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Sunday is Jimin’s favorite day of the week. It’s a day of worship and a day in which he himself feels worshipped. Everyone looks forward to Sunday, because it’s the day in which they get to hear Jimin sing.

The pastor’s son is the pride and joy of their community, making every Sunday service even more enjoyable than the last with his beautiful voice. How could people not be absolutely enamored with it? His voice is akin to that of an angel’s. The songs he sings bring people to their feet to worship their Lord together, touching their hearts.

Everyone knows about him; precious Park Jimin, who could do no wrong. The ideal child in every parent’s eyes. He’s sweet and kind to every person he ever meets. Shy and modest, but easy to make friends with. Does well in school and makes his parents proud. He is just perfect in every sense of the word. How could people not notice that about him? They all do. Including those with not so good intentions.

Taehyung and Jungkook have had their eyes on him for a while now. He is just impossible to miss. The town’s sweetest little church boy; God’s favorite follower. Not a single thing about him is flawed. And that entices them. So naturally, they try to get closer.

It starts by hanging out around the church after Sunday’s service is over. Everyone who notices them either quickly looks away or sends them disapproving glances. Taehyung and Jungkook know the reputation they hold after all. Although the evidence is sparse, they all knows it’s them and their group of friends who have vandalized the church so many times, writing unspeakable profanities about their God on the walls in spray paint.

They don’t even acknowledge the looks. They’re here for something else. Their eyes instantly fixate on Jimin as soon as he leaves the church, bowing gleefully at anyone that greets him and compliments his singing for that service. It’s easy to see that the blush spreading across his cheeks is both from shyness, but also content. He’s bashful about the words, but they also make him preen. The boys take quick notice of that.

“Do you think he likes being praised?” Jungkook wonders out loud, ripping a couple leaves from the tree they’re sitting under, eyes still carefully trained on Jimin’s every move. Taehyung hums.

“Probably just as much as he likes praising his God.”

Sunday mornings are usually days in which Taehyung and Jungkook sleep in to nurse their hangovers from the previous night, but for a while now, their schedule had taken a turn. Now, on Sunday mornings they take casual strolls around the church, ears carefully listening out to pick up on the sound of Jimin’s melodic voice traveling through the windows. The words sound as if they pass all the way through his heart before escaping his mouth. He sings with nothing but pure love for his Lord. Taehyung wants to hear that voice cry and worship his name instead.

It’s not long. Just a few weeks of observing, trying to learn all the ways in which Jimin moves. But it’s hard. Taehyung wants to wait it out. To make sure he’ll have Jimin in the palm of his hand by the end of it, melting into it like sugar. Patience has never been Jungkook’s forte though.

“I want him, hyung.” He whines like a brat every single time they have to sit and watch from afar. Jungkook wants to touch, to grip, to ravish, to break. But not yet.

“Just a little longer.”

The first time they speak to him, their hunger for the boy only grows more insatiable. Jimin sat behind to talk to some of his friends from the choir, organizing a practice meeting for the next week. Jungkook and Taehyung take it as an invitation to finally approach when they see him being the last to leave, all alone.

“You want to join in for the service?” The boy asks them timidly, repeating what they had just told him.

“Yeah.” Jungkook responds, a mischievous smile plastered across his face as his eyes run over the other’s body with seemingly no shame. “We’ve been wanting to join for a while now.”

“Oh!” Jimin’s cherry-colored lips curl into an innocent smile, eyes gleaming with excitement, just as they always do whenever someone shows interest in their church. Always so eager to meet new people that share the same love for God as him. “We would love to have you! Our service starts every Sunday at nine.” He gives them a cheery smile, his previous nervousness from being approached by two visibly large and intimidating men diminishing quickly. “Our community is lovely. And we have snacks too! I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“If we get to see you there, I’m sure we will as well.” Taehyung’s lips curl into a lazy smile, eyes gazing into Jimin’s, that seem to sparkle when he looks at the boys in front of him. So gullible. So unaware. Just perfect.

Jimin should be more wary. He should know who the good and the bad people of this town are. But his heart is too big. He could never think badly of someone. Anyone can be good in his eyes. If he treats them kindly, then they’ll do the same in return, right? That’s what his parents always taught him. Kindness is never wasted. Treat others the way you wish to be treated. Give everyone a fair chance. The only one who should have the power to judge is God. So, unlike most of his community that would’ve sent the two boys away, he welcomes them instead. Just like they knew he would.

Jungkook and Taehyung never thought there would come a day in which they’d spend their Sunday mornings in church. And yet, here they are. They sit to the side, easily concealed for anyone that’s not looking to spot them. But Jimin is. He looks happy to see them, if the wave he sends their way is anything to go by. His innocence is becoming a little too hard to bear for Taehyung and Jungkook’s twisted wishes of tainting it. They need to have their hands on him and they don’t know how much longer they can wait.

Jimin’s voice sounds even more angelic from up close. Having heard it from outside the church pales in comparison. He sings beautifully, words ripping straight from his heart, taking everyone’s breath away. They’ve all got their eyes on him. They look at him with adoration in their eyes. Taehyung and Jungkook look at him with nothing but lust in theirs.

“Name above all names,

Worthy of all praise,

My heart will sing

How great is our God.”

Taehyung can feel himself grow hard in his pants.

When the song is over, Jimin retreats quietly. Usually, he would sit up front with the rest of his friends. But today, he decides to find them instead, taking the open seat between Taehyung and Jungkook, smiling sheepishly at them. Jungkook traps his piercing between his front teeth when he bites on his lower lip, eyes running over the entirety of Jimin’s body. He looks so tiny between them. They could so effortlessly cover him entirely. No one would even see them so far in the back. It would be so easy.

“What did you think?” Jimin asks in a hushed voice, not wanting to speak too loudly over the sound of his father’s preaching echoing throughout the church, but too impatient to hear what the other two think of the service. Of his singing.

“You sound just like an angel, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung murmurs and places a careful hand on the boy’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jungkook leans in close to join in on the hushed exchange of words. “I could listen to you sing all day.” His own hand travels down to his side, settling on Jimin’s other thigh, tattooed fingers pressing into pillowy skin, wanting nothing more than to squeeze down hard until bruises in the shape of his fingertips start to form. But for now, he settles on a warm touch instead.

Jimin flushes from his neck to the tips of his ears. Looking down, his breath hitches in his throat when he takes notice of how big the hands resting on both his legs look. Their fingers expand across the entirety of his thighs. He holds in a squeak when instead of moving them away, their hands stay put. He spends the rest of the service with butterflies flapping wildly through his stomach.

They keep on threading carefully, gaining Jimin’s trust day by day. People have started to find out about the boys’ newfound fascination with the pastor’s son and they warned him to be careful. Those two are nothing but trouble, is what they would all tell him. They don’t hold God in their hearts. They don’t belong in our church. Jimin would always just shake his head at their words.

“God loves all of us.”

Taehyung and Jungkook truly doubt that any God up there would still hold some kind of love for them if he knew what their true intentions with his sweetest follower are.

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait, hyung.” Is what Jungkook would say after every service they attended. Turns out they didn’t have to wait much longer.

The church got vandalized once again. This time, surprisingly, it wasn’t by Taehyung and Jungkook’s doing. They were too fixated on Jimin to worry about anything else. It worked out in their favor though, when the boy came to them after yet another dull Sunday worship with a sad frown etched between his brows. Taehyung takes quick notice of it.

“What’s wrong, angel?” The name never fails to fluster Jimin, his cheeks blossoming into a crimson blush whenever the other uses it.

“Someone spray painted the back entrance again.” His shoulders slump, lips set into an adorable pout that makes Jungkook want to lean forward and tug on them with his teeth until they’re swollen and bruised.

“Sounds awful, Mimi.” Jungkook fakes concern, not even bating an eye at his sheer hypocrisy. He’s spray painted that exact same spot more times than he can remember.

“It is! They wrote such nasty words, Kookie.” He looks genuinely upset by the idea of bad words being associated with his precious God. It’s sort of endearing. “I promised daddy I would go later in the evening to help cover it up.”

It only takes Taehyung a short second before he suggests. “We could always help you.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten up when he hears the words. “Really? You would do that?”

“Of course, precious.” Jungkook nods along, sharing a knowing look with Taehyung. “We’d love to help.”

Tonight, their waiting finally comes to an end.

It’s unusual to see Jimin dressed in anything but his church clothes. He’s wearing a hoodie and light washed jeans that hug his ass beautifully. Jungkook wants to take him now, right here, on the church’s front steps, for anyone to see and hear. Taehyung, as always, is the more level headed one out of the two.

“You look lovely, Mimi.” His compliment flusters Jimin, a small squeak escaping from the back of his throat in response. For someone who loves compliments so much, it’s fascinating to see how hard it is for him to accept them.

“Beautiful.” Jungkook nods in agreement, a careful hand splaying across the lower expanse of Jimin’s back.

The smaller clears his throat, taking another second to gather himself before he speaks up. “Thank you so much for helping. I’m forever grateful.”

Taehyung smiles at him. Jungkook’s hand runs up and down his spine in a comforting manner. The touch pushes Jimin closer into his body. He looks so small by Jungkook’s side. Taehyung’s eyes darken as he takes in how beautiful Jimin molds next to the other. It’s almost as if he was meant to stand next to them. Small and meek underneath their touch. His jaw starts to ache from how hard he’s been gritting his teeth. His self-control is running sparse.

“Anything for you, precious.”

They make quick work of gathering everything they need, paint rollers and a bucket of white paint sitting at their feet as Jimin looks over the ugly words written in red across the walls. His face seems to fall the more he looks at it, a sad frown deepening the creases in his forehead.

“May God forgive them.” He whispers quietly, before getting to work.

It’s so hard for them to take their eyes off of Jimin and focus on the task at hand. How could they focus knowing that tonight is the night in which they finally get to have their way with him? After well over a month of waiting, they get to ruin the innocence they’ve been admiring all this time. Jimin is too pure for mere sinners like them, and yet all they want to do is defile him with their dirty hands.

Jungkook is good the entire time. Despite how hard it is for him not to drop everything he’s doing just to slam Jimin against the wall and kiss him breathless, he’s been holding out well. But that restraint that’s been slowly running thin finally snaps when Jimin takes off his hoodie, left in a simple white shirt. His clothes are usually loose. It’s hard to make out the shapes and curves of his body through them. But this shirt is tight around his torso. And that’s when both boys stop everything they’re doing and just stare.

Tits. Jungkook’s eyes zero in on the sight before him. His chest is modestly sized, but definitely big enough for him to be able to cup easily. Taehyung’s own eyes seem to bulge out of their sockets when he takes notice of them. Not once did they take into consideration the possibility of Jimin having boobs. It sparks an even filthier desire inside of them. And the thin string of sanity they had been clinging onto finally snaps.

“Why don’t I help you with that.” Jungkook steps closer, taking a hold of Jimin’s hoodie to put away. In his calculated clumsiness, he spills the bucket of paint over, making the other gasp and quickly pull away, stepping over his own feet as he trips and falls to the ground.

“Oh, Mimi!” Taehyung surges forward in fake concern, arms quickly wrapping around his waist from the back. If Jimin feels the way his hands subtly squeeze over his chest, he doesn’t say anything. He only cries out in pain at the way his ankle twisted in his fall, small hands clutching at it as if that’s going to alleviate the pain. “You poor thing. Let me take you inside so we can take a closer look.”

All the boy can do is whimper pitifully as Taehyung picks him up in his arms, carrying him with ease inside the church. Looking back, Jimin spots Jungkook trailing closely behind. He expected the other to look apologetic, but instead he finds that his eyes are dark, menacing even, as they stare Jimin down. They make his breath catch in his throat before he quickly looks away.

Placing him carefully on one of the wooden benches in the front, Taehyung tuts as he takes in the sight of Jimin’s pants that are now soaked in white paint at the ankles. “We’ll have to take these off before they dry on your skin.”

“B-But I don’t have anything underneath.” He stutters, looking at Taehyung puzzled. He can’t get naked in church. The humiliation of it would quite literally kill him.

“Listen to Tae, baby.” Jungkook’s body plops down next to his, fingers lifting Jimin’s chin so he would look him in the eye. “Be good.”

Jimin is taken aback by the authority in his words, but he’s still too stunned to question it, only looking down at their hands in disbelief as they start working together to undress him carefully. Jungkook’s hands are placed on his hips, easily lifting him up as Taehyung undoes the zipper of his jeans, sliding them down his legs, making Jimin’s skin prickle with goosebumps. He whines out a soft “no” that falls upon deaf ears when he finds himself plopped down onto Jungkook’s lap, his cheeks heating up and deepening in color, hiding his face in his hands. He feels so exposed.

“Let’s take a look, yeah?” Taehyung’s voice is sweet, talking to Jimin as if he were just a child.

His hands take a hold of his left ankle, carefully trying to move it around to see if it hurts. Jimin whimpers, trying to pull away when he twists it in a way that makes the pain flare up, but Jungkook’s arms are still wrapped around his waist, holding him tight and hushing him. He presses a longing kiss to the side of Jimin’s head that makes the other squirm in his place. The boys are being too touchy with him. In any other circumstance, Jimin would’ve liked the gentleness of the attention he’s receiving, but right now all the emotions do is overwhelm him instead.

“Hurts.” He whines, fingers weakly gripping onto Jungkook’s wrists from where he’s resting his hands on Jimin’s belly.

Taehyung coos at him gently. “You poor thing. How can we make it better?”

His hand runs up across the soft skin of Jimin’s leg, gently massaging it. Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels Jungkook’s thumbs starting to rub circles into his skin, trailing further and further up his body until they stop just underneath his chest. His chin rests on top of Jimin’s head.

“C-Can you just take me home? Please?” He sniffles, looking down at how Taehyung’s touch seems to only trail further up his leg until it reaches the crook of his knee.

“Home?” Jungkook questions, having had enough of the coy act. He lets his hands work to their own wishes, coming up to rest on top of Jimin’s chest, cupping his tits in his palms, making the other let out a startled gasp. “But we just got here.”

“Can’t t-touch there.” Jimin whimpers weakly, trying to squirm away but to no use. He’s easily overpowered by Jungkook’s strong touch, his big frame swallowing Jimin’s smaller one up.

“Oh? Why not? Doesn’t it feel nice?” Jungkook’s voice is sugary sweet in his ear, speaking to him gently, but treating him roughly, hands squeezing and massaging his tits. Jimin quickly shakes his head, biting on his bottom lip in distress. His mother always said no one was supposed to touch there. That was one of his no-no zones. Why would Jungkook touch there when he’s not supposed to?

“T-Taetae,” He looks up with tears brimming his eyes at the boy that’s still crouched by his feet. “I-I wanna go home.”

He hopes the other will understand. That he’ll see the distress in Jimin’s eyes and tell Jungkook to stop. Then, he’ll take him home and everything will be okay. But where there was previously warmth in Taehyung’s eyes, he now finds no trace of that. Instead, they darken, narrowing onto Jimin’s face as he leans closer, parting his knees to make room for his body to rest between. Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat at the way he’s being manhandled from both ends.

“You can’t go home yet, Mimi.” His hands run up his thighs, all the way to his hips, where his fingers hook underneath the waistband of his underwear, letting it snap teasingly against his skin. “We just wanna play with you a little first.”

Jimin gasps out loud when his legs are hitched up so that his knees get pushed towards his chest, quickly shaking his head from side to side. “I-I don’t wanna p-play, Taetae, puh-please…”

“But we haven’t even told you about our game yet.” Jungkook tuts disapprovingly, helping Taehyung by holding Jimin’s knees up against his chest, the smaller boy’s body leaning entirely against Jungkook now, completely under his control. “You have to be patient.”

All of Jimin’s thoughts get swept away when one of Taehyung’s long fingers runs gently down the front of his underwear that is completely exposed to him. But one finger doesn’t seem to be enough for him, so he switches to using two instead, fingertips pressing into Jimin’s folds through the material that stands in the way. Both of his no-no zones, being invaded by hands that do not belong to him, all at the same time. Jimin starts to feel a little nauseous.

“N-Not there, please!” He cries out, a first tear escaping his eye and trailing down his cheek. Jungkook coos in his ear, leaning closer to catch it with his lips in a tender kiss.

“Shhh,” Taehyung gently shushes him, “you’re okay, sweetheart. Unlike Jungkookie over here, I won’t be mean, so I’ll tell you all about our little game, yeah?” He leans closer to place a kiss over Jimin’s knee, his whole palm now cupping him through his underwear, the warmth of it making the boy’s eyes well up with even more tears. “All you have to do,” He speaks, eyes trained on Jimin’s flushed face, “is listen to everything we say. We just wanna make you feel good, Mimi. And if you let us do that, then you can go home.” He gives him a wide toothy grin, watching as Jungkook’s lips trail down to Jimin’s ear, gently biting on the lob of it. “What do you say?”

“Not s-supposed to touch there.” Jimin whispers, eyes glazed over when he feels Taehyung’s fingers massage his most sensitive parts. The other tilts his head.

“Here?” He emphasizes by pressing down on what he hopes to be Jimin’s clit, smiling when the other’s face completely crumbles, the sudden lick of pleasure taking him by surprise. “Why not, sweetheart? See how good that felt? You’re supposed to touch to make yourself feel nice. We can do that for you.”

Although Taehyung thought his mind games were twisted enough already, Jungkook doesn’t fail to stoop even lower, hitting Jimin right where he knows it’ll hurt. “You have to be good for us. Only good boys go to heaven, Jimin-ah. Do you think God would want to see you being bad?”

Jimin instantly starts to cry, face scrunching up as he shakes his head, tiny fingers gripping onto Jungkook’s forearms. “I-I’m not bad!”

“Of course you’re not, angel.” Taehyung presses even more kisses to every exposed part of his legs that he can reach. “You’re good. The best boy. And you’re going to be good for us, right?”

Jimin is so confused. He doesn’t know why Taehyung and Jungkook are doing this to him. Why they’re touching him where no one ever has before and insist upon doing so. All he knows is that he needs to be good. If not for them, then at least in the eyes of his savior. He can take it. He can let them play with him. They said it was supposed to feel nice, right? If it means he gets to stay good in God’s eyes, then he can do that. He nods his head slowly.

“I-I’ll try.” He sniffles.

The boys holding his body hostage in their greedy hands exchange a hungry look. Finally. They have him right where they want him. Jimin is all theirs to defile and ruin, to break and ravish. Where do they even begin?

“Good boy.” Taehyung whispers in glee, reaching once more for the waistband of his underwear, this time hooking his fingers underneath it and lowering it down his legs. “Let’s take these off, yeah?”

Jimin squirms in discomfort, Jungkook’s hold on his body only constricting further. He can’t get himself to let go. After pining over Jimin for so long, he feels that if he lets go, he’s going to vanish. And he can’t let that happen. Not before he gets to sink his cock inside of him and carve a space in there just for himself. He growls possessively, tilting Jimin’s head to the side as he starts lathering kisses across the column of his neck and Taehyung stuffs his panties deep inside the back pocket of his jeans. Jimin’s legs part against his own will again, shying away from the sight of Taehyung ogling at his exposed pussy, the dim light inside the church making it hard to see, but it’s enough to have his mouth watering.

Jungkook’s fingers grip Jimin’s chin roughly, turning his head to crush their lips together, catching him in an unexpected kiss. It’s pretty clear Jimin’s never been kissed before. He doesn’t move his lips, too stunned to do so, only gasps slightly when Jungkook bites down painfully on his lower one, which he takes advantage of, slipping his tongue inside his mouth, trying to guide Jimin into a messy kiss. They’re more like wet tastes rather than kisses, but they stir the fire inside Jungkook’s belly and make his cock chub up against Jimin’s back.

Suddenly, Jimin’s legs get thrown over strong shoulders and the last thing he hears before his last bit of composure gets thrown out the window is a hoarse whisper of a curse word. “A-ah!” He yelps in Jungkook’s mouth, breaking their kiss apart. He starts trembling in his hold, head lolling back against the other’s shoulder as his whole body tingles in ways he never would have imagined possible. His cheeks are wet with tears and his chin is dripping with saliva from his and Jungkook’s kiss.

“Does it feel nice, baby?” Jungkook rasps, reaching down to brush Taehyung’s hair off his forehead so he can get a clearer view. “You like how Taetae is eating out your pretty little cunnie?”

Jimin cries out, thrashing in their hold, but the boys hold him down with ease. Taehyung sucks his clit into his mouth, Jimin’s high pitched screams only growing louder. If he’s already crying from this, Taehyung is eager to see how he’s going to take the rest of their little game.

“T-That’s dirty.” Jimin shakes his head, trying to close his thighs around Taehyung’s head, but they quickly get pushed apart by strong hands.

“It’s not dirty, sweetheart.” Jungkook’s fingers slip underneath his shirt, swiftly lifting it up and off his body, holding his limp arms up in order to do so. His hands instantly cup over his tits, fingers twisting his pink little nipples between them. “How could something dirty feel so good, hm?”

It’s not long until Jimin cums with a loud wail. He’s so sensitive, so inexperienced that even the slightest attention to his pussy could tip him over the edge in no time. He’s confused when it happens, keeps on trying to pull away, to tell Taehyung that something’s wrong through multiple cries and hiccups, but the other is simply unstoppable. He drinks in all of Jimin’s wetness, plunging his tongue inside of his tight hole, which is exactly what throws him into an unexpected orgasm. His slickness gushes down Taehyung’s tongue and he’s insatiable, completely addicted to the taste of it. He could probably do this for hours on end. He wonders if Jimin could take it.

“That’s a good boy.” Jungkook whispers, sucking deep purplish bruises into Jimin’s skin, hands still roughly fondling his tits. Taehyung’s mouth glistens when he pulls back, licking at his own lips greedily. Jimin’s legs slump and almost fall off his shoulders, the orgasm rendering him powerless. And they barely just got started…

Taehyung’s eyes follow Jungkook’s hand as it trails down Jimin’s stomach, only to run through his folds, making the boy jolt from oversensitivity. Trailing a finger through the wet messiness, he doesn’t hesitate before he lets it slip inside of him, which makes the poor baby’s eyes snap back open, mouth parting to let out a pained whimper.

“H-Hurts.” He stutters. Admittedly, Jungkook hadn’t been the gentlest. He’s not used to taking his time in claiming someone’s body. If he wants something, he’s going to get it. And he wants to be knuckle deep inside of Jimin yesterday.

“Jungkookie is a little eager, isn’t he, angel?” Taehyung caresses over his inner thighs and grins when they tremble underneath his touch. “He’s waited a very long time for this. You’ll have to forgive him.”

Taehyung’s words get emphasized by Jungkook’s middle finger struggling to fit inside of Jimin’s tight cunt next to his index, carefully prodding at his walls. The way Jimin squeezes around them makes him groan out loud and bury his face in the crook of his neck, deepening the bruises he had already left on there. Taehyung comes to his help when he presses a thumb down on Jimin’s swollen clit, making the boy sob.

“There you go.” He coos gently, finger moving in circles, making Jimin’s toes curl where his legs are still resting over his shoulders. “That feels better now, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook’s fingers start moving steadily in and out of him, although the resistance is still there. He’s practically sucking the digits in, almost as if his pussy doesn’t want to let go of them. Jungkook’s mouth waters at the sight. “Answer Taehyung, Jimin.” He accentuates his words with a punishing thrust, fingers curling upwards inside of him.

“Y-Yes!” Jimin yelps, reaching down to grab weakly at Jungkook’s wrist, only to get his hand peeled off by Taehyung, who brings it up to his lips to press feathery kisses across his fingertips instead. “F-Feels nice, Taetae.”

Taehyung smiles in mischief, teeth biting down playfully on Jimin’s knuckles. He’s just too precious to resist. By the time they get him to cum again, Jungkook is squeezing three fingers inside of him. It’s a tight fit, but the way he’s leaking around the digits definitely makes the slide a lot easier.

Jimin is barely starting to gain feeling back in his limbs when he feels himself get lifted up into strong arms and carried around before he’s placed down onto carpeted floor. His unfocused eyes struggled to take in his surroundings. He’s resting on his knees, front tilted forward so he would lean on his elbows, ass propped up and back arched. With a few more blinks, he starts to realize what’s happening. They’ve sat him on the steps of the altar.

“W-Wrong,” Jimin sniffles, tongue heavy in his mouth. “S’wrong. So wrong.” He knows they shouldn’t be doing this. Not here at least. Not in a place that’s meant for worship. This is sinful. Jimin will feel the shame of this exact moment engrained in his memory for the rest of his life.

“It’s okay, baby. You just do as we said, yeah?” Taehyung shushes him, fingers running through his hair, the touch somewhat easing away some of his nerves. “Listen to us and you’ll be home in no time.” Jimin wants to go home. He wants to be in the comfort of his mother’s arms. How long has it been since he was supposed to be back? She’s probably worried sick.

Jungkook’s eyes are glued to them as he unzips his pants, watching as Taehyung gently cradles Jimin, easing him out of his distress. His cock rests hot and heavy in his hand, palm running up and down the length, squeezing tight around it to take some of the edge off. He groans lowly at the feeling. The thought of getting to be buried to the hilt inside of Jimin’s sweet cunt makes him leak at the tip. He’s waited way too long for this.

“Jungkookie’s going to play with you now, yeah?” Taehyung watches as his friend kneels behind Jimin, taking a hold of the smaller boy’s hips, pulling him closer. “He’ll train you well so that by the end of it, we’ll all be able to play together. You just be good for him.”

Jimin nods weakly, his head leaning into Taehyung’s palm that’s cupping his cheek, stroking over his soft skin. He looks so gorgeous like this. Hair messily splayed over his forehead, lips swollen and bitten raw, bruises lathering the expanse of his neck. Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever witnessed a more beautiful sight in his entire life.

“You’re so pretty.” He smiles, thumbing Jimin’s tears away. “Soft and delicate. Just like a girl.”

Jimin’s eyes droop, but he shakes his head in Taehyung’s hold. “M’not a girl.”

Jungkook rests the tip of his cock at his entrance. “’Course you’re not, Mimi.” His thumb rubs in circles over his hip when he slowly lets himself ease inside. “You’re our good little boy.”

The screams are loud and they bounce off the church’s walls. Jimin instantly starts wailing, trying to pull away, but both Taehyung and Jungkook hold him down, with gentle coos and countless praises. He doesn’t think he can take it, not when it burns like that. He doesn’t know what Jungkook is doing to him, but it hurts even worse than his fingers had before. Jimin wishes it could feel good like Taehyung’s tongue did.

“Fuck!” Jungkook throws his head back, hips thrusting forward, slipping another couple inches inside of Jimin. “Your tight little cunt takes me so well, angel. Look at you.”

The praise makes Jimin’s cries turn into soft whimpers, only hiccupping and trying to breathe through it all. Taehyung said it would feel good. He trusts Taehyung. He wouldn’t lie to him. He’s just wondering when the part in which he starts to feel good will come.

“He’s quite the sight, isn’t he?” Taehyung agrees, one of his hands reaching down to unbutton his own jeans.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut when Jungkook gives one last thrust forward, his hips flush to his backside, both of them moaning at the feeling. Jimin feels tingly all over. If he tried hard enough, he could probably feel the heaviness of Jungkook resting inside of him all the way in his tummy. With a loud hiss, he pulls out, only to push back in, repeating the same slow movements over and over until Jimin’s pussy stops rejecting the intrusion, walls pulsing around him a lot more welcoming now.

Taehyung tries to gain Jimin’s attention by gently tapping on his cheek. When the boy tries to look up at him with hooded eyes, he lets out a low groan. “You’re going to do something for me now, okay?” All Jimin can do is moan brokenly in response, body jostling forward from yet another powerful thrust from Jungkook. “Open up?” His thumb rests on his bottom lip, pressing down onto it until Jimin’s mouth falls open, saliva already starting to build up at the corners.

Taehyung takes a hold of his aching cock, guiding it steadily inside Jimin’s mouth. He lets the tip of it rest over his tongue. “Suck?” Jimin obeys, like a well-trained puppy, lips wrapping around the bulbous head of Taehyung’s cock, suckling gently, making the other’s head fall back, profanities escaping from his lips. “So good for us, angel.”

Jimin moans weakly, eyes widening slightly when Jungkook’s thrusts start to pick up pace, his knees burning against the carpet as he gets jostled back and forth, Taehyung’s dick sliding further into his mouth, making him gag. The man above him mutters nothing but praises, guiding him lower onto his cock, sliding down his throat, as Jimin struggles not to choke around him. He feels so full from both ends. He wonders if it would even be possible for them to fit more inside of him. He doesn’t think he could take it.

Jungkook’s fingers dig painfully into his hips as he plows into him from behind. From the way Jimin is squeezing around him, he doesn’t think he’ll last much longer. He’s merely a weak man after all. The sight of Jimin on his knees on the stairs of the altar, getting defiled by their cocks on both ends, is an image more sinful than Jungkook ever thought possible. His thrusts turn messy, too eager to hold a steady rhythm. He needs to cum, to paint his insides white and soil him completely. Wants to see it leak out only for him to push it back in over and over again and then fill him up some more. Forever tainted by their hands and their cocks.

Jimin’s eyes are brimmed with fresh tears, face scrunching up as he struggles to take all of Taehyung. He’d been struggling to even take him halfway; it’s simply too much for his small mouth to handle. But he’s still forced to. The heavy cock inside his cunt still thrusts powerfully. His knees start to get weak, body tingling once more. Taehyung didn’t lie to him. He knew he wouldn’t. The first touch of pleasure makes Jimin’s eyes roll in the back of his head.

There are certain spots that make him see stars. Jungkook keeps on grazing them, drawing him closer and closer to yet another release. He wants it so bad. To feel good again. They promised they would make him feel good. Trying to mimic the same way in which Taehyung’s fingers had previously moved, he reaches down for his swollen clit, rubbing at it weakly, whining around the length lodged down his throat.

The sight of Jimin pleasuring himself is what finally tips Jungkook over the edge. Sweet and pure Jiminie, touching himself in such a sinful way, only for their eyes to see. A growl rips from his chest before his hips start to stutter, sending both him and Jimin into a powerful orgasm, the squeeze of his walls trapping Jungkook’s cock as he cums hard and deep inside of him.

Taehyung pulls out of his mouth and cradles Jimin’s head carefully so it doesn’t slump to the ground. With a gritted curse, Jungkook finally wills himself to pull out, watching as his cum slowly starts to trickle out of the boy’s abused hole. They both ogle at the sight. Jimin is flipped over onto his back faster than he can blink. When his eyes do finally start to open again, Taehyung is hovering above him.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He leans down to slot their lips together, the kiss messy and wet from the beginning, Jimin’s tongue too heavy in his mouth to be able to move right now. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind. “It’s my turn now, yeah? We’ll have a little game of our own.”

Jimin whines in protest. He doesn’t think he could possibly handle another game like that. His legs are still trembling so hard from his previous orgasm. But they still fall open to make room for Taehyung’s body. His hole aches and his clit throbs, wailing when he gets thrusted into once more. While Jungkook’s cock was longer, Taehyung is a lot girthier and Jimin struggles to fit him inside of his already stretched out pussy. He doesn’t think he could possibly accommodate his length. But he still tries his best to.

A pair of lips attach to one of his nipples. Looking down, he sees Jungkook eagerly sucking on it, making him moan weakly. He’s so exhausted. He just wants to sleep. His eyes can barely stay open anymore. Letting his head fall back, he glances above him at the cross hanging on the wall. He feels a fresh wave of tears spill down his cheeks. He had to be good. There was no other choice. He prays his sins will be forgiven.

When Taehyung starts picking up pace, jostling Jimin’s body back and forth, his throat begins feeling raw and scratchy from all the crying and screaming he’s been doing. But the noises won’t stop leaving his mouth. He easily quiets down when there’s something pressing against his lips though.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to grow hard again. The sight of Taehyung fucking into Jimin’s small body, pushing his cum back inside of him, was enough, his previously spent cock plumping up again in no time. He rests on his knees next to Jimin’s head, letting the tip of his cock run across his lips, spreading his precum on them like shiny lipgloss. The other licks over them, making Jungkook lose all control as he pushes forward inside his mouth, easily sliding down his throat in one go.

Slowly, all three of them find a rhythm in which they can work together. Jungkook gags Jimin on his cock and tugs on his hair painfully while Taehyung thrusts inside of him slowly, whispering nothing but words of praise. The contrast between the way they’re treating him makes Jimin dizzy.

One of Taehyung’s fingers reaches down for Jimin’s hole. It’s too tight for him to even attempt to slip another finger in there and the other seems to think the same by his loud whine of protest. “Not now, angel.” Taehyung nods, settling on rubbing over his clit instead. “You’ll learn to take us both eventually. All in good time.”

Jimin cries, his pussy sore and throbbing from the pleasure Taehyung is trying to force out of him. After three orgasms he truly doubts he’ll be able to have another, but Taehyung seems adamant on it, not willing to stop until he sees Jimin come apart before him one last time. And what Taehyung wants, Jimin struggles to give.

It’s through exhausted cries and filthy gurgles that he sees white for the last time, the cock in his mouth pulling out just so he can scream, back arching off the ground, his whole body trembling. Both boys moan lewdly at the sight, Taehyung’s thrusts turning sloppy as he spills inside of Jimin. Jungkook strokes himself fast, painting Jimin’s face in ribbons of white as he cums for the second time with a grunt. All that’s left is the sound of their loud breathing echoing around the church.

The sight of Jimin like this is something they want to engrain in their memory forever. Eyes glazed over as he struggles to hold them open, completely cock drunk with cum splattered across his face, throat and chest covered in splotchy red and purple bruises. His legs won’t stop trembling, slumping down weakly when Taehyung finally pulls out, his release combined with Jungkook’s gushing steadily out of his abused hole. He wishes he could reach down and toy with him some more, push the cum back inside of him, but he knows it would be too much for the boy to handle. He doesn’t wish to break him entirely. Not for now, at least.

With a light pat against his cheek, Jimin tries to focus on the faces looming above him. They smile at him, seemingly happy. That must mean Jimin did good. He was good for them if he made them happy. That’s all he could’ve ever wished for.

“Playtime’s over, puppy.” Taehyung’s sweet voice lulls Jimin into a well-deserved slumber, eyes drooping as he listens to him speak, the sight of them above him being the last thing he remembers before completely knocking out. “Time to go home.”