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It’s interesting; for so long Namjoon dreamed of the chance of being able to show not just Korea, but the whole world what Bangtan can do. But now that the moment is finally here it weighs on him… like a heavy coat that he can never quite manage to take off.
Sure, some days are easier than others; but more often than not it just feels like he’s caught in an endless cycle of sacrifice; always giving and giving and giving. To the company, to their fans, to the whole fucking world.
Overseas schedules are a double edged sword.
There’s this… overwhelming amount of scrutiny on them because they are the first Korean artists to accomplish so many things, to blaze the path and set the milestones for other groups to aspire to. Just a short year ago, Namjoon thought it was amazing for them to even walk a red carpet at an award ceremony in America. Then they won awards. Then they were invited to perform.
And now? Now it’s the Grammy Awards.
He can feel the anxiousness rolling off the rest of the boys as they prepare. And even if they have attended a hundred different ceremonies and he knows his members know how to carry themselves in the public eye, he still feels nervous.
Everyone looks sharp in their black suits; pretty and polished. He knows that as a group they represent so much to so many people. It’s a blessing and a curse; he knows he should be grateful, that his music that he created with his own hands has reached across multiple nations, has touched people’s hearts despite of the barriers of language. But it’s difficult, because there’s always this pressure to live up to expectations.
He’s known the foreign fans wanted this for them, ever since they did the interview at the Grammy museum. And when the album was nominated for an award, the company told them of the overwhelming pride the ARMYs felt for them. In the end they didn’t win the award, but it didn’t matter. There were still here, something that no other group could say.
The importance of that wasn’t lost on Namjoon. Not even for a second.
He’s quiet as they prepare for the red carpet. A couple of the boys are chatting; he can tell from the voices and the laughter that it’s the younger ones teasing Seokjin. His hyung lets them do it because he knows it helps them.
Seokjin has always been kind like that.
Of course Yoongi is quiet, but that’s just Yoongi. But Namjoon can tell he’s happy; the small little grin prominent on his face as the makeup artist touches up his foundation.
Hoseok is sitting next to him, playing around on his phone, never quite able to stay still. Occasionally Yoongi reaches out to touch his leg, to ground him, and it’s like Hoseok remembers how to breathe again.
Before he knows it they’re on the red carpet.
It’s a chaotic mess from the moment they step out of their vehicle, but that’s to be expected. Award shows are always hectic; with so many artists in one place, it’s bound to be busy. The excitement is contagious; many people say hello and ask them for pictures. Interviewers even ask them intelligent questions. He can tell that his members are enjoying themselves and that matters to him.
But he can never quite relax; he knows his members are counting on him… not just as their leader but as their interpreter. He has to be the voice of Bangtan, he has to make sure to represent them well in English, because now the spotlight on them is so bright, and they are on an international stage.
For the most part everything goes smoothly, but there are a few hiccups — moments when he feels like he pauses just a bit too long before speaking in English — and it makes him feel like his throat is clogging up. His only saving grace is that their presentation for the award goes off without a hitch, and that the broadcast that so many people will see — millions of people who have never heard of BTS — is decent. Of course the members aren’t quite in sync when they announce the winner, but from what the managers showed him on SNS, it appears that the crowd found it to be endearing.
They do a short Vlive inside of the hotel room; drinking champagne and chatting with their fans after what has truly been a marathon of a day. The Vlive stops working; the technical team saying it’s because too many fans logged onto the app at once, hence crashing their server, and Namjoon feels a bit guilty that he feels relieved. He knows their international fans want to see them, and the chances are already too few and far between. He knows this but he’s so tired.
Jungkook suggests just recording a short video and uploading it later once the app is back online, and everyone agrees. The time flies by quickly, each of them saying a few words before logging off for good.
Their staff packs up the camera equipment and leaves them alone; and Namjoon feels himself relax just the tiniest bit. He’s conditioned himself to have a bit of a wall up when the staff is around, just to protect their image.
He looks out the window and notices that it’s raining outside and he can’t help but smile; it hardly ever rains in LA, but it looks soothing to him after such a crazy day.
The other members want to go out for dinner to celebrate; truthfully all Namjoon wants is to do is stay in this hotel room and just turn off his brain for at least a week, but he knows he could never have that luxury. They’re already preparing for the next album and there’s deadlines and meetings and at least a hundred people that are counting on him on a daily basis.
So he forces the smile on his face and says he’ll go along with them, trying his best to seem like he’s not just barely holding it together.
He goes to grab his coat when Seokjin appears in front of him, a hand on each of his biceps, holding him in place. “ Namjoon. ”
Namjoon blinks down at him, his hand still loosely holding onto his glass of champagne. “Yeah?”
“How are you?” Seokjin asks, his eyes seemingly boring into Namjoon’s soul.
He hesitates, because he doesn’t like to be a burden. Because he’s the leader and it shouldn’t matter that he’s been on edge all day because this is his job. He is responsible for Bangtan, has been since the day they debuted and truthfully even the years before that. He needs to be strong so that the other members can fly, even if it weighs him down so much that he can’t ever leave the ground.
So he lies, smiling and nodding like none of this is a big deal; like it isn’t fucking insane that they are in the States in the first place, attending the West’s most prestigious music ceremony. Like the fucking Grammy’s was just any other schedule, and Namjoon hasn’t been secretly terrified that he would fuck up and say the wrong thing every single time they ran into another artist or producer or executive that wanted to speak with them.
“I’m fine.” He swears, and looks towards the window once more. “It’s just raining.”
On the inside, sometimes it feels like it’s always raining.
Seokjin squints at him, his handsome face almost blinding from this up close. His hands move up from Namjoon’s arms, tracing past his shoulders and his neck to cradle his face. “ Namjoon. ”
“Hyung…” Namjoon feels like he’s underneath a microscope, like Seokjin’s gaze is picking him apart.
They hold each other’s eyes for what feels like minutes but is only a few seconds, and the older boy sighs at what he finds in Namjoon’s eyes. He raises his voice so his members can hear him. “We’re not going.”
“ Hyung. ” Namjoon tries to protest, hearing the dismayed sounds of the younger ones doing the same.
“But I want meat!” Jungkook complains, the one who is closest to the door and obviously the most eager to go. But Seokjin doesn’t look away from Namjoon, his fingers gently tracing Namjoon’s face.
“Then order it in; get room service, delivery, I don’t care. None of us are leaving.” Seokjin’s voice doesn’t leave room for debate, and that feeling of guilt starts to rise in Namjoon’s stomach again, making him feel slightly ill.
He’s so preoccupied that he jumps when he feels a hand curling into his own, and he tears himself away from his hyung’s stare to find Hoseok at his side. “Namjoonie?” Hoseok laces their fingers together. “Are you okay?”
“It’s just raining.” Namjoon repeats, like that is an answer that will solve anything. Like his words even make sense.
The dancer blinks, his lips twisting down into that infamous pout. His hand comes up to Namjoon’s chest, softly rubbing it. “In your heart?”
“I— I—”
“It’s okay.” Hoseok finds a smile for him, running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “It’s okay, we’re here for you.” He looks behind him, reaching out for Yoongi, who materializes almost immediately. The older rapper almost always seems to be within an arm’s length of Hoseok.
“What do you need?” Is all Yoongi says, his sharp eyes assessing them.
“Food.” Hoseok says simply, and Yoongi nods.
“I’ll take care of it.” And then he’s gone from Namjoon’s line of vision, and it’s just Seokjin and Hoseok again, crowding around him, hands lightly tracing over his skin.
“I’m okay—”
“You’re not.” Seokjin cuts him off. “But that’s okay. We’re here… we’re here for you. ”
“But the others—”
“Love you.” Hoseok finishes for him, his arm wrapping around the taller man’s waist. “They’re just excited. We all are. But sometimes excitement can make you feel a little out of control. You know that.”
Namjoon does. Like the moments right before they go on stage, when he can hear thousands of people screaming their names, and he knows they’ve paid good money to see them and they’re expecting a perfect show. It’s exciting and sickening, all at once. But he loves it; and maybe that makes him a bit crazy but even with all the nerves and pain and exhaustion, he could never not do this. Music is in his blood, and Bangtan is his world.
For more reasons than one.
He hears hushed voices in the background, but it all gets fuzzy when he feels Seokjin’s lips against his own. His hyung kisses him softly, like he might break.
Maybe he will.
(But if he’s with them, it’ll be okay.)
Namjoon knows he’s not a weak person; you can’t be weak in an industry like this, or they’ll eat you alive. And so many people have tried throughout the course of their careers. In the beginning it felt like there were more days they spent in hell than heaven, just trying to make it. All the accusations and the slander… the people who put so much energy into trying to bring them down when all they ever wanted to do was make music… Namjoon could never understand that.
And he had thought that with success would come clarity, but it just simply isn’t true. Because now the game has changed ; there’s new obstacles and new battles to face, and despite however many records they sell, there will still be those people who hear them speak in their mother tongue and will deem them less worthy for it.
But those thoughts start to slip away because Seokjin is kissing him, soft but insistent, coaxing Namjoon out of his darkness and back into the light.
“ Hyungs. ” That’s Jungkook’s voice; right next to his ear and Namjoon isn’t surprised. The youngest of them is always ready to play.
Hoseok touches Namjoon’s chin, turning it towards him when the kiss breaks. “Talk to us.” His voice is so earnest; their sunshine, their caring friend who would do anything to make them smile. He loves Hoseok; he loves them all.
“I’m happy.” He starts, because he is. Today was an important day; a day that they will never forget. This was the start of a new stage in their career, and Namjoon believes deep down in his heart that if they work hard enough, one day they will get the recognition that they so rightly deserve.
But it’s not that simple; Namjoon’s emotions are never that simple. Where there is happiness there is sadness; for him they go hand and hand. “I’m happy but I’m also miserable.”
“ Joon hyung .” Jungkook’s voice sounds stressed; he’s the one that can’t handle it very well when things get emotional. He hates to see his hyungs in pain. “What can I do?”
“Just be here for me.” Namjoon reaches for Jungkook, pulling him into his embrace and pressing kisses into his hair. He hates being the reason that any of them are upset. He does his best to ease their burdens, even when it makes his own more daunting. “Like you always are.”
“Why are you miserable?” Seokjin doesn’t let it go, needing to understand.
“It’s just difficult. It was just a long day. With all the translating—”
“I’ll study harder. I’ll get better at my English.” Jungkook promises, tucking his face into Namjoon’s neck. It makes the older boy smile, and he gently pats his back .
“You’re already doing so well. All of you are trying; I know you are.”
“But we’re not fluent and it makes you have to take care of everything —”
“Jungkook-ah.” Hoseok interrupts him calmly. “It’s alright. We’re lucky to have Namjoonie looking after us. We should praise him, not apologize to him.”
“You know we appreciate you.” Seokjin looks at Namjoon seriously, his eyes showing his honesty. “Maybe we should make an effort to say it more—”
“You tell me practically everyday.” Namjoon argues because they do; all six of them. Even before they were boyfriends, before they started this wonderful and strange and complicated thing that was their relationship, his members had never been shy about telling him just how important he was to Bangtan.
He knew that they all loved him as their leader, but it took time for him to realize that it went deeper than that.
Truthfully it hadn’t been going on for very long; there were certain members that gravitated more to each other than they did to the others in the beginning, but that was okay because it was only natural.
And Namjoon wasn’t blind ; every single one of his members were beautiful, in their own distinct way. He had always seen that in them, but in the last couple years he felt his eyes lingering more and more.
Despite what the press and their companies thought about dating, it was easy to hook up in the industry. There were unlimited ways; managers could make requests or calls if there was someone in particular they wanted to talk to; and it would be a lie to say that multiple idols hadn’t reached out to the members of Bangtan, trying to set something up.
Namjoon always detested the thought of that; especially because the number of love calls grew only after their Western success. Namjoon knew so many people only wanted them for Bangtan ; not for the right reasons. Furthermore, as a demisexual man, the idea of quick fucks with random idols in dirty parlors and motel rooms was something that never intrigued him.
He felt protective over them, didn’t want anyone to use his members… be it physically or emotionally. It took him a long time for him to realize that the reason was because he loved them; not just in the way that a member would, but something deeper… more intense.
Jungkook had been the one to initiate things, a few months after his nineteenth birthday. Namjoon still doesn’t think he’ll ever quite get over how brave the maknae had been, the way he squared his shoulders and blurted out that he had been crushing on Namjoon practically since the moment he met him.
From there it just… evolved. Hotel rooms, champagne, and making history will have that kind of hypnotic effect. That first night — when they were all together for real — happened in Las Vegas, after the Billboard Music Awards, when they got to debut their song on a world class stage.
There had been so many tears that night; of relief and of excitement. And then there were kisses and touches and confessions and so, so much more. There was a point when he didn’t know where one member ended and where another one started, all seven of them so close and connected, and his heart had sung ; that’s when he knew that this is how it was always supposed to be… that one day they would all end up irrevocably together.
And they had talked about it the next day, in a mess of limbs and twisted up sheets, all of them smiling and happy because they could all feel that it was right. And for the most part it had been easy; they already all lived together, worked together, spent practically all of their free time together. But now, when there was privacy and they could be themselves, there were kisses and casual touches that sent shivers up Namjoon’s spine.
They all treat him slightly different because they are different people; they show their love in different ways. Even now, after he admits that everything isn’t quite right, he isn’t surprised that Seokjin goes into defense mode. His hyung is fiercely protective of him, and when they are all together like this , it’s one of the few times that Seokjin’s age makes itself prominent. He orders the other boys around like it’s nothing, and they listen because they trust him.
So when Seokjin declares it’s Namjoon’s night, the response that goes through Namjoon’s body is practically instantaneous. It’s not often that Namjoon asks for that kind of undivided attention — even though he knows his boyfriends will gladly give it, it’s hard for him to speak up about matters like this, to open his mouth and asked to be touched, and that’s why he loves Seokjin so much, because his hyung takes that burden away and does it for him.
There’s a palpable energy in the air now; even if all seven of them are together, that doesn’t mean they are with each other every single night.
They still are practically the busiest people in their industry, and there’s constantly schedules and work to attend to. So the moments when they can carve out time to enjoy all of each other with no interruptions… it’s few and far between and it’s cherished.
If it were up to him, he would jump their bones immediately , but Seokjin insists on all of them eating first. Namjoon knows he’s doing it so they will have the energy for all the wicked things they will get up to later, and he’s grateful. But it also does build the anticipation a bit. They all keep making eyes at each other, heated glances that last just a bit too long. It doesn’t help that Jungkook has practically glued himself to Namjoon’s side, latching his lips to the older boy’s neck in between bites of his dinner.
Once he finishes his plate Hoseok pulls him towards the bathroom, drawing a bath for him in the big fancy tub. He adds in bubbles — probably for his own amusement because he keeps blowing them into Namjoon’s face and laughing hysterically — but it’s fun and it’s calm.
Until it isn’t.
Hoseok starts with a little massage, his small hands sliding smoothing down Namjoon’s wider back in the bathtub, rubbing out the stress and the tension from his muscles. Then his hand is slipping down between Namjoon’s cheeks, rubbing at his hole, slowly but surely opening him up.
“You wanna get fucked tonight, Namjoonie?” Hoseok talks so sweet even when he’s talking dirty; it drives Namjoon absolutely mad. But he nods because he does ; he loves fucking and he loves getting fucked. He’ll take any and everything from his boyfriends because it all feels so good and he loves them.
But it’s his night; which means he’s going to be spoiled, driven mad with pleasure and he can’t wait. His moans start getting louder once Hoseok has three fingers inside of him, and he’s not surprised when Yoongi wanders into the bathroom, a glass of red wine in hand and his face completely passive. To a stranger he would be hard to read, but Namjoon knows him as well as he knows himself. He sees the way Yoongi’s eyes watch Hoseok expertly open up his body, and he can tell that his hyung wants.
And Namjoon wants too.
“ Hyung. ” He moans, looking straight at Yoongi when Hoseok pushes inside of him for the first time. His hands grip at the white porcelain, slipping as Hoseok starts up a rhythm. Yoongi considers him, taking a long sip from his wine before moving closer. He grabs Namjoon by the neck and tilts up his chin, pouring the remainder of his glass down the leader’s throat. Then he replaces the wine with his cock, pushing his length past Namjoon’s lips in a smooth motion.
From there it’s complete sensory overload; Hoseok fucks just like he dances, so fluid but somehow controlled, his thrusts always perfectly measured, expertly hitting Namjoon’s prostate with every push forward.
And Namjoon loves sucking cock; he has the mouth and the lips for it… his boyfriends have told him that plenty. He likes the way Yoongi fills his mouth; not overly big so that it’s painful, but just enough to where it’s still a challenge, still exciting. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing that passive face turn into one of pleasure.
He closes his eyes and devotes himself to the task, licking and sucking as hard as he can, determined to make Yoongi come before he gets out of the water. Hoseok wraps a hand around his cock, jerking Namjoon hard and fast and it’s so fucking much in the best kind of way. He’s moaning so loudly, the water splashing everywhere and making an absolute mess, but he couldn’t care less. When he feels that first splash of come hit his tongue and Yoongi’s body shudders he comes too, screaming around the mouthful of cock, his body going boneless as Hoseok fucks him through it.
Yoongi’s soft cock slips from his lips and Hoseok’s hand releases him, the dancer slowly pulling out, despite the fact that he’s still rock hard.
Namjoon opens his mouth to protest about that but Hoseok kisses him quiet, not looking the slightest bit upset. “S’okay.” He consoles him, running his hands over Namjoon’s slippery wet body. “Hyung will take care of it.”
Yoongi has already slipped his soft cock back into his pants but he nods, sharing one of those meaningful looks with Hoseok that says a thousand words even though nothing is ever spoken.
Namjoon’s still in that post orgasmic haze so he’s clumsy — even more so than usual — so the two rappers gently help him out of the tub. Yoongi throws a towel down on the ground so they won’t slip in the puddle on the tile, and they slowly make their way back to the main room.
The rappers find the vocalists in quite the state; there’ll all naked looking like absolute visions against the pure white sheets. Seokjin sits off to the far right of the California King — the giant bed just barely fitting all seven of them — a smile on his lips as he watches the younger ones.
Jimin’s on his back with Taehyung kissing his lips and Jungkook kissing his cock, writhing in between the two of them. Jimin’s insatiable in his pleasure; always eager to have as many hands and as many cocks near him as possible during their heated moments.
He makes eye contact with Namjoon as the rappers help him towards the bed, and he pulls Jungkook off his cock his a firm hand in his hair. “Joonie hyung’s back.” Jimin whispers at Jungkook’s noise of protest, shifting his body further up the bed.
“Did you fuck him?” Seokjin’s voice cuts across the room, his tone purely inquisitive.
“Yes.” Hoseok answers, positioning Namjoon — still wet from the bath, water droplets falling down his beautiful body — right in the center of the bed on his back. “He came once.”
“Let’s make him come again.” Jungkook perks up, crawling over and immediately pulling Namjoon’s cock into his mouth. The leader groans, no longer over sensitive but still insanely turned on.
Seokjin grabs Taehyung — who happens to be the closest to him at the moment — and pulls him into a kiss. “I think Namjoon would like another one of our pretty boys to fuck him.”
“You’re all pretty.” Namjoon groans, because they are — the prettiest fucking boys on the planet and for reasons he’ll never understand, he’s lucky enough to be loved by all of them.
“ Jungkook. ” Seokjin calls out with authority, and the younger boy backs off Namjoon’s cock with a lewd pop. Then the oldest moves over to Namjoon, looking him in his eyes. “You need to stop thinking for a while, gorgeous? Turn that big brain of yours off?”
“ Yes. ” Just the thought of it is enough to make him tear up in desire. “Yes, yes, please —”
“You don’t have to beg.” Seokjin shushes him, kissing him softly before nodding at Taehyung, who swiftly stands and makes his way to the center of the mattress. “We’re going to make you feel so good. All three of our babies are going to take care of you. All at once.”
“Oh my god. ”
“Come here, Jiminie. I’m gonna keep your ass full while you suck his cock.” Seokjin gives out a few more instructions and just like that, the game’s back on.
Taehyung grabs ahold of Namjoon’s thighs and drags him to the end of the bed, spreading his legs wide. He takes a moment to bend down and get his tongue inside of him, his nails biting into Namjoon’s skin. He eats him out until Namjoon is shaking, begging for his cock, begging for more.
Taehyung’s got the biggest cock out of all of them, so Jungkook slicks it up for him real nice before he kneels between Namjoon’s legs. His style of fucking is a bit more relaxed but with a cock like his it has to be. He stretches Namjoon so wide that the leader sees stars, throwing his head back in complete ecstasy.
Jimin gets his mouth around Namjoon’s cock which is a treat in itself. Their dancer is the undisputed favorite when it comes to cock sucking, with his long tongue and puffy lips. And he takes pride in it, loves making it just as special for the people watching as it is for the person he’s servicing. He gets on his elbows and knees, waving his ass invitingly in Seokjin’s face and arching his back as he swirls his tongue around Namjoon’s cock.
The sight of that is enough to break Jungkook’s restraint, and he straddles Namjoon’s face without a second thought. Seokjin takes one of Namjoon’s hands, grounding him as the younger boys have their way with him.
Then he’s curling his fingers into Jimin’s body, already stretched and open from when Taehyung played with him earlier. Jimin gets loud , and it’s only Namjoon’s cock in his mouth that keeps the noise level to a reasonable amount.
Namjoon closes his eyes and opens his mouth, letting the youngest slide in with no resistance. He relaxes his jaw and tilts his chin up, Jungkook cradling the back of his head as he fucks forward.
And it’s good for a little while, but Namjoon needs more. He wants it hard… he wants it to be mindless. He wants his boys to use him because he loves them and he knows he’s safe with them. He knows they’ll never hurt him, they’ll always protect him, always adore him just as much as he adores them.
But he’s got a cock in his mouth and three boys on him so he can’t move much. He squeezes Seokjin’s hand, cutting his eyes over to him to make eye contact, and of course his hyung understands.
“Kookie… come in his mouth. He wants it. He wants you to fuck his face and come down his throat.”
Jungkook groans at that; dirty talk always gets him riled up. He puts both of his hands on the headboard, shifting up a bit on his knees before really letting loose. He thrusts into Namjoon’s mouth hard, so his cock slips in all the way to the base, and it’s heavenly. Namjoon chokes a bit on it but that’s what he likes; likes being overwhelmed by the touch and the smell and the sight of it.
The youngest is a talker, nonsensical statements slipping out of his lips as he gets closer to his climax. And Namjoon loves it, likes seeing Jungkook get fucked out because he’s so god damn pretty. So he opens his eyes, watching with glee when Jungkook finally reaches that precipice, shooting down his throat with a broken hyung.
He climbs off Namjoon and curls up to his side, watching Taehyung continue to fuck him as Jimin works the magic of his mouth on Namjoon. But Seokjin senses Namjoon wants it harder so he pulls his fingers free from Jimin’s ass and taps him on the bottom.
“Go fuck our baby. Look how cute he looks.” Seokjin encourages him, and Jimin crawls over to Jungkook with a smile, already pushing his muscular legs apart.
Yoongi and Hoseok are on the left side of the bed, and Seokjin can tell by the expression on Yoongi’s face that the dancer is already balls deep inside of him. Yoongi likes watching — always has — and up on his side like Hoseok has him, he has the perfect view of everything and everyone.
“ Taehyung. ” The younger boy looks to Seokjin, his prominent brow quirking in interest. “Fuck him for real. ”
Namjoon groans at that; his jaw is aching and his body feels sore but he wants it… oh how he wants it.
He can hear the sounds of the two couples fucking next to him and it’s driving him crazy because they are so hot together… everyone is so fucking hot together. But he doesn’t have much time to ponder it because Taehyung is flipping him over to his hands and knees.
He already feels his body shaking; he can’t help but laugh. He looks at Seokjin with bleary eyes. “You’re a menace, hyung.”
“You’re welcome.” Seokjin simply winks at him, before nodding for Taehyung to continue.
In this position Taehyung’s big cock feels even larger ; Namjoon is sure he’s going to go out of his mind.
Now that it’s just him and Taehyung, the younger boy doesn’t have to be careful with him. He can thrust forward as hard and as deep as he wants, and Namjoon’s swiftly turning into a mumbling mess.
When he feels Taehyung’s cock brush across his prostate he has to bite the pillow, unable to hold back his screams for a second longer. Seokjin slithers closer then, pulling the pillow out of his mouth and replacing it with his fingers, pressing three of them past Namjoon’s thick lips to keep him quiet.
“Gonna come.” Taehyung warns, and Namjoon nods, not capable of words at the moment but just needing it. He hears a high pitched moan that can only belong to Jimin, and Namjoon manages to turn his head just in time to see Jimin pull out and come all over Jungkook’s sculpted abs. It makes him feel absolutely dizzy.
Then he feels Taehyung’s big cock press in one last time, and then Taehyung’s groaning, that deep, guttural sound that’s so fucking sexy, and Namjoon loses it; tears sprouting from his eyes as his cock twitches, coming untouched as Taehyung empties his seed inside of him.
“Gorgeous.” Seokjin praises, slipping his fingers free from Namjoon’s mouth. Taehyung pulls out with a groan and then Seokjin’s knocking the leader over to his back.
“ H — hyung .” He cries, staring up at Seokjin for guidance… for salvation.
The older boy licks his lips, running his hands down over Namjoon’s amply shaped chest, twirling his thumbs around his nipples. “You can handle one more cock, can’t you Namjoon? You can make me proud?”
Namjoon nods, the back of his hand resting against his lips as he watches his hyung get himself ready for him.
“I don’t think I even need lube; I can just use Taehyung’s come.” Seokjin jokes but even the thought of that is enough to make Namjoon’s temperature rise.
The maknaes are worn out and cuddling on the right side of the bed, and Hoseok is still fucking Yoongi on the left, because his stamina is no fucking joke. He reaches out for Yoongi’s hand and the rapper takes it, lacing their fingers together.
“How sweet.” Seokjin comments, pushing up on Namjoon’s thick thighs. “You’re probably sensitive, aren’t you Namjoon? You’re getting close to your limit. You think you can come one more time?”
Namjoon nods; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try.
Seokjin whispers something to Hoseok and the dancer makes a noise of agreement. He gently pulls out of Yoongi and the rapper makes a sound of protest, but Hoseok drags his body closer to Namjoon, so they’re right next to each other, and then he pushes right back in.
The leader looks up at Seokjin, feeling empty and desperate, and the older boy smirks. “Don’t pout, Namjoon. I’m going to fuck you so well baby. My gorgeous little baby.”
“Please. Please. ”
“You want me to turn you into a mess? Look at you; already covered in your own come.” He teasingly pushes his thumb into Namjoon’s wet center. “You’re leaking here too baby. And you still need more ?”
“Seokjin hyung. Need Seokjin hyung’s cock, please. ”
The older boy grabs his cock in hand, teasingly tracing it around Namjoon’s opening. It’s a thing; Seokjin almost always fucks Namjoon last. They’ve never discussed the why of it out loud, but it probably has to do with Seokjin being the one who can read him the best.
He can tell when to push harder and when to reel it back in. And after a long session like this, when Namjoon’s fucked out and pliant, he trusts Seokjin more than anyone to keep him dangling on that razor thin edge between pain and pleasure.
He pushes in slow; it’s easy to slide in because Taehyung’s cock stretched Namjoon so well, but he’s got a decent girth to him so he knows Namjoon still feels it.
Then he keeps a steady pace, snapping his hips in deep before dragging himself out and repeating it.
Hoseok is next to him, Yoongi’s legs around his waist as he fucks into him. His lips find Namjoon’s briefly, before he pushes Namjoon and Yoongi’s faces together.
Yoongi likes kissing a lot ; possibly enjoys it as much as he enjoys getting fucked. He can make out for hours and never get tired. But now he’s experiencing both of his favorite things at once, so he moans happily into Namjoon’s mouth, his tongue pressing past the leader’s lips.
There’s something about seeing Namjoon and Yoongi getting lost in each other’s kisses that makes both Hoseok and Seokjin wanna go harder. The boys are still holding hands while they get fucked and they look so pretty.
Namjoon’s hand finds Yoongi’s cock — so giving, even when so caught up in his own pleasure — and the extra stimulation is enough to make Yoongi cry out and tense up. He’s not loud, but he bites down on Namjoon’s lip, stifling his moan as he comes all over Namjoon’s hand.
Hoseok feels Yoongi's body tighten down around him and he follows suit, a broken little moan coming out as he practically collapses down on top of his hyung.
Seokjin grabs Namjoon’s wet hand, and urges him to make a fist around his own cock, Yoongi’s come providing enough slide to make the motion easier. Namjoon wails at the stimulation, thrashing his head around as Seokjin ups his tempo.
“You can take it baby. You can take all of us. You were made for us.”
Namjoon tears up, all of his emotions rushing to the surface.
“Let go, Namjoon. Let go.”
At this point it isn’t a physical release; but an emotional one. Seokjin grips his hands around Namjoon’s hips, thrusting harder as he gets nearer to his climax.
He waits until the tears fall freely down Namjoon’s cheeks, always ensuring that Namjoon gets what he needs before he finds his own release. And then he’s coming deep inside of him, bending down to kiss Namjoon’s lips as he tumbles over the edge.
After that it’s a blur for Namjoon; he’s hazy and fucked completely senseless.
Everything is bright and overwhelming and good .
Each of this boyfriends help tend to him, pressing kisses across his body and praising him for taking them all so well. He feels needy but unashamed; clinging to them and kissing them back just as fiercely as he confesses his love for them.
He comes down from his high gently, the fog from his pleasure lifting slowly as the minutes tick by and the moon rises higher in the sky. It bathes the room in shadows, and Namjoon feels more content than he has in weeks.
Seokjin reaches out to flip off the lamp on the nightstand to cover the room in darkness. The boys are are naked and filthy, but no one moves and no one cares.
It’s nice in a way; to be covered in each other’s come and wrapped up in each other’s warm. It’s primal and it’s personal ; something they are hardly ever allowed to be.
Namjoon curls himself into Seokjin’s body, letting the older boy cradle him close. Seokjin’s fingers trace down Namjoon’s face, his lips pressing the gentlest kisses into the leader’s skin.
“Is it still raining, Namjoon?”
It’s quiet — the sounds of sex now replaced with those of sleep — only the soft breathing and content sighs are left behind after a wild night together.
Namjoon can hear the raindrops against the window, the consistent little tap, tap, taps .
“No.” He answers, kissing Seokjin’s hand.
His heart feels lighter; all the stress and fear rendered powerless in the face of his boyfriends’ love.
“Not anymore.”