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Category:

M/M

Fandom:

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Relationships:

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Characters:

Jeon Jungkook

Park Jimin (BTS)

Kim Taehyung | V

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Alternate Universe

waking up with a pussy au

Double Penetration

Threesome - M/M/M

Degradation

Humiliation

Dirty Talk

Vaginal Sex

Anal Sex

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Language:EnglishSeries:Part 1 of the magic pussy au seriesStats:Published:2018-01-02Words:8627Chapters:1/1Comments:11Kudos:219Bookmarks:66Hits:4655

the minor fall and the major lift

cocksluts

Summary:

it's crazy what waking up with a pussy one day does to your friendship dynamics.

Notes:

hello this is a reupload cus i accidentally deleted the first and had a mini breakdown but luckily i still had this draft T T tyssssm for the support on the first !

inspired by a tweet by ava <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Lately, Jimin's been dreaming.

He's never been much of a dreamer. His dreams have just about always been vivid, disappearing from his memory within moments of waking up. He doesn't think they really count as dreams.

However, every dream he's been having these past couple of weeks have been so real. He can still taste their cocks and still smell their colognes as he wakes up, and his body is hot and sweaty just as it was in his dreams. One or two times, he's even woken up mid-orgasm as opposed to an angry hard-on.

"You okay? You look like you haven't slept in days."

Jimin pouts, stabbing at his soggy cereal with his spoon at the reminder. He can't look up, though, because in his latest dream Hoseok had been holding Jimin down and whispering how good he looked getting railed by both Taehyung and Jungkook at once. He's always a little afraid he moans in his sleep — he most definitely does — but Hoseok sleeps like a log.

"Can't sleep lately," he mumbles, lifting some of the cereal up by the tip of the spoon only to let it fall back down with wet splats.

Hoseok hums, taking a bite out of his toast. "It's not 'cause I've started snoring is it?"

"No, you don't snore." Jimin giggles, peering up at Hoseok through his lashes. Hoseok smiles at him, reaching a hand over to ruffle his hair. Jimin whines, ducking as he tries to get Hoseok's jam-sticky hand away from his messy hair. In retaliation, Hoseok lightly grabs a hold of a chunk, pulling lightly through a laugh before letting go. Jimin wishes he could laugh at it too, but he feels himself getting hot all over, a gasp escaping his lips and his thighs clenching. A few dreams ago, he'd had his face held up by a hand in his hair as each member took turns fucking into his open mouth.

"Have you tried counting sheep? Reading a book? Hmm... maybe try-"

"It's okay, Hoseokie hyung," Jimin wheezes, feeling arousal burn hot and heavy at the pit of his stomach. "I just get t-too carried away on my phone."

Hoseok tuts, and Jimin feels himself getting tingly all over. Fuck, he's never been this aroused in his whole life. He'a surprised his dick isn't hard already. "Really, Jiminie? I thought you'd grown out of that phase."

"I-I... sorry, I'll stop," Jimin stammers, dropping the spoon on the table loudly, wincing as it clanks against it, and running a hand through his hair. Fuck — what is this?

"It's for your own good, baby."

Oh, fuck. Hoseok always calls him baby — everyone calls him baby, he is their baby, it's completely normal — but why is it turning him on so much right now?

"Yeah. Thanks." He glances up shortly, flashing him a tight-lipped smile before pushing himself up.

"Hey, where are you going? You haven't eaten!"

"I-I'm not hungry, hyung," Jimin replies quickly, whirling around so Hoseok doesn't catch an eyeful of how undoubtedly pink in the face he is right now.

"What do you m- —Jimin!"

Jimin's out of there before Hoseok can make him change his mind. He almost feels dizzy with how fucking horny he is, and he has to navigate his way around to his room with his hands more than his eyes. Everyone's already cooped up in their own rooms, thankfully, and Jimin doesn't bump into anyone along the way.

He plops down onto his bed with a shaky sigh, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. Fuck, how the hell is he not hard? Jimin blinks a couple of times, feeling lightheaded and way too warm. Subconsciously, he spreads his legs and then naturally, a hand slides down his abdomen, slipping beneath the waistband of his pyjama pants and briefs in one go.

But nothing.

He's touching... nothing. Jimin breaks out into cold sweat, eyes widening as he stares straight ahead — too afraid to look down as he touches around his pubic bone and feels not a single bump or ridge, just flatness.

If this was a dream, he'd find the question 'where the fuck is my dick?' buzzing around in his head absolutely hilarious. But this isn't a dream, and all Jimin is touching is skin. Pure flesh — no hardness, nothing.

He lets out a panicked whimper, pulling his hand out at the same time that his head drops down to take in the sight of the evenness of his crotch. He bites down on his lower lip, gripping the bedsheets tight between his hands as he stares and stares — as if he can imagine his dick back into existence.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Jimin just about jumps out of his skin, letting out a pitched squeak as he glances up at Hoseok who's standing by the door, eyeing him with concern.

"I'm..." Jimin pauses, looking away and biting his bottom lip. He wants to tell him, but how does he even go about it? Oh nothing much, Hoseokie hyung, I just think I've dropped my dick. "N-nothing — uh, is the bathroom occupied?"

Hoseok squints his eyes at him, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin gulps, breaking eye contact and pretending to pick at an imaginary stain on the kneecap of his pants. "No," Hoseok says eventually. Jimin nods, standing up instantly and scurrying over to his wardrobe to pull out his towel. He keeps his head down as he makes his way out — until Hoseok grabs a hold of him by his arm just as he's stepping out of the door. "Hey. Are you really okay? You can tell me anything, Jiminie. You know that." Hoseok smiles softly. Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, glancing up shorty and nodding before looking back down. He feels so, so bad for worrying Hoseok but he can't do anything other than lie. Hoseok sighs, clearly not buying it entirely, before he lets go. "Get out of 'ere," he says lightheartedly, giving Jimin a swift but firm smack to the ass on his way out. Promptly, Jimin's reminded of how fucking aroused he is, and he has to swallow down a whine as he hurries out.

It's only within the isolation and privacy of the bathroom that Jimin lets out that whine. He's sitting on the edge of the bathtub, knuckles white with how tight he's clinging onto it with his hands. He's trying to regulate his breathing before he takes a proper look, not wanting to give himself a panic attack or something stupid like that, but he's always been impatient. He stands up, kicking his pants off and shrugging his top off, chucking them both across the bathroom when he's clad in nothing but his boxers.

He lets out a whimper as he glances down. He is well and truly dickless, and Jimin hates that he can't laugh about it. He closes his eyes for a second, taking a big deep breath before quickly pulling his boxers down too, kicking them across the room with the rest of his clothes.

He only opens his eyes then, after clenching it hard one last time, and finds his breath hitching as he takes it in.

He has... a vagina.

He stares, unblinking, for what feels like forever. But no matter how hard he stares, it's there and it's real.

Another whimper is let out as he reaches a hand down, lightly brushing over the crease running down the middle, just beneath his pubic bone. He shivers, sitting back down on the edge of the bathtub. He winces at the coldness against his bare ass, but forgets about it in favour of placing one of his legs on the toilet seat and letting out a sharp gasp at the sight.

Jimin's never been much of a heterosexual, but he can appreciate how easy on the eyes it all is. It's pink, glistening wet, all neat and tidy and pretty. Biting on his bottom lip, he reaches down to lightly brush between the folds. What he doesn't expect is to flinch bodily, letting out a squeak as an almost painful burst of pleasure runs through him.

"Fuck," he whimpers quietly, holding his hand to his chest, mourning his dicklessness through a quiet whine. He has little to no idea how to work with a pussy, and he's going to die of horniness if he doesn't do something about it.

He spends what feels like an eternity just staring, letting out little whimpers of agitation and arousal as he just watches — taking it all in and still hoping to force his dick back into existence.

"Jimin?"

Jimin jumps, almost toppling into the bathtub as he pushes himself up on his feet. It's Yoongi, banging at the bathroom door insistently.

"Fuck you doing in there? Get your fingers out your ass, I need to shower."

"Hyung!" Jimin squeals, voice pitched so high as he rushes to turn the shower on.

The water's still a little cold as he steps under it, but Jimin doesn't really care. He needs to... to what? Shall he take a nap — turn himself off and back on? Does he tell Namjoon? Fuck, no. Namjoon doesn't deserve to be burdened by all this.

And no matter how hard he tries not to think about telling Taehyung, it seems to be his only choice. Taehyung's his best friend, and he always knows what to do. Hopefully the fact that they've drunkenly made out a few too many times won't make talking about his... pussy more awkward than it already undoubtedly will be.

So that's what he does. He throws on a shirt and a pair of sweats as soon as he's back in his room, not even bothering to dry his hair as he makes his way to Taehyung's room.

"Hey Jimin, what's up?" Namjoon smiles up at him, book in hand. Jimin looks around the room, biting his lip and suppressing a petulant huff when he doesn't find Taehyung.

"Hey, Joonie hyung, where's Tae?"

"With Jungkook, playing Overwatch. Why? You okay?"

Jimin purses his lips in agitation, but quickly nods. "Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks, hyung."

Namjoon smiles at him, and Jimin relaxes his tensed form in favour of smiling back before leaving. Shit — he'll never get Taehyung alone if he's playing with Jungkook. Great. What an amazing day this is turning out to be.

True to Namjoon's words, Jimin finds Taehyung and Jungkook sitting crosslegged on the floor beside Jungkook's bed, playing Overwatch. Jimin groans internally, not even bothering to be discreet as he sits himself down by Taehyung's side. His eyes haven't flickered away from the screen. Jimin sighs, prodding a finger into Taehyung's side. He barely flinches.

"Hey baby," Jungkook mumbles absentmindedly, eyes wide as he furiously jabs at the controller in his hands. Jimin pouts.

"Hi, Kook."

He prods finger into Taehyung's side again, letting out an annoyed whine. Taehyung flinches this time.

"Cut that out!" Taehyung snaps, lifting his elbow in Jimin's direction — not even bothering to properly elbow him away. Jimin huffs at that, letting out a pitched hmph and crossing his arms over his chest.

"But Tae," he whinges. "How long does this game have left?" Jimin waits for a reply for a few seconds, but neither of them answer him. He huffs again, fist coming down on Taehyung's thigh softly but firmly. "You're both bitches."

Annoyed but reluctant, Jimin pushes himself to lie with his head resting on Taehyung's thigh, arms still crossed over his chest. He wants to cry in frustration, but he refuses to be so childish.

As expected, Jimin's left in the dust for the next half an hour or so, letting out periodic huffs and puffs and the occasional whine. He mourns not having brought his phone with him to have kept him company while he waits, lying flat on his back as he stares up at the ceiling. Eventually, the boredom transitions into sleepiness, and Jimin finds it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. He ends up giving in all too easily, succumbing to it and anticipating quiet nothingness after such a hectic morning.

He comes to regret it the moment he wakes up. Despite not having dreamt of anything, he wakes up feeling incredibly, painfully needy. He whimpers, sitting up and ignoring the ache in his neck as he rubs at his eyes. Taehyung and Jungkook are still engrossed in their game, lips slightly parted and eyes wide as saucers. Jimin can't take the lack of attention anymore — he breaks.

Not giving it a second thought, he crawls up to Taehyung, removing his headset from one ear.

"Tae, I need you."

Taehyung finally spares him a glance, though not letting go of his controller as he leans in and gives him a quick peck on his forehead.

"One second. I promise."

Jimin sighs, grumpy but understanding. But he only has to wait a few more minutes before Taehyung is ridding himself of his headset and giving Jimin all of his attention.

"You okay?"

Jimin shakes his head, head hanging low as shame engulfs him whole. Is he really going to tell Taehyung he has... a pussy? To make matters worse, Jungkook's joined Taehyung's side, eyes big and worried as he stares at Jimin. He's so fucked.

"What's wrong, Jiminie?" Jungkook asks, tilting his head to the side and reaching a hand over to circle Jimin's wrist. Jimin bites his lip, staring at Jungkook's hand against his bare wrist. His heart is beating so hard in his chest, he's sure they can see it palpitating against his shirt, and he's so warm that his eyes are tearing up.

"Hey, hey — don't cry, Jimin," Taehyung says, grabbing a hold of Jimin's thighs in either hand and pulling him over onto his lap. Jimin's breath hitches, his legs spread out wide over Taehyung's crotch. He hates how he's acknowledging that his... pussy is sitting directly above Taehyung's cock.

"I-I'm not... I'm not crying," he squeaks out, voice sounding tight and shaky to his own ears. Taehyung sighs, running a hand through Jimin's hair. Jimin almost purrs, eyes fluttering shut as he tilts his head to one side.

"What's wrong, hm? D'you wanna tell us?"

Jimin opens his eyes, training his vision on the way his fingers are twisting the hem of Taehyung's shirt around — a nervous habit.

"Tell us, Jiminie," Jungkook speaks up, thumb rubbing back and forth against Jimin's skin.

"I... look," Jimin eventually starts, eyes flickering up to hold contact with both Jungkook's and Taehyung's eyes for a second before he looks back down. "You guys promise to believe me, right?"

"Uh... sure?"

"No — stop," Jimin huffs at Taehyung's answer, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at him. "You have to promise."

"Fine, geez, I promise okay? Just tell me."

"Jungkook, you too." Jimin locks eyes with the youngest, squinting just slightly.

"Yes, of course, baby." Jungkook nods all too eagerly.

"Okay," Jimin starts again, taking a deep breath and dropping the arms crossed at his chest. He bites his lower lip, frowning as he tries to sort the words out in his head.

"Anytime today please, Jimin."

"I-I... I have... so, this morning I... okay, when I went to the bathroom, I..."

"Come on!"

"Okay okay! Look, I... I have a v-vagina!"

Jimin's got his eyes clenched shut, his whole body taut as he holds his breath. In hindsight, he should've seen it coming — of fucking course they were going to laugh. Jimin lets the breath trapped in his lungs out through a whine, eyes still shut as he blindly smacks Taehyung across the chest.

"It's not funny! I'm being serious!"

"Jimin, baby," Jungkook breathes between sniggers, slapping a hand down onto Jimin's shoulder. Jimin glares at him. "Is this your idea of a prank?"

"What? How is this even a — no! It's not! I'm being serious!"

"Jiminie," Taehyung says, still grinning dumbly. "Come on. This isn't funny — I mean it is, but... how dumb do you think we are?"

"Why would I just make this up, huh? You're both so — you promised you'd believe me!" Jimin whinges, punching weakly at Taehyung's chest with one hand. He can feel himself starting to have a breakdown of some sort — because they promised they'd believe him, and he's so confused, and he's so fucking horny, and he thinks he might be really fucking wet.

"Jimin. I know you have a dick." Jungkook gives him a small shake of the head, smile playing at his lips despite his laughter forgotten.

"I know you do! And I did! I-it was just... gone, this morning." Jimin gulps, skin prickling in embarrassment as both males in front of him trail their eyes downwards to his crotch, frowning slightly before sharing a look. "I-I'll show you."

"W-wha-"

"If you really don't believe me then... then I'll just show you, okay? Fair?" Jimin croaks before looking away in shame as Taehyung and Jungkook stare at him dumbly. "N-no?"

"Okay! O-okay... show us... right, Tae?"

Jimin hears Taehyung gulp before he speaks. "Only... only if you're comfortable with it."

Jimin can't bring himself to look up as he nods, sliding off Taehyung's lap before he can change his own mind. "C-close your eyes," he just about whispers, pushing himself up on his feet. He waits until both of them have their eyes covered with their hands before he takes a deep breath, sliding his hands beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and pushing it down his thighs. Fuck, he regrets going commando. The sweats are kicked to the side as he sits back down, a shiver running down his spine as he pulls the hem of his shirt down over his crotch. "Okay," he mumbles, peering up at them through his lashes as they blink their eyes open.

"Um." Jungkook looks around awkwardly. "We can't really see..."

Jimin sighs, thinking fuck it as he lets go of his shirt, sliding his legs out from under him and dropping backwards to rest the burden of his upper-body on his elbows. He holds his breath, eyes clenched shut as he waits for something — anything. But they're quiet for so long, and the longer the silence drags out, the more ashamed and embarrassed Jimin becomes. He snaps his legs shut, letting out a whimper as he moves to sit up on his ass properly.

"Wait! F-fuck, Jimin... you really..." Taehyung rushes to stop him, sitting up on his knees and pushing at Jimin's shoulder, until he's lying back on his elbows. Jimin feels himself burn up as Taehyung yanks a leg open, big hand splayed out over the soft and sensitive meat of his inner-thigh. "Fuck... y-you weren't kidding..."

Jimin wants to snap, but all he gets out is a pitched huff, finding himself enjoying all the attention a little too much. It only gets worse when Jungkook joins Taehyung's side, mouth agape and eyes wide as he takes Jimin's pussy in.

"Hyung..." he grunts, sliding a hand up under Jimin's knee and pulling that leg apart too. Jimin whimpers, bringing a hand up to cover his face at the acknowledgement that two big, beautiful guys are holding his legs open and staring down at him like they want to swallow him whole. "Fuck... you're so — s-so fucking wet, Jimin." Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth and Jimin shivers, feeling himself clench without really thinking about it. He regrets it instantly — the wetness seeping from his hole making the action loud and lewd. Taehyung and Jungkook groan simultaneously.

"Can... can I?" Taehyung asks, hand sliding a bit further down Jimin's inner-thigh. Jimin bites his bottom lip, moving the hand from his face away to peer up at Taehyung. He already knows what he means, but Taehyung slides his hand even further down — fingertips just brushing over the skin where his pubic bone meets his thigh — to emphasise his question. "Hm?"

"I... y-yeah," Jimin whimpers, voice trembling.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, gripping Jimin's thigh tight between his hand for a second. Jimin's breath hitches, anticipation and anxiousness bubbling up in his chest. He focuses on the swiping of Jungkook's thumb against his other thigh to keep himself in check, eyes trained on Taehyung's hand moving closer and closer to his pussy. In the meantime, his other hand slides under Jimin's leg to push it up — effectively holding Jimin's legs right open, pussy and ass spread out wide for the both of them to see.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby," Jungkook mumbles, digging his fingernails into the fat of Jimin's thigh subconsciously. Right on cue, Taehyung slips his middle finger between his folds, collecting slick on the pad, and Jimin lets out the quietest, faintest little moan. Jungkook groans. "Fuck. Such a pretty fucking pussy. Your ass too. Look at that, Tae. God."

"Mm," Taehyung hums in response, touch featherlight as he rubs the length of his middle finger up and down between Jimin's folds. Jimin's mouth drops open as his eyes slip shut, the friction so good that he can't help the next little moan he lets out.

"Tae," he whines, elbows giving under him until he's lying flat on his back. He hears Taehyung snigger, and then feels two fingertips rub against a hard little bud near the top of his pussy. It has him arching against the touch, whole body clenching up at the pleasure that runs through him. "F-fuck — what-"

"Did Tae find your clit, baby?" Jungkook grins up at him, thoroughly delighted at how responsive Jimin is. All Jimin can do is mewl, trying and failing to push his hips down against Taehyung's barely-there touch.

"Gonna have so much fuckin' fun with your little pussy, baby," Taehyung groans, moving his fingers back down to play around with the wetness leaking from Jimin's hole. "Fuck your virgin little cunt right open, fuck. Must be so damn tight."

"Wanna taste him," Jungkook blurts out all of a sudden and Jimin's breath hitches again, his eyes going wide as he stares at Jungkook incredulously. Jungkook stares right back at him, a mischievous, dangerous little glint in his own eyes. "Wanna suck on hyung's pretty little clit till he comes all over my face. Can I do that baby?" He asks, licking his lips and shuffling along, gently pushing Taehyung aside. Jimin inhales a shaky breath, fingers scratching lightly at the carpeting of the floor as he gives a jerky nod. Jungkook's grin widens, his eyes crinkling up in a way Jimin always found endearing. Right now, however, it terrifies him.

Jungkook's always been a good eater. He eats fast but always manages to stay clean — and right now is no exception. His tongue licks up broad stripes between Jimin's folds, mouth closing around his clit every now and then to suck lightly at before circling around his entrance where his slick is the most viscous. Jimin finds himself letting out sounds he didn't even know he was capable of making — desperate, needy little hiccups and whimpers. It gets so bad that Taehyung has to stick two of his fingers into his open mouth, gently fucking them halfway in and halfway out.

"Is Jungkookie eating you out good, baby? Tell him how good he's being to you." He retracts his fingers, hand instantly going to pull the hem of Jimin's shirt up to press his wet fingers against his hardened nipple.

"Tae," Jimin moans breathily, arching against the touch while one hand threads through Jungkook's hair, pressing him tighter against him. He's nosing at Jimin's clit while tonguing incessantly at his hole, wanting in despite the way Jimin's clenched up all tight.

"Tell him. He's eating you out so good, isn't he? I can hear it, fuck, you're so wet. Say thank you, won't you?"

Jimin moans, blinking up at Taehyung. It's embarrassing — the way Taehyung is talking down at him like a child, yet somehow it only makes Jimin feel hotter, needier. "Th-thank you Jungkookie — a-ah-" Jimin cuts himself off with a sob, Jungkook having finally slid his tongue into him at the same time that Taehyung pinches at his nipple, twisting it harshly. "O-oh my god — thank you, thank you, thank y-you-"

"Such good manners. Such a good little slut, aren't you?" Taehyung murmurs, letting go of his poor nipple to brush a thumb over it. Jimin sniffles, only now realising Taehyung's pulled his cock out from the waistband of his shorts to stroke at. The sight of it alone has Jimin's hips bucking up on their own accord, his hole tightening around Jungkook's tongue and his hand clenching harder in his hair subconsciously. He's so big, nice and long and thick. Jimin wants him inside — in every hole, fucking him senseless.

"Tae — want you," he weeps, letting out a yelp when Jungkook moves his tongue back up to his clit, hardening it against the bud and flicking rigidly in zigzags at it. "J-Jungkook-

Taehyung groans, crawling up to him on his knees. Jimin opens his mouth readily, eyes only just open as he tries to hold eye contact with Taehyung's dazed gaze. He's barely given a chance to lick at the tip when Taehyung buries his hands in his hair, dragging his head up and pulling him down on his cock. Jimin whimpers, writhing and moaning as Taehyung forces him further and further down his cock. Jungkook's lifting his lower back up and off the floor, hands looped around his thighs to spread them as he does, getting an eyeful of Jimin choking and gagging on Taehyung's cock while he fucks his tongue in and out of his cunt.

"He's so tight," he grunts in a gruff voice, coming up for air only for a second before he's back at it, happily licking up the length of Jimin's outspread pussy.

It's all too much — and Jimin's coming without a warning, whining around Taehyung's cock as he grinds his hips down on Jungkook's face. Only then does Taehyung relent, pulling Jimin off his cock with a groan. He gasps for air, tears streaming down either side of his face as Jungkook settles his hips back down on the floor. Jungkook's barely regulated his own breathing when he crawls up between Jimin's legs, draping himself over him and kissing him hard. Jimin moans, wrapping his legs around Jungkook's waist and his arms around his shoulders as they kiss, tasting himself. He can hear Taehyung stroking slowly at his wet cock, and he feels himself getting wetter already.

"Flip him over," Taehyung says after a while of just watching them make out, voice strained. Jimin smiles against Jungkook's lips, anticipation bubbling up in his chest.

He's manhandled onto his front, gasping as Jungkook sits up and tosses him over like he's a doll, a toy. Before he knows it, Jungkook's sitting in front of him, his legs spread and his cock out. Jimin shivers at the sight — a little shorter than Taehyung's but also a little thicker and curved upwards beautifully. He licks his lips, staring up at him as he takes the head between his lips. Jungkook's eyes are sparkling, and he looks so happy that Jimin feels his chest swell in pride.

"I've always wanted to do this," Taehyung voices from behind him, making Jimin jump slightly. There's a pair of big, rough hands on both of his ass cheeks in the next second. Jimin whines, pushing up against the touch and sinking down just a little on Jungkook's cock. Jungkook groans, leaning back on his elbows, head tilted to the side and bottom lip trapped between his top teeth as he stares down at Jimin with his eyes lidded. Jimin mewls at the look of adoration and lust all over his face, opening his mouth wider and taking more of his cock in. "Always wanted your pretty little ass to myself. Can't count the number of times I've jacked off, thinking about you like this," Taehyung breathes the words over Jimin's clenching asshole, groaning when Jimin moans. "Looks so fucking tight. Pretty pink hole like yours deserves to be worshipped."

Jimin's got the entirety of Jungkook's cock in his mouth, down his throat, when Taehyung presses the flat of his tongue against the rim of his hole. He lets out a low whine as Taehyung licks fat stripes over it, holding his cheeks apart by moulding and playing with them between his hands. Jungkook's tipping his head back, shallowly fucking his cock up into Jimin's pliant mouth in the meantime.

Unlike Jungkook, Taehyung has always been a messy eater. He's too impatient and eager, getting food everywhere carelessly. Right now is no exception.

He lets out deep, drawling moans and groans as he laps at Jimin's hole until he unclenches, using the spit he's gathered on the tip of his tongue to fuck right into his hole. His lips latch around the rim while his tongue drills in and out of Jimin, and there's spit everywhere already. Jimin can feel it trickling down from his hole to his pussy, and he loves it — bobbing his head enthusiastically on Jungkook's cock as he sucks hard, despite how heavily he gags on it. He's letting out a mewl so pitched that it's almost a scream when Taehyung sucks hard at his rim while Jungkook simultaneously grabs a hold of his hair and pulls him right down over his cock, hips twitching as he fucks down Jimin's throat.

"Tae," Jungkook growls, pushing himself up on one elbow. "He's such a fuckin' slut. Sucking my dick so f-fuckin' good."

Taehyung gives a noncommittal groan in affirmation, much too busy trying to spread Jimin's hole open with his thumbs to fuck his tongue into him deeper. Jimin sobs as Taehyung tongues down the length of his crack and then all the way back up, sliding down again midway to slip his tongue right into him. Unfortunately, with the lack of openly gay idols in the industry, Jimin's never really gotten the ass eaten he thinks he deserves. This might just make up for it, though.

At some point, Jungkook lay back down flat on his back. Now, he's holding Jimin's head down around his cock with the both of his hands clasped around the back of it. Like this, Jimin's made to have his cock sit in his throat, face scrunched up as he resists the urge to choke on it. He lets up with a breathy moan only when Jimin can't hold back anymore, letting out a whine as his throat convulses and his eyes tear up. He's gasping and gaping for air, pushing himself up on his palms but still eagerly leaning down to give little licks up the length of his cock whilst pushing his ass back against Taehyung's face. Jungkook's looking down at him with a corner of his lips quirked up into a dangerous little smirk, bicep bulging from where he's placed one arm under his head as cushioning.

"You're so beautiful, baby," he rasps, one hand reaching down to brush Jimin's bangs out of his face. "Mine 'nd Tae's pretty little slut."

Jimin opens his mouth to answer, to agree, but Taehyung beats him to it.

"Jungkook, where's your lube?"

Jimin shivers, turning around to see Taehyung with his face all red and spit glistening against his chin. Messy eater, indeed.

"Under my pillow," Jungkook replies, and Jimin assumes Taehyung made a face because he's throwing his head back in a boisterous laugh a second later. "Blame Jimin."

Jimin goes even redder, eyes going wide as Jungkook stares right at him before he drops his gaze to Jungkook's cock. Using his mouth alone, he suckles the tip back in, tongue flicking just under the crown and shuddering bodily when he feels spit tricking down his folds. He doesn't even notice Taehyung situating himself back between his open legs, much too focused on the way Jungkook's face dropped, until a slippery finger's pressing against his rim. He clenches up — it's cold.

"Flavoured?" Taehyung asks.

Jungkook clears his throat before answering. "Nah."

"Good. Jimin, baby, relax. You're so tense. Lemme open you up"

Jimin releases Jungkook's cock from between his lips, sniffling as he peers over his shoulder and nods. Taehyung gives him a smile, stroking the pad of his middle finger around the muscle of Jimin's rim. Only when Jimin releases a shaky breath and drops his head down on Jungkook's thigh does Taehyung push his finger in. He's a little loose — it's their second day off, he fucked himself silly at every given chance yesterday — and doesn't show much resistance as Taehyung fucks his long finger right until the second knuckle.

Jimin moans as Taehyung curls his finger up, pussy clenching at the thought of having something up there too. He moans again at the thought, raising his head to blink up at Jungkook. "J-Jungkook. Please. Want you. W-want you in... in my pussy."

"Fuck — you can't just- — shit," he stammers, voice gravelly as he sits himself up. Jimin's a little gone, and he easily lets Jungkook grab a hold of him by the shoulders and pull him up too until he's on his knees. Taehyung makes an indignant grunt at the change in positions, but doesn't let it stop him from sliding another finger right into Jimin. Jimin barely has time to appreciate it before Jungkook's yanking his face up by the chin, kissing him hard and wet and deep for ages and ages and ages, only pulling away to yank Jimin's shirt off. Jimin opens his mouth as soon as Jungkook is back on him, letting him do as he pleases. He's whining high in his throat in humiliation as he realises he's left stark naked, while the two are still fully clothed.

"You been playing with your pretty little hole, haven't you baby?" Taehyung asks from behind them, noticing how easily he managed to stuff a third finger into his ass. Jimin can hear the grin in his voice and he squirms, hands clenching hard in Jungkook's shirt from where they rest against his chest. "Got it all loose for me."

Jungkook pulls away, smiling back at Taehyung as Jimin slides down his chest, clinging onto him like a lifeline. "Bet he was imagining this. Bet you've always wanted one of us — all of us making a mess out of you, right?" Jungkook prompts, jerking Jimin against his chest with a jolt of his shoulder. Jimin whines, wrapping his arms around him tighter and nuzzling his face into his shirt. "Not even denying it." He laughs. "You really are a slut, huh? Say it, baby. Go on. What are you?"

Jimin whimpers, shaking his head and trying to push his ass down on Taehyung's fingers. But then all of a sudden, Taehyung's pulling his fingers out, leaving Jimin's hole gaping and clenching around nothing. "N-no, why?" He pouts, peering down at Taehyung over his shoulder. Taehyung grins, shrugging and Jimin whines, jutting his bottom lip out and wriggling his ass. "Please, c-c'mon. I-I'm a slut, Jungkookie, Taetae. I'm a slut, just p-please-"

Taehyung snickers as he pushes all three fingers back up into him, instantly setting a hard and fast pace as he fucks Jimin with them — so hard and fast that Jimin's thighs and ass shake in time with every inwards thrust. Jungkook runs his fingers through Jimin's hair in the meantime, tilting his head up to take in his blissed out gaze — red lips wet and swollen and parted, saliva smeared across his chin from sucking dick, eyes watery and barely open, cheeks red hot. He's a mess, and Jungkook can't resist trailing a hand down to grip at his own poor cock from where it hangs out in the open.

"Enough, Tae. Wanna fuck him," he huffs, pushing Jimin's cheeks together and leaning down to bite hard at his bottom lip. Jimin cries out, hands scrabbling at Jungkook's sides. Taehyung sighs, retracting his fingers slowly and groaning at the way Jimin tightens around him, begging him not to leave. Jungkook lets go of his bruised up bottom lip slowly, pulling it back with him before letting it slide from between his teeth, bouncing back into place. Jimin hiccups, tears in his eyes.

"Do you want us at the same time, baby?" Taehyung asks, sitting up on his knees and pushing his hard cock up between Jimin's ass cheeks. Jimin whimpers, feeling engulfed by the two larger males and loving it so much. He nods, tilting his head back with his mouth open. Taehyung gets the message, and he wastes no time leaning in to push his tongue into Jimin's ready mouth.

"Course he does," Jungkook groans, moving the hand from his dick to slide between Jimin's open legs. He moans as his middle finger rubs between his folds, dick twitching when he feels how fucking wet he is. "Baby's such a little slut."

"Lie him down," Taehyung says as soon as he pulls away, shuffling backwards as Jungkook yanks Jimin so he's made to lie on his front again, propped up on his knees while his shoulders touch the floor. Jimin huffs, though he can't help but love how big and mean and rough Jungkook is without even trying.

"God, look at that," said male says, having moved to Jimin's side. Jimin lets out a sob in embarrassment, his skin prickling with shame as he feels their eyes on him. He flinches softly when a finger taps at his clit before moving up to play with the mess of slick seeping from his entrance. "Could probably slide right in, no prep. That's how fuckin' wet you are." Jungkook laughs breathily, and Jimin hates how he almost wants him to — wants to feel Jungkook's big fat cock forcing into his small little pussy, until his insides are aching.

His mind goes completely blank, however, as Jungkook slides a finger into him. He gasps at the sensation — already feeling so satiated with just the weight of Jungkook's finger in him. He lets out a low, drawling hum, clenching down around the single digit and drawing a gasp from both himself and Jungkook.

"So pretty," Taehyung mumbles from somewhere behind, and then Jimin feels a thumb against his clit, rubbing down on and around it.

"T-Taehyung," Jimin whinges, back arching prettily in the process of trying to press back against the hands on him. He jerks violently when he feels lube drizzle down between his folds, the coldness of it making him clench his jaw. "Dickheads," he grits, hiding his smile in his shoulder when he gets two pretty laughs in response.

"You love us."

By the time Jungkook's got a second finger up his pussy, he's trying desperately to fuck himself back against them. Taehyung's still thumbing lightly at his clit, and the touch is barely there, but he still feels himself getting closer and closer.

"J-Jungkook, Taetae," he breathes, trying to string words together. He can feel tears burning at the rim of his eyes, and he wants to warn them that he's close but he can't even think coherently. "I-I — I'm gonna-ah-"

It's over for him when he feels the press of a tongue against his asshole. He comes with a sharp cry, tightening around Jungkook's fingers as he pushes himself up on his hands and throws his head back.

"Twice already." Taehyung laughs, breathing against Jimin's clenching asshole before moving over to bite at the swell of one of his ass cheeks. Jimin whimpers, blinking the tears out of his eyes and then whines in oversensitivity when Jungkook starts fucking his fingers into his pussy with enthusiasm. The slide in and out makes loud, lewd squelching noises, and it has Jimin going even redder. Anyone who passes by this door will be able to hear exactly what's going on.

"J-Jungkook," he mewls, thighs twitching as he tries to curl in on himself. It's futile, because a hand wraps around his middle in the next second, pulling him up to his knees and right against Jungkook's chest. Taehyung immediately latches himself onto a nipple.

"Poor baby," Jungkook whispers into his ear, pulling his fingers out. Jimin sighs, thinking he's taking mercy, but only breaks off into a sob when he merely winds his arm around his thigh to get better access to his hole. He shoves three fingers in all at once. "Are we being mean?"

Jimin nods, still twitching and keening in oversensitivity and throwing his head back to rest it against Jungkook's shoulder. "S-so mean," he chokes out, hands flying up to clutch at Taehyung's hair when he bites around his areola.

Jungkook lets Jimin's moaning and the squelching of his slick fill in for the silence as he presses his lips to his jugular, kissing at it softly and wetting it with his tongue before biting down on it. Jimin's arches his back, head lolling to the side to let Jungkook do as he wishes.

He whines when Taehyung removes himself from his nipple, peering down at him and licking his lips at the sight of his flushed cheeks, precum leaking down the length of his cock. He wants to go in for a kiss, but Jungkook's pulling out his fingers with one last wriggle of them inside him, making him whine again. They pay him no mind, though, Jungkook pushing at his shoulder blade until he's on his front again. Jimin lets his shoulders touch the floor, hands hugged to his chest as they move around behind him. He's feeling tired and worn out after two orgasms, and he's like putty under their hands as they yank his thighs apart — legs spread out so far that he can feel a dull ache at his hamstrings. He tunes it out in favour of arching his back prettily, feeling accomplished when they both curse under their breaths.

"Ah, this is why you were so needy before, right? You wanted me and Jungkookie to fill you up, didn't you?" Taehyung sneers, throwing a thigh over the small of Jimin's back, squatting over him in a frog-like position, so he can rub the lube-slick head of his cock over Jimin's asshole. Jimin squeaks at the weight on top of him, thighs shaking to keep himself up. "Wanted us to fill you up, right? Fuck you dumb? That's what you wanted, right?" Taehyung laughs, letting his cockhead pierce through him for only a second before pulling back out and slapping the underside of his cock at the crevice. Jimin squirms, grunting as he tries to beckon Taehyung in by clenching tight and then unclenching, gaping for him.

"Always knew you were a slut, Jimin, but this is a shock even by your standards." It's Jungkook, situating himself between Jimin's legs. He doesn't hesitate pushing the entirety of his cock right into Jimin, and Jimin positively screams. "Fuckin' spreading your legs right out for us. Taking two cocks like it's what you were made for. Such a fuckin' whore," he grumbles, voice gravelly and strained. He holds onto both of Jimin's thighs as leverage, pressing in as hard as he can and Jimin swears he's going to blackout from pleasure — Jungkook so big and thick in him.

He's barely recovered from Jungkook's cock when Taehyung halts his teasing, planting his hands on Jimin's shoulder blades after fucking all the way into him. Jimin can't help but scream, voice already going scratchy and raw as he's pinned under Taehyung's weight — made to lie their immobile and just take and take and take.

"So fucking tight," Taehyung mumbles, letting out a hiss when Jimin clenches around him just because.

The both of their cocks sit in him for some time, Taehyung mouthing wetly at the mole near his nape while Jungkook makes tight little circles inside him with his hips. He's the first to break — pulling out halfway with a groan before pushing back in. Jimin tightens up instantly, letting out a moan at the way he slides in and out so easily, massaging his inner-walls.

Taehyung follows soon after, sitting up with his hands still pushing down at Jimin's shoulder blades. He lifts his hips up, letting his cock pull out until just the head is in before thrusting back in. They're out of synch — Taehyung pushing in just as Jungkook's pulling out — but it only makes it that much more mind-numbing, that much better.

Jimin has his cheek pressed against the flooring, his lips parted to let out the continuous stream of staccato sobs and hiccups as they fuck him relentlessly. Drool pools at the corner of his mouth, sliding down to his cheeks and he doesn't even care. He knows he's a mess of tears and sweat and he's about ready to combust from how hot he feels. He can hear Jungkook letting out a chain of curses, Taehyung gasping and breathing heavily. It's quiet in comparison to the racket he's making, but it makes his heart flutter knowing that he's not the only one losing his sanity because of it all.

So soon, and even after two orgasms, he feels close again. He can feel his clit pulsating, begging to be touched but his hands are trapped under his chest. He's fully crying now — so desperate that hot tears stream from his eyes, chocking up on his sobs and letting out whiny moans.

"You're so good, baby. Such a good little f-fucktoy for me and Kook," Taehyung moans, fucking into Jimin with all the strength in his hips.

Jungkook lets out a grunt Jimin takes as an agreement. There's so much going on — the profound length of Taehyung's cock forcing itself into his clenched up asshole, the wet and loud slide of Jungkook's thick cock in his tight pussy, the sound of skin slapping against skin, Jimin's constant moaning. It's so overwhelming, and they're so loud that Jimin knows that everyone can hear what they're doing. All of his hyungs can hear him crying, can hear him begging, can hear how much of a slut he is taking two cocks like he was made for it.

He comes, tightening so hard around the cocks in him that both Jungkook and Taehyung momentarily stop, letting out breathy moans as Jimin's eyes roll back into his head. He lets out a plaintive cry followed by several sharp gasps, thighs sliding further apart on their own accord. He can barely open his eyes when he comes back down, feeling completely gone — on the verge of passing out entirely.

"Fuck me," he whispers, a croaky and pitiful little sound. "F-fuck me. Please. Please — w-want cum. Please."

Jungkook lets out a whine, hands tightening around Jimin's thighs as he fucks him with vigour, Jimin's whole body jolting in time with his movements. His face contorts, teeth gritting together and eyes clenching shut. He's so oversensitive that it's borderline painful, holding his breath in fear of screaming. It only goes downhill from there when Taehyung starts fucking him too, and he's unable to stop himself from letting out sad little wails.

"Jimin-"

"Fuck me — c-come inside, pl-please," he blubbers, clenching himself up when he feels them faltering slightly.

It works, because they're picking the pace up almost instantly — fast and hard, like they're trying to break him, and Jimin can't help but love it.

"G-gonna breed your virgin little cunt — fuck. Want my cum so bad, d-don't you?"

Jimin sobs, a chocked off whimper ripping from his throat as he nods. "Yes, please J-Jungkook — Taehyung."

Jungkook comes first, letting out a deep groan and pressing his cock all the way in as he spills into Jimin's pussy, all hot and heavy. Jimin whines, pressing his forehead against the floor at the sensation. Jungkook pulls out almost instantly, and Jimin shivers at the emptiness, but then he's quickly shoving two fingers up him after shuffling to his side. It's only then that Taehyung lets up on Jimin's aching shoulder blades, and Jimin didn't even realise his breathing had been cut off just slightly until then.

Taehyung wastes no time taking Jungkook's spot between his legs, pulling his ass cheeks apart and letting his cock slide out halfway. There's a moment of nothing but bated breathing before Taehyung spits down at Jimin's rim, hands tight on his hips, and only then fucking back into him unforgivingly.

Jimin's oversensitivity is long gone, and the acknowledgment that Jungkook's keeping his cum plugged up in him while Taehyung's about to release into his ass has him feeling on edge again. He reaches a shaky hand down to feel around his sore pussy, searching for his clit. He knows he's found it when he touches a certain spot and has himself crying out.

He rubs as fast and hard at it as his tired arms allow him to, sniffling as Taehyung has him sliding up the floor.

"Taetae, please. L-love your cock so much, please c-come in my ass. Want it so bad — oh, fuck-"

Jimin chokes on a sob as Taehyung stills inside him, feeling his cum release into his hole in thick spurts. Jungkook's slid his fingers out of his pussy at this point, having crawled up to Jimin's face. Jimin whines as Jungkook rubs those same fingers against his bottom lip, taking them in happily and sucking on them greedily. Jungkook lets out a hiss, and Jimin comes watching his thighs clench, still rubbing at his clit and feeling Taehyung pull out of his loosened hole with a lewd pop.

Jungkook moves his fingers when Jimin's mouth falls slack, sitting back on his ass while Taehyung tucks his softened dick back in. Slowly and with a blissed out sigh, Jimin slumps down to the floor. He feels cum slipping out of him, pouting in discomfort.

"Clean me up," he whines, forcing one eye open to look at them. They both jump, movements stiff and awkward as they shuffle closer to him. Jimin giggles when they start hissing at each other, Jungkook eventually sighing and getting up to grab the box of tissues on his bedside table.

"Jiminie... we didn't hurt you, right?" Taehyung asks. Jimin smiles, eyes closed again as he stretches out across the floor.

"Yes, you did. You both did. Probably not gonna be able to walk for a week," he states, smile big on his face. He shivers and squirms when he feels a tissue dabbing at his asshole, letting out a petulant huff. "A tissue? Get a wet rag!" He whines, giggling when Jungkook grumbles under his breath.

"Jimin." Taehyung starts again, inching closer to him. Jimin sighs, rolling onto his back with a groan and blinking up at him.

"Taehyung."

"Really. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Just a bit sore." Jimin smiles, words slurred and lisped and voice soft. Taehyung bites his lip, looking unconvinced. "Tae. I swear I'm okay. I-I liked it. A lot."

At this, Taehyung loosens up, eyes soft as he looks down at Jimin and nods. Jimin smiles, lifting a finger up to his bottom lip and tapping it twice. Taehyung gladly leans down to kiss him, all tender and gentle.

"Wow — I'm gone for a minute and you both just-" Jungkook whines as he slams the door shut, instantly sitting beside Jimin and elbowing Taehyung away. Jimin giggles as his face is yanked to the side, Jungkook's kiss a little rougher and meaner but it's nice. Taehyung's wiping at the cum from between his legs. He pushes Jungkook away as soon as he's done, throwing the dirty rag into his lap and pressing kisses all over Jimin's face, ignoring his loud and insulting complaints.

Jimin could get used to this. He will.

Notes:

tysm for reading :D <3

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Part 1 of the magic pussy au series

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