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They each have their own duty assigned to them by Jimin, who took it upon himself to organise their surprise.
He's allocated Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin as 'the watchers,' and himself, Taehyung, and Jeongguk as 'the instigators.'
"That's not fair," Hoseok complains, his eyes watching Jimin dart around the kitchen as he tidies, "I want to be with you three," he mopes, and throws Taehyung his best death glare when Taehyung sticks his tongue out at him mockingly. "I'd rather participate than watch."
Jeongguk huffs, "If you participate then you'll get jealous if Yoongi-hyung's attention isn't on you the whole entire time," he grumbles around his mouthful of rice.
And though Jeongguk has a point, and is very aware of Hoseok's needy tendencies, it doesn't stop Hoseok from kicking up a storm when Jimin shakes his head, refusing.
"All six of us pouncing on him will overwhelm him," Jimin explains calmly as he rubs soothing circles into Hoseok's back. "We'll start with us three, whilst you, Namjoon and Seokjin watch, because we all know how much Yoongi enjoys having all eyes on him," they all nod, agreeing, "And if he voices his wishes to have you join us, then join us you can."
It's been in planning for weeks, and trying to lock down Yoongi for one night has proven to be tedious, what with his time being consumed by his inherent need to be constantly working, not to mention his lethargy on the few occasions when he has been free.
But after the release of his mixtape, all have decided that if ever there were a time for Yoongi to be doted on, it's now.
The moment he comes through the door, lugging his laptop and various other equipment in with him, Jimin is quick to swoop in and collect the items threatening to slip from Yoongi's grasp.
"Hello, Gorgeous," booms Taehyung's voice from down the hallway, startling Yoongi and making Jimin jump in surprise, his hand flying to his chest as his heart-rate spikes. After suffering through one of Jimin's trademark warning glares, Taehyung grins his wide, infectious smile and wraps his arms around a very tired Yoongi, "Working hard were you, hyung?" he asks, and nods non-committally in Jeongguk's direction as he stands idly watching them.
"You're always working hard," Jimin says, his fingers brushing over Taehyung's when he grips Yoongi's shoulder, squeezing lightly.
He hasn't copped the fact that they're all bounding around him like over-excited puppies, because honestly, he's been greeted in far more ridiculous ways upon returning home. For instance, there was the time when he'd been met by Jeongguk snapping pictures of Jimin with a belt wrapped around Taehyung's neck, mimicking a leash, or the time he'd dragged his tired bones into the kitchen to stumble upon Namjoon with chocolate smeared all over his face with Seokjin's tongue mere inches away from the tip of Namjoon's nose.
Yoongi doesn't even want to recall the time he'd arrived home to Hoseok in nothing but an unforgiving apron. When asked why he was butt-ass naked whilst cooking dinner, Hoseok had nonchalantly explained, "I'm scared of staining my clothes, so remove clothes from the equation and voilà, problem solved."
It's not that Yoongi didn't appreciate Hoseok's ass being the first sight he'd seen in the dorm that day, it was that he was far too exhausted to properly appreciate the situation.
"If by working hard you mean struggling to come up with a simple, clean beat, then, yeah, I've been working hard," Yoongi grouches, and Jimin and Taehyung exchange woeful glances.
It's no secret that Yoongi's hard on himself, what with his perfectionist tendencies and his overall lack of faith in himself, but that's what Jimin's for, what Taehyung's for, hell what even Jeongguk's for. They're there to build him up, to imbue him with hope and optimism, to assure him that his work is anything but mediocre, and it's always their pleasure to spill words of encouragement unto Yoongi, because he deserves to know his worth, his talent.
And he deserves to be made aware of just how much they all care for him.
"Seokjin-hyung made your favourite for dinner, per my request," Jeongguk announces from the kitchen.
"Lamb skewers?"
Jeongguk grins, nods, "Maybe I stole some... Maybe I didn't," he smirks when he serves Yoongi his plate before sitting himself down beside Jimin and glancing at Taehyung sitting at the head of the table. So far, the plan is running smoothly. First plan of action was to feed Yoongi, because, as Namjoon had put it, 'His stamina is going to have to be at its highest for what's going to happen,' and Seokjin had been more than happy to spend his evening making Yoongi his most favourite dish.
The second part of the plan is proving to be more tedious. Jeongguk whisks Yoongi's empty plate away, leaving Jimin and Taehyung to get the ball rolling.
Yoongi sinks in his seat, kicking off his shoes beneath the table and wiggling his freed feet against the wooden floor as the urge to just crash there and then becomes increasingly more tempting. But with Jimin and Taehyung watching him carefully from across the table with glints of devilment shining in their eyes, crashing just isn't an option.
Jimin's socked feet find Yoongi's, and his eyes search Yoongi for a reaction, which doesn't come, which only comes when Jimin moves his foot up along Yoongi's clothed calf. His eyes shoot open, and the space around Jimin and Taehyung blur into view as he asks flatly, suspiciously, "What are you two up to?"
Jimin smiles innocently, "Nothing," he assures, his foot not halting its exploration of Yoongi's ankle and shin.
Taehyung returns a smile that's exaggeratedly more innocent than Jimin's, reaching his hand forward to fold over Yoongi's, "Nothing, hyung."
Yoongi's eyes narrow into slits, and he dislodges his hand from beneath Taehyung's to recline back in his seat, folding his arms as he eyes the two troublemakers before him. "You're acting weird," he says pointedly, and Jimin and Taehyung lock eyes for a moment before Jimin's leaning forward, elbows coming up to rest on the table.
"Not weirder than usual," Jimin assures lightly, and Yoongi scoffs, because Jimin's right, how the two are currently acting's got nothing on their typical antics. "We just want you to relax," Jimin explains when Jeongguk returns, and neither Jimin nor Taehyung could have foreseen the gall in which Jeongguk was about to exhibit.
He back-hugs Yoongi, and Yoongi's eyes widen, his gaze darting between Jimin and Taehyung as Jeongguk bends to nuzzle his face in against Yoongi's neck, humming when Yoongi's familiar, heady scent swarms his senses, "What these two are trying to say," Jeongguk whispers against Yoongi's skin, setting Yoongi's nerve-endings alight when he presses a light kiss to the space just below his ear, "Is that tonight's you're night, you're ours, and we want you to take a breather for a few hours, hyung."
Gobsmacked, Taehyung and Jimin stare intermittently between Jeongguk and Yoongi, and can't seem to overcome their shock as Yoongi's wide gaze shifts to one that's more soft, more dazed, his shoulders becoming visibly less tense and his overall demeanour becoming more loose.
And, what's even more baffling to them, is that it's all because of Jeongguk, who is typically the one to take a backseat when they collectively make decisions relating to their polyamorous arrangement, what with him usually choosing to go with the flow rather than readily taking the reins.
"A few hours?"
Jimin coughs, trying to rid the scratchiness in his voice when he nods in confirmation, his gaze being drawn to Jeongguk hovering over Yoongi, his hands kneading his shoulders and his stare boring into the crown of Yoongi's head.
Just when Taehyung is about to take it upon himself to take things to stage two, Seokjin appears in the hallway in nothing but his pyjama bottoms, bare feet padding across the floorboards as he lightly bats Jeongguk's hands away from Yoongi's shoulders before pulling Yoongi up and out of his seat, "Help Yoongi out of his jacket, Jeongguk," Seokjin instructs authoratatively, and Jimin shoots up from his seat.
"You were supposed to wait," Jimin frowns at Seokjin who rolls his eyes as Yoongi's confusion continues to grow and grow.
"The three of you were taking too long and Hoseok's patience is thin as always, so, Yoongi, if you don't mind, please follow me," Seokjin holds out his hand, smiling lightly as Yoongi delicately places his hand in Seokjin's palm, and then he's being led to the bedroom with three very downtrodden, grumpy boys in tow.
So much for Jimin's carefully hatched plan.
When Seokjin opens the door, the sight that he and the others are met with is one of peculiar beauty.
Lying sprawled on Yoongi's bed is Namjoon, with what looks to be a box of condoms propped up against his side, along with a generous-sized bottle of lube, and leaning insouciantly up against the wall with a pair of handcuffs twirling around his fingers is Hoseok in all of his lascivious glory. "Hi, guys," he nods at Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung, and as the handcuffs stop twirling around his finger, he fixes his gaze on Yoongi, "Hey, hyung."
Silence settles, and is only broken by Yoongi padding blindly into him and Seokjin's bedroom. He sits himself down at the foot of Seokjin's bed, folding his hands in his lap calmly before finding his voice and finally trying to decipher what the hell the six of them have been plotting for tonight. "Have the six of you really planned a sex party for tonight?" he asks quietly.
Six heads nod, and one voice, Hoseok's, speaks, "I wanted you for myself but these five," he gestures towards them all, "Are greedy."
Jimin elbows Hoseok in his side, and Hoseok shoots him a glare as Yoongi sighs heavily. "You should all stop trying to be sexy. Ditch the handcuffs, Hoseok," Yoongi says, and Hoseok's expression hilariously resembles that of a kicked puppy's as he places his beloved handcuffs on the dressing table. "The only one out of you all who even remotely got me going was Jeongguk, so congratulations," he continues flatly, almost like he's disinterested in what's unfolding.
Jeongguk's face lights up, and he nudges Seokjin and Taehyung excitedly, seeking a well-earned pat on the back which he unfortunately doesn't receive.
And then Yoongi is standing and sighing as if the world has failed him, but Namjoon senses it, and Jimin senses it too, the subtle hints as to the cracks in Yoongi's demeanour, the way his fingers are fiddling with the hem of his shirt, silently pleading for it to be pulled off of him, how there's the slightest hint of an arousal-induced flush creeping high up on his cheeks, and what's even more telling is his voice, the guttural gruff escaping past his lips as he breathes in slowly, releasing in smooth breaths. "But if you all want me, then who am I to deny you of what you want?"
He holds his arms out wide, glancing between the six of them expectantly, and the sight of all six of their dishevelled expressions has Yoongi smiling his wide, toothy smile.
Jimin is the first to approach Yoongi, his hand sneaking around Yoongi's waist to tuck him close to his side, kissing his cheek through a smile and giggling when Jeongguk envelops them both in a tight embrace. Jeongguk's lips find their way to Yoongi's neck, wasting no time as he licks and kisses Yoongi's skin, feeling the thrum of his pulse as he sucks on a certain area just below Yoongi's jawline.
Jimin chooses to watch, and rub small, little circles into the small of Yoongi's back as he takes in each and every one of Yoongi's reactions. How his eyes have grown darker, how his lips have parted involuntarily and how his cheeks are continuing to grow increasingly more rosy in colour.
It was only a matter of time before Hoseok's patience snapped, his libido propelling him towards Yoongi, ignoring the others' stares when he rests his hands on the smalls of Jeongguk and Jimin's backs, and he's watching Jeongguk's ministrations, watching as Yoongi's honey-toned skin around his neck becomes red and splotchy from Jeongguk's marks, and he just has to mark the other side of Yoongi's neck with his own lips to provide a sense of balance.
Yoongi sighs, draws his bottom lip between his teeth when he becomes aware of who he thinks is Jimin's hand resting on his stomach, his fingertips tugging lightly on the material of Yoongi's shirt in their desperation for his shirt to be cast aside.
For a moment, Yoongi forgets that the three people surrounding him are not the only ones in the room, that there are three more, who he realises are now seated on the bed, watching him with dazed expressions on their faces. When Yoongi makes direct eye contact with Taehyung, he smiles salaciously when Taehyung's gaze drops to cascade downwards, towards where Jimin's hand is working, towards where Jimin's fingers are currently deftly undoing the buckle of Yoongi's jeans.
"Why am I the first to get naked?" Yoongi lilts through a smirk that quickly falls when Jimin's sinking down onto his knees, wasting not a single shred of time as he hooks his fingers into Yoongi's undone trousers to tug them down, dragging his boxers with them.
Hoseok retreats for a moment, but Jeongguk remains close to Yoongi, latching his lips onto Yoongi's skin and relishing in the way Yoongi's breath hitches when he tugs lightly on his earlobe with his teeth. "Because we all want to see you," Seokjin rasps an explanation from his spot on the bed, and Yoongi's attention snaps to the three forgotten figures.
Namjoon's head rests on Seokjin's right shoulder, and Taehyung's rests on his left. Their hands rest on Seokjin's respective thighs, and Yoongi forces himself to hold Seokjin's gaze, though it's hard, what with Jimin's pillowed lips pressing soft kisses to the flat of his abdomen, moving lower and lower with his ministrations, closer to Yoongi's already-hard cock.
For some reason, it's almost always Jimin who leads the way, who breaks the initial anxiety in the air when they're all about to plunge into activities. It could be because of the fact that Jimin's equally as close with all of them, that he sees them all as his soulmates, with no-one being above anyone, or it could just be because of Jimin's inherent, overtly sexual aura.
Yoongi thinks it's a mixture of the two.
He's never opposed to Jimin breaking the ice, because what Jimin does, is he analyses every infinitesimal detail. He knows what makes Yoongi's skin crawl, he knows that if he teases Yoongi, that Yoongi's arousal increases to dizzying heights, but more importantly, Jimin knows that no matter what, out of the six of them, no-one sucks Yoongi's dick better than he does.
And it's no secret. In fact, in the past, they have all agreed that it's Jimin with the best blowjob skills.
It's familiar, the feeling of Jimin's hair between Yoongi's fingers, and it's even more familiar when he glances down to watch Jimin's shining, plump lips press a plethora of kisses along his shaft, and he's purposely not gazing up at Yoongi as he does so, because if he did, all of the air in Yoongi's lungs would leave him instantly.
Jeongguk kisses him, swallows his sweet sighs and returns some that are equally-as-honey-like, and there's that feeling brewing within Yoongi, the one where he feels too far gone to be capable of producing any amount of coherency. "You're so fucking hot," Yoongi hears Hoseok's voice growl, and cracks one of his eyes open to find Hoseok inches away from him, standing behind Jimin, curling his fingers into Jimin's hair and gnawing on his bottom lip when he gently, so gently uses Jimin's hair as leverage to push him all the way down Yoongi's length.
With his nose pressed to the flat of Yoongi's lower abdomen, and with Hoseok's fingers prying past Yoongi's lips, dipping into his mouth, Yoongi moans, low and gruffly, and Jeongguk has to nuzzle his face in against Yoongi's neck when he lightly ruts against Yoongi's outer thigh, searching for friction he so desperately craves, he so desperately needs.
It's like they're in groups. Hoseok, Jimin and Jeongguk VS. Namjoon, Seokjin and Taehyung.
Yoongi isn't sure which three he prefers. Hoseok, Jimin and Jeongguk are more sensual in their handling of him, more delicate. But Namjoon, Seokjin and Taehyung? Delicacy isn't a word that's part of their vocabulary. They're lewd, they're intense and what Yoongi loves the most about Namjoon and Co. is that they're filthy.
When his cock leaves wet heat, and with one, final kiss pressed to its flushed head, a small whine erupts from Yoongi when Jimin stands to steal from him a kiss, a messy, open-mouthed, hungry kiss that has Yoongi unabashedly moaning. "Can you taste yourself?" Jimin purrs, fingers stroking through the hair at the nape of Yoongi's neck as Yoongi hazily nods.
Hoseok summons the three on the bed forward, tagging them in, and Taehyung bounds over to Yoongi, smiling from ear-to-ear. "Are you going to let me fuck you this time, hyung?" he asks through his wide, boxy smile, and Yoongi's knees feel suddenly weak when Taehyung, without warning, wraps his firm hand around his cock.
Yoongi blinks, trying to dispel the bleariness of his vision. "M-maybe," he breathes, "At this point, I don't care who fucks me."
Taehyung's face lights up, like sunshine itself is shining upon him, but Namjoon is quick to drag him back to reality, "Just get on your knees and suck him off, Tae," he sighs fondly, and Yoongi almost gives himself whiplash with the force in which he throws his head back when Taehyung wraps his mouth around his cock.
With there being seven days of the week, typically, Yoongi would indulge them all with his presence on at least one night of the week, and truthfully - it was never intentional or done out of bad blood - Taehyung hasn't had as much one-on-one time with Yoongi as the others. Their schedules clash, Yoongi's exhaustion drains him, and promises break.
Tonight just might be Taehyung's night.
Yoongi startles when Namjoon's fingers wrap lightly around his throat, only tightening when Yoongi's attention is all on Namjoon, though he does want to turn to capture Seokjin's lips in his that are hovering close to his ear, Seokjin's breath sending small little shivers down his spine. "Are you gonna let Tae fuck you tonight, hyung?" Namjoon growls, and his voice, God, it shoots straight down to Yoongi's cock, "That's very nice of you... But what about me? What about Seokjin?"
"And me?" pipes up Hoseok, who quickly receives an elbow in his side, courtesy of Jeongguk.
In real, everyday life, Namjoon is a clutz. There's no doubt about it, the man is physically incapable of going one single day without encountering any tragedies. The other day, he'd managed to knock down the shelves in their living room just by setting a few books onto them.
But here, with Yoongi standing before him, growing progressively more fucked out of his mind without even having been fucked yet, Namjoon's a changed person. He's authorative - there's that Leader attribute coming out in him - and commanding, he's less clumsy, more agile. He's the antithesis of normal Namjoon, and God does Yoongi love this side of Namjoon, this dominating, controlling Namjoon that has rendered him boneless on many an occasion.
"I'd let you take turns," Yoongi offers, and tries not to squeak when the sensation of Taehyung's teeth drags up along the length of his cock.
They all exchange glances - except for Jimin and Jeongguk, who have momentarily sought relief in one another through some over-the-trouser groping - and Seokjin clears his throat, tries to compose himself, because what Yoongi's saying is truthfully, brain-frying. "Just choose one of us, Yoongi-ah," Seokjin mumbles, "You're so small, you can't handle us all..."
Yoongi makes a show of making his offence known. "Don't pull the 'small' card when I'm literally in the middle of getting my d-dick sucked. If I want all six of you, then I want all six of you." He pauses, sees everyone's panicked stares, and then smiles sheepishly, "Not at the same time. Separately, I want all six of you separately," he clarifies.
After Seokjin complains that there's too much talking and not enough moaning, he's suddenly on the floor beside Taehyung, watching intently as Taehyung's tongue swirls lightly around the head of Yoongi's cock. "Let me taste," Seokjin husks, and Taehyung grips Yoongi's cock at its base, leaning back on his hunkers to make room for Seokjin to inch forward and wrap his lips around the head of Yoongi's cock, causing Yoongi to momentarily bow forward as the sensation of a new set of lips lapping at his length threatens to draw him closer to his release.
Namjoon whispers all things filthy into Yoongi's ear, and Yoongi's eyes flutter closed when Namjoon's index finger traces along the blade of his jaw, "I want to watch you get fucked now," he whispers, and a wounded noise escapes from Yoongi when at just the same time as Namjoon's words hit his eardrum, Taehyung joins Seokjin in his appreciation of Yoongi's cock.
With two tongues licking along his cock mingling with Namjoon's raunchy words, Yoongi feels as if he could collapse there and then.
"Oh, God," Yoongi moans as Seokjin fondles his balls, his lips falling apart when Taehyung forces himself down Yoongi's length, "Fuck me," Yoongi pleads, with his eyes squeezed shut and his hands tugging on the fabric of Namjoon's shirt, "Any of you, just give me a dick, oh fuck."
There's no trace of composure. His last shred of dignity went flying out the window the second Seokjin join Taehyung in his ministrations.
Yoongi gets stripped, by Jeongguk, who lunged off of the bed as the opportunity arose to come in contact with Yoongi's bare skin. "Take it off," Yoongi whines, shaking his arm out of his shirt as Jeongguk pulls it the rest of the way off. He always gets like this when he's far gone; petulant and whiny, his patience wearing thin as his need to be touched grows.
Jeongguk guides him to Seokjin's bed, and Hoseok and Jimin rise to allow room for Yoongi.
He lies there, with his chest rising and falling slowly, staring at the ceiling, his heart thrumming with anticipation.
He can hear them conversing, but their words are jumbling together, not making sense to him as his eyes fall closed, his attention shifting to the deafening noise of his pulse banging in his ears. At this stage, he doesn't care who has him. He doesn't care if it's fleeting, if they don't last long, he just doesn't care, because all he wants is to get fucked, hard and fast, and he wants to watch those who observe him with pleased glee.
The bed sinks as a presence makes itself known. "I'm going to prepare you, baby," says Hoseok, and Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek when he hears the distasteful sound of Hoseok spitting onto his palm. Then he's in-between Yoongi's legs, and Yoongi's on his front with his head resting on his forearm as Hoseok's slicked finger circles his entrance.
"He looks so beautiful," Yoongi hears the voice beside him, then feels a hand stroking his hair after realising that it's Jeongguk who's speaking, sounding awestruck, referring to Yoongi like he can't hear him. Voices hum their acqueiscence with Jeongguk, and just when they do, Hoseok's pushing in, and Yoongi's drawn-out moan bounces off of the four walls.
Hoseok presses kisses across the small of his back, and even sinks his teeth into Yoongi's left butt-cheek, which earns him a startled yelp from Yoongi.
When Hoseok adds a second finger, Yoongi pushes back against his hand in his fervour, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as Hoseok wiggles his finger within him in search of that one spot that's sure to drive Yoongi crazy once located. "I'm ready," Yoongi insists, his hands curling in the sheets, but then Hoseok's fingers find it, that sensitive bundle of nerves that pull from Yoongi a groan, and he's cursing, loudly, babbling without a filter, and moving back against Hoseok, forcing his fingers deeper inside of him.
And it's just not enough.
He turns his head to see how the rest are occupying themselves, and is pleased to find them all watching him with dark, intense gazes. Out of them all, Taehyung looks the most overcome, with his mouth hanging open from concentration and the red dusting across his cheeks.
"Tae," Yoongi rasps when he's reached his decision. Taehyung's eyes meet his, and Yoongi's smirk is one of obscenity when he bats his eyelashes, "Do you want to fuck me?"
All eyes land on Taehyung, and Hoseok barks a laugh when Taehyung stands abruptly, his affirmation evident as a wide smile stretches across his features. Hoseok tosses him a condom, and everyone repositions themselves. They all squeeze themselves onto Yoongi's bed, and Yoongi just has to smile at them all, because it's a sight for sore eyes, the five of them squeezed onto one single bed with him lying naked on Seokjin's, and Taehyung wildly searching for the box of condoms that were cast aside earlier.
The flick of a bottle cap, the tear of a wrapper, and a quiet, whispered, "I hope you're ready to perform, hyung," has the hair on Yoongi's arms standing to attention, his mouth running dry and his eyes closing as he complies with Taehyung's command for him to turn onto his back.
He can feel the weight of six stares, and he loves that they're watching, that they're all currently sporting hard-ons because of him, that he's the one causing their arousal to increase to maddening levels. And when Taehyung's cock finally, finally disappears inside of him, Yoongi hazily deciphers at least three sighs at the sight.
On the few occasions when Taehyung has filled him up, Yoongi can vaguely recall that Taehyung's big, and this memory is confirmed when he pushes all the way in, making Yoongi suck in a harsh breath as he bows to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Oh my fucking god," Yoongi breathes, his hands coming up to cover his eyes as he tries to focus more on the satisfied feeling of Taehyung inside of him rather than the small painful feeling, "Oh fuck," Yoongi exclaims when Taehyung pulls all the way out without caution, driving all the way in with the force that Yoongi loves.
It doesn't take long for the others to seek inclusion, with Jeongguk kneeling down on the floor by Yoongi's head, his hand stroking absently across Yoongi's chest as he watches Taehyung bury his cock inside of him at a languid pace. "Touch yourselves," Yoongi instructs when he tilts his head to the side to find that they're all still clothed, still suffering immensely from the tightness of their trousers.
It doesn't take much persuasion for them to release themselves from the confines of their jeans, and soon, they've all got their hands wrapped around themselves, stroking in time with Taehyung's thrusts. Jeongguk stands, smiling at Taehyung's flushed, sweaty chest before turning his attention to Yoongi.
Cock in hand, he nabs Yoongi's attention, and Yoongi is happy to open his mouth wide for Jeongguk's weeping length. A soft cry slips past Jeongguk's lips when Yoongi moans around him, the vibrations of his voice reverberating through his body when Taehyung begins to fuck Yoongi harder, deeper.
For someone who's typically so vocal, so loud, Taehyung has miraculously been rendered speechless by the sight of a whimpering, writhing Yoongi.
The others choose to preoccupy themselves with each other as Jeongguk decides to wrap his hand around Yoongi's cock, drawing from Yoongi a wounded noise. Seokjin turns to Namjoon, wraps his hand lightly around his cock as Namjoon does the same, and Jimin and Hoseok are enveloped in one another, kissing messily and hungrily as Hoseok's filthy words pour forth into Jimin's mouth, "You still taste like hyung," he purrs, and Jimin hums, smirking devilishly as he continues to lick wantonly into Hoseok's mouth.
There was only one time when they were all in synchronisation, their orgasms hitting them all at once whilst Hoseok had Yoongi perched on his lap.
Yoongi had ridden him hard and fast, so hard in fact that his body had ached when he had awoken the following day, and they had all been mesermised by the sight of Yoongi bouncing on Hoseok's cock, moaning to the high heavens, cursing profusely and begging for someone to stick their cock in his mouth, 'If you want me to shut up,' he had said.
Now though? As Taehyung fucks into Yoongi, there's no synchronisation. It's Taehyung who falls first.
With a strangled cry, his body bows forward, collapsing on top of Yoongi, and Yoongi curses, pulls away from Jeongguk's cock that he's still trying to suck despite his state of being so fucked out of his mind that his own name is a foreign word on his tongue.
Then Jeongguk falls, coming on Yoongi's face, body trembling as he fists his cock slowly, watching his come fall onto Yoongi's hair, cheek, lips, chin.
And then it's Yoongi's turn, taking it upon himself to circle his hips whilst Jeongguk bends to take his cock into his mouth, deep throating it to the best of his ability, and it's an admirable attempt, his nose almost reaching the flat of Yoongi's abdomen before he's recoiling and gasping for air. Yoongi's vision blurs, his muscles tighten, his toes curl and he's coming, into Jeongguk's mouth and around Taehyung, his walls clenching tight around Taehyung's cock and causing him to whimper, "Fucking hell Yoongi, fuck."
When he's collected himself and when Taehyung has pulled out, he waves the others over, smiles lazily at them as they compliment him on his performance, on how wonderful he looked. "Thank you," he grins sleepily at Seokjin when he bends to kiss Yoongi and in-turn unintentionally tastes a trace of Jeongguk's come on his lips.
They take it in turns to fuck Yoongi's pliable mouth, coming either on their own hands or on Yoongi's chest and face, and by the time Yoongi has reached Namjoon, the final participant, his body feels wrecked, ruined, like he's just after running a marathon. "I'll be gentle," Namjoon assures Yoongi sweetly as he pushes his cock past Yoongi's lips, noting how swollen and red at the corners they are from being stretched around five cocks.
The aftermath always involves lots of tender love and care thrown onto Yoongi, as they tuck him under a blanket and bring him some water.
He demands for them all to squeeze onto Seokjin's bed with him.
"I'm about to fall off," Hoseok shrieks from the foot of the bed, hands shooting forward to grab Namjoon for leverage.
"Your leg, move your leg," Jeongguk whines when Seokjin's leg digs uncomfortably into his side.
Yoongi's the only one out of them all who's comfortable. "I'm perfectly fine," he grins smugly, kissing the top of Jimin's head that's resting on his chest.
Taehyung shoots him faux daggers, "We accommodate you. Everyone else has to fight for comfort," he jokes, and they all giggle, because it's true.
Yoongi's always put before everyone else, no matter the situation.