“Could it be because of this?” Taehyung teases, pressing against the end of the plug and rocking it up into Yoongi’s prostate. Yoongi’s legs falter as he slips down a bit from the counter with a moan.
Taehyung’s fingers grip more harshly in his hair, pulling him back up as he removes his finger from the butt plug. Yoongi can feel a line of drool leak from the side of his mouth.
Taehyung’s face comes into view, as he leans over bringing himself to Yoongi’s level. It’s the first time since this started that Yoongi’s been able to see his face, and it sends a shiver through him.
Taehyung’s eyes are glossy and dark and the smirk on his face is one usually reserved for his stage performances, as his tongue snakes out, licking the corner of his mouth, and he chews on the nonexistent gum in his mouth is that way that looks so sexy.
But then Yoongi guesses it makes sense. This is a performance too—Taehyung acting out his fantasies with Yoongi.
“I don’t think that little butt plug is going to do the trick, do you Yoongi-yah?” Taehyung steps to the side, still holding Yoongi’s head against the counter as he pulls the front of his own lounge pants down, pulling out his hard cock and stroking it.
It’s so big—Yoongi had forgotten how big Taehyung was, but now he’s salivating at the thought of that monster inside him.
“Sir, fuck, you’re so big, sir,” Yoongi can’t help but to praise that glorious cock.
“Sir, fuck, you’re so big, sir,” Yoongi can’t help but to praise that glorious cock.
Taehyung groans at Yoongi’s words and lets go of his hair. “Don’t move,” he commands, as he moves somewhere back out of Yoongi’s vision. Yoongi stays in place as instructed, but at least the release of his hair from Taehyung’s grasp has him able to move his head around a bit.
As he stretches his neck he his eyes flicker to the entryway to the dining/great room area, where he catches a glimpse of Jin sitting in a chair off to the side.
He had almost forgotten about his “moderator” but the thought of having an audience sends a fresh thrill running through him. As he looks at Jin's face, he sees Jin watching him calmly. Yoongi smirks, wiping the drool from his lip, and wondering what’s going through Jin's mind.
He’s torn from his musings as Taehyung returns and he feels a hand back on him, this time pressing between his shoulder blades and holding him against the counter as the butt plug is ripped roughly from him.
He lets out a little yelp, and sees Jin flinch on the couch before the plug is placed on the counter in front of his face, blocking most of his view.
He barely has time to process the sensation though before a cool drizzle falls between his cheeks as Taehyung pours a copious amount of lube, catching it with his fingers and dipping them into Yoongi’s already stretched hole.
Yoongi groans as Taehyung’s long fingers reach inside him, scissoring inside him.
He can feel the heat begin to build in his gut at Taehyung’s ministrations, and a drip of pre-cum falls from his dick, landing on his foot. He can’t help the moans that start to fall from his lips.
He can feel the heat begin to build in his gut at Taehyung’s ministrations, and a drip of pre-cum falls from his dick, landing on his foot. He can’t help the moans that start to fall from his lips.
“You sound so pretty, Yoongi-yah.” Taehyung’s deep voice rumbles close to his ear, as he feels Taehyung’s cock slide against his leg, leaving a wet trail behind.
When Taehyung pulls his fingers out Yoongi expects the next thing he will feel is the head of Taehyung’s monster cock pressed to his rim, but that’s not what happens.
“We need you a little more stretched for me Yoongi-yah,” Taehyung says as suddenly something cold and smooth rubs across Yoongi’s rim, and he gasps. He feels pressure and then a unbelievable stretch as something cold and firm enters him. The sensation takes his breath away.
“T-Tae, ah sir,” Yoongi pants as he’s slowly, his body racing to adjust.
“Look at you Yoongi-yah,” Taehyung growls, “taking a cucumber so well.”
“Look at you Yoongi-yah,” Taehyung growls, “taking a cucumber so well.”
Oh, that’s what it is, Yoongi realizes as he feels the 2 inch diameter phallic shaped vegetable stretch his rim. It slides in easily, as Taehyung must’ve lubed it well. But it’s so cold and so hard and fuck...it feels good against his heated skin even if its testing his limits.
Taehyung keeps pushing the cucumber deeper and deeper inside him and Yoongi is struggling to remember how much was left intact when he dropped the knife. Six inches? Maybe eight?
“Fuck, Yoongi-yah, you should see how pretty your hole looks. I wish I had my camera,” Taehyung says wistfully, and Yoongi knows he means it. He imagines what a close up would look like hanging in Taehyung’s bedroom.
Taehyung must have most of the cucumber inside him now, as Yoongi feels him halt and then begin to pull it out almost to his rim before pressing it back in. The cool slide feels amazing and Taehyung starts to fuck him with the cucumber, to a chorus of groans from Yoongi.
The heat begins to build inside Yoongi’s gut as Taehyung fucks him faster. His cock is dripping freely now and bumping the island with every thrust, but it’s not enough for him to come. He doesn’t even know if he’s allowed to yet.
“S-Sir,” Yoongi pants between moans.
“S-Sir,” Yoongi pants between moans.
“What’s that Yoongi-yah? Ready for my cock?” Taehyung teases, rubbing it against his leg, and yes—Yoongi is ready for it. Needs it.
“Y-Yes, please,” Yoongi manages.
“Y-Yes, please,” Yoongi manages.
Next thing he knows the cucumber is gone and he feels so empty, fluttering as he whines at the loss. He doesn’t have to wait long. Taehyung is back in a flash, cock sheathed in a condom as he spins Yoongi around and lifts him onto the island dragging his ass just off the edge.
Yoongi’s a mess, literally, with drool dripping from his lip, bread crumbs stuck to his face and cucumbers and mayonnaise staining his shirt as Taehyung steps up and grabs his hips and pushes into Yoongi abruptly.
Taehyung’s big—bigger than the cucumber, but Yoongi’s stretched so well that Taehyung sinks in to the hilt immediately. His cock is warm and firm and so long Yoongi can feel it in his gut, and he needs Taehyung to move, to do something, now.
“Please, T-Tae, sir, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
Taehyung obliges, clearly worked up from toying with Yoongi for so long.
One of Taehyung’s arms wraps around Yoongi back and pulls him closer as he begins to thrust inside him.
Taehyung obliges, clearly worked up from toying with Yoongi for so long.
One of Taehyung’s arms wraps around Yoongi back and pulls him closer as he begins to thrust inside him.
Taehyung crashes their lips together, tongues tangling wildly as the heat builds between them. Yoongi forgot how good Tae kisses, wants to spend time more time kissing him, tasting him,
but his breathing is becoming ragged as a hot white coil builds at his core with Taehyung’s relentless pace.
“I’m gonna come, Tae, sir, g-gonna come,” Yoongi warns.
“I’m gonna come, Tae, sir, g-gonna come,” Yoongi warns.
Taehyung wraps a hand around Yoongi’s cock, and that’s all it takes to tip him over the edge, as he cries out, arching his back as he shoots ribbons of cum into Taehyung’s hand, and onto his shirt, joining the mess of condiments already there.
Taehyung works him through his orgasm, as Yoongi clenches around him.
“Call me sir,” Taehyung commands, as he lets go of Yoongi’s dick and grips tightly onto Yoongi’s hips, holding him in place.
“Call me sir,” Taehyung commands, as he lets go of Yoongi’s dick and grips tightly onto Yoongi’s hips, holding him in place.
“Sir, so good to me sir,” Yoongi pants between shaky breaths, still coming down from his high, and wincing with sensitivity. “You were so good for my first, sir. Made me come so hard.”
A feral growl escapes Taehyung as he thrusts one final time, before spilling into the condom and collapsing onto Yoongi.
Taehyung lays there for a few minutes, as they both catch their breath, before he pulls out and tosses the condom in the trash and pulls Yoongi into his arms.
Taehyung lays there for a few minutes, as they both catch their breath, before he pulls out and tosses the condom in the trash and pulls Yoongi into his arms.
He sits them down on the floor of the kitchen, Yoongi straddling his lap, amongst the scraps of sandwich fixings that had fallen from the counter.
“Hyungie,” Taehyung says sheepishly, dropping the role play and cupping Yoongi’s face with his hands, “are you okay?”
“Hyungie,” Taehyung says sheepishly, dropping the role play and cupping Yoongi’s face with his hands, “are you okay?”
“I’m fine, baby.” Yoongi smooths a curl away from Taehyung’s sweaty forehand and kisses his brow. “You were so good for me, Tae. That was so hot.”
“You’re not mad I made you call me sir?” He bites his lip with a worried look. He really is a good boy, Yoongi thinks to himself.
“You’re not mad I made you call me sir?” He bites his lip with a worried look. He really is a good boy, Yoongi thinks to himself.
“Tae, you know the rules. You can have me however you want. I loved it. You were perfect.” Yoongi reassures him.
Taehyung looks relieved.
“Just one more thing,” Yoongi adds.
“Anything, hyungie.”
“I need more kisses,” Yoongi says coyly. “I didn’t get enough of that mouth yet.”
Taehyung looks relieved.
“Just one more thing,” Yoongi adds.
“Anything, hyungie.”
“I need more kisses,” Yoongi says coyly. “I didn’t get enough of that mouth yet.”
“Anything you want, hyung.” Taehyung says as he leans in and captures Yoongi’s lips in a soft kiss.
They kiss for a long time, softly, tenderly, just enjoying the feel of their lips together.
They kiss for a long time, softly, tenderly, just enjoying the feel of their lips together.
When they both start getting hard again, Yoongi rises to his knees and sinks back down on Taehyung’s glorious cock, and rides him slowly until they both come a second time, heads buried in each other’s necks, quietly rocking in each other’s arms.
When Yoongi looks up again, he thinks he sees the shadow of Jin’s back move away from the entryway, and wonders if Jin was watching this whole time.
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Jin walks to Yoongi’s room feeling conflicted.
It wasn’t watching Yoongi get fucked by Taehyung that upset him, or even the whole cucumber dildo, although he admits that was interesting.
It wasn’t watching Yoongi get fucked by Taehyung that upset him, or even the whole cucumber dildo, although he admits that was interesting.
No, it was seeing Yoongi and Taehyung wrapped in each other’s arms kissing softly that’s nagging at the back of his brain. It felt intimate. More intimate than he expected it to be, like a moment he wasn’t supposed to see, even though he was supposedly “moderating”.
He knew Yoongi would be fucked by the other members, and had prepared himself for that, but he wasn’t prepared for the intimacy of that moment.
It must have just been the shock of it, he tells himself as he walks into the en-suite bathroom to start the shower, that’s all. He’ll be ready next time.
Yoongi walks in a few minutes later, stripping off his soiled clothing and tossing it into the hamper.
Yoongi walks in a few minutes later, stripping off his soiled clothing and tossing it into the hamper.
Jin gives Yoongi a once over. He looks good, for the most part. There’s a mark at the crook of his neck from Taehyung’s mouth, and some light bruising on his hips where he was pushed up against the island, but overall he doesn’t look too much worse for the wear.
“Oh, I was wondering where you went,” Yoongi throws out casually.
“I figured you’d want to clean up,” Jin says as he lays out a towel for Yoongi by the shower. “Messy.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi chuckles. “Messy is good. It happens.”
There’s a pause and then...
“I figured you’d want to clean up,” Jin says as he lays out a towel for Yoongi by the shower. “Messy.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi chuckles. “Messy is good. It happens.”
There’s a pause and then...
“You should use a condom,” Jin blurts out, before he even knows he is going to say it. /Where did that come from?/
“What?” Yoongi tilts his head, looking at him.
“A condom. You didn’t use one the second time with Tae.” Jin clarifies. “You should use one.”
“What?” Yoongi tilts his head, looking at him.
“A condom. You didn’t use one the second time with Tae.” Jin clarifies. “You should use one.”
“I didn’t even notice,” Yoongi shrugs, opening the glass door to the shower and stepping in. “Besides, we’re all clean. The condoms are really more so I’m not overflowing with everyone’s cum by the end of this.”
Jin leaves Yoongi to his shower and heads to the kitchen to make sure Taehyung cleaned up after them, wondering why the lack of a condom bothers him so much
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Yoongi steps out of the bathroom clean and freshly towel dried, to find a naked Jimin splayed out seductively in his bed, lazily stroking his cock.
Yoongi steps out of the bathroom clean and freshly towel dried, to find a naked Jimin splayed out seductively in his bed, lazily stroking his cock.
“God, hyung, I thought you’d never get done in there,” Jimin whines petulantly. “What were you doing? Waxing your asshole?”
Yoongi smirks—Jimin is always a lot of fun. Demanding, but fun.
Yoongi heads over to sit on the side of the bed, and caresses Jimin’s thigh.
Yoongi smirks—Jimin is always a lot of fun. Demanding, but fun.
Yoongi heads over to sit on the side of the bed, and caresses Jimin’s thigh.
“I’m sorry, your majesty, I didn’t know you were waiting,” Yoongi teases.
“Ah, your majesty might be a little much...I think princess would suffice,” Jimin says with a flick of his wrist.
“Ah, your majesty might be a little much...I think princess would suffice,” Jimin says with a flick of his wrist.
“Then princess it is,” Yoongi says suggestively as he pushes Jimin flat on his bed and crawls on top of him, laying between his legs. They are close to the same height and fit together perfectly. He’s always loved the way Jimin’s body feels against his.
While Yoongi is broader on top, and lithe and wiry, Jimin’s got a dancer's body, trim and toned with a curvy ass and thick thighs that could stop traffic—and have before. They look good together.
“So what do we have planned, princess?” Yoongi says, between kisses and licks to Jimin's neck.
Jimin stretches his neck to the side giving Yoongi better access, as he hums contentedly. “Mmmm, I have a list,” he replies.
Jimin stretches his neck to the side giving Yoongi better access, as he hums contentedly. “Mmmm, I have a list,” he replies.
Yoongi pulls away with a laugh. “A whole list, huh? Okay, where do we start?”
“Hmmm, just keep doing what you’re doing for now,” Jimin directs him. So he does, taking his time laving kisses and gentle licks on Jimin’s neck and chest.
“Hmmm, just keep doing what you’re doing for now,” Jimin directs him. So he does, taking his time laving kisses and gentle licks on Jimin’s neck and chest.
Yoongi knows Jimin can be a little bit of a pillow princess, and that’s clearly the mood he’s in tonight. Yoongi is more than happy to comply with his wishes though, giving Jimin’s body the love and appreciation it deserves.
Jimin grinds his cock lazily against Yoongi’s as Yoongi teases at Jimin’s nipples, and traces Jimin’s tattoo with his tongue. Yoongi can feel the slide of pre-cum between them as they both get more aroused.
“My mouth needs attention too, baby,” Jimin pouts as Yoongi makes his way back up Jimin’s body, joining their lips.
Their kisses are slow and languid and effortlessly sexy, as their hands caress each other’s bodies and they let the heat gradually build.
Their kisses are slow and languid and effortlessly sexy, as their hands caress each other’s bodies and they let the heat gradually build.
Before long Yoongi finds himself chasing more friction as he presses Jimin down into the bed.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, baby. The list,” Jimin reminds him.
“Ah, okay,” Yoongi says with a groan. “Can I just ask how far down the list the fucking begins?”
“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, baby. The list,” Jimin reminds him.
“Ah, okay,” Yoongi says with a groan. “Can I just ask how far down the list the fucking begins?”
“All in good time baby, you’ll see,” Jimin teases, with a boop to his nose. “Up you go.”
A boop to the nose.
Thank god no one is here to see that, Yoongi thinks as he lifts himself off Jimin and turns to see Seokjin sitting in the chair at his desk smirking at him.
A boop to the nose.
Thank god no one is here to see that, Yoongi thinks as he lifts himself off Jimin and turns to see Seokjin sitting in the chair at his desk smirking at him.
Ah, fuck. He’s beginning to rethink this whole moderator thing.
“Okay, baby.” Jimin turns over and gets on his knees, resting his head on a pillow, ass up in the air. “Now you're going to eat me out until I come.”
Jimin must just notice Jin in the room, as he snarks, “Hey, hyungie—I don’t think there’s any danger here unless your beloved Yoongi gets a tongue cramp. You don’t have to stay.”
Jin laughs at Jimin’s cheekiness. “Hmm, maybe, but I’ll probably stay. If only for the sheer entertainment value.”
“To each his own,” Jimin replies sweetly, before craning his neck to look at Yoongi. “Now what are you waiting for, baby? My ass isn’t gonna rim itself.”
“To each his own,” Jimin replies sweetly, before craning his neck to look at Yoongi. “Now what are you waiting for, baby? My ass isn’t gonna rim itself.”
Jimin may be the death of me someday, Yoongi thinks with a smile, as he leans in and licks a fat stripe between Jimin’s cheeks to shut him up.
He jokes, but it really is a beautiful ass, and Yoongi can’t help but get into it as he spreads Jimin’s cheeks and starts to tease at Jimin’s rim with the tip of his tongue.
Jimin’s ass is completely smooth shaven—also waxed, buffed and bleached—and so clean you could eat off of it in a restaurant and not have a health code violation. It looks like a perfect cam boy ass, and Yoongi absently wonders if Jimin’s ever made a video just for fun.
As he presses the tip of his tongue in he tastes strawberries and a deep musky taste that has his cock twitching with desire.
He sucks and licks voraciously at Jimin’s rim, coaxing him open on his tongue, the tight ring of muscle slowly giving way under his ministrations until he’s lapping at Jimin’s walls, and adding a lubed finger to the mix.
“F-Fuck, hyung, is that the best you can do? What’s all this s-shit about tongue technology you brag about?” Jimin goads him, but the stutter in his voice and the tight grip on the pillow under his head says he’s not being entirely truthful in his complaints.
Nonetheless, Yoongi doubles down his efforts, grabbing onto Jimin’s hips and making his tongue stiffer as he fucks Jimin back onto his tongue. If the moans coming from Jimin’s mouth are any indication, any complaints he may have had are gone.
Yoongi’s tongue is actually getting a cramp now and the amount of drool leaking from his mouth is ridiculous, but he feels Jimin’s thighs begin to tremble below his hands, so he knows he’s close.
“H-Hyung, baby, g-gonna come,” Jimin whimpers, then bites down on the pillow under him.
Yoongi reaches between Jimin’s legs and begins to stroke his cock, as Jimin’s moans increase, audible even through the feather pillow filling his mouth.
Yoongi reaches between Jimin’s legs and begins to stroke his cock, as Jimin’s moans increase, audible even through the feather pillow filling his mouth.
He knows Jimin’s about to come, but Yoongi can’t get that cam boy image out of his head though, so he pulls his tongue out—to a loud protest from Jimin—and pulls Jimin’s cock back between his legs pushing his thighs closed behind it.
“Hyungie, what the fu…” Jimin starts to protest, but then Yoongi plunges two long bony fingers into his fluttering hole and bends them just right, pressing into the spongy mass of Jimin’s prostate.
Jimin’s back immediately arches, popping up on his hands with the pillow still clenched in his teeth as a sound somewhere between a deep guttural moan and scream leaves his chest.
Yoongi sits back on his knees, stroking his dick as he massages Jimin’s prostate with the pads of his fingers and watches Jimin’s pretty cock pulse and throb and shoot cum down his thighs. Yoongi decides he would pay for a subscription to watch this.
Jimin’s still twitching and clenching around Yoongi’s fingers as cum continues to dribble from his dick, and Yoongi’s stroking his own cock, feeling the heat build in his gut. He happens to glance over at Jin, and notices Jin’s palm pressed to the front of his pants.
Yeah, Jin’s not a voyeur, not at all, Yoongi thinks sarcastically. But there’s something so fucking hot about the way Jin’s looking at him, and he feels the tension in his gut increase, as he considers locking eyes with Jin while he jacks off all over Jimin’s pretty ass.
He finds Jin’s eyes in the semi darkness and starts to move the hand on his shaft more quickly now as little grunts escape his chest. He thinks he sees Jin’s hand moving too, but it’s shadowy so he can’t be sure.
He kind of wants to know. He doesn’t know why, but he does. He feels his gut clench, chasing the orgasm that’s bubbling just below the surface.
Then suddenly Jimin pulls off his fingers, spent, collapsing face down onto the bed. That’s okay, Yoongi thinks, leaning forward on one hand and brushing his cock against Jimin’s ass, as he strokes it, feeling himself almost at the point of no return.
He turns to search for Jin’s eyes again across the room.
“Don’t even think about it, hyung” Jimin’s voice calls out, drawing Yoongi’s eyes back to him on the pillow below.
“What?” Yoongi's voice comes out gruff, aroused, so close to his release.
“Don’t even think about it, hyung” Jimin’s voice calls out, drawing Yoongi’s eyes back to him on the pillow below.
“What?” Yoongi's voice comes out gruff, aroused, so close to his release.
Jimin turns to his side and circles his tiny but strong fingers around the tip of Yoongi’s cock, squeezing tightly. “You’re not allowed to come yet, baby. Not until I get fucked by that hard cock.”
Yoongi can’t contain the whimper that leaves his chest.
He’s pretty sure he hears Jin groan too.
He really shouldn’t be surprised. Jimin’s always been demanding.
He’s pretty sure he hears Jin groan too.
He really shouldn’t be surprised. Jimin’s always been demanding.
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“I said I wanted to come on your tongue, baby,” Jimin protests, as Yoongi thrusts inside him. “Not your fingers.”
“Oh, stop complaining, you came so hard your thighs were shuddering,” Yoongi retorts, as Jimin pouts beneath him.
“I said I wanted to come on your tongue, baby,” Jimin protests, as Yoongi thrusts inside him. “Not your fingers.”
“Oh, stop complaining, you came so hard your thighs were shuddering,” Yoongi retorts, as Jimin pouts beneath him.
He doesn’t know why Jimin’s like this—why they both are like this—snarky and teasing, but apparently it’s just their dynamic both in and out of the bedroom.
He does love Jimin though, and wants him to be happy and satisfied with his reward. And he did kind of cheat a little bit, by not doing what Jimin asked for—but he just looked so pretty shooting cum down his thigh and clenching around Yoongi’s fingers.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Yoongi apologizes, as he slides his hands under Jimin’s hips and changes the angle of his thrusts. Jimin huffs in response. “Besides, you just looked so hot, princess, better than any cam boy I’ve ever seen.”
That seems to satisfy Jimin, as a smile spreads across his face.
“Tell me how hot I am, hyung,” Jimin commands—and Yoongi does, showering Jimin with compliments as he fucks deeply into him and brings Jimin close to a second orgasm. Yoongi’s already on the edge, and has been since Jimin stopped him earlier.
Jimin preens as Yoongi praises his body, his voice, his beauty—all of it true, of course—until he’s finally begging Yoongi to make him come.
And Yoongi does, wrapping his hand around Jimin’s lovely cock and stroking gently as Jimin finds his release whimpering so beautifully for him as Yoongi follows only seconds behind.
They collapse on the bed in each other’s arms, spent. Jimin is finally exhausted enough that Yoongi can just kiss him quietly with no arguments, which is nice. So he does, enjoying the perfect fit of Jimin’s body with his as they lay, arms and legs intertwined, kissing softly.
They stay this way for a long time, until Jimin is half asleep and Yoongi feels a comfortable exhaustion begin to wash over him. He manages to find a towel left on the nightstand and cleans Jimin up, before sleep overcomes both of them, as they doze quietly on Yoongi’s bed.
They are both sound asleep when Jin cover them with a blanket and smooths the hair from Yoongi’s brow, before turning out the lights and leaving the room.
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A few hours have passed, and Jin saw Jimin leave Yoongi’s room not long ago, so he heads to the kitchen to make himself a snack. Best to take advantage of the opportunity while he can. He needs to clear his head anyway.
A few hours have passed, and Jin saw Jimin leave Yoongi’s room not long ago, so he heads to the kitchen to make himself a snack. Best to take advantage of the opportunity while he can. He needs to clear his head anyway.
It doesn’t help that Yoongi kept catching his eye and looking right at him while having sex with Jimin. Granted Jin was aroused too, and he did have his hand on his cock. He didn’t mean to, it just kind of happened.
He didn’t expect to have such complicated feelings rise up inside of him when he asked to moderate this evening. He truly did have the best intentions in mind. He should have known better, really. Yoongi’s always been special to him.
Ever since they were roommates back in the early years, there was a bond between them that he just didn’t have with all the others—they understood each other. He wouldn’t have called it love back then, but now he’s not so sure.
He never really had to think about it before the whole reward thing happened. Yoongi didn’t get involved sexually or romantically with the other members so it was sort of a non-issue.
It was easy to compartmentalize his feeling away when that side of Yoongi was not apparent in their everyday lives.
It’s true that the other members did, and still do, have sex with each other on occasion. Jin has partaken before. He’s only human. It’s mainly a product of grueling schedules, being together 24 hours a day, and the need for discretion.
There are no feelings there, beyond their mutual love and respect for each other as people. About the closest thing to an actual relationship is Jimin and Tae, and they’re soulmates whether in bed together or not, their feelings for each other not rooted in the physical.
So when the first reward happened in 2016, Jin was surprised by the depth of emotion that having sex with Yoongi brought out in him.
They were so young then, giddy with their first win, adrenaline rushing through them. It was the first time any of them would be with Yoongi, and the tension was palpable.
Jin’s turn was third, but he was so nervous that he kept pushing it off, letting other members go before him, with the excuse that he didn’t feel well. They didn’t ask questions, too caught up in their own excitement.
The hours passed as he sat nervously on his bed in their room, trying to bring himself to go to Yoongi.
Before he knew it, he was the only one left...and Yoongi came to him.
Before he knew it, he was the only one left...and Yoongi came to him.
“Hyungie.” Yoongi entered their room, freshly showered and wearing a fluffy robe, looking soft and beautiful. He stepped inside and closed the door gently behind him. “Do you not want your reward?”
His voice sounded tentative, almost sad. Like maybe he was worried that Jin didn’t want him. It wasn’t that—if anything he wanted Yoongi too much and it scared him.
“N-No, I do, Yoongi-yah, I just...haven’t felt great,” Jin explained. It wasn’t a total lie—his feelings had been doing a number on his nerves all night.
“Hmmm,” Yoongi said softly. “Well, would it be okay if I just laid with you for a while? We don’t have to do anything unless you feel up to it.”
“Yeah, okay, yeah,” Jin responded.
“Yeah, okay, yeah,” Jin responded.
Yoongi flicked the light switch, casting the room into darkness save for the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The next thing Jin knew, a naked Yoongi was climbing into bed next to him, having lost the robe on the floor somewhere on his way.
Jin was on his back, propped up on pillows and wearing just a t-shirt and boxers. Yoongi wiggled his way under Jin’s arm and snuggled into Jin’s side, throwing a leg over Jin’s thigh. Jin let him, but didn’t touch back, letting his arm remain limp on the bed under Yoongi’s head.
The room was unnaturally silent. Jin could hear the squeak of the loose spring in his bed when he moved his elbow, the ticking of the clock on the dresser, the puffs of their soft breaths becoming synchronized as the seconds marked off.
It was their room, but it felt different. The air around him felt different. He felt different.
Yoongi’s cheek lay on his shoulder, cinnamon tinted breath filling his nostrils with each exhale. The warmth of Yoongi’s body pressed to Jin, radiated through the thin fabric of his clothes, and Jin could feel the soft outline of Yoongi’s cock against his bare thigh.
Yoongi was offering himself to Jin. It was part of a reward, sure, but there in the darkness of the room they shared, it was easy for Jin to pretend it was just them—that this was something more.
It was a decision point. He could continue to lay there passively and let the moment go by, skip his turn, and go back to his everyday life and compartmentalized thoughts. But the pull was too strong—the curiosity and desire so intense that he couldn’t let it pass.
He brought his arm up, slowly, letting the tips of his fingers brush along the curve of Yoongi’s hip, as he closed his eyes and tipped his head to the side to breathe in the scent of Yoongi’s freshly washed hair. The touch was an invitation, an opening, and Yoongi took it.
“Hyungie,” Yoongi whispered softly as his head tilted up and he rolled his hips against Jin’s thigh. It was the only word spoken between them the rest of the night.
There were so many other words Jin wanted to say though.
There were so many other words Jin wanted to say though.
He wanted to praise Yoongi—tell him how gorgeous he looked going down on Jin’s cock, hips in the air as he crouched between Jin’s legs, slurping pre-cum from his slit, swirling his tongue around the head, taking Jin deep into his throat as Jin threaded fingers in Yoongi's hair.
He wanted to tell Yoongi how perfectly he moved on top of him, how sexy he looked as he rode Jin and how pretty Yoongi’s pink cock looked as it stood out at a right angle, bouncing against Jin’s belly in the moonlight.
He wanted Yoongi to know how beautiful he sounded, how the moans and whimpers coming from his chest at the pleasure he was feeling—the pleasure Jin was giving him—was like a song to his ears, a melody he would trade anything to hear everyday.
He wanted to confess how amazing Yoongi felt clenching around him when Jin hit the angle just right, brushing Yoongi’s prostate and triggering Yoongi’s release as Jin swallowed Yoongi’s moans in his hungry mouth and then followed close after.
He wanted to tell Yoongi that his body was surely made for Jin. That they were made for each other. That this felt right—that it felt real. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t real. He was one of six. This wasn’t anything.
And so he kept his words to himself that night.
And so he kept his words to himself that night.
He let Yoongi fall asleep in his arms while quietly caressing his skin and inhaling his scent, committing all of it to memory so that he could pack it into a pretty little box and compartmentalize it with the rest of his feelings, like he did everyday.
And it was fine. Time passed and it was fine.
In fact, he didn’t have to think about it again for a long time, three years almost, when they won the Top Duo/Group at the BBMAs last year.
In fact, he didn’t have to think about it again for a long time, three years almost, when they won the Top Duo/Group at the BBMAs last year.
It still worries him to think about what happened that night. It’s why he made the decision to moderate tonight, despite all the feelings it’s bringing up in him. He just wants to make sure Yoongi is okay, that they all are okay.
Jin hears a door, and looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch, finishing his sandwich. He can just see down the hallway from where he sits and watches as Jungkook disappears into Yoongi’s room. The maknae must have heard Jimin leave and is eager to get his turn in already.
Jin sighs and puts his plate in the sink and heads down the hallway.
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When Jin opens the door to Yoongi’s room he finds Jungkook on the bed next to Yoongi. They’re both naked—Yoongi already was and Jungkook must’ve shed his clothes as soon as he entered. Jungkook is hard already, and is running a hand over Yoongi’s ass cheek. Yoongi’s fast asleep.
Jungkook startles when Jin walks in, and looks like deer caught in headlights for a moment, as he pulls his hand away from Yoongi and freezes.
Jin stares for just a moment, then raises his hands in a peace offering and whispers, “Don’t mind me, I’ll just sit over here.”
Jin stares for just a moment, then raises his hands in a peace offering and whispers, “Don’t mind me, I’ll just sit over here.”
Yoongi’s breathing is soft and regular from where he lays on the bed, and from Jin's vantage point, he has a partial view of Jungkook, as well as a full view of Yoongi’s face where his head lays peacefully curled on his arm.
Jungkook is just a baby. Well not really—he’s an incredibly hot and strapping 23 year old already—but he’ll always be their baby too. And he is still just learning and exploring what he likes sexually, so he tends to try a lot of different things.
Jin’s been on the receiving end of some of those things a few times and he’s not complaining.
But then again, Jungkook’s massive libido and practically non existent refractory period mean they all have been on the receiving end of an orgasm with Jungkook more often than any of the others since he’s become an adult. Except Yoongi of course.
Jungkook is sweet in bed, gentle by nature, but sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength—that, coupled with his stamina, means that Jin’s glad he’s here to oversee. But for now, Jungkook’s gentler side is showing as he kisses and caresses Yoongi as he sleeps.
When Jungkook reaches a hand out to grab the lube, and begins to warm it up on his fingers though, Jin stiffens. There are no rules, so Jin supposes the fact that Yoongi is still asleep shouldn’t be an issue, but he’s not entirely comfortable with it.
It must show on his face, because he’s just about to stop Jungkook when he sees Yoongi’s eyes blink open and look at him as he raises the hand curled in front of him to bring a finger to his lips. Yoongi’s awake, and wants Jin to let it go. So he does.
Jin watches as Jungkook lifts Yoongi’s cheek and runs a lubed finger against his rim, before he stops, looking up at Jin, almost like he’s asking for permission, or at least giving Jin the opportunity to stop him.
Jin sits quietly and Jungkook resumes, pushing a finger into Yoongi’s already loosened hole.
Yoongi for his part, is an excellent actor, and even though Jin knows he’s awake, he can’t tell although he is looking right at him. There’s no way Jungkook knows from behind him.
Yoongi for his part, is an excellent actor, and even though Jin knows he’s awake, he can’t tell although he is looking right at him. There’s no way Jungkook knows from behind him.
He does make a mental note to talk about explicit prior consent with Jungkook after this is all over, but for now he lets Jungkook have his fantasy.
It’s kind of sexy, actually, Jin thinks, as he watches Jungkook play with Yoongi while he’s still “asleep.” He watches with interest as Jungkook nuzzles Yoongi’s neck, kissing his shoulders and inhaling his scent as Yoongi’s cock begins to get hard just from Jungkook’s fingers.
He wouldn’t mind trying that out sometime, either giving or receiving.
“Isn’t this kind of weird? Watching us, hyung?” Jungkook whispers, as he removes his fingers and lubes up his cock.
“Condom,” Jin replies.
“What?”
“Use a condom,” Jin instructs.
“Condom,” Jin replies.
“What?”
“Use a condom,” Jin instructs.
“Oh yeah.” Jungkook turns and grabs one from the nightstand, putting it on and covering himself in lube. “So isn’t it? Weird, I mean.”
“Maybe a little. You're supposed to pretend I’m not here,” Jin counsels.
“Maybe a little. You're supposed to pretend I’m not here,” Jin counsels.
“Yeah, but you’re the only other one awake in the room. It’s kind of hard to forget,” Jungkook responds as he rubs the tip of his cock against Yoongi’s rim, and a little sigh and puff of air falls from Yoongi’s lips. Nice acting, Jin thinks.
“I can turn away if that helps?” Jin offers.
“No, uh, no...I was actually thinking maybe...you should touch yourself?” Jungkook whispers shyly. “I’ve never had anyone watch me fuck before. That could be kinda hot.”
“No, uh, no...I was actually thinking maybe...you should touch yourself?” Jungkook whispers shyly. “I’ve never had anyone watch me fuck before. That could be kinda hot.”
Jin chews his lip, considering. Leave it to Jungkook to ask for something like this. He’s just supposed to be a fly on the wall.
“No, I don’t think I should,” Jin finally says.
“Suit yourself,” Jungkook pouts sadly, as he slowly pushes his cock into Yoongi.
“No, I don’t think I should,” Jin finally says.
“Suit yourself,” Jungkook pouts sadly, as he slowly pushes his cock into Yoongi.
Fortunately, Jungkook moves nice and slow, letting Yoongi’s body adjust, so that Jin doesn’t feel the need to step in, on Yoongi’s behalf.
Unfortunately, Jungkook is a little shit that is always out to terrorize Jin—for as soon as he’s buried inside Yoongi he begins a vocal play-by-play for Jin’s benefit, as he fucks him slowly.
“Fuck,” he whispers, “Yoongi-hyung is so tight, hyung.”
“Jungkook-ah, that’s not necessary.” Jin whispers back.
“Just wait until you feel this. His ass is so perfect. I know you’ll love it.”
“Kook-ah…”
“It’s like it’s just sucking my cock into it, it’s so wet and slippery.”
“Jungkook-ah, that’s not necessary.” Jin whispers back.
“Just wait until you feel this. His ass is so perfect. I know you’ll love it.”
“Kook-ah…”
“It’s like it’s just sucking my cock into it, it’s so wet and slippery.”
Before he knows it, Jin’s pants are pushed down and he’s stroking his hard cock as he listens to Jungkook’s filthy mouth. Yoongi’s eyes appear to be closed, but he can’t be sure if Yoongi noticed.
Jungkook did though, as he glances over with a smirk and continues.
Jungkook did though, as he glances over with a smirk and continues.
“His body is so soft and little next to mine.”
“He’s just laying here quietly and taking me so well.”
“You won’t believe how tight he is, hyung.”
“He’s just laying here quietly and taking me so well.”
“You won’t believe how tight he is, hyung.”
Jin groans, quickly feeling all the horny thoughts he’s had all evening come flooding back as the blood rushes to his cock, and he’s on the verge of an orgasm he needs so badly.
“I’m gonna come, hyung,” Jungkook whispers. “I’m gonna come, are you gonna come?”
“I’m gonna come, hyung,” Jungkook whispers. “I’m gonna come, are you gonna come?”
Jin can see Jungkook's hips stuttering from across the room. “Fuck.”
God why is he doing this?
“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”
Jin moves his shirt up on his chest and leans back, his hand moves faster on himself, as the tight coil in his gut reaches a snapping point.
God why is he doing this?
“Fuck. Yeah, okay.”
Jin moves his shirt up on his chest and leans back, his hand moves faster on himself, as the tight coil in his gut reaches a snapping point.
“Fuck, fuck yeah,” Jungkook groans as he curls tighter around Yoongi’s back, thrusting deep as his orgasm hits.
Jin’s orgasm hits almost at the same time as Jungkook’s, as his eyes roll back in his head and he lets the waves of pent up arousal wash through him.
Jin’s orgasm hits almost at the same time as Jungkook’s, as his eyes roll back in his head and he lets the waves of pent up arousal wash through him.
He comes hard onto his chest, working himself quietly through the aftershocks, until he slumps in the chair. When he opens his eyes, he sees Yoongi looking right at him, most definitely not asleep now, as he strokes his cock and comes onto the bed.
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That’s it for tonight! We are not through with Jungkook yet!
More to come and perhaps another member tomorrow
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Yoongi lays on the bed, eyes open only a sliver—enough to watch as Jin strokes his dick in the chair across the room. Of course it would be Jungkook that could finally get Jin to break down whatever barrier was holding him back. Kook-ah has that kind of effect on the members.
Plus he’s a sneaky little shit.
Whatever it took, Yoongi’s glad. He’s glad to see Jin participating, unlike the first time they were together in 2016 when Yoongi had to practically throw himself at Jin to get him to respond. It hurt, honestly.
Whatever it took, Yoongi’s glad. He’s glad to see Jin participating, unlike the first time they were together in 2016 when Yoongi had to practically throw himself at Jin to get him to respond. It hurt, honestly.
He knew Jin had sex with the other members on occasion, so the fact that he wasn’t that interested in Yoongi was like a slap to the face. Jin eventually came around, but then he didn’t even say a word to Yoongi the whole time.
That still is painful for Yoongi to think about, so he tries not to.
Then of course there’s the disaster that happened nearly a year ago, the last time they had a reward.
Then of course there’s the disaster that happened nearly a year ago, the last time they had a reward.
He was anxiously looking forward to spending time with Jin again—hopeful that maybe something had changed and that Jin would actually be interested in him. Jin wasn’t. Or more accurately, he never got the chance to find out.
But the aftermath told him all he needed to know—just another memory Yoongi has filed away to protect his heart.
So tonight, right now, as he lays here in bed silently, pretending to be asleep so their little Kookie can have his fun, Yoongi can’t help but get aroused watching Jin touch himself.
He can’t help watching that beautiful worldwide handsome face contort with pleasure as Jin watches Jungkook fuck him—wondering if Jin wishes he was fucking Yoongi too. Maybe they’ll get another chance tonight. He hopes so.
Yoongi feels Jungkook’s hips stutter, as he wraps around Yoongi and thrusts deep inside him, at the same time that Jin bites his lip and tilts his head back, coming on his chest and stomach.
This whole scene is so hot that Yoongi’s close too, so he wraps his hand around his cock and gives it a few strokes then he’s coming again, onto the bed, as Jin watches.
**********
“Were you awake, hyung?” Jungkook pouts into Yoongi’s shoulder as he pulls out and throws the condom away.
“Aww baby, I was asleep, but I woke up because you felt so good inside me,” Yoongi says, turning around to face Jungkook, laying a soft kiss on his pouty lip. Jungkook smiles at the compliment, wrapping his arms around Yoongi and pulling him on top of him, nuzzling his neck.
“Ah, you felt so good, hyung,” Jungkook says. “I missed you.”
Jungkook is the sweetest boy, and the dirty little secret is that Yoongi would probably do just about anything for him. They all would, but Yoongi is especially weak when it comes to those eye smiles and bunny teeth.
Jungkook is the sweetest boy, and the dirty little secret is that Yoongi would probably do just about anything for him. They all would, but Yoongi is especially weak when it comes to those eye smiles and bunny teeth.
Yoongi leans down to kiss him and Jungkook responds, eagerly nipping at Yoongi’s lips before running his tongue along the seam and entering Yoongi’s mouth with his tongue. Yoongi makes a little surprised noise, and then melts into the kiss. After a minute, Jungkook pulls away.
“What was that noise for hyungie?” Jungkook asks.
“Mmmm, you’ve gotten really good at kissing, baby,” Yoongi compliments him.
“Well it’s been almost a year, hyung. I’ve gotten better at a lot of things,” Jungkook teases back, as he pulls Yoongi’s head down into another kiss.
“Mmmm, you’ve gotten really good at kissing, baby,” Yoongi compliments him.
“Well it’s been almost a year, hyung. I’ve gotten better at a lot of things,” Jungkook teases back, as he pulls Yoongi’s head down into another kiss.
It’s true, it’s been almost a year since the first time Yoongi was with Jungkook—he didn’t get to participate in the first reward because he was still too young, and even last year he was skittish and timid with Yoongi, still really coming into his own.
They only fucked once and it was nice, but still a little awkward. Yoongi thinks he should probably make it up to Jungkook this year.
Jungkook really has gotten good at kissing and Yoongi’s loving the soft but strong way Jungkook kisses, not forceful, but in control. It’s sexy as hell, as is the way Jungkook’s hands are caressing his back as Yoongi lies on top of him.
Jungkook’s tongue licks at his lips, his teeth, explores his mouth, and Yoongi let’s him, let’s his baby guide them. Before long Yoongi feels Jungkook getting hard beneath him again.
Jungkook’s hands slide down Yoongi’s body, over his ass and down to his thighs, which Jungkook pulls gently around him so that Yoongi’s straddling him. Their kisses intensify as Jungkook braces his feet and the tip of his hard cock teases Yoongi’s rim.
Yoongi moans at the pressure, his hole sensitive from all the activity of the night so far. Just as Jungkook starts to press in, Yoongi breaks the kiss, stopping him.
“Just a sec, baby.” Yoongi reaches over to the nightstand for a condom and proceeds to roll it onto Jungkook’s cock, and lube him up.
Truth be told, Yoongi doesn’t care that much when he’s with the members, but he knows Jin is still in the room, and it seems important to him. Plus it’s a good reminder for Jungkook.
“Sorry, hyungie,” Jungkook says sheepishly. “I forgot.”
“Sorry, hyungie,” Jungkook says sheepishly. “I forgot.”
“It’s okay, baby,” Yoongi gets back into position on top of Jungkook, forearms caging Jungkook's head as he kisses the maknae’s cheeks. “It’s easy to forget in the heat of the moment, but you should remember if you're ever with anyone besides us. It’s important for your health.”
Jungkook nods, lesson learned, and quickly finds Yoongi’s lips again, pressing his cock to Yoongi’s rim, and entering him as Yoongi’s body shudders with pleasure. Jungkook’s cock feels so good inside him.
He’s well endowed, but not so huge it’s uncomfortable, and as he braces his legs and begins to thrust into Yoongi it sets off a wave of electricity in Yoongi’s body, bringing his spent cock back to life.
Jungkook’s lips release his and move to Yoongi’s neck, sucking harshly and marking his skin as he sets a steady pace, thrusting in and out with his powerful thighs.
The dual sensations of Jungkook’s cock and mouth have Yoongi leaking a trail of pre-cum onto Jungkook’s rock hard belly as his cock drags along it with each movement.
When Jungkook finally pulls his mouth from Yoongi’s skin, it’s littered in a necklace of purple bruises. Jungkook leans his head back running a thumb across his creations.
“So fucking pretty, hyungie. So pretty for me,” Jungkook marvels.
“So fucking pretty, hyungie. So pretty for me,” Jungkook marvels.
Yoongi preens at the compliment as his insides smolder. Jungkook reaches between them, wrapping a hand around Yoongi’s cock, and the whine that falls from Yoongi’s lips surprises even him.
“Feel g-good, hyungie? You like that?” Jungkook teases, a bit breathlessly, as he thumbs over Yoongi’s slit, spreading the leaking pre-cum around the head.
“Y-Yes, Kookie, yes,” is all he can manage to say through the pants and moans that start falling from his lips. He’s close again. He can’t believe he’s ready to come again so quickly, but he can feel the coil of heat building in his gut.
“You s-sound so good, hyung, f-feel so good around me,” Jungkook praises as he adjusts his footing, tilting his hips to a slightly different angle and drilling into Yoongi at a faster pace.
Yoongi’s whole body is vibrating now, as Jungkook brushes his prostate with every thrust.
He lays one hand on Yoongi’s shoulder to hold him in place so he can fuck him more deeply, and at the same time his hand is still wrapped around Yoongi’s cock, and he starts tapping steadily at the slit with his thumb. The sensation is amazing.
“Fuck, Kookie, d-don’t stop. P-Please. C-Close,” Yoongi barely gets the words out before his orgasm hits. His back arches and he comes hard, as Jungkook continues to rail into him, before spilling onto the condom with a growl.
Yoongi collapses on top of him, as they both catch their breath. After a few minutes, Yoongi rolls off and they kiss softly, coming down from their high. Yoongi pulls away after a few minutes and helps clean them up.
“Okay, Kook-ah, so where did you learn that?” Yoongi asks, smoothing Jungkook's long hair from his brow.
“What?” Jungkook asks.
“That tapping thing?” Yoongi says.
“What?” Jungkook asks.
“That tapping thing?” Yoongi says.
“Oh,” Jungkook gives him a sly smile. “I was researching stimulation techniques and I tried it on myself and liked it. I thought you might too.”
“My little student,” Yoongi says, nuzzling Jungkook's neck.
“My little student,” Yoongi says, nuzzling Jungkook's neck.
“Speaking of student…” Jungkook says shyly. “Could we maybe try the thing we talked about?”
“Right now?” Yoongi asks incredulously. Jungkook really has amazing stamina.
“Yeah? I mean if it’s okay with you?” Jungkook questions.
“Right now?” Yoongi asks incredulously. Jungkook really has amazing stamina.
“Yeah? I mean if it’s okay with you?” Jungkook questions.
Yoongi’s not quite ready yet, his body needing more time to bounce back, but they can improvise a bit until then. Yoongi can't say no to Jungkook.
“Okay, baby,” he gives the maknae a kiss on the lips, and then reaches across him into the nightstand for a dildo. “We can give it a try. I may need some help. I’m not as young as you anymore.”
Jungkook giggles as Yoongi hitches Jungkook’s leg over his hip, and lubes up his fingers. Jungkook has been coming to him with questions and asking for advice over the past few months, and Yoongi’s been happy to try to help him explore his likes and dislikes.
There’s something they’ve discussed that Jungkook wants to try, and that he only trusts Yoongi to do.
As he breaches Jungkook’s rim with a lubed finger, he finds him already pretty loose and wet. Yoongi stills his hand and raises an eyebrow at Jungkook, questioningly.
As he breaches Jungkook’s rim with a lubed finger, he finds him already pretty loose and wet. Yoongi stills his hand and raises an eyebrow at Jungkook, questioningly.
“Jimin let me ride him earlier tonight,” Jungkook says sheepishly. “I had a lot of nervous energy and Jimin was bored waiting for you to finish with Taehyungie-hyung.”
Yoongi laughs and kisses those adorable lips, as he slips another finger into Jungkook and starts scissoring him open more. It doesn’t take long before Jungkook’s ready.
“On your back, baby,” Yoongi directs him as he lubes up the dildo, and presses it to Jungkook’s rim. He slowly starts to fuck the dildo in and out of Jungkook, teasing his sensitive nipples and drawing the sweets huffs and moans from Jungkook’s lips.
Yoongi glances over at Jin for the first time in a while and sees Jin watching with a hungry look in his eyes. He doesn’t blame Jin—Jungkook looks beautiful like this. A part of him wishes Jin would look at him that way too, wonders if maybe Jin has, and he just missed it.
Jungkook is hard again in no time and Yoongi works Jungkook with the dildo, he finds himself getting hard too but he’s awfully tired, and isn’t sure he has the energy to fuck Jungkook properly right now.
Instead, he settles between Jungkook’s legs and begins thrusting the dildo in and out of him with more power, as Jungkook’s moans intensify.
“Hyungie,” Jungkook whimpers, as Yoongi wraps his large hand around Jungkook’s cock and begins to stroke him.
“Hyungie,” Jungkook whimpers, as Yoongi wraps his large hand around Jungkook’s cock and begins to stroke him.
“Just tell me when you’re getting close, baby,” Yoongi reminds him.
“C-Close, getting close n-now,” Jungkook stutters as he arches his back so prettily off the bed.
“C-Close, getting close n-now,” Jungkook stutters as he arches his back so prettily off the bed.
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“Okay, baby. Lay still for me,” Yoongi says as he straddles Jungkook’s thigh, pressing the dildo in deep and holding it in place with a knee. He takes Jungkook’s hand and places it on his other knee. “Squeeze if you need me to stop.”
He resumes stroking Jungkook’s cock as he wraps his free hand around Jungkook’s throat, carefully feeling along the sides with his thumb and forefinger until he finds the right placement.
“Are you sure you want to do this Kook-ah?” Yoongi asks one last time.
“Are you sure you want to do this Kook-ah?” Yoongi asks one last time.
“Yes, fuck...now, hyungie, please,” Jungkook cries out, eyes locked with Yoongi as Yoongi begins to exert gentle pressure upon the arteries on both sides of his neck.
Yoongi begins to count in his head as he strokes Jungkook's cock and watches his eyes glaze over.
Jungkook’s cock is throbbing in his hand by the time he gets to fifteen, and he removes his hand as Jungkook gasps in a huge breath and arches his back with a cry, shooting cum all over his chest, as he whimpers loudly.
“That’s it baby, that’s it. Feel good, baby?” Yoongi coaxes him through his intense orgasm until his dick is spent. He gently removes the dildo, as Jungkook curls in on himself hugging Yoongi’s thigh.
“Thank you, hyungie. Thank you,” he whispers softly as his eyes flutter shut.
“Thank you, hyungie. Thank you,” he whispers softly as his eyes flutter shut.
Shockingly, he may have actually worn Jungkook out, Yoongi thinks, as he lays down next to the maknae and cuddles him to his chest.
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Jin leaves Yoongi and Jungkook dozing in the bedroom, and heads to his own room for a few minutes. He’s hard again, despite masturbating not that long ago, and is debating whether to jack off again or not.
This whole moderating thing is much more frustrating than he anticipated. He hasn’t needed to step in yet for the most part, and it’s just making him very horny.
He flops around on his bed for a few minutes, and ultimately decides against masturbating again, opting just to use the restroom and grab a bottle of water before heading back to Yoongi’s room.
As he approaches the door he hears a strange thumping noise, and quickly opens the door to find Jungkook fucking Yoongi again.
Jungkook has Yoongi’s legs draped over his elbows and he’s nailing him against the wall chasing his release. He’s also not wearing a condom. Goddammit.
Jungkook has Yoongi’s legs draped over his elbows and he’s nailing him against the wall chasing his release. He’s also not wearing a condom. Goddammit.
He couldn’t have been gone thirty minutes and they were asleep when he left.
Jin looks up and finds Yoongi’s eyes, looking tired and fucked out, as he clings to Jungkook’s shoulders.
“Jungkook,” Jin calls out, as Jungkook looks over his shoulder innocently, despite the sweat pouring from his wrinkled brow.
“Jungkook,” Jin calls out, as Jungkook looks over his shoulder innocently, despite the sweat pouring from his wrinkled brow.
“Hyung?” Jungkook manages to heave out between thrusts.
“It’s okay,” Yoongi interrupts, “baby needed to come one more time, right Kookie? Hyungs got you, baby, you’re doing great.”
“It’s okay,” Yoongi interrupts, “baby needed to come one more time, right Kookie? Hyungs got you, baby, you’re doing great.”
This is what Jin was afraid of. Yoongi pushing himself too far, not thinking of himself as he caters to the other members' needs.
Flashbacks of last year come back to him, and he’s considering making the call to step in despite Yoongi’s assurances, when he he hears Yoongi cry out, coming weakly for a third time with Jungkook, as Jungkook growls and buries himself into Yoongi, coming inside him.
Defeated, Jin sits in the chair as Jungkook carries Yoongi back to the bed and lays down with him, kissing him softly.
Jin decides he should try to talk to Yoongi about this before they go any further. Set some ground rules for his moderating. He knows Yoongi said only to step in, in case of emergency, but Jin doesn’t want it to go that far.
He looks over to the bed and sees Yoongi sound asleep, exhausted. He watches as Jungkook unwraps himself from Yoongi and puts his clothing on, heading towards the door.
“Yah, Kook-ah, where do you think you’re going?” Jin calls out.
“Uh, Yoongi-hyung’s asleep, so I thought I’d leave now,” Jungkook says.
“No, Kook-ah, you can’t do that,” Jin says with a sigh.
Time to teach the maknae a few things.
“Uh, Yoongi-hyung’s asleep, so I thought I’d leave now,” Jungkook says.
“No, Kook-ah, you can’t do that,” Jin says with a sigh.
Time to teach the maknae a few things.
Jin shows Jungkook how to clean Yoongi up and explains to Jungkook that since he didn’t use a condom and Yoongi is asleep, that this is his responsibility—and that even if Yoongi were awake, it is the right thing to do for your partner.
Then Jin tells Jungkook that he should stay and sleep with Yoongi so he doesn’t wake up alone.
So they both lay down on the bed with Yoongi and have a nice long talk about what happened this evening, the need for explicit consent, and tips for reading your partner's condition and body language and not just words. Oh, and condom use. Goddammit.
Jin’s tone is gentle and non-threatening as he coaches Jungkook, who ultimately is grateful for the advice.
Jin is feeling a little better about things as Jungkook snuggles between him and Yoongi, and they all doze off together on the bed.
Jin is feeling a little better about things as Jungkook snuggles between him and Yoongi, and they all doze off together on the bed.
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Yoongi wakes up an hour later to Jungkook hogging the blanket—no surprise there. He’s still tired and sore, but he could really use a shower and something to eat, so he manages to drag himself out of bed.
He heads to the en suite bathroom and closes the door softly so he doesn’t wake the others, then turns on the shower. While he’s waiting for the water to warm, he surveys himself in the mirror.
His neck is littered with marks from Jungkook, like a pretty purple necklace. He runs a finger along them, tracing the chain. They’re tender but not painful. Jungkook was careful to keep them below the collar line so at least they won’t be visible.
Not so for one Taehyung left on his neck, but there’s only one, so covering it up until it fades shouldn’t be a big deal.
His eyes move down along the rest of his body. There’s a few blemishes and scratches to his torso, some light bruising to his hips. Of course his ass is sore, but that’s to be expected.
Overall, he thinks he’s not in too bad of shape considering he’s had three sex partners and come at least seven times in the past six or so hours. He's halfway through the members already and it’s only a little after midnight.
Halfway through, assuming Jin actually takes his turn this time, that is.
He sticks his hand under the stream of water in the shower, and finding it to be warm enough, he steps in. He lets the hot water run over his shoulders, rotating his neck and stretching his stiff muscles as he thinks back to how this all started.
He had this crazy idea for the reward system soon after they debuted. It was sort of a joke, actually. Back then they didn’t even know if they would be around in a year, let alone win a single daesang, or any of the other lofty goals on his list.
He wrote it on a scrap of paper while he and Namjoon were drinking one night, then stuffed it into a drawer and promptly forgot about it. No one but he and Namjoon even knew it existed at the time.
Two years later Namjoon brought it up again when they were on the shortlist for an album of the year nomination in 2015 for HYYH.
“So, hyung, if we win, are you still gonna reward us?” Namjoon teased, as they drank soju together one night.
“Oh. Shit. I forgot about that,” Yoongi laughed. “Well, I am a man of my word. So, yes, I guess?”
“Oh. Shit. I forgot about that,” Yoongi laughed. “Well, I am a man of my word. So, yes, I guess?”
He didn’t have to worry about it that year—they ended up not even getting the nomination. But it did give him the idea to make this an actual incentive, and not just a random thought on a paper in the drawer. He told the other members after the awards show that night.
“So all of us, with you?” Jimin asked.
“Yes. Well, one at a time, but yes,” Yoongi replied.
“And anything we want? Are you sure?” Hoseok asked, with a grin.
“Yes. Well, one at a time, but yes,” Yoongi replied.
“And anything we want? Are you sure?” Hoseok asked, with a grin.
“Yeah, you might want to rethink that, hyung,” Namjoon counseled. They all knew Hoseok was a little extreme in bed by that time.
Yoongi laughed. “Yeah, anything. It’s got to be an attractive incentive, right?”
Yoongi laughed. “Yeah, anything. It’s got to be an attractive incentive, right?”
There was a lot of chatter that night—a lot of excitement in the air. The reward was definitely a motivating factor.
Namjoon pulled him aside afterwards.
Namjoon pulled him aside afterwards.
“Are you sure you want to do this, hyung?” Namjoon asked with concern. “I mean, it was a joke to begin with and, well you...you haven’t had any interest in fooling around with any of us before. This is a pretty big step.”
“Yeah, I’m sure Joon,” Yoongi reassured him. “I want this.”
And Yoongi believed that. He did.
And Yoongi believed that. He did.
Because the truth was, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex with the other members. It’s just that, contrary to what the members probably believed, sex for him has always been complicated.
He’s always found it difficult to have casual sex without developing deeper feelings and emotions—a need for love and commitment—which is exactly the kind of thing he couldn’t let happen and still focus on all of the career goals he had set for himself and the group.
Especially given the feelings he already had for Jin.
No, he knew if he were to entertain having casual sex with the members, then that might lead to casual sex with Jin. Only it wouldn’t be casual for Yoongi.
No, he knew if he were to entertain having casual sex with the members, then that might lead to casual sex with Jin. Only it wouldn’t be casual for Yoongi.
So this incentive would truly be a reward for him as much as the others—a chance to let himself go and enjoy the pleasures of sex in a structured way—sex with everyone, no favorites, no feelings, twenty-four hours of fun, carefree, no-strings-attached orgasms and then it’s over.
Then things go back to normal.
Or so he had hoped.
Or so he had hoped.
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Yoongi dries off and throws on sweats and a t-shirt and then heads to the kitchen to scrounge up some food, leaving Jungkook and Jin sleeping in his room.
He can hear some other noises in the dorm, quiet voices and music playing, but everyone else seems to be behind closed doors for now. He warms up some leftover noodles from the day before and stands at the kitchen island enjoying the quiet.
He almost drops his bowl when he feels arms wrap around him from behind and a big warm body pressed to his.
“Oh, shit.” Yoongi fumbles his bowl and chopsticks before setting them safely on the counter.
“Sorry, hyung,” Namjoon says, as his warm mouth kisses Yoongi’s neck.
“Oh, shit.” Yoongi fumbles his bowl and chopsticks before setting them safely on the counter.
“Sorry, hyung,” Namjoon says, as his warm mouth kisses Yoongi’s neck.
“Joon, how did you sneak up so quietly?” Yoongi’s marvels. Everyone knows Namjoon is not the most nimble of the members.
“I can be quiet when I need to be,” Namjoon teases, licking at Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi also know that not to be true, based on the times he’s had sex with Namjoon, but he lets the comment slide.
“I take it you’re up next?” Yoongi hums as he leans back into Namjoon’s broad chest, and lets Namjoon explore his body with his hands. Namjoon is very tactile, very visual—he’s breathing heavy already.
“Mmm-hmm,” Namjoon breathes into Yoongi’s neck and then spins Yoongi around in his arms. His hand reaches out to brush Yoongi’s cheek and then pulls Yoongi’s face to his.
Namjoon’s lips are soft and gentle, just like Namjoon’s nature, and the kiss sends a tingle through Yoongi’s body. He forgot how soft and romantic Namjoon can be. They stand in the kitchen just enjoying the taste of each other for a long time.
Namjoon is so much taller than him that Yoongi has to stand on his tiptoes just to kiss him, which Namjoon notices, sliding his hands down to Yoongi’s ass and gently lifting him onto the island so they’re on a more equal level.
“I missed this,” Namjoon breathes out heavily, sliding his hands up Yoongi’s thighs and then wrapping them around Yoongi’s hips, pulling their crotches flush together. Well sort of.
Yoongi can feel Namjoon’s hard cock pressing against his cock—and then against his abdomen, and finally the tip pressing just above his belly button. See, Namjoon is not just big, he’s massive. Like porn star huge. Probably bigger.
So big in fact that Yoongi’s one of the only ones that can take him, so Namjoon has to make do with mostly hand jobs and thigh fucking from the other members. Occasionally Jimin will let Namjoon fuck him, but he complains about it the whole time.
Tonight Namjoon’s wearing those damn gray sweatpants that leave nothing to the imagination, so Yoongi can clearly see the outline of his dick as they pull apart and it sends a shudder through him. It’s definitely a dick to be celebrated, but he knows it needs to be respected too.
“I missed you too, Joonie,” Yoongi smiles at Namjoon. “Do you want me to go change into the outfit?”
“Actually, I have a little surprise for you, hyung,” Namjoon grins sheepishly. “It’s in my bathroom. Go try it on. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
“Actually, I have a little surprise for you, hyung,” Namjoon grins sheepishly. “It’s in my bathroom. Go try it on. I’ll meet you in the living room.”
“Oh, okay baby. I’m intrigued now,” Yoongi says, jumping down from the counter and running a hand across Namjoon’s chest as he heads out of the kitchen.
Namjoon has a thing for skirts. Last year Namjoon had managed to get his hands on the maid outfit Yoongi had worn years ago and that was fun. Yoongi still has it in his closet and was saving it for the next time they were together. Apparently Namjoon had a new plan.
Yoongi heads to Namjoon’s en suite and finds a garment bag hanging on the back of the door. Yoongi unzips it with interest.
Inside is a powder blue mini tennis-style skirt with a white stripe near the bottom and a white crop top. The outfit is finished off by a pair of white thigh high stockings with tiny blue ribbons up the back. It’s so pretty, Yoongi thinks as he undresses, eager to try them on.
Skirts aren’t something he would normally buy for himself, but he likes how they feel when he wears them, and he especially appreciates how Namjoon reacts when he wears one.
Yoongi stops to peek around the corner before entering the living room.
Yoongi stops to peek around the corner before entering the living room.
“Ready, Joon?” Yoongi asks, playfully revealing a stockinged leg from behind the wall.
“Shit. Yes, hyung. I’m so ready.” Namjoon sits forward on the couch with his elbows on his knees, stripped down to his boxers and looking at Yoongi like an eager puppy.
“Shit. Yes, hyung. I’m so ready.” Namjoon sits forward on the couch with his elbows on his knees, stripped down to his boxers and looking at Yoongi like an eager puppy.
When Yoongi enters the room, Namjoon groans from deep in his chest. It sends a satisfied tingle through Yoongi. Namjoon always makes him feel sexy—so sexy, he even does a little spin in the middle of the room. Who is he even, he thinks as he laughs at himself.
“Hyung, stop,” Namjoon directs when Yoongi is just about to climb into his lap. Yoongi comes to a halt less than a foot from Namjoon, looking at him quizzically. “Just stay there for a minute.”
Namjoon’s eyes drink him in from head to toe, and Yoongi is suddenly feeling flushed from the commanding gaze being directed at him.
“Right foot, please?” Namjoon says, eyes trained on Yoongi’s leg.
“Right foot, please?” Namjoon says, eyes trained on Yoongi’s leg.
“What, Joon-ah?” Yoongi asks.
“Your right foot, can you raise it, please? Put it up here on the couch?” Namjoon clarifies.
“Your right foot, can you raise it, please? Put it up here on the couch?” Namjoon clarifies.
Yoongi lifts his foot tentatively, and Namjoon wraps a hand gently around his ankle, guiding his foot and putting it directly over his cock and pressing the sole of Yoongi’s stockinged foot to it. A deep groan falls from Namjoon’s lips, even with that slight pressure.
Namjoon then reaches forward with his other hand and with two gentle fingers he begins to trail up Yoongi’s body starting at his toes and moving slowly, so slowly, over his knobby, bowed-in knee, and up to the lace edge of his thigh highs.
Yoongi’s leg trembles under the touch and his toes press down more firmly onto Namjoon’s cock, as the leader groans a most sinful groan.
Namjoon continues, ghosting over the creamy skin peeking out between the stockings and the skirt, the finger moving up just enough to ruffle the hem of the skirt, brushing Yoongi’s hard cock with the fabric.
Yoongi’s foot presses down harder as he shivers with the need to be touched—but he knows Namjoon likes to play, touch, tease and taste first before rushing into things.
Namjoon moves his hand back down Yoongi’s leg, removing his foot with a moan and placing it back on the floor. He then wraps his hands around Yoongi’s hips, pulling him closer so he can reach the strip of skin visible between the top of the skirt and the crop top with his tongue.
He paces himself, licking at a snail's pace across Yoongi’s soft belly, dipping into his belly button, as electricity shoots through Yoongi’s body.
“Joon-ah.” Whimpers fall from Yoongi’s lips as his hands reach out to grip Namjoon’s shoulders. The visual of his dick tenting the skirt looks both hot and obscene as Namjoon’s tongue traces his happy trail to the waistband, below which a wet spot appears through the fabric.
Namjoon starts gathering the fabric up where his hands rest on Yoongi’s hips, slowly dragging the material over Yoongi’s sensitive cock as Yoongi tries to stand still on trembling legs, until finally his hard cock is free of the hem of the skirt.
His cock stands out at a ninety degree angle, pink and hard, dripping at the tip, and Namjoon leans in with a pointed tongue, gathering a drip from his slit.
Yoongi wants to cry. He needs to be touched so badly, as his fingers reach up, gripping Namjoon’s hair.
Yoongi wants to cry. He needs to be touched so badly, as his fingers reach up, gripping Namjoon’s hair.
“Please, Joon-ah,” Yoongi pleads.
“Go ahead, hyung. Fuck my mouth,” Namjoon says as he opens wide putting the head of Yoongi’s dick on his tongue.
“Go ahead, hyung. Fuck my mouth,” Namjoon says as he opens wide putting the head of Yoongi’s dick on his tongue.
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to smash into Namjoon’s face, cock sliding along Namjoon’s tongue, until he’s spilling down the back of Joon’s throat. His legs wobble and go weak as Namjoon pulls him onto his lap sideways.
He kisses Yoongi softly as Yoongi comes down from his high, fingers eventually making their way to Yoongi’s rim, ghostly across tentatively.
“Stretch me, Joon-ah,” Yoongi whispers in his ear. “I want to ride you.”
“Stretch me, Joon-ah,” Yoongi whispers in his ear. “I want to ride you.”
Yoongi sits in Namjoon’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck as Namjoon’s lubed fingers work Yoongi open under his skirt. Two fingers quickly becomes three, and then Yoongi is begging for four, knowing he needs it to accommodate Namjoon’s size.
When he’s well stretched, he helps Namjoon with the condom, lubing him up a ridiculous amount, before straddling his hips, as they lock eyes.
“Slow, Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon reminds him as he positions his cock at Yoongi’s rim.
“Slow,” Yoongi nods. “Guide my hips.”
“Slow, Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon reminds him as he positions his cock at Yoongi’s rim.
“Slow,” Yoongi nods. “Guide my hips.”
As the head of Namjoon’s cock enters him, the stretch is unbelievable, but Namjoon prepared him well and Yoongi takes him easily. Namjoon guides his hips, an inch at a time, letting Yoongi adjust.
The last few inches are a beautiful torture. It’s always like this, Yoongi feeling so full he doesn’t think he could possibly take in more, but then his body relaxes, craving the stretch.
When Yoongi finally bottoms out, he can barely breathe, let alone speak, and the pressure on his prostate is constant.
He starts moving in little circles, until he loosens even more, slowly grinding his hips, then testing pulling up a few inches then lowering back down.
He starts moving in little circles, until he loosens even more, slowly grinding his hips, then testing pulling up a few inches then lowering back down.
Namjoon is patient, not moving a muscle from the couch, though he’s so aroused Yoongi knows he must want nothing more than to thrust up into him to chase some relief.
“Taking me so well, hyung. Feels so good.” Namjoon has tears in his eyes, probably both from the joy of being inside Yoongi as he rides him and from the stress of holding himself back.
Yoongi is hard again, his body like a wire wrapped tight. “More lube, Joon-ah.”
Yoongi is hard again, his body like a wire wrapped tight. “More lube, Joon-ah.”
Namjoon complies and Yoongi wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck, pressing their foreheads together as he starts to move faster on top of him. He’s focused on Namjoon, whose moans eventually morph into yells, and Yoongi’s moans increase in volume too.
Namjoon grips his hips tighter, as Yoongi’s body tenses, and the heat grows inside him, Namjoon’s size practically knocking the air from his chest each time he moves down.
Close, he thinks, they’re both so close, as he starts to lose himself to the haze of his building orgasm.
Close, he thinks, they’re both so close, as he starts to lose himself to the haze of his building orgasm.
Suddenly a panicked voice frantically cuts through the ether, pulling Yoongi back from the brink. It’s Jin’s voice. “Yoongi-yah! No!”
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CW // blood, (accidental) injury, nothing terribly graphic
CW // blood, (accidental) injury, nothing terribly graphic
It’s 2019, and they had just returned home for the first time since winning the BBMA Top Duo/Group award...and tonight is reward night. Jin has drawn the last position, but he can wait—excited that he’s finally going to get to be with Yoongi again.
In the past three years, his feelings for Yoongi haven’t changed, if anything they’ve deepened as they’ve spent more time together, but he feels more prepared this time. Prepared to push his feelings aside and just enjoy this time with Yoongi.
He heard Yoongi return to his room about 30 minutes ago, and he stands outside the door with his hand on the knob, body vibrating with excitement. When he opens the door and slips in, he can see in the soft glow of the bedside lamp that Yoongi is asleep in his bed.
I’ll just go cuddle with him for a while, Jin thinks to himself. I can let Yoongi rest for a bit and when he wakes up, I’ll be waiting for him.
He strips down to his boxers and lifts the covers, scooting across the bed until he’s spooning Yoongi’s back. He’s about to lay his head onto the pillow and rest for a while, absorbing Yoongi’s body heat when he feels something damp on his thigh.
Ugh, someone left a huge wet spot and didn’t clean up after themselves, he thinks with disdain, as he rolls over reaching to the nightstand for a few tissues, and scrunching his nose as he slides his hand below the covers, sopping up the mess.
When he pulls his hand out to toss the tissues to the floor, he almost passes out. They’re bright red, saturated with blood.
He scrambles to his knees, throwing the covers off of them. There’s a large pool of blood and it’s coming from Yoongi.
He scrambles to his knees, throwing the covers off of them. There’s a large pool of blood and it’s coming from Yoongi.
“Yoongi-yah! Wake up!” Jin shakes Yoongi frantically, but only gets groans and incoherent mumbles in response. He tries for several minutes to rouse Yoongi but to no avail. Fuck! His mind is racing and his heart is beating out of his chest. He can’t think straight.
He could call Big Hit’s medical staff but what would he tell them? He panics and throws his clothes back on, wrapping Yoongi in the blanket and runs out of the dorm to their private elevator and down to the garage. He barely remembers the drive to the hospital emergency room.
He checks them in under pseudonyms, pays cash in advance and stares at the scuffs in the linoleum flooring under fluorescent lights as he waits to be called back. When they bring him to Yoongi's room and he sees Yoongi awake, he bites back his tears as he listens to the doctors.
The diagnosis is an anal fissure, not normal, to be sure, but also a not uncommon injury that can happen during anal sex. Yoongi’s occurred over a blood vessel, which explains the excessive bleeding, but they’re assured it will heal fine on its own.
Yoongi is also dehydrated and exhausted, which explains his unresponsiveness. It doesn’t make Jin feel any better. His nerves are frayed, he’s rattled, shaken to the core.
Yoongi explains as they drive home that he was already tired and numb after a long edging session with Hoseok and then had sex with Namjoon soon after. He must have moved too fast, not accounting for his numbness and not giving his body enough time to adjust.
He should have read his body better and taken a rest first, but he was eager to play with Namjoon, despite his exhaustion. It isn’t Namjoon’s fault, he assures. Namjoon was gentle as always—it was Yoongi guiding their pace, controlling his own movements.
Yoongi makes him promise not to tell Namjoon or the others, especially knowing it would crush Namjoon even though he did nothing wrong. Jin promises.
He helps Yoongi to his room and brings him an ice pack, a glass of water and painkillers. Yoongi offers to still take care of Jin, or extend the 24 hour rule and make it up to him in a few days when he is healed more. Jin declines. Then he goes back to his room and cries.
All these memories flash back into his head in a split second, as he walks into the living room and finds Yoongi crying out as he rides Namjoon.
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“Yoongi-yah! No!” Jin’s voice cuts loudly through the cacophony of moans coming from Yoongi and Namjoon.
Yoongi’s eyes fly open in surprise, seeing the look of confusion on Namjoon’s face, as Namjoon’s eyes dart across the room. Oh shit, Yoongi thinks to himself.
Yoongi’s eyes fly open in surprise, seeing the look of confusion on Namjoon’s face, as Namjoon’s eyes dart across the room. Oh shit, Yoongi thinks to himself.
“It’s okay. Everything’s fine, Jin,” Yoongi tries to croak out reassuringly through heavy breaths.
“Yoongi, stop!” Jin’s voice is frantic, and closer now.
“Yoongi, stop!” Jin’s voice is frantic, and closer now.
Yoongi starts to turn his head to look in Jin’s direction, when suddenly there are hands wrapping around him from behind and he’s being lifted off of Namjoon’s cock, as Namjoon’s eyes go wide.
Jin sets Yoongi’s feet on the ground, holding him up as he struggles to stand on wobbly legs. Yoongi can feel the lube sliding down his thighs.
“Yoongi, are you okay?” Jin’s eyes move wildly across Yoongi’s body, his hands are shaking as they touch Yoongi, turning him, looking for injuries. “Are you hurt?”
Yoongi is in shock, horrified as he looks back and forth between poor Namjoon sitting speechless on the couch and Jin’s manic actions...but then anger sets in. Unreasonable anger, probably, but anger nonetheless—as he feels an uncontrollable surge of emotions rise up inside him.
How dare Jin? He thinks to himself. How dare he do this? How dare Jin touch him like this when he hasn’t touched him in years. How dare he act as if he cares, as if he has a say in what’s happening, when Yoongi’s nothing to him.
How dare he risk alerting Namjoon to what happened last year when Namjoon was doing nothing but giving him love and pleasure—unlike Jin who gives him nothing.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi growls out, slapping Jin’s hands off of him.
“Yoongi, I just...” the look in Jin’s eyes morphs from fear to shock as he registers the anger in Yoongi’s tone.
“Yoongi, I just...” the look in Jin’s eyes morphs from fear to shock as he registers the anger in Yoongi’s tone.
“You just what?” Yoongi seethes. “Interrupted me and Joon in the middle of fucking? Put your hands on me?” His hands reach out and push Jin in the chest, sending the elder back a few inches.
Jin stares at him, speechless. Yoongi glares back, clenching his fists, head swimming. This isn’t like him, this surge of emotions, this feeling of losing control.
“I-I’m sorry,” Jin whispers softly.
They stand there looking at each other silently, until Yoongi can feel the anger finally start to subside, his fists unclenching and hands trembling.
They stand there looking at each other silently, until Yoongi can feel the anger finally start to subside, his fists unclenching and hands trembling.
He’s tired. So very tired. He doesn’t want to think about any of this right now. He just wants to get fucked, no strings, no feelings, no complications. That’s what this is supposed to be all about, right?
“I…” He tries to speak, but the words get stuck. He swallows and clears his throat, trying again. “You should go now, Jin. Your moderating isn’t needed here.”
Yoongi turns away and pads back over to Namjoon on the couch. From the corner of his eye he can see Jin still standing in the same place as he climbs onto Namjoon’s lap, kissing Namjoon’s neck and stroking his dick, which has started to go soft, as Namjoon looks between the two.
Yoongi waits until he finally hears Jin leave the room, to rise up and slowly slide back onto Namjoon’s cock.
“What was that all about, hyung?” Namjoon asks tensely, hands gripping Yoongi’s hips.
“What was that all about, hyung?” Namjoon asks tensely, hands gripping Yoongi’s hips.
“It’s nothing, baby,” Yoongi says quietly, forcing a smile into his voice, as he kisses Namjoon tenderly, mouth pressing against the concerned pout on Namjoon’s lips, until it starts to fade. “Jin’s just taking his job of moderator a little too seriously. Now where were we?”
Yoongi starts to move on Namjoon again as Namjoon sighs and nestles into Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi nuzzles the top of Namjoon’s head, dropping more soft kisses and hoping that Namjoon can’t feel the silent tears that start running down his face as his orgasm builds again.
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Yoongi lays on his bed, having just finished with Namjoon. Namjoon was sweet—wonderful and gentle as always—filling Yoongi so completely as they came together that he almost forgot about the incident with Jin. Almost.
Namjoon didn’t ask any more questions afterwards, but still seemed a little troubled by the altercation. After they recovered, Yoongi knelt on the floor and sucked him off as best as he could, and Namjoon seemed better after coming down Yoongi’s throat.
They kissed and cuddled for a long time on the couch, before finally parting ways outside Yoongi’s room. Yoongi quietly undressed alone, folding the pretty outfit Namjoon had gotten him, and putting it in the pile for the dry cleaners.
But now, waiting to see what happens next, his thoughts drift fully back to Jin.
He was smitten with Jin when they were trainees, and it only got worse when they became roommates. He loved that Jin didn’t wield his position as hyung to lord over the group, but rather was a voice of comfort and encouragement.
He appreciated Jin’s positive manner and introspection. He treasured the fact that they could sit for hours in silence and still be comfortable together. He didn’t even mind Jin’s jokes. They were good together, compatible.
Jin was, still is, beautiful. Stunning. Funny. Kind. All the things that Yoongi would want if he were looking for a relationship. But he isn’t. Is he? Looking for a relationship, that is.
But if not, then what is causing the feelings that are simmering just below the surface of his skin? Lust, anger, sadness—his emotions for Jin have run the gamut tonight, yet he can’t—or probably more accurately won’t—let himself acknowledge why.
And why did he agree to let Jin moderate, really? Was it for Jin’s sake, to quiet his concerns, or was it for his own sake, wanting Jin to see him with the others? Was he trying to make Jin jealous? Did he hope Jin would want him more?
He sighs, realizing he’s not making any sense, even to himself. He’s just churning, letting random thoughts run circles in his head. He hates this feeling, hates not being in control of his emotions.
So when Hoseok knocks on the door, it’s a very welcome distraction. What better way to stop the incessant thoughts in his head than to give total control to Hoseok—mind and body.
Hoseok is a dom in bed. A good one too. He’s not mean, he’s just excellent at taking control. The others joke about it sometimes, but Hoseok is the only one Yoongi’s ever seen able to dominate Jimin—he’s that good.
Yoongi isn’t necessarily submissive by nature, but in his few times with Hoseok, he’s learned that there’s something very freeing about giving up control, as long as it’s with someone you trust. He trusts Hoseok completely.
“Yoongi-hyung, can I come in?” Hoseok peeks his head in the door.
“Hobi-yah, yes, come in!” Yoongi welcomes him warmly, eager to shift his thoughts. “I’m so glad it’s you that’s next.”
“Hobi-yah, yes, come in!” Yoongi welcomes him warmly, eager to shift his thoughts. “I’m so glad it’s you that’s next.”
Yoongi is aware how that statement sounds as soon as the words leave his lips. There’s only two possibilities left, Hoseok or Jin.
“Yeah,” Hoseok looks at him as he approaches the bed. “About that. I heard something happened between you and Jin-hyung.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok looks at him as he approaches the bed. “About that. I heard something happened between you and Jin-hyung.”
Fuck. Namjoon must not have been as distracted by that blow job as he thought.
“It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” Yoongi assures him, hoping he sounds believable, wondering if he even believes his own words, as he scoots over and pats the bed next to him. “Why?”
“It’s fine. Everything’s fine.” Yoongi assures him, hoping he sounds believable, wondering if he even believes his own words, as he scoots over and pats the bed next to him. “Why?”
Hoseok climbs into the bed, eyes still on Yoongi, trying to read his expression, as Yoongi does his best to remain blank faced. It doesn’t help that Hoseok knows him so well, or that he’s so good at reading Yoongi after all these years.
“Just wondering if he’ll be moderating us?” Hoseok throws out, eyes still trained in Yoongi.
“I don’t know,” Yoongi answers honestly. “If he still wants to, I guess? Why?”
“I don’t know,” Yoongi answers honestly. “If he still wants to, I guess? Why?”
Hoseok’s face softens. “Just wondering...In case I needed to throw him out of the bedroom or something.”
They both laugh. The idea of Hoseok being mean to someone, anyone, let alone Jin, is funny. He’s one of the softest and nicest of them all—outside of role play that is.
They both laugh. The idea of Hoseok being mean to someone, anyone, let alone Jin, is funny. He’s one of the softest and nicest of them all—outside of role play that is.
“No, Hobi, you don’t have to do that,” Yoongi chuckles. “Speaking of the bedroom though—what are we doing tonight?”
“Ah, well since you asked…” Hoseok says, as he slowly runs a finger up Yoongi’s arm and it sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine.
“Ah, well since you asked…” Hoseok says, as he slowly runs a finger up Yoongi’s arm and it sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine.
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Yoongi steps into Hoseok’s bedroom twenty minutes later as he was asked to do. The lights are turned low and the room is shadowy, with a pale red glow from the heart shaped neon sitting in the desk in the corner.
They had talked at some length about what would happen during this scene before Hoseok left Yoongi’s room earlier. Technically Hoseok didn’t have to, given that the rules were that he could do anything to Yoongi, anywhere, anytime.
But for the kind of stuff Hoseok was into, he was always careful to have full consent and cooperation from his partners in advance. Yoongi always appreciates Hoseok's care and diligence, and finds it doesn’t detract from the experience at all.
He’s reminded of this as soon as he enters the room and finds Hoseok waiting for him.
Gone is the smiley sunshine-faced man dressed in multicolored, ridiculously oversized clothes that was in Yoongi’s room less than an hour ago, and in his place is an incredibly hot, remarkably intimidating specimen of a man.
Hoseok is shirtless, wearing a neck harness from their ON performance fits. His body is slim but muscular, and as he walks forward, Yoongi can see all of the muscles in his torso engage, rippling beneath golden skin, down to where tight black leather pants sit low on his hips.
The look on his face is not a smile but a sneer, and the darkness in his eyes sends a shiver through Yoongi’s body. He lowers his eyes to the floor reflexively under Hoseok’s gaze.
“Master.” The word falls from his lips easily, more easily than it should, and he can feel his dick start to swell just at the thought of it.
Hoseok stops about a foot or two in front of him. Yoongi can only see his feet, eyes still cast down, but he knows Hoseok is watching him. When he speaks, Yoongi’s chest flutters.
“Clothes off, my pet,” Hoseok says, his voice low and dark.
Yoongi scrambles to comply with the command, shedding his t-shirt and sweatpants and tossing them to the side.
Yoongi scrambles to comply with the command, shedding his t-shirt and sweatpants and tossing them to the side.
He can’t tell if Hoseok’s room is cold, or if he’s trembling in anticipation as Hoseok steps forward and then walks slowly around him, surveying him, like he’s a piece of meat at the market, or a prized pig Hoseok is deciding whether to purchase.
Hoseok comes to a stop again in front of Yoongi, and his hand reaches out to grip Yoongi’s jaw, forcing his head up.
“Pretty,” Hoseok’s voice is dripping with honey, hot breath inches from Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi doesn’t respond.
“Pretty,” Hoseok’s voice is dripping with honey, hot breath inches from Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi doesn’t respond.
“What do you say pet?” Hoseok’s thumb and forefinger press more firmly into his skin.
“Thank you, master.” Yoongi whispers, relishing the feel of Hoseok’s hand on him as his jaw grinds below Hoseok’s digits.
“Thank you, master.” Yoongi whispers, relishing the feel of Hoseok’s hand on him as his jaw grinds below Hoseok’s digits.
“Good boy.” Hoseok praises. Then suddenly his mouth is on Yoongi’s, teeth nipping Yoongi’s lower lip, forcing his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth, as all other thoughts empty from Yoongi’s head.
Hoseok doesn’t just guide the kiss, he controls it, his tongue powerful and consuming as it takes what it wants from Yoongi. When he pulls away, Yoongi’s knees are weak, as Hoseok takes his hand and guides him over to the bed.
“On your knees, pet.” Hoseok instructs. Yoongi scrambles onto the bed, ready to begin, eager to have Hoseok’s hands on him again.
Hoseok joins him, kneeling behind him, and reaches over to his side of the bed, grabbing the corner of a towel and folding it back a few inches.
Hoseok joins him, kneeling behind him, and reaches over to his side of the bed, grabbing the corner of a towel and folding it back a few inches.
Yoongi hadn’t even noticed it when he climbed on the bed, in his rush to obey Hoseok's commands, but now he catches a glimpse as Hoseok’s hand uncovers a few of what must be an array of toys hidden under the towel.
“Eyes forward and closed,” Hoseok directs, and Yoongi looks away. Seconds later the ambient light filtering through his lids darkens, as a silk cloth covers his eyes and is tied around the back of his head.
His other sensations sharpen at the loss of his vision, as he strains to keep his bearings, sways slightly on his knees, as a floaty feeling comes over his body.
“Arms, pet,” Hoseok commands next, and Yoongi complies, offering his arms behind him as Hoseok weaves a soft woven cord around his wrists, binding them tight as Yoongi feels the stretch across his shoulders.
Hoseok's hands leave him and adrenaline begins to course through his body, and he wonders what is coming next, when he suddenly feels the brush of something cool and smooth on his neck.
A collar, he thinks, as Hoseok fastens it at his nape, tucking a finger underneath to test the fit as it presses to Yoongi’s Adam’s apple. The leather feels good against his neck, the weight grounding his body a bit.
Hoseok keeps his finger tucked beneath the collar as he reaches to the side once more, and then Hoseok’s lips are on his neck, mouthing at the skin, tongue trailing up to his ear as his other hand flicks Yoongi’s nipple.
Yoongi’s body quivers as Hoseok's hand moves lower, over his abdomen, and then ghosts along his hard length, as he feels a rubbery ring slip over his cock and balls. Fuck. A cock ring.
“Color, pet?” Hoseok whispers as his hands still on Yoongi’s body.
“G-Green, very green,” Yoongi whimpers, licking his lips, before adding, “master.”
“G-Green, very green,” Yoongi whimpers, licking his lips, before adding, “master.”
“Good, pet,” Yoongi can feel Hoseok smile against his neck. “Use your words if you need them. Understand?”
“Y-Yes, master.” His cock twitches, straining against the cock ring. His head is empty, free from thoughts of anything but how his body feels, giddy with anticipation.
“Y-Yes, master.” His cock twitches, straining against the cock ring. His head is empty, free from thoughts of anything but how his body feels, giddy with anticipation.
Suddenly Hoseok enters him with two fingers, dipping in and out of his stretched puffy hole as Yoongi arches against the collar, which Hoseok still holds with a finger.
“Wet and nasty, pet. So fucked out already aren’t you? Stretched good for me?” Hoseok sneers, as he removes his fingers from Yoongi’s ass and pushes Yoongi forward. “Face down.”
Yoongi tilts his head to the side just as his chest hits the bed, ass up in the air. Hoseok's knee pushes against his inner thighs, first one then the other, spreading him wide open, as his bound hands strain behind his back.
“Ready, pet?” Hoseok teases, as he feels something cool and smooth pressed to his rim.
“Ready, master,” Yoongi replies hungrily. He’s ready, wants this, needs to lose himself to the feeling.
“Ready, master,” Yoongi replies hungrily. He’s ready, wants this, needs to lose himself to the feeling.
He feels the bulbous tip of a dildo enter him, rim closing around the tip, before he feels the stretch as another rounded shape enters him and then another. He thinks he counts seven in total.
The dildo is firm, glass maybe, and based on the sensations, it’s one of those glass anal bead shaped dildos.
“Lets’s make you come untouched, my pet,” Hoseok croons, as he starts pulling the dildo out, before pushing it slowly back in. It’s slim, but each glass bead catches on his already swollen and sensitive rim, sending shockwaves through him with each movement of Hoseok’s wrist.
He’s immobilized and at Hoseok's mercy with how he’s bound, as his body shudders in place with each sensation. Heat simmers in his gut, as his cock strains against the cock ring, restricting the blood flow. Within a few minutes he’s whimpering and drooling onto the sheets.
“Color?” Hoseok inquires, when he hears Yoongi’s whimpers.
“Green. N-Need more. F-Fuck me harder, master,” Yoongi replies.
“Green. N-Need more. F-Fuck me harder, master,” Yoongi replies.
With a growl Hoseok begins to fuck him with the dildo faster, until it’s slamming in and out of his body, the bead shapes moving so fast it’s a constant vibration to his rim.
The heat builds quickly now, radiating from his core, spreading down his thighs, up his abdomen, until it snaps back in a flash, bursting free as his orgasm hits.
His hips curve in, clenching around the beads as he shoots cum in ribbons across the bed, intensified by the pressure from the cock ring. A glob hits his chin, then his chest, before he collapses onto the bed.
Hoseok removes the dildo, laying it to the side, before gently turning Yoongi to his side, chest heaving and bound arms behind his back.
“You did so good, pet. You’re beautiful.” Hoseok croons as he smooths the hair from Yoongi’s brow, and licks the cum from his chin.
“You did so good, pet. You’re beautiful.” Hoseok croons as he smooths the hair from Yoongi’s brow, and licks the cum from his chin.
“T-Thank you, master.” Yoongi can't help but smile at the praise, body exhausted but sated.
“That’s one, pet.” Hoseok says, as he proceeds to move down Yoongi’s body, licking the cum from his chest and sucking Yoongi’s softening cock clean as he removes the cock ring.
“That’s one, pet.” Hoseok says, as he proceeds to move down Yoongi’s body, licking the cum from his chest and sucking Yoongi’s softening cock clean as he removes the cock ring.
Surprisingly, Yoongi feels himself starting to get hard again, despite his sensitivity, as he lets the sensation of Hoseok’s tongue wash over him. Which is good, he thinks, since Yoongi has agreed to letting Hoseok make him come five times in a row.
One down, four more to go.
One down, four more to go.
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“G-Green, master,” Yoongi whimpers when Hoseok asks his color for at least the tenth time in the close to two hours they’ve been playing so far. Since the dildo, he’s come in Hoseok’s mouth, in his hand, and most recently after a very intense session with a vibrating massager.
This will be number five.
Hoseok untied his arms after the second time he came, concerned about aggravating his old shoulder injury. Not that it matters, his arms and legs are so weak right now they can barely hold him up, and his entire body is sensitive.
His brain isn’t able to focus on anything else besides chasing the next orgasm. He wants this, needs this, needs the distraction.
He groans as Hoseok presses the sheathed head of his cock to Yoongi’s rim, entering him for the first time, after playing with him for hours. Hoseok's resolve is amazing, and he brings the same level of seriousness to his scenes as he does to his dancing—the same stamina too.
Hoseok is behind him, holding Yoongi’s tired body up with both arms as he drills into him, and Yoongi clings to his arms.
Yoongi is still blindfolded, but can feel his hard cock strain and bounce in the air before him. He imagines that it’s normal blushing pink color is now a deep red, overstimulated and sensitive from the multiple orgasms.
Yet the heat builds in his gut as Hoseok fucks him, his warm cock and the sharp snap of his hips pushing Yoongi close to the tipping point once again. Close but not quite there, as Yoongi plateaus, teetering at the edge.
Yoongi focuses, willing his body to cooperate, but his orgasm eludes him even as he feels Hoseok’s hips move faster chasing his own release.
“Gonna come for me pet?” Hoseok pants into his ear.
“Sir...m-master, I don’t know if I can,” Yoongi whines, tears pooling in his eyes as he concentrates on chasing the feeling.
“Sir...m-master, I don’t know if I can,” Yoongi whines, tears pooling in his eyes as he concentrates on chasing the feeling.
“Clear your head, pet,” Hoseok directs through his own heavy groans. “Stop chasing the orgasm. Tell me your fantasy, what turns you on?”
“Y-You f-fucking me, m-master.” The words roll off Yoongi’s tongue thoughtlessly.
“Y-You f-fucking me, m-master.” The words roll off Yoongi’s tongue thoughtlessly.
“No, pet,” Hoseok growls harshly in his ear. “I don’t want to hear what you think I want you to say. Tell me what you actually want, pet, more than anything?”
“M-Master...I.” Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat, and he can feel the coil of heat wind in his gut so tight, it’s so close—his orgasm almost in reach now. But he can’t say the words, can he? Can he say the words he’s been trying to forget?
Hoseok’s hips start to stutter, drilling into Yoongi. One hand still circles Yoongi’s body, limp in his arms as the other reaches up over Yoongi’s neck, pushing his chin up so his face is next to Hoseok’s.
“Say it!” Hoseok commands, gripping his chin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Say it!” Hoseok commands, gripping his chin. “Tell me what you want.”
“Jin-hyung!” Yoongi suddenly cries out on a sob, body shaking with the admission, the reveal of words never before spoken into the air. “I want to be f-fucked by Jin-hyung, I want hyung! It’s always been hyung.”
His tears spill forth, soaking the blindfold as he feels Hoseok thrust deep inside him.
And then, out of nowhere, Yoongi feels a warm set of lips slide over the head of his cock, down his shaft, tongue pressing the underside with a gentle suction...he stops breathing, his body freezes...and he’s coming.
Brilliant white lights flash behind his darkened lids, his hearing fades, his fingers and toes go numb, as he clenches around Hoseok’s cock, which is throbbing with his own release. Yoongi cries out, as his sensitive cock spills into the mysterious warm mouth engulfing him.
And then the world goes dark.
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(Note: flash back to Jin’s POV)
I fucked up, Jin thinks, as he paces inside his bedroom, where he’s been wearing a path in the rug for the past hour at least.
I fucked up, Jin thinks, as he paces inside his bedroom, where he’s been wearing a path in the rug for the past hour at least.
He realizes that he said he would be a fly on the wall, promised only to intervene for an emergency—but how was he to know? How was he to know when he walked into the living room to the sound of Yoongi’s cries as he fucked Namjoon, that Yoongi was okay? That Yoongi wasn’t hurt?
How could Jin have predicted his own panicked reaction, ignoring Yoongi’s reassurances, fueled by a primal need to protect Yoongi? How could he have known? Still he should have known.
Jin had apologized, but judging by the anger and disgust in Yoongi’s eyes, that wasn’t enough. And the more he thinks about it, he’s not sorry. He’s not. If there was an iota of a chance that Yoongi was in distress, it was worth it—even if it means that Yoongi hates him now.
Jin sits down on the bed, head in his hands, listening to the ticking of the clock as it keeps time with his pulse. The blood pumps through his veins, reminding him he is alive, even though his heart feels raw and wounded.
Ironically, his motivation for asking to moderate tonight was to spare Yoongi any pain. In the end, though, it was he who was the cause of the pain—for both of them.
There’s a knock at the door, and it opens slowly as Hoseok’s head pops through.
There’s a knock at the door, and it opens slowly as Hoseok’s head pops through.
“Hyung, can I come in?” Hoseok asks.
“Sure, Hope-ah,” Jin says, trying his best to hide the sadness in his face as he lifts his head. “Aren’t you...I mean I assume it’s your turn with Yoongi?”
“Sure, Hope-ah,” Jin says, trying his best to hide the sadness in his face as he lifts his head. “Aren’t you...I mean I assume it’s your turn with Yoongi?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m here hyung,” Hoseok says tentatively. “Can you come to my room in about an hour?”
“I don’t know, Hope-ah, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Jin says, fidgeting his hands. “I don’t think Yoongi-yah will want me there.”
“I don’t know, Hope-ah, I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Jin says, fidgeting his hands. “I don’t think Yoongi-yah will want me there.”
“Well actually Yoongi said he didn’t mind...and I do want you there, hyung,” Hoseok says, sitting next to Jin on the bed. “I think it’s about time you two resolved this shit.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Jin asks confusedly. “If you mean the incident in the living room, I apologized, but Yoongi seemed…”
“Hyung, just listen to me carefully,” Hoseok says, cutting Jin off and laying a gentle hand on Jin’s knee.
“I need you to come to my room in an hour. I need you to come in, be quiet and just listen. You won’t need to moderate—I promise to check in with Yoongi-hyung often and show you he’s alright. But I need you to be there and stay until we are done. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Jin nods his head, still unsure why Hoseok is asking this of him, but agreeing nonetheless. He’s got nothing to lose at this point. “I’ll be there.”
**********
Jin closes the door to Hoseok’s room, and walks in a few steps before Hoseok notices him and motions him to take a seat in a chair that’s been set directly next to the bed. He didn’t know what to expect when he walked in, but whatever it was, it wasn’t this.
Yoongi is splayed out on the bed, blindfolded as Hoseok kneels between his legs, dipping the fingers of one hand in and out of Yoongi, as he wields a huge wand massager in the other.
Hoseok eyes Jin as he takes a seat. “Color, my pet?” Hoseok asks, clearly for Jin’s benefit.
Hoseok eyes Jin as he takes a seat. “Color, my pet?” Hoseok asks, clearly for Jin’s benefit.
“G-Green, m-master” Yoongi pants out immediately. He’s flushed and sweaty, and his muscles are tensed, but he’s glowing. He looks beautiful, Jin thinks.
“Then let’s make you come a fourth time, shall we?” Hoseok teases as he clicks the switch turning the massager back on.
“Then let’s make you come a fourth time, shall we?” Hoseok teases as he clicks the switch turning the massager back on.
“Y-Yes, master, p-please,” Yoongi pleads breathlessly, as Hoseok brings the head of massager to the base of Yoongi’s cock.
Four times, holy shit, Jin thinks, and then holds his breath as Yoongi’s entire body arches up off the bed, only his shoulders and feet making contact as Hoseok moves the massager towards the tip of his cock.
The sounds coming from Yoongi’s chest are painfully beautiful as his cock strains, red and swollen under the vibrations of the massager before Hoseok turns it off and Yoongi’s body flops back down to the bed.
Jin watches as a string of pre-cum drips from the purpled slit of Yoongi’s cock and vibrates as Yoongi sucks in trembling breaths.
Jin’s glad that Yoongi’s blindfolded. Hoseok said Yoongi wouldn’t mind him being here, but he appreciates the opportunity to observe without feeling self-conscious.
He still doesn’t know why Hoseok wanted him here, but he’s glad he asked him. He’s glad he came. It may be the last time he ever sees Yoongi like this again.
Hoseok toys with Yoongi for a while, dipping his fingers into Yoongi’s squelching wet hole, teasing at his rim, and then running the massager up his cock, or pressing it behind his balls. He checks in with him again as Yoongi writhes on the bed.
“Still green, my pet?” Hoseok asks, massaging Yoongi’s tense thighs.
“Y-Yes, c-close..master,” Yoongi whimpers, “D-Don’t stop until I c-come this time p-please.”
“Y-Yes, c-close..master,” Yoongi whimpers, “D-Don’t stop until I c-come this time p-please.”
“Ah, my pet,” Hoseok crawls up over Yoongi’s sweaty body, surprising him with a deep kiss. Yoongi responds, chasing Hoseok’s lips as he pulls away. “You’re so good for me.”
Jin can see Hoseok palm his dick through his leather pants, the bulge there reflecting Jin’s own where he sits in his chair. Yoongi really is a sight to see.
Hoseok turns the massager on again, pressing it to Yoongi’s cock, only this time he doesn’t let up, running it up and down the length as Yoongi thrashes about, his cries escalating.
Finally, when it doesn’t seem like Yoongi can take anymore Hoseok thrusts three fingers inside Yoongi, bending them upwards towards Yoongi’s prostate as he bites down on Yoongi’s inner thigh.
Jin watches as Yoongi’s mouth opens in a silent scream as his orgasm finally comes, body pulsing as cum leaks out of his dick, pooling in his belly button as he collapses onto the bed.
Jin sits quietly in the chair, his own cock throbbing, but he ignores it, as he watches Hoseok clean Yoongi up and cuddle him gently in his arms. All he can think of is how he wishes it were him holding Yoongi like that right now.
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They’re on time number five now, and Hoseok is fucking Yoongi relentlessly as he supports all of Yoongi’s weight in his arms. Yoongi’s weak, whimpering, and every cell in Jin’s body is screaming out for him to stop this, that it’s too much, that Yoongi won’t make it a fifth time.
But when Hoseok checks in with Yoongi again, probably sensing the strain on Jin’s face, he says green. If this is what Yoongi wants, he’s not going to stop him. Not this time.
“Clear your head, pet,” he hears Hoseok say to Yoongi. They are on the edge of the bed closest to Jin, Yoongi’s body less than a few feet away, as Hoseok’s hold him up as if on display for Jin. “Stop chasing the orgasm. Tell me your fantasy, what turns you on?”
“Y-You f-fucking me, m-master.” Yoongi responds automatically.
Why is Hoseok doing this, Jin wonders. What is the point? He tunes them out, focusing instead on the intent look on Yoongi’s face where it rests against his chest.
Why is Hoseok doing this, Jin wonders. What is the point? He tunes them out, focusing instead on the intent look on Yoongi’s face where it rests against his chest.
More words are spoken, but Jin’s not really paying attention, until suddenly he sees Hoseok's hand slide up Yoongi’s neck, fingers gripping his chin as he follows Hoseok’s hand up, to where he is holding Yoongi’s face next to his.
Hoseok looks at Jin intently, locking eyes with him as he speaks.
“Say it!” Hoseok commands Yoongi, gripping his chin. “Tell me your fantasy.”
Jin swallows, eyes moving from Hoseok to Yoongi and back as he tries to figure out what Hoseok is doing.
“Say it!” Hoseok commands Yoongi, gripping his chin. “Tell me your fantasy.”
Jin swallows, eyes moving from Hoseok to Yoongi and back as he tries to figure out what Hoseok is doing.
“Jin-hyung!” Jin suddenly hears Yoongi cry out as he sobs, body shaking. “I want to be f-fucked by Jin-hyung, I want hyung! It’s always been hyung.”
Jin freezes, as time seems to stand still. Did Yoongi just say what he thinks he said? Did Yoongi just say he wants him? It’s always been him?
His eyes flick back to Hoseok, who nods at Jin with a self-satisfied smile, as he finally lets himself go and thrusts into Yoongi.
His eyes flick back to Hoseok, who nods at Jin with a self-satisfied smile, as he finally lets himself go and thrusts into Yoongi.
Jin looks back to Yoongi’s face, watching as the blindfold darkens with Yoongi's tears, his small body racked with sobs as his hard cock strains in front of him, and he whispers Jin’s name under his breath.
Time slams back into motion, and Jin throws himself forward onto the bed. He wants to consume Yoongi, to suck his cock harshly, to press it to the back of his throat until he gags and can’t breathe...but he holds back, worried about jostling Yoongi in his already fragile state.
Instead, his mouth opens and he wraps his lips gently around Yoongi’s cock. The salty taste of Yoongi’s pre-cum trails across his tongue as he slowly slides his mouth down Yoongi’s shaft, careful pressing his tongue to the underside.
Yoongi stills beneath him and he hears Yoongi’s breath catch in his chest. A second goes by, and then another, and suddenly Yoongi cries out, spilling onto Jin’s tongue, warm cum coating his taste buds and rolling down his throat as he savors the taste of Yoongi on his tongue.
When he pulls off, Yoongi and Hoseok both collapse to the bed. Yoongi is exhausted, and unresponsive when Hoseok tries to gently rouse him.
Jin steps tentatively towards the bed. “Can I?” Jin gestures to Yoongi’s body.
“Of course,” Hoseok says as he tries to catch his breath, placing a hand on Jin’s arm as he reaches for Yoongi. “ Take good care of him hyung. He loves you.”
“Of course,” Hoseok says as he tries to catch his breath, placing a hand on Jin’s arm as he reaches for Yoongi. “ Take good care of him hyung. He loves you.”
Jin nods and scoops Yoongi’s limp body into his arms, as carries him back to his room.
***********
Yoongi’s eyes flutter open and he sees Jin’s face before him.
“Welcome back,” Jin smiles softly.
He blinks and looks around, trying to remember what happened, how he got here, in what appears to be Jin’s room.
Yoongi’s eyes flutter open and he sees Jin’s face before him.
“Welcome back,” Jin smiles softly.
He blinks and looks around, trying to remember what happened, how he got here, in what appears to be Jin’s room.
“I…” He opens his mouth to speak, but it comes out as a croak. He swallows, throat dry and scratchy.
“Shhh,” Jin says, as he turns and grabs a bottle of water from the nightstand, returning and helping to prop Yoongi up on a pillow before handing him the bottle.
“Shhh,” Jin says, as he turns and grabs a bottle of water from the nightstand, returning and helping to prop Yoongi up on a pillow before handing him the bottle.
Every muscle in Yoongi’s body aches as he sits up. He can’t remember ever being this sore before. He tilts his head back, letting the cool water run down and soothe his dry parched throat.
The hydration jumpstarts his brain, and memories start to flow back to him. Hoseok's room, admitting that Jin was his fantasy, a warm mouth on his cock..oh god, was that Jin? Does he know now? Does he feel the same way?
“Hyung,” his voice comes out more clear now, although still a little scratchy. “We should talk.”
“We will,” Jin says, moving off the bed. “First, let me take care of you. I’m gonna run a bath.”
“We will,” Jin says, moving off the bed. “First, let me take care of you. I’m gonna run a bath.”
Jin walks into the en suite and Yoongi hears the water start to run, as he is left to his own thoughts. He still has so many questions.
Is this Jin just taking care of him again? Is this Jin’s turn? Is this something else, something more?
Is this Jin just taking care of him again? Is this Jin’s turn? Is this something else, something more?
He wants to know, needs to know, but he’s also so tired and finds himself dozing off as he listens to the water run.
Yoongi feels a hand smooth the hair from his brow, and looks up to see Jin again.
Yoongi feels a hand smooth the hair from his brow, and looks up to see Jin again.
“The bath is ready,” Jin whispers. Yoongi starts to sit up, but then Jin’s arms slide under his back and legs and he’s lifted effortlessly into the air. He tenses reflexively, and then relaxes, wrapping his arms around Jin’s neck as Jin carries him into the bathroom.
The air in the bathroom is thick and steamy, heady with the scent of the orange blossoms and vanilla coming from the bubble bath. The lights are off and only the glow of ambient light from the bedroom provides some illumination.
Jin leans over gently, setting Yoongi into the deep oversized claw foot tub.
Yoongi’s arms wrap around his bent legs, curling in on himself. Despite all the things Jin has observed tonight, all the ways Jin has seen his body used and on display, Yoongi suddenly feels more exposed than he has all night, as he waits to see what Jin is going to do.
The water sloshes around him, and Jin steps into the tub, sliding in behind Yoongi, and stretching his legs on either side. Yoongi waits tensely.
“Relax, Yoongi-yah,” Jin says, as Yoongi feels a warm washcloth on his shoulder. Jin begins to clean him, gently rubbing the soapy cloth along his shoulders and arms and down his spine.
Yoongi slowly loosens up under Jin’s soft touches, and lets himself be pulled back to Jin’s chest as the elder begins to clean his front, careful not to rub harshly over the string of marks on his chest.
Jin’s lips gently brush against his neck as he moves further down Yoongi’s body, abandoning the washcloth for a soapy hand, ghosting feather light touches on Yoongi’s thighs, and swishing water around his tender cock and against his swollen rim.
Yoongi groans at the hint of contact, clearing his throat to speak.
“Jin-hyung can we talk?” Yoongi asks again.
“You’re tired,” Jin whispers against his neck. “It can wait.”
But Yoongi can’t wait any longer—he needs to know now. He pulls away, spinning around to face Jin.
“Jin-hyung can we talk?” Yoongi asks again.
“You’re tired,” Jin whispers against his neck. “It can wait.”
But Yoongi can’t wait any longer—he needs to know now. He pulls away, spinning around to face Jin.
“No, now. We need to talk now,” Yoongi says adamantly, staring at Jin.
Jin looks surprised. “Okay, okay. We’ll talk now.”
Jin looks surprised. “Okay, okay. We’ll talk now.”
“Okay.” Suddenly shy, Yoongi fiddles with his hands under the water, where he sits cross-legged between Jin’s still outstretched legs. “Were you in Hobi’s room?”
“Yes,” Jin responds.
Yoongi nods, still looking down at his hands.
“Yes,” Jin responds.
Yoongi nods, still looking down at his hands.
“Did...did you hear what I said? About my fantasy—did you hear that?” He then asks tentatively.
“Yes.” Another brief response from Jin.
“And...your mouth...that was your mouth on me?”
“Yes.” Jin reaches out, stilling Yoongi’s hands.
“Yes.” Another brief response from Jin.
“And...your mouth...that was your mouth on me?”
“Yes.” Jin reaches out, stilling Yoongi’s hands.
The brevity of Jin’s answers is driving Yoongi crazy. He needs more information.
“Jin-hyung,” he says, looking up at Jin with a hint of exasperation. “What is this then?”
“What is what?” Jin asks, confused.
“Jin-hyung,” he says, looking up at Jin with a hint of exasperation. “What is this then?”
“What is what?” Jin asks, confused.
“This! What is this?” Yoongi’s voice cracks from exhaustion and nervousness and the twenty other emotions coursing through his body. “What are we doing? Here. Now. Are you just taking care of me again? Is this just your turn? I need to know.”
Jin’s face softens and he reaches out, gently tilting Yoongi’s chin to look at him.
“I will always take care of you, Yoongi.” Yoongi casts his eyes down, this is what he was afraid of—but Jin bumps his chin up, getting his attention again. “Listen, I’m not done.”
“I will always take care of you, Yoongi.” Yoongi casts his eyes down, this is what he was afraid of—but Jin bumps his chin up, getting his attention again. “Listen, I’m not done.”
Jin continues on.
“If this time with you needs to be my turn, I’ll take that. I’ll take whatever time I can get from you,” Jin says honestly. “But I’m hoping, maybe, this could be the start of something new?”
Yoongi blinks, looking into Jin’s eyes. “Do you mean…”
“If this time with you needs to be my turn, I’ll take that. I’ll take whatever time I can get from you,” Jin says honestly. “But I’m hoping, maybe, this could be the start of something new?”
Yoongi blinks, looking into Jin’s eyes. “Do you mean…”
“What I mean,” Jin interrupts, cupping Yoongi’s cheeks, “is that I love you. I love you, Min Yoongi. I’ve loved you forever. Did you not know?”
Tears well up in Yoongi’s eyes. “I—I didn’t. I didn’t know.”
Tears well up in Yoongi’s eyes. “I—I didn’t. I didn’t know.”
“Well now you do,” Jin says, bringing Yoongi’s lips to his in a tender kiss. Their lips touch tentatively, warm and soft against each other. It’s been four years—four long lonely years since their lips last touched—but it feels so right. It feels like coming home.
“I love you too, Jin,” Yoongi whispers against Jin’s lips, before parting them, relishing the feel of Jin’s plush lips against his thinner ones, as he unwinds his crossed legs, throwing them over Jin’s thighs and propelling himself into Jin’s lap.
The warm bubbly water laps slowly over Yoongi’s back as he presses his body to Jin’s. Their tongues meet, gently teasing and tasting one another, a perfect amount of give and take, soft and seductive, as Yoongi starts to grind his hips slowly.
Jin’s arms encircle him, caressing his back, pulling him closer as their cocks come to life, sliding against each other where they are pressed together between them.
The heat builds, pants and gasps falling from each of their lips as Yoongi attaches his mouth to Jin’s neck, marking him, claiming him for his own. Jin does the same, leaving a mark on Yoongi’s neck, high above the rest, unmistakably his.
Everything is happening too fast and too slow at the same time. Yoongi wants to savor each kiss, each touch, but he feels an insatiable need to have Jin inside him. It’s not a sexual need as much as it’s a need to be closer to Jin—to connect with him.
Yoongi lifts his body, positioning the head of Jin’s cock at his rim. But Jin wraps his hands around Yoongi’s hips, stopping him.
“Yoongi-yah, you don’t have to...you must be so sore. We can wait. We have time,” Jin says sincerely.
“Yoongi-yah, you don’t have to...you must be so sore. We can wait. We have time,” Jin says sincerely.
Yoongi shakes his head. “I've waited all these years, hyung. I’m not waiting anymore.”
He starts to press down and Jin stops him again. “But, a condom. We don’t have a condom,” Jin reminds him.
He starts to press down and Jin stops him again. “But, a condom. We don’t have a condom,” Jin reminds him.
“We don’t need a condom,” Yoongi says. “Not with you. Never again with you. Now just let me love you...please.”
Jin removes his hands and bends his legs, giving Yoongi a better angle as Yoongi slowly slides down onto Jin’s cock. As they begin to move together slowly—Jin pressing up as Yoongi rocks his hips down—Yoongi feels something wet on his face.
Jin stops moving, as a concerned look sets on his face. “Baby, you’re crying. Does it hurt? Do we need to stop?”
Yoongi swipes at the tears with the back of hand. “No, hyung, I just...this feels so right. Feels like this is what I’ve been searching for all my life.”
Yoongi swipes at the tears with the back of hand. “No, hyung, I just...this feels so right. Feels like this is what I’ve been searching for all my life.”
And Yoongi means it. It was silly of him to think that 24 hours of no-strings attached sex could fill this need in him. He finally feels the connection, the commitment, the love that he’s longed for all his life. And the best part is, it’s being returned to him equally.
“I know, baby. I feel it too,” Jin says, as he kisses the tears away from Yoongi’s cheeks, before moving to the corners of his mouth and then his lips.
They begin to move together again, lips joined as the heat builds between them, kissing until they can no longer catch their breaths, until the heat between them ignites a flame where they are joined, until they are both at the tipping point.
Yoongi’s body tenses. He grips the tub behind Jin’s head as the light of dawn filters in through the window, bathing them in pinks and oranges.
They come together, whispering each other’s names. Euphoria flows through Yoongi’s like a gentle wave, permeating every cell, until his whole body vibrates at the same frequency as Jin’s.
Afterwards, they lay together, kissing in the afterglow, until their fingers and toes get pruney. Finally pulling themselves from the tub, they dry off in silence, collapsing onto the bed in each other's arms and falling into a much needed deep sleep.
They finally wake, close to noon, but neither wants to leave their cocoon of soft blankets. So they stay in bed, legs intertwined, trading soft kisses and exploring each other’s bodies, just because they can.
When they finally drag themselves from bed, Jin spots a note that must have been slid underneath the door while they slept. As he walks over he sees it’s written on Hoseok’s smiley face stationary.
“What’s that?” Yoongi asks from where he sits on the edge of the bed.
“A note?” Jin says, opening it and reading it to Yoongi.
“A note?” Jin says, opening it and reading it to Yoongi.
Dear hyungs,
IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!
P.S. - There is breakfast in the kitchen for you
P.P.S - We are all going out for the day, so take time for yourselves
P.P.P.S - We love you!
Signed, (and they each signed it)
IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!!!
P.S. - There is breakfast in the kitchen for you
P.P.S - We are all going out for the day, so take time for yourselves
P.P.P.S - We love you!
Signed, (and they each signed it)
Yoongi can see the tears well up in Jin’s eyes as he walks over and lays a hand in Jin’s arm. “Aww, hyungie. I know. That was so sweet of them, it makes me want to cry too.”
“No, Yoongi-yah, it’s not that,” Jin counters, swiping at a tear as it rolls down his face.
“Then what is it, hyung?” Yoongi inquires, turning Jin to face him.
“Then what is it, hyung?” Yoongi inquires, turning Jin to face him.
“It’s just…” Jin takes a deep, dramatic breath. “Those idiots tried to cook breakfast without either you or I there. It’s going to be a fucking disaster out there.”
Yoongi guffaws and slaps Jin’s chest, as they both break into laughter. It feels good to laugh with Jin—to be with Jin like this, still themselves, but now together.
After their laughter dies down, Yoongi slaps Jin’s ass and jumps on his back. “Alright then my fine steed, take me to the kitchen and let’s see what kind of mess we’re dealing with.”
Jin cranes his head to look at Yoongi, wide-eyed and teasingly. “Pet play, huh? I had no idea…”
“Oh, I think we’re gonna learn a lot of fun things about each other,” Yoongi grins mischievously, as he leans back to slap Jin’s ass again. “Now, yah!”
“Oh, I think we’re gonna learn a lot of fun things about each other,” Yoongi grins mischievously, as he leans back to slap Jin’s ass again. “Now, yah!”
***********
As it turns out, they did learn a lot about each other, Jin reflects to himself, as he gets ready for the evening.
It’s been about four months since “The Awakening” as the members have fondly come to refer to that 24 hours after their first Billboard Hot 100 #1.
It’s been about four months since “The Awakening” as the members have fondly come to refer to that 24 hours after their first Billboard Hot 100 #1.
They call it that because Yoongi finally realized he didn’t have to live without love and sex, and that he could still achieve all the goals he had for himself and the members without depriving himself of this important part of life.
After all, since then, they've spent multiple weeks at #1 with a total of three different songs, including one mostly in Korean—not to mention the numerous other new records they've set.
The Awakening also refers to Jin’s realization that he’s a lot more freaky than he used to give himself credit for. With Yoongi’s encouragement, he’s come to embrace voyeurism and consensual somno as part of his regular sex life. Next on the list is pet play.
Together, he and Yoongi decided that they really enjoy playing with the other members, and that as long as they are together and it is consensual, they didn’t want to give up that part of their sex life.
And now that sex for Yoongi isn’t relegated to a 24 hour window on special occasions, there is a lot more playing going on.
Yoongi has been teaching Jin how to bottom for Namjoon—how to prep himself, how to ride Namjoon and still be safe. Namjoon was so giddy to have a new partner that the first time Jin rode him, he came in the first five minutes.
To be fair, it probably didn’t help that he had Yoongi’s cock in his mouth, while he was wearing that little blue skirt, at the same time. They are working on building up Namjoon’s resistance now in weekly sessions.
Jimin is as demanding as ever sexually, but Yoongi and he have found that spit-roasting Jimin helps to stop his complaining. And when coupled with Yoongi eating Jin’s cum out of his ass afterwards, it makes for a very happy and satisfied Jimin—which everyone in appreciates.
He and Yoongi brainstorm new scenarios on a regular basis, knowing Jimin is never satisfied for long.
Turns out Taehyung is a bit of an exhibitionist, and gets really excited when Jin watches. Taehyung and Yoongi have been having a fun time trying to plan out scenes to catch him off guard, and they’ve taken to timing how long it takes Jin before he starts touching his dick.
The fastest was two minutes five seconds, but in his defense, Yoongi was fucking Taehyung against the sliding glass balcony door while Jin sat outside, and he was trying to hurry and finish before the neighbors noticed.
Hoseok, of course, holds a special place in their lives, and in their sex lives. After all, without his intervention, Yoongi and he may have never pulled their heads from their theoretical asses.
Turns out Hoseok is not only good at reading Yoongi, but also at reading Jin, and he’s been experimenting with domming two subjects at the same time. It also turns out that Yoongi has a little bit of a dom side as well, with Hoseok has been coaching him on, much to Jin’s delight.
And finally, Jungkook, their inquisitive baby, has found that having two hyungs to teach him is the best possible scenario. In fact, that’s where Jin is headed right now—to join Yoongi and Jungkook in Yoongi’s room.
**********
“Hi baby,” Yoongi calls out over his shoulder, as he slowly rides Jungkook’s cock.
“Hi, sexy,” Jin walks over to the bed and leans in kissing a trail up Yoongi’s spine, across his neck and finally to his lips. “I see you started without me.”
“Hi, sexy,” Jin walks over to the bed and leans in kissing a trail up Yoongi’s spine, across his neck and finally to his lips. “I see you started without me.”
“Yeah, Kook-ah was getting whiny,” Yoongi says as he tweaks Jungkook's nipple, getting a yelp from Jungkook in response. “Had to take care of our baby—you know how needy he gets.”
“Yeah, I do,” Jin agrees with Yoongi.
“Yeah, I do,” Jin agrees with Yoongi.
“Hi hyungie,” Jungkook pouts at him from the bed below as Jin leans in to whisper in Jungkook’s ear, loud enough for Yoongi to hear.
“Piece of advice, don’t pout when Yoongi-hyung is nice enough to ride your cock for you,” he ruffles Jungkook's hair, and leans on for a deep kiss and then pulls away with a playful bite to his lip. “Brat.”
Yoongi and Jungkook both giggle as Jin pulls away, and it’s the sweetest music to his ears.
“Hurry up, hyungie,” Jungkook calls out as Jin takes his time undressing. He likes to tease them a bit, knowing the real fun won’t begin until he’s there.
“Hurry up, hyungie,” Jungkook calls out as Jin takes his time undressing. He likes to tease them a bit, knowing the real fun won’t begin until he’s there.
“Jin-hyung,” Yoongi finally calls out impatiently. “You know we’re supposed to be with Hoseok tomorrow night, so if you know what’s good for you, you might not want to keep me waiting.” That definitely gets Jin moving.
Jin takes his place at the edge of the bed. Jungkook is lying with his knees bent and ass almost at the edge while Yoongi rides him.
“You’re prepped, Kook-ah?” Jin asks as he trails a finger over Jungkook's rim, dipping one finger in with no resistance.
“You’re prepped, Kook-ah?” Jin asks as he trails a finger over Jungkook's rim, dipping one finger in with no resistance.
“Yeah, Yoongi-hyung did a really thorough job,” Jungkook grunts and wiggles as Jin dips a second and then a third finger in. “That’s why I was needy.” Jungkook pouts again.
“Well let’s see if we can’t wipe that pout off your face for good, baby.” Jin smirks at him. “Ready?”
“Well let’s see if we can’t wipe that pout off your face for good, baby.” Jin smirks at him. “Ready?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m ready hyung, please,” Jungkook pleads. It will be his first time topping and bottoming at the same time, and he’s clearly very eager.
“Okay, baby,” Jin says, as he spreads Jungkook’s legs in a wide V, pressing the tip of his cock to Jungkook’s rim, and pushing in as he says a word of thanks for Jungkook’s flexibility.
Jin’s fucked Jungkook before, but he’s obviously never done it while watching the love of his life fuck himself on Jungkook’s dick.
The visual alone is amazing, but the sensation is too, as Jungkook’s tight heat is already clenching and fluttering around him every time Yoongi bounces himself on Jungkook’s cock.
Jin loves that he can lean forward and kiss Yoongi’s shoulders and caress his body while he fucks Jungkook, and before long all three of them are a sweaty, panting mess as they each chase their release in a three way race to the finish.
Jin feels the heat start to build in his gut as he speeds his thrusts into Jungkook. Jungkook is clearly way ahead of both Yoongi and him—due to double the stimulation—because as soon as Jin’s speed increases Jungkook starts to yell out between gasps, “C-Coming, n-now.”
Jin pushes back on Jungkook’s legs, changing the angle so that he can hit Jungkook's prostate directly, and it only takes a few more thrusts before Jungkook is coming—writhing in bed, not knowing whether to rock up into Yoongi or back into Jin.
Yoongi and Jin fuck him through it, until we start to whine with sensitivity.
“Baby!” Yoongi cries, as he pulls off of Jungkook and wraps his hand around his cock, now too chasing his release.
“Baby!” Yoongi cries, as he pulls off of Jungkook and wraps his hand around his cock, now too chasing his release.
Jin pulls out of Jungkook, removing the condom and roughly pulling Yoongi back to the edge of the bed as Jin thrusts his cock in deep, holding Yoongi up in his arms and fucking him until he sees Yoongi start to come into his hand, and feels Yoongi clench around his cock.
Only then does Jin let himself go, thrusting deep into his lover, and spilling inside him, before they both collapse onto the bed.
“You guys are the best hyungs ever,” Jungkook says, as he crawls over, all eye smiles and bunny nosed. It’s so endearing that Yoongi and Jin can’t help but laugh as they pull him close, and they all snuggle together in a pile coming down from their highs.
**********
After much kissing and cuddling—and an appropriate amount of teasing Jungkook—the three join the others in the living room for movie night.
“Before we get started,” Namjoon says very seriously, “there’s some important business we need to discuss.”
Jin and Yoongi take a seat next to each other on the couch, hands intertwined, and Jungkook drops on the floor in front of them.
Jin and Yoongi take a seat next to each other on the couch, hands intertwined, and Jungkook drops on the floor in front of them.
There’s tension in the room at the tone of Namjoon’s voice. He doesn’t usually use that tone unless he’s calling a member meeting on an important topic.
Jin glances around the room at the other faces, all stoic, except Hoseok, who quickly looks away from Jin. Hoseok has never been able to hide his emotions from his face—except in Dom mode, of course. What’s going on? Jin wonders.
“What, Joon? Spit it out.” Yoongi asks, squeezing Jin’s hand nervously.
“Well, Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon looks directly at Yoongi. “it’s come to my attention that because of the new lifestyle you are leading since The Awakening…”
Namjoon pauses for dramatic effect.
“Well, Yoongi-hyung,” Namjoon looks directly at Yoongi. “it’s come to my attention that because of the new lifestyle you are leading since The Awakening…”
Namjoon pauses for dramatic effect.
“Well, it seems that we no longer have an adequate incentive for winning the Grammy. I mean since you’re sleeping with us all now on a regular basis.”
Jimin and Hoseok start laughing hysterically and Taehyung hides his face. Even Namjoon lets a giggle slip out.
Jimin and Hoseok start laughing hysterically and Taehyung hides his face. Even Namjoon lets a giggle slip out.
“Joon-ah, are you fucking kidding me,” Yoongi groans, “I thought there was a problem, or someone was unhappy with our new arrangement! You scared me half to death!”
Yoongi collapses against the couch with a sigh, as Jin laughs and pulls him into his arms.
Yoongi collapses against the couch with a sigh, as Jin laughs and pulls him into his arms.
“Oh, no hyung,” Namjoon laughs. “Everyone is more than happy. Trust me.”
There are nods all around, as Namjoon continues.
There are nods all around, as Namjoon continues.
“It’s just, Jimin brought up a good point,” Namjoon says. “We don’t really have an incentive now for what would be the biggest award we could possibly receive.”
Yoongi considers this. “Okay, well are there any ideas, then?”
Yoongi considers this. “Okay, well are there any ideas, then?”
Jungkook raises his hand meekly from his spot on the floor.
“What is it, Kook-ah?” Yoongi asks.
“What is it, Kook-ah?” Yoongi asks.
“How about an orgy? We’ve never had one of those,” Jungkook offers.
There are a few snickers around the room, but then they all start looking to one another trying to read the room.
There are a few snickers around the room, but then they all start looking to one another trying to read the room.
Namjoon finally breaks the silence, clearing his throat. “All in favor of amending the final reward for winning a Grammy to an all member orgy, please raise your hand.”
Seven hands slowly raise into the air.
“Then the vote passes,” Namjoon says excitedly.
Seven hands slowly raise into the air.
“Then the vote passes,” Namjoon says excitedly.
Yoongi looks at Jin with a raised eyebrow, and then gives Jungkook a little nudge with his foot, where the maknae sits on the floor in front of them.
“Get a piece of paper and a pen, Kook-ah.” Yoongi says with a smile. “Looks like we have a new fringe benefit.”
“Get a piece of paper and a pen, Kook-ah.” Yoongi says with a smile. “Looks like we have a new fringe benefit.”
~~~~THE END~~~~
At least until BTS wins a Grammy...👀
At least until BTS wins a Grammy...👀
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Dear Readers,
I hope you enjoyed reading my first ever thread fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Honestly, I will miss these characters a little. Maybe when they win the Grammy, I’ll write a sequel. We shall see. 😬
Love, Yoongles 💖
Dear Readers,
I hope you enjoyed reading my first ever thread fic as much as I enjoyed writing it. Honestly, I will miss these characters a little. Maybe when they win the Grammy, I’ll write a sequel. We shall see. 😬
Love, Yoongles 💖
It will take a few days to reformat and beta and then I will post this to ao3 as well.
If you haven’t checked out my other fics on ao3, would love to have you as a reader! See my pinned tweet, or visit me at archiveofourown.org/users/Yoongles…
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If you haven’t checked out my other fics on ao3, would love to have you as a reader! See my pinned tweet, or visit me at archiveofourown.org/users/Yoongles…
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