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Jungkooks can't stop looking at his arm the whole way home. He's still a little woozy from the hours he's had to sit in the tattoo shop but it's all worth it. He sits at the back of a company car, bouncing with excitement and the anticipation of showing his hyungs.
He's been thinking about this for a while, drawing and designing his thoughts in a notebook for the past two years. Their vacation had been the perfect excuse for him to go back home and get tattooed by one of his old friends who owned a shop. He'll probably have to wear long sleeve shirts for a while, knows that he might need to tape his hand for certain appearances but he doesn't care.
He feels confident, more like himself and a little badass too, if he's being completely honest. He trips on his way out of the car, his eagerness getting the best of him at the sight of their appartment building. He can't contain his excitement and his hands shake as he tries to get the key trough the hole.
"Hello???" He calls out the second he steps in, kicking off his shoes. Jimin will probably scold him for not putting them on the rack but he doesn't care.
His face falls a little when there's no answer and he realizes maybe there's no one home. That's not something Jungkook had thought about, how Jimin and Namjoon were probably still traveling. How some of them were probably with friends or family. He pouts as he makes his way further into the dorm. He goes room by room, just to make sure but no one's home.
Pout still on his face, he lets himself fall on the couch and looks down at his arm. It's still cool.
After washing his arm with unscented soap, as he's been told, Jungkook falls asleep on the couch only to wake up to the sounds of his six friends walking back into the dorm. He opens one eye and sees them all standing there. Hoseok's holding balloons and Jin has a box that looks like there might be a cake in it.
"Jungkook! You were supposed to come back tomorrow," Yoongi says, a smile on his face still. Like he's happy to see him.
Jungkook rubs the sleep out if his eyes with his right hand, catching on that this is for him. For his birthday tomorrow.
"I was but I wanted to show you this," he says, lifting up his freshly tattooed arm, no longer bandaged.
There's a collective gasp, like they all stop breathing for a second as they take in the sight. Jungkook, sleep mussed hair and half-closed eyes with stark black designs that go from his shoulder all the way to his knuckles.
"Holy shit," Taehyung finally says, after minutes of staring.
Jungkook sits up, suddenly feeling shy under the six hooded gaze that stare at him.
"You like it?" He asks, voice small and his body closing in on himself.
He watches as Hobi sets the balloons down, keeps his eyes on Jin puts the cake box next to it on the floor and then suddenly he's enveloped by all six boys at once.
"It looks so good Kook," Jimin says right against his ear, delicately tracing his fingers over it.
Taehyung nuzzles his face in his neck, pressing a gentle kiss there and Jungkook sighs happily.
"Hoseokie-hyung seems to like it a lot," he says, the sound muffled by his face pressed into Jungkook's skin.
Jungkook looks down to see Hoseok sitting on the floor by his leg, eyes dark and an obvious growing buldge in his tight jeans.
"It's really hot," he answers with a shrug, readjusting himself but letting his hand linger over his crotch.
Yoongi, who's sitting behind Jimin reaches to place hand over his, gently touching over the inked skin.
"Yeah," he breathes out, chin hooked on Jimin's shoulder. He doesn't need to say anything for Jungkook to know he's into it. He can see it in his face.
Jungkook seeks out Jin and Namjoon, finds Namjoon curled behind Taehyung, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Jin's sitting by his other leg, hand curled around his ankle. He smiles at him, rubbing soft circles with his thumb at the skin that peeks out of his jeans.
“Did you all come back for my birthday?"
They all nod and Jungkook grins, tilting his head to rest it on Taehyung's shoulder.
"You didn't have to," he says with a smile.
"Actually, I didn't. I came back for the tattoos," Jimin shrugs.
He feels Jimin's fingers curl around the back of his neck and then he's pulled into a languid kiss. It's sensual, hungry, the same way Jimin always kisses and Jungkook lets himself melt into it.
He loses track of time when they kiss. Whenever he kisses anyone really, he fully surrenders himself to it and just like Jimin, he never pulls away first. So when they're together, when it's not just them, someone has to pry them off of each other. This time it's Yoongi, because he's closest to Jimin and it's easy for him for him to tug on his shoulder to pull him back.
"You have to share," he says when Jimin makes a noise in protest.
And then it's his lips that are on Jungkook's. A lot less heated, a lot more slow but Jungkook likes the change of pace. He likes how different they all kiss, how he could tell them all apart even without looking from the way their lips touch his. Yoongi is soft, loving, nurturing almost and Jungkook welcomes it. He kisses back, enjoying the gentle way Yoongi does this.
Eventually he pulls back and Jungkook huffs out a small sigh, because he doesn't want to stop kissing.
"More?" He asks turning his head to look at Taehyung. He lifts his hand and places it on Tae's cheek, making him groan.
"I have trouble resisting you normally, how will I ever say no to you now that you have this," he says, tracing his fingers between the designs on his arm.
Jungkook beams and this time he leans in first, pressing his lips against Taehyung's. Taehyung leans his whole body into it, pulling at Jungkook's bottom lip with his teeth. There's a technique to how he kisses, almost like a dance. He goes slow, then fast, gentle then hard. Jungkook feels dizzy with want and as Taehyung is about to finally put his tongue in his mouth, there’s a whine that comes out from below him.
They both pull away and look down to find Jin with his hand in Hoseok’s crotch.
"Jungkook’s tattoos have you all hot and bothered uh Hoseok-ah?" Jin says with a smirk.
Hoseok parts his lips and moans before making eye contact with Jungkook. The youngest stretches his arm to tentatively put two fingers past the open mouth. Hoseok sucks eagerly on them, never breaking eye contact. Jungkook’s breath hitches and he feels his pants get a little tighter as Hobi swirls his tongue over his fingers.
"Namjoon-hyung is into the tattoos too, he's been hard against my back for a while now."
With his fingers wet and still pressed in Hoseok’s mouth, Jungkook turns to look at Namjoon who’s cheeks have gone red and who’s trying to hide behind Taehyung.
“You like them Hyung?” he asks with a smile and Namjoon nods vigorously, nearly knocking his head against Taehyung in the process.
Taehyung moves aside and lets Namjoon climb over his lap so he can get to Jungkook and kiss him. Namjoon is more shy in the way he kisses, he’s more chaste, drags their lips together softly and waits for Jungkook to deepen it. He does eventually, hand on the side of Namjoon’s neck and his tongue sliding over his.
He feels himself pulled away by someone’s hand on his shirt, Jimin, and groans out in disapproval.
“Why can’t I keep kissing Hyung?” he crosses his arms over his chest, lips pursed into a pout.
“Because if you take too long, Hobi-hyung’s going to come in his jeans before he even gets to kiss you,” Jimin laughs and pushes Jungkook’s bottom lip back in with his finger.
Jungkook watches as Hobi moves to get on his knees, between his legs. Hoseok looks up at him, bringing his hands to Jungkook’s thighs.
It’s a weird angle, Jungkook has to bend over to kiss him but it’s still nice. Hoseok kisses with a fire, with the same passion he dances with. It’s smooth, experienced and it makes Jungkook breathless. His hands are burning a hole where they rub over and over at his thighs and Jungkook is so hard, he thinks the button of his jeans might pop.
There’s a switch, Jungkook with his eyes still closed can tell that he’s kissing Jin now.
Jin kisses firmly, it’s controlled and Jungkook gives easily. He lets Jin card his fingers through his hair and tug, lets him swallow the moan that comes out of his mouth when Jin’s fingers graze over his trapped cock.
“Please,” Jungkook breathes out in between kisses and Jin pulls back with a smile.
“We’ll give you what you want Kook-ah,” he says, licking his lips. “But you can’t come until we all have a go.”
Jungkook makes a small noise but he nods once and suddenly he’s got multiple pairs of hands on him. Taehyung tugs his shirt off and over his head, Jimin unbuttons his jeans quickly, letting Jin take care of pulling them off.
Jungkook makes a small noise but he nods once and suddenly he’s got multiple pairs of hands on him. Taehyung tugs his shirt off and over his head, Jimin unbuttons his jeans quickly, letting Jin take care of pulling them off.
He sits on the couch in nothing but his briefs and his arm full of tattoos. Jin, still between in legs, goes first. He mouths at the length of his clothed cock and Jungkook’s hips twitch up immediately. Jin takes his time, tracing his tongue over him, teasing at the head that pokes out of the waistband.
When he finally pulls his boxers down and wraps his hand around him, Jungkook lets his head fall back and he moans loudly. While Jin slowly moves his hand over him, Jimin’s got a single finger tracing the untouched skin around his tattoos. His entire body is sensitive and he shudders. He feels Jin’s lips around the head of his dick as he slowly takes him down and Jungkook forces himself to lift his head back up so he can watch.
He reaches for Jin’s hair with his tattooed hand and he hears groans of approval from Yoongi and Jimin to his right.
“This might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Taehyung gasps, leaning in to press his lips to Jungkook’s neck.
With everyone looking at him and the wet heat of Jin’s mouth, Jungkook feels himself building too quickly towards that sweet release.
“S-switch, please, I won’t be able to last if you go too long,” He whines, tugging on Jin’s hair once.
Jin pulls off with a laugh, licking his lips before he sets out from between Jungkook’s legs to make space for someone else. Taehyung’s fast to bend over Jungkook’s lap and take him in his mouth. He’s sloppier than Jin, drools on his dick and slurps loudly but it’s so good. Jimin’s got a steady hand on his hip, keeping him from thrusting up into Taehyung mouth.
“Oh shit,” He groans when Taehyung takes him all the way in and hums around his cock. The vibrations make his cock jerk, precome leaking generously in Taehyung’s mouth.
He holds out his hand for someone, anyone to hold and Yoongi takes it. He laces their fingers and stares longingly at the way his inked knuckles look against his own. Jungkook grips onto his hand tightly and winces, still a bit sensitive and swollen from the session. The mix of pain and Taehyung’s lips, dragging over him are almost too much.
“T-t-ae, hyung, plea—“ he breaks off into a loud whine when Taehyung squeezes at the base of his dick and pulls off, a trail of sticky, wet drool dripping from his mouth.
“You’ve still got four more to go Jungkook-ssi,” He says, giving his thigh a pat when he sits up.
Jungkook huffs but Hoseok shuffles between his legs and nuzzles against his thigh, making him quickly forgets why he was just upset.
“Hi,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of Jungkook’s thigh. “I’ll give you a second.”
Jungkook smiles at him, tracing his fingers over Hoseok’s cheek. He takes long deep breaths and when he feels like he can manage not to come right away, he guides him to his cock. Hoseok licks a longue stripe up the length of Jungkook’s dick before he takes him in his mouth. He can’t go as far as Taehyung but he’s definitely more vigorous with how he bobs his head up and down quickly.
He brings a hand to rest on Jungkook’s stomach, the other wrapped around what he can’t reach with his mouth. With every breath that Jungkook takes, he exhales a moan. It’s so much, too much and it doesn’t take long for him to get to the edge again. His toes curl and his hand, still tightly holding onto Yoongi shakes as he tries to hold off.
“Seok-ah, stop, he’s about to come,” Yoongi notes and Jungkook whimpers when Hoseok pulls off, his hips arch off the couch and fall back down. He’s got absolutely no control over his body anymore.
Jimin rubs at his hip soothingly, as Jungkook spasms.
“You wanna go next?” he asks Namjoon, who’s looking at him with dark eyes.
They’re all painfully hard at this point but it doesn’t matter, this is about Jungkook. They’ll jerk off on him after, it’s not important. Jungkook’s the sole object of their attention right now.
Namjoon switches spots with Hoseok on the floor and gets between Jungkook’s legs. He starts off slowly, traces two fingers up the length of his cock and watches the way Jungkook’s entire body tenses and relaxes with his touch.
“Hyung,” he moans, using his free hand to push his hair back. “P-please.”
Namjoon doesn’t have to be asked twice. He guides the head of his cock to his lips, smearing precome over them before he takes him in. Jungkook groans in pleasure and oversensitivity. He’s got a small mouth, he can’t go too far but he’s really good with his tongue. Which is what he’s using now to build Jungkook back up towards that sweet release he wants so bad. His cock is red, much like his face, his body sticky with sweat.
The sight makes Namjoon’s own dick ache for relief. When Jungkook gets close again, it doesn’t take long, he’s been ready to come since Jin’s started sucking him off, he starts squirming with anticipation. Both Taehyung and Jimin have a hand on either side of him, holding him down so he doesn’t fuck up into Namjoon’s mouth and Yoongi’s lost most of the feeling in his hand.
He doesn’t mind, because he gets to stare at the tattoos and feel the desperation vibrating from Jungkook.
“N-need,” He stutters, whimpering and eyes closed tightly. “Please, please, I need to come.”
Namjoon pulls off then and Jungkook’s eyes water as yet another orgasm is ruined for him. His body quivers, incessant little whimpers coming out of his mouth before he can stop them.
“Just two more Bunny,” Jin says gently, rubbing his leg in comfort. “You can do this.”
Jungkook whines, long and loud while Namjoon switches spots with Yoongi. They’re still holding hands and he rests their laced fingers on Jungkook’s thigh as he settles in front of him.
“You’re doing really good, such a good boy,” Yoongi says before he presses a kiss at the base of his cock.
There’s another whine and his hips jerk at the touch. His mind feels hazy with how bad he wants to come and the overwhelming amount of sensations that surround him. Yoongi doesn’t take him in his mouth, he just teases him with his tongue, licking up and down, tracing down to his balls. It makes him shudder, the contrast of how gentle he is with the oversensitivity he feels.
He feels Yoongi squeeze his hand gently and then he takes a ball in his mouth and if Jimin and Taehyung weren't holding him down, he'd go flying off the couch. His entire body shakes and his face contorts as he tries to hold off his release, to be good for them.
Just one more, he can do this.
"I- c-can't, /hyung/," Jungkook tugs on Yoongi's hand and he cries out loudly when he pulls away. "Please-"
He hasn't stopped shaking and his cock throbs painfully through another wave. He looks over at Jimin, eyes filled with tears and need. "Please, Jimin, please," he pleads.
Jimin smiles and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'll let you fuck my mouth okay?”
Jungkook guides him down a little roughly, hand in his hair and Jimin goes easily, bent over his leg.
"Be gentle Jungkook," Yoongi chastises, still sitting between his legs and his cheek pressed against his hot, sweat covered thigh.
"S-sorry," he manages to say and when Taehyung lets go of his hip, he fucks up instantly.
It takes four short thrusts before he buries himself in comes hard, pulsing in Jimin's mouth as he empties himself. His vision goes blurry and his hand grips harshly onto Jimin's hair. Jimin swallows and swallows for what feels like forever and when he pulls off to breath, Jungkook still has a little more to give and he spurts two warm stripes of come on Jimin's face.
He's crying now, his body limp against the couch as it quavers with waves of pleasure. He's completely spent, knows he won't be able to stay awake for long with how much energy he's just given.
"Hyung will clean you up but is it okay if we come first? On you?" Jungkook can hear Jin ask, it feels far away but he nods and smiles tiredly.
"Please don't get jizz on my new tattoo," he mumbles before closing his eyes. He's half-asleep when they cover him with come and completely gone when they clean him up.
When he wakes up the next morning, he's in Namjoon's bed, with six warm bodies around him and his inked arm lies over Hoseok's stomach. He smiles, sighing happily and nuzzling himself a little closer.
He loves them.