Broken Conscience

Nightly Activities

Jimin's POV

Jungkook moaned around my dick as I forced it down his throat. Taehyung was ramming into him from behind, yet Jungkook managed to still look composed.

We also had another guest. An audience, actually. It was the guy who commented on Jungkook's photo, saying he was a sinner. Yet sure enough, there he was, watching from the other side of the screen.

Jungkook pulled off of me, "Fuck me harder master, please, please!" He yelled to Taehyung, then looked up at me with those sweet doe eyes, "Please daddy, fuck my mouth with your cock, I want to swallow you hot cum," he moaned as I shoved my erection back down his throat.

I heard foreign moans, so I took a guess that the person watching us must've been masturbating.

Soon, Taehyung's moans were higher pitched, so I knew he was about to cum. I was, too. Right on time, Taehyung came, and I right after. Pulling out, the youngest collapsed on the bed, stroking himself until he, too, came.

"Did our guest enjoy the show?" Jungkook asked in a hoarse voice, winking at the camera as the man on the other side moaned loudly and panted. I held in a laugh. The guy started to speak, but Jungkook ended the call before he could.

He got off the bed and stretched, "What a weak performance guys," he smirked and looked at us, "You couldn't even make me cum on your own."

With those words, he winked and pranced into the bathroom. Taehyung and I took that as cue to follow.

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Namjoon's POV

I let out a sigh as I again perched the lit cigarette in my mouth. It was almost painful having to listen to the rest of the group (except Seokjin) fuck each other's brains out when Seokjin still refused to have sex with me.

I squished the cigarette into the ash tray, running a hand through my hair in distress. I don't know what's wrong me. Seokjin said that our sex suddenly 'lost its touch.' We used to do it every time we were involved in a huge fight. He said that killing people with my bare fists turned him on. So then, what happened?

Perhaps if I take him out again, beat the shit out of a couple thugs, maybe he'll be interested again.

Sighing again, I pinched the bridge of my nose. What had Seokjin told me?

"Namjoon, I have to stop. I don't want to keep doing this if there's nothing to show for it."

Then it hit me. My eyes widened in realization. Is that what Seokjin wants? An established relationship?

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Hoseok's POV

I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I sat down at the dining room table with the rest of the group. Yoongi, being the sweetheart he is, let me sleep in.

"You're looking awfully tired, hyung," Taehyung snorted.

I shot him a playful glare, "I am, thanks to someone and their very loud, high pitched, and long nightly activities," I retorted, emphasizing the word 'long.'

"I could've sworn you were doing the same thing," Taehyung said.

Rolling my eyes, I responded, "Well unfortunately for Yoongi and me, we don't have the stamina of you youngsters." I couldn't help but chuckle. Then I stood up.

"Yoongi, baby, I'm going out," I said, kissing his head, "I want to buy you something pretty."

Yoongi smiled up at me, "Lovely," he replied and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips, "I'll see you later."

And with that, I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.

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A/N sorry for short chapter, it'll be more exciting next time!