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Jimin is having second thoughts. He had told the members that this would be okay, that he wanted to try it. And he still totally does! It’s just… now that he’s doing it he’s a little nervous and he wonders if he may have bitten off more than he was prepared to chew.
“Are you comfortable, kitten?” comes Jin’s voice from behind him.
He wiggles a little on the couch, trying to get in the best position possible with his hands tied behind his back, and replies “I think so.”
“That’s ‘I think so, hyung’ to you,” Jin whispers right at his ear, making him jump.
“I think so, hyung,” Jimin echoes.
“Good boy,” says Jin, kissing Jimin on the top of his ear before standing back up and walking around the couch.
Jin joins the others in front of Jimin. They are all staring at the boy and it makes him squirm. He can feel himself blushing under the scrutiny. The thin overlarge T-shirt he’s wearing, which belongs to Namjoon, is covering him for now, but not wearing any underwear just feels… indecent. It’s not like they haven’t seen him naked before, but the vulnerable position makes him feel particularly exposed under their gaze.
“Okay. Listen closely, little one. You are not allowed to move from that spot. At all. Is that clear?” orders Yoongi in an unusually authoritative voice. Jimin nods.
“Answer properly,” inserts Jeongguk.
“Yes hyung, I understand,” says Jimin softly.
“Good. And furthermore, you are to keep your thighs spread apart until one of us tells you otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Yes hyung, I understand,” Jimin repeats, spreading his legs as wide as they will go comfortably.
“Alright then, that’s it, yeah?” asks Taehyung nonchalantly, moving out of the room. “Be back in a bit.”
The others start moving away, too, and Jimin is confused.
“Wait, are you guys just going to leave me here?” he asks in rising alarm. Hoseok doesn’t even look back at Jimin as he answers.
“Don’t worry, Chimchim, we’ll be checking in on you often. And don’t think you can break Yoongi’s rules just because we’re not here!”
And with that, they’re gone. Jimin doesn’t know what to think. He hadn’t expected them to tie him up and just leave him there. He doesn’t have much time alone, however, because Taehyung is back in a moment with a glass of water. He walks up to Jimin with a devilish grin on his handsome face.
“Here you go, this is for you. Wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated now, would we?” Taehyung asks innocently. He gently places the glass to Jimin’s lips.
“Drink,” he orders, tilting the glass back slowly. Jimin drinks. And drinks. The glass is empty in a matter of seconds.
“Didn’t spill a drop, what a good boy,” Taehyung praises, and he walks out of the room without another word.
Well, this is an interesting situation. He should have asked someone to turn the TV on so he’d at least have something to do while he sits in here alone. He’ll ask when someone comes back in.
But it takes a while before someone else comes back into the room, and by this time Jimin is thoroughly bored. Around twenty minutes after Taehyung had left (he thinks, but he’s not sure of the time because there’s not a clock in the room), Namjoon arrives. He has another glass of water in his hand, but he doesn’t give it to Jimin right away.
“Doing okay so far, baby?” he asks, setting the drink down on the coffee table in front of the couch and sitting down beside Jimin, thighs touching.
“Yes, hyung,” Jimin responds, remembering the honorific. It’s nice to have Namjoon here to talk with, and he’s grateful.
“Excellent, what a good boy you’re being for us,” responds Namjoon. “I think that deserves a reward, don’t you?”
Without waiting for a response Namjoon reaches up to the back of Jimin’s neck and gently pulls so that Jimin is struggling to lean over towards the elder and keep his legs open at the same time. Namjoon kisses him. It’s slow and soft at first and Jimin sighs into the warmth of Namjoon’s lips, leaning in as far as he can. He tastes amazing as he licks languidly into Jimin’s mouth. After a few moments Jimin wants to deepen the kiss but Namjoon threads his fingers through the younger boy’s hair and grips it gently but firmly, preventing Jimin from moving forward any further.
Jimin knows he’s teasing him like this on purpose. Namjoon loves to tease, and that works out nicely because Jimin loves to be teased. It’s a huge turn on for him, and he can already feel himself getting a little warm as Namjoon holds him back, preventing the younger from intensifying the kiss and keeping their movements torturously slow and light. Jimin struggles a little, but he only ends up pulling his own hair and gasping a little as Namjoon holds firm. Jimin lets out a little frustrated whine.
“Already making sounds for me, pet? So eager. But we have so much longer to go,” said Namjoon lowly, giving Jimin one last light kiss before reaching for the glass of water on the table.
“Drink,” he commands. Just as Jimin drank the first glass, he drains the second one quickly without spilling any water on himself.
“Good boy,” says Namjoon, standing up and walking out of the room. Jimin is left wanting, and he squirms around a little without really meaning to, thinking about how he wishes Namjoon had stayed, had kissed him just a little bit more.
The next person to come in with a glass of water twenty minutes later is Yoongi, and Yoongi doesn’t mess around. He walks straight up to Jimin and immediately tugs his hair so that his head is tilted slightly upwards.
“Drink,” he orders. His voice is cold and forbidding, and Jimin feels a little shiver run down his spine as he does his best to drink quickly. Yoongi is tilting the glass back rather quickly, though, and a little bit of water drips down Jimin’s chin onto his shirt. He looks up and hopes Yoongi doesn’t see. But Yongi does see, and he frowns down at Jimin in displeasure, eyebrows raised. His next words are scornful.
“Is this too much for you already? Can’t even take a few glasses of water? Pitiful.”
“I’m sorry, hyung,” says Jimin, hanging his head and blushing a little. He really is just on his third glass, that shouldn’t have been difficult.
“Hmm, maybe you need more practice to get it right,” says Yoongi. He walks out of the room and comes back a moment later with another full glass.
“Let’s try again, shall we? Now be good for hyung, he doesn’t usually give second chances,” the eldest states firmly.
“Yes hyung,” says Jimin meekly, opening his mouth to drink the water. He manages this time without spilling any, gulping the water down quickly. He gasps a little as Yoongi lowers the glass.
“That’s better. Now you can have your reward,” says Yoongi satisfactorily. He puts the empty glass down on the coffee table with a clink and Jimin looks up at him in eager anticipation.
“Lean back,” Yoongi orders, still in that cold, commanding tone. Jimin obeys. The elder gets down on his knees between Jimin’s spread legs and grips the inside of his thighs firmly. He leans down to one leg and slowly licks a long, hot stripe up Jimin’s smooth skin, almost all the way up.
Jimin twitches and gives a little whimper. Yoongi is taking this from zero to sixty and Jimin was not expecting it.
“Easy, kitten,” Yoongi says, gently biting the soft flesh and causing Jimin to gasp. He slides his hands up Jimin’s thighs and around to his hips, spreading his hands out so that his long pale fingers are splayed across Jimin’s tan skin, thumbs almost at Jimin’s center a couple of inches below his belly button. Without warning, Yoongi presses his thumbs down.
“Nngh!” The strangled sound escapes from Jimin’s throat as he suddenly realizes he has to pee. It’s not urgent but it’s definitely there, as the pressure Yoongi put on his bladder demonstrated. Yoongi grins wickedly.
“Look at you,” Yoongi teases. “Four glasses in and already having to pee? It’s only been about an hour. Too bad you’ll have to just wait it out.”
Yoongi drags his nails across Jimin’s skin, moving his hands back to their previous position on Jimin’s inner thighs. Jimin doesn’t mean to but he lets out another little whimper. Fuck, it feels so good, and he wants Yoongi to touch him more.
Yoongi must be reading his mind because he leans forward then and licks another stripe across Jimin’s skin, this time all the way up Jimin’s thigh to his semi-hard cock. Yoongi takes it in his hot mouth and begins to move his tongue all around it, sucking lightly and considerably speeding up the process of Jimin getting hard. But once Jimin is all the way there, Yoongi doesn’t do anything else. He just keeps doing the same thing without intensifying any of his actions. It’s driving Jimin crazy.
“Yoongi, please,” he whispers.
“You’re so responsive, baby,” Yoongi says, stopping his ministrations. “But you forgot an important part.”
“Hyung, please hyung,” Jimin corrects instantly, looking at Yoongi with wide, glassy, pleading eyes. Yoongi just chuckles.
“Slutty today, aren’t we? Begging me already like that.”
“Yes,” gasps Jimin, trying to squirm but being inhibited by Yoongi’s strong hands on his thighs.
“Tell me what you are, baby,” commands Yoongi.
“I -- I’m your slut, hyung. I’m your slut, please --” Jimin begs, face scarlet with embarrassment, but Yoongi interrupts by swooping back down to take Jimin in his mouth again. Jimin moans, but he’s quickly squirming in frustration again as Yoongi continues to keep that same slow pace. Jimin feels like he’s going to go insane. He pulls at the restraints that are keeping his hands behind his back, but of course, that does nothing.
“Hyung, please --”
“Looks like you two are having fun,” interrupts Hoseok’s voice from the doorway. Jimin’s glance shoots up to the newcomer but Yoongi just continues to suck and lick at Jimin’s cock. Hoseok’s got another glass of water in his hand, Jimin notices through the haze of his need. Has it been twenty minutes already? He lets out a moan and lets his head fall back onto the couch as Yoongi finally sucks harder, but he doesn’t keep going. When he pulls back he lets Jimin’s cock pop out of his mouth, pink and shining with saliva. Jimin whimpers at the loss but Yoongi just stands up and moves aside, not leaving the room as Hoseok casually walks over. Jimin can see the elder leaning against the wall, just watching the scene unfolding before his eyes.
“Hey MinMin, are you being a good boy for your hyungs?” asks Hoseok.
“Yes hyung,” says Jimin breathily, eyes wide as he looks up at the man now standing directly in front of him.
“Wonderful. And surely such a good boy who’s been so… active with Yoongi-hyung needs some refreshment. Is that correct?” Hoseok prompts.
“Yes hyung,” comes Jimin’s response again. He’s staring at the glass of water like it’s something forbidden. Something he really wants but shouldn’t have. Hoseok gives it to him anyway.
“Drink up then, little MinMin,” Hoseok says with a smile, gently putting the glass to Jimin’s lips and tipping it back slowly. Jimin drinks it all and he does his best to make sure no water escapes his mouth under Yoongi’s watchful gaze. The last few swallows are a little difficult and with so many glasses of water he’s starting to feel full.
When Hoseok sets the glass down on the coffee table Jimin desperately hopes that he will resume where Yoongi had left off. He doesn’t. Instead, he places his hands on either side of Jimin’s face and kisses him gently, warm, slow, and sweet. Jimin moans into his mouth and he feels Hoseok’s lips form a smile against his own. He pulls away enough to say in a low voice “Yoongi’s got you so eager for us.”
Jimin just nods as Hoseok climbs on top of him, legs on either side of the restrained boy’s hips. Hoseok kisses him again, this time more deeply and with more urgency, and as he pulls away from the kiss he keeps his slick tongue on Jimin’s skin, licking from the corner of his mouth to underneath his jaw behind his ear. Hoseok knows his sensitive spots.
When Hoseok latches onto the soft skin there, licking and sucking passionately, Jimin whines loudly and his whole body convulses once.
“Keep your legs open like the good little slut you say you are,” comes Yoongi’s harsh voice from across the room and only then does Jimin realize that he really had let his legs move closer together. He corrects his position with some effort due to how Hoseok is sitting on him, but Yoongi must be satisfied because he doesn’t say anything else.
“What a good boy, working so hard to obey your hyungs like that,” coos Hoseok into Jimin’s ear, warm breath tickling over his skin and making him shiver.
“And good boys deserve to be rewarded, right? Let’s help you feel good, MinMin,” Hoseok continues, pulling back away from Jimin’s neck. He scoots as close to Jimin as possible so that Jimin’s cock is pressed between Jimin’s own T-shirt and Hoseok’s denim-clad crotch. The denim is harsh against Jimin’s sensitive and already stimulated skin but he’s glad for some friction.
The boy suddenly cries out, eyes wide and gasping, as Hoseok grinds down and forward into him. The feeling on his cock is almost too much, but even that is overshadowed briefly by his acute awareness of how his bladder is slowly filling up as Hoseok exerts pressure against it. And Hoseok doesn’t stop. He keeps pushing against Jimin, who tries to squirm around but is stopped by two firm hands suddenly appearing on his shoulders.
Jimin jumps, but it’s only Yoongi. When had he come around the back of the couch? Jimin hadn’t seen him. Yoongi leans forward and nips the top of the boy’s ear, causing him to jerk under the hands on his shoulders.
“Hold still, kitten,” Yoongi almost growls into Jimin’s ear and Jimin immediately freezes all movement, muscles tense and fighting every urge to move in response to Hoseok’s continued grinding. It’s like his mind and his instincts aren’t one and the same and they’re fighting over which one has control of Jimin’s body. Jimin’s not sure which one will win out, but he tries desperately to maintain control. All he can focus on is his muscles and how he needs to keep still and how Hoseok’s grinding feels so harsh on his cock but so good at the same time and how he needs to keep still and how Yoongi’s mouth feels as he picks up on Jimin’s neck where Hoseok left off and how he needs to keep still and how he really needs to keep still and --
Suddenly Hoseok isn’t on his lap anymore, and Yoongi’s hands and hot mouth are gone, too. Jimin feels so cold and exposed as he sits there, collapsed back into the cushions of the couch. He’s panting andsweating now and his T-shirt is starting to stick to him uncomfortably. His cock is aching and he needs someone to be touching it. He doesn’t notice the reason for the sudden removal of sensation until it’s right in front of him.
Jeongguk appears slightly blurry for a moment until Jimin focuses and sees the grinning maknae stands before him. He’s holding yet another glass of water. Jimin shakes his head.
“Can’t drink anymore. Too full,” Jimin says breathily, still slumped back.
“Sit up, ChimChim,” says Jeongguk. His voice is sickeningly sweet, so much so that it’s a bit foreboding. Jimin hesitates but Jeongguk is quick to respond, leaning down and pinching the soft flesh on Jimin’s inner thigh, saying “I said, sit up.”
Jimin yelps and his body jumps from the unexpected pain, aiding him in sitting up. He stares up at Jeongguk’s face, reproachful.
“Aww, don’t look at me like that, sweetie,” coos Jeongguk, smile widening.
“Yeah, you may normally be his hyung, but today you’re just everyone’s toy,” says Namjoon, who apparently came back into the room to observe at some point when Jimin wasn’t paying attention.
“You hear that? You’re my toy and I need my toys to do what I say and make me feel good. Here, drink,” says Jeongguk, still in that sickeningly sweet voice. This time Jimin obeys, but he spills water on himself for the second time.
“Tsk, what are we going to do with you? What a messy toy,” scolds the youngest.
“I-I’m sorry, Jeongguk, I didn’t mean --”
“You know,” says the maknae over Jimin’s stammered apology. “I don’t think I like my toys calling me by name. I think I’d prefer ‘sir’ instead.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Jimin murmurs, blushing again.
“That’s better. Now, back to what I said about my toys making me feel good. Show me what you can do,” he commands. He gives no further explanation but puts his own hands behind his back, looking down at Jimin expectantly. It takes Jimin a moment before it clicks.
“But sir, my hands. I can’t --” Jimin begins, but Jeongguk cuts him off again.
“Then you’d better figure out some other way to do it. Goodness, this toy doesn’t seem very useful.”
Oh. Oh! He wants Jimin to use his mouth. Right. Jimin has to lean forward to reach the button on Jeongguk’s jeans and he immediately feels his bladder protesting. He tries to ignore it and focuses on undoing the button and zipper, which is difficult and takes concentration for a few moments. Not only is his bladder trying to take his focus away from the task at hand, but Jeongguk’s dark, intense stare seems to be burning a hole in the top of Jimin’s head. Jimin fumbles with the infuriating pants for a moment.
When he finally gets those open, Jeongguk wordlessly helps him by pushing his jeans and underwear down his hips a little. This makes it easier for Jimin to grab the elastic of Jeongguk’s underwear with his teeth and bring the band over and below Jeongguk’s soft dick.
“Make me hard and make me come,” Jeongguk orders sweetly.
It’s difficult without hands. Jimin has to maneuver himself around a little to be able to take Jeongguk’s cock in his mouth as he can’t change the angle with a hand. It takes a while for Jimin to get Jeongguk hard without being able to stroke him with a hand, as well. He puts his all into it, noticing the slightly salty taste as he bobs his head, tongue working and cheeks hollowed out a bit from the continuous sucking.
When Jeongguk finally does get hard, Jimin can’t take him all in without gagging a little because Jeongguk’s beautiful cock is blessed with both length and girth and Jimin’s eyes start to prickle and burn with tears as he does his best to relax his throat. The tears spill over and run down his face as he endures the increasing amount of repetitive pressure he’s putting on his own bladder, but he doesn’t stop, he’s determined to make Jeongguk come.
“You look so good with your lips stretched around me like this. Nnnh, and you feel amazing. What a good little cock slut you are,” Jeongguk groans as Jimin increases the suction in his mouth. The maknae maintains the position of his hands behind his back, making Jimin work hard, but Jimin can tell that it’s becoming difficult for the younger. He’s starting to lightly thrust into Jimin’s mouth in time with his sucking and Jimin can hear his breathing even over the obscene noises coming from his own mouth as it moves over the maknae’s thick cock.
Jimin’s jaw is aching, the tears are steadily streaming down his flushed face as he nearly chokes himself on cock and he really needs to go to the bathroom now, but he doesn’t stop. He increases his pace slowly and is bobbing his head almost frantically when Jeongguk finally comes with a shout and there are suddenly hands tight in his hair, pushing him down onto the cock that’s spilling come into his mouth. Jeongguk straight up fucks his mouth through his orgasm and when he finally releases his hair Jimin falls back onto the couch, coughing and sputtering and crying as he swallows the load of come on his tongue.
“Fuck,” says one of the observers quietly. Jimin can’t tell who it was.
“Good boy,” breathes Jeongguk as he tucks himself back into his pants. He pats Jimin’s wet cheek and moves away and Jimin is left to focus on the state of his own body.
Jimin’s vision is a little hazy and his face is flushed and wet with tears. His hair is messy from all of the hands that have been in it. His jaw is sore. He’s hot and sweating and the thin T-shirt is really clinging to him now. His chest rises and falls visibly as he pants from his exertions and his wrists are aching from how much he’s been subconsciously pulling against his restraints. He feels temporary relief from the pressure on his bladder as he leans back, but he can still tell that he really needs to pee and his cock is so hard it hurts. Basically, he’s already wrecked.
He just lays there, panting, and the others just sit or stand across from him on the other side of the coffee table, watching him. It’s hard for Jimin to tell but he’s pretty sure at least three of them are at varying stages of hardness, themselves. He doesn’t register that all of the other members aren’t there until Jin walks into the room.
Fuck. The eldest is holding another glass of water. Jimin’s lost count of how many he’s had but he thinks it may be six, since Yoongi gave him two. So this will be seven if he can take it. He decides in a moment of internal struggle that he can’t take it.
“Jin-hyung, please, I can’t -- I have to pee. Please let me go to the bathroom,” Jimin begs. He’s stopped crying but his eyes are still watery from the feeling his full bladder is giving him.
“I won’t allow bad boys to go to the bathroom when they can’t even keep their legs open. Don’t you remember Yoongi’s rules?” Jin says loftily, coming to a halt directly in front of Jimin and gesturing at Jimin’s thighs, which had indeed slipped closer together again without the poor boy noticing. He spreads his legs back to their original position, but at the stretch, he can feel the need to pee getting stronger and it feels harder to hold. He won’t tell the others, but it feels good.
“But hyung, I --”
“No. Drink,” Jin orders, and there’s no room for compromise in his statement. So Jimin drinks from the glass Jin proffers, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes again. A trickle of water escapes the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
“Aww, now we can’t have that,” observes Jin. He casually walks around to the back of the couch, where he had stood at the beginning of this whole scene. Jimin feels his hand in his hair, and Jin jerks his head back so that it’s resting on the top of the cushion and Jimin can only see the ceiling and Jin’s smirking face. Jimin lets out a yelp at the sudden pain, but it dissipates immediately and Jin is just holding his head steady so that he can’t see anything else that’s going on in the room. Jin bends down to whisper against Jimin’s ear, breath hot and tickling.
“Messy boys aren’t allowed to see what’s going on.”
He was already hot before but heat blooms in Jimin’s belly as he understands this to be a form of sensory deprivation. And sure enough, in mere moments he feels someone’s hands on his legs, lightly tracing patterns that feel like fire, ten times more intense than they would regularly be if Jimin could just see what was happening. He shivers under the touches and continues to shiver as Jin doesn’t stop whispering in his ear.
“Don’t forget, kitten. You can’t come if you piss yourself.”
Jimin lets out a strangled sound and desperately gasps “But that wasn’t one of the original rules, hyung!”
“Was it not? Hmm, I was sure I’d mentioned it. Well, it’s a rule now,” comes Yoongi’s unconcerned voice from quite close by. It sounds like he’s kneeling down in front of Jimin. It must be his hands Jimin’s feeling. But suddenly there are definitely more than two hands touching him and his shirt is pushed up to expose his stomach and chest to the cold air. It’s a sensational overload, with a hand at his cock, a hand scratching lightly down his side and Yoongi’s hands on his thighs. Jimin cries out in surprise and the strange pleasure of overstimulation as the hands move, caressing him and exploring his hot, sweaty skin. His eyes are glassy and unfocused and he can’t see much of Jin’s face out of the corner of vision.
In the midst of all this, Jimin hears a little snik of plastic but doesn’t register what that means until Yoongi’s hands are touching him again (when had they left?), rubbing two lubed fingers slowly around Jimin’s hole. Jimin tilts his hips a little so that Yoongi can get a better angle, but Yoongi doesn’t immediately go in. He teases Jimin as the other hands move around, stimulating his nipples and putting a brief pressure on his neck that leaves him a moaning mess.
“Fuck,” Jimin whispers between moans, eyelids fluttering.
“Hmm, I don’t think good boys are supposed to curse,” comes Jeongguk’s still sweet voice from a little to Jimin’s side. Could it be his hands that are on him? The shirt that had been pushed up his chest is suddenly pulled up higher, and Jimin feels a finger on his bottom lip.
“Open,” commands Jeongguk. Jimin doesn’t even think to disobey, he just does it, and he feels the damp hem of his T-shirt being stuffed into his mouth.
“Don’t drop it,” Jeongguk warns. Jimin obviously can’t verbally confirm understanding of this, and he can’t nod his head because Jin still has his hair in a firm grip. He just lets out a hum that he hopes gets his point across.
But Jimin almost drops it immediately when he feels a warm hand placed on his lower belly. His whole body jolts because he knows what that means and he whines, sucking on the damp shirt that is slowly becoming soaked with saliva. The hand gently rubs his stomach for a moment before it presses down gently.
Jimin practically lets out a muffled scream as the intense sensation sends heat all across his body, and his mind feels shocked with pleasure. Even with his eyes open he doesn’t see the blank ceiling anymore, he’s so focused on holding it. He can’t let go, he can’t. He wants to come. They said they’ll let him come if he’s a good boy. He can be a good boy. He won’t pee, he can hold it!
Yoongi’s slick fingers suddenly distract Jimin from his desperate thoughts about holding his pee as one of them slowly and gently pushes into him. He cries out again through the shirt and his dick jumps in whoever’s hand is starting to stroke him so languidly. He hears a chuckle that sounds like it might belong to Hoseok, but this barely registers in his fuzzy brain as Yoongi begins to thrust his finger in and out, getting deeper with each thrust.
Moans are spilling wantonly out of Jimin’s stuffed mouth now and he tries desperately to keep still. He doesn’t want Yoongi to stop. He wants to come. The hand on his cock feels good but it’s moving almost torturously slow. The tears of overstimulation that were leaking out of Jimin’s eyes now are joined with tears caused by frustrated desperation and pleasure. He tries to beg through the soaked shirt in his mouth but either the others can’t understand him or are choosing to ignore him.
The pressure on his lower stomach increases slightly as Yoongi slowly slips a second finger in with the first. Jimin lets out some sort of sound that he doesn’t even hear as all of his focus is on those hands and the extreme pleasure they are giving him mixed with the heightened discomfort of continuing to hold in his pee. He doesn’t even notice that the other hands that were on him are slowly removed one by one as Yoongi starts thrusting with both fingers.
Jimin’s whole body is dripping in sweat and his muscular legs are shaking with the effort of keeping them open when all he wants to do is snap them shut against the increasing need to let go. He really needs to pee, he can’t hold it much longer. He also needs to come. He at last registers that the hand that was stroking his cock is gone, and it feels cold and bereft of direct stimulation, but he thinks that if Yoongi would just hit his prostate maybe he could come anyway and then surely he could go to the bathroom! He squirms, trying to fuck himself on Yoongi’s fingers, but Yoongi is having none of that and his hand becomes motionless.
“No, little prince, you don’t get to decide how fast you come,” growls Yoongi. Jimin lets out a sob, exerting a massive effort to still his hips as tears stream down his face. He knows if he doesn’t come soon he’s going to pee. He has to make it to the bathroom, he needs to come now! And it feels so, so good, it shouldn’t take much from Yoongi’s fingers, if the elder would only give it to him!
He’s so desperate. He wants to beg but he can’t around the stupid shirt, and he can’t let go of the shirt or else they’ll be mad and punish him more. He wonders if they even intend to let him come at all, but that just causes more hot tears of frustration to course down his face, trickling down his neck and soaking into the wet shirt. He whines in desperation and tries to shake his head to indicate that he’s not going to last, but Jin is still holding his hair and it hurts to try to move.
“Patience, kitten,” comes Jin’s voice again at his ear. The breath makes him shiver, and as the hand over his bladder (which Jimin vaguely recognizes must be Yoongi’s other hand, as the two are working in tandem so well) pushes just a little harder, goosebumps erupt across jimin’s whole body, despite the sweat rolling down his skin and the hot flush that’s tinting his skin pink.
Without warning Yoongi crooks his two fingers inside Jimin, pressing into his prostate firmly. Jimin sobs again. It feels so good, but he can’t make it, he can’t hold it. His prostate is pressing into his bladder with Yoongi’s stimulation and Jimin thinks he can feel a few drops of piss rolling down his cock. He clamps his muscles down as hard as he can to prevent himself from letting it all out. He has to hold it!
But Yoongi has other ideas. He begins to massage Jimin’s prostate in a steady rhythm, directly pushing it into his bladder and sending shockwaves of pleasure and the desperate need to release through Jimin’s whole being. It consumes Jimin. He can’t feel the pain on his wrists where he’s pulling against the restraints and he can’t see out of his wide, staring eyes. He can’t hear the sounds escaping his own throat through the shirt that he still miraculously has in his mouth, and he can’t feel the tears rolling down his face. He can’t feel his thighs shaking and he doesn’t know that his whole body is trembling now.
Yoongi gives a particularly insistent push against both sides of Jimin’s stretched bladder. Jimin’s high, desperate scream turns into a sob as he finally loses control, hot piss streaming out of his cock to trickle down over his hips and between his legs to the couch cushion below him. Yoongi doesn’t remove his hands, even though they get soaked. He maintains the pressure for what feels like ages as Jimin continues to pee, whole body shuddering in the exquisite pleasure of finally, finally letting go.
The crying boy continues to sob and gasp and shake as the hot feeling envelops him, and after many long moments the heavy stream of piss begins to slow down. Jimin can feel it soaking into the cushion and spreading underneath him and he lets out another sob of desperate embarrassment, but it’s too late. As his eyes come back into focus Jin releases his hair and walks back around to the front of the couch. Jimin’s head lolls forward and through his tears he can see Jin joining the others in front of him who had seen the whole thing (and even jacked off watching, by the looks of it).
Jimin’s hole clenches around nothing when Yoongi slowly removes his hands, and now that Jin isn’t holding him back he jolts forward at the sudden sensation of emptiness. He stays like that for a moment, hunched over, head hanging, gasping and crying, and sitting in his own piss. Namjoon comes behind the couch and gently removes the restraints that have held Jimin’s arms the whole time. Jimin immediately feels how sore they are but he brings his hands around in front of him to his lap and just grips his own wrists.
Yoongi has left, presumably to wash the piss off himself, but someone else is there to gently take Jimin’s wrists and examine them.
“Light bruising, nothing bad. Didn’t break the skin at all,” Jimin hears Jin inform the rest quietly.
“Okay, sweetie, come on, up you get. Shower time,” says Taehyung, moving to help pull Jimin to his shaky feet. But Jimin lets out a weak protest with a gasp.
“B-but -- please -- wanna come. Please…”
“Tsk, you think you’re allowed to come after you broke the rule and pissed yourself like an animal? Dumb slut can’t even hold his piss for his huyngs,” comes Yoongi’s cold voice from somewhere, bringing the receding flush back to Jimin’s face in full force and causing a renewed outbreak of sobs.
“Poor little MinMin,” coos Hoseok, voice dripping in sarcasm.
“The little prince wants to come after disobeying, how cute,” giggles Jeongguk.
“Heh, yeah, poor Prince MinMin of the Sluts,” laughs Hoseok.
Jimin hears others laugh but doesn’t look up to see who. He’s so embarrassed and his cock is still so hard and his whole body aches and he just wants to sink through the piss-soaked couch and be consumed by a hole in the ground.
“Come on, sweetie,” Taehyung repeats quietly as he gently pulls Jimin up, and then he says, a little louder, “Joonie-hyung, can you start the shower?”
Jimin’s still in a bit of a haze but he allows Taehyung to pull one of his arms up and around Tae’s shoulders. With Tae’s arm around his waist he stumbles slowly to the bathroom, erection bouncing a little in front of him with his unstable footing. He doesn’t hear what the others are mumbling around him as they go, he just wishes he could come. His mind feels full of fuzz, or maybe static.
When they reach the bathroom, Hoseok and Namjoon are already naked and waiting for him in the shower. As Taehyung transfers him to Namjoon’s arms Hoseok’s shudder forwarns him a split second before the cold water hits him. His knees almost buckle but Namjoon holds him steady.
“I know it’s cold, babe, but we’ve gotta get you clean and we’ve gotta get rid of that,” he nods towards Jimin’s stiff cock. And the cold water certainly does get rid of it. The three of them are shivering (Hoseok complaining loudly), and Hoseok quickly scrubs Jimin down with a loofah and lavender scented body wash as Namjoon holds his trembling frame upright. As soon as he’s rinsed, Hoseok turns off the water quickly and jumps out. Jin is there to hand them all warm towels, but Jimin is shivering and he barely manages to get dry before he’s being ushered back into the water, this time in the form of a hot bath.
“Hey kitten, let’s get you warm,” comes a soft voice. Jimin looks up in surprise to see that it’s Yoongi who’s helping him get settled in the tub and Jeongguk is there at the foot of the tub, too, pouring lavender oil into the hot water. They’re both smiling at him, no traces of disgust or disappointment or anything negative on their faces; in fact, they look pleased and proud of him. The comfort they bring helps the exhausted boy sink into the bath, eyelids drooping and muscles slowly relaxing. He’s so exhausted and drowsy that he can’t identify who is reaching into the water to massage his thighs or who is working the tension out of his shoulders, but he hums in appreciation of the warm, tender hands that soothe him so sweetly.
Jimin’s not sure if he fully dozed off or not, but eventually he feels the water level in the tub lowering and hears it draining away. Jeongguk steps in and pulls him to his feet, and Yoongi immediately wraps him in another warm, fluffy towel. As they gently towel him dry they murmur praises and kind words to him and a tired, content smile spreads across his face.
When he gets to his bedroom the others are all there, and it may be a little much for them all to come in just to tuck him into bed, but he’s grateful and it warms his heart to see them all standing there looking at him so lovingly. After he settles into his warm, soft sheets his eyes close immediately, and he feels warm lips gently pressing to his forehead. There are unidentifiable whispers, too.
“Goodnight, Jiminie.”
“You did so well today, babe.”
“Sweet dreams, little one.”
“Call us if you need anything, okay?”
“We love you so much, precious.”
“Sleep well, Minnie.”
And Jimin knows they mean it as he smiles into his pillow. He hears the light switch click off and the door close silently behind the last member to leave. Blissful sleep finds him just as he thinks how glad he is that he got to do all of this today. He’s happy.