"Want me to taste you too? Prepare you for me, perhaps?" Yoongi teased.
Joon let out a desperate mewl as he stared at Yoongi's lust-filled eyes. He always loved moments like these and so as he fucked Jiminie's mouth, Yoongi's moth was on his ass, eating him out. Joon could feel Yoongi's fingers inside his rim, and gods, it was the best feeling he had ever had.
He loved it.
He loved Yoongi.
He loved how Yoongi always handled him.
He loved how life was whenever Yoongi came to the shop with or without little Jiminie.
"I prepared for you so well, Yoon… always. Fuck, I missed you so fucking much," Joon whined as he came hard, inside Jiminie's mouth. He then pulled out and grabbed Jiminie and sprawled the kid on the nearest table. All this time, Yoongi's fingers inside his ass were driving him nuts. He was arching his back for Yoongi, whimpering a lot of mores while Jiminie begged too. They were all a mess and it was all because of Yoongi and fuck was it the best thing that they both had ever experienced.
"Jiminie baby. Should I fuck uncle Joon or will you cause a tantrum again?" Yoongi asked right when Joon was close to a second release. Joon didn't even wait for Jiminie's answer as he spread Jiminie's legs so damn wide and sank his weeping cock inside Jiminie's cunt. He needed to be inside something, anything, because Yoongi was messing with his head.
Somewhere along the way, Joon heard Jiminie's whimpers and he wasn't sure if it was because of the way he was fucking Jiminie or the way that Yoongi had finally lined himself up against Joon's rim, not even waiting for a signal before he rammed into Joon, who pushed harder inside Jiminie.
Joon was buried to the hilt inside Jiminie, while Yoongi—
Oh, but Yoongi was teasing Joon. He was teasing the man who was down for anything with him.
"Yoon, please," Joon begged while Jiminie was passed out on the table.
"Tell me what you want, baby, now that you made my little one pass out like that," Yoongi teased as he pulled out, almost completely out of Joon, making the man whimper needily.
Joon was big-bodied compared to Yoongi but the way he always begged for Yoongi's cock would make anyone think that he was the baby and not Jiminie. It was a beautiful sight that always warmed Yoongi's heart in all the wrong ways, but he wasn't complaining about it either.
"I need you, Yoon. I need you inside, please. I sorted the best clothes for him, don't I deserve the reward… please, Yoon, I'll be good. I'll take you obediently like the slut I am for you, please," Joon begged, his tears showing as Yoongi pushed inside him slowly.
It was agonizingly slow that Joon dared to push himself back so he could impale himself—
…but Yoongi was faster.
He took a step back and stared at Joon's pulsing hole.
The pink hole that always had Yoongi almost losing his senses.
Granted, Yoongi's wife had been the best fuckable cunt after Jiminie…
But Joon… gods, Joon had the best ass.
That little boypussy had a way of making Yoongi feel like he was above everyone. He was the only one who could make Joon mewl like that. He could make Joon cry because of cock and right now, as he watched Joon fuck into his unconscious son, tears in his eyes, Yoongi couldn't help but step forward and grab Joon's head, tilt it sideways before smashing their lips together..
It was a desperate, messy kiss for Joon, yet a reassuring one for Yoongi. It was as if Yoongi was telling him, it was okay, but for what, when Jon wanted something lodged inside of him? He wanted Yoongi's cock, inside him. His ass, his mouth, anywhere. All he wanted was Yoongi's cock and he was drunk on it.
"Please, Yoon," Joon cried out desperately when they pulled back from the passionate kiss.
"Tell me what you want, my pretty Namjoon," Yoongi said, and Namjoon almost had a brain aneurysm at the statement. Yoongi knew him so damn well. He knew him more than anyone ever did, and Yoongi was messing with him.
"Yoon…" Joon whined.
"Want my cock, baby?" Yoongi teased.
"Always," Joon mewled.
"See what it does," Yoongi said as he grabbed Jiminie, and stretched his mouth open, before he began fucking int the unconscious kid. He thrust into Jiminie's mouth, while Joon thrust harder into Jimin's cunt, his eyes never leaving the way sight before him. He wanted to be the one that Yoongi fucked like that. He wanted to be the one who got to be ruined like that, and he wanted him.
"Please," Joon begged again.
Yoongi pulled out of Jimini's mouth with a pop sound, before he stood before Joon, his cock wet with Jiminie's saliva. But Joon didn't seem to mind because the cock was still as hard, so when Yoongi stood before him. Joon got Jiminie off the table, and settled the kid on the stair steps of the dressing table, and bent to suck Yoongi's cock, letting out the best whine that Yoongi had ever heard.
This was his heaven.
An unconscious Jiminie was still having Joon's cock inside him and his position was so terrible that just a few moves and the boy's neck would be broken. But that wasn't an issue right now. Joon wanted to be fucked by Yoongi. And Yoongi wanted to see which of his little sluts would be better. Fuck was it heavenly for him.
"That's enough. I have a doctor's appointment with Jiminie," Yoongi said, pulling out harshly from Joon's mouth, making the adult man let out a desperate whine and a groan, turning into messy mumbles of please and I'll be good-s. It was pathetic to say the least, but for Yoongi's dick, Joon was more than willing to be the most pathetic slut of all time. He was slut for Yoongi and would always be.
"I'll fuck you," Yoongi said as he stared into Joon's teary eyes.
"But you must clean Jiminie. By the time I am done with you, you must also be done with cleaning him up. Can you do that for me, princess?" Yoongi asked, and Joon felt his eyes widen with excitement. He was down for anything, including the impossible. So, in response, he bent to low, as Hee widened his ass so Yoongi' could see the way his boypussy was waiting for him.
"Thank you," Joon said as Yoongi rammed into him and they both got to work. It was a little hard for Joon to play dress up with an unconscious child while he was being fucked senselessly. The walls probably ken his name by now; with the way he was getting so fucked mercilessly. It didn't matter, though, because he was getting what he wanted.
"I love you," Joon cried out when he came for the seventh time on the floor of the dressing room. Jiminie had long been dressed up and he was still unconscious on the table; the same table that Joon was bent over and was being fucked against. It was so beautiful, and Yoongi loved what he was seeing. Sure, he didn't respond to Joon's confession and he always never did, but he knew that Joon's ass was the best adult cunt he had ever fucked so damn well. He loved it too, and there was no denying it.
"Are you alright?" Yoongi asked when the clock struck five in the evening, and they hadn't gone for the appointment yet. Joon, on the other hand, was so close to losing his consciousness. He was fucked and ruined. He was covered in Yoongi's cum from head to toe, something that he loved more than anything. He loved the way Yoongi always managed to mark him so beautifully. Granted, Yoongi wasn't good at romantic confessions, but Joon knew he was loved by Yoongi. It was what he could go with anyway.
"One more round?" Joon asked, and Yoongi laughed at him softly.
"After I come from the doctor's with Jiminie. I'll fuck you like you deserve. For now, be a good darling and get some sleep for me, princess. I'll be back," Yoongi said as he pulled out of Joon's torn ass. Yoongi had clawed him, ripped through him mercilessly, and Joon had taken it with grace like he was made to be ruined by Yoongi. He was not opposed to this and fuck was he the best of pets that Yoongi had ever had.
"I'll see you soon then," Joon smiled once Yoongi was dressed up and carrying Jiminie, along with the new clothes he had bought for Jiminie.
"Be a good boy, alright?" Yoongi teased, and Joon leaned in for a kiss, one that Yoongi didn't deny.
He knew Yoongi never lied.
So, as Yoongi left with a smile on his face, Joon knew that his heaven had just started.
All this time, Jiminie was asleep.
"To the doctor's, my brave Jiminie," Yoongi said softly when a familiar cab came for them at the mall entrance.
"The usual, sire?" the cab driver asked and Yoongi nodded, knowing damn well that he was going to let thee cab drive fuck Jiminie and the doctor too. But then it wasn't his fault that Jiminie looked so beautiful when he was being stuffed by strangers, right?