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Everyone’s excited to include Jungkook into their relationship but they decide to take it easy, slowly working Jungkook up until he can join them all together. And for now, everyone just focuses on teaching him the small things — how to flirt, how to take Taehyung down to the hilt, how to finger Jimin just the way he likes. And Jungkook, Jungkook finds out a lot of things — about himself , about his hyungs. For example, he discovers that Jin’s speciality is edging and it makes sense because he’s always been patient, rarely going beyond playful yelling when his dongsaengs are being brats.
And, Jungkook's never cried so much while being hard as a fucking rock.
“hyung just — just make me fuckin’ nut please, it hurts I — I think my balls are broken”.
And yoongi — well , lets just say he’s seen him cry on more than one occasion when Jimin ground the heel of his foot into his cock.
“You’re so fucking disgusting, gonna come just from my foot?”
But there's never more than two members with Jungkook at a time, just letting him go at his own pace and yes that’s important , and yes Jungkook appreciates it, but he’s an impulsive, horny teenager and he can only wait so long before he loses his mind.
It takes exactly one month and four days for Jungkook to work up enough courage to even ask. He’s pacing around in the kitchen, twisting the end of his t-shirt between two large hands as the rest of the members are gathered around the breakfast table. Jin’s making coffee while Jimin and Taehyung are play fighting, when Jungkook stutters and stumbles over his words, blurting out an “I wanna do it.”
The conversation slowly lulls to stop as all eyes turn to look at him with matching confused expressions. And Jungkook’s embarrassed and so terribly inarticulate that he just gesticulates ridiculously at their dicks, a bright flush burning hot on his cheeks. They all laugh at Jungkook’s adorably flustered expression, Jimin throwing his entirely into Taehyung’s lap before they calm down enough to sidle up besides him — matching twin smirks on their faces. They brush their hands up the side of his body (so in sync , Jungkook thinks), pressing hot, delirious kisses along the side of his neck.
“Mm that so, baby boy?” Jimin murmurs and Jungkook honest to god shivers because Jimin now has his hand sliding up the front of his shirt, teasing him and oh god — .
Yoongi saves him.
The elder gruffs out a rough “leave the kid alone” which he seems to regret almost immediately when they then turn their advances onto him eerily in sync, like the velociraptors in Jurassic World.
Jungkook's thankful for the slight reprieve, inconspicuously moving his hands to hover over his crotch. And even though he’s still a little flustered, manages to choke out a laugh at how Yoongi struggles to bat away the roaming hands from his dick.
It happens on a Friday.
They have a light schedule, they’re home by four and as soon as Jungkook walks through the door, the members whisk him away into Jin’s room. He’s placed in its center and he almost feels like a work of art in his very own exhibit as six beautiful men hang off of his limbs, lavishing him with all the attention he could ever ask. They strip him until he’s bare, hands, so many hands kneading at the tension in his back and carding through his hair. His body is so sensitive, feels so weightless as he gets lost in the dizzying sensations and he swears he could come from this alone.
They don’t let him of course, and Namjoon gently moves him to the king sized bed, propping pillows under his head and lower back so that he’s elevated — comfortable .
Jin moves forward then, taking the lead as he gently moves in between his legs, spreading them out so wide that his thighs very nearly touch the bed. He kisses down the side of Gukk’s neck, biting pretty red marks into the flesh as his other hand massages the thick of his thighs. Hoseok, or maybe Jimin, pushes a bottle of lube into his hand and he squirts it into the center of his palm. He moves up then, trying to distract Jungkook by kissing him deeply, wrapping his left hand around the short length, getting him so hard he drips white onto his stomach. His hand then travels down, down, down until it’s circling at his hole, tentatively pressing against the opening. Jin moves off to let Hoseok kiss Jungkook, watching endearingly how their Gukk’s lips try to chase after Hoseok.
Jin presses one long finger into his hole, watching the gasp escape from Jungkook’s lips and the slight tension in his shoulders. “Gukk, relax ,” Jin orders and he can feel the muscles at Jungkook’s rim finally give way.
He focuses all of his attention into fingering Jungkook open, watching the little signs of pleasure as he adds in more fingers. Jin fingers Jungkook open for so long that his body begins trembling under Hoseok, crying softly into his mouth.
Jin just leans back, laughing. “Let’s give him a break Hobi-ah.” He then turns with hooded eyes to where Jimin is leaning against Hoseok, parting his lips as he asks, “Jiminie-ah, Hobi-ah, why don’t you put on a show for us? Show us what the dance line can do.”
Jimin looks at Hoseok with a devious smirk, curling their hands together and leaning up to give him a kiss on the lips. It’s soft and sweet and sensual and Jimin mouths his way to Hoseok’s ear. “Hear that hyung? Gonna show ‘em how well we can dance?”
Jimin pulls Hoseok off the bed with him, giggling all the while until he’s standing in front of the bed. Hoseok sidles up behind him, wrapping his hands around Jimin’s waist and tucking his head into his shoulder. Jimin reaches up a hand to dance up hiw neck, pressing gentle fingers into the skin until they tug at the mop of brown hair. He uses it as leverage to grind back on Hoseok’s crotch before letting go completely and essentially slut dropping on him.
They continue like that for a while, Hoseok’s fingers not leaving Jimin's body for a second, dipping underneath the waistband of his jeans and wrapping one around his neck, bringing attention to Jimin’s ragged breathing.
Jungkook is left very flustered and very, very hard.
Jin and Namjoon try to sooth him, lying on either side of Jungkook as they brush gentle fingers through his hair and whisper that he’s “doing so well for them, so good, so happy you came to us.”
Jin purrs about what they can do in a tone Jungkook's never heard before, low and gravely and it makes Jungkook shiver. “Hoseok’s merciless gukk, hits that special spot inside you so hard — so exact , you won’t even know what to do with yourself.”
And Jimin, Namjoon adds, “squirms so pretty, looks so fucked out when you can get him to lose control.”
And for their first lesson, Jungkook fucks Jimin because he has self control , can be so good , so pliant for Gukk. It only helps that Jimin’s Jungkook’s safe person, trusts him the most, knows exactly how to appeal to Gukk when he’s craving attention and validation, much like he is now. His body is open, submissive for Jungkook and he can feel the tension slowly seeping from his body.
And of course, Yoongi's guiding him through it. He helps him spread Jimins cheeks and wraps a hand around Jungkook’s cock to help him position it at Jimin’s hole. And when he pushes in — Jimin gasps , maybe moans a little extra to make Jungkook feel better about how he’s doing, making sure to praise him a lot as he begins to move. And Yoongi’s just there, keeping his large hands on Jungkook’s back and rumbling low into his hair while Jin reclines on the side, twisting at Jungkook’s nipples. Maybe Yoongi gets a little impatient, tempted by Jungkook’s slick hole right in front of his face so he dips in a few fingers, reveling in the little whine that escapes from Jungkook's lips. And, feeling curious and a little mischievous, Yoongi leans down and licks a stripe up his hole. Jungkook’s hips stutter at that, ducking his head so low that it’s buried in the crook of Jimin’s shoulder as Yoongi repeats the action again.
Yoongi gets a little lost in it, spreading Jungkook’s cheeks wider and trying to get his tongue in him deeper until Gukk’s begging for it and crying that he can’t take it anymore.
They fuck together, Yoongi’s back molded to Jungkook’s, a hand wrapped firmly gripped in his hair so he has leverage to fuck into him harder. And it’s so much, almost too intense for Jungkook as his hips stutter under the dual sensation.
Jimin doesn’t seem to mind though as he reaches out a hand to brush a stray lock out of Gukk’s face. “He’s such a natural, hyung,” Jimin murmurs. “Fucks me so well, maybe he’ll fuck you next, hm? Make you cry around his cock? Would you like that, baby?”
Yoongi just lets out a hoarse chuckle. “I’ll look forward to it,” he manages to choke out, fucking into Jungkook hard enough that he’s jolted further into Jimin.
Next to them, Taehyung is rutting against Hoseok’s legs as he watches the three of them fuck, babbling how “nice, look so nice Hobi hyung. w-want, want so bad,” he whines.
Hoseok’s looking on at the scene as well, a little half smirk plastered on his face as he glances back at Taehyung. “Yeah?” he responds, slapping Taehyung lightly on the face when he leans his cheek towards him. “Bet ya wish you were that pretty, huh Taehyungie?”
Taehyung whines pathetically, nodding his head as Hoseok continues to hum and guide the rhythm of his hips. He ends up burying his head into Hoseok’s neck, too overwhelmed to do much else, inhaling the heavy musk of his boyfriend.
Hoseok leans down, lips just barely brushing along the shell of his ear. “Do you want a turn after Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are done? Do you think you deserve it, pup ?” he teases.
Taehyung’s eyes are large and imploring, trying to convince Hoseok just like that as he leans up to kiss him all sloppy and desperate and pathetic. “Please hyung please can I go please, please wanna fuck him so bad.”
Hoseok hums. “Do you think you can manage it alone, pup? Do you need hyung to guide you through it?”
“Y-yeah, w-want hyung to be there,” Taehyung pants.
Hoseok lets out a little chuckle, affectionately cupping Taehyung’s cheek. “Okay, then you gotta be a good pup and stop humping my leg, yeah? Or you’ll come too fast and poor Jungkookie will be left all alone and we don’t want that right?”
Taehyung vigorously shakes his head ‘no’.
Meanwhile, Jungkook had already come dry when Yoongi wrapped a large hand around his dick, chuckling into the back of his neck when he sobs. “Come on Gukkie, you can’t come just yet. You still got a few other hyungs to please, right?”
Jungkook nods his head tiredly, relaxing against Yoongi’s chest. At some point Yoongi stops thrusting his cock into Jungkook, murmuring that if he “wants to get us both off, you have to do all the work yourself.”
And it’s cruel , making him fuck back on Yoongi and into Jimin interchangeably when he’s already so on edge . Jungkook’s so desperate, thrusts lacking coordination until eventually, they both come, ignoring him in favor of kissing each other. Yoongi pulls out of Jungkook then, spreading his cheeks wide to see all the come that dribbles out as Jimin gently reaches between his own legs to pull Gukk out. They leave Jungkook just like that, whimpering against the bed, hands twitching as he tries to stop himself from trying to touch his own cock.
Hoseok lets Taehyung loose then, watching endearingly as Taehyung eagerly hitches Jungkook's thighs up so high that they’re pressed into his chest. Jungkook whimpers a little at the stretch but Taehyung pays him no mind as he lines himself up with his sloppy hole before thrusting inside him completely. The thrusts are so rough, causing Hoseok and Jin to just absolutely coo at his eagerness. They kneel behind Taehyung, digging sharp nails down the beautiful arch of his back and slapping teasingly at his cheeks. Jin even leans down to press a kiss to Jungkook’s lips, giggling at the little “uh-uh-uh’s” that escape from between his lips.
Sometimes, Taehyung gets to eager, gets too ahead of himself and Hoseok has to step in — winding slender fingers into the back of his hair as warning. Jungkook's eyes go wide at the pretty sight of Taehyung moaning and drooling under Hoseok’s firm hand and he whines high in his throat until Hoseok grabs at him too.
And, up until now, Namjoons remained relatively ignored, feigning contententment in just watching. But Jimin knows better, knows how Namjoon likes to keep up appearances, sometimes even within the dorms and Jimin can tell that he’s close to his breaking point. All it takes is a simple “come, baby” before Joon’s ambling over and pressing their lips together fervently.
Jimin is so gentle with Namjoon, treating him almost like he’s made of glass, knowing just where to touch and press without it being too overbearing for him. He gives himself so easily to Jimin, spreading his legs so trustingly for him and him alone and Jungkook's always marveled at Jimin's ability to keeps his space, but still remains comfortingly close. And Jungkook's so torn because Namjoon is a whole Daddy but on the other hand — he looks so good all teary and pliant and submissive .
Jimin licks his lips as he stares down at their hyung and Jungkook shivers at the absolutely dominance in that simple action.
Jimin opens Namjoon up so gently, pressing his fingers up against his spot while whispering “baby” and “love you” against his lips. And when he finally pushes in, Namjoon gasps so loudly and clings to Jimin’s shoulders, pushing back on his cock.
Maybe Jimin even shows Jungkook how he can get Yoongi to submit with a simple word.
“Hey, Gukk,” Jimin calls, waiting until he has his glazed eyes focused on him. “Watch this.”
Jimin then turns to Yoongi, a devilish smirk curling his lips, eyes dark. “Com’ere,” he calls and Yoongi goes , almost like he’s spellbound.
Jimin smirks down at Jungkook lasciviously. “Sometimes I even let hyung take me apart, he's so good at it. Maybe one day you’ll be just as good Gukk.”
“He’s a fuckin’ sex witch swear to god,” Hoseok mutters but his voice comes out breathy.
“Nah,” Jin responds. “He’s just fuckin’ whipped.”
Yoongi tries to retort, “We’re all fucking whipped for each — ” but then his mouth is too full of Jimin’s fingers to talk, the rest of the sentence coming out slurred. “Suck,” Jimin orders, never stopping the ruthless pace he set as he fucks into Namjoon.
Jimin removes his fingers after a few minutes, instead wrapping his slick fingers around Yoongi’s cock to pull him close. Yoongi lets out a little yelp in surprise, hips bucking into the hand, before his words are muffled by lips.
Jungkook fucking whimpers just from the slight display of dominance, eyes rolling to the back of his head (although it may have something to do with Taehyung fucking into him like a dog in rut). Taehyung's thrusts get sloppier, jabbing inside Jungkook painfully every time Hoseok thrusts his own hips too hard. He has one hand loosely wrapped around Jungkook’s cock, fingernail digging under the foreskin and causing Jungkook to let little pathetic mewls escape from between his lips. The sight is apparently too much for Taehyung because he comes inside Jungkook only seconds later, a cry ripped from his throat.
“Did you ask for permission, pup?” Hoseok gruffs, his punishing thrusts not stopping for a second even though Taehyung had already come.
“No, no, no,” Taehyung cries, shaking his head as if it would convince Hoseok to stop.
“I only let you fuck Jungkook because you said you wanted to take care of him but look — ” Hoseok gestures to Jungkook's drooly face and still hard cock, now hanging limply on his stomach. “Does he look taken care of to you?”
Taehyung shakes his head no as Hoseok digs his nails mercilessly into Taehyung’s hip bones, fucking him hard enough that the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberates throughout the room. “Such a bad boy, guess hyung’s just gonna have to finish the job, huh? Fucking useless.”
Hoseok carefully pulls out of Taehyung before tossing him to the side, taking the now vacated space between Jungkook's legs.
Feigning sympathy, he pouts down at Jungkook, whose whimpering and crying from being on edge for so long. “Poor baby, you must be so hard, but hyung’s here now, okay? Gonna take good care of a pretty little thing like you,” he murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to Jungkook’s forehead.
And god Jin was fucking right, he hits his prostate directly on every thrust and it doesn’t take Jungkook long to come — blubbering and crying, little cock spraying across his chest. Jungkook squeezes hard around Hoseok and it doesn’t take him long to come either.
“So good baby, so fucking perfect for me,” Hoseok sighs, pressing their lips together.
Jungkook relaxes against the bed, completely sated, whimpering when Hoseok finally pulls out of him. His eyes travel to where Namjoon’s still getting fucked by Jimin, Yoongi’s head tucked into the crook of his neck. And he cant see very much because of the awkward angle but he’s fairly certain that Jimin’s jerking him off and it makes Jungkook's cock twitch weakly in interest.
Jin then steps up to take Hoseok’s place, gently kneeling in between his baby boy’s knees. “Oh sweetie, you look like such a pretty mess already, think you can take one more? can you take hyung’s cock inside you?”
The words float over Jungkook's head and they sound kind of fuzzy in his ears but he finds himself nodding along anyways. And he’s so needy, wants to be touched so badly that he reaches grabby hands at Jin to tug him down for a kiss. It’s sloppy and Jungkook misses the mark a few times but Jin doesn’t say anything.
“Want — want hyung to come in me too. Please, please wanna make you feel g-good too.”
“Kookie,” Jin moans, stroking himself faster to Jungkook’s little begs. “ God , you’re such a good fucking boy for hyung” Jin grunts as he slides home, watching in interest as all of the come begins to leak out around him.
Jin fucks him slowly, not wanting to hurt Jungkook after how many times he’s gotten fucked, how sensitive and tired he is. He ends up coming pretty quickly, a little delirious from finally being inside Jungkook and having to wait for so long.
He leans over Jungkook as he spills inside of him, pressing his mouth to his ear as he wraps a hand around his cock to encourage him to come one last time.
“Our messy little baby.”
“Such a good cock slut, hmm?”
“Come on, come for me gukk.”
That’s all it takes before Jungkook’s spurting pathetically one final time against his chest, barely anything managing to spill out. He finally relaxes, exhausted and sated against the bed, pouting his lips for more kisses. And when Jin finally pulls out, the other members are there at the ready with wet towels and more blankets. They clean Gukk up and tell him how good he did and how much they love him. He falls asleep when Jimin slides in besides him, spooning him from behind, the other members join after, curling up and trying to make room on the king sized bed. The last thing he hears before sleep takes him under is Taehyung and Yoongi fighting over who gets to be the big spoon, and he smiles before drifting off.