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Taehyung often wonders how he was gifted with the privilege of watching the two of them together. He doesn’t even mind sitting off to the side, fully clothed, legs crossed leisurely as cocks his head and watches intently.
He trails his eyes over the curve of Jimin’s back, the plumpness of his ass. The boy is kneeling, his legs spread enough to put him on display but not enough to make his hips fall to the bed. His hands are tied together with one of Taehyung’s ties, lying uselessly on the bed between his legs. His face is pressed into the mattress, held down by Hoseok’s hand on the back of his neck.
And then there’s Hoseok. Taehyung manages to complete the difficult task of pulling his eyes away from Jimin’s ass, looking over the flex of Hoseok’s forearm as the muscles tighten to keep Jimin down (though Taehyung knows he’s really probably not trying to sit up; he’s so obedient, it’s really rather cute). Hoseok still has his loose sweats and low-cut crew neck white tee shirt on, a stark contrast to Jimin’s naked form.
Hoseok is a sight to behold in the bedroom, really. In his day-to-day life, he’s all smiles, boisterous laughter and an infinite amount of energy. In the bedroom, though, it’s like a switch is flipped. He has this calm, quiet air of surety and Taehyung can’t recall the last time he saw him smiling in a situation like this. Not because he doesn’t enjoy it, but just because it’s different. He doesn’t say too much, but what he does say...well, it’s powerful. It can certainly bring Taehyung to his knees.
Taehyung watches, unmoving where he sits in the armchair in the corner of the room, resting an elbow on the armrest and running his thumb absently over his lower lip. Hoseok slides his hand down from the back of Jimin’s neck, gliding between his powerful shoulder blades before coasting up the curve of his lower back, almost reaching his ass but not quite. Jimin shivers under the touch and Taehyung thinks he might catch the faintest sound of a whine pressed into the sheets.
Hoseok hums thoughtfully, his other hand carding possessively through Jimin’s hair. “What should I do with you?” he asks aloud, though Taehyung knows Jimin is smart enough not to answer. “I didn’t really like the way you were hanging all over Jungkook today, you know that?” Taehyung sees Jimin’s fingers twist nervously together between his legs. “You really are an attention whore, aren’t you?” Taehyung can clearly hear Jimin’s whine this time, though muffled by the bed, as Hoseok glides his large palm over the left side of Jimin’s ass. “Don’t whine at me,” Hoseok says, bringing his hand down hard on Jimin’s ass cheek. It startles Taehyung more than it does Jimin and Taehyung bites down on his lip to keep from making a sound.
“Well?” Hoseok says and for a moment, Taehyung thinks he’s talking to him. It’s rare that Hoseok wants Jimin to speak. “Do you have anything to say for yourself? Are you going to tell me why you were parading around like a little slut all day?” Jimin must think Hoseok is trying to trick him because he stays silent. Taehyung can see Hoseok roll his eyes before reaching to pull Jimin’s face out of the mattress by his hair. “I’m waiting, Jimin. And you know how I hate to be kept waiting.”
Taehyung can see the side of Jimin’s face now, can see how his pupils are blown wide, his lips red and raw from how he must be biting them. His face has a pink flush across it, whether from the embarrassment of being demeaned or the heat of having his face in the sheets for so long, Taehyung doesn’t know.
Jimin licks his lips before speaking, looking frazzled. It takes him a long moment to compose himself enough to be able to speak. “I-I… I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to…” he says quickly, carefully avoiding looking Hoseok in the eye.
Hoseok’s hand slaps harshly against Jimin’s bottom again. “Don’t lie to me,” he says. Jimin flinches at the contact, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
“I swear, Hobi-hyung! I wasn’t being a slut, I promise!” Jimin says, louder this time.
Again, Hoseok doesn’t listen, just delivers another blow to Jimin’s reddening backside. “You know I hate when you lie, Jimin. Admit it. Admit you’re a little cockslut who wants nothing more than to be fucked. You don’t care whether it’s me or Taehyung or Jungkook, you just want a cock up your ass, don’t you?”
Jimin shakes his head and Taehyung can see where the tears gather in his eyes. “No! No, no, no! Only you hyung, only you, I swear!”
Finally Taehyung can’t take it anymore, watching the two of them go back and forth. Hoseok is growling at Jimin, pulling his hair harder and Jimin is crying now, wailing as he tries to convince Hoseok that he’s been a good boy. It’s all so fucking erotic that Taehyung can’t help it; he reaches down and grips his own cock through his pants, trying to ease some of the ache of his arousal.
Eventually, Jimin breaks down, as always. “Okay, yes!” he shouts. “I’m a dirty little slut and I flirted with Jungkook all day because I wanted his cock in my ass!”
Hoseok straightens then, letting go of Jimin’s hair to let his face fall back to the bed. He runs a gentle hand over Jimin’s abused backside to soothe the sting. “There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Hoseok walks away from Jimin then, moving to rifle through the top drawer of his dresser. Taehyung keeps his eyes on Jimin, who just looks exhausted. He’s panting, his chest heaving against the bed; his face is stained with tears; his bottom is red from Hoseok’s hand; Taehyung can see the sheen of sweat down his back glistening in the dim light; and his cock is hard and dripping between his legs just from being spanked and yelled at.
Taehyung thinks it’s interesting, how Jimin gets off on it. Taehyung certainly doesn’t. There’s nothing exciting about being slapped around and demeaned to him. There’s not really much that’s exciting about doing it to Jimin either, other than the fact that Jimin likes it so much.
But watching, well that’s something different entirely. He doesn’t really understand why but seeing Hoseok so dominant and Jimin so obedient and eager to please...well, it definitely does it for Taehyung.
“Taehyung, come here.”
Hoseok’s voice snaps Taehyung out of his reverie and also out of the illusion that Taehyung wasn’t there. Once Hoseok says his name, Taehyung can feel Jimin’s eyes flicker over to him, allowed to acknowledge his presence now that Hoseok has addressed him. Taehyung, on the other hand, keeps his eyes trained on Hoseok as he finally gets up from his chair and makes his way over to Hoseok.
The rules are different for him than they are for Jimin. He’s allowed to look Hoseok in the eye, he can speak whenever he wants, he’s not going to be tied up or yelled at and he can get away with a lot more. Still, he does do what Hoseok says, knowing that he’s not above receiving punishment just as Jimin does.
Hoseok turns to meet Taehyung as he approaches and then places something in Taehyung’s hand. Looking down, Taehyung sees it’s a small bottle of lube.
“Do me a favor, would you?” Hoseok says, flashing him a cocky smirk. God, he’s handsome.
Taehyung nods stupidly and turns his back to Hoseok, who claps him on the shoulder half-amicably and half-condescendingly. Taehyung approaches Jimin slowly, carefully, as if he’s dealing with a skittish horse.
Jimin’s head is turned toward Taehyung, as opposed to being pressed into the sheets, and he makes direct eye contact as he pants heavily. Taehyung allows it, as he usually does, and reaches out to push Jimin’s sweaty bangs away from his forehead.
Jimin, good boy that he is, doesn’t move or make a sound as Taehyung trails his hand over Jimin’s shoulder, then his side and finally his lower back, collecting sweat on his fingertips with his featherlight touch.
“Taehyung. Today?”
Taehyung looks over his shoulder to see Hoseok, sitting lackadaisically in his vacated chair, legs draped over one arm of it. He has his eyebrows raised at Taehyung expectantly as he casually takes a bite of the apple he’s holding. He’s an anomaly, Taehyung thinks. He seems so patiently impatient and he looks completely unaffected by the scene before him, the picture of nonchalance.
Nonetheless, Taehyung hastily ducks his head in apology and turns back to Jimin. He wastes no more time before he squirts a liberal amount of lube over his fingers, not taking the time to warm it, lest Hoseok snap at him again. His presses one finger in to the knuckle right away, Jimin hissing at the cold stretch.
Taehyung has always been meticulous when it comes to prepping Jimin, or himself for that matter. He thinks that’s probably why Hoseok makes him do it so often because Jimin certainly doesn’t look out for himself and Hoseok can get a little into his role. With Taehyung doing it, at least they all know that no one’s going to get hurt.
He takes his time pushing in another finger, and then a third. The only sounds in the room are the obscene squelch of his fingers, Jimin’s muffled whines and the crunching from Hoseok eating his apple in the corner of the room.
Jimin jerks and squeals when Taehyung finally touches his prostate and it’s clear to Taehyung that Jimin is about three seconds away from starting to beg. Before he has the chance to do it again, Hoseok is clearing his throat loudly and Taehyung flinches at the sound. After that, he moves his fingers differently, carefully avoiding touching Jimin’s prostate until the boy is practically crying from how badly he wants to be touched.
It feels like years have passed when Hoseok finally stands back up. He plops himself onto the bed, just beside Jimin’s head and raises the boy up with a grip on his hair again. “Are you ready to be fucked now?” he asks. Jimin bites his lip as he nods, still not saying anything out of fear of breaking Hoseok’s rules. But then Hoseok says, “Use your words, Jimin,” and the boy openly sobs.
“Yes, yes please, Hoseok-hyung,” he says, sounding breathless. Taehyung watches the way Jimin’s thighs tense repeatedly, like he wants to push back on his fingers but forces himself not to.
Hoseok’s grip in Jimin’s hair softens as he coos at him. “So precious. You want my cock, huh? You want me to fuck you into the mattress nice and hard?”
“Yes! Please, hyung, p-please, I want you to f-fuck me,” Jimin says desperately. Taehyung can see his eyes begin to water and the whole interaction between the two of them has him stopping the motion of his fingers, thoroughly distracted.
Hoseok hums thoughtfully, letting go of Jimin’s hair to stroke at his cheek. “You don’t want Taehyung instead?” he asks.
Jimin shakes his head as much as he can with his cheek smushed against the bed, whimpering softly. “N-no...only you, hyung, only you,” he promises and Taehyung’s cock twitches. It makes him weak to see Jimin trying so hard to be the perfect little slut for Hoseok.
The expression on Hoseok’s face changes abruptly. “Aish, I didn’t know I trained such a brat,” he says harshly, moving away from Jimin entirely to lean lazily against the headboard. “Taehyung has gone out of his way to prep you so gently and generously and that’s how you repay him? By not wanting him? Not appreciating him?”
Jimin’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s given the wrong answer. “N-No! That’s not w-what I meant! I d-do appreciate him! I do!” he cries, trying to lift his head up enough to look at Hoseok, but the angle of his bound wrists between his legs makes it too difficult.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, you little punk. Shut up. I’m not going to fuck you,” Hoseok growls. Jimin sobs pitifully at his words, the desperation making him a mess with how badly he wants it. Taehyung grabs his own cock through his pants, trying to stave off some of the pain of the arousal. “Taehyung is going to fuck you nice and hard. He’s earned it don’t you think? He’s gonna fuck you until he comes in your slutty little ass,” Hoseok continues, moving so he can sit much closer to Jimin, the boy’s head resting on Hoseok’s strong thigh. Hoseok leans to hiss in his ear. “And if you even think about coming, you’re going to regret it, do you understand?”
Jimin sniffles loudly as he nods and Hoseok tugs on his hair, demanding a verbal answer. “Y-yes! I understand!”
“Good.” Hoseok pats Jimin’s cheek harshly and then looks at Taehyung expectantly.
Not wasting any time, Taehyung moves behind Jimin, tugging his own pants and underwear down just enough to free himself from their confines. He slicks more lube over himself before pushing forward slowly, sliding himself into Jimin’s welcoming heat.
Taehyung hisses at the clench around him. Jimin keens at the dull ache of the stretch. Hoseok snorts an unamused laugh in that very Hoseok-way of his. “Don’t go easy on him Taehyung. He’s been a brat all night.”
Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, immediately pulling out and pushing back in with a force that makes a loud noise as his hips smack against Jimin’s ass.
Jimin is loud. He’s always loud. He cries out every time the tip of Taehyung’s cock presses against his prostate and his breaths are nothing more than moaning gasps of pleasure. It only takes a few minutes before Hoseok feels the urge to shut him up. “You need my cock to keep you quiet, don’t you?” he taunts as he pulls himself free from his pants to nuzzle his cock against Jimin’s lips. Jimin, always so eager, opens his mouth obediently, despite the difficult angle with his face still propped up on Hoseok’s thigh.
Jimin moans -- a throaty, pleased sound -- as Hoseok fills his mouth with cock and Taehyung himself lets out a grunt. Taehyung is the opposite to Jimin’s vocals in the bedroom. He tries to keep as quiet as possible, mostly because he thinks Hoseok gets off on it. Taehyung, who’s so loud and vibrant during the day, becomes a quiet, diligent lover at night.
The two of them work Jimin between them, until tears and spit are dripping down the boy’s chin. Taehyung almost feels bad for him, thinking about how close he must be, but not having permission to come. For a moment he wants to draw it out, but he takes pity on Jimin and works himself towards his own release quickly.
He’s always loudest when he comes, gripping Jimin’s hips tight enough to leave bruises with his large hands as he groans, the sound ripping itself out of his chest, low and gravelly. Jimin whines around Hoseok’s cock at the feeling of cum spilling inside of him.
Taehyung pulls out carefully, not wanting to hurt Jimin, and moves out of the way as Hoseok maneuvers himself and Jimin into a slightly different position. Jimin can now rest his weight on his bound hands after having pulled them out from between his legs. Hoseok sits up a bit, giving himself better leverage to fuck into Jimin’s mouth.
It doesn’t take long after that, Hoseok pulling Jimin’s head down on his cock by the handful of his hair, Jimin’s eyes pouring tears as he chokes on his mouthful.
Taehyung almost finds it in himself to get hard again as he watches Jimin greedily swallow Hoseok’s load.
Instead Taehyung busies himself with moving Jimin onto his back to admire his debauched form. Hoseok is leaning back against the headboard, catching his breath but still watching Taehyung with a look of keen interest.
Taehyung’s eyes fixate on where his own cum dribbles out of Jimin’s fucked hole and before he even consciously makes the decision, he’s leaning down to lap at the puckered rim, digging his tongue inside to fish out the remnants of his cum, gathering it in his mouth. Jimin whines pitifully, rocking down on Taehyung’s tongue, obviously craving some sort of relief.
Taehyung makes sure Jimin is watching him as he pulls away from him and moves over to Hoseok, leaning in to kiss him on the lips, swiping his tongue to gain access to Hoseok’s mouth. Once it’s granted, he pushes the mess of fluids into Hoseok’s mouth who hums in either surprise or approval, Taehyung can’t really tell.
Jimin lets out a high-pitched, needy noise as he watches them and when Hoseok pulls away, Taehyung’s not surprised to see him lean over Jimin, passing the mess onto him. They swap spit for the span of a few long seconds before Jimin, greedy boy that he is, swallows the mess down and looks at Hoseok with pleading eyes.
“You wanna come now, baby?” Hoseok asks, much gentler than he had been before. Jimin nods quickly and then Hoseok regards Taehyung. “What do you think, Tae? Has he been good?”
Taehyung looks at Jimin, who gives him his best puppy eyes, which Taehyung can never resist. Breaking out into a grin, Taehyung nods. “He’s been a good boy.”
Jimin bites his lip to keep from smiling too big but Hoseok catches him anyway and smiles back. “Alright, how do you wanna come baby? You want my fingers?” Jimin glances away and shakes his head, seeming almost embarrassed. “No? What do you want then? Tell hyung.”
“I just… Can TaeTae do that thing again?” he asks shyly, his face flushing red.
Hoseok and Taehyung share a glance and a grin before Taehyung leans back down, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s rim, causing the boy to squeak. “What thing? This?” Hoseok asks, stroking Jimin’s cheek adoringly. Jimin nods quickly, a whine escaping his clenched teeth as Taehyung pushes his tongue inside of him again.
When he rises up, he leans to kiss Jimin but Jimin turns his face away. “No, kiss Hobi-hyung,” he says.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow but does as he asks, repeating the process from before. By the time Hoseok pulls away, Jimin is using his bound hands to tug on his own cock and just as he swallows down the mess of cum and spit that Hoseok gives him, he gasps and shudders, coming in thick, white ropes along his own abdomen.
Taehyung is surprised that Jimin actually got off on them swapping fluids like that, but he supposes it was pretty hot, so it makes sense in a way. Plus, Jimin has always been a little sex fiend.
Hoseok smiles down at Jimin in amusement as Taehyung reaches to untie the boy’s hands. “You really are a kinky little slut, aren’t you?” he asks, though this time his words have no bite, just gentle teasing.
Once Jimin’s hands are free, he uses them to smack at Hoseok. “Shut up,” he says petulantly. Taehyung reaches out to capture Jimin’s hands again, rubbing them so they’ll regain full feeling before moving up his arms and finishing with his shoulders. “Mmmm, thank you Tae,” Jimin says, turning to press a grateful kiss to Taehyung’s cheek. Taehyung nuzzles him in response, smiling.
Hoseok nudges Taehyung. “You’re awful quiet. You trapped in your headspace?” he asks. Taehyung shrugs, shaking his head. Hoseok rolls his eyes at the vague response. “You’ll be fine by morning, I’m sure. Let’s clean up a bit so we can go to sleep. I’m beat.”
Jimin lays in bed like a princess while Taehyung and Hoseok do the cleaning up, Hoseok whistling cheerfully as he picks things up and ushers Jimin into some pajamas after Taehyung has carefully wiped him down.
Finally, they’re all laying in bed, Jimin sandwiched between Hoseok and Taehyung, already snoring softly.
Hoseok pokes Taehyung’s cheek just as he’s about to close his eyes. “Who would’ve thought, our little Jiminnie getting off on something so dirty?” he says, chuckling.
Taehyung knows Hoseok’s just trying to get him to talk because he’s worried that Taehyung has trapped himself in silent mode so Taehyung laughs lightly along with him, whispering his reply so he won’t wake Jimin. “He’s such a kinky little shit.”
Hoseok snorts a laugh, covering his mouth to keep himself quiet before reaching to flick Taehyung in the head. Taehyung laughs too, more openly before, definitely snapped out of his role at this point.
Jimin shifts, mumbling sleepily. “Go to bed, dorks.”
Taehyung and Hoseok both lean to plant a kiss on Jimin’s cheeks, silently apologizing, before finally closing their eyes, all wrapped up in one another.