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Jimin knows he’s in trouble when he sees Kim Dohyun tied to a chair in the middle of the penthouse, the blood dripping from his nose dribbling over the gag in his mouth and down his chin until it soils the crisp white of his evening dress shirt.

The little thrill of excitement that sparks down his spine should make him feel guilty but the arm that winds around his waist and draws him to a solid chest knocks the thought right out of him. Jimin’s breath hitches as Yoongi’s grip tightens, his words ghosting over the shell of Jimin’s ear.

“Why’d you stop, sweetheart?”

Jimin swallows, fear swirling in his belly in the most intoxicating way. He’s really pissed Yoongi off.

“Sorry,” he whispers, knows it’s too late for any kind of apology, anyways.

“And what’re you sorry for, pet?” Yoongi’s voice sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine, an eerie calm to it that Jimin’s come to recognize as dangerous. He nearly squirms out of Yoongi’s hold, heartbeat picking up.

Jimin’s mouth has gone dry, the sight of Dohyun in the center of the foyer enough of an indication that there is no right answer. Nothing could appease Yoongi now. Of course, maybe that had been Jimin’s intention.

Yoongi had hardly paid him any attention and Jimin didn’t spend hours getting himself all pretty just to be left in a corner as a decoration. He needed to be oohed and aahed over, needed to be shown off.

Yoongi hums, shifting away from him and walking toward Dohyun. He’s left standing in the entrance, unsure what to do next. He knows how Yoongi wants him, but he also doesn’t want to assume, knows that’ll only piss Yoongi off more.

“You put on quite the show, you know,” Yoongi drawls, carding Dohyun’s hair back gently. In a split second his demeanour changes, sharply yanking Dohyun’s head up as his fingers tighten in Dohyun’s hair. Dohyun winces, left eye squeezing shut. Jimin finally notices the bruise beginning to bloom on his cheek just under it. Yoongi tuts, dropping Dohyun’s head carelessly and turns to look at Jimin, an eyebrow raised.

“Is this what gets you going now, Jiminie? Pretty boys?”

“No sir,” Jimin answers obediently. Yoongi’s not convinced, has no reason to be. Jimin had spent far too much of the night giggling and falling over Dohyun.

It’s not like Jimin hasn’t acted bratty before, purposefully flirting to rile Yoongi and Jeongguk up but there’s a chill running down his spine tonight, like maybe he went just a little too far. And maybe he should feel ashamed by the lick of arousal that burns through him at the thought of the punishment that awaits him but he doesn’t.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Yoongi asks, pulling his blazer off. He’d worn all black, his usual go to, the lapel of his suit carefully embroidered in silver. It ties in easily with the thick silver chain he always wore, the first three buttons of his dress shirt left unbuttoned today to show it off.

Jeongguk materializes out of thin air to take the jacket when Yoongi holds it out and Jimin, even after five years, forgets that Jeongguk is always here. Always in the shadows, always at Yoongi’s beck and call. No task too imposing or too menial.

Jimin feels the heat sink into his cheeks as he tugs his own rose gold jacket off, far more ostentatious than Yoongi’s. He lets it crumble to the floor, the golden embroidery sparkling in the bright lights of the penthouse.

Yoongi’s uncuffing the sleeves of his dress shirt, his favourite pair of cufflinks ― tigers embedded with rubies ― handed off to Jeongguk. Jimin watches as he rolls his sleeves up, sighing as he spares Dohyun another glance, his anger carefully masked as mere irritation. Jimin swallows, forcing his attention back to his own task rather than the black ink Yoongi’s just exposed. All his tattoos always stood out so starkly against his pale skin, his arms covered from wrist to shoulder.

“You’re taking too long,” Yoongi tells him, unimpressed. He backhands Dohyun, ringed fingers cutting into his cheek and leaving bloody gashes behind. Jimin jolts, panicked as he tugs his silk tank top out of his impossibly tight pants. His bracelets clatter together in the silence that falls between them, a scowl on Yoongi’s face as he observes Dohyun.

Jeongguk’s already moved to fetch something from their room, and returns with a non-descript black case, setting it in the middle of the living room. Jimin’s toed off his Louboutins, fingers undoing his belt and letting it clatter to the floor. Just as he manages to tug off his slacks, his clothes pooled at his feet, Jeongguk grabs the back of Dohyun’s chair and drags it bodily across the room.

The chair screeches against the expensive marble tile of the foyer.

Yoongi follows at a lazy pace, hands slipping into the pockets of his dress pants, his gait silent as he makes it further into the penthouse. Jimin can see the silver of his favourite gun from his holster, strapped to his waist, and swallows, following after him.

Jeongguk’s left Dohyun in direct sight of where Jimin’s about to be hung, center stage. This certainly isn’t the first time Jimin’s been strung up for Yoongi’s pleasure, and he knows it won’t be the last.

Jeongguk opens the black case he’s brought, the metal hoop Jimin’s normally suspended from already lowered down to where Jeongguk can reach it. White rope dangles from it, waiting for Jimin. To prepare him, Jeongguk grabs the black jute rope Yoongi always brings in directly from Japan and stands, waiting for Jimin.

Jimin comes slowly, shivering when he walks past Yoongi, his gaze burning into Jimin’s back.

Jeongguk’s expression is unreadable, a mask he always wears when he’s under Yoongi’s instruction. Jimin’s heartbeat pounds against his chest, anticipation and fear swirling in the pit of his belly and leaving him speechless. Jeongguk eyes the socks still on Jimin’s feet along with the underwear he hasn’t removed. Jimin doesn’t make any move to remove them and Jeongguk shrugs, letting go of his rope to step forward.

Jeongguk pushes the briefs down himself, the musky cologne he always wore ― a gift from Yoongi, no doubt ― filling Jimin’s senses as he’s manhandled out of his underwear. Jimin’s fingers curl into the fabric of Jeongguk’s suit to keep himself upright but Jeongguk pushes Jimin down onto his knees just as quickly. His briefs are tangled around his ankles and embarrassment swarms in his belly, cheeks pink.

In minutes, Jeongguk has Jimin tied up and helpless, his shoulders pushed back where his arms are bound together all the way to his elbows in spaced out intervals. His forearms rest against each other, wrists tied to his arms. Rope criss-crosses over his chest, brushing against his nipples, looped around his torso to ensure that his weight is evenly distributed when he's suspended. Jeongguk binds his thighs, too, rope digging in against the skin where his legs meet his pelvis, and Jeongguk pauses when he gets to Jimin’s ankles, tugging Jimin’s underwear off entirely as he awaits instruction from Yoongi.

He hums thoughtfully, making his way to the black case. Jimin knows what’s coming.

“Spread ‘em.” 

Jeongguk makes easy work of this, too. Jimin’s socks are slipped off, body maneuvered as though he were nothing more than a rag doll so that he's lying flat on his belly. Then, Jeongguk picks him up from the central knot he’s laid in the small of Jimin’s back, and carries him so that he can be set down right under the metal ring. His legs are bent at the knee, ankles brought to the rope Jeongguk had already bound him with mid-thigh. Jeongguk ties him so that his ankles are flush against his thighs and he’s forced to keep his legs spread, entrance and cock exposed.

The shadow that falls over him is expected, his head yanked up as Jeongguk continues tying Jimin into position. Yoongi looks down at him, the thick black collar he usually wore when Yoongi was unhappy with him in one hand. 

Yoongi liked gripping onto it from behind, using it as leverage as he fucked into Jimin and made him cry.

“Look how pretty we’re getting you for your new boy toy,” Yoongi drawls, nasty and condescending. Mortification burns hotly in Jimin’s belly but this is what he’d wanted, isn’t it? 

He strokes Jimin’s cheek delicately, smirking when he goes to slip the collar around Jimin’s neck. The buckle at the back is cool, and feels heavy against Jimin’s neck; Yoongi fastens it a smidge too tight to be comfortable. The D-ring dangles from the front.

Jimin swallows, apprehension swirling in his belly. Jeongguk’s secured him to the hoop he’s to be suspended from at five points: the central knot at his back, his thighs and his arms. When he feels himself lift off the ground, immobilized, he gasps despite himself, rope digging into his skin as he’s hoisted up into the air.

Jeongguk has become a master of shibari, Jimin’s weight distributed so equally that he hardly feels any discomfort beyond the pressure of the rope against his skin as it holds him up. He couldn't close his legs even if he tried, the rope holding him up spreading him wide open. His cock dangles between his legs, half hard just from being bound and manhandled. There's nothing he can do, no way to hide even if he wanted to, the thought sending burning arousal coursing through him.

Jimin is helpless, just the way Yoongi likes him.

Dohyun’s one good eye is wide in disbelief and something hot runs around Jimin’s veins. He’s been put on display for their guest. 

Yoongi’s had him strung up in worse ways, hung upside down with his limbs artfully tied together by Jeongguk for the viewing pleasure of Yoongi’s guests. One time he’d even had Jimin suspended with the fucking machine right under him, pounding into him for the duration of the night. Yoongi likes to say that there’s no point in any other decor when Jimin’s always the prettiest thing in the room.

Jimin’s view of Dohyun is blocked as Yoongi walks closer, jerking Jimin’s head up by gripping a handful of his hair. He stares down at Jimin appreciatively, humming as he drags his thumb across Jimin’s lips before pushing the digit into his mouth. Jimin sucks obediently, ignoring the prickles of pain running against his skull.

He’s gone soft between his legs, maybe a little impatient and a little worried.

“Jeongguk,” Yoongi says, gaze flittering away from Jimin impassively. “Prep him.”

Jeongguk is all business, going back to the black case. 

“You know,” Yoongi says to him, dark eyes sparing him a glance. “If you weren’t such a desperate little cockslut, I might have let you come tonight.”

Jimin whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. There’s no point in begging; Yoongi didn’t believe in mercy. His suspicions are confirmed when Jeongguk puts the cock ring on him, cold metal made to fit him perfectly. It sits snugly at the base of his length behind his balls. The metal tube comes after, Jimin’s cock pushed into it until the tube’s metal presses up against his cockhead with just enough room to spare to give Jimin hope. The lock is clicked shut, and the key is handed to Yoongi.

His head’s dropped, Yoongi’s wet thumb snagging on his lip. Jimin stares at the cock cage, his cock trapped inside and he can’t help the whine that escapes him. He’s never been a big fan of it, knows he’s in for a brutal fucking.

Jimin shivers, wanting to shrink his cock away from the cold metal enclosed around it.

Yoongi’s gone back to Dohyun, blocking him out of Jimin’s view. He doesn’t know what Yoongi does, but Dohyun winces loudly, Jimin’s neck straining as he holds his head up to watch.

Jeongguk tsks, dropping down to Jimin’s view as he grabs a handful of Jimin’s hair, holding him in place. He doesn’t look happy, the carefully neutral expression he usually wore giving way to angry eyes and a curled lip. His other hand holds Jimin’s chin in a vice grip and Jimin would whine but he knows better.

“You shouldn’t waste your energy feeling sorry for him, kitten,” Jeongguk says, cold. “You’re in for much worse.”

He lets Jimin’s head drop, too, hand dragging over the length of his body as he moves all the way back, gripping the meat of Jimin’s ass roughly. Jimin yelps when he’s spanked, biting down on his lip when the second one comes. Jeongguk always did love watching his ass jiggle.

Cold lube pours down his ass crack, trickling over his hole and then his taint until it finally reaches his balls. Jeongguk teases him only a little, rubbing his fingers against Jimin’s hole, tracing the ring of his rim. He’s given no warning before two fingers are thrust into him, forcing Jimin to gasp, hissing at the intrusion. Jeongguk doesn’t care for his comfort right now, fucks him open harshly as one hand still grips Jimin’s ass, kneading the flesh. He works his fingers into Jimin meticulously, gets him nice and wet, arousal beginning to burn in Jimin’s gut as he’s fucked.

Yoongi liked him wet, liked humiliating Jimin by telling him how wet his slutty pussy always got for him.

More lube is poured into Jimin’s hole, Jeongguk slipping a third finger into him and stretching him open. Jimin takes it easily, barely feeling the burn. He’s too used to taking cock, had been fucked just that morning by Jeongguk when they’d showered. 

So of course Yoongi is mad. 

Jimin whines as he’s fingerfucked, tries to keep quiet but he’s never been all that good at it. Jeongguk’s fingers are nice and long, always hitting Jimin’s prostate as they fuck into him and it’s hard to concentrate on anything beside the pleasure curling in his belly.

As a result, Yoongi catches him off guard, hand yanking him up by the hair as he sneers. “You enjoying yourself, Jiminie? You think you deserve to?”

“No, n-no sir,” Jimin replies, voice shaky, head pushed back uncomfortably, collar digging into his neck. He has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from moaning when Jeongguk purposefully rubs against his prostate, the insistent pressure making his cock twitch.

He doesn’t expect the gun, shivers when Yoongi places the side of the barrel under his chin, cold metal sending sparks of fear running all the way down his spine. He taps Jimin with it, entirely unimpressed, eyes sharp and cold.

“Suddenly remembering your place, hmm? Maybe everyone was right, maybe this is what I get for bedding a whore,” Yoongi spits out, all venom, the gun shoved into Jimin’s mouth. His heart hammers against his chest, eyes wide. “You that desperate for cock, you fucking bitch?”

Jimin does his best to shake his head but with Yoongi’s grip and the gun in his mouth he doesn’t manage to do much. The fingers in his ass are relentless, and everything already feels overwhelming. Jimin’s not sure how he’s going to survive the night.

“Fucking pathetic,” Yoongi sneers, thrusting the gun in farther. He fucks Jimin’s mouth with it, forcefully pushing the barrel in, metal clattering against Jimin’s teeth. Jimin groans around it, struggling to keep his eyes open, tries to keep his jaw slack but it’s nothing like a cock, hard and painful as Yoongi thrusts it in, pulling the gun out only when Jimin’s eyes begin to water with unshed tears. “Better get it nice and wet for me, baby .”

Jimin splutters, gasping for air but nods obediently, ready to take it back in but Yoongi’s dropping his hold in Jimin’s hair, hand reaching to undo his belt buckle. Jimin uses the break to steady his breathing, whimpering as Jeongguk pushes a fourth finger into him. And now the stretch burns, pain grounding him as the metallic taste of Yoongi’s gun spreads across his tongue.

Yoongi doesn’t even fully unzip his pants, shoving them down along with his underwear in one go to pull his cock out. Shamefully, Jimin feels his mouth water; he’s always enjoyed the thick girth of Yoongi’s cock in his mouth a little too much. 

To Jimin’s disappointment he’s still soft, but Yoongi remedies that quickly, spitting into his palm to jerk himself to hardness. Jimin watches his ringed hand, big and veiny, move up and down his length quickly, silver bracelet jangling as he does so.

Jimin finds himself nearly drooling, cock aching between his legs, unable to get hard even as Jeongguk fucks into him hard and fast. The squelch of the lube is obscene behind them, Yoongi laughing darkly.

“Look at you,” Yoongi says, his hand carding back Jimin’s hair before yanking Jimin’s head right back up, grip painful. “God, you like cock that much, baby? Drooling all over yourself like some dumb slut.”

Jimin only whines, humiliation burning hotly in his gut. He wants to say Yes yes yes, love cock but Yoongi likes to degrade Jimin, break him down until he can’t even remember his own name, much less if he likes cock. He doesn’t need a response.

Yoongi’s gun is thrown onto his back, his free hand now gripping Jimin by the mouth, a cruelty to him that makes Jimin’s whole body burn. The gun bounces as it settles on Jimin’s roped back, and Jeongguk’s pouring more lube in, cold and wet, fingers sliding so easily into Jimin’s ass.

“Fucking slut,” Yoongi growls, furious as he grabs his length. He doesn’t waste time, shoves his cock down Jimin’s ready mouth until Jimin’s nose is buried in his neatly trimmed pubes. Jimin gags, but there’s no respite, Yoongi only pushing his hips in farther before finally pulling back only to thrust right back harshly. He toys with Jimin’s mouth, goes slow as he drags his length out before thrusting back in.

He pulls out entirely when Jimin moans around him, a ravenous look in his eyes as strings of spit still connect Jimin’s mouth to Yoongi’s cock. Jimin coughs and splutters, breathing in desperately, his whole face overheated. He cries out when Yoongi’s grip in his hair seems to tighten, cockhead rubbing along Jimin’s swollen lips, smearing spit and precum all over his mouth. The salty taste is still on Jimin’s tongue, even as he pants, Yoongi slapping Jimin’s face with his cock a few times, spit dribbling down his chin before he’s being forced back onto Yoongi’s cock.

“This all you’re good for, isn’t it, Jiminie? Being fucked in every hole,” Yoongi grunts, snapping his hips forward and Jimin does his best to relax, knows what he’s in for.

Yoongi certainly doesn’t disappoint, fucking Jimin’s mouth with abandon. His cock hits the back of Jimin’s throat on every thrust in, Jimin’s jaw aching as he’s dragged up and down the length, earrings swinging back and forth on every thrust. He can’t breathe, tears streaming down his face as Yoongi uses him like a fucktoy. “Stupid little slut. I should keep you on a leash, drag you around behind me.”

Jimin moans around the cock in his mouth, spit and precum making a mess of his chin. Jeongguk’s fingers are still working him open and it’s all so much at once, his mind beginning to grow hazy.

“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters, pulling out entirely. Jimin gags, bodily hacking as he greedily sucks in air and he knows he shouldn’t but he can’t stop the words from spilling out.

“’M sorry, sir, please. Please, I’m ― I’m so s-sorry.” His voice is hoarse, throat sore as he sobs out but Yoongi pays him no mind. The fingers in his ass have disappeared.

He’s so busy begging for forgiveness, he doesn’t realise Yoongi’s moved, the gun back in his hand as it’s trailed along his body. It’s not until Jeongguk's grabbing him by his collar that he realises Yoongi’s between his legs. Jeongguk loosens it to twist it around so that D-ring sits against the back of his neck and buckles it back just as tight as Yoongi had left it. He loops rope through the D-ring, and Jimin’s head is held up just right so that he can see Dohyun clearly.

Yoongi must want Jimin to see him, force him to acknowledge the show he’s putting on for their guest.

Dohyun’s looking right at him, their eyes meeting and Jimin has to squeeze his shut as the humiliation burns through him. Jeongguk snorts, but moves away and then Jimin feels the gun, smooth metal dragged right down the crack of his ass until Yoongi is rubbing the muzzle against his hole.

Jimin whimpers, feels like his whole body is on fire from the adrenaline alone. Yoongi's dragged his gun around Jimin's body before, liked watching him shiver and panic but he’s never fucked him with one.

“You think I give a fuck if you’re sorry?” Yoongi bites out, absolutely unrelenting. Jimin’s toes curl, nails digging into his palms as Yoongi toys with his hole, pushing the muzzle in further just to see Jimin’s hole swallow it up. He pulls it back out though, trailing it all the way down to Jimin’s balls and shoving at them roughly. Jimin whines and shivers, adrenaline forcing clarity onto him.

He can’t tear his eyes away from Dohyun, feels awful and excited all at once for putting him in this situation. 

Yoongi’s dragging the gun back up to his hole, almost teasing Jimin like he won’t do what Jimin knows he’s planning to. The barrel is thrust into him without warning. Jimin chokes out a cry, and still Yoongi pushes, until Jimin can feel the trigger guard hit his taint.

Jeongguk’s watching him from next to Dohyun, hands tucked into his slacks, lips curled just slightly up, pleased. Jimin feels fresh tears spill down his face, Dohyun’s one wide eye fixed right on him in absolute fear.

“Do you know who you belong to, Jimin? Did you fucking forget?” Yoongi snaps, fucking Jimin with the gun in one sharp thrust. Jimin whines out far too loudly, mind clouded with arousal, as his body begs for release.

“No sir, I di ― ”

“Did I fucking say you could speak?” Yoongi cuts him off sharply, fucking the gun in earnest into Jimin now. The loud squelch as the hard metal fucks him open leaves Jimin’s cheeks heated, entire being absolutely on fire. “If I wanted to hear all your pathetic snivelling, I would have asked .”

Jimin shuts up immediately, biting down on his lip as Yoongi fucks him open with his own gun, as if it were nothing but a toy.

And maybe he wouldn’t feel so helpless, so utterly and inconsolably desperate if Yoongi didn’t have him tied up like an animal but he is. He’s allowed to do nothing besides take what’s given to him and he should be grateful for it.

“You think you can just act like a slutty little bitch and there’ll be no consequences. Should I get his cock out for you so you can fuck yourself on it? You want that greedy bitch?” Yoongi asks, disgust in his voice, and Jimin can only shake his head, terrified and aroused all at once. He’s never managed to piss Yoongi off this much.

“Look at your sloppy cunt, even sucking my gun right in.” Yoongi punctuates his sentence with a particularly hard thrust and Jimin finds himself moaning out loud, wanton and whiny. “You’d let anything fuck you, huh? Even that piece of shit nobody, so fucking greedy .”

No no no , Jimin wants to say, crying harder now. He’s so turned on, so humiliated that he can’t think straight, just wants so desperately to come but his cock hangs uselessly, arousal burning through him so ferociously it feels like he’s been thrown into a fire.

Jimin whimpers, is ready to beg and plead for Yoongi’s forgiveness, to come, but Yoongi’s just thrusting his gun into him, barrel rubbing against Jimin’s prostate on every push in. It’s torture and Jimin’s shamelessly enjoying it.

“Fuck Jimin,” Yoongi says, sounds absolutely pissed off as he finally pulls the gun out and slams his own length into Jimin’s sopping wet hole.

Jimin’s mouth falls open in a silent scream, Yoongi’s cock far thicker than the barrel of the gun and completely knocking the breath out of him. Despite Jeongguk prepping him, Jimin still feels like he’s been split in half. He gasps, fingers digging into his arms as he tries to regain his breath but Yoongi hardly waits for Jimin to adjust before he’s snapping his hips right back in, fast and brutal.

“Please sir,” Jimin breathes, sounds pathetic as he pleads, “’S too much. Can’t ― ” 

Yoongi only laughs.

Part of him feels immediately giddy that Yoongi’s still willing to fuck him but the feeling is far outweighed by the intensity with which Yoongi fucks him, driving out all capacity for thought. Jimin’s left to just whine, voice stuttering and cracking on every thrust Yoongi punches into him. Fingers slip under the rope tied around Jimin’s torso, Yoongi using it as leverage to thrust into him as Jimin swings from where he’s been suspended, completely immobile.

He feels like a fucktoy, dragged back and forth over Yoongi’s throbbing cock.

“What,” Yoongi grunts, pounding into Jimin, “what good’s a cocksleeve who can’t even take cock, huh baby?”

“No,” Jimin gasps, eyes squeezing shut as Yoongi’s cock slams into him. “I can ― I can ― ah! ― t-take it. I'm,” Jimin’s cut off again as Yoongi groans behind him, hips grinding into Jimin’s ass.

“You’re what baby?” Yoongi asks, slowing down and Jimin knows it’s just to lull him, let him think Yoongi’s a little less furious now. He can feel the precum dripping from his cock, still only half-hard and straining against his cock cage. He sobs, wishes that every time he opened his eyes he didn’t have to see Dohyun staring back at him despite how much he loves Yoongi using and abusing him, putting him on display.

“I’m, I’m a good boy,” Jimin blubbers, feels Yoongi’s gun lying on top of his back again.

Yoongi lets out a dark laugh, fingers hooking into Jimin’s D-ring and yanking it back far enough to choke Jimin, his body bowed as it strains against the hold. “A good boy? You? Good boy’s don't go sniffing around for cock like a bitch in heat every time they’re bored, Jiminie. You’re barely a good fuck.”

Jeongguk’s laughter mixes in and Jimin can’t breathe , Yoongi slamming back into him. He fucks him even harder, the slap of his pelvis against Jimin’s ass filling the room along with Jimin’s snivelling.

“No,” Jimin croaks, but it barely comes out, cut off by the collar digging into his throat. Yoongi relents, dropping Jimin’s D-ring and his head falls back into place. Jimin sucks in air greedily, coughing again, eyes so blurry with tears he can’t even see anything anymore.

“N-no, Diminie,” he insists, “D-diminie’s a g-good boy.”

“Oh, Diminie’s a good boy, how cute,” Yoongi coos condescendingly, the wet squelching of his cock fucking into Jimin’s hole particularly loud as he slows down. “Diminie’s pussy is so greedy though baby. It’s like I gotta keep it stuffed all the time ‘cause Diminie’s such a stupid little cockslut, isn’t that right?”

Jimin whines, mind going hazier and hazier at every word out of Yoongi’s mouth. He sounds so sweet now as he tells Jimin what a stupid little slut he is. And Jimin finds himself agreeing, knows it’s true. “Diminie, Diminie just l-loves sir’s cock.”

Yoongi tsks, drawing back slowly to thrust into Jimin deep, rendering Jimin speechless as he moans wetly, wishes so badly that Yoongi would let him come. “I don’t think it’s just my cock you love, baby. It could be anyone’s and your slutty little cunt would just swallow it up.”

“No!” Jimin finds himself frenzied as he denies it, words all slurring together as Yoongi picks up speed once more, fingers digging painfully into Jimin’s hips. “No no no! Diminie ― Diminie oh! O-only wants ― wants s-sir’s cock . P-please, sir.”

“Then Diminie ,” Yoongi snarls, poisonous, “shouldn’t have acted like such a whore in front of everyone.”

“’Minie's so ― hic ― s-sorry sir,” Jimin sobs, hysterical as he begs. “Please sir, p-please. Dimine ― D-diminie was a bad boy but h-he’s ― He’s so s-sorry.”

“Sorry,” Yoongi growls, one of his hands disappearing from Jimin’s hips as he continues to fuck Jimin so hard he’s gone senseless from it, “doesn’t cut it, baby.”

He’s yanked back by the D-ring again, forced to look at Dohyun and Jeongguk through his tears as snot and spit dribble down his face, a fucking mess. Dohyun’s shaking his head, crying with an edge of panic Jimin doesn’t understand until the gunshot rings in his ears, bullet blowing right through Dohyun’s head.

Yoongi’s hips snap into Jimin with one last hard slap, moaning loudly as he releases his load inside of him. His gun lands on Jimin’s back as his cum sloshes into Jimin’s hole and to his horror, Jimin finds himself convulsing, his orgasm wracking through his body against his will, cock dribbling cum.

For a split second, Jimin thinks he loses consciousness, pleasure washing over him in waves, before he’s blearily blinking back to reality. There’s red all over Dohyun, blood drenching his nice crisp white shirt.

Jimin’s eyes widen, breath wavering and it feels like he can’t suck anything in, gasping. Yoongi pulls out of him slowly, bent over Jimin’s form. A kiss is pressed to his spine, hands rubbing up and down his sides. Cum drips out of Jimin’s abused, gaping hole the second Yoongi’s completely unsheathed himself, and he squeezes around the nothingness, the silence in the room deafening.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk scowls, grabbing Dohyun’s head and lifting it up. Jimin can see the bullet hole, blood practically gushing out. It’s dead center through his forehead and Jimin is so dazed, heart beating so hard against his ribcage he’s afraid it’ll just tear right out. “You promised I’d get to kill him.”

Jimin hears Yoongi zipping himself back up, belt tightened back in place.

“Sorry baby,” Yoongi apologises, actually sounds bad. “Got a little too excited.”

Jeongguk drops Dohyun’s head, lips pursed, and he’s very much dead.

Jimin can’t believe he’s just come from watching a man be killed but his cock is softening, body thrumming with an unsatisfying sort of pleasure. It’s still not enough and Jimin only feels worse.

But the guilt is easily overcome by his shock.

Jimin’s certainly seen Yoongi kill before, Jeongguk even more. He’s been their pet long enough to have seen pretty much everything and anything but neither of them have ever killed someone while fucking him before.

He’s been bent over in the backseat of Yoongi’s SUV or Jeongguk’s slew of expensive cars plenty of times, Yoongi or Jeongguk or both covered in blood as they fucked Jimin, pounding their aggression out onto him. Jeongguk’s even taken Jimin on all fours in the middle of one of their warehouses, dead bodies strewn about.

This — This is completely new.

A hand cards through his hair, the softest touch he’s received all night. Jimin can’t help but keen into it, eyes closing. “Looks like Jeonggukie’s still upset, kitten. You better be good for him.”

“He’s a fucking mess,” Jeongguk says, but he’s already moving closer, squatting down in front of Jimin. “ Dimine’s so pretty after hyung wrecks him.”

Jimin flushes, feels disoriented and lost, Dohyun completely forgotten behind them. He can’t bring himself to care about the dead man enough, Jeongguk pushing two fingers into his mouth. Jimin laps at them immediately, a little too eager and Jeongguk laughs, disparaging.

“You’re really something, huh, kitten,” Jeongguk sneers, thrusting his fingers into Jimin’s mouth. He sucks on them in earnest, uncaring if he looks desperate. “Just got that poor man killed and you’re still just thinking about getting fucked.”

Jimin whines, heat flooding through him and he wants to shrink in on himself but he can’t, incapable of moving his bound body any which way, skin prickling hotly at Jeongguk’s words.

Yoongi’s grip tightens, forcing Jimin’s eyes open. He looks impassive, almost bored. “He really is just a useless slut.”

Jimin moans around Jeongguk’s fingers, nodding and Yoongi snorts, dropping his hold on Jimin. Jeongguk pulls his fingers out in tandem, standing back upright.

“Sluts need to be put in their place, isn’t that right, Diminie?” Jeongguk teases, a wicked look in his eyes. Sometimes he reminds Jimin of a feral dog, kept on a leash and only obedient to his owner.

“Y-yes hyung,” Jimin agrees, a thrill of excitement already shooting down his spine. He makes sure to call Jeongguk hyung, knows how much he likes it.

Jeongguk’s eyes darken, thumb brushing over Jimin’s swollen lips a little too roughly as he grips his chin. “Gonna teach you a lesson tonight, kitten, and you’re gonna to be a good boy and take it. I better not hear a single complaint.”

“Yes hyung.”

Jeongguk smirks as he moves away, disappearing from Jimin’s line of sight.

Yoongi’s standing in front of Dohyun, his cigarette pack in hand. Seoul glitters behind him through the penthouse’s floor to ceiling windows, night sky swallowing every speck of light until it’s nothing but a sea of stars. 

His attention is brought back to himself when he hears the squeak of wheels rolling over the tiled floor. Jimin knows exactly what Jeongguk’s brought out for him and still finds himself craning to look over his shoulder.

It’s pointless, Jimin bound in place and the reminder to his own helplessness makes his stomach twist.

The sound of the wheels comes to a stop and Jimin feels a hand slide up along his bent leg, Jeongguk’s fingers trailing up the curve of his foot before smoothing down the sole. His hand finds its way to Jimin’s ass, squeezing the fat before he gives Jimin’s skin a slap. Jimin bites back his cry, watches as Jeongguk leaves him and walks toward Yoongi.

He’s got a lighter ready in his hands, Yoongi having turned around, cigarette dangling from his mouth, ready to be lit. Jeongguk lights it without being asked to, flame flickering and then gone. Yoongi gives him an indulgent look, taking a long drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke right in Jeongguk’s face. Jeongguk doesn’t even flinch.

Instead, on Yoongi’s next drag, Jeongguk closes the gap between them and waits for him to exhale, smoke billowing into his open and waiting mouth. Jeongguk savours it for a moment, but grows impatient, closing the gap to lick into Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi’s hand tangles in his long hair immediately, cigarette still dangling between his fingers.

Jeongguk must be buzzing from the show they’d just put on because he kisses Yoongi with an aggression he usually only saves for Jimin, and Jimin finds himself whining. He wants to be kissed, too.

Yoongi’s grip in Jeongguk’s hair tightens, yanking his head back when Jeongguk seems to bite at Yoongi’s lip, dragging it out until it slips from between his teeth. Jeongguk gives Yoongi a satisfied smile, groaning when Yoongi yanks his head back farther, neck bare. Yoongi licks his lips at the sight, leans in to suck a mark against Jeongguk’s neck as he tugs the collar of his dress shirt down. And they’re doing it on purpose, riling Jimin up, he can tell. Jeongguk’s eyes are half-lidded as they meet Jimin’s, moaning as Yoongi seems to bite into him, mouth working over the mark he’s leaving behind.

“Go take care of your kitten,” Yoongi breathes, pulling away only after he pops two more of Jeongguk’s buttons, hand smoothing around Jeongguk’s inked neck before squeezing. He lets go of Jeongguk’s hair, cigarette back at his mouth as he takes a drag.

“He’s a spoiled brat,” Jeongguk tells Yoongi but obediently returns, the mark Yoongi’s just sucked into his neck high enough that Jeongguk’s dress shirt collars won’t be able to hide it in the days to come. 

Jimin feels jealousy burn in his chest, wanting Yoongi’s marks, too.

Jeongguk’s smirking as he returns to Jimin, carding his hair back as he looks down at him. “Spoiled little bitch, aren’t you kitten?”

“Yes hyung,” Jimin agrees easily, knows better than to deny it. Jeongguk’s eyes seem to light up at the admission.

“Think I should just leave you here, let you get fucked all night. ’S not like anything could ever be enough for you,” Jeongguk says, condescending and mean, his grip tightening in Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s eyes slip shut as his scalp tingles from the pain, a welcome comfort. “Hyung was too nice, wasn’t he, Diminie?”

Jimin sucks in a breath.

“He should have let every man at the party have a go at you and then left you there, covered in their spunk like the worthless bitch you are. Stupid little slut, you don’t deserve hyung’s cock,” Jeongguk growls, jerking Jimin’s head to the side. He leans down, voice low and nasty, as his lips meet Jimin’s ear. “Should have known a dumb cunt like you couldn’t be house trained.”

Jimin feels smaller and smaller with every word out of Jeongguk’s mouth, mind slipping away from him, tears already clinging to his lashes. Jeongguk lets him go with a shove, Jimin swinging on the rope.

When he finally braves opening his eyes, Yoongi’s moved Dohyun’s dead body out of sight and has settled against the back of their couch, arms crossed. His cigarette glows orange against the black backdrop of his suit, smoke wafting around him.

“Look at your slutty little hole,” Jeongguk says having settled behind Jimin, and pushes four fingers right into him at once. Jimin’s swung forward from the force of it, voice stuttering on his gasp as Jeongguk fucks into him easily. Yoongi watches them from his perch on the back of the couch and Jimin whines under his indifferent gaze, feels overheated as he gets fucked.

“What a greedy little bitch,” Jeongguk accuses, fingers rubbing incessantly against Jimin’s prostate as he thrusts into him. Jimin lets the sob he’s been trying to hold back escape him, wants to tell Jeongguk it’s not fair, his cock straining against the cage around it.

Jimin’s sniffling, does his best to hold back his cries as Jeongguk continues, thinks he can feel himself drifting right out of himself. It’s not until he feels the tip of Jeongguk’s thumb pressing against his rim that Jimin’s daze seems to break. He chokes on his breath, a loud moan ripped right out of him as Jeongguk pushes his entire hand into Jimin, rim stretched to its limit.

“Hyung,” he heaves out, feels like he’s just been split open. The fullness is too much, renders Jimin speechless as his mouth hangs open, tongue lolling out. He’s no better than a bitch in heat.

Jeongguk doesn’t give him long to adjust, thrusting his fist into Jimin once he’s buried his hand all the way in. Jimin’s hole grips him around his wrist, words failing him as Jeongguk fucks into him slow, fist pushed right up against his prostate.

He’s mindless in seconds, the fullness of the hand inside of Jimin renders him useless, drool dripping from his mouth to the floor as he groans.

“Look at that,” Jeongguk says with the same vicious anger Yoongi had shown him earlier. “Always just a nasty little cockslut, aren’t you? Nothing but a hole to get fucked, always so desperate.”

Jimin doesn’t have the capacity to react, slipping further and further away as Jeongguk calls him a dumb bitch and fucks him harder. Jimin’s gut twists, arousal burning hotly through him but his useless cock just drips between his legs, incapable of getting hard.

He’s crying again, Jeongugk’s thrusting getting faster and faster until he’s pouring more lube down Jimin’s crack, arm fucking into Jimin deeper with every thrust in. It’s almost painful, but Jimin’s too far gone to separate the pain from the pleasure, every sound that comes out of him now drawn out and pathetic.

What’s worse is that when Jeongguk does pull his hand out, Jimin finds himself frantic, begging immediately. “No no no hyung! Hyung, need it ― Need y-you hyung, please, please .”

Jeongguk only spanks his ass, the sting burning into Jimin’s skin as he continues to beg, sobbing. “Shut the fuck up. You’ll take what’s given to you, you stupid bitch.”

A fresh wave of lube is poured into Jimin’s hole, his ass clenching around the nothingness left behind by Jeongguk’s hand. Cold lube mixes in with Yoongi’s cum and then Jimin feels it, the tips of the dildos Jeongguk’s about to push into him. They go in slow, shutting Jimin up right away as he’s stretched around them. He can’t even tell how many there are, just that his ass is so fucking full, voice barely escaping him.

Jeongguk’s touch disappears, the machine rumbling to life and then they’re moving, fucking into Jimin’s slutty hole without pause. Knowing Jeongguk, he’ll be here for a while, edged to oblivion and then some.

The pace is still slow, just enough to rock Jimin’s body forward, make him feel every inch of the dildos pushed into him. He thinks it’s two, one on top of the other as the machine thrusts into him steadily.

Jeongguk’s moved away, comes to stand in front of Jimin, petting Jimin’s cheek. “Always take it so well, don’t you, kitten? Made to be fucked.”

Jimin only groans, incapable of words, his ass stretched so wide he thinks he’s going to break.

“Look at you,” Jeongguk continues, “stupid little slut can’t even talk. You like cock that much, Jimin-ah? Hyung should leave you here all night then, break you in.”

He pants, sighing with relief when the rope holding his head up is untied, head dropping. Jeongguk leaves him there, and Jimin thinks he can hear him talking but he can’t really make anything out anymore.

The dildos fuck him harder, every thrust in pushing Jimin forward. He listens to Jeongguk and Yoongi moving around him, thinks they drag Dohyun’s body off somewhere. It’s hard focusing on anything except the dildos in his ass, cock so painfully half-hard that Jimin thinks he might just die from blue balls.

It hurts.

Hurts every time the machine ramps up, fucking him even harder until he’s being pounded into, body jerking and twitching forward, always so close to coming but never allowed to go over the edge. He feels numb, prostate abused and aching along with his poor little cock, never allowed to come. Jimin thinks he’s crying.

Every time the burning ache of his orgasm comes to a precipice, he never spills over. He doesn’t have the shock and adrenaline from earlier to override his body. Instead, he just pants, drools from his cock and mouth, lube and cum trailing down his thighs. Everything pools on the floor in three wet puddles.

Jimin’s too far gone to even feel humiliated.

The machine never stills, and Jimin’s not sure how long he’s left there, fucked harder and harder and harder . He thinks he’s shaking, so overwhelmed and strung out as his body begs him to let it come. Pathetic little whines escape him with every thrust, “Ah ― ah ― ah!”

His toes curl, hands falling limp where they’re bound against his arms. It feels like he’s not all there, blinks slowly as the fucking machine seems to slow down. He thinks he can see Yoongi’s legs somewhere behind him but before he can conclude it is him, his head’s yanked back up. 

There’s a cock waiting for him at eye level and Jimin opens his mouth on instinct, hears Jeongguk’s laugh as he slaps his cockhead against Jimin’s ready tongue.

“You want it, pretty little slut?”

Jimin wants to come but he nods, warmth filling his belly at being called pretty. He whines when Jeongguk pushes his cock forward, sucks around his girth obediently despite how exhausted he feels. After all, Jimin is a good cockslut.

“What an eager little kitten” Jeongguk coos, feeding his cock to Jimin inch by inch. He’s bigger than Yoongi, hits the back of Jimin’s throat a lot quicker. Behind him the machine seems to slow down, Jimin’s cock so achingly half-hard that it still doesn’t give him much respite.

Yoongi’s back on his perch, another cigarette in his hands as he watches Jimin suck Jeongguk’s cock. Jeongguk goes slow, is almost kind as he pushes and pulls his cock from Jimin’s mouth, hand carding through Jimin’s hair as he’s fucked from both ends.

“You like that, Diminie?” Jeongguk asks, hips beginning to rock forward to fuck Jimin’s mouth. He lets himself go lax, mouth dropping open entirely as he lets Jeongguk fuck him. “Just a dumb little cocksleeve for your hyung.”

Jimin moans around Jeongguk’s length, spit dripping down his chin as Jeongguk fucks Jimin harder, the fucking machine picking up behind him again. With both his holes so full, Jimin can’t even think straight, mind floating as he’s fucked. That’s all he’s good for. Just a set of holes for his owners.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses, hips snapping forward particularly hard. Jimin gags around his length but Jeongguk’s grip only tightens in his hair, fucking him in earnest. Jimin’s eyes fill with tears, breathing becoming more and more difficult as Jeongguk fucks his mouth hard, both his hands buried in Jimin’s hair to hold him in place. His earrings jangle as they sway back and forth, his jaw aching.

He’s drilled from both ends, the fucking machine jackhammering into him as Jeongguk’s cock pistons into his waiting mouth. Every time Jeongguk pulls his length out of Jimin’s mouth, he’s given a few seconds of respite before his cock’s shoved right back down his throat, covered in Jimin’s spit. 

He feels stupid with it, like he’s been broken in just the way Jeongguk wanted him to be.

“Guess we can’t call you useless,” Jeongguk grunts, sounds hoarser, and Jimin knows he’s close, can tell by the way he closes his eyes, head falling back. “After all, you’re so good at being hyung’s cum bucket, right?”

Jimin only whines, vibrations tremoring against Jeongguk’s cock, and Jimin can’t breathe, gagging around Jeongguk’s length as he buries himself all the way to the hilt. Jimin’s throat constricts around him, choking, as Jeongguk forces him to take it. He grabs Jimin by the nose, closing off his source of air completely. 

Jimin splutters, panic running through him as he heaves, Jeongguk’s other hand moving to the back of his head. He pushes in deeper, Jimin’s face plastered to his pelvis. “That’s right, bitch. Fucking take it!”

“Jeongguk.” It’s Yoongi’s voice, Jimin thinks, and then the cock’s gone, Jeongguk pulling away entirely. Jimin’s coughing and sobbing at once, face flaming as he sucks in one lungful of air after the other. The fucking machine is still going.

“Don’t break your toys,” Yoongi says, doesn’t sound all that concerned as he admonishes Jeongguk.

“Come on, hyung,” Jeongguk says, sounds almost whiney. His hand winds into Jimin’s hair, yanking him up as he gasps, still desperate for breath. “I know how to play with Jiminie.”

Jimin looks up at Jeongguk with pleading eyes, watching as he jerks himself off, cock wet enough with Jimin’s spit and his own precum. He just wants to come , hears himself crying as Jeongguk smirks down at him.

“Please hyung,” Jimin sobs, begging with abandon, words barely coming out coherently. There’s no room for shame in Jimin’s mind, so overcome. “ Please .”

“Please what?” Jeongguk asks, humming, hand working over his length. Jimin scrambles to figure out what it is he’s begging for.

“H-hurts,” Jimin breathes, forcing himself to think. “Diminie hurts.”

“So?” Jeongguk asks, sounds like he’s going to start laughing at Jimin, amused by how pathetic he is. 

“ Please ,” Jimin pleads, tears burning at his eyes. “Can’t ― hurts, hyung. ’S too much, can’t ― ”

“You sure are selfish, Diminie,” Jeongguk says, voice hardening. “Were you thinking about how you were hurting hyung when you were falling all over that man? Letting him touch you. All you want is some attention and a cock. You’re nothing but a nasty little slut. So why should hyung care?”

“Diminie’s ― Dimine’s a ― hic ― s-stupid slut.” Jimin slurs the words together, hiccuping as he cries, wishes he could reach out and touch Jeongguk, show him just how sorry he is. “He’s ― He’s so s-sorry, hyung. Hyung , please.”

“Aw,” Jeongguk belittles, hand working so quickly over his cock that flecks of Jimin’s spit land back in his face. “Diminie’s sorry. Guess that’s all dumb sluts are good for, huh? Being sorry and getting fucked.”

“ Hyung ,” Jimin sobs, jerks only a little when the first splatter of cum hits him in the face. After that, it’s one wave after the other, Jeongguk painting Jimin’s face entirely with cum as it drips down from his eyelashes all the way to his chin.

Jimin swallows what lands in his mouth immediately, licks his lips to swallow the rest too, mouth hanging open to show Jeongguk what a good boy he is, how he’s so thankful for his cum. 

“Look so pretty when you cry, kitten,” Jeongguk pants, hand working over his length at an almost glacial pace now. “Even prettier when you’re covered in my cum.”

“T-thank you, hyung,” Jimin says, remembers his manners.

“Were you that hungry, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks, squatting down in front of Jimin. He swirls his fingers in Jeongguk’s cum, smearing it over Jimin’s cheek before pushing his dirty fingers into Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin hums, licks them clean obediently.

“Wanted some cum so badly you were ready to spread your legs for someone else?” Yoongi continues, fingers pulling out of Jimin’s mouth.

He shakes his head vehemently, whines low in his throat as the fucking machine speeds up again, drilling into him. His voice catches in his throat as he stutters out, “O-only want Daddy a-and hyung. Diminie’s ― Diminie’s so sorry, Daddy. He was, he was so bad. He’s sorry, p-please.”

Yoongi hums, wipes some of the cum that’s gotten on Jimin’s eyes away and feeds that to him, too, as Jeongguk tucks himself back into his pants. “And what did Diminie learn from all this?”

“He’s,” Jimin babbles, “he’s not supposed to talk to other men.”

“And who does Diminie belong to?”

“Daddy and Jeonggukie hyung,” Jimin answers, breath catching as Yoongi gives him his first smile of the night.

“That’s my good boy,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning forward to give Jimin a kiss, the taste of Jeongguk’s cum still on Jimin’s tongue. He licks into Jimin’s mouth, teasing and it’s barely a kiss, Yoongi pulling away just as quickly as he stands up. Jimin’s left whimpering for more.

“You want him down?” Jeongguk asks, arm wrapping around Yoongi’s waist to pull him in close. Yoongi grabs him by the chin, kisses him a lot more thoroughly than he had Jimin. It makes Jimin feel even needier, has him whining for their attention.

“Get him in our room,” Yoongi instructs, licking into Jeongguk’s mouth obscenely before he pulls away. He spares Jimin one last glance as he walks off, leaving Jimin with Jeongguk.

“Jealous?” Jeongguk teases, brow quirked up at Jimin’s watery expression. He only laughs, bending down to lick a fat stripe up Jimin’s cheek, licking the cum clean before pushing his tongue into Jimin’s ready mouth and kissing him messily. They swap cum and spit, one of Jeongguk’s hands gripping Jimin by the throat as he sucks on Jimin’s tongue.

The kiss leaves Jimin panting, a different kind of dazed as he realises the machine’s completely stilled behind him. He thinks Yoongi had the remote the entire time but he’s too disoriented, blinking as Jeongguk pulls away from him, nipping at Jimin’s already swollen lips.

“Such a good kitten,” he murmurs, thumb wiping cum off of Jimin’s face. He sucks it into his own mouth and Jimin feels heat simmer on his face, already wishing it was him who was sucking Jeongguk’s thumb clean. “Took your punishment so well.”

“Hyung’s,” Jimin rasps out, “hyung’s not mad?”

“You know the rules,” Jeongguk reminds, standing up as he holds Jimin’s head up with a hand under his chin. “Once the punishment’s over, there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

He doesn’t wait for a response from Jimin, striding back around him. It takes a while for Jeongguk to get Jimin cleaned up. He pulls the dildos out of Jimin first, his ass left clenching around nothing as Jimin whines at the loss, cock finally having gone soft in its cage. Jeongguk doesn’t leave him like that, a plug filling his ass to make him feel better.

Jeongguk then undoes some of the knots holding Jimin bound together, massaging his tired skin and muscles as he goes before he’s lowering Jimin down to get the rest of him out of the ropes.

By the time he has Jimin completely unbound, the exhaustion from everything Jimin’s been put through catches up to him, his eyes slipping shut. Jimin tells himself he’s only resting for a little bit but when he does blink his eyes open, he’s lying on their soft bed, feeling much cleaner than he had when he’d passed out.

Jeongguk’s shirtless above him, every inch of his well sculpted torso covered in tattoos. One of Jimin’s legs’ is pushed upwards as he wipes between his legs with a wet cloth. It’s as the cloth is dragged from his hole up to his balls that he realises he’s no longer in the cock cage, heartbeat thrumming against his chest.

His collar’s also been replaced with the pretty lacey one Jeongguk likes seeing him in, pearls dangling from the white lace as it wrapped all the way around his neck.

“Hyung.” Jimin’s voice comes out hoarse, tongue swiping over his lips.

“Mmm?” Jeongguk hums, wiping the last of the lube still smeared between Jimin’s thighs away.

“Wanna kiss,” Jimin says quietly, too tired to lift up his arms but the need burns desperately in his chest, feels heavier and heavier as it aches. “Please.”

Jeongguk stills, eyes widening as he drops the cloth. “Anything for my kitten,” he reassures, leaning right down to capture Jimin’s mouth in a soft kiss. He settles right between Jimin’s spread legs, kissing Jimin at his leisure, tongue swiping over Jimin’s plush lips before slipping into his mouth to taste him.

Jimin moans into it, warmth curling in his gut as he kisses back, tongue sliding against Jeongguk’s as he tilts his head just right, Jeongguk’s nose brushing against his. Some of the anxiety swirling in him melts away, Jimin’s arms wrapping around Jeongguk’s neck and pulling him in even closer.

“Needy baby,” Jeongguk murmurs between kisses, licking along Jimin’s cupid’s bow. Tears well in the corners of his eyes, Jimin letting out soft little sighs as Jeongguk pushes his tongue back inside.

“I asked you to clean him up.” Yoongi’s voice comes from beside Jimin, the bed sinking down as he sits down. Jeongguk’s pulled off of Jimin by Yoongi’s hand twisted in Jeongguk’s hair, an unimpressed look on his face. “Not suck face.”

“Kitten wanted kisses,” Jeongguk answers, eyes half-lidded as they settle on Yoongi. Every person who’s ever laid eyes on Yoongi has always had a hint of fear lingering there, somewhere in their gaze. Except Jeongguk.

“You and your kitten,” Yoongi says, looking down at Jimin, “are fucking spoiled brats.”

“Daddy,” Jimin says, voice nearly cracking as an overwhelming guilt crashes into him. “Diminie bad?”

Yoongi’s hold on Jeongguk disappears, hand coming to cup Jimin’s cheek as he hushes him. “No baby, you’re Daddy’s good boy. Ssh,” he reassures, leaning down and kissing Jimin. Unlike earlier, he doesn’t pull away and Jimin gasps, feels Jeongguk’s mouth latch onto one of his nipples as Yoongi kisses him.

Jimin melts into their touch, eager to have their attention, a hand tangling into Jeongguk’s hair as the other wraps around Yoongi’s wrist. Yoongi’s kisses are even sweeter than Jeongguk’s, meant solely to comfort. He kisses Jimin’s cheeks and his eyelids, fingers stroking over Jimin’s cheek as he returns to his mouth.

This time, Yoongi’s more intentional, kissing Jimin filthily. He licks into Jimin’s mouth, drawing a whine out of him just as Jeongguk’s teeth graze over Jimin’s nipple. His cock twitches between his legs, ass squeezing around the plug still buried inside of him.

“Daddy,” Jimin breathes, practically mewls when Yoongi nibbles on his bottom lip, Jeongguk biting into his nipples as his tongue laps at the hardened nub. “Daddy want you.”

“I’m right here baby,” Yoongi says, kisses along his jaw, nose dragging just under his ear before he sucks in Jimin’s lobe. Jimin shivers, whines loudly as he arches into Jeongguk’s touch, mouth sucking against his skin as his tongue works over the mark he’s leaving behind on his skin. “Is baby still not satisfied?”

Yoongi’s voice sends shivers down his spine, Jeongguk’s mouth now making it’s way down his belly, teeth nipping and mouth sucking as he goes. Jimin nods his head, feels flustered under all the attention.

“Kitten’s cocklet’s all hard,” Jeongguk says, teasing as he gives Jimin’s cock a slap. Jimin jerks bodily upwards, gasping as Yoongi chuckles, his smile taking on a dangerous edge.

“Guess you really are just a greedy little slut, huh, baby boy?” Yoongi asks, pulling away from Jimin. He stands, stripping himself out of his shirt as Jeongguk’s mouth travels even lower until he’s nipping at Jimin’s hip bones, pushing and spreading Jimin’s legs farther apart. He’s on display for him, Jeongguk ghosting his hot breath over Jimin’s cock purposefully to watch it twitch weakly.

“Baby still needs to be fucked even after all that,” Yoongi drawls, sounds almost affectionate.

“Wanna come,” Jimin pleads, shuddering when Jeongguk bites right into the inside of his thigh where Yoongi’s branded him. The mark had been burned into him, hot poker searing Yoongi’s seal into his flesh forever. 

Jimin also has the family tattoo, although his prowling tiger is much smaller than what both Yoongi and Jeongguk wore. It sat on the inside of his right forearm, Yoongi’s initials etched just under it.

Yoongi throws his dress shirt onto the bed, slim figure on display as Jimin’s mouth waters. His torso isn’t covered with ink the way Jeongguk’s is, but Jimin knows he has a massive tiger on his back just like Jeongguk. The Min Family brand.

“How should we fuck him Jeonggukie?” Yoongi asks, his Rolex glinting in the bedroom’s bright lights. “Get him on all fours and take turns? Or should I make him bounce on your cock since he wants to come so bad.”

Jimin shivers under Yoongi’s gaze, lazy smirk fixed on Jimin as he addresses Jeongguk.

“Wanna fuck him together,” Jeongguk answers, licking over the marks he’s left all over Jimin’s hips and between his thighs. He’s been particularly patient today; usually it was Yoongi who liked dragging everything out and making Jimin cry. Jeongguk fucked fast and dirty, liked making Jimin come over and over and over again.

“Kitten’s pretty little pussy is always hungry for cock, isn’t it?” Jeongguk asks, sucking yet another mark into Jimin’s sensitive thighs. He hisses, cock hard and aching between his legs, dribbling precum.

“Please hyung,” Jimin breathes out, “wanna come. H-hurts Daddy.”

“You can come baby,” Yoongi smiles but Jimin can already tell there’s something much more sinister up his sleeve. His eyes sharpen, cat-like as his smile grows nastier. “We’ll make sure you come to your heart’s content.”

And just like that, Jeongguk’s scooping Jimin up and tossing him further up the bed, crawling up after him. His mouth envelops Jimin’s cock, suckling on the tip before taking his entire length down in one go. Jimin’s legs clamp up around him, moaning as he arches off the bed, overcome by the sudden heat around his neglected cock.

Jeongguk swallows around the tip, hand coming up to teasingly push the plug inside of Jimin upwards. His head bobs up and down along Jimin’s length, wet heat engulfing Jimin’s cock deliciously as he starts fucking the plug into him.

Jimin whines, lashes wet as he sucks in a lungful of air, one hand in Jeongguk’s hair as the other grips at the bed sheets. It barely takes Jimin a minute before he feels his balls tightening up, so wound up from the night but then Jeongguk’s pulling away, spit still connecting his mouth to Jimin’s cock.

“No no, please, hyung,” Jimin cries, hips bucking upwards to chase after Jeongguk’s mouth.

Jeongguk only laughs, squeezing around the base of Jimin’s cock as he swirls his tongue around Jimin’s cockhead, kissing the tip lovingly. “You’re so cute when you’re all desperate, kitten.”

“Daddy said,” Jimin begs, tugging on Jeongguk’s hair, “Daddy said I c-could come.”

“Don’t you wanna come on Daddy’s cock?” Jeongguk counters, smirking as he tugs the plug out of Jimin’s ass. The sudden emptiness has Jimin squeezing his legs together but a slap on the inside of his thigh has him stilling, Yoongi giving him a glare.

“Legs stay spread,” Yoongi reminds, eyes settling on Jimin’s hard cock and gaping hole. He squirms, heat burning through him as he’s left on display for Yoongi. Jeongguk’s stripped himself of his pants and underwear, cock half-hard as he strokes it, eyes fixed on Jimin, too. 

“Look at you,” Yoongi says, voice condescending once more. “Look at your nasty cunt, still sopping wet.” He grips Jimin’s cock in a hand, tugging on it so slow it drives Jimin mad, chest heaving. “You think your little cocklet belongs to you, Jiminie?”

“No, Daddy,” he answers, voice quivering.

“Think your sloppy cunt belongs to you, hmm? Think you can do whatever you want?” Yoongi continues, slapping Jimin’s ass and then his balls as he waits for an answer.

“No Daddy!”

“Who owns you, baby?”

“Daddy. Dimine’s c-cunt belongs to Daddy.”

“That’s right baby,” Yoongi says, leaning in closer to Jimin, eyes dark and hungry. Jimin whines under him, feels pliant just from the way his voice has taken on a hard edge, lips pursed into a thin line. “Daddy owns all of you and if you want to come, you’ll fucking behave.”

“Yes Daddy,” Jimin breathes, throat clogging up.

“Up,” Yoongi instructs, slapping the outside of his thigh and Jimin, despite his exhaustion, scrambles up, arms and legs shaking as he sees that Jeongguk’s moved. He’s sitting up against the bed’s headboard, cock hard and glistening with lube. 

Jimin somehow manages to crawl over to him, settling into his lap even as he feels like his legs might just give out from underneath him.

“You gonna show your Daddy how bad you want it?” Jeongguk teases, brow quirked up and Jimin nods, eager to show Yoongi what a good boy he is. He lets his ass push back against Jeongguk’s cock and rolls his hips up and down the length, rubbing Jeongguk’s girth against his hole. 

He grips Jeongguk by the shoulders, lip caught between his teeth as he relaxes, lets Jeongguk’s cock fuck him between his fleshy cheeks. It feels good every time his cock drags over Jimin’s greedy hole, his ass clenching around nothing, eager to be filled. Jeongguk grows impatient, slaps Jimin’s ass just to watch him yelp and stumble forward.

“Is this the best you can do? You really this much of a dumb slut, kitten?” Jeongguk sneers, hands coming to grip Jimin by the hips. He lifts Jimin up easily, lines him up so Jimin’s hole is hovering right above Jeongguk’s cock and drops him. 

Jimin sinks down onto it easily, rim barely providing any resistance as he bottoms out, back arching as the fullness of it renders him speechless again. Jimin swallows, cries out when his head’s yanked back, Yoongi’s mouth at his ear.

“Thought you said you wanted to come,” Yoongi snaps, his other hand squeezing around Jimin’s throat. “Sure are a desperate little slut for something so useless.”

“D-daddy,” Jimin whines, nails digging into Jeongguk’s shoulders. He gasps when Jeongguk’s hips fuck up into him, grinding into Jimin’s tight heat. “ Please .”

“Come on hyung,” Jeongguk adds, finger trailing up Jimin’s length teasingly. “Give the kitten what he wants. Let’s see if he can handle it.”

And Jimin wants to insist that of course he can. He’s taken them both together before but he’d rather not piss Yoongi or Jeongguk off again, already begging. “Please hyung, Diminie ― Dimine’s a good boy. He can ― he can take it.”

“’Course he can,” Yoongi says, lip curling. “After all, he’s just Daddy’s cocksleeve, right? Good for nothing else.”

“Please hyung,” Jimin pleads, hoping that Jeongguk will convince Yoongi for him.

“Oh, kitten’s trying to be smart,” Jeongguk grins, reaching up and twisting one of Jimin’s nipples sharply. “Diminie should just behave like the stupid little slut he is. Wouldn’t want him to hurt himself thinking.”

“Please,” Jimin cries, at wit’s end. Arousal burns through him so hotly, he thinks even the slightest touch against his cock would have him coming. But the touch will never come, not until Yoongi’s buried him, too. “Please please please. Want it, want ― want Daddy’s cock. Need it. Need it so bad, Daddy. Diminie’s ― Diminie’s a stupid slut, always needs Daddy’s cock.”

“Listen to the poor thing,” Jeongguk says with fake concern, still pinching Jimin’s nipple. He tugs on it, laughs as Jimin whines and follows after him to find relief. “His greedy little hole just needs your cock, hyung.”

Yoongi clucks his tongue, squeezing around Jimin’s throat before pulling away. “Spoiled brat.”

Jimin collapses against Jeongguk, face burying into his neck as he tries to breathe, burning with arousal. It feels like every nerve ending in his body is on fire, cock ready to burst.

He’s shuffled around, Jimin barely registering how he’s maneuvered until Jeongguk’s lying right under him and one of Yoongi’s hands is gripping his waist. Jimin forces himself to relax, anticipation burning through him hotly as his belly twists.

“I suppose,” Yoongi says, cock pushing against Jimin’s hole, “once a whore, always a whore, huh, Jiminie?”

“Yes Daddy,” Jimin replies quickly, so eager, so close to getting what he needs. He’s so shameless he even wiggles his hips, impatient for what he wants. “Diminie’s a ― a whore. Loves Daddy’s and hyung’s fat cocks.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses from under him, scowling at Yoongi. His hands reach back, spreading Jimin’s ass wider. “Come on, hyung. Hurry up.”

“Don’t get fucking mouthy with me brat,” Yoongi snaps but he’s pushing into Jimin, the breath knocked right out of him. Jimin groans so loudly, he thinks the sounds must vibrate right through Jeongguk and the fullness of it has Jimin’s mind going completely blank, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

The hand around his throat returns, Yoongi gripping him tightly as he bottoms out inside of him and Jimin doesn’t think he could hold himself up if he tried.

“ Shit ,” Jeongguk hisses, hips jerking in. Jimin only whines, sounds pathetic as Yoongi rolls his hips forward.

“Always take us so good, baby,” Yoongi murmurs, thrusting into Jimin steadily. Jeongguk’s hissing under them, hands coming to grip Jimin’s hips so hard, they’ll only add to the marks he’s got covering his whole body.

“Such a good little fucktoy,” Jeongguk grunts, thrusts up into Jimin hard just to watch him bounce on his cock. Jimin lets out a strangled cry, nails digging into Jeongguk’s shoulders as he grips onto him. “Love your tight little cunt kitten.”

Yoongi and Jeongguk fuck him in tandem, one thrusting in as the other pulls out, only to slam back into him. He’s never empty, always stretched by the girth of two cocks, his own caught between his belly and Jeongguk’s.

The added friction along with how stupidly full he feels has Jimin feeling his orgasm almost immediately, his cock rubbing against Jeongguk’s hard abs. “Gonna ― unh ― gonna come, h-hyung.”

“You deserve it, kitten,” Jeongguk coos, slapping Jimin’s ass just as Yoongi’s hand closes around his throat tighter. The added sensation has Jimin’s balls tightening, everything inside of him seemingly torn out of him as he comes, one wave after the other. His cum lands all over Jeongguk’s bare torso, strings of white painting over his tattoos as Jimin moans.

But it’s clear as Jeongguk and Yoongi continue to fuck him that it’s not enough. Jimin’s still left feeling unsatisfied, his desperation turning into hysteria as he sobs. The two cocks inside him are suddenly too much, Jimin too exhausted to do anything but take it.

They’ve picked up the pace, pistoning into Jimin so hard and fast, he’s rocked forward with every thrust. Jimin finds himself pushed down, Yoongi’s chest flush against Jimin’s back as his chest is pushed into Jeongguk’s, his own cum slippery and wet between them. 

Jimin’s gone cock dumb, eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as he’s fucked brutally.

“Ah ― ah ― ah!” Jimin’s moans stutter and stagger between them, incapable of anything coherent as he’s fucked like nothing more than a rag doll, a hole to be used by his owners.

He can feel himself forced back to hardness, cock straining as his prostate is abused by the two cocks ramming into him. Jeongguk’s squeezing his ass, hands kneading into the fat as he grips him. Yoongi’s got his ear between his teeth, biting down hard enough to hurt, and Jimin can only drool and cry and take it.

He feels like he’s floating again, feels pleasure sing through his body as Yoongi’s cock fucks into him, followed by Jeongguk. They’re good at it, too, know how to keep up the pace even as they get closer to their own orgasms.

Jimin can tell they’re tiring, knows Yoongi’s about to come because he’s got his hand gripping Jimin’s throat again, squeezing. Jimin whines, gurgling as he tries to breathe, hand coming to clutch Yoongi’s.

“You like that, baby?” Yoongi grunts, fucking into Jimin hard.

He moans, eyes blurry with tears as Jeongguk spanks him again. “He’s all broken in, hyung. Fuck, if you could see him. Looks like he’s never been fucked so good.” 

“Daddy’s pretty little cumslut,” Yoongi groans, hips grinding into Jimin. His cock pushes right up against Jimin’s prostate and the familiar heat builds, Jimin’s cock already aching again. “Takes me so well.”

“Unh,” Jimin drools, bodily twitching as Jeongguk reaches down between them and fondles his balls. He doesn’t have the energy to move, fucked into like he really is nothing more than a fucktoy.

“Such a good kitten,” Jeongguk murmurs into his ear, squeezing Jimin’s balls. Yoongi’s thrusting into Jimin short and quick now and Jeongguk lets him, the first spurt of his come filling Jimin marked by Yoongi’s loud moan, fingers gripping Jimin’s throat tight enough to cut off his air flow entirely.

Jimin chokes, spluttering before the hold’s gone and Yoongi’s rocking into him slowly, riding out his orgasm. Cum sloshes into him, fucked into his hole by Yoongi’s fat cock.

Jimin collapses against Jeongguk who litters kisses against the side of Jimin’s face, waits until Yoongi’s pulled out before lifting his hips off the bed, leveraging himself onto the balls of his feet. His hands grip Jimin’s ass again and then he’s fucking into Jimin hard and fast, hips jackhammering into Jimin as if he were a fucking machine.

“Hyung!” Jimin exclaims, face pushed into the pillow beside Jeongguk’s head as he’s fucked. Humiliation burns hotly through him as Yoongi’s gaze burns into his back, cum and residual lube squelching on every thrust in. Jeongguk’s thighs slap against his ass, the room echoing the obscene sounds back and Jimin’s so close, hands braced against the headboard to keep himself from being fucked right off of Jeongguk’s cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Jeongguk hisses, Jimin purposefully clenching his ass around Jeongguk’s cock. The burn intensifies, and Jeongguk’s teeth dig into Jimin’s shoulder so hard Jimin’s screaming into the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Jeongguk’s cock slams into his prostate, wrenching his orgasm right out of him. Jimin's whole body tenses, cock spluttering out the last of his cum as he heaves, arms dropping down.

“Oh shit,” Jeongguk groans, hips slowing down until they’re just grinding into Jimin in tight little circles, yet more cum fucked into his already full hole. Jeongguk empties right into him and Jimin can’t move, body so fucked out he’s teetering right on the edge of consciousness.

A hand grips his ass, tugging his cheek up and then Jimin feels Yoongi’s fingers at his rim, rubbing against it. He’s sore all over but his asshole feels puffy and raw, throbbing as his high ebbs out, the waves of his orgasm smaller and smaller.

“Daddy’s good boy,” Yoongi praises, presses a kiss against Jimin’s rim and Jeongguk’s cock, still stuffing him full. “Did such a good job today, baby.”

Jimin barely manages to acknowledge the praise, a sad little sound escaping him. Yoongi’s tapping Jeongguk’s thigh, the sound of the slap getting him to move. Jimin whines as he pulls his cock out, already missing the fullness.

Jeongguk’s barely pulled out of him, Jimin fucked stupid, before he’s got Jimin laid out on his back, cum oozing out of his abused hole. Jimin’s so dazed and out of his mind, he doesn’t even realise Jeongguk’s pushed three fingers right back into him. He whines immediately, feels the cum push past his fingers, trickling down the cleft of his ass.

When his fingers brush against Jimin’s prostate, he jerks away on instinct, hands scrambling to shove Jeongguk away. “Hurts!”

“But you said you wanted to come, baby,” Jeongguk grins, wicked, his fingers rubbing against Jimin’s prostate without mercy. His whole body twitches, curling into itself as he attempts to twist away, too sensitive for another orgasm so quickly after his last two.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jeongguk laughs, grabbing Jimin by the thigh and yanking him right back down onto his fingers. They slam in and Jimin arches off the bed, gasping, eyes blurry.

“Daddy,” Jimin pleads, voice coming out broken as Jeongguk continues to fuck into him. “Please!”

“You come when Daddy says you come baby,” Yoongi answers smoothly, smiling down at Jimin unapologetically. He pushes his fingers inside of Jimin, too, Jimin’s hole stretched around five or six of them, he can’t even tell.

“No!” Jimin begs, chest heaving as he sobs, tears spilling down his cheeks and running into his ears. “Daddy, no! Please stop! Diminie ― Diminie can’t!”

“’Course you can, pet,” Yoongi says, voice still even as he grips Jimin’s hips and pushes down, holding him in place. Jeongguk’s pining the other side down and Jimin can’t move, can’t get away no matter how much he tries to wriggle free.

“P-please,” Jimin cries, writhing against their hold but he doesn't budge, Jeongguk and Yoongi holding him in place easily. “Stop! Can’t ― can’t hyung! No no no no no!”

“You just gotta come, kitten,” Jeongguk tells him even as Jimin cries harder, overstimulated and frantic as the pain morphs into pleasure, burning through him. “Hyung wants you to come.”

“Can’t! Can’t can’t can’t!” Jimin insists but it doesn’t matter what he says, Yoongi and Jeongguk’s fingers are insistent. His sobbing intensifies as the orgasm builds painfully through him, body curling into itself as his cock twitches to life, hardening from the constant pressure.

“Daddy’s only giving you want you want, love,” Yoongi tells him, the wet squelch of his and Jeongguk’s fingers fucking into Jimin ringing in Jimin’s ears.

“No! I don’t ― Don’t wanna come! Daddy, p-please,” Jimin pleads, bed sheets crumpled up around him as Jimin fists them tightly. “H-hurts, Daddy.”

“You can do it kitten,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning down and kissing along Jimin’s jaw. “Come for hyung.”

Jimin whines, feels Yoongi lift his leg up and push it forward, his big hand gripping his thigh and holding it in place. A tongue meets his rim and Jimin squirms, jumping at the sensation but he’s pinned down by Jeongguk’s weight, prostate abused over and over and over again.

“No,” Jimin bawls, too weak to fight back against them. Jeongguk’s snickering above him, kissing under Jimin’s ear, teeth sinking into his neck as he bites him hard. Jimin shakes, Yoongi’s tongue still licking along Jimin’s rim until he’s taking one of Jimin’s balls into his mouth.

The pressure builds, his whole body on fire as he’s thrown off the cliff, orgasm ripping through him with such an intensity that he finds himself convulsing, back arching off the bed, head tossed back in a silent scream.

It’s completely dry, Jimin’s cock already milked empty of everything as it twitches uselessly between his legs, Yoongi and Jeongguk’s fingers still massaging his prostate as Jimin’s orgasm pulses through his body seemingly endlessly.

He blinks, still crying, body overcome and then he just can’t take it anymore, blackness swarming his vision as he passes out.

Jimin wakes up in the bathtub, back pressed against a firm chest.

He blinks awake slowly, groaning and sighs when a mouth kisses up the slope of his neck, lips sucking on his lobe. His earrings are gone and Jimin can feel a plug, smaller this time, back inside of him. He feels clean, sweat and cum washed off of him, hair trickling droplets of water, too.

“Is my kitten awake?” Jeongguk asks, hand rubbing against Jimin’s belly soothingly.

“Jeonggukie,” Jimin mumbles, baring his neck for more kisses. He feels extra needy after tonight, thinks if Jeongguk pulls away for even a second, he’ll have a breakdown.

“I’m right here, kitten,” Jeongguk murmurs into his skin, nose dragging along the expanse between his shoulders and neck. “You did so good today. Hyung’s best baby, always make hyung so proud.”

“Hyung,” Jimin says, knows how much Jeongguk likes it when he calls him that despite the fact that Jimin is older by two years. “Kiss.”

“Come here kitten.” Jeongguk maneuvers Jimin easily, always manhandles and throws Jimin around like he weighs nothing. He gets Jimin twisted right around, their chests flush together as he captures Jimin’s lips in a kiss.

He goes slow, peppers kisses against Jimin’s mouth and his jaw before he starts suckling on his bottom lip, tongue brushing against the seam of Jimin’s mouth. He opens easily, sighs happily as Jeongguk’s tongue pushes in, licking along the roof of his mouth.

Jimin loves kisses.

And he loves them even more after being fucked stupid.

“’M good?” Jimin asks, the neediness inside of him only growing as he gains further awareness.

“You’re so good baby,” Jeongguk assures, smoothing back Jimin’s hair. He realises he’s all clean, feels like he’s been massaged, all his limbs like jelly. “Always the best boy. Kitten always takes it so good, always makes hyung feel so good.”

Jimin flushes, heat rising to his cheeks but he whines, kissing Jeongguk harder. His desperation isn’t lost on Jeongguk who holds him tighter, a hand gripping Jimin by the ass as Jeongguk’s tongue slides against Jimin’s, kisses wet and open-mouthed.

Jimin’s not sure how long he’s been in here but the water is still warm and Jeongguk doesn’t tire of sucking and nibbling on Jimin’s mouth.

“Hyung, love you hyung,” Jimin mumbles, dazed as he tries to breathe between kisses.

“Love you, too, kitten,” Jeongguk says, squeezing Jimin’s waist in his hands. “Love you so much.”

Their kisses turn lazier, Jeongguk happy to suck on Jimin’s tongue and lick into his mouth, drawing back only to litter kisses along Jimin’s jaw and down his neck. It’s not until Jimin feels a hand card through his hair that Jimin pulls back, panting, eyes hazy.

“Can’t ever leave you two alone can I?” Yoongi snorts but he sounds fond, leans down to give Jimin a sweet kiss before giving Jeongguk one. “Come on, Jimin needs to eat something.”

On cue, Jimin’s stomach rumbles and he flushes, nodding. But when he makes to stand, his legs give out under him immediately. Yoongi clucks his tongue, grabbing one of the towels on the counter.

“Come here,” Yoongi says, picking Jimin right out of the bathtub. Jeongguk follows, grabbing another towel. He dries Jimin off gently while Yoongi holds him up, Jimin’s arms wrapping around him, face buried in his neck. Yoongi smells clean, like the bodywash Jimin had told him to start using, which sends a pleased little hum through his body.

“Jiminie’s all tired, hmm?” Yoongi hums, kissing just behind Jimin’s ear. “Such a good boy, taking everything so well.”

“Daddy,” he whines, flustered, tensing a little as Jeongguk dries around his ass and then between his thighs.

“Time to go kitten,” Jeongguk says, scooping him right up into a bridal carry. Jimin gasps in surprise but is happy to be carried back into their room. He tucks his head against Jeongguk’s sturdy chest, sighing with contentment.

Jeongguk gives him a kiss on his forehead before carrying Jimin back into their room.

“You’re getting my fucking carpet wet, Jeon,” Yoongi grumbles, but he’s right behind them, slapping Jeongguk’s ass when he passes them.

“Not like you’re gonna clean it, old man,” Jeongguk retorts right back, jerking a little at the slap. Jimin tries to muffle his giggles into his hand but gets a harmless glare from Jeongguk nonetheless.

“Watch your mouth,” Yoongi warns, and Jimin notes that the sheets have been changed, a bowl of kimchi jjigae waiting for him.

“Think he needs sleep, too,” Jeongguk whispers to Jimin conspiratorially before laying him down onto their bed. Yoongi’s changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt but as Jeongguk pulls away, he’s still completely naked.

Jimin allows himself to take him all in, every inch of his skin covered in tattoos, muscles flexing as he walks back to their bathroom after giving Jimin a kiss.

“You still hungry, baby?” Yoongi smirks, eyebrow cocked as he settles into bed next to Jimin. He’s got the bowl in one hand, eyes also lingering on Jeongguk.

Jimin flushes, swatting at Yoongi before curling into him. “Are you gonna feed me?”

“Mmm, anything for my baby,” Yoongi murmurs, grabbing the chopsticks he’s left on the night table. He stirs the stew, taking out a piece of beef and blowing on it before feeding it to Jimin. He hadn’t realised exactly how hungry he was but then he should have known. Scenes like that always took everything out of him.

Jimin finishes nearly the whole bowl, pushing Yoongi’s hands away once he’s too full to take another bite. “I’m full, hyung.”

“Feeling better?” Yoongi asks, setting the bowl aside. He’s barely put it down before Jeongguk’s shadow is looming over them. He grabs the bowl, draining the contents of it and licking his lips clean as he finishes.

“Want dessert,” Jimin pouts, finger tapping his mouth expectantly. For a mafia kingpin, Yoongi is entirely too soft when it comes to Jimin and laughs as he leans down to kiss him.

Jimin sighs into his touch, tongue scalding from the spice of the stew. Yoongi doesn’t seem to care, kissing Jimin thoroughly as he pulls him in closer to himself. Jeongguk settles behind Jimin, shirtless from the feel of it as he wraps an arm around Jimin’s torso.

Yoongi kisses Jimin slow, takes his time exploring Jimin’s mouth and it lulls Jimin into sleepiness, whining when Yoongi suckles on his lip just a little too hard.

“Mmm, what a pretty baby,” Yoongi murmurs, “so good for me.”

“I did good?” Jimin asks, always needing the reassurance.

“You always do good baby,” Yoongi answers, kissing his forehead. 

“You’re...you’re not mad, right?” Jimin’s voice sounds smaller, more drawn in.

“You took your punishment,” Yoongi says, arm digging in under Jimin’s head. Jimin wiggles in closer, burying his head into Yoongi’s chest. “Why would I be mad?”

“And,” Jimin pauses, swallowing, “Dohyun?”

“You don’t gotta worry about him,” Jeongguk says from behind him, kissing the nape of Jimin’s neck. “We’ll take care of it.”

“I’m...I’m sorry I was so bad,” Jimin mumbles, heat flooding his face. His heartbeat picks up, Dohyun’s dead face flashing before his eyes.

“He should have known you were off limits,” Yoongi says coldly, uncaring. Despite five years, Jimin still finds it a little harsh.

“Exactly,” Jeongguk agrees, hand rubbing circles into Jimin’s belly. “You have nothing to apologise for.”

“Okay,” Jimin says quietly, eyes slipping shut. “I’m tired, hyung.”

“Go to sleep, pet.” Yoongi presses a kiss to his head as he says it, hand carding through Jimin’s hair rhythmically. Jeongguk’s tangled his legs into Jimin’s as he litters kisses along his back, soothing him to sleep.

“Love you, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin mumbles, exhaustion finally getting the better of him “Love you Jeonggukie.”

“Love you, too,” they both say in unison, enveloping Jimin like the warmest of blankets.