𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

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Jimin sits on a lilac-cushioned stool in front of his dressing mirror, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. The soft lilac of the stool contrasts with the polished wood of the desk, and the light from the mirror casts a warm glow on his skin. He picks up the skin ointment, its elegant bottle catching the light.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jimin loosens his robe, letting it slip down his shoulders. The smooth, rich oil glides over his skin as he gently massages it in, the aroma of the oil filling the room. He smiles, sensing Yoongi and Hoseok nearby.

Yoongi, clad only in grey boxers, sits on the edge of Jimin’s bed, his gaze fixed intently on the scene. Hoseok, also in just boxers, approaches Jimin with a playful grin. He runs his clean hands over Jimin’s shoulders, giving him a light, teasing massage.

“The oil smells exquisite,” Hoseok murmurs, his touch warm and soothing.

“Of course,” Jimin replies with a sultry smile, standing up. He lets his robe fall away, revealing his naked form. He strides confidently over to Yoongi, who stands up to meet him.

Their lips meet in a deep, fervent kiss. Yoongi's mouth is insistent, his hands roaming over Jimin’s body. Hoseok, moving in from behind, trails soft, sensual kisses along Jimin’s neck, his breath warm against Jimin’s skin.

“Hmmm, so needy,” Jimin whispers, his voice husky with desire. Yoongi leans down, his lips finding Jimin’s oiled chest. Jimin moans, reveling in the sensation of Yoongi’s mouth on his skin and the pressure of Hoseok’s hard, clothed arousal pressing against his backside. His hips begin to move, rutting against them, lost in the pleasure.

Yoongi turns Jimin around, their mouths colliding in a heated, messy kiss. Hoseok bites down softly on Jimin’s lower lip, his hands exploring Jimin’s body with a hungry urgency. Yoongi’s fingers grip Jimin’s hips, pulling him closer, their kiss deepening.

Yoongi removes his boxers, his arousal now fully exposed. He sits back on the bed, his eyes fixed on Jimin as he climbs onto Yoongi’s lap. Jimin kisses Yoongi passionately, his hand moving down to stroke Yoongi’s shaft. He teases the red, swollen tip, enjoying the weight and heat of it in his hand.

“I want it in my mouth,” Jimin pleads, his voice a breathy whisper of need. Yoongi shifts to the center of the bed, his erect shaft inviting Jimin to pleasure him.

Jimin crawls up to Yoongi, positioning himself between his legs. Hoseok, lying on his back, spreads Jimin’s ass cheeks, his breath hot and eager.

“Sit on my face, babe,” Hoseok urges, his voice laced with desire. Jimin obliges, lowering himself onto Hoseok’s face while reaching down to envelop Yoongi’s shaft with his mouth. He coats it with saliva and precum, stroking it with a teasing rhythm before taking the tip in.

“Oh, don’t tease,” Yoongi moans, his hands gripping Jimin’s hair tightly. Their eyes lock as Jimin’s head moves down, tears brimming in his eyes as he takes Yoongi’s shaft deeper.

Jimin pulls back momentarily, stroking Yoongi vigorously, while his hips grind down onto Hoseok’s mouth. He luxuriates in the sensations, each movement a blend of pleasure and anticipation. As he continues to suck Yoongi’s cock, his moans grow louder, mingling with the sounds of Hoseok’s urgent, skilled tongue.

“Oh, fuck, daddy,” Jimin moans, his voice a mix of desperation and pleasure. He pulls off Yoongi’s cock, his head thrown back, as he grinds against Hoseok’s mouth. One hand grips his own chest, the other still working Yoongi’s shaft. Hoseok’s arousal twitches with every thrust, adding to the intense, heated atmosphere.