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It all started like this—
The BTS members were celebrating yet another successful concert, the last one for a while, feeling happy, content, giddy. They were all feeling satisfied and tired, worn out—in the best possible way.
It was always so much fun performing in front of a live crowd, looking at the people’s reactions and listening to their roaring cheers, and they were always so thankful for ARMY—they never forgot where they came from, how they started, how far they’ve come, and neither would they.
Now, the members would have two whole months to themselves, two months to rest and do as they pleased, and they couldn’t feel better about it—they were ecstatic. It was their well deserved break, and they would enjoy it to the fullest.
They had a little group dinner backstage and then drinks after the concert, just the seven of them. After a while, many empty noodle cups and even more empty soju bottles strewn around the breakroom, they were all just lounging around lazily, chatting or on their phones, half awake, half asleep, and just a little bit drunk.
Taehyung had had a particularly good day, and the concert just made it better. He had done some nice shopping and local sightseeing earlier in the day, and then ended it by giving a beautiful ending ment a shedding a few tears of joy onstage next to his other lovely band members.
He looked around the room at all of them, remembering yet again how much he loved them, how much he cared for them (how much they all loved and cared for each other, really). They were more than a band, so much more than just a group of people who worked together. They were friends, brothers, hyungs and maknaes to each other. They were a true family—more than a family. They chose each other.
Then he started thinking about the emotions he was feeling, the reason behind his many feelings. Somehow, the first thing that came to his mind were romantic feelings, and how what they had—the seven of them—wasn't all that different to that…
Sometimes Taehyung went on the internet late at night on his stan account and saw what the fans wrote about them, their reactions to whatever was being released that day. He would read every comment, every thread, every post, and was surprised to see just how much ARMY could conjure up about them. Sometimes, he would open up twitter and fall into a deep whole until he reached things he didn't even know their fans thought about—deep things that spoke to him, about themselves, about their feelings towards each other…
Every now and then, he thought about those tweets, those edits, those photos angled just right. Half of them hadn’t even had their first kiss yet, let alone their first sexual experience, and here he was reading fluff and smut fanfictions about them under his bedsheets at 4:00 in the morning… he guessed it was only natural for him to eventually wonder.
But the thing was, all those things, all those stories resonated with him. Taehyung had been having a lot of… feelings lately, and he couldn't quite put a name to them. He tried to think back to what was making him feel this way, feel all these things so deep within him, and there was only one thing (or rather, one group of things) that came to mind.
He thought back to their last set of concerts, their most recent ones. He and Jin had gone through some pretty intense moments during ‘So What’, Jimin had been particularly playful; and touchy and flirty with Jungkook lately, on and off stage, and he didn’t fail to notice the way Yoongi and Namjoon looked just a little more out of breath than usual after Hoseok’s ‘Baepsae’ hip thrust.
It might’ve been the air, or the alcohol, or maybe just the fact that they were alone—no staff, no directors, no extra people besides the seven of them—in the breakroom. It was just them, and the presence of something in Taehyung's gut, in his heart.
Suddenly, he found himself leaning over on the couch towards Jungkook, who was sitting right next to him, and he kissed him. He just leaned forward and pressed his lips to his, mid-sentence as he was talking with Jimin. He heard a little gasp escape the other boy, but before he could pull away and see the damage he had done and try to fix it, Jungkook was kissing him back, hard, bringing a hand up to place on his neck.
Taehyung could feel Jimin’s gaze on them, wide eyed and open mouthed, so he reached out a hand and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him into them, crashing his lips to theirs. Jimin didn't resist and kissed him back—kissed them both back—right away, his lips parting just enough to make room for the other two.
The three of them engaged in a heated kiss which turned somewhat into an impromptu makeout session, considering it was all of their first kisses and they were three people doing it at the same time.
The other members turned to look at them, everyone quiet in the room, everything silent except for the sounds of the three youngest’s lips smacking together and their saliva being exchanged, occasionally interrupted by some heavy panting.
This went on for various long moments, and the hyung line watched them in awe. No one stopped them because… they were kind of enjoying the show?
Yoongi (painfully) pulled his gaze away from the maknaes and turned to look at Namjoon sitting at the edge of the table, and Namjoon looked back, a sort of wild expression in his eyes. Before he could react, Yoongi lunged at him and kissed him deeply, hungrily, shoving his tongue into his mouth and sucking on his, straddling his lap. It only took Namjoon a second to react and give a little half yelp before he placed his hands on Yoongi’s hips, just above the curve of his butt, firmly holding him there, and reciprocated the aggressive kiss.
Jin and Hoseok stared at them with their jaw nearly on the floor. Jin snapped out of it after a moment and sat up straight, turning to look at Hoseok, who was already looking back. “Do you wanna…?” Jin asked, not quite sure what exactly he was asking.
Luckily, Hoseok did know, and before Jin was even done speaking, he was nodding shyly at him. Jin smiled softly at him and leaned over to give him a little peck on the corner of his mouth, his cupid’s bow, and finally his lips, placing his warm hands on his neck and caressing his jaw with his thumb. They kissed softly, and Jin could feel Hoseok smiling and melting at the touch.
If anyone else had been in the room with them, it would have been quite a show to experience; the three maknaes were making out on the couch, each with their hands all over the other’s neck and hair, Yoongi and Namjoon were grinding against each other on a cheap plastic chair that was wobbling just enough to cause a little concern, and Jin and Hoseok were lazily kissing and caressing each other in another corner of the room.
Suddenly, they were all interrupted by a very loud gasp coming from the direction of the couch. “Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH! Gukie, I’m sorry. Chim, I—“ Taehyung started, stumbling over his words. He had tears in his eyes and a frantic, mild look of panic on his face.
Yoongi reacted first, being the caring and responsible hyung that he was. He was still sitting in Namjoon’s lap, and he had just started slowly moving his lips in bigger circles, all the while Namjoon tried not to push him down harder on his lap. Yoongi broke away from him (much to his dismay), a thin line of saliva still connecting their lips, and Namjoon tried not to get too turned on by it.
“Tae, relax.” Yoongi said, speaking in a soft voice that was making Namjoon question his very existence and feel very confused about how his body was reacting to it, to him. How could Yoongi be so harsh while kissing him and grinding down on him a minute ago and now speak so softly to Taehyung? “Take a deep breath for me, okay? There you go, just keep your eyes on me and breathe.”
“I—I didn’t mean to. I—“ Taehyung stuttered, looking down at his hands in his lap, ashamed. Jungkook and Jimin were still trying to wrap their heads around what had just happened, but neither of them looked remotely angry or hurt, just a little disappointed that their makeout session had ended much more quickly than they'd wanted it to; they were both staring at Taehyung with almost hungry eyes.
Yoongi stood up and walked over to Taehyung, sitting down next to him on the couch, stroking his back softly. He spoke again, quieter this time. “Tae, it’s okay. No one is mad with you, Jungkook and Jimin aren't mad at you.” Yoongi looked up at them for confirmation, and they were both fast to nod at him. “How about we go home and… continue?” Yoongi lifted his head again and looked around the room, into the eyes of all the members, waiting for someone to protest, someone to stop him.
No one did. In fact, they were all nodding, getting up and quickly packing up their things.
“Okay then.” Yoongi said, getting up and pulling Taehyung along with him. He gave him a tight hug, and Taehyung wrapped his arms around him immediately, getting a little chuckle out of his hyung at the action. “Kook, can you help Taehyung pack his things?” Yoongi asked, looking at him. Jungkook nodded and took Taehyung’s hand, leading him towards their stuff.
“Let’s meet in the cars in five minutes.” Yoongi said to the room, trying not to sprint towards his bag or just leave without it altogether.
Since they were seven people, they had to use two cars to get home. Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook got in the first one, and Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jimin got in the second one. The car ride was silent, filled with sexual tention; probably more than back in the breakroom, if that was possible.
Jin and Hoseok sat in the front of the car, and they kept exchanging shy glances and quietly giggling to themselves. In the backseat, Taehyung had one hand on Jungkook’s thigh, going higher and higher, and Jungkook was acutely aware of the lack of oxygen in his lungs.
In the other car, Yoongi was alternating between looking at Namjoon's lips and looking at Jimin, and he could see the youngest occasionally squeezing his legs together, trying and failing to be discreet. Yoongi tried not to get too riled up at the thought—until they got home, that is.
When they finally got back home, Taehyung and Jungkook were on each other in an instant, before all the members had even made it inside. Taehyung tried to pull away from him to catch his breath, but Jungkook wasn’t having it; he couldn't keep his mouth off Taehyung for long enough, pinning him against the wall and kissing his neck instead, allowing him to breathe—partly.
After a while, Jungkook kissed him one last time and then took his hand, leading him up the stairs and into his bedroom. He closed the door behind them and pushed Taehyung against the door, crashing their lips together once again, hard. Jungkook pushed one leg between his, causing friction on both ends, his hands roaming all over Taehyung’s body, through his hair and under his shirt.
Somehow, they found their way to the bed, Taehyung on top of Jungkook.
“Jungkook, is this okay?” Taehyung asked him, pulling away and panting heavily.
“Mmh.” Jungkook mumbled against his jaw, pulling him back in by the back of his neck.
“Can I touch you? Can I—” Taehyung asked, hands roaming lower and lower on Jungkook’s body. “Can I finger you?”
Jungkook stilled beneath him, and Taehyung looked at his face, searching for any signs of discomfort, afraid he'd said something wrong. But the look in Jungkook's eyes, Taehyung had never seen before. It was new for both of them, this thing they were doing. This thing they were all doing.
“Would you?” Jungkook whispered, looking deep into Taehyung’s eyes.
Taehyung nodded. “If you want it. If you’ll let me.”
Jungkook nodded and sat up on the bed, taking off his shirt. He reached for his pants, but Taehyung stopped him. “Wait.” He said, and proceeded to take them off the other boy himself, carefully opening the button and pulling down the zipper. Jungkook lifted his hips to help him wiggle them off and discard them completely.
Jungkook was now sitting on the bed in front of Taehyung in nothing but his boxers. Taehyung’s eyes gazed over his beautiful body; no matter how many times he looked at Jungkook's muscles, his strong build, it never ceased to impress him, amaze him.
Jungkook reached forward and pulled Taehyung's shirt off, letting it fall to the side of the bed. Then he wrapped his arms around his back and pulled him on top of him, kissing him deeply and wrapping one leg around his waist.
“Gosh, Kookie, you’re so—” Taehyung panted, honestly awe struck. “So pretty, so strong, so hot.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook asked against his neck, making him shiver. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung said, trying not to fall apart at the seams.
“Yeah. I didn't know what it was I was feeling, until you kissed me tonight. And then it all made sense.”
So Taehyung wasn’t the only one with confusing feelings, with unfolding feelings for the other members. That made him feel good, comforted that they all loved each other as such.
“Can I?” Taehyung whispered, his fingers grazing the waistband of Jungkook’s boxers.
Jungkook nodded. Taehyung hooked his fingers in them and slid them off slowly, running his fingers over his legs, leaving feather light touches on his strong calves, admiring. They had all seen each other naked, of course—it was hard not to do so with seven teenage boys living under the same room for years, having only minutes to completely change outfits between stage performances—but it was nothing like this, nothing like this intimacy.
Jungkook reached out and pulled Taehyung’s pants down as well, leaving them that much closer physically.
“Do you have lube?” Taehyung asked, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts as his eyes explored the other boy’s body.
“Uh, no. Sorry.” Jungkook said, wincing at himself. It wasn't like he’s ever done this before, so he didn't have anything.
“It’s okay, don't worry.” Taehyung booped his nose with his playfully and smiled. “Although I think we should find something, I heard it's pretty painful to do it dry, especially if it's your first time… is it your first time?” He asked cautiously. For some reason, he didn't like the idea of Jungkook having done this with anyone else before.
“Yes, hyung, it's my first time.” Jungkook blushed, looking to the side of Taehyung's head. “Do you think we can use oil?” He asked suddenly.
“Oil?” Taehyung repeated, confused. “Like cooking oil? Do you have cooking oil in your room, Jungkook-ah? Why do you have cooking oil in your room?”
“Not cooking oil, silly, body oil.” Jungkook replied with a little giggle, scrunching up his nose.
“Oh.” Taehyung said. “Why do you have body oil?” He asked, still confused.
“It’s for when we perform Fake Love.” Jungkook said, reaching over into his bedside drawer and pulling it out, handing it to him.
“Huh?” Taehyung said, examining it. “I mean, I don't see why it wouldn’t work. It’s made to be used on the body, after all.” Taehyung said, reading over the label on the back to make sure it was safe. Jungkook grinned, clapping his hands together.
“Eager, little bunny?” Taehyung asked smugly.
“Yes.” Jungkook admitted, completely shameless. Taehyung couldn’t resist giving him a little peck, and then another. He was just so cute!
“Jungkook, are you sure you want this? We can stop if you don't—” Taehyung started saying against his lips, and Jungkook kissed him again, deeper this time, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him onto him. Taehyung melted into it.
“Please, hyung?” Jungkook whispered, lips dancing on his.
Taehyung nodded. “You'll tell me if it hurts, right? If it's too much, if you want to stop—if you need to stop?”
“Yes, hyung.” Jungkook replied, smiling sweetly at him.
“Okay then.” Taehyung pulled Jungkook’s legs toward him, making him slump back on the bed, adjusting his head on the pillow. He coated his fingers with the oil and positioned himself on the bed, resting his elbows in the space between Jungkook’s legs. He pushed them up so Jungkook could grab and hold onto them, hugging them to his chest.
Taehyung pulled his butt cheeks apart, admiring him once again from this new angle; Jungkook was so beautiful, inside and out, and he deserved to be told exactly so—Taehyung wanted to be the one to tell him. “So pretty, Guk. Such a pretty hole.”
Jungkook looked away, a small tint on his cheeks.
“Are you shy?” Taehyung asked him, smiling, looking up at him from between his legs.
“A little.” Jungkook responded, voice small. Taehyung blew on his hole to see what would happen, surprised to see it clench around… nothing, really. He circled his finger around the rim, and then slowly poked it in. Jungkook squirmed a little but didn’t stop him, so he pushed in a little further, until his whole finger was surrounded by Jungkook’s walls. “You okay, Guk?”
Jungkook nodded, and after a moment, Taehyung started thrusting it in and out of him, ever so gently so as not to hurt him. When he felt Jungkook start to relax around him, he brought his second finger next to the first. “I’m going to add another one, okay?” He pushed it in, slowly easing it in, and soon enough, Jungkook was rolling his hips, letting Taehyung's fingers graze even deeper inside him.
“Tae, more, please.” Jungkook croaked out. Taehyung obliged and pushed in a third finger, making sure to give Jungkook enough time to adjust. When he did, he started pumping them harder, deeper, until he reached what he was looking for.
“Ah, ah, there, hyung, right there.” Jungkook moaned, eyes fluttering shut and back arching slightly.
“Yeah, does it feel good?” Taehyung asked, although the answer was pretty clear. Still, he wanted to hear Jungkook say it.
“Mmh, yes, your fingers—they’re so good, so long—“ Jungkook choked on a groan as Taehyung hit a particularly sweet spot. He kept hitting it relentlessly, and Jungkook was a babbling mess, tears of pleasure rolling down his face from how hard he was trying to stay at least somewhat composed.
“Hyung, I’m close.” Jungkook said not long after, rocking his hips back on Taehyung’s fingers.
“Yeah, you think you can take one more?” Taehyung asked.
Jungkook lifted his head with what little energy he had left and nodded so fast Taehyung let out a small chuckle. “ Please.”
Taehyung pushed in his pinky, long and slender against Jungkook’s sensitive skin, and he moaned louder than before, shuddering slightly. “Hyung, gonna cum.” Jungkook choked out after an embarrassingly short while.
“Yeah? Go on, cum for hyung. Show me how good I’m making you feel.” Taehyung said, already feeling so hard himself, so worked up just by watching Jungkook fall apart at his touch.
And that was all Jungkook needed before he was cumming all over his stomach, some reaching his chest from the intensity. Taehyung removed his fingers from his hole slowly, watching as it clenched around nothing this time, all stretched out from them. He ran his fingers over Jungkook’s smooth stomach, his soft chest, collecting as much cum as he could on them. He accidently brushed Jungkook’s dick and watched it twitch, despite having just reached his release. Taehyung smiled to himself.
He watched Jungkook, and when he regained enough energy to open his eyes, Taehyung brought his fingers up to his mouth and slowly wrapped his lips around them, making a show of licking them clean, swallowing all the cum he had collected and then releasing the digits from his mouth with a little ‘pop’.
Jungkook’s eyes stayed glued to his fingers the entire time, his pretty lips wrapped all around them, swallowing him.
“Hyung, can you fuck me?” Jungkook asked, and his husky voice went straight to Taehyung’s dick.
His eyes almost bulged out of his head at Jungkook's bluntness, but only for a second. Taehyung grinned down at him. “I thought you’d never ask.” He grabbed the discarded oil and poured some on his dick, spreading it thoroughly, letting out a breath at the little relief he felt from the touch. “Are you sure, Gukie? Are you sure you want to do it with me?”
Jungkook nodded, reaching out his hand to take his. “I like you so much, Tae.”
Taehyung smiled fondly, looking at Jungkook with a gleam in his eyes. “Me too, Gukie. Me too, you have no idea.” He said, and it felt so good to finally let it out, to finally say it out loud.
Since Jungkook was already stretched out, Taehyung just spread the oil on his dick (hoping it was safe, since he literally had oil on his dick ), and aligned himself with Jungkook.
“Ready?” Taehyung asked one more time, and Jungkook nodded. “Remember we can always slow down or stop.”
“Thanks, Tae, I know.” Jungkook smiled at him. Taehyung smiled back and leaned down to kiss him,slowly pushing in, just the tip. Jungkook sucked in a sharp breath, and Taehyung swallowed it, moving his lips to his neck to give him room to breathe but still distract him from the stretch. Even with four fingers, his dick was still significantly bigger, and Jungkook felt every bit of it inside of him. “You okay, Kookie?”
“Yeah, just—give me a minute to get used to the stretch.” Jungkook got out, voice a little strained. Taehyung gave him all the minutes in the world until he nodded and motioned for him to keep going. Slowly and steadily, he continued pushing in until he bottomed out, Jungkook holding on to his forearms for support, digging his nails into his skin.
“Ah, ah, right there, right there, Tae.” Jungkook gritted, starting to moan uncontrollably as Taehyung started thrusting in and out of him, hitting his prostate again and again, and oh, it felt so much nicer, so much better and deeper this time.
Since they were both already so worked up, it didn;t take long for either of them to reach their release. Taehyung kept thrusting, chasing his own pleasure, stroking Jungkook along the way, and soon enough, they were both panting and cumming, Taehyung inside of Jungkook and Jungkook all over their stomachs—again.
Taehyung fell down on top of Jungkook, smearing his cum over both their bodies, but neither of them really cared, too fucked out to move, let alone cleen themselves up. After a moment of catching their breath, Jungkook spoke, right by Taehyung’s ear. “Hyung, that was so good, you felt so good.”
“Yeah?” Taehyung asked, lifting his face up so he could look at Jungkook. “Me too, Gukie.”
“I’m glad my first time was with you.” Jungkook smiled at him, giving his cheek a little, shy peck, jis lips lingering there for just a moment longer. Taehyung turned his head and kissed Jungkook’s temple, slowly pulling out of him. They laid together, side by side on Jungkook’s bed, holding each other until they fell asleep.
Meanwhile downstairs, Jimin was sitting on the couch, pouting. His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyebrows were furrowed. The deeper his pout got, the deeper he sunk into the couch, almost becoming one with the cushions.
“I see your soulmate abandoned you.” Yoongi teased. Jimin looked up at him and then glanced towards the stairs where Taehyung and Jungkook had disappeared just mere moments ago, not even bothering to spare him a second thought.
Jimin huffed, rolling his eyes at Yoongi and looking away. He wasn’t in the mood to be teased right now, especially by Yoongi. He just wanted to wallow about the fact that Taehyung, his best friend, his brother from another mother, his soulmate, had kissed him (his first ever kiss, their first ever kiss), and then ran off with Jungkook as soon as they got home.
Wallowing was good, Jimin thought; he could do wallowing. He would sit here and sulk for a while, then grab a big ice cream tub and take it up to his room. He would put on the most cheesy, romantic movie he could find and then cry his eyes out, pretending it was because of the film and not Taehyung. Definitely not Taehyung and Jungkook probably fucking their brains out in the bedroom next door...
Yoongi sat down next to him on the couch, pulling him out of his wallowing thoughts. “Hey, come on, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.” He said sincerely, placing a hand on his leg and rubbing little circles into it with his thumb.
Jimin leaned into his touch, almost on instinct, relaxing immediately. “It's okay, you're right.” He said quietly, hating how sad and hurt he sounded, glancing back up at the stairs.
Yoongi leaned in closer and stopped right by his ear, his breath fanning over Jimin’s neck; he could hear his heartbeat, feel his pulse. “How about you let hyung take care of you then, mmh? Taehyung-ah won't even know what he’s missing.” Yoongi whispered.
He pulled back to look Jimin in the eye, and when he gave the smallest nod, Yoongi grinned. He leaned in and kissed Jimin, cupping his face, so soft at first, and then hungrily, full of passion. Yoongi pushed his tongue into his mouth, licking the inside of his lower lip, and Jimin parted his lips, letting him in.
Yoongi pushed his face into Jimin’s, smashing their lips harder together. He shifted on the couch next to him, then moved over on top of him and straddled his lap, putting his hands in Jimin’s air and pulling on it. Just as he was about to reach for his shirt, they were interrupted (very rudely, might Yoongi add).
“Hey, aren’t you going to invite us to join the fun?” Namjoon said, raising an eyebrow, the other two remaining members standing close behind him.
“Buzz off, I got here first.” Yoongi murmured against Jimin’s neck, making him shudder.
Namjoon scoffed, and Jin kind of wanted to giggle at how cute he looked. “You guys, we can all share him.” Hoseok suggested, full of gleam.
Yoongi seemed to consider it for a moment, then pulled away to look at Jimin, who let out a little involuntary grunt at the loss of contact. “Would you be okay with that, Jimin?” He asked him, nothing but honesty and seriousness in his voice.
Jimin’s heart swelled. No matter what he had going on with Yoongi, no matter how much they were bickering, his hyung was always looking out for him, always caring for him and making sure he was okay.
Jimin shook his head, just barely. Yoongi's soft smile turned mischievous, and it did something to Jimin's heart, to his body.
“Good. Now, be a good boy for us and strip.” Yoongi said, getting off him and leaving the room. He was back a moments later with a few things in his hand.
Jimin was already naked, his clothes neatly folded over the coffee table. He was awkwardly standing in front of the couch, trying to cover himself up with his hands while the other three stared at him in awe.
“Now get on the couch.” Yoongi said, eyeing him hungrily. Really, it was a wonder he hadn’t already pounced on him. “Hyungs are gonna make you feel so good.” He said in a low voice, stepping closer to him and caressing his cheek. Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut for the briefest of moments.
Yoongi gently pushed Jimin back on the couch, making sure he was comfortable. He kissed him once, then motioned for the other boys to come and take off their clothes. They did so in a matter of seconds, not quite as elegantly as Jimin, everything landing on the floor in messy, uneven piles all around them.
Yoongi kissed him and kissed him, rubbing his sides in little, soothing circles. When the others were ready, he detached his lips from Jimin, smiling and pleased with himself when he saw he wanted more.
Yoongi looked over at Jin and Hoseok and made a little motion with his hand, and they got his message; they would take care of his upper body. Hoseok leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Jimin’s lips, making him forget all about missing Yoongi lips. Hoseok’s kiss was softer than Yoongi’s, gentler, and Jimin immediately put a hand over his as he started caressing his face.
Jin got on the other side of Hoseok, bringing his face down to Jimin’s chest. He circled one of his nipples with his tongue before attaching his lips to it and sucking on it, making little slurping sounds that were driving them all a little crazy. He brought his hand up to Jimin’s other nipple, alternating between pinching it and tweaking it.
Namjoon looked at Yoongi, silently asking for guidance, and Yoongi gave it to him. He looked down towards Jimin’s dick and made a little motion with his head, and Namjoon didn’t have to be told twice before getting down on his knees at the base of the couch, next to Yoongi. He licked his hand and wrapped his fingers around Jimin possessively.
“Ah.” Jimin said, clearly starting to feel satisfied at so much touch, so much contact on his body, and Namjoon started stroking him, slowly working him up and resting a possessive hand on his stomach.
Yoongi took a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him, to look at the members, all spread out prettily in front of him, pleasuring Jimin. He sank down on the floor himself, between Jimin’s legs, pushing them apart. He gaped at his hole for a moment, then circled his finger around it, watching Jimin’s cute little butt wiggle and squirm. He smiled and slowly, so slowly, pushed a finger in.
“Ah.” Jimin made a sound, but it sounded more like pleasure than pain.
“Is this okay, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, and he could see the boy nodding quickly, and then re-attaching his lips to Hoseok’s.
Yoongi pressed a small kiss on his hole, right next to his finger. He licked a bit at it, getting it wet enough, some of his saliva dripping down Jimin’s butt crack, and soon enough, he added a second finger, and then a third when Jimin started moving his hips against them.
Yoongi was constantly looking up at Jimin to see how he was going, watching him as he panted between Hoseok and Jin’s lips, who were now alternating between kissing his lips, his face, and playing with his nipples, teasing him.
Meanwhile, Namjoon was now aggressively sucking on his dick next to him, slurping and drooling all around it, pulling out a few choked moans from Jimin himself.
“Hyung, more.” Jimin said, looking at him, and Yoong grinned. He pulled his fingers out and Jin quickly kissed him when he tried to complain. Yoongi stood up and pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to pull out his hard dick, stroking it a few times and using the precum to get it nice and wet. He aligned himself with Jimin’s hole, circling it a few times with the head of his dick.
Before pushing in, he spoke to Jimin again. “Jimin, are you sure you want this?” Yoongi asked him, nothing but worry and concert in his voice. The others stilled their lips in order to give Jimin a chance to change his mind.
Jimin could practically hear the consent in Yoongi’s voice, and it made him smile. He nodded. “Please, hyung. Hyungs.” He said, looking at all of them.
“Okay, you gotta tell me if it hurts, alright. If any of this becomes too much, you let us know and we’ll stop.” Yoongi told him.
Jimin nodded again. “Please hyung, I want to feel good, want to feel you. I want you, all of you.” He said, looking at the others around him once again. Jin leaned in to place a kiss on his lips, and Hoseok joined them not long after. Namjoon went back to swirling his tongue around his dick like he wanted to suck it dry—which, in all honesty, he probably did.
Yoongi stroked Jimin's inner thigh softly before gripping both his legs for leverage and pushing himself in, first the tip and then the rest. Hoseok and Jin peppered kisses all over his face, distracting him from the pain, and soon enough, Yoongi was all inside him, their pelvises touching.
“How are you feeling, Jimin.” Hoseok asked him when he saw that Yoongi had bottomed out, running his fingers through his hair and pushing it back from his sweaty forehead.
“Good, hyungs make me feel so good, so full.” Jimin choked out, giving him a small smile.
Yoongi slowly started thrusting in and out of him, and then not so slowly. Eventually, Namjoon pulled off Jimin’s dick, stroking it with his hand instead, and got up to pull Yoongi in for a heated kiss. He could taste Jimin on Namjoon's lips—and he loved it. They engaged in a messy makeout session, exchanging saliva and probably much more while simultaneously pleasuring Jimin.
“Hyung, I'm close.” Hoseok said, and Yoongi turned to see that so were the rest of them, himself included. All of them were stroking themselves, and the sight was doing wonders to him.
“Jimin, do you want your hyungs’ cum?” Yoongi grunted, his thrusts getting faster and messier.
“Yes, want hyungs’ cum, please, please, please. Want your cum, want it all over me.” Jimin said, pleading, begging, really. Yoongi smiled and nodded at the others, who immediately positioned themselves over Jimin and started stroking themselves faster.
Eventually, all three of them came on Jimin, one after the other, and then Jimin came on himself, babbling out a chorus of “hyungs!”, painting his tummy white. Yoongi was the last to cum, not long after, inside Jimin. He pulled out after a while, watching his cum flow out of Jimin’s hole and down his legs with a satisfied look on his face.
“What do you say now, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, half expecting Jimin to be to tired and fucked out to even hear him, yet alone answer. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the only answer he got was a snore.
To his surprise, Jimin mumbled a quiet, barely audible, “thank you,” like he already knew he was supposed to say it, and they all collectively cooed at him.
“Hyung, he looks so pretty like this, all ruined by us.” Namjoon told Yoongi, right beside him. “I’d love to see him like this again.” He mumbled, more to himself.
Yoongi chuckled. “Don't worry, I'm sure we can have another session like this in the future, if Jimin feels up for it.” He sneaked a quick glance at the boy and was happy to see him nodding sleepily, his eyes already closed and his head tilted slightly to the side. His lips were parted and he was breathing deeply, but he looked happy.
Yoongi leaned in closer to him and whispered in his ear, stroking his hair. “How are you feeling, Jiminie?” He asked.
“Good.” Jimin murmured, smiling.
“Yeah, did hyungs make you feel good?” Yoongi asked him, brushing back the hair stuck to his sweaty face.
Jimin nodded, relaxing into Yoongi touch.
“Are you in pain, does anything hurt?” Yoongi asked, and Jimin could hear the worry, no matter how quietly he asked, how much he tried to hide it.
“My butt hurts like hell, but in the best way possible.” Jimin giggled, and Yoongi couldn't help but smile at him, at how precious he was.
Yoongi turned to see how the other three were doing, how they were feeling, and found them already fast asleep on the couch, Hoseok tucked safely between Namjoon and Jin. Yoongi smiled at them, chuckling quietly.
He turned his attention back to Jimin before he could completely fall asleep on the couch too; he had had a rough session with them, and he deserved proper care. He tugged on his arm, pulling him up and helping him stand. “Come on, Jimin-ah, let's get you cleaned up and tucked into bed, mmh?”
“Hyung, can I sleep with you tonight, please?” Jimin asked shyly, as if Yoongi hadn’t literally been inside him just a few moments ago.
He smiled and kissed his forehead, picking him up bridal style and securing his arms around his small body. “I wasn't going to let you sleep alone even if you begged me to.”
Jimin smiled and leaned up to kiss Yoongi’s cheek, just because his lips were too far away and he felt to, so tired. He laid his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, and he was already asleep by the time he made his way upstairs and into his bedroom, carefully setting Jimin down on the bed.
Yoongi cleaned up all the drying cum off Jimin’s body, gently massaging it, and then tucked him into his bed, pulling the covers over him. He rounded the bed and got in on the other side, pulling the covers over himself too and turning off the light.
In the dark under the covers, he found Jimin’s hand and held it to his chest, placing a little kiss on his small fingers and stroking it with his thumb. Yoongi felt content, he was happy, and he fell asleep with a bright smile on his face, breathing in Jimin’s scent on the pillow next to his.
Tomorrow, they would have some things to discuss—all of them—but tonight, right now, he would hold Jimin and make him feel safe, even if he was already asleep.
“Good night, Jimin.” Yoongi whispered, leaning forward to kiss his forehead before falling asleep.