Jungkook and Y/n had been trying for a baby for months. The tests kept coming back negative. Jungkook, soft-eyed and earnest, had suggested they see his old friend Jimin—Dr. Park, the best gynecologist in the city. “He’s careful. He’ll know what to do,” Jungkook had said, squeezing her hand like a boy who still believed doctors fixed everything with gentle words and clean instruments.

Y/n had agreed. She always did. She smiled the way a good wife should.

Jimin’s private examination room smelled of antiseptic and something warmer underneath. The table was tilted, stirrups waiting. A thin white curtain hung from a rail above the table, ready to drape across a patient’s midsection so the husband could sit at the head and hold her hand while the doctor worked below.

“Just a thorough internal check,” Jimin said, voice calm, professional. His eyes lingered a fraction too long on Y/n’s mouth. “We’ll see if everything’s receptive. Sometimes the uterus needs a little… encouragement.”

Jungkook nodded, completely trusting. He helped Y/n onto the table, kissed her forehead, and settled on the stool by her head. His fingers laced through hers. “I’m right here, baby. Just breathe.”

Y/n lifted her hips so the nurse (who then left) could drape the sheet and position the curtain. From the waist up she was still his wife—soft sweater, flushed cheeks, wedding ring glinting. From the waist down she was bare, legs spread wide in the stirrups, cunt already glistening under the bright exam light. The curtain cut the room in half. Jungkook could see only her face. Jimin could see everything else.

“Alright, Y/N,” Jimin’s voice came, smooth and clinical. “I’m going to begin the external examination first. Just a visual inspection and some gentle palpation. Breathe normally for me.”

She felt his gloved fingers part her outer lips, spreading her open. A soft, almost appreciative hum left him.

“Hmm. Healthy coloration. Labia are well-formed… quite pretty, actually. Pink and soft. No signs of irritation.” His thumb stroked along her slit, collecting the wetness that was already gathering. “You’re producing a good amount of natural lubrication. That’s excellent for conception purposes.”

Jungkook leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead. “See? Everything looks good so far. You’re doing so well.”

Y/N’s thighs trembled. Jimin’s fingers were lingering longer than necessary, rubbing slow circles around her clit under the pretense of checking sensitivity.

“I’m going to insert the speculum now,” Jimin continued. “It may feel a little cold and stretchy. Try to relax your pelvic floor.”

The metal jaws pressed against her entrance and began to open her wide. Y/N bit her lip, exhaling sharply through her nose. The stretch burned in the best way. Jungkook’s thumb stroked over her knuckles.

“You’re okay,” he whispered. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

Jimin clicked the speculum into place, locking her open. She could feel his eyes on her fully exposed cunt—pink, dripping, clenching around nothing.

“Cervix looks healthy,” he said, voice a fraction thicker now. “I’m going to take a swab and then proceed with the internal assessment. This next part may cause some mild discomfort. Deep breaths.”

Something cool and slender slid inside her— a tool, she told herself. Just a tool. It pressed against her walls, twisting, prodding. Then it withdrew. Another instrument followed, thicker. She felt it stretch her a little more.

Jimin’s breathing had changed. She could hear it. Controlled, but heavier.

“Y/N… your vaginal canal is remarkably tight for someone who’s been trying to conceive. Elasticity is excellent. Walls are soft and warm.” His gloved fingers replaced the tool, two of them sliding in easily thanks to how wet she was. He curled them, pressing against her front wall. “G-spot response is strong. That’s very good for fertility protocols.”

Y/N’s hips twitched. A tiny, involuntary moan tried to escape. She swallowed it down and forced a pained little sound instead, squeezing Jungkook’s hand tighter.

“It hurts a little,” she whispered, playing her part.

Jungkook immediately leaned closer, voice soft and earnest. “I know, baby. I’m right here. Squeeze as hard as you need. You’re so brave.”

Behind the curtain, Jimin’s fingers pumped slowly, wet sounds filling the quiet room. He added a third finger, stretching her open, scissoring inside her.

“I’m going to begin the therapeutic insemination phase now,” Jimin said, and his voice had dropped into something lower, rougher. “This is a specialized procedure. It requires direct delivery of seminal fluid to the cervix and uterine entrance for maximum chance of pregnancy. There will be pressure… and some fullness. It may feel intense.”

Y/N’s heart hammered. She knew. She fucking knew what was coming, and her cunt clenched greedily around his fingers.

The fingers withdrew. She heard the soft rustle of clothing, the sound of a belt, a zipper. Then the blunt, hot, meaty head of a cock pressed against her stretched entrance.

Jimin’s voice stayed carefully professional. “I’m aligning the delivery instrument now. You’ll feel a significant stretch. Breathe through it.”

He pushed in.

Thick. Hard. Burning. Real. Not a tool. A thick, veiny cock sliding into her married cunt while her husband held her hand and murmured sweet things.

Y/N’s eyes flew wide. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, forcing a sharp, pained gasp instead of the moan that wanted to rip out of her throat.

“Ah—! It… it hurts—”

Jungkook’s face crumpled with sympathy. He kissed her temple, stroked her hair. “Shh, I know. I know it does. You’re doing so good. Just a little more, baby. Jimin’s being careful.”

Jimin sank another inch deeper, then another, until his hips were flush against her ass and every thick inch of him was buried inside her. She could feel the heavy weight of his balls against her. He was bigger than Jungkook—thicker, longer—and he was throbbing inside her like he was already close.

Y/n’s mind was a filthy loop. He’s inside me. Jungkook’s best friend is balls-deep in my married cunt while my husband holds my hand and thinks I’m being examined. I can feel every vein. He’s so much thicker. I’m dripping all over the table. If Jungkook lifted that curtain he’d see his wife getting fucked like a whore.

“Full insertion achieved,” Jimin said, voice strained. “Beginning the first deposit sequence. There may be rhythmic pressure as the fluid is released.”

He pulled back and thrust in hard.

Y/N’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Her free hand flew up to cover her own lips. Jungkook mistook the motion for pain and held her tighter.

“I’ve got you. Breathe with me. In… and out…”

Jimin started fucking her in earnest. Deep, wet, filthy strokes. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, barely muffled by the curtain. Every thrust punched a soft, broken sound out of her that she desperately tried to twist into pained whimpers.

He fucked her harder. The wet slap of his hips against her ass filled the room. Precome and her own slick mixed and ran down onto the paper sheet. Y/n’s cunt fluttered and clenched, greedy. She wanted to moan. She wanted to beg him to wreck her. Instead she squeezed Jungkook’s hand and let tears gather at the corners of her eyes so he would keep believing she was suffering for their future baby.

“It—ah—hurts so much,” she gasped, eyes glassy, tears of overwhelmed pleasure gathering at the corners. Her cunt was fluttering, sucking at Jimin’s cock like it never wanted to let go.

Jimin’s gloved hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he pounded into her. “That’s normal. The pressure helps open the cervix for optimal sperm deposition. Stay relaxed for me… good girl.”

The “good girl” slipped out lower, almost a growl. He was losing the act already, hips snapping harder, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her.

Y/N’s toes curled in the stirrups. She was dripping down onto the table, onto Jimin’s balls. The filthy wet sounds of her married pussy being used were so loud she was terrified Jungkook would notice. But he only kept stroking her hair, looking at her with pure, soft concern.

“You’re so strong,” Jungkook whispered. “Just a little longer. He’s almost done with this part, right, Jimin?”

“Almost,” Jimin grunted, slamming in deep and staying there. His cock pulsed. “First deposit… commencing now.”

Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her. Pulse after pulse, painting her insides, flooding her cervix. Y/N’s eyes rolled back. She had to bite her own tongue to keep from coming on the spot. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around the spurting cock, milking every drop.

Jimin stayed buried, grinding in small circles, forcing his cum deeper. “Excellent uptake. The cervix is accepting the sample well. We’ll need multiple deposits for the highest probability of conception.”

He started fucking her again while he was still hard, churning his own cum inside her. The wet squelch was obscene.

Y/N’s voice shook. “Jungkook… it feels so full… it hurts…”

“I know, baby. I know.” Jungkook pressed his forehead to hers, completely oblivious, completely sweet. “I’m so proud of you. We’re gonna have a baby because of this. You’re being so brave for us.”

Jimin’s thrusts grew nastier. He was past pretending to be gentle. He fucked her like a man who had been staring at her pretty cunt for too long and finally snapped. Deep, punishing strokes that forced little broken cries out of her that she desperately tried to disguise as pain.

“Second deposit sequence beginning,” he rasped, slamming in and grinding hard. Another thick load pumped into her, overflowing around his cock and dripping down her ass.

Y/N’s thighs were shaking violently. She was so close to coming it hurt. She dug her nails into Jungkook’s hand and forced herself to whimper instead of moan.

Jimin pulled out with a filthy wet sound. She felt his cum immediately start leaking out of her stretched hole. Then the broad head of his cock was back, pushing in again, using his own mess as lube.

“Third deposit,” he said, almost to himself, and started railing her again.

By the fourth load, Y/N was a mess. Tears streaked her temples. Her nipples were rock-hard under the gown. Her cunt was a ruined, creamy, oversensitive hole that kept spasming every time Jimin bottomed out. She could feel cum leaking out around his cock with every thrust, running down to her asshole.

Jimin was panting openly now. “Final primary deposit… take it. Take all of it for the baby.”

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hips jerking, flooding her with so much cum it forced its way out in thick white rivulets. Y/N’s orgasm crashed through her at the same time. She bit down on Jungkook’s shoulder through his shirt to muffle the broken, ecstatic cry, shaking violently in the stirrups while her pussy convulsed around the cock that wasn’t her husband’s.

Jungkook held her through it, mistaking the violent trembling for pain and relief.

“It’s over, baby. It’s over. You did it. I’m so proud of you.”

Jimin slowly pulled out. A heavy gush of cum followed, splattering onto the table. He was quiet for a long moment, catching his breath. Then he stepped back, removing his gloves with a soft snap.

Y/N lay there wrecked, gown half-open, thighs trembling, pussy gaping and overflowing with another man’s cum while her husband kissed her forehead like she was the bravest woman in the world.

Jungkook looked toward the curtain, voice soft and hopeful.

“Is… is it done? Did it work? Is she going to be pregnant?”

There was a pause.

Then Jimin’s voice, no longer clinical, came from the other side—low, amused, and dark.

“Ask her yourself, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s expression shifted. The soft, innocent concern melted away into something warmer, sharper, knowing. He looked down at Y/N with a small, wicked smile that made her stomach flip.

“Did you enjoy it, baby?” he asked quietly.

Y/N’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Jungkook reached up and, without warning, yanked the curtain aside.

The full filthy scene was exposed: her legs still spread in the stirrups, pussy red and swollen and dripping thick white cum, Jimin standing between her thighs with his cock still half-hard and shiny with their mixed mess, a satisfied, hungry look on his face.

Jungkook’s voice was soft, almost loving, as he stroked her cheek.

“It was our plan the whole time. Me and Jimin. You’ve been dropping hints for months… the cuckold porn on your phone, the way you get wet talking about being watched, about being used in front of me. The exhibitionism. The fantasy of me sitting right here while another man fills you up.”

He leaned down and kissed her open mouth, tasting the residual panic and arousal on her tongue.

“I wanted to give it to you. All of it. And now…” His eyes flicked to Jimin, then back to her, dark with heat. “Now we’re going to finish what you started. You’re going to take both of us. Right here. On this table. Until you can’t walk straight. Until you’re so full of cum there’s no question whose baby it’ll be.”

Jimin stepped forward again, already stroking his cock back to full hardness, watching her with open hunger.

“Your turn to stop pretending it hurts, Y/N,” he said roughly. “We both know you came on my cock like a good little breeding slut.”

The curtain stayed up.

Jungkook kept it that way on purpose. He wanted her to see everything. He wanted her to watch his best friend’s cock still half-buried in her married cunt, thick ropes of cum already leaking out around the shaft and dripping onto the paper sheet under her ass. He wanted her to watch while he stripped out of his clothes right beside the examination table, soft and almost shy at first, then hard and leaking the second her eyes locked on him.

“Look at you,” Jungkook murmured, voice low and wondering, like he was still learning how filthy she really was. “Spread open in the stirrups. Curtain up. My friend’s cock plugging all the cum he just pumped into you while I held your hand and told you to be brave. You really are a greedy little breeding slut, aren’t you?”

Y/n’s face burned. Her cunt clenched hard around Jimin’s cock. The movement made more of Jimin’s load spill out in a thick, wet gush. She tried to close her legs; the stirrups wouldn’t let her. Jungkook reached down and gently, almost tenderly, stroked two fingers through the mess between her thighs, then lifted them to her mouth.

“Clean it. Taste what he left in you.”

She opened. Jungkook pushed the cum-slick fingers onto her tongue. She sucked. Salty, heavy, unmistakably Jimin. Jungkook watched her throat work and smiled that soft, almost innocent smile that made the degradation hit harder.

“Good girl. Swallow every drop. You’re going to swallow a lot more before we’re done.”

Jimin finally pulled out with a wet, filthy sound. A heavy rope of cum followed, sliding down her folds and pooling under her. He stood between her spread legs, cock still hard, shiny with her and his own release, and looked at Jungkook like they were deciding how to carve her up.

“She’s dripping already,” Jimin said, clinical and filthy at the same time. “We should keep the cervix coated. Multiple deposits. Higher chance she takes.”

Jungkook nodded. “Do it. I want her so full it leaks every time she walks for a week.”

He climbed onto the table carefully, straddling the narrow space above her head so his cock hung right over her face. The head was already wet. He brushed it across her lips once, twice, then rested the heavy length along her cheek.

“Open. You’re going to keep my cock warm while Jimin fucks another load into you. And you’re going to thank him for breeding your married cunt in front of me.”

Y/n’s mouth opened on a broken sound. Jungkook fed her his cock slowly, watching her lips stretch around the thick head, then the shaft. He didn’t thrust yet. Just rested deep on her tongue, one hand stroking her hair the same gentle way he had when he thought she was only being examined.

“That’s it. Keep it wet for me. Good little cocksleeve.”

Jimin pushed back in without warning. One long, brutal stroke that forced a muffled gag around Jungkook’s cock. Y/n’s eyes watered. Jimin set a deep, punishing rhythm immediately, hands gripping the insides of her thighs, holding her wide open in the stirrups while he fucked every inch of the cum already inside her even deeper.

“Listen to that cunt,” Jimin said, voice rough now. “Squelching. Filthy. She was made for this. All those months of soft husband cock and she still opens like a whore the second a real dick is in her.”

Jungkook’s hips gave a small, involuntary rock, pushing a little deeper into her throat. “She is a whore. My whore. Look at her taking it. She came in here for a check-up and now she’s getting bred on the exam table with her legs locked open. Tell him thank you, baby. Tell Jimin thank you for filling your cunt while I watch.”

Y/n tried. The words came out wet and broken around the cock in her mouth. “Th-thank you… thank you for fucking me… for breeding me in front of my husband…”

Jimin groaned and drove in harder. The table creaked. Cum and slick sprayed with every thrust, painting the insides of her thighs and the paper sheet. He reached down and slapped her clit lightly, then harder, until she jerked and moaned around Jungkook’s cock.

“She’s going to come on my cock,” Jimin said. “While you’re still in her throat. Look at her face. She’s already close. Little exhibitionist slut can’t even hide it anymore.”

Jungkook leaned forward so he could watch her face while he fucked her mouth in shallow, steady strokes. “Come then. Come on your husband’s best friend’s cock like the breeding bitch you are. Let him feel how hard that married cunt squeezes when it gets used properly.”

Y/n broke. Her orgasm ripped through her in long, shaking waves. Her cunt clamped down so hard Jimin cursed and had to fight to keep thrusting. She gagged around Jungkook’s cock, tears streaming, spit and precome running down her chin onto the paper. Jungkook held her head gently in place and kept rocking into her throat through the whole thing, praising her in that soft, devastating voice.

“That’s it. Good girl. Milk him. Take every drop he’s about to give you.”

Jimin buried himself to the root and came with a low, guttural sound. Thick, heavy pulses flooded her already-full cunt. He stayed locked deep, grinding, forcing the fresh load higher, until it started leaking out around his cock in thick white rivers. Only then did he pull out. A long string of cum connected the head of his cock to her gaping hole for a second before it snapped.

Jungkook pulled out of her mouth. Spit and precome connected her lips to his cock. He wiped it across her cheek, then across the other, marking her.

“On the floor,” he said quietly. “On your knees between the stirrups. We’re not done with your face.”

They helped her down. Her legs shook so hard she almost collapsed. The stirrups still held the memory of her open position. Cum ran down her inner thighs in thick streaks. She knelt on the cold tile between the legs of the exam table, looking up.

Jungkook and Jimin stood side by side above her, both cocks hard again, both shiny with her spit and cum. Jungkook’s hand rested lightly on the back of her head.

“Open wide. Tongue out. You’re going to take a bukkake like the filthy little cumdump you secretly wanted to be. Every drop stays on your face or in your mouth until we say otherwise.”

They stroked themselves inches from her face. Jungkook’s strokes were almost gentle at first, watching her with that soft expression that made the words dirtier. Jimin was rougher, faster, already close again from fucking her.

“Look at her,” Jimin muttered. “Kneeling in a doctor’s office with her husband’s cum-slut face waiting. She came here for a baby and she’s going to leave with her face painted.”

“She is,” Jungkook agreed, voice low. “My sweet wife. My perfect little whore. Stick your tongue out further. I want to see it when we cover you.”

The first rope hit her cheek. Jungkook’s. Thick and hot. The second crossed the bridge of her nose and landed on her tongue. Jimin followed immediately, painting the other cheek, then her forehead, then her open mouth. They didn’t stop. Rope after rope, heavy and endless, until her face was dripping, lashes stuck together, mouth full, chin running with white. Some landed in her hair. Some slid down her neck and onto her collarbones.

Jungkook reached down and smeared it with two fingers, pushing more into her mouth. “Swallow. All of it. Then open again.”

She swallowed. Opened. They kept going until her face was a complete mess, dripping onto her bare tits and the floor. Only then did Jungkook help her stand and guide her back onto the table, this time on her hands and knees, ass up, face down toward the head of the table so she could look at the mirror Jimin had angled for her.

“Watch,” Jungkook said. “I want you to see everything while we both use you.”

Jimin climbed on behind her first. He pushed into her soaked, cum-flooded cunt in one smooth thrust and started fucking her hard, hands gripping her hips, using her like a toy. Jungkook moved in front, cock already hard again, and fed it back into her mouth. They found a rhythm—Jimin slamming into her from behind, Jungkook fucking her throat in the same tempo—until she was nothing but a wet, moaning hole between them.

“Look at yourself,” Jungkook said between thrusts, voice still soft, almost loving. “Face covered in cum. Cunt stretched around my best friend’s cock. Throat full of your husband’s dick. This is what you wanted. This is what that little fantasy tab was really about. Being used. Being degraded. Being bred and marked and shared.”

Jimin reached under and rubbed her clit roughly. “She’s going to come again. I can feel it. Little married slut is going to cream all over my cock while her husband uses her face.”

She did. Harder this time. Her whole body shook. Spit and cum ran from the corners of her mouth. Jimin fucked her through it without slowing, then pulled out at the last second and came across her ass and lower back in thick stripes. Jungkook pulled out of her mouth and painted her tongue and lips again, softer this time, almost careful, until she was dripping from both ends.

They didn’t stop.

Round three happened with her on her back again, legs forced wide in the stirrups, both of them taking turns. Jungkook fucked her first this time—slow, deep, almost tender strokes while he looked into her eyes and whispered every filthy thing he had been thinking for months. How he had known. How he had wanted to see her ruined. How watching Jimin stretch her open had made him harder than anything in their marriage. He came inside her with a soft groan, flooding her again, then immediately pulled out so Jimin could take his place and add another load.

They made her hold the curtain up with her own hands while they both stood between her legs and jerked off over her open, overflowing cunt, painting her folds, her clit, her lower belly until she was a dripping, sticky mess. Then Jungkook pushed the head of his cock against her entrance again and forced everything back inside her with long, claiming thrusts.

“Keep it in,” he murmured against her mouth. “Every drop. You’re going to walk out of here full of both of us. And tonight you’re going to tell me which load felt better while I fuck you again.”

Jimin laughed under his breath, already hard once more. “She’s not leaving yet. One more. I want her throat again while you take her cunt. And I want her to thank us properly this time.”

They rearranged her one last time—on her side on the narrow table, one leg hooked high in a stirrup, the other hanging off the edge. Jungkook pressed in from behind, slow and deep. Jimin stood at her head and fed his cock into her mouth. They used her like that until both of them came again: Jungkook deep in her cunt, Jimin across her tongue and lips. She swallowed what she could. The rest painted her face a second time.

When they finally stopped, the room smelled like sex and antiseptic. Cum was everywhere—her face, her tits, her thighs, the paper sheet, the floor, the stirrups. Y/n lay boneless on the table, legs still spread, cunt gaping and leaking a thick white mixture of both of them. Jungkook gently cleaned her face with a warm cloth, then leaned down and kissed her filthy mouth like she was still the sweet wife he had brought in for a check-up.

“You did so well,” he whispered. “My perfect little cuckold wife. My exhibitionist breeding slut. We’re going to do this again. And again. Until that belly is full for real.”

Jimin was already packing away instruments like nothing had happened, though his cock was still half-hard and shiny. He glanced over and smirked.

“Next appointment is in two weeks. We’ll check if it took. Bring the curtain again.”

Y/n could only lie there, shaking, full, marked, and completely, perfectly ruined.