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Jungkook is practically bouncing, waiting by the door for his boyfriends to get home from their trip. They’ve been gone for far too long and Jungkook wants them, needs them badly. His ears are tuned for the quiet beep of the passcode and the click of the lock. He almost squeals when he hears the thump of a suitcase being set down outside in the hall.
“Hyungies!” Hoseok barely has time to drop his carryon before he has an armful of Jungkook. Hoseok grunts and shifts Jungkook in his hold, swinging the younger’s legs around his waist.
“Hey bunny,” Hoseok says, kissing Jungkook on the nose. Jungkook giggles and tucks his face into his hyung’s neck, inhaling his scent. His cologne is a little stale, from being on a plane so long but Jungkook doesn’t care. He’s just glad his boyfriends are home.
“I hope you missed me too baby,” Jimin teases, pinching Jungkook’s side. Jungkook squirms away from Jimin’s teasing fingers but gives him a big smile.
“Of course I missed you too hyung.” Jimin grins, leaning up on his toes to press a kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook whines when he pulls away and Jimin swats him playfully on the ass.
“Patience baby,” Hoseok says softly next to Jungkook’s ear, his hot breath making the younger shiver. “Jimin-ah and I need to shower and eat. And then we can give you all the attention you’ve been missing.”
“I don’t wanna wait,” Jungkook whines and Hoseok sets him down on his feet. Hoseok slides a hand up Jungkook’s neck, gripping softly just under his jaw. He swallows when Hoseok’s gaze darkens and he knows if he keeps whining he’s going to be in for a long night.
“Jungkook-ah,” Hoseok says, dragging out his name in a low voice.
“Yes oppa?”
“My sweet baby girl.”
“Yes oppa?” Jungkook whimpers, his bratiness melting easily away into sweet submission.
“Are you going to be good for us tonight?”
“Yes oppa.”
“Good,” Hoseok’s smile returns and the hand around his neck moves to play with the ends of his hair. “Now go get the shower started for your hyung while oppa orders us dinner, okay?” Jungkook nods quickly before turning and scurrying upstairs. He turns the water on and while it heats up he pulls out Jimin’s favorite body scrub from the cabinet, the one that makes his hyung’s skin so soft and smell like oranges.
He’s leaning over to check the temperature when arms are slinking around his waist.
“Gonna join me baby?” Jimin’s voice is sly, like he knows something Jungkook doesn’t.
“But oppa said-”
“Oppa said it’s okay. He asked me to plug you up too.” Jimin’s words send a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. He nods, voice caught in his throat. Jimin slides his hands under his t-shirt and Jungkook lifts his arms obediently. He’s putty in Jimin’s hold as he’s undressed, easily letting Jimin guide him under the spray of the warm water. “Want me to wash your hair baby?”
“Uh-huh.”
“We missed you so much,” Jimin says while massaging shampoo into his hair. Jungkook lets his head fall back. It’s been too long since he’s been pampered like this.
“Your turn hyungie,” Jungkook says once his hair is rinsed out.
“Thank you baby,” Jimin hums in content while Jungkook washes his hair.
Jungkook would be lying if he said he wasn’t mesmerized by the way the suds slip down Jimin’s back, getting stuck for a split second at the curve of his ass before continuing their path down the dancer’s legs. His skin is slightly more tan than when he left, the hot August sun in the States had certainly done him well.
When Jimin turns to rinse his hair, Jungkook pecks him on the nose. “You’re so beautiful, hyungie.”
“Aw, well thank you bun.” Jimin smiles widely, eyes disappearing into his cheeks.
Jimin looks sinful with his wet hair slicked back off his forehead, hot water running down the length of his body. Jungkook bites his lip and tries to stay still, like a good boy, but he can already feel himself hardening. His hands are in fists by his sides, fingernails digging into his palms. Now that his boyfriends are back, they’re in charge of his pleasure; he isn’t allowed to touch himself.
“Hyungie?”
“What is it baby?” Jimin asks, like he has no idea the effect he’s having on the younger boy.
“Kiss?” Jungkook knows Jimin isn’t going to touch him yet, so he asks for something he knows he can have.
“Of course bun.” Jimin leads Jungkook’s mouth to his with a gentle finger under his chin. Jungkook absolutely melts into the kiss, whining softly when Jimin nips at his bottom lip. “Alright, should we go down for dinner, sweet boy? What do you think?”
Jungkook lets out a distressed whine. His hyungie had promised to plug him up and he wasn’t about to let Jimin get away with leaving him empty.
“What’s the matter baby?” Jimin asks, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a deadly smirk.
“Hyungie,” Jungkook can’t look the older man in the eye and he can feel his cheeks warming in embarrassment. “You promised.”
Jimin can barely hear Jungkook over the running water. “What is it bun?”
Jungkook huffs before answering, eyes glued to the ceiling. “Jimin-ssi promised to fill me up.”
“Ah, you’re right, I did. How silly of me to forget.” Jimin pecked Jungkook on the cheek before stepping out of the shower. After shuffling through a few drawers, he steps back into the clouds of steam, lube and plug in hand. Jungkook’s eyes widen when he sees the plug Jimin chose. It’s their largest one, made with sparkling purple silicone. Jungkook has only used it once or twice. It’s so big it consistently presses on his prostate, no matter how he shifts. He has no idea how Hoseok-hyung expects him to sit peacefully through dinner with that inside him.
“Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook breathes.
“Isn’t it pretty, baby? It’s gonna make you feel so good.”
Jimin leads him to face the wall, his cheek pressed against the chill tile. His hyung puts a hand on his lower back, making him arch to stick his ass further out. This causes his chest to press against the tile as well and he shivers with sensitivity, the cold stimulating his sensitive nipples. Jimin praises him over and over as he stretches Jungkook open. He isn’t careful to avoid his prostate at all, so by the time Jimin slips the plug into him, Jungkook is hard and leaking.
“Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook whines, chest heaving as he resists the urge to basically hump the shower wall. To give in like that would be so embarrassing and his hyungs would never let him live it down.
“What’s the matter bun?” Jimin asks, his voice so soft and gentle as he rubs Jungkook’s lower back. Jungkook whines again; he knows that Jimin knows what’s wrong. Jungkook shifts his stance but that turns out to be a mistake, the plus pressing even more on his prostate. “Come on baby, let’s go down for dinner. I’m sure it’s ready now.”
Jimin helps him out of the shower and towels him down before slinging a silk robe over his shoulders. Jungkook bites back a yelp when Jimin pats him on the ass, sending his hyung a sharp glare over his shoulder. Jimin only smirks back at him and motions him forward.
When they walk into the kitchen, Hoseok is arranging multiple take out trays on the table. His hair is dark and wet, slicked back off his forehead and curling around his slim neck. He must have jumped in the guest room shower after he ordered dinner. When he looks up from his task and sees Jungkook standing in the archway his eyes darken. Jungkook can feel Hoseok’s gaze drag down his body, lingering on where the hem of the robe brushes his thick thighs. His hyung stalks toward him, circling him slowly. Jungkook whimpers when Hoseok’s hand squeezes his ass and pulls him close.
Hoseok gently smoothes a damp lock of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, “You’re so pretty, baby.”
“Thank you oppa,” Jungkook responds, melting into his older boyfriend’s hold.
Hoseok pulls Jungkook into his lap at the table, ignoring the way Jungkook squirms, trying to get comfortable with the plug so deep inside him. His boyfriends chat idly as they eat, Hoseok occasionally pausing to give Jungkook a bite or a sip of water.
When broth from a soup dumpling dribbles down Jungkook’s chin, Hoseok sets down his chopsticks in favor of a napkin. “What a messy little girl you are,” Hoseok teases as he wipes up the juice, causing hot humiliation to curl in Jungkook’s stomach.
“Say sorry to oppa for spilling, bun,” Jimin smirks from across the table, “You could’ve gotten him dirty.”
“Sorry oppa,” Jungkook whispers, feeling his cheeks flush red.
“I don’t think he heard you, baby.” Jungkook shoots Jimin a glare, but all his hyung does is smirk, leaning back in his chair.
“Jungkook.” Jungkook gulps when Hoseok’s voice rumbles deeply next to his ear. “Don’t be rude to Jiminie. He’s just trying to teach you some manners.”
Shame runs hot through Jungkook’s veins and he picks at the hem of his robe. Hoseok presses a finger under Jungkook’s chin, making the younger look up at him. “Were we gone so long you forgot how to be good for us?”
Jungkook feels tears gathering at his lash line and shakes his head vigorously. He hates disappointing his hyungs. “I’m sorry oppa, I’m sorry Jimin-ssi.” Jungkook sniffles and Jimin coos at him, hurrying around the table and throwing his arms around Jungkook, tucking his head under his chin.
“Hyung is sorry for teasing,” Jimin says, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “He just couldn’t help it. You’re such a good little bunny for us.”
“Have you had enough to eat sweetheart?” Hoseok’s hand is softly massaging Jungkook’s thigh, fingers barely brushing the hem of his robe but not going underneath.
“Yes oppa.” Jungkook bites his lip, looking up at Hoseok through his lashes.
“Go upstairs and wait for us, alright baby girl? You know how I want you.”
“Yes oppa.”
The second Jimin releases him, Jungkook bolts from Hoseok’s lap, eager to obey. He slows to a brisk walk when Hoseok scolds him for running. When he reaches their bedroom, he lets the robe slip off his shoulders and onto the floor. He kneels at the foot of the bed, head resting on the satin sheets. His hands are a little sweaty when he clasps them behind his lower back.
It isn’t long before he hears footsteps climbing the staircase and he wets his lips in anticipation. The door swings open and he knows they’re close, he just can’t see them yet. He resists the urge to look, not wanting to disappoint Hoseok any further. A pair of legs come into view and then they’re crouching next to him. Hoseok pets his hair softly and Jungkook hums in contentment.
“My baby girl, you’re so good. So sweet for me and Jiminie.” The praise goes straight to Jungkook’s cock. He’d softened during dinner but he can feel himself getting hard again with just a few sweet words from Hoseok. “Would you like to know what I have planned for you tonight? Why I told Jimin-ah to fill you up with our biggest plug?”
“Yes oppa.” Jungkook whimpers when Hoseok’s hand slides down his spine to tap the base of the plug lightly. Another hand grabs his hair and pulls down, making him look up. Jimin is at his other side, looking down at Jungkook, making him feel so small.
“Ask nicely bun,” Jimin demands, squeezing his fist tighter and making Jungkook’s scalp tingle with little pinpricks of pain.
“Please oppa. Tell me.” Jungkook squirms under Jimin’s gaze, desperate to please him.
“Remember how we talked about you wanting to take both of us at the same time?” Hoseok asks, fingers still teasing at his entrance. Jungkook whines, nodding as best he can with Jimin’s hand still tugging at his hair. “Yes oppa. I remember.”
“Would you like to try that tonight?” Hoseok stops Jungkook before he can answer immediately with a finger to his lips. “Really think about it baby. I don’t want you to say yes for us, I want you to say yes for you.”
Jimin’s hand loosens its grip and Jungkook closes his eyes to think. He does a mental check of how his body is feeling, if he really is ready to stretch himself to the limit, mentally and physically. He thinks about how much he trusts his boyfriends and he knows they’ll do everything to make sure he’s safe. When he opens his eyes, both his hyung and his oppa are looking at him with gentle, loving gazes.
“Yes oppa, yes Jimin-ssi. I want to take both of you,” Jungkook shivers, “at the same time.”
Hoseok grins wickedly, before ordering Jimin to lay down on the bed and maneuvering Jungkook on his hands and knees between Jimin’s legs. Jungkook eagerly pulls down the band of Jimin’s sweatpants, freeing Jimin’s hard cock. His hyung is already hard, the tip red and leaking, begging for attention. Hoseok must have riled him up before they came up to the bedroom.
Jimin protests when Hoseok tells Jungkook only to cockwarm him but he’s silenced with a solid smack to his thigh and the threat of punishment. Jungkook grins before swallowing him down, remembering how Jimin had been teasing him all night; he’s now getting a taste of his own medicine.
Jimin’s cock is hot and heavy on his tongue, breaching his throat easily. Jungkook moans when he feels Hoseok slide the plug out of him, the vibrations from his throat making Jimin’s thighs tense. There’s the ominous click of the lube being opened and then Hoseok is working three fingers into him.
“Already so loose for me, baby girl,” Hoseok teases, his other hand gripping Jungkook’s ass cheek hard enough to bruise, holding him open. “So desperate to be full of cock, aren’t you?”
Jungkook’s eyes roll back and his thighs shake when Hoseok presses his fingers against his prostate. He pulls off Jimin’s cock, spit running down his chin. “Oppa, don’t wanna come yet.”
“I know you don’t princess. Don’t worry, I won’t let you. Not yet.”
Jungkook takes a deep breath before sinking down on Jimin’s cock once more, loving the taste of his hyung’s precum smearing across his tongue. Soon Hoseok is working four fingers into his loose hole; the slick sound of the lube as he works Jungkook open is obscene.
“Think I can fit my whole fist in this pretty pussy Jimin-ah?” Hoseok sneers and Jungkook shudders. Jimin props himself up on his elbows, trying to see Jungkook’s gaping hole.
“I don’t know hyung, but I think you should try. He can take it, can’t you baby?” Jimin pulls Jungkook off, slipping a thumb inside his wet mouth and pressing down on his tongue. “Answer, bun.” Jungkook chokes out a garbled yes, trying his best to speak with his tongue pinned down. “There’s your answer Seokie, he can take it.”
Jungkook moans when he feels Hoseok work his thumb inside him, along with his other four fingers. He can’t even try and be quiet with Jimin holding his mouth open.
“What a good little bunny, taking oppa’s whole hand in your ass,” Jimin croons. “So messy too, drooling all over hyung’s hand.” Jungkook can barely focus on the filth spilling out of Jimin’s mouth, he’s too consumed with how full he feels. His thighs shake and obscene sounds spill out of his throat and around Jimin’s fingers as Hoseok presses the widest part of his hand past Jungkook’s rim. He can’t believe Hoseok has his whole fucking fist inside him right now. He’s sure the sight of his rim stretched around Hoseok’s wrist is down right pornographic.
After a moment, Hoseok pulls his hand out, thumbing softly at Jungkook’s quivering rim. He leans down to speak gently in Jungkook’s ear. “How are you feeling baby? Think you’re ready to take us both now?” Jimin slips his thumb out of Jungkook’s mouth so he can answer, wiping his saliva covered fingers on the sheets.
“Yes oppa, need you and Jimin-ssi. Need you both inside me,” Jungkook begs. Not feeling even an ounce of embarrassment at how shameless he’s being.
“Alright, sweetheart. Why don’t you lie down?” Hoseok helps Jungkook lay on his side next to Jimin, pressing himself up against his back. Jimin quickly strips before laying down to face Jungkook. He leans forward to kiss Jungkook softly, tugging gently at his lip with his teeth.
“Give oppa a kiss too baby,” Jimin instructs as his hand slips down to rest on Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook turns his head obediently, pressing his lips to Hoseok’s. His hyung is quick to slip his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth, missing the taste of him. Jungkook gasps into Hoseok’s mouth when he feels Jimin pressing against his entrance, slipping easily inside him.
“So good, Kookie. Taking me so well,” Jimin moans, breath hot against Jungkook’s throat. Hoseok’s hand moves down to grip Jungkook’s thigh, holding him open as Jimin lazily fucks into him. Hoseok stretched him so well there’s little to no resistance, Jimin’s cock sliding in and out so easily. Hoseok lets Jimin have his fun for a few more minutes before telling him to stop.
Hoseok tells Jungkook what he’s doing as he slips a finger inside him alongside Jimin’s cock. One soon becomes too, and only when Jungkook begs does two become three.
“Please oppa, please fuck me. I need you too,” Jungkook whines, fisting the sheets next to his head. He breathes a sigh of relief when he hears Hoseok unzip his jeans.
“On your back Jimin-ah,” Hoseok orders. Jimin listens, pulling Jungkook with him so he’s resting on top. Jimin yelps when Hoseok upends the bottle of lube over Jungkook’s hole, some of it dribbling down over Jimin’s balls.
“Fuck hyung, that’s cold.” Hoseok just snickers, tapping the tip of his cock against Jungkook’s rim. Jungkook whines into the crook of Jimin’s neck. “Come on Seokie, look at the little bunny. He’s shaking, he wants it so bad.”
Jimin isn’t wrong, Jungkook’s thighs are shaking where they’re stretched around Jimin’s waist. His cock is practically weeping where it’s pressed between their stomachs.
Hoseok chuckles before pressing his cock against Jungkook’s hole, pushing forward gently. Jungkook whines when he slips past his rim, his eyes rolling back at the stretch. He pants into Jimin’s neck, moaning high in his throat everytime Hoseok inches in further.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jimin swears, throwing his head back as Jungkook gets tighter around him, Hoseok’s length pressing right up against his own. Jungkook takes the opportunity to tuck his head even further into Jimin’s neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin.
They all release a simultaneous sigh of relief once Hoseok is all the way inside. Jungkook is quivering on top of Jimin and he wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist to ground him.
“You feel so good baby,” Hoseok groans, his hand resting on Jungkook’s lower back.
Jungkook doesn’t feel like he can form words so when Hoseok asks if he can move, he just whines. Hoseok seems to get the message, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing back in. It stays like this, a slow push and pull, and Jungkook feels overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Jimin-ssi,” he whines, tilting his head up as best he can, “kiss.” Jimin indulges him willingly, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks and nose before joining their lips together.
Jungkook doesn’t think he’s ever felt this full in his life. Every time Hoseok pushes inside, he presses Jimin’s cock harder onto his prostate, making his thighs tremble. His arms have long given out, his whole body resting on Jimin. He’s going out of his mind with pleasure and he’s sure he’s going to come soon.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so good. Taking us so well,” Hoseok praises. Jungkook whimpers against Jimin’s mouth when Hoseok digs his fingers into his ass cheeks, pulling him open even further.
“Oppa, gonna cum.” He sets his head back on Jimin’s chest, listening to his heartbeat race. Jimin’s skin is hot against his cheek and he swipes his tongue across his nipple, moaning at the salty, sweaty taste. Jimin’s chest isn’t as sensitive as his, but it still earns him a startled gasp from his younger boyfriend’s throat.
Hoseok doesn’t speed up, but he thrusts harder, deeper. Jungkook has never been so grateful that they don’t have neighbors because he knows he’s being loud. He’s stretched so wide and his rim is so sensitive, he’s choking on sobs and whimpering into Jimin’s chest.
Seconds later, Jungkook’s coming, his whole body trembling, Jimin’s hands clenching his own. Hot cum spurts between their stomachs, dripping down Jimin’s waist and onto the sheets. Hoseok stills behind him, letting him work through his orgasm before slowly pulling out. Jungkook whines and Jimin whispers sweet things to him, presses soft kisses to his hairline. It’s so wrong, how empty he feels, even though Jimin is still inside him. Hoseok’s hands smooth over his lower back and ass, soothing his shaking muscles.
“Feeling good bun?” Jimin asks softly, threading his hand through Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook nods, humming his affirmation, not feeling like he can speak yet. His boyfriends both laugh softly, cooing and pressing kisses to his face and shoulders.
They all rest together until Jungkook is a little more alert, his head no longer full of cotton.
“Oppa, Jimin-ssi.”
“Yes bun?”, “Yes princess?” His boyfriends speak at the same time.
“Oppa and Jimin-ssi need to come too.”
“My sweet boy, always worried about his hyungs,” Jimin teases gently, pinching his cheek.
“Where do you want our cum, baby?” Hoseok asks. Jungkook squirms, tucking his head back into Jimin’s neck. Heat pools in his abdomen as he thinks about his boyfriends covering him in their release, marking him.
“ ‘m ‘ole,” Jungkook mumbles into Jimin’s skin, flushing when Jimin giggles at his bashfulness.
“We can’t hear you when you mumble, baby bunny.”
“I want you to come on my h-hole,” Jungkook stutters out. “On m-my pussy.” Hoseok swears under his breath when he says that and Jimin grips his waist tightly.
“Want you to get on your knees for us sweet boy, do you think you can do that?” Jungkook nods, pushing himself up with tired arms. He whines when the movement causes Jimin to slip out of him as well and he can feel lube dripping down his inner thigh as he does what Jimin asked. Burying his face into one of their many pillows, he arches his back and spreads his legs, showing off his stretched, wet hole. He hears them shuffling around to position themselves behind him and gasps when one of them taps his sore rim with the tip of their cock.
Jungkook revels in Hoseok’s heavy breaths and Jimin’s high, soft moans as they jerk themselves off. It isn’t long before their coming, hot streaks of cum painting Jungkook’s ass, striping across his used hole. He hears the shutter of a camera click and protests out of principle, but he doesn’t actually care.
“What’s wrong baby? You didn’t seem to mind sending us all sorts of pretty pictures a few days ago.” Hoseok teases. If Jungkook wasn’t so exhausted, he’d tackle him in retaliation.
Hoseok helps him lay down and soon Jimin is wiping him off with a warm, wet cloth. They tuck him into bed, pulling the sheets up to his chin before climbing in next to him, cuddling him close.
“Comfortable baby?” Jimin asks, using one hand to softly rub his lower back. Jungkook nods, sinking further into the bed and letting his boyfriends pamper him. His eyes fall shut and he lets go, all his muscles relaxing. He mutters a quick goodnight, getting two goodnights and one wish for sweet dreams in return. Jungkook drifts off, feeling safe, loved and adored. His loves are finally home.