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The loud music keeps on ringing in Jungkook’s ears. The place is pretty much crowded, slightly more than he expected it would be, which in this case comes as a blessing. It's a bit harder to be spotted so easily amongst a mass of other sweaty bodies.
Jungkook’s body is sweating itself. As the minutes pass by, the mere action of breathing is getting more challenging. His clothes are sticking tightly to his body and he thanks the miracles of both Heaven and Hell for deciding to wear a loose cropped shirt tonight.
The situation with his jeans isn't as great though, they are becoming too tight around his legs. He hoped that they would've been taken off of his body by now.
Once again he looks around himself to take the sight before him in, sensing only the outlines of other creatures and humans as their bodies grind together to the rhythm of some loud upbeat song.
Jungkook sighs and reaches for the front pocket of his jeans, taking his phone out. He sees the smudged dark eyeshadow around the outer corner of his eyes before he unlocks the screen and notices that it's been a little over an hour since he's gotten here.
The urge to text both Jimin and Taehyung and give them a piece of his mind is tempting him since he's getting impatient by the seconds that pass by. But something in the depths of his stomach tells him that this wait is a part of his boyfriends’ game as well.
Probably Jimin's idea mixed with Taehyung’s agreement. It's not a surprise at all, since this entire charade stems from the blonde's brain too.
Jungkook chuckles to himself. It's thrilling, it's fun first before it's anything else and he for sure can't say no to some good, old roleplaying. But it's the anticipation that's pissing him off. Like his boyfriends crave to do just that.
He leans against the backrest of the tall stool he's seated on, putting the phone back in the pocket of his jeans. He could wait for a few more minutes without causing a ruckus, Jungkook concludes in the end.
Only if he knew before, there wouldn't be any need for a little chaos in his head to begin with. A presence in front of him disrupts his thoughts and the bartender on the other side of the counter puts a neatly prepared drink in front of him. Jungkook needs a few seconds due to the neon lights around him, but he succeeds to register it as a Piña Colada.
The right corner of his lips turns into a smirk.
“The two men over there are sending you a drink.” The bartender says, pointing to his left, to the booth not too far away from where Jungkook is sitting. He nods to the man in agreement before thanking him and turning around in his seat, diverting his full attention to the two humans he's been expecting to see for quite a while now.
Jungkook's eyes lock in the space between them with Jimin’s first, whose facial expression he can't read fully. The only thing that is giving away the lust he's so desperately trying to hide is a sly, twisted smile on the bottom of his face. Taehyung, however, isn't trying to hide anything and he even dares to send him a wink.
They are definitely playing a game, those two.
Since none of them is even hinting at a sign that something will happen soon, Jungkook decides to play with his drink. Humans may be ignorant to a lot of things, but they surely know how to work with alcohol. The tall glass is cold when it comes in touch with his fingertips, but the taste is sweet as it spreads in his mouth and runs down his sore throat.
His boyfriends watch with eagerness and Jungkook doesn't waste the chance to wrap his lips hungrily around the straw once more. A few more minutes and he will surely get bored and walk over to their booth himself.
But it seems like he has won their staring contest just by shooting a deathly glare in their direction. Soon enough they are walking through the space that's separating them. Jungkook can already feel their eating looks all over the skin of his body.
“Took you long enough to come here. I was starting to get bored and thought about going home.” He says when they come close enough to him, finding their own seats in the stools beside him - Jimin on his left with Taehyung on his right side.
For a moment it looks to him like Taehyung has broken his character given by the way the side of his mouth curls upwards in a smirk.
And then he comes closer with his upper body, enough for him to whisper the next words in Jungkook’s ear, enough for Jungkook to feel his cold breath on the nape of his sweaty neck. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, sweetheart. You seem impatient. Couldn't wait for a few more minutes, hm?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes in visible annoyance at that.
Jimin's piercing eyes are on him, they are traveling all over his body and the glare almost burns on Jungkook’s skin. The tail, which was previously perfectly hidden behind his back, twitches in anticipation.
The blonde is wearing a pearly white button up shirt, flawlessly tucked into his black jeans and opened just enough to reveal his collarbones, leaving the rest of his body to imagination. It's just that Jungkook won't have to imagine it later because he already knows what it looks like, because he will have that same body naked in his bed and before him.
Taehyung on the other hand is his complete contrast. His pitch-black shirt might even be darker than the night sky itself. A few strands of his hair are falling over his forehead, the rest is neatly tucked back and behind his ears. His expensive cologne could've been detected so easily from the booth he was sitting in with Jimin before. Jungkook's favorite one on his boyfriend.
An angel and a demon themselves.
One hand slyly comes to wrap around the lower part of Jungkook’s waist and just by the touch he knows that it's Jimin. Firm, but very light at the same time - it just sits there as a reminder. When Taehyung touches him it's with obvious hunger.
“My name is Jimin. And this is Taehyung.” He announces, his voice a bit louder than the music that can be heard echoing in Jungkook’s ears. For a moment he forgot why they are here in the first place. “Care to share yours with us?”
Putting on an uninterested expression, Jungkook just shrugs it off.
“Not really.”
It pulls a chuckle out of Jimin. “Cute and bratty. I like him already.”
Of course he does. One of the many reasons they found solace in each other so quickly and so well.
“Then I guess we could give you a little nickname. What do you say, little demon?” It's Taehyung that adds a comment to that. The nickname lolls from his lips with such ease, so familiar, igniting an eruption of goosebumps on the cold skin of his neck.
Jungkook pretends as if it doesn't affect him, when on the inside his stomach is burning with vigor, his tail restlessly wiggling in the air to tie around Jimin’s arm that's still holding his waist. If he was to look at himself in the mirror right now, the first thing that he would notice would be the scarlet eyes - as red as two rubies. Neither Taehyung nor Jimin comment on them yet.
“Don't really care. You can call me whatever you want.” Shrugging it off once more, Jungkook looks into the colorful hues in front of himself, sipping on the remains of his cocktail and letting the sweet coconut taste take over his buds.
“Little demon it is.” Jimin comments, his hand grips tightly onto the curve of Jungkook’s waist. “Though we will have to work on that attitude of yours.”
“Is my attitude bothering you?” Jungkook retorts, visibly offended by those words and redirecting his full attention to Jimin on his left side.
“Very much. Demons like you need to keep their mouths shut.” The words are whispered against his earlobe, every single vowel that slips from Jimin's lips sends a plethora of shivers down the skin on Jungkook’s back.
His heart rate picks up, most likely due to the rum running in his veins, definitely because of the lust that he feels radiate from his boyfriends. Enough for him to have a taste of it on his tongue, though not enough to feed off of it like this.
He craves that glossy skin on his.
“Is that so? And what do you have in mind?”
“The night is still pretty young for me to tell you that just now.” The blonde chuckles. “But I could later if you’d like to join us for a dance?”
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Some time into the depth of the night Jungkook finds himself lost in the same crowd he was only keeping an eye on not a long time ago. But it's with Jimin and Taehyung's body caging him in and keeping him away from the rest of the world.
It didn't take him too much to comply and agree to Jimin’s request and get on the dance floor with them - one more drink and a few light touches on the naked skin when their hands crawled their way underneath the material of his shirt.
Jungkook started becoming so impatient himself.
As the music keeps on prodding into his ears, Jungkook tries to find the rhythm again. It's pointless anyway, the dance became a game of who is going to put their palms all over the others’ body more. And it seems like Jungkook is a loser. With his hands just gripping tightly onto the material of Taehyung's shirt, seemingly flustered as his knees are threatening to give up on him, would it not be for Jimin to keep him steady from the back.
However, it's not like he's exactly trying to win whatever they are playing right now, they are intentionally making him see the stars before his eyes with every roll of their hips on Jungkook’s abdomen.
When the pink neon hues fall over Taehyung's face just a few centimeters away from Jungkook’s own, he comes closer to his ear, attempting to say something and slurring over the words. He just hopes that Taehyung can hear him over the loud bass ringing and echoing in the space around them.
“T-Thank you for the drink by the way.” He says as his arms cling around the broadness of Taehyung's shoulders.
“A sweet drink for a sweet demon like you.” Taehyung grins, tilting Jungkook’s head to the side to whisper the sentence for him to hear.
Jimin presses the front of his body against Jungkook’s spine, his fingers dig into the curves of his hips as his head is resting just above Jungkook’s right shoulder. Then, carefully, but to Jungkook it's just teasing, he hooks one of his arms around his stomach. One finger traces the skin around his navel, Jungkook wants it to go more south, but it's impossible with the waistband of his jeans circled around his hips.
Taehyung's breath mingles with his due to the close proximity. Jungkook wants to have a taste of his drink.
“Did you know that us creatures of evil can make the flavor even more delicious?” He questions, lips now almost touching and connecting with Taehyung's in a kiss.
“Hm, enlighten me, please.”
“I could…” Jungkook decides that he wants to take up on the role of being a real demon now. “Or you could just taste it on my lips.”
Taehyung raises an eyebrow questioningly, but there's a teasing smirk on his face however, something that tells Jungkook that his boyfriend will in fact listen to his request.
If he didn't, Jungkook would've wrapped his lips around Taehyung's in a kiss himself.
Soon enough, it's a battle of dominance until Jungkook goes pliant in Taehyung's arms and lets him carry the kiss. It's hungry, it's wet and sweaty and Jungkook almost forgets how to breathe properly from being too overwhelmed by the way Taehyung's tongue laps into his mouth.
Taehyung touches the nape of his neck, he pulls him even closer then and pants into the kiss, searching for more. One palm of his hand finds its way into his sweaty locks where it stays, clings onto one of his horns and it all just feels so good.
Jungkook was such a fool for thinking that he could handle all of this and he becomes aware of that fact when one more pair of lips attacks his neck from the side.
Jimin is glued to him like his life depends on it, like every single atom in his body craves to be connected with Jungkook’s like this. When he sucks on the skin just a little more harder, with more vigor and want, and then covers it with a glaze of his tongue, Jungkook whines into Taehyung's mouth, bites strongly onto the plumpness of his bottom lip and breaks the kiss for air.
“It does taste quite different like this.” He hears Taehyung say it, though he doesn't see it when he does so, head falling backwards to rest on Jimin’s shoulder.
Jimin grinds into him from behind, his hips come in contact with Jungkook’s ass and Jungkook feels the outline of his cock almost in between his curviness. His own hips rut back on cue, as if they are chasing the body curled into his backside and it's all too much, but at the same time not enough.
His tail flies through the air, settling around Jimin's torso to draw him as near as possible.
Then he feels the wetness inside of his pants. Jungkook’s eyes open, mortified, as he tries to clench around nothing, tries to prevent it from fully soaking the material of both his underwear and jeans.
As if to add to his misfortune, Taehyung places one of his legs between his thighs, chasing the one area he knows will make him go crazy.
“Your eyes are so pretty like this, baby.” Jimin breathes down his neck. “Wanna tell me why they are red?”
The song changes somewhere in the distance to a familiar melody, everyone around them seems to be way too immersed into each other, the same way that they are, not paying any attention to them anyway.
“N-No…” Jungkook whines loudly at the same moment Taehyung decides to be sly. He holds him so close, that the visible bulges in their pants brush against each other.
“Mmm, why not?” Jimin insists. “I'm just worried about you.”
“Oh, fuck… I-It’s nothing, I promise.”
Taehyung pushes his thigh more upwards, Jungkook rubs his hips into it intuitively, searching for relief, for anything at this point. But it only makes the strained cock in his underwear twitch in anticipation and desire.
“Well, it doesn't look like nothing to me.” It's Taehyung who talks next, finding an unpainted, sensitive area on his neck that he grazes with his teeth before placing a soft kiss there, all followed by a chuckle so close to Jungkook’s ear that it almost makes him feel annoyed. “You can tell us, pretty.”
“ Ah…” Jungkook lets himself moan freely, no one will hear him anyway. The movements on Taehyung's thighs are barely there, it's just to give him a taste of satisfaction, though they don't falter and his breath hitches.
“Hmm, does it have anything to do with what's inside your pants?” Taehyung asks, one warm finger of his right palm travels down the curve of Jungkook’s hip before it catches on the tightness of the band of his jeans. It only slips inside, toying with the material of his underwear that it can reach. “Because we can help you take care of that, little demon. But only if you let us.”
“What do you say to that, baby?” Jimin whispers against the shell of his ear and Jungkook forgets all about why they are here in this club in the first place, with a crowd of faceless people all around them, when they could be at home , in their bed with bodies connected in a way all three of them crave so much right now.
And Jungkook’s tongue almost slips, he almost breaks the facade and tells them just that, to take him home.
“T-Take me with you…” He whispers, staying in the role for a little bit longer and then a plea leaves his mouth at the rush of lust directed towards him. “ Please…”
“Come here, baby. Give me your hand.”
And it's all that's needed for Jimin to turn his body around and grab one of his hands. Jungkook suddenly feels frigid over his body with nothing wrapped around him, but tells himself it's only for a few more moments until they reach the car.
Taehyung’s hand is on his back as he's guiding him through a group of people not minding their surroundings and Jungkook is thankful for having both of his boyfriends on each side to take such good care of him. He remembers the reason why he doesn't attend parties like these anymore, but then ponders over that if he hadn't attended one in the first place, he would've never met the loves of his life.
When they step outside at last, his vision is quite blurry, though he's able to catch sight of their car pretty quickly.
Taehyung's hand never leaves his back until they reach the door and he lets himself be guided into the backseat with Jimin, where the blonde doesn't waste a second to pull him onto his lap.
“Fuck, fuck … I need…” Jungkook gasps for air when his hips come in contact with Jimin's crotch and he rolls them down once, then twice and senses Jimin's palms coming to wrap around the base of his waist to still their movement.
“What do you need?”
“A-Anything, just…” Jungkook moans lewdly in the delirious state, burying his face into the crook of Jimin’s shoulder.
It's only when he looks to the side and through the window that he realizes they are already on the road, faint city and street lights becoming dim as they drive past them.
Jungkook knows the way to their apartment building by heart and even in this state he’s aware that it won't be long before they reach the final destination.
When Taehyung speaks, it comes out as a command, his voice is deep and hoarse - Jungkook knows that he's watching the two of them through the rearview mirror. “Jimin, love, make him nicely open and ready for me.”
The blood in his veins boils as a volcano at those words. The expression on Jimin's face is a cheeky one when he brings his eyes upwards to look into his boyfriend's eyes.
“Will you let me take this off?” Jimin whispers all the while his fingers tease the skin right above the button of his jeans. Jungkook nods frantically and it's enough for the blonde to pull the zipper down and free his abdomen from the cruel tightness. “So obedient on my lap.”
The one palm soon turns into two and they both slide inside, circling the roundness of his ass and challenging Jungkook to begin moving his hips once again.
“ Fuck, the two of you look so good. I almost regret agreeing to this, Jimin. I’d much rather just park the car somewhere here and fuck you like that.”
Jungkook clings to Jimin’s neck, probably even drools against the skin as his canines draw grazes over it pathetically.
“And now you are breaking the character again, Tae.” Jimin retorts in annoyance, the tone of his voice vibrates on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook can feel him squeeze down both of the cheeks of his ass before pushing his hips with more force for him to move.
“ Whatever , I broke it immediately when we stepped into that club.”
“Seriously, you are no fun. You could've pretended at least until we got to the apartment.”
Jungkook continues to rut down with small rolls of his abdomen, with more dedication, but it's only tormenting him even more with the layers of clothes that separate him from the real feeling.
He swallows down the distress and speaks up, determining that it's of no use to keep the play pretend going anyway as they are all seemingly way too desperate for that at the moment.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, can you just shut up and do something already?” Jungkook huffs out a harsh breath, arching his back to sit straight on top of Jimin’s lap and tilting his head to look properly at him. And Taehyung has the nerve to laugh at his miseries. Jungkook wants to turn around and give him a piece of his mind. “It's not funny! I was waiting for you two for an hour there.”
“I'm sorry, but you know how he is. Jimin just loves to tease.” Taehyung declares and Jungkook knows all about it very well. It's both a blessing and a curse, though it appears to be more of a curse in situations like these when he just so achingly craves to come. But he simply can’t until both of his boyfriend's do so first and he satiates the hunger with their longing.
“Watch what you’re saying, baby. You are on my lap right now. And in my hands.” At that both of his palms work to harshly squeeze the plumpness of Jungkook’s butt. He hisses at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath. “So be good.”
One hand slides out from his underwear and it comes to the flushed skin on his right cheek. Jungkook senses the faint touch of two fingers only as they brush past it and then gently tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear.
And then carefully, as if he's awfully toying with Jungkook's dying patience, Jimin comes as close to his face to plant a kiss on the top of his nose before his lips slide down and he leaves him with a single peck.
Without any kind of warning, the other hand that's left inside of Jungkook's clothes kneads in between him - one finger is breaching his wet rim, threatening to slip inside and once it does, Jungkook swears he sees the end of the beautiful universe.
“ Ah-” He sobs, forgetting all about the earlier teasing and his complaints. And once the finger ends up being perfectly seated inside of him, touching and glazing over all the most sensitive parts of his body, Jungkook declares that the waiting was so worth it. “Yes, right there, please…”
His tail wiggles in the air until Jimin catches its base in his free hand and Jungkook wraps it around the length of his limb to claim. Though there's nothing to claim at all, because Jimin is already his. Has been for the longest time.
“Fuck, Tae, I don't even have to use my fingers. He's already so, so wet.”
“ Shit. One more block and we are here.”
The last thing that Jungkook sees before he closes his eyes and lets himself be carried into the land of pleasure are silhouettes of the familiar neighborhood. And he thanks both the late hour and the tinted windows of their car, because otherwise the mischiefs inside of it would've surely been a sight to see for the passerbys.
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Now more than ever is Jungkook quite grateful for the invention of elevators, because climbing up the stairs to the seventh floor would've surely been a hassle - especially with his two boyfriends breathing down his neck with every move.
They've stumbled upon a mountain of shoes and jackets as all three of them entered the apartment at last - two people living together means a bunch of stuff just lying around all over the living area, let alone three.
But it's a normal occurrence at this point, Jungkook thinks, they've all grown pretty used to it and are now familiar with how the dynamics work between them.
He's as much familiar with it as he also is with the softness of the mattress once his back hits the bedding and he lets himself be engulfed by the well-known smell of some freshly washed sheets. He almost feels sad at the high probability of them being changed by the end of the night again, but can't seem to pay enough attention to that given the way Jimin's lips are currently attacking every inch of the skin on his chest.
When they part to wrap around one of his nipples and Jimin pulls it between his teeth with a gentle suck, Jungkook lets out a gasp at the tingling sensation.
His legs are on the both sides of Taehyung's hips with the dark haired man being placed right where he belongs, watching the two of them through his half-lidded eyes. The piercing gaze is burning on Jungkook's skin, though the way Jimin's velvet lips trace it, it's being soothed right away.
“Y-You two are teasing me so much…” It comes out more whiny than Jungkook has intended for it to be, maybe even endearing for the two men in front of him since they both enjoy it when he pleads for them.
Jimin huffs out a laugh, bringing his face upwards to look properly at Jungkook as he flutters the long eyelashes at him. “Hmm, as if you don't enjoy it, love.”
He teases the flushed, reddened skin on his chest for a little while more, biting and sucking on the canvas, which only makes Jungkook more impatient. The effect that Jimin’s own naked skin has on him is almost electrifying - it makes him wonder whether he could truly explode from being way too overwhelmed once their bodies will finally connect with each other at last.
Jungkook closes his eyes and lets himself be carried away with the sensation of Jimin's mouth on him, so soft and wet at the same time - until there's a hand on his right ass cheek, kneading down at the plumpness of it, coming way too close to where the both cheeks part in the middle, now right where he needs it the most.
The hand belongs to no one else but Taehyung, whose slender fingers slide with ease over the puckered up hole. Jungkook's stomach tightness, he chases the feeling as his hips buck into the touch.
“ Fuck , I need you both, Tae.” He whines. “Right now, please…”
Taehyung chuckles evilly at that, he lets out a sigh, but the teasing finger never leaves Jungkook's entrance.
“Ah, should I give it to him?” Taehyung responds with a rhetorical question, directing the following one at Jimin only. “What do you think, Jimin? I'm getting impatient myself.”
As if to make his miseries even more unbearable, the blonde straightens up on Jungkook’s lap, falls right back onto Taehyung’s chest and tilts his head to the side to ask for a kiss. Taehyung’s lips connect with his in a quick peck and their attention is once again redirected to Jungkook.
“You can,” Jimin says with a sly smirk, Jungkook watches how his chest rises and falls down with a huff. And then he adds, “But do it slowly. I intend to play with him just a bit more.”
“You are mean.” Jungkook sobs at Jimin's provoking, his arms fly through the air to catch the blonde’s hips and he grips them at the sides, lightly burying his fingers into the skin with urge. “The both of you… Fuck, so, so mean…”
“And yet you are still here, aren't you now, baby?” Jimin comments, while his hands replace the kisses on his chest from before as he glides them from his pecs, all the way down his torso. And Jungkook wants to roughly kiss away the sass from his boyfriend’s lips - but there's no time for him to think about that for even a second more when he senses Taehyung placed between his thighs, the thick cock pressed onto his hole. Just a few more millimeters for him to bind their bodies together.
“Oh, shit…” And once the length finally slips past his rim, Jungkook whimpers at the feeling of finally being full after so much waiting and longing for that same feeling.
Jimin’s eyes are half closed when he looks at his face, he gulps while observing how nicely Jungkook takes Taehyung’s cock inside of him with precision. Jungkook dares to let his eyes wander down to where Jimin’s cock sits on his stomach patiently, and he sees the exact moment it twitches, probably in anticipation, definitely due to him having second thoughts about whether he really should toy with Jungkook any more than he already has.
“Fuck, feels so good every single time, love.” Taehyung gasps as he settles fully inside of Jungkook at last, with the head of his cock touching and sliding over the most sensitive parts, driving him mad with the drunken feeling of the heavy length prodding inside with every passing second.
The movements of Taehyung's hips start slow, he always likes to test out the waters first, see what would work the best for all three of them before settling on the rhythm that is perfect. And with each grind of his hips Jungkook feels the lust that grows bigger inside of him.
Jimin leans back once again and with careful movements, as if he doesn't want to distract Jungkook too much from the pleasure that he's experiencing, he circles the hand around his back and finds Jungkook’s neglected cock as it sits between his and Taehyung’s body.
He takes it into the palm, his gaze never leaves Jungkook's, and gives it a few light pumps, just to see his reaction - to feel the way Jungkook’s lower body spasms at the euphoric sensation.
“You are taking Tae so well, baby…” Jimin praises. Jungkook looks behind the blonde's shoulder and sees Taehyung watching him with the replica of Jimin's vigorous stare. His lips are so close to Jimin's neck, that Jungkook knows he won't hesitate to bite the skin there. Just to leave a mark, because that's something that’s reserved for Taehyung. “Doing so good.” The words that slip past Jimin's lips are directed to Jungkook, but something tells him that he's praising both of them with the way his eyes close and he lets himself be entirely embraced by Taehyung and his arms.
He tilts his head to the side and Jungkook can't stop admiring the body that arches so beautifully in front of him. The hands, which have never left the sides of Jimin’s hips, slide down to the thighs and they don't waver when the fingers press into the skin as Jungkook leaves a few marks of his own on the unblemished flesh.
And Taehyung continues to fuck him through it all with slow, gentle grinds.
After he busies himself with the muscles on Jimin’s tilted neck, Taehyung attacks his lips which find each other in the air for a heated kiss. He holds him by the area where the collarbones meet one another and Jimin moans in ecstasy into Taehyung's mouth.
Jungkook’s cock, previously nested in the blonde's palm, ends up being placed between the mellowness of Jimin’s cheeks by one of his boyfriends. If it was Taehyung or Jimin himself, Jungkook doesn't know, but he knows that he needs to stuff it into that same softness right now.
“ Ah, I need-” Jungkook wails breathlessly, the words leave him and he's too immersed into the flame of passion to form a coherent sentence at the moment. He can only buck his hips as precum continues to mix with lube sliding down Jimin's thighs, which he used just half an hour before as he opened himself up on his own fingers.
“What was that? What do you need, sweetheart?” Taehyung asks as he tries to catch his breath after the quick make out session with Jimin. “Tell us.”
“Need to fuck Jiminie…” He whines, the cock still buried between the cheeks, being massaged into Jimin’s hole but still not granted permission to enter. “Please, please…”
“Need to stuff your poor cock into Jimin, yeah?”
“So bad, please, Tae…”
“Baby, I think he really needs you. See how cute he looks, begging to fuck you?” Taehyung’s hips still, he rearranges his position but ends up tranquilly seated between Jungkook’s thighs, cock buried deep up to his prostate, however unmoving. One more hand takes a hold of Jungkook’s own cock and wraps around its base - Taehyung is holding it for Jimin who braces himself on Jungkook’s chest with his palms. Jungkook’s own arms are gripping onto the sides of Jimin’s hips and he waits for the blonde to position himself properly. “That's right, you two look so pretty for me now. Think you can fuck yourself on our cute demon’s cock, Jimin?”
“I didn't prepare this ass of mine for nothing now, did I?” Jimin grins and it only takes a few more seconds until Jungkook feels the head of his cock slip inside of him.
Taehyung chuckles.
“Let me see how you can work those hips.”
“With pleasure.” One swift motion and Jungkook’s cock is swallowed entirely by Jimin with a moan falling past his opened lips.
Being filled up from one side and at the same time filling up Jimin on the other is magical, though his boyfriends don't usually grant him the wish of being fucked that way too often. Jungkook is the one to beg, he can do it so easily when it comes to the dark haired man and his blonde counterpart, but it doesn't always mean that he will get what he wants.
So he cherishes the sight of Jimin on top of him, spread out so beautifully with two pairs of hands traveling all over his upper body, Taehyung’s from behind and Jungkook's from the front - painting lines with the patterns of love.
When he moves his hips to fuck himself, it immediately starts with hectic rolls. Jungkook has to tighten the core muscles on his stomach to be able to catch up with his movements. His cock slides in and out of Jimin so perfectly, like it was made for him, like it was ideally carved just to fit inside of him.
Taehyung’s palms on Jimin’s chest slide down from time to time before he lets them float to where they were previously positioned, helping him to guide Jimin's gestures. Jungkook squeezes the cock inside, he wants to tell Taehyung to move again, but something discloses that Taehyung is doing it on purpose, the one Jungkook knows nothing about.
“Does Jimin’s ass feel good wrapped around you, baby?” He questions, probably upon sensing how much Jungkook is struggling with trying not to explode right now. The advantages of being an incubus especially come in hand at moments like these, when his pleasure is dependent on the pleasure of ones he's pleasing. “Hmm, be a good demon and tell him how he feels.”
“ Ah, feels so good… H-He’s squeezing me so much, Tae…”
“Mhm?” He pants, letting Jimin's body fall backwards against his once again. Taehyung holds him close, Jimin’s eyes are closed in ecstasy and Jungkook physically needs to pull his orgasm out of him. “Can you make him come soon, love?”
“Take my cock into your hand, baby. Make me come on your chest.” Jimin commands and Jungkook’s hand follows the outline of his cock immediately. He grips it at the base, slides the palm of his hand up and down a few times, spreading the precum all over the length for a softer glide. “ Oh, shit, that's right.”
With every roll of his hips back on Jungkook’s cock, he tenses before he bucks up his hips again and fucks into Jungkook’s fist with determination. Only one thing on his mind right now.
“Jimin, baby, don't stop. I want to see you come first.”
“ Fuck…” With a fierce craving, Jungkook speeds up the hand on his boyfriend's cock. Jimin looks luscious, his cheeks are reddened, the sweat is pooling down the sides of his face and Jungkook just wants to move the strands of his blonde hair away from his vision and savor the moans from his lips with a kiss. “Fuck, I think I'll-”
“Just like that, love.” Taehyung says, his voice is husky and low with a tint of honey. The second his words leave his mouth, Jimin’s hefty thighs squeeze around Jungkook's hips and the first wave of his orgasm lands right on top of Jungkook’s stomach. The muscles on his abdomen glisten with shiny substance. “Come for us. Such an obedient boy for our Jungkook and me.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck-” Taehyung holds his body close through the waves that come after, caressing all the areas that his big palms can reach. Jungkook’s breath hitches, his chest is rising and falling swiftly as he tries to catch his breath, feeding onto the remains of Jimin’s pleasure. The euphoric feeling fills him up from the deepest parts of his body, spreading around like goosebumps do on the skin.
“No, don't move, baby. Stay right where you are.” Taehyung whispers behind one of Jimin’s ears. “Jungkook, love, wrap your tail around his waist and keep him still on your lap.”
Taehyung's fingers on his right thigh knead the flesh to bring him back to life and somewhere from underneath Jungkook’s tail wiggles out to listen to the command as if on cue.
Until his impatience takes out the best of him and speaks loudly. “T-Tae, I don't think I can hold out any longer…”
“I know, baby, I know.” The words are soothing, as much as the upcoming wave of satisfaction is once the cock inside of him begins to move again. “I'll take care of you now.”
“ A-Ah… ”
“Look at him, Jimin.” Taehyung insists, tilting Jimin’s head to the side, one finger grazing the skin on his inflamed cheek. “Doesn't he look so good like this? Our little demon.”
“H-He’s gorgeous, Tae… The most beautiful person I've ever seen.”
“Kiss him, baby.” A request for Jimin, though it feels as if Taehyung wants it more for himself, since he can't seem to reach Jungkook's lips properly like this. When Jimin’s clash with his own, it's rough at first. Jungkook closes his eyes to savor the tingling sensation that shoots through his body before Jimin pulls away from him with a tug. “ Shit, you both listen so well. I could come just by watching you kiss.”
One more press of their lips together and Jungkook draws the bottom one with his canines, not wanting Jimin to retreat so soon. He tastes Taehyung on him, tastes the love that travels and transcends through the three of them as one.
When the bliss hits him unexpectedly, Jungkook exudes a raspy moan into Jimin’s mouth. His breathing becomes uneven and hasty, he's sure that Jimin can sense the rapidity of his heartbeat through their touching chests.
“Taeh-” He wails, “Tae, please, I can't anymore…”
“Want me to come inside of you, hmm?” It's clear to him as tonight's starry sky that Taehyung is affected too by the way his movements become sloppy and uncoordinated.
“ Yeah , yes, yes, please…”
“Just what I thought. I could do this for an eternity and never get tired of it.” With one more thrust Jungkook feels it - how his abdomen gets filled up with the warmth of Taehyung's orgasm before his entire body ends up overflowing with the immensity of his boyfriend's desire. Taehyung's hips continue to tremble with gentle force as he fucks him through his own release. “ Fuck. ”
Satiated, limbs floating in the sea without a surface for him to touch, Jungkook bucks up his hips into Jimin still seated on his lap.
“Shit, J-Jungkook, baby…” His entire body jerks at the feeling as goosebumps erupt on his skin. Jungkook is so overwhelmed, that his tail around Jimin’s hips falls limp on the sheets and the blonde has to hold himself by Jungkook’s shoulders to keep up with the waves of his pleasure. “Oh, fuck…”
Once he catches his breath, lungs filling up to the brim with a whole new freshness, Jungkook opens his tired eyes to see Taehyung's face before himself. His eyelashes flutter as they dance on the top of his nose.
Jungkook wishes he had enough energy in at least one of his fingers to touch his chin and bring Taehyung’s face in for a quick kiss.
It's a good thing that Taehyung can still understand him without any words needing to be uttered.
“Our pleasure for yours.”
🥀
Sometime deep into the night that even the darkness of the sky starts to turn into a brighter morning shade, Jungkook shuffles between the sheets circled around his body, pressed in between the tenderness of Taehyung and Jimin.
His brain can't seem to stop thinking about a specific thing that Taehyung has said earlier, going haywire at the words as they continue to repeat in his mind like a mantra.
I could do this for an eternity and never get tired of it.
Eternity sounds scary, Jungkook doesn't like to chase the thoughts about indefinite things. Especially when he's being involved with humans, whose future is already determined.
Yet, lying here with his boyfriends and imagining an eternity together with them brings some sort of contentment to his heart that Jungkook has never felt before. It's shiny and full of colors.
Though his throat still itches to ask. So he turns around in search of Taehyung's arms. The forefinger traces a line on his chest that keeps rising and falling steadily. Jungkook knows him well enough by breathing to be completely assured that he's not asleep.
“Tae?”
“Hmm?” He whispers.
“Did you really mean it? What you said about eternity?”
The mattress dips as the presence before him turns to the side. Jungkook can see Taehyung's dark eyes when they shine full with certainty. Jungkook's own mirror in them, however, not as shiny red as before.
“Of course.” The lips form around words Jungkook has been waiting to hear. “That’s a promise I can actually keep to Jimin.”
“Well, you guys already kind of made a deal with the devil, aka me, so you are not going anywhere.”
Taehyung lets out a quiet chuckle at that, the touch of his right hand toys with the side of Jungkook's hip for a while before it finds Jimin's palm, secured tightly around his waist. He's currently soundly asleep behind his back. Jungkook determines he could use some sleep too.
Eternity still sounds scary even after Taehyung’s reassurance. But none of it matters as of right now as long as Jungkook gets to wake up every tomorrow in a bed full of rose petals. Because humans may be ignorant to a myriad of things, but they are surely not ignorant to the feelings of love.
And Jungkook knows it very well. His own heart is human after all.