In case you're wondering im just gonna make their hair color indefinitely Blood Sweat & Tears
This chapter contains explicit content in the form of VKookMin (or something like that)
alternatively: the chapter where i use way too many commas
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He could feel the heat gather between his legs, and he did his best to hide his laboured breathing. Taehyung shifted slightly, trying to free himself a little from the tangle of limbs. No luck - just Jungkook squirming behind him, giving a cute little huff through his nose as he went still again, eyes closed and a sweet little pout on his face. Jimin didn't move from in front of him, still dead asleep, those long lashes brushing his soft cheeks, plump lips parted slightly.
God, they were both so cute. Why did he have to wake up to them? Taehyung cursed his poor judgement; he wouldn't have gotten into this situation if they hadn't bunked together, but of course, he wasn't going to complain when they were picked as the room of three - his hyungs were stressed enough without that, and the blond wasn't going to say no to sharing a room with those two cuties. He could sneak some peeks at those toned muscles, take his time chatting and having fun, and sleep safely on his own.
Unfortunately, after the spider incident with the spare bed, they mutually decided fuck that shit and chose to squeeze into the same one - and now Tae was stuck with a very big and prominent problem. Damn his love for cuddles.
Inconveniently enough, at that very moment, Jimin gave a small shudder and eased closer to the blond. Why didn't he just sleep on the floor? Now Jimin's knee was nestled right between Taehyung's legs, his thigh pressing firmly against the bulge in gray sweats. A choked noise came from somewhere in Taehyung's throat as his vision whited momentarily, and he fought hard not to buck his hips.
What was he going to do? He couldn't get up without waking them, he couldn't sleep without taking care of his little problem, and he most certainly couldn't jerk off with the others right next to him.
Another shift of his hips in an attempt to encourage Jimin to move his leg only ended in that muscled thigh dragging against his stiff cock. This time Taehyung had to muffle a soft whine, and a small, involuntary jerk of his hips followed, that sweet, blinding euphoria giving him an addictive high. God, it felt so good. What he wouldn't give to hump Jimin's knee like a bitch in heat, but he knew he couldn't -
Eyes half lidded, lips parted in a soft pant, hands fisted in the sheets, the blond seriously weighed his options.
- could he?
Just a little, he promised himself, setting an excruciatingly slow pace, dragging his clothed, aching length up and down that hard, muscled thigh. Just enough to get off, and not wake him up. Despite his best efforts to keep it slow and discreet, Taehyung's hips gave an extra little jerk at a particularly sweet thrust upward, and a harsh exhale left him as that heat spread throughout his body. Can't wake him -
Oh, fuck. A low moan escaped the blond as the muscles flexed and that knee came up to greet him, grinding hard on his trapped cock. A soft voice shushed him, and he opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd squeezed shut to see Jimin's face inches from his, lips curled into a smile.
"You have to keep quiet if you want me to help you, Tae," he murmured, leaning forward so his breath was hot on his best friend's ear. Delicate hands settled Taehyung's hips, holding them firmly in place as Jimin ground his thigh between his legs, harsher than before. Another moan, higher this time, filled the small motel room, and the silver-haired boy shushed him again. "You don't want to wake Kookie, do you?"
Dimly aware of Jungkook sleeping soundly behind him, Taehyung pressed closer to Jimin, rutting against his thigh shamelessly, breath coming in harsh pants. He couldn't manage a response at this point, but his willingness to use his friend as a fucktoy told Jimin everything. He peppered light kisses on the fellow vocalist's neck as he kept up the steady, harsh grinding, and Taehyung buried his face in Jimin's shoulder to muffle his soft cries, biting down on occasion and eliciting a soft little whine from him.
"Good," Jimin sighed, satisfied, as Taehyung bucked his hips violently, dick straining against the fabric of his pants. "Keep going, Tae."
A small, desperate whine answered him, and Taehyung squeezed his eyes firmly shut, focused more on the pleasure, too deep in euphoria to care what a filthy little whore he was being for Jimin. It all just felt too good. Every thrust brought mounting pleasure and he honestly wasn't sure what to do with himself because of it. All he knew was that he didn't want it to stop.
"V-hyung?" came a sleepy little voice. Taehyung's heart nearly stopped, but Jungkook's next words startled him into speechlessness (not that he was very good at talking at the moment, anyways). "Jimin-hyung . . . no fair, doing it while I'm sleeping. Were you just going to leave me out of it?"
Another pair of hands were on his body now, roaming his chest, teasing at the drawstrings of his pants, settling on his waist. A hard length pressed against Taehyung's ass through his sweats and his breath hitched on a whine. His hips were still rutting desperately, and Jungkook moaned softly at the friction.
"Sorry, Kookie. You were just so cute in your sleep."
There was an audible pout in Jungkook's voice. "We promised we'd do it together." His hips started to gyrate as well, finding a nice rhythm with his hyung's that had his cock dragging along the cleft of Taehyung's ass. "Wanted - ah - t-to make it special."
"You're joining us now, and that's what matters," Jimin purred, leaning over Taehyung's shoulder to claim the brunet's lips. "I'll take care of you later to make up for it, okay?"
Jungkook gave a nod, already too breathless for words. He clung tightly to the fabric of Taehyung's shirt, whining loudly each time their hips rocked together. The added noise sent shivers down Taehyung's spine with each thrust. Fuck, Jungkook was cute. He'd always known he wanted to fuck him, but now he needed to. Maybe after he was done with Jimin, he thought as he bit down harshly on the tan skin, fucking relentlessly against that toned leg. He soon forgot all about any thought train as he fell back into that wonderful rhythm that felt so incredible. Jungkook's lips and teeth were on his neck, teasing, sucking, threatening hickies. The crotch of his pants were soaked, and he was growing more and more sensitive as time went on. Everything was so hot and wet.
"You don't need to keep your voice down anymore, Tae," Jimin reminded in a husky whisper.
So he didn't. He wasn't too loud, but he was perfectly loud enough for Jimin and Jungkook to fall in love with the sound of his needy cries, just on the edge of coming. Jimin tugged and sucked at his lower lip, hands tugging at those lovely hips to keep him grinding just as strongly as he was, not letting him slack in the throes of euphoria. Taehyung could hardly think, couldn't speak but the occasional outburst of Jimin's name.
"C-Close," he whimpered, and Jungkook gave a high whine and nodded in agreement.
Their movements grew more frantic, needy. Jungkook grabbed his hyung in a bruising hold, violently rutting against his ass, crying out that he was close. Taehyung clung desperately to Jimin's shirt, hips still bucking helplessly, and their lust-filled eyes met.
"Want you - f-fuck, Jimin - want you to u-use - ah! Use me!"
And then they both came, Taehyung with a tired moan and stuttering hips, and Jungkook with a high whine, still rutting against the blond until he shuddered and went still. They both lay panting, and Taehyung rolled onto his back obediently at Jimin's prompting. He gave a few experimental little ruts, met with exhausted, needy whines from his friend. Jungkook reached into Taehyung's pants, pulling out his oversensitive half-hard dick and giving it a few pumps.
"I hope you're not too tired already, Tae," Jimin murmured, pausing to steal another kiss from those bruised lips. "Kookie and I have been waiting a long time for this. You've got a long night ahead of you."
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ive dealt with more people than this in a smut scene
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