Under Noirwood | Vminkook ✓

Forty Three: Parents

Bright sunlight spilled into the guest bedroom, illuminating the tumultuous scene in perfect clarity.

Jungkook laid sprawled, naked, across Taehyung's bare legs. His mouth was propped open in slumber, hugging Jimin's head close to his chest. Sheets crumpled between them like useless snow mounds, hardly covering anything they needed to. All three were nude, utilizing each other's presence for any missed body heat.

Torn clothes lay in piles around the perimeter of the mattress. Whenever Taehyung's chest rose and fell, a small leaflet of hair tossed across his nose. Jimin shifted slightly, groaning as he finally came to his senses. 

"Jungkooooook."

He mumbled, his sobered red eyes landing on the ravenette's peaceful sleeping face. If he had the time, he could have watched Jungkook and Taehyung sleeping all day. But they had better things to do. Better things to kill...

"Jimin?"

Jungkook nuzzled his chin into the bedsheets, eyes still closed. Lost in a dream, perchance.

"G'mornin' Jimin."

Taehyung's gravelly morning voice found Jimin's watchful, red glare. He gave the half-blood a small smile, hinting to the intense events of the previous night. He brushed his blonde hair off of his puffy face casually. Despite the time of day, Taehyung still looked fresh and attractive with his hair loosely framing his face.

Jungkook groaned as the blonde sat up, making him roll sideways down the length of Taehyung's legs. A pout formed on his lips, fists balling against his chest.

"Go back to beeeddd guys."

The Oak Prince whined. Fatigued from the night's events, all Jungkook wanted was a few more minutes of shut eye. Other than his mind, he wasn't physically tired or sore. Jimin had healed every single injury inflicted upon him during their multiple rounds of sex. It was only for Jungkook's sanity that they went to bed, lest he wake up late on time to finish creating a plan to kill Jimin's father. 

Taehyung and Jimin could go on for hours more, they told him. But Jungkook had to put a foot down on their party...(four orgasms later, of course) and they all agreed to get a little shut eye, even if the two demons didn't need it as badly as the Oak Prince did.

When Jungkook reached to the side, trying to grab at anything or anyone to rest his head on, he didn't bother opening his eyes. 

"Jungkook, you almost grabbed my dick."

Jimin's stern voice pierced his urge to fall back asleep and his eyes shot open. A wanton grin grew on his face as he met eye contact with the white-haired male.

"Maybe that's what I was going for."

Taehyung scoffed, grabbing under Jungkook's armpits and pulling him alongside the side of his body. 

"Oh stop, Kook. If we get started a second time, there is no way we'll stop knowing we have all day to fuck."

A laugh bubbled out of Jimin as he rose off of the bed. Taehyung traced lopsided triangles on Jungkook's stomach while they watched Jimin try to find his clothes off the floor. He seemed to struggle, bending down over and over again to pick up a scrap of a shirt only to throw it back on the floor. After the third try, he finally found his pants and blouse, slipping them on quickly over his thin body.

"I'm going to check on the kids. Taehyung, you better think twice about doing anything with your dick because I won't be there to heal Kook when you're done...so-"

"I won't let him." 

Jungkook interjected, pulling his feet up towards his chest. He lazily set his head on Taehyung's shoulder. Jimin nodded, running a quick hand through his bed hair to tame it down.