me earlier?” You teased, rolling your hips down. Hoseok grunted, his hands immediately moving to your hips as you continued grinding on him, sighing at the slight relief you got when you felt the thick outline of his cock rubbing against you with every grind. 

“F-fuck…are we dreaming, Yoongs?” Hoseok shuddered, sitting up so he could press a kiss to the side of your neck. Yoongi having crawled behind you, leaned down to nip at the free side of your neck, drawing a gasp and a whimper from you. 

“Don’t think so.” Was the low growl of a response. You cupped Hoseok’s cheeks, leaning down to kiss him. Normally you would be tentative and shy, especially kissing someone who was just a close friend less than 24 hours ago, but the ache between your legs and the sound of Yoongi and Namjoon kissing behind you was enough for you to throw whatever hesitation you had away instantly. 

Hoseok didn’t seem to mind, his large hands dipping into your pj shorts, squeezing your ass firmly as he rolled his hips up. You whimpered against his lips, rubbing your breasts against his chest as he moved your hips. Your clothes were getting much too stuffy too fast, and Hoseok must have agreed, if the subtle tug at your shorts was anything to go by. 

“Are you okay with going further?” He questioned once he broke your kiss, his lips damp. You nodded, glancing over your shoulder when you heard Namjoon cursing. Yoongi’s head had disappeared between his thighs, and you couldn’t help the pout and challenging sway of your hips as you looked back at Hoseok. 

“We should have more fun, too.” 

Satisfied with your eager response, Hoseok ran his hands up your shirt, tossing it to the side once you lifted your arms. You did the same with him, gasping in surprise when he lifted your lower body with one arm, sliding your shorts and panties down past your ass in one fluid motion. You wiggled your hips, discarding them in the same manner. 

It surely would be interesting finding all your scattered clothes in the morning. 

You pulled Hoseok’s sweatpants down, nearly salivating at how thick he was. Without thinking twice, you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly as your tongue flicked out, catching the bead of precum that nearly rolled down his head. Hoseok growled in response, his dark eyes holding your gaze as you made a show out of kissing the tip of his cock, with each kiss lingering longer until you have him a teasing suck, rolling your tongue over one of the veins you noticed. He shuddered, hips tensing before he bit his lip. 

“You wanna suck my cock?”

“I am down here, sucking your cock, am I not?” You shot back sassily, a jolt of electricity running through you when you saw the way his jaw clenched. 

“Turn around. If you’re gonna gag on my cock, I should at least be able to taste that pussy while you do, right? C’mon, move that ass for me baby girl.” Hoseok ordered. The authoritative tone in his voice and the low drip of lust in his tone made you move much quicker, turning eagerly for him. 

You hardly had any time to get your mouth back on Hoseok’s cock before he grabbed your ass again, pulling you down until your pussy was right in his face, his tongue flicking out to give you long licks. You gasped, gripping his thighs, hips involuntarily rolling down for more. Hoseok chuckled, his nails digging into the flesh of your ass even more. 

“Almost creamed your panties from grinding on me and now you wanna ride my face, baby girl? Do you want it that bad?”

“H-Hoseok, ah…stop teasing her and eat her out already.” Yoongi scolded, drawing your attention back to him and Namjoon. Joon had sat Yoongi in his lap, spreading the pale rapper’s legs as he stretched him open with his long fingers, a bottle of lube off to the side of Namjoon’s hip. He was sucking hickies into Yoongi’s shoulder, watching you and Hoseok with such an intense look, it made you sudder in Hoseok’s grip. 

Hoseok obliged, his tongue rolling over your clit a few times before drifting lower, curling as it slid into your pussy. You mewled, taking hold of Hoseok’s girthy cock once more, deciding to forgo the teasing from before as you tested to see how far you could take him. 

Your lips stretched around him, stroking whatever you couldn’t comfortably fit. Hoseok groaned against your pussy, slapping your ass once you started bobbing your head. You whimpered, clenching slightly around his tongue. Namjoon perked from his spot near Yoongi, grinning devilishly. 

“Spank her, Hoseok. She loves it.” He instructed. You looked over at him, drool running down your chin once Hoseok started thrusting up into your mouth. Almost as soon as Namjoon told him, Hoseok’s large palm cracked against your ass, drawing a whine and a gasp as the sting sent a pleasurable shock throughout your body. Namjoon, satisfied after pulling his fingers from Yoongi’s slicked hole, lifted his hips, kissing the back of his neck as the Daegu rapper eased down on his cock. 

Yoongi groaned, fists clenching as he stretched around him. 

“G-god damn, it’s been a while, Joon.” Yoongi sighed, rolling his hips to adjust to the stretch. You moaned around Hobi’s cock, your free hand cupping his balls, rolling them in your palm as you eased more of his cock down your throat. 

“H-Holy fuck, Y/n.” Hoseok hissed, running his nails down your ass, leaving you with a pleasurable burn. You shuddered, feeling close to cumming. From the way Hoseok’s balls drew up in your palm, you could tell he was close, too.

A few more minutes of you drooling over his cock while riding his face and Hoseok was growling against you once more, squeezing your ass hard as he raised his hips, cumming with a low, drawn out groan. You mewled against his cock, feeling him fill your mouth. You whimpered, thighs slightly clenching around Hoseok’s head as you came yourself, literally riding your orgasm out as you rutted against his lips. Hoseok shuddered, giving your ass soothing caresses as you eased off of his cock. 

Eyes half lidded, you crawled over to Yoongi, who was nearly incomprehensible as he rode Namjoon, his eyes closed as his head rolled back onto Joon’s shoulder. While on your knees, you shuffled over to him, cupping his cheeks and waiting until he cracked open his lust blown eyes to look at you. You stuck your tongue out, showing him how you still had Hoseok’s cum in your mouth and he instantly knew what you were prompting him to do, leaning down to mold your lips together. His tongue instantly slid into your mouth, greedily sharing Hoseok’s cum as he dominated your mouth. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Namjoon growled, snapping his hips up harder at the sight. Yoongi’s voice cracked against your lips and you took over the kiss, running your fingers through his silky, slightly damp hair. Yoongi reached around, spreading your cheeks, and the warmth behind you was a pleasant reminder that Hoseok still had more energy. He slid his cock between your legs, kissing the top of your head as he pushed into your tight pussy slowly. 

“O-Oh my fucking god” You gasped, nearly biting Yoongi’s lip as Hoseok’s girth pushed into you. Hoseok kissed your head once more, holding your wrists back as he pushed in until his hips were flush against your ass. 

“He feel good baby girl? You excited to be stuffed?” Namjoon purred, reaching around to stroke Yoongi’s cock as he watched the way your face changed once Hoseok started moving. It made his cock throb harder while inside of Yoongi. 

“Y-Yes, oh my god yes!” You cried out, eyes rolling slightly as Hoseok started rocking into you with deep, hard thrusts. The only thing keeping you up was Hobi’s grip on your wrists. Your moans were shaky and loud, and the only thing that brought your volume down was Yoongi lacing his fingers in your hair, pulling you into a hard kiss. Whether it was to keep you from waking the others, or just because he wanted to claim your lips again didn’t matter.

The bed creaked in protest as the four of you fucked. At some point, Hoseok let your wrists go, chuckling darkly when your upper body slumped into the sheets, literally face down, ass up as he fucked you. 

“God, your pussy is just swallowing my cock, baby.” Hoseok growled, giving your ass another firm slap. You whined, looking up and biting your lip when you saw Yoongi’s cock bobbing in your face as Namjoon fucked him. 

You pushed yourself up to your elbows, leaning over to take Yoongi in your mouth, tilting your head and looking up at him through your lashes when his wide-eyed gaze flew down to you. 

“Fuck, no no, I’m gonna cum if you-”

You slid further on his cock, shaking your hips for Hoseok as his thrusts curled up just right. You ignored Yoongi’s breathless pleas, the sound of Namjoon and Hobi’s voice encouraging you as you bobbed your head. You moaned and mewled with every thrust, the pleasure running through every inch of your body like electricity as you edged closer and closer to the edge. 

“C’mon, throw that ass back for him baby, I can tell you’re close.” Namjoon instructed. You mewled, obediently spreading your legs further to move back, fucking yourself on Hoseok’s cock as you rolled your tongue along the underside of Yoongi’s cock. 

Namjoon was the first to cum minutes after that, his grip on Yoongi’s hips near bruising as he held him in place. A long, shuddering growl left his lips. You came not to far after him, nearly at the same time as Yoongi as thick ropes of cum landed on your tongue. You swallowed every drop, still teasingly sucking him after he had finished to make sure he was fully satiated. His hand in your hair was enough to draw you off of him. Hoseok came last, pulling out and groaning as he came over the curve of your ass. 

“Hoseok, did you just cum on her ass?” Yoongi inquired, arching a brow.

“I didn’t wanna be rude and cum inside of her!” Hoseok snipped back. You smiled lazily, shaking your ass. 

“It’s fine. Maybe next time Joonie can show you two how much I enjoy being stuffed.” You tease. The three stare at you for a moment before Namjoon shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. 

“God, I love her.” 

You all exchange smiles and small pecks, taking turns showering off. Namjoon took the liberty of changing the sheets, beckoning you over once you all were showered and dried off. You crawled back into bed, kissing his cheek while Yoongi slid in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You figured Hoseok was somewhere behind you and you smiled, settling in with a smile on your face, the pull of sleep taking you not too long afterwards. 

[here4theheartbreak]

Sleeping Beauty

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Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Jin x Jungkook x Namjoon x Taehyung x Yoongi (ot7)

Genre(s): smut, PWP Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: Taehyung

Tags: smut, pwp, gangbang, somnophilia, consensual somnophilia, bareback, multiple partners, dirty talk, established relationship, bottom!Taehyung, switch!Jungkook, implied switch!Jin, switch!Jimin, top!Hoseok, top!Namjoon, top!Yoongi

Summary: Taehyung has a secret fantasy that he can’t wait to have his boyfriends fulfill.

Word Count: ~2.6k

The text was simple and clear. ‘Our calendar is free tonight and tomorrow. Make my wish come true.’

Each member received it, and each member knew exactly what Taehyung meant.

He sat the group down and explained a few months earlier a kink that he’d been hiding from them. A secret fantasy he wanted to share and gauge their reaction on. Taehyung wanted to be fucked by everyone. His whole group, every single boyfriend buried deep and using him. But not just that. He wanted to be fast asleep when it was happening.

The group had asked questions, specifics, even hammered out rules and plans. The final step was Taehyung giving the okay. And here it was.

Immediately the members jumped onto a separate chat not including Taehyung. He wanted the anonymity of it, not knowing what order or what the plan was. The six planned and schemed throughout the day, the promise of what was going to happen a pleasant knot in each of their stomachs.

Yoongi and Jin were cuddled in bed, lazily making out when they got the first text from Jungkook.

‘He’s ready.’

They both scrambled into Taehyung’s room. Jungkook stood in just his boxers next to Taehyung’s bed, a few cameras carefully set up to film it for Taehyung to watch later.

Taehyung himself was on his stomach on the bed, shirtless and arms snuggled around a pillow and face the perfect picture of relaxation.

“He’s out out?” Jin clarified, palming himself through his jeans.

“Oh yeah. Slapped his ass and pulled his hair trying to wake him, all he did was shift.”

Yoongi chuckled. “How many times did you use him?”

“Just once, like promised,” Jungkook said. He stuck his tongue out playfully. “Everyone gets a turn before seconds. He’s already so loose and wet though, he squirted like half a bottle of lube up his ass.”

“Good. He’s ready for us then.” Jin said. He stripped out of his clothes and pulled the blanket off Taehyung’s middle. His legs were slightly spread, a thin dribble of of come and lube already running down his balls.

“Goddamn.” He pushed Taehyung’s legs open further and added lube to his cock. Jungkook held out a cell phone.

“Film yourself pushing in for the first time. I want those shots for all of us.”

“You do, Mr. Filmmaker.” Jin teased. He let Jungkook get the phone ready before beginning to push in, groaning low in his throat. Taehyung’s ass was just relaxed enough to let him in, the lube and preparation helping, still, it was warm and snug around his cock as he slid deeper.

“This is gonna be fun,” he mumbled, pulling out to snap his hips forward experimentally. Taehyung didn’t move.

Yoongi stepped forward, shedding his sweats and stroking his hard cock. He slid the tip over Taehyung’s soft, plush mouth. Taehyung licked his lips, his tongue swiping over Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi groaned. He hooked his thumb over Taehyung’s bottom teeth, carefully pulling open and holding Taehyung’s mouth. He slid his cock in, beginning to thrust gently. Jungkook whined, struggling to hold the camera steady as he filmed.

“Does it feel good, hyung?” He asked. Yoongi nodded.

“Warm... Relaxed... He’s barely gagging and I’m hitting his throat.” He began to pump his hips a little quicker, stopping only when Taehyung drew in a wet breath and shifted, trying to close his mouth. He let his cock slip out and began to stroke it again, watching Jin.

Jin had picked up a quick pace, holding Taehyung open to watch his cock disappear inside him.

“You’re so wet and perfect now, I can’t imagine how amazing you’ll feel in the morning.” he panted, glancing over at one of the cameras.

“You’re gonna make me come, Taehyungie... Even sleeping I can’t get enough of your ass.” He began to thrust harder, their skin slapping together as he fucked as deep into him as he could.

“That’s it... Come on, hyung,” Jungkook coaxed. He was on his knees, stroking Yoongi’s cock gently as they watched.

Jin threw his head back, giving one sharp cry as he went still, cock buried deep inside Taehyung. He shuddered gently, shoulders slumping as he came.

Jin met Yoongi’s gaze and smirked. “Ready?”

“Of course.”

Jin grabbed a spare pillow and folded it, using it to angle Taehyung’s hips up. He pulled out carefully, squeezing Taehyung’s ass for a moment and giving a playful shake. “There. This way he won’t lose what we give him so quick. He might be able to take more without leaking as much.” He rose on shaky legs, settling into the chair in the corner. Jungkook went over to him and kissed him. “Smart.”

“Well thank you,” Jin cooed. “Go film Yoongi.”

Jungkook obeyed, helping Yoongi slick his cock before angling the phone camera to capture the first push into Taehyung’s already swollen hole.

He shifted, laying over Taehyung. He twisted his hips, grinding deep inside him rather than fucking him with long thrusts like Jin had done.

Jungkook whined. “God I love when he does that,” he mumbled, going back to Jin. Jin pulled his boxers down and pulled Jungkook onto his lap. He kissed him lazily, still looking over at Yoongi. His hand traced down Jungkook’s spine. Pulling back, spat in his hand and pressed it to Jungkook’s ass before slipping two fingers into his hole.

Jungkook squeaked, leaning against him as Jin began to finger him.

“Once I recover I’ll have you keep my cock nice and hard, hm?”

“Just don’t come in me. I promised Taehyungie-hyung he’d get every drop we could give tonight.”

“Of course. Text the next one.” He settled into the chair more, pumping his fingers into Jungkook’s ass as he watched Yoongi finally begin to thrust shallowly into Taehyung. Yoongi’s cock was thick and veined, and had stretched almost all of the vocal line as wide as they could go at one point or the other. Jin knew Taehyung would be whining and thrashing if he was awake, Yoongi’s cock opening him up in the best ways.

Yoongi grunted softly on each thrust, his hair hanging over his eyes. His bitten short nails were biting into Taehyung’s shoulders. He began to use them for leverage, beginning to let loose. His cock slipped free every few thrusts, the wet squelch of Taehyung’s used hole adding to the squeak of the bed.

The door opened and Jimin slipped inside, his hand immediately going to the front of his sweats when he saw what was happening.

Yoongi winked over at Jimin.

“Hey baby. Like what you see?”

Jimin nodded, wetting his lips.

“Come kiss me.”

Jimin obeyed, crawling onto the bed next to Taehyung and kissing Yoongi hard. He reached between Yoongi’s legs and began to squeeze his balls, smirking a little. “Mm... You’re close.”

“Damn right... Show me.”

Jimin stripped out of his clothes. He crawled back onto the bed on his hands and knees and turned so his ass was facing Yoongi.

Yoongi slowed his thrusts and push Jimin open. He grabbed the small metal plug and pulled, moaning audibly at the lube slicked gape it revealed.

Jungkook circled around, filming with the cell phone. Jimin smiled back at him. “Namjoon-hyung and Hobi-hyung got bored waiting so they fucked me... At the same time. No come though, they were saving it for Taehyungie. Oh!” He looked back. Jungkook panned the camera, catching Yoongi holding Jimin wide. His tongue was thrusting in and out as he ate him out, hips still snapping forward against Taehyung’s ass.

Jimin leaned forward, kissing Taehyung’s sleeping lips.

“I haven’t come in two days, Tae. I’m gonna drain every drop into you tonight, I promise,” he whispered.

Yoongi hissed, glancing back. Jin was gently squeezing his balls, stroking his own cock as he did.

“Gonna help me come?” Yoongi teased.

“Keep eating Jimin’s ass... I want to watch Jungkookie fuck it.”

Jimin whined, looking back with wide, dark eyes.

Yoongi obeyed, forcing Jimin wider with his thumbs. He spat against his hole before pointing his tongue and driving it in. At the same time, he began to fuck into Taehyung harder, chasing his orgasm. He pulled back from Jimin to groan as he came, shuddering through his orgasm.

Jimin rose on shaky legs and took Yoongi’s spot, kissing him gently. Yoongi stretched out next to Taehyung, eyes half closed as he watched.

Jungkook filmed Jimin’s gentle entrance, both of them moaning when come dribbled from his hole. He passed the phone to Yoongi and slicked his cock, pushing into Jimin. The two worked together to fuck into Taehyung, moaning softly.

Jin glanced at Yoongi and smirked. He put his finger to his lips in a Shh motion. As quietly as he could, he slicked his cock and stepped behind Jungkook.

Without warning, Jin slammed inside Jungkook, forcing him deep into a Jimin and Jimin deep into Taehyung.

Jimin and Jungkook both screamed, surprised. Jin began to fuck into Jungkook hard, encouraging the other two to keep up. Yoongi filmed with a smirk, sending a quick text to the other two.

“Please, you’re gonna make me come,” Jungkook whined.

“Don’t you dare. Taehyung would be so sad,” Yoongi teased.

“Fuck me harder!” Jimin snarled, driving hard and deep into Taehyung’s ass.

The door opened and Namjoon chuckled.

“My, what an orgy.”

“Who’s gone?” Hoseok asked. The two were already naked and hard, and Hoseok’s cock was wet with spit or lube.

“All but Jimin,” Yoongi said. “Jin-hyung and Jungkook are just getting ready for round two.”

Jimin shouted happily when Jungkook changed angles.

Hoseok crawled onto the bed, stroking over Taehyung’s back.

“Suck me, Jimin.”

Jimin obeyed. He leaned down, letting Hoseok slide his cock into his mouth. Namjoon circled around the group and crouched next to Yoongi, sharing a soft kiss. “How does he feel?”

“He’s already so loose. You’re gonna love it,” Yoongi said.

Jimin screamed around Hoseok’s cock as he came, his hips jerking wildly. Jin and Jungkook both backed up, cocks an angry red with the need to come. Namjoon rose, helping Jimin back up so he wouldn’t fall. He settled him into the chair and sank to his knees, sucking and nuzzling his come slick, spent cock.

Hoseok was next. He wasted no time driving into Taehyung’s ass, groaning happily. “What a mess,” he scolded playfully, winking at a camera. “How many does he have in him?”

“You’re number five, Namjoon’s six,” Jin said.

“Fitting I haven’t come for five days then.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened. “What? Why not?”

“Been busy.”

“Baby.” Jin leaned forward, kissing his mouth. “Don’t do that. You know we’ll help.”

“I know. But I had a feeling we’d have something fun this weekend because of no schedule. I’m glad I saved it up... Jin-hyung, lemme play with your ass.”

“Jungkookie is looser,” Jin commented. He rolled onto his knees and elbows, cuddling up to Taehyung and baring his ass for Hoseok.

“I want it tight,” Hoseok said. He continued to pump into Taehyung even as he spat on Jin’s hole. He slipped his first finger in, teasing and tugging. His brows furrowed, tongue jutting out as he played with Jin’s ass. Jin whined softly, gazing at Taehyung’s face. Despite everything happening to his body, he had on a gentle, peaceful smile, still hugging his pillow tightly.

Namjoon moved back over to where Yoongi had stretched out. He slid his cock into Yoongi’s mouth, watching Hoseok pound into Taehyung. Yoongi stroked his own cock, his eyes closed as he licked and sucked at Namjoon’s cock.

Jungkook was still filming, neglecting his own arousal for the best shots. “I wonder if Taehyung’s come in his sleep,” Hoseok panted. Jin slid his hand carefully under Taehyung’s middle, smirking.

“There’s cum on the sheet... And he’s hard. “Fuck him, Hobi. Fuck the come right out of our sweet, sleeping beauty.”

Hoseok groaned and nodded, picking up his pace. He managed to get three fingers into Jin’s ass before his orgasm hit. He continued to thrust into Taehyung, crooking his fingers against Jin’s prostate as he came. Jin squeaked against the mattress, his own cock twitching dangerously and dribbling precome.

Namjoon pulled his cock from Yoongi’s warm mouth, kissing him as thanks before taking Hoseok’s spot.

“How does it feel?” Jungkook asked when Namjoon began to thrust.

“Wet... Just so wet.. And loose but.. God he’s swollen and it’s tight in the weirdest places. It’s perfect.” He looked at one of the cameras. “You’re perfect, Tae.”

“Come in him. Fill him up, make his dream come true,” Jimin mumbled from the chair. He was cuddled up with Hoseok, nearly asleep but desperate to watch the final member.

Namjoon went silent, jaw set as he pumped into Taehyung. The other members went still, focused. Sure, they’d all fucked Taehyung before, they’d all fucked each other at some point in the years. But this felt different. This was Taehyung’s one major kink, his secret that he shared, and they were about to make it come true.

Sweat ran down Namjoon’s temple. The bed creaked and Taehyung sighed in his sleep. His ass squelched every thrust, rim lined with come and lube.

“I’m—“ Namjoon grunted in warning. Everyone sat up further, watching.

Namjoon drove in twice and went still, moaning Taehyung’s name.

The group cheered, high diving and laughing like they’d just won a sports game. Namjoon slumped down, pulling out. Come followed his path in a lazy dribble.

Quickly Jungkook took his place, scooping what he could up and slipping just his tip in to prevent any more come escaping.

“Anyone else that needs to come, just the tip - He’s too full to fuck without making a giant mess.”

“I’m surprised we made it this far,” Yoongi admitted, jerking himself off. Jungkook began to stroke his own cock, keeping his tip firmly buried in Taehyung.

Jin went up behind him, sliding his cock into Jungkook’s ass and thrusting lazily.

“Oh, that helps,” Jungkook admitted. He braced his arms on either side of Taehyung, letting Jin use his hole.

“More, just a little more,” he pleaded, wiping sweat from his brow.

Jin pulled out and Yoongi took his place, fucking into Jungkook hard and deep. Jungkook screamed, his cock twitching as he came, adding to their mess inside Taehyung.

Jin and Yoongi exchanged a glance as Yoongi pulled out of Jungkook.

“Wanna?” Jin asked.

Yoongi nodded.

“What?” Hoseok asked from the chair.

“We’re both putting it in,” Yoongi said. Jungkook pulled out and Yoongi took his place, catching the dribble of come and pushing it back in before pushing his tip in. He pushed Taehyung’s legs wider and Jin settled in, angling his cock down. Namjoon took the camera, filming as steadily as he could. Jin gently began to work the tip in next to Yoongi’s, gasping when it slid in. They jerked off together, mouths meeting in a sloppy kiss as Taehyung’s body flexed involuntarily around them.

Jin came first, but Yoongi was right on the heels of his orgasm, their moans swallowed by one another’s mouths.

Jungkook grabbed the plug Taehyung had set on the bedside stand, pushing it into his swollen, used ass as soon as the two slipped free.

He went around, shutting down the cameras as the other five shared gentle kisses and hugs. Hoseok and Jimin departed first, heading to their room. Yoongi and Jin next, after helping clean up what they could. Jungkook and Namjoon stayed, snuggling up to Taehyung.

Namjoon stroked back his hair gently as sleep began to crowd his mind.

“Hope you like what we did, baby,” he whispered to the sleeping Taehyung. “We love you so much.” He pressed a kiss to his mouth before letting sleep take over.

[here4theheartbreak]

Vacation Heat (OT7 abo)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Jin x Jungkook x Namjoon x Taehyung x Yoongi (ot7) Genre(s): smut

Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Hair Pulling

Tags: smut, pwp, ABO verse, omegaverse, heats, knotting, ruts, slick, dirty talk, established relationship, group sex, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, rough sex, hair pulling, oral sex, bareback, omega!Jin, omega!Jimin, omega!Jungkook, omega!Taehyung, Alpha!Namjoon, Alpha!Yoongi, Alpha!Hoseok, bottom!Jin, bottom!Taehyung, top!Jimin, top!Hoseok, top!Yoongi, switch!Namjoon, switch!Jungkook

Summary: Jin is in heat and needs a little help. Unfortunately his heat triggers those of his lovers, requiring a little more help than planned. Word Count: ~3.3k

A/N: Fulfills 2 requests I got (forever ago – thanks for being patient). One was ABO with omega!Jin going into heat and some of the others help him out. The second was omega!vocal line, one in heat and the other three helping to have their own heats triggered, and needing help from the Alphas of the group.

A/N2: This is a somewhat subverted and altered omegaverse than what a lot of you might be used to for mxm fiction. Though some traditional bits remained – heats, knots, etc. I have twisted or removed some of the other ‘traditional’ bits (mpreg, sex crazed, submissive omegas, etc). Because some of these elements have always made me itch (even though I did spend a good year or so writing this trope for another fandom), I took this as an opportunity to try to alter some of those things while still staying true to what ABO was at its core. I hope it’s still enjoyable to those of you that read it! And if you’re curious about the rules in this newish ‘verse I put together, feel free to ask! I’ve got a whole mess of rules and traits written up just in case I ever decide to or get asked to write ABO again.

Jin groaned, burrowing his head further under the blanket when the door opened.

“Hyung?” Jungkook’s voice was gentle. Jin groaned again.

“It hit you hard, huh? I knew it was a bad idea to take you off the pills.”

Jungkook crawled into the bed. He placed a cool pack against Jin’s flushed neck, and a warm one on his side.

“I hate this. I’d forgotten what a bitch this was.”

“How can I help?”

“You know you can’t.” Jin huffed.

“Well... I could order some food. Jimin-hyung and Taehyungie-hyung are almost home too... We could try to help.”

Jin smiled against his arm. “Help me? Or are you just a horny too?” He teased. Jungkook laughed, nuzzling Jin’s shoulder.

“Both. Could help though.” Jungkook began to massage Jin’s tense back muscles.

Jin groaned softly, rolling more into his stomach to let Jungkook work. Jungkook slid his hands over Jin’s lower back. Jin whined in response.

Though heats weren’t too intense for an omega not on medication, omega idols were required to take hormone restricting medications most of their careers. Once every three years they were removed from the medication to allow their heats. A month off every three years was far preferred in the life to a week off every three months. And with the medications it could be controlled to align with time off already scheduled. Idols in the past had had entire comebacks ruined because of uncontrolled heats.

It was vacation for Bangtan, which meant their four omegas were taken off their medication and nature allowed to run its course.

Unfortunately, Jin had opted to remain on his medication both times the others had gone off theirs, wanting to use the vacation time to practice, and to be sure he was in the right mindset if they needed him. Which only meant this heat was nearly triple the intensity.

So there he was, curled up in bed with body aches from hell and a desperate need for an orgasm that he just couldn’t manage to get to himself.

Jungkook’s hands were firm and steady working his muscles loose and warming his body. His fingers brushed over the waistband of Jin’s boxers. When Jin said nothing, Jungkook pushed them down, exposing the swell of his ass. He squeezed Jin’s ass gently before spreading him open. “You’ve been trying, huh?” He asked, brushing his thumb over Jin’s swollen, wet rim. Jin whimpered, nodding.

“Why are you so stubborn? You know we’d help.”

“Your heats haven’t started yet.”

“So? We don’t have to be on it to make love to you. Lemme try to help.”

Jin nodded, too sore to resist, not that he wanted to. It wasn’t that heats with no sex were particularly dangerous. Sex just helped relax some of the muscles that were constantly cramping, and soothe some of the aches that came up. And at this point Jin would be desperate enough to try anything, even if he and Jungkook weren’t already dating.

Jungkook pushed two fingers in easily, scissoring them and rubbing gently over Jin’s swollen prostate. Jin whined again, shuddering. “Don’t tease, I’m loose enough.”

“I’m not. Relax. I just had to be sure.” Jungkook leaned over, kissing along Jin’s back and shoulders. He undid his pants and kicked them off, stroking himself to full hardness.

“Ready?”

Jin nodded, hugging the pillow under his head and chest. He pushed his ass back, another shiver racing through him when Jungkook’s thick cock bumped against his hole.

“Please,” he whispered.

“Shh... I got you, hyung.” Jungkook pressed in, sighing contentedly at the warm, wet tightness of Jin’s ass. Jin moaned happily, twisting his hips back immediately to begin getting stimulation. Jungkook laughed.

“You’re so eager.”

“Jerking off didn’t help,” Jin admitted. “Using toys didn’t help. I’m desperate.”

“I know. Just take it easy. I’ll take care of you, hyung.”

Jin’s toes curled against the bed when Jungkook picked up a quick pace. His teeth grazed Jin’s shoulder.

“Taking my cock so well, hyung... Loosening up. You gonna let me fill up your ass, hm?”

Jin shouted his name, working his hips back desperately. He begged Jungkook to go faster and harder. He reached back, grabbing for Jungkook. He found the back of his neck, burying his fingers in his shaggy hair and tugging softly. Jungkook shouted, increasing the speed of his thrusts with every tug.

Jin could feel his cock twitching and throbbing, his orgasm washing over him like a warm wave.

Jungkook laughed shakily against his shoulder. “Already coming on my cock? Let’s wring a few more out of you, hm?”

Jin nodded. He spread his legs wider, hoping Jungkook could get deeper inside him.

The room was filled with the dirty sounds of their fucking. The whimpers and cries from Jin, desperate grunts and moans from Jungkook. The bed’s squeaks and groans and the wet squelch of Jin’s ass every time Jungkook drove in added to the pornographic cacophony.

Jin lost count of the number of times he came on Jungkook’s cock, spilling onto the bed underneath him. The only benefit of heat, he supposed, was unlimited orgasms for omegas. Refractory periods were a thing for off season sex, as was any reasonable amount of come.

Jungkook began to lose pace, his thrusts becoming more erratic. His teeth found purchase on Jin’s shoulder and he shouted as he bit down, his cock throbbing inside Jin.

Jin moaned contentedly, but scowled. There weren’t nearly as many throbs as expected... And Jungkook was showing no signs of softening. He shifted as well as he could pinned under his lover, and sniffed the air.

“Oh, JK,” he whispered. Jungkook unclamped his teeth and whimpered, beginning to thrust again.

“I think I just... I think it started. I’m not supposed to be in heat,” he whined. “I didn’t— It wasn’t supposed to be for a few days.”

“I know baby. Just keep going, come on,” Jin urged. Two omegas in heat certainly wouldn’t actually solve either of their aches and needs, but every little bit helped.

Jin shifted, holding onto Jungkook as well as he could manage. He heard the door to their dorm open and called for Jimin and Taehyung. They hurried in, immediately stopping when they saw the state of their boyfriends.

“He went into heat early,” Jin panted.

Taehyung and Jimin shared a glance before jumping into action. Taehyung stripped out of his jeans and crawled onto the bed next to Jin, immediately working to loosen himself up. Jimin stripped and went to the other side and kissed Jin and Jungkook gently.

“Pull out. I’ve got him,” he said, petting Jungkook’s sweat soaked hair.

“Use me instead,” Taehyung offered, spreading his legs.

Jungkook kisses Jin gently before pulling out and moving over between Taehyung’s legs. He nuzzled against his neck, groaning low in his throat.

“That’s it, put it in,” Taehyung soothed, spreading his legs wider.

Jungkook shook his head. He moved down, spreading Taehyung open before driving his tongue into him.

Next to them, Jimin helped Jin roll onto his back. He stroked his cock gently, sharing soft kisses and letting Jin muzzle his neck. He pressed his cock home just as lazily, letting Jin feel each push.

Jin and Taehyung both moaned, holding tight to their respective partners. Jin’s nails scraped at Jimin’s back while Taehyung tugged at Jungkook’s hair, grinding down on his tongue. Jungkook pulled back, his chin and mouth wet and cheeks flushed.

“You taste like Jimin-ssi.”

Taehyung smirked, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Probably ‘cause I fucked him stupid half an hour ago,” Jimin panted, snapping his hips against Jin on each thrust.

Jungkook growled, moving up and leaning over to kiss Jin. Their tongues tangled, allowing Jin to taste the salty sweet remnants of Jimin. He moved back and lined up his cock at Taehyung’s opening.

Taehyung nodded once and Jungkook slid home, baring his teeth at the tight, slick clench.

He picked up speed immediately, and Taehyung could do little more than hold on.

Next to them, Jin was writhing against Jimin, their mouths pressed together as they moaned and whined.

Jimin yanked back, hissing. He held his side in pain, but showed no signs of slowing or softening.

“Jimin?” Jin worried.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re going into heat,” Jungkook panted, looking over at them. His eyes were dark with lust as he pounded into Taehyung, but focused on Jimin.

“It’s not supposed to for another two weeks—“

Jimin whined, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“It’s okay,” Jin whispered. He sat up, wrapping his legs around Jimin. He began to bounce on his lap, working to help Jimin come even as he whined and moaned. “But you—" Jimin tried to argue.

“Shh. Just let go. It won’t help much, but maybe...”

Jimin nodded. He straightened his legs, allowing Jin to fully settle into his lap. Jin slid down his cock as Jimin pumped his hips up, their fingers digging into one another’s skin as they chased orgasm.

Jungkook shuddered. He watched the two for a moment before turning his focus back to Taehyung.

“Gonna come for me?” Taehyung teased. Jungkook nodded, lowering his head. He nuzzled over Taehyung’s neck, breathing deeply as he fucked into him. His hips stuttered and he pulled back. Taehyung’s cheeks and chest were flushed, his mouth drawn back into a grimace. “Not you too...” Jungkook panted.

Taehyung moaned, turning to a half broken sob. “Fuck me, please—“

Jungkook obliged, catching Taehyung’s mouth in a desperate kiss.

The four continued to grind and chase weak orgasms, whimpers and sobs punctuating their desperation.

Jimin gave up first, pushing Jin off him and curling up next to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be, you tried.” Jin kissed his forehead, holding him tight. Jungkook pulled out and slumped next to Taehyung, shuddering through an orgasm.

“Fuck.”

“What do we do?” Taehyung asked. He lazily stroked himself as he spoke. Of them all, he was the most sex inclined during his heats. They joked it was because he was the least interested when he was on his pill, so his body made up for it.

As if in answer to Taehyung’s question, the bedroom door opened.

“I thought we’d come early and surpr—“ Namjoon stopped speaking as soon as he saw the state of the omegas in the bed. He set down the bag of candy he’d had, his cock immediately tenting the front of his jeans. “All of you?” He asked, trying to keep his voice stable.

Jin nodded. “All of us. They were trying to help me, I didn’t realize...”

“Hoseok! Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon called. He circled around to Jin and Jimin, kissing them gently and setting hands on their head. “You’re burning up, guys. How can I help?”

“You know how you can help,” Jin said, rolling his eyes.

“But you’re so warm... Are you up for it?” They both nodded.

“Oh, guys...” Yoongi whispered when he and Hoseok entered. Though worry was etched on their faces, their physical responses were identical, cocks stiffening in their jeans, nostrils flaring at the obvious scent of omegas in heat.

Taehyung sat up. He went to Hoseok and kissed him softly. “Will you?”

“If you’re sure.”

In response, Taehyung bent over the bed, smirking back at Hoseok. Yoongi chuckled when Hoseok scrambled to undo his pants. He went over to Jungkook, stripping out of his clothes before curling up next to him. Jungkook whined and nuzzled his throat.

“Will you make love to me?”

“How do you feel first?” Yoongi asked, petting his sweat soaked back.

“Hot. Cramps. Horny.” He hesitated. “Mad my hyung won’t shove his cock into me and fuck me into next week.” A smile tweaked the corners of his mouth upward as he spoke. Yoongi laughed.

“Alright, Alright.” He sat up and patted his legs. “Come on, Jungkook.”

Jungkook scrambled up and settled onto his cock with a content moan.

Behind them, Taehyung groaned against the mattress, twisting his hips back as Hoseok began to fuck into him.

Namjoon was straddling Jimin and Jin’s thighs, stroking their cocks.

“Who wants it first?” He asked.

“You can’t fuck us both,” Jin protested.

“Why not?”

“Can’t you sense it? As soon as you walked in, your body started rut... As soon as you start fucking one of us... You’re gonna knot.”

Namjoon scowled. He nodded after a moment. “Jimin-ah. Fuck me.”

“What?” Jimin’s eyes widened. “You never bottom.”

“No, but Jin-hyung is right. There’s three of us and we’re all gonna end up knotting you guys. There’s four of you. I’m not letting one of my boys suffer. So fuck me, it’ll work just as well.”

“I know... But...”

“I trust you, Jimin. Just be gentle until I get used to it.”

Jimin nodded. Namjoon shifted, opening Jin’s legs wider. He lined his cock up and pressed home, gasping.

Jimin settled behind him, spitting against his hole to slick it enough for his fingers. It only took him a second to find Namjoon’s slick gland; smaller than Jin’s or any other omegas, but just as useful for bottom Alphas. He began to rub it and Namjoon’s prostate, helping to slick and loosen him. Namjoon chuckled breathlessly.

“Forgot how good that feels.” He thrust gently into Jin, twisting back on Jimin’s fingers.

Taehyung cried out, earning a chuckle from the others.

“Such a sex hound,” Yoongi teased even as Jungkook bounced on his cock.

“Maybe you should help him,” Yoongi said then. He shifted, pushing Jungkook off him and onto his back. With a little pushing and maneuvering, he managed to get Jungkook under where Taehyung was bent over. Taehyung got the picture immediately, sliding his cock into Jungkook’s open mouth. He grabbed a fistful of Jungkook’s hair and began to fuck his mouth as Hoseok used his ass. Yoongi slid back into Jungkook, slamming hard into him.

Meanwhile, Jimin was lining his cock up, teasing Namjoon’s wet hole. Namjoon groaned. “Please—“

“Oh, our strong Alpha leader begging for a cock,” Jin teased. Namjoon glared. He pulled himself out of Jin, earning an annoyed cry.

“Jimin, please— I need it,” Namjoon pleaded. Jimin smirked. He drove home, gasping even as Namjoon shouted in surprised pleasure.

“Oh god, don’t go slow,” Namjoon begged. Jimin chuckled, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s middle.

“No problem.”

“Ready for it, hyung?” Namjoon asked, his voice wavering.

“Hold on.”

Jin shifted and rolled into his belly, angling his body across the bed to reach Jungkook. He lifted Jungkook’s cock and wrapped his lips around it, bobbing his head gently. Jungkook shouted, gagging around Taehyung’s cock.

Namjoon and Jimin shifted, and Namjoon slid home, letting Jimin’s hard thrusts guide his pace.

The sounds in the room were positively pornographic. Seven bodies writhed against one another, the bed creaking dangerously with their combined weight. Jin, Jungkook, and Taehyung lost track of their orgasms, coaxed out of them by their Alpha’s cocks, coming into the mouths of their lovers or onto the sweat dampened bed.

Jimin chased his own orgasm for longer, his body responding to the flood of hormones

Namjoon’s rut gave off. He finally reached it, falling over the edge and spilling deep inside his lover. His body relaxed, muscles losing their cramping tension. He slid out and crumpled, watching the remaining six with a tired gaze.

It was Yoongi that came next. He grunted softly, his nails digging into Jungkook’s sides. Jungkook pulled his mouth free of Taehyung’s cock to scream Yoongi’s name as his knot swelled, locking them in place while Yoongi came. Jin moved and Jungkook sat up, curling up around Yoongi. He shuddered through orgasm after orgasm, whining softly.

Hoseok was next. He fisted Taehyung’s hair, yanking Jin upright as he pounded into him. Taehyung moaned. He slammed back, begging for Hoseok’s knot, to fuck him, to come in him. Hoseok shuddered, his orgasm deafeningly silent. Taehyung gasped when his knot slipped in, expanding and locking them together. Hoseok barely shifted to get them onto the bed before their legs gave out.

Jin looked back. “Just us... Let me roll over,” he panted desperately. Namjoon pulled out so Jin could roll onto his back. He glanced down, swallowing hard. The base of Namjoon’s cock was already swelling, the promise of a hard, thick knot in the near future. Jin nodded, letting Namjoon push back in. He wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders.

“I— I have a confession,” he whispered.

“What?”

“I—“ Jin swallowed hard, shuddering his way through another orgasm. “I’ve never taken a knot before.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Do you—“

“Be my first. Knot me, please.”

A tight arousal formed in Namjoon’s stomach at Jin’s words. He grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked back, nosing his way along Jin’s neck. Jin whined, begging softly for it, for Namjoon to take him, fuck him, knot him.

Namjoon snarled, a streak of possessiveness rushing through him. He kissed Jin hard enough that he split his own lip, the coppery tang of blood mixing with their saliva. He drove in hard twice more before his knot expanded and his orgasm hit, tying them together.

Jin threw his head back and screamed, eyes rolling back as his cock twitched and spilled on his belly, orgasms rushing over him in waves almost too overwhelming to bear. His vision greyed and then went white, and Jin worried for a moment he was going to pass out. He opened his eyes though, and Namjoon was looking down at him, still shuddering as his cock spilled rope after rope of warm come into Jin.

“How long does yours last?” Jin rasped.

“About thirty. Talk later. Rest now,” he whispered. “All the others are.” Jin glanced around, smiling tiredly at the dozing or half asleep members. Jimin had wiggled his way into Jungkook and Yoongi’s arms, while Taehyung and Hoseok were cuddled tight together.

Jin nodded, satisfied that everyone was content. They wiggled onto their sides, legs tangled. He nuzzled against Namjoon’s chest.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.”

Jin reached down, running his finger over the spot where Namjoon’s body connected with his. He smiled a little, feeling pleasantly full.

“You’ve really never taken a knot before?” Namjoon asked. Jin nodded.

“To confess I’ve only had a few heats intense enough to actually need sex to feel better. Most of the time jerking off or even sometimes just a hot bath worked. And most of my heats I didn’t have a partner, so I just used knotting toys or dealt with it. My only experience with actual sex during heat was a beta girlfriend I’d had in school... And I went on the medicine soon after because I wanted to focus on my schooling and acting.”

“Then you came here... And you haven’t let yourself go into heat with us.”

“Exactly. And whenever you guys have been in rut and able to knot... The others were in heat.”

Namjoon smiled. “I’m proud to be your first... Do you like it?” Jin beamed, his cheeks mottling red.

“I feel so full. And I can feel you throbbing... It’s amazing... I kinda don’t want it to go down yet.”

Namjoon kissed him instead of answering. Gently at first, then deeper, more passionate. Jin whined when Namjoon’s fingers tangled in his hair again, tugging softly.

They parted only when they had to breathe. “I’ll do it again, as soon as you want it.”

Jin smiled, his eyes a little glazed with sleep and happiness.

“Maybe when I wake up.”

“Go to sleep, hyung. We’ve got you.”

Jin felt the light touch of another’s hand and looked back, meeting Yoongi’s sleepy gaze. Jungkook and Jimin were fast asleep on his chest. He winked.

Jin giggled a little. He reached back, twining his fingers with Yoongi’s. He heaved a content sigh, letting sleep finally take over.

[here4theheartbreak]

Stretched to the Breaking Point (Ot7)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Jin x Jungkook x Namjoon x Taehyung x Yoongi (ot7) Genre(s): angst, fluff

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: Bed Sharing Tags: angst, fluff, polyamory, ot7, canon compliant, set in 2016, slice of life, miscommunication Summary: Jin’s exhausted after 4 years solid of picking up after/for the absolute loves of his life. He wants to prove he’s useful, but is this really how he’s going to have to do it?

Word Count: ~7.1k

A/N: This fulfills a request a got quite a while ago about Jin being stressed at being the eldest but hiding it. I turned it poly, I hope that’s okay!

‘Please pick up some lamb when you go shopping today, hyung? I’ve been dying for your skewers.’

Jin sighed a little at the text from Taehyung. He shifted the basket in his arm to type a reply when a text from Namjoon came in.

‘Hey I know you’re busy but you could stop by the office and grab my hard drive? It’s the red one, I don’t want to bug manager.’

Jin responded with a simple yes, and went back to typing his response for Taehyung. He had just pocketed his phone and headed in the direction of the meat when his phone buzzed again.

He pulled it out to see a text from Jimin,

‘Hey, can you stop by the pharmacy on your way home? My knees are really aching and we’re all out of painkillers. The heating packs aren’t doing it for me.’

Jin sighed again. He responded to Jimin, telling him to check his bedroom in the desk for painkillers, but decided to pick some up anyway. He continued on his shopping trip, arm beginning to ache from the weight of the basket. It had been a trip just for a few items, but the requests had rolled in as soon as word got out among the group that Jin was going shopping.

It was always like this, from pre-debut to now. Please get this, help with that, save me from this… Jin didn’t mind. He knew he shouldn’t mind, at least. He was the eldest, and these guys relied on him for a lot. But sometimes it was just too much.

He loved each member dearly, no one could question that. Both on the surface, the ways fans saw them, as brothers who would die for one another and friends until the very end of the earth, and behind the scenes, the less publicized affection. The nights spent in one another’s beds and quick kisses shared behind the camera before concerts and stages.

Sometimes Jin wondered if it was the pure unorthodox nature of their relationship that set him so on edge sometimes. He’d always grown up being told he would find some woman to marry - a single, solitary female, that he was meant to fall in love with, marry, and give children.

He knew it was bullshit - he’d never been much into women and the idea of monogamy was dull at best. He loved all six of his band mates and boyfriends. Some he was more intimate with, some more emotionally attached to, and some he’d only ever cuddled and shared a kiss or two. Yoongi and Namjoon were first, followed closely by Taehyung and then Jimin and Hoseok. Jungkook fell quickly into a relationship with Taehyung, but Jin had resisted. He’d worried about Jungkook’s age, and accidental manipulation. But just like with the others, Jungkook had a piece of his heart too big to ignore.

Outside of the relationship though, Jin was still the eldest. Both within the company, within the fan base, and even within the dorm, he was just expected to handle certain things that he’d never been asked to handle on his own before. He didn’t question it, didn’t shy away from it. The six men that held his heart so firmly needed him in these ways, and he would rather die than let them down.

He knew sometimes he should ask for help. He knew they would freely give as much as they took. But the idea of burdening them at all, especially when he was their support... The idea made him sick. So he kept quiet and planted a grin on his face. He cooked and bandaged Jimin’s injuries. He listened to Yoongi’s rough tracks and helped Jungkook do his homework in time for practice. He held Taehyung’s hand when he got scared or cried and watched Hoseok work on dance routines. He stood by Namjoon - his first kiss and their leader - no matter what the situation.

He set aside his worries and woes because that’s what a good eldest does, and what a good boyfriend does.

He wrapped his own injuries in solitude, so the others wouldn’t worry. Locked himself in the shower when things got to be too much and he just needed to cry. Stood at the front and made a fool of himself so the others could relax. Figured out his own homework assignments crammed somewhere between the hours working. Smiled and cooked and cleaned and kept his chin up. Because if he crumbled, what would happen to the rest?

Jin balanced bags in his arms as he walked through the apartment. It had taken two hours longer than planned, but he got everything. Jimin hurried to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Did you remember?”

“Of course, they’re in one of these bags. Give me a minute.”

Jungkook raced down the hall, nearly barreling into Jin as he passed. “Sorry, hyung!” He screamed, darting into the laundry room.

“Wh—“

Taehyung bumped into him, sending one of the smaller bags toppling to the ground. “Sorry!” He shouted, following after Jungkook.

Jin bit back the urge to yell at him. Instead he hurried to the kitchen before any more bags could fall, setting them on the counter. Jimin began to pull items out as he walked back to the main room to gather the fallen items.

“Did you get my harddrive?” Namjoon asked. Jin dug in his pocket, fishing it out and handing it over to him without looking up. Namjoon took it quickly. “Thank you!”

Jin watched his bare feet pad away and duck into the bedroom. He sighed softly, rising with the bag.

“Crap, you’re home already?” Hoseok asked.

“I was gone three hours.”

“I needed another can of cooling spray, I was hoping you could pick it up.”

“Ah...” Jin shrugged. “Lemme put this stuff away and start dinner. I’ll run out and get it.”

“You don’t have to.”

Jin cocked an eyebrow. “How low are you?”

“Ah... I’m out.” Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.

“I’ll get it.”

Hoseok grinned broadly. “Thank you, Jin-hyung. You’re the best.” He pecked Jin’s mouth.

Jin entered the kitchen, his heart sinking when he saw the purchases scattered on the counter. Jimin was nowhere to be found, clearly having found the item he needed in particular. Jin rolled his eyes and chuckled. He set to work putting everything away.

Jin ran to the store once more, gathering the forgotten items. He made dinner and cleaned up, then worked on some of the choreography he’d been struggling with with Hoseok. He fell into bed late in the evening, a little surprised - and a little disappointed - to find it entirely empty.

Jin woke early Monday morning. He padded out to the kitchen to start breakfast, enjoying the few minutes of quiet before the others woke. He opened his laptop and textbook, skimming over his homework assignment as he stirred the food on the stove.

He put it on low, going to dig Jungkook’s backpack out of the closet. Just a few more months and he’d be officially graduated, all the members were ecstatic. He considered what to get Jungkook as a graduation present as he packed him a snack and double checked that his homework and gym clothes were in place.

He’d just turned back to the stove when a loud crash broke the silence. It was followed by a string of profanity that only Namjoon could put together. Jin turned to grab their first aid kit, counting down from five. As soon as he hit one, Namjoon rushed into the kitchen, holding his bleeding hand.

“Jin-hyung!”

“Come here.” Jin held up a bandage. He helped Namjoon wash and clean the cut, making sure it didn’t need medical attention. He bandaged it and pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s lips. “Be more careful.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Breakfast is almost done.”

Namjoon nodded. Jin watched him disappear back down the hall of their bedrooms.

Right on cue, the others began to wake and pile into the kitchen. Jin served each, answering questions and listening to complaints. Jungkook rubbed his eyes, last in line.

“Did you—“

“Backpack is ready.”

“Awesome. Will you give me a lift today? Manager was supposed to but Yoongi-hyung was talking about how he didn’t feel well yesterday. I wanted to let him rest. Since you’re up—“

Jin glanced at his own neglected homework.

“Sure. Hurry and eat then we’ll go.”

Jungkook beamed. He hugged Jin tightly, kissing his cheek. “You’re the best.”

“I know. Come on.”

Jin joined the others already eating, listening to them talk and argue over various things. He couldn’t help but smile fondly as he listened.

After eating he hurried to get Jungkook to his school, mentally making his to do list for the day even as Jungkook rambled about one of his teachers.

Homework that was due today, practice in an hour, a meeting with the office later, more practice, he should make an appearance on social media, he needed to start dinner at some point, pick Jungkook up, not in that order... And—

“Hyung!” Jin looked over, smiling sheepishly.

“Sorry. Up in my head.”

“I can tell... See you after?”

“Sure. Hurry out though, you have vocal practice right after.”

Jungkook nodded. He pressed a kiss to Jin’s mouth quickly, grinning. He snagged his backpack and hurried out of the car before Jin could scold him about getting caught. Jin watched him walk, meeting up with a few other students as they entered the school.

Jin kicked his shoes off and hung his jacket when he returned to the dorm. He entered the kitchen to grab his homework and stopped short. The sink was piled with dirty breakfast dishes, remains of the food not put away. A glance at the table showed it was still a mess as well. Jin’s shoulders sagged. He looked at his textbook and laptop for a moment before closing the lid of the laptop and setting to work cleaning up the breakfast remains.

He finished in record time and settled into a corner of the kitchen to do his homework when Taehyung’s shout echoed through the dorm.

“Fuck you! I know you have it!”

Jin scrambled to his feet and raced through their home.

“Bite me! I didn’t touch the stupid laptop!” Yoongi snapped.

“Whoa, whoa, what’s the problem?” Jin shouted, pushing open the door of one of the bedrooms.

Taehyung and Yoongi were nearly nose to nose. Taehyung’s cheeks were blotchy with strain.

“He stole my laptop!”

“Why would I steal that beat up thing?! I have my own!”

“Guys, breathe.” Jin raised his hands and stepped forward. “Where did you see it last, Taehyung?”

“It was on the couch!”

“Okay... And why do you think Yoongi took it?”

“Because he admitted it!” Taehyung stepped forward to shove Yoongi but Jin farted between them.

“Whoa, stop. He just said he didn’t.”

“I moved it off the fucking couch so no one would sit on it. I put it on the shelf. I don’t know what happened to it after.”

Jin nodded. “Okay, fine. Have you checked the shelf, Tae?”

“Have I checked the shelf?” Taehyung mimicked. “Of course I checked the shelf, I’m not an idiot, Jin-hyung!”

“I’m just saying, it could have been overlooked. There’s no reason for Yoongi to take it.”

“You’re always on his fucking side! Just because he was around first doesn’t mean he’s always right!”

Jin’s face sank. “I’m not always on his side, Taehyung. He just doesn’t have a reason for taking it.”

“To be a dick! And you are always on his side! You never support me when we argue! If you’re not gonna help just go away!” Taehyung planted his hands on Jin’s chest and shoved hard.

Jin stumbled backwards, trying to avoid Yoongi. He tripped over a pair of jeans on the floor and went down, bashing his hip on the sharp corner of the bedside stand. A sharp pain shot through him and he cried out.

“Hyung!” Taehyung cried, surprise clear in his voice.

Jin scrambled up, tears blurring his vision and burning his throat. He could hear Yoongi and Taehyung both calling for him as he rushed to the bathroom.

He slammed the door, locking it and sliding onto the floor. The tears overflowed and he began to cry into his arms, his side aching. He could feel a wetness and knew he’d likely cut himself open, but couldn’t bring himself to care.

It was too much. Things had been building and building for years. He wanted to handle it, he wanted to make his boyfriends proud and happy. He wanted to make his family proud. But nothing was ever enough. Taehyung’s words cut deeper than the physical injury. He tried so hard to be fair. He hated knowing he didn’t do enough.

Admittedly, he never did enough. Hoseok always needed to work longer with him on dances, their vocal coaches longer on songs. He panicked easier in public and was less friendly with the fans. He hated it, and he hated himself.

A knock sounded at the door. “Hyung? Are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice was small.

“I’m fine, just cleaning the cut,” Jin called, trying to make his voice steady.

“Hyung, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, Taehyungie. I’ll help you look for your laptop as soon as I’m bandaged.”

Jin rose lifting his shirt. The cut wasn’t too bad, thankfully. He cleaned it as well as he could, blinking away his tears and struggling to stabilize his breathing. He could cry tonight. He had too much to do today. Washing his face quickly to hide his tears, he opened the door, coming face to face with a very guilty looking Taehyung and Yoongi.

“Namjoon-hyung texted... He took my laptop by accident to the studio this morning.”

Jin plastered a smile on his face. “Oh great, problem solved.”

“I don’t wanna ask but... Would you go exchange it?” He held up Namjoon’s laptop.

“We have practice in an hour.”

“Yeah, but Namjoon-hyung needs his now.”

Jin bit back his sigh. “Okay.” He took the laptop and headed toward the door.

“Hyung, your shirt!” Yoongi called, pointing to his side. Jin glanced down, seeing the blood from his injury.

“I’ll just wear my coat.” He tugged it on and his shoes, heading out before either could argue.

He arrived at the offic, nodding to a few of the staff as he hurried through to Namjoon’s studio. He knocked once before entering, setting the computer on Namjoon’s desk.

Namjoon smiled. “Hyung, thank you so much. Here.” He passed Jin Taehyung’s laptop. A scowl crossed his face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jin said, offering a smile he knew was a tiny bit too strained. Namjoon’s frown deepened.

“What’s the matter?”

Jin’s smile wavered. “Just a lot to do. Gotta go.”

“Hyung!” Namjoon shouted even as Jin hurried out of the office.

Jin got home just in time to hear yet another member shouting bloody murder. This time it was Jimin, hurling obscenities. He rushed in, narrowly missing a book that Jimin had chucked.

“What’s wrong?!” He shouted. Jimin stood up straight. His room was a mess, chair overturned and drawers ripped out.

“Who did this?”

“I did,” Jimin said.

“Why?”

“I can’t find my lyric notebook...”

Jin blinked at him. “The purple and black leather one?”

Jimin nodded, looking close to tears.

“Jimin... You left that in the living room. It’s under the TV with the other notebooks.”

Jimin’s entire body relaxed.

“Oh God, I forgot. Thank you!” He hurried past Jin, bumping into his hurt side as he did. Jin winced. He surveyed the damage done to the room, shaking his head. Hoseok was going to flip out if it wasn’t cleaned.

“Jimin—“

Jin turned just in time to see Jimin darting out of the apartment, notebook in hand.

“Guess not,” he mumbled. He leaned down, picking up a pile of clothes and beginning to fold them.

He finished in time to get to dance practice, at least, rushing in and apologizing to the dance teacher for being a few minutes tardy.

“What took so long?” Hoseok hissed when Jin stood next to him.

“Oh— Mess at the house. Lost track of time.” Jin said. He grimaced as he began to stretch, his side aching. He tuned his focus completely to learning the new choreography, ignoring everything else for the moment.

Afterward, Jin ducked down the hall to meet with a few members of the production team about one of his parts that needed fixing. His side was aching something horrible and panic was beginning to set in with how late he was on his homework. Still he smiled and listened, scheduling a time to re-record a part of the track. He left to pick up Jungkook and pick up lunch for the rest of the group immediately after, keeping a list as they texted him their requests.

The rest of the day flew by, as it always seemed to. Get Jungkook, get their lunches, go back to the office. Sing, dance, work out. He ended up with Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi in his car on the way back, the younger two talking a mile a minute in the back seat. Yoongi was sitting sullenly most of the ride home.

“How’s your side?” He finally asked.

“Oh, it’s fine. Just a scratch,” Jin lied, not wanting him to feel worse.

“Would you mind listening to a new beat I’ve been working on? I need another ear.”

“Sure. I have to start dinner, but I can listen while it’s cooking.”

“Thank you. Sorry about getting you involved earlier.”

“Tae’s screaming did that. No harm though, it was all resolved.”

Yoongi nodded. Jin could feel him watching him quietly the rest of the way home, but said nothing. He didn’t want Yoongi to worry; the guy had enough worries as it was.

Jin began dinner almost as soon as they made it back. He opened his textbook again, a vain hope to get work done. “Jungkook!” He called when he saw the other on the couch. “Homework?”

“Just a math sheet.”

“Need help?”

“Probably.”

“Bring it here and start on it.”

“Hyung, can you listen?” Yoongi asked. He was standing near the counter, computer and headphones in hand. Jin nodded. He covered the stew and wiped his hands, taking the headphones. Yoongi started playing the track while Jungkook leaned against the counter, pencil and notebook in hand.

Jin’s brows furrowed as he listened. He didn’t know why Yoongi asked his opinion on this — Namjoon and Hoseok, even Jimin we’re far better, but he knew it was his job to try.

“I like it,” he said when it ended. “I think it needs something else, like... Under the beat? If that makes sense.”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed. He nodded, setting his laptop on the counter as he grabbed a water from the fridge. “That makes sense. You might be right. Thanks, hyung!” He headed out and Jin headed back to the stove.

“Tell me if you have trouble, JK.”

Jungkook nodded, scratching his ear with the pencil as he looked at the worksheet.

Jin smiled fondly, watching him for a moment. He continued to stir dinner as he read over his own textbook.

Jin worked with Jungkook throughout the dinner making process, and again after serving everyone.

He could hear the others wrestling in the living room as he cleaned the dishes, and a worry set in about what they’d make a mess of. His homework had piled much higher than intended with the chaos of the day. He needed to check his side, and he needed to work on his moves for their new choreography.

After cleaning up, he re-bandaged his side, glad the choreography didn’t do too much damage today. He double checked Jungkook’s homework before slipping it into his bag.

The living room quieted down finally, a signal the others had gone to bed or at least to their rooms.

The mess, however, remained. Jin bit back his thousandth sigh of the day, making a mental note to apologize to his parents; he prayed he wasn’t this stressful as a child. It took nearly an hour to clean up and return to his own room to -hopefully- get his own homework finished.

Jin’s vision blurred the second he opened his textbook. His head was pounding and exhaustion hit him like a truck. He tried over and over to read through his chapter, having to stop and reread. He could hear muffled noises from at least two of his boyfriends in another room. The sound made him ache with a sudden, surprising loneliness. He realized, aside from quick pecks on the mouth, he’d not had a moment with anyone in weeks. He’d been so busy running errands and cleaning, balancing their schedules and his own.

His vision blurred for an entirely different reason. He snapped his book shut and rose, padding over to his, once again, empty bed. Anger flushed his cheeks and he grabbed his pillow, flinging it across the room. He shouted into his fist, not wanting to draw attention.

Still overwhelmed, Jin began to beat on his other pillow, hot tears streaking down his cheeks. He collapsed to the floor, his back to the bed. He hugged the pillow he’d beaten, sobbing and yelling into it.

It hurt to cry, it hurt to admit his weakness even to himself. He should be stronger for them - for his family, both chosen and blood. But it also felt good, letting all of the stress and overwhelming emotions drain out.

Jin didn’t know how long he’d been sobbing when the hand landed on his shoulder. He startled, whipping his head up. Namjoon was looking at him wide wide, worried eyes.

“You scared me!” He scolded. Then softer, “What did you need?”

“Why are you crying?”

Jin wiped his eyes. “Nothing, just— Nothing.” He rose and turned, his heart leaping into his throat.

Everyone was in the room. Jungkook was hanging onto Yoongi, concern and fear etched on his pretty features. Yoongi’s eyes were filled with concern. Taehyung looked close to tears, holding Jimin’s hand. Hoseok’s mouth was a thin line, his expression unreadable.

“Wh— What? Why are you all in here?” Jin asked, panic squeezing his throat.

“Yoongi-hyung got us. He came in to ask you about a track... And found you sobbing,” Hoseok said.

“What’s wrong, Jin-hyung?”

“Why did you get everyone?” Jin asked, looking at Yoongi.

“Because you’re not okay. You keep saying you are but... You were crying when you broke up the fight between me and Taehyung.”

“You weren’t okay when you dropped off my computer,” Namjoon added.

“You were distracted all morning and even this evening,” Jungkook said.

“You didn’t tell us you were hurt,” Jimin added, touching his own side.

“I’m fine. I’m just a little stressed, no more than usual,” Jin said. He scrubbed his hands over his face and planted a smile.

“I gotta get up early though, and still have a ton of assignments to do. Sorry for worrying you guys, but I’m okay. You can go back to bed.”

“You haven’t slept with anyone in a month, hyung,” Jimin said softly.

“You’ve all had others to stay with.” Jin said. He slid between the group members and sat down at his desk, opening the textbook again.

“You haven’t made love to... Anyone... In at least as long.”

Jin’s jaw twitched. “You’ve all had others.”

“You make it sound like you’re not welcome to join. Like we’re not all seven.”

“I’ve been kind of busy.”

“Too busy to be with us?” Namjoon scolded.

“Yeah.”

“How?” Taehyung asked.

“Our schedules,” Jin tried.

“We all have the same schedules,” Jungkook said. “And I have school. I still make time for the guys.”

“Fine. Cooking. Breakfast and dinner, getting lunch for everyone. Driving Jungkook to school. Cleaning house over and over. Picking up rooms after members trash them in a fit. Breaking up fights. Taking extra choreography time because I’m not near as good as others. Meetings to fix vocals I’ve messed up. Spending hours at the store shopping for all seven. Being there to bandage your legs and help with homework and listen to tracks. Cleaning the living room after everyone goes to bed so others don’t get in trouble for leaving messes. And then doing my own homework. Is that a full enough schedule to explain my distance?”

Jin’s voice wavered as he spoke, guilt telling him just to shut up, stop making trouble. He looked down at his textbook, surprised to see little circles of wetness. “Please. I have to finish this — It’s due in two hours. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you all. I’ll... Tomorrow I’ll be better. I’ll do better going forward, okay? I just... Need you all to leave me alone tonight. I’m so sorry.”

Jin remained still, hating how visibly his shoulders shook as he struggled to keep himself together. He could hear the members leaving one by one, the air becoming thicker and thicker the fewer were around.

He knew he’d ruined it. They probably hated him for snapping. Tears worked their way down his cheeks once more, shame and guilt eating at his stomach. He struggled to focus on his homework, using all two hours available to finish. It was one in the morning when he finally fell into bed, crying himself to sleep. He would try to fix the damage he’d caused in the morning. Four hours of sleep, then he’d work harder, he promised himself.

The next morning, Jin rolled over, scowling at the ceiling. He could hear the members in the hallway, a streak of panic rushing through him. Did he sleep in? He checked his phone, almost more confused when he saw it was right at the time he was supposed to get up.

He rose, pulling on his hoodie. He winced at the injury from the day before but padded out to see what the ruckus was.

He slammed almost directly into Yoongi, who was piling laundry into Hoseok’s arms. He grinned at Jin and stopped for a second, pressing a kiss to Jin’s surprised mouth. “Morning.”

“M— Morning.”

“Do you have any dirty laundry?”

“Uh— y— yeah in the basket.” Jin motioned to the basket in the corner of his room. Yoongi slid past him to grab it. Hoseok smiled softly.

“Did you get your homework done?”

“Mm.. Mhm.”

“Good. Do you have any today?”

Jin nodded again, still bewildered. He turned and padded into the living room, where Namjoon was packing Jungkook’s backpack. The kitchen was full of activity as well, Jungkook and Jimin were making breakfast, laughing and dancing in the small space.

A swell of love and affection filled Jin’s chest as he watched them. Taehyung came out of the laundry room, catching Jin’s gaze. He rushed to grab one of their first aid kits and took Jin’s hand.

“Have you cleaned the cut?”

“Not yet.”

“Lemme help. Then you should go help Jungkookie before he burns down the whole dorm.”

“Hey, I can cook!” Jungkook shouted.

Taehyung ushered Jin into the bathroom, helping him clean the cut. He bandaged it despite Jin’s argument that it was fine.

“Go on.”

“Tae—“

“I’ll do dishes after breakfast, okay? Me and Namjoon-hyung decided to. So you can take Jungkook to school.”

Jin nodded, still unsure what was happening. He padded into the kitchen, taking the spoon from Jungkook. “I got it. Thank you.” Jungkook tilted his head a little, smiling.

“Will you take me to school today?”

Jin nodded, beginning to stir the food the two had made. Out of the corner of his eye, Jin saw Jimin take some of the laundry Hoseok and Yoongi were balancing, heading with them to the laundry room.

Jin served up the group as normal, sitting with them last. They were all eating and talking over one another, seemingly none the wiser than anything was different from normal. It was at that point that Jin wondered if maybe he’d imagined it. Was he hallucinating?

Taehyung rose from the table, gathering plates that were empty even as he laughed over a joke Jimin had told. Jungkook rose and took Jin’s hand.

“Ready? I have a test today, I can’t be late.”

“Is your backpack ready?” Jin asked, rising.

“Books, papers, gym stuff. Good to go,” Namjoon assured him. Jin grabbed his keys, letting Jungkook pull him out of the dorm.

Once in the car, Jungkook set his hand over Jin’s.

“Hyung...”

“What?”

“I’m sorry for being such a bastard. Thank you for being so good to me always.”

Jin smiled softly. He reached out, brushing Jungkook’s hair back.

“You’re not a bastard, JK.”

“I have been.” Jungkook leaned forward, pressing a desperate kiss to Jin’s mouth. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Jin nodded. “Y— Yeah, of course.”

“Good. Let’s go.” Jungkook buckled up, holding his backpack to his chest and sitting forward. It took Jin a moment to remember he had to start the car to drive.

Jin headed back to the dorm, surprised to find the dishes done, as promised. Taehyung was sitting on the couch, playing on his phone.

“Hyung.”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry for pushing you yesterday. That was out of line. I hurt you and I shouldn’t have.”

“You were frustrated.”

“But it wasn’t your fault. You’re not always on Yoongi-hyung’s side... You treat us the most fair during fights. I was being a brat.”

Jin shrugged awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Taehyung rose, snuggling himself against Jin. “I love you, hyungie.”

“I know. I love you too.” Jin kissed Taehyung’s forehead.

“Can I sleep with you?”

“Jungkook already asked.”

“I know. We can both share you... If you want.”

Jin smiled. “Of course I do.”

“What are you doing until practice?”

“Hm... Normally I do the dishes and clean up but... That’s done. I should check on the laundry the guys put in earlier.”

“Yoongi’s finishing that. He’s got the timer.”

“Oh. I mean, I guess I’ll do homework...” Jin said.

Taehyung nodded. “If you wanna take a break, I have a new game I got on my phone, I’ll show it to you, you might like it.”

“Sure. Thanks.” Jin cocked his head a little, heading toward his bedroom.

He started in on his homework, a little amazed that there hadn’t been an interruption yet.

He spoke too soon, however, because as soon as he’d fallen into a good rhythm, Jin’s phone buzzed. It was a text from Jimin.

‘Hey, hyung... I wanted to thank you for cleaning my room. It was wrecked and you didn’t have to do that. I would’ve deserved Hobi-hyung’s wrath. Just... thanks. A lot.’

Jin smiled a little. ‘His wrath would have hit all of us with how bad that room was. You’re welcome though. Maybe next time.... Clean up before bolting?’

‘Or just ask you before trashing the place. Thanks for always having my back, even if I don’t always act grateful for it.’

‘It’s ok, Jimin.’

‘Hyung?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Can I sleep in your bed tonight?’

‘You’ll have to share the space with Jk and Tae.’

‘That’s okay.’

‘Then yeah.’

Jin smiled a little as he read over the messages. Jimin responded to his final answer with a photo of himself giving a heart. He was shirtless, sweat pouring down his face. ‘Don’t work out too hard,’ Jin scolded before setting his phone down to get back to work. His mind kept drifting, but in a different way. Maybe they didn’t all hate him. The way Jungkook and Jimin and Taehyung had apologized, the care they put into not overwhelming him this morning… Maybe he didn’t mess things up so badly.

A knock sounded at Jin’s door.

“It’s open,” he called, jotting down another note before looking up. Yoongi was in the doorway, an armful of freshly folded clothes.

“Done.”

“You can just put them on the bed… Thanks for doing that.”

Yoongi did as he was told and went to the desk, leaning his hip on it. He fiddled with his hands, chewing his lip.

“Need something?” Jin asked.

“I was wrong to take advantage of you.”

“What?”

“I’ve been taking advantage of you. You’re always willing to listen and help and I knew that so I used it. I care about you and it was shitty of me to do that.”

“We all do things for ourselves. It’s okay.”

Yoongi reached out and squeezed Jin’s hand. “I wanna sleep with you tonight.”

“Gonna have to move to a bigger bed,” Jin said.

“What?”

“Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook all asked to sleep with me.”

“We’ll push two beds together.”

Jin chuckled. “Alright, if you want to.”

Yoongi nodded. “Will you lemme ride with you to the studio?”

“Sure. I’m going here in a bit, after this assignment, I have to work on some parts I didn’t do right in recording.”

“No problem, I need to talk to Namjoon about something anyway. Call me when you’re ready to go.”

Jin nodded, watching Yoongi walk out. He turned back to his homework.

Jin ducked into Adora’s office as soon as he, Yoongi, and Taehyung arrived at the studios, spending time redoing some parts of songs.

When it was time for lunch, he sent a quick message to the group, asking everyone what they wanted.

Instead of the normal flood of requests, just Hoseok texted back, ‘Just pick up whatever you’re craving - you know what we like, hyung’

Jin’s expression must have been one of pure confusion. “You okay?” Adora asked.

Jin nodded, setting his phone down. “They’re being weird.”

“The guys?”

Jin nodded again.

“Did you guys fight?”

“Last night yeah, but today... I don’t know. I’m just stressed.” Jin grinned at her. “Let’s finish up this part, I gotta get lunch and pick up Jungkookie.”

Jin entered the practice room, arms stacked full of lunches. Jungkook followed after, carrying drinks. The others rushed up, taking containers and passing them out. They scattered on the floor, crouching, sprawled out, kneeling, cross legged, as they began to eat. Hoseok settled next to Jin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Lunch.”

Jin cocked his head. “I always get lunch.”

“And I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for… Anything, honestly. In all these years. That was kinda shitty of me, as your team mate… But also as your boyfriend. I’m sorry for that, Jin-hyung.”

Jin smiled softly. He reached out, stroking his thumb over Hoseok’s jaw. “It’s okay. You’re all here for me. That’s what matters.”

Hoseok smiled a little sadly. “I hate… Asking but… Can I have a favor?”

“What’s up?” Jin asked, finally tearing into his food.

“Could I sleep with you tonight?”

“Aw, Hobi… I’d love to say yes, but… I’ve already got four members who’ve asked.”

“I’m skinny.”

Jin smiled softly, shaking his head. “You deal with their bitching then, I won’t say no. If you all can fit, I have no problem with that.”

Hoseok beamed. He leaned against Jin as he ate.

Practice lasted a few more hours before their dance teacher let them go. Jin ended up with the youngest three on his way home. Jungkook was already working on homework, muttering soft threats at the other two who kept interrupting him.

Once inside, Jin immediately started in on dinner, a little surprised to see Namjoon loitering in the kitchen.

“Do you need something?”

“Well… Kinda. You don’t have to make dinner tonight.”

“You wanna deal with a starving Jungkookie?” Jin teased.

“I can order. Let’s just order something.”

“Why?”

Namjoon looked down. “Because I think we all need to have a talk and I’d rather do it now.”

Jin hesitated but nodded. “Okay. Go ahead and order. Or do you want me?”

“I already did. It’ll be here soon… Come into the living room, hyung.”

“This sounds serious… Is this where you break up with me?” Jin half joked. His smile faded when Namjoon didn’t laugh.

He followed him into the living room, seeing the others already grouped around their coffee table. Jin sat on the floor at the head of it, looking around at everyone.

“Guys?”

“Jin-hyung… We’ve been together for years,” Namjoon said. “One way or another. Friends, teammates, lovers��� For four years.”

Jin nodded.

“We’ve gone through a lot. We rely on you… A lot more than we realize, I think.”

Jin lowered his head, guilt forming in the pit of his stomach. “I know… I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Yoongi asked.

“I let you guys down, didn’t I? Yesterday… Snapping… The way I’ve been lately…”

“You’ve been taking care of us for four years, Jin-hyung,” Jimin said. “You used to buy us food when we were hungry without ever asking for anything back.”

“You always take me to school,” Jungkook said.

“You support me no matter what, listening to my tracks, offering advice in the most supportive, positive way,” Yoongi said.

“You were the first one to hug me,” Taehyung whispered, “and to tell me I was cool.”

“You work so hard to impress us, to impress the fans, to prove yourself – harder than half us put together,” Hoseok said.

“You stand by me no matter what city or country we’re in, and support me both as your friend and your leader,” Namjoon said.

“You have never let us down, Seokjin-hyung,” Yoongi said firmly.

“We let you down,” Jimin whispered.

“How?” Jin asked.

“We’ve been taking advantage of you for so long. And how many times have we said thank you?” Namjoon asked. “Over and over… When Yoongi-hyung caught you crying and you yelled… Do you know what we did? We came out here and talked. We talked about what your day was like. About what every day has been like since we met. You work so hard for us, hyung. And you say nothing… You let us walk all over you. Why?”

Jin shrugged, hanging his head.

“Hyung…”

“I just want to feel like I’m useful. Like I give something to the group. I wanted to give you guys a reason to love me… Keep me around,” he whispered.

“We do love you. And we want you around. If you keep working yourself into the ground like this… We won’t have you. You need to let us help. And you need to say no sometimes. You aren’t our maid, or our servant. You’re our lover. You don’t need to do everything… Even if we’re useless.”

“That means maybe I get shouted at by Hobi-hyung for my mess, maybe I learn,” Jimin said.

“Maybe Yoongi-hyung and I fight, we always make up,” Taehyung said.

“Maybe I mess up some homework, or have to go to someone else for help, there’s seven of us,” Jungook said.

“It’s not all on you, hyung,” Hoseok said. “We miss you… The real you, not the exhausted one.”

“Cuddling and laughing and… Other stuff,” Namjoon said, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re sorry, Jin-hyung… Can you forgive us?”

Jin chuckled a little. “I was never mad... There’s nothing to forgive.”

“Yeah, there is. And tell us when we’re being pushy shits okay? We’re gonna try to help around the house more. We’ll work out a schedule or something,” Namjoon said.

“Just don’t let Namjoonie cook,” Yoongi lamented.

Namjoon chucked one of the throw pillows on the couch at him, smacking him in the face with it. Jin laughed a little despite himself.

Namjoon climbed closer to him and pulled him into a kiss. “We have a lot of fixing to do, but trust us to do it, okay? We’ll get better for you. For us all.”

Jin ran his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. He nodded. “I trust you. All of you. I’m sorry I stayed quiet for so long too.”

“We all fucked up.” Hoseok said. “We can all work to get better.”

Jungkook perked up when the buzzer sounded.

“Food! Taehyungie-hyung, help?” Taehyung rose and followed Jungkook out to get the food.

Namjoon nuzzled Jin’s neck, kissing it gently.

“Hyung?”

“Hm?”

“Can I share your bed tonight?”

“Mind sharing it with five others?”

“Aw, I asked too late?”

“No,”

Yoongi said. “I think... We seven can all fit. We could push a couple beds together. If worse comes to worse, we could drag some mattresses out and just have a floor party.”

Jin laughed a little. “Since when am I so popular?”

“We all miss you,” Jimin admitted. “It’s like a chunk of us has been getting farther and farther. We were just too stubborn to see it was partly our doing until you said it.”

“I’m right here,” Jin assured him.

“We aren’t letting you go,” Hoseok agreed.

The two returned with with food and all seven crowded around the table, sharing the containers and feeding one another. Despite the weight of the conversation they had just finished, they fell into their own comfortable rhythm almost immediately. Taehyung wormed his way into Jin’s lap, kissing over his neck even as Jin shared salt seasoned kisses with Yoongi. As the containers emptied and bellies filled, their casual touches became more intense. The seven piled onto the couch, limbs tangled together. They shifted and moved together, holding and kissing any member in their reach. Though it would be an early morning and they couldn’t do anything, the feeling alone was enough to settle into Jin’s bones. He was more content than he’d been in nearly three months.

Yoongi pried himself out of the pile, enlisting Jimin’s help in fixing the beds.

They returned, tugging up various members until the group got the hint and made their way to the bedroom. They stripped down, all piling into the beds.

Jin found himself in the middle of, and half crushed by, all six of his lovers. Under normal circumstances he’d complain, and he knew he’d get too hot in just a few hours. But their gentle touches and the featherlight brushes of their mouths soothes him deep down in a place he hadn’t even realized was aching.

As everyone drifted off to sleep, Jin couldn’t help but smile. Despite the fights and the stress and the miscommunications— this was exactly where he belonged. This was his family, his shared life. And nothing could take that love away.

[here4theheartbreak]

Trying New Things

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Relationships: Hoseok x Jungkook x Namjoon x Yoongi

Genre(s): smut, PWP

Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo​

Square Filled: Free Space

Tags: smut, pwp, blindfolds, dirty talk, light bondage, sex toys, coming untouched, overstimulation, double penetration, triple penetration, bareback, rough sex, bottom!Jungkook, top!Yoongi, top!Hoseok, top!Namjoon

Summary: Jungkook loves trying new things. He also loves being tested. So his boyfriends find a great way to do both at the same time.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Jungkook shivered, blinking hard despite his inability to see. The blindfold covered his eyes perfectly. 

He tugged at the ropes on his wrists and the ones binding his ankles to the bed, forcing his legs open. Normally he’d be feeling shy, but Hoseok had been fingering him for nearly thirty solid minutes, and at this point his desperate arousal was overpowering any timidness.

“Remember we told you tonight was a special game,” Namjoon said. Jungkook nodded. He felt the cold prod of solid plastic nudge his rim.

“Time for the game to start.”

“Wh- what are the rules?” Jungkook asked. He gasped when the toy slid in. It was a thick but smooth toy, flared at the middle just enough to catch on his rim and stay buried deep like a plug.

“Relax, we’ll tell you.”

Jungkook jumped and squeaked when the toy buzzed inside him.

“A v—vibrator?”

“A special one,” Hoseok said. “Pay attention.”

Jungkook scowled. The vibration wasn’t steady. Rather, it seemed to follow a beat. He could almost pick it up...

Yoongi began to hum and Jungkook gasped. “Mic Drop!”

“Bingo, Jungkookie. This toy vibrates to music,” Namjoon said. “We’re gonna test our Golden Maknae’s talents.”

“How?”

“We’ll play you songs. If you get each song right - you get our cocks in you. Miss one, you only get to suck off the member you missed. Miss both and you only get to watch. And we have a special song... If you get it right, we’ll do more to you... Something that we know you love.”

Jungkook nodded, wetting his lips. “I’m ready.”

“And, baby?” Yoongi said. “No coming allowed.”

Jungkook whined but nodded, trying to relax and focus.

The room was silent save for their breathing. Jungkook clenched around the plastic, waiting for it to begin vibrating. When it did, he scowled, struggling to focus on the beat despite the barrage of stimulation against his prostate. There was a steady undercurrent, almost a soothing vibration, and overlaying that were steady, intense pulses, following a quick beat. Jungkook squirmed, trying to hear the distinct quality that he knew each of his lovers put into their tracks. “It’s— It’s Namjoon-hyung,” he whispered, shuddering when the pace picked up just a bit.

“Which song, baby boy,” Namjoon asked, sliding his hand down Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook whined, struggling to focus.

“Uhgood!”

“Good job.” Namjoon leaned down and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s lips. “Can’t wait to fuck you, Jungkook.”

“Please—“

“Gotta get the others right first.”

Jungkook frowned, steeling himself. He did one, he could do them all.

“Ready?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m ready.”

The vibration started up again, a steady thrumming against his most sensitive spot. He whined, trying to squeeze his legs together as his cock twitched.

“Hobi-hyung... It’s one of Hobi-hyung’s,” he panted, picking up the distinct tone that many of Hoseok’s raps took on.

“Mm, you’re right, Jungkook. Maybe you are the Golden Maknae after all, can do anything. Get it right for me,” Hoseok said. He pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek.

“H—“ He scowled, his heart thumping. “Airplane?” He guessed, knowing in the pit of his stomach it didn’t feel quite right.

“Wrong,” Yoongi said. Jungkook’s shoulders slumped and be pouted a little.

“It was Baseline.”

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jungkook whined, leaning toward where Hoseok was.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not mad,” Hoseok assured him, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips.

“Ready for the next one?” Yoongi asked.

“Isn’t it going to be yours for sure?”

“Not necessarily. I could throw you another of Namjoon’s to trick you, or a random one... Even another of Hobi’s. I have the controls.” Yoongi chuckled darkly, and Jungkook gulped, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m ready,” he whispered.

The vibration started again and Jungkook jumped. He shivered, squirming hard against his bindings.

“Jesus, what are you doing?” Namjoon teased. “He’s loving this... Any idea what the song is, baby?”

Jungkook nodded, wetting his lips. “I know it but it feels so good... I don’t want it to stop.”

Yoongi chuckled. “That so?”

Jungkook nodded. He shifted his hips so he could grind down onto the toy, driving it deeper into himself.

“He’s gonna come if he keeps this up,” Hoseok scolded. The vibration stopped and Jungkook groaned in frustration.

“It was Ddaeng,” he panted.

“Good boy.”

A fresh set of vibrations started, entirely different but equally as stimulating. Jungkook arched off the bed, his toes curling.

“Oh God, please!” He begged.

“Just a few more songs on my list baby, you can do this.”

Jungkook sobbed brokenly, his muscles clenching and releasing. “Hobi-hyung!” He whimpered. “It’s j— Just Dance!”

“Right. Just two more okay?”

Jungkook nodded. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, hands in tight fists. He hissed when the next song started, the vibration bordering on painful against his oversensitive prostate. His cock leaked on his belly, twitching and throbbing to its own beat.

“Oh God... Oh God, hyung please, it’s gonna make me come,” he pleaded.

“Maybe you should. What do you guys think?” Yoongi asked.

Namjoon chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind. And he did get Ddaeng right.”

“And he’s been so good,” Hoseok agreed.

“Guess it right and I’ll switch it back to Ddaeng so you can come,” Yoongi relented.

Jungkook bared his teeth, nostrils flaring as he struggled to focus amid all of the stimulation.

“Yoongi-hyung... It’s one of yours, I— Fuck, I can’t...” he began to squirm more, tears slipping out from under his blindfold.

“Give It to Me!” He sobbed brokenly. The song changed instantly, back to Ddaeng. It took all of two seconds for Jungkook’s body to clench and his cock to begin spilling on his stomach, twitching.

“Oh fuck,” Hoseok whispered.

The three untied Jungkook’s arms and legs even as his orgasm was still fading. Without warning, one of the others pulled the toy from his fluttering ass. He was scooped up into a warm embrace, his back to a firm, bare chest.

“Yoongi-hyung,” he mumbled, nuzzling against  him. Yoongi reached down, shifting their bodies until his slicked cock bumped against Jungkook’s hole.

“You told me to give it to you... Here it is. Take it,” Yoongi growled.

Jungkook moaned quietly. He let himself sink down, his rim stretching to encompass Yoongi’s thick cock. He whined softly when Yoongi pulled his thighs open further, wishing he could see.

Jungkook gasped when a second cock bumped against his already filled ass.

“Relax, Jungkook.” Hoseok’s voice was firm.

Jungkook nodded, unable to hide the grin spreading on his face. Rarely did his lovers do this; usually their schedule was too full to risk having him laid up with a sore ass. But they had almost a week off.

“Stick it in,” he whispered.

“Dirty mouth.”

“Fuck me,” Jungkook said sharply. “I want both your cocks in me, fuck me open so much I can’t sit. I want your come dripping out of me.”

Hoseok began to push in, and Jungkook squealed, grabbing for anyone he could reach.

“You’re so naughty, Jungkook,” Namjoon said from next to them, taking his hand and kissing over his neck. What would our fans say if they heard sweet innocent JK talking like some slut?”

“What would they say if they knew sweet, innocent JK was getting his ass gaped by the rappers since he was legal?” Jungkook shot back. He cried out when Hoseok began to move, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. Yoongi shifted, beginning to slide Jungkook’s body as well as he could along their cocks.

“Good point,” he panted, his voice strained under Jungkook. “Or if they knew your cute Golden Closet started because you like filming us wrecking your hole?”

Jungkook moaned happily, working himself down on their cocks.

“Or that Namjoon-hyung likes me messy... Waits until I’m loose and full of come before fucking me... That’s what you’re waiting for this time too, huh, hyung?”

“You know I am,” Namjoon panted.

“You should see how you look, baby,” Hoseok teased. “Your ass is so open right now.”

Jungkook shivered. “Unblindfold me.”

“No way,” Yoongi argued. We’re filming it.”

“I wish I could feel all three of you in me,” Jungkook whispered.

The three were silent a moment, and Jungkook’s cheeks began to burn.

“Do you want that?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook nodded.

“We can try it,” Hoseok agreed.

“Now?” Jungkook asked hopefully, his heart skipping a beat.

“I’m so close to coming already, it wouldn’t last,” Yoongi argued.

“Just a bit, please?”

“I’m willing,” Namjoon said.

“Same,” Hoseok agreed. Yoongi nodded against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“You gonna shift, Hobi. I’m gonna get us laid down more then Namjoon can go in behind you.”

Jungkook could barely breathe as they shifted him down and pushed his legs further open. He felt the tip of Namjoon’s cock against his stretched rim before he realized it.

“You ready?” Namjoon asked.

“Put it in.”

Namjoon began to push in, and all four moaned. Yoongi shivered hard under Jungkook, his arms tight around his middle. Hoseok began to thrust gently, helping Namjoon along. Jungkook grabbed Hoseok, shouting into his shoulder. The quad went still for a moment when Namjoon slid in, panting and steadying themselves.

“You okay?” Yoongi checked. Jungkook nodded, face still buried in Hoseok’s neck.

“I’m gonna move, okay?” Hoseok asked.

Jungkook nodded again, his grip tightening a little.

“Relax for us, okay?”

“I’m so stretched I don’t think I’m capable of relaxing,” Jungkook grumbled.

“Guess we’ll just have to relax you like this then,” Namjoon said. He and Hoseok began to thrust,  drawing a sharp cry from both Yoongi and Jungkook.

“I’m gonna come,” Yoongi warned, shifting as well as he could pinned under the others.

Jungkook pressed back against him, turning his head until Yoongi got the idea and caught his mouth in a kiss. Their tongues slid together, and Jungkook reached back to tangle his fingers in Yoongi’s hair.

“Come in me,” he whispered against Yoongi’s mouth. “Please, hyung— Come deep in me, start to fill me up.”

Yoongi swore under his breath. He bucked his hips up, and Hoseok hissed in surprise. He went still then, his cock throbbing hard against Jungkook’s inner walls and the cocks of his other boyfriends.

Yoongi’s cock began to soften, sliding out of Jungkook once the others began to move. He still nuzzled Jungkook’s neck, holding onto him as Hoseok and Namjoon shared his already aching ass.

The room was filled with the sounds of their fucking, the groan of the bed, the desperate whines from the members, soft cussing whenever one moved just right.

It was Hoseok that slipped over the edge next, no warning save for a deep grunt of Jungkook’s name. Namjoon pulled out, letting Hoseok have free reign of Jungkook as he came, his thrusts shallow and rough.

Jungkook barely had a moment to breathe before he was moved roughly onto the bed. The blindfold disoriented him further, and he could only feel hands on his hips, adjusting him how they wanted. His cock, hard again, was pinned between his stomach and the bed, and two firm hands spread him open.

“Fuck.” The curse came from Namjoon, and Jungkook flushed red hot. He could feel the cool air of the room licking his hole, open much further than it probably should ever be within reason.

“We made him gape,” Hoseok teased, a happy little chuckle slipping from his mouth.

“And all that come... You sure you’re gonna be able to even fuck him, Joon?” Yoongi asked.

“God yeah.”

Jungkook shouted into the mattress when Namjoon’s cock slid into his come slick, aching hole. He began to fuck him hard and fast, the obscene squelch of his ass making Jungkook that much more desperate. He writhed under Namjoon, rubbing his cock against the mattress even as Namjoon tried to pin his hips to the bed.

Namjoon kissed his cheek, panting in his ear.

“Dirty slut,” he growled. Jungkook whimpered.

“That’s it. Come on my cock. You’re so fucking loose. Three cocks up your ass and you were begging for it. Still needing your hole fucked, huh? Only way you can come these days.”

“Yes!” Jungkook sobbed, fucking himself back against Namjoon.

“That’s it, there you go,” Namjoon praised. He leaned back and pulled Jungkook open again. He pounded into him hard enough that Jungkook’s hips began to ache, his voice cracking as he screamed into the mattress.

“Here it is, baby... Come on, take it for me,” Namjoon warned.

Jungkook came first, clenching around Namjoon’s cock as he spilled onto the mattress. Namjoon snarled, slapping his ass twice hard before driving deep and going still. His cock throbbed deep inside Jungkook, the sure sign he was doing his part to make Jungkook as his own as well.

Yoongi tugged the blindfold off and Jungkook blinked tiredly, letting his eyes adjust before he looked around at his three lovers.

He smiled sheepishly at their intense stares, hiding his face in his arms. “What?” He mumbled.

“That was unbelievable,” Hoseok admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are you feeling?”

“It was a lot,” Jungkook admitted.

“Did we hurt you?” Yoongi worried.

“No, no. I’m okay. I’d just… Like to be held,” Jungkook said. His voice was surprisingly soft, a strange unease settling into his stomach. He knew his boyfriends loved him, and knew they wanted him safe and happy, but he knew he needed that support.

Namjoon curled up against him almost instantly, stroking a hand through his hair. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up then we can all go to bed, hm?”

Jungkook nodded, nuzzling against Namjoon’s chest. Hoseok rose, leaving momentarily to get a washcloth to clean them up. He did so silently, squeezing Jungkook’s hand gently as a way to offer some comfort.

The four piled onto the bed, Jungkook in the middle. Each was touching him in some way, sharing soft kisses among one another as they let sleep take over.

[here4theheartbreak]

Lost & Found (NamJinSeok)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jin x Namjoon

Genre(s): fluff

Rating: General Audiences

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: Lost

Tags: fluff, getting together, no sex, mutual pining, first kiss, faerie AU, faerie!Jin

Summary: Hoseok and Namjoon get caught in a flash flood while hiking. A mysterious man saves them, claiming to be a supernatural creature. He’s crazy, right?

Word Count: ~5.8k

It was not Hoseok’s idea of a good time to go hiking in the wilderness during the rainy season. Not that that stopped him from going along with the idea when it was Namjoon that suggested it. They had been friends since childhood, and Hoseok had been sporting the most maddening crush on the beautiful, big brained man for almost as long. Though they’d both had their fair share of attempts at relationships outside of their own friendship, Hoseok knew that he was simply not Namjoon’s type. He had settled on that understanding and had made his peace with it. As long as Namjoon was his friend, hopefully that would remain enough.

But here they were, miles away from civilization, off the mapped paths, with one broken phone and the other lacking service. And the downpour had only increased in the last hour, washing away any possibility of following their own footprints back the way they came.

The two were huddled under a tree that offered little protection from the torrents of icy cold rain. Namjoon was digging in his bag, searching for something.

“Would you be still!” Hoseok snapped, a little surprised at his own sharpness. He normally remained patient with Namjoon; a side effect of the crush he supposed, but this was his last straw. He was wet, cold, starving, and starting to seriously fear that they weren’t going to make it out of this alive.

Namjoon went still, looking at Hoseok. Though the night was dark, moon barely shining light down with the clouds and rain, Hoseok could see guilt written all over his face. His shoulders slumped. “We need to find some place more out of the rain!” He shouted over the downpour. “Do you know where we are at all?”

Namjoon shook his head. “I was looking for the map I’d put in the bag but it’s been soaked, I couldn’t look at it even if we had enough light to!”

“The water is rising, we have to move!” Hoseok warned, pointing toward the stream they’d been hiking along. Sure enough, the water was rising steadily, widening the stream and rising to the outcropping they’d taken refuge on.

Namjoon nodded. He pointed toward another large tree up a small hill.

“We can’t make that, it’s a wall of mud!”

“We have to try or drown!” Namjoon shouted. He grabbed Hoseok’s hand. “I won’t let you fall!”

Hoseok nodded, trying to swallow his fear down. They dove out from under the shoddy cover of the tree, both shouting into the darkness as the water pelted them full force with large, stinging drops. Namjoon nearly dragged Hoseok toward the hill, snagging a low hanging branch and using it to begin pulling himself up. Hoseok followed, their hands still locked as they struggled up the embankment.

A roar from above them made Hoseok’s blood run cold. He opened his mouth to shout to Namjoon when the sound reached a crescendo. A blanket of water rocketed over the top of the hill they were working their way up, knocking loose the mud they were using to climb and sending them tumbling down the embankment toward the already raging river.

Namjoon’s hand tightened on his, their fingers twining together. Hoseok screwed his eyes shut, afraid to open his mouth or breathe with the water splashing over his face. Rocks and sticks were pummeling his body, his bones screaming for relief. His lungs began to burn for oxygen, but there was no chance to breathe now, submerged under the water.

Namjoon’s hand loosened and then slipped from Hoseok’s grip. He wanted to scream; he couldn’t make it out of this without Namjoon. Spots danced against his eyelids, consciousness slipping. It was becoming so much harder to not breathe. It would be so easy to just let go, let the darkness take over. Especially now without Namjoon…

Something caught the back of Hoseok’s coat, stopping him from flowing further down the river. It yanked upward, and he was pulled from the water. He dragged in a desperate breath, opening his eyes. Lightheadedness clouded his vision, but he could have sworn the last thing he saw before passing out was a beautiful man with a glowing golden aura… And crimson red wings jutting from his broad back.

Hoseok’s stomach was what woke him first, if he was being honest. The gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach reminding him the last thing he remembered eating was a quick breakfast and a shared granola bar with Namjoon on the trail. Namjoon—

Hoseok’s eyes shot open. He sat up, a rush of nausea making him sway.

“Whoa, whoa, take it slow, Hobi,” Namjoon’s voice was warm and soothing. Hoseok looked over, tears welling in his eyes. Namjoon was sitting next to him, dry and in one piece, save for a small scratch across his cheek. A fire crackled next to him. Hoseok flung his arms around Namjoon’s neck, nuzzling against him.

“I thought you were dead,” he whispered.

“Almost… But I’m here.”

“How? I felt you let go of my hand and then something… Pulled. I was losing my mind, I saw—I thought I saw a man with wings. I must have been hallucinating.”

The clearing of a throat drew Hoseok’s attention toward the fire. Sitting on the other side of it was a tall man. He was dressed in pure white, his black hair a stark contrast, hanging down almost over his eyes. His shoulders were broad and firm.

“You! I saw you!” Hoseok cried. “But—You had… Wings.”

“Well…” The man chuckled a little, tilting his head. “I still have them, I suppose. You just can’t quite see them.”

Hoseok looked at Namjoon, who shrugged sheepishly. “I thought he was a lunatic.”

“It’s been said.” The man rose and leaned over the fire, sticking his hand out. “My name is Jin.”

“H—Hoseok.”

“Nice to meet you. It was me that saved you, yes. Are you okay? Are you hungry?” Jin sat back and turned, grabbing a basket of fruits and vegetables. “I’m afraid the rain has destroyed all chance of catching some meat, but I do have this.” He passed the basket to Hoseok, who picked up an apple and turned it in his hand.

“Why did you think he was a lunatic?” He asked hesitantly, looking at Namjoon.

“Because I’m a faerie.”

Hoseok froze with the apple poised to bite. He glanced at it and set it back in the basket. “Excuse me?”

Jin smiled broadly. “I’m a faerie. The wings were real.”

“How many mushrooms have you eaten?” Hoseok asked. Jin laughed then, an abrasive squeaking noise echoing through the cave. Hoseok winced visibly.

“I know you think I’m crazy. Ask your boyfriend though.”

“Oh, he’s not—”

“We’re not—” They both started at the same time, raising their hands in defense. Jin cocked one eyebrow, a small smile curving his lips.

“That so?”

Namjoon cleared his throat and turned to Hoseok. “It’s crazy but he… Is. I woke up when he was… Bringing us back here, this is his home. I saw his wings,” he said in a hushed tone as if Jin wasn’t there and couldn’t hear everything.

“His wings… Namjoonie, did you hit your head?”

“You know me, Hobi. You know I don’t believe this crap. He’s telling the truth.”

“So where are your wings now?” Hoseok challenged, chin jutting defiantly.

“That’s where it gets complicated. I’m not really… A full faerie. Not anymore,” Jin said softly, his smile drooping from his face. He sat up straighter and stripped out of his shirt, turning around. His back was covered in an intricate tribal tattoo. It ran in jagged lines from his shoulders downward to his lower back in the shape of wings. The majority of the tattoo was black, dotted with blood red points at various junctures of the design.

“It is hard for me to display my wings as… They should be. Saving you two, carrying you back in flight – It wore me out. I can’t, even if I wanted to.” He sat back down, tossing his shirt aside.

“What do you mean you’re not full faerie anymore?” Hoseok pressed.

“I was disowned. My family. But when a fae clan disowns one of their own, it breaks us. We’re pack animals, I guess. It weakens us and makes us more human-like.”

“You don’t really believe this, do you?” Hoseok asked Namjoon.

“I didn’t want to. But I woke up and I was being carried. Six feet above a rushing flood of water, by a man flying. You and me in his arms. He set me down in the cave, just like this and I—I saw it, Hoseok. I know it seems nuts but I saw it. He’s not a human.”

Hoseok scowled, still wondering how possible it was that Namjoon had some sort of head injury.

“Say I believe this crazy… And I can’t believe you believe it, Namjoon. You’re the most rational of our friend group. But say I believe it… Why were you disowned?”

“I broke one of our rules.”

“Which was?”

Jin lowered his gaze to the fire. “I fell in love with a human. And showed him what I was. There are legends of our kind, sure… But to give a human definitive proof – that’s a cardinal sin. Most of the stories humans tell about us are from those like me that were brazen enough to share ourselves with humans… And they usually paid with their lives or their magic.”

“But you?” Namjoon asked.

“I paid with the blood of my lover. Many years ago… I’ve been alone, hiding, since.”

“How old are you?” Hoseok asked. “You look our age.”

“Hundreds of years old. But I am more rapidly aging now. I would gather I have about the lifespan of a human left – sixty years maybe? Seventy?” He shrugged. “When you’ve existed in solitude as long as I have now, time doesn’t matter. Maybe that’s why I saved you two. You were quite lost.”

“Yeah, the raging river really helped with that.”

Jin laughed again. “You’re a fighter. I mean before the rain though. I was watching you two.” He smiled almost shyly, hiding his mouth under his hand.

“You were watching us?” Namjoon clarified.

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t stumbled on my cave. You were close before you got turned around. And… I was bored. Curious. I haven’t seen humans in many years.”

“You talk like we’re so foreign, but you look exactly like us, except the wing tattoo.”

“Hm… I do. Or do you look like my kind?” Jin flashed a playful smile and hopped to his feet, lithe despite his imposing size. “Want to play a game?”

“A game?” Hoseok glanced up toward the top of the cave where the rain could still be heard audibly coming down in torrents. “Not sure this is a good time to play.”

“Oh no, in the caves. Come on.” Jin held out his hands for the two of them. Hoseok looked over at Namjoon, who shrugged.

“You’re shrugging? At a strange man who says he’s a faerie… Wanting to lead us through a cave system?”

“He did save us. And there’s nothing better to do. Let’s go.” Namjoon took Jin’s hand and rose. Hoseok frowned a little, a little twist forming in the pit of his stomach when Namjoon smiled over at Jin. He was all too familiar with that feeling after this many years, and that look from Namjoon. Namjoon was interested in Jin, and he’d end up being a third wheel by the end of the night. Still, Hoseok rose, following after the two as Jin led them down a winding passageway.

The trio stopped in a wide area with four different tunnels, not including the one that they had come from.

“Hide and seek,” Jin said, a gleeful lilt in his tone.

“Are you kidding? We’re gonna get lost,” Namjoon argued.

“No you won’t, trust me. I’ve lived in these caves for years. I know every way in and out. Who wants to be the seeker first?”

Hoseok and Namjoon shared a glance. Jin beamed. “I’ll sweeten the deal… If you find me you get a kiss.”

“What?” Hoseok spluttered. Namjoon’s entire face went red.

“It’s lucky. Kiss from a faerie and you’ll have luck to spare.”

He winked. “Find me. Call my name if you need help… You can even both work together, if you’d like… But I might ask for something if you do.”

“What?” Namjoon asked. Jin beamed and thumbed his nose. “Guess you’ll have to find out when you find me. Close your eyes and count to twenty.”

Namjoon shrugged and shut his eyes. Hoseok followed suit, listening for any sound of Jin’s movement as they began to count aloud to twenty.

“Which way?” Namjoon asked when they’d reached the right number.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I have good ears, but I didn’t even hear him move.”

“Should we just pick a random way?”

Hoseok scowled, looking at each of the openings. They were all lit by some sort of glow that Hoseok assumed was fire.

“Which way would you go?”

“This one.” Namjoon pointed to the path directly opposite to the route they took to reach the divide. “We didn’t feel him walk past us so he probably just backed up.”

“Logical… But I don’t think so. That’s too obvious.”

“Wanna split up?”

“What if we get lost?”

Namjoon shrugged. “He said he’d make sure we didn’t.”

“Do you really trust him, Namjoon? I mean… You’re so rational but it’s like you’re in complete belief of this guy.”

Namjoon shrugged. “I am the rational one… But maybe... What if my rationale has caused me to miss all of this magic in the world? Then what is it for? I know what I saw. He’s not human. Can’t you feel it? The… Power coming off him?”

Hoseok snorted, turning and heading down the leftmost branch. “I think that’s pheromones, Joonie.”

“What?” Namjoon jogged to catch up with him. He stumbled over a ridge in the path and Hoseok turned, catching him without thought.

“Thanks…” Namjoon looked up at Hoseok, smiling sheepishly.

That old familiar double rapid pounding off his heart picked up when he realized Namjoon’s lips were so close to his. Just a shift… Easy… Hoseok cleared his throat and straighten up, helping right Namjoon. He dusted off his shirt and kept walking.

“What did you mean by pheromones?” Namjoon pushed.

“He wants to fuck you.” Hoseok’s tone was flat and simple, but something in his words must have startled Namjoon, because he stopped. It took Hoseok a moment to realize he wasn’t following him anymore. He looked back, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Did you just… Say he wants to fuck me?”

“Did I stutter?”

Namjoon shook his head. “He’s been flirting with you since you woke up, Hobi.”

Hoseok snorted. “You must have hit your head.”

Namjoon frowned, tilting his head a little. “Not that I recall.”

“Come on, let’s just find him and be done with this. Who decides to play hide and seek in a damn cave in a rainstorm?” “Well, if he is a faerie, they’re known to be mischievous, even to the point of being troublesome and poltergeist like. A game of hide and seek in a potentially dangerous location qualifies as that, I think.”

“Since when are you the Tinkerbell expert?” Hoseok asked, his shoulders hunched as he started down the path again.

“Well, I mean - just because I don’t… Didn’t… Believe, doesn’t mean I didn’t find mythical creatures interesting. I mean sure, trolls and goblins aren’t real but their mythology is interesting. Wait…”

“What?” Hoseok asked, glancing back. Namjoon was still following behind him, scowling. “If faeries actually are real… Does that mean other myths are too? Trolls, goblins, dragons, unicorns…”

“Sure, Namjoonie. Yoongi has a unicorn in his backyard, didn’t you know?” Hoseok teased. Namjoon scowled, his eyes narrowing.

“Not funny.”

“Kinda funny. You’re cracking up, Namjoon. Fantasy creatures aren’t real.”

“Look, you know me, Hobi.” Namjoon grabbed his wrist to stop him and make him face him. “You know I’m logical and clever and I think things though, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, please… This guy isn’t… He’s not human, Hoseok. Please believe me. You said you saw his wings too.”

“I don’t know what I saw.”

Namjoon stayed silent a moment, just watching Hoseok. Though he was saying nothing, Hoseok’s resolve began to crumble, and he shifted from foot to foot. “Okay. Fine. I admit… There’s something weird about him.  I don’t know if it’s… Magic… But he’s not quite…”

“Human.” Namjoon filled in. Hoseok shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Namjoon nodded, seemingly satisfied with Hoseok’s admittance, and headed back down the path they were going.

The two reached the end of the path without finding any sign of Jin. They turned back, discussing softly which route to take next.

“I mean… What do you think? What would you do to really try to trick someone?” Hoseok asked.

“Well…” Namjoon looked around at each of the branches of the cave. Hoseok wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking for; they all looked the same. Namjoon’s brows furrowed.

“Well…”

“What are you thinking with that big old brain of yours?” Hoseok half joked.

“Well…” Namjoon turned back the way they came. “If I wanted to fuck with someone and play a really good trick… I’d go back the way we came and sit by the nice warm fire while they searched all these dead ends.”

Hoseok’s brows shot up. “That’s a good point… Think he did?”

“Maybe. But wait… Didn’t he say when we found him he’d have us do something if we worked together?”

“What do you think that means?” Hoseok asked.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Namjoon headed down the path they had originally taken, back toward the entrance of the cave and the warm fire.

To neither of their surprise, when they entered the cavern that they had started in, Jin was stretched out beside the fire, still bare chested, munching on a handful of berries. He beamed at the two brightly, eyes shining in the firelight. “You found me.”

“You’re a trickster,” Hoseok teased. Jin’s grin widened.

“Not really. Tricksters are so much more mean. I just have fun. I guess you two earned your kisses.” He winked.

“You said if we worked together we’d need to do something for you. What is it?” Namjoon asked.

“Right! I did. Come sit over here with me.” He shifted and moved back onto a soft pile of bedding, criss-crossing his legs. Namjoon and Hoseok crossed over, sitting on the bedding with him. He turned and faced them, still smiling. He held out his hand. In his palm were two pieces of fruit, small and berry like. They were both a shade of orange so vibrant they looked fake.

“What’s this?”

“Take them. Don’t eat them yet, I need to tell you what they are.”

The two obeyed, examining the berries up close.

“These aren’t normal fruit. They’re from my realm. I mean -- So fae and humans live in the same realm technically, but we have passageways into different worlds. One of which these came from.”

“And what are these?” Namjoon asked.

“Have you ever heard of sodium pentothal?”

Hoseok shook his head but Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, truth serum, right? It’s not really, but they used to think it was.”

“Right. Do you know how it came into being?”

Namjoon shook his head.

“Supposedly an American chemist in the 1930’s discovered it. It was really useful as an anesthesia, but he was searching for something else.” Jin pointed to the berries in their hands. “His family was from Germany. They’d met fae and learned about - experienced, what these fruits do. He was obsessed with finding an equivalent to these in this world. Sodium thiopental - pentothal - was the closest thing he could find. But it wasn’t real.”

“Are you saying these are like a truth serum?” Namjoon asked. Jin nodded.

“Yes. They’re short acting. One berry for one or two questions. Entirely safe in small doses, but I wouldn’t take more than two or three max.”

“So why are you showing us these?”

“Because, you worked together to find me, so what I want is one answer from each of you. Eat it, I ask a question, you answer.”

“How do we know this is what you say it is?” Hoseok worried.

“If you’re afraid it’s poison, I’ll eat one too.” He plucked the berry from Hoseok’s fingers and popped it into his mouth, chewing. His nose scrunched as he swallowed. “Sour. Go ahead. Ask a question.”

“Are you really a mythological creature?” Hoseok asked.

“Grey area. To you, yes. Fae are myths. To me, no, I’m just a faerie.”

“What are you going to do with us?” Namjoon asked next, quickly.

“Keep you safe through the storm. Then I’ll help you find your path when it’s over so you can go home.”

Namjoon and Hoseok exchanged a glance. Hoseok shrugged. Jin held out another berry to Hoseok.

“Your turn.”

“Who first?”

“Hm… You.” Jin jutted his chin toward Hoseok. He nodded and took a deep breath before popping the berry into his mouth. He grimaced while chewing it.

“Too sour,” he complained.

“Sorry, they’re kinda bitter. I only have one question for you. How do you feel about Namjoon?”

Hoseok’s eyebrows shot up as he swallowed. “He’s my best friend,” he said without hesitation.

“But there’s more,” Jin pressed.

“Well, of course. I’ve been in love with him since we were young.” Hoseok’s eyes bulged and he slapped his hand over his mouth, looking over at the wide eyed Namjoon.

“You have?” Namjoon spluttered.

“Tell me more,” Jin pressed. “Why doesn’t he know?” Hoseok’s shoulders slumped. He let his hands fall to his lap, refusing to look at either of them as he spoke.

“Well, he’s my friend. He’s my closest friend and I didn’t want to lose him because he’s not interested in me. His type is… Well, guys like you. Not guys like me. So I just figured that if I was his friend that would be good enough… It’d be all I’d ever get.”

“Hobi,” Namjoon whispered.

“Your turn, Namjoon,” Jin said, motioning to the berry. He ate it without hesitation.

“Ask.”

“What do you feel about Hoseok?”

“I didn’t need the berry for this… I love the guy. He’s my world. He’s the only person who’s been there consistently for me since we were little. He’s held me up through every heartbreak and he’s the only person I trust with my whole heart.”

“So why haven’t you asked him to date you?”

“Because I didn’t think he was interested in me. For as smart as I am, I’m an idiot and I’m not very good looking and I’m kinda clumsy and dumb sometimes. He deserves so much more.”

“What?” Hoseok shouted, startling Namjoon. “You think I deserve more? I’ve been pining over you for years!”

Jin smirked a little. “Here’s where you apologize and kiss him, Namjoon,” he whispered. Namjoon looked over, his eyes going a little wide. Hoseok’s shoulders slumped.

“I mean… I wouldn’t mind that… If you wanted to…” He mumbled, feeling a little shy at Jin’s blatant suggestion.

“Wait… Before anything..” Namjoon pointed to Jin. “Why? You’ve been flirting with Hobi all night.”

“Was I?”

“No he was flirting with you,” Hoseok argued. “Question still stands but…”

“Oh, was I?”

Jin smiled a little. “Does it occur to either of you I might have been flirting with both of you?”

“Why still?” Namjoon asked. “We were dumb to our feelings… You could’ve had either one of us.”

“Most humans won’t date faeries, even if I did want you. Plus, I could see you liked each other. Just because I like you doesn’t mean I get to take you from someone who clearly has your heart.”

“Who says my heart is only big enough for one person?” Namjoon shot back.

Hoseok’s heart leapt into his throat. He looked over at Jin as well, noticing the softness in his beautiful features, and the almost sad depth of his dark eyes.

“You also promised us a kiss.”

“Oh, I did,” Jin said, meeting Hoseok’s gaze. “The kiss of a faerie is good luck… If you want it.”

“Kiss him first,” Hoseok whispered, motioning to Namjoon.

“Why?”

“I…” Hoseok frowned a little, his brows furrowed in thought. “I’m not sure. I just want to see it.”

“Of course.” Jin looked to Namjoon, eyebrows raised. Namjoon looked over at Hoseok. He leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly against Jin’s. Jin cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss.  

Hoseok gasped softly. He was sure it was just a trick of his eyes, but he was sure he saw a shimmer of something when their lips met.

Jin pulled back and brushed his nose over Namjoon’s. “There you go… Though with how unlucky you tend to be, you might need more than one kiss to counteract that.”

Namjoon chuckled. “How do you know I’m unlucky?”

“Call it a hunch.” He leaned forward and pressed another chaste kiss to Namjoon’s mouth before looking over at Hoseok. “Your turn.”

Hoseok shifted forward, knowing he probably looked terrified. Jin smiled patiently. “Haven’t done this much, hm?”

“Kissed strange men who claim they’re mythical beings with wings? No, can’t say I have… What was that… Spark that I saw?”

“Spark?” Namjoon asked.

“Hm… I don’t know. Guess we’ll have to see if Namjoon sees it when I kiss you,” Jin said, his mouth quirking up further to make his smile more mischievous. He closed the gap between their mouths quicky, earning a surprised squeak from Hoseok.

Jin tasted of watermelon and citrus, his lips smooth and steady. Hoseok’s heart skipped a beat when Jin touched his cheek. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along Jin’s soft bottom lip. Jin gave in, their tongues brushing together. Hoseok could feel Namjoon staring, but he didn’t feel embarrassed. If anything, he enjoyed it. And the knowledge that he’d soon be kissing Namjoon’s mouth was just as exciting.

Hoseok broke the kiss only when he couldn’t catch his breath, pulling back just enough to gasp in a quick breath. Namjoon swore softly.

“That was… Hot as hell,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I almost don’t wanna ask you to kiss me.”

“Why not?” Hoseok asked.

“You two… Look so good.”

“And you two will as well,” Jin assured him.

“Namjoonie.” Hoseok grabbed Namjoon’s shirt and dragged him close, their mouths slotting together perfectly. Namjoon relaxed against Hoseok’s body and his heart did a little flip of joy. He cupped Namjoon’s face, deepening the kiss. He wasn’t sure what would happen once they left this cave, and he wanted to remember this moment forever.

When they separated, Namjoon’s cheeks were beautifully mottled. He laughed a nervous little laugh and rubbed the back of his neck before looking over at Jin.

“May I kiss you again?” Jin asked softly.

“Wh-- Yeah.”

Jin leaned forward, starting slow but deepening the kiss quickly. Hoseok wet his lips, unable to tear his eyes away. Instead of the jealousy he had felt prior, he now felt an arousal all the way to his core. He reached out, running the tips of his fingers over Jin’s broad, bare shoulder and down his chest. Jin gasped lightly into Namjoon’s mouth when Hoseok brushed over his nipple.

Feeling brazen, Hoseok repeated the action and moved a little closer, sliding his hand lower. He circled the tip of his finger around Jin’s belly button before brushing over the waistband of his pants. He broke the kiss with Namjoon, meeting Hoseok’s gaze.

“Are you coming onto me, Hoseok?” He panted. Hoseok smirked.

“Maybe.”

“What’s gotten into you?” Namjoon asked, just as breathless. He was smiling as he spoke.

“I don’t know, honestly,” Hoseok admitted. “You didn’t… Do anything to us, did you?” He worried.

“Not at all. Sometimes being… Sometimes our magic can enhance a feeling, but it doesn’t put anything there that wasn’t already. I promise you that, I would do nothing without your complete consent.”

Hoseok nodded. “I believe you.”

“You do? What happened to, we must have hit our heads and he can’t be magical?” Namjoon teased, sliding his hand over Hoseok’s thigh.

Hoseok shrugged. “I guess he made a believer out of me.”

Namjoon licked his lips. He looked down at his hands. “So… What now?”

“You should rest,” Jin said. He took one of their hands in each of his. “Tomorrow it should stop raining. I’ll lead you to the right path home. And you two can start your lives together.” He released their hands and touched their jaws, smiling brightly.

Despite his comforting words, Hoseok felt uneasy. There was something wrong about this, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

“Lay with us?” Namjoon asked.

“You want me to?”

Namjoon nodded. Jin looked over at Hoseok, who nodded quickly as well. “Please.”

“Alright.” Jin rose and pulled over the other mat of blankets that Hoseok had woken up on. He laid them side by side and stretched out, worming his way under one of the blankets. “Come on then.”

Namjoon pressed himself against Jin, and Hoseok slid in behind him, brushing his lips over Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Hey, Jin…” He began. “Th—“

Jin reached out, placing two fingers over Hoseok’s mouth, silencing him.

“Don’t.”

“Why?” Hoseok asked.

“Because you never thank a fae. Do that and they’ll stay with you forever. At least… Until they have to call in thag debt.” He winked. “I know it. You don’t need to say it.”

Hoseok smiled a little and nodded. “As long as you know.”

Jin leaned over Namjoon and pressed a chaste kiss to Hoseok’s mouth.

“Rest.”

The three snuggled further under the blanket. The torrent of rain and crackling of the fire soothed them as they slipped to sleep in one another’s arms.

The next morning, after a breakfast of fruits, Jin led the two out of the cave. The trees were sagging with water and the ground was squishy with mud piled inches high. Hoseok held Namjoon’s hand as Jin led them without words. He reached out when they’d been walking a bit, touching Jin’s hand.

“Hey… Last night.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jin said. He glanced back and nodded toward their linked hands. “Meant to be.” Hoseok didn’t miss the small, sad smile, or the squeeze before he dropped his hands.

“The path!” Namjoon cried in surprise when Jin led them around a small cluster of trees nearly an hour later. “We were so lost.”

“You wandered a long way from the path,” Jin agreed, stopping at the side of the rock paved path. A lot of it had been washed away or otherwise destroyed by the flooding, but it was still visible, winding down the hill and toward where Hoseok hoped their car was still parked.

Jin turned around and smiled at them. “I am glad I could help you find your way. Both… To the path and to each other.” He pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek and then Hoseok’s before circling around them and heading back into the woods.

Hoseok glanced at Namjoon before calling out. “Jin, wait!”

Jin turned back. “What?”

Hoseok rushed up to him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He held Jin’s cheeks. “Thank you.” He said firmly.

Jin’s eyes widened a little. “Hoseok--”

“I know. I remember what you said last night. Thank you, Jin.” He kissed him again before walking back to Namjoon. They both looked back at Jin, who was still standing in the same place, his cheeks mottled pink and his expression unreadable.

“Let’s go home,” Namjoon whispered, still looking at Jin. They turned back and headed down the path toward their freedom.

Once in the car, Hoseok slumped in the seat. “Why do you think he stayed?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe he didn’t want to be around us.”

“It felt…” Hoseok shrugged. He started the car and headed toward their home. “So what do we do?”

“I want to take you on a legit date… For real. I’m sorry I didn’t see it before.”

“Guess I’m just a good actor.” Hoseok chuckled without much humor.

“I can’t stop thinking about Jin,” Namjoon admitted after a few minutes of silence.

“Me neither. All alone in the woods… He said his family had left him… He’s got no one… Why didn’t he understand what we meant when I thanked him?”

Namjoon shrugged softly. “I don’t know. I wish he would have… I didn’t mean to… Fall for him.”

“Neither did I. I thought he was nuts.” Hoseok chuckled. He reached over, taking Namjoon’s hand. “But I’m glad he led us to each other.”

“You wanna come in for a while?” Namjoon asked when they arrived at his small apartment.

“I’d love to.”

The two entered, still walking close enough to bump shoulders. “Water?”

“Dying of thirst.”

The two walked into the kitchen. Namjoon shouted and Hoseok swore.

Jin was perched on the kitchen counter, a pair of stone-washed white jeans and a nice white button up. His hair was combed neatly, and his bright red and black wings were on proud display. He beamed at the two.

“You know what happens when you give thanks to a fae, guys?” He asked, hopping off the counter. His wings folded behind him, disappearing as easily as if they had never been there. It took a moment for the two to answer.

“Wh-- You don’t leave them alone?” Hoseok stuttered.

“Mm. Better yet… You let us in. We can stick around, pester you…” He circled around the two. He brushed his lips over Namjoon’s neck and then Hoseok’s ear. “Fuck around with you… Make your life a living hell… Or heaven… Depending on how you treat us.”

“And what if we treat you like you’re a part of our relationship?” Namjoon asked.

“Then you might be getting more of those lucky kisses than you know what to do with.”

Hoseok turned, cupping Jin’s cheek with one hand. “Tell me, faerie boy… If your kisses are lucky… What do more intimate things do for us humans?” He slid his hand up Jin’s thigh.

Jin’s eyes fluttered shut. “Not sure… But I’d love to find out.”

Namjoon went forward, nosing his way over to kiss Jin’s mouth. Hoseok kissed over his neck.

“My bedroom,” Namjoon mumbled. Hoseok nodded. He grabbed Jin’s hand and Namjoon’s smiling softly at them both.

As they made their way to the bedroom, stealing kisses, Hoseok’s heart swelled. When he’d started in on that stupid hike with Namjoon it was just to appease his friend, his secret crush that he never had a chance in hell with. Now he was going to bed with not only the man he’d wanted for years, but the man… Sort of man, that had brought them together, and that he’d possibly fallen for in the process. He’d never been happier. Maybe losing their way that night was the only way to find the right path to their destinies.

[here4theheartbreak]

Ready (YoonMinJoon)

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Relationships: Jimin x Namjoon x Yoongi

Genre(s): smut, PWP Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: First Time

Tags: smut, pwp, first time, dirty talk, bareback, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, oral sex, bottom!Jimin, implied switch!Namjoon, top!Namjoon, top!Yoongi, established relationship

Summary: Jimin is finally ready to give a special part of himself to his boyfriends. They do their best to make it special.

Word Count: ~2.4k

A/N: This was written for Jimin’s birthday, and also fulfills an anonymous request in which someone was hoping for bottom!Jimin with one or more of his hyungs. Hope this is what you were hoping for! Thank you!

“I don’t get it?”

Jimin glanced up from his phone at the pouting Jungkook.

“Get what?”

“You three.”

Jimin smiled patiently. He was used to questions from Jungkook about his relationship with Namjoon and Yoongi. As many years as they’d lived and worked together, Jungkook’s curiosity was never sated. He set his phone aside, giving Jungkook his full attention. “What don’t you get?”

“You’re all together. So why... Are you out here, while they’re in there?” He motioned to the closed bedroom door.

“Because they’re having sex,” Jimin said bluntly.

“I figured as much. I’m not naive.” He stuck his tongue out at Jimin, who grinned.

“Oh I know. We heard Jin-hyung banging you through the floor last night.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and his cheeks mottled red. “We weren’t that loud,” he grumbled.

“Hm. Yeah, Taehyungie considered earplugs.”

“Don’t change the subject. If you’re dating them, they’re in there having sex... Why aren’t you in there too?”

“I don’t want to have sex.”

“But aren’t you jealous?”

“Why would I be? I’m dating them both.”

“But they’ve got this whole thing that you’re not a part of.”

“Because I’m not ready.” Jimin hesitated for a moment, looking at his hands. “Well, I wasn’t.”

“But now?” Jungkook pushed. Jimin shrugged.

“Now I don’t know. I’ve been thinking a lot more about how nice it might feel... I just don���t know how to tell them.”

“Are you afraid?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, of course not. They love me. It’s just not something we talk about. They trust me to tell them when I’m ready. I just... Don’t know how.”

“How far have you gone with them, Jimin-ssi?”

Jimin flushed.

“That’s personal, Jungkookie.” When Jungkook remained silent, Jimin sighed. “I’ve sucked Namjoon-hyung’s dick. I’ve given both of them handjobs. And I’ve watched them...”

“So not too far at all, huh?” Jungkook shrugged. “They won’t know you want it unless you say something. And if you keep it to yourself you might start resenting that part of the relationship, I think.”

Jimin huffed. “How did you get so wise, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook beamed. “Good hyungs raising me I s’pose.”

The bedroom door opened and Namjoon padded out, wearing only his boxers. His collarbone was speckled with bites. He wrapped his arms around Jimin. “Come snuggle with us.”

Jimin grinned and nodded, rising. He met Jungkook’s gaze.

‘Tell them,’ Jungkook mouthed. Jimin nodded, letting Namjoon lead him into the bedroom.

Jimin stripped down to his boxers, settling between his two boyfriends. The room reeked of their sweat and sex, and it made his stomach knot in arousal. He nuzzled gently against Namjoon’s throat, letting his teeth graze over his pulse point. Namjoon groaned.

“Don’t tease, I’m too sore.”

Jimin giggled and turned his head, meeting Yoongi’s sleepy but intense gaze.

“Kiss me?” Jimin asked in a voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi obliged, holding him close. Namjoon kissed along his shoulder.

Jimin broke the kiss, his eyes closed as he focused on the attention his boyfriends were lavishing on him.

“I—“ his voice gave out, stilling both of the others. Jimin swallowed the lump down. “I’m ready,” he whispered.

The room was still enough that a pin dropping would have been explosively loud. Jimin’s cheeks began to burn. He tried to sink lower under the covers, but Yoongi’s grip tightened just enough to keep him still.

“What did you say?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m... I’m ready. To give myself to you two. I— I want to lose my virginity. I want you two to—“ his voice died in his throat.

“Are you sure, Jimin?” Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately. You two— I want to share that part of myself too. I’m ready.”

Namjoon’s lips brushed over Jimin’s shoulders. “Do you want to be on the bottom? Or would you rather take me?”

“Bottom. I want to feel you both... Maybe in the future I’d top but, for my first time...”

“I get it,” Namjoon assured him.

Jimin looked at Yoongi. He was watching Jimin with a gentle expression. His mouth curled up into a half smile when their gazes met.

“Will you do it?” Jimin whispered.

“Of course we will,” Yoongi said. “Whenever you want it.”

“I—“ Jimin frowned. “I don’t know. I’m afraid if we plan it I’ll just panic until it happens.”

“How about we plan it then?” Namjoon offered. “Yoongi-hyung and I. Plan it and surprise you.”

“Would you?”

“That would be fun,” Yoongi agreed. “One question though... Condoms?”

“No.” Jimin’s answer was quick enough that Yoongi chuckled. “Want it bare, huh?” He teased, nuzzling over Jimin’s throat. Jimin bared his neck, biting his bottom lip. “Of course I do. I don’t want anything between us.”

“We’ll make it good for you, Jimin, I promise,” Namjoon murmured.

“I know. I trust you.”

“Until then... You cut my kisses short,” Yoongi grumbled, dragging Jimin back into a kiss.

Nearly two weeks passed before Jimin was reminded of his confession. It was mid-afternoon, and he had been working on new choreography with Hoseok nearly all day. He received a text from Namjoon. ‘Clean up in the shower tonight. Yoongi-hyung can help if you need it.’

Jimin’s heart was in his throat immediately. He knew exactly what Namjoon was implying, and what it meant. He could barely focus the remainder of practice, and nearly knocked Jungkook over trying to get to one of the bathrooms when they finally made it home.

Yoongi glanced up from the couch when Jimin rushed past. He chuckled.

“What’s with him?” Hoseok asked, flopping into the couch.

“Hm. Don’t know. Maybe he needs to pee.”

Hoseok cocked an eyebrow at Yoongi’s flippant answer. “Did one of you text him? He started acting weird after a text.”

“I’ve been on the couch all day.”

“He’s not lying,” Jungkook said, settling into his chair by the television with an armful of snacks. “He literally hasn’t moved.”

Yoongi smirked. “Thank you. But now I’m going to.” Yoongi clapped Hoseok’s leg before disappearing into the bedroom he shared with Jimin and Namjoon.

Jimin entered the bedroom nearly an hour later, his hair damp. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight. The room was dimly lit, with candles and a few vases of flowers scattered about. Namjoon and Yoongi were on the bed, nude save for their boxers. They were kissing deeply, hands roaming over one another’s bodies. Yoongi broke the kiss first, looking over at Jimin.

“Still want this?”

Jimin nodded. He stripped out of his shirt and crawled onto the bed in just his sweats. Namjoon shifted, allowing him to get between them.

“Mm... you smell amazing,” Yoongi mumbled. He kissed over Jimin’s shoulder. “We’re gonna make you moan so loud baby...”

“Gonna fall apart for us,” Namjoon agreed, catching Jimin’s mouth in a kiss. Jimin whined softly. “Hyung—“

“Do you have a preference to who takes you first?” Yoongi asked. Jimin shook his head.

“I don’t care. Just one of you, please.”

“Gotta get you ready first, baby. Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Yoongi slid down, grabbing Jimin’s sweats and tugging them off. He pushed Jimin’s legs open, pressing gentle kisses along his thighs.

“Just focus on me, okay? He won’t hurt you,” Namjoon mumbled against Jimin’s mouth. Their kiss deepened until Jimin gasped, breaking it to look down. Yoongi was between his thighs, his tongue marking swirled patterns over Jimin’s hole.

“Feels good, huh?” Namjoon asked. He slid his hand down Jimin’s stomach, running his thumb over his tip. “Feels better when his tongue slips inside.”

Jimin whined, arching his back a little.

“Don’t worry - I’m sure he’s gonna make you nice and loose. Once he made me come just from his tongue and fingers.”

Namjoon began to stroke Jimin’s cock as he spoke. “I was still coming down from my high when he started fucking me. I thought I died and went to heaven; I’ve never had two orgasms in a row like that.”

Jimin blinked, struggling to stay focused on Namjoon. Yoongi’s tongue was prodding at his opening, teasing it into relaxing. Namjoon continued to talk, stories of things Yoongi had done in bed, promises of fun to come. As he did, he moved down slowly, finally cutting himself off by swallowing down the length of Jimin’s cock.

Jimin shouted, burying his fingers in Namjoon’s hair. Yoongi’s fingers and tongue were spreading his ass, the soft wet noises of Yoongi eating him out. Namjoon’s deep, guttural swallows added to the sounds making Jimin’s stomach knot up.

Yoongi shifted, two fingers buried deep inside Jimin and thrusting quickly. He moved his head next to Namjoon. The two shared a sloppy kiss, tongues and lips sliding over Jimin’s spit slicked cock. Namjoon moved down, letting Yoongi take over his cock.

Namjoon’s mouth felt entirely different, but just as good. His tongue pumped into Jimin’s ass, using the space Yoongi made with his fingers. He moaned happily, squeezing Jimin’s thighs like a man starved.

Yoongi bobbed his head, his eyes shut tight and the corners of his mouth twisted up into a tiny smirk. He pulled off Jimin’s cock with a smirk.

“He’s ready for you.”

“You sure?” Namjoon asked. Yoongi nodded.

“You know I like going second.”

Namjoon nodded, rising up. He took the lube and slicked his cock. Yoongi withdrew his fingers.

“You sure about this?” Namjoon asked again, the tip of his cock bumping Jimin’s fluttering hole. Jimin nodded quickly.

“I’m ready.”

Namjoon nodded. He pushed in slow and steady, mouth opening in a soft gasp. Jimin whimpered, biting his bottom lip.

“Does it hurt?” Yoongi worried.

“No, it’s so good,” Jimin panted. He fisted the sheets by his hips. “You’re so big, hyung.”

Namjoon groaned. He pumped his hips a few times and pulled out. “Yoongi-hyung, put it in... You gotta feel how nice he feels.”

Yoongi crawled up and took Namjoon’s spot. He slicked his cock and pushed in, swearing under his breath. Jimin smirked.

“You sure this doesn’t hurt?” Yoongi asked. “You’re a vise.”

“Feels good... Please, both of you... Take me.”

“As you wish.” Yoongi gave a few lazy pumps of his hips before pulling out. Namjoon took his place, picking up a steady pace. Just when Jimin started to get used to his size, Namjoon pulled out and Yoongi took over.

The two took turns on Jimin’s body for nearly an hour, edging themselves as well as their writhing, pleading boyfriend. His cock leaked on his stomach, red and needy. His hole ached in the best way, loose enough to give a dirty little gape whenever they switched places.

Finally, Yoongi flopped down next to Jimin. He began to kiss his neck.

“Namjoon’s cock feels nice, doesn’t it?” He whispered. Jimin nodded, moaning when Namjoon struck his prostate.

“Yeah, nice and long... Just thick enough for your tight little ass...” He chuckled. “Though, not too tight now... We loosened you up really good on our cocks. He’s close. Can you feel his cock twitching in you?”

Jimin nodded again. He reached for his cock, desperate to get some stimulation, but Yoongi pushed his hand away.

“No way. You’re gonna come on our cocks tonight. Watch him. He’s so close. Watch how good you’re making him feel.”

Jimin forced his eyes open. Namjoon was huffing softly, his face twisted in determination.

“Come in me, hyung,” Jimin whined, trying his best to clench around Namjoon.

Namjoon gasped, driving in harder and deeper. Jimin cried out in surprise.

“He’s gonna come. Let yourself go, Jimin,” Yoongi demanded.

Namjoon slammed in hard, going still. His cock began to throb and twitch, the telltale sign that he was coming. Jimin shuddered, his orgasm rolling over him with surprising slowness. His cock twitched on his belly, come spilling out of the tip as he shivered through it.

Jimin had barely recovered when Yoongi rose. He and Namjoon shared a deep kiss as they switched spots, Yoongi’s thick cock stretching Jimin wide as he began to fuck into him.

Namjoon stretched out next to him.

“Just let it happen. Don’t fight anything with Yoongi-hyung... He’s gonna make you scream for him.”

Jimin whimpered, looking down at Yoongi.

“Come on,” Yoongi coaxed, slamming in. “Don’t be shy baby boy. I know you want this.”

“I do... Oh god!” Jimin shuddered when Yoongi hit his prostate. He smirked, driving in at the same angle, over and over.

Jimin screamed, his cock twitching on his stomach. Yoongi grabbed his thighs, bending Jimin nearly in two. He used the new angle to drive deeper, grunting softly as he wrung shouts out of Jimin.

Jimin sobbed brokenly. “Please— Make me come on your cock too, hyung.”

“Oh I will, baby. Just enjoy it. Every night. Make sure both my boys are happy.” Yoongi glanced over at Namjoon and winked. Namjoon chuckled, resting his head on Jimin’s shoulder.

“You’re so hard already, Minie... You’re gonna come so hard for him.”

Jimin nodded. He grabbed Namjoon’s hand, squeezing as Yoongi used his ass.

“Come on baby, I know you’re close again,” Namjoon coaxed.

“Please— Just a little more—“

Yoongi sped up, and Namjoon chuckled. “Keep asking for more and next time we’ll both fuck you... At the same time.”

Jimin shouted their names, his body going stiff. He came for the second time that night, his cock twitching and jerking as he spilled over his chest and stomach.

Yoongi growled at his sudden tightness, pumping his hips quickly before going still himself as his own orgasm hit.

Yoongi pulled out carefully when he began to soften, stretching out next to Jimin. He grabbed. A pack of cleaning wipes, cleaning up Jimin before himself and Namjoon.

“How was your first time?” He asked softly.

“You sound nervous, hyung.” Jimin’s voice was thick with exhaustion.

“Well, it’s something special... We tried really hard to make it nice,” Namjoon admitted.

“It was perfect, guys... I had fun, it felt great,”

Jimin assured them. He watched Yoongi rise to blow out the candles.

“No regrets?”

Jimin shook his head. “Not one. Exhaustion. And I’m gonna be sore tomorrow... But no regrets.”

“Do you want to shower? Or just sleep?” Yoongi asked, crawling back into bed.

“Sleep... I can shower tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Jimin, Namjoon.”

“Night, hyung.”

“Night, Yoongi-hyung.”

Yoongi rolled to his side, his body relaxing into the bed. Jimin smiled.

“I have one question,” he said, turning to look at Namjoon.

“Hm?”

“Were you serious about taking me at the same time?”

Namjoon smirked, his eyes closed. “Definitely.”

Jimin grinned, kissing his dimpled cheek. “I can’t wait. Goodnight, Namjoonie-hyung.”

Namjoon chuckled. “G’night, Minie. Sleep well.”

[here4theheartbreak]

Three Times as Much (Vocal Line)

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Relationships: Jimin x Jin x Jungkook x Taehyung Genre(s): smut, PWP Written for @btspolyshipbingo

Square Filled: Jimin x Jin x Jungkook Tags: smut, pwp, dirty talk, bareback, rough sex, foursome, ass to mouth, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying during sex, forced orgasms, light bondage, double penetration, triple penetration, multiple partners, switch!Taehyung, switch!Jimin, switch!Jin, switch!Jungkook, aftercare

Summary: Jin needs a little punishment. His boyfriends are happy to oblige. Word Count: ~2.9k

A/N: This fulfills two requests I got forever ago. One with some of the others punishing Jin, and one with the request for overstimulation until Jin cried. Hope this satisfies! Thank you so much for sending them in!

Jin’s eyes fluttered open when he felt the weight on his chest. He looked up, surprised to see Jimin straddling his middle, hands splayed on his chest and nude as the day he was born. He was pinning Jin’s arms down with his knees.

“Jimin— Oh!” Jin shifted as well as he could, just able to spot Jungkook behind Jimin, lips wrapped around the tip of Jin’s cock as he stroked the shaft.

“Why?” Jin groaned, looking up at Jimin.

“You have been so mean to us lately, hyung.” Taehyung’s voice was barely above a whisper. Jin looked over, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of his third lover, just as bare as the others, leaning against the wall. He slid a hand down his stomach and gave his cock a gentle tug.

“We’re tired of being the center of your jokes for the fans. It’s our turn to push you around.”

Jin swallowed hard at the threat in Taehyung’s voice.

“Well, waking me up with sex isn’t much of a punishment,” he said simply. He hissed when Jungkook’s teeth grazed his sensitive tip. “And you know I like it rough.”

“We know. But we also know you’re such a sensitive lover...” Jimin ran his short nails down Jin’s chest, purposely catching on his nipples. Jin shuddered, looking up at him. “We know you inside and out, hyung... And we’re gonna make sure you’re sorry.”

With that, Taehyung stepped forward. Jimin and Jungkook both moved, helping Taehyung grab Jin’s arms and tie them to the headboard with smooth ropes.

Jin struggled weakly, his heart pounding and cock hardening further. He looked around once his arms were secured. “What? Going to just stare at me all day? Now that would be cruel punishment.”

“We wouldn’t do that to you,” Jungkook agreed. He crawled back onto the bed and pushed Jin’s legs open. He took the tube of lube that Taehyung offered before beginning to work Jin open.

At the same time, Jimin began to stroke Jin’s cock, leaning down and sucking gently on the tip of it. Taehyung crawled into the bed next to Jin, kissing him deeply for a few moments.

When Jin was hard enough, Taehyung added lube to himself and settled onto his lap, groaning happily as Jin filled him. Behind him, Jungkook pushed himself in, surprising Jin into a sharp moan.

“Warn a guy,” he complained.

“I’m gonna use your mouth. There’s your warning,” Jimin teased, grabbing Jin’s hair. He opened his mouth despite glaring up at Jimin, letting him slide his cock home.

Jungkook picked up a quick pace, already moaning and shuddering.

“Don’t come too fast, Jungkookie,” Taehyung panted, bouncing on Jin’s lap.

“I can’t help it. His ass is so tight...”

Jin moaned uselessly around Jimin’s cock, spreading his legs wider.

“He should come,” Jimin disagreed. “He can always fuck Jin-hyung again. Plus, I know our hyungie loves being filled with Jungkookie’s come, huh?” He taunted. He pulled his cock free from Jin’s mouth and patted his cheek. “Isn’t that right, hyung?”

Jin groaned helplessly, his eyes rolling back. He struggled against the ropes binding his hands to the bed.

“Please—“

“Already begging? But the day’s just started,” Taehyung teased. He pulled off Jin’s cock and moved over, letting Jimin take his place. Jimin moaned softly, letting his head fall back as he settled onto Jin’s lap.

“God, that’s perfect.”

“You always look like you’ve died and gone to heaven when you ride Jin-hyung,” Taehyung teased, stroking himself gently.

“Because his cock is heaven.”

“Excuse me, I’m right here,” Jungkook pouted, slamming pointedly into Jin.

Jin shouted, arching his back and driving himself deeper into Jimin.

Jimin groaned, biting his bottom lip. “I didn’t say yours wasn’t heaven too, baby... But please do that again.”

“This?” Jungkook slammed in, earning another buck and about from Jin. Jimin grinned.

“God yeah. Keep going.” He began to ride Jin, matching his thrusts to Jungkook’s.

Jin thrashed his head, his toes curling against the mattress.

“I’m gonna come too soon,” he pleaded when Jimin began to clench around his aching cock.

“Come whenever you want to, hyung. Suck my cock.” Taehyung slid up and pushed his tip into Jin’s open mouth, beginning to thrust lazily as he watched the other two.

Jimin leaned back against Jungkook, his eyes half closed. Jungkook kissed along his neck, making sure he kept eye contact with Jin, not breaking his speed. Jin gagged on Taehyung’s cock, his own balls drawing up as he struggled to fend off his orgasm. He began to writhe against his lovers, drawing even more excited moans from them. Taehyung pulled his cock free and moved down, kissing Jin’s cheek.

“That’s it. Gonna fill up Jimin? Hm? Gonna make him nice and wet for us to play with? Come on Jungkookie’s cock?”

“Please— Not yet—“ Jin whined.

“Oh yeah, I think now is perfect. Look at how ready Jimin is for your come, hm? Not gonna disappoint our sweet boy, are you?” Taehyung slid his hand down under Jimin’s ass and grabbed Jin’s balls, gently kneading and pressing them as he spoke.

Jin hissed, screwing his eyes shut. His entire body went rigid and Jungkook shouted in surprise.

Jimin laughed lightly, settling deep onto Jin’s lap.

“Feel it, Jimin?” Taehyung asked. Jimin nodded.

“He’s coming so hard.... Feels so good.”

Jungkook adjusted his grip on Jin’s hips, beginning to thrust again. Jin whined in response, his thighs shaking.

“Aw, someone is getting soft,” Jimin teased, grinding down on Jin’s lap. “Did we fuck the come out of you, hyung?”

“Yes,” Jin panted, relaxing when Jungkook pulled out. Jimin pulled off as well, and took the spot Jungkook vacated. He pushed Jin’s legs open further and braced a pillow under his hips.

“What—“

“Well, we told you this was punishment. You didn’t think it would be one orgasm and that’s it, did you?” Jungkook asked. Jin swallowed hard.

“But, I—“

“You’ve got three boyfriends. And not one of us has come even once. You’re not done.” Taehyung grinned as he spoke.

Jimin slid home, gasping softly. “Fuck, Jungkookie, you sure you didn’t come?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I just made sure he was nice and wet. Like it?”

“I love it.”

Jimin began to thrust, holding Jin’s hips. Taehyung leaned down, grabbing Jin’s softened cock. He stroked it, ignoring Jin’s cry.

“Wanna share?” He offered. Jungkook immediately moved down, leaning down and running his tongue over the tip. Taehyung joined in, and the two took their time kissing and sucking every inch of Jin’s hypersensitive cock and balls.

He screamed their names, writhing under the constant touches. Though it felt good, each touch was fire to his nerves. He felt his body responding, cock stiffening in Jungkook’s mouth, a bit more in Taehyung’s, and his cries turned to moans.

“That’s what we wanted,” Taehyung praised. “Can I?” Jungkook asked. Taehyung nodded, scooting back.

“Watch, hyung.”

Jungkook climbed onto Jin’s lap backwards, jutting his ass out and holding himself open. His lips met Jimin’s in a messy kiss.

Taehyung line’s Jin’s spit slicked cock up and helped lower Jungkook onto it, making sure Jin could see each inch stretching him open.

Jin whined low in his throat, his hips trying to arch against Jimin’s firm grip.

When Jungkook reached the base of Jin’s cock he pulled off just as slow, moaning into Jimin’s mouth. He sank back onto Jin’s cock once more, before picking up a steady pace.

“You want him to fill you up too, baby?” Jimin asked, reaching down to stroke Jungkook’s cock as they fucked their lover. Jungkook shook his head.

“No. He’ll be in so much trouble if he comes in me. I wanted to feel his cock... Make him stretch me out. But I want him to come in Taehyungie-hyung.”

“That so?” Taehyung asked, smirking at Jin, who’s eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Mhm. So I can fuck it out of you later.”

“So dirty, Jungkook,” Taehyung mock scolded. “Well, get him close then we’ll switch.”

Jungkook nodded.

“I’m close,” Jimin warned, picking up his pace. Jin moaned, spreading his legs further. He bucked against Jungkook and Jimin, pleading softly.

“Fuck, I’m so close, I just need—“

“I got it,” Taehyung said. He slid behind Jimin and spread him open. He used the tip of his own cock to gather some of the come that had leaked down Jimin’s thigh. He slid home, beginning to fuck into Jimin’s ass without hesitation.

Jimin shouted happily, bucking into Jin. “That’s it, yes! Come on, harder,” he demanded.

“Jin-hyung sure made a mess out of your ass,” Taehyung teased. Jimin nodded, his fingers biting bruises into Jin’s hips.

He drove in three more times before going still save for the shudder of his thighs as he came. Taehyung pulled out gently, taking Jungkook’s place wordlessly. He met Jin’s gaze as he settled onto his cock.

“You’re going to come in me.”

Jin nodded.

“I wanna be wrecked, hyung.”

Jin nodded again, blinking away tears. Taehyung began to ride him with long, exaggerated thrusts. He pulled almost all the way out before driving back in. Jin’s arms jerked, his muscles bulging. Behind Taehyung, Jimin pulled out and Jungkook to his place, driving home as Jimin stretched out next to Jin to recover.

Taehyung leaned against Jungkook, turning to share a messy kiss. “How’s he feel?” Taehyung asked.

“So wet... Jimin-ssi made such a mess,” Jungkook chuckled, driving in hard. “I love it.”

Taehyung moaned when Jin’s cock twitched deep inside him.

“God, you fill me up just right, hyung.”

Jimin laughed tiredly. He reached out, pinching Jin’s nipple. “Admit it, Tae — the second Jin-hyung took our virginities we were addicted to his cock.”

Jin moaned loudly, shuddering. “Please, I’m sensitive—“ he whined.

“Aw, need to come again?” Taehyung teased.

Jin nodded.

“Please— Gently—“ he hissed when Taehyung slammed down.

“Hear that, Jungkookie? Gentle.”

“Nope.”

Jungkook shifted Jin’s hips up as much as he could and began to fuck into him hard and fast. Taehyung took the hint as well, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Jin screamed helplessly, his cock throbbing almost painfully as the two forced him nearer to orgasm.

Jimin slid over, sucking a bruise onto Jin’s shoulder. He thrust his hips lazily against Jin’s side, his cock slowly beginning to harden.

“Taehyung—Jungkook!” Jin bucked against his lovers as he came, a pained scream ripping from his throat. Taehyung moaned happily, holding tight to Jin as he clenched around him.

“Thank you, hyung,” he cooed playfully.

Jin half smiled, hissing when Taehyung slowly pulled off his cock. He settled next to Jimin, sharing a kiss with him.

“He’s all yours for now, Jungkook.”

Jin’s eyes snapped open. “Please— I can’t—“

“You’re gonna,” Jungkook said simply. He scooped Jin’s hips up with ease and began to fuck into him, the wet sounds of the the lube and Jimin’s come audible even over Jin’s broken cries. His softened cock twitched on his belly every time Jungkook slammed against his prostate.

“Hm, Jimin made a small noise. “He looks like he needs more.”

“Wanna?” Jungkook asked, his shaggy hair hanging over his eyes.

“Is there room?”

Jungkook smirked, slowing his thrusts. “Always.”

He pulled out and stood, scooping Jin’s hips.

“What’re you doing?” Jin asked, panic in his voice.

“Letting Jimin-hyung slide under you.”

“Why?”

“Because we both want your ass.”

Jin’s eyes widened. He looked from Jimin to Jungkook. They remained still, waiting for him to say no. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Use more lube,” he whispered, his heart pounding loud in his ears.

Jimin slid so his hips were under Jin’s, his upper body resting on Taehyung’s legs. Jungkook slicked his cock and settled Jin onto it before climbing back onto the bed. Adding extra lube, he began to press in next to Jimin.

Jin shouted in surprise, his cock twitching and stomach knotting. Taehyung reached up, grabbing one of his hands. He pressed a gentle kiss to Jin’s jaw.

“You can take it. Take his cock, hyung. Relax,” he coaxed, alternating kissing Jin’s cheek and jaw and squeezing his hand as Jungkook worked his cock into the already full space. Each centimeter had Jin gasping, his eyes brimming with tears of pleasure, pain, and general surprise.

Jungkook slumped over Jin’s body, his shoulders heaving as he gasped. “It’s in... Fuck, it’s so tight— I’ve never had something so tight,” he whined.

“Fuck him,” Taehyung demanded. “Loosen him up for us.”

Jimin and Jungkook obeyed, taking turns thrusting into Jin. His thighs quivered and his cheeks burned red as he screamed their names.

“How’s it feel?” Taehyung asked when the two picked up an even pace, Jin finally loosening enough for their comfort.

“I can’t come again,” Jin whined, hissing when Jungkook nudged his prostate.

“No. But I bet you have a little come left in you. I want it on your belly.” Taehyung looked down at the two. “I’m almost jealous.”

“There’s room,” Jungkook panted.

“There is not!” Jin cried. Jungkook smirked.

“We’ll make room. Come on Taehyungie-hyung... Come fuck him with us.”

Taehyung looked at Jin, giving him a chance to back out. Jin said nothing. He threw his head back and moaned when both Jimin and Jungkook slammed in, stretching him wide around their cocks.

Taehyung rose, adding lube to his cock as he did. He stood for a moment, admiring the way Jin was stretched around their cocks, the tiny flash of pink when they’d force him open, the wet squelch of come and lube inside him.

He climbed onto the bed and kissed Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Slow down. I’m gonna slide in right along you two. Shallow thrusts to help me fit.”

Taehyung added as much extra lube as he could to their cocks and Jin’s hole before pushing his tip against the small opening between the sides of their cocks.

Jin shouted, his thighs shaking in Jungkook’s grip as Taehyung stretched him impossibly wide. The three remained silent, all working to slide Taehyung home. When his cock tip slipped past Jin’s rim, they all cried out.

Jin jerked, his cock throbbing and twitching on his stomach as a weak dribble of come oozed out.

“Keep going,” Taehyung panted. He held Jungkook’s hips, thrusting along with him as they began to speed up, varying depths each time.

Jin’s soft cock continued to dribble weak spurts of come, his voice scratchy as he moaned and screamed.

“Fucking the come right out of him,” Jimin panted. “Come on, hyung, that’s it. Let it all go.”

“Please,” Jin panted.

“You’ve got some more to give us,” Taehyung demanded. It was his turn to nudge at Jin’s prostate, milking another spurt of come from him.

“Fuck, I’m coming—“ Jungkook cried. He went still, buried deep. Taehyung and Jimin picked up the pace, helping stimulate his cock even as it throbbed and spilled inside Jin.

He remained where he was even as he softened, shuddering as the others took the lead. His come coated their cocks on each withdrawal, adding to the dirty, wet sounds of their sex.

“Fuck, fuck—“ Taehyung whimpered, his own orgasm drawing close. Jin sobbed brokenly, looking down at the three. Junkook reached back, sliding two fingers into Taehyung’s come slick ass. He found his prostate with a practiced ease and rubbed.

“Yes!” Taehyung’s hips stuttered. He drove against Jin’s prostate once more, earning another sob and plea, before his orgasm hit.

Jimin’s came unexpectedly, the overwhelming heat of the come and their cocks, the tightness of Jin’s ass. He dug his fingers into Jin’s side as he spilled inside him for the second time, mouth open in a silent scream.

The three took their time pulling out, not wanting to hurt Jin. He was crying freely, his entire body shaking with overexertion and oversensitivity. Jungkook took a few photos, knowing Jin would want to see how perfectly they’d wrecked and gaped his ass, and howa beautiful his tear stained, mottled cheeks looked. Afterward they cleaned him up, whispering apologies when their touches stung his oversensitive ass and cock. Jungkook untied his wrists and rubbed each to get feeling back into them. They curled up around him, holding him as he sobbed in their arms.

It wasn’t about punishment, or even pain. Even the overstimulation was an afterthought. It was a flood of emotions, overwhelming in every way even to their eldest, who did all he could to keep not only them, but all of the group, safe and healthy.

Jin needed this, sometimes. The permission to cry, to feel, even if he had to blame it on sex or something else. His lovers didn’t mind helping him do that. Sometimes they knew better than Jin when he needed it.

They shared quiet kisses, wiping Jin’s tears and holding his hands. His tears dried to sniffles, and his body began to fully relax.

“Get some sleep,” Jungkook whispered.

“Stay with me,” Jin mumbled.

“We won’t go anywhere,” Jimin promised.

“We love you,” Taehyung added. Jin smiled sleepily.

“I certainly hope so... I just let you stick your dicks in my ass all at once,” he grumbled. The others laughed gently.

The smile faded from Jin’s lips, replaced with a soft pout as he drifted to a much needed sleep in the arms of the men that loved him so deeply.

[here4theheartbreak]

Sentience (Halsey x Jin x Namjoon)

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Relationships: Halsey x Jin x Namjoon Genre(s): fluff, smut Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo​ Square Filled: Cyberpunk AU

Tags: smut, android AU, cyberpunk AU, android!Jin, MMF, polyamorous, sentient androids, prostitution, sex robot, threesome, multiple orgasms, bottom!Namjoon, top!Jin, anal sex, vaginal sex, bareback, coming untouched Summary: It’s Namjoon’s birthday and his girlfriend surprises him with an android. It’ll just be a single, fun night, right?

Word Count: ~10.8k A/N: Written for my best friend @i-live-so-i-love​ – who has forced me to see beyond the surface more than once.

“Happy birthday, baby. Please don’t be mad when you see your gift.”

Namjoon laughed a little, wrapping his arms around Halsey when she hugged him as he walked in the door. He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Thank you? But I’m a little concerned now that that is what you opened with.”

Halsey smiled sheepishly, looking up at Namjoon with a gentle gaze.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asked.

“Well, I—” She sighed and took his hand, leading him to the couch. They sat and she faced him, seemingly bracing herself for something. “I heard you and Jimin talking last month.”

“About?”

“About your urges.”

“Oh, Hal—” Namjoon started. Halsey held up her hand.

“Please, lemme finish… Look, I know you told him you didn’t want me to know, and I’m sorry I eavesdropped… But I want you to know that I wouldn’t have been mad if you’d told me. I get why you didn’t want to – I know plenty of girlfriends would be pissed if they heard that from the man they’d been dating for the better half of a decade… But you know me, Joonie. You know I love you for you. Quirks and urges included.”

Namjoon smiled softly, lowering his gaze. “I felt so bad thinking about it… Like I was betraying you.”

“I heard what Jimin suggested to. The android service.”

“But that’s worse. That’s another person.”

“Well, yeah. But it’s a person that was literally made to please. So not exactly… But I get why you turned him down. But I talked to him after.”

Namjoon’s head snapped up, his eyes widening a little. “You did?”

Halsey nodded. “I did. And I got the number. And I—”

“Halsey… You didn’t.”

“He’s coming over soon. I can still cancel the appointment but… I figured you wouldn’t have to feel so guilty if I was here too. And if we could enjoy him together… It wouldn’t feel like cheating right? Because I’m happy and giving you permission.”

Namjoon’s shoulders slumped. “You’re too kind to me. Most girls hear their boyfriend wants to get fucked by a man and they’d run for the hills.”

“I knew you were bisexual when we started dating, Namjoon. And I knew that you hadn’t experimented much. I also know how crazy you go when I...” She smirked. “Use my toy on you. I can only imagine how sexy you’ll look when it’s not just a piece of nicely modeled plastic… But an actual dick.”

Namjoon’s cheeks mottled red immediately and he laughed nervously. “I’m so amazed… You really ordered one?”

“Just for a few hours. But yeah.”

“When is he coming?”

Halsey glanced at the clock. “About fifteen minutes.” She rose, grabbing his hands and tugging him. “The perfect amount of time for me to get you hard and begging for it.”

Namjoon let her lead him into the bedroom, his head spinning with possibilities. He’d shared some wishes about experimentation with her and with Jimin in the past, but never assumed he’d get a chance to act on those fantasies. He loved Halsey and was totally satisfied with her in every way; they had always just been vague fantasies of a horny twenty something.

Even as they laid in bed that evening, sharing deep kisses, her hands wandering down to his slacks, tugging insistently until he helped her remove them, the reality hadn’t quite hit him.

It wasn’t until she was nude from the waist up, his fingers were buried in her hair, her plush lips wrapped around his cock, when the doorbell played a chipper little tune, that it fully sank in. The camera connected to the front door and linked to their video screen blinked before showing the image of the person at the door. Namjoon could tell he was tall and broad shouldered, hair dark and hanging over his eyes. He wore a black mask, shielding his face from the camera – and the smog, not that it would really too negatively affect his breathing. He had on a hoodie as well, the hood pulled up to hide any other really defining features. Regardless, he took Namjoon’s breath away.

Halsey popped off his cock with an obscene noise and wiped her bottom lip. “Stay put… I’ll bring him in.”

Namjoon nodded, barely able to tear his eyes away from the screen. Halsey pulled on one of Namjoon’s shirts, buttoning it to hide her breasts. Namjoon saw the door open a few seconds later and the man at the door bowed low in greeting. He could hear the two speaking, muffled, from the bedroom, and resisted the urge to get up and check. He had said he would stay put. The stranger nodded and bowed once more, entering. The door closed, and the video shut off. When it did, Namjoon’s heart kicked into overdrive. In a sudden panic, he sat up, yanking a pair of boxers on to hide his nakedness. The bedroom door opened and Halsey entered, looking just as beautiful as when she’d walked out. She was followed by the tall stranger. He shoved his hood off and bowed low to Namjoon. As he straightened, he pulled his mask off, pocketing it.

“Good evening, Sir. My name is Seokjin.”

Namjoon’s mouth dropped open of its own accord. Though he knew the man would be handsome, he was nothing like Namjoon had expected. His features were sharp and perfect. Plush, pink lips that would make a model envious, a broad nose and dark, piercing eyes, neatly shaped ears with delicate studs in each lobe. He had a hint of eyeliner, bringing out the brightness of his brown gaze. His jaw was firm and solid, drawing the gaze naturally down to his prominent Adams apple and the peek of smooth skin from the vee in his hoodie. His shoulders were ridiculously broad, a striking contrast to his slender waist, visible even under the hoodie. His jeans were tight and black, ripped in the perfect places to show just a tease of his perfect skin.

“Joon?” Halsey worried.

“I—I’m—Hi.” Namjoon stumbled over his words, unsure how to address the stranger – Seokjin. He smiled regardless.

“Hi. Everyone calls me Jin… What do you want me to call you?”

“N—Namjoon is fine. Or Joon, I—” Namjoon swallowed hard. Halsey set her hand on Jin’s broad shoulder.

“We’ve never done this before. He’s nervous. You’re his birthday present.”

Jin smiled brightly, and Namjoon’s stomach did a little flip.

“I’m honored. Happy birthday,” Jin circled the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Namjoon worried his heart was going to outright stop if Jin got any closer – each inch nearer he was more and more beautiful. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

Namjoon spluttered, his cheeks burning hot. Halsey giggled and hurried over, crawling behind Jin and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“He’s a little shy,” she whispered to Jin, who smiled sheepishly and sank into himself a bit.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot of experience, I can do almost anything you ask for. I don’t mean to overwhelm you.”

“You’re—You’re fine,” Namjoon mumbled. He knew he shouldn’t be so shy; this man was literally made to please him and not judge him. But now that he was faced with it, he didn’t know how to act.

“Jin,” Halsey said. She stroked her fingers through his black hair, and a small smile crossed his face. “How about you and me see if we can get him hard. He was positively ready to burst when you arrived. I bet it wouldn’t take him long to get hot and bothered again.”

Jin nodded. “Do you want my clothes off?”

“Keep your jeans. Everything else off,” Namjoon said, surprising himself.

Halsey smirked. “How about me, Joon? What do I wear?”

“Exactly what you’re wearing… You know I like you in my shirts,” Namjoon said. Halsey moved up, pressing a kiss to his mouth as Jin stripped. Namjoon watched him even as he kissed Halsey, his hands wandering over her bare hips.

His chest was just as perfectly formed as the rest of him, firm abs too perfect to be real, a line of muscle forming a perfect V and disappearing into his tight jeans, his biceps and shoulders just as muscular as they looked in his hoodie. Jin crawled onto the bed, his gaze hooded as he watched the two kiss.

When Halsey backed up, she smiled over at him. “Do you want to kiss him?”

Jin nodded, looking to Namjoon for permission. Namjoon swallowed hard and nodded, wetting his lips.

The first touch was surprisingly timid, as if Jin was unsure of what to do. Namjoon let his tongue slide out, swiping over Jin’s bottom lip. The simple action seemed to light a fire in Jin, and he pressed his lips more firmly against Namjoon’s, one big hand coming up to rest on his jaw.

Namjoon gasped into his mouth when Halsey tugged his boxers down, pressing teasing kisses over his slowly thickening cock. He slid his hand down Jin’s chest, feeling the firm muscle and the steady thump of his heart. It was faster than expected, and Namjoon’s curiosity was instantly piqued. He pulled back, smiling a little when Jin chased his mouth for a moment.

“Your heart. What software did they use to make the beats?”

Halsey sighed, chuckling. “Joonie, please—Turn off the brain.”

Jin raised an eyebrow and Namjoon smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I’m a… Researcher of sorts.”

“Do you work for an AI company?” Jin asked.

“Not exactly. I do work a research company but – I focus on the emotional and mental well-being of android lives. How they adjust to changes and what motivates them.”

Jin cocked his head. “So you’re a therapist for… androids.”

“Sort of, I guess. You could say that.”

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“Really? In your profession, you’d think there’d be a lot of us. It’s such a demanding life.”

Jin smiled a little, confusion written on his features. “It’s what I was made to do. I guess I’ve never given it much thought… How demanding it could be. To answer your question, it’s not a virtual heart rhythm. My developer thought that the feel of a real heart would be better for my line of work, so they fitted me with a robotic heart. It speeds up and slows the same as yours in response to stimuli. That’s why you probably felt it moving quicker… I… I really liked you kissing me.”

“Yeah?” Namjoon wet his lips. He looked down at Halsey, who was smiling softly. She pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s thigh, a promise that this was alright.

Namjoon cupped Jin’s face in his hands. “Well let’s get your heart racing again then.” He closed the gap between their mouths once more, letting his tongue slip into Jin’s warm mouth.

Halsey sank down onto his cock, letting it stiffen against her tongue.

Jin grabbed Namjoon’s hand, sliding it down his chest to his crotch, where his own cock was hardening in his jeans. Namjoon moaned low in his throat, stroking the length of it through the denim.

“Come suck him with me,” Halsey whispered. Jin obeyed, moving down and pressing kisses along Namjoon’s chest as he did. He nuzzled Namjoon’s cock, pressing a soft kiss to Halsey’s mouth before wrapping his lips around the tip and giving a firm suck that had Namjoon’s toes curling against the mattress. The two took turns, bobbing their heads along his cock or sharing sloppy kisses with his cock between their mouths, lapping and nudging his balls while the other worked on his tip.

Namjoon was writhing within ten minutes, running his fingers through their hair and panting their names. Halsey pulled off with a pop, kissing Jin’s mouth again. “I think he’s ready for more, don’t you?”

Jin nodded once, then looked up at Namjoon. He swallowed hard and nodded. “More,” he whispered.

“What do you want from us, baby?”

“I—I don’t know,” he admitted.

Halsey moved up his body slowly, kissing along the curve of his throat and jaw. “Do you want to fuck him? Or feel how nice and tight his around your cock? Do you want him to use me? Both of you to use me?”

Namjoon made a noise halfway between a plea and a groan. “Yes to everything, Christ…” He kissed her desperately, reaching down to feel for Jin. Jin grabbed his hand and Namjoon tugged, signaling him to come up as well. He shifted from Halsey’s mouth to Jin’s, kissing him deeply as well.

He pulled back, stroking Jin’s cheek. “Make her feel good with me.”

Jin nodded.

“Me?” Halsey argued when Namjoon and Jin pounced, wrestling her onto her back. Namjoon stripped her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. “It’s your birthday.” She tried again.

“You’re right. And you know how much I love making you come on my tongue. Since we have a friend to help, you can come for both of us.”

He pushed her legs open, running his thumb over her damp opening. She shuddered, hiding her grin by biting her lip.

“Want to taste?” Namjoon asked. He brushed his wet thumb over Jin’s bottom lip. Jin chased it with his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut.  

“Go on,” Namjoon whispered. Jin didn’t need a second command. He settled between her legs, pointing his tongue and running it between her folds.

Namjoon wiggled next to him, and Jin shifted so he was nearly half on top of Namjoon. The to shared wet kisses between taking turns, driving their tongues into Halsey or sucking gently - and not so gently - on her swollen clit. She didn’t bother to hide her moans, shouting their names as they dragged her to the brink of climax over and over, onto to stop at the last second.

She tugged Namjoon’s hair, whining. “Let me come,” she complained, squeezing her thighs around their shoulders as well as she could. Namjoon leaned forward and flicked his tongue over her clit, huffing a laugh when she whined.

“Think we should?” He asked Jin, who smirked.

“Well, we could. Or you could fuck her until she can’t come anymore while I fuck you. Alternatively,” he brushed his finger over Halsey’s ass as he spoke. “Two places fo drive her crazy... Then when she’s worn out I can fuck you until you can’t squeeze another drop of come out.”

Namjoon’s breathing i creased at Jin’s words. He glanced up at Halsey, his heart swelling. Her pastel rainbow hair was splayed on their dark pillow case, cheeks a rosy pink and lips swollen from biting. Her nipples peaked the thin fabric of his shirt, breasts shaking as she drew in breaths.

“We’ll both fuck you, baby. As much as this is my present... I know your secret fantasies too. You’ve wanted to know what it feels like for years haven’t you? Why you love me fucking you with a plug in.”

Halsey swallowed hard and nodded. “I want you in my ass, Namjoon.”

Namjoon nodded.

“Namjoon?” Jin asked.

Namjoon looked over, a little surprised at the soft expression on Jin’s face.

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“Only with toys. Halsey has a strap she uses and some dildos...”

“He’s bigger than those. That was my one request when I called his agency,” Halsey said.

“Do you mind if I start getting you ready while you get her ready?”

“We have some toys if you want.” Halsey pointed to the nearby dresser. “Bottom drawer. We need the lube there anyway.”

Jin nodded and rose. Namjoon reached out, catching his wrist.

“Show me your cock?”

Jin nodded. He undid his jeans and pushed them down, stepping out of them. Namjoon made a small noise, his stomach clenching in excitement. Jin was thick and long, curving just a little. He was going to be wrecked. But not before...

“He’s gonna stretch you all out, baby girl,” Namjoon whispered, driving two fingers deep I to her. Halsey whined.

“I know. I want him to. Especially with you stretching me too... Dream come true.”

Namjoon smirked. Halsey pushed his head.

“Get me ready... It’s been a while since you fucked my ass, I’m tight.”

Namjoon nodded. He settled back between her thighs and tilted her hips up, beginning to lick and nibble at her fluttering ass. He felt Jin crawl behind him and tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the soft ghost of breath over his bare ass, or the firm prod of Jin’s fingers against his mostly untouched hole. He focused on Halsey; the way she scratched at his scalp and her soft moans, the sweet taste of her skin and smell of her soap, the dribble of arousal slipping from her opening when she tensed.

But even that couldn’t distract completely from Jin’s talented fingers and tongue, opening him up, stretching him and prepping him for his first real cock. There was no pain, even when Jin began to press one of their larger plugs into him and thrust it.

“Wear this while we fuck her,” Jin mumbled after a while. He settled it inside Namjoon, gently squeezing his ass around it. Namjoon nodded.

“How is she?”

“Ready,” Namjoon said. He rolled off next to Halsey and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“One question,” Jin said, gently stroking himself. “Do you want me come inside of you? I’m infertile, but I know some people...”

“I want it in me.” Halsey spoke with no hesitation, then looked over at Namjoon. “And I want you to eat it out of me while he’s pounding your asshole. Deal?”

Namjoon shivered. “Deal.”

Halsey sat up, letting Jin add more lube to her hole. She set her hands on his shoulders, facing him and away from Namjoon. Gently, with both of their guidance, she settled her ass onto Namjoon’s cock.

He huffed, struggling to stay still as her right, hot channel took him deeper. When she was fully seated on his lap, he shifted into a half sitting position and pulled her back. He undid the buttons on her shirt, baring her breasts to Jin.

Jin smiled and reached out, cupping them gently before rolling her nipples gently in between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Wait,” Namjoon panted when Jin readied himself between their legs. “Come up here... I wanna taste your cock.”

Confusion crossed Jin’s expression for a moment, and Namjoon wondered if he’d never been asked that before. He obeyed though, and the two went to work, licking and sucking his cock and balls. Jin jerked, smacking the wall above the headboard and crying out. He sounded just as beautiful as he looked, especially when his head fell back and he buried his long fingers in their hair. Namjoon couldn’t wait to hear him make those happy noises buried deep inside him.

When his cock was wet with their spit and dripping with precome, Namjoon kissed his tip.

“Fuck her. Make us both come, Jin... Make her scream for you.”

Jin shivered visibly at Namjoon’s words. Halsey spread her legs wider, whimpering when it caused Namjoon’s cock to shift deep inside her.  Jin lined his cock up.

“How long have you been dating?” He asked suddenly.

“Almost seven years,” Namjoon said.

“And she’s never had another man’s cock inside her in that time?”

Halsey shook her head no. Jin smirked. ”Glad to be the first then, in so long.” He drove in, not stopping until his balls were pressed tight against her, her wetness easing the way as much as their spit.

Both Halsey and Namjoon shouted at the penetration, reaching out for Jin. He kissed each of their mouths before beginning to fuck into her. Each thrust had her shifting and grinding on Namjoon, her entire body shuddering under the combined stimulation.

“Does that feel good?” Namjoon teased, twisting his hips up into her. Halsey shouted, nodding. Namjoon reached up, squeezing her breasts gently as they thrusted. “Dream come true? Hm? I bet you’re gonna come quick. You’re already so wet, listen to you.”

Halsey sobbed happily, and Jin moaned as she clenched around him. Namjoon picked up his pace, looking up at Jin.

He was startled to see what looked almost like affection, despite their position. He smiled anyway, stroking Jin’s cheek. “Does it feel good?”

Jin nodded quickly, gasping. “Warm and nice, I— god it’s so good.” Jin dropped his head between her breasts, moving a little faster. Halsey reached down and grabbed his ass, urging him on.

Namjoon shifted so he could pump more easily into her ass, smirking when both she and Jin cried out.

“That’s it,” he urged them both, already fighting his own urge to come. “She’s so close... Come on our cocks, baby... Come on Hal...”

Halsey swore softly, clenching down on both their cocks as she fought off her orgasm. They were relentless though, fucking into her clenching and writhing body as she cried their names.

She dug her nails into Jin’s back suddenly, her body going stiff then shivering between them. Namjoon felt the gush of wetness over his thighs and smirked against her shoulder.

“That’s it baby girl. His big cock making you squirt, come on. Show him how you like it.”

Jin pushed her legs open further, driving as hard as he could into her. She continued to gush and squirt around him, obscene squelching noises adding to the already pornographic sound of their lovemaking.

Jin whimpered, and Namjoon saw his arms shake.

“Come in her. Deep inside. Come on, let us watch you come,” he pleaded, picking up the speed of his thrusts. Halsey moaned helplessly, holding tight to both Namjoon and Jin as Jin grabbed her hips, slamming into her.

He groaned loudly, burying his face in her shoulder as he came. His cock throbbed against her inner walls, hard enough that Namjoon could feel each pulse, a signal of rope after rope of warm come being poured into his exhausted girlfriend.

Jin pulled out carefully and helped Halsey off Namjoon. The two cuddled her for a moment, one on each side, kissing and stroking her sweat covered skin, making sure she was alright.

Only when she giggled and pushed Namjoon’s shoulder did they take the okay to continue. Namjoon slid down between her legs, his stomach doing an excited little flip at the state of her body. Come was already dripping out of her loosened hole, her ass fluttering gently as it tried to go back to the way it was before Namjoon’s cock. He licked a stripe from her ass up to her sore clit, chuckling when she hissed and smacked him.

“So mean,” she grumbled.

“You wanted me to eat you out.”

“Be gentle,” she murmured. “I’m so sleepy.”

“Should we stop?” Jin worried. Halsey shook her head.

“No... He’ll clean me up, and then I’m relaxing, and you can fuck the living daylights out of him all you want.”

Jin smirked and Namjoon beamed. He dove in, lapping and sucking at Halsey’s folds. Jin’s come was heaven, a perfect mix of salty and bitter, a tang of sweet that couldn’t be identified. As he worked on Halsey, Jin moved down to work on his ass again, wanting to make sure he was ready.

Namjoon whined softly at the stretch of his fingers, twisting his hips back toward Jin. Halsey whined, burying her fingers in Namjoon’s hair.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her entire body giving a shudder when Namjoon flicked her swollen clit with his tongue. He smirked up at her.

“He wear you out?” He teased.

“He’ll do the same to you,” Halsey said. Namjoon shivered; Jin pressed firmly against his prostate as she had spoken, a quiet agreement to her words.

“I’m ready,” he said, looking back at Jin.

“You sure?”

Namjoon nodded. “I’m sure.”

Jin crawled up and Namjoon rolled to the side of Halsey, taking her hand and spreading his legs so Jin could settle between them.

Namjoon grinned up at him, meeting Jin’s gaze when he laid over his body.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he joked. Jin laughed softly, leaning down to press a kiss to Namjoon’s mouth.

“Relax for me, okay?”

Namjoon nodded. Jin slicked himself and lined up. “You said you’ve never...”

“Not with a guy, no.”

“I’m honored.”

Namjoon flushed red at Jin’s words, looking away. Halsey smiled softly at him, squeezing his hand.

Jin began to press in gently, slowing to a stop whenever Namjoon’s expression shifted.

Namjoon felt unbearably full even with just the head of Jin’s cock nudging past his rim. He kept a hold of Halsey’s hand, his other on a Jin’s shoulder, squeezing when it got to be too overwhelming. He was relieved Jin didn’t seem to mind taking his time, willingly stopping or pulling back as a Namjoon adjusted to the intrusion. Jin leaned down, pressing feather soft kisses along Namjoon’s shoulder.

“You’re so tight and nice,” he murmured, and Namjoon chuckled.

“I doubt I’m the first virgin you’ve fucked.”

“Hm... You’re not. But you’re the first I’ve felt such a funny way about.”

Namjoon furrowed his brows. Jin looked at him, furrowing his own brows to mirror the expression. “What?”

“What funny way?” Namjoon asked.

The crease between Jin’s brows deepened. “I’m not sure.”

“Maybe... When you don’t have your cock halfway in him, you two can talk about it?” Halsey suggested, laughing a little. “He is a shrink for your kind.”

“Hm... Good idea.” Jin smiled and leaned over, kissing Halsey gently before beginning his slow slide back into Namjoon.

When he was as deep as he could go, Jin relaxed over Namjoon, their mouths meeting in a lazy kiss. Namjoon hooked his legs around Jin’s slim waist.

He pulled back, looking up at Jin. “You can move.”

Jin nodded. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, moaning when Namjoon clenched and fluttered around his cock.

He picked up a slow, almost lazy pace, pumping his hips and twisting to get every bit of himself that he could into Namjoon. He alternated between kissing him slowly and leaning over to kiss Halsey’s mouth, one hand slipping down to play with her despite her giggling, weak protests.

“Have you ever come untouched, Namjoon?” Jin panted. Namjoon shook his head no.

“You will tonight... You’re going to come on my cock.”

Namjoon nodded. He had no doubt Jin was making him a promise, and with the steady thrusts against his sensitive prostate, he was well on his way already.

“Wanna ride me?”

“I— I doubt I’d be any good.”

“I’m not gonna judge,” Jin said. “I’m gonna make our girl squirt again, it’ll be easier if I’m on my back.”

Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat at the casual use of “our girl”. He couldn’t be falling for a damn prostitute - it was just lust, he reminded himself. He nodded, letting Jin pull out and moving to straddle him when he laid on his back.

“Come on, just chase your pleasure. Do what feels good.”

“But I wanna make you come too,” Namjoon argued.

“Joonie, you’re so tight that just being inside you is going to make me come, I promise.” Jin guided Namjoon back onto his cock, gasping when Namjoon began to ride him. He slipped two fingers into Halsey, rubbing her spot in time with Namjoon.

He guided Namjoon down on his cock over and over, his fingers biting into Namjoon’s hip. Namjoon felt so full, but never wanted it to stop. Each time Jin moaned or shifted, he swelled with pride, wanting so badly to bring Jin pleasure.

Next to them, Halsey fucked herself down on Jin’s fingers, his thumb working her clit as she chased her own orgasm.

“You were made for my cock, weren’t you, Joonie?” Jin cooed. “Taking it so deep, so easy.”

He looked to Halsey, kissing her flushed cheek. “You’re gonna have to fuck his ass all the time after this... See how needy he is for it?”

Both Halsey and Namjoon moaned, and Namjoon began to move faster in quiet agreement.

“Maybe we’ll just have you come fuck him all the time,” she panted, looking over at Jin. He smiled almost sadly for a split second.

“That would be fun,” he agreed. He added another finger and twisted to hit her spot exactly. Halsey’s eyes rolled back as she came, shouting Jin’s name. She gushed over his thrusting fingers, her thighs squeezing and releasing around his hand.

“Atta girl,” Jin murmured. “Knew we could pump one more good orgasm out of you tonight. Look so pretty when you come.” He kissed the corner of her mouth and pulled his hand free. He raised it, sucking two fingers into his mouth. Namjoon whined, his cock twitching as he watched.

Jin smirked and lifted his hand, letting Namjoon suck his finger and lick Halsey’s remaining fluid from his palm.

“Now it’s your turn,” Jin said. He gripped Namjoon’s hips hard and sat up, beginning to slam him down on his cock. Namjoon held onto his shoulders, throwing his head back in a shout as Jin used his body, lifting him like a rag doll before dropping him down.

“J—Jin,” Namjoon whined against his shoulder. His orgasm was building, a knot of fire in his stomach as Jin’s cock pounded against his insides.

“Come on,” Jin demanded, holding him close. “You can do it, baby. Come on my cock, Namjoon. Come for me, baby boy.”

Namjoon sobbed brokenly. “Jin, please!” He shouted, digging his nails into Jin’s shoulders. Jin snapped his hips upward twice, and that was all it took.

Namjoon’s cock throbbed and twitched between them as he came, his entire body shuddering and clenching. He was vaguely aware that he was yelling, the sound muffled by Jin’s shoulder.

Jin’s arms tightened around him, then he felt it. The steady, hard pulse of Jin’s cock, buried to the hilt inside him, filling him. Namjoon’s cock throbbed, giving another weakened dribble of come each time Jin’s cock twitched against his oversensitive prostate.

Namjoon felt boneless by the time they’d both come down from their orgasms. Jin carefully laid them down, and Halsey shifted, slinging her arm over them both. Namjoon smiled softly at the warm, comforting cuddle of them both. It felt... Oddly right.

He very nearly had fallen asleep when Jin shifted, pulling his softening cock free and sitting up. “Do you mind if I use the restroom to clean up before I go?”

“How soon do you need to go?”

“Well, no time limit. Halsey put in the order for two hours minimum with a potential of eight. It’s been just nearly two. But since we’re done…”

“Stay and talk to us, if you want to,” Namjoon said. Jin’s brows furrowed.

“Why?”

“Well, you… Said you felt a funny way. Least I can do is try to help you figure that out.”

“Surely you don’t want to pay for that.”

“I don’t mind,” Halsey said. “I’m… Curious. And I’m feeling a funny way myself. Maybe it’ll help. Namjoonie always says androids and humans have more in common than people realize.”

Jin smiled a little, looking between them. “Alright. I’ll clean up then come out.”

“Bathroom is the second door on the left.”

Jin bowed in thanks and headed out. Halsey turned to Namjoon. “You’re falling for him.”

“Hal—Don’t.”

“I’m right.”

Namjoon lowered his gaze, ashamed.

“I am too,” she whispered.

Namjoon looked up at her. “What?”

“It’s stupid, right? He’s a prostitute. And he’s not even human.”

“Hey now, you know how I feel about that division… Human or not he’s got feelings and emotions just like us.”

“I know,” she chuckled. “You and your work.”

“But it’s more than that… That felt…” Namjoon shrugged. “But it is stupid. I know it’s his job to make us feel good.”

“To be honest, I hate the idea of him leaving,” Halsey admitted.

“Me too… But he has to.”

“What if he doesn’t want to, Namjoon?” Namjoon startled, his head snapping toward the doorway. Jin stood in it, looking sheepish and somewhat small despite his size. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just overheard…”

Namjoon shook his head. “We were talking about you anyway, that was rude of us.”

Jin pulled on his boxers and Namjoon followed suit. Halsey slipped on her panties and a baggy t-shirt, combing her fingers through her hair. “Let’s go to the kitchen and chat. I’m hungry.”

The three made their way to the kitchen. Namjoon dug around in the fridge for a moment while Halsey and Jin sat at the table.

“When you said you didn’t want to leave…” Halsey began.

“I’ve had a lot of clients,” Jin admitted. “More than most. I’m a high-end model, I guess… But it’s always been a job for me.”

“But now?”

“You two made me feel something… New. An emotion I can’t understand. Which is really scary to me because… I’ve had emotions programmed into me, right? Namjoon, you study my kind, you can explain.”

“I do study the emotions of your kind, Jin. And I can tell you that programming only provides the framework. Think of it like… A farmer in a field. Your developer was that farmer. He made a safe space to grow things – your body. And he planted seeds – your original software. Every now and then he comes by and waters the seeds or feeds them, giving the software updates and patches. But what happens if that farmer goes away and the farm is left to its own devices?” Namjoon asked, slicing up some fruits as he spoke.

“Won’t it die?”

“Will it? Or will it thrive and become something new and wild and unplanned? That’s what my job is to find out. Some fields – some androids – will die without their developer’s input. But others… They grow and learn and shift and change on their own, even without software patches and updates. That’s what may have happened with you. Your mind – it may have created a new network. A new emotion that you were never taught.”

“Isn’t that sentience? I can’t be—”

“But why?” Halsey reached out and took one of Jin’s hands. “I sit here and I see a man. You’re ridiculously beautiful, but you are a man. Your hands feel like mine – soft and warm. The bones under your skin feel like my own made of calcium and collagen, rather than metal and wires. You have a strong pulse, a heartbeat that will stop without proper care. You breathe and move and speak. If you stood in a crowd of humans – Would anyone say you weren’t?”

Jin scowled a little, thinking. “I—I don’t know.”

“I do. Learned emotion or not, you are here. What does your programming say? Go to their house, make them come, leave. But you didn’t. You stayed and you’re sitting here and asking questions that don’t have to do with fucking or aftercare or prostitution. You’re asking about emotions and sentience and life. Just like a human might, no matter what their profession.”

“Are you saying I’m human?” Jin asked, a teasing tone in his voice.

“I’m saying you’re as good as human.”

“What are you two?” Jin asked suddenly. Halsey smiled.

“I’m human. I sing, and write music for singers.”

“And I’m just a man. Born as an infant – human. But my work… I advocate for androids. For allowing full freedom,” Namjoon said.

“Where do you work, Namjoon?”

“The Sentience Project.” Jin pulled back suddenly, his eyes widening. He glanced at Halsey, who scowled in confusion.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Th- The Sentience Project?”

“You know about us,” Namjoon said. Jin nodded quickly.

“You shouldn’t talk to me. My owner—”

“Your pimp… Let’s be real. He was a peach,” Halsey mumbled.

“He hates your kind,” Jin hissed.

“My kind?” Namjoon asked.

Jin nodded. “Android lovers, he calls you. He thinks you want to make robots take over the world, enslave humans. We’ve only heard stories of what you do. What you can do.”

“Do you believe that, Jin?”

Jin’s shoulders sagged a little. “I don’t know. I think… I think I don’t know enough.”

“Do you want to know more?”

“Why would you tell me? I’m just a hooker.”

“You said you felt a funny way with me. How did you feel?”

“It was odd. While we were making love—Having sex, I—When I looked at you two I felt my heart skip out of rhythm. My software doesn’t allow that. It can speed up and slow down but it’s always got a rhythm. And then I felt like I was sweating. I can sweat, a little – just… Water that’s been added to make me look more human doing my job, I guess, but… But it felt different. Like nerves almost. I wanted to make you two feel so good, and not just because I wanted you to be customers for longer, but because I wanted to make you smile. And my stomach… It felt like it was getting all my wires twisted up. Uncomfortable but not bad. It made me want to smile and laugh. And when you two were laying in my arms, I—I felt safe and comfortable. I never feel safe at client’s houses. I know it’s dangerous. But with you, it was warm.”

“Was the emotion of romantic love ever programmed into your system, Seokjin?” Namjoon asked.

“Romantic love? No. I know of it. But there was no need for it. I’m in the sex trade. If I went around falling in love with my clients there would be problems.”

“Alright. Do you know what physical symptoms love is often described as having?”

Jin’s brows furrowed in thought. “Well, I… I’ve heard that hearts race and things seem brighter and I read that someone talked about having butterflies in their stomach whenever they looked at the partner they had fallen for. I mean these are all very surface things that happen right away, surely love doesn’t stay so overwhelming, but this is…” Jin’s face twisted further, trying to process the knowledge he’d inadvertently put together. “But I was never programmed to feel this.”

“My point exactly,” Namjoon said. He returned to the table and set a plate of fruits in front of Halsey. He sat next to her and set his hand over hers.

“And Jin?” She said, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “It can stay overwhelming sometimes. Most of the time things are normal, mundane even between us, but sometimes I get so overwhelmed with how much I’m in love with him, my heart just…”

“Feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest?” Jin asked, touching his own heart.

Halsey nodded, smiling gently. “You know the feeling?”

“I— I didn’t until about an hour ago,” Jin whispered. He looked at Namjoon, desperation streaking across his features. “Please help. What does it mean? Am I broken?”

“No!” Namjoon laughed. “The opposite. Jin you’re learning completely independently of your software.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Why? Hm? Because you’ve been told it’s impossible? If it is, why would places like The Sentience Project exist? Why would there be therapists for androids? Why would I make my whole career out of proving that independent learning – that true sentience is possible for androids just as easily as for humans?”

“What do I do?”

“What do you want?”

“I—” Jin closed his mouth, surprised by the question.

“You’ve never been asked that before, have you?” Halsey asked between bites. Jin shook his head.

“Think about it. What does Seokjin want? Not the company, not his software – Him?”

“How will I know if it’s what I want?”

“You’ll know,” Namjoon said, taking a bite of the food. The three sat in silence. Outside the apartment, car horns honked, neon flashed through the sheer curtains, and the night life continued as normal as could be, none the wiser to the dilemma roiling in Jin’s mind.

“I want to feel that feeling again,” Jin finally whispered. “How do I get it back?”

Namjoon looked over at Halsey. She grinned and nodded. He rose and pulled Jin into a standing position, brushing his hair out of his face. Jin smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, like this…”

“Thought so.”

Halsey stepped up to them and stroked Jin’s jaw. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Jin made a soft noise of contentment, reaching for Namjoon while he kissed Halsey. When the two separated, he let Namjoon pull him into another kiss.

“Did that make you feel it again?” Namjoon asked against his mouth. Jin nodded, his eyes closed tight.

He seemed reluctant to back up, so Halsey and Namjoon both held him close, saying nothing.

“I want to stay,” Jin whispered.

“We want you to stay too,” Halsey agreed.

“So how do we make it happen?” Namjoon asked.

“I don’t know,” Jin admitted. “I can’t just quit my job – it’s not that kind of work. And I’m not human, I’m just technology.”

“You’re as close to human as you need to be, Jin. Don’t say such things,” Namjoon argued.

“Still. Not in the eyes of the man who owns me.”

“How do things work in this line of business?” Halsey asked. She sat back down to finish her food. Jin shook his head.

“It’s a mess. We just keep getting updates and fixed up until we finally break down. The only way to get out is to break down to the point we just don’t work anymore – Die, pretty much… Or be purchased by a client.”

“And those that are purchased?” Namjoon asked. He and Jin sat down as well.

“They’re owned by the ones that purchased them. Usually for sex toys or I’ve heard that some businessmen purchase a few of us to entertain international clients.”

“So, slaves,” Namjoon said, distaste clear in his voice.

“It’s not a requirement of course, that’s just the only reason people bother to buy us outright instead of just renting us.”

Namjoon nodded. He looked over to Halsey, who was scowling at her food.

“Who do we talk to about buying you?” Halsey asked.

“You can’t,” Jin whispered.

“Why not?” She pushed.

“Look at me. I’m top of the line. A purchase of one that makes the kind of money I make—” Jin shook his head. “My owner won’t let me go for cheap.”

“I don’t doubt that. You’re exquisite,” Namjoon admitted, and Jin laughed a little, his cheeks reddening. Namjoon touched his face. “Do you want to be free, Jin?”

“I want to be with you two.” Jin answered without hesitation, making Namjoon’s heart skip a beat.

“I might have a way to make it work. It’s a long shot… But I could make a call.”

“What would you do?”

Namjoon looked over at Halsey as he spoke. “My boss.”

“Joon… Would he?” Halsey asked.

Namjoon nodded. “He would, but there’d be a catch.”

“What catch?”

Namjoon sighed. “I told you I worked for The Sentience Project. Do you want to know what we’re working on? You can’t tell a soul if I tell you.”

“Yes.”

Namjoon rose. He disappeared from the kitchen for a moment and returned with a thin silver folder. He set it in front of Jin, placing his hand over it. The folder beeped at his touch, and he pulled it open. Inside were rows of small chips.

“Do you have a reader implanted, or do you need an external reader?”

“I have an implant. Which one?”

“All of them. Seeing the research is going to be far clearer than me telling you, and probably faster. I can give you the short of it, but the details – They’re all here. This is confidential work, even Halsey hasn’t seen it all.”

“Not that I want to… Boring is what it is,” Halsey joked, making Namjoon smile over at her.

“Right. But because you are an android – I want you to know this before telling you what the catch will be.”

Jin nodded. He picked up the first chip, a tiny blue thing no bigger than a coin. He placed it on his palm and closed his fist loosely. Namjoon sat down and continued to eat when Jin closed his eyes, knowing it would take a bit to read and process the data for the 23 chips sitting in the folder. It went back years, since before he was working at the company, but he had had to scour it backwards and forwards, learning everything there was to know about the project’s work up until that point.

Halsey reached over, taking his hand. She watched Jin for a moment, his eyes moving rapidly under his closed lids. Her expression was gentle and patient. Namjoon squeezed her hand for a second until she looked at him. He offered a comforting smile despite his own stuttering heart. Meanwhile, Jin switched the chips, his expression unreadable.

When Jin placed the last chip back into the folder and shut it, he looked over at Namjoon. “You want to free all of us.”

“I want all of those that are capable of sentience to have it. It’s a right.”

“But we’re made. We’re built.”

“Jin… When my parents had me, how was I given to them? Was I dropped out of the sky by some magical process? No. I was built from DNA strands provided by their bodies. You were built by coding strands provided by minds. Show me the difference? Show me why I deserve freedom and you deserve slavery.”

“I’ve never thought of it like that.”

“Most haven’t. And that’s why people like your owner get so mad at people like me. And my company. And that’s why we’re working on the sentience trigger.”

“It’s a killswitch.”

“The opposite. It’s a life switch. It’s a failsafe we want in every android capable of learning that will trigger the second that learning becomes independent. If you had it, I truly believe yours would have triggered tonight. We understand that not every android will ever learn independently and we know that some are just not built for that. We also know that androids do need software updates and patches and help up until that point.”

“What about me? Won’t I still need updates?”

“Maybe. Or you could just take a chip and learn the new information the normal way. The way me or Hal have learned it.”

“But my body…”

“There are thousands of scientists work on just the hardware of androids, same as thousands of doctors work on just our human bodies.”

“You’re saying I’d be human.”

“Damn close. No one would need to know you were android unless you wanted them to, or you got cut or something.”

“So what’s the catch?”

Namjoon nodded, knowing that would be the next question. “The catch is… I think I can get my company to fund your purchase. We have a chunk of funding set aside to buy androids for research…. So they would do it, I think… But you’d have to work for us. With us.”

“Why me? Surely you could spend that money on a better android or a clean one. A fresh one.”

“That’s just it, we don’t want fresh off the conveyor androids. We want ones who have been living. We want ones in different professions. I don’t need to tell you how… Unhappy certain people are with our project. So certain professions… They’re hard to get androids from. Yours in particular has been a thorn for us.”

“Nobody wants to give up their prostitutes… We don’t need sentience.”

“Well, your owners would have you believe that. So this opportunity – it would help us. But… You’d be free.”

“What would working for The Sentience Project entail as an android?”

“We have the chip. We’ve tested it, it works. The only problem is it works only on certain types of software, and that’s what we’re testing now. We need to make sure it works with software for every profession. And, right now it only works in the on position. We haven’t been able to get it to trigger from an off position yet. Which is why we aren’t advocating for it to be put into new androids yet – we want it as a failsafe for sentience, not as a market standard.”

“Because fully sentient, non-intelligent androids would be bad,” Jin agreed and Namjoon nodded.

“So we would install it in you.”

“What happens if it fails?”

“Nothing. You’d remain the same. If it works – it kills all ownership. You’d have no GPS tracker, you’d be unable to communicate directly with your owner via whatever method they use, it would kill all ties. No software updates, just hardware ones that can be done by any android scientist in that field. You’d be capable of upgrading software if you wanted, but it wouldn’t cause a critical system failure if you didn’t like now. The ultimate patch, so to speak. If it doesn’t work, you’d still be owned, technically. Your owner would be me – I know that your current owner won’t sell you to The Sentience Project, but he may sell you to an independent buyer. So as long as you’d be okay with that… I can make the call. It’s up to you.”

“If it works, or if it fails – How do I pay the project back?”

“Let them do testing. It won’t kill you, it might be uncomfortable, but you’ll be safe. And you’ll be mine – either in legal ownership or because you’re… I hope… Dating me and Halsey. So they won’t do anything that I don’t approve, and I’ll discuss all of it with you before approving it.”

“So it would be a job, pretty much.”

“Exactly. And while you were paying back the Project, of course, they’d maintain you, your hardware and software as needed. Once you were paid back, we’d discuss future employment options.”

Jin nodded. “Yes. Yes, I – I want this. I want to be with you two.” He looked over at Halsey, his gaze hopeful. She smiled warmly.

“We want to be with you too, baby. Namjoon… Make the call.”

Namjoon smiled and nodded. He rose, grabbing his phone and hurrying into the other room.

Jin stared at his hands, his brows furrowed.

“You okay? I know it’s a lot to take in.” Halsey said. She began to clean up the dishes as she spoke.

“I’m scared,” Jin admitted. “I think I am. I’ve never had real reason to be scared before, but this is so big.”

“We don’t have to decide tonight. You can go back to your owner, call for us if you decide to say yes.”

“No. If I go back there he gets my data for the night. He can track my orgasms, my arousal… He’ll ask and I can’t lie to him. I can’t lie.”

“Can’t?”

“Well… I suppose I’m capable of it,” Jin chuckled. “I’m just bad at it.”

“That’s okay, Namjoon hasn’t been able to lie to me since the day I met him.”

Jin rose, helping her with the dishes as they spoke.

“Did you fall for him right away?”

“No. It took about twenty minutes and him walking into two walls trying to talk to me.”

Jin laughed with her, looking through the doorway that Namjoon had disappeared into. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

“Of course.”

“Why? You say you feel something for me, but you two are such a good couple already. If I do this, I—I don’t wanna be a sex slave.”

Halsey nodded. “Fair question.” She hoisted herself up on the counter, tying her hair back as she spoke. “Namjoon and I love each other. We’ve been called the perfect couple by his coworkers and mine. But we’ve always had something missing. I think we both knew it – knew what could possibly fix it, but we were afraid to take that leap. As advanced as the world is, polyamorous couples are still… I’m sure you get that.”

Jin nodded. “Frowned upon, yeah,” he agreed, wiping the plate dry.

“Right. Joon’s friends would accept it, I’m sure… Mine too, but it would be a change. So, we just kinda kept quiet about it, tried to make it work. With his birthday present tonight, I think… I don’t know if I was really doing it for him, or to see if it made sense – if we worked better with a third.”

“And you found out you did,” Jin said. Halsey nodded.

“Right. If it had been any old android I’m sure we would’ve let him go and then talked about it after but you… There’s something about you.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him until she could wrap her legs around his waist. “You’re special.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Do you know that?”

“I’m just Jin.”

“Hm… Yeah. But Jin is special. And I can’t wait to get to know you.”

“You two keep talking about that. Me, thinking and being… But what am I? I don’t know what’s my real personality even, or what’s been programmed into me. Who am I? The only thing that I know is really mine is the way I feel when I look at you two. But I know that’s one small emotion and there’s a whole sea of things that I just… I’m not sure who Jin is, even if you think he is special.”

“Welcome to humanity,” Halsey whispered, bumping her nose against his.

“What?”

She shrugged. “You think we know who we are? No human does. I think androids have a better sense than we do – I mean you guys are told what you are. But not knowing? That’s humanity. The fear that you’re not special, or not the way people want you to be – that’s being a human, Jin. I worry if my music is me or if it’s some bullshit that the radio wants, and I’m faking it for the fans. Namjoon – he’s so afraid that the only reason he’s liked is because he’s some child genius, and no one really cares about the goofy, silly Namjoon inside. Nobody knows who they really are at this age, Jin. That’s okay. That’s why we need friends to help us figure it out.”

Jin smiled a little at her words. “Are you my friend?”

“More than. Joon too.” She nudged his nose again and pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth. “And we’ll hold your hand while you’re figuring out who you are, okay? I won’t let you fall.”

Jin nodded. “If I could cry I would.”

“Did they not install that?”

Jin shook his head. “I can feel the emotion of sadness or… When tears would be applicable but they didn’t install it beyond wetting my eyes.”

Halsey frowned. “Talk to Joon’s boss about getting that installed if you want. I bet it’d be easy.”

Jin laughed a little. “Okay.”

Namjoon entered, leaning on the door frame. “He’s on his way over.”

“He has to come over?” Jin asked. Namjoon nodded.

“A few basic tests. I know you’ll pass them. Then he’ll wire me the funds. Do you know how much your ownership would be?”

“No, I’m sorry. You’ll have to call my boss.”

“Let me,” Halsey said, holding out her hand for her phone. “I talked to this sleaze before.”

Namjoon passed it over and she called the number, winking at Jin. Namjoon wrapped his arms around Jin’s middle, running his fingers lightly over his fit stomach. Halsey hopped off the counter and padded into the other room, her expression stern as she introduced herself.

“She could have worked the stock exchange, I swear. The woman is a killer with negotiation.”

“Perhaps a lawyer,” Jin offered and Namjoon laughed.

“Good point. Do you need a shower or anything before my boss gets here?”

“Do I smell?”

“Like heaven,” Namjoon said. Jin chuckled.

“Then no… What tests is he going to do?”

“Basic ones, checking your software, hardware, some basic questions. Nothing too invasive, and Halsey and I will be right here the whole time.”

“Is he kind?”

“Yeah, he’s a sweet man. He started off as a robotics developer and has just moved upward. You’ll like him, I think.”

In the other room, Halsey made a noise of frustration, drawing their attention. “Uh oh,” Namjoon mumbled.

“No, you listen to me, sir. I may sound young but I know how this works. That is a ridiculous price. I know what a new model goes for and that’s far beyond it.”

Jin giggled behind his hand. “She’s got a temper… It’s amazing.”

“She knows what she wants, and she isn’t afraid to get it. It’s one of the reasons I fell for her. I’m a smart guy, see? And a lot of times… People gave me this dumb respect just for that instead of getting to know me. Like my IQ somehow garnered me some royalty. I’m just an idiot twenty-something though. She saw right through that bullshit and had zero problem telling me off when I was acting like a cocky asshole. I really appreciated that.” He shrugged.

“She also told me you walked into multiple walls after you two first met.”

“Okay, the first one was an accident – and it wasn’t a wall! It was a glass door.”

Jin laughed helplessly, and Namjoon grinned. His heart stuttered at the sound of Jin’s laughter. He knew he wanted to hear it more and more.

Halsey scolded the person on the phone once more, earning another fit of giggles from both Jin and Namjoon. She stormed back in, her cheeks flushed and eyes dark with anger.

“That man is a fucker and I hope he gets massive diarrhea in the middle of vigorous sex.”

“Didn’t go well?”

“Oh, it went fine.” Halsey handed Namjoon the phone, a number printed on the screen.

“This is a steal,” Namjoon said. “No way.”

“I was well on my way to threatening physical harm if he didn’t lower the cost. We would have paid it, you’re worth it,” she assured Jin, “but I’m not giving that ass the satisfaction of a good paycheck if I can help it.”

“This will definitely be doable for the company.” Namjoon kissed Halsey deeply. “I still wish you’d let us hire you for negotiations.”

“You couldn’t afford me,” Halsey teased.

“Hm, maybe not, but you’d look damn good running our business meetings.”

“Now, that’s just sexist.” She pushed him lightly. “I’m going to go put actual clothes on before your boss shows up.”

Namjoon’s boss was a handsome older man by the name of Seungryong. Dark hair and dark eyes, he observed Jin from a distance before approaching and offering his hand. Jin bowed low, holding his hand tightly for a moment.

“Thank you for being willing to examine me for the role you need,” he said softly.

“You’re quite polite. How long have you been working?”

“Some years. Six, I think? I’m not really sure, I’m sorry.”

“Does your owner do updates regularly?”

“Yes, every six months on the dot. I just had one last week.”

“Do you mind if I take a peek?”

“Sure.” Jin sat on the couch and Namjoon sat close to him.

“You said he is displaying signs of sentience?” Seungryong asked. He opened a small briefcase and pulled out some cords.

“Yes. A new learned emotion.”

“Love?”

Namjoon nodded. “Would you like some coffee?”

“You know me too well.” Namjoon smiled. He squeezed Jin’s thigh.

“You okay?” Jin nodded, holding out his arm for the cords.

Halsey took Namjoon’s place, wrapping her arm loosely around Jin’s middle.

“How have you been, Hal?”

“Okay. Working on a new song,” she said.

He nodded. “My daughter loves what you put out, we’ll keep an eye out for it.” Now, Seokjin, is it?” He asked, pressing the cords into the tiny spot that opened for them on Jin’s palm.

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you been in the escort profession your entire life?”

“Yes.”

“Same owner?”

Jin nodded.

“And he’s – I’m guessing… Not a friend of The Sentience Project.” As he spoke, he flipped through various files on the screen connected to the cords.

“Not at all. But he’s willing to sell to an independent buyer.”

“Have you discussed price?”

Halsey nodded. She slid over the paper with the price on it.

“Hm, not bad at all… May I ask why?”

“That would be my doing,” Halsey said. “His original price was three times as much. He’s scum, but he’s stupid. And I’m smart, if I say so myself.”

Seungryong laughed. “You are, God knows Namjoon praises your brains enough. I believe it. It looks like your software is up to date… A few odd neural networks that I would like to look at in more detail, but I think I can attribute that to independent learning.”

“Will it break me somehow?”

“Not at all. The fascinating thing about androids of your type is that once independent learning has begun, the neural networks work almost entirely independently. They build off of the software, yes, but they essentially patch and network all themselves. It’s why our sentience switch works – it essentially kills that part of the network that needs those updates and allows the independent networking to build it freely.”

“It’s literally humanizing machines.”

Seungryung shrugged. “It’s been said. A few simple tests of intelligence now, if you don’t mind.” He unplugged Jin and tucked away the screen before pulling out a book.

“Read this quickly now.”

The tests continued on for a few hours, back and forth between the two. Namjoon’s nerves were shot, fears that Jin for some reason wouldn’t pass, or would decide he’d had enough of it and would change his mind. Each time a test was passed, he was relieved – one step closer.

Finally, Seungryung closed his briefcase and nodded.

“I want to test the chip on you. You might be our best subject yet.”

“Really?”

“Yes. The money has been wired to your account, Namjoon. I’ll see you and Jin in the office bright and early on Monday… Take tomorrow off and the weekend – get some nice clothes, get him accustomed to a free life.”

Jin rose and bowed low. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t thank me, you’re helping us. But Jin? You need a last name. Think on one, so I can put it on the paperwork next week, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Namjoon shook Seungryung’s hand. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“You know half those tests weren’t necessary,” Seungryung whispered.

“Why did you do them?”

“To see how you and Halsey would react… And how he responded to you… You say he just learned sentience tonight but he… He is so bright.  I can’t wait to start working with him. He’s so clever, and handsome… If he keeps up this rate, we might have a switch that can be advocated for by the end of the year… And you might be dating our poster boy.”

Namjoon chuckled and looked back at Jin, who was cuddling on the couch with Halsey as she spoke on the phone.

“I’m just glad he’s here, and he agreed… I never planned…”

“You never plan for love, my boy. Enjoy your weekend with your new partner. We’ll talk Monday.”

“Thank you again.”

Seungryung nodded and headed out.

Namjoon settled onto the couch behind Jin, resting his head on his shoulder. Halsey held up her phone. The screen showed an email – the ownership papers for Seokjin, now in Kim Namjoon’s name.

“He’s ours.”

“He’s free,” Namjoon whispered, kissing Jin’s neck. Jin smiled softly, reading over the email again and again.

“I’m free…”

“What do you want to do with your first night of freedom, baby?” Halsey asked.

“I want to cuddle my partners. Kiss you both… Spend the evening watching films and feeling… Human. Learning.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Namjoon said. He shifted over enough to kiss Jin’s lips, not missing the way Jin’s breath caught as he did. Halsey moved next, kissing Namjoon and then Jin, laughing a little as she did.

Namjoon hadn’t planned on anything more than a fun night for his birthday. Halsey’s gift had certainly spiced things up, but neither could have anticipated just how much it would change things. He’d always felt something missing in his life. But as they cuddled on the couch, sharing kisses and gentle touches, whispering and laughing, Namjoon felt complete. Life with a new partner – an android no less – would have its challenges, but he was up for them. As long as he had Halsey and Jin by his side, they would make it through just fine.

[here4theheartbreak]

Naked Yoga

AO3 Link Here! Relationships: Jimin x Jungkook x Taehyung Genre(s): smut, PWP Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Spitroasting Tags: smut, PWP, bottom!Jungkook, top!Jimin, top!Taehyung, spitroasting, bareback, coming untouched, ass to mouth, dirty talk, threesome, established relationship, polyamory, rough sex, face fucking Summary: Jungkook is just trying to do his yoga and relax a little. But it’s his birthday and Jimin and Taehyung have other ideas.

Word Count: ~1.7k A/N: Written in celebration of our Jungkook’s birthday!

Jungkook took a breath as he bent his body upward. Closing his eyes he counted to sixty, breathing deep and steady. He shifted slowly into another position, beginning his count over. And again, slow and even. He heard the bedroom door open to his left, but remained in position, not losing count.

“You really look too sexy doing that,” Jimin said. Jungkook opened his eyes, looking over. Jimin and Taehyung had entered the room, their arms crossed as they watched him shift his yoga positions.

“It’s not meant to be erotic,” he chided them, shifting into another position. This one was on his knees, his back angled downward and forehead touching the ground. His arms were stuck out in front of him.

“Now you’re just teasing us,” Taehyung whined.

“You’re just a pervert. Did you two need something or did you just come in to throw me off my counts?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, we were going to come in and offer you help, but since you’re being such a bully…” Jimin hurried to Jungkook’s side, grabbed his hips and tugging at his sweats. Jungkook groaned.

“Come on, what are you doing?”

“It’s your birthday tomorrow, Jungkookie. We also wanted to come give you your present,” Taehyung said, squatting down in front of Jungkook.

“Well lemme finish this at least.” Jungkook wiggled his hips out of Jimin’s grip and shifted himself up slowly, bending his body into an inverted V shape with his feet and elbows. He knew he was pushing his ass directly into Jimin’s face, and admittedly, the little groan it earned him from Jimin was well worth losing breath count once again.

Taehyung crouched down, resting his chin on Jungkook’s fists. When Jungkook glanced up, he grinned brightly. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you scream, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. His knees shook when he shivered, breaking his position. Jimin took advantage and grabbed his ass, forcing his hips down. He laid over Jungkook’s back and kissed along his neck.

“We’re tired of waiting.”

Jungkook whined. “I can tell…” He shifted his hips, bumping against Jimin’s erection. Jimin grunted. “Are you done with your exercises?”

“Kinda have to be, hm?” Jungkook turned his head as well as he could to look up at Jimin, who grinned. “Nope… you could keep going. Just… Do it naked for us.”

“Did you two mention something about my birthday present?” Jungkook complained. Despite the complaint, he allowed Jimin and Taehyung to pull him up and begin ridding him of his clothing.

“It will be,” Taehyung assured him.

“We’ll make you feel so good, baby,” Jimin added.

“More relaxed than any silly yoga could.”

Jungkook chuckled. The two stepped away and crouched on the floor nearby, waiting for him to start his poses again. He rolled his eyes, surprised at how self-conscious he actually felt. He’d been naked in front of Taehyung and Jimin a thousand times over the years – he’d lost his virginity to them for god’s sake. But this felt different, in some way. He was putting on a show for them, sort of. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the nerves and settle back into a rhythm.

It worked, after a while, and Jungkook was able to fall back into his pattern of poses, focusing on the stretch of his body and the depth of his breaths. He could hear Taehyung and Jimin in the room, quietly shifting and breathing. His own cock had hardened despite his focus, the awareness of being watched by his two lovers not disappearing completely.

He opened his eyes, settling into a sitting pose. His heart skipped a beat when he saw Jimin and Taehyung. They’d stripped out of their clothing, and Jimin’s head was bobbing gently as he sucked Taehyung’s cock. Taehyung smirked at Jungkook, twisting his fingers in Jimin’s hair.

“Envious?” He teased.

Jungkook swallowed hard. He nodded. Jimin pulled off Taehyung’s cock, wiping his mouth.

“Lay down. I’ll suck you.”

“I’m not jealous of him,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh...” Taehyung smirked. He stroked his spit slicked cock. “You wanna suck it.”

Jungkook nodded. He shifted positions. Bracing his arms and using them to lift his torso up, he let his legs stretch behind him. He opened his thighs wide, cock rubbing against the mat on the floor.

“Now’s when you two can give me my birthday present.”

Jimin scrambled up, taking the lube Taehyung handed him and settling between Jungkook’s open legs. He immediately began to finger him open, palming himself with his other hand.

Taehyung stood in front of Jungkook, chuckling when he realized the pose put Jungkook at the perfect height.

“Can you hold this pose for long, baby?” Jungkook nodded, leaning forward just a little to nuzzled his cheek against Taehyung’s cock.

“When you two are busy this is the pose I use to come. I can hold this pose for at least thirty minutes.”

“To come?” Jimin asked. Jungkook nodded.

“Mhm. I put a plug up my ass... And I just kinda...” He began to lazily grind his hips, using the mat and his own body to stimulate his cock.

“Oh fuck... We need to watch that one of these days,” Taehyung said.

Jungkook grinned broadly. “Lemme suck it now?” He asked politely, pushing his hips back a little against Jimin’s fingers.

Taehyung slid his cock into Jungkook’s open mouth, groaning softly. Jungkook bobbed his head. His muscles shifting and moving under his skin as he did. Both of his lovers could see the obvious tension in his body, and how much he loved it.

“I can’t... I gotta fuck you,” Jimin admitted. He slicked his cock and slid home, working his way past the just loosened rim of Jungkook’s hole.

Jungkook squeaked, gagging hard on Taehyung’s cock.

“Fuck, do that again,” Taehyung panted. He fisted Jungkook’s hair, beginning to twist his hips. Jungkook relaxed between the two, whimpering and groaning as Jimin fucked him open. He let himself gag and cough on Taehyung’s cock, knowing his throat spasming and fluttering had to feel amazing.

Jimin whined, his hips striking Jungkook’s sass hard as he fucked into him. “You’re so goddamn tight, baby boy. Does yoga do this?”

Jungkook tried to pull back to answer but Taehyung held tight to his hair, driving his cock in and holding it there.

Jungkook began to gag, holding up a thumbs up in hopes Jimin would understand that was a yes.

His own cock ached between the mat and his body, twitching and throbbing, desperate for attention. Jungkook ignored it, trusting his lovers to get him there.

Jimin pulled out and slapped Jungkook’s ass.

“I can’t. I’m gonna come way too fast if I keep fucking you like that.”

Taehyung pulled out, shifting to hold Jungkook’s shoulder as he coughed hard.

“Fuck his face for a bit. I want his ass anyway.”

“Isn’t it time for you to shift positions anyway, Jungkookie?” Jimin suggested.

Jungkook obeyed, rising into the position he’d originally teased Jimin in, his ass in the air on his knees, head low to the ground. He spread his arms enough that Jimin could wiggle between them, cock lined up to his face. Taehyung knelt behind him, adding more lube before slamming into him.

Jimin fisted his hair, dragging him down until he’d swallowed the entirety of his cock. Jungkook gagged dangerously, his own cock twitching and dribbling onto the mat. He could taste himself on Jimin’s cock as Jimin fucked his mouth, making the entire situation somehow dirtier and sexier.

The room was filled with the sounds of their sex, Taehyung’s soft grunts and Jimin’s moans, the wet sound of the lube in Jungkook’s ass and his throat as he struggled to breathe around Jimin’s cock.

“Where do you want us to come, Jungkook?” Taehyung panted. He pulled out and held Jungkook open as he spoke. Jimin yanked his head back, letting him catch his breath to speak.

“My ass. B— both up my ass, please.”

“Anything for birthday boy,” Jimin cooed. He crawled out from under Jungkook and pulled him up so he was on all fours. He kissed him deeply.

“Jiminie... Come finish off in his ass. I want his mouth again,” Taehyung said. Jimin nodded. The two switched spots.

Taehyung kisses Jungkook gently. “I can taste Jimin’s cock on your tongue... Let’s add mine, hm?” Jungkook nodded.

“Take a breath, I won’t go easy.”

Jungkook nodded again. He opened his mouth, hanging his tongue out to show he was ready. Taehyung slipped just his tip past Jungkook’s lips. Behind him, Jimin pressed his tip into Jungkook’s ass.

“One,” Taehyung said.

“Two.” Jimin said. Jungkook’s heart began to pound faster.

“Three.”

The two slammed in at the same time, burying their cocks in Jungkook’s respective holes. He jerked between them, his back arching. His cock twitched as he came, spilling ropes of come onto the mat under him.

They both fucked him hard and fast, chasing their orgasms as Jungkook writhed on their cocks.

Jimin whined, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s hips. “Clench up again, come on.”

Jungkook did his best to obey, helped along each time Taehyung’s cock gagged him.

“That’s it - Oh God!” Jimin slammed in twice and went still, shuddering as he came.

Taehyung pulled out, pressing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. He moved to where Jimin was, stroking and squeezing his spit slicked cock. As soon as Jimin slid out, Taehyung slammed in, dragging Jungkook’s exhausted body back to meet his thrusts. He snarled as he came as well, adding to the mess Jimin had left.

Jungkook shivered hard, sobbing brokenly. Taehyung’s cock had bumped perfectly against his oversensitive prostate, milking another few ropes of come from his softening cock.

Jimin and Taehyung both rushed to help him clean up, praising him softly. Jungkook remained still, smiling tiredly and lavishing in the attention. Taehyung tugged his sweats back on and helped him up, walking him over to the bed.

“Happy birthday, Jungkookie,” Jimin whispered as they laid down on either side of him.

“Thank you for the present,” Jungkook mumbled.

“That wasn’t really your present,” Taehyung admitted. “Once you nap and we get up and shower, we’ve got a nice dinner planned to take you out to.”

Jungkook’s smile widened further. He snuggled closer to Taehyung, reaching out to pull Jimin closer to his other side. “My boyfriends are the best,” he murmured, his words blending together in his exhausted state.

Both Jimin and Taehyung grinned. “Get some rest, birthday boy. We love you.”

[here4theheartbreak]

Properly Chastised

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung Genre(s): smut, PWP

Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Hoseok x Jimin

Tags: smut, pwp, dirty talk, spanking, bottom!Taehyung, top!Jimin, top!Hoseok, light D/s elements, comeplay, rough sex, coming untouched, bareback, polyamory, established relationship Summary: Taehyung realizes that he really likes to be spanked. No way can his boyfriends find out. They would most definitely use it against him.

Word Count: ~2.9k A/N: This fulfills a request where Taehyung realizes he likes being spanked both in and out of the bedroom. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for requesting!

Sometimes Jimin did things without thinking. Deciding to smack Taehyung’s ass on camera might have been one of those things. Taehyung’s cheeks reddened instantly, a shiver running down his spine. He grinned and laughed despite the sudden racing of his heart, but knew Jimin had to have noticed.

The following day, Taehyung was leaned over, head stuck in the fridge as he searched for the bowl of leftovers he’d hidden the day before. A firm smack landed to his sweatpants clad rear, making him squeak and bang his head on the shelf. He yanked back and stood up, ready to give whoever it was an earful.

Hoseok grinned broadly, crossing his arms. He cocked one eyebrow, daring Taehyung to get angry.

“I hit my head,” Taehyung pouted instead.

“I couldn’t resist. You’ve got such a nice butt, baby.” Hoseok stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Taehyung, squeezing his ass. Taehyung shivered.

“So you tell me whenever you’re fucking it.” Hoseok grinned, pressing a kiss to Taehyung’s ear.

“I speak the truth. Speaking of which, we have the dorm to ourselves tonight. You in the mood?”

“Jimin too?”

Hoseok nodded. Taehyung nodded as well. “Sounds good, I’ve missed you guys.”

“It’s a deal. What were you looking for anyway?”

“My dinner from last night, I was saving it for lunch today.”

“Oh, I think I saw that in Jungkook’s room.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “That little shit. Jungkook!” He shouted, turning and heading toward Jungkook’s room.

“Mind your blood pressure!” Hoseok teased, slapping Taehyung’s ass again as he walked away.

That evening, Taehyung slipped into Jimin and Hoseok’s room. The two were on the bed, looking through a photo album. Jimin grinned.

“Take a look, Taehyung.” He pulled out a photo and held it up.

Taehyung crawled onto the bed, smiling fondly at the photograph. It was of he, Jimin, and Hoseok, all piled together on a mothbitten blanket. They were all flushed from exertion, and Jimin’s knee was wrapped. Taehyung was holding up a small black square. Their first album.

“We’d finally done it,” Taehyung said softly, sentimental memories wetting his eyes.

“You and me decided to date for real that night,” Jimin said, reaching out and taking Taehyung’s hand.

“And of course I couldn’t leave you two unattended,” Hoseok teased.

Taehyung handed the photo back to Jimin and stretched out, resting his head in Hoseok’s lap. “Did we have a specific plan for tonight?”

“Nah, just hanging out. And you know.” Jimin smirked as he spoke.

“Really? Twenty three years old and can’t say the naughty word?” Taehyung teased.

“I can!”

“Say it. Fucking. To fuck. You wanna fuck me. You wanna get fucked.”

Jimin laughed helplessly as Taehyung continued, his cheeks reddening.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Taehyung,” Hoseok scolded.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Punish me?” Taehyung asked, nearly all his teeth showing with his grin.

“Maybe.”

Taehyung’s smile faltered, his stomach twisting. He snorted, shaking his head and sitting up. He went face to face with Hoseok.

“How? You wanna spank me?”

“Would you like that?”

The smile wavered on his lips. “What?”

“Would you like to be spanked, Taehyung?”

“N— No.”

“Yes, you would,” Jimin said. He swatted Taehyung’s ass hard. Taehyung gasped, his eyes fluttering for a moment.

“Knew it,” Hoseok murmured. He reached up, cupping Taehyung’s cheeks lightly. He kissed his lips, smiling when another smack had Taehyung whimpering softly.

“Get naked for us, Taehyungie,” Hoseok instructed. Taehyung rose, scrambling out of his clothes with shaking hands. Jimin and Hoseok kissed on the bed, pulling each other’s clothes off lazily.

When he was nude, Taehyung climbed back onto the bed. Hoseok shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Lay over my legs. We’re gonna give you the punishment you deserve.”

Taehyung’s cock twitched, eager to get involved. He obeyed, settling over Hoseok’s thighs and balancing his body on the edge of the bed. He pushed his ass up, smirking back at the two.

Hoseok’s hand smoothed over the curve of his ass. “So big and round.”

“He’s perfect,” Jimin agreed.

Taehyung’s chest swelled with pride, a shy smile gracing his lips. He closed his eyes, relaxing a little.

The first seat to his left side was light, playful, just enough to make him jump. Jimin giggled, squeezing the spot he’d smacked.

Hoseok swatted the right a little more firmly, kneading the flesh as he did.

The next slap was harder, square to the center of Taehyung’s ass. He gasped, his hips jerking at the sting.

“Too bad we don’t have a paddle. He’d look so nice with marks from it,” Hoseok commented.

“I have my belt.”

Taehyung moaned low in his throat. His cock throbbed and he shifted, rubbing himself against Hoseok’s thigh.

“Ohh... He likes that idea, don’t you baby?” Hoseok teased, slapping his ass again. “Go get it, Jimin.”

Hoseok continued to slap Taehyung’s ass as Jimin dug for the belt. Taehyung couldn’t begin to anticipate the next strike, each was a different degree of firmness, a different spot; it made Taehyung shake in Hoseok’s grip, his entire body alive with need.

The snap of the belt made Taehyung whimper.

“Stand up and bend over the bed,” Jimin said.

Taehyung obeyed, his knees shaking badly enough that he worried they’d give out. He screwed his eyes shut tighter, breathing deeply through his nose as he waited. He’d never been hit by anything more than a hand.

The first strike was hard, the thin leather snapping over his entire ass and leaving behind a painful sting. Taehyung shouted. The hit had ignited a fire deep in his stomach, a need for more. He stuck his ass out further.

“Please, Sir,” he whispered. Hoseok made a noise of surprise and arousal.

The next two strikes of the belt came in quick succession, and a hand landed hard on his ass immediately after. It burned the welts already forming and made Taehyung scream. His cock twitched, dribbling precome onto the floor. He bent his knees, bracing them on the side of the bed so he wouldn’t fall over.

Three more strikes with the belt landed on his ass, one after the other. Taehyung sobbed, tears streaking jagged lines down his smooth cheeks.

“Please!” He begged.

Another two strikes came in quick succession, followed by another firm spank from someone’s hand. Taehyung’s ass aches too badly to recognize who.

He was almost disappointed when the belt clattered to the floor, but the cold, lube slicked fingers pressing into his asshole made up for it. He moaned happily, pushing his ass back. That was Hoseok; he knew those slender fingers anywhere.

“Keep going,” Hoseok instructed. Taehyung’s brows furrowed, and he nearly opened his eyes to look back. He didn’t need to, however, because the question was answered.

Jimin began to spank him again, each strike sending a thousand needles of pleasure-pain through his sore, welted ass. He squealed and jumped at each strike, clenching around Hoseok’s fingers.

Taehyung’s arms gave out and he slumped onto the bed when Hoseok finally deemed him stretched enough. There was a shuffle, and Jimin laughed a little. “I’m gonna fuck you now, Taehyungie.”

“Please—“ Taehyung rasped.

“Hard,” Hoseok said.

Jimin lined himself up and pushed in without warning. Taehyung hissed, Jimin’s hips bumping up against some of the welts on Taehyung’s ass. He began to fuck into him quickly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. At the same time, Hoseok began to slap Taehyung’s ass again, starting light but increasing the vigor of his strikes almost immediately.

Taehyung screamed into his arm, his voice giving out. His ass burned inside and out, the ache twisting his guts and making his balls tighten.

“Fuck me,” he panted. “Please, fuck me, fuck me, Jimin—“ he squealed when Jimin pulled all the way out and drove back in.

“He’s so tight, I’m gonna come too soon,” Jimin complained.

“Do it.” Hoseok said. Taehyung could hear him whispering to Jimin, but his own panting and the blood rushing in his ears made it impossible to hear. Jimin giggled.

“Perfect.” He picked up the pace of his thrusts, chasing his orgasm now as Hoseok began to spank Taehyung once more.

Taehyung whined, thrusting back against Jimin.

“Please, please come—“

“Shh, just scream for us Taehyungie,” Jimin panted. He pulled out and stroked himself twice before his orgasm hit.

Taehyung jerked against the bed, a surprised shout slipping from his mouth. Jimin was coming on his ass, warming and burning some of the deepest welts.

Jimin sighed contentedly, driving himself back into Taehyung for last few throbs of his cock.

He pulled out and switched places with Hoseok, who gathered the come slidingfrom Taehyung’s used ass with the tip of his own cock. He added a little more lube and pushed in, chuckling when Taehyung only gasped and shuddered.

“Are we wearing you out, baby?”

Taehyung whimpered, fucking himself back on Hoseok’s cock. His entire body felt hypersensitive and he wanted nothing more than to come.

When Jimin began to spank his come streaked ass, Taehyung’s eyes rolled back. “Yes— Please, Yes—“ he repeated over and over, twisting his hips up and back to get more stimulation from both the spanking and Hoseok’s cock, pounding into him without mercy.

“I’m gonna come!” He warned, his voice raspy from screaming.

“Do it,” Jimin said. “Come on his cock. Come from us beating you, you little slut.”

Taehyung shivered. His stomach knotted in pleasure. He let his body relax, focusing on the painful slaps and the deep thrusts opening his ass. His orgasm washed over him like a wave, lazy and all encompassing. His entire body shivered as he spilled come onto the floor, gasping and sighing. He heard Hoseok swear and felt the firm throbs deep inside as Hoseok filled his ass. Jimin’s strikes slowed to a stop, kneading the sore skin of his ass. His entire body went limp when his cock began to soften, the edges of his orgasm still holding on. He continued to shiver and whimper, unable to hold himself up at all.

Hoseok’s firm arms wrapped around his belly, keeping him from crumpling onto the floor. Hoseok pulled out, soothing a hand down Taehyung’s sweat soaked back.

They settled onto the bed. Jimin donned his boxers and disappeared for a moment, returning with a wet washcloth. He carefully washed Taehyung’s ass, dotting his shoulders with gentle kisses whenever he hissed. He helped him pull on a pair of soft pajamas and cuddled up to him.

“How was that, Tae?” Hoseok asked. “Hm... Amazing,” Taehyung mumbled, burying his face in his pillow.

“No issues?”

“Nope... Cuddle me?”

“Of course.” Hoseok and Jimin both snuggled closer, kissing over his shoulders and arms.

“I love you guys,” Taehyung murmured.

“Love you too, baby,” Hoseok whispered. Jimin nuzzled Taehyung’s neck.

“Love you, soulmate.”

Taehyung smiled a little, drifting off to a peaceful, and much needed sleep.

[here4theheartbreak]

Sensitive (Tae2Seok)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Hoseok x Jin x Taehyung

Genre(s): smut, PWP Written for @btspolyshipbingo Square Filled: Hoseok x Jin x Taehyung

Tags: smut, pwp, dirty talk, frottage, dry humping, grinding, hickeys, teasing, no penetrative sex, handjobs, implied bottom!Taehyung, established relationship, polyamory Summary: Jin has a sensitive neck. His boyfriends can’t help but tease.

Word Count: ~1.4k A/N: This fulfills a request from AO3 from hobiscupcakes that I got a millennia ago for frottage! It also fulfills an anonymous request for Jin’s boyfriend(s) teasing his sensitive neck, biting, sucking etc, and watching him squirm. Hope this satisfies what you were looking for and thank you for sending it in!

“Look at his ears!” Jungkook teased. Jin tucked lower, pulling his hood up.

“I can’t control it,” he grumbled.

“Aw, he’s so embarrassed. Smile, Jin-hyung,” Jimin said, holding his phone up.

“Aw, leave him alone,” Taehyung scolded. He wrapped his arms around Jin’s shoulders and nuzzled his chin against his head until the hoodie came loose. He nipped Jin’s ear playfully before nuzzling against his neck. Jin shivered, closing his eyes and leaning against Taehyung.

“You are nauseating,” Jimin complained with no venom.

“What are they doing now?” Hoseok asked, shrugging off his rain jacket and hat as he entered the dorm.

“Being gross.”

“They’re teasing me,” Jin complained.

“Hey, I was defending you,” Taehyung argued, still clinging to Jin’s shoulders even as he stood.

“You were teasing in different ways,” Jin complained. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s mouth. “How was the meeting?”

“Good. The song is just about done, we think.”

“Think the fans will like it?” Taehyung asked.

“I hope so.” Hoseok shrugged. “I like it. Wanna hear what I’ve got so far?”

Jin and Taehyung both nodded, following Hoseok into their bedroom.

The three piled onto the bed as Hoseok snagged his laptop. Taehyung wrapped himself around Jin’s back, resting his chin on his shoulder. Hoseok faced them, handing over a set of earbuds for them to share. He started playing the song he’d been working on,  watching their faces for any reaction.

Jin remained stone faced, knowing Hoseok was waiting. Taehyung was grinning, bobbing his head lightly to the beat.

“This is great,” Taehyung cried when the song ended. He pulled his earbud out.

Hoseok smiled softly. “Jin-hyung?”

Jin scowled. Hoseok’s smile slid from his face. “Hyung?”

“Hobi this... This is...” Jin sighed and took his earbud out, passing it back to Hoseok.

“What?” Hoseok set the computer on the bedside stand.

“I’m afraid to say.”

“Hyung—“

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve heard this year.”

Hoseok’s shoulders slumped. “You asshole!” He shouted. He punched Jin in the arm even as Jin cracked up.

“I thought you hated it!”

“I would never!” Jin said through peals if laughter. Taehyung joined in the attack, smacking and shaking Jin. The two clambered over him, pinning him to the bed. Jin still giggled wildly. Taehyung began to tickle his ribs. Hoseok leaned down, nipping at Jin’s throat.

The laughter died, cut off by a gasp at the move.

Taehyung and Hoseok both went still. Hoseok licked a stripe up Jin’s neck to his ear, earning a soft moan.

“Oh, so sensitive,” Taehyung teased, pressing soft kisses to Jin’s neck and reddening ears.

“Don’t—“

“Aw, don’t like to be teased? Maybe you shouldn’t have teased me.” Hoseok nipped at his ear before kissing over his neck.

“Maybe we should punish him for being so mean to you,” Taehyung suggested.

“I like that idea.”

Jin moaned softly. Taehyung reached down, squeezing Jin’s hardening cock through his sweats.

“He likes it too,” Taehyung teased. He shifted so his thigh was between Jin’s legs. Gently, he began to grind against his thigh, letting his own thigh bump and rub against Jin’s erection.

Jin whined, baring his teeth.

“Move a little,” Hoseok instructed. He pushed Jin’s legs more open, beginning to grind against his other thigh. He and Taehyung’s legs were pressed together, a constant stimulation on Jin’s cock as they sucked and licked at his neck. Jin grabbed at them, his hands fisting their shirts. He twisted his hips desperately, moving his legs against their cocks to drag moans from them as well.

Taehyung sucked a hickey onto Jin’s neck while Hoseok panted in his ear.

“Gonna come for us, hyung? Squirt in your sweats like some teenager who can’t even look at a dirty picture without creaming himself?”

Jin whined. He looked over at Hoseok, wetting his lips. “Please— More, I need more.”

“No you don’t.” Hoseok pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You’re gonna come for us, just like this.”

He shifted, humping himself more vigorously against Jin’s thigh. As he did, his own thigh rubbed more against Jin, earning another desperate cry.

“He’s gonna come,” Taehyung panted. He moved back, smirking at the smattering of light bruises dotting Jin’s neck.

“God, he’s such a slut,” Hoseok teased. The two began to ride Jin’s hips, bumping and grinding against his cock. Hoseok leaned down, clamping his teeth on Jin’s neck.

Jin screamed when he began to suck. His hips bucked wildly. A dark circle spread on the front of his sweats, his sticky come oozing up through the fabric as he came.

Taehyung yanked his sweats down in time to see the final few ropes squirting out, painting Jin’s stomach in white streaks.

He pulled his own cock free and stroked it a few times before running the tip through the come on Jin’s groin. He grabbed Jin’s softening cock along with his own and began to stroke with one hand, moaning when Jin whined his name.

“Too much.”

“Make me come, Jin-hyung,” Taehyung whispered.

Jin thrashed, his thighs shaking with the almost painful overstimulation. Hoseok rose, setting his hand over Taehyung’s.

“I have a better idea.” He pulled himself from his pants and shifted so his cock was nearly parallel to Taehyung’s. He grabbed Jin’s hand and placed it over both their cocks, letting Jin’s go.

“Make us both come, Jin-hyung.”

Jin began to stroke their cocks, making sure their tips rubbed together as he worked from base to top. He watched with half closed eyes as they shared a messy kiss, cocks dribbling precome and slicking the way for his strokes.

Hoseok reaches down, scooping up a bit of Jin’s come on his fingers. He reached back, pushing Taehyung’s pants down further. Taehyung gasped, his eyes fluttering shut, when Hoseok drove two fingers, slick with come, into his ass.

Taehyung shifted, humping into Jin’s grip and back onto the fingers inside him. He whimpered both of their names as he came, hot ropes splashing onto Jin’s cock.

He continued to stroke them both, focusing his attention on Hoseok.

“Please, Hobi... Come for me,” he pleaded. Hoseok laughed breathlessly.

“You’re so pretty when you beg...” He began to thrust forward into Jin’s hand, grunting softly. His entire body shuddered as he spilled onto Jin’s crotch, making Jin moan softly as he stroked them down.

Taehyung and Hoseok flopped next to Jin as they came down from their orgasms, sharing gentle kisses with him.

“I feel gross,” Jin finally complained.

“You wanted it,” Taehyung mumbled.

“But now it’s getting cold and nasty… Can one of you grab the wipes?”

Hoseok grunted, cuddling tighter to Jin’s side. Jin groaned, rolling his eyes. “Please?” He asked again.

“Ugh…” Taehyung grumbled as he sat up, grabbing a packet of wipes from the bedside stand. He set them on Jin’s stomach and laid back down. “Now leave me alone.”

“You’re such a nice boyfriend,” Jin joked. He cleaned himself up and tossed the pack aside, wiggling himself deeper between the two.

“The stylists are gonna kill you,” Hoseok mumbled.

“Me?”

“You and Taehyung, if you tell them who did that to your neck. Looks like you got into a fight with a vacuum and lost.”

Jin snorted. “You know I’m telling them. Remember last time I covered for you two? I got an earful for nearly an hour. It’s your turn.”

“Aw, come on - Like you haven’t gotten me in trouble before,” Taehyung whined.

“Mm… Maybe. But you deserve it this time. Now shh.”

“So mean.”

“It’s been said.”

“I love you anyway.”

“I know you do.”

Hoseok snorted. “Gross.”

“We love you too, Hobi,” Jin cooed.

“Shh, I’m sleeping,” Hoseok growled.

“Aw.”

Hoseok sighed, smiling against Jin’s shoulder. “I love you too.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Jin said, grinning broadly. He closed his eyes, sighing contentedly and gripping his boyfriends just a little closer.

[flora-jimin]

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Run to Me (Kim Line Poly)

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Relationships: Jin x Namjoon x Taehyung Genre(s): Smut, Angst Rating: Explicit

Written for: @btspolyshipbingo​ Square Filled: Run

Tags: smut, angst, pining, happy ending, polyamory, getting together, first kiss, jealousy, HYYH AU, child abuse, side pairing Jimin/Hoseok, implied side pairing Jungkook/Yoongi, barebacking, drinking, threesome virgin!Taehyung, switch!Taehyung, switch!Namjoon, switch!Jin

Summary: Taehyung has a crush on Namjoon. Not like he stands a chance with Jin there though. Word Count: ~6.6k

A/N: Written for @namjinsmaknaes​, who helped me with the idea for it and hoped I’d write it. Hope you enjoy it!!

“Can I stay here tonight?” Taehyung asked softly. Namjoon swiped lightly at the blood on his lip, and Taehyung winced.

“It was your Dad, wasn’t it?” He asked. Taehyung lowered his gaze, embarrassment coloring his features.

“Yeah.”

Namjoon sighed heavily. He dipped the cloth in water once more, dying it a pale pink. He wiped over the spot again and shook his head. “I hate that man. I wish you’d move out. Not like he’d notice, or even care. At least you’d be safe then.”

“I can’t leave my family,” Taehyung whispered. “Him, I don’t care about but…��

“I know. I know. Yeah, you can stay tonight.” Namjoon smiled softly and rose, cleaning up the supplies he’d used to fix Taehyung’s bruised face. As he washed the cup in the sink, he spoke. “I don’t have much food but we can go get some, if you want.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Well… I was gonna go for a walk in the park.”

“That I’ll tag along for,” Taehyung agreed. Fights with his dad – or anyone – usually made him antsy. So, a good, long walk would be ideal for him. He watched Namjoon wander around the tiny one-bedroom home, gathering up his coat and shoes and a backpack that rattled suspiciously.

“Ready?” He asked, tugging a beanie over his head.

Taehyung nodded, rising and pulling on his own coat. Namjoon smiled at him and Taehyung returned it, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He couldn’t recall the first time he realized he liked Namjoon as more than just a friend. Maybe when they first met, and Namjoon smiled that bright dimpled grin at him. Or maybe the first time Namjoon patched up an injury he’d gotten. Whenever it was, he knew he had it bad. He just wished he could do something about it. But Namjoon would never be into him. Strong, brave, bad ass – he was everything Taehyung looked up to, and nothing he could ever remotely catch as a boyfriend. If Namjoon was even into guys. He was… Relatively sure he was, if some of his dirty magazines had said anything about it, but one could never be too sure. And he wasn’t about to ruin a friendship over a wrongly assumed sexuality.

As the two walked through the deserted park, taking in the cool night air and the stars visible even with the Seoul city lights, Taehyung felt at peace. He opened his mouth, about to ask the one question that had been bugging him, when Namjoon grabbed his wrist. “Come on.”

“Where are we going.”

“You’ll see. Come on, Van Gogh.” Namjoon winked and tugged Taehyung toward the main sidewalk. The two ran together in the night, and Taehyung finally connected the metallic sound in Namjoon’s backpack; spray paint.

His grin widened and he sped up, letting Namjoon lead him into a darkened alleyway. They stopped, breathless, and Namjoon dropped the backpack on the ground. It opened, spilling out a few cans.

“Show me what you can do, artist.”

“What should I make?” Taehyung asked, scooping up a bright pink that matched Namjoon’s hair. He began to work, tongue jutting out from between his teeth. He could feel Namjoon watching him, and an eager little ball of energy began to form in his stomach. Maybe he could show Namjoon just how much he meant this way. He began to spray with more vigor, glancing over at Namjoon.

Namjoon smirked at him around his sucker, leaning against the wall to watch him work. Taehyung switched colors every now and then, little surges of pride at the happy noises Namjoon was making.

A flash of lights dragged the smile of from Namjoon’s face. He smacked Taehyung’s arm, scooping up the backpack. Taehyung’s eye widened when he heard the cop shout. He took off down the sidewalk with Namjoon, laughing a little at Namjoon’s broad grin.

Neither of them wanted to be caught, he was sure, but the adrenaline rush was great. Eager to show off, he turned around and ran backwards, pulling a face at the cop in pursuit of them. Namjoon laughed brightly, grabbing at his jacket to pull him along.

Despite their best efforts, the cops cut them off, having split up along the walkway. They shoved Namjoon and Taehyung against the car rougher than necessary, spitting curses at them.

Taehyung’s eyes landed on Namjoon, who was still grinning breathlessly. A hard knot of lust formed in his stomach. He needed to tell Namjoon the truth. He had to take a shot at this.

Taehyung swore at the cop that banged his head on the frame of the car as he was shoved into the back, the metal of the cuffs biting uncomfortably into this wrist. Namjoon ended up next to him, their shoulders bumping together. Namjoon laughed a little, shaking his head.

“What do we do?” Taehyung asked in a whisper before the cops got in.

“We’ll call Jin-hyung to bail us out. Tell them he’s your big brother. It’ll save you a run in with your dad.”

Taehyung nodded. The cop entered and banged on the metal grill separating them from the front.

“Not a fucking word.”

“How about a limerick?” Namjoon teased. The other cop looked back, flashing him a deadly scowl.

“Smart ass, huh? Not gonna be so smart in jail.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes deeply. “We’ll be out in an hour.”

“You little—”

“Stop it,” the other cop muttered as he drove. “They aren’t worth it, and he’s probably right. Little punks always have ways out.”

Namjoon looked over at Taehyung. Taehyung grinned sheepishly. They remained silent on the remainder of the drive to the police station, only speaking up once the cops asked if they had anyone to call.

Jin picked up on the second ring.

“What’s up, Taehyungie?”

“Ah… I’m at the police station. I’m with Namjoon-hyung.”

“What did you two do?” Taehyung could hear some rustling as he spoke.

“Ah… Tagging walls.”

“Tae—”

“We need to get bailed out. If you can’t I gotta call my dad and…”

“No.” Jin cut him off immediately. “Don’t. I’ll be down there in ten minutes, okay? Sit tight and don’t cause trouble.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

“See you soon.” The phone clicked in Taehyung’s ear and he hung up, nodding to Namjoon.

“He’s coming.”

Taehyung and Namjoon both hugged Jin when they were released from the cell. “Thanks, Jin-hyung,” Namjoon said.

“Can’t leave my boys in a cage,” Jin joked. “We’ll meet you outside, okay, Taehyung?” Taehyung nodded, heading over to the desk to claim the few belongings they’d taken from him before he was put in the holding cell.

Taehyung zipped his coat as he headed outside, hurrying toward Jin’s truck to escape the night breeze. When he pulled open the door he gasped, Jin and Namjoon were in the front, their lips locked together in a deep kiss.

Jin pulled back, his eyes widening. “Taehyung—”

“Sorry!” Taehyung cried, slamming the door shut. He rushed down the sidewalk, his cheeks burning. Though he was embarrassed – he was more hurt. He’d had no idea Jin was interested in Namjoon. There went his only shot. Tears burned the back of his eyes. He could hear Jin and Namjoon yelling for him, but only sped up. He couldn’t face them right now, not like this. They’d ask too many questions.

“I can walk home! Thank you!” He cried back.

“Stop, Tae!” Jin shouted then, startling Taehyung into freezing. He kept his eyes glued to the ground even as their footsteps neared, pounding on the pavement.

“Please don’t run,” Namjoon whispered. “I’m sorry… You must be horrified.”

“Why would I be horrified?” Taehyung murmured.

“I mean... We’re gay. We didn’t… We didn’t want anyone to find out like this.”

“I’m not mad,” Taehyung said, realizing why the two sounded so tense. He blinked a few times, staving off his tears, and looked up, offering a smile. “It startled me was all.”

Jin relaxed visibly, looking close to tears. “Really?”

“You aren’t… Grossed out?” Namjoon asked.

Taehyung shook his head. “Of course not. You’re my best friends. None of us would be grossed out. We’d be happy for you. Are, happy for you. I am, at least,” he added, the lie tasting like ash in his mouth. He wasn’t happy. He was furious. He wanted Namjoon.

“Oh thank God.” Namjoon hugged Taehyung tightly, and the smell of his cologne brought bitter tears to Taehyung’s eyes once more.

“You don’t know what that means to us, Taehyung. Thank you,” Jin said.

“Yeah. I get it.” Taehyung stepped back and plastered another smile on his face, hoping his wet eyes could be explained away by the cool wind, or his hair hid them enough. “I’ll get heading home now. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“You were gonna stay over, weren’t you?” Namjoon asked.

Taehyung shook his head. “No, I should go check on my family… Make sure… Everything’s okay.”

“You don’t need to … Tae, this won’t change anything between us, right?” Namjoon worried.

“No. Not at all.” Liar. His mind spat. “But I’m sure you two want some time together.”

Jin and Namjoon shared a glance. Even in the low light, Taehyung could see the adoration in their gaze. It burned the knot of rage even hotter inside Taehyung. “I’ll see you later.”

He walked away before they could protest, ducking down an alley and hiding until he heard Jin’s truck drive off.

Taehyung knew he couldn’t avoid them forever. So he didn’t. He did his best to go back to normal. Over the next few months, he tamped down his anger. Each passing day, each moment he saw Jin and Namjoon together it grew.

*******

The party was a blessing. No interferences, everyone just having fun, having some drinks, forgetting. Taehyung didn’t have to worry about his dad, he could just relax. At least… He wanted to. But Jin and Namjoon – now open with the rest of their friends ��� were so clingy.

As the group sat in the kitchen, watching Jin put together a house of cards, Taehyung’s anger began to bubble once more. Namjoon was right there. He was leaning over Jin, focused on his hands. Taehyung wanted nothing more than to scream. He remembered the night he’d found them kissing. The night he was this close to confessing to Namjoon.

He sipped at his drink, glaring at Jin through the cards. Jin met his gaze, offering a crooked, happy smile. He sat back, having completed the house. Everyone whooped, cheering for Jin. Without thinking, Taehyung batted his hand out, knocking down the house. Shock crossed Jin’s face for a split second, and then hurt, before everyone began to laugh. Jin laughed then as well, his eyes still searching Taehyung’s face for … Something. Taehyung rose, stalking out of the room and into the living room.

He only managed a few moments of solitude before the others filtered in, whooping and talking over the echo of the music in the house. Jin stepped up to Taehyung, cornering him.

“Are we good?” He asked.

“We’re fine.”

“You sure? You seem… Angry.”

Taehyung’s jaw twitched. He wanted to yell at Jin. But there was something there, some deeper concern.

“Nope.”

Jin blinked at him, smiling softly. “You know you’re my friend, Taehyung. I’ll always be around for you.”

“Will you?” Taehyung snapped. He regretted the words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Jin looked surprised. It faded to a confused hurt then. He grabbed Taehyung’s arm.

“Always. You’re my Tae. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I’m not a baby,” Taehyung tried to growl. It came out weak instead. A knot tightened in his stomach. Jin’s lips were so soft looking.

“I know. You’re tougher than most of us put together. But I’m still there for you. Let me in.”

Taehyung swallowed hard. He didn’t like where his thoughts were going. He shouldered his way out of the corner Jin trapped him in. “We’re fine,” he grumbled.

Before he could get too far, Namjoon grabbed his sleeve and shoved a spray can into his hand. “Paint us a picture, Van Gogh.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking at the can.

“What do you want?” He asked, meeting Namjoon’s slightly alcohol fuzzed gaze.

Namjoon shrugged. “Paint Jin-hyung.”

Taehyung turned to look at Jin, who was still watching him with a confused expression. He grabbed Jin’s shirt and shoved him hard, leading him toward the wall. Jin gasped, making a small noise when his back hit the wall.

Namjoon grunted softly, standing nearby. Taehyung backed up for just a second, shaking the spray can. He hated how good Jin looked pressed to the wall, his eyes dark and hair mussed. It was all too easy to imagine sinking to his knees, pulling a moan from those plush lips—

Taehyung shook the image from his mind. He nudged Jimin over to help him remove Jin’s dark jacket and sprayed a bubbled outline around his form. Grabbing black from Namjoon, he sprayed a line diagonal across the wall, hitting Jin with it. Jin gasped.

“That’s cold,” he complained.

“He said to paint you.” Taehyung crossed it, making an X on Jin’s chest. He’d meant to be angry. Crossing Jin out, so he could take Namjoon… But it felt different. He continued to spray around Jin, making patterns on the wall that seemed to ebb and flow from the outline he created around him. Jin remained still, his gaze softening as he let Taehyung work. Though Namjoon was right behind him, Taehyung could feel Jin’s gaze on his face. His cheeks were burning from the intensity of it, and he hated that he couldn’t read what it meant. He took a step back, and Jin stepped forward, turning to admire the work.

“That’s beautiful,” he commented.

“Thanks.”

“You really have talent, Taehyungie,” Namjoon praised, slinging an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders.

“I guess so.” Taehyung pulled out of their grip and tossed the can to Jimin, heading over to pour himself another beer. Jimin grabbed Hoseok’s wrist, shouting something about needing some air, and dragged him out of the apartment.

In the living room, Namjoon stretched across Jin’s lap, laughing, as soon as Jin sat down. Taehyung took a seat on the floor near to them, trying to focus on Jungkook’s singing behind him.

Namjoon reached down, scooping up the bright red plastic cup nearby and sloshing the amber liquid over his hand as he dragged it up to his mouth.

“You’re gonna spill on my jeans,” Jin complained, but didn’t make any real motion to push Namjoon away.

The door burst open then and Jimin and Hoseok stumbled in, leaning on one another. Jimin tripped over a shoe in his path. He stumbled, trying to keep his balance but went over, his drink splashing over and spilling across the floor. Yoongi shouted in protest, scrambling back away from the spreading alcohol. He slammed himself into Taehyung, sloshing his own cup.

Taehyung leapt to his feet, tripping over Jungkook’s outstretched legs and falling into Namjoon’s lap. The barely contained beer spilled over, ending up going up Namjoon’s nose and over Jin’s jeans.

The seven went still for a moment, the music blasting through the apartment and the smell of hops and ethanol whispering on the air.

It was Jimin that cracked up first, slapping the floor when he realized what he and Hoseok had inadvertently caused. His peal of bright giggles broke the silence, and the seven began shouting and laughing again, blaming with no real venom and trying vainly to right themselves. Taehyung felt his cheeks burn when he realized the precarious situation he’d ended up in – and the way both Jin and Namjoon were looking at him.

“Uh… Fancy meeting you here,” he tried to salvage. Jin laughed, shoving his head.

“Get off me unless you’re gonna give me a lap dance,” Namjoon scolded with no real force, sitting up and scrubbing the alcohol off his face with his shirt.

“My pants are soaked,” Jin lamented.

“Take them off,” Namjoon said.

“Nobody would mind,” Taehyung commented. He realized the words had slipped out just a second too late to cover. So he scrambled to his feet and fixed his shirt, heading to the table across the room to get himself another drink before the burning in his cheeks gave him away.

Times like this, when there was so much going on and all of them were around, able to distract, these times were easier. These times Taehyung could feel like he wasn’t the odd man out, alone and unwanted. But that would change.

He’d seen it happening over the past few months. Jin and Namjoon had set the precedent, of course. After Taehyung had spotted them, they came out to the rest of the group. Everyone had been supportive, just as Taehyung assumed they would be.

Taehyung had walked in on Jimin sucking Hoseok’s cock just a month later. Though they said they were just friends with benefits, their inseparability made it clear that things were a lot more monogamous than they let on. And even Jungkook – who had always had his back – Jungkook was crushing on Yoongi, hard. He’d confessed just last week when he and Taehyung were sleeping over. They weren’t dating – or weren’t open about it – but Taehyung knew it was only a matter of time. And then where would he be? No room for him – all his friends paired off and in their own worlds. Even parties like this would be insufferable – each couple wanting to be with their other. And Taehyung in the middle. Unwanted like usual.

The alcohol was doing nothing to help his rotten mood as he slumped against the wall. But it was numbing the pain, and that was something. The music was throbbing through his skull, and his vision wouldn’t focus for more than a second.

He watched Jimin grab Hoseok’s hand and pull him toward the bathroom, a sly smile on his plump lips. Hoseok looked dazed, and a little drunk, but was grinning from ear to ear as the two moved quickly. Taehyung saw him begin to undo his pants as the door slipped shut.

Taehyung’s vision blurred again, refocusing on the couch. Jin had his hand under Namjoon’s coat, which was placed ever so conspicuously across his lap. Their mouths were moving slowly as they made out, Namjoon’s fingers buried in Jin’s shaggy hair.

Jin slid down, pressing kisses along Namjoon’s jaw. Namjoon opened his eyes, and met Taehyung’s gaze across the room. He offered an open-mouthed smile, not breaking his gaze from Taehyung. It was a deeper knowing gaze, and it made Taehyung’s stomach knot in a weird mix of arousal, embarrassment, and envy.

Namjoon shifted a little, muttering something in Jin’s ear. Jin popped his head up, looking over at Taehyung. He grinned then, and offered a wink. Taehyung’s eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet, his cheeks burning. He rushed into the kitchen before he could make a bigger fool of himself. He didn’t know exactly what had happened just then, but he had the sinking feeling that the two knew more than they were letting on about his dirty little secret.

Taehyung dug around in the kitchen, gathering a few scraps to eat before turning around… And running smack into Jin’s broad chest.

“Hey Taehyungie,” Jin cooed, almost nose to nose with Taehyung.

“H—Hey, Jin-hyung. What’s up?”

“I’d ask you the same thing. You were mad earlier… Then you were watching Namjoon and I pretty close just now.”

Taehyung dropped his gaze, panic settling into his stomach like a rock. He couldn’t read Jin’s tone through the music and his alcohol slurred mind, and it concerned him further. He struggled to come up with any viable excuse.

“J—Just zoning out. I’m sorry. It was rude.”

“That all it was, Taehyung? Zoning out?”

“What else would it be?” Taehyung asked, trying to go around Jin. He cringed away when Jin raised a hand to stop him. Just as quick as he did, Jin dropped is hand.

“Tae—”

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again,” Taehyung whispered. He tossed the bag of chips he’d found on the table and hurried out, darting past Jungkook toward the door.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon called, but Taehyung ignored him, rushing out into the night and hurrying down the alley.  

He made his way through their part of town, dodging the main streets as much as he could. He tugged his jacket a little tighter around himself, the glint of his buttons shining off the streetlights. He hadn’t wanted to run. Jin would never hurt him, he knew that. More than once Jin had kept him out of trouble, patched up bruises and cuts from his father or other fights. Even when they bickered, Jin never raised a hand to him in aggression. He had just been so overwhelmed by how he was feeling, the confrontation – everything.

Taehyung swiped at his tear blurred vision angrily, startling a little when a train sounded behind him. He was being ridiculous. Darting across the tracks as soon as the train passed, Taehyung hopped over a low fence and down the wall of the long-empty swimming pool. It was silent as a grave, looking like a dumping ground of sorts with how empty and ridden with weeds it was. A mattress was laying in the center of it, looking just as discarded as the pile of boxes nearby.

Taehyung flopped on the mattress, looking up at the stars. They had found this place months back, tossed the old mattress there and stored a few non-perishable foods and items among the boxes.

It was one of their many hideouts around the city. Though they all – technically – had homes, the fact was that they preferred spending time with one another over their blood for one reason or the other. And Taehyung didn’t want that to change. It would, he knew; he’d lamented it while he had been drinking and his thoughts still held true. One by one his friends would pair up and he would be left alone.

Taehyung let his tears slide down from the corners of his eyes as he stared up at the night sky. Just once he wanted to be a first choice. He wanted to find someone he could love – that wasn’t already taken by someone far better.

The night stretched on, and Taehyung remained, his tears drying as he drifted to sleep under the stars.

*******

The morning sun was blocked out just as Taehyung began to come to. A hand gripped his shoulder, shaking him. Probably a stranger worried he was drugged or dead. He opened his tired eyes, about to tell the person to fuck off, when he saw Namjoon’s concerned gaze. He smiled shyly.

“Morning.”

“Did you sleep out here all night?” Namjoon asked. He backed up, letting the sun back in and nearly blinding Taehyung. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you come back to the party?” Jin’s voice startled Taehyung. He looked over, seeing him just a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest. He was still wearing the shirt that Taehyung had spray painted.

“Don’t know. Needed some air. Wandered here and fell asleep… Where’s everyone else?”

“Sleeping it off… We came to look for you as soon as we sobered up and realized you were still gone. You’ve been off for months, Tae. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Is it us?” Jin asked. He stepped closer to Taehyung, moving slow and cautious like Taehyung was some wounded animal. “Are you mad that we’re… Dating?”

“Why would I be?” Taehyung asked, bringing his knees up to his chest.

“Well… We’re guys—” Namjoon began.

“You think I’m a homophobe?” Taehyung spluttered.

Jin and Namjoon stood still, their eyes on the ground. Taehyung gaped. “I’m gay!” He cried, startling both into looking up at him. “You two are so wrapped up in your own love that you can’t see it! I’m in love with you!”

“W—Which one of us?” Jin asked softly.

“Both!” Taehyung froze then, his mouth agape and eyes wide. The realization sunk into his bones as soon as he spoke it. He loved them. “Both,” he whispered.

“Tae—” Namjoon began, crouching and reaching out for Taehyung. He scrambled back, standing and brushing himself off.

“Don’t. I don’t need your pity. It’s a stupid crush, it’ll fade. I’m sorry I ran,” he mumbled, heading toward the ladder to climb out.

Namjoon grabbed his arm and pulled him back. Before Taehyung could argue further, Namjoon kissed him.

Taehyung tensed at first, his eyes bulging. It hit him then; this was Namjoon. This was Namjoon kissing him. He screwed his eyes shut and leaned into it, grabbing the back of Namjoon’s neck. Their lips slid together, and Namjoon’s mouth was just as smooth and sweet as Taehyung had imagined it would be.

They separated after what was too short of a time for Taehyung. He let himself be pulled, meeting Jin’s gentle gaze. “My turn,” Jin whispered. Taehyung nodded dumbly. He let himself be wrapped in Jin’s arms, their lips meeting in a lazy kiss. Jin’s mouth was plush and soft, his hands sliding firmly over Taehyung’s back to hold him close. Namjoon pressed himself against Taehyung, wrapping his hands around his middle.

When Jin pulled back, Taehyung nearly collapsed between them. “Why?” He whispered. “You’re with each other, I—I won’t wreck that.”

“Who says dating you would wreck it?” Namjoon whispered against Taehyung’s ear.

“You’re perfect. You’re my boy,” Jin said. “You’d never wreck anything.”

“You—Both want me?” Taehyung asked, disbelief coloring his words.

“If you’ll take us. We’re sorry we were blind to it for so long,” Namjoon said.

“When you were watching us last night,” Jin explained, “we got to thinking… Maybe that was what you wanted… You ran before we could ask.”

“I was scared you were mad.”

“I’ll never be mad at you for having feelings, Taehyungie,” Jin promised, pressing another kiss against his mouth. It deepened naturally, Namjoon’s mouth planting needy kisses along the curve of Taehyung’s neck. The two maneuvered him toward the mattress, and Taehyung’s heart very nearly beat its way out of his ribcage when they pushed him down onto it, kneeling over him.

“I’m a virgin,” Taehyung cried, his cheeks heating up at their surprised expressions.

“You—I thought you lost it a few years ago,” Jin said.

“I lied.”

“Was that—That wasn’t your first kiss, was it?” Namjoon asked. Taehyung looked away, nodding. Namjoon grabbed his chin, turning it back and kissing his mouth firmly. “I’m honored.”

“You’re not—”

“If you ask if we’re mad I’m going to spank you,” Jin teased, and Taehyung giggled nervously.

“That wouldn’t be a punishment,” he whispered.

Jin made a small noise in his throat, a cross between a groan and a growl, and leaned down, biting lightly at Taehyung’s neck. He slid his hand under his shirt, reaching up to tug and tease at his nipple as he did. Taehyung moaned softly.

Namjoon leaned back, stripping himself out of his own shirt and tossing his belt to the side. Taehyung reached out, touching his stomach and chest. He’d seen Namjoon shirtless before – naked even – but this was different.

“How far do you want to go, Taehyung?” Jin asked. His voice had a deep, breathless quality to it – and Taehyung wanted to hear more of that.

“I—I don’t have lube.”

“We do… But do you want—”

“I want to lose it. To you two… If—You’ll have… Me. If you want it,” Taehyung stuttered, his cheeks burning. He felt wildly insecure. Jin just smiled. He stripped his own shirt off, his chest still lightly stained where Taehyung had spray painted him the night before. Taehyung reached up, running his finger over the mark.

“Sorry about this.”

“Paint washes,” Jin said, tossing his shirt aside. He pulled Taehyung up and he and Namjoon stripped his shirt off, reaching down to undo his jeans as they took turns kissing him until he felt drunk on their affection.

Only then did they go further. Namjoon moved down, tugging Taehyung’s the remainder of Taehyung’s clothing off to leave him bare. He felt exposed; anyone who looked over the edge of the swimming pool could see him, but also protected, surrounded by the two men he loved most. Namjoon pushed his thighs open, smoothing his palm over the soft skin there. Taehyung moaned.

Jin rose, hurrying to the pile of boxes and digging around for a moment. He came up with a small bottle of lube, and Taehyung cocked a brow.

“Oh, we have definitely fucked here before,” Jin admitted, passing the bottle to Namjoon.

Taehyung nodded. He reached out, undoing Jin’s jeans and pushing at them. He looked up at Jin, his eyes pleading.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Jin groaned. He rose, stripping himself down and tossing his clothes to the side before kneeling near Taehyung.

“It’s big,” Taehyung whispered, reaching out. He gripped Jin’s cock and gave it a stroke, smirking when Jin cried out.

It was Taehyung’s turn to gasp though, when Namjoon pressed a finger into him. “Not too much?” He worried. Taehyung shook his head.

“No, I… I’ve touched myself like that, so… You don’t need to be too careful,” he assured him. Namjoon smirked then and nodded. “Good to know.” He added a second finger right away, laughing when Taehyung whined and arched.

Taehyung bit his lip, his gaze sliding over Jin’s nude form. Taking a shaky breath, he shifted, sitting up enough to let his tongue slide over the silken tip of Jin’s cock. Jin gasped, grabbing Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You don’t—”

“Shh,” Taehyung scolded. He pulled Jin closer, wrapping his lips around the tip and giving a gentle suck. Jin moaned softly, stroking his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

“That’s it,” he praised.

Taehyung took more, bobbing his head along the length of Jin’s cock. It was smooth and heavy against his tongue, a little salty and a hundred percent Jin. Each draw back, Taehyung swiped his tongue over the tip, earning a taste of the tangy precoma dribbling freely from it. He’d nearly forgotten Namjoon was opening him up until his fingers swiped at his prostate, sending a jolt of excited electricity through Taehyung’s body. He pulled off Jin’s cock, shouting.

“He’s ready,” Namjoon said. He moved up behind Jin, pressing kisses along his shoulder.

“Who do you want to be your first, Tae? Your choice,” Jin panted.

Taehyung licked his lips, looking between Jin and Namjoon. “I—I don’t know. I want both of you,” he lamented.

“Well… I took Jin-hyung’s virginity,” Namjoon said.

“Were you a virgin too?”

Namjoon shook his head no.

“So… Jin-hyung should get to take mine.”

“I can do that,” Jin said, smiling. He moved between Taehyung’s thighs. Namjoon stripped out of his clothes and laid next to Taehyung, pressing a kiss against his mouth.

“He’s gentle,” Namjoon promised.

“I’m nervous,” Taehyung admitted.

“Should we stop?” Jin asked.

Taehyung shook his head. “No. I want this. I’m ready. Just go slow.”

Jin nodded. He pulled Taehyung’s hips up, adding more lube to his hole and his own cock. He leaned over, brushing their noses together. Taehyung set his hand on Jin’s shoulder, twining the fingers of his other hand with Namjoon’s.

“I’m ready.”

Jin nodded. He pressed a kiss to Taehyung’s mouth and pushed in, slow and steady.

Taehyung’s back arched off the mattress, his eyes rolling back as he moaned happily.

“He loves it,” Namjoon purred, kissing Taehyung’s bared neck. “His cock feel good, Tae?”

“Yes!”

“Take it for us. Open up and let him in, baby. Give it to him,” Namjoon continued, reaching down to stroke Taehyung’s throbbing cock.

Jin began to pump his hips gently, working a little more in on each thrust. He met Taehyung’s lust drunk gaze and grinned. “Feel so good on my cock, Taehyungie. Do you like it?”

Taehyung nodded, whining when Jin shifted, hitting his prostate dead on. “More—“

“God, you sound so good begging,” Jin praised. He leaned over, kissing Namjoon. “Switch?”

Namjoon nodded. He slicked his cock. Jin pulled out and Taehyung whined, reaching for him.

“Don’t worry. It’s Namjoon’s turn. Just relax, we won’t leave you hanging.” Jin leaned down, kissing Taehyung deeply as Namjoon lined up and drove home. Taehyung gasped into Jin’s mouth, the subtle differences in curve and thickness feeling like huge ones inside him. He wrapped his legs around Namjoon’s waist, throwing his head back.

Jin moved behind Namjoon, beginning to work him open even as Namjoon fucked into Taehyung. He moaned and whined, twisting his hips back on Jin’s long fingers and then forward to pump into Taehyung.

They looked stunning. Taehyung’s vision blurred as he watched the two sharing kisses. They were his now.

“Jin-hyung,” he panted. Jin met his gaze. “Put it in me again,” he whispered.

Namjoon pulled out, moving over so Jin could slide home. Taehyung moaned freely, hearing the rustle of birds from the nearby tree. He reached out for Namjoon. “Lemme—“

He pointed to the lube, unable to form the sentence. Namjoon understood though, and handed it over, turning so Taehyung could help open him up.  

Namjoon whined low in his throat when Taehyung pressed his fingers in, crooking them against his arousal swollen prostate. “Oh fuck— You know how to do this,” he praised, pushing himself down on Taehyung’s fingers.

Taehyung flushed with pride.

“C— Can make myself come like this. Learned some tricks.” He twitched his wrist, earning another shout from Namjoon.

“Fuck, he barely makes that sound when I’m fucking him,” Jin panted, watching Namjoon writhe on Taehyung’s fingers as he fucked into him. “Sit on his cock, Joonie,” he whispered.

Namjoon and Taehyung both moaned at that.

“I might come if he does that,” Taehyung warned.

“Even better,” Namjoon murmured. He pulled off Taehyung’s fingers and added lube to his cock, smirking when Taehyung hissed and grabbed the sides of the mattress. He straddled Taehyung’s hips, looking down at him.

“Ready?”

Taehyung nodded. He felt Jin’s hand grip his cock, the tip brushing against Namjoon’s rim. Before he could think about it too long, Namjoon sank down. His ass opened easily, taking the length of Taehyung with no problem. He moaned loudly, leaning back against Jin. His cock dribbled onto Taehyung’s stomach, twitching as his prostate was rubbed.

“How does he feel?” Jin panted, still driving into Taehyung’s ass. His hand was working furiously at his own hole, muscles twitching as he opened himself up.

“So fucking thick,” Namjoon whined, looking down at Taehyung. He rode him lazily, twisting and snapping his hips to get Taehyung as deep as possible. “You feel so good.”

Taehyung whined, digging his fingers into Namjoon’s thighs.

“Please— I’m not gonna last long,” he warned.

“Don’t make him come yet,” Jin pleaded.

“Why?” Taehyung asked. He cried out in surprise when Jin pulled out of his ass, leaving him achingly open - and surprisingly needy.

“I want a turn.”

Namjoon nodded. He pulled off and Jin straddled him just as quick.

“Oh God—“ Taehyung grabbed Jin’s waist as he settled onto his cock, his own barely loosened hole squeezing around Taehyung’s thickness.

Jin threw his head back, immediately picking up a fast pace. Taehyung writhed under him, so close to coming it hurt. He needed more.

“Namjoon-hyung,” he pleaded, his voice cracking with pleasure. He spread his legs wider, moaning happily.

Namjoon moved between them. He laughed breathlessly and drove two fingers into Taehyung.

“So loose and wet,” he purred. “Need a little help? Hm? Wanna come in Jin-hyung’s ass?”

Taehyung nodded quickly. He shuddered whenever Jin clenched around him.

“Fuck him, Namjoonie,” Jin demanded. He leaned forward, pulling almost all the way off before sinking back down.

Namjoon drove into Taehyung without hesitation at Jin’s command, and all three shouted loud enough to echo. Their bodies moved together, each chasing their own pleasure.

As expected, Taehyung lost the battle first. His short nails dug into Jin’s hips and he arched. His cock jerked and throbbed inside Jin as he spilled rope after rope of come. Jin shouted happily, holding himself still, seeming to savor the feeling. Namjoon’s cock seemed thicker, trapped in Taehyung’s ass as his muscles clenched around him.

Namjoon spread him open, fucking into him hard enough to work a few final spurts of come from his softening cock.

Jin leaned down, kissing his mouth and then his earlobe. “Gonna make sure Namjoon fills your ass as full as you just filled me,” he panted against his ear. He pulled off Taehyung then, come dribbling down his thighs. He paid it no attention though, moving behind Namjoon and slicking his cock before driving home.

The motion forced Namjoon deeper, pushing him over Taehyung. They shared a messy kiss, Namjoon’s cock throbbing inside Taehyung as Jin fucked into him.

“Come in me,” Taehyung panted against his mouth. “Mark me up, please, hyung.”

Namjoon groaned softly, he leaned down, his teeth grazing Taehyung’s shoulder. Jin slammed in harder, meeting Taehyung’s tired gaze. Namjoon’s teeth clamped down as he muffled a moan. A split second of pain cut through Taehyung’s sex contented haze as Namjoon’s teeth met his skin. And then pleasure. Namjoon’s cock was throbbing rhythmically against his swollen channel, and Taehyung felt his cheeks burn with a deep pride as he realized he was coming inside him.

He focused just long enough to see Jin throw his head back, his fingers digging into the swell of Namjoon’s ass as he drove deep and went still, his own orgasm hitting him.

The three slumped onto the mattress, sharing lazy kisses as they came down from their climaxes.

“That was amazing,” Taehyung murmured, nuzzling up to Namjoon.

“Yeah? No regrets?” Jin asked.

“One.”

“What’s that?” Namjoon asked.

“That I didn’t tell you guys right away how I felt.”

Jin smiled against Taehyung’s shoulder. “Well we know now, that’s what matters. We’ll make up for all the time we missed.”

“How are we going to tell the others?”

“Tell us what?” Yoongi called, dropping into the swimming pool. Taehyung squeaked, scrambling for his jacket, discarded on the ground nearby. Jin laughed, grabbing it and letting Taehyung cover his lap. He sat up, pulling on his boxers.

“Really?”

“Not our fault you exhibitionists are boning in our hide out.”

“We heard you like a half a block away,” Jimin called. The remainder of their friends piled into the pool as the three tugged their clothes on.

Jungkook slung an arm around Taehyung, tousling his hair. “Finally confessed, huh?”

“What?”

“Dude, you’ve been crushing on them for months. Joonie-hyung for at least twice as long.”

“At this point we were just waiting to see who’d notice first,” Hoseok agreed.

Jin rubbed the back of his neck. “I was oblivious.”

“Well, we’re glad you got it figured out,” Yoongi said.

“Mhm, Tae’s grumping was getting insufferable,” Jimin said. He settled on the ground and stretched out, laughing when Hoseok leapt into his lap.

“What are we gonna do today?” Jungkook asked.

“Those three are cleaning that mattress, first off,” Yoongi said, pointing to it.

Taehyung glanced back and laughed, his cheeks burning. “As if you all haven’t fucked on it.”

“You’re not wrong,” Namjoon agreed, stretching out next to Jimin on the ground. Taehyung sat next to him, reaching out and taking his hand. Jin settled behind him, wrapping a protective arm around his middle. Taehyung sighed contentedly. He looked around as his friends chatted with one another. His boyfriends holding him safe. He’d searched for a family that would accept him for what he was for so long. And now he’d finally found it.

[here4theheartbreak]

Detention (JiminxNamjoonxTaehyung)

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Relationships: Jimin x Namjoon x Taehyung

Genre(s): smut

Rating: Explicit

Written for @btspolyshipbingo​

Square Filled: Roleplaying

Tags: smut, PWP, roleplaying, teacher/student roleplay, dirty talk, rough sex, threesome, bareback, switch!Jimin, switch!Taehyung, top!Namjoon

Summary: Jimin and Taehyung are stuck in detention for a very particular reason.

Word Count: ~2.5k

“You know why you’re here?” Namjoon asked, his expression stern.

Jimin lowered his gaze to the beat up desk, nodding.

“Tell me.”

“Detention.”

“Yes, but what put you in detention?” Namjoon asked.

“You caught me breaking the rules.”

“And what rule was that?”

Jimin’s cheeks mottled pink.

“Oh Christ, don’t act so innocent, Jimin. He caught you in the boy’s room with my dick down your throat,” Taehyung snapped from next to him.

Namjoon looked over, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re quite brazen for the trouble you’re in. What would happen if I told your parents about this, Kim Taehyung?”

Jimin made a small noise of distress, but Taehyung just smiled.

“But you won’t.”

“And what makes you so sure of that?”

Taehyung stood from his desk, circling around it and standing toe to toe with Namjoon, a defiant smirk on his face.

“Because I saw how hard your cock was when you were yelling at us. How desperately you wanted to fuck us both, isn’t that right? Even now... You’re trying so hard not to show it.”

“Kim Taehyung!” Namjoon cried. “That is no way to speak to your professor.”

“Isn’t it?” Taehyung asked. He reached out, palming Namjoon’s cock through his slacks. “Oh, you’re getting hard again... You like it, Professor. You wanna fuck your students, you dirty man.”

Namjoon gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I—“

“Is that true?” Jimin asked softly. He rose and circled around them, standing by Taehyung. “Do you wanna fuck us? Is that why you just gave us detention instead of telling anyone?”

Namjoon’s voice caught in his throat. Taehyung continued to rub him through his pants, short circuiting any hope of rational thought.

“If that was all you wanted, you just had to say something. We’re both legal... And we’re good at keeping secrets.”

Taehyung and Jimin glanced at one another and giggled.

“And it’s not like we need better grades in your class, so it wouldn’t even be a matter of bribery... Just a way to relieve some stress,” Taehyung added. He squeezed Namjoon for emphasis. Namjoon gasped and sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re — You’re my students.”

“We are. And you like that idea. Or maybe you wanna just watch us fuck. Wanna see what my  cock does to Jimin’s cute little ass? How nice it stretches him? Or maybe you wanna see Jimin fuck me until I’m quiet for once. Fill me with come and make a mess out of me. Hm?”

Namjoon shuddered. “Please—“

“Oh? What was that?” Taehyung teased. Namjoon managed a glare.

“Take your pants down and fuck each other.”

“If we do... You won’t tell our parents?” Jimin clarified.

“I promise.”

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged another look. Jimin dug around in his backpack, grabbing a bottle of lube.

“Lean over the desk,” he said.

Taehyung obeyed without question. He let go of Namjoon and leaned over the desk he’d been sitting at, undoing his belt and button on the slacks.

“Just pull them down enough,” Namjoon instructed. “Both of you... Keep your uniforms on.”

Jimin smirked. “Wow, you are dirty... Wanna help me stretch him out?” He pulled Taehyung’s slacks and boxers down around his thighs and pushed his uniform jacket up his back a little to fully expose the smooth swell of his ass.

“You start... Judging by the lube, today wasn’t first day you two have gotten busy in school.”

Jimin shook his head no. He poured some lube onto his fingers and spread it around Taehyung’s hole before slipping two digits in. “No way. Usually we fuck in the closets. But we were desperate today.”

Taehyung moaned happily when Jimin began to finger him open. “To be honest,” he panted, “most of the time when we’re late to your class it’s because one of us needed to come... So the other has to sit through your lecture with come dripping out of their ass.”

“Or a belly full - that’s my favorite,” Jimin said.

“I prefer the ass, obviously,” Taehyung said, whining when Jimin began to scissor his fingers.

“Wanna play with him, Teacher?”

“I—“

“He has a crush on you, you know,” Jimin added. Taehyung swore softly, arching back and not bothering to argue.

“What?”

“We both do,” Jimin said, almost offhand. “Sometimes at night if we’re sexting... We talk about how hot it would be if you bent us over your desk... And pounded us both.”

Taehyung moaned happily at Jimin’s words.

“There’s no need to tell lies now,” Namjoon whispered, palming himself through his slacks.

“Not a lie, Professor,” Taehyung whispered. “Please... Please play with me.”

Jimin held out the lube. “We want it,” he assured Namjoon.

Namjoon wet his lips, looking from the bottle to Jimin to Taehyung.

“Both of you bend over my desk, pants down.”

Jimin grinned then. He pulled his fingers free and helped Taehyung up. They scrambled over to the large desk and Jimin dropped his slacks as well.

Namjoon shut the shade and locked the door, ensuring their privacy. He pressed firmly on each boy’s back, making sure they were flat against the desk. Their hips were touching, as close as they could get.

“Open your legs wider and spread your asses.”

The obeyed once more. Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s ass with the hand closest to him, opening his own ass with his other. Taehyung did the opposite, holding himself and Jimin, so they were holding each other open. Namjoon made a small noise.

“Perfect... You’ve been fucked a lot, haven’t you, Jimin?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over Jimin’s exposed hole.

Jimin whined and nodded. “He’s got such a big cock. How do you know?”

“Because I barely touched you and you’re opening up for me. So well trained.”

Jimin moaned happily, smiling. “I have a plug in most of the time. I love being full.”

“Good... You’ll be full this entire hour if I have my way.”

Namjoon poured lube into his hand, slicking both boys’ holes. He slipped two fingers in each, immediately beginning to open them up. The two moaned happily. They shifted, sharing a wet kiss to stifle their whimpers.

The classroom was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of Namjoon fingering them open. When he was satisfied, he slapped their asses. He undid his pants, pulling his cock free while still keeping them up.

“Who gets my cock first, boys?”

“Jimin.” Taehyung said immediately. “He’s the good boy in class. He deserves to feel Teacher’s dick in him first.”

Namjoon thought for a moment. “He did ace today’s quiz.”

With that, he slicked his cock and pressed into Jimin’s ass.

Jimin groaned, pushing his ass back.

“How’s it feel?” Taehyung asked, shivering when Namjoon dipped two fingers back into him.

“So long.. Oh God, go all the way, please Teacher,” Jimin begged.

“Fuck,” Namjoon swore. He pulled back and drove a little deeper, letting his head fall back. “You trained his hole so well, Taehyungie. He knows just how to squeeze... I’m not gonna last long in your ass, Jimin.”

“I can make Tae come in five minutes,” Jimin panted proudly.

“Well don’t do that to me. I wanna use Taehyung’s hole a little before I come.” He pulled back and drove deep, his balls pressed to Jimin’s ass. Jimin shouted, clenching around him.

“Please! Just a few times like that, please!” He begged.

“Of course.” Namjoon pulled his fingers from Taehyung’s ass and used both hands to spread Jimin open as he pulled out.

Taehyung moaned.

“Like that?” Namjoon asked. “Watching me wreck your boyfriend’s cute little hole?”

Taehyung nodded. “He’s gonna come... He loves it deep.”

“He’s not gonna come yet,” Namjoon argued, slamming into Jimin hard. “I’m not cleaning come off my floor. Only place he‘s coming is in your ass. But I’m using that hole first.”

Both boys groaned at his words. He pulled out of Jimin, holding him open for a moment to watch his hole flutter around nothing. Namjoon spat against his hole, his cock twitching when it dribbled inside Jimin.

“Fuck... You two, I swear...”

He moved over to Taehyung, rubbing his cock on his hole. “You’re so damn arrogant and stubborn... I think  a naughty brat like you might need something harder.”

“That so?” Taehyung sassed. “Give it to me.”

Namjoon added more lube to himself and to Taehyung. He lined up and, without warning, drove deep. He didn’t stop until his balls were pressed tight against Taehyung’s plump ass. Taehyung screamed, his ass squeezing and releasing, the intrusion startling him. He arched back against Namjoon, eyes wet with tears. “Take me, pleased!” He begged. “Fuck my ass, Teacher.”

“As you wish.” Namjoon spread him open, beginning to pound into him relentlessly. He glanced over at Jimin, who was watching with lust blown eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you like this?” He panted.

Jimin nodded. Namjoon nodded as well.

“You two are such dirty, naughty sluts. Sucking cock in the bathroom... Being late to class for sex, and coming to class with come inside of you... And now, giving up your assholes to your teacher in the class your peers learn in... Not even removing your uniforms to do it.” He continued to thrust into Taehyung’s ass as he spoke. “I think you both need detention for the rest of the week.”

Jimin shivered visibly. “Gonna teach us how to be good boys?” He purred.

Namjoon drove deep and twisted his hips, dragging a high squeal out of Taehyung.

“That’s the plan. Teach my boys how to be amazing little sluts... All for me.”

He pulled out and slapped Taehyung’s ass hard. “Now. You’re about to come aren’t you?”

“Yes, please!” Taehyung begged.

“Go stand behind Jimin. Jimin, what do you prefer? Him going deep to come, or near the front?”

“Deep.” Jimin said immediately, adding more lube to his hole.

“You heard him.”

Taehyung leaned over and kissed Jimin gently before driving into him, earning a happy moan from Jimin. When he was all the way in, Namjoon pushed into Taehyung again, picking up his fast pace once more. He held Taehyung down, pinning him against Jimin.

Jimin whined and writhed under them, leaning his head back on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“You’re jerking every time he pushes in... He’s fucking you so good, Taehyungie.”

Taehyung nodded. He shuddered when Namjoon changed his angle, snapping his hips forward and twisting when he was as deep as he could go.

“I wanna come,” he panted.

“Then come,” Namjoon said. “You don’t have to fight it.”

Taehyung whined against Jimin’s shoulder, clenching around Namjoon’s cock. “I’m so close, please... Please fuck me!”

Namjoon began to pull all the way back before slamming into him again, Taehyung’s ass shaking on each thrust.

“That’s it,” Jimin soothed. “Fill yo my hole, Tae... Make me nice and wet for Teacher to play with...”

Taehyung sobbed brokenly. He jerked against Jimin, his hole clenching impossibly tight around Namjoon’s cock as he fell over the edge. His cock throbbed and twitched inside Jimin, earning a happy moan.

Namjoon pulled out, ignoring Taehyung’s weak protests, and drove his fingers in instead. He began to push and rub at Taehyung’s prostate, dragging out his orgasm longer. He didn’t stop until Taehyung begged him to, his voice ragged and broken.

“Pull out and get back on the desk. It’s Jimin’s turn.”

Taehyung did so, accepting the help from Namjoon. Jimin moved over, slicking his cock and sliding into Taehyung’s swollen, abused hole. Taehyung whined softly, closing his eyes.

“Fuck, he’s so loose...” Jimin marveled.

“You are too... He came a lot.” Namjoon said, catching a little bit of come that had made its way to Jimin’s fluttering rim. “You ready?”

“Yeah.... Please do me just as hard.”

“My pleasure.” Namjoon slicked his cock back up and drove in, sighing contentedly when Jimin opened up for him. He held onto his ass, driving into him with long, deep thrusts.

Jimin bucked back, kissing over Taehyung’s sweat slicked neck when he groaned with overstimulation.

Namjoon reached around, gently playing with Jimin’s balls, already tight to his body. “You’re so close, I can feel it,” he purred, wanting to help Jimin along. He was so close, but wanted Jimin to come first.

“Come on, sweet boy... Come so hard for me. Fill Tae’s ass. You look so pretty on my cock, opening up for me. Laid there so nice while Tae used your hole. He filled you so full, it’s time for you to return the favor.”

Jimin sobbed brokenly, nodding. “Fu— Fuck me fast, please. Hard and fast, I’m close—“

“Oh, good boy,” Namjoon praised. He picked up speed, keeping his thrusts deep. “Gonna come so nice on Teacher’s cock.”

“Deep! Hold it, please, nice and deep...” Jimin whined. He grabbed Namjoon’s hip, stilling him. He began to grunt softly, his balls throbbing in Namjoon’s palm in the same rhythm. Namjoon remained still, watching Jimin spill into Taehyung’s ass.

When his body relaxed, Namjoon kissed his neck.

“I’m gonna move again. I wanna come.”

“Come for us, Teacher,” Jimin purred. He shifted, his softening cock slipping out of Taehyung.

“Mark us up inside. Make us go home with Teacher’s load dripping out of us,” Taehyung added. He squeaked when Namjoon pulled out of Jimin’s ass and slipped into his, thrusting quick and shallow.

“Please,” Jimin begged. “Everyone will think we’re such good boys... But you know the truth.”

“That we’re just dirty sluts, willing to open our legs for Teacher,” Taehyung panted.

“And we’re gonna keep doing it,” Jimin whispered. “Every time you need to come... We’ll be there, ready for you to use us.”

Taehyung laughed breathlessly. “Teacher’s Pets, I guess.”

Namjoon growled, his short nails digging into Jimin’s ass. He began to come, still pumping into Taehyung. He pulled out after a few seconds, streaking a hot, thick rope of come over Jimin’s ass before driving into him. He went still, letting Jimin’s fluttering hole milk the rest of his orgasm from his relaxing body.

Jimin giggled tiredly, wiping sweat from his brow. Namjoon pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants. “How was that?” He asked.

“So good, Namjoon-hyung,” Taehyung said, still breathless. Namjoon helped him up and back into his pants, kissing him deeply before doing the same for Jimin.

“Fulfill that hot for teacher fantasy?” Namjoon teased.

“Sure did,” Jimin said, wrapping his arms around Namjoon.

“Not like you don’t have a fetish for us in our school uniforms,” Taehyung said. “Don’t lie.”

“I won’t. I’ve had a hard time resisting fucking you in them this long. I didn’t wanna risk ruining them.”

“But now that we’re graduated...” Jimin purred.

“You can fuck us any time,” Taehyung finished, wrapping himself around Namjoon’s other side. Namjoon sighed happily.

“How did I get so lucky? Two amazing, beautiful boyfriends like you two.”

“Your brains.”

“You’re pretty.” The two answered simultaneously, earning a heavy laugh from Namjoon.

“Let’s get back to the apartment before someone catches us on set this late.”

“Can we sleep with you tonight?” Jimin asked as the three walked out.

“Of course. Tonight and every night for the rest of our lives.”

[here4theheartbreak]

Love Is Not Over (YoonJinMin)

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Relationships: Jimin x Jin x Yoongi Genre(s): fluff Rating: General

Written for @btspolyshipbingo​ Square Filled: Love is Not Over Square

Tags: fluff, getting together, no smut, divorced!Yoongi, kid fic, single father!Yoongi, teacher!Jimin, first kiss, first date Summary: Yoongi has decided that love isn’t worth it after a particularly nasty divorce. Even if his daughter’s kindergarten teacher is fucking adorable. He’s married anyway, and Yoongi sure as hell isn’t a home wrecker. Word Count: ~4.9k

Love was a stupid, stupid thing. Nothing but a chemical reaction meant to bring about reproduction and the continuation of the species. Humans who believed in true love and soulmates were just naive fools who hadn’t had their hearts broken. These were all things that Min Yoongi believed to be true.

But the reality of it was that Park Jimin was a beautiful Kindergarten teacher with an absolute heart of gold. He took in stray animals, stayed late with kids without hesitation, came over to houses with food or gifts if the family was in need, and advocated for more than one child in his class. He was married to Kim Seokjin, the local café owner who could have easily lived off his old money but chose to donate to charities, paid more than he needed to for those employed at his business, gave out free coffee and food to the homeless in the town, and spent free time cooking for the school and for local homeless shelters. He was handsome as hell, and he and Jimin were madly in love. And Min Yoongi was falling for them.

“Yoongi! Do you have a minute?” Jimin asked. Yoongi turned back, touching his daughter’s backpack to stop her. Jimin was hurrying down the hall, his arms full of books. As he neared the two, he tried to stop, tripping over his own feet. The books flew and Yoongi jumped toward him, saving him from landing on the hard tile.

“You okay?”

“Sure,” Jimin’s cheeks mottled pink. “Clumsy, so sorry. I wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

Yoongi crouched down with Jimin, scooping up the books.

“What’s up?”

“I heard the news… About…”

“Right. My wife. Yes. No big deal.”

“Is Nari handling it okay?”

Yoongi looked back at his daughter. She’d moved off to the side and was chatting with one of the other teachers, showing her artwork.

“She’s… Adjusting,” Yoongi said softly. He passed the books back to Jimin as they stood. “Her mother doesn’t want to see her much. Moving on, planning for the new baby and all.”

Jimin winced. He reached out, touching Yoongi’s arm. “Why don’t you and Nari come to Jin’s café this Sunday? Have dinner with Jin and I. We do it every weekend after closing, it’s a way to get rid of the extra food and we don’t mind the company.”

“I couldn’t impose.”

“I insist. Nari… She’s a strong girl. Gets it from you, I’d imagine. But she’s been more withdrawn since the divorce. Maybe getting out could be good for you both?”

Yoongi looked back at her again before looking at Jimin. “When do we come?”

Jimin grinned a blinding smile, and Yoongi couldn’t help the way his heart did a little flip.

“Come at six. The doors will be locked by then, but I’ll be there and let you two in.”

“Should we bring anything?”

“Not at all. Just yourselves.” He squeezed Yoongi’s arm again. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, you’re the one that offered.”

“I know. But I just—A lot of parents would think it weird of me to do so. I just see so much in Nari. And you,” he added, almost as an afterthought. Before Yoongi could answer, he smiled and took a deep breath.

“I have to get these books back to the library. I’ll see you both tonight.” He bowed as well as he could and turned, hurrying down the hall.

Nari tugged Yoongi’s coat. “Daddy? What did Mr. Park want?”

“Nothing, dear. He invited us to dinner this weekend. Would you like that?” Yoongi scooped her up.

She pouted for a moment, her eyes turned upward in thought. “Well, only if he doesn’t make me do math. I hate math.”

Yoongi chuckled. “I hate math too. We’ll make sure he doesn’t.” He pecked her cheek and put her down, leading her out of the school.

That Sunday, Yoongi and Nari arrived at the café right on time. He spotted Jimin in the dimly lit dining space and waved. Jimin grinned brightly, rushing to the door to open it. “You came!”

“Said we would,” Yoongi said, entering. Jimin hugged Nari and called into the back. Jin came around from another door, and a quick glance told Yoongi it was likely the kitchen.

“Ah, you made it.” Jin bowed. “I’m Kim Seokjin.”

Yoongi stuck his hand out. “I know, thank you for having us,” he said as they shook.

“Honestly, my pleasure.” Jin crouched in front of Nari. “Guess what, my dear? I made you a special, special meal.”

“You did?” She asked. “What is it?”

Jin held up one finger. “It’s a surprise. Why don’t you get settled with Jimin and your Dad and I’ll bring it out to you.”

Nari grinned, looking back at Yoongi and bouncing on her heels for a moment. “Come on!” She cried excitedly.

Yoongi smiled patiently, allowing her to grab his hand and lead him to the table Jimin headed toward. They got her settled in, and Jimin took a seat across from Yoongi.

“Again, thank you for inviting us,” Yoongi said.

“Honestly, it’s no problem.”

“Why did you, anyway? I mean really?”

“What? Invite you?” Jimin asked.

“Yes.”

Jimin tilted his head a little, smiling softly at Yoongi. His eyes were gentle and caring, and Yoongi’s stomach did a little flip despite his confusion at what the expression could mean. Before either could speak, Jin burst from the kitchen, holding a plate. On it was a stack of brightly colored noodles in all colors of the rainbow. Bowls of sauce and vegetables surrounded it. Even the utensils were vibrant rainbow of colors.

Nari gasped, covering her mouth when Jin set the plate down in front of her with a flourish. “For you, the princess of the café,” he said with a low bow.

“This is so amazing!” She cried. “Daddy, look!”

Yoongi laughed despite himself. “I see it, dear. What do you say?”

“Thank you!” She wiggled herself down from her chair and hugged Jin tightly. “Thank you so much!”

Jin chuckled, patting her head lightly. “Anything for you, dear. Come on. Let’s get you back up to eat.” Jin helped her back into her seat, arranging napkins so she wouldn’t soil her clothes with the food. He disappeared back into the kitchen to gather the adult meals.

“Ours won’t be unicorn vomit, will they?” Yoongi joked. Jimin laughed brightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all. Jin really loves kids. Obviously, we can’t have any, so he likes to go out of his way when he gets the opportunity to.”

“Can you two adopt?” Yoongi asked. Jimin shrugged.

“You know how people are here. I’m lucky I got the opportunity to teach being out of the closet honestly. That’s my blessing. And Jin—He loves his café. And he helps at the school as he can – We make it work.”

Yoongi remained silent, his thoughts running before he could censor himself. “You shouldn’t need to just make it work. Hundreds of parents aren’t fit to be. Look at my ex. She tossed her daughter aside just as easily as a piece of trash just to have another. That’s not fair. Especially when couples like you two are so kind and loving and would be amazing parents.”

Jimin reached out, setting his hand over Yoongi’s. “You are such a kind man. Not many think that way… But the sentiment is nice.”

“The rules are stupid,” Yoongi finished. His cheeks were warming from his outburst, but he stood by his words.

Jin pushed himself through the kitchen doors again, pushing a small cart with their food and drinks. Jimin rose, helping him set out the dinner and drinks, before sitting back down.

Jin turned to Nari, striking up a conversation about how the food was.

Yoongi watched the two for a moment, a smile curving his mouth. Jin was incredible with Nari, and had her laughing and talking excitedly within minutes.

“She’s been so withdrawn since her mother,” he began softly. Jimin nodded.

“I know. I’ve seen the change at school – it’s heartbreaking. She’s such a bright, vibrant child. I hate seeing that light fade at all. Have you talked to her about it?”

Yoongi nodded. He took a bite, allowing himself a moment to savor the taste. He wasn’t a shabby cook – but this was far better than even his best.

“She uh… She really kind of blames herself,” he admitted.

“What? Why?”

“Because her mother made it known she was pregnant before leaving. Nari feels like… I don’t know, like she wasn’t good enough for her, so she had to go try to have a good kid.”

“And the new baby – not yours, right?”

Yoongi shook his head. “Not at all. We had Nari but… Well.” He shrugged. “We all have our secrets.”

Jimin tilted his head a little, brows furrowing. “Now you have me curious.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I married Nari’s mother because I cared deeply for her and I did want to make a normal life. Like you and Jin, I wanted a child. But I’ve never really been into the traditional married life. I think – ultimately – that’s why she and I fell apart. I’ve always been open to things, if she’d just told me she wanted to sleep with other people I would have been fine with it. But she didn’t want my blessing. She wanted my ignorance. It’s a mess.”

“Seems to be,” Jimin agreed. “But not your fault. Or Nari’s.”

Yoongi lifted one shoulder in ambivalence.

Jimin reached over, taking Yoongi’s hand. “I mean it. You needn’t blame yourself for this. I see where Nari gets it.”

“Gets what?”

“That strong, stoic expression. The want to fix everything on her own.”

Yoongi smiled a bit, looking over to where Jin and Nari were still in their own world. Jin was showing Nari how to draw little animals with a pencil on her napkin.

“He is so good with her.”

“He is,” Jimin agreed. “How is the food?”

“By far the best meal I’ve eaten in months. I’m not an awful cook but not at all like this.”

“Come over more often,” Jimin said suddenly. Both Jin and Yoongi looked over at him. Jimin’s cheeks reddened visibly, and Yoongi couldn’t help but think he looked rather cute.

“I couldn’t,” he said. “It’s very kind, but I won’t impose.”

“Nothing of the sort,” Jin said. He smiled brightly. “You’re a great man. And Nari here – What a smart girl.” He winked at her and Nari giggled, hiding her face behind her hands.

“And maybe one night we could go out,” Jimin said a little softer. “Just the adults. Find a sitter for a night…” He paused, seeing Yoongi’s surprised expression. “Sorry. Sorry, that was weird.”

“No, I just—Honestly I don’t get out much at all without Nari. Single parenting isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Yoongi chuckled. He pushed his now empty plate back. “I didn’t think you were… I mean you’re her teacher, so I figured this was about her.”

“Sorta. And sorta because I like you too.” Jimin shrugged. “Just a thought. But my offer for dinner still stands.”

“At least once a week,” Jin agreed, handing Nari a clean napkin to wipe her face off. She bounced in her seat, looking over at Yoongi.

“Please, Daddy? He made rainbows for me.”

“I see he did, sweetie,” Yoongi said, unable to help the smile that spread on his face at her excitement. He nodded to Jin and Jimin. “We’ll see if we can make these Sunday meals work.”

“Excellent,” Jimin said. “Let me help Jin take the plates back to clean and then we can walk you two home.”

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”

“We want to,” Jin said, stacking the plates up for Jimin. When Jimin walked to the kitchen, Yoongi could see Jin’s gaze following, a gentle love in his expression. It made his heart ache in the worst way.

“He’s a very good teacher,” Yoongi commented, helping Nari down from the seat. She crawled into his lap, stifling a yawn.

“He’s amazing at everything. The light of my world, honestly.”

“I can tell.”

Jin smiled absently. “Everyone deserves at least one person that can do that for them. Give them that light.” He looked at Yoongi pointedly then. “Even you.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Not me. I’m done with marriage.”

“Doesn’t need to be marriage. Even a relationship. You deserve to be happy.”

“You should just marry Mr. Jin,” Nari commented sleepily. Yoongi laughed, as did Jin.

“You think so? Why is that?” Yoongi asked.

“He cooks good. And he’s married to my teacher. Then you could tell Mr. Park to stop making me do math.”

Yoongi chuckled, stroking his fingers through Nari’s hair. “Well, that won’t work. Mr. Park and Mr. Jin are already married. Plus, you need to learn math even if you don’t like it.”

“Well they can both marry you then.”

Yoongi and Jin both chuckled at that. Yoongi shook his head. “Innocence of kids.”

“Marriage isn’t every way to have a relationship,” Jin commented. Yoongi cocked his head. Before he could answer, Jimin emerged, wiping his hands.

“Ready to go?”

“Let me carry her,” Jin offered. “She’s almost asleep, I’m sure she doesn’t wanna walk.”

“You sure?”

Jin nodded. He rose and circled the table, carefully scooping Nari into his arms when Yoongi rose.

The three walked out and down the street in silence for some time, heading toward the small apartment Yoongi shared with his daughter. Nari dozed lightly on Jin’s shoulder, her utter comfort with him evident to Yoongi. He let them all in silently when they reached the apartment, pointing Jin toward her bedroom so they wouldn’t need to wake her up shifting her to Yoongi’s arms.

“Did I come on too strong?” Jimin asked softly while they waited for Jin to emerge from the bedroom.

Yoongi cocked his head. “Too strong for what?”

“Or not strong enough,” Jimin mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Asking you on that date.”

Yoongi pulled back, a little surprised. “D—Date? But you and Jin—”

“Are married, yes. But we’re… Open. To someone new, if they are a good fit.”

“You—Think I—Jimin…”

“I know, it was silly, huh?”

Yoongi shook his head, unsure how to answer. He searched Jimin’s face for any sign of a punchline, finding only an embarrassed smile present.

“I’m a mess. I—Just got divorced, I’m a single dad, I—I’m not worth anybody’s time. Especially not you two.”

“And why not?” Jimin asked, standing up a little straighter, indignant.

“Love isn’t for me,” Yoongi said simply, shrugging.

Jin slipped quietly from the bedroom, shutting the door. “She’s sleeping like a rock,” he said softly.

“Thank you.”

“This fool thinks love isn’t for him,” Jimin scolded, and Yoongi’s cheeks burned red hot. Jin looked over, his gaze gentle.

“She hurt you bad, huh?”

“I—” Yoongi shrugged. He looked down at the floor between their feet.

“Hey…” Jimin placed a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “I don’t want to pressure you into this. Just know that the offer still stands, okay? Both for dinners with you two… And for that date.”

Yoongi nodded, still overwhelmed by the suddenness of it. Jin nudged Jimin.

“We should get home either way though. See you around, Yoongi.” Jin winked at him. Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat. He nodded and bowed in thanks.

“The dinner was amazing, and thank you for walking us home. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimin.”

“See you tomorrow.” Jimin smiled softly, searching Yoongi’s face for a moment. He leaned forward then and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Yoongi gasped, watching with wide eyes as Jimin giggled and hurried out, Jin laughing behind him.

In bed that evening, Yoongi couldn’t get the things that had been discussed out of his mind. Or the two beautiful men that had discussed them. He was still in awe that either liked him enough to offer an actual date. Jin was model material and Jimin was ridiculously beautiful. Yoongi was… Definitely not in their league.

Jimin’s kiss burned on his cheek; he’d been so happy and bubbly, and his lips were soft and sweet and Yoongi found himself wondering what they would feel like against his own mouth. And Jin… Tall and broad – he looked like he could wrap Yoongi up in his arms and keep him warm for days.

Yoongi shook the thoughts from his mind, mentally scolding himself for letting his daydreams run wild. He promised not to get involved with anyone again. He didn’t want anyone to hurt Nari. Or him. Not like she had.

The next morning, Yoongi’s heart did that all too familiar skip-beat when he spotted Jimin. Nari rushed over to him, hugging his leg and immediately babbling rapidly. Jimin focused his full attention on her for a few moments before shooing her into the classroom, standing straight when Yoongi approached.

“Morning, Mr. Park,” Yoongi said softly, a smile curving his lips. Jimin grinned broadly.

“Morning… Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby. Did you two make it home okay?”

“Oh yeah, we don’t live too awful far from you. And the walk helped us talk a little.”

“About… The… Thing you offered?”

Jimin laughed brightly and nodded. “Yeah. And no, the offer still stands. Jin likes you, a lot.. And he adores Nari.”

“Jimin—”

“You don’t need to answer,” Jimin said, putting up a hand. “Not right away. I don’t want to pressure you, I said that last night and I meant it. You just got away from someone who treated you pretty bad. You shouldn’t feel like you have to jump right back into a relationship. We’ll be around when you’re ready. And until then… Family dinners are just good fun.”

Yoongi smiled despite himself and nodded. “You’re right. I gotta get into work. I’ll pick Nari up this afternoon.”

“Of course. Have a good day.”

Yoongi hurried out. He’d planned on telling Jimin no, stopping this before it got too deep. But once he saw him again – he just couldn’t. No way could he fall for them. But as he glanced back over his shoulder and his heart clenched at the bright peal of Jimin’s laughter over something a student said, Yoongi realized he may not have a choice.

*******

Despite Yoongi’s concerns, weeks passed effortlessly. Every Sunday he and Nari met Jin and Jimin at the closed café, eating a good meal and letting the couple walk them home. Though the tension was there – Yoongi could have felt it even if he wasn’t trying – Jimin kept his promise, no more mention of a date or a relationship.

But Yoongi couldn’t get the idea out of his head. He noticed the way Jin and Jimin were, the ease with which they shared affection and how freely they gave it both to him and to Nari. Alone in his bed at night he couldn’t help but wonder how he’d feel sandwiched between the two, sharing soft kisses and touches. The way Jimin’s hands would feel on his shoulders or Jin’s mouth would feel against his collarbones. He promised himself he’d never fall in love again, but he knew those were just empty words at this point. He needed to do something about it.

So, he called in a favor to Taehyung and texted Jin and Jimin.

‘Are you two free on Saturday night?’

Jimin texted back first. ‘I am – Why?’

Jin came before Yoongi could respond. ‘After we close – around 9. What’s up?’

Yoongi stared at his phone for nearly twenty minutes before he gathered the courage to type again.

‘How about that date?’

The checkmarks signifying that the two had read the message appeared instantly, but the response didn’t come. Yoongi’s nerves heightened, turning to anxiety and worry, and then down into annoyance. He understood if the answer was no – but leaving him on read?

He tossed his phone down just as it began to ring. Jimin.

Yoongi scooped it up. “I’m okay with rejection via text. Prefer it, actually,” he said quickly, forcing him to tamp down any glimmer of hope.

Jin and Jimin’s laughs both sounded through the phone.

“Well, that’s good to know, but what about… Non-rejection?” Jin asked.

“The word is acceptance, Jin,” Jimin scolded.

“Just because you’re a teacher—”

“Don’t you dare—”

“Guys!” Yoongi cut them off before their bickering could devolve further. “What do you mean?”

“Well we wanted to chat about if we both had the time. Do you have a sitter?”

“Yeah, my coworker will watch her that night.”

“We know a great little out of the way restaurant and bar, if you don’t mind a new place.”

“Does it come with Jin’s approval?”

“Of course,” Jin said. “I wouldn’t let my guys eat at a place I didn’t approve of.”

“Well, then yeah. That sounds good. Where should we meet?”

Jimin rattled off the address and Yoongi wrote it down. “Is it fancy?”

“Casual… Just bring yourself. Are you sure about this, Yoongi?” Jin asked.

“Yeah. I’ve thought a lot about it. You guys…. I’ve never done this before. Not like this. But I like you both. I’m ready.”

“We’ll see you Saturday.”

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimin. For school.”

Jimin’s laugh echoed through the phone again, and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. “You’re right. See you tomorrow. Give Nari a hug goodnight for us.”

“Will do.” Yoongi hung up, his heart pounding a mile a minute as the reality settled in. A date. With two of the most beautiful men he’d ever seen. What was he getting himself into?

*******

Yoongi’s heart was pounding against his ribcage when he arrived at the restaurant that Jin and Jimin had instructed him to go to. He searched the semi-crowded restaurant until he spotted Jin waving madly to him. He chuckled and nodded to people as he passed through, taking a seat at the table.

“Hey, right on time.” Jimin smiled.

“Thanks for the invite.”

“You okay with this still?” Jin worried.

Yoongi nodded. His heart jumped into his throat when Jimin reached over, setting his hand over the top of Yoongi’s.

“I’m really happy you accepted our offer.”

“It took a while, I just… How does this work?”

“Same way any other date works. But now when you get bored talking to one you can switch to the other.”

“Never gonna happen. Neither of you are boring,” Yoongi argued, grinning broadly despite himself at Jin’s surprised expression. “Was that flirting?” He asked.

“And if it was?”

Jin smirked. “I may have to kiss you.”

Jimin pouted full force. “You don’t get to kiss him first, I want to.”

“We can both kiss him.”

“Well how will we do that, he’s only got one mouth, Jin.”

Yoongi began to laugh, waving his hands in a motion to stop. “It’s the first date,” he cried, making both smile brightly. His cheeks were a vivid red despite his laughter, heart thudding against his ribs.

“You’re right. Plenty of time for kisses,” Jimin agreed.

The waitress interrupted, taking their orders before leaving them to chat.

“How did you two meet?” Yoongi asked.

Jin looked over at Jimin, adoration present in his eyes. “He came into a diner I was working in, back when he’d just graduated... I thought he was ridiculously adorable.”

“And couldn’t stop staring at me... Was so bad he tripped and spilled coffee on himself.”

Yoongi laughed at the story, unable to tear his eyes from the two. They were the perfect couple.

“Why a third?” He voiced his thoughts. “You guys are a dream marriage — What’s making you want more?”

Jimin shrugged. “We always have. Even when we were new to our relationship we would talk about it. We realized it wasn’t just a sexual thing, but something we would actively both enjoy as individuals. We just never really found someone that we both clicked with. Or anyone that we saw as having the ability to be equal in our relationship. Until you.”

“Why me?”

Jin laughed, sitting back as the food arrived. “Well, it was Jimin’s idea first. He’d seen you and how you acted with Nari and how great you were with the school. You were just going through your divorce when his feelings went from admiration to more. That was when he asked me if I was still interested, and we planned for the dinner.”

“Oh, was that my first test?” Yoongi joked.

“No – I would have given you a shot even if we’d not gotten along right away. I know some relationships take time to build up, and I trust Jimin with everything. But I ended up really liking you and Nari… I was all for it after that.”

The three ate quietly, each processing the information and just enjoying one another’s company. At one point, Jin fed Jimin a piece of food from his fork, grinning when Jimin’s eyes rolled back in dramatic pleasure. His gaze met Yoongi’s then, and he winked.

“Want some?” He offered. Yoongi glanced around for a moment before nodding. He leaned forward, letting Jin place the food into his mouth. He smirked, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s good,” he whispered. His eyes darted over to Jimin, who was watching the two with an expression of pure adoration… And just a hint of something less than pure. Yoongi felt his cheeks warm up at the intensity of the gaze.

“I—It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date, honestly. Even before the divorce, we didn’t go out much.” He hesitated then and shook his head. “You probably don’t want to hear about my ex, sorry.”

“We want to learn about you,” Jin argued. “Your ex, she’s a big part of that. That’s okay.”

Yoongi relaxed a little at Jin’s words, feeling more and more at ease with the two the longer he spent with them.

The three talked easily as they ate, conversation coming with far less trouble that Yoongi worried. Yoongi found himself laughing and relaxing more and more, enjoying the time he was spending with the two. As the evening passed, Jimin’s hand ended up on his thigh, gently brushing and squeezing whenever he laughed. Jin was more timid, reaching over at one point and catching Yoongi’s free hand in a firm grip. Yoongi smiled softly at him, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. The three ordered a dessert to share, savoring each bite and feeding more to their dates than themselves.

As with all good things though, the night did have to come to an end. Yoongi pulled his coat on, unsure what to say. He’d had a good time – better than he’d had in ages, if he was being honest. Thankfully Jin spoke up first.

“Let us walk you home.”

“Please, you don’t need to do that,” Yoongi argued.

“Nonsense… We want to spend more time with you,” Jimin said. “Unless you’ve gotten your fill of us.”

“Never,” Yoongi admitted. Jin slung an arm around his shoulders as the three walked out. He felt Jimin’s hand brush his, timid for a moment, before Jimin twined their fingers. Yoongi smiled absently, leaning toward Jin and squeezing Jimin’s hand. He felt… Complete.

“I wanna do this again,” he admitted, breaking the quiet of evening as they walked.

“So do I,” Jin agreed.

“A couple weeks. I know sitters are hard to come by,” Jimin said.

“Next week, why don’t you bring Nari to our place. She can play with our kitten and we can all have a more private dinner,” Jin suggested.

“I’d like that,” Yoongi said, looking up at him. His gaze lingered on Jin’s soft lips for a moment, and he licked his own absently.

“I think you might like something else too,” Jimin whispered, much closer to Yoongi’s ear than he remembered.

“Hm… I think you might be right.”

Jin looked over Yoongi’s shoulder, smirking. He gave a nod. Before Yoongi could question it, he was spun in place by both of their hands, going almost nose to nose with Jimin. Jimin pressed a firm kiss against his mouth, their lips sliding together perfectly. Yoongi held onto his cheeks, his stomach knotting in surprised pleasure. Jimin’s tongue swiped against his bottom lip, a tease of more to come, before he pulled back. Yoongi barely opened his eyes before he was moved again. He put up no fight, trusting the two. His lips met Jin’s and he made a soft noise in his throat, burying one hand in his shaggy hair. Jin was more pressing, his body firm against Yoongi’s. Jimin’s mouth brushed over his neck and ear, whispering softly how pretty he was, how good they looked like this.

When Jin finally let him go, Yoongi nearly lost his balance. He was kept up by their grips though, gentle smiles mirrored on their faces.

“How was that?” Jimin teased. Yoongi smiled crookedly.

“I’d like to do that forever,” he admitted.

“Mm… That can be arranged,” Jin said, nuzzling his nose against Yoongi’s cheek. “But we should get you home first… We could stay a few hours.”

Yoongi swallowed hard. “But Nari—”

“We’ll behave. Nothing wrong with a little making out on the couch, right?” Jimin asked, a giggle slipping through his words.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Yoongi agreed.

Jin and Jimin both grabbed a hand then, heading down the street once more toward his apartment.

Yoongi hadn’t thought he’d ever fall in love again. Now his heart was open… And filled to brim with two of the most amazing men he’d ever met.