you guys thot the smut was done bitch no threesome up ahead 

Yoongi was going to try and ignore it, thinking maybe Jungkook was having a little rage fit or... Something. But Jungkook was the silent angry type. So that didn't make sense. And plus, it was in Jimin's room. So maybe Jimin was having a rage fit again?!

"Jungkook! Ah...! Oh Y-Yoongi!"

... Was that Jimin? It quieted down for a few moments, but then...

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

The thudding was getting really harsh. And the moans were only getting louder. Slowly, his eyes trailed down to his own pants. "Fuck." He whispered. He didn't remember having sex with Jimin, but if he put two and two together, apparently his body did. And that's exactly what it sounded like was happening in that room.

Was Jungkook having sex with Jimin?

A wave of jealousy overcame him. Jungkook was fucking Jimin – his ex-boyfriend. But... Jungkook was his boyfriend now. And Jimin wasn't his ex-boyfriend anymore, he was actually his boyfriend, too – oh Jesus Christ this was complicated.

His boyfriend was fucking his boyfriend.

He shook his head, trying to ignore the hell out of it. Leaning back onto the table, he read about the man who was accused of being the Black Butterfly Murderer. His name, in fact, was not anyone with the last name Park. His name was Hyun Jong. Nothing important to remember other than the fact that he wasn't the man Yoongi was looking for.

"Yoongi! Oh- Yoongi!"

...

"Ignore the thuds Yoongi you're just going to get lured into a threesome." He mumbled, looking through the man's history. He was, apparently dating a man years ago, despite having kids with his wife. This man promised to stay with him if he divorced with the woman. He did, but the man rejected him, as he was actually a married man as well. Crazy thing was, when he returned to see his wife, she murdered her kids and committed suicide – she couldn't handle the tragedy that her husband was gay, apparently. Something in Hyun Jong snapped. So, he murdered the man he loved.

Of course, in the eyes of a murderer, you live in the same moment every day. When Yoongi looked at the picture of the deceased man, strangely enough, he could see a resemblance with him and his own face. It explained why, including all the other victims, he tried killing his lookalikes. It was simple; he was a psychopath. If he had the chance to kill anyone that looked like his boyfriend – to get another chance to kill him – he could do it. And he did.

"Fuck- Yoongi, f-fuck me!"

Yoongi groaned, trying not to get hard by the high pitched moans Jimin emitted. He put a hand over his growing cock, an attempt to hide it or calm it down. "I'm trying to do work, you fuckers." He gritted through his teeth, but he undoubtedly was getting turned on.

Suddenly, the thudding stopped.

Were they done? Good.

He got up and was going to give them a piece of his mind for distracting him from his work. He walked to the room and opened the door to Jimin's room, a breath ready for some yelling. Immediately, the smell of sex filled the air. When his eyes adjusted to the somewhat dim room, Yoongi's jaw dropped at the scene in front of him. Jimin's arched back pressed against Jungkook's chest, his head hung against the younger's shoulder as he was slowly being grinded into. Jimin cried and whimpered little things like 'faster' or 'please' or even 'I need to come', and damn if that didn't turn Yoongi on.

Jungkook was suckling against Jimin's collarbone, but stopped (even fucking) when he noticed Yoongi in the doorway. Jimin's ass tried grinding back on Jungkook's dick at the loss of something making him feel good, and Kookie groaned, then let out a little chuckle with a smile. "Jimin was using my vibrators, so he needed a little punishment." Jimin turned his head and faced Yoongi, his hazy eyes suddenly recollecting his self-consciousness.

"Y-Yoongi...-A-Ah!" Jungkook suddenly thrust deep inside as he spoke. His mouth fell open and Yoongi could swear he saw a bit of drool fall down. He went limp for a moment, as if savouring the feeling before Kookie slowly pulled out and leaned into his ear, as if whispering something. Immediately, Jimin swallowed hard.

What did he say?

"C-Come in, Yoongi." He whispered. Yoongi was mesmerized by his body. He saw it once before when he had lifted his shirt up, but that was for a different reason. Seeing him like this now – seeing him so vulnerable in such a beautiful way – made Yoongi feel a deeper yearning to the boy. His body was calling out to Jimin's. And he knew why Jimin wanted him over there.

He didn't need to close the door, so he walked over at a slow pace, each step making Jimin look more excited and eager. Of course that was the same for Yoongi, as Kookie looked down at his boyfriend's growing bulge in his pants. He didn't know if Jimin knew that he was rubbing his dick against the sheets but it was really fucking hot. "Fir-First time having a threesome," Kookie said, really trying hard not to try and touch himself, as he really wanted to come as well.

"Yeah, me too." He replied. He'd be wrong if he said he wasn't nervous or didn't find this weird, but he was definitely finding this a lot more exciting than it probably should be. Yoongi glanced to Kookie, who averted his gaze to the ground. He sighed, knowing he was probably still upset about the fight earlier. He touched at Jimin's cheek, who shook with pleasure with it, and also touched at Jungkook's. The younger looked at him, eyes slightly wide. Did he think he'd only give love to Jimin?

"I'll let you help. I was just scared you'd..." He trailed off; feeling like the subject would ruin the mood. He shook his head and let a little grin take over. "But now that I know our baby boy was being naughty, shall we resolve this punishment together, Kookie?" Jungkook's eyes grew wider as he looked from Yoongi to a wrecked sobbing Jimin, to Yoongi again. He let out a little noise that made Yoongi grow a bigger grin, knowing that he'd won over his lover's mind.

They both looked at Jimin, who was lying on his chest looking exhausted but still so painfully hard. Yoongi started taking off his shirt while Jungkook crawled closer to the ruined boy. He watched as Jimin hiccupped a pleasured cry when Kookie grabbed his waist and forcefully turned him over, his ass now facing the two in plain sight. His chest fell to the mattress, his hands gripping tightly against the sheets, muttering about wanting to be ripped apart – he just wanted to come. Such a sinful little thing. 

Yoongi was slipping out of his boxers, his dick sprung out with life as it slapped his skin. He looked at Kookie, who crawled over to him this time. He was about to ask him what he was doing, but he suddenly brought a hand against Yoongi's dick. He gasped at the feeling and pulled back from rocking his hips against his hand. Cussing, he looked down at Jungkook as he was also touching himself. He was dripping with precum... He looked so hard, and so did Jimin. He didn't want to keep them waiting. With a groan, he gently stopped Jungkook rubbing at his now wet foreskin and making him harder than he was before. "I-It's okay, Kookie."

He put himself on the bed, behind Jimin who was shaking, and then grabbed at his thick ass. He squeezed it harshly, releasing a squeaky yelp from him while leaning into Yoongi's touches. "Y-Yoongi... I'm so hard," He cried into the sheets, "Please help me Daddy." Yoongi's dick twitched. So when Jimin knew Yoongi's Daddy kink...

Did Yoongi have this Daddy kink since he was that young?!

"Hmm..." He hummed questionably as he placed the tip of his dick right at Jimin's hole, teasing him. Every time he tried getting his ass any closer, he would pull back, which left Jimin panting and whining. "This is supposed to be a bit of a punishment... Though I guess you've had enough." He chuckled, and then rammed his dick into Jimin's ass. The boy beneath him arched his back and his mouth gaped open, the satisfying feeling of being full again as he was clutching tightly around his dick.

He looked over at Kookie, who was staring at him and nodded. They already knew what they were going to do to Jimin. Jungkook crawled up to Jimin as he was being thrusted into, and pulled his torso up. Jimin wrapped his noodle arms around his neck, moaning into his ear each time he rocked his hips back with Yoongi's. Then, Yoongi stopped, and Kookie neatly placed Jimin against Yoongi's chest. It didn't seem like he could handle carrying himself right now. "This is still a punishment, though." Kookie started fingering Jimin's ass as Yoongi's dick was still inside. He kept this up until it was looser than it was before. It was amazing how Jimin hadn't come yet, but that was probably because Jimin had great stamina. When he found it was loose enough, he went on his knees, in front of Jimin, who was still leaning against Yoongi, and spread his legs as he shifted the tip of his dick at his entrance. Slowly, he pulled in as Jimin let out uncomfortable groans and was even a bit painful, but they had managed it and stayed this way until he could breathe.

"F-Fuck me already... I need to fucking come!" He yelled. They both started forcing themselves inside, keeping up their own fast pace as Jimin was quickly coming back into pleasureland. His mouth hung open while his ass was being completely ruined by two men at the same time. Yoongi would trace his tongue over the pink haired boy's neck once and a while, displaying a few hickeys here and there, and nipping at his ear while whispering sweet, naughty nothing's. Kookie would play with Jimin's nipple, and whenever Jimin said he was close, he would purposely put his thumb over Jimin's slit so he had to wait until they all came together. 

But, this time, they were really all close. The rhythm Kookie and Yoongi had at the beginning was faltering and they became sloppier. All of their sweat stuck together as their heavy breathing and panting filled the air, all wanting to reach their euphoria at the same time. "I-I'm coming-!" A load of white strings flew from Jimin's cock onto Jungkook's body, while he felt himself getting filled to the brim as Yoongi and Kookie's hot cum shot into him. The two boys rode out their high, while Jimin was heated up and about to faint from all the desire. Yoongi kissed Jimin's nape, while Kookie brushed his hand against Jimin's chubby cheek. He twitched from the oversensitivity and his eyes closed. It wasn't helped that Kookie was making shushing noises, stroking his hair ever so gently. It made him feel so sleepy...

"We'll clean you up, Jiminnie." Kookie went into the bathroom to clean himself up. Yoongi, in the meantime, was lying down with Jimin in his arm. He trailed his finger over Jimin's body, looking at his hazed eyes. They remained silent for a long while, and then grabbing onto his knitted hand – the only thing that wasn't taken off during their act of sex. 

"I'll let you tell me about this when you're ready to talk about it." His raspy, low voice sent shivers down Jimin's spine. He wasn't turned on – not after what they had just done because he was exhausted – but it felt so soothing. He really was drifting in and out at this point. Jimin nodded lazily, closing his eyes once and a while.

Jungkook came back with a wet facecloth, cleaning Jimin out as much as he could. Jimin blushed, because he didn't want another man to take care of him like this. But he couldn't even move his legs, let alone his hips anymore. It had been so long since he had sex and this was how they decided to give it to him? He heard Yoongi laugh and planted a kiss against his lips while Jungkook went back to the bathroom to clean up his mess. It was a small kiss, but Jimin loved it.

"Jimin, why are you crying?!" Yoongi filled with worry. Jimin only smiled, but it felt very bittersweet.

"I'm okay... I just love you so much." He started sobbing sluggishly. Yoongi clicked his tongue and pulled him in closer to comfort him.

"I'm sorry I didn't remember you. I don't know what happened to me, either, but I promise one day I'll figure it out. I swear I will." 

"I want to know, too..."

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ok this is the end of the smut lmao 

how much do u guys think jimin knows about the day yoongi lost his memory?

what do u think hes not telling?