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Subby Dom Kook

Pairing: Yoonkook , Namkook , Namgi, Yoonmintaekook. Namgikook

Genre: Smut, Horny boys, Tiny bit of angst but not really.

Warnings: Heavy petting, seduction, choking, name calling, crying, rough blowjobs, throat fucking, edging, orgasm denial, rough housing, jealousy, Yoongi and Jungkook with heavy sexual tension.

Summary: Jungkook gets to experience what's tasty in Soeul. (ft. jealous Jungkook, bratty Jungkook, Dom Jungkook with a slight subby feel, Yoongi being a whole meal, also Namgi for a hot second)

Words: 12k

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There were many times in Jungkook’s life when he felt stuck, but this particular rut seemed to edging him for the past two months. Ever since that dreadful night after preparing for their debut performance of Butter Jungkook hadn't been able to look at Yoongi the same.

In fact, Jungkook would never be the same.

Who would be? All he wanted to do after a long day of work and performing was come home to a nice hot meal and a warm bed instead he had the pleasure of seeing something he really shouldn’t have. In all the years he knew his Hyungs, he never once thought that they were fucking each other.

Okay, maybe he expected that from Hoseok and Jimin but not the God of thick juicy thighs and the Prince of soft delicate legs. Jungkook was perplexed. Namjoon had been his bisexual awakening with his good looks, panty dropping smile and his broad chest. He was the sole reason for Jungkook frequenting the gym, he’d love to go at it with Namjoon. And Yoongi, Jungkook doesn’t know how to feel about the older man. This was new.

In fact Jungkook doesn’t want to feel. It was the fact that he walked in on a very intimate (and rough he might add) blowjob with the only two men capable of making Jungkook spiral into a gay panic.

Namjoon was sat at the edge of his bed, his legs spread apart lazily with Yoongi kneeling between him. They were both dressed in their Butter concept photo looks, Namjoon was wearing that sinful blue shorts that showed every rip and curl of his thigh muscle and Yoongi was styled in that damned crop top with a scarf tied around his waist.

Now Jungkook doesn’t have a photographic memory, but he remembers vividly that the scarf was around hung around Yoongi waist. So you could imagine the shocking revelation he had seeing said famous scarf tied messily around Yoongi’s neck with Namjoon tugging at it ever so often.

And the sounds. They were breathy, desperate and it brewed something carnal inside Jungkook. He was standing, hidden behind the door to Namjoon’s room, watching in awe as Yoongi was tugged upwards by the neck. There was a high pitch needy whine and a long string of drool that hang from Yoongi’s bottoms lips. It made Jungkook think dirty things.

Namjoon was being rough on purpose. He tugged on the scarf once more and rolled the excess onto his hand, closing the distance between him and Yoongi. Jungkook almost cried witnessing Yoongi’s obedience. He had that glossy look in his eyes that told Jungkook everything he needed to know- maybe a little to much.

“Fucking stylists need a raise, isn’t that right Hyung?” Namjoon growled, nipping at the side of Yoongi’s neck.

“Mmmm, Joon-”

Namjoon tugged on the scarf once more and Jungkook’s eyes practically worshipped Yoongi’s body, -the way he moved, the way he arched his back and leaned into Namjoon’s touch. Namjoon was the one getting his dick sucked and yet Yoongi was the once whining and preening like some kind of bitch in heat.

Jungkook wanted to combust on the spot. He was incredibly hard, his cock was crying out for attention but he was too taken with the scene in front of him.

From what Jungkook could see, Namjoon looked like he was tense. He gripped Yoongi’s jaw and whispered something and Jungkook could only imagine what dirty things Namjoon Hyung was saying because whatever it was had Yoongi singing ‘yes’ like a broken record. A beautiful fucked out broken record.

In the heat of the moment the two needy men latched onto each other in a sloppy kiss. Jungkook was devastated. On one hand Jungkook loved the control Namjoon had and on the other he wanted to push Yoongi onto his knees and fuck his throat raw. It sounds like a spiritual experience. Suddenly Jungkook was religious.

“Joonie- Muhmm-” Yoongi whimpered. “-Cock.”

“What about cock Hyung?” Namjoon teased knowingly.

Fucker. Jungkook thinks that Namjoon was being unnecessary. He had Yoongi... Yoongi out of all people begging for his cock and he was acting like it wasn’t a big deal. Jungkook would never hesitate to give Yoongi his cock. Anything for him. All for him.

“Want it.” There was a moment of silence and an unimpressed look from Namjoon, but it seemed to unravel a worthy response from Yoongi. The glare was quickly replaced with a softer one once Yoongi had belted out a plethora of ‘please’, and ‘want it so bad’. The ‘I want to be good for you Joonie’ had Jungkook’s cock weeping.

“Okay baby, go ahead. It’s yours so take it all.”

Jungkook wanted to cry. Why was this the most fucking romantic thing he’d ever heard?

Namjoon guided Yoongi’s head to his cock and relaxed his hold on the scarf around Yoongi’s neck. He laid back on the bed and propped his weight on both elbows, watching admirably as Yoongi’s pretty mouth took him in.

Jungkook gulped. Not once had he sort out Namjoon’s cock, he was only looking at Yoongi and from the looks of it Jungkook will be having multiple gay fantasies about obedient crop top wearing Yoongi and big cock Namjoon. Fuck. Yoongi was really going for it.

There was nothing more satisfying than hearing someone choke on your cock and Jungkook would agree. He liked the wet, slippery feel and the messy sounds it made. He likes feeling powerful and in control. He also liked knowing that he was the one who fucked up your throat the day after. If only he could switch places with Namjoon.

And that fucking scarf. Namjoon didn’t let it go once, occasionally tugging and complicating things for Yoongi. It was like a damn leash. Nevertheless, Yoongi didn’t complain once.

“That’s it. Good boy. See how easy it is to get your mouth stuffed when you’re being good Hyung.” Namjoon moaned, letting his head fall back with a devastatingly attractive smile.

“Fuck you Namjoon. See how easy it is to get your cock sucked when you just lay there and let me-”

Namjoon grabbed Yoongi by the hair and pulled him onto the bed with such strength that Jungkook had never seen. Yoongi was practically his personal ragdoll. They were both panting and so was Jungkook. He could practically feel the slap Yoongi received across the face. Jungkook really wanted it. He wanted it so bad. Fucking Yoongi doing a 360 from a sub to a brat. Jungkook thinks he can come untouched.

“Fucking say it again you little cock warmer.” Namjoon challenged, his hands firmly holding Yoongi in place, right on top of his unclothed cock.

“Fuck you-” Slap!

“Again. Say it again. I can do this all night and make you watch me jerk off, leaving you with nothing. No cock, no mouth, no hands, no fucking toys. You know I will handcuff you to this bed and leave.” Namjoon smirked. “Remember that time in New Zealand?”

What the fuck? Had Namjoon really left Yoongi high and dry handcuffed in New Zealand? Fucking hell. Apparently he did because Yoongi’s pout and desperate cries were making Jungkook fucking distressed and needy.

“I did wrong.” Yoongi cried, words blended into each other. He sounded drunk.

“Aww, is Hyung going to cry? Remember how much you came, so much cum Hyung. You were crying and sobbing because you’re just a pathetic little whore who needs Joonie’s cock. Can’t live without it can you?”

“Seven times.” Yoongi said, shoving his face into Namjoon’s neck.

What the actual fuck is happening? Jungkook really wants to hear the rest of the conversation but a suspiciously loud voice calling out to him had Jungkook running away from Namjoon’s room and locking himself in his own. It was safe to say that he spent the rest of the evening locked away from any wandering eyes and got reacquainted with his right hand.

And when it hit him that he had spied on two of his most respected and lovable Hyungs, Jungkook felt like all his morals and values were shattered. They would hate him so much if they knew he just stood there and watched. His Namjoon Hyung wouldn’t love him and Yoongi Hyung wouldn’t let him get away with anything anymore. Jungkook felt like he objectified his Hyungs in such a way that even forgiveness would be difficult to obtain.

----<3----

There were many things that Jungkook was good at, but lying and being dishonest wasn’t one of them. He really couldn’t lie to save himself. He was lying to himself, to his Hyungs and to his manager. This Namjoon and Yoongi thing had Jungkook in shambles, he was slipping up at work, in the dorms and like an instinct he resorted to hiding himself away. After the incident Jungkook hadn’t touched himself once, feeling deeply shamed and embarrassed every time he thought of it.

It was indeed Jimin Hyung who noticed first, that nosy Hyung was always in his business. Always wanting to know where he was going and who he was with. But he couldn’t share this with anyone, because he can’t risk outing Namjoon and Yoongi or expose the fact that he is a pervert who stood there and watched. He was so into their foreplay that it was embarrassing.

The rest of his Hyungs followed. It was now apparent that he was avoiding two persons in particular. Everyone noticed. Jungkook felt really guilty. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Hey Kook, do you need anything? Jin Hyung and I might stop by the convenience store on our way back home.”

It was Namjoon who broke Jungkook’s awkwardly painful long silence. And Jungkook knew he was just trying to find any excuse to talk to him, they had staff to buy groceries and household stuff. Plus Jungkook wasn’t a stranger to online shopping. He felt guilty, but looking Namjoon in the eye takes strength that Jungkook doesn’t have right now.

“I’m good Hyung, bought some stuff last week.”

No one seemed to point out the drop in Namjoon’s expression or the awkward fidgeting Jungkook was doing. Instead they both left and Jungkook had to sit in their shared living room with Jimin, Taehyung and Yoongi who was sporting a deadly, serious look.

Once again, it was Jimin who noticed Jungkook’s odd behaviour. The smaller man piled onto Jungkook’s lap and snuggled there, prompting Taehyung to follow. They were both fighting for his attention. And this might be a wet dream in an alternate universe but it was like a nightmare. Yoongi was sat on the couch adjacent to them, eyeing the trio suspiciously, especially Jungkook.

“Jungkookie, you know you can tell us anything right?” Jimin purred, basking in the attention he was receiving from Jungkook petting his hair.

“Yea. I know.”

“Okay-”

“So what’s up with you and Namjoon?” It was Yoongi who cut Jimin off.

“What? No. Nothing!” Jungkook couldn't even convince himself that he was telling the truth.

Jimin cackled. And by the pinch he received on his side from Taehyung, he didn’t buy it either. Namjoon didn’t do anything, it was Jungkook. He was the messed up one

“Come on Kook, you’re such a good boy. You would never lie to us would you?” Jimin cooed, lightly touching Jungkook’s chest in a way that had him relaxing.

Jimin is a demon.

“Kookie would never keep any secret from us. He’s the best boy. Tall, handsome, pretty smile and let’s not forget the muscles and the pretty tattoos. He’s such a good boy.” Taehyung added.

“The best boy.” Jimin cooed, nuzzling his neck.

“And he works so hard. There’s nothing he can’t do. All the Hyungs are so whipped for you Kookie. We love you so much. Me, Jiminie, Hobi Hyung, Yoongi Hyung and even Namjoon Hyung. You would tell us if someone hurt you or said something to make you feel uncomfortable, right?”

Jungkook could feel his throat burn, his lips were quivering and he was so pathetic. He had to bite them to stop himself from crying. Fucking Taehyung and his compliments. Jungkook’s heart was dancing with all the love and affection, they really do care for him. All of them. While Jimin and Taehyung was snuggling into him, Yoongi was watching carefully. There was no way he missed the shine in Jungkook’s eyes.

“Mhmm.” It was a pathetic response. He knew.

“You’re so precious Jungkookie, want to keep you forever. Hyung doesn’t want to see you sad, can’t sleep knowing Jungkookie isn’t feeling well.” Jimin said, eyes now locked on Jungkook’s.

“Tell us Kookie, Hyungs wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, even if you’re in the wrong.” Taehyung hummed, running a hand through Jungkook’s hair in such a soft delicate way that he couldn’t help the sobs.

It took Yoongi kneeling at Jungkook’s feet to make him realize that he was indeed crying. Crying in such a ugly way that made him feel so foolish and embarrassed. The tears nor the snot kept Jimin and Taehyung from coaxing the truth out of him. He knew what they were doing, they were both demons who knew how to make Jungkook feel safe and comforted. And fucking Yoongi was kneeling before him with both hands perched on his lap, biting his lip in worry.

“Jungkook, if Namjoon did something to you, tell Hyung right now.” Yoongi was so serious, a huge contrast from a week ago.

“No! No Hyung, Namjoon Hyung didn’t do anything. I-” Those two demons were still rubbing his chest and touching his neck, he couldn’t form proper sentences or see with how badly he was crying. -”me Hyung, it was me. I did it.”

“Shhh. It’s okay baby, don’t cry. Tell Hyungs what you did.” Jimin was now straddling his left thigh with Taehyung following on the right.

Yoongi seemed to be waiting patiently, curious to hear about the severity of the crime he committed against Namjoon. It might be one for the books for the boy to be crying his eyes out to this extent.

“Hyung, I ob-”

At that very moment, when Jungkook was going to confess his sins to Yoongi and tell him everything with Jimin and Taehyung settling on his thighs, Namjoon and Jin walked in. There was a loud slam and a string of curses coming from the doorway and everyone stilled.

“Fucking file was deleted. Two months of recording fucking gone!”

Yoongi didn’t hesitate to climb into Jungkook’s lap, fitting suspiciously perfect between the two boys on his lap and stuffed Jungkook’s face into his chest. Yoongi’s heart was racing but so was Jungkook’s. Jimin and Taehyung were trying their best to hide Jungkook’s little cries.

“What-” Jungkook froze, Namjoon sounded too fucking close for comfort. “What is happening here?” He sounded so angry, Jungkook couldn’t help but cry harder into Yoongi’s chest.

“Jungkook looked cute sitting.” Yoongi said, like it explained why three grown men were currently on top of Jungkook.

“We just love Kookie, can’t get enough of him.”

“Jungkookie is so strong and cuddly, even I can’t resist him.”

It seems like Yoongi and Jin had a telepathic connection because one wide eye stare from Yoongi had Jin whisking away Namjoon into another room. Yoongi pulled back to reveal a watery eye, snotty nose Jungkook. His face was tinted red hot from embarrassment with the fact that Yoongi was on his lap.

“It’s okay kid, just stay quiet. Hyung will deal with this okay.” Yoongi said, leaving Jungkook confused and breathless.

“Wha-”

“It’s okay Kookie, we won’t tell him that you deleted the file. Let’s go to your room okay baby.”

So that’s how he ended up in his room with Jimin and Taehyung cuddling him. He also had to deal with the fact that they all thought he deleted some mysterious file from Namjoon’s work computer and fucking all three of them protected him. Even Yoongi.

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Yoongi knew something was up. Jungkook was too much of a good kid to do anything risky. So when he saw the younger boy crying with such a sad pitiful look he couldn’t help it, he had to get involved. And Taehyung was right, they would all lie for Jungkook if that’s what it came too.

But everyone knew he was sensitive when it came to Namjoon. Jungkook had always had a little crush even if he didn’t admit it. He admired Namjoon so much, so fuck it if Yoongi didn't want to see them fight or bare the possibility of Namjoon yelling at the younger boy. Yoongi would take the blame if that’s what it came to.

That how he found himself a couple days later in front of Namjoon’s room knocking timidly at the door.

“Oh, hey Hyung. Come on in.” He was oddly calm.

‘Hey Joon, I wanted to talk.”

That seemed to spark something in Namjoon, because he stopped twiddling with the computer cords in his hands and sat on his bed, pulling Yoongi with him. Yoongi can’t believe he was about to do this.

“About the file-”

“Oh yeah, that was sorted a few days ago Hyung. Saved it under a default name so I couldn’t find it. Felt dumb to be honest.”

Yoongi paled.

“Oh, I was worried. Um, I came to help?”

Namjoon laughed, his hands reaching out for Yoongi’s to rub small circles.

“Thanks Hyung but it was my mistake, I overacted and probably scared the kids.”

Yoongi was going to kill someone. Jungkook was hiding something that made him cry like that and it wasn’t because he deleted Namjoon’s file. What the fuck was going on?!

“Joon, be honest with me. Did something happen with you and Jungkook?” Yoongi asked, eyes narrowed and judging Namjoon’s every movement.

“What? No Hyung! I’ve been trying to figure out the same thing. Kids been avoiding me. Even in interviews, the dorms...don’t know what I did.”

“Okay, dinner in 20 downstairs. Don’t be late.”

Namjoon hummed.

All seven boys were close but that doesn’t mean that they do everything together. Sometimes their schedules are different and their sleeping patterns so when Yoongi went knocking on everyone’s door saying that dinner was in 20 minutes, it had all of them slightly skeptical and worried. Dinner in 20 minutes was code for we need to talk.

----<3----

Jungkook wanted to die. Yoongi was back to giving him a death glare and seeing all seven of his Hyungs sat around the small circular dining table had Jungkook itching with nervousness. To make things worse he was sat between Jimin and Taehyung, with Yoongi and Namjoon directly opposite him and Seokjin and Hoseok at the far ends of the table.

“Kookie, want Hyung to feed you some noodles?” Taehyung cooed, shoving a spoonful of noodles in Jungkook’s mouth without warning.

“Cute.” Jimin commented.

Yoongi was eyeing the trio once more. He was going to end this insufferable silence once and for all. It was starting to affect the group and it would only be a matter of time before the fans notice.

“So Namjoon told me that he didn’t delete the file, it was a mistake on his part.” Yoongi said causing all eyes to be directed to him.

“Sorry guys, for causing trouble. I just wanted to apologize if I scared anyone. It was my fault.” Namjoon said, clearing his throat.

Yoongi’s gaze was directed to Jungkook, and he dared not look at Jimin and Taehyung because if he did he would crumble. They know. Somehow Jungkook had convinced himself that everyone at this table knew he was a pervert. Fuck.

“Looks like Kookie has some explaining to do.” Taehyung teased.

Seokjin cleared his throat, clearly lost in confusion. To be honest, no one really knew what was going on.

“Jungkook, do you have something to say...to any of us...” Yoongi pressed.

Jungkook wasn’t going to give in this time. Not in front of everyone. Not in front of Yoongi and Namjoon.

“Mmmm, these noodles taste so good Hyung-”

“Jungkook.” It was Jimin. His voice was low and stern and even though Jungkook could overpower him without a second though, he would never. He loved Jimin.

“Hyung.”

And like clockwork, Jungkook was fired up again with the waterworks. He doesn’t like disappointing people and he hates when people are mad at him. Especially if those people are his Hyungs.

Seokjin was cooing, pressing kisses into his hair and Jungkook doesn’t know when or how he ended up on the elder’s lap. He could faintly hear Yoongi grumbling about them babying Jungkook too much. But he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Jungkookie said he did something to Namjoon. But before he actually told us what he did, Namjoon Hyung came home yelling about a deleted file. We thought that because Jungkookie was crying and feeling guilty, that he was the one responsible.”

Jimin and his big mouth.

Namjoon snorted. “So you hid him? Is that why all three of you were cuddled on the couch? Seriously Yoongi Hyung?” Namjoon was in shock, they all lied to him.

“Don’t forget Jin Hyung practically dragging you away so you wouldn’t see the kid cry.” Yoongi huffed, causing Namjoon to stare incredulously at all the men sitting at the table. Perhaps his gaze was a bit expectant when it narrowed in on Hoseok, wanting to know the ways in which this member betrayed him for the youngest.

“Don’t look at me Namjoon-ah, I had nothing to do with this. It was all them, please exclude me from this.” Hoseok throwing them under the bus made Jungkook laugh, even if it was tiny.

“Oh please, you literally stole Kookie for yourself at night. It was unfair.” Taehyung was genuinely upset, because he was right. Jungkook slept in Hoseok’s bed for the entirety of last week. He was basking in all the love showered upon him.

“Yeah Hyung, you can’t do that and rat on us. You also hid him from whatever he was running from. He looks all macho and manly with his big muscles and scary tattoos but he’s still our little baby.”

The room was fired up an electric conversation about who loved Jungkook more and he didn’t do anything to stop them. Hoseok Hyung was petting his hair, now sitting in Taehyung’s seat and Jin Hyung was still holding him like a little kid. His cries were softer and with the calmness of the affection he received, Jungkook was no longer feeling as worthless as he did before.

“Put the kid in my room tonight.” Yoongi said before leaving the room, probably to go work on some unfinished music.

Jungkook knew it was inevitable, Yoongi Hyung was perceptive and from what he gathered the older man shared a special kind of relationship with Namjoon, and Jungkook was adding fuel to the fire that he started. He had made things awkward with Namjoon long enough and ignore the elder to such an extent that Yoongi Hyung felt that it was his responsibility to protect Namjoon from Jungkook. Jungkook wonders if he asked them about the nature of their relationship, what kind of answer it would warrant.

He was headed to the kitchen before stopping by Yoongi’s room, wanting to take some snacks to chew his anxiety away- more like have an excuse to have natural pauses while talking. But what he didn’t expect though, was to see the two men starring in his overly sexual wet dreams huddled close to the fridge whispering about something.

Namjoon’s hands were draped around Yoongi’s shoulder with the older man leaning into him, clearly distressed by the hunched over shoulders.

“Joon, the kid loves you, you know that right?”

“Yeah but he’s not even talking to me. I had to beg for his attention today and I still didn’t get it.”

“He feels guilty for whatever he did. He’s still a kid Namjoon.”

“He’s 24 Hyung, that’s no excuse. And you of all people kept this from me. You hid him like I was gonna beat the shit out of him or something. How do you think that makes me feel?”

“Joon-”

“No Hyung, I’ll be here ready to talk when he is but if it starts affecting our performances, I’ll force it out of him, whether you and the rest of the guys like it or not.”

Jungkook did the only think he could think of at that moment. He ran. He ran straight into Jimin’s room to be met with and intimate sight of him and Taehyung, faces centimeters apart. The sour look on his face told them everything he couldn’t say out loud. Jungkook wasn’t sure why he was crying again, the second time for the evening. But he was.

He’s ruining his relationship with his Hyungs, thinking dirty things all the time and he’s destroying Namjoon and Yoongi’s relationship. He can’t have either of them because they’re probably in a loving relationship, so he’s unintentionally destroying theirs. And now they’re fighting about him.

Poor Yoongi Hyung. He almost took the blame for Jungkook and now Namjoon is mad at him.

“Come here Kookie,” Taehyung beckoned, “Gosh, you’re such a big baby.”

As Jungkook laid on top of Taehyung, he released a pained groaned, feeling the full weight of the younger. He was once again smushed between the devilish duo- not that he was ever going to complain.

“They’re fighting about me.” Jungkook said, in a very small voice. His tattooed arm was gripping Taehyung with such a force that he had to be pinched to loosen his hold.

“Who?”

“Namjoon Hyung and Yoongi Hyung.”

“It’s okay baby, those two are always going at it. Not your fault.” Jimin’s front was pressed to his back, with his face nuzzling his neck. Jungkook was in heaven.

“S’my fault. I made them fight and they’re going to break up because I saw them doing stuff and can’t stop thinking about them.” The relief he felt saying all that out loud was instant. Jungkook even shocked himself with how honest he was being. He was pouring the deepest darkest secret he’s been holding onto for weeks now to the devilish duo that wouldn’t let him live down his cute bunny underwear. He expected them to start the teasing, to mock him until his cheeks burn red. Instead.

“Oh baby, no-” Jimin laughed, throwing his body back as he laughed, taking away the heat from Jungkook’s back. “-you saw them fuck, that’s what this is about.”

“They’re not dating Kookie, don’t worry you’re not ruining anything.” Taehyung cooed, kissing his forehead. The news was somewhat a relief but still confusing. These two didn’t seem to be surprised by this new revelation.

“N-Not fuck, saw them with Yoongi Hyung- and he was, and-”

“Aww, Taehyungie look. He can’t even say it out loud. Yoongi Hyung must’ve done something pretty nasty to make you stutter and blush like that. Tell Hyung what you saw.”

Jungkook knew if he started thinking about it his cock would be the one to respond. He was not about to get hard, especially when he’s sandwiched between these two. But Jimin had this way about him that Jungkook just couldn’t resist. His voice was like magic, and Taehyung’s touch was doing things to him. Making him fall into a relaxed headspace with a tingly feeling swirling around in his head.

He could never resist those two, he’d do anything for them. If they asked him to jump, he would say ‘how high Hyung?’.

“I’m very disappointed Kookie,” Taehyung chastised, running his palm down Jungkook’s chest. Jimin mirrored his action from behind, breathing into his ear in such a soft delicate way. He wasn’t sure if he was being comforted or seduced.

Usually he would sulk with the reality of disappointing his Hyungs, but Taehyung was teasing. “Jiminie and I thought we would be the ones to corrupt you. Unfair if you asked me.” He jerked, feeling a pinch at one of his nipple. It stung, but they were touching him and teasing him, so he just laid back. Eyes closed and enjoying the company.

“Yoongi Hyung always gets to have all the fun. Do you know how good Namjoon is in bed Jungkookie? Bet you wish you could find out.”

“Want it Hyung.”

The demonic duo was laughing at him. Jimin was kissing up the back of his neck with Taehyung toying with his clothed nipple. Jungkook never complained once.

“Fucking unfair. Jiminie thought you were the dominant type, like Joonie Hyung. But I think you like being cared for. What do you want Hyungs to do to you?"

Jungkook didn’t know if he was referring to Namjoon and Yoongi or him and Jimin. But, everyone know Jungkook was an honest, good boy.

“Want Yoongi Hyung to take care of me.” Jimin hummed at his response, nipping at his ear. “And- want Namjoon Hyung to push me around.”

“Jiminieeee, he’s so fucking cute. Kookie, let us take care of you please. Namjoon and Yoongi always gets to fuck the hot ones. Can’t give you up yet. So pretty, and cute. Bet you can wrestle Jiminie into submission.”

“Can’t Hyung.” Jungkook cried. “Feel to guilty. Can’t stop thinking about them.”

Jimin and Taehyung shared a look, knowing that they weren’t getting anywhere far with Jungkook. He was to hung up on his feelings.

“Wish you could let us help you. We won’t let them hurt you, you know that right? Yoongi Hyung loves you and Namjoon Hyung wouldn’t hate you, ever.”

Jungkook sniffed and turned around to embrace Jimin in a tight hug, their bodies pressed firmly against each other. Jimin’s head was stuffed into Jungkook’s chest with one of his legs trapped between the younger’s, and the other leg thrown over Jungkook’s waist. There was no way Jimin couldn’t feel how hard his cock was.

“Jungkookie, are you turned on right now?” Jimin asked, voice muffled.

“Mhmm Hyung. M’sorry. You were touching me and kissing me and making me say dirty things about Hyungs. Can’t help it.”

“Cute.” Taehyung cooed, yanking Jungkook’s head back with a fistful of his hair, exposing the expanse of his sweet untouched neck. “Ride it out on Jiminie’s leg Kookie. He’ll love it.”

Jungkook whined, it was quite pitiful. They were both trying to coax him into riding out an orgasm on Jimin’s leg and cumming in his pants and as tempting as it sounds, as much as he wants to, he just couldn’t.

“Can’t.”

“Why baby? Still feel guilty? Want me to get Namjoon Hyung, or Yoongi Hyung?” Jimin cooed, watching Jungkook’s eye light up in fear. “Cute. You’re scared.”

“You two can’t be serious...” It was Yoongi’s voice that broke whatever spell those two put him under. His heart was about to give out and Jimin could tell with how erratic the sounds were coming from his chest. “C’mere kid, don’t let those two persuade you into doing something you don’t want to.” Yoongi was at the foot of the bed watching Jungkook carefully, one knee propped on the mattress.

“We’re not the dirty ones here Hyung. Jungkookie has some dirty thoughts of his own.” At the mention of dirty thoughts, Jungkook immediately hid his face in Jimin’s neck, roughly tugging him up by the waist in the process. “Hyung, I’m so jealous of you right now.” Jimin teased, eyeing Yoongi.

“Come on kid, you’re mine tonight. Unless you want to spend time with these two trying to actively fuck you.” Yoongi was persistent with an outstretched hand.

“We aren’t actively trying to fuck him Hyung. We just love him. Kookie can get anything he wants, we won’t complain. Pick a side cutie. Who do you want to sleep with tonight.” Taehyung was playing a dangerous game. He was testing Yoongi’s patience and Jungkook’s will all at the same time. He knew he was fighting a loosing battle, but seeing the way Jungkook blushed and squirmed did things to him that he just couldn’t explain with words.

“Want Yoongi Hyung.”

His voice was muffled but it seemed they could all understand clearly that he chose Yoongi, over them. Apart from the list of troubles and problems Jungkook has to overcome, getting up and walking towards Yoongi with a hard cock was something that he didn’t think he could ever be fearful of. In fact it was what most of his recent fantasies entailed.

“Go on baby, Hyung will take care of you.” Jimin giggled, with a dangerous eye smile that Jungkook had never seen before. It felt like Jimin was being mean, but Jungkook tends to overthink.

Taehyung’s hand between his thigh made him think that they were in fact not happy with his choice. Especially with the tight squeeze dangerously close to his aching cock.

“What did you two do to the kid, he looks spent.” Yoongi laughed, eyeing the way Jungkook’s body was lax in their hold.

“Kookie’s just a subby baby, if we give him to you Hyung, make sure you take care of him. It’s really unfair that you get Kookie and Joonie Hyung.”

Yoongi scoffed rolling his eyes. “Sounds like a you problem. Joonie has no problem fucking you if that’s the issue. He love it if you brought Jimin along but all you two ever do is taunt this poor kid. It’s a wonder he hasn’t given in.”

Jungkook’s mouth watered thinking about how easily Yoongi Hyung was discussing Namjoon Hyung with the others. It seemed like they all knew what was going on. Except for him.

“Jungkookie wants someone else. Not us.” Jimin teased, pinching his nipple, the one Taehyung neglected. “It’s a shame, he would look so pretty with me and Taehyungie servicing him. Bet he’d look good in a police officer costume. Ugh!” Jimin groaned.

“You mean the way he looked in the Butter concept photos, with the pink handcuffs?” Yoongi added.

Jungkook’s cock wasn’t getting soft anytime soon. He just laid there, with his long locks fanning out on the pillow and a throbbing pain in cock like he’d never felt. He heard the door click shut and shuffling sounds coming from around him, but he dared not open his eyes -scared of what he might see. Instead, he shielded his vision with the long stretch of his arm.

“Humor me. Who? Who caught the kid’s attention. I was sure it was going to be you.” Yoongi said, settling on his knees at Jungkook’s feet. He was so sure the older man could see the bulging in his pyjamma shorts, but he made no comment.

“Guess Hyung.”

“Jin Hyung. That sadist is going to have a field day with him.” Yoongi groaned.

Jimin made a loud noise indicating that he was wrong. Taehyung tuned Jungkook on his back and returned to his abused nipple- causing Jungkook to lightly smack his hand away in embarrassment.

“Hobi?”

“Try again Hyung?” Jungkook didn’t need to open his eyes to see the sinister smile on Jimin’s face, he could hear it.

“Fuck, is it Joonie?” Jungkook’s heart dropped with how whiny Yoongi was. Despite everything the two demons said earlier, Jungkook was sure his two Hyungs had some version of a relationship and he wasn’t going to ruin it. “Well I’ll be damned. Joonie is going to love himself when he hears Jungkook has wet dreams about him.”

One particular pinch from Taehyung had him writhing and whimpering. Fuck, he couldn’t even process what Yoongi said, much less for what was about to happen.

“And one more person Hyung. Jungkookie is a greedy boy.” Taehyung teased, pressing his lips to Jungkook’s neck. The action caused him to reach out to who ever was near him, that person being Taehyung to his left and Jimin to his right. His left arm was curled around Taehyung head, pulling him closer into his neck and the other was gripping Jimin’s thigh.

“Who?” It was Yoongi’s turn to gulp.

“Who else is there Hyung.” Jimin mocked.

“Want you Hyung, and Namjoon Hyung.” Jungkook cried, back arching once Taehyung’s petting neared closer to the burning sensation that was building up in his stomach.

“Hmmmm. Looks like you want a lot more than me and Joonie.”

Jungkook opened his eyes, marveling as Yoongi crawled and settled on the thickness of his thigh. Min Yoongi was straddling him. Jungkook’s brain short circuited.

“Feels good.” It felt good to admit it.

“I really want to talk to you about you and Joonie but you’re making things really hard kid.” Yoongi huffed, slapping Taehyung’s hand away as he reached for the waistband of Jungkook’s shorts. “Can’t believe you let these two push you around. You just let them dominate you like that?” Yoongi joined the two demons in their heavy petting, rubbing up and down the smooth skin of Jungkook’s thigh. In haste, Yoongi pushed the material to let it bunch up around his crotch, exposing Jungkook’s pretty legs.

He wasn’t exactly sure how it happened, but his shirt was lifted high enough to expose everything and both of his hands were caged above his head by Jimin.

“Hyung, I feel- mmhhg-” He was sure the mouth on his nipple was Taehyung but the deep voice whispering dirty things into his ear told him otherwise.

Fuck!

It was Yoongi lapping at his exposed nipple, fucking looking up at him in such a filthy way that Jungkook couldn’t stop his hips from grinding and bucking into the older man. Desperate and needy for any physical relief. They were touching him everywhere- everywhere except his cock.

“Yoongi Hyung has a magic tongue. Ask him about it baby.” Jimin’s hold on his hands were replaced by some version of restraint and his hands retuned to soothe Jungkook’s scalp. Fucking hell. He was tied up with Yoongi on top of him, Jimin touching his weak spot and fucking Taehyung kissing and pinching him whenever he felt like it. He hands were itching to touch one of them, anyone would do. But the fierce look from Jimin told him otherwise.

“Ask me about it kid.” Yoongi ordered

Oh, Jungkook knew all about Yoongi’s tongue. He witnessed it for himself. “Hyung, m’sorry.” Fucking guilty conscience.

Yoongi raised a questioning brow, but luckily Jimin came to his rescue. “Jungkookie told us what he did. Turns out it involved you and Namjoon Hyung. Tell him what you did baby, Hyung won’t get mad.”

Yoongi hummed, his mouth was removed from his nipple and he reverted to the seating position on Jungkook’s thigh. Though, the petting remained. He wondered if Yoongi Hyung would scold and berate him or let him get away with it.

His Hyung didn’t have a problem when it was Jungkook who ate his hidden food. He also let Jungkook off with a warning when he broke his earphones. And he also let Jungkook off when he kept stealing underwear and rings from his room. Fuck it. He would just have to take responsibility for invading their privacy.

“A couple week ago, I saw when you and Namjoon Hyung were uhm-” Jungkook was caving under their gaze, not sure if they were teasing, scrutinizing or calming him. But Yoongi’s little hum was a positive sign to keep going. “-saw you sucking Hyung’s cock on your knees and he had your neck tied up with a scarf. Couldn’t stop thinking about you Hyung. Wanted you both. Felt guilty because I stayed and I wanted to touch myself. Felt wrong but Hyung- I was... Can’t stop thinking about you. I kept objectifying you-”

“Jungkook-”

“No Hyung I’m sorry. Kept thinking about pushing you on your knees and fucking your throat. Can’t stop thinking about it. Too guilty to touch myself thinking about you, but I did it the night I saw you. And if Namjoon Hyung knew I wanted you he would get mad. Don’t want you to break up with him Hyung.”

“Hey, kid stop crying. Hyung’s not mad at you okay. And Namjoon would never get mad at you. And he doesn’t own me, I can kiss and fuck whomever I want. Shhhhh.” Yoongi pulled him to his chest, feeling a sudden urge to protect the younger. Jungkook had that effect on all of them. “It’s Hyung’s fault, we never lock the door and usually if someone saw they would join in. Don’t feel guilty okay, we all have thoughts like that.”

“Damn Hyung, you really get to do the good stuff.” Taehyung grumbled, at the same time Jungkook voiced his question about them ‘joining in’.

“Everyone fuck everyone in this house Kookie, thought you knew.”

“What!? I didn’t know!”

“Don’t you have something going on with these two?” Yoongi asked, only to see Jungkook desperately shaking his head in denial.

“Jungkookie’s a cock tease Hyung. We still can’t get him to sleep with us.”

“So all this teenage angst because you saw me sucking off Namjoon and felt guilty about being turned on?” Yoongi hit the nail on the head. “Sounds to me like to need an attitude adjustment, you were rude to Namjoon on so many occasions, did you know that? And not to mention you ignored both of us and lied. You let us believe that you were the one responsible for Namjoon’s file and you selfishly basked in whatever affection your Hyungs gave you- especially these two. You really hurt Namjoon kid, and he’s torn up about it because he thinks you hate him. At least you’re honest enough to admit it now.”

Jungkook’s head was hung low, tears no longer flowing. “I know I’m wrong Hyung. I-”

“And you’re still hard? Kid, you’ve got some nerve.” Yoongi was teasing.

It seemed like everyone was on the same page except Jungkook. Seconds ago he was being disciplined and now Yoongi was teasing his cock with feathery touches. Jungkook was pathetic, he was moaning and whining with barely any stimulation. “Apologise to Namjoon and Hyung will let you have at it with his mouth.” Yoongi said. Fuck.

“Yoongi Hyung, he looks like he’s going to cum any minute. Wanted to torture him some more.” Jimin protested.

"It’s not torture if he like’s it Minie. Kookie like to be cared for and degraded all at the same time. He wants to be stepped on and them coddled.”

“Hmm, want Hyung to step on you kid?”

It was embarrassing how quickly Jungkook said yes. His voice was high pitched, long and drawn out. Fucking desperate. And Yoongi had the audacity to laugh at him. He shouldn’t be so turned on about this but fuck, everything about this was so hot.

It came without notice, Yoongi leaned back onto his hands to settle on the bed and sank his feet into Jungkook crotch. Jimin was behind him in seconds, calling him a good boy and helping him hold his body in a seating position. Jungkook was close to crying when he felt Yoongi’s foot twist and turn with added pressure. If anyone saw Jungkook they would think he went through days of torture.

His torso was expose, he was leaning back onto Jimin’s chest with his head hanging lazily. His long waving locks were sticking to his face and his neck was now scattered with tiny love bite. He didn’t even have the strength to grab onto anyone. His cock was finally getting attention after a three week dry spell and from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

“Prettiest boy in the World if you ask me.” Jimin cooed, pulling Jungkook’s hair so that he could open his eyes and see what he was missing.

“Thought I was the prettiest boy.” Taehyung grumbled knocking into Jungkook as his lips surged towards Jimin. The three of them crashed on the bed with Taehyung latching onto Jimin as he rough housed his way into a messy kiss.

The best part about it was that Jungkook had a front row seat to watch the two men above him kiss with such vigor all it took was a one hard nudge against his cock and he was cumming in his pants with a loud groan. It startled the pair above him and they looked down at him with such a soft teasing look.

“Yoongi Hyung made you cum in your pants. How humiliating.” Jimin laughed.

“But he looks so pretty, just want to eat him up.” Taehyung added.

“Weren’t you the one jealous about Jimin calling him pretty. You two are confusing.”

“He called him the prettiest boy Hyung, I am the prettiest boy. Kookie is the goodest boy. Don’t ever mix them up.”

Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Sounds about right. You’re all very pretty. Now help me carry him into my room. I don’t trust you two. Whatever spell you have on him has the kid fucked up. Just look at him.”

They were all looking, who could resist such a sight.

----<3----

Jungkook got his lights knocked out, broken and grinded in into fine dust. The kid was a heavy sleeper and the warmth surrounding him only welcomed the urge to rest.

He was tucked into Yoongi’s bed, snuggled up into Namjoon’s chest, looking oddly small compared to the older male. Yoongi was busy writing down some last minute lyrical inspiration while Namjoon tapped on his phone. The two had briefly discussed what went on earlier and why Jungkook was acting the way he was. But ultimately Yoongi decided to leave out the most important part for Jungkook to confess.

It was difficult trying to resist petting the kid’s head. Despite his piercings, tattoos , muscles and occasional brooding, Namjoon knew that deep down he was still a child at heart. Very innocent in specific ways. Now, don’t get it mixed up, of course he knew that Jungkook was active sexually. He’d often see the younger come home with girls from the club, or fans they knew they could trust, but there was a certain type of innocence that came with knowing someone for too long.

He knew the ins and outs of Jungkook’s behaviour. Practically saw the kid grow up into what he is now, a young adult with slight emotional constipation. Not that he was ever going to complain.

The kid had different relationships with all of them. With Namjoon, he knew right away that Jungkook harboured a small crush, always admiring and looking up to him with big doe eyes. But Namjoon always thought that it was more like a mentor type of crush, nothing more than an emotional bond.

With Jin, Jungkook was practically a kid and an adult simultaneously. They were always goofing off and teasing each other. On the other hand, Yoongi made Jungkook feel like a kid. There was no doubt that he would do anything for the kid, and he always had a difficult time scolding him. His excuse being, ‘Jungkook’s still a kid, he still has room to grow’, and Namjoon thinks that Jungkook could be 50 years and Yoongi would still let him get away with murder.

Meanwhile, Hoseok was more like a coddling mother who was strict at times. Where the older boys fell short with Jungkook, he usually filled in perfectly. He was known for sleeping and cuddling the younger, often giving him kisses but Jungkook dared not make a mistake around him. Jung Hoseok could wipe the smile off of anyone’s face, just as easy as putting one on. Jungkook would never cross him.

Jimin was similar in a way. He was more physical and touchy but he was quick to discipline. But somehow, he would always cave, especially when the younger cried. The same cannot be said for Hoseok. Taehyung on the other hand, much like Jin was one of the few people who let him be a kid. Often together, but not very good in terms mischief.

Namjoon felt his heart swell thinking about Jungkook. And much like everyone else, he caved and opted for petting his hair. He had seen Jimin and Taehyung do it enough times to know that that it calmed him, and made him feel safe. Safe to the point he was spilling his guts and every dark secret he ever kept.

Namjoon smiled.

“Smiling Namjoon-ah?” Yoongi teased, looking up from his journal. A sliver of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Can’t believe the kid let you and those two heathens bully him like that.”

“Can’t believe I actually stepped on him, and liked it.”

“Hyung, you know you can be pretty dominant when you want, you just choose not to be. Hoseokie can back me up on this one, he’s terrified of you.” Namjoon was snickering softly, his chest bouncing with laughter.

“Well ‘Hoseokie’ can tell me that himself, he’s always making me sound like a cold monster. I never did anything he didn’t like.”

“Hyung? Yoongi Hyung?” Jungkook stirred.

His sleepy eyes blinked open, slowly adjusting to the light in the room. He dug his head deeper into Namjoon’s chest unknowingly and stretched out his limbs, eager to hear that satisfying after-nap crack.

“Hey kid, Namjoon is pretty comfy huh.” Yoongi said, moving to the bed and sitting next to Namjoon. “I think we should talk now.”

Jungkook nodded and sat up, looking directly at Namjoon with sleepy eyes and swollen lips. His cheeks were puffed out from sleeping so well. “M’sorry Joon Hyung.” Jungkook looked at Yoongi, looking for confirmation that he did the right thing.

“Well, that was certainly an apology.” Namjoon laughed. His dimples made an appearance as he was clearly amused. And not that he knew, but Namjoon’s smile had a certain effect on Jungkook, one that sent him straight into a gay panic. He definitely liked girls, but he would pick Namjoon over any girl any time, any day of the week. He just wants to hold his face and sink his thumbs into them.

“Sounded sincere to me.” Yoongi received a smack on his good shoulder only to glare at Namjoon in return. Jungkook found the dynamic amusing.

“Go on kid, tell him why you were being such a little jerk.”

Yoongi laid against the headboard, ready to watch this whole thing play out. He was quite interested to see how Jungkook approaches this. Everyone knew he loved Namjoon, even Namjoon knows it.

“Namjoon Hyung. I saw something I shouldn’t have and I felt guilty.” Yoongi nodded at Jungkook to keep going. “And I shouldn’t have spied at you and Yoongi Hyung but I did and I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

At this Namjoon’s eyes widen in confusion. “What did you see Kook?” Based on the look of realization and the confident tone, Jungkook knew he already had it figured out.

“I saw what you and Hyung did after the Butter beach concept photos.”

Namjoon let out a little noise to acknowledge Jungkook’s confession. But there was no look of anger or hatred or disappointment. Instead Namjoon was giving him that jaw biting passive gaze. The same gaze he uses when trying to arrange sounds for their demo. Jungkook thinks he would prefer it if Namjoon was angry.

“Hmm, and you avoided me because...you felt guilty?”

Jungkook was quick to kneel, too scared of being reprimanded. “Hyung! I-”

“Relax kid, and talk slowly. It’s just us.” And here’s the thing Yoongi didn’t understand. It’s precisely the fact that it was just them that had Jungkook creaming his pants internally.

“When I saw what Hyung did to you and how you were treating him. I wanted to do it too. And I thought you were in a relationship and I didn’t want to ruin it for you guys.” Jungkook’s gaze was casted downwards, had he looked at Namjoon he would’ve seen the clear mirth in his eyes.

“So you wanted Yoongi Hyung to do the same to you. So let me get this straight, you wanted Yoongi Hyung, but thought I was his boyfriend.”

“You too.”

Namjoon quirked a brow, not sure if he was following what Jungkook meant by ‘you too’.

“Wanted you too Hyung.”

Yoongi was shaking his bangs over his eyes, very fond of the dumbstruck look on both of their faces. Idiots.

“You want me? Kook, that was no reason to avoid me. You could have said something. You do know about our arrangement in the dorms, right?”

Yoongi was quick to clear the air, swiftly explaining that Jimin and Taehyung had never informed him once he was of age.

“Those two sly heathens. I swear to god I’m going to torture both of them so that they’ll remember it for years to come. They said they would be in charge of telling Kook.”

Jungkook gulped, suddenly remembering Namjoon threatening Yoongi about ‘that time in New Zealand’. And how he made Yoongi cum seven times.

“They confessed to wanting him all for themselves. I just thought the kid was straight or just into Jimin and Taehyung for a while.”

“Wait, what arrangement Hyung?”

“Well, because of the nature of our job and the tight schedule. A long time ago, Jin Hyung and Yoongi Hyung made a proposal that we help each other out in terms of our sexual needs. And this offer was made to everyone, you know, once they were of age. Usually the last person to be accepted into our agreement was in charge of telling the other person. But it seems like Taehyung had other plans.”

Jungkook huffed, clearly unamused. This whole time, he could’ve had Namjoon or Yoongi or Jin Hyung. Unbelievable.

“Hyung, this whole time you’ve been fucking each other and left me out.” Jungkook was clearly hurt.

“No Kook- Well yes, but not intentionally. We just assumed because you never reciprocated, that you were never interested.”

“Bullshit Hyung! No one tried to do anything with me except Jiminie and Tae. They were just touchy and-”

“Kid, Namjoon asking you if you wanted anything from the convenience store was code to fuck in the studio. Sorry those two idiots didn’t fill you in on it. I’m just glad we know the truth now.”

Jungkook remembers vaguely all the times he’s been asked that. Mostly by Jin Hyung and Hoseok Hyung. The revelation had him burning bright red. In fact, every time the members went to the ‘convenience store’ they always felt the need to include him. Especially during their Blood Sweat and Tears album era. Jungkook felt like he was going crazy with all the missed opportunities.

He couldn’t believe it. He lived seven years without experiencing any of them. Well, today was the exception. But he wasn’t sure 18 year old Jungkook could be able to handle the face that Kim Namjoon wanted him. It would’ve been nice to know.

“Breathe Kook, we’ll deal with those two later. Taehyung has a streak of being jealous and possessive. And Jimin falls into his trap all the time. We’re sorry on their behalf.”

Jungkook stuffed his face in Namjoon’s broad chest, almost knocking the wind out of him. Seemingly, everyone knew how to handle Jungkook. The heavy petting began, except Namjoon was keen on words of comfort instead of being sly and dirty like Taehyung. Jiminie was still comforting in Jungkook’s opinion.

“Cute. Hobi was really disappointed when you you always rejected him. He’d be happy to know you’re into this, that is if you want to be.” Yoongi joined Jungkook on Namjoon’s chest, nuzzling the side of the younger’s face as he spoke.

“Want to be part of it Hyung. Just want both of you for now. I won’t ever forgive Taehyung and Jiminie for casting me aside.” He pouted.

“Well, since we’re free now, tell us what you want to do and we’ll deliver. Both me and Yoongi Hyung.”

Namjoon looked down at him expectantly. His bottom lip was trapped between a bite and Jungkook had to fight every urge he had in his body not to reach up and kiss him.

“I liked how Yoongi Hyung looked sucking your cock Hyung.”

Namjoon almost choked.

“Want you to tell us what to do and want Yoongi Hyung to take care of me. But Hyung! Want to fuck Yoongi Hyung too. And want Namjoon Hyung to fuck me.”

Namjoon cleared his throat, clearly not expecting Jungkook to be so vocal. It was Yoongi who decided to speak up, in attempt to fill him in on some of the rules.

“Bun, here’s the thing. Sure, if you want Hyung can suck you off and Namjoon can push us around but there are some rules about this. I don’t let anyone have anal sex with me, mostly to avoid complicating things on set. But Joonie won’t have a problem fucking you.”

“But you’re so pretty Hyung. I can be gentle.”

“No Kook, Yoongi Hyung has his limits, you should respect it.”

Yoongi cleared his throat while Namjoon began explaining the limits and boundaries of this type of relationship. Apparently, Yoongi Hyung bruises too easily and he gets sore quickly. He doesn’t like the feeling of being fucked but he definitely doesn’t mind sucking cock.

Jungkook was slightly disappointed, knowing that his dreams of pounding into Yoongi was long gone, but at least Yoongi Hyung was willing to give him his mouth. Jungkook thinks he spaced out during Namjoon’s lecture, purely because he was marveling at his beauty.

“Consent and knowing when to stop is important Kook. Remember this, or we won’t let you have this type of relationship with us. We need to look out and care for each other.”

“But, if you want Bun, you can finger me.” Yoongi admitted. It had Namjoon raising a questioning brow but he didn’t comment on it.

“C’mere Bun, show me how you kiss.”

Yoongi didn’t have to ask twice. Jungkook was eager to please. He was someone unaware of his strength, clearly by the way he was snatching Yoongi over Namjoon, all the way onto his lap. Kissing Yoongi was like sleeping in on a rainy day. It felt so natural, so comforting, so pleasing. Jungkook wanted to feel more of it. Kissing Yoongi was now his favourite thing to do.

Jungkook had no idea Yoongi’s tongue could be so soft. He had no idea how much he loved the feeling of their tongues rubbing against each other, but he knew his cock loved the new experience.

The younger was passionate and filled with a thirst to please. His touch was ravishing every inch of Yoongi, grabbing and squeezing him like it was his last time touching someone. All that pent up frustrations led to him overpowering the kiss and sinking his teeth into Yoongi’s lips, tugging and growling as Yoongi tried to pry him off. But Jungkook was relentless, and Namjoon watched how desperate they were to each other’s pleasure.

Now broken from the kiss, Jungkook latched onto Yoongi’s neck, nipping and biting. Albeit a bit harshly. It took Namjoon wrestling Jungkook away to get him to stop, not Yoongi minded. It would just be troublesome to explain it to their stylists the next morning.

“Easy Kook, why don’t you let Yoongi Hyung take the lead. Let him show you how good he can make you feel.”

Jungkook nodded, amazed at how easily Namjoon pressed him into the bed. Despite all the muscles he had, Namjoon was a tad bit stronger than him. But his thoughts about Namjoon was washed away quickly as soon as Yoongi began petting his hand down Jungkook’s body. Namjoon was coaxing them both with how well they were doing. Jungkook thinks if Namjoon called him a ‘Good Boy’ he would cum on the spot.

Yoongi pressed his palm gently on the hard swell of Jungkook’s bulge. It took everything in him not to whine like a bitch. He thinks that Yoongi Hyung licking at his clothed cock is the single most erotic thing he’s ever seen.

“Don’t tease the kid Hyung. He seems like the type to cry.”

At the sound of his voice, Jungkook groaned, wanting desperately to deny it. It didn’t help that his cock twitched at any and everything these two were doing to him.

“Come on Hyung, give the kid a show. He wants you to take care of him.” Namjoon was lazed back on the headboard, cock hard in his shorts and legs spread dangerously apart. So much for Jungkook not cumming in his pants. He wore this sinister smile, one Jungkook had yet to learn the meaning of.

“Of course Joonie. I’d love to give him a show. Don’t know if he can take it thought.” Yoongi was a tease. He had yet to expose Jungkook’s cock, yet he felt like he could cum any second now. He’s not sure what it was about the way Yoongi carelessly palmed him, but Jungkook felt like he was just another one of the boys being swallowed into Yoongi’s charm. He did it so nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal. It shouldn’t be so hot but Jungkook liked the fact that he had to work to get his attention.

“I can take it Hyung. Show me.”

Yoongi knelt in front of Jungkook with his face centimeters away from cock and his ass perched high up in the air. He tugged at his waistband and revealed how hard and needy Jungkook was. The tip of his shaft was glistening with precum and with Yoongi softly blowing air onto him, Jungkook felt humiliated with how easily he responded.

Yoongi grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing lightly. He guided the head to his lips and lightly tapped it, teasing Jungkook with the slightest glimpse of his tongue. The older man held his gaze, never breaking eye contact once as he swirled his tongue around the head, collecting every single drop of precum Jungkook produced.

“Mmm, tastes like a needy whiny bitch.” Yoongi purred. Before Jungkook could retaliate with something just as smart, Yoongi spat and smeared it around the slit of his cock with his index finger. Jungkook was a goner, if Yoongi said he was a needy whiny bitch, Jungkook wouldn’t disagree and be just that.

“God Hyung, you’re teasing me.”

“Feels goods? Tell me bun.”

“So good Hyung, want you so bad.”

Yoongi hummed in reply, paying close attention to his frenulum with tiny soft licks. He was a tease, Yoongi wanted to draw out his orgasm. Ever since he saw how submissive and eager Jungkook had been for them earlier, he couldn’t help but give into his sadistic urges. He wanted to have him begging and crying under him.

“Kiss him Joonie, he gets needy if you don’t touch him.”

And Namjoon did just that. He was now raised to a sitting position, with Namjoon pressed to his back and his cock digging into Jungkook’s lower spine. Yoongi had settled on his chest, laying his head lazily on Jungkook’s thigh. His index was tapping harshly at his slit, making him jump and clench every time he felt a jolt of electricity run through him.

His balls felt heavy in Yoongi’s palm, and the sudden burst of warmth he felt engulfing his length was everything Jungkook had hoped it would be. Yoongi was sucking and using his tongue in ways Jungkook had never experienced. It was mind blowing how he managed to taste every inch of Jungkook, all while sucking him into a state of euphoria. He was so blissed out, that he hadn’t felt the finger slipping into his ass, nor did he realize that he was chest was heaving with sounds that were deep and guttural.

Namjoon was busy admiring the way Jungkook leaned into him for support. He wanted to kiss him so badly. Namjoon grabbed his jaw and turned his face to the side, giving him enough access to shove his tongue down Jungkook’s throat.

Kissing Namjoon was different. With Yoongi, it seemed to playful, so effortless. But Namjoon, this man was basically telling Jungkook to take what he gave him and that was that. He was dominating the younger male and quite frankly, Jungkook didn’t care. Yoongi was sucking his cock and Namjoon was giving him the lip service of his dreams.

“H-Hyung! Ugh mmgh-” Jungkook cried, scrunching his face at the new feeling. Whatever Yoongi’s finger was doing inside him had Jungkook squirming and reaching out to grab Namjoon’s hair for support.

‘Who would’ve though. Bun is so sensitive. Look at you, you’re so fucking hot with the tattoos and the pretty voice. Hyung wants to make to feel good.”

“Mmmgh.”

Yoongi was now two fingers deep into Jungkook. His asshole was slick with a mixture of spit and precum, all thanks to Yoongi. Jungkook had naturally spread out his legs, as wide as he possibly could, giving Yoongi access to everything. Anything. Everything. It was all for him.

With a simple curl of the two fingers inside him, Jungkook was reduced to a state of ecstasy. His head was leaned into Namjoon’s neck and his mouth was hung open with drool slipping past his lips. Jungkook wondered if this was what heaven felt like.

Namjoon, upon seeing how well Jungkook was handling Yoongi and his antics decided that it was now his turn to toy with him. The younger boy’s mouth was so pretty. Namjoon couldn’t help himself when he swiped away the drool and dipped his thumb into his own mouth, just to have a taste. He wanted every part of Jungkook. To taste, to touch, to feel.

“Hey Kook, you’re doing so well baby. So pretty.” Namjoon cooed. He appreciated the way Jungkook’s eyes were glazed over and glossy with want. Namjoon knew that he was one compliment away from breaking him. Jungkook liked being good. He wanted to break him, but not yet.

“Hyung wants to try something.” Namjoon caressed Jungkook’s face, using his thumb to open the younger’s mouth. “Say ahhh baby. Hyung wants to give you something.”

Jungkook blushed with excitement, his eyes large and happy. Whatever wave Namjoon was riding, it seemed like Jungkook boarded the same one. The younger boy opened his mouth, wide and pliant. Namjoon let the spit he gathered drip slowly from his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth. But being the incredibly impatient person Jungkook was, he drank in every drop and reached up to catch Namjoon in a very wet kiss.

“Thank you Namjoon Hyung.” Jungkook moaned, still drunk on Namjoon’s kiss.

“Fuck.” Yoongi muttered.

Yoongi was painfully aware of the ache in his pants but he had to care for Jungkook first. He was going to make the younger beg him. All it took was some attention to his prostate and one last hard suck and Jungkook was screaming into Namjoon’s mouth. If anyone saw them, they would think that Jungkook was the one sucking cock- especially with the way his lips and necks was covered in spit.

“Hyung!” Jungkook felt like he was going to cry. Yoongi was squeezing his cock hard and he wasn’t sure if it was helping him reach his orgasm or taking it away. “Hurts- Ahhhhh. Hyung it hurts. Fuck!-”

Yoongi removed his mouth and released his tight grip on the base of his cock, reaching out to connect his own lips with Jungkook’s. He could taste his own saltiness on Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi’s hand was swirling around the head of his cock with suck vigor, adding and taking away pressure whenever he felt like it. Jungkook was drowning in him.

“Cum for me bun. Be a good boy.” Yoongi cooed.

Every time Jungkook was getting close to cumming, his voice would get louder and he’d buck into Yoongi’s hand. And every time he did so, Yoongi would always change his strokes to light swirls around the head of his cock or jerk away his hand completely. The only things he didn’t do was stop kissing Jungkook.

Jungkook was felt like he was going to die. He felt so sensitive around his cock. He couldn’t cum no matter how amazing Yoongi was. He wanted to cum. He really wanted to cum. He wanted to be a good boy for Yoongi Hyung.

“Cum for me pretty baby. Give Hyung your cum. Want to taste you.” Yoongi teased jerking away his hands once more.

Jungkook didn’t cum. He was breathing heavily and with the sudden realization that Yoongi was just edging him and toying with him made Jungkook mad. Yoongi wanted him to be a good boy and cum but he wasn’t touching him properly.

“Hyung. Namjoon Hyung he’s being mean. Want to cum. Please make me cum.” Jungkook cried, trying to wrestle his hands out of Namjoon’s grip.

“Aww, look Yoongi Hyung. You made him cry. How cute.”

Namjoon teased him, toying with his nipple, the same one abused by Taehyung earlier in the day. And fuck. Jungkook didn’t expect it. No one did. He didn’t think having his nipples twisted would send him into an orbit that had him experiencing his first untouched orgasm. The sensitivity of his cock and the delicious ache from twisting his nipple had Jungkook fighting Namjoon to release him from his hold. He was bucking his body upwards and towards Yoongi with a loudest fucking wrecked voice they’d ever heard.

Jungkook was bucking his hips into the air and cumming all over their bed sheets. He felt the comfort of Yoongi’s hands tugging and jerking every last drop of his cum. Yoongi cursed as he felt Jungkook’s body weight suddenly thrown over him.

“Fuck Kook wait. Stop-”

Jungkook had managed to fight Namjoon into submission and held him down with his knees pressed to chest. Jungkook was kneeling with Namjoon trying to wrestle his way out of Jungkook’s hold. Yoongi on the other hand wasn’t so lucky. Jungkook felt like his orgasm wasn’t enough. He felt cheated, he felt toyed with. Yoongi Hyung was supposed to make him cum not edge him until his cock was overstimulated.

The fact that he was the only one undressed made him more pissed. Taking matter into his own hands Jungkook roughly tugged at Yoongi’s shirt, ripping it in the process. It was quite comical how easily Jungkook flung him around. Jungkook grabbed him by the throat and squeezed, yanking the older male into a kiss that was anything but sweet.

“Fucking teased me and made it hurt. I’ll ruin you Hyung.” Jungkook threatened.

“Bun wait-” Yoongi begged, eyes widening with how easily Jungkook took off his pants and spread his legs. “Stop. Jungkook stop-”

Namjoon was on him in seconds, sitting on his chest with the younger boy’s hands pinned to the sheets. They were all panting.

“Kook relax. Breathe.” Namjoon looked over at Yoongi to see him mirroring the same angry expression Jungkook wore. “Hyung, lets talk. Kook-”

“Shit! Fucking brat bit me.” Namjoon yelled. “Calm the fuck down before I make Hyung edge you all night.”

“Hyung he did that to me. I just wanted to be good.” Jungkook cried.

“Kook you practically wrestled both of us and scared Hyung. You didn’t stop when he told you to. Kook we didn’t think you would cum from having your nipples played with. Hyung was gonna make you cum regardless. You can’t just use you strength like that. Hyung doesn’t like it okay.”

“I’m okay Joon.” Yoongi confirmed. “I want to spank the life out of you Jungkook, but you’re lucky you’re so fucking cute.”

“Spank me then.” Jungkook said, upon seeing how shaken Yoongi really was.

“Okay, you asked for it.”

“Hyung I think maybe we should end tonight here and pick this up in the morning. Let’s sleep it off.” Namjoon was laughing nervously, eyes flickering between the two.

“Okay. But before I go to sleep, I’m gonna fuck his throat until he’s crying. I don’t give a shit whether he likes it or not. C’mere Jungkook.”

Jungkook was up on his knees ins seconds. Yoongi guided him to the end of the bed where he now stood. He pushed Jungkook into a seating position, his bare ass nestled in the sheets.

“Pinch me if it’s too much okay kid.”

“Okay Hyung.”

Yoongi was being cold and closed off. Jungkook was prepared to deal with his sudden change in emotion, but nothing could prepare him for the rough hand in his hair and the cock stuffed down his throat. Jungkook was gagging, clearly not used to having his throat abused like that. And Yoongi was relentless.

He didn’t care that Jungkook was gagging or looking up at him, pleading for him to go easier. Jungkook felt his throat burn with the stretch, his eyes were stinging with tears. And surprisingly, he loved the feeling.

“Fucking hell Hyung, let the kid breath.” Namjoon moaned, tugging at his own cock.

Luckily for Jungkook, Yoongi listened and yanked Jungkook’s head back. He smiled looking down at the younger boy, a mixture of drool and precum smearing his lips and cheeks. Jungkook’s entire face looked wet. Wet with tears, a runny nose and the evidence of a nasty rough blowjob.

“You okay bun?” Yoongi cooed sweetly, petting the boy’s cheeks. Jungkook nodded, liking the attention. “If you ever do that to me again, I will fucking end you okay baby. You were the one who said you could handle it. If you can’t play with the big boys, then don’t. Do I make myself clear Bun?”

“Y-Yes Hyung. Won’t do it ever. Promise. M’sorry Hyung.”

“Good boy, now let Hung cum down your throat. Your reward for looking so pretty when you came.”

Jungkook smiled big and pretty. Yoongi wasted no time in pushing his cock into Jungkook’s mouth once more. Only this time slower. He has the chance to feel the tightness of Jungkook’s throat as he pushed in until he was fully buried into Jungkook.

“Mghhgmmhm.”

“Good boy Jungkook. Fuck.”

After what seemed liked forever, Yoongi pulled out, only to do the same thing over and over again. It was like he was stretching and building Jungkook up for something much worse. The answer came in the form of fast thrusts and a hand to the back of his head sinking him further into Yoongi.

“Drink it all baby, all for you.”

With a few more thrusts, each rough and messy, Yoongi was grunting as he came down Jungkook’s throat. The new sensation had the younger boy gagging on Yoongi’s cock, looking up at him for help. Yoongi only fucked it into him, trusting that Jungkook would pinch him if it was really too much.

“Fuck Hyung, the kid can’t breathe. Jungkook-”

Namjoon pulled Jungkook away from Yoongi, only to have the younger gagging and coughing up the cum at the entrance of his throat. Jungkook looked like a mess.

“M'Good for you Hyung.” Jungkook cried, reaching out for Yoongi with his hands.

“So good baby. Can’t believe you let Hyung fuck your throat like that. Such a good baby. Hyung is so proud.”

And just like that the all the tension was dissolved, leaving Namjoon slightly confused and winded.

“You two need supervision when you fuck. That's a new rule.”