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"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"
In other situations, it would seem ridiculous for Yoongi - the submissive in this relationship - to be asking his dominant Jin this question. Especially with what was about to happen. But his dominant was possessive and rather protective when it came to Yoongi. Which was why the submissive was surprised - and still questioning - when Jin brought up bringing in another couple to play with them.
It had happened over dinner and Yoongi almost had to go to the emergency room for the noodles that got caught in his throat. Jin had thought he was disagreeing at the time, but Yoongi was willing to try anything his partner was interested in. Hell, eight years ago when they were only a few months into dating and Jin brought up his interest in the BDSM world, Yoongi was right there with him. They learned each other together and through much trial and error, they found a rhythm that worked for them. That worked for their marriage. This rhythm did not include others.
Jin always had control when they were in public, especially when playing. Yoongi had grown accustomed to strong arms wrapped around his waist and perfectly manicured fingernails digging in his jaw when Jin wanted his attention. Yoongi loved his husband for his protectiveness and his need to control things. Yoongi liked to give up control to Jin and have the other take care of him. Jin knew what was best for Yoongi when he was in his headspace - both little and submissive.
But as he sat on their bed - bedsheets that they did not normally use on the bed since Jin did not want to ruin their personal bedsheets - dressed in one of Jin's button ups and a pair of mint green panties and his silver hair tousled, he could not help but question his husband.
"Kitten, if you ask me again I will have to punish you," Jin sighed from where he was looking at his phone, pacing next to the bed. He was dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a tank top, some of his most relaxed clothing. Already a sign that Jin was letting go of his tight grip on his obsessive control tendencies. Yoongi bit his lip, rubbing his hands over his own thighs, nerves tingling down his own spine. The last time a man other than Jin touched Yoongi, Jin had threatened to take Yoongi's ring from him. Sure, it had been a misunderstanding and Jin had apologized profusely for that entire night months ago. Although this had been Jin's idea, Yoongi still remembered the look on Jin's face when he threatened to take his ring.
"I know Daddy, I just wanna be sure…" Yoongi trailed off, his head ducking as he hid behind his bangs. Yoongi had been teetering the line between his sub space and being his regular self all day. Jin had been really secretive about what would happen, but he had been treating Yoongi like he was small all day and Yoongi was ready to be fucked and cuddled up to his Daddy. Yoongi's thoughts about later stopped when a hand tilted his chin up and his eyes met his husband's gentle ones. Jin rubbed his jaw with his thumb and tapped one of his fingers against the submissive's lips until the plump lips popped open and he allowed Jin's digits to slip passed them.
He usually did not let his two head spaces cross, but sometimes they did. When Yoongi was in his little space, his paci was his favorite object and Jin's appendages - cock and fingers specifically - were a good substitute for his paci. Little Yoongi - Yoongi in general probably had one to be honest - had an oral fixation and nothing calmed him down faster than sucking on something. Just another common way that Jin took care of Yoongi.
"Kitten," Jin started, his voice honeyed and all the comfort that Yoongi needed to calm his nerves, "I know I had been an ass about sharing in the past, but I want to try… And I know that Joonie and Jiminnie would not hurt you. Plus, they know the lifestyle and Joon knows what to look for." Jin whispered, pressing two of his fingers down against Yoongi's tongue and watching the submissive's eyes roll back in his head, a blissed out look on his face. "I trust them with you, Kitten. But you know your safe words right?" Yoongi nodded his head around Jin's fingers, humming against them. "My sweet kitten boy," Jin hummed as well, reaching behind Yoongi to tap the plug nestled in his hole and smirking at the whine that escaped the submissive.
Jin wanted to prep his own husband for their games. Him and Namjoon had come up with a loose plan for the play time. Jimin and Yoongi would play together on the bed as the dominants watched and then Yoongi could decide if he wanted Jimin to fuck him or Namjoon. If he chose the dominant, Jin would fuck Jimin and if Jimin was chosen then the dominants would just not play this time around. But positions and foreplay had not been discussed really. Jin just knew how Yoongi liked to be fingered open and that it could ruin the whole session if it was not done correctly.
Their quiet bonding came to an end when the doorbell rang and Jin reluctantly pulled his fingers from Yoongi's mouth, wiping the spit off on the plump lips.
"Can you be a good boy for me and kneel here until I come back?" Yoongi nodded his head, sucking on his bottom lip in lieu of not having anything else to suck on. Jin debated on letting Yoongi suck his own fingers, not wanting Yoongi to fall in his little space. Yoongi was vulnerable when little and Jin was not going to touch his husband when he was entrusting him with his safety. But with Yoongi's slight trembling, Jin decided it was worth the risk. It would be just like any other normal hang out if Yoongi did fall in little space. "You can suck your fingers, Kitten." He instructed, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's forehead and moving to the answer the door. He stopped for a second, glancing back and letting a smile take his face at the sight of Yoongi on their bed.
His silver hair was still messy from his nap and his thighs were spread like the perfect submissive he was. He had his index and middle finger in his mouth, staring off at the wall as he swayed back and forth. He looked like he was already deep in sub space and Jin could not wait to see what Jimin would do with an obedient Yoongi. Jin's felt his heart flutter before, the feeling cut off with another ring of the doorbell.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jin hollered for the impatient children on the other side of the door. The elder opened the door, his eyebrows furrowing at the extra body on his doorstep.
"Before you freak," Namjoon begun, already pushing his way into Jin's house. Jin and Yoongi may be older, but Namjoon was the more dominant of the two doms and got away with things that Jin would usually never care about. "Taehyung is not going to be participating, just watching or I'll blindfold him so he is unable to see Yoongi. He needs to be punished however and what better than hearing Jimin being reward for being a good pet?" Namjoon's voice morphed into a sterner tone as he turned to stare down the blue haired man. Jimin was nestled close to Namjoon's side, eyes down and refusing look at anyone in the room. Taehyung looked rather contrite and close to tears for disobeying whatever Namjoon had asked of him.
Taehyung had joined Jimin and Namjoon's relationship a few months back, a few weeks after the club incident. He was still learning Namjoon's tendencies. Jin was not as comfortable with him around Yoongi as he was with Jimin.
"What did he do?" Jin asked, hardening his gaze on the blue haired submissive. He was willing to play along with Namjoon's punishment. He knew that Namjoon was more of an emotional punisher than a physical one. Jin preferred to give Yoongi spankings or put in him in the corner with rice rather than ignore him and make him feel unwanted. Though Taehyung was more of a pet like Jungkook than a baby like Yoongi so that could be the preference? Jin was unsure, he just knew he did not like seeing Yoongi crying.
"I asked my puppies to be good while I went to pick up dinner." Namjoon begun, tightening his grip on Jimin's waist. Jin could visibly see the effect it was having on Taehyung. The younger submissive was slowly curling in on himself and tears were brimming in his eyes. Jin knew from pass experience that Namjoon would comfort the sub once tears begun to fall. It made him wonder how long this punishment had been going on to have Taehyung so worked up right now. "A certain puppy decided that he wanted to be slick and play in the shower before Sir got home. Only Sir could hear his slutty noises from a mile away," Namjoon clicked his tongue, pressing a kiss to Jimin's brown locks to reassure the submissive. Tears trickled down Taehyung's cheeks and his shoulders shook, but the submissive did not make a noise.
"I'll go ask Yoongi, come up when you are ready?" Jin hummed, running his fingers through his black locks. Namjoon nodded his head, pushing on Jimin's lower back to get him to follow Jin. The elder nodded mostly to himself, leading the way back up to their bedroom, Jimin's soft footfalls following him.
Entering the bedroom, Jin's heart swelled at sight of Yoongi. Even after close to a decade of waking up next to Yoongi, the silver haired man took away Jin's breath. Especially when he looked so submissive. His fingers were still in his mouth, drool dripping down his chin and his posture was straight as if he had not been asked to hold the pose for ten minutes. The submissive snapped at attention when Jin entered the room, slick fingers falling from plump lips. Jin smiled at his husband, resisting the urge to touch him and kiss his chubby cheeks. First, he had to deal with Jimin.
"Jiminnie," he called to get the submissive's attention, only continuing once the brunet looked up, "Strip down until you are only in your underwear and shirt. Then stand in the corner."
"Yes Sir." Jimin begun to follow orders and Jin turned to his husband. Yoongi cheeks were puffed out in confusion, his messy head tilted to the side. Jin made his way to the bed, crooking his fingers to beckon Yoongi to the edge of the bed. The submissive waddled over to the edge and wrapped his arms around Jin's neck, the elder wasting no time in wrapping his own arms around his baby.
"Are you feeling small?" Jin asked gently, rubbing his hands over Yoongi's back. Yoongi shook his head, mouthing at Jin's neck. "You sure?" He chuckled, tensing his neck so Yoongi would be aware that he was mouthing at him. The closer Yoongi was to his little space the more oral fixated he got. Yoongi whined as he pulled away from Jin's neck at his teasing and pulled back so he could see.
"Wanna play Daddy," Yoongi whimpered, shimmying on the bed and no doubt moving the toy within him.
"I know Baby, but I have to ask you something first," Yoongi pouted, sitting back on his hunches and looking up at his husband. "Joon brought Taehyung with them too. He isn't going to play with us as he is being punished. Would you like him to be able to see you or have Joon blindfold him?" Yoongi bit his lip at the information, his playfulness subsiding for a second. His eyes glanced at Jimin for a second before focusing back on Jin.
"Blindfold, Daddy. Don't want to force him to watch us play if he is punished." Yoongi was well aware how Namjoon punished his submissives and he did not want to force Taehyung to suffer anymore. The choice seemed to be correct as Jimin let out an audible sigh of relief at Yoongi's choice. Jin nodded his head at his husband's choice, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his lips before heading out in the hallway.
Namjoon and Taehyung had made it upstairs at this point and the dominant had the submissive pressed into the wall, their foreheads pressed together. Namjoon was whispering softly to the submissive, who had dried tears on his cheeks. Both looked up when Jin cleared his throat.
"Yoongi decided to that Taehyung should be blindfolded." Jin informed, remaining his dominant persona in front of the younger. Taehyung was still being punished and did not need to know that Yoongi chose that option to help Taehyung out. Namjoon nodded, digging in the bag on his shoulder and pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold.
"Behind your back, pup." Namjoon instructed, pulling back from his submissive and handcuffing him when his wrists were offered to him. Namjoon carefully tied the blindfold around Taehyung's eyes and tugged the blue haired man into the bedroom. Jin followed behind them and smirked at the sight that greeted them.
Yoongi had somehow lured Jimin away from the corner of the room and engage him in a heated make out session. Jin felt his chest tighten but not in jealousy, in want. He wanted to see more, wanted to touch them. He could see that Namjoon felt the same, despite where he was currently focusing on getting Taehyung settled on the floor. Jin crossed his arms over his chest and cleared his throat to get the kissing subs' attention. They pulled apart with a pornographic pop and turned towards Jin.
"Did we say you could play, naughty boys?" Yoongi let out a whine at being called naughty while Jimin blushed at being caught disobeying. Jin made his way over to the bed, slipping his hand down the back of Yoongi's panties and pressed against plug in him. The elder submissive let out a desperate moan, body pressing against Jimin's. The switch held Yoongi steady, his eyes darkening in want.
"Daddy,"
"Shhh, Baby can play all he wants now, but he is going to listen to Jiminnie, understand?" Yoongi bobbed his head, his plump lips hanging open in quiet pants as Jin thrusted the plug in and out of him. "Jiminnie is in charge until we decide we want to play," Jin pulled his hand out of Yoongi's panties, ignoring the noise of complaint and giving Yoongi's ass a swat. "Take your shirt off and move to the middle," the eldest ordered, turning to address Jimin as Yoongi moved back and stripped. "Anything is fair game, except fingering. He is really sensitive. Baby, what's your safeword?" Jin asked for Namjoon and Jimin's benefit, Taehyung sat down normally on the floor next to Namjoon and just tilting his head towards his voice.
"Stoplight system, Daddy. Red for stop, Yellow slow down, Green Okay." Yoongi recited, tossing his shirt off to the side and revealing his body for the first time for someone other than Jin. His pretty pink nipples decorated with tiny silver piercings were hard from the air in the room and his little belly making him looking softer than the situation needed. His cock was semi-hard in his panties, his wet tip poking out over the lacey band. The mint color fabric hugged Yoongi's thick thighs deliciously and Jin wished he could just lift his husband on his face and eat him out for hours. Yoongi was the pinnacle of attractiveness.
Jimin was attractive too, with his mochi lips and sweet smile. If Jin was a more open relationship type of man, he would have surely fucked Jimin long ago. Hell, if Jin was more into open relationships, him and Yoongi would probably be in a whole ass relationship with Namjoon and Jimin. But Jin did not like to share his husband, not even when they were in high school together. But the thought of Jimin's mochi lips on Yoongi's sensitive little nipples was making his cock harder than it had been in other situations. Jimin and Yoongi would make quite a pair on the bed together.
"Anything else, Joon?" Jin hummed, tuning to look at the other dominant. Namjoon blinked out of his thoughts at being spoken to, glancing at Jin before quickly going back to two boys on the bed. Yoongi was pouting in the middle of the bed, his hands clutching his thighs as he stared wantonly at Jimin. He knew better than to disobey Jin's orders however and had to wait for permission or temp Jimin on the bed. Unluckily for Yoongi, the second his Master's name was said Jimin was focused on his dominant.
"Any rules about over stimulation?" Namjoon asked, shifting in his seat as he stared at the two submissives at the bed. Jin tilted his head, trying to think about Yoongi overstimulated. They did not usually use that in their play time. The most Jin had ever gotten Yoongi to cum was twice. But the thought of Yoongi flush and begging for no more… Yeah, Jin was fucking down for it.
"As long as he doesn't call his colors," Jin decides, stepping away from the bed and sitting on the same bench as Namjoon. Taehyung's head tipped towards him, but Namjoon nudged his head back forward with his knee. Ignoring the little whimper the third submissive, both dominants turned their attention to the ones on the bed.
"Puppy," Namjoon called to get Jimin's attention, even though he already had it. "Yoongi is to cum twice before I speak again, do you understand?" Jimin instantly nodded with wide eyes. "You will not cum until I give you permission." Jimin let out a tiny whimper of his own at the knowledge before agreeing. "Go now, make the Kitty feel good," Namjoon growled to get Jimin moving, pride swelling in his chest when the submissive's face morphed into his more dominant demeanor.
With an unknown deadline, Jimin wasted no time climbing up onto the bed and latching his lips with Yoongi's. The submissive let out a needy whimper, pressing his body against Jimin's. His hands remained at his sides, unsure if he was allowed to touch, but it did not matter much as Jimin lifted him off his knees and laid him out on the sheets and settled between Yoongi's spread legs. Yoongi wasted no time wrapping his arms and legs around Jimin's torso, his needy moans filling the air as Jimin mouthed down his neck. The dominants watched with full attention as Jimin's head got lower on Yoongi's body.
Jin's back straightened in worry as his husband let out a cry, but with the moan that quickly followed kept him in his seat. Namjoon patted Jin's knee reassuringly, knowing what he was going through. They had talked intensely about what could possibly go wrong and what they would do if things took a turn for the worst. Jimin and Namjoon had both understood Jin's control tendencies and would step away the second Jin could not take the scene anymore.
"Yeah? You sensitive here, Kitty?" Jimin's voice filled the room, two whimpers following the husky voice. Jin glanced at Taehyung, knowing the submissive was probably used to hearing Jimin talking to him like that. Jimin shifted to the other side of Yoongi's chest, revealing to the dominants that Jimin was currently torturing Yoongi's pierced nipples.
"Bite," Jin suggested, his cock throbbing as Yoongi's moans filled the air. Seems Jimin took his advice.
"Minnie," Yoongi panted, holding onto Jimin's brown hair and pulling him back up to press their lips together. Jin bit his lip as he watched Jimin's hands get lower on Yoongi until they were slipping under the lacey material of his panties. He had never seen another touch his husband like this before. Hell, he did not even think that Yoongi had been touched by someone other than Jin since they had been together since high school. His eyes were glued to the foreign hand fondling his husband. He could not stop himself from thinking about how wrong Jimin was touching Yoongi. He did not know that Yoongi liked when things were wet and messy or that he liked his balls played with. Yoongi did not seem to care really as his body twitched and moans tumbled out of his mouth endlessly.
Jin must have unanticipated how worked up Yoongi had been from the plug and their little playing earlier since Yoongi coming unexpectedly surprised him. Yoongi usually did not come from simple kissing and hand jobs, but there was no mistaking the white fluid on his stomach or the sated look on his face.
"Jesus," Namjoon mumbled under his breath, eyes wide on Yoongi as he let out little cries from Jimin's persistent hand stroking his sensitive cock. Jin could not fault the other dominant for looking, Yoongi looked gorgeous with his red, bitten nipples and his spent cock still dribbling some cum out of it. He had tears in doe eyes and some drool running down his chin as he attempted get away from Jimin's hand. But Jin still felt a bit angry that there were so many eyes on his husband right now.
"Jin-ssi," Jimin breathed nervously, tilting his head towards the dominants. His own eyes were blown wide and his boxers tented from playing with Yoongi. Jin hummed to let the switch know he was listening to him. "Can I eat your kitty out? Get him nice and wet?" Yoongi let out a desperate whine, attempting to roll over, but Jimin gripped his thigh hard enough to bruise and kept him from actually moving.
Yoongi was deep in his sub space, eyes wide and body loose from his first orgasm. Jimin's grip on his thigh only gave the dominants a better few of Yoongi's ass in the panties, the plug showing through the lacey material. Namjoon let out another curse, not able to keep his hand off his cock, needing to release some of the pressure. The anger in Jin was slowly morphing into pride that his baby was making these two men desperate for him.
"Get him nice and wet puppy, no fingers." He warned, knowing Yoongi's prostate could not take any simulation before the actual event. Especially not if Jimin was going to get him to cum again. Jimin growled as he was given permission, reaching his hand under Yoongi to rip his panties off. He playfully tossed them at Namjoon who sent him a warning glare for his behavior. Jimin simply winked at his partner before flipping Yoongi onto his front and lifting him up on his knees, spreading his thighs so far that his cock was brushing against the bed sheets with each hip sway. Yoongi's noises were muffled in his position, but Jin was reassured by the fact that Yoongi knew his colors and would say if it was too much.
The sound of spitting fill the room and Jin focused back on the scene to see Jimin had gotten the plug out of Yoongi and was now spitting in Yoongi's gaping hole. Jin had to sit back on the bench, pressing the heel of his hand against his cock as he watched his husband get tongued open by one of their close friends. At least Jimin seemed to know his angles and let them see his spit dripping out of Yoongi every minute or so. Jin could hear the muffled cries of his husband and he tried to imagine the look on his face. Red with tears and his plump lips bitten. God, Jin wanted nothing more than to play right now.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Yoongi's noises were punctuated with each thrust of Jimin's tongue, pale fingers curled into the bed sheets as he was eaten out. A hoarse cry sounded through the room and Jimin shifted back to show that Yoongi had cum once more, the submissive's body slumping against the bed with his hips still held in the air by Jimin. The switch did not stop eating out Yoongi - despite the desperate sobs - until Namjoon cleared his throat.
"Good job puppy, now move back." Jimin was a bit reluctant though he moved back nonetheless. Yoongi's rim was still gapping and dripping with Jimin's spit. It seemed there was more spit in Yoongi's ass than Jimin's mouth. His little cock was dangling sadly between Yoongi's thighs, spent and flushed red. Jin bit his lip, knowing his husband would have to come at least once more before the end of this scene and he would be extra sensitive for days to come. He might even slip into little space right afterwards, which Jin was just fine with. He loved his little boy.
"Who do you want Kitten?" Jin called, letting a gentle smile slip on his lips as Yoongi lifted himself up slightly so he could look between his thighs at Jin. God, his husband was gorgeous. Yoongi's face was covered in tears and his knees were trembling. "Minnie or Joon?" Jin gave his submissive options, knowing that Yoongi was most likely lost in his head right now.
"Wan' Joonie," Yoongi slurred, rubbing his face against the bed sheets. Namjoon looked at Jin for permission, which the elder nodded to. They had already discussed this part. Namjoon would fuck Yoongi and Jin would fuck Jimin.
"C'mere here then Kitty," Namjoon beckoned, all of them watching as Yoongi slowly pulled himself off the bed and made his way to Namjoon, leaving Jimin on the bed hard. Yoongi stood behind Namjoon's thighs, not looking up from the floor as he swayed on his feet. Namjoon reached out to steady him, guiding the submissive to straddle his thighs. "Such a cute little kitty," Namjoon teased, pushing his hand over Yoongi's flaccid cock, a grin taking over his face at the jerk Yoongi gave and the whine of pain that escaped him. Namjoon always loved the more emotional subs.
"My cute little kitty," Jin spoke for Yoongi's sake, moving to stand up. His hand skated down Yoongi's stomach towards his cock while the other hand moved to his little hole. Yoongi seemed unsure where he wanted to be, but he did not jerk away from Jin's touch. It was only a testament to how much Yoongi trusted him. Allowing him to get him hard again. With a few strokes and one nudge to his prostate, Yoongi was hard and needy again.
He attempted to clutch onto Jin, but the elder just kissed his forehead and manuvered him back far enough for Namjoon to strip before leading him back into Namjoon's lap, facing towards the bed. Thankfully, Namjoon had already slipped a condom on so Jin could help his baby sit on Namjoon's cock. The younger dominant was bigger than Jin and Yoongi must have felt it by the way his jaw dropped and he clutched onto Jin. Once he was fully seated, the dominants cooed over him until he was settled. Once Yoongi was slowly rocking his hips, Jin moved to the bed to undress Jimin. He smirked when he found that he and Namjoon had the same idea with plugging their submissives.
Yoongi's attention was stolen from the scene on the bed as Namjoon begun to thrust up into him. The submissive had to reach around Namjoon and cling to his neck as his ass was pounded by the dominant. He was terribly sensitive and he could already feel the tears dripping down his cheeks as Namjoon's cock demolished his prostate. They had found out long ago that Yoongi had a sensitive prostate - to the point where he would cry in pain if Jin paid too much attention to it. Jin had learned to angle away from his prostate until he wanted Yoongi to come. Namjoon did not seem to be really briefed on that piece of information and after about two minutes of the violent thrusting, Yoongi was sobbing through his third orgasm, his body trembling as Namjoon continued to use him.
The silver haired submissive attempted to distract himself from the pain by watching Jin - who was buried deep within Jimin at this point, not facing Yoongi. This distraction only made Yoongi feel worse however, his chest tightening and the tears on his face falling more from sorrow than pain.
"Jinnie," he whimpered, his throat being bared as Namjoon yanked him back by his hair. His gaze was ripped from his husband, but Yoongi could tell that Jin did not even look over at him, lost in Jimin's body. The curtain of sub drop was beginning to fall over Yoongi and he sobbed with each hit to his prostate. "Yellow," he whimpered, his voice weak. He briefly wondered if Namjoon was even able to hear him. A gasp of relief escaped the submissive as Namjoon's hips stopped, maintaining body contact with Yoongi. It was as if he knew exactly what to do. The not fucked out part of Yoongi's brain remembered that Namjoon was a dominant too and had been told by Jin specifically what to look out for with Yoongi.
"Jin," Namjoon called, brushing his hand reassuringly up Yoongi's chest, but the submissive was beginning to squirm. Yoongi's eyes locked with Jin's and the sobs began reaching for him. After carefully removing himself from Jimin, Jin wasted no time going to his husband and pressing kisses to his face.
"What's wrong, Kitten?" He whispered, gently helping Yoongi off of Namjoon's cock and pulling him into his own lap.
"It hurts Daddy and couldn't see you and you wouldn't look…" Yoongi rambled on, sniffling into Jin's neck. Jin tangled his fingers into Yoongi's hair and spared a moment to glance at the others in the room. Namjoon looked conflicted, like he wanted to be the one to reassure Yoongi. It was understandable, Namjoon was a dominant and the submissive he was doing a scene with called a safe word and was now sobbing openly. Jimin looked like he wanted to cry too, but settled for nuzzling up to his own partner, his small fingers reaching over to run through Taehyung's hair. The blue haired submissive was still quiet, though his face was pinched in worry about what was happening currently.
"Shhh, I'm right here baby. Daddy's right here. I'm sure Joonie didn't mean to hurt you," he cooed over his husband, hands running over him lovingly. He could practically feel Yoongi slipping into his little space and Jin was unsure if he wanted that.
"Don't wanna share, Daddy."
"I'm sorry baby, I'm yours. All yours. You wanna make Daddy feel good?" Yoongi whimpered, his hole clenching from what Jin could feel from where his hand was resting on his plump cheeks. "Not your hole, pretty baby. I was thinking more of your sweet mouth," that seemed to sound better to the submissive since he begun to mouth at Jin's neck in need. Jin patted his bottom gently before picking him up and getting them settled on the bed, with Jin on his back, pulling the used condom off before he let Yoongi lay between his legs. "Take your time, baby," he hummed, long fingers tangled in silver hair and guiding him down to his cock. Yoongi wasted no time in filling his mouth with Jin's cock.
Jin panted as his husband went down on him, his attention catching on Namjoon and Jimin. The switch had taken Yoongi's previous position - Namjoon removing the condom of course - and was riding the shit out of Namjoon's cock. Jin had enjoyed fucking Jimin, but it was safe to say that he liked his husband a bit more. Yoongi knew how to take care of him and Jin knew how to care for his baby. Plus no one could suck cock like Yoongi. The submissive's oral fixation was the best thing to happen to their sex life.
"Fuck Kitten," Jin breathed, clutching his husband's head as he spilled into the submissive's mouth. The elder let Yoongi pull off in his own time, knowing that his husband was self-soothing himself after calling one of his safe words. Plus, he was probably way too close to his little space. The second Yoongi's lips left his cock, Jin was lifting Yoongi and cleaning him off. Namjoon and Jimin were still going on the bench and did not even pay attention to them.
"Love you, Daddy," Yoongi slurred against Jin's shoulder as he was cleaned off and Jin thought it was best to dress Yoongi in a diaper. Yoongi usually regressed really small when he safeword-ed - not to say that Yoongi did it often, but in the years they had done this, Yoongi called his color five times, including this time. Each time Yoongi dropped as far as non-verbal baby headspace. Jin was going to be prepared for it when it came.
"Daddy loves you too sweet boy," Jin smiled, carrying Yoongi down the hall to their little nursery for Yoongi and laying him on the changing table. He got Yoongi dressed in a diaper and a kitten onesie. Jin could not stop himself from blowing raspberries on his husband's stomach, listening to the little giggles that came out of him. It was much better than the sobbing Yoongi had been going through twenty minutes ago. Jin clipped Yoongi's pacifier to his onesie, not surprised that the soother was in Yoongi's mouth within seconds. The elder also grabbed Yoongi stuffed bear and smiled as the baby curled around the stuffed animal. Jin lifted his baby back into his arms, bear and all, and carried him back to their room.
Namjoon and Jimin were down this time, both mostly dressed and pressing kisses to Taehyung's - handcuffs now gone and blind fold removed - wet cheeks. Jin placed Yoongi down gently on the floor, quickly getting dressed in a pair of sweats, remaining close enough for Yoongi to reach him. The little would most likely not want to be away from Jin right now and Jin did not want to see anymore tears on Yoongi's face.
"Is Kitten okay?" Namjoon asked, Jin looking over to see that the dominant had both of his submissives cradled between his knees with theirs heads pressed to his pelvis. Jin nodded, lifting Yoongi back into his arms so he could see the trio. Yoongi squirmed to get comfortable in Jin's arms, his eyes focused on the others.
"He is okay, just a little overwhelmed and sensitive," Jin explained, patting Yoongi's diapered bottom. Namjoon nodded in understanding, holding his arms open for the little so Jin could change the bedsheets. Knowing he should be quick, Jin gently placed Yoongi on the floor with the other submissives - heart swelling as they cuddled him - and changing his bedsheets in a speed that should break a world record. Just in time too because the second Jin folded down their usual comforter, Yoongi was whimpering around his pacifier in a muffled form of "Daddy."
"Aw my sweet boy," Jin cooed, lifting Yoongi back into his arms and rocking him. Namjoon stood up as well, tasking Jimin to gather their stuff while holding Taehyung on his hip. While the blue haired submissive did not play with them, he looked exhausted and ready for some aftercare. Jin wondered if Taehyung was secretly a little. Imagining little Yoongi and Taehyung playing made Jin's heart swell. God, little Yoongi would love to have little friends. Jin pushed the thoughts out of his head for right now, walking the trio to the door. "Yoongi say bye bye," Jin patted the little's butt once more, smiling gently at the sleepy whine that escaped him.
"Buh bye," Yoongi whispered, giving a little wave before tugging himself back into Jin's chest. Everyone's hearts cried for how cute the little boy was. Little Yoongi was loved by all. Jin said his own goodbyes, letting out a sigh of relief when they were finally alone in their home. While he had enjoyed his time with his friends, he was ready to just have Yoongi to himself.
Jin tucked them both into the bed, not at all upset that Yoongi cuddled more into his bear than Jin's chest like usual. His jealousy was only quelled by the fact that Yoongi was clutching onto his pointer finger to ensure that he was not going anywhere. Jin could safely say that his heart beat for moments like this.
"Lub you dada," Yoongi sniffled tiredly, clutching onto more of Jin's fingers.
"Love you too bubby," Jin smiled, kissing Yoongi's forehead and brushing his bangs off his face. He knew they would have to talk about the scene in the morning and what they thought of it, but for right now Jin was happy with cuddling his baby boy and letting the post orgasm bliss finally wash over him.