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The lights in the playroom are dimmed, casting a moody atmosphere over the room. Jungkook is already shivering with anticipation for what’s to come even if all that’s happening for now is Hoseok tying one of Jungkook’s ankles to Jimin’s and Yoongi tying the other to Taehyung’s since Jungkook is lying in the middle
There’s a slight pout to Jungkook’s lips because they’re the only ones not getting kissed. Seokjin is busy trying to seemingly devour Jimin, and Namjoon has Taehyung whining into his mouth.
“We don’t have enough hyungs,” Jungkook mumbles petulantly, and Hoseok huffs a laugh.
Yoongi pats Jungkook’s shin over the rope that’s coiling halfway up it. His work is very pretty – the black rope winds around both Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s shins, tying them together in intricate patterns.
“Not too tight?” Yoongi checks, caressing over Taehyung’s leg.
Jungkook shakes his head, loving how the fabric feels a little coarse on his skin. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, clearly not wanting to separate from Namjoon. Jungkook wouldn’t want to either if he was the one being kissed. His pout intensifies as he glares at the two of them beside him.
“Better take care of that, hyung,” Hoseok says to Yoongi, nodding at Jungkook’s pout. He himself is still busy tying knots around Jimin’s and Jungkook’s legs. “We don’t want the baby getting upset.”
Yoongi chuckles. His fingers glide over Jungkook’s naked thighs as he settles between Jungkook’s parted legs, making him tremble at the gentle touch.
“What are we gonna do about this, hm?” he asks, tapping a finger against Jungkook’s lips.
“Kiss me,” Jungkook whines, needy and desperate, fingers bunching in Yoongi’s shirt and tugging. He’d kick his feet too if they weren’t tied.
Yoongi’s laugh is quiet, only his shoulders shaking, but he leans down to give Jungkook what he’s asked for.
Jungkook sighs into Yoongi’s mouth, relaxing into the bed. He loves the way Yoongi kisses him, like Jungkook is something so precious and delicate, but also like he wants to make a home inside Jungkook’s mouth, tasting every corner of it.
Yoongi’s hands caress Jungkook’s naked skin, all the way from his hips, over his ribs and up his chest. His thumbs rub over Jungkook’s nipples, making him gasp and push his chest into the touch.
“All done,” Hoseok says. His fingers squeeze around Jungkook’s bound shin.
Yoongi pulls away at the touch, a string of spit connecting his lips to Jungkook’s. He swipes his thumb over his bottom lip to break it. Jungkook simply watches, mouth parted, breaths shallow.
“Good, Jimin-ah?” Hoseok asks.
Jungkook glances over. The rope Hoseok used is red; it suits Jimin’s skin tone perfectly. The coils wrap around both their shins beautifully, the knots just tight enough to be felt. It’s gorgeous work.
Jimin pulls away from Seokjin, panting. Both their lips look so shiny and, unsurprisingly, red; they’re both biters.
“Perfect, hyung,” Jimin says. Jungkook feels Jimin’s muscles flexing, trying out the binds, against his own.
“Jungkook-ah?” Hoseok checks, and Jungkook nods in answer.
Seokjin hums, fingers dancing lightly over Jimin’s sculpted abs, having the muscles jump at the attention. He looks over the rope work and nods approvingly. “Good job,” he says. “Our babies look so pretty.”
Jungkook sees the pleased smile on Hoseok’s lips at the praise before he leans over Jimin to peck Seokjin’s lips in thanks. The way Yoongi ducks his head tells Jungkook that he’s also hiding a proud grin.
“Pretty enough to finally fuck?” Taehyujng asks.
Jungkook turns to him to see the way he licks his lips, eyes blown black with lust. He’s lazily stroking over the bulge in Namjoon’s pants.
Namjoon chuckles. “Patience, baby.” His own hand goes to glide over Taehyung’s thigh, fingers digging in and pulling Taehyung’s legs further apart so all of him is exposed.
“Any preferences?” Namjoon asks. The way his intense gaze rakes over Taehyung, then Jungkook, and then Jimin, has heat pulsing low in Jungkook’s belly.
Jungkook can only imagine how the three of them look – splayed out naked next to each other, cocks already leaking on their bellies, legs tied together with pretty ropes. The flush goes all the way down Jungkook’s chest, Jimin and Taehyung not faring any better.
“I want Namjoon-hyung,” Jimin declares.
“You only want the biggest dick,” Taehyung counters, rolling his eyes.
“And what about it?” Jimin argues as he lifts on his elbows to glare at Taehyung.
Jungkook can’t dispute that. He had the same idea.
Namjoon snorts at their antics. “Wasn’t asking the three of you, darlings,” he says with a slightly mean grin.
“I’ll take Jimin,” Seokjin says, moving to in between Jimin’s legs already. He winks at Jimin. “Prepare for some serious edging because your first choice should’ve been me.”
“No, hyungie,” Jimin whines, pouting and employing his best puppy eyes. “You’re my favorite, promise. I like you the best.”
“Really? And what about the rest of us?” Hoseok lifts a challenging eyebrow.
Jungkook and Taehyung can’t help their laughter at the pickle Jimin got himself in.
“Just give up,” Jungkook suggests as Jimin opens his mouth to no doubt get himself into more trouble. “There’s nothing you can say to make this better.”
Jimin snaps his mouth shut but the pout never leaves, so Jungkook lifts up to give him a consolation kiss. Their tongues intertwine as they lick into each other’s mouths. Jimin bites at Jungkook’s lips, sucks on them, licks over them. It has Jungkook shivering, his cock leaking.
“And that’s your last kiss,” Yoongi declares, pushing the two of them to lie back down.
“What? Why?” Taehyung demands, frowning.
“Because we say so,” Yoongi grins at him. “Because I wanna see how good you can be for us and not do something you so desperately want to.”
“You just like to see us suffer,” Jimin says. None of the hyungs disapprove, grins on their faces. Jimin huffs.
“You good with me, bun?” Yoongi asks Jungkook, hands moving down the insides of Jungkook’s thighs, thumbs rubbing teasing circles so close to where Jungkook wants them most.
“I’m good with any of you. All hyungs fuck so well,” Jungkook says, nose scrunching as he grins.
Namjoon leans over Taehyung to cup Jungkook’s cheek and stroke his thumb over the cheekbone. “Smart answer, baby,” he praises with a little huff of a laugh.
Jimin hits Jungkook on the chest with the back of his hand. “You’re such a suck up.”
Jungkook pinches Jimin’s thigh in retaliation, having him gasp. “You’re only grumpy ‘cause you know Jin-hyung will deliver on his threat.” He looks at Hoseok then, widening his eyes on purpose. “I wouldn’t mind something to suck on, though.”
Taehyung giggles from beside him, frame shaking. But then goes suddenly silent and grips Jungkook’s arm because Namjoon already has slicked his fingers with lube and has settled between Taehyung’s legs.
“Fuck, hyung, warn a guy,” Taehyung groan out when he gets his voice back.
“No sucking,” Hoseok shakes his head to Jungkook’s request. He passes the lube off to Seokjin who pours it down Jimin’s cock, making him jump and hiss.
“Sorry, is it cold?” Seokjin asks, lashes fluttering innocently.
Jimin’s smile is forced. “Nope. Hyung is taking care of me so well,” he lies. All of them know Jimin insists on the lube getting warmed up before it goes near him.
Seokjin laughs, that low and endeared chuckle he reserves only for the six of them.
Jungkook refocuses back on Hoseok even as Yoongi crouches in front of him. “How about just the t-tip?” he bargains, stuttering on the last word because Yoongi spreads his cheeks and licks right over his hole. “Fucking fuck, hyung,” Jungkook moans when Yoongi gets right to business.
Jungkook’s eyes fall closed at the sensation of Yoongi’s wet dexterous tongue prodding and licking at his rim. He hears Hoseok laugh, feels his fingers stroking over his thigh.
The three of them quickly forget all banter as the hyungs work them open. Taehyung has been reduced to little ah-ah-ahs as Namjoon fucks him with his fingers.
Jimin is biting his plump bottom lip so fiercely it turns white, only heavy breaths leaving him while both Seokjin and Hoseok use their fingers on him. Lucky, Jungkook thinks.
But not as lucky as Jungkook himself. It’s unbelievable to have Yoongi’s mouth on his hole, loosening him up. The warm wet tongue prods inside him, helped by Yoongi’s fingers, and Jungkook can’t help the whines and curses that spill out of him, or the way he grabs onto both Jimin’s and Taehyung’s hands.
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin catches his attention.
Jungkook tosses his head to the side, nose nearly colliding with Jimin’s cheekbone at how uncoordinated he already is.
Seokjin reaches over to tug Jimin’s lip from between his teeth and turns his head towards Jungkook. “No tongue,” he warns.
Jimin is already nodding enthusiastically; it’s better than nothing. His free hand cups Jungkook’s cheek and he presses their lips together. Jimin must not want to get even more in trouble because that’s all he does, the two of them exchanging tiny pecks and trembling together.
“No fair,” Taehyung tugs on his and Jungkook’s intertwined fingers. “Give me a kiss too.”
Jungkook smiles against Jimin’s mouth, feels him grinning too, but he can’t deny Taehyung anything, so he turns his head to the other side and meets Taehyung’s lips in a soft kiss.
While Jungkook alternates between his kissing partners, Yoongi gets three fingers inside him, only once in a while brushing over Jungkook’s prostate, no doubt to hear him gasp and whine. His tongue laves little kitten licks over Jungkook’s balls and up the shaft.
Seokjin seems to be a lot more generous with Jimin. By the way Jimin grips Jungkook’s fingers in a death grip, the sounds he makes, and Seokjin’s satisfied grin, Jungkook can only guess how many times Seokjin brings Jimin to the edge by stroking his spot just to deny him.
It would be a great punishment if Jimin didn’t secretly love it.
On Jungkook’s other side, Taehyung is probably the luckiest of them all. Namjoon has already freed his glorious dick that makes Jungkook salivate just by looking at it and is sliding it over Taehyung’s no less impressive cock, rubbing them together
“Hyung, please,” Taehyung whines. “Just fuck me, come on.” He lifts his legs, spreads them wider, which in turn makes Jungkook’s left leg lift up higher.
Namjoon shakes his head, hair falling into his eyes. Jungkook wants to brush it away and maybe tug at the strands a little.
“We have to wait for the others, baby,” Namjoon tells Taehyung, soothing him by running his hands all over his sweat-glistening skin.
Taehyung doesn’t listen, never does to be fair, and reaches for Namjoon’s dick himself. His hand gets pushed away and the loud slaps Namjoon deals to his thighs ring loud in the room. Not as loud as Taehyung’s cries at the action, though.
“I told you to wait,” Namjoon scolds, fingers digging into Taehyung’s cheeks as he holds Taehyung’s chin firmly. His jaw is clenched tight, eyes sharp, and Jungkook shudders at the intensity of his gaze. He’s pretty sure Taehyung got him angry on purpose and doesn’t blame him one bit.
“Jimin, hurry the fuck up,” Taehyung near growls out.
“Shit, fuck,” Jimin trembles through another denied orgasm, clutching Jungkook’s fingers so hard it makes him wince. Seokjin and Hoseok giggle over him.
There’s tears running down Jimin’s temples and Jungkook presses his lips to Jimin’s skin to catch them. But he turns away quickly and throws his head back with a loud moan when Yoongi takes the head of Jungkook’s cock into his mouth to suckle on.
“It’s not,” Jimin gulps in a deep breath. “It’s not me that’s slowing things down.”
“Have you learned your lesson?” Seokjin asks. The wet squelch as he and Hoseok both finger fuck Jimin is so lewd. But it also has heat coiling tight in Jungkook’s belly.
Jimin nods quickly. “Yeah, yes,” he breathes out. “Hyungs are so great. Want all of you to fuck me at the same time.”
Hoseok chuckles, bright and airy. “I don’t think we’d all fit here, baby.” He does something that has Jimin’a mouth dropping open in a silent moan, back arching off the bed
Yoongi pops off Jungkook, only his fingers never ceasing their slow in and out. He looks over Jimin hungrily. “We could try,” he says with a smirk.
Jungkook near moans at the idea. The image of Jimin stretched on so many cocks is as obscene as it is gorgeous. The whispered fuck Taehyung lets out makes Jungkook think he’d be interested in seeing that too.
“How about we start with two?” Namjoon, as always, is the voice of reason and brilliant ideas. He’s grinning at Jimin as he says, “You think you could take Jin-hyung and Hoseokie at the same time, Min-ah?”
“Absolutely, yes, please,” Jimin agrees enthusiastically.
Jungkook might be drooling a little. He definitely wants to see that. And maybe experience it for himself some time.
“Jungkookie’s definitely interested in the idea,” Yoongi lets everyone know, a teasing tilt to his lips. “The way his hole is squeezing my fingers… Do you want two hyungs inside you, baby?”
Jungkook near comes at the words said in Yoongi’s low gravelly drawl. It’s not fair how turned on his hyungs can get him.
“I’d be happy with just one now, please,” he answers Yoongi, eyes big and innocent on purpose. He doesn’t think he could survive the treatment Jimin got right now. His body is aching for a good release.
Yoongi pulls his fingers out of Jungkook and goes to unzip his pants. “How can I deny you when you’re so polite.”
It’s a bit ridiculous how Namjoon has them all line up and push in at the exact same time. But all thoughts of that or any other matter disperse quickly as soon as Yoongi’s cock is inside him.
The stretch is so delicious, and Yoongi made sure Jungkook’s plenty wet, dripping with lube the way he likes. The first thrust punches the air out of Jungkook’s lungs because Yoongi doesn’t hold back. He stuffs Jungkook full in one go, pulls nearly all the way out, leaving only the tip inside before slamming back in.
Jungkook can’t focus on anything else except Yoongi’s hot throbbing dick inside him, brushing against his spot with every other thrust. Taehyung and Jimin are quiet now too, only moans and whimpers and curses leaving their mouths.
The hyungs always joke that all it takes to shut the three of them up is a good fuck. They’re not wrong.
Taehyung nuzzles at Jungkook’s cheek, his breaths puffing hot against Jungkook’s skin as Namjoon seems to take after Yoongi in not starting out gentle at all. Jungkook takes the signal and turns his head. Their lips meet in an almost chaste kiss, so unlike what’s happening around them, inside them.
Jungkook pecks Taehyung’s lips over and over, huffing into his mouth as Yoongi picks up pace. It’s incredibly tempting to just lick into Taehyung’s mouth, and Jungkook whines softly because he knows he’s not allowed. Their hands rest between them, fingers tangled and squeezing the other’s on a particularly good thrust.
“Fuck, hyung, fuck,” Taehyung mumbles against Jungkook’s lips. “Please please please.”
When Jungkook pulls back slightly, Taehyung’s pretty lips parted and spit-slick, he sees Namjoon already jerking Taehyung off. Sweat rolls down Namjoon’s temples, an expression of utter concentration on his face, like fucking Taehyung is the most important thing he has ever done. It’s incredibly endearing.
“Jungkookie,” Jimin whispers from his other side, so tiny and near broken.
Jungkook whips his head to him quickly. Seokjin is fucking Jimin slow and steady, Hoseok adding his fingers for the stretch to fit himself inside. Jungkook can’t imagine how that feels, and Jimin looks a bit overwhelmed, crying again.
“Do you wanna stop?” Jungkook asks in an equally quiet whisper. He’s sure the hyungs asked Jimin that already, but all of them like to check in a lot. He has to bite back a moan then when Yoongi slams into him, hitting his prostate dead on.
Jimin shakes his head. “Kiss,” he requests.
Jungkook is more than happy to oblige. He doesn’t break the rules though, no matter how tempting Jimin’s lips are. He keeps the pecks light, swipes his tongue over Jimin’s plump lips, nibbles the tiniest bit on the bottom one.
“Good boy,” Hoseok praises. Jungkook has no idea which one of them he means but the words still curl up warmly in his tummy. “Our babies are doing so well for us.”
“Wanna come, Taehyungie?” Namjoon murmurs so softly that Jungkook barely catches the words over all the other noises.
“Wanna wait for Jiminie and Jungkookie,” Taehyung pants out, voice wrecked and sounding like he’s crying too. How Jungkook is the only one not crying is a mystery to himself.
“Baby, what about you?” Yoongi asks. His fingers stroke Jungkook’s cheek but he doesn’t make him pull away from Jimin’s mouth.
“Wait. Jiminie,” Jungkook mumbles not capable of anything more. But Yoongi understands. His rhythm slows down to a more of a deep grind, giving Jungkook time to breathe but still getting him to feel so tantalizingly full.
Jimin’s breaths are short and shallow against Jungkook’s lips. They’re barely kissing anymore, just resting against each other. Taehyung reaches over Jungkook, searching. Yoongi takes Jimin’s and Jungkook’s intertwined hands to bring them to rest on Jungkook’s belly where Taehyung can join in on the hand holding.
“Doing so good for us, Jimin-ah,” Hoseok praises again, definitely aware of the impact the words have coming from his mouth; all of them crave Hoseok’s praise the most.
“Just a bit more, baby,” Seokjin promises, his own voice strained.
Hoseok pushes Jimin’s leg, the one that’s so conveniently tied to Jungkook’s, closer to his chest. It might not be a feat for Jimin who’s so damn flexible, but Jungkook struggles a bit, a groan leaving him. Yoongi’s fingers sliding over Jungkook’s cock help to forget the strain though.
It’s very apparent when Hoseok slides inside Jimin along with Seokjin. Not only do Seokjin and Hoseok moan in unison, but Jimin’s whole frame trembles, a high breathy whine slipping out of his mouth and into Jungkook’s. He turns his head away, taking deep gulps of air.
“Shit, that looks…” Yoongi rarely doesn’t finish his sentences, and Jungkook wishes he could see what Yoongi’s seeing. Maybe he’ll have to ask them to record it if this ever happens again. “Okay, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi still checks.
“So fucking good,” Jimin chokes out. The grip he has on Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s hands is painful, but it relaxes considerably when Hoseok and Seokjin start to move, getting him used to the sensation.
Yoongi and Namjoon take the others’ lead, rocking back into Jungkook and Taehyung forcefully. Taehyung mumbles curses under his breath, and Jungkook agrees wholeheartedly, arching his back a little at the pleasure that flares back up.
There are hands gliding over Jungkook’s bound legs and naked thighs, words of praise raining down around him. His brain fuzzes more and more the longer Yoongi pounds into him, his thrusts turning hard and rough quickly.
Jungkook holds onto Jimin’s and Taehyung’s hands tightly, fingers intertwined and resting over Jungkook’s belly. He nuzzles noses with Taehyung, the both of them being jostled by their hyungs over and over. Then he turns to Jimin, presses his lips against Jimin’s slack mouth even if Jimin doesn’t have it in him to respond with as little as a peck.
There’s only the sound of all of their harsh breaths in the room, the wet filthy sound of the three of them getting fucked in different rhythms, the shameless wanton moans of more and yes and please.
The pleasure builds and builds within Jungkook. His belly tightens with it as Yoongi’s thrusts quicken, hitting Jungkook’s spot again and again and again.
Jimin is the one to finish first, though, with a string of colorful curses, body going taut like a guitar string. He snaps after a few seconds and slumps onto the bed. He huffs into Jungkook’s mouth where their lips are still pressed together. A little whine escapes him as first Seokjin and then Hoseok moan through their orgasms, finishing inside Jimin.
Jungkook pecks Jimin’s mouth, gives his glorious lips a little lick, and turns back to Taehyung, letting Jimin catch his breath.
Taehyung greets him eagerly, kissing and kissing Jungkook’s lips, making him huff a little laugh. Namjoon is relentless with Taehyung, has to hold him down so he wouldn’t jostle too much from Namjoon’s forceful thrusts.
Jungkook lends Taehyung a hand. He wraps his fingers over Taehyung’s cock, thumbs at the wet tip. Taehyung mewls into Jungkook’s mouth. His tongue peeks out to swipe over Jungkook’s lips as whines are punched out of him with Namjoon’s every move, with every swipe of Jungkook’s fingers over his cockhead.
The harsh bite to Jungkook’s lip isn’t quite unexpected when Taehyung finally comes. He near growls, fingers tightening around Jungkook’s, little shocks of pleasure wracking his body.
Namjoon isn’t far behind. His grip on Taehyung is harsh, fingers digging into his shoulder and hip, and a low groan leaves him. He hangs his head, catching his breath, muscles tense. Jungkook wishes the hyungs would’ve gotten naked too before they started, but it’s too late for that now.
His hyungs taken care of, Jungkook focuses back in on the arousal coursing through his own body. The euphoric pleasure as Yoongi’s cock drills his tight hole spreads from between his legs, all down his thighs and up into his abdomen and chest. It gets even more intense when Yoongi’s fingers wrap around his cock and stroke him to the same maddening rhythm that Yoongi’s hip have set.
Jungkook doesn’t last long after that.
Just a few practiced strokes from Yoongi, another few pointed thrusts of his glorious hips, and a murmured come for me, baby, and Jungkook spills over Yoongi’s fingers.
He’s silent in his orgasm, mouth parted and eyes screwed shut. He gulps in breath after breath as the tingling pleasure races all over him, making his toes curl, and setting his nerves on fire.
Yoongi gives another few rough thrusts, having Jungkook whimper from the oversensitivity, and comes inside him, grinding deep and filling him up with warm cum.
It’s a bit of a blur after that for Jungkook. He always gets too out of it after a good orgasm. Luckily for him, he’s got plenty of hyungs who take care of him.
Jungkook makes a disgruntled noise when Yoongi pulls out, the cum leaking down his crack. Yoongi shushes him, cups Jungkook’s cheeks and gives him a long slow kiss that has Jungkook settling quickly.
Too distracted by his liplock with Yoongi, Jungkook’s not sure who unties all the pretty rope work from his shins, but his bet is on Hoseok. He definitely recognizes Seokjin’s slim but strong fingers massaging his legs, getting the blood flowing again.
When Yoongi pulls away, Jungkook seeks out Taehyung, kissing him deep, filthy, and sloppy like he’s wanted before. The hyungs whisper in soft voices, easily and skillfully organizing the aftercare, knowing well what the three of them need. Jungkook grumbles a little when Namjoon pulls him away from Taehyung’s lips and gets the three of them to drink some water.
Jungkook latches onto Jimin’s lips next, refusing to pull away when Seokjin brings a damp towel to clean him up a little. He only lifts his hips and spreads his legs as Seokjin requests.
And then Jungkook is free to roll onto his side to wrap Jimin up into his arms as Taehyung does the same to Jungkook. Their cuddle pile is an established tradition, and Jungkook revels in the familiarity of it.
“How was it, Jimin-ah?” Taehyung asks, nuzzling into Jungkook’s throat. He has a leg thrown over Jungkook’s hips, reaching over Jimin too.
Jimin hums, and Jungkook hears the smile in his voice when he answers. “Life changing. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
Taehyung scoffs. “Would too,” he grumbles and smacks Jimin’s arm, hitting Jungkook too. Jungkook only rolls his eyes, too used to being caught in the crossfire and too tired to retaliate.
“Jungkookie would love it,” Jimin sing-songs, unbothered.
“What would Jungkookie love?” Hoseok asks, returning to the bed with the fluffiest blanket they own. He settles it around the three of them, and tucks them in.
“Getting fucked by two cocks at once,” Jimin answers.
“Jimin thinks I wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Taehyung complains, the pout clear in his whiny tone.
Jungkook hides his tired grin at all the familiar bickering in Jimin’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade just because he can.
“We can arrange for you to try,” Namjoon says. The bed dips and moves as he settles on it, probably next to Jimin because he didn’t get to kiss him much tonight. Jungkook doesn’t check, too comfortable curled and hidden between Jimin and Taehyung.
“Me too,” Jungkook mumbles sleepily. Seokjin and Hoseok looked so good bending Jimin in half and fucking him together, and Jimin seemed so wonderfully overwhelmed that Jungkook’s a little envious thinking about it.
“You too, baby,” Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook hums, pleased.
Someone ruffles Jungkook’s hair. He hears Yoongi and Seokjin returning, announcing that they’ve got food. That gets Jungkook’s attention. He shrugs off the sleepiness and sits up.
The rest of their night is spent feeding each other, laughing together, trading soft kisses between the seven of them. Snuggled between his hyungs, Jungkook has never felt this safe and cozy.