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“Yoongi-ah, let us take care of you tonight.” Hoseok places a kiss on the inside of his slender wrist and Yoongi sighs contently. “Yeah, please baby.” He relaxes into the bed and looks up at his other bandmates with a soft smile. “I’m all yours.”
Just two weeks ago, Yoongi wouldn’t have given in so easily.
Even the surgery was something that he had been putting off for years, opting for physiotherapy and injections, not wanting to disappoint the fans and the members. “It’s not too bad.” “I can dance, it’s fine.” “We’re busier than ever, I can’t just go on a break.” The band rose exponentially, constantly reaching new heights, shattering records, and it seemed selfish to leave them at the summit of their success.
So he just endured. Endured the pain shooting through his shoulder as he executed the explosive choreographies. Endured the uncertainty of not knowing if he would ever heal.
Yoongi had always put himself, and his health, second. He’d spend long hours in the studio, forgetting to eat because he had work to do.Pushed himself to his physical limits to prove to himself and to the critics that his success was deserved.
So when he came to the conclusion, with management and several doctors, that he couldn’t wait any longer to get the surgery, Yoongi faced this new challenge. Having to take time for himself, really rest, and not worry about disappointing others.
It couldn’t be helped that ARMY would miss him. He would be absent from promotions and performances for the rest of the year to recover. But they understood, for the most part, and were happy Yoongi was taking time to heal.
The surgery went well and for the first few days Yoongi stayed home with his family, then going to his own house. He started alternating between there and the dorm in late november, arrived wearing his arm brace. The members ran to him like excited puppies, before stopping, unsure of how they could greet him. Were hugs allowed? Yoongi talked them through what he could and couldn’t do, to which they listened attentively before giving a gentle hug on his good side and light kisses on his forehead. He took it easy, doing rehabilitation exercises daily and trying to pass the time without exerting himself.
Boredom, he came to find, was quite the issue. The days felt long, he was restless. Used to such a hectic and tightly planned schedule, he didn’t know what to do with himself now that there was nothing planned as he woke up every day. He always looked forward to the members coming back from whatever they had planned. Then they could talk, play games or watch movies, Yoongi snuggled up against one of them. He still couldn’t do much but somehow it felt better than doing nothing alone.
Another thing was the feeling of missing out. Performing was Yoongi’s dream, his passion, and he couldn’t help but feel envious seeing everyone but him on stage, and talking about their music in interviews. Once in a while he felt a little bit down.
His members could tell, when they got home. “Hard day, Yoonie?” Seokjin sits down next to him, rubbing his back while avoiding his right shoulder. Yoongi nods, burying his head in the crook of Namjoon’s neck and holding Jimin’s hand, rubbing his thumb against it. Taehyung smiles and looks at the others before kissing Yoongi’s neck softly. “Want us to make it better, hyungie?”
Yoongi hums as he feels more hands on him, Jungkook petting his hair, Hoseok holding his waist before going in for a tender kiss. He kisses back eagerly and feels his shirt being lifted slowly. He didn’t need his arm brace anymore and had moved on from wearing exclusively button ups, but still wore very loose t-shirt that could be taken off without strain on his arm. Hoseok pulls away for a moment to allow for Yoongi’s shirt to be removed carefully and the older shivers. He’s suddenly very aware of everyone’s eyes and attention on him at once.
“Ah, guys, are you all–“ Yoongi’s cut off by Taehyung’s lips on his and more hands caressing his body. Namjoon’s on the ground, rubbing little circles into Yoongi’s inner thigh with his thumbs. Jimin and Jungkook are leaving kisses along his neck and collarbones, even letting their tongues trace Yoongi’s skin, and sucking on his earlobe, which has him shivering. Hoseok’s running his warm hands over Yoongi’s bare chest, thumbing lightly at his nipples, and Seokjin’s fingers card through his hair, the touch heavenly against his scalp.
Yoongi isn’t used to this, all six members giving him all the attention at the same time. They’re barely doing anything and he’s already starting to feel overwhelmed. “Really, it’s ok, you don’t need to... I mean I don’t need six of you at once–mmh!” Seokjin snakes his hand down Yoongi’s chest and cups his soft cock. “Yoongi, baby, just let us take care of you. We all want to touch you, want to make you feel good.” The oldest ghosts his plump lips along Yoongi’s jaw and directs him to look at the others who all nod, eager to please Yoongi, and continue touching him. “Baby’s been so good, resting like you need to, doing your exercises diligently. You deserve it.”
Yoongi whines quietly. “Hyung, are you sure? I can’t even...” Seokjin places his finger on Yoongi’s lips. “Shh, you don’t need to do anything, just relax and let us do the work. Ok Yoonie?” The rapper nods. Jungkook and Namjoon shift to give Yoongi space and guide him gently to rest his legs on the couch, cushions placed under his back so he can sit up at a low angle. Taehyung is kneeling at the edge of the couch now and he hooks his fingers inside the waistband of Yoongi’s sweatpants. He pulls them down slowly, kissing down the skin of Yoongi’s hips and legs as it’s revealed.
Yoongi’s erection doesn’t stay ignored for long, and soon Jimin’s plush lips are mouthing at the length through his boxers. Yoongi groans, looking up at the sinful image. Jimin motions with his head and Taehyung joins him between Yoongi’s legs. They pull down his boxers, throwing them to the side.
Jimin starts with a teasing smooch on the head of Yoongi’s dick, just the light touch of his lips and Yoongi gasps. He kisses down the length, more open mouthed and wet, sucking lightly and then Taehyung mimics the action. Their mouths trace up Yoongi’s length until they meet at the top in a wet, messy kiss. They alternate, hungrily licking down Yoongi’s length, then into each other’s mouth. Yoongi lets out little moans, low and breathy at the overwhelming feeling of his bandmates making out around his cock.
“Fuck, do you know how hot you two look right now?” Yoongi breathes out and Jimin giggles. “Of course hyungie, that’s why we’re doing it.” he winks and goes back down on Yoongi’s length, humming around it. The rapper can’t help how his hips jerk up, chasing the pleasure.
Namjoon and Hoseok decide to stop the gentle caressing on his chest in favour of moving to tease Yoongi’s nipples. Hoseok’s slender fingers rub at the pink bud, pressing in little circles and Namjoon runs his tongue flat against the nipple. “Ah, shit! Joon-ah...” Yoongi moans as his chest is played with at the same time as his cock. He squirms a bit at the ticklish yet undoubtedly pleasurable feeling. His nipples get even more pink when they’re touched like this, not to mention nice and wet from Namjoon’s mouth.
Jungkook sits next to Yoongi, stroking his hair soothingly and holding his right hand, hyung’s pretty fingers intertwined with his own. He hums and brings up Yoongi’s hand to his face. Yoongi turns to look at him with a questioning look. Jungkook’s mouth ghosts over Yoongi’s knuckles as he looks up at the older with adoration. Yoongi almost melts at the cuteness but Jungkook quickly takes two of the rapper’s fingers into his mouth and sucks, so Yoongi curses and bites his lip.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Hoseok asks with a flick of his tongue against Yoongi’s nipple. The older nods, a little overwhelmed. “Y–yeah, feels really good Seok-ah, good...” Seokjin walks to where Taehyung and Jimin are sitting and they move to the side to give him space. The eldest looks up at Yoongi with a smile. “Think you can take my fingers inside you?”
Yoongi moans, already dizzy from all the hands on him at once. He’s not sure he can, really, it’s a lot. “Won’t last.” Seokjin soothes his hand between Yoongi’s thighs. “That’s ok baby, just enjoy it and let yourself go whenever you want, alright?” He spreads Yoongi’s legs a bit to get better access, opens the bottle of lube he went to get and rubs it between his fingers to warm up the liquid.
Slick fingers trail between his cheeks and Yoongi shivers. Seokjin rubs up and down his crack, pressing against his rim. Jimin and Taehyung’s mouths still on his cock, Yoongi’s letting out breathy moans almost nonstop. A finger enters him gradually, he’s tight because it’s been a while, so Seokjin takes his time. He gently adds a second and after a few moments of letting him adjust, Seokjin’s massaging his walls just right. “Fuck, hyung, right there! God, so good, feels so fucking good ...”
All the members touching him, playing with his body all at once, it’s heavenly and Yoongi’s so close, doesn’t want it to end but can’t help chasing that high. Seokjin’s rubbing at his prostate incessantly and Yoongi’s mouth is slack, totally blissed out. His orgasm hits and just keeps going, the others don’t stop touching him and he rides it out, letting out high, shaky moans.
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After that, these little pampering sessions happened as often as the boys’ schedules allowed them to. To remind Yoongi of how loved he was and to ease out the tension and worry from his body. Yoongi became less unsure and allowed himself to really let go, it felt nice not having to think about anything other than the sensations he was experiencing right then.
Sometimes some of the members had things to do, or were just far too tired, so not everyone joined in. Jungkook, always the perfect service top, fucked him in missionary as they shared hungry kisses. Namjoon would hover over Yoongi and jerk them both off in his hand while Yoongi lay on the bed and enjoyed it. Hoseok would offer an oil massage to relax Yoongi’s stiff muscles and fuck him with his fingers as he massaged his ass cheeks. They were creative in finding ways to pleasure Yoongi that didn’t require effort on his part.
Now he looks forward to it, surrendering his body to the six boys who want nothing more than to make him feel good. Alright, maybe the image of Yoongi completely lost in pleasure under their touch served as good material for their own, more rushed jerk off sessions, but the main point was to take care of him and alleviate his stress.
Today they’re in a bedroom, Yoongi laying down on the plush material of the mattress, on his back. Everyone was free that day and they stand around the bed, looking at the small rapper fondly. There’s lust, too, in their eyes. They always feel so lucky to have the privilege of seeing him like this, of being able to touch him however they want, something many people could only dream of. The members move slowly to sit close to Yoongi, taking different positions to cover his entire body.
Jimin brings his face up to Yoongi’s and smirks a little, letting his tongue lull out, teasing at the corners of Yoongi’s lips. The older’s mouth opens, trying to chase the kiss, and Jimin only allows a few seconds of contact before pulling out of reach. He knows just how to work him up and Yoongi growls before tugging at Jimin’s hair with his good hand and pulling him in to properly kiss, wet and messy, sucking at each other’s tongues.
Meanwhile, Namjoon and Jungkook pull down his sweatpants, running their hands over his slim legs so he doesn’t feel too cold. Jungkook caresses Yoongi’s smooth inner thigh and can’t help nuzzling at his soft cock, to which Yoongi gasps softly. “What a dirty boy, Kookie...” he teases and Jungkook whines against him. Taehyung’s fingertips graze Yoongi’s chest while Seokjin pulls his tank top off, making Jimin huff as he interrupts their kiss.
The scrape of Taehyung’s fingernails against Yoongi’s nipples has his breath hitching, the touches, so light, somehow work him up even more. Hoseok gets up for a few moments and comes back with one of their toy boxes and two fluffy pillows. “Raise your hips, baby.” Hoseok asks and Seokjin helps hold Yoongi up while he slides the pillows underneath the older rapper’s lower back.
Seokjin takes a clear stroker out of the box, along with some cherry lube. He pours a small amount onto Yoongi’s half hard dick, making him hiss, then moan when Namjoon wastes no time putting his mouth on him, licks up the length and sucks at the tip. He slips his tongue underneath the foreskin and licks around the sensitive head. Yoongi suppresses a whimper and quickly grows to full hardness. “Joonie, oh my g–od!” His hips buck up slightly.
Taehyung’s hands move lower on Yoongi’s abdomen with teasing touches. His fingers trace his happy trail down to the soft, neatly trimmed hair at the base of his hard cock as Namjoon pulls off it. Seokjin sits at Yoongi’s side.
Seokjin takes over and wraps his hand around the length, slick with lube and saliva. He gives slow, tight strokes that make Yoongi moan, deep and breathy. Then Seokjin adds some lube with his hand and slides the tight silicone sleeve onto Yoongi’s cock. He gasps, hips twitching and letting out a small whine and Seokjin starts pumping it slowly, up and down, squeezing his member. He strokes his shaft with the sleeve and brings his plush lips to pleasure the wet head, suckling gently and pulling such pretty noises out of the younger. “Ah hyungie! Fuck yes, yes, that feels really, mmh hyung, so good!”
Hoseok’s on his knees, in between Yoongi’s legs and he crouches down, gently squeezes handfuls of his soft ass. The older lets his legs spread a bit more to accommodate Hoseok. He’s learned to let them do their thing, to be pliant like this when they touch him.
With the pillows under his lower back and his legs apart, Yoongi’s got everything on display and accessible. Hoseok licks his lips and spreads Yoongi’s cheeks, revealing his pretty, waxed hole. Pink like the rest of him, tight and clenching. The younger rapper dives in without hesitation, he licks flat over Yoongi’s entrance, runs his tongue along his perineum and goes back down eagerly. Yoongi moans in higher pitched, broken whines. He loves this, can’t get enough of the wet warmth on his sensitive hole, and he can’t help pushing himself against Hoseok’s face asking for more, more...
His cock is stroked by the toy around his length and Seokjin’s heavenly mouth around his head, and he’s got hands on his torso, in his hair, while Hoseok’s sucking at his rim. Yoongi just moans, soft uh uhs and whimpers as he lets himself go completely under the onslaught of pleasure. He’s so lost in the sensations he doesn’t ask himself what Namjoon and Jungkook are doing until he hears little moans coming from the side and sees then kissing sweetly. He supposes they’ll participate more another day.
Taehyung takes Yoongi’s face in his hands gently, rubbing their noses together with a chuckle and caresses his cheeks, hand in the older’s hair. Their lips clash, Yoongi whines into Taehyung’s mouth as Jimin kisses his pale neck and chest. A light sheen of sweat covers Yoongi’s shaking body, hair matted against his forehead and cheeks pink.
Hoseok’s tongue breaching his hole has Yoongi moaning high and loud, pulling away from Taehyung to contain himself. “Fuuck, fuck, aa–ah!” He’s trembling, in utter bliss. Taehyung cards his fingers through his hair soothingly, with a smirk. “You really like it, huh? Hyung loves Hobi’s tongue up his ass?” Yoongi groans. “Shit, yeah TaeTae, like it a–a lot...” He rolls his hips weakly. “And Seokjin hyungie’s mouth, hmm feels so good, t–tight around my coc– ah fuck! I–I’m close Tae...”
“Let go hyungie, don’t hold back.” Jimin purrs into his ear, licking at his neck. Hoseok licks deep into his heat, fucks him with his tongue and sucks at his rim, hands kneading the soft flesh of his ass and keeping him in place despite Yoongi’s squirming. It’s wet and messy, filthy, Yoongi loves it. With Taehyung’s mouth on his nipples and Seokjin’s on his cock, Yoongi cries out, hips stuttering as he reaches his high. He cums into Seokjin’s mouth, and the elder doesn’t waste a drop, sucking him through it before gently pulling off the clear stroker.
His chest is heaving, Yoongi feels a little disoriented, dizzy with how fucking good that just felt. He reaches out for warmth, needs to ground himself. Jimin happily indulges him, putting his strong arms around Yoongi and nuzzling against the disheveled black hair. “You looked so pretty cumming for us, babydoll. Looked like you felt so good...” Yoongi nods with a smile.
The brush of Namjoon’s fingers down his arm makes Yoongi startle slightly and he turns to look at the leader. Namjoon’s smirking, Jungkook still mouthing at his neck and rutting his hips needily. “Think you can go again, hyung?”
Yoongi’s eyes go wide and he chuckles in disbelief. “Shit, yeah, I can... Please, more.” He goes for a deep, hungry kiss, sucks at Namjoon’s tongue to work him up a bit. Namjoon pulls back after a moment, turning to the maknae. “Kookie, think you can ride hyungie and make him feel good?” He asks in a deep whisper and Jungkook whines, nodding frantically. Yoongi coos. “Come on then baby, be a good boy and come sit on my cock.” He says softly while caressing Jungkook’s hair.
The youngest hurriedly slips his boxers off, hard cock bouncing against his toned stomach. He positions himself on his knees, legs on either side of Yoongi’s abdomen and facing the older while Namjoon sits behind Jungkook, between Yoongi’s legs. Namjoon soothes a hand down Jungkook’s back and pours lube down his crack, making him shiver. Jungkook holds one of Yoongi’s hands, caressing his hyung’s chest with the other. He leans down to kiss the rapper and Namjoon starts prepping Jungkook’s hole with his fingers.
Jungkook’s letting out breathy little moans and it gets Yoongi hard again quickly. They play with each other’s nipples in a playful competition of who can pull the most whines out of the other. As Namjoon adds a finger to stretch him, Jungkook presses his erection against Yoongi’s hard, wet cock, rutting his hips to chase the friction and pushing against Namjoon’s fingers at the same time.
The other members are laying on the bed around them, content with watching the beautiful display and occasionally putting their hands somewhere on Yoongi’s body for a few moments. Letting him know, we’re here, we love you, and you’re beautiful.
“Hmm, I’m ready, please hyungie, can I have you inside now?” Jungkook pleads and Yoongi nods, holding his member up straight with his right hand. “Go ahead, bun.” The maknae’s strong thighs shake as he sinks down slowly and throws his head back at the stretch. Yoongi moans. “There you go, that’s it, ah– fuck, you feel so tight Kookie!” Jungkook’s breathing hard when he gets all of it inside him and takes a few moments before he starts moving.
His thighs flex as he moves up and down, combining the motion with smooth rolling of his hips. All that dancing over the years has made his develop phenomenal control of his body and he makes sure to put it to use. Yoongi’s moans grow higher, broken whines as his dick is stimulated like this. Jungkook is clearly affected too, pretty noises of pleasure harmonizing with Yoongi’s. “God, Kook-ah, you take me so —hmmh— well, fuck! Such a good boy, ah, yeah, just like that baby, fu–uuck...” Jungkook whimpers, the praise always gets to him. “Mhmm, hyungie, love your cock, love making you f-feel good!” He babbles, hands cupping Yoongi’s chest and kneading at the soft flesh.
Yoongi cries out when he feels the head of Namjoon’s dick pushing against his entrance. Holy shit, he wants it so bad. The leader pushes in and Yoongi moans loudly. Namjoon bottoms out quickly, and starts to give slow, deep thrusts that have Yoongi’s eyes rolling back. He feels so fucking full and the delicious stretch of his rim as Namjoon’s thick cock slides in and out is amazing. “Oh, g–od... Joonie,” he can barely get the words out. “Mhh, f-fuck me! Fuck me, hard, please, fuck...” He knows he’s rambling, he’s trying his best to get out a coherent sentence but his mind just says fuuuuuck yes!
The small rapper’s head rolls to the side, jaw slack and he’s drooling a little. Namjoon thrusts harder, drilling Yoongi’s prostate and pulling ah ahs from the older. He moans, deep and rough as he fucks into Yoongi, so turned on by the sight of Jungkook riding him eagerly. The sounds are filthy, wet slapping and moans filling the room, and the other members couldn’t help it and started stroking themselves as they watched the lewd display.
Jimin cums with a gorgeous sound, and it makes Yoongi feel even hotter, seeing how his bandmates are that aroused watching him. He feels so close, ready to tip over the edge at any moment. Jungkook whimpers, movements becoming erratic. He clenches down on Yoongi’s dick as he releases over them both, pretty wrecked cries leaving his lips. It’s what pushes Yoongi that extra little bit until he’s cumming inside Jungkook’s tight hole, lips parted in drawn out moans. He feels it in his entire body, and it doesn’t stop.
Namjoon keeps pumping into him, Yoongi’s boneless, completely fucked out and takes it. Everything is blurry, Hoseok, Seokjin and Taehyung release at some point but Yoongi doesn’t register. Doesn’t even notice the cum filling his ass until he feels it dribble out, followed by a warm towel. Did he fall alseep? He tries to look around but his eyelids are so heavy.
When he comes to, he’s wearing a warm, dry shirt and clean boxers. He doesn’t even remember his bandmates cleaning him up, he must have really been exhausted. He’s greeted by Hoseok’s fond smile and Seokjin’s hand in his hair. “Hey pretty boy. The others are taking a shower, they’ll be right there.” Hoseok says, his voice soft. Yoongi smiles and snuggles into the covers. He whispers out a shy thank you and Seokjin chuckles. “We love you.
With these six amazing, caring men, Yoongi feels safe, feels wanted and important. He was scared that if he left the public eye for this long, he might be forgotten. They remind him that he’s unforgettable. He felt like a burden for holding them back and they made him feel like a treasure. The unwavering love and attention made it feel like he was healing faster, and they were ready to take care of their baby like this until he did.
And if, after he was fully recovered, they kept doing it every now and then, that was their business.