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Chapter 12: Some Body to Body
Yoongi shifted uncomfortably in the armchair that they had dragged to the edge of the bed. Under normal circumstances, he would be thrilled to be dragged into their playroom by one of his boys. Hell, it hadn’t even been the first time since he was released from the hospital that one of them had cornered him somewhere in the Magic Shop and tried to fuck his brains out. He wouldn’t deny liking the sudden attention. Tension and longing had always grown when one of them had been away for a time. Though as he reflected of the last few weeks, there were three main reasons for the sudden increase in the sexual need. For one, the whole mess with Choi has really wired them all. It made them face their least favorite subject: the possibility of losing one of their own. And now, the others needed to constantly touch him, shower him with love and affection, and not let him out of their sight for a moment. He had woken up on a few occasions with one of his boys sneaking into his bed, just to press their ear to his chest and listen to his heartbeat, reassuring themselves that he was really back and not going to die. On his first day back, Hoseok had been the first to show him how much he missed him. They hadn’t even made it out of the eyes of the rest of the company when Yoongi found himself being showered with soft words and promises that would make even the strongest man weak. Once the door to his room was shut, Hoseok shoved him onto his bed and sucked the breath from his lungs before trying to suck his soul from his cock. He knew the younger’s original motive had been to keep him in bed, but the desire to be reminded of the whimpers and gasp that would have disappeared drove him to push those limits. Due to the drugs in his system, Yoongi could do little more than just lay there and let the sensation wash over him like water escaping from a broken dam. Hoseok loved to tease; he’d switch from light stroking to hard, from breathy kisses up the shaft to swallowing Yoongi’s cock down and moving back up with the faintest brush of teeth. And just when he felt the muscles in Yoongi’s thighs start to shake, hear the elder’s breath hitch, and the moaning start to turn towards breathy whines, the cheeky bastard would pin his hips to the mattress and take his lips in his to swallow those begging protest until the fire started to smolder. Then he would start it all over again. After the fourth time he had been brought to edge only to be ripped back, he was starting to hate the smug smirk on Hoseok’s lips. He even had the nerve to say ‘I can’t wait for you to get better so you can make me pay for this.’ Hobi had kept him on the edge of release for so long that when the younger swirled his tongue over Yoongi’s overly sensitive tip and swallowed him down that silky throat, his brain shut down. Even his dreams were making plans of revenge against the younger, with ropes and cuffs that he knew the other would wish for.
Jin had been a favorite. His hyung had always been their doctor in situations like this, so having to take a back seat had been tough. To make up for it, Jin had busied himself with preparing nutritious meals to help him heal faster and researching different herb remedies and techniques to improve his mobility. But each time Jin would look at him, there was a look that Yoongi didn’t like. Jin was always the ‘mother-hen’ type, but when he had no more control on the situation, he felt like he was almost useless. He hadn’t been there to oversee the surgeries or set forth the recovery details. He hadn’t been the one to see how deep the wounds were, what damage was fixed, no matter how qualified the hospital staff was. Jin was left in the dark and that was not a place he enjoyed being when it came to his boys. He had to trust the work of someone who knew anatomy but not the way he knew it. Until Yoongi was completely healed, there was only so much he could do. Therefore, he was a more delicate with them and fused over every little thing like they were some ancient pieces of artwork that would crumble if he breathed wrong in their direction. Anything more than a light brush of his lips again his head was completely off the table. And that only made Yoongi’s only hyung even more desirable, if only to show him how much he was grateful for his administrations and effort.
They had been in Jin’s lab when Yoongi finally got fed up of that look in Jin’s eyes as he inspected the stiches in the younger’s shoulder. Jin had insisted that you use the medical area in his lab when inspecting Yoongi’s wounds and redressing them, having all the supplies and a sterilized area. He had been hovering when you had removed the bandages from Yoongi’s side. That had healed the fastest, now a littering of discolored bruising and slight scarring. He watched intently as you had inspected along his dongsaeng’s ribs, watching for any sign of pain or flinch. Despite your positive outlook on his progress, it did little to wipe that look of helplessness that Yoongi hated seeing. He eyed his hyung very deliberately when you started unwrapping his shoulder to inspect the stitches. Jin would, normally, push anyone out of the way and do it himself, barking orders and taking full control. But you were a fresh territory, and he was resigned to clenching his hands as you ran his boy through some rehab exercises to evaluate his mobility. It was only when you had asked for a roll of new bandages that Jin’s patience had seem to run out. With a practiced smile, he insisted he could manage the rest, gesturing to a new product that was in the final trail stages that he wished to apply that would improve scar healing. Once you had left, escorted back to the main house by Jin’s assistant and leaving the two of them alone, Yoongi had hoped that would give him the opportunity to ease his hyung’s concern and talk him into some alone time that they could both benefit from. But Jin was focused on doing something else with his hands that only made Yoongi want him even more than before.
With every brush of the elder’s fingertips against Yoongi’s pale skin set his nerves a flame. He could feel his breath against his skin as he leaned closer to do his own inspection of his wounds. When Jin’s soft hands smoothed across his ribs, it sent shivers down his spine and straight to his cock. It had been so long since he had had some alone time with his only hyung, normally joined by one of the others. And he needed it now more than ever. They both could. But he knew Jin would be worried about hurting him more, especially since he was forced to take a backseat in the medical care. He was aching for him. But more than that, he was aching to show him how much he needed his hyung and how good he could make him feel. Yoongi didn’t care if Jin fucked him stupid or fucked himself on Yoongi’s cock, he just needed to feel him. By the time Jin had finished rewrapping his shoulder, he was throbbing. His hyung must have noticed, simply by the amused look in those eyes. Normally not one to beg, Yoongi was prepared to employ any means that would make his hyung break. But living with five younger men who were much better at pouty lips and bedroom eyes than he only brought a bemused scoff at his attempts.
“My poor Yoongi-yah,” Jin soothed, hand coming up to cup the younger’s cheek, “don’t give me that look. You are still healing. And I don’t want to hurt you, Love.”
“But I am hurting now without you. See,” he dragged his hyung’s hand down his body to his aching erection, not even bothering to hold back the moan that escaped at the added pressure that felt so good. Begging it was. “Hyungie, please. I’m not made of glass. I need you so bad, can’t you feel how much? All for you. I just…please, Hyungie. I’ll do whatever you want, just please touch me, fuck me, use me. Anything. I just need you so bad. I’ll be good, I promise. I won’t even move if you tell me to. You can fuck me stupid, or ride my cock the way you like, and I’ll lay there and let you use me.”
“And let me do all the work?” Jin removed his hand, grabbed his discarded medical kit, and turned his back to his begging partner. Yoongi sat there, practically pulsating with want and frustration. He let out a frustrated growl, only to be caught off guard by plush lips pressed against his, biting and licking for entrance, as skilled hands pushed him further back onto the table. “So dramatic,” Jin taunted as he straddled Yoongi’s hip and caged him in, his own want evident as their bodied rocked against each other’s.
Then, there was Namjoon. The two of them had formed a close bond over their shared trauma at the hands of the Royals. So, it was fairly obvious to Yoongi that Namjoon was harboring some guilt over his injuries that only a leader could. Even though he could not have foreseen the outcome, he was still the one who sent them into the lion’s den. No matter how smart Joon was, there was no way he could have calculated every little thing. It was a well-known fact within Bangtan that when the leader fell into this self-inflicted guilt pit, it was best to let him process all the information. Confronting him directly would only make him feel worse. Namjoon just needed to look at and analyze everything that had happened, try to see if any other option would have ended in a different scenario. Only then could he be more open to believing that he wasn’t to blame. Knowing this, Yoongi didn’t push.
One evening, when it was just the seven of them for the evening, the Maknae line demanded a movie night. No exceptions. Just all of them in one room, enjoying the company. Namjoon had settled on the far end of the large sofa, apart from the others and absentmindedly fidgeting with his sleeves. By this point, Yoongi had been home for a few days, and added with his time in the hospital, he determined that it was enough time for him to start hinting that he was missing Namjoon and showing how he didn’t want the distance he was employing. It was a subtle way to show that he didn’t harbor any blame. He bypassed his normal spot and made his way to stand in front of his leader. The white blond snapped out of his thoughts but, before he could protest or question, Yoongi seated himself between those muscular thighs, back pressed against the broader chest, and legs stretched out across the ottoman. As he wiggled and shifted to get comfortable, he identified with his more submissive nickname: Kitten. Namjoon seemed to short circuit; his body went rigid- and not in the fun way Yoongi wanted- hands held up and away like he was afraid his clumsy nature would hurt his hyung. But ever-so-slowly, Joon seemed to accept what Yoongi had done and relaxed. Soon, Yoongi felt a familiar hand ease around his arm sling and rest against his middle, holding him close. The elder smiled; it was a small victory but a good start back to normalcy. As the movie progressed, Namjoon rested his chin against the other’s shoulder, lips ghosting across the exposed skin of his neck and collar bone. Yoongi knew Joon wouldn’t end up railing him in front of the other, not that that exact thing hadn’t happened before. Little steps, he reminded himself, smiling at the way Namjoon’s fingers started intertwining with those on his injured hand, touch so gentle but so meaningful. And this was better than sex.
At least at the time.
Two days prior to being dragged into his current predicament, and a day after their new house guest had recovered from her migraine, was when the bindings and stitches were to be removed. The two of you were set up on a bench in the stretching area of the gym. As you set the sterile, packaged instruments within reach, you made some feisty comment about wanting to be in a more clinical environment for such a procedure. But Yoongi insisted that staying at the Magic Shop was safer than transporting to a clinic or Mercy. And that he wasn’t waiting to get to Jin’s lab to finally be rid of those damn stitches. Then, he made a mocking comeback that the gym had been cleaned recently, which resulted in a playful slap with a surgical glove. The two of you had become friendly since the very first meeting, like you were old friends throwing sarcastic comments at each other, rolling eyes, and scrunching noses back and forth. And that faired to be a great distraction when you started to take out the first stitches.
This was about the time that Namjoon walked into the area, not realizing that you both were in there. He froze in the doorway and Yoongi could the guilt return to those deep eyes. But you, having been with them for a short while, didn’t recognize the shift in his posture. You smiled and waved him over. You assumed he was there for moral support and started explaining the process as you removed another stitch. But Namjoon wasn’t retaining anything you said, eyes studying the still lingering marks and bruises across Yoongi’s pale skin. With every slight flitch or hiss that Yoongi made as you disinfected the area and redressed it, it mirrored through Namjoon. When you asked if he would like to help with some physical therapy, he was quick to decline. He made some comment about him being clumsy and not wanting to hurt his hyung. Too bad Yoongi was hoping for a little roughness.
Later that evening, his wish came true. Yoongi had been working in the Genius Lab going over some reports and logs; Jin still had him on desk work for a few more days. He didn’t even need to look up when he heard feet shuffling or the door open. He had always been able to distinguish Joon’s presence from the others. A large hand clamped down on the back of his chair and pulled Yoongi away from his desk. It was, then, he became aware of a strong smell of whiskey that came from the other; it was a particular aged brand that Yoongi had gifted Namjoon for his birthday. It would appear that the ‘always down to fuck’ leader needed some liquid courage to come for him. But if that’s what got him over his problems and got Yoongi fucked against his consol, who was he to worry about it?. He was spun around, and Joon’s hands threaded through his hyung’s dyed lock, seizing and yanking his head back with a welcoming roughness that his body begged for. A wanton moan escaped Yoongi’s lips as he waited for teeth and tongue to attack the exposed skin of his throat.
But nothing came. He opened his eyes to be met with a sobering sight. Namjoon looked like he was struggling with so much. Drowning himself with whiskey had taken all those hidden issues and emotions and forced them to the surface. There was this conflicting air about him; to just ignore everything and fuck until he couldn’t think about anything else, and the desire to confront this problem that he had settled himself in. The fingers twisted in his hair were shaking, wanting Yoongi to really see his struggles, to help him. Those deep eyes were shining and red- not just from the alcohol. They were screaming all those emotions he was agonizing over. I’m so sorry! Please forgive me! Don’t leave me. Don’t hate me.
Yoongi soften- in his face only- and pulled Namjoon down until the taller was kneeling between his legs, their foreheads were pressed together, until they were nose to nose, breathing in each other’s presence. “Don’t do that,’ he soothed, “Don’t listen to that fear. I’m right here. It takes so much more to take me down. Feel my breath, hear my voice? I’m not going away where. Don’t hold that in anymore.” Yoongi brushed the stray tear that had started to fall with the pad of his thumb. “Talk to me, Joonie. You can’t hold that in anymore.”
“I should have known,” came the shaky response. “I should have anticipated him being there. Sent extra Army there to help. I know what they could do. And I just sent you in there like a normal drop.”
“We couldn’t have been sure that he would have been there. Even knowing what we know, it’s been so long since he’s been active, no one could have anticipated him. You’re not psychic, Namjoon. Even if you anticipated every single step, he still would have been the wild card. You did what any of us would have done. Having more Army may have helped but it could have also got in the way or drawn more attention. Who could say if that would happened. We just have to take this and grow with it like we’ve always done. You had so many exits planned out that day. You planned the meeting point if we got separated. You spent the time with Taehyung plotting out all the exits. It was your idea to hide our guns on the hostage. You protected us to the best you could. Knowing the outcome, I wouldn’t change anything if it meant getting the others back to you safe.”
Joon’s fingers tightened in the dyed orange hair. “But we can’t lose you too. We need you, I need you. We are seven, always and forever. When you didn’t come home or answer your phone, all these scenarios kept playing out in my head. I should have been there for you. And when I finally saw you, it got so real that we almost lost you. Because I sent you in there. And it would have been my fault. And I couldn’t handle that.”
“I know, but I’m right here. I’m here with you now. I will never willingly leave you. Any of you. And I would never stop fighting to get back to you. Even if I didn’t make it back, it was not because of you. It would come down to my decision and the enemy. But never because of you. You know that, right? We’ve been through so much together, and never would I put the blame on you. We can talk more when you need but I need you to hear me when I say this; there is nothing that would make me hate you. All this guilt is what separates you from the monster that Choi is. You feel too much, and that is why you are the person you are. So, please, don’t blame yourself for things you can’t change or control. Don’t let those dark thoughts overtake you.”
“I’m so sorry, Hyung. So, so sorry.”
“There is nothing to forgive, Kim Namjoon.” Yoongi closed the distance between them to place a chaste kiss in those plump lips. Nothing sexual, just to drive the point home through. Joon finally let go of Yoongi’s hair and wrapped his arms around his middle in a comforting embrace, finally letting go. They stayed like that for several long moments until the tears finally stilled. Yoongi let his fingers trace little comforting patterned across the loosening muscles along Namjoon’s body, something he found most of his boys enjoyed when they were upset. When the younger’s breathing went back to normal and he used his larger hands to wipe the residual wetness from those dimpled cheeks, Yoongi finally broke the tension. “Since when did you become the sappy drunk? Taking Hoseok title?”
The smile he loved seeing spread across those kissable lips. “Sorry, Hyung. That wasn’t how I expected that to go.”
“Oh yeah? How about you show me how sorry you really are,” Yooni challenged.
And with that, the flood gates opened; Namjoon surged forward and pressed his lips to the others, tongue begging for entrance that was willfully given. Normally, Yoongi would fight for dominance. But he was content with releasing control and letting Namjoon do whatever he needed. And to be honest, they hadn’t been in this dynamic in a long time, so that made every touch electric. Joon’s hand smoothed over Yoongi’s body possessively, one stroking his thigh while the other slipped under his shirt. He loved the light scratches the leader left on his pale skin. He needed more, so much more. He tried to moan out that simple syllable, but Joon swallowed it. While Yoongi was content with being the submissive this round, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little bratty. He twisted his hands in the other’s white hair and bit down on Joon’s bottom lip, earning him that deepest growl that shot right to his cock. Before he could process what was happening, Namjoon’s hands secured their hold under his thigh and around his waist. He stood up, pulling Yoongi up with him. A loud, needy moan echoed in the room as his hardening arousal pressed against Namjoon’s toned body.
Then, they were moving. Yoongi really didn’t care where as long as it ended with Joon’s throbbing cock rocking deep into him. The desire only heightened the more the younger kissed him and rocked up into him as he walked. Suddenly, Yoongi was dropped on to the soft mattress covered in silk sheets. The Playroom. Joon pushed off the bed and crossed to lock the door. “I gonna take my time with you tonight,” he said as he returned, pulling his sweatshirt off, letting Yoongi’s hungry eyes devour every inch of Joon’s toned chest. “Just us tonight. The others can watch later.” He trailed his fingers up under his hyung’s shirt, nails leaving goosebumps as it pushed the fabric up and away from that pale skin that begged to be marked. Yoongi let his head fall back, showing off the column of his throat to the security camera in the corner of the room. Oh yes, someone is gonna enjoy the view, if they weren’t already. Joon’s hand cradled his head and brought their lips back together, rocking their hips together in a steady rhythm. It was enough to build towards the edge, but not enough to push Yoongi over it. He was already so turned on that it wasn’t long before he was panting against those plush lips and trying to get more. By the time Joon started working down his hyung’s pants, Yoongi’s head was swimming. All he could focus on was his throbbing cock and how slow Namjoon was dragging the fabric across his skin. He should have known by that alone that Joon was set on torturing him. But when the younger settled between his parted legs and started sucking a deep bruise on his inner thigh, completely ignoring his weeping cock, he knew he was going to be completely fucked out of his mind.
His whines and whimpers did nothing to speed things along. When he tried to arch his hips towards some kind of relief, Namjoon pinned him with one hand to his lower stomach. Only once Namjoon was satisfied with the mark left on those pale legs, did he finally rise up to cage Yoongi against the mattress. No words said, he just leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth before reaching out to somewhere on the mattress. Namjoon took in the breathtaking sight before him as he popped the cap off the lube bottle: his composed Hyung brought to the edge of lust, hair mused and fan out amongst the dark silk, breath coming in quick gasp to try and keep from falling to deep, pale skin on full display and shivering with anticipation and want. It was a good thing that there were cameras in the playroom, because Joon wanted to have this image of Yoongi forever.
He jolted back to reality when slick fingers rub against his entrance, two sinking into the tight heat. He, normally, wasn’t the most vocal, leaving that honor to Jimin or Namjoon (when he was in the submissive mood). But when Joon’s lips sealed around his nipple and sucked, Yoongi could hold back the begging moans or the dramatic arch of his back. Joon hooked his arm under Yoongi’s back, keeping that angle that only aided him in nudging that spot that sent sparks flying across the other’s vision. Now, Yoongi was definitely not sensitive there as Jungkook, but Joon had every nerve set on fire that everything brush on his tongue or brush of his fingers brought him closer and closer to cumming untouched. A third finger was pushed in, and the burn felt so good. His brain wasn’t working anymore, only focusing on the onslaught of sensations building and building. He could feel Joon smile around the hardened nub as Yoongi’s voice cracked and caught with each new intense moan. He all but screamed when Namjoon finally hit that spot hard while biting down on his nipple, the combined pleasure sending him over the edge and cumming between their bodies. But Joon didn’t stop moving, working him through it and making it last just enough to hurt.
“You’re so beautiful, Hyung,” he whispered against the other’s panting lips. “So good for me. Always so good. But we are far from done here.” He dragged his fingers through the mess of Yoongi’s orgasm and rubbing it on his own throbbing cock. “I’m going to fuck you so good. And you can cum as much as you want. But I am not stopping until we are both completely spent.”
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The sound of a door shutting brought Yoongi from his musings and back to the scene in front of him. Taehyung was devouring Jimin’s lips as he maneuvered the two of them to the bed next to Yoongi. Which brought Yoongi to reason number two of their heightened sex drive.
Jimin.
Taehyung had cornered Yoongi after returning from dropping you off at your apartment apparently worked up and in no mood to be denied. Though, denying Taehyung anything was next to impossible for Yoongi. It had been the second youngest that Yoongi found in his bed the most, the one who hugged him the most. So, when he took Yoongi’s hands and pulled him into the Playroom, sat him in the armchair, and told him to wait, he knew his hyung would obey. Watching the two soulmates kiss was like watching a starving man devour his first meal. They must have already been at it in the hall before coming back to the Playroom because Jimin’s shirt was already unbuttoned and he was breathless when Taehyung finally pushed him on the mattress. Tae hair was messier than before and he looked hungry. He climbed on top of the mattress, pushing Jimin farther back until they were in the best view for Yoongi to see every quivering muscle. Watching the two of them was a better aphrodisiac than anything else, hearing their voice harmonize in a lustful symphony that was undeniable. Which made Yoongi wonder if he had been fucked too much as he wasn’t itching to jump into the fray with them, content with just watching them enjoy themselves. Taehyung pinned Jimin’s wrist high above his head and smiled against the other’s lips when he obediently stayed there. He kissed down the smooth neck and to his chest. There, he made quick work pinching and sucking on those already erect nipples. Jimin held nothing back, encouraging Tae with melodic moans of praises and pleas. But Tae seemed bent on torture as he drew off with a ‘pop’ and blew cold air on it, causing Jimin to arch back dangerously and curse. Arching back as far as he was gave Yoogni the best view of the fuck-out face he loved seeing, yet he still didn’t move from his spot, still content with just watching, mind a buzz with other things.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered open to see his beautiful hyung, smile faltering slightly when he saw the way he just sat there. He reached his hand out for Yoongi, needing his touch. Which Yoongi gladly gave, bringing that hand up, kissing his skin, and leaning his cheek into his palm. Jimin grabbed Tae with his other hand, bringing the other boy back to his lips, silently communicating in a way that only they understood. Yoongi watched as Taehyung licked deep into his soulmate’s mouth before drawing back on his knees to pull his shirt off and allow Jimin enough room to roll onto his knees to face their hyung. He leaned forward and brought his plump lips to Yoongi, softly at first to cherish that softness that only he could possess. Then, lips opened, begging for the elder to claim his mouth. And Yoongi would never deny his baby anything. Taehyung smirked at the sight before him, his own desires spiking higher; his long fingers scrapped through his hyung’s orange hair while the other pulled the shirt from Jimin’s body, biting down where his soul mate’s neck met his shoulders. Jimin broke his kiss to let out a shivering moan, getting overwhelmed by everything around him. He felt so good, so loved, so wanted in this moment. Except by his hyung, who was still sitting on the sideline.
“Hyung,” he said between pants and gasps as Taehyung’s hands and mouth continued to roam. “When we brought you in here, it was to be a participant, not a spectator.”
“I’m participating. But you’re enjoying yourself so much, who am I to ruin it?”
“Never ruin, only add- Fuck, Tae,” Jimin moaned out as Taehyung fingers disappeared below the open waistband on his pants. He took a few breaths to keep his mind on the conversation at hand, panting hard. God, he was so sexy this way. “Hyung please. I need you so much.”
“Already, baby? Tae barely done anything.” Yoongi reach out and took hold of Jimin’s chin, forcing the blond to look at him directly. He leaned closer to the younger, studied. Even with his blue eyes blown out wide with lust, Yoongi could see the rosy pink ring around the limbus that bled into the iris. That would make sense, but hadn’t he already received his medication? Yoongi was sure that he had seen evidence of them taking care of Jimin last night. After his dosage, Taehyung and Jungkook had taken Jimin to MooMoo, a club owned by the Mama Gang. Since the resurgence of U4-1A, Bangtan had come to an agreement with many gangs to help distribute U4-1C to those who needed it. While Jin’s formula wasn’t a complete cure, it was a big help in edging out the more dangerous side effects of the original- death. With continual usage, it could help the community get back to some sort of normalcy. At least until Jin was able to crack the code and find the actual antidote to eradicate the drug.
MooMoo ended up being a safe haven for those like Jimin who found bliss in drinks, thumping bass music, and getting lost in the feeling just the right combination to take the edge off. And a full, dimly lit club was a good place to hide it from the critical public. Their partnership with Solar and her girls had been going strong for four years, when Jin’s new generation of drug proved to help decrease the crippling addiction and allow ways other than forced intercourse to satisfy the effects. All Bangtan asked was for a safe, protective space where they could help their member through a tough time once every month. For their own supply to assist others who were brought to the club, they would provide heavy security, pink glow lights that hid the eyes colors, employees who knew how to help hide what was really happening, whatever they needed.
Taehyung had sent videos and pictures of their evening to the Bangtan group chat. One was of them taking shots under a pink glow of the bar, the rosy color of Jimin’s eyes disguised to all who didn’t know. Another was of Taehyung taking a big swig from a bottle before locking his lips against Jimin’s and forcing the alcohol down the other’s throat. Jimin had pulled back, laughing and clearly drunk, pulling the taller one towards the dance floor. But the last video Taehyung had sent over was definitely going into everyone’s jack off folders. The bass was booming, dance floor glowing with colors and thick smoke from the fog machines. Tae was weaving through the throngs of people towards and elevated platform where Jimin was swinging around on a pole, grinding and twisting like he was born to entertain. His face was flushed with alcohol and euphoric energy coursing through his veins. Suddenly, Jungkook climbed up and pinned Jimin’s arms above his head against the pole. The two of them ground against each other in time with the pounding club music. A sensual dance that in reality was the two of them dry humping each other with a frenzied need. They couldn’t hear anything over the music, but the way that Jimin threw his head back, they could all use their imagination to know what his screams sounded like.
But that brought the question to Yoongi’s mind; a night of drinking and clubbing was normally enough to work U4-1C out of Jimin’s system until his next dosage. And with Jungkook all but fucking him on the dancefloor, he shouldn’t be like this still. Could this be a new symptom? No, more likely, it was his body’s reaction to being off his routine. Ahh, that made more sense.
Jimin pulled his face from Yoongi’s grasp. “It’s not from that.”
“Oh baby, you shouldn’t lie to me. You know I won’t give you anything if you are not honest. You should have known that skipping all those days was going to bite you in the ass. And not in the fun way. You’ve been taking this long enough to know that staying on the routine is the best thing. And when you do get to push it back, it’s one day at a time, not a week.”
“Yeah, been on this shit for over six years,” he panted, fingers tightening in the sheets as he tried to keep his focus under Taehyung’s administrations.
Yoongi tsked. “I know you are not bad-mouthing Jin-hyung work. Who knows where’d you be if he hadn’t gotten this far. He’s working so hard for you, baby. The least you can do is not keep taking steps backwards because you want to force it. If you want to continue living as normal as you can, you better start listening to him.”
“I know. I get it. I just thought I was ready. And with everything going on with you and- Shit, Taehyungie, please- I just lost focus. I’m just sick of this. The aches, the nausea, the fucking hangovers after, the spotty memories.”
“I know, baby boy, but we are doing this together as much as we can. You know we always tell you what we’re gonna do so you are always consent beforehand. We are always in pairs or more to ensure we never cross a line. We’re in this together. Just like we were in the beginning. Trust us, trust Jin-hyung. If he says he’s going to free you from this, he’s going to. Just let go so we can help.”
“But…” Jimin words caught in his throat as his upper body started to buckle under the intense pleasure coursing through his body. Behind him, Taehyung had worked the other’s pants and drawers down and off his legs. Jimin’s cock was rock hard and dripping from Tae’s earlier work. But he didn’t seem in a hurry to give his soulmate that for which he was begging. Taehyung kissed his way up Jimin’s spine tattoos, beautiful moon phases, until his body draped across the other’s, nuzzling into Jimin’s heaving throat. The look of the two of them in such a way was so tempting, so sinful. But the look in Taehyung’s eyes was like a taunt, like a predator feigning innocents to lure it prey closer so it can strike with ease. It took a lot to get Taehyung in this kind of mood. He set his hyung with one more tempting stare before working his way back down Jimin’s trembling body, daring him to look anywhere else. Long, tan fingers trailed across pale skin, kneading and caressing the taut ass. Jimin breathy moans were begging for more. Tae spread those cheeks and dragged his hot tongue across his sensitive hole.
Jimin gasps and tried to lose himself in the sensation, wanting to drop against the mattress. Only, Yoongi’s hold under his chin kept him up. “Uh-uh, focus on me.”
“Fuck both of you,” he panted through gritted teeth.
“Don’t act like you are not enjoying this. You always love when I make you beg for it. And I do love watching you come completely undone.” As if on cue, Jimin’s body seized and a desperately wanton moan escaped his panting lips. From behind him, Taehyung had moved on from lapping and sucking at Jimin’s hole, to slipping two fingers in with ease. He was relentless, hitting everywhere but where the other needed him, just to keep him on the edge. Tae fixed his hyung with a look as he removed his long fingers, sucking on them nice and slow. He’s really worked up tonight. Then, he drove his fingers back in, along with his tongue. It was the best kind of torture. And only helped to drive Yoongi’s point. “You need to be good if you want to be rewarded. And good boys don’t push their limits farther than they know they should. Do you understand, love?”
“Yes, yes! I get it,” Jimin cried. “I’m sorry Hyung! I’ll be good. Now, please fuck me like you love me!”
Yoongi reached forward and hauled Jimin into his lap and away from Taehyung’s administration. He swallowed all of Jimin’s cries as he thrusted his tongue deep into the other’s mouth and stroked the younger at a feverous pace. He was already so close that it only took a few strokes before Jimin’s body shuttered violently as he cam hard against his hyung’s chest. On the bed, Tae had stretched out across the mattress, stoking him long cock, lazily, as he watched the site before him.
Jimin’s body sagged against Yoongi’s, resting his head against the other’s shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. His body felt electrified, pulsing with want and desire for more. Especially since his hyung wasn’t giving his all. “Daddy,” he tried, making his voice as desperate and whiny as he knew would make the others weak, “please, I need you in me. I need you to fuck me.”
Yoongi leaned forward and rested their foreheads against each other. “I know, baby boy. But I won’t be as much fun tonight. I will make sure you get all you want from Tae-Tae. I just got somethings on my mind.”
“Or someone,” Taehyung challenge from the bed. Yoogni’s eyes shifted over Jimin’s shoulder. Taehyung’s eyes were pointed with a teasing smile on those full lips. He was like a predator playing with his prey, playing a dangerous game. “A certain pretty nurse, perhaps?”
And there was reason number three: someone new had changed the dynamic of their relationship. It had happened before when someone ended up spending a lot of time with one of them, and the others started feeling territorial. They were all young, sexual beings who always loved to remind each other to whom they all belonged. Yoongi should have realized that when after he had made lunch for you, Jungkook had cornered him in the shower after you returned home.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play that game with me, Hyung. I see the way you’ve been looking at her recently. Seen how you started getting a bit more friendly. A little nightingale syndrome?”
“Oh Hyung,” Jimin smiled, “do you have a crush on our new friend? It’s so cute.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. But we shouldn’t bring her into this.”
“Come on, you look after her more than any other guest we’ve had to watch over. You’ve never brought anyone into your studio before. You have deep conversations with her, always checking on her. You even gave her your favorite jacket, even after buying her a new coat. And I heard about how you got all protective when Jackson was flirting with her. What else could it be than you having some lustful feelings?
“It’s called doing my job. And being nice or replacing what I destroyed isn’t lust. Will you knock it off?”
“Oh, but how can I when she’s just so adorable? She’s so sweet and innocent.” Taehyung started stroking himself harder, eyes never lowering from Yoongi’s. “And definitely could use some love. God, you should have heard her today in the gym. I was helping her stretch and -fuck- the sounds she tried to stifle? God, makes me wonder what kind of sounds she’d make when I’m fucking her. Is she a screamer or one of those that bit her lips to keep quiet? And she’s so soft. When she hugs me, it makes me wonder how it’d feel if her nails clinging on.”
“I know what you mean,” Jimin moaned at the thought, turning in Yoongi’s lap to face the bed, cock hardening again. “When I carried her up the stairs, she felt so good pressed against my back. Bet her thighs would feel even better around my head. Can’t say that didn’t cross my mind recently. My bet is that she’d start out all shy, trying to hide. Definitely would need constant praises. Probably be all nervous and flushed, like how Jungkook was the first time. Speaking of, Jungkook said that when she traced his tattoos, he had to jerk off in the bathroom before he came back into the room. What do you say, Hyung? She’s had her hands on you the most? Do you think she could make us cum just from her touch? Bet her hands would feel so great against my cock.”
Yoongi tightened his hold on Jimin. But, thinking back, he had been playing more attention to you than he had to other charges. Granted, this was a newer situation. And he hadn’t been so quick to open up when other people had been in their home. Ever since he woke up in the hospital, seeing you sleeping across the room, you had crossed his thoughts more than he would willingly admit. When he had heard from Jin that you were sick, something protective lit up in his mind the same way if they were sick. But it wasn’t a crush, was it? No, he was just being friendly, right? “I think you two should stop objectifying her. She isn’t a plaything for you.”
“I wouldn’t mind if she was,” Taehyung smirked.
“Seriously, you all didn’t act like this when Namjoon brought Hwasa around.”
“I mean, it’s Hwasa. You know how she is. And we did, but only for the first day. But she’s not really our type. She’s… a lot. Honestly, we were surprised Namjoon lasted as long as he did.”
“And Y/N is something new. A completely different taste.” Taehyung dragged his long fingers across his dripping slit and up to his lips, punctuating his point.
“Hyung, it’s okay to think she’s cute. In fact, it’s cute that you have a crush. You don’t do emotions well. I say just go with it. It’d be adorable. But just like we told Namjoon, just remember who you have to come home too.”
“I don’t have a crush,” Yoongi warned. Right? He would really know, wouldn’t he? He was in a long going relationship with six other men. He should know the feeling.
“That blush says differently, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin teased, only to be rewarded with a growl from his hyung and hard squeeze against his cock.
“Well, you better figure it out,” Taehyung said, fixing Yoongi with a challenging gaze, “otherwise I’ll ask her out and keep her all to myself. I’ll make her feel so much better. Even if it’s just a little fling.”
Yoongi growled, unconsciously, at the younger’s insinuation. Taehyung smirk, getting all the proof he needed from that simple action. Though, he almost hoped for the challenge. Yoongi wasn’t sure if Taehyung was serious or just winding him up. Either way, his words stuck in his head and brought a lot of questions to the forefront. And in time, he’d have to confront those thoughts. But for now, he needed to wipe that smirk off the younger’s face. Yoongi needed to teach that brat a lesson. And, unfortunately for Taehyung, Yoongi had the best plan that would kill two birds with one stone. The teasing smirk on Taehyung face slowly disappeared as his hyung’s eyes turned wicked and the thin line of his lips curved at the corner. Jimin’s head fell back onto Yoongi’s shoulder, pleasure steadily building under the elder’s skilled hands.
Never breaking eye contact, Yoongi nuzzled against Jimin’s throat. “My poor boy,” he crooned, voice dripping with danger. “So, so worked up. Has Tae been mean to you? Toying with you too much?” Jimin’s fingers clutched Yoongi’s hair as his whole body squirmed, begging for more friction. “Mhm, that’s what I was trying to tell you earlier. Tae’s been working me up all day. Cornering me in the hall but never finishing me off, sending pictures over chat, talking about all the things he’d hope we’d do tonight. He called me on the way home from dropping her off, stroking himself. That what I meant when I said it wasn’t just from the Euphoric.”
“Hmm, so mean to you. I think he needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you? What do you say we give him a taste of his own medicine?”
“Please, anything. I just need you.”
“I know, I know. And I’m going to give you what you want. But you need to do what I say like a good boy. Tae been so mean to you. Not letting you cum when you want. Running his mouth. Baby, be a good boy and go grab me your favorite cuffs and a gag. We’re going to cuff him to the headboard so you can do whatever you want to him as payback. And all he can do is stay there and moan. And you are going to do what I say and use him to get yourself off as much as you like. And he’s only going to be allowed to cum when you say he’s suffered enough. Then we’ll fuck him together. But only when he’s crying and begging. Does that sound like a good idea to you Baby? Oh, and don’t you smile over that Pretty Boy,” he glared at Taehyung, who seemed to get excited by the plan. “I ordered a new toy to torture Hoseok with that I think will be better served here. A vibrating cock ring to make sure you don’t cum until I release you. You wanted my attention, you got it. What’s you color, Pretty Boy?”
Taehyung was only slightly worried about what was about to happen to him. But oh-so ready for it. “Green.”