Birthday - TEN

*Heavily detailed smut scene*

Note: We please reread the last few chapters to remember a hit what happens.

Just barely Jimin was able to keep himself upright, or even stable with his own trembling legs, after cumming probably the third time in this kitchen alone.

It was a haze.

A disoriented haze.

Yeosang and Jimin have fucked already on the counter, against the fridge and bent over the island, and yet no matter how many times they've done it - they are still craving more.

Their bodies are completely swimming in lust.

And they can't seem to find the off switch to it.

They love it.

They love this feeling.

They love drowning into it.

Into each other.

But they want to experiment more.

As sadistic as it sounds.

"I want more," Jimin mumbles, lips by this point numb, "That sounds like such a masochist thing to say."

Yeosang pants out a heavy chuckle, leaning back against the wall with eyes closed, "I know what you want."

Jimin perks an eyebrow, standing upright after being bent over but held onto the ledge of the island to keep himself still, "Is that so?"

A lazy grin spreads Yeosang's lips, pushing himself off the wall, "You want spice, and I'll let it slide just for tonight."

Slide?

Eyebrows furrowed now, Jimin didn't even get a word out before Yeosang suddenly grabs his wrist and drags Jimin out the kitchen and up the stairs, with Jimin nearly tripping over a few times but manages to get his shit together after they managed to get to the familiar hallway.

Until they stop in front of a door.

A door Jimin recalls well.

He glances to Yeosang when he knocked on the door, saying under his breath, "Thought you were possessive over me?"

Yeosang fixes his eyes to him, "Do you want me to be?"

Jimin stays quiet, glancing to the door and then back to Yeosang, a slow smirk suddenly itching the corner of his lips, "He's going to kill you for interrupting his sleep for our needs."

"You think he's sleeping?" Yeosang chuckles, humorlessly, "Especially after taking Ecstasy? No, he's anything but-"

The door suddenly creeks open, snapping both men their attention to the man now standing to the other side of the room.

With eyepatch still on his face and his raven hair a ruffled and whirly mess, he looks at the two much more composed than one would think.

He looks.... Really kept together.

Jimin eyed him for a moment, impressed that he possibly sobered up that fast, but caught the way his free hand twitched on his side before it being shoved in his pocket.

Or, it's just a mask.

"It's late," Is the first thing Taemin said, clearly studying both of them closely to notice little details of their.... Previous activities, "Do you need something?"

Yeosang and Jimin glanced at each other once again, more so with Jimin subtly asking for permission if he can proceed on one of his favorite members. Yeosang only gives him a curt nod.

That was enough motivation.

Jimin looks at Taemin, eyeing his shirtless body and prominent collar bones before meeting his gaze slowly. It's obvious Taemin caught onto Jimin's lewd stare and despite trying hard to not show it, his thick gulp sliding down his throat said it all.

That's why Jimin released his impulse and shutters almost submissively under his breath and pushes himself off the door frame, latching onto him with fingers on his jaw before smothering their lips together.

And Taemin didn't push him away.

No, he didn't.

He fed into it.

Hungrily he kissed his lips and grips his back to keep him close to his body, pulling him farther into the room - giving Yeosang the access to step inside and close the door shut behind him with the lock.

Watching now as the two heavily kiss each other hard and messily, needy hands roaming over each other's body before Taemin abruptly pulls away and turns Jimin around before pushing him on his bed, immediately getting on him with his pelvis grinding against his ass.

A needy and pitchy moan escaped Jimin's mouth, especially when Taemin yanks his head back by gripping the strands of his hair with lips sucking and licking his neck.

Jimin didn't even care if he left hickeys by that point.

He fucking loves this.

But Taemin likes to be fair.

He has some unfinished business to settle with.

Then he can focus on Jimin.

However, he needs to set some measures first.

Turning Jimin's face to the said, he presses a hard and lingering kiss before he gets himself off him. Jimin instantly whines to the lack of attention, but abruptly stutters when Taemin roughly yanks something from under the mattress that's attached to the bed itself.

A strap.

A black, leather, strap.

Yeosang inner submissive persona shivered, getting flashbacks of those straps rather too vividly.

Meanwhile Jimin's eyes widen, glancing between the strap and to Taemin, but the man only grabs Jimin's hands with a single hand and jostles him forward to the edge of the bed, strapping his wrists together with it tightly.

But that wasn't all.

Taemin took it upon himself to strip Jimin pants right off his body, leaving him completely naked, before suddenly taking out a box from underneath the bed.

Opening it to reveal an endless supply of... Toys.

So. Many. Toys.

Jimin quivers in anticipation to this, humming under his breath when Taemin pulled out a glistening silver bullet vibrator.

Ah shit.

Twisting his legs together, Jimin whines a bit more desperately and was about to turn to his back but Taemin yanks him back and slams his hand to his ass while his lips found his possessively.

This left Jimin's head swimming, really hard.

He kissed him so hard and deeply that he immediately felt his hard dick twitch against the sheets, but not as hard until he suddenly felt a wet vibration against the curve of his ass. He moans against Taemin's mouth, just as he felt the vibration closer to his anus.

Going all the way in.

Jimin forces his lips away, face against the sheets with a yelp of utter desperation - already sweating by the adrenaline.

Taemin watches as Jimin loses control of his body, brushing a strand of hair away from his flushed face tenderly, "You're so pretty it hurts."

Jimin was seeing fucking stars.

His body flooding with pleasure and frustration that it physically hurt, feeling his body rushing with a drive for sex.

He wants this.

He wants this so bad.

And Taemin knows this.

He twitches almost a cynical smile at him, looking back into the box before pulling something out that made Jimin immediately feel complete dread.

A cock ring.

No.

No.

Fuck!

Jimin quickly shakes his head, "N-No, I want to cum-"

Taemin grabs the back of his neck and looks at him deadly in the eye, "I don't want to risk you cumming while I fuck him," He trails his eyes to Yeosang, who's watching them attentively from across the room, squirming to Taemin's deadly stare, "I want you to watch how submissive he can truly be."

Jimin breathes heavily, glancing to Yeosang to see the clear hunger and drive behind those glossy eyes, seeing how much he desperately wanted that.

He wanted to submit to his precious ex lover once again.

And Jimin is here for it.

He twitches a smirk to it, "That'll be a sight - No! Ah shit! Fuck!"

The cock ring is on his dick now, forcing curses out of Jimin's lips because of the stimulation of the vibrator still inside him and his need to orgasm building up - but being stopped by this stupid ring.

How much he loves and hates it at once.

Taemin brushes Jimin's drenched hair softly before fixating his gaze to the heir.

And immediately the energy in the room shifted.

Yeosang subtly trembles to Taemin stare, bringing him back to the first time he ever laid eyes on this man.

Sure, the Phoenix crew grew up together, but most of the time they were kept separate due to their duties in the empire before Phoenix happened.

They were in the training period, and that's anything but a joy ride.

It's absolute hell.

When they turned eighteen, they had a family party together.

That's where Yeosang saw Taemin again.

The two have obviously grown up, mostly Taemin. He had caramel colored hair back then and it was pretty long, making the elegant features of his face appear prominent and strong, just like the coldness in his eyes.

Yeosang was attracted to him at first sight.

And so was Taemin.

They fucked that same night in the bathroom while the event was still going on.

And again when they sneaked off in the middle of the night in Yeosang's car.

They were just insanely attracted to each other.

So when Phoenix became an actual crew, and they found a headquarters to do their business, they grew closer than just being sex buddies. They understood each other on a deeper intellectual level, helped each other train, and gave advice that would be beneficial for the crew and in general about their life.

They were each other's perfect half, everyone saw it and expected them to eventually be a perfect pair together.

But that never happened.

Now as they stare into each other's eyes after so long of being in this intimidate setting, they feel those times that have been missing filling up the tension in the air.

And Yeosang lets it happen.

He lets Taemin stand close to his boss, hover his face over his, testing to see the waters.

If he can go further.

Yeosang doesn't protest, only stares at him intently - especially as Taemin raised his hand and reluctantly goes to caress his cheek, letting him do just that.

This all comes to show that Yeosang is his boss before he is anything else.

No matter how much Yeosang appreciates the respect, that's something he doesn't want right now.

So he boldly steps closer to Taemin, catching him off guard momentarily, and whispers quietly to him, "Make me submit to you."

Taemin's eye twitched, staring at him coldly in the eyes wordlessly.

Yeosang gulps slowly and suddenly bowed his head before getting down to his knees before him, keeping his head down to Taemin's dominating stare.

Jimin watches this from the bed, panting heavily with eyes wide in shock.

He never expected to see the day Yeosang submits to anyone.

Not like this.

Willingly.

Taemin has that power over him, easily.

Wordlessly, Taemin caresses his head without a single word and Yeosang raised his gaze to him, glancing to his crotch before his stare once again.

That made Taemin lose his patience.

He yanks Yeosang by the hair to his feet, crashing their lips together hard - so hard and brutally fast with need to the point Yeosang was scuffling back until his back met the wall with Taemin's lips aggressively moving against his.

Jimin grips tightly to the straps on his wrist, moving his hips against the sheets in a painful attempt to please himself, which resulted in a pitiful attempt because the cock ring kept rubbing his skin - torturing his fucking senses to the point he couldn't even breathe properly.

He needs to cum so badly, and it doesn't help how he watches Taemin manhandling Yeosang to turning around against the wall, sliding his pants down and from one minute to the next he's pounding into him eagerly and damn near deprived.

And Yeosang was melting like putty into it.

He's moaning in such a way that Jimin had to double take to make sure this is Yeosang the noise was coming from.

A desperate, anticipated, a craved noise of utter vulnerability and pleasure.

A noise Taemin managed to provoke out of the usual dominating Oasis heir.

All the way until they both cummed on the spot, relieving the tension of so much time that has passed.

But it's not over yet.

When Taemin pulled out, he only grabs Yeosang by the back of the neck and drags him to the bed and throws him on it, climbing onto his body and smothering his lips with his own hard.

By this point Jimin is whimpering harshly, sobbing to himself to the overstimulation and the built up orgasm he's not able to relieve.

It fucking hurts.

Taemin must've heard his suffering before he pulled away from Yeosang and moves his attention to Jimin, noticing he clear state of craving for a release, before snickering to himself, "Never thought I'd see the day you'd be this desperate. Doesn't feel so good not getting what you want so easily right?"

Jimin narrows his eyes and huffs under his breath, "You can't resist me, even if you have me wait. You'll come back to me."

A stiff grimace forms Taemin's lips, "Oh? You're that cocky huh? Even while being tied and being fucked over without being able to cum?"

"Oh pretty boy, if there's anything I'm good at, it's drawing in whatever I want," And his lustful gaze intensified, "Anytime I want, and now, I want your dick inside me."

And Jimin got on fours, with his hands still tied, and sensually moving his pelvis down against the sheets with a smooth arch of his spine.

The movements, the expressions, the noises escaping his lips, everything he did screamed this trance to anyone watching him.

To his body, knowing exactly what to do, what to say, what to express to make anyone desire for him in a matter of seconds.

Even for someone a thick walled as Taemin.

He watches with lips parted, especially as Jimin lays on his back now, wrists above his head with his back arched, smooth legs slowly rising up with knees bent and spread out.

Taemin couldn't fight the temptation.

He couldn't.

He fucking couldn't.

He was on Jimin a matter of seconds, taking his lips into his roughly while feeling himself getting hard again. He removed the damn cock ring and the bullet vibrator from inside him, just as Jimin chuckles against his lip.

"I think I'm growing obsessed," He runs his tongue against his lips, "You and Yeosang will drive me crazy."

Taemin looks at him intently, staring down to his lips before glancing to the heir, who's staring at them attentively.

"I'm already obsessed."

Something in Jimin's chest flutters with buzzes, firing up more when Taemin met his lips hard just as he pushes his dick in his anus, hammering into him hard with almost this whiny and desperate moan escaping his throat.

Jimin gasps against his lips, not expecting to feel.... Fuck he doesn't even know what to feel.

But it's pleasure.

So, much pleasure.

But he wants to feel more.

With all his strength, he manages to flip them over, shrieking by feeling Taemin's entire dick inside him, but he rides his lust with his hands to Taemin's chest and his eyes practically rolled back.

And Taemin wasn't going easy on him.

He abruptly spanked his ass before grabbing his hips hard and thrusts hard up into him, forcing a quivering moan out of his lips with a sob to how fucking good yet delirious he's feeling right now.

And he felt it more intensively when Taemin messily kisses him to the point Jimin was just about to cum all over his stomach, but Taemin yanks him off before he did so and throws him on the bed.

Jimin screeches a cry under his breath, eyes completely teary, "What now!"

Taemin turns to Yeosang and takes his jaw, kissing him deeply and profoundly for a hard moment before he forces him onto Jimin. Yeosang stares at Jimin in the eye, breathing him in slowly with a heavy pants.

And a slow small smile twitches Jimin's lips.

It was enough for Yeosang to softly kiss his lips, taking his time as his did so with his own lips twitching a small smile.

That's until the soft moment began to escalate and Jimin rubbing himself against his pelvis clearly showed how impatient he was getting. So Yeosang got between his legs and eased inside him after his dick got coated with lube.

And everything from there was suddenly moving in slow motion.

Jimin felt his body, mind and soul swimming, completely consumed by adrenaline yet satisfaction as he the world faded away into the background. Just was Yeosang nuzzled his face to Jimin's neck, Jimin felt Taemin's lips suddenly on his as replacement, fueling him more with this effortless high as though he was not even heavy anymore.

He felt so high.

So fucking high and he loved it.

Just then Yeosang abruptly sinks in a hard breath before mewling aggressively, just as Taemin eased into him from behind, diving so deep into him to the point he didn't have a rhythm to follow with for Jimin anymore.

But that wasn't a problem since Taemin was in control.

With his leading thrust, he provoked Yeosang to push forward, hard, and every time it shuttered a squeak from Jimin's throat that gradually built up aggressively.

Skin sweating against skin, rubbing bodies, panting breaths and roaming hands was all that filled this bedroom.

A desire.

A tension.

An unbreakable lust that was finally released.

Will it return again? Who knows.

But they fucking enjoy it far too much for it to end.

Not until Jimin finally cummed with a relieved scream, now having his body completely shut down in exhaustion as he remains limp on the bed. Not long before Yeosang followed route before Taemin did as well.

The three collapsed now on each other, tired, and exhausted - even though that's a far too little word to describe whatever this is they feel.

They didn't say anything to each other.

Not a single word.

They did manage to somehow get off each other to lay side by side, but the second Yeosang and Taemin touched the mattress, they immediately fell asleep - with Jimin not straying too far behind either.

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A/N:

It's been 70 years.....

Okay, I know it's been a long time, I'm sorry :')

Believe it or not, writing smuts takes so much energy out of me since it involves a lot of energy and imagination to write it.

And now I'm definitely KO'ed.

Alright, this book is finishing up soon, but we need to get through a little twist first!

I PURPLE YOU! <33