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It was probably a mistake.
At least it should be, Jungkook thought, replaying the video clip. Although how someone could mistakenly send a snapchat of them being eaten out, was beyond him.
Taehyung’s intense gaze and Jimin’s whiny moans ring in his ears even after the video has ended. Was Jimin into things like this? Jungkook knew him and Taehyung had a friends with benefits situation going on. He guesses he just wasn’t aware of the extent of it.
You replayed a snap stares back at Jungkook from the screen before his brain registers the meaning of it. He throws his phone on the bed, and muffles a scream into his mattress. Great. So now Jimin could see that he not only opened his snap but also replayed it like the pervert he is.
Just great.
**
There’s a panty in their laundry basket.
Not just a panty, but a proper expensive looking piece of lingerie. It’s delicate and lacey, a marmalade yellow with little daisies on the mesh. Picking it up between a thumb and forefinger, Jungkook holds it up in front of him and stares. As far as he was aware, this was a gay household but seems like he has missed out on a few chapters.
‘That’s Jimin’s.’ Taehyung supplies from where he’s chilling on the couch.
‘What?’ Jungkook squeaks, dropping the panty. He squeezes his eyes shut to block the attack of the mental images. When he opens them again, Taehyung is standing beside him.
‘Don’t look so weirded out,’ he says, picking the panty from the basket. There’s a fond look on his face as he examines it. ‘If you saw how good Jimin looks in these, you wouldn’t be so judgmental.’ Voice dropping low, he leans in conspiratorially. ‘He gets especially horning in these.’
‘What?’ Jungkook repeats like a broken record. Jimin’s snap plays unprovoked in his head. Taehyung gives him a knowing look.
‘Plus it’s not like you don’t know, right?’ he asks slyly. ‘I mean you watched the snap.’
Face hot, Jungkook averts his gaze. ‘What snap?’
He looks up to Taehyung smirking at him.
‘The one you replayed.’ He states. ‘So you should know why Jimin might like to wear women panties instead of boxers, not that he owes you any explanation.’
‘I would never judge him – or anyone.’ Jungkook explains hastily. ‘And I am sorry for the snap. I know Jimin sent it to me by mistake.’
Once again he looks up, to catch Taehyung giving him a ‘are you dumb’ look.
‘Don’t be so naïve Kookie.’ He says, patting him on the shoulder. ‘Jimin would never make a mistake like that.’
**
After a week of sleepless nights, Jungkook decides he’s had enough.
Jimin and Taehyung are curled together on the couch, Jimin practically in Taehyung’s lap, when Jungkook walks in through the door determinedly after his classes. He comes to still in front of them hands on his hips.
‘What’s the deal with you too?’ he demands.
Taehyung and Jimin share a look before looking at him with similar expressions of confusion.
Jungkook narrows his eyes.
‘Are you two playing with me or what?’ He starts, folding his arms. ‘Okay I admit that I don’t have much experience or – well – much of a sex life but that does not mean it’s ‘playtime with little Kookie’ for you guys –‘
‘Is this about the snap?’ Jimin asks.
Jungkook cuts off. ‘What?’
‘I am sorry about the snap,’ Jimin says, wide eyed and cherubic face dripping with innocence. ‘I didn’t mean to tease you like that Kook.’
He blinks up at Jungkook, and drowning in his hoodie, plump lips formed around a little pout, Jungkook almost believes him.
He clears his throat.
‘I know you sent it to me on purpose.’ Jungkook states. ‘Tae kind of confirmed it.’
Immediately Jimin shoots Taehyung a dirty look before turning to Jungkook.
‘Well yes – I mean,’ he fiddles with his sleeves, pout on full force. ‘I obviously read the signals wrong, I thought you were interested –‘
‘What?’ Jungkook squeaks. ‘Why ever would you think that?’
Taehyung scoffs. ‘Kook you check out Jimin’s ass all the time?’
‘So?’ Jungkook blushes. ‘That doesn’t mean anything.’
‘Kook it’s okay,’ Jimin begins but Taehyung starts listing.
‘You can never look Jimin in the eye,’ he counts on his fingers. ‘You look constipated every time he skips a pant or shirt and walks around half naked. And you sulk after every time I and Jimin fuck like you wanted us to include you.’
‘W-Well, why don’t you?’ Jungkook blurts, face positively burning. ‘Include me.’
Jimin was looking embarrassed but now two red dots bloom on his cheeks as he blinks at Jungkook uncertainly. Taehyung looks dumbfounded. Jungkook wants a hole to open up and swallow him but it’s like his mouth has a brain of its own.
‘I- I want to see you in those yellow panty’s and –‘he swallows. ‘And eat you out while you wear them.’
Jimin squeaks.
Taehyung raises a hand. ‘Can I watch?’
**
Jungkook had thought Taehyung would sit somewhere far in the room where he could ignore him but he didn’t think the guy would sit right behind Jimin on the bed, against the headboard. Jimin’s in the space between his legs, back to his chest, looking at Jungkook expectantly.
He has an oversized black shirt on that looks very much like Jungkook’s, and if he wore it to rile him up, it’s definitely working. Without asking, Jungkook reaches forward and tucks the shirt up under Jimin’s arms.
As asked to, the blond has the yellow underwear on, the marmalade going so beautifully with his wheaty skin and the mesh leaving nothing for the imagination. And oh boy, has Jungkook imagined this. Imagined this a lot.
There’s a slight arch to Jimin’s back as he sits there patiently with this thighs parted and the fabric of his underwear snug against his pussy lips, his lip pink where it’s snagged against his teeth and his eyes doe like as they blink up at Jungkook expectantly.
There’s a plead in them and Jungkook has lived with his roommate long enough to know what he’s asking for right away.
‘You are so pretty Jimin,’ he says, letting his eyes roam purposefully over the length of the blond’s body so that Jimin can feel it. ‘So beautiful.’
As he expected, Jimin flushes instantly, his skin blooming a pleased pink all the way down to his chest. The blond parts his legs even wider, waiting.
Very slowly, Jungkook cups the inside of Jimin’s thigh and runs a thumb over his pussy, putting some pressure in so that the mesh catches in the slit. Jimin lets out a soft sigh, body going plaint.
‘Thank you for wearing this for me hyung.’ Jungkook says, continuing to smooth his thumb up and down, feeling the fabric getting damp underneath his touch. ‘When Tae told me it was yours, I thought off hundred ways I would take them off of you. Thought about you every time I saw any pretty lingerie.’
‘He has a whole collection in his dresser,’ Taehyung tells him as Jungkook finally leans down and presses his mouth to Jimin’s skin. ‘Also thought you would look good in one of the sets.’
This makes Jungkook blush.
‘Did you hyung?’ he asks, meeting Jimin’s glazed gaze. ‘Do you think I would look good in them?’
Biting his lip Jimin nods. ‘Yeah, the pink one would look so good on you Kookie. Imagined you wearing them so many times.’
Face hot, Jungkook tries not to hide in the mattress and focuses on the warmth of Jimin’s skin against his lips.
‘Does Tae wear them?’ he asks, sucking the soft skin of Jimin’s inner thigh between his lips. Jimin lets out a broken sigh.
‘Yes, he shares mine all the time.’
Jungkook looks up at Taehyung from beneath his lashes. ‘Are you wearing one right now?’
‘Why don’t you find out?’ Taehyung smirks.
Jungkook hums. ‘Later.’
Placing one hand on Jimin’s left thigh, Jungkook starts properly marking the right, appreciating how easily the skin is bruising underneath his mouth, leaving reddening spots in his wake. He kisses and suckles the skin in earnest, so close to Jimin’s pussy but never touching it.
Jimin starts whining after a while.
‘Kookie be quick,’ he says, tugging Jungkook’s hair. His lips are slicked red from where Taehyung’s been kissing him and now he pouts them at Jungkook.
‘Be patient Jimin.’ Jungkook chides.
‘I would have popped a boner by now,’ Taehyung murmurs, mouthing against Jimin’s neck and Jungkook throws him a dirty glare before finally, finally sliding the mesh of Jimin’s panty aside.
Taehyung captures Jimin mouth in an open mouthed kiss right as Jungkook starts eating him out. He slides his tongue on the seam of his pussy lips, flicks at the folds and licks. Jimin’s slit parts easily around Jungkook’s tongue as he licks deeper and deeper, coaxing out soft whiny sighs from the blond that Taehyung swallows.
Of course Jimin tastes divine; wet and sweet and a little bit salty, and Jungkook laps hungrily at the soft walls, the muscle giving way against his tongue. His jaw hurts from the angle as he pushes his tongue as deep inside as he can and licks languidly. Jimin whines and bucks underneath him, letting out gargled wet sounds that break against Taehyung’s tongue inside his mouth.
‘Ngh, Jungkook it feels so good,’ Jimin moans.
He looks gorgeous like this, all splayed across Taehyung’s lap flushed and panting, throat stretched where Taehyung’s cupping his chin, back arched and legs spread. His face contorts prettily, mouth open in silent moans, lost in the throes of pleasure.
‘You are so loud hyung,’ Jungkook says pulling back. ‘Does it feel that good?’
‘Yes Kookie,’
‘Better than Tae hyung?’
‘I –‘Jimin stutters, expression pained as he tries to keep his eyes open and think of a diplomatic answer. Jungkook doesn’t let him, parting his folds with a finger and thumb, he licks his clit. Jimin’s hips twitch and he cuts off in a moan. ‘Aah, fuck.’
Taehyung, who’s playing with Jimin’s nipple and licking a wet path up his throat, looks unbothered.
‘I bet he probably wants us both,’ he says lowly, against Jimin’s ear. ‘Isn’t that right Jiminie?’
‘Don’t want you to fight,’ Jimin whines. ‘That –that’s why I like you both.’
‘Such a slut.’ Jungkook tuts.
Jimin pulls at his hair. ‘I am close Kook.’
Circling his arms around Jimin’s thigh, Jungkook pulls him closer and goes back to eating him out, alternating between licking his clit and fucking him with his tongue. With Taehyung whispering dirty sweet things in his ears and sucking at his nipples, Jimin doesn’t take long to come, reaching his orgasm with a wanton moan Jungkook’s sure their dorm mates can hear.
‘You taste so fucking good Jimin,’ Jungkook says as he rolls on his back, wiping his mouth. ‘Can’t believe Tae just gets it for free.’
When he opens his eyes, Jimin’s preening face is above is.
‘Now you can get it for free too.’ The blond says leaning down to kiss him.
It’s comparatively milder to what they just did, but only for a short while before Jimin parts his lips. His mouth tastes just as sweet as his cunt, and Jungkook sighs into the kiss.
‘What about me?’ Taehyung whines.
Jimin beckons him to join and the three alternate between kissing each other. With their mouths slick and open, it’s more of an exchange of spit and tongues tangling together rather than kissing, but it’s hot and dirty and noisy, and soon the room is starting to get heated again.
‘I am still hard by the way.’ Jungkook says once they break apart. His shirt has been pushed up to his chest and his jeans are completely off, courtesy of Taehyung who’s now taking care of his own clothes.
‘Let me take care of that.’ Jimin says before straddling his waist. Without any prior warning, he sinks down on Jungkook’s dick, hot and wet and pulsing.
Jungkook hisses. ‘God hyung, warn a guy will you? What if I was a virgin?’
Jimin’s hips still.
‘Oh my god are you?’ he asks, blinking wide eyed and actually looking horrified.
‘Why did you stop moving?’ Jungkook groans, hands sliding over the blond’s waist and getting him to move. ‘Of course I am not a virgin.’
He gives a hard thrust upwards into Jimin’s hole as a petty move and the blond moans loudly. He clenches around Jungkook’s cock tightly and it ends up backfiring. Jungkook’s head falls back on the mattress.
‘Fuck, you are so tight.’ He babbles. ‘How are you still so tight?’
‘Why are you so mouthy?’ Taehyung says as he joins them, now fully naked. ‘It’s like Jimin’s not riding your dick at all.’
Why don’t you put my mouth to good use hyung?’ Jungkook says. He gets bratty when he’s getting his dick wet and he knows for a fact Taehyung loves being called hyung especially because he’s only a year older than him.
‘Open your mouth for me then,’ he says and obediently Jungkook lets his jaw drop, tongue lolling out. Taehyung slides in, his cock long just like the rest of him and soon enough he has Jungkook gagging as it hits the back of his throat.
‘Your gag reflex is shit,’ Jimin tells him.
‘Not everyone has as much practice as you do.’ Jungkook retorts, already sounding wrecked.
Jimin rides him with fervor, rolling and grinding his hips so that Jungkook’s cock touches deep inside of him. Taehyung’s the complete opposite of him, gliding his cock into Jungkook’s mouth with leisure, making sure to press the tip of his cock on his throat every time.
‘Shit,’ he hisses. ‘Didn’t know your mouth could be this useful Kook.’
Jungkook tries to reply but it just gets muffled. He knows he won’t be able to last long, not with how good Jimin’s pussy feels around his cock and when the elder comes, hot wet liquid dripping down Jungkook’s length, he comes seconds after. Jimin hops off to lick him clean.
‘Fuck that looks so hot,’ Taehyung groans. His hips are becoming hasty, thrusts losing some of the sharpness in favor of speed.
When Jimin is done sucking Jungkook clean, he gets up to kiss Taehyung and Jungkook hallows his cheeks at the same time, swallowing when Taehyung’s cock glides down his throat. Taehyung ends up coming with a moan.
Afterwards the three end up dozing off on Jimin’s bed only, exhausted and lazy. But Jungkook being the responsible one gets up later to clean them only to find out someone has already done that, as well as draped a blanket over all three of them. It’s not big enough for the three of them to share properly, but sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, he thinks they manage.
Sharing was caring after all.