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Namjoon really didn’t know what to do.
There was this heavy feeling in his chest and he felt like he wanted to scream and burst into a fit of passionate tears.
There was a smile on his face, gleaming in the dim glow from the lamps in their cozy living room, but inside, he felt his heart tearing into a million pieces.
It was stupid, really.
He should have been happy at that moment, all of the boys and him clustered around a sofa with a movie playing in the background, little smiles playing at one of their lips whenever a character got into a comical situation.
Amidst their pile of blankets and food bowls, Namjoon was in the middle. Jimin and Taehyung were nuzzling a bit into his chest and shoulders, while Hoseok had the back of his head against his knees, with Jungkook on the floor by his feet, and Yoongi and Seokjin nearly falling off the couch as they tried to glue themselves to someone’s side.
It was peaceful, to be honest.
The way one of them would laugh briskly while shoving a handful of popcorn into their mouth. Or the way that Namjoon could feel breath graze his cheek every time either Taehyung or Jimin began to card their fingers through his soft locks of hair, the sound of their noses subtly sniffing his freshly-washed head, his peripheral vision catching the way a grin would come onto their lips when the scent of vanilla filled their noses.
Even though the knot in his throat was getting larger by the minute, he felt as content as could be.
The only reason why his lungs felt like they were being squeezed like a vice and his heart was pounding so loud that he could barely hear the movie was because he was being practically suffocated, and it wasn’t because the blanket on his chest was becoming dangerously too close to his nose.
It was rather because of the fact that the six people he was ultimately head-over-heels for were embracing him at that very moment.
They were breathing the same air he was, eating from the same snacks that he was, and unconsciously touching his skin when one of them would stretch their tired limbs.
From those things alone, he couldn’t get the blush on his cheeks to calm down, or the intake of breath every time he felt a chin poke into the divot of his neck, or the way that the head at his knees was subconsciously pressing closer and closer between them.
There was so much stimulation going on in those couple hours that Namjoon honestly prayed for the couch to swallow him up and never allow him to surface again.
Even Jungkook, who was innocently sitting on the carpet, began to make him feel fidgety.
He knew the boy loved to stuff his face with as much food as it could handle, but it was really starting to toy with his emotions when he would glance back at him, shifting his eyes down at the bowl on his thighs after a moment to cup a handful of the crackers into his palm before chewing them up in a matter of seconds.
Namjoon thought it was completely fine the first couple of times the hand of Jungkook dived into the container, but then the youngest began to leave his hand there for a while as his eager eyes indulged in the movie before him. And the way Jungkook looked back at him with his lips turned up and his teeth shining in the blue light of the television made Namjoon desire his own body to shrivel up in the worst way possible.
One thing that he found the most horrible was that throughout the duration of the film, there was always at least one person making physical contact with a sensitive spot on his body.
No one really knew at their first meeting with him that he was as said, that was until that goddamn tickling game they played, and Namjoon couldn’t stop blushing after he practically shrieked like a girl as his face scrunched up with the roaring giggles being ripped from his throat.
To say the least, they were all a bit surprised that Namjoon, said to be the “cool guy” of the seven of them, literally burst into a fit of giggles when fingers curled at the backs of his knees and knuckles rubbed hard into the sides of his tummy.
However, what he hadn’t known is that they all found his behavior absolutely adorable, which led him to think that the teasing towards him that went on for days afterward was just them being annoying.
Now that he thinks about it, though, as his mind can only wander in the dizzying feeling of all of their presences, the way that Hoseok’s eyes flashed with the tiniest bit of lust as he had tackled Namjoon onto his comforter to twitch the tips of his fingers at the inner parts of his thighs, he failed to realize at the time that when Hoseok flickered his eyes down at his honeyed legs that were exposed because of his shorts riding at his hips that the little spark of his pupil could have been something completely different than mischief.
But then again, that could have been normal for Hoseok to do.
After all, they were just starting to promote their first album at the time, and being as young as the two of them were, it was only ritual that hormones would lead to hands being shoved down beneath blankets to grip at their own throbbing cocks, only lasting long enough to fulfill the thoughts scripted out in their heads.
Namjoon knew this predicament all too well.
Once Yoongi was set to join the group before their debut, Namjoon remembers one night where the older boy had been settled into the dorm for a few days.
It was late, and everyone was too exhausted to even open their eyes, but the two of them had a long dance practice, and an even longer recording session in the studio. By the time that Namjoon had opened the door to the dorm, his long legs began trudging himself to the bathroom to have a hot shower before he passed out for the night.
That plan began to unravel at the seams, though, when a black head of hair suddenly appeared next to him as he was about to pass the threshold to the bathroom, Yoongi . “Namjoon-ah? Are you gonna take a shower? I need one, too. If only we had two fucking bathrooms.”
The next couple of words Namjoon had replied with made him regret saying them for the rest of his life. He didn’t know why his tongue had to form such a sentence, maybe he was too drunk on exhaustion to function, but his embarrassment only started to show onto his damp neck when he finally said those godforsaken words. “Wanna take a shower together?”
And now that the memory is flooding back into his brain, he had half the mind to slam his face into a concrete block.
He was surprised that no one could hear him screaming at himself mentally over the movie as he gritted his teeth and tightened his fist, “ Why am I so fucking stupid? ”
That night when him and Yoongi had spent the first week together in the dorm progressed, to his surprise.
Instead of being weirded out by his request, Yoongi nodded his head, and Namjoon didn’t know if it was because he was too tired to argue about who would take the first shower, but Yoongi seemed quite eager to remove himself of his clothes and slide himself into the back of the stall so that Namjoon could slot into the front, before closing the door of the shower shut.
Namjoon seemed to realize at that moment just how awkward he felt being naked around Yoongi, and as he turned the water to warm to wash off the sweat of his practice earlier, it did nothing to calm his nerves.
His anxiety only seemed to spike when he felt eyes at the back of his head, taking in everything that he was: slim body, toned back, warm skin, thick lips, squishy thighs and all of those imperfections that he never understood why everyone found charming.
It was exhilarating, to say the least, showering with a boy that he found out only recently he had a crush on. And because of that, he was in a major fuck-up, because he was going to be debuting with him soon, and going to be spending practically every waking moment by his side.
Every waking moment around pretty eyes, pink lips, veiny hands, a deep voice, that calm personality he grew to love in a very short amount of time- just everything, around him twenty-four hours of the day.
He didn’t think he could handle it at first.
Not with the way he could abruptly feel sharp eyes darting to his pert ass that started to gleam with the water running down the crack of it.
Feeling such an intrusion of vision, Namjoon quickly finished off his shower as he began to feel his dick harden against his thigh, leaving the stall and leaping under his blankets with pajamas clad to his moist skin.
Trying to calm his erection down, but ultimately failing, Namjoon pretended to be asleep when Yoongi slipped into his own bed, shutting off the light between them on the nightstand.
And Namjoon thought that maybe Yoongi had already brushed off the tension that occurred just a few moments ago, but as his heart began to soothe its rapidity, he started to hear faint breaths beside him as there was a sound of skin being stroked at a light’s speed accompanying it, a breathy gasp leaving the lips of the man beside him mere seconds after.
Namjoon couldn’t believe it. Min Yoongi, whom he had just moved in with not even a week ago, was jacking off to him.
He fell asleep that night after he could hear his hyung’s soft snores resonating in the atmosphere, cheeks still burning bright and his dreams filled with the fantasies he had yet to orgasm over.
That was so long ago.
Now, Yoongi wasn’t so thin, and his cheeks lost a bit of the fat they had when he was younger.
His voice even seemed to get deeper, and Namjoon always noticed how lovely it sounded when Yoongi was groggy in the early morning as they were working on a song, always talking politely to Namjoon.
After that awkward night when they had just moved in together, Yoongi became very close friends with Namjoon, and it just made everything wonderfully worse.
He knew that Yoongi loved him, but he would often cry himself to sleep because he was always afraid that the male didn’t love him the same way Namjoon returned the favor.
And after Yoongi came, Hoseok followed along shortly after.
Namjoon honestly felt like such a dick when Hoseok moved his things into the dorm two weeks after it was discussed with their manager.
Why he did was because he simply stared at a photo of Hoseok, and he felt like he was already falling for him, and he was beyond smitten with Yoongi to add on top of that.
And then he learned that Hoseok was a dancer, and he attended one of the boy’s many solo practices alongside Yoongi when they were all still trainees, and as soon as Hoseok began gyrating his hips to an upbeat song blaring through the speakers, Namjoon had to excuse himself to the bathroom to handle a certain problem .
One thing that he still doesn’t like when he remembers that evening is the way that the side of Hoseok’s mouth rose up into a smirk as he scurried his blushing self out of the mirrored room.
Namjoon thinks back to the litany of curses he said upon himself as he was wrapping a fist around his painfully hard boner in that cramped bathroom in the company building, swearing at his eyes for always wandering down to places he could never get out of his head.
After that incident with Hoseok, he noticed how the same-aged boy acted around him, brushing fingers against forearms for seconds too long to be friendly, and stares that were all-too heated during dance practices, which led to Namjoon fumbling through the dance moves even more than he automatically did.
His crushing got even more dire when the other members became part of the group.
Seokjin was the one who he had great difficulty making eye contact with when he was newly acquainted with him.
As much as he hated to think of it, his eldest hyung was a literal walking wet dream.
It was a hard couple of weeks when he moved into the dormitory, especially when Namjoon realized his bed would be directly next to his.
And Seokjin often slept without a shirt on, a thin pair of boxers hugging his pelvis, and Namjoon nearly cried when he looked over one night to see the rigid line of Seokjin’s crotch illuminated by the moonlight coming through their small window.
Something happened, then, and Namjoon still doesn’t know if it was his tired ears playing tricks on his poor mind, but he swore he heard Jin murmur “ Joon-ah ” in his sleep.
Namjoon is no longer focusing on the movie by the time that he thinks about the years that have passed since then.
When the maknaes came into the group, Namjoon had to warm up to them a little before having the same feelings as he did for his hyungs.
He noticed as time had passed that the three became quite matured, and grew to be very attractive young men, inside and out.
That’s what he loved about the maknaes as time had moved on, how they grew up to be the way they were now.
Taehyung was still as beautiful as the day he met him, his giggles bringing a smile to everyone’s face even now.
But that smile became to be a grin some of the time as Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how thoughtful Taehyung could be, his brain always racing with how something should be done or how he could do better as a person.
That’s something Namjoon always loved about Taehyung: his love for thinking, and even more so for knowledge.
Not only did his mindset change since he was younger, but his body did, too.
When Taehyung darted out a tongue to wet his lips, sometimes it didn’t look so innocent, especially when he had sweat matting his hair to his forehead after a performance, panting hard as he threw his head back.
Namjoon could hide the blush on his cheeks because of the exertion of everyone’s bodies at that moment, but it became difficult when it didn’t go away until he was left alone in the studio or in his bedroom, thinking shamefully about what that beautiful tongue could do.
It was especially grueling when they roomed together for a while, Taehyung always wearing low-cut shirts to bed and shorts that he always loved to cross his thick thighs in.
Jimin had been a different case.
He had always had a sexy body from the time when they debuted, Namjoon seeing Jimin working out every chance he could get to attain and keep those washboard abs that were so well-known in his early years.
When Jimin got older, it was no mystery in their group that he struggled with self-image issues, saying that he should be thinner when all the boys cared about was him being healthy.
To Namjoon and the others, Jimin didn’t have to have the body of a god to be beautiful, he had a lovely personality, and above all, his well-being mattered the most.
And Jimin listened to what they had said despite his occasional setbacks, but that didn’t necessarily keep him from getting the body that made women and men alike fall to their knees.
Namjoon happened to be a victim of his prowess.
Even now that Jimin is older, he still has the body of a Calvin Klein model. Broad, muscled back and chest and thick thighs that even the most heterosexual men had to admire. A jaw that could cut someone if they touched it, and pillow-soft lips that sounded like the finest of liquor when he talked, putting people under the daze of his words.
Being around Jimin made Namjoon feel like a drug addict with only a milligram of what he craved.
Namjoon wanted more and more of the sweet haze offered by Jimin’s natural demeanor, but he failed to realize at first that there was more to the man than met the eye.
Jimin was a sweetheart, he really was. He could make anyone fall in love with him, and Jimin always made sure to return the same genuinely honey-glazed attitude.
However, there was also a side to Jimin that everyone knew about somewhat, but no one truly knew what that side was like unless you lived with him, day-in and day-out, minute-by-minute, second-by-second.
Jimin could be cruel , not in the way that he’d make a person cry, although it felt like it at times, but in the way that he’d make their legs weak.
Namjoon knew the first year that he lived with Jimin that the younger had an attitude and knew about it, which also meant he could be quite dominating. Calling Yoongi an idiot multiple times, talking brash to his other hyungs when he was annoyed, and nearly beating the shit out of the younger boys when they got on his nerves fooling around.
Even Jungkook, the seven’s certified muscle bunny, looked like he was about to cry the first time he saw Jimin angry.
Namjoon learned over the years that Jimin was a complex person, with many sides and surprises to himself, but that just made everyone love him more, including Namjoon.
The only problem with it is that he wanted all of those sides, wanted the saccharine love Jimin always had at his disposal, wanted the stern glare by him when Jimin warned the boys to stop doing something or to look after themselves more, wanted the type of Jimin that could guide anyone he met, wanted to see Jimin take control of him like how he mesmerized everyone watching him in a crowded room.
Namjoon was already fucked up enough, but then Jungkook came along.
He could never really explain how Jungkook affected him, at least until he was older.
See, Namjoon knew for so long that Jungkook was breathtaking, his face gleaming with the beauty of youth and a personality that was still boyish and sweet even as he met the years of his twenties.
Namjoon supposed he had been a bit like Jimin. Captivated eyes with his movements. Made people feel stupidly in love every chance he got.
But there was a certain charm to Jungkook that still has him stumbling to this day, although the rest of them are used to Namjoon’s sometimes less-than desirable sense of balance.
Namjoon had always been enraptured by Jungkook’s love for his hyungs.
Even when the boy was a teenager, with a slightly cocky air about him and not knowing quite enough about the world, there was still that love and adoration present that some people spend their entire lives looking for.
He first noticed it when Jungkook always tried to make the eldest ones smile, tickling and grabbing at them before performing and making a fool out of himself just to hear the laughter that made Jungkook’s ears sing with happiness.
Namjoon always thought that Jungkook wasn’t very forward with his feelings, however, and he felt a huge wave of realization when Jungkook eventually confessed to them that the one thing that made his heart break was his older brothers being sad.
After hearing that, Namjoon spent the entire other part of the evening cooped up in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling with tears running down his jaw as he realized that he was falling for Jungkook even harder, and he really didn’t know that was possible.
As the years have passed by and they all have grown into their own definitions of adults, Namjoon couldn’t help but notice how much the youngest had grown as well.
When they had first met, Jungkook was all bunny teeth and his heart and mind were ready to give and receive.
He was surprised that the boy could make him blush that day, complimenting Namjoon by remarking about his gorgeous thighs, and Namjoon wanted to crawl into a hole at that moment because he just found out that he was crushing yet again and Jungkook was easily beating down his “cool guy” image with that exclamation.
After the words set in and he kept feeling the poring stares at his legs, Namjoon never wanted to wear a pair of shorts again.
But Jungkook got older, and his features started to change more and more.
The sweet, toothy smile was still there, but that smile was combined with piercing eyes and a deep voice that was smooth like silk.
His face wasn’t the only thing that changed, though.
Jungkook was muscled in his younger years, but as his age increased, those muscles clung to a built frame that was strong and mesmerizing when he danced.
Namjoon had the urge to facepalm himself one day out of shame when he unconsciously thought about thick, meaty thighs wrapped around his neck and everything in-between making him dizzy with pleasure.
In other words, he was in a royal mess.
Especially now that they were all watching a movie. Well, aside from him, he just wanted to disappear under the blanket that was now becoming too warm to be considered cozy.
“Hey, guys, I need to go to the bathroom,” Namjoon announced suddenly, making all of the heads around him turn when his voice was heard.
Hoseok ducked out of the way so that Namjoon could stand up from the piece of furniture they all crowded their limbs on, “Hurry back, the movie’s getting to the good part.”
The other nodded subtly and placed the snack bowl on the coffee table, scurrying down the hallway until he was met with the bathroom door, his palm swiftly opening and closing it behind him.
At times like this, all these feelings got to him. He always somewhat considered himself to be a deep-minded person, although he didn’t exactly like to admit it because it sounded cliche.
Being that way, however, made his senses go on overdrive, and he got overwhelmed with anxiety often.
This night is no different.
Namjoon settled his head in his hands as he sat on the lid of the toilet, pressing his lips together as he breathed with a heaving chest, trying to calm down but it proved fruitless with his mind racing in a circle. His brows furrowed and hot tears started to streak the skin of his cheeks as he huffed towards his chest and whined pathetically, “Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?”
Quick steps pattered down the hall and Taehyung’s voice was soon past the door frame, “Hyung, I don’t mean to bother you, but my hands are oily from the popcorn. Can I wash them real quick?”
Instead of answering, however, Namjoon found himself burying his head into his arms even more so, and his cries felt like they couldn’t really be stopped any more.
Taehyung came through once again, and this time Namjoon started to weep with fervor, not wanting to be found but also wanting to be cared for in the worst way possible. “Hyung? You okay?”
A few more seconds of silence passed, and then Taehyung’s eyes widened when he realized that there were hushed sobs coming from inside. “ Shit , hyung, are you crying? Hold on a second.”
Taehyung ran, then, back into the living room, and five other pairs of eyes became alarmed at his sudden entrance. “Joon’s crying in the bathroom.”
Seokjin’s expression became serious, a harsh contrast to what it was when they were watching a comedy moments ago. “What do you mean he’s crying?”
“He’s crying, for fuck’s sake, and I tried talking to him, but he won’t respond to me.”
Jin ignored the brash tone coming from Taehyung’s tongue, as he knew he was a bit panicked. Instead, he darted up from the couch and jogged down the hall, knocking on the bathroom in a matter of seconds. “Namjoon-ah, can you please open the door and talk to me? Hyung just wants to know what’s wrong.”
Hoseok was by the door soon afterward, and Namjoon cried harder when the doorknob started to jiggle, “Joonie, please say something, you’re worrying us.”
“I’m gonna go run to the kitchen cabinet, the bathroom key is in there,” Yoongi nodded, not waiting for a reply as he made his way back into the sitting room in search for the precious metal.
“Don’t cry, okay? Everything’s gonna be fine,” Jimin spoke, although his expression didn’t really match his assuring tone as he glanced nervously at Hoseok on the door beside him.
The squeak of Yoongi’s slippers soon approached them and there was another hand on the doorknob, “Fuck, I got the key.”
Namjoon started muttering “don’t open it, please” as he raised his knees to his face in a curled fetus position while he sat, drool pouring out of his mouth now that he was crying in earnest.
The door soon opened with a loud thud and the others soon swarmed him with their voices of concern, him finding himself crying into someone’s shoulder, gripping the back of their sweatshirt.
Namjoon realized after a while that he was crying on Jin, the elder shushing his weeps of turmoil with a steady hand on his neck, and Jimin above them combing the hairs above his forehead with his fingers in a soothing gesture.
Namjoon didn’t expect to break down into a sobbing, trembling fit over the anxiety he suffered with the other six in the room, but it got to be too much to handle, and he couldn’t contain it any longer.
After several minutes, his cries began to die out, and the fingers rubbing circles into his skin became a sweet lull for his tired eyelids that were fluttering with the exhaustion of his meltdown.
When Jin deemed Namjoon calm enough, he raised the boy’s chin from his shoulder and he cradled his face like a child, glancing into his reddened eyes that seemed sorrowful and broken, “Do you feel like you can tell us what’s wrong now, Joon?”
Namjoon pulled away from the hands at his face and felt his eyes on another verge of tears, “I-I can’t, hyung.”
“Why not? You should know by now that you can tell us anything,” Hoseok said, sounding a mix of concerned and infuriated with the curiosity over something being so horrible that Namjoon couldn’t tell them it.
Namjoon took this time to look up for the first time, seeing now that he wasn’t the only one crying, both Hoseok and Jungkook had tears staining their faces and Taehyung’s throat bobbed when he swallowed like it always does before he starts crying.
“Because you’ll hate me if I do.”
“Joon hyung, you’re such a sweet guy, we could never hate you.” Jungkook muttered with truth to his voice, gulping as he bit his lip while he gazed down at him.
Namjoon let out what sounded like the hybrid of a choke and a mewl, “Fine, do you guys really wanna fucking know?”
“It’d be quite helpful if we did,” Taehyung breathed as he rubbed the back of his own neck, licking his lips in thought.
Still seated on the toilet lid, Namjoon’s crossed arms tightened in a poor attempt to hug himself. “I like you, okay? In fact, I’m kind of in love with all of you. Now, I understand that none of you return the same feelings, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go cry in my pillow like the dumbass that I am.”
He stood up, then, and before he could march on a walk of shame to his room, strong hands pushed on his chest to keep him still.
Hoseok was heard above his bowed head, “Care to repeat that for us?”
Namjoon didn’t realize he was crying again until he felt Jimin thumbing away the wetness making its way down to his jaw. “I like you, a-all of you. A lot, and not in the friends kind of way.”
What the male truly did not prepare himself for is for the others around him to let out collective coos, which led Namjoon to have hot blood rush to his already ruddy cheeks in his state of confusion.
“Aw, he’s blushing, how cute.” Jungkook chuckled and Taehyung dug a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, “What a little sweetheart.”
Jimin frowned out of his previously smirking expression when he saw how Namjoon was still wide-eyed and searching for an answer. “Oh shit, you probably think we’re mocking you, huh?”
Hoseok rushed up from his leaning position against the wall and held Namjoon’s fidgeting hands in front of his face, “No, no, sweetie, that’s not what we meant. We like you a lot, too.”
“You bitches are in denial. I know that I love him,” Yoongi uttered and Namjoon practically melted with shyness because the older looked back at him with the physical definition of heart eyes.
Namjoon gulped and took a moment to soak everything in, “So, all those times when my mind thought you were flirting with me… it was true?”
Now it was Taehyung’s turn to gulp, “Oh, y-you noticed? To be honest, I suppose we weren’t very discreet about our feelings after our discussion.”
“ Discussion ? What do you mean?” Namjoon said, puzzled, his dimples popping out as he pursed his lips and all of their hearts did somersaults.
“Well, remember that one year when you released your first mixtape? I had been crushing on you for a while, but your hard work and dedication really solidified my love for you.” Jimin confessed truthfully, looking to the others with a nod that was returned. “However, I noticed after our celebration for your music video shooting that the others were giving you looks . I admit, I can be a little possessive when I care for someone and-”
Seokjin chuckled briefly, “Like it wasn’t obvious with how you grab his thighs any time you can.”
Jimin smiled, and for a moment it looked like those precious thighs were on his mind once again with how he bit his lip, but he continued nonetheless. “I didn’t want to fight, however, you all are family to me. I was disappointed, though, to find out when we started talking that the others liked you as well.”
Hoseok hummed in agreement, “You could say we were in a considerable mess, all of us liking you-”
“ Loving you, rather.” Yoongi corrected and began to thumb Namjoon’s knuckles with a wink that made the boy nearly shatter like glass.
“Yes, all of us loving you at practically the same time.” Hoseok nodded, his furrowed brows making his grinning face serious. “At the end of that discussion, we finally decided that this was not going to be an issue for us, and that was because we agreed we could love you equally and share you.”
Namjoon began to stutter on a sentence that he tried with earnest to get out, “O-oh, wow, u-um th-that’s really… wow.”
Jungkook smirked at how the elder boy began to play with Yoongi’s fingers in fervor. “Why so nervous, baby?”
Namjoon’s knees almost buckled at that, and his face began to heat up and his eyes started to prick with tears at the nickname as he breathed out, “ Shit .”
Jimin gently grasped the other’s jaw and forced him to look him in the eyes, which made the other avoid his gaze as best as he could. “Ah, Joonie, your face is all red. Are you getting a fever?”
Being directly beside him, Yoongi easily began to trace patterns in the younger’s neck, looking appreciatively when it made Namjoon curl away from a sensitive area and a near-whine left his lips. “Tell us what’s wrong, honey, we’re not gonna scold you for it.”
“I… u-um… don’t know if I should,” Namjoon fluttered his eyelashes as he searched desperately for somewhere he wouldn’t have to look directly at them.
Hoseok crossed his arms and Namjoon worried his lip between his teeth when he clicked his tongue, “Now, what did I tell you about being able to tell us anything?”
Namjoon nodded in understanding, knowing in the deepest caverns of his brain that he didn’t have to be hesitant to reveal things to them, “I...l-like to be shared by you.”
The others couldn’t help but have smirks come to their mouths, relieved now that they know Namjoon was alright with the idea of it all.
Hoseok reached forward to poke one of Namjoon’s dimples and the male gave a breathy giggle in return, blushing when the other began to coo praise at him. “Our precious leader. Isn’t it adorable to know that his heart beats for us as much as ours do for him?”
“We do love you, though, Namjoon,” Seokjin huffed a laugh at Yoongi, who was back to doing heart eyes at the younger, padding his feet up to where Namjoon was crowded by the bathroom sink, and placing a hand beside the boy’s hip and leaning towards him. “You now know when we started crushing on you, may I ask when all this crushing on us started?”
Namjoon giggled sheepishly, not making eye contact with any of their hard stares. “With Yoongi hyung, before debut.”
“Holy shit, honey, you’ve had a crush since the beginning ?” Jin said in utter amazement, eyes going big and his mouth following suit.
“Yeah, and then Hoseok came along, and I started to have wet dreams when I went to sleep,” Namjoon said in a quick blur, the regret immediately showing on his face when he realized what he made into audible words.
Groans and curses were heard around the room upon hearing that, and Hoseok’s knowing grin spread like the glint in his eyes. “So, I not only made your heart throb, but your cock throb, too, yeah?”
Namjoon’s entire face flushed cherry as he tried to come up with something that would make sense, “Um…I was really impressed with your dancing.”
Jimin smiled with a giggle as he leaned his head to the side, “Oh, I bet you were, love. Tell us, though. It was more than that, wasn’t it?”
“Did you happen to notice my hips, Joonie? Ever thought about what it’d be like to be thrusted into like I do when I dance?” Hoseok hummed, holding his chin with his thumb and forefinger as he watched Namjoon dart his eyes around with amusement and arousal. He straightened up from his position against the door and stood in front of Namjoon, leaning forward to speak beside the shell of his ear, “You ever thought about me fucking you to the beat of one of those songs?”
Namjoon sounded breathless while he was cornered against the sink, feeling his body start to tremble at all of the other stares he was receiving in addition to it, whimpering as he only felt capable of nodding.
Seokjin cleared his throat from beside him, and Namjoon glanced at him with a bit of shock at the sudden sound, hooded eyes staring back at him and looking like he wanted to devour him right on the spot. “I think we should talk about this somewhere else instead of in the bathroom.”
They all seemed to agree with that proposal because they all walked after the eldest back to the living room, the movie playing at a low murmur now switched off with the remote, and Namjoon being guided to sit in the middle of the sofa so that he was comfortable while they talked.
When they were all relaxed into various parts of the living room, Taehyung spoke up in the quiet atmosphere. “I heard you say you had wet dreams. May I ask what they were about?”
The other boys looked at Taehyung with utter appreciation at asking such a lovely question, and Namjoon started to redden once more as he replied. “Well, they were about all of you as the years passed, but first starting out before debut, they were either about Yoongi or Hoseok, or sometimes both of them.”
“Both of us?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow as he hummed with a smirk coming across his lips, “How is that?”
“Oh, lots of ways,” Namjoon giggled with embarrassment, rubbing his forearm to keep a clear mind. “I h-had a couple where you were spitroasting me, and then one where you were spanking me. I also had one where I was calling you both ‘oppa’, and I got really hot when I woke up.”
Hoseok grunted as he gripped the erection starting to rise in his shorts, “Jesus fuck, that’s hot.”
Jungkook licked his lips and spoke up for the third time that night, “What were your other dreams? About the rest of us.”
Namjoon swallowed thickly, aware of how everyone was looking at him with pure desire filling their pupils. “I remember when I first met Jin hyung that I thought he was really broad, and coincidentally the night after, I had a fantasy where he pinned me to the mattress as he fucked me.”
“You like being manhandled, baby boy?” Seokjin murmured from his side on the left of the couch, and Namjoon felt blood rush straight to his dick with the nickname.
“I guess a little bit, yeah, that would explain the one I had about Jungkook positioning me like a doll,” Namjoon answered, regretting what he said once again at first, but then a low curse came from Jungkook’s mouth and he second-guessed himself.
“Really? What else happened in that dream, pretty baby?” Jungkook responded to that confession, leaning back in his chair a bit.
Namjoon was silent for a moment, thinking back to the many times he’s had that thought in and out of slumber, “Um, you were marking me up and calling me your little slut. And when I wasn’t good, you wouldn’t let me come until I was crying for your cock, and when you finally got inside me, I had to say “please, hyung” until you thought I deserved it for being a good baby.”
Jungkook chuckled, a dark look in his eye that was the opposite of his smile as he gazed at how worked up the other was, “Easy there, darling. Did you come after you woke up?”
“Yes, hyung,” Namjoon nodded with the question, blushing profusely after realizing his slip and hearing the grunts that were in reaction to it. “I m-mean Jungkook-ah.”
“ Good boy , Namjoonie,” Jungkook said in reply, his voice so deep and sultry that it made Namjoon press his thighs together with a swallowed whimper, the added praise making him feel like he was on cloud nine.
“Any other dreams you had, angel? Was my little kitten naughty during his naps?” Taehyung pondered out loud on the other side of the couch, a small moan escaping Namjoon’s plush lips because that endearing term made a thought come to his mind.
Namjoon gulped when he looked across from him, Jimin was sitting in the loveseat parallel to the couch, legs crossed and back straight, a firm glare set on him. The sight alone made Namjoon want to literally kneel down before him. Then his eyes switched over to where Taehyung sat beside him, the younger’s lip quirked mischievously with his eyes glazed and hooded with lust.
He took a second to just breathe, feeling a bit overwhelmed at how aroused he felt and nothing really happened yet, but wetted his lips and looked back at Taehyung, despite the fact he had trouble maintaining eye contact, “It was about you and Jimin, although it wasn’t exactly a dream.”
“Not exactly, huh?” Jimin snickered quietly with an inhale, repositioning his legs so that the other thigh was atop the one beneath.
“I was at the studio alone, and I was really stressed out from working on the album, so I took a bit of a break .” Namjoon felt like his tongue was jelly inside his mouth, having a hard time coming up with the words to explain what had happened, but the two nodded at him to go on, clearly intrigued on the saga that went on at that time. “I started to p-play with myself, um…”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby, don’t rush yourself.” Jimin assured with a careful tone to his voice that sounded gravelly yet soft.
Namjoon took a deep breath and his eyes closed when he felt the warm touch of Taehyung’s palm grasping his thigh, encouraging him silently to go on whenever he felt ready to. “When I started to touch myself, I started thinking about the both of you for some reason, which I found weird at the time because I always thought of you separately before. While I was in this dream , you both called me your little kitten and I was put on a leash that had a collar saying ‘good boy’ around the band, and I was teased again and again, wanting to come so much but denied if I was being punished for acting bad. I kind of liked the punishments, though.”
“How did we punish our little doll?” Jimin hummed, scratching his jaw absentmindedly as he admired how fidgety Namjoon had gotten.
“When I was punished, you wouldn’t let me come without explicit permission, and so I thought about Taehyung putting a cock cage on me once, and I cried when I came dry because Tae would coo and reach his fingers into it to pinch me and I’d beg him to stop because I’d get so sensitive after not being able to come, but Tae would just pinch me harder and say ‘that’s what bad kittens get when they’re not good for their masters.’”
“Damn, sweetheart, did I fuck you up good when you came?” Taehyung grinned and Namjoon could only nod as he didn’t trust his mouth with the way Taehyung’s hand was getting higher up on his thigh.
Jimin cooed at how sweet the two looked together, Namjoon’s eyes wide as he looked back at him, “What did I do in that fantasy, baby boy?”
“Um, I called you ‘sir’,” Namjoon gulped, letting that settle in for everyone including himself, being awarded with several hushed moans in the background. “Y-You were really possessive with me. Like, I imagined you spanking me over your knee one time and you wouldn’t stop until your handprint was red hot across my ass. Another time, you were spitroasting me with Taehyung, and I felt so hot because of how greedy you both were with me. I starting gagging on Tae because of how hard you were fucking me, but you just shared a smile with Taehyung and said ‘the little slut needs to know who he belongs to.’”
“You really like being dominated, huh, baby?” Jimin grinned, teeth bright and genuine with how worked up Namjoon had gotten from just talking about his desires.
The older boy nodded, head feeling dizzy with the pure tension that was in the room, turning his head to the others in the room. “So, now that you guys know pretty much everything…are we like… boyfriends ?”
“Namjoon, sweetie, did you think that this was some “no homo, bro” type of shit?” Hoseok chuckled and the others joined in with Namjoon soon smiling with ease afterward.
“I just wanted to get it straight, you know?” Namjoon answered, not being able to keep himself from smiling as they all were still giggling at the joke.
Seokjin poked his shoulder with a grin, “You mean that you wanted to get it gay.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes although he was smiling and threw a pillow in the direction of the elder, “God, hyung, you make me wanna punch you in the face sometimes. You make such shitty puns.”
“They’re called puns for a reason, you dick twitch,” Jin huffed as he continued chuckling, throwing the pillow back at him.
Jungkook cleared his throat in the loud laughter that was consuming the room, “Hey, speaking of dicks, are we all going to ignore the fact that we have straining erections right now?”
Namjoon looked nervous for a moment, but Jimin winked at him. “I know that we’re all horny at the moment, but I think that we should wait until we talk about Namjoon’s kinks in their entirety before we initiate in anything that’s related to what he talked about tonight. For the sake of him and his safety, you know?”
“Right, so that means that we’re all going to get naked and have a cold shower. Individually .” Seokjin advised with a raised eyebrow so that everyone understood as they rose from their seated positions, which made Jungkook groan in a half-joking, half-complaining way.
“Well, damn, I was hoping to have some fun with Joon hyung,” Jungkook smirked at Seokjin, smacking Namjoon’s ass just to taunt the entertaining of the idea.
Taehyung laughed as he walked to his room to retrieve his shower products, “That’d bring a whole new meaning to being wet and wild.”
Jin hollered out into the living room as he fished around in the towel closet, “A cold shower isn’t effective if you have somebody to warm it up!”
After they had finished their showers, they all went back into the sitting room to continue their talk.
Jimin had made a point, as well as everyone else, that they needed to discuss about Namjoon’s kinks and what he wasn’t and was okay with before they even thought about doing anything.
Namjoon felt relieved that he had people around that cared so much about him to even have the mind to discuss about what he liked during sex.
It was honestly cute, all of them sitting around with these careful expressions, writing down into one list what got Namjoon’s pretty cheeks all pink and his plump lips stuttering their names.
“I’m pretty simple with what I don’t like. No blood, bile, feces, and especially not anything with literally trying to eat me.” Namjoon said while nodding, looking towards Yoongi when he started tapping his fingers along the case of his phone.
“I completely understand not being okay with the whole eating part, but is it still okay to eat you out? Because lately I’ve been having a craving for peaches and you’re honestly not helping my hunger.” Yoongi smirked at the blush spreading down Namjoon’s neck while the other boys tried to not snort at his last sentence.
Namjoon clicked his throat as a hard swallow came down it, “Y-Yeah, I’m okay with that, I’ve just never had my ass eaten before.”
Jungkook’s smile was wiped from his face as his brows furrowed, “You’ve gotta be kidding me, hyung.” Namjoon just shook his head with a slight bow towards his lap with the growth of his embarrassment. “Well, baby boy, that’s gonna change real fucking quick because you look like a full-course meal and it’s about time someone digs in.”
“Besides, Yoongi hyung wants to move his skills of the tongue onto more things than music, and it looks like Joonie’s cute little butt is just the muse he needs to get the creativity flowing,” Hoseok smiled at the way Yoongi winked knowingly at him when they both shared a glance at Namjoon in the corner of the room, biting his lip with closed eyes.
“What are the things that you like?” Jimin asked once they had quieted down, pencil gripped loosely in his hand as his eyes twinkled with curiosity.
Namjoon thought for a while, “I guess I might like a lot of things. I haven’t really been able to explore since I never knew how to get access to toys and stuff like that since debut, but I’m okay with at least trying some things once even though I might not like them.”
“It’s great that you’re so open-minded, baby, but we also want to give you the pleasure that you want,” Seokjin admitted, reaching over and patting the boy’s knee with a certain look in his eye that Namjoon couldn’t directly look at.
Taehyung played with the string on his own sweatpants, licking his lips as he glanced up at Namjoon next to him, “We also want to punish you properly when you’ve been bad.”
That made Namjoon gulp and clench the pillow he was holding tight to his abdomen, fluttering his eyelashes as he let the words bury themselves under his skin.
“Which leads onto our next topic. We have some hard nos from you now, but what about some things that you definitely like? What’s great about you being open-minded is that there’s always room for experimentation. However, is there anything that’s a definite yes, like something you’d like to try out from your fantasies?” Jimin hummed as he took the tip of the pencil into his mouth, closing his teeth around the hard enamel of the eraser.
“I definitely like dirty talk, as long as it isn’t too degrading. I mean, I still want to be treated like a person instead of scum on the back of someone’s shoe,” Namjoon said with his eyes glimmering thoughtfully, and Jimin replied: “That completely fine, sweetie, we still want you to be your own person, and we don’t want to make you question your capabilities.”
“Dirty talk, huh? What do you like to be called?” Hoseok smiled, although it looked like more of a smirk.
Namjoon traced the edges of his fingernails that were starting to grow longer since he had them groomed, “Uh…as I’ve mentioned, I really like ‘baby boy’. I’ve fantasized about me being called a slut before, especially when I misbehaved.” He took a periodic glance at Taehyung before quickly turning away, “And ‘kitten’…”
“Good to know,” Jimin nodded as he scribbled on a separate square of the paper, looking up after a while. “You know, hearing some of the things you’ve said before makes me wonder if you have a praise kink.”
“Oh, yeah, I think I do. Inside and outside of the bedroom, I guess I just like to know that I’m being good and doing okay. I don’t want to go all deep on you, but I think some of it stems from when I was younger, like during debut, I was always very self-conscious about my voice and my body.” Namjoon confessed and they all looked at him with understanding, knowing that their leader had it especially hard sometimes. “To go on with the things that I like, I think I kind of have a bit of a pain kink.”
Jungkook giggled and pinched the jut of his own chin, “Is that why you get all shy and tensed up when I spank you?”
Namjoon couldn’t help but swallow around the thick stone that found its way into his throat, not being able to find words except to nod.
“I also know that your chest is sensitive,” Jin delved deeper into the topic as he perched on his elbow. “You like to have your nipples played with?”
Namjoon felt his lower body unconsciously squirm and the others seemed to look on approvingly, “Y-Yeah, I really like it when you pinch them.”
Taehyung leaned forward in his seat with a raised brow, “Do you like choking? What about some temperature play?”
Namjoon breathed in deeply, “I like choking, as long as I don’t, like, pass out. Truthfully, just caressing and holding some pressure to my neck is really nice to me. As for temperature play, I’m pretty good with cold and hot temperatures, as long as it doesn’t get too extreme and I have to go to the hospital for burns or something of the like.”
They all chuckled with acknowledgement, as they know that would be a very awkward conversation with their management.
“Whatever we do, I’ll try to keep myself restrained. I don’t wanna fuck you up so much that you need literal stitches,” Hoseok cringed before he grinned at the way Namjoon yawned with a laugh.
Seokjin laughed along with the rest of them, but tilted his head. “We want to metaphorically rip your ass to shreds.”
Yoongi shook with laughter this time at Jin’s joke, which he thought was rare, noticing how Namjoon was blinking his eyes blearily. “Are you tired, baby? Shit, I didn’t realize that it was three in the morning.”
Jimin looked up from the notepad he was writing on and rubbed his eyes, releasing a groan he didn’t know he had in him, “You know, I think we have enough information for Namjoon beginning intimacy with us. We should make sure that we don’t get too intense just yet, of course, as we have more to talk about in terms of our emotional and physical relationship. But I think we’re good to start off with the basics of what Joon does and doesn’t like.”
Namjoon smiled, the bags from exhaustion under his eyes bunching up as his dimples popped out, admiring just how mindful they were being with him.
They all exchanged fond looks with him, and Yoongi was the first one to stand up and stretch. “We should get to bed, we need energy if we’re going to fuck up our baby’s guts.”
“Not literally, of course,” Hoseok assured after seeing a flash of surprise wash over Namjoon’s tired face, “but it’s pretty normal, I presume, to be a little sore after taking six dicks.”
Jungkook licked his dry lips when they rubbed his gums from smiling so much at the touch of humor in Hoseok’s statement, walking over to their leader to give him a side hug that visibly deflated Namjoon’s anxiety. “We’ll be gentle. At first , at least. You did say you liked to be treated a bit rough, right?”
Namjoon nodded, shyly hiding his burning cheeks in Jungkook’s shoulder, the color in his face growing even more ruddy when he just knew that the youngest was grinning.
Despite how cute he and everyone found the action of Namjoon nuzzling into his neck, Jungkook gently positioned the older boy’s chin so that he was looking into his soft eyes. “Besides, baby doll , as your boyfriends, we want to make sure you’re screaming out of bliss instead of agony.”
“”Th-Thank you,” Namjoon muttered in a way that was very much like a whisper, looking first to Jungkook then to the five others in the room. “I never thought you guys being with me would ever become a reality.”
They all cooed once again and Namjoon would have probably fallen backward if Jungkook wasn’t holding an arm around him when Hoseok suddenly had the notion to run forward and cup Namjoon’s face, all the while cooing and peppering the skin there with countless kisses. “You are without a doubt the cutest little baby! We’re so damn lucky to have you, peaches.”
“I mean,” Taehyung drove his fingers through his own hair as he tried to find words that fit how astonished he looked. “We haven’t even properly started our relationship, and you’re the best boyfriend ever. Not to mention, the literal baby boy of the year.”
Namjoon’s cheeks flushed once, which he thought was impossible because he was already blushing like a strawberry, and bowed his head toward his feet.
Yoongi gasped with the most offended look he’s ever had on his face, “Are you kidding me, Tae? He’s the baby boy of the fucking century. No, of all time!”
“We get it, lil’ meow, your heart melts for Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, although there wasn’t any mock behind it.
“And you’re telling me that yours doesn’t?” Yoongi guffawed, mouth opening in the essence to point out how much Jungkook was bluffing.
Jungkook shook his head with a smile, pinching the side of Namjoon’s jaw as he dragged him closer. “No, hyung, I’m saying that I one-upped you. He makes me feel like my heart is being ripped out of my chest.”
“Welcome to the real world where I’m handsome, Namjoon is adorable, and no one can help falling in love with him,” Seokjin’s mouth quirked up at the sides when he saw how Namjoon giggled at how Yoongi groaned out with his complaint. “I agree to everything except the first statement.”
“With everyone falling in love with him, I want to show him that he’s ours,” Hoseok smirked with a certain love in his eye that just radiated with his brightness. “Poor baby won’t know what to do when he realizes how greedy and possessive we can be with him.”
“You’re our sweet little angel, huh?” Jimin grinned, thick lips nearly hypnotizing as he spoke with sugar lacing his words.
A series of nods came from Namjoon quickly, whimpering in the back of his throat when Taehyung leaned forward and grazed the back of his hand against his cheek in a caress that matched the sweet seduction of what he spoke next, “Ah, how adorable. Darling’s so responsive for us and we’ve done nothing at all.”
Namjoon felt his tummy perform flips inside his body and he bit his lip with a feverish breath as he felt veiny hands around his waist and a mouth edging around the lobe of his ear as it whispered in such a way to leave shocks of electricity zapping down his spine. “Makes me wonder what he’ll be like all filled up with cock. I bet he’d love it so much that he’d come untouched, screaming our names just from having his tight little ass being slammed into.”
At this, Namjoon released a gasp that sounded like a high moan, gripping onto the hem of his shirt as his chest heaved and his lashes fluttered, looking down at his own body when he felt something warm at the front of his pelvis.
The others followed his gaze, and when they saw what Namjoon suddenly noticed, Hoseok outright chuckled . And the sound of his amusement really shouldn’t have affected him in such a way, but the knowingness and the underlying hint of belittling in the timbre of his mirth made the erection in his pants that was already ebbing with wetness twitch with need.
They all must have known how Hoseok’s subtle action affected him, because the remaining began to coo with stifled snickers, and Jungkook hummed with a smile as he trailed his thumb along the side of Namjoon’s jaw. “Aw, does our little baby have a problem?”
Namjoon’s thighs pressed together as another whimper uncontrollably left his lips, nodding his head with fervor. “Y-Yes, please help.”
Another round of adoring praises and murmurs left their lips upon hearing this, Yoongi reaching over from his side and causing Namjoon’s hips to kick when he palmed at the bulge creating a tent in the fabric. “You sound so cute, Joon-ah, and you got like this just from us teasing and fawning over you?”
Namjoon let out a breathy cry, it was all so true, just hearing what they wanted to do to him was enough to get him hot and panting beneath their fingers.
Hoseok came forward in front of Namjoon, while Yoongi was pressed up against his back, hand reaching up to thumb at his cheek, somewhat centering Namjoon so he could listen to what he was about to say. “Look at our baby boy, his little cock looks so pretty and plump all caged up in his shorts. We’ll help you out, sweetie, but as we’ve said, we’re not gonna fuck your pretty hole until you get a good night’s rest.”
“We also want to make sure you don’t drift too much into your headspace, baby, we still have a lot to discuss and we want to make sure our pretty petal is as comfortable as he can possibly be.” Jimin added onto what was said before, sounding clear as ever, although his eyes were shamelessly clouded with lust.
The thought of having a discussion about his sex life didn’t sound so daunting anymore when he had their persistent admiration and affection rooting him on. Knowing how much they cared for him and sensing the amount of love directed at him in the room just became too much for Namjoon and a small tear rolled down his crimson cheek as he mewled out a small “Thank you.”
From behind, Jin came to his other side once he heard his sniffles, and shushed him before he got too overwhelmed, “It’s okay, sweetheart, we’re here to make you feel good. We love you so much.”
The dimpled smile that came from Seokjin’s comment alone made Yoongi huff a groan from how fucking precious the sight of it was.
Hoseok brushed the bangs out of the younger one’s forehead, kissing the hot flesh there and humming, “Let us help you out, okay? Be a good boy and come for us.”
Namjoon was about to follow orders by sticking his trembling fingers down his pants when Yoongi tapped the waistband of them, grabbing onto it, and then wriggling it down Namjoon’s hips, making sure that they caught at his knees before letting go.
At the feeling of being suddenly exposed in front of everyone, Namjoon felt body-conscious and avoided eye contact with each of them, turning his head flush against his shoulder from how shy he became.
“Now, Joonie, you don’t need to be timid around us. You have such a gorgeous body,” Taehyung uttered with gentle reprimand.
“B-But… I don’t have arms like Jungkookie’s, or legs like Jimin’s, or shoulders like Jin hyung’s.” Namjoon pouted with insecurity, and they all would have cooed again if it weren’t for the topic at hand.
Jungkook sighed, biting his lip in thought and breathing a giggle. “Hyung, sweetie, do you realize that all of our cocks are throbbing right now because of you? Is it because we want to absolutely pound your brains out? Yes. But it’s also because we genuinely find you attractive. I don’t know about the rest of you guys, but I honestly find him breathtaking inside and out and I would naruto run into a ball of fire for him any day of the week.”
Jimin couldn’t help but giggle at the meme lord in Jungkook striking again, and Namjoon couldn’t resist following along with the truthfulness of the youngest’s words.
Despite the laughter inducing from what Jungkook had said at the end of his monologue, they all could easily agree with its message.
Really, they couldn’t not fall in love with Namjoon even if they tried.
“You know, you should let us know if you want to implement humor into our sessions. My boner nearly died because of it,” Jin pointed out with a blatant purse of his lips.
“Is that so? Sorry, hyung, mine’s still solid as rock.” Jungkook smirked, but became quiet so that the focus could be put back on Namjoon.
Taehyung sighed, muttering only loud enough for him to hear as he responded to Jungkook’s comment. “Well, some of us don’t have a kink for memes.”
Hoseok turned back to Namjoon who was still clasped against the front of Yoongi’s chest, his breath coming in short little gasps as Yoongi’s thick, skilled fingers occasionally skimmed over his chest and nipples, raking down his stomach so that the tips could barely brush against his groin. “Is our little darling still horny for us?”
Yoongi hummed a chortle and Namjoon shivered at how close his voice sounded. “Pretty baby wants cock like it’s a lifeline.”
“We’ll make sure that he gets that in a while,” the other smirked, stepping forward until he was in Namjoon’s personal space, head dropping forward until his lips were a whispering tickle at his neck. “But, for now, I think he’s a little touch-starved.”
Namjoon bit his lip, letting his weight being handled by the two of them as their hands began to wander around all of the sensitive patches of nerves on his body, making his head fall back on Yoongi’s shoulder with a full moan when his erection was met with a palm wrapping around it.
“I especially think this little thing needs some attention,” Hoseok’s smile gleamed as he flattened his hand against it, lips quirking at how Namjoon stuttered a breath when his fingerprints pressed at the head that was drooling precome since they started.
“Our little darling is so sweet, I bet he rutted his cock against his bed pillows like a bitch in heat when he thought about us,” Yoongi grunted, palm sliding from under his shirt so that he could cup the boy’s ass, giving it a little slap when Namjoon arched his back with the sudden contact.
Namjoon shook his head while it was tilted on Yoongi’s shoulder. “N-No, m-my ryan plushies.”
Hoseok cursed under his breath, tightening his grasp on Namjoon’s length when a whine came from him as Yoongi slapped his ass again, harder than the last. “Baby doll must’ve been so needy to act like such a little slut. Joonie, if you wanted to fuck your little dick against something, you should have tried my thigh.”
Yoongi licked his lips, hand on Namjoon’s ass dipping below and through his legs so that he could play with his balls, Namjoon jerking forward into Hoseok’s hand with the added stimulation of Yoongi’s wrist pressing into his perineum. “Wouldn’t he be so pretty if he rode on us? Riding on oppas’ thighs until he came, making a mess on our laps as we made him cry from cooing over how cute him and his little cock were.”
“ Shit .” Hoseok grunted, stroking Namjoon faster as his whines increased from the mental image. “And he’d whimper and try to push us away when he’d realize just how rough and wanting we can get when we kiss. He’d get so flustered while we ate up his little moans, not caring how much he whined or cried, just wanting to mark him up to show that he’s our little doll.”
“I bet he’d come just from being bent over our knees, teasing him about how red his little ass would get from our spankings, laughing when he’d sob and wail from us pinching where he was sore, and soothing him just so his oppas could fuck him up again.” Yoongi said in a near-growl, bringing his other hand on Namjoon up to pinch and pull at his nipples.
Namjoon gasped and gripped onto Hoseok’s other forearm that was encased around his waist, “Gonna come, o-oppa. Please let Joonie come.”
Hoseok smirked, fist working into a blur on Namjoon’s cock as the boy was squirming from the pleasure and pain by having his cock jerked with no lube, and the only slide being from his pearly drooling precome that was still coming out in pretty droplets. “And we’d put his little cock in a cage so that he could only come when we’d let him, punishing him if he tried to touch himself. When we’d let him come, we’d leave the cage on until he just couldn’t take it anymore, pleading for us to take it off as we fucked his little ass, making his rim all red and puffy as we hit his prostate again and again.”
Namjoon was panting and his forehead dripped with a bead of sweat, voice hushed and begging as he could taste his climax on the tip of his tongue. “Please, oppa, p-please.”
“Come for us, baby, you’ve been so good. Know you can do it,” Yoongi encouraged Namjoon while the boy was grabbing for purchase to anchor himself down, reaching his own hand between his cheeks to play with his hole, giving a faint push at the younger’s quivering entrance.
It was the praise that capped it off for Namjoon, because as soon as he heard those few words, he was throwing his head back with a gasp, tears clouding his vision as his hips stilled and stuttered into Hoseok’s palm, him and Yoongi not letting up their touch until Namjoon spilled every last droplet over Hoseok’s wrist and was whimpering with sudden oversensitivity.
Namjoon collapsed between the two of them, huffing for air as a faint whine left his chest, embraced in a flood of kisses from the two as he came back to reality once again.
“You did so good, baby, we’re so proud of you.” Hoseok hummed, landing his final kiss on Namjoon’s temple, making the male giggle when he tickled his eyelashes.
Yoongi hugged him from behind before going to his side, “You did such a good job, came for us so nice.”
Namjoon looked utterly fucked out and exhausted, but the sweet smile littering his face was enough answer to let them know how good he felt.
For the first time, the three looked at the others surrounding them and Hoseok giggled breathily when they saw they mostly had their hands down their pants.
“That was so fucking hot,” Jungkook said as he blinked slowly, Namjoon’s stomach tightening up when he heard how deep and rasp his voice was.
“Hell, I’m beat, our baby doesn’t have the right to be this cute with a hand around his dick.” Taehyung hummed, getting up so that he could drink from his water bottle.
Seokjin relaxed back into his chair, fixing himself back into his pajama pants, “You look like you ran a marathon.”
“I feel like it. I never realized how sexy it would sound to have Namjoon say ‘oppa’, I came twice from it.” Taehyung breathed, rubbing at his neck and biting his lip.
Jimin took some time to look around at everyone’s blissed-out expressions once he was out of his post-orgasm haze. “Yeah, I think we should’ve spoiled Namjoon with his fantasies a hell of a lot sooner.”
After Namjoon was cleaned up and they had all gone to bed for their stimulating plans the next day, Namjoon drifted off to sleep cuddled up to his plushies with a smile on his face because he realized that the others had confessed their love to him, too, and he was just so happy to have his heartfelt feelings about them returned with utmost sentiment.