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Taehyung wakes up happy on Friday morning. At the beginning of the semester him and Jungkook had decided not to take any classes on Fridays, technically giving them a long weekend. That means staying in bed all day making out and giving each other lazy handjobs. And maybe they could go to a club or something in the evening. He grins and snuggles against Jungkook’s warm body.
“Hyungie?” Jungkook murmurs, licking his dry lips and rubbing his eyes with balled-up fists. God, he’s adorable in the mornings. Taehyung pecks him on the lips despite their morning breath.
“Yes, baby?”
Jungkook smiles a wide, toothy grin and leans in for another kiss.
“We have the day all to ourselves.” he says happily, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung hums and peppers kisses down the column of Jungkook’s neck.
“We do, baby. What do you wanna do?”
Jungkook shrugs and sighs. Taehyung raises an eyebrow.
“You okay?”
Jungkook nods.
“I just… don’t take this personally baby, but I want a more permanent Dom. Like, for the two of us.” he murmurs, hiding his face in the pillow. Taehyung chuckles.
“Baby? Look at me. I was thinking we could go to the club this evening. Or maybe visit the dungeon. How does that sound?”
Jungkook immediately perks up and glances at Taehyung from between his fingers.
“You’re not mad at me?”
Taehyung gives him a big, cheesy grin and ruffles his hair.
“Listen, baby, we’re both subs, it’s in our nature to want a Dom. There’s no shame in that. Of course I’m not mad, I absolutely love that idea.”
Jungkook smiles so widely his eyes crinkle into little crescent shapes.
“Before that can you fuck me?” he asks. Taehyung glances down and notices the growing bulge in Jungkook’s shorts. He ghosts his fingers over it and Jungkook whimpers.
“Of course baby. I would love to.”
Taehyung had discovered he was a submissive top at the proud age of 17. His girlfriend had stated that she wanted to be fucked, but wanted to be in control. At the time he had found it weird but obeyed. It was only once he’d ridden out the last waves of the most intense orgasm of his life did he realise that was what he wanted.
That’s why he and Jungkook click so well. Jungkook is most probably the subbiest sub Taehyung has ever met but he’s strictly a bottom and well. That’s never a problem.
Taehyung fingers Jungkook through one orgasm, both of them panting into the other’s mouth, before fucking him through two more. He’s so sensitive, has once come just from Taehyung talking dirty into his ear. Granted, Taehyung had come from that too, but that’s beside the point.
“Imagine what it would be like to have a proper Dom.” Taehyung whispers when Jungkook is sitting just on the brink of his fourth orgasm. Taehyung is perfectly still inside of him. “Or two. Or maybe even three. Imagine them leaning over you and- oh” he breaks off to whimper as Jungkook clenches around him, “and fucking you until you can’t breathe and can’t speak and can’t say anything but their names. Imagine it baby.”
Jungkook nods and clutches Taehyung’s back tight.
“O-oh,” he whimpers, scratching red marks into the honey skin, “I am, ah- But baby, i-imagine a small, pretty Dom who would let you fuck them until they come and slap you around a give you orders and- ah- stop you from coming until you’re so, so desperate.”
Taehyung’s a mess, panting into Jungkook’s sweat-slick neck. His younger boyfriend knows just how to rile him up, just how to bring him to the brink of his own orgasm. If he’s counting correctly, it’ll also be his fourth of the day. He can’t stop his hips from kicking forwards. That’s what pushes Jungkook over the edge, has him coming so hard him vision blanks out but it’s dry, leaves him gasping and panting into Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Will you help me come, baby?” Taehyung asks, stroking his hair. Jungkook nods and reaches down to where Taehyung is still inside of him. It’s filthy, all wet and sticky from the lube and his previous orgasms but Jungkook groans, feeling how he’s stretched to accommodate Taehyung inside him.
“Want you to come on my face.” he whimpers. Taehyung moans and pulls out slowly, leaving Jungkook open and gaping and dripping.
“Open up, bub.” he instructs, crawling up Jungkook’s body. Jungkook lets his eyes slip shut and opens his mouth, tongue lolling out over his bottom lip. Taehyung slides a slick finger over the head of his cock and that’s all it takes to have him coming all over Jungkook’s pretty flushed cheeks and button nose and tongue. Unlike Jungkook’s he’s more than capable of producing come four times in a row, prides himself on it even.
“Thank you hyungie.” Jungkook whispers, wiping the come off his face with two fingers and sucking on them hungrily. Taehyung groans and wraps him in his arms.
“Fuck, I love you baby.”
Jungkook hums happily and settles back against the pillow.
“Sleep now, hyungie.”
Taehyung nods. Yes, that sounds like a great idea.
They wake up in the middle of the afternoon. Taehyung slips out of Jungkook’s loose embrace and heads for the kitchen. Soon pancakes are sitting on a plate in the middle of the table, surrounded by bottles of syrups and jams. Jungkook enters the kitchen rubbing his eyes, tugging his oversized shirt down where it’s ridden up his stomach.
“Pancakes?” his eyes light up and he slides into Taehyung’s lap at the table. Taehyung nods and feeds him a bite. Jungkook moans and Taehyung slaps him on the thigh.
“Stop that.” he chuckles. Jungkook grins at him devilishly. He then proceeds to moan in appreciation at every mouthful Taehyung feeds him.
The evening comes almost too soon.
“Are we gonna head to the club?” Jungkook asks. Taehyung nods and kisses him on the cheek.
“Go put something pretty on,” he says, “but my baby looks pretty no matter what, doesn’t he?”
Jungkook blushes and heads for the bedroom, leaving Taehyung to attend to the dirty dishes from their late lunch.
“Do I look pretty hyung?” there’s a little murmur from the hallway. Taehyung dries the last plate and turns to face Jungkook, a gasp catching in his throat.
“Baby-”
Jungkook has gone for an oversized baby blue hoodie paired with distressed light blue jeans and pink platform doc martens and he looks utterly delectable. There are little barrettes clipped into his fluffy hair and around his neck is a delicate baby pink choker with a heart at the front. Stepping closer to him Taehyung can see the glittery eyeshadow on his eyelids and the peachy lip gloss he’s applied. He leans in for a kiss and Jungkook giggles.
“You’ll get lip gloss on your lips too.” he says. Taehyung cups Jungkook’s cheeks and kisses him again.
“Doesn’t matter.” he shrugs, “Hyung is gonna go and get dressed now okay?”
Jungkook nods and pulls his sleeves down into sweater paws.
“Baby will wait.” he grins, curling around a cushion on the sofa. Taehyung strokes his back and heads for the bedroom.
He pulls out item after item, finally settling on a pale pink oversized sweater and little denim shorts. He pulls on knee-high pink and white striped socks and his silver sparkly doc martens, finishing with a matching baby blue collar with the little heart. He dabs on some pale blue eyeshadow and the same peachy lip gloss as Jungkook and throws a little backpack over his shoulder for their phones and money.
“Ready to go, baby?”
Having slept practically all day, Jungkook is bursting with energy as they walk out the door to the car.
“Maybe we’ll meet a Dom!” he exclames excitedly, almost bouncing in his seat. Taehyung steers the car around a corner and onto the main road.
“If that’s what you’re looking for, then no drinking. You can’t give consent to anything while under the influence.”
Jungkook nods and fixes his barrettes.
The signs out the front of the club shine bright in the crisp evening. Taehyung holds Jungkook’s hand tight as they approach it. On the surface it may seem like your average night club, but past the flashing lights and booming music, behind the main room and down a flight of stairs is the dungeon reserved for BDSM. Taehyung guides Jungkook through the crowds and down the stairs, lights in both their eyes. At the entrance they slide pink bands over their wrists, indicating that they’re both subs.
It’s almost dark down in the dungeon, save for the dim purple lights. On one side of the room Doms have their subs suspended in the air, tied in beautiful shibari knots and on the other Doms and subs alike mingle. Taehyung leads Jungkook into the crowd. Jungkook glances around, eyes catching on all the Doms standing with leashes in their hands. He wants that. Wants to wear a collar and be tugged around on a leash. He gulps and suppresses the spark of pleasure that’s set alight in the pit of his stomach.
“Want something to eat, baby?” Taehyung asks. He finds them a little booth at the back of the dungeon and pick up a menu from the table. “It’s on me tonight.”
Jungkook grins happily and leans on Taehyung’s shoulder to read the menu.
“Oh, baby, look over there.” Taehyung murmurs, eyeing a man over the other side of the club. Jungkook follows his gaze and gulps audibly. The man is absolutely beautiful, small in stature and about Taehyung’s age. He has jet black hair that he brushes back messily and a short-sleeved button up tucked into black slacks that leave nothing to the imagination: his legs are long and lean and toned and although he’s fairly short he looks as if he could lift either of them without a struggle. One glance at his smouldering gaze and Taehyung knows for sure that he’s a Dom. He’s watching the sub suspended in the air boredly, alternating between checking his watch and running his hand through his hair. The band around his wrist is indeed blue, indicative of a Dom.
Someone taps him on the shoulder. The man turns around and smiles, pressing a kiss to one, two, three, four people’s lips. Taehyung and Jungkook are thrown. The man is already taken. But when Taehyung checks the wrists of the four other people he’s surprised: they’re all Doms. His heart sinks a little. Maybe the man is only interested in Doms? It’s possible. Jungkook seems to have noticed too.
“He’s taken.” he says, eyes downcast. Taehyung ruffles his hair and holds him tight against his side.
“You never know, baby.” he examines the four other people. The first one is tall, his proportions almost out of this world: he has the longest legs Taehyung has ever seen, and two beautiful little dimples on his cheeks. The second is almost as tall, with fluffy blonde hair and thick, pouty lips. The two of them are holding hands, talking animatedly with the first man. The third man is small, even smaller than the first, and has dirty blonde hair and pretty little cat’s eyes. He’s cuddled up with a slightly taller man with slicked-back caramel brown hair and a smile in the shape of a heart. All five of them seem to be very well acquainted, if their initial kisses are indicative of anything.
They approach the table Taehyung and Jungkook are sitting at, choosing a booth for themselves behind theirs. Jungkook looks up at Taehyung with wide eyes.
“We could go talk to them.” he whispers. Taehyung nods. Just as he’s about to get up, almost shaking with nerves, someone clears their throat at the end of their table. It’s the first man. Taehyung sits back down and holds Jungkook against his side.
“Yes?”
The man smiles.
“Hey, I’m Jimin. Sorry if I scared you there.”
Taehyung shakes his head.
“No, you’re fine.” he struggles to find words. “You- you’re a Dom, right?”
“Straight to the point, aren’t we?” Jimin grins. Taehyung blushes. “What’s your name, cutie?”
“Taehyung. And this is Jungkook.”
Jimin eyes them appreciatively.
“You’re both beautiful.” he murmurs. “Such pretty subs.”
Jungkook makes this odd little squeak and hides his face in Taehyung’s shoulder.
“Tha- thank you.” Taehyung replies. Jimin hums.
“So polite, too. Do you want to come and meet my boyfriends? They’re all Doms, so if that’s overwhelming just say so.”
Taehyung shakes his head determinedly.
“You wanna go meet Jimin-ssi’s boyfriends, baby?”
Jungkook nods and flutters his long, pretty lashes. They get up together, Jungkook tugging on the hem of his oversized hoodie. He’s nervous, Taehyung can tell by the slight tremble in his plush bottom lip.
The four other boys sitting around the table are no less stunning up close. They’re all dressed in similar clothes as Jimin’s, except the cat-eyed boy who’s drowning in an oversized black hoodie. They greet Taehyung and Jungkook with warm smiles and kind words.
“You two are beautiful.” the dimpled man says in awe.
“Jimin-ah, how’d you manage to pick up such gorgeous subs? And two of them?” the man with the heart-shaped smile exclames. Jungkook blushes happily and sits down on Taehyung’s lap.
“I suppose we can get straight down to business.” the blonde man says, shrugging.
“We should probably introduce ourselves first.” the man with the dimples says. “I’m Namjoon.”
The blonde man is Seokjin, the one with cat eyes is Yoongi and the one with the heart smile is Hoseok.
“I’m Taehyung.” Taehyung says, “And this is Jungkook.”
“I assume we’re all here for the same reason.” Jimin says. They all nod. “We want to do a Scene.”
“Actually-” Jungkook starts, “Taetae and I were sort of looking for more long-term Doms.” he murmurs shyly. Hoseok coos.
“We can always try that.” he says, “If we click well. What are you two into?”
He’s blunt in his questioning, but neither Taehyung or Jungkook can find it in them to mind.
“We’re… both pretty soft subs.” Taehyung says. “Jungkookie likes being praised. A lot. Neither of us mind being roughed around a little, or a bit of humiliation, just… nothing too extreme. No degrading. He’s a bottom and I’m a top.”
Jimin nods.
“Lucky for you, we’re all fairly soft Doms. Only a couple of us are really into the more hardcore stuff.”
They settle into their spots at the table, chatting comfortably and organising a possible Scene down to each excruciating detail. Jungkook squirms in Taehyung’s lap at the mention of all of them taking turns fucking him, growing hard in his jeans. Taehyung soothes him with a gentle hand in his hair.
“So it’s settled. We exchange numbers and the scene will happen tomorrow afternoon?”
The next day can’t come fast enough. Taehyung denies Jungkook any form of release, making him jittery and restless and impatient, but he knows it’ll be worth it.
There’s a knock on the door at three o’clock. All five Doms are standing on the doorstep looking absolutely impeccable. Taehyung’s knees almost buckle as he opens the door.
“C-come in.”
Him and Jungkook are dressed in matching hoodies again, Jungkook’s black and Taehyung’s navy blue, and little cotton shorts. Jungkook had spent and absolute eternity in the bathroom shaving his legs as soon as he’d woken up. Lucky for Taehyung, he’d already done his a couple days ago.
They sit down together on the floor, Jungkook in Taehyung’s lap as the Doms sit comfortably on the couch.
“Kneel.” Jimin orders, voice hard as steel. Jungkook crawls out of Taehyung’s lap and they kneel side by side on the floor. Even though he prefers a softer Dom, Jungkook can’t deny what that tone of voice does to him.
“Don’t they look so pretty.” Jimin continues, getting up from his spot on the sofa to walk slow circles around them. The other Doms all nod, gazing down at them with lust pooling in their eyes. Jungkook whimpers.
“How about we put those pretty mouths to good use, huh?”
Taehyung and Jungkook let their mouths drop open, pink tongues sticking out just past their lips. There’s an appreciative groan from Hoseok, always vocal about what pleases him.
Jimin approaches Jungkook and leans down towards him, slipping two fingers past his lips. He presses them further and further into his hot little mouth until they hit the back of his throat but, as expected, Jungkook’s gag reflex doesn’t kick in. He had proudly admitted to not having one while they were discussing the scene.
“Come. Do the same to our little Taehyungie.” Jimin gestures for Seokjin to come over. He does, and follows Jimin in jamming his fingers down Taehyung’s throat. He doesn’t do it gently, not like Jimin had done, knows Taehyung likes being hurt a little. He chokes and splutters around the fingers but doesn’t pull away, especially when Seokjin winds a hand into his hair to keep him in place.
This continues for a little while until Jimin sighs and pulls his fingers from Jungkook’s mouth. He wipes them on Jungkook’s pretty flushed cheek and grins cruelly when he whimpers.
“I’m gonna finger myself for Tae, and Yoongi, can you prepare Jungkook for Namjoon?” Jimin sits back against the cushions, a bottle of lube in his hands. He pulls his jeans off and drapes them over the back of the couch, squirting a more than substantial amount of lube onto his fingers. Yoongi takes it from his hands and guides Jungkook onto his lap on the floor. The poor boy already seems out of it, if the glassy look in his eyes is anything to go by.
“Hyung’s gonna finger you now okay, baby? Get you nice and loose for Namjoon’s cock. He’s pretty big you know, Kookie, wanna make sure it doesn’t hurt too much.”
Jungkook whimpers and nods, tugging his sleeves over his hands into little sweater paws. Yoongi wants nothing more than to press him into the floor and fuck him until he’s crying, but. Good things come to those who wait. Instead he tugs Jungkook’s little shorts off and squeezes lube onto his fingers. Jungkook moans quietly at the first press of Yoongi’s long fingers against his hole, burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Feels good, baby?”
Jungkook nods and sniffles.
Up on the couch, Jimin throws his head back as his fingers brush over his prostate. He has his legs spread all obscene, on display for everyone to see. Taehyung watches him hungrily, hips kicking up unconsciously.
“Stop it.” Hoseok spits. “Stay still.”
Taehyung nods and curls his fingers into the fabric of his shorts.
“Yoongi,” Jimin gasps. Yoongi looks up at him questioningly. Jimin gestures to Jungkook with his free hand. “Edge him.”
Jungkook sniffles and whines into Yoongi’s hoodie.
“No, hyung, please-”
Yoongi shushes him with a gentle slap to his thigh. He continuously presses against Jungkook’s prostate with his fingers, winding him up and bringing him devastatingly close to orgasm. Jungkook’s thighs starts shaking. Yoongi removes his fingers. That’s when the tears start.
Being a sub himself, Taehyung has never really edged Jungkook before. It’s something Jungkook had been interested in for a while, and had discussed it at length with the five Doms. But never in his life had he expected it to feel so overwhelmingly good.
“I think he’s ready.” Yoongi hums, bringing his fingers up to Jungkook’s lips so he can lick them clean. “Namjoon, come get him.”
Jungkook’s head is spinning. They’re all talking about like he’s not there and it makes him feel… hot. Too hot. Sweltering. Namjoon approaches him on the floor and gathers a whimpering Jungkook into his arms, a gentle look in his eyes despite the underlying lust.
“Gonna fuck you good, okay baby?”
Jungkook sniffles and nods, clinging onto Namjoon’s body like a lifeline. Namjoon sits back on the couch with Jungkook in his lap, swiveled around to face the others. He has nothing to cling onto, nothing to ground himself as Namjoon breaches him. Everyone’s eyes are on him, even Jimin who’s stilled his fingers inside himself in favour of watching. Jungkook’s eyes roll back in his head once Namjoon’s bottomed out. Yoongi was right, he’s big, so big he can almost feel it in his stomach. Jungkook’s cheeks burn a pretty pink under everyone’s stares as Namjoon pulls his shorts and underwear completely off, exposing his flushed cock and stretched pink hole to everyone.
“What a pretty boy.” Hoseok groans appreciatively, palming himself through his jeans. Namjoon thrusts up once, twice, his fingers squeezed around the base of Jungkook’s cock to stop him from coming.
“Get him a cock ring.” Jimin says. Seokjin reaches into his bag and pulls out a pink silicone cock ring, handing it over to Namjoon. He slides it down the length of Jungkook’s cock, who cries and whimpers and writhes.
“No- no, please, don’t, I-” then he remembers. Orgasm denial feels fucking amazing, and cock rings cause dry orgasms, right? Jimin had told him that when they’d discussed the further technicalities of the Scene, and that’s definitely something he’s interested in. He relaxes back against Namjoon’s chest, lets himself be used until the pressure against his prostate becomes too much and he comes dry for the first time in his life. His breath catches in his throat. God, that feels fucking unreal. Since he hasn’t actually come he feels even more desperate, if that’s possible, rocking his hips firmly back against Namjoon’s.
“What a good boy.” Hoseok croons, approaching so he can wind a hand into Jungkook’s hair. He uses that grip to tilt his head to the side and suck a blooming purple bruise into the side of his neck, and Jungkook stuffs a sweater paw in his mouth to stifle the ensuing whimper.
Across the room Jimin sighs.
“Tae, come here.” he crook his finger in Taehyung’s direction and lies back comfortably against the arm of the sofa. Taehyung stands up on shaky legs and walks over to the sofa.
“Fuck me.” Jimin orders, voice hard and cold as steel. Soft Dom, my ass. Taehyung whimpers and lines himself up with Jimin.
When he pushes in Jimin throws his head back against the arm of the couch. He tries to remain stoic, but the crease in his brow betrays him.
“Am I… am I good?” Taehyung asks timidly. Jimin’s face breaks out into a grin. It’s the first one Taehyung’s seen ever since their scene started, and it makes a wonderful warmth bloom in his chest.
“So good, baby.” Jimin replies, wrapping his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. “Now, are you gonna be good for me? Fuck me until I come?”
Taehyung nods determinedly. He pulls his hips back and thrusts in once, twice, until Jimin’s eyes are screwed shut and he groans.
“Fuck, baby, you’re big.” he murmurs, one hand settling on Taehyung’s hip. He gives it a gentle squeeze, before rearing back and slapping him on the thigh. Taehyung gasps and buries his face in Jimin’s shoulder. God, how is he so close and when they’ve barely even started?
A few more thrusts in and he starts shaking.
“Close,” he murmurs into the heated skin of Jimin’s shoulder, “‘M close.”
Jimin scoffs and pulls his head up by the hair.
“That the best you’ve got? Disappointing.”
Taehyung positively sobs. Jimin just has this way of knowing how to treat him, when to smile and encourage him and when to be mean. Taehyung loves it.
“No, no I swear, I- ah, baby can do better, I promise-”
Jimin scoffs.
“Then show me.”
Taehyung nods and thrusts into Jimin again, but his thighs are shaking and Jimin’s gaze is reducing his whole body to utter jelly. He sobs. Hot tears run down his face and pool in the dip of Jimin’s collarbone. Jimin rolls his eyes.
“Fine. If you’re not gonna do the work I’ll do it myself.” he flips them over swiftly, pressing Taehyung into the couch. His thighs, thick and beautifully muscular, frame Taehyung’s slim waist.
Jungkook moans across the room, high-pitched and breathy. He shudders through his third dry orgasm, clutching at Namjoon’s forearms that hold tight around his waist. He feels delirious, pleasure coursing through his veins like liquid fire. Hoseok steps into his field of vision, a gentle smile on his face.
“Is baby feeling okay?” he asks, cupping Jungkook’s jaw in one hand. Namjoon stills his thrusts and Jungkook frowns.
“Baby- baby feels good. Why did you stop?” he sniffles, nuzzling into Hoseok’s palm.
“I think you might have slipped, baby.” Hoseok murmurs, brushing his hands through Jungkook’s soft, sweaty hair. Jungkook hums.
“Feel floaty. Really floaty. Feels nice.”
“D’you want to continue?”
Jungkook nods desperately. He’s been kept right on the brink of orgasm for what feels like hours, but has probably been only twenty minutes or so. Hoseok nods and gestures for Namjoon to continue. The ring is tight around Jungkook’s cock. His head is spinning. He needs to come, god, he really needs to. But he’s a good boy, so he throws his head back against Namjoon’s shoulder and loses himself to the overwhelming pleasure of another dry orgasm.
Hoseok strokes his hair and palms at the straining bulge in his own jeans.
“What a good boy.”
Jungkook whimpers. Namjoon’s thrusts become sloppy.
“I’m gonna come in you, baby.” he says, lips ghosting the shell of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook nods and gasps and Namjoon fills him up, dripping down the inside of his thighs with how much there is.
“Yoongi-ah,” Jimin orders, stilling on Taehyung’s cock. “Tie him up.”
Taehyung whimpers and wriggles under Jimin’s firm grip. Yoongi grins and reaches into his bag for a coil of silky red rope. It matches the honey tan of Taehyung’s skin so well, soaks up the sweat that drips down his forearms. When his arms are secure above his head Jimin grins and begins riding Taehyung again with renewed vigour.
“I’m gonna ride you until you come,” he gasps out, hands pressed firmly against Taehyung’s broad chest, “And then I won’t stop until I do too. You’re not going to complain.” his gaze softens a bit, “safeword out if you need to. I know overstimulation was on your Maybe list.”
Taehyung grins dopily up at him and nods, watching as Jimin’s expression hardens again. He lifts himself up and drops back down on Taehyung’s cock, clenches hard just to be mean, repeating the process until Taehyung is writhing and whimpering a mantra of ‘hyung, hyung, hyung, please’ between gasping breaths. Jimin brushes his sweaty hair out of his face and moves his hands back down to clench in the fabric of Taehyung’s hoodie.
“Come for me, bub.” he orders. Taehyung cries out as his orgasm approaches, thighs shaking even though they’re not straining. He comes suddenly, whole body locking up and eyes rolling back in his head. Jimin soothes him through it, a hand reaching under his sweatshirt to run over smooth, sweaty skin. He doesn’t continue the movements of his hips, rolling them meanly back against Taehyung’s oversensitive cock. Taehyung moans and whimpers through it, trying desperately to fight against the bonds around his wrists. Yoongi watches his feeble attempts and scoffs.
“Too much-” Taehyung gasps out, throwing his head back, “It’s too much, I can’t, ah-”
Jimin smiles and continues riding him.
“I know you can take it.” he murmurs, sugar-coated words whispered by the shell of Taehyung’s ear. “You can take it baby. Just relax.”
Taehyung shakes his head and slams his eyes shut. Jimin waits for his safeword, but it never comes. He smirks.
“Good boy. I knew you could do it.” a particular thrust has Taehyung’s cock rubbing against Jimin’s prostate and he throws his head back. “‘M close.” he says. Taehyung nods and wills his hips to stay still so Jimin can ride him properly. Another few minutes and Jimin’s mouth drops open and he slams himself down, coming over Taehyung’s hoodie. The milky white is a nice contrast against the navy blue material.
Taehyung doesn’t know what he expects to happen. What he absolutely doesn’t expect, however, is for Jimin to start the jerky movements of his hips again until he’s riding him. Taehyung gasps around a moan and struggles against the rope. He’s boiling in his hoodie, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. It makes his complexion shine in the living room light. Jimin runs his hands appreciatively over Taehyung’s flat stomach and smiles down at him.
“Oh baby.” he coos, “Did you think I was going to stop?”
Taehyung sobs and nods. His vision clouds with tears. Jimin’s smile doesn’t drop from his face.
“I can handle a bit of overstimulation.” he continues, “You told me you could too. I’m gonna ride you until I come again, okay?”
Taehyung nods tearily, bottom lip wobbling. Jimin strokes the side of his face and cups his jaw gently. The movements of his hips are mean, sharp and providing overstimulation in the most wonderful ways. Taehyung’s eyes roll back in his head, fluttering shut. Jimin jerks his head up between his thumb and forefinger.
“Eyes on me.” he spits. Taehyung sobs and opens his eyes blearily. Jimin looks beautiful, the perfect picture of sin as he rides Taehyung’s cock. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, leaving it hanging off one of his shoulders. His jeans are long gone, exposing the way the muscles in his thighs bulge as he lifts himself up again and again. Taehyung whimpers and thrashes on the couch. He’s overwhelmed in all the best ways.
“I’ll take him from here.” Seokjin says, reaching to take a trembling Jungkook from Namjoon’s arms. Jungkook wraps his arms around Seokjin’s neck and sobs into his shoulder.
“Aw, baby, what’s wrong? Did Namjoonie go too hard on you?”
Jungkook shakes his head and looks up at Seokjin with wide, teary eyes.
“Don’t like being empty.” he slurs, drool dripping from one corner of his mouth. Seokjin catches it with one finger and feeds it back to him.
“Drooly baby.” he coos, “Getting yourself all messy. Want to be filled up again? Want me to fuck you?”
Jungkook wipes his tears with one sweater paw and nods. Seokjin tuts and reprimands him with a gentle slap on the thigh.
“Use your words, baby.”
“P-please fuck me?” Jungkook whimpers, fisting the front of Seokjin’s ironed shirt. It creates creases but Seokjin doesn’t care. He nods and positions Jungkook above his cock, but Jungkook shakes his head.
“Don’ wanna ride you. My legs hurt.” he murmurs. Seokjin grasps at his tiny waist and flips them over, crowding Jungkook under his broad frame. Even though they’re the same height it makes Jungkook feel small. So small. A spike of pleasure shoots down his spine when Seokjin starts moving. He isn’t as big as Namjoon, but stretches Jungkook out so well after all day of not having anything in him.
Hoseok watches on hungrily, fingers tangled in the sweaty strands of Jungkook’s hair. He tugs on it every couple of minutes, timed perfectly with each time Seokjin’s cock hits his prostate. The pleasure is overwhelming, rendering him delirious as he lies limp on the couch. His cock is aching in its confines but for some reason he doesn’t want the ring to come off, wants it to stay on until he’s so desperate it’ll only take a single touch to make him come. This newfound kink has his head spinning.
Seokjin comes surprisingly quickly, spilling into Jungkook and adding to the mess Namjoon left. He drags two fingers through the come leaking down Jungkook’s thigh and brings them up to his mouth. Jungkook sucks around the digits hungrily, forcing them further down his throat. Seokjin cocks an eyebrow at him.
“Does baby have a bit of an oral fixation?” he asks, tone almost mocking. Jungkook nods desperately, eyes blurring with tears. He can’t deny it, especially not in this state: he’s always loved having something shoved down his throat, be it fingers or a cock.
Seokjin looks up at Namjoon.
“Fetch a dildo for me, will you? I think baby wants something in his mouth.”
Jungkook moans and shudders through the most mind blowing dry orgasm, Seokjin’s fingers hitting the back of his throat. He chokes, saliva spilling past his lips and down Seokjin’s wrist. Seokjin groans and removes his fingers in favor of retrieving the dildo Namjoon hands him. It’s long, about eight inches and at least a full inch and a half thick. Seokjin smirks and shoves it down Jungkook’s throat without warning. Jungkook cries out around it and garbles something Seokjin doesn’t even bother trying to understand, saliva drenching his chin. It’s a good look on him.
“Hobi, looks like it’s your turn.” Seokjin comments off-handedly, as if he’s talking about a toy he’s sharing with his friends. Hoseok simply smirks and steps over to pick the boy up.
“Don’t you dare drop that dildo.” Seokjin spits. Jungkook sobs and clenches his teeth around the rubber.
Hoseok picks him up in gentle arms and sets him down in his lap, face pressed into Hoseok’s neck. He smells wonderful, like home, a scent Jungkook wouldn’t mind inhaling all day long.
“I’m gonna fuck you, okay baby? And then maybe Jiminie will let you come.” he stops, as if to think about it, “Or maybe not.”
Across the room Jimin laughs. He’s lying on the smallest couch with Taehyung in his arms, stroking the most delicate of hands through the younger man’s hair.
“Wouldn’t it be cute if he didn’t come? If we left him high and dry, so desperate but unable to? I know your brand, Jungkookie, and boys like you never come without permission. Even if we let you touch yourself you wouldn’t dare.” Jimin spits. Jungkook tries to argue, but all that leaves his lips are broken moans around the dildo as he sinks onto Hoseok’s cock. And even if he could speak, he knows Jimin is right. He could probably count on one hand the number of times he’s come without permission in his life.
When it’s clear that he’s not going to move, Hoseok switches their position and presses him into the couch. He frowns.
“You know, on second thought, I don’t think we’ll do this here. Messy babies don’t deserve to be on the couch, do they?” he lifts Jungkook up again and lays him down on the soft plush carpet, both hands gripping his waist tight. “I asked you a question,” he continues. Jungkook gazes up at him with wide, scared eyes. “Answer me. Do you deserve to be on the couch?”
Jungkook shakes his head desperately and cants his hips up. Hoseok sighs and pushes into him again, this time starting up a steady rhythm. His hips move in such fluid motions, thrusting into Jungkook like it’s second nature. He must be a dancer or something of the like, to be able to move like that. Jungkook clenches his fingers into the carpet and throws his head back. His spine arches so beautifully, shows off the delicate dip of his waist as it tapers off into his hips. He’s not exactly curvy, Hoseok notes, but his body rivals that of a woman in its overall shape. He’s beautiful. The perfect submissive.
He pushes Jungkook’s hoodie further up his chest and toys with his nipples experimentally, not really expecting any reaction. When Jungkook shudders and comes dry again Hoseok is pleasantly surprised.
“Is baby sensitive there?” he coos, laughing at Jungkook’s pained groan. He continues the rapid movements of his hips until he comes, and swears he sees Jungkook’s belly bloat with the amount of come he has in him.
“So good, baby,” he murmurs, petting Jungkook’s hair and removing the dildo from his mouth. He turns to Jimin.
“Can he come yet?”
Jimin shakes his head and gestures to Taehyung.
“This baby is gonna have some more fun, and then Jungkookie can come. Saving the best for last, yeah?”
Jungkook nods tearily and glances down. His cock is flat against his stomach, dripping precome into the divots of his abs. He’s so, so desperate to come, more so than he’s ever been in his entire life. Never would he have guessed that pleasure could be so… all-consuming. All his nerves are alight with sensitivity.
Yoongi crooks a finger at Taehyung, who immediately gets up and walks across the room to stand in front of him.
“Kneel.” Yoongi says. Taehyung blinks at him owlishly before the command fully sets in then he’s on his knees, hands folded in his lap.
“So obedient.” Yoongi comments off-handedly, pulling his sleeves up to his elbows. The veins in his forearms bulge. Taehyung visibly gulps.
“Yoongi-hyu-”
Slap. The sound echoes in the near-silence of the room. Taehyung reels, cheek burning. Despite having already come at least twice he feels himself hardening again. God, what a bit of impact play can do.
“Did I tell you to talk?” Yoongi asks, voice flat but his eyes convey enough anger for Taehyung to look away. He shakes his head.
“Good boy. Seems like you’ve learned your lesson.”
Taehyung frowns.
“Can you hit me again?” he whispers. Yoongi scowls and slaps him across the face again. It’s with more force this time, as Taehyung’s head jerks to the side.
“I said shut up.” Yoongi seethes, rearing back to deliver another slap to the reddening skin. Taehyung’s cock twitches.
“This is turning you on, huh?” Yoongi asks, although he knows the answer. Taehyung still nods and sniffles, eyes slipping shut. He’s in that wonderful headspace, the one where he doesn’t have any worries and pleasure and pain morph into one, overwhelming sensation.
He jumps when Yoongi presses the toe of one black combat boot against his cock over the material of his hoodie.
“That’s right.” Yoongi spits, “I’m not gonna actually touch you. If you want to come it’ll have to be rutting against my shoe like a filthy animal.”
Fuck. Taehyung’s head is spinning. He’s sinking fast. His hips give a weak kick and- oh, god, that feels good. He does it again, until he’s built up a steady rhythm and Yoongi is looking down at him proudly.
“Oh, oh, fuck, gonna come-” Taehyung gasps out, hunching over. Yoongi shrugs.
“Go ahead. I never said you couldn’t.”
Taehyung comes with a soft cry, sweater paws curled against his honey thighs.
“Think we should let Jungkookie come now?” Yoongi asks, palming at the bulge in his jeans. Jimin hums, considering it. One look at Jungkook confirms his decision.
He’s curled up in Hoseok’s arms on the furthest sofa, his sleeve stuffed in his mouth and pretty tears staining his cheeks. His cock is so, so hard, straining against the ring. The mean part of Jimin wants to take the ring off and ruin his orgasm, watch him twitch and cry and admire the look of betrayal in his teary eyes. If Jungkook wasn’t such a soft sub he would definitely do that.
The kinder, more rational part of his brain urges him to walk across the room and take the ring off for him. He does, before lifting Jungkook into his arms and setting him down on the floor.
“Yoongi’s gonna come on your pretty hoodie and then I’ll let you come, okay baby?”
Jungkook nods and sniffles into the back of his hand. He lies limp on the carpet as Yoongi jerks himself off all over his hoodie, the milky white a pretty contrast against the black material. By the time he’s done Jungkook is shaking, desperate little pleas leaving his lips like a mantra.
Jimin kneels down next to him and strokes a hand through his hair. The scene isn’t over yet, but he doubts Jungkook is in the right state of mind to remember that.
“I’ll let you come soon, don’t worry baby.” Jimin simpers, glancing up at Taehyung, “but Taetae here still needs his fix of overstimulation.”
Taehyung gulps and looks up at Yoongi, resting his cheek on the older man’s thigh. Yoongi cups his jaw and grins.
“Fuck me?” he murmurs, “I’m prepped already. Hoseok plugged me up this morning.”
Taehyung whimpers and nods. He’s already come so many times today but just the thought of having Yoongi wrapped around him tight has his dick hardening again.
“Please, hyung. Wanna fuck you.”
Yoongi lays back on the sofa and pulls Taehyung up with him, wiping some of the come off his hoodie with two fingers. He sucks on them messily, eyes locked with Taehyung’s.
Yoongi pulls his jeans off and chucks them onto the floor, tugging his plug out. Taehyung gasps and watches him clench around nothing.
“Go on then.” Yoongi says, pulling Taehyung in closer by the collar. Taehyung hesitates for a second. Their lips are so close they’re basically breathing in each other’s air but. They’ve never kissed before, none of them have. He only person he’s ever kissed is Jungkook. But Yoongi seems to know what he’s doing, leaning in to press their lips together in a heady kiss. Their lips part almost naturally and Yoongi sucks on Taehyung’s tongue, rendering him dizzy with how overwhelmed he is. Kissing Yoongi is different to kissing Jungkook: where Jungkook is delicate, gentle and submissive Yoongi is rough and commanding, holding the rhythm to their kiss. Taehyung almost loses himself in it before Yoongi lines himself up and sinks down on Taehyung’s cock.
“Oh- oh, hyung, you’re so- so tight-” Taehyung gasps out, hands clutching at the sofa at either sides of Yoongi’s head. He can hear Jungkook start to cry as he begins a sloppy rhythm of fucking into Yoongi, which spurs him on even more.
Taehyung’s orgasm hits him hard. He’s so sensitive from his previous ones so it doesn’t take long before he’s doubling over Yoongi’s body, spilling a pathetic amount of come into him. This has to be at least his fifth orgasm.
Yoongi grins at him and jerks himself off, angling himself to come all over Taehyung’s pretty flushed face.
“Look so good, baby, with my come all over you.”
Taehyung whimpers and slips out of Yoongi, curling into a ball in his arms. Namjoon and Seokjin immediately rush over to join the two.
“Done so good bub.” Seokjin murmurs, wrapping Taehyung in a blanket from the back of the sofa. Taehyung shakes in his hold. He’s overstimulated beyond belief, overwhelmed by everything and well into subspace. Seokjin and Namjoon hold him tight while Yoongi fetches a cloth to clean him up.
“Wasn’t Taehyungie pretty?” Jimin murmurs, lips ghosting the shell of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook shudders, “So pretty, coming over and over again for us?”
Jungkook nods and gasps as Jimin sucks a hickey into his neck. It’s a lovely purple against Jungkook’s milky pale skin. Jimin smiles and pulls back.
“I think we’re forgetting something though, aren’t we?”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he nods enthusiastically. He wants to come, god, he wants to come.
“Good boy.” Jimin coos, brushing Jungkook’s sweaty bangs out of his face. He reaches down and pulls his hoodie up his chest, exposing planes of smooth skin and defined muscles. It’s beautiful, honestly, how someone so strong and muscular submits so willingly. He could overpower Jimin easily, yet he chooses to lie back and let Jimin take the reins.
Upon seeing the tears gather in Jungkook’s eyes, Jimin’s mean streak flares up. All it takes is a single touch to his cock before Jungkook is coming, but-- that touch disappears as soon as it had come. Jungkook chokes on each breath he takes as a pathetic dribble of come runs down his cock and he doesn’t even soften. It hurts, it hurts, god it hurts. Jimin chuckles.
“That was a ruined orgasm, baby. Didn’t it feel amazing?”
Jungkook cries and shakes his head.
“Bet it hurt a bit.” Jimin simpers. This time Jungkook nods, sniffling into the sleeve of his hoodie. His whole body is shaking, like a livewire ready to snap at any second. He glances down and, to his complete dismay, his cock is softening.
“Wh- I wanted to come.” he sobs, rolling onto his side to curl into Jimin’s body. Jimin smiles sympathetically.
“You said ruined orgasms were on your maybe list. Though I don’t think you’ve ever had one before, have you?”
Jungkook shakes his head shyly. Sure, he’s never had one before, but that hadn’t taken away from his curiosity as to what one would feel like. Now, having had one, he simultaneously loves and hates it.
“Liked it though.” he murmurs, hiding his flushed face behind his sweater paws. Jimin gathers him into his arms and carries him to the sofa.
“That’s good, bub.” he strips Jungkook of his hoodie and replaces it with another blanket, holding him firmly against his chest. The whole room seems to breathe a sigh of relief as the Doms slip out of their personas.
“That,” Seokjin starts, “was one of the most intense scenes I’ve ever done. Speaking as a soft Dom.”
Namjoon nods his agreement and nuzzles into Taehyung’s sweaty hair.
“How about we get these babies into a nice bath?”
A hot bath and two chocolate bars later, Taehyung and Jungkook are cuddled up with the five Doms on a pile of pillows on the floor in the living room. A movie is playing softy on the TV as background noise.
“We really lucked out, huh.” Hoseok comments, hand holding Jungkook’s tightly as the youngest sub drifts in and out of sleep. “Two of the most beautiful and obedient subs I’ve ever played with.”
Jimin hums and holds Taehyung gently by the waist.
“Once they’re out of subspace we’ll ask them what they thought of it. And whether they want this to become a long-term thing.”
Jungkook stirs.
“Wan’ it.” he mutters, eyes blinking open slowly, “Want you all. Want to be your subs forever.”
Taehyung kisses him on the lips so softly, just as he always does.
“We do,” he continues for Jungkook, pressing more kisses all over his boyfriend’s face. “Want this to be a long-term thing. Only if you do.” he addresses the others, glancing at them all with wide, bleary eyes.
“We’d love to,” Yoongi starts, “Oh god, we’d love to.”
“If you want we can sign the contract tomorrow.” Namjoon says.
And that’s that. Taehyung and Jungkook fall asleep with exhaustion set deep in their bones, but the happiness that fills them to the brim way outweighs that.