Namjoon and Jungkook now occupied the bathroom, leaving Jimin in the living room. He went into the kitchen and washed his hands- hardly drying them before he felt hands grab tightly on his waist. "Think you're the dom now, huh?" It was Taehyung, whispering so close to Jimin's ears. "N-no, I was just helping our baby, that's all." Jimin turned around as he dried his hands, smiling. "You know there's more than one dom, Taehyung, there's seven of us." Yoongi chimed in, sort of cutting the mood.

"Yeah, I'm fine with Jin and Namjoon hyung. Just not Jimin." As he said his name, Taehyung glared into Jimin's eyes, almost like he was threatening him. "Why, because you want me all to yourself, Taehyungie?" Jimin asked. Taehyung reached to pick Jimin up, but Jimin stopped him. "Looks like someone's jealous..." He giggled, which made Taehyung more upset. "I'm not jealous, I'm just going to have to show you who's in charge here now." Taehyung spoke up, finally grabbing Jimin by the thighs and dropping him onto the counter. Jimin was still wearing pants from yesterday, so Taehyung wanted to be the first one to take them off.

"I'm cooking here!" Yoongi shouted, half-joking as he moved behind Taehyung to access the sink. "Why cook when the dessert is already prepared?" Taehyung asked, grabbing at Jimin's pants. "Who eats dessert with breakfast? Do that somewhere else." Yoongi flattened his lips and Jimin laughed. "I eat dessert whenever it arrives." Taehyung replied, sliding Jimin's pants down and off of him.

"Nah, wait- I don't want you to be my first. Probation." Jimin gently tapped Taehyung's nose and Taehyung shook his head. "What-" "I want Yoongi hyung first." Yoongi choked from behind Taehyung, and Jimin laughed more. "Mmh, I can't even imagine how deep hyung would push inside of me," Jimin teased Taehyung, smirking so wide his vision was thinning. Taehyung grew more pink in the face. "And how much you want to fuck me now." He added, and Taehyung let out a huff of air. Without saying anything, Taehyung scooped up Jimin and stormed to the room with Hoseok and Jin.

He, again, dropped Jimin on what was Yoongi's bed, and pushed him down onto his stomach. Jimin was facing the room instead of the wall, and saw Hoseok and Jin's position.

Hoseok was being fully-fucked on his back, and Jin was constantly encouraging him to choke him, telling him it was the least he could do. Hoseok struggled to control his muscles as his body shifted up and down on the bundled sheets, and his hand wrapped around Jin's throat.

Taehyung was still standing so he drew his hand up, and spanked Jimin's thick ass, the slapping sound echoing throughout the house, louder than Hoseok and Jin. Jimin yelled out, unsure on his feelings about it. He physically felt his pussy quiver and his legs went numb, most of the nerves in his body paying visits to his chest and ass. "Ooh fuck!" Jimin couldn't help but curse, and it took Hoseok's attention for a couple of seconds. "Fuck..." He couldn't think about anything but the pain, how it tingled throughout his aroused body and affected him. Taehyung groped Jimin's ass and desperately tried pulling his pants off. Quietly hissing, Jimin lifted his hips and his pants fell off almost on their own. Without warning, again Taehyung spanked him, making Jimin grab frantically at the blanket nearby and yell out half of a moan, half of a scream.

"Mm, hyung~" Hoseok took his hand off of Jin's neck and the eldest leaned down to connect lips with Hoseok, and Jimin watched Hoseok's body shake through his orgasm, both of them moaning and grunting into each other's mouth. "Tae-" Jimin didn't get a chance to finish his name before he was spanked again, more on the right as to not do it in the same spot. Almost simultaneously Jin came into the condom covering his dick, sucking on the crook of Hoseok's neck harshly through it. "Ah!" Pain hit Hoseok and he grabbed onto Jin's shoulder, Jin's teeth coming through and biting the skin, surely forming a hickey. "Hm-m, Seokjinnie," Hoseok whispered out his name, caught in another place with just Kim Seokjin and himself.

"AH!" Jimin jolted with another spank on his ass- he could feel stings of pain pulsing through him, he knew the skin was bound to be red and sore for a while, but part of him wanted not red, but maybe purple, bruised skin from the wrath of Kim Taehyung.

"You asked for it, Jimin. And you fucking like it." Taehyung said through his teeth, practically. "W-what if I don't, you're- doing it so fucking hard," Jimin grumbled, half-complaining into the pillow and taking deep breaths with water filling his eyes. "I can see you like it, Jimin." Taehyung grabbed Jimin's ass then moved down to his pussy, cupping it in his entire hand roughly. "Mmmh!" Jimin moaned, struggling between the pain and pleasure.

However, Taehyung was right, he did ask and was loving every second of it.

Taehyung smirked as Jimin spead his legs across the bed, allowing him to feel everything happening within the boy. "Is this part sore, Minnie?" Taehyung asked as he returned to Jimin's ass, gently massaging the thick flesh. Jimin wasn't sure if he was genuinely concerned, or not. "Yeah..." Jimin's voice turned whiney, shyly pushing his face out from the pillow. "Alright, you can take one more here?" Jimin's back arched as Taehyung returned between his thighs, his mind quickly trying to understand what he meant. Taehyung patted Jimin's pussy through the fabric of his panties twice, but just as Jimin opened his mouth to speak, Taehyung delivered a sharp smack to his cunt. "AAH!" Jimin cried out and closed his legs tightly, tears breaking through his closed eyelids onto the white pillow, the area throbbing. "Shh, you're fine." Taehyung told him, rubbing the backs of Jimin's thighs and overlooking his tan figure.

"Oh," Jimin felt himself pulsing, waves of pain and pleasure crashing onto his lower body. "Pl-please, again," He stuttered over his words, quickly opening his legs for Taehyung to use him however he wanted. "Don't have to ask me twice." Taehyung quickly drew his hand back and slapped Jimin's pussy, earning a louder cry and Jimin was now crying fully. He hadn't used as much force as he did on Jimin's ass, knowing it was twice as sensitive. "If you're being punished, you shouldn't be asking for more, there, Jimin." With no warning Taehyung gave a third spank, and Jimin instantly closed his legs and curled up as a response. "No-! N-not ag-again, please!" His heart beat quickly in his chest as he pleaded, and felt Taehyung grab him by the waist. "N-o!" Jimin stumbled for words as Taehyung pulled him back to the center of the bed, and forced open his legs. "P-please-!" Taehyung lightly tapped on Jimin's clit, and Jimin's body instantly reacted; his hips drawing back against Taehyung's hand for more, and his thighs shook. "Shh, hon," Taehyung demanded, massaging Jimin's pussy and wetting his hand, the fabric hardly able to absorb any more slick. "Ah," Jimin sniffled and moaned, the sharp pain leaving for a few seconds until Taehyung removed his hand.

Even Hoseok flinched slightly when Taehyung landed the final spank, and Jin cooed, kissing his cheeks and lips. He was moving to pull out when Jimin yelled: "SPIREA!" and cried out loudly.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Jiminie," Taehyung's voice softened and he bent over to get closer to Jimin, and Jimin's hand trembled as he released his grip on the blanket and grabbed tighter onto the pillow under his head. His legs closed, stuttering in movement and Jimin gasped lightly for air, crying so much he needed more.

Jin and Hoseok assumed it was Jimin's safeword, so Jin carefully pulled out of Hoseok, so they were able to sit up and return back to Earth.

The bedroom door opened and Namjoon entered, Jungkook easily seen poking around the corner of the door frame. He had a yellow blanket around his shoulders and was hiding the lower part of his face, mouth down.

"Jiminie-" "H-hold on," Jimin whined and made himself smaller, his free hand going between his legs and feeling the obvious throb of pain. "Fuck," His breathing hitched and he sat up to get more air, but he quickly regretted it and collapsed back down. Whining in pain, Taehyung felt like his world had just exploded into nothing but star dust, his heart sinking in his chest down to his stomach. "I'm so sorry, Jimin, what- what can I do to help?" He asked, eyes shooting up and down Jimin's body as if he were expecting blood.

"Taehyung-ah, give him room." Namjoon walked over and put a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "No, I'm- I'm fine," Jimin sniffled, taking a deep breath and sitting up slowly, keeping a hand between his legs. "I'm okay now." He added, wiping tears from his face as Hoseok was pulling clothes on and Jin was cleaning up the both of them, kissing Hoseok throughout. They knew it would be best to give Jimin room, and respectfully stay out of it.

"Hey, let's talk, to me- I don't want to make you feel unsafe again, I'm sorry." Taehyung got up onto the bed and sat next to Jimin, holding his free hand. "I didn't feel unsafe, just...too much at once, I wasn't, expecting it." Jimin explained the best he could, forced to pull himself from the subspace mind so quickly. "It's okay, I'm fine now. I-I just didn't know what else to do, I couldn't take any more, and you weren't listening. I sort of panicked." He added, his breathing returning to normal and face dry of tears.

"Really, I'm okay now." He finished up, as the throbbing in his pussy calmed and eventually stopped. "How's Jungkookie?" Jin asked from the other side of the room, now dressed and Hoseok was resting on Jin's shoulder. "He's okay, I can't decide if he's in subspace or baby space." Namjoon chuckled, turning back to the door to see Jungkook. He whimpered and disappeared shyly, making Jin laugh a little. "I'd say baby space, he'd want to be clung to you at all times if he were in subspace." Jimin sighed, and Taehyung noticed how he started to lightly rub circles on his clit, moving slowly as to get rid of the rest of the soreness. "I'd like to be there, now." He added on, looking over at Taehyung and smiling. "I don't know, I don't want to fuck up like that again," "Hey, this isn't Baseball, you don't have a limit of 'three strikes you're out'." Jimin giggled, and heard Hoseok do the same. "Here, let me ride you instead. So you don't have to worry about moving too fast." He decided, gently pushing on Taehyung's chest. "Mmm!" Namjoon and Jimin turned to the doorway and saw Jungkook whining, and they knew he was starting to feel excluded. "Okay, if you guys are alright, I'm going back to Kookie." Taehyung and Jimin nodded, so Namjoon got up and left with Jungkook, to his room.

Jimin moved onto Taehyung's lap, trying not to hiss at the pain of jeans against his sore pussy. "Wait..." Taehyung grabbed Jimin's hips and looked down on his thighs. "What is it?" Jimin huffed, giggling a little. Taehyung swallowed, and hesitated before speaking. "I'm...not hard anymore." He said quietly, looking up to Jimin. "Ah, it's okay." Jimin shook his head. "If you don't wanna continue that's fine, but if you do, I'll get you hard very quickly." He smirked, now realizing he was the one in control and not Taehyung. He had turned the tables.

"Yeah, I'm fine with continuing-" Jimin practically chirped and got to work on taking Taehyung's pants off, not allowing himself to grind his hips on his thighs. His pants were off now, and Jimin decided to take his own shirt off. Taehyung wanted to keep his on. "Hm, you need a safeword too." Jimin thought out loud, moving up so his pussy rested on Taehyung's soft cock, not taking long to drench that fabric as well. "What's your birth flower?" He asked, slowly rocking his hips forwards and backwards. Taehyung moaned and went back to holding Jimin's hips, feeling them rock directions. "It's the Carolina Allspice, I remember when we all talked about them once." Jin butted in. Jimin turned and saw Hoseok laying down on his right side, and Jin on his left. Hoseok was sleeping into Jin's chest, and Jin had his arms wrapped around him.

"Hm, I guess Allspice then." Taehyung decided, forcing Jimin's hips back into motion. Jimin was right, he was already getting hard just because of the way Jimin could move his body. "Pretty." Jimin reached up and looked into Taehyung's eyes as he started playing with his nipples, moaning out as he tugged gently. "Fuck, I can feel that." Taehyung bucked his hips up, cock meeting Jimin's hole as the muscle tightened, then released a second later. "T-that's good...love your cock on my pussy..." Jimin mumbled quietly but loud enough for Taehyung to hear. "Yeah?" Taehyung asked with a smirk. Now almost fully erect Taehyung moved his hands down to the edge of Jimin's panties, and pulled the wet fabric to the side. You'd think Jimin's underwear had been recently through a cycle in the washer from the wetness on them.

"Ah-" Jimin gasped as his raw pussy rubbed against Taehyung's clothed cock, throbbing at the friction. Small sparks of pain announced themselves, leading Jimin to quickly reach down and massage his clit. "Aw, feels so good you've gotta touch?" Taehyung asked smartly, now also rocking his hips in sync with Jimin's. "Mmm, a-and still a little sore." Jimin responded, then Taehyung felt his thighs shake as he moved his legs up to Taehyung's waist. His pussy opened up as if he were going to take Taehyung right there, no preparation at all. "Okay, take these off, I'm not liking that they're keeping you from me." Taehyung started pulling down on Jimin's underwear, and he giggled a little before moving up so he was able to take them off. Jimin's fully naked body made Taehyung feel so many different things, he was so incredibly beautiful and hot at the same time. It was all what Taehyung's ever wanted and more. Jimin took off Taehyung's underwear next, and admired how big he was. He never really looked before, and some very small part of him worried about the thickness.

Just a few seconds later, Taehyung gripped Jimin's inner thigh and easily slid two fingers into his hole. "Aah!" Jimin clenched on Taehyung's fingers and arched his back, unable to get the image of Taehyung sliding in so easily out of his head. "Your body's begging for me, Jimin." Taehyung told him, using his leg to bring Jimin's up more so they were fully open. "Ah," Jimin huffed as Taehyung slid in deeper, the angle allowing Jimin's pussy to relax more around the penetration. Within moments Taehyung was fingering him open, slick leaking down onto Taehyung's thighs and stomach each time he pulled his fingers back. "Mmgh, m-more, please..." Jimin's stomach tightened as Taehyung picked up speed, no worries about pain with how much Jimin was leaking everywhere. "I just started, baby." Taehyung chuckled, curling his fingers up and Jimin moaned loudly, rocking back onto his fingers. "I-I don't care, please, stretch me out Taehyungie~" Jimin's breathing started to line up with the thrusts of his fingers, getting close to his orgasm. "Okay, baby." Taehyung's fingers hardly remained inside of Jimin as he readjusted the angle of his hand to get a third finger in. "Mmff!" Jimin grunted as Taehyung pushed in, almost fighting the natural tightness of Jimin's cunt. "Like that? Shove more deep into your pussy?" Taehyung quickly started to move, gushes of slick slipping between his fingers. "Yeah...I want you deeper Taehyungie, fuck- give me your cock, please- I'm ready." Jimin begged, and Taehyung could feel small pulses of the muscle on the pads of his fingers. His cock strained at the thought of this around him.

He was so ready to fuck Jimin.