Hope In The Sheets Part 2
Part 2 because LJ said this was too long ... START WITH PART 1
Hoseok turned back to him and said, a little louder, a little more confident. “I want to suck on Daddy’s cock. Can I, Daddy, please? Can I please suck on Daddy’s cock?”
Namjoon-daddy moaned and held his dick toward Hoseok’s mouth. “Yes, yes. You can. Good girl for asking so nicely.”
Hoseok loved Namjoon-daddy’s cock. It lacked the length of Taehyung’s and the absolute girth of Jimin’s, but god, he loved to have it in his mouth. He felt like he could swallow Daddy down the easiest, with the perfect curve just at the head to slide along the roof of his mouth. Hoseok bobbed his head, taking Daddy all the way down on the third try, burying his face into his warm stomach.
Other hands, not Appa’s who was running his hands through Hoseok’s hair, gripped the band of his underwear and pulled them down over his ass.
“Cute butt,” Yoongi-oppa said and caressed it. “Delicious too. Going to eat you out, baby girl. Going to eat your pretty pussy.”
Hoseok whined, trying to lift his ass and spread his legs at the same time, but only managing to shove Daddy’s dick down his throat and gagging.
“Careful, baby,” Appa warned and soothed a hand down the back of his neck. “Let Yoongi take the underwear off.”
Hoseok moaned around Namjoon-daddy’s erection and followed Yoongi-oppa’s physical commands to move his body so he could remove the underwear. And then he pushed Hoseok’s knees apart, slid his hands up Hoseok’s inner thighs, and just barely brushed his balls before spreading his ass.
“We definitely don’t mind if you want to shave,” Yoongi-oppa said, swiping a finger along Hoseok’s cleft, “but you should never, ever think you aren’t pretty. Even like this, I can’t wait to get my tongue inside you.”
Hoseok whined and curled his ass up, trying to beg with movements since his mouth was full.
Yoongi-oppa chuckled and spread Hoseok’s ass before licking up his cleft just once. “Pretty, so pretty. So good for us, baby.”
Hoseok cried out, muffled but loud, when Yoongi-oppa licked at his crinkled hole, just soft licks, back and forth, up and down his cleft, around the rim, poking a little past it. Hoseok’s head swam and the only way he could deal with it was doubling his efforts on Namjoon-daddy’s cock. He sped up, bobbing his head, a constant whine vibrating in his throat.
Daddy moaned long and loud. He knocked Seokjin-appa’s hands away from his hair and took a hold of Hoseok’s head, held him down, and swore long and loud as he pumped his release suddenly into Hoseok’s throat. Hoseok choked and pushed back on the grip, gagging, and Daddy released him. He pulled off, coughing, and more come splattered all over his face.
“Sorry, baby, sorry, fuck, I’m sorry, baby girl. Daddy’s sorry.”
But Hoseok did not care, because Yoongi-oppa was still eating his ass, and there were soft hands wiping at the tears and come on his face and he whined, “Daddy, thank you, Daddy, thank you for letting me suck on your dick, thank you for coming in my mouth. Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, I choked. Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“You did so good, baby girl,” Appa said. “Don’t be sorry. It was so sexy. Come on, it’s Jimin’s turn.”
Hoseok sniffled and pouted up at Namjoon-daddy. “Daddy isn’t mad?”
Namjoon shook his head and smiled. He cupped Hoseok’s cheeks and said, “Baby girl did so well.”
Hoseok let himself be mollified and moved so he was between Jimin’s legs instead. “Jimin-oppa,” Hoseok said and smiled at him, eyes obviously glassy, “can I suck on your dick, too, oppa?”
Jimin smiled and cupped his cheeks. “Good girl for remembering to ask, and yes, you can. Want to get in your mouth so much.”
Jimin had taken off his pants and underwear, leaving him in just a white tank top. His skin was so pretty, and Hoseok ran his hands up his strong thighs and to his stomach.
“Jimin-oppa is so handsome,” Hoseok murmured and then pressed a kiss to the tip of Jimin’s fat dick.
Jimin moaned and said, “Thanks, pretty girl.” He wiped the precome-covered head of his dick on Hoseok’s lips. “I’m not going to come as fast as Namjoon--”
Hoseok giggled at Daddy’s protest.
“--so you better get to work so the others can have their turn.”
Hoseok licked at the head and said, “Okay, oppa. Okay. I’ll do so good. I promise.”
“I know you will, baby girl.”
Fuck that name. Hoseok whined and took the head in his lips. Jimin’s dick was so wide, it stretched Hoseok’s lips and made it difficult to take into his mouth, but Jimin didn’t care about finesse or teeth, so Hoseok just did what he did most of the time and let himself drool around the shaft and try to take it into the side of his cheek. Jimin-oppa appreciated his efforts and moaned, hips lifting into Hoseok’s movements.
Yoongi-oppa went back to his ass, and Hoseok almost bit down in surprise at the finger that suddenly breached him with Yoongi’s tongue.
“Yoongi-yah going to stretch you out,” Seokjin-appa whispered and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, just next to the strap of the bra. “Stretch you out, and then we’re going to fuck you and fill you up with all our come, do you want that baby girl?”
Hoseok nodded, and Jimin-oppa moaned. He held Hoseok’s head in place and rocked up into his mouth.
“Want to come inside your cute butt,” Jimin said.
“After me,” Taehyung said. “Me first.”
“You’ve already come twice, you overeager horndog,” Jungkook said.
“Fuck, that’s it. Come on, you assholes,” Taehyung said. “Rock paper scissors.”
Seokjin-appa chuckled and said, “Fine, dongsaeng, if you want to lose again.”
Hoseok preened under their attention, that they all wanted him so much. Jimin’s hand shook as he played against them, and only Yoongi-oppa didn’t because Yoongi-oppa never topped. Ever.
“Fuck, fucking hell,” Taehyung said and plopped down on the couch next to Jimin. “How did you win, and you aren’t even paying attention?”
Jimin’s laugh was breathless. “Just that good, just like our baby girl.”
Hoseok moaned and took all of Jimin into his throat.
“If you come now, you forfeit your turn.”
Jimin laughed and pulled Taehyung to him for a kiss. “Shut up, Tae. I’m not going to come yet. You done yet, Yoongi-hyung?”
Yoongi-oppa pulled away from his ass and Hoseok whined, lifting up again to get Yoongi’-oppas tongue back. Yoongi-oppa chuckled. “I’ve got three fingers inside him twisting him up, so yeah, I’d say our baby girl is ready.”
“Good.” Jimin pulled Hoseok away from his dick despite his moan. “Come sit on my dick, baby girl. I want to stretch your pussy open.”
Hoseok moaned and used Jimin’s knees to crawl up his body. Their lips met in a dirty wet kiss that had them both smiling.
“How you doing, love?” Jimin asked. “Need a break? Color?”
“No, green. Fuck me, oppa, please.”
Taehyung moaned from next to them.
“Can’t wait,” Jimin said.
“But you will,” Seokjin-appa said, making them both moan. But Seokjin-appa glared and said, “For just a moment. Baby girl, you aren’t allowed to come.”
Hoseok sucked in a harsh breath. “Appa!”
“No,” Seokjin said, taking both of his cheeks in his hands for a moment. He tapped Hoseok’s pout. “You aren’t allowed to come.” He patted his cheek. “Not until we all have, when you’re leaking our come, and so full of all of us, then you can come, okay?”
Hoseok huffed, but he nodded. “Okay, Appa. Okay. But I can come after, right?”
“Yes, you can. Remember, this is an order for our baby girl. What happens if you disobey?”
Hoseok bit his lip and said, “Spanking. I get a spanking.”
“That’s right. Now be a good girl.”
“I will. I’ll be good.”
There were so many moans after that that Hoseok flushed.
“Good. Now get on Jimin’s dick.” Appa pecked his lips and released him.
Hoseok straddled Jimin’s thighs and Jimin shifted down the couch for a better angle. Hoseok leaned in to kiss him, and lowered his ass until the head of Jimin’s fat cock was between his asscheeks. Someone was holding him up. A hand on his hip gave him permission to sink down, and he did, moaning at the stretch of his rim around Jimin’s girth.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” Jungkook said.
Hoseok settled with his mouth open against Jimin’s, they both froze a moment while Hoseok throbbed around him, and then Jimin moaned and said, “Yeah, fuck, can’t ...” He thrust up, hands tightening in Hoseok’s hair and his tongue suddenly in his mouth. His thrusts were quick and short, pulling a grunt from Hoseok with each one.
“Fucking, fuck, so tight, baby girl. Fuck. Yoongi, fuck you, hyung!”
Hoseok was confused until he felt the tongue lap at the top of his entrance, where Jimin’s cock spread him open.
Jimin cursed louder, hips stuttering and then fucking faster as he came. He broke away from the kiss, head pulled back and moaned. Unable to resist such a pretty neck, Hoseok sucked on the skin next to his adam’s apple while Jimin’s body shuddered through his orgasm.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Yoongi-oppa said.
“Don’t lick him clean, hyung,” Jungkook said. “We want him dripping with us, remember.” Strong hands lifted Hoseok by the hips and Jimin slipped from him with a wet noise and a moan from more than just Hoseok.
“Gonna fuck you so hard, noona,” Jungkook whispered and tightened his grip on his waist before sliding his dick right into Hoseok without any teasing, bottoming out with a low groan that matched Hoseok’s high whine. His whine continued as Jungkook thrust into him without letting him get used to the longer length inside him. Of course the maknae had the biggest dick in both girth and length.
Hoseok whimpered, lowering his head to press his forehead to Jimin’s shoulder. “Shh, baby girl,” Jimin said and peppered his skin with kisses. “You’re okay, so good, so good for our maknae.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook said, sliding a hand up Hoseok’s back and under the bra. “So good for me, noona.”
Hoseok’s head was swimming with pleasure, his belly going tight and tense. He felt his balls pulse and then a second later he was splattering Jimin with precome. Jimin moaned, and so did Jungkook, falling over the top of him and smashing Hoseok into Jimin. His dick slid against Jimin’s sweat-slick skin, and he was crying out as his body shuddered through an intense and unexpected orgasm. It was just there, working its way along Hoseok skin, easy enough to hold back, and then snapping with lightning, and Hoseok came between their bodies, riding out the pleasure under Jungkook’s direction, pulling and pushing his hips, fucking Hoseok back onto his cock.
“Baby girl,” Jimin said in admonishment.
Hoseok cried. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t mean to. A strong arm snaked around his chest and pulled him up, putting his back against Jungkook’s chest, and his cock still buried inside him. Jungkook kissed his neck, fingers light over the bra, whispers of praise and assurances that Hoseok couldn’t hear beyond his tears.
“Baby,” Seokjin-appa said and cupped his cheeks. “Baby, it’s okay.”
“No, no no, bad, I was bad, sorry, Appa, I’m sorry I was a bad girl, I ...”
“Well, that’s it, stop right now.”
Seokjin-appa frowned over at Namjoon-daddy and then shushed Hoseok with a kiss. “Baby girl, shh, come on. Take a deep breath. Deep breath. What’s your color, baby girl?”
Hoseok gasped. He didn't want to stop. He was ... he wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet, but ... “Y-ye-yellow, Appa. I'm sorry. Yellow. I’m sorry.”
“Hush. You should never be sorry if you need a break.”
“Yellow, yellow.”
Seokjin continued to kiss him, and Taehyung got up and came back with a bottle of water, his face more concerned now than filled with lust.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” Yoongi-oppa said and slid his fingers through the mess on Jimin’s stomach. He brought them up to Hoseok who lapped at them as they entered his mouth. “Such a good girl. And so pretty. You’re so so pretty.”
“I’m sorry, oppas,” Hoseok said.
“No, baby girl. Don’t be sorry. I’m pretty sure Jungkook doesn’t give a fuck that he made you come practically untouched.”
Jungkook hummed in contentment against Hoseok’s shoulder. “So hot, the way you tightened up around me, noona.”
A cool cloth wiped up some of the sweat and come from Hoseok’s face and neck.
“You okay now, baby girl?” Namjoon-daddy asked and got his own kiss. “You ready to keep going or do you need longer?”
“I’m ... I’m okay, Daddy.”
Seokjin-appa smiled and kissed his cheek. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
Hoseok nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, let Jungkook finish and then you get a spanking.”
Hoseok pouted, but his skin was tingling in anticipation.
“Well, noona gets a spanking right now,” Taehyung said, “because Jungkook already came and he’s trying to go for two without anyone noticing.”
Jungkook laughed and didn’t even try to contradict that. “Busted. I couldn’t help it, with how tight noona’s pussy was clamping around me. Still is, too.”
Hoseok blushed bright red and moaned when Jungkook pulled out, come dripping from the tip of his cock. It was Yoongi-oppa that dropped down to suck Jungkook into his mouth to get the come off of him since he wasn’t allowed to eat it out of Hoseok’s ass ... yet. Jungkook moaned and gripped his hair, thrusting into his throat.
Seokjin-appa touched Hoseok’s cheek. “So a spanking. Do you want me or Daddy to do it?”
Hoseok bit his lip and glanced between them. He knew that Daddy would hit him harder just because he didn’t really understand his own strength.
“Daddy. Can ... can Daddy do it?”
“Of course, baby girl. Let’s get you in position.”
Hoseok’s limbs still wobbled as he climbed from Jimin’s lap. Seokjin helped settle him over Daddy’s strong thighs. One knee pressed into the couch and the other hung down, socked toe sliding on the hardwood. Daddy hefted him up higher, using one hand around his waist to hold him in position on his lap. Seokjin-appa lifted Hoseok’s face and kissed him.
“You came without permission, but it isn’t entirely your fault that Jungkook is just so good with his dick.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Seokjin-appa rolled his eyes. “Because of that, you aren’t getting a lot of spankings. Only five. Be good and count for Appa, okay?”
Hoseok nodded. “I can do that, Appa.”
“I know you can because you’re a good girl.”
The first spank caught him by surprise, tearing a sharp breath from him. The noise startled him and the pain spread along his ass an up his back.
“One, Appa.”
“Good girl,” Seokjin murmured and kissed him.
The second spank was harder and stung tears into Hoseok’s eyes. But he was good and said, “Two.”
The next one was on the other cheek, shocking him with the sudden new sharp pain. Daddy’s hands were so big, so strong. It felt so good. Almost better when he rubbed away the pain and left nothing but heat. And love. Maybe love. Hoseok blushed harder just thinking about it.
“Baby, how many?”
Hoseok pouted and shook his head. “Sorry, sorry, can’t ... can’t ... feels so good.”
“It’s three, but it’s okay this time baby, but next time you forget to count, we’re going to start all over.”
Hoseok whined. “Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, Appa.”
“God, this is so fucking hot,” Taehyung muttered from somewhere close by and another hand slid down his thigh.
When he was spanked again, Hoseok remembered to say four. The last spank was on the left again, right against the curve, and it stung so good that Hoseok almost didn’t want to say five, just to get another round. But he was a good girl and he wanted praise more than he wanted a spanking.
“Five, Appa. Five.”
“Such a good, sweet girl,” Seokjin-appa murmured and gave him another kiss. “Now, it’s Taehyung’s turn.”
“About fucking time.”
Seokjin-appa chuckled and said, “But we all know that Yoongi wants you to fuck him, too.”
“Yes, I would like that.”
Hoseok glanced over at Yoongi-oppa who was the only one completely naked. Jungkook had three fingers buried in his ass.
“Do you want that, baby girl? Do you want to fuck Yoongi while Taehyung-ie fucks you?”
Hoseok moaned and nodded.
“I don’t want to share!”
Hoseok looked over at him and licked his lip. “Please, oppa, please Taehyung-oppa. Fuck me while I fuck Yoongi-oppa.”
“Fuck, fuck. Fine. Hurry up. All you fuckheads, hurry up.”
“Let’s move to the floor. Who has enough energy still to go get some blankets?”
“If it gets me to fuck noona faster, then I’m going to,” Taehyung said and headed for the bathroom. Seokjin followed after him muttering something about making sure he retrieved more than the minimum.
Namjoon-daddy tugged Hoseok up and into his lap. Hoseok was shaking, shivering under the direction and pleasure still spinning in his skin. Daddy settled him with his back to Daddy’s chest, hands at his hips. His ass was so warm against Daddy’s body, and he moaned, curling his body up for a moment. His legs spread over Daddy’s knees. The grip of large hands on his hips tightened, and he closed his mouth on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Daddy,” Hoseok breathed.
Namjoon-daddy moaned into his skin, and Hoseok felt his dick pulse against his warmed ass. Dancer muscles, dancer strength, dancer intuition, dancer agility ... Hoseok used all of them to tighten his knees on Daddy’s and lift his ass up, twist, and sink down on Daddy’s erection. Daddy bit down with a low moan, pulling a high cry from Hoseok at the bite.
“It’s not Namjoon-hyung’s turn,” Jungkook pointed out.
“Don’t think anyone cares,” Yoongi said and moved between their spread legs. “Except probably Taehyung.”
Daddy moved his mouth to another patch of skin, leaving another bite.
Hoseok moaned, rolling his hips, not lifting, just feeling Namjoon-daddy inside him. He opened his eyes and looked down when Yoongi-oppa grabbed his ankles.
“These socks are so cute,” Yoongi said, kissing his ankle through the material. “Do you wear them a lot?”
Hoseok nodded. “When I can hide them.”
“So glad you aren’t hiding from us anymore, baby,” Yoongi-oppa murmured and kissed his knee. He draped Hoseok’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down to suck Hoseok’s half hard dick into his mouth.
Hoseok cried out, butt rising to thrust into the warmth and then dropping back down to not lose the stretch of Daddy’s dick in his ass. He did it again, and then again, before his thighs hurt, his muscles unused to this particular movement. They quivered under Yoongi-oppa’s hands and he faltered. He wanted so much, too much, adn he couldn’t get it. Frustration fueled his whines, and Namjoon-daddy started whispering into his ear about how good he felt.
Taehyung’s disapproval wavered in Hoseok’s mind, but he barely heard it over the pleasure and ache in his muscles.
“I’m so close, baby,” Daddy said. “I’m going to come so hard. Your dirty pussy is so eager for more. Do you want my come, baby?”
Hoseok nodded. “Yes!” he almost screamed. “Yes, please, pelase, Daddy. Please Daddy, I want your come!”
More than just Namjoon-daddy moaned. He got his hands on Hoseok’s stinging ass, gripped his thighs and lifted his up and down. Yoongi-oppa steadied him with a firm grip on his thighs, and between the two of them, Hoseok did not have to move himself. They lifted him up and down on Daddy’s dick and into Yoongi-oppa’s mouth. Everything was dirty and wet, and Daddy’s dick squelched through the mess of lube an come already inside his ass.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, you’re so pretty, so good for Daddy. You’re Daddy’s pretty girl.” The grip on his ass tightened enough that Hoseok screamed and Namjoon-daddy held him down, jerking his dick up as much as the couch cushions would allow. His entire body shook and he bit down on Hoseok’s other shoulder, the noise from his orgasm still loud around the bite.
Hoseok wanted to come, so badly, come into Yoongi-oppa’s mouth and clamp down around Daddy’s cock, but he was good, he was a good girl, and he was NOT going to come without permission again.
Before Namjoon-daddy had completely stilled, Yoongi-oppa pushed at Hoseok’s thighs, forcing his legs to bend, knees almost to his chest and Namjoon-daddy slipped from his ass and Yoongi-oppa sucked him into his mouth to swallow the last few spurts of his release. With a growled, “Fuck it,” his mouth went to Hoseok’s stretched asshole and he licked into, sucking the musty spunk into his throat.
Hoseok whimpered at the harsh sucks on his sensitive, swollen rim.
“Fuck you all, it’s my turn,” Taehyung whined.
Hoseok wasn’t sure how much more he could handle, and Taehyung’s dick was hefty. But fuck, it felt good. He wasn’t as long as Jungkook, but he was thicker than Jimin. Usually when Hoseok really wanted to be stretched open, he sat on Taehyung.
Yoongi-oppa kissed up the back of Hoseok’s thighs and let his legs fall back to his shoulder. He licked at Namjoon-daddy’s cock on his way up and then continued over Hoseok’s abs and to his chest. He unhooked the bra with one hand and then closed his mouth over Hoseok’s sensitive nipples. Hoseok arched into his mouth with a cry. Yoongi-oppa lapped at each nipple, sucking softly, and then moved farther up to his neck and his mouth. He kissed him and Hoseok moaned at the sharp tang of come on his tongue.
“Wanna fuck me, baby girl?” Yoongi-oppa growled against his lip.
Hoseok’s cock throbbed and he nodded. “Yes, oppa, yes, please. Can I fuck you, Yoongi-oppa?”
“Such a sweet, obedient girl. Come on.”
Yoongi-oppa gave him one more kiss before standing on wobbly legs. He was so hard, Hoseok could see the stream of precome own his dick. Yoongi-oppa had such a nice dick, not to wide like Taehyung’s and about the size of Jungkook’s. The head curled in a way that Hoseok knew it’d slide right over his prostate while being fucked from behind. It was such a shame that he didn’t like to top. Hoseok would not mind sitting on him one day.
Yoongi-oppa staggered to the middle of the room. Seokjin-appa had cleared a space of furniture and put down the padding that usually was on top of Jimin’s mattress. He’d gathered almost all of their pillows and a few soft blankets. And lube. There were three bottles of lube on one corner of the makeshift bed.
Taehyung stood over him all of a sudden, dick in his hand. “Gonna burst all over your face if I don't get inside you right now.”
Hoseok looked up at him, leaned forward to lick at the weeping head of his dick. Taehyung moaned. “Want oppa to come on my face,” Hoseok murmured.
“Fuck, fuck,” Taehyung stroked himself and Hoseok sucked up the precome with a whine.
Taehyung growled, wrapped a hand in his hair and yanked him back. “No. No. Want to fuck you.”
Hoseok licked his lips. “Please, oppa. I want ... I want your dick ...” He flushed bright pink before he even managed to say what he wanted, but fuck, he was so turned on. “I want your dick in my wet pussy, oppa.”
“Fuck!” Taehyung shouted among other moans around them. He took two heavy steps back, his hands away from his dick that everyone could see was throbbing and ready to burst.
“You aren’t even going to last more than a second inside him,” Jungkook teased.
“Like you were any better, you brat,” Yoongi-oppa said as he settled on his back. Seokjin-appa settled Yoongi-oppa’s head on a pillow, Yoongi-oppa lifted his legs, hands behind his knees. It was really the only way to get him to actually stretch, a promise of a dick inside his ass. Seokjin-appa pressed a bottle of lube into him and squeezed. Yoongi-oppa sighed in contentment, tightening up to keep the lube inside him for a moment, and then relaxing. They all watched it dribble from his body.
“Come on, baby girl. Come breed me.”
Hoseok moaned, accepted Taehyung’s hand to stand up, and almost fell into his chest. Namjoon-daddy held his hips and lips pressed against the dip of his tailbone. Hoseok smiled down at him even as Taehyung curled an arm around his waist possessively.
“Thank you for fucking me, Daddy.”
Taehyung whined and Hoseok felt a splatter of precome on his thigh and he grinned at Taehyung. “Oppa wants me?”
“Fuck, so fucking much.” He finished taking off the bra that Yoongi had unclasped and tossed it toward where the dress was on the couch and then he practically yanked Hoseok toward the bed. “Get on your knees and fuck him so I can slide into you.”
Hoseok obeyed, because he wanted to make Taehyung-oppa happy, and his ass felt so empty after being fucked by three of them already. He crawled over Yoongi-oppa and smiled so wide when Yoongi-oppa puckered up his lips at him. They kissed, an easy soft kiss, that still managed to send tingles down Hoseok’s spine.
Seokjin-appa held Hoseok against Yoongi-oppa’s wet opening and Hoseok pushed forward at the same time that Yoongi-oppa lifted his hips and he sank into Yoongi-oppa’s tight body with a dirty, lewd noise. They both moaned as Hoseok stilled, his cock throbbing with want, but he had to be good. He wasn’t supposed to come.
He went to pull out, but Taehyung fell behind him, hands on his ass to keep him pressed into Yoongi-oppa. He shoved four fingers into Hoseok with a moan, twisting and pumping them through the mess for a moment.
Hoseok whined at the harshness that almost hurt. More lube slicked up his body and took away the slight sting. He sighed into Yoongi’s mouth. When Taehyung pulled his fingers free, Hoseok curled his ass up, sliding his knees apart. His entrance gaped open with a wet noise.
Taehyung moaned, sliding his dick up and own Hoseok’s cleft before sliding inside him, all the way. Hoseok choked, pulling away from Yoongi-oppa’s mouth to try to breathe. Fuck, it felt so good, so good to be taken, tighten around a hefty dick inside him, and feel the way Yoongi-oppa clenched around him at the same time.
He whined, low and upset, when Taehyung started moving.
“Baby?” Seokjin-appa said, lifting his head and wiping at his tears.
Hoseok gasped, breath too short from the pleasure. “Come, come, Appa, sorry. I ... I can’t ... I can’t ...”
Seokjin-appa hushed him, told Taehyung to stop moving, who grumbled, but did as he was told. He sat back on his knees, pulling Hoseok’s ass with him and Hoseok slipped out of Yoongi-oppa with a whimper. Everything was so wet, dripping off his cock and slicking over his balls and thighs.
Seokjin-appa wiped at his tears. “Baby girl, come on, it’s okay if you’re so turned on that you want to come. I’ve been inside Yoongi’s tight ass, remember?”
“Sorry, Appa. Sorry, Oppas. I ... I’m so bad.”
Taehyung moaned.
Seokjin-appa kissed him. “You are not a bad girl, baby. You’re so good to your oppas. Now, shush. Do you want a cock ring, or do you just want to come? Can you handle more spankings?”
Jimin was the one that said a cock ring. It was too much already.
Hoseok hated that he was right, but in a moment of clarity, he knew Jimin was right, because he was so overwhelmed from it all, from them not running from him, not making fun of him, not kicking him out of the band, and most of all, from them embracing what he needed and wanted, and wanting it too, wanting a pretty baby girl to share between them.
He almost came when Seokjin-appa gripped him long enough to slide a cock ring down his shaft.
“Th-thank you, Appa,” Hoseok said. “I ... I’ll learn to be better. I will.”
Seokjin-appa smiled and gave him a kiss. “I know you will, baby girl. Get back inside Yoongi and fuck him like he wants.”
Hoseok nodded frantically. He fell back over Yoongi-oppa’s body, hands by his head. His dick slid along his cleft before Seokjin-appa gripped him and held him steady to slam into him. After two thrusts, his body shook with pleasure and he drooled all over Yoongi-oppa’s chest while he orgasmed without relief.
“Fuck,” Taehyung shouted, gripping his hips, and fucking into him faster and harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby girl, so ... fuck, tight. Fuck.”
Hoseok couldn’t move between them anymore, not with the way Taehyung was fucking into him, slapping their bodies together. His cries were almost as loud, and when fingers tangled in his hair and a dick pressed against his mouth, he opened up, and let his mouth be taken too.
Seokjin-appa, with the curve of his dick gagging Hoseok with each trip down his throat.
Taehyung’s thrusts sped up, and Yoongi-oppa whined when Jimin sucked his dick into his mouth.
“So good, baby girl,” Seokjin-appa moaned. “So good. Want to come in your ass, but fuck, I want to come all over your pretty face.”
When Appa’s dick slid out of his mouth, Jungkook stepped close and wiped a glob of come on his lips and Hoseok turned his head to take him in instead. His mouth was forced open for the tip of Seokjin-appa again, both fighting for space in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Taehyung whined. “Fuck you all. Want her ... want Hoseok-noona all to myself. Fuck you all.”
“How tight are you clenching your pussy around Taehyung’s dick, noona?” Jungkook asked.
Pretty tight, based on Taehyung’s sudden moan.
“It’s from all of us wanting you, isn’t it, noona?”
Hoseok tried to nod with two dicks fucking into his mouth.
When Taehyung’s thrusts stuttered, Hoseok tried to tighten up around him more. He pushed Hoseok’s shoulder, dislodging Seokjin-appa and Jungkook, and even Jimin when he fell back over Yoongi-oppa. Taehyung dicked into him faster, hands on his hips as he growled and moaned through his orgasm. The pleasure in Hoseok peaked again from the force and the way Yoongi-oppa’s channel gripped his dick, and he shuddered through another dry orgasm, stopped from the cockring.
Taehyung fell over him, hands dangling loosely over his shoulders and his mouth licking at his neck.
“Such a good pussy, fuck, baby girl.”
Hoseok’s head swam with the praise.
Taehyung pulled out of him and so much come and lube dripped down his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” Seokjin-appa said, taking Taehyung’s spot. He had no problems fucking right into him, hands tight on Hoseok’s hips.
Taehyung collapsed next to him, his eyes hooded with pleasure and his hand stroking his own wet dick. Jimin leaned over him and licked up the mess, teasing Taehyung’s sensitivity until he was shuddering through another orgasm, a few more pulses of come painting Jimin’s lips.
Hoseok had no problem eagerly kissing the mess off Jimin’s mouth.
“Do you feel pretty yet, baby girl?” Seokjin-appa asked, his thrusts into Hoseok’s ass long and wet. “Do you see how much we all want you? How hard we are for you? How much you please us?”
Hoseok did not know how to reply to that.
“Come on, baby,” Appa said and this time lifted Hoseok up by his arms to press their bodies flush. He almost slipped out of Yoongi-oppa but twisted his hips to keep inside him. “Look at us all, look how much we want you.”
Besides Jimin who’d gone back to sucking on Yoongi-oppa now that he had room, the others were all staring at him. Namjoon-daddy and Jungkook were hard again, stroking each other’s dicks, and Taehyung hadn’t stopped touching Hoseok, fingers sliding up and down his hip.
“Do you understand now, baby girl?” Seokjin-appa asked.
Hoseok’s chest tightened and he cried again, nodding through his tears. “Yes, Appa. Yes, Appa.”
“Come on, say it. Say it for us.”
“I’m ... I’m pretty. I’m a pretty girl. I’m your pretty girl.”
“You are. You’re Daddy’s pretty girl, Appa’s pretty girl, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi-oppa’s pretty girl, and you’re Jungkook-ie’s pretty noona.”
Hoseok nodded. “I am. I am a pretty girl.” He broke off with a moan when Seokjin-appa pinched his nipples and sucked on an already sore spot that Daddy had bitten. He was by far the most controlled when he came, his body shaking only a little and then stilling.
“I think it’s about time we give Yoongi what he wants and let him eat your dirty taint,” Appa said.
Hoseok moaned. “Yes, yes, please.”
“Lay down, baby girl, grip behind your knees.”
Hoseok almost fell over, shaking when Seokjin-appa slipped from his body. His body was so sore, but he was so ready to come. Jungkook smiled and directed him to lay his head on his thigh. He obeyed and gripped behind his knees. His skin shook, following Jungkook’s fingers tracing over the bites and down to his nipples.
Yoongi-oppa’s breath was staggering, like he was about to come, and with Jimin’s mouth working him, Hoseok didn’t blame him. But then he pushed Jimin away, scrambled to his knees and between Hoseok’s thighs. His hand flew over his dick, stroking with quick movements, and if it wasn’t for the cock ring, Hoseok would have exploded when Yoongi-oppa held himself down and thrust into him with a dirty squelch. It’s like all of them were so surprised that the only sound in the room were Yoongi-oppa’s heavy moans as he started coming, pumping his release into Hoseok. He pulled out halfway and splattered Hoseok’s cock and balls in come.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Taehyung moaned.
Yoongi-oppa gave himself only a moment to breathe and then he dropped down between Hoseok’s legs, spread him open and started likcing. And sucking. Dirty slurps on his swollen rim.
Hoseok cried out, lifting up and trying to get away. Another set of hands held his dick down, and lips closed over the head of his cock.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?” Taehyung said and lapped at his nipple. “Want to come all over Jimin’s face?”
Hoseok whined. “Please, yes, please, Taehyung-oppa. I want to come. Please, oppa.”
Taehyung swallowed his begging in a deep kiss.
Hoseok was so ready to come, so ready. His body hurt so good, and Yoongi-oppa’s mouth on his ass, tongue and fingers digging at the come inside him, was so good. He couldn’t breathe and knew he was crying again while everything floated and churned.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so so good.”
His head was turned from Taehyung and Daddy slipped his dick into his mouth, his come sliding over his lips and into his throat. Hoseok choked on it, not expecting it, and Daddy pulled out to finish coming all over his face.
Hoseok whined as his dick pulsed. He needed to come.
“Come, please, Daddy, please, come. I’m a good girl, let me come, please, please. Come. I want ... I want ...”
Taehyung shushed him with more kisses and soft words about how sexy their baby girl was. “You can come, you can come, baby girl.”
Hoseok whined in appreciation.
When Jimin’s mouth left his dick, he cried out at the loss, at the sensation, and then Jimin pulled off the cock ring. Yoongi-oppa jabbed his fingers against Hoseok’s swollen prostate, sucked his balls into his mouth, and before Jimin could get back to his dick, he was coming, heavy white spurts of his release shooting not just on Jimin but on himself. His dick jerked so violently that a dollop of it flew backwards and hit Yoongi-oppa’s cheek, and then Jimin swallowed him down, sucking him through his orgasm and right into another one while he pulsed even more come into Jimin’s throat.
Everything disappeared behind spotted darkness, and Hoseok sank into the feeling, the pleasure seeping all the way to his toes. JImin sucked him through it and let his cock fall from his mouth, but Yoongi-oppa hadn’t stopped playing, dipping his tongue into Hoseok’s spasming entrance and tugging at his clenching rim.
“Yoongi ... oppa, too ... stop please.”
Yoongi-oppa huffed, but finally stopped with one last open-mouthed sucking kiss on his swollen and gaping hole.
More hands than he could keep track of ran up and down his skin, over his chest and in his hair.
“Baby girl, you okay?” Taehyung asked, wiping at his tears.
Hoseok nodded, but his throat was so tight, his voice so hoarse that he didn’t manage to actually talk.
After a few minutes of just touches, Jungkook helped him sit up. Taehyung held a water bottle to his mouth, and Jimin and Seokjin-appa wiped at his skin with warm towels.
“Want a bath, baby girl?” Appa whispered.
Hoseok moaned and nodded. “P-please, Appa.” His voice was so hoarse. Yoongi-oppa was the one who peeled the socks off his legs, running his hands up and down the smooth skin afterward. He even kissed Hoseok’s toes, making Hoseok giggle.
“Pretty girl, head to toe,” Yoongi-oppa said and rubbed at his ankle.
Hoseok smiled and nodded. “Thank you, oppas. Appa, Daddy. Thank you, Jungkook-ie.”
“Thank you, noona,” Jungkook said.
“I’ll go get the bath started,” Namjoon-daddy said, and was the first one to stand.
Hoseok preened when his steps unstable, a wide smile on his face.
“I’ll go make some snacks,” Seokjin-appa said.
It took another few moments for the others to stand, and Hoseok almost fell when Taehyung pulled him to his feet.
“We got you, Hobi-hyung,” Taehyung said, shocking Hoseok out of his pretty-girl mindset for a moment. “Whatever you want. Whatever you need. You’re family. You’re our best friend. You’re our sunshine and our hope. You make us happy, so we will always make you happy. Believe in us when you can’t believe in yourself.”
Hoseok tried not to cry and failed, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck. They all hugged him, arms around each other.
“Come on, let’s get you in a bath.”
Jimin led the way, with him supported between Taehyung and Jungkook. Yoongi-oppa followed behind, keeping his hand flat on his back.
Namjoon-daddy had the tub full of bubbles, and he smiled and gave Hoseok a kiss. “Pretty girl, let’s get you all cleaned up.”
“Do you need to use the bathroom first, noona?” Taehyung asked.
There was an underlying note of ... something ... in his voice, and Hoseok wondered if he had a golden shower kink, too. Hoseok did not want to be pissed on, no thank you, but he did have to pee. And it was Taehyung tacking on noona that gave him an idea. He used Taehyung arm as support and sat on the toilet instead of standing. The way Taehyung licked his lips let Hoseok know that he’d guessed correctly. When he started pissing, Taehyung even moaned, and Jimin laughed and called him a sick fuck.
Taehyung flushed when he was done and helped him stand up and flush the toilet. The others used more cloths to wipe him down. When most of the come and lube had been wiped away (or eaten away by Yoongi-oppa), Hoseok used the supportive arms of his bandmates to sink into the tub. Water sloshed over the side.
“Oops,” Namjoon-daddy said and rubbed his neck. “Too full.”
Hoseok didn’t care and sagged into the hot water with a sigh. The maknae line jockeyed for the separate shower first, and Yoongi-oppa sat on the edge of the tub with another bottle of cold water for Hoseok.
“You okay, baby?” Yoongi-oppa whispered.
Hoseok opened his eyes and nodde. “So ... just ... content. Happy. I ... thank you so much, Yoongi-oppa.”
Yoongi smiled. “You deserve it.”
Jimin washed his hair with his tiny strong fingers, Jungkook lifted his feet from the water and scrubbed them. Seokjin-appa came in with a tray of kimbap and fed Hoseok a few pieces, growling at the maknae when he pouted for one. But they all knew that Seokjin-appa could deny Jungkook nothing. When the tray was empty, Seokjin disappeared from the bathroom for a few minutes. Hoseok stayed in the water until the bubbles were gone and it had cooled down. His legs shook as he used Jungkook’s strong body to stagger to the shower. They rinsed him off and then dried him, someone always close to him as he brushed his teeth and washed his face.
“I have something else for you,” Taehyung said and kissed one of the bruises that Namjoon had made with his mouth. “Wait for a second.”
Hoseok smiled. “Okay, oppa.”
The others looked confused too.
Seokjin-appa hooked a hand around Hoseok’s neck and kissed him. “I piled more blankets and things in the living room. I think some of us would start murdering the others for a chance to sleep with you tonight, so we’re having a sleepover in the living room.”
Hoseok’s smile widened, his chest tightening with what he knew was love. Love for all of them.
“Thank you, Appa. I want to sleep with everyone.”
“Again,” their naughty maknae said with a wink.
Hoseok and the others chuckled.
“Here, noona,” Taehyung said and held out his hand that had something light purple and silky looking in his hands.
Hoseok’s hand shook when he took it, and then tears pricked at his emotions again when he saw what it was. A nightie. A lilac nightie with lace at the bottom and a pretty flower at the v of the neck.
“O-oppa, oh ... fuck, Taehyung-oppa, thank you.” He thrust it back into Taehyung’s hands and lifted his arms. “Put it on me, please, oppa. I want to wear it.”
Taehyung chuckled, bunched the material up and slipped it down his arms and over his head. He tugged it down his waist, and Hoseok felt himself crying again because it was so soft, and something he had only dreamed of wearing. Taehyung took him to the mirror and stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders.
Hoseok stared at himself with his mouth open. The straps and V-neck of the nightie really showed off his collarbones and with a shift, he made his shoulders look a little slimmer than normal. It hugged his waist and ended with a little flare in the skirt. The skirt ended above midthigh, but looked even more indecent becausae the last inch or so was lace and he could see his balls through it.
But with panties ... He bit his lip and looked behind him at Seokjin.
“Appa?”
“Yes, baby.”
“In ... my closet. The small drawers, in the second one. A surprise.”
Seokjin-appa smiled. “I’ll go get it for you.”
The others obviously wanted to ask.
“Can you leave? Please. It’ll be a surprise,” Hoseok said. “A surprise for my oppas.”
“Not your oppa,” Jungkook mocked.
Hoseok smiled. “Brat.”
“Come on. Let’s get the bed ready,” Yoongi-oppa said and ushered them all out.
Hoseok grabbed Taehyung’s arm and said, “Thank you, oppa, thank you so much for ... for this.” He tugged on the nightie. “I feel so pretty.”
Taehyung leaned in for a kiss. “You look so pretty. You deserve to always feel pretty, noona.” He left just as Seokjin-appa returned.
Appa smiled at him and said, “I thought you were waiting.” He held out the panties.
Hoseok shrugged. “If ... if you don’t mind me hairy, Appa.”
“I wouldn’t call you hairy, baby girl. It’s not like you’re Jungkook.”
Hoseok smiled.
“Well?” He let the pink lacy panties hang from his finger.
Hoseok blushed. “W-wil ... will you put them on for me, Appa?”
“I’d love to, baby girl.” Appa went down on his knees. Moaning, he ran his hand from Hoseok’s ankle all the way up to his thigh. He pressed a kiss to the soft smooth skin and then did the same on the other side. “Such strong legs, strong, capable, amazing. So fluid and smooth through dances and so pretty wrapped around someone’s waist. God, Hoseok-ie, you’re so amazing.”
Hoseok blushed darker. “Appa.” His spent cock twitched, pulling a loud laugh from Appa.
“Use my shoulders, baby, and lift up your left foot.”
Hoseok obeyed, shivering as the lace slipped up his leg.
“Now the right.”
He wasn’t sure what he liked more. Appa’s hands or the lace on his skin.
“Tomorrow, instead of going to the gym, I’m going to lay you out on this floor and shave you, okay?”
Hoseok whined. “Thank you, Appa. Thank you.”
“You still look really pretty, don’t ever forget that.” Seokjin-appa kissed the bend of his hips, where his hair was still there, but short, and then licked at the wiry hair around his dick. He sucked on his balls for only a moment and then pulled away. He stood up, the panties up to his thighs, and then he kissed him on the mouth.
“Appa’s pretty girl.”
Hoseok flushed. “Thank you, fuck, thank you so much.”
Seokjin-appa finished pulling the panties up. They covered his butt, with lace around the leg holes, but they weren’t really made for his dick and balls, one hanging from it. Seokjin Appa with it and chuckled. “Cute. Let’s go show it off. Taehyung may come again.”
Hoseok smiled, took Seokjin’s hand and let himself be led out into the living room. Unlike before, they weren’t really talking, just waiting for him, and all their eyes were on him when he walked into the room. Seokjin-appa had piled almost all of their bedding in the middle of the floor, and even remembered to grab Hoseok’s favorite pillow.
And of course, it was Taehyung who noticed first and said, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby.”
Appa patted his ass and said, “Go on. Show them off.”
Blushing, Hoseok lifted the lacy hem of the nightie and let them see the panties.
“Fuck yeah, so pretty,” Taehyung said and shuffled over to him on his knees. He had his mouth open, ready to suck on Hoseok’s dick through them when Yoongi-oppa gripped his hair and yanked him back with a “Yah! Calm down, you horny bastard. I am not letting you ruin our pretty girl’s only pair of panties.”
Taehyung pouted and still managed to press a kiss to the tip of his dick where it was pushing against the lace.
“You look so pretty, noona,” Jungkook said.
“T-thanks.”
“We have a schedule tomorrow afternoon,” Namjoon-daddy said, “so as much as some of you want to keep ravaging our pretty girl, it’s time to sleep.”
“I want to sleep next to noona,” Jungkook said.
“I get to!” Taehyung protested. “I bought the clothes!”
“Yah, assholes,” Yoongi-oppa said and held out his fist. “Settle this the only way we can.”
“Aw, I’ve had such bad luck today,” Taehyung said.
Hoseok loved that they were fighting for his attention, but he did feel that Taehyung deserved it, so he went to the middle of the blankets, tugging on Taehyung. “I have two sides,” Hoseok said. “Taehyung-oppa gets one. You can fight for the other.”
“Fuck yeah,” Taehyung said and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth.
Hoseok settled down with him, arms around his waist and his face pressed into the soft T-shirt Taehyung wore as the others battled it out. He didn’t even try to stop his tears, but they were happy ones, ones of relief. Taehyung cooed at him quietly, running his large hand up and own Hoseok’s back. He didn’t know how to say thank you to them again. He’d said it so much.
Jimin’s small hands slid around his hips, at the top of the panties, and his lips touched his shoulder. “I won.”
Hoseok smiled as the others grumbled a little. Eventually, they all settled down, and it was so much like before when they all had to squish onto a couple beds in one small room. It was perfect and just what Hoseok needed. Hoseok got six good night kisses (or nine if he counted all the ones Taehyung sneaked in between the others). Seokjin-appa was the last one to bed, turning off all the lights and prepping the coffee for the morning.
“I love you,” Hoseok said in the darkness. “I love you all so much. Thank you so much.”
There was a small chorus of returning, “I love you, baby girl”s, and Hoseok settled against Taehyung’s chest, with Jimin pressed tight against his back. They’d be flung all asunder in the morning, but for now, to fall asleep between them, was exactly what Hoseok needed and wanted.
Until the morning. Then what he needed and wanted changed when he woke up to Taehyung’s mouth making a mess of the panties and Yoongi-oppa’s mouth making a mess of his nipples.
“Be a good girl,” Taehyung murmured against his erection, “and come in your panties for oppa.”
Hoseok moaned, hands tangling in his hair. And he obeyed, because he was a good girl.
.
Hoseok turned back to him and said, a little louder, a little more confident. “I want to suck on Daddy’s cock. Can I, Daddy, please? Can I please suck on Daddy’s cock?”
Namjoon-daddy moaned and held his dick toward Hoseok’s mouth. “Yes, yes. You can. Good girl for asking so nicely.”
Hoseok loved Namjoon-daddy’s cock. It lacked the length of Taehyung’s and the absolute girth of Jimin’s, but god, he loved to have it in his mouth. He felt like he could swallow Daddy down the easiest, with the perfect curve just at the head to slide along the roof of his mouth. Hoseok bobbed his head, taking Daddy all the way down on the third try, burying his face into his warm stomach.
Other hands, not Appa’s who was running his hands through Hoseok’s hair, gripped the band of his underwear and pulled them down over his ass.
“Cute butt,” Yoongi-oppa said and caressed it. “Delicious too. Going to eat you out, baby girl. Going to eat your pretty pussy.”
Hoseok whined, trying to lift his ass and spread his legs at the same time, but only managing to shove Daddy’s dick down his throat and gagging.
“Careful, baby,” Appa warned and soothed a hand down the back of his neck. “Let Yoongi take the underwear off.”
Hoseok moaned around Namjoon-daddy’s erection and followed Yoongi-oppa’s physical commands to move his body so he could remove the underwear. And then he pushed Hoseok’s knees apart, slid his hands up Hoseok’s inner thighs, and just barely brushed his balls before spreading his ass.
“We definitely don’t mind if you want to shave,” Yoongi-oppa said, swiping a finger along Hoseok’s cleft, “but you should never, ever think you aren’t pretty. Even like this, I can’t wait to get my tongue inside you.”
Hoseok whined and curled his ass up, trying to beg with movements since his mouth was full.
Yoongi-oppa chuckled and spread Hoseok’s ass before licking up his cleft just once. “Pretty, so pretty. So good for us, baby.”
Hoseok cried out, muffled but loud, when Yoongi-oppa licked at his crinkled hole, just soft licks, back and forth, up and down his cleft, around the rim, poking a little past it. Hoseok’s head swam and the only way he could deal with it was doubling his efforts on Namjoon-daddy’s cock. He sped up, bobbing his head, a constant whine vibrating in his throat.
Daddy moaned long and loud. He knocked Seokjin-appa’s hands away from his hair and took a hold of Hoseok’s head, held him down, and swore long and loud as he pumped his release suddenly into Hoseok’s throat. Hoseok choked and pushed back on the grip, gagging, and Daddy released him. He pulled off, coughing, and more come splattered all over his face.
“Sorry, baby, sorry, fuck, I’m sorry, baby girl. Daddy’s sorry.”
But Hoseok did not care, because Yoongi-oppa was still eating his ass, and there were soft hands wiping at the tears and come on his face and he whined, “Daddy, thank you, Daddy, thank you for letting me suck on your dick, thank you for coming in my mouth. Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, I choked. Daddy, I’m sorry.”
“You did so good, baby girl,” Appa said. “Don’t be sorry. It was so sexy. Come on, it’s Jimin’s turn.”
Hoseok sniffled and pouted up at Namjoon-daddy. “Daddy isn’t mad?”
Namjoon shook his head and smiled. He cupped Hoseok’s cheeks and said, “Baby girl did so well.”
Hoseok let himself be mollified and moved so he was between Jimin’s legs instead. “Jimin-oppa,” Hoseok said and smiled at him, eyes obviously glassy, “can I suck on your dick, too, oppa?”
Jimin smiled and cupped his cheeks. “Good girl for remembering to ask, and yes, you can. Want to get in your mouth so much.”
Jimin had taken off his pants and underwear, leaving him in just a white tank top. His skin was so pretty, and Hoseok ran his hands up his strong thighs and to his stomach.
“Jimin-oppa is so handsome,” Hoseok murmured and then pressed a kiss to the tip of Jimin’s fat dick.
Jimin moaned and said, “Thanks, pretty girl.” He wiped the precome-covered head of his dick on Hoseok’s lips. “I’m not going to come as fast as Namjoon--”
Hoseok giggled at Daddy’s protest.
“--so you better get to work so the others can have their turn.”
Hoseok licked at the head and said, “Okay, oppa. Okay. I’ll do so good. I promise.”
“I know you will, baby girl.”
Fuck that name. Hoseok whined and took the head in his lips. Jimin’s dick was so wide, it stretched Hoseok’s lips and made it difficult to take into his mouth, but Jimin didn’t care about finesse or teeth, so Hoseok just did what he did most of the time and let himself drool around the shaft and try to take it into the side of his cheek. Jimin-oppa appreciated his efforts and moaned, hips lifting into Hoseok’s movements.
Yoongi-oppa went back to his ass, and Hoseok almost bit down in surprise at the finger that suddenly breached him with Yoongi’s tongue.
“Yoongi-yah going to stretch you out,” Seokjin-appa whispered and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, just next to the strap of the bra. “Stretch you out, and then we’re going to fuck you and fill you up with all our come, do you want that baby girl?”
Hoseok nodded, and Jimin-oppa moaned. He held Hoseok’s head in place and rocked up into his mouth.
“Want to come inside your cute butt,” Jimin said.
“After me,” Taehyung said. “Me first.”
“You’ve already come twice, you overeager horndog,” Jungkook said.
“Fuck, that’s it. Come on, you assholes,” Taehyung said. “Rock paper scissors.”
Seokjin-appa chuckled and said, “Fine, dongsaeng, if you want to lose again.”
Hoseok preened under their attention, that they all wanted him so much. Jimin’s hand shook as he played against them, and only Yoongi-oppa didn’t because Yoongi-oppa never topped. Ever.
“Fuck, fucking hell,” Taehyung said and plopped down on the couch next to Jimin. “How did you win, and you aren’t even paying attention?”
Jimin’s laugh was breathless. “Just that good, just like our baby girl.”
Hoseok moaned and took all of Jimin into his throat.
“If you come now, you forfeit your turn.”
Jimin laughed and pulled Taehyung to him for a kiss. “Shut up, Tae. I’m not going to come yet. You done yet, Yoongi-hyung?”
Yoongi-oppa pulled away from his ass and Hoseok whined, lifting up again to get Yoongi’-oppas tongue back. Yoongi-oppa chuckled. “I’ve got three fingers inside him twisting him up, so yeah, I’d say our baby girl is ready.”
“Good.” Jimin pulled Hoseok away from his dick despite his moan. “Come sit on my dick, baby girl. I want to stretch your pussy open.”
Hoseok moaned and used Jimin’s knees to crawl up his body. Their lips met in a dirty wet kiss that had them both smiling.
“How you doing, love?” Jimin asked. “Need a break? Color?”
“No, green. Fuck me, oppa, please.”
Taehyung moaned from next to them.
“Can’t wait,” Jimin said.
“But you will,” Seokjin-appa said, making them both moan. But Seokjin-appa glared and said, “For just a moment. Baby girl, you aren’t allowed to come.”
Hoseok sucked in a harsh breath. “Appa!”
“No,” Seokjin said, taking both of his cheeks in his hands for a moment. He tapped Hoseok’s pout. “You aren’t allowed to come.” He patted his cheek. “Not until we all have, when you’re leaking our come, and so full of all of us, then you can come, okay?”
Hoseok huffed, but he nodded. “Okay, Appa. Okay. But I can come after, right?”
“Yes, you can. Remember, this is an order for our baby girl. What happens if you disobey?”
Hoseok bit his lip and said, “Spanking. I get a spanking.”
“That’s right. Now be a good girl.”
“I will. I’ll be good.”
There were so many moans after that that Hoseok flushed.
“Good. Now get on Jimin’s dick.” Appa pecked his lips and released him.
Hoseok straddled Jimin’s thighs and Jimin shifted down the couch for a better angle. Hoseok leaned in to kiss him, and lowered his ass until the head of Jimin’s fat cock was between his asscheeks. Someone was holding him up. A hand on his hip gave him permission to sink down, and he did, moaning at the stretch of his rim around Jimin’s girth.
“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” Jungkook said.
Hoseok settled with his mouth open against Jimin’s, they both froze a moment while Hoseok throbbed around him, and then Jimin moaned and said, “Yeah, fuck, can’t ...” He thrust up, hands tightening in Hoseok’s hair and his tongue suddenly in his mouth. His thrusts were quick and short, pulling a grunt from Hoseok with each one.
“Fucking, fuck, so tight, baby girl. Fuck. Yoongi, fuck you, hyung!”
Hoseok was confused until he felt the tongue lap at the top of his entrance, where Jimin’s cock spread him open.
Jimin cursed louder, hips stuttering and then fucking faster as he came. He broke away from the kiss, head pulled back and moaned. Unable to resist such a pretty neck, Hoseok sucked on the skin next to his adam’s apple while Jimin’s body shuddered through his orgasm.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Yoongi-oppa said.
“Don’t lick him clean, hyung,” Jungkook said. “We want him dripping with us, remember.” Strong hands lifted Hoseok by the hips and Jimin slipped from him with a wet noise and a moan from more than just Hoseok.
“Gonna fuck you so hard, noona,” Jungkook whispered and tightened his grip on his waist before sliding his dick right into Hoseok without any teasing, bottoming out with a low groan that matched Hoseok’s high whine. His whine continued as Jungkook thrust into him without letting him get used to the longer length inside him. Of course the maknae had the biggest dick in both girth and length.
Hoseok whimpered, lowering his head to press his forehead to Jimin’s shoulder. “Shh, baby girl,” Jimin said and peppered his skin with kisses. “You’re okay, so good, so good for our maknae.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook said, sliding a hand up Hoseok’s back and under the bra. “So good for me, noona.”
Hoseok’s head was swimming with pleasure, his belly going tight and tense. He felt his balls pulse and then a second later he was splattering Jimin with precome. Jimin moaned, and so did Jungkook, falling over the top of him and smashing Hoseok into Jimin. His dick slid against Jimin’s sweat-slick skin, and he was crying out as his body shuddered through an intense and unexpected orgasm. It was just there, working its way along Hoseok skin, easy enough to hold back, and then snapping with lightning, and Hoseok came between their bodies, riding out the pleasure under Jungkook’s direction, pulling and pushing his hips, fucking Hoseok back onto his cock.
“Baby girl,” Jimin said in admonishment.
Hoseok cried. He couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t mean to. A strong arm snaked around his chest and pulled him up, putting his back against Jungkook’s chest, and his cock still buried inside him. Jungkook kissed his neck, fingers light over the bra, whispers of praise and assurances that Hoseok couldn’t hear beyond his tears.
“Baby,” Seokjin-appa said and cupped his cheeks. “Baby, it’s okay.”
“No, no no, bad, I was bad, sorry, Appa, I’m sorry I was a bad girl, I ...”
“Well, that’s it, stop right now.”
Seokjin-appa frowned over at Namjoon-daddy and then shushed Hoseok with a kiss. “Baby girl, shh, come on. Take a deep breath. Deep breath. What’s your color, baby girl?”
Hoseok gasped. He didn't want to stop. He was ... he wasn’t ready to stop. Not yet, but ... “Y-ye-yellow, Appa. I'm sorry. Yellow. I’m sorry.”
“Hush. You should never be sorry if you need a break.”
“Yellow, yellow.”
Seokjin continued to kiss him, and Taehyung got up and came back with a bottle of water, his face more concerned now than filled with lust.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” Yoongi-oppa said and slid his fingers through the mess on Jimin’s stomach. He brought them up to Hoseok who lapped at them as they entered his mouth. “Such a good girl. And so pretty. You’re so so pretty.”
“I’m sorry, oppas,” Hoseok said.
“No, baby girl. Don’t be sorry. I’m pretty sure Jungkook doesn’t give a fuck that he made you come practically untouched.”
Jungkook hummed in contentment against Hoseok’s shoulder. “So hot, the way you tightened up around me, noona.”
A cool cloth wiped up some of the sweat and come from Hoseok’s face and neck.
“You okay now, baby girl?” Namjoon-daddy asked and got his own kiss. “You ready to keep going or do you need longer?”
“I’m ... I’m okay, Daddy.”
Seokjin-appa smiled and kissed his cheek. “Are you sure, baby girl?”
Hoseok nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, let Jungkook finish and then you get a spanking.”
Hoseok pouted, but his skin was tingling in anticipation.
“Well, noona gets a spanking right now,” Taehyung said, “because Jungkook already came and he’s trying to go for two without anyone noticing.”
Jungkook laughed and didn’t even try to contradict that. “Busted. I couldn’t help it, with how tight noona’s pussy was clamping around me. Still is, too.”
Hoseok blushed bright red and moaned when Jungkook pulled out, come dripping from the tip of his cock. It was Yoongi-oppa that dropped down to suck Jungkook into his mouth to get the come off of him since he wasn’t allowed to eat it out of Hoseok’s ass ... yet. Jungkook moaned and gripped his hair, thrusting into his throat.
Seokjin-appa touched Hoseok’s cheek. “So a spanking. Do you want me or Daddy to do it?”
Hoseok bit his lip and glanced between them. He knew that Daddy would hit him harder just because he didn’t really understand his own strength.
“Daddy. Can ... can Daddy do it?”
“Of course, baby girl. Let’s get you in position.”
Hoseok’s limbs still wobbled as he climbed from Jimin’s lap. Seokjin helped settle him over Daddy’s strong thighs. One knee pressed into the couch and the other hung down, socked toe sliding on the hardwood. Daddy hefted him up higher, using one hand around his waist to hold him in position on his lap. Seokjin-appa lifted Hoseok’s face and kissed him.
“You came without permission, but it isn’t entirely your fault that Jungkook is just so good with his dick.”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Seokjin-appa rolled his eyes. “Because of that, you aren’t getting a lot of spankings. Only five. Be good and count for Appa, okay?”
Hoseok nodded. “I can do that, Appa.”
“I know you can because you’re a good girl.”
The first spank caught him by surprise, tearing a sharp breath from him. The noise startled him and the pain spread along his ass an up his back.
“One, Appa.”
“Good girl,” Seokjin murmured and kissed him.
The second spank was harder and stung tears into Hoseok’s eyes. But he was good and said, “Two.”
The next one was on the other cheek, shocking him with the sudden new sharp pain. Daddy’s hands were so big, so strong. It felt so good. Almost better when he rubbed away the pain and left nothing but heat. And love. Maybe love. Hoseok blushed harder just thinking about it.
“Baby, how many?”
Hoseok pouted and shook his head. “Sorry, sorry, can’t ... can’t ... feels so good.”
“It’s three, but it’s okay this time baby, but next time you forget to count, we’re going to start all over.”
Hoseok whined. “Sorry, Daddy. Sorry, Appa.”
“God, this is so fucking hot,” Taehyung muttered from somewhere close by and another hand slid down his thigh.
When he was spanked again, Hoseok remembered to say four. The last spank was on the left again, right against the curve, and it stung so good that Hoseok almost didn’t want to say five, just to get another round. But he was a good girl and he wanted praise more than he wanted a spanking.
“Five, Appa. Five.”
“Such a good, sweet girl,” Seokjin-appa murmured and gave him another kiss. “Now, it’s Taehyung’s turn.”
“About fucking time.”
Seokjin-appa chuckled and said, “But we all know that Yoongi wants you to fuck him, too.”
“Yes, I would like that.”
Hoseok glanced over at Yoongi-oppa who was the only one completely naked. Jungkook had three fingers buried in his ass.
“Do you want that, baby girl? Do you want to fuck Yoongi while Taehyung-ie fucks you?”
Hoseok moaned and nodded.
“I don’t want to share!”
Hoseok looked over at him and licked his lip. “Please, oppa, please Taehyung-oppa. Fuck me while I fuck Yoongi-oppa.”
“Fuck, fuck. Fine. Hurry up. All you fuckheads, hurry up.”
“Let’s move to the floor. Who has enough energy still to go get some blankets?”
“If it gets me to fuck noona faster, then I’m going to,” Taehyung said and headed for the bathroom. Seokjin followed after him muttering something about making sure he retrieved more than the minimum.
Namjoon-daddy tugged Hoseok up and into his lap. Hoseok was shaking, shivering under the direction and pleasure still spinning in his skin. Daddy settled him with his back to Daddy’s chest, hands at his hips. His ass was so warm against Daddy’s body, and he moaned, curling his body up for a moment. His legs spread over Daddy’s knees. The grip of large hands on his hips tightened, and he closed his mouth on Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Daddy,” Hoseok breathed.
Namjoon-daddy moaned into his skin, and Hoseok felt his dick pulse against his warmed ass. Dancer muscles, dancer strength, dancer intuition, dancer agility ... Hoseok used all of them to tighten his knees on Daddy’s and lift his ass up, twist, and sink down on Daddy’s erection. Daddy bit down with a low moan, pulling a high cry from Hoseok at the bite.
“It’s not Namjoon-hyung’s turn,” Jungkook pointed out.
“Don’t think anyone cares,” Yoongi said and moved between their spread legs. “Except probably Taehyung.”
Daddy moved his mouth to another patch of skin, leaving another bite.
Hoseok moaned, rolling his hips, not lifting, just feeling Namjoon-daddy inside him. He opened his eyes and looked down when Yoongi-oppa grabbed his ankles.
“These socks are so cute,” Yoongi said, kissing his ankle through the material. “Do you wear them a lot?”
Hoseok nodded. “When I can hide them.”
“So glad you aren’t hiding from us anymore, baby,” Yoongi-oppa murmured and kissed his knee. He draped Hoseok’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down to suck Hoseok’s half hard dick into his mouth.
Hoseok cried out, butt rising to thrust into the warmth and then dropping back down to not lose the stretch of Daddy’s dick in his ass. He did it again, and then again, before his thighs hurt, his muscles unused to this particular movement. They quivered under Yoongi-oppa’s hands and he faltered. He wanted so much, too much, adn he couldn’t get it. Frustration fueled his whines, and Namjoon-daddy started whispering into his ear about how good he felt.
Taehyung’s disapproval wavered in Hoseok’s mind, but he barely heard it over the pleasure and ache in his muscles.
“I’m so close, baby,” Daddy said. “I’m going to come so hard. Your dirty pussy is so eager for more. Do you want my come, baby?”
Hoseok nodded. “Yes!” he almost screamed. “Yes, please, pelase, Daddy. Please Daddy, I want your come!”
More than just Namjoon-daddy moaned. He got his hands on Hoseok’s stinging ass, gripped his thighs and lifted his up and down. Yoongi-oppa steadied him with a firm grip on his thighs, and between the two of them, Hoseok did not have to move himself. They lifted him up and down on Daddy’s dick and into Yoongi-oppa’s mouth. Everything was dirty and wet, and Daddy’s dick squelched through the mess of lube an come already inside his ass.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, you’re so pretty, so good for Daddy. You’re Daddy’s pretty girl.” The grip on his ass tightened enough that Hoseok screamed and Namjoon-daddy held him down, jerking his dick up as much as the couch cushions would allow. His entire body shook and he bit down on Hoseok’s other shoulder, the noise from his orgasm still loud around the bite.
Hoseok wanted to come, so badly, come into Yoongi-oppa’s mouth and clamp down around Daddy’s cock, but he was good, he was a good girl, and he was NOT going to come without permission again.
Before Namjoon-daddy had completely stilled, Yoongi-oppa pushed at Hoseok’s thighs, forcing his legs to bend, knees almost to his chest and Namjoon-daddy slipped from his ass and Yoongi-oppa sucked him into his mouth to swallow the last few spurts of his release. With a growled, “Fuck it,” his mouth went to Hoseok’s stretched asshole and he licked into, sucking the musty spunk into his throat.
Hoseok whimpered at the harsh sucks on his sensitive, swollen rim.
“Fuck you all, it’s my turn,” Taehyung whined.
Hoseok wasn’t sure how much more he could handle, and Taehyung’s dick was hefty. But fuck, it felt good. He wasn’t as long as Jungkook, but he was thicker than Jimin. Usually when Hoseok really wanted to be stretched open, he sat on Taehyung.
Yoongi-oppa kissed up the back of Hoseok’s thighs and let his legs fall back to his shoulder. He licked at Namjoon-daddy’s cock on his way up and then continued over Hoseok’s abs and to his chest. He unhooked the bra with one hand and then closed his mouth over Hoseok’s sensitive nipples. Hoseok arched into his mouth with a cry. Yoongi-oppa lapped at each nipple, sucking softly, and then moved farther up to his neck and his mouth. He kissed him and Hoseok moaned at the sharp tang of come on his tongue.
“Wanna fuck me, baby girl?” Yoongi-oppa growled against his lip.
Hoseok’s cock throbbed and he nodded. “Yes, oppa, yes, please. Can I fuck you, Yoongi-oppa?”
“Such a sweet, obedient girl. Come on.”
Yoongi-oppa gave him one more kiss before standing on wobbly legs. He was so hard, Hoseok could see the stream of precome own his dick. Yoongi-oppa had such a nice dick, not to wide like Taehyung’s and about the size of Jungkook’s. The head curled in a way that Hoseok knew it’d slide right over his prostate while being fucked from behind. It was such a shame that he didn’t like to top. Hoseok would not mind sitting on him one day.
Yoongi-oppa staggered to the middle of the room. Seokjin-appa had cleared a space of furniture and put down the padding that usually was on top of Jimin’s mattress. He’d gathered almost all of their pillows and a few soft blankets. And lube. There were three bottles of lube on one corner of the makeshift bed.
Taehyung stood over him all of a sudden, dick in his hand. “Gonna burst all over your face if I don't get inside you right now.”
Hoseok looked up at him, leaned forward to lick at the weeping head of his dick. Taehyung moaned. “Want oppa to come on my face,” Hoseok murmured.
“Fuck, fuck,” Taehyung stroked himself and Hoseok sucked up the precome with a whine.
Taehyung growled, wrapped a hand in his hair and yanked him back. “No. No. Want to fuck you.”
Hoseok licked his lips. “Please, oppa. I want ... I want your dick ...” He flushed bright pink before he even managed to say what he wanted, but fuck, he was so turned on. “I want your dick in my wet pussy, oppa.”
“Fuck!” Taehyung shouted among other moans around them. He took two heavy steps back, his hands away from his dick that everyone could see was throbbing and ready to burst.
“You aren’t even going to last more than a second inside him,” Jungkook teased.
“Like you were any better, you brat,” Yoongi-oppa said as he settled on his back. Seokjin-appa settled Yoongi-oppa’s head on a pillow, Yoongi-oppa lifted his legs, hands behind his knees. It was really the only way to get him to actually stretch, a promise of a dick inside his ass. Seokjin-appa pressed a bottle of lube into him and squeezed. Yoongi-oppa sighed in contentment, tightening up to keep the lube inside him for a moment, and then relaxing. They all watched it dribble from his body.
“Come on, baby girl. Come breed me.”
Hoseok moaned, accepted Taehyung’s hand to stand up, and almost fell into his chest. Namjoon-daddy held his hips and lips pressed against the dip of his tailbone. Hoseok smiled down at him even as Taehyung curled an arm around his waist possessively.
“Thank you for fucking me, Daddy.”
Taehyung whined and Hoseok felt a splatter of precome on his thigh and he grinned at Taehyung. “Oppa wants me?”
“Fuck, so fucking much.” He finished taking off the bra that Yoongi had unclasped and tossed it toward where the dress was on the couch and then he practically yanked Hoseok toward the bed. “Get on your knees and fuck him so I can slide into you.”
Hoseok obeyed, because he wanted to make Taehyung-oppa happy, and his ass felt so empty after being fucked by three of them already. He crawled over Yoongi-oppa and smiled so wide when Yoongi-oppa puckered up his lips at him. They kissed, an easy soft kiss, that still managed to send tingles down Hoseok’s spine.
Seokjin-appa held Hoseok against Yoongi-oppa’s wet opening and Hoseok pushed forward at the same time that Yoongi-oppa lifted his hips and he sank into Yoongi-oppa’s tight body with a dirty, lewd noise. They both moaned as Hoseok stilled, his cock throbbing with want, but he had to be good. He wasn’t supposed to come.
He went to pull out, but Taehyung fell behind him, hands on his ass to keep him pressed into Yoongi-oppa. He shoved four fingers into Hoseok with a moan, twisting and pumping them through the mess for a moment.
Hoseok whined at the harshness that almost hurt. More lube slicked up his body and took away the slight sting. He sighed into Yoongi’s mouth. When Taehyung pulled his fingers free, Hoseok curled his ass up, sliding his knees apart. His entrance gaped open with a wet noise.
Taehyung moaned, sliding his dick up and own Hoseok’s cleft before sliding inside him, all the way. Hoseok choked, pulling away from Yoongi-oppa’s mouth to try to breathe. Fuck, it felt so good, so good to be taken, tighten around a hefty dick inside him, and feel the way Yoongi-oppa clenched around him at the same time.
He whined, low and upset, when Taehyung started moving.
“Baby?” Seokjin-appa said, lifting his head and wiping at his tears.
Hoseok gasped, breath too short from the pleasure. “Come, come, Appa, sorry. I ... I can’t ... I can’t ...”
Seokjin-appa hushed him, told Taehyung to stop moving, who grumbled, but did as he was told. He sat back on his knees, pulling Hoseok’s ass with him and Hoseok slipped out of Yoongi-oppa with a whimper. Everything was so wet, dripping off his cock and slicking over his balls and thighs.
Seokjin-appa wiped at his tears. “Baby girl, come on, it’s okay if you’re so turned on that you want to come. I’ve been inside Yoongi’s tight ass, remember?”
“Sorry, Appa. Sorry, Oppas. I ... I’m so bad.”
Taehyung moaned.
Seokjin-appa kissed him. “You are not a bad girl, baby. You’re so good to your oppas. Now, shush. Do you want a cock ring, or do you just want to come? Can you handle more spankings?”
Jimin was the one that said a cock ring. It was too much already.
Hoseok hated that he was right, but in a moment of clarity, he knew Jimin was right, because he was so overwhelmed from it all, from them not running from him, not making fun of him, not kicking him out of the band, and most of all, from them embracing what he needed and wanted, and wanting it too, wanting a pretty baby girl to share between them.
He almost came when Seokjin-appa gripped him long enough to slide a cock ring down his shaft.
“Th-thank you, Appa,” Hoseok said. “I ... I’ll learn to be better. I will.”
Seokjin-appa smiled and gave him a kiss. “I know you will, baby girl. Get back inside Yoongi and fuck him like he wants.”
Hoseok nodded frantically. He fell back over Yoongi-oppa’s body, hands by his head. His dick slid along his cleft before Seokjin-appa gripped him and held him steady to slam into him. After two thrusts, his body shook with pleasure and he drooled all over Yoongi-oppa’s chest while he orgasmed without relief.
“Fuck,” Taehyung shouted, gripping his hips, and fucking into him faster and harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby girl, so ... fuck, tight. Fuck.”
Hoseok couldn’t move between them anymore, not with the way Taehyung was fucking into him, slapping their bodies together. His cries were almost as loud, and when fingers tangled in his hair and a dick pressed against his mouth, he opened up, and let his mouth be taken too.
Seokjin-appa, with the curve of his dick gagging Hoseok with each trip down his throat.
Taehyung’s thrusts sped up, and Yoongi-oppa whined when Jimin sucked his dick into his mouth.
“So good, baby girl,” Seokjin-appa moaned. “So good. Want to come in your ass, but fuck, I want to come all over your pretty face.”
When Appa’s dick slid out of his mouth, Jungkook stepped close and wiped a glob of come on his lips and Hoseok turned his head to take him in instead. His mouth was forced open for the tip of Seokjin-appa again, both fighting for space in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Taehyung whined. “Fuck you all. Want her ... want Hoseok-noona all to myself. Fuck you all.”
“How tight are you clenching your pussy around Taehyung’s dick, noona?” Jungkook asked.
Pretty tight, based on Taehyung’s sudden moan.
“It’s from all of us wanting you, isn’t it, noona?”
Hoseok tried to nod with two dicks fucking into his mouth.
When Taehyung’s thrusts stuttered, Hoseok tried to tighten up around him more. He pushed Hoseok’s shoulder, dislodging Seokjin-appa and Jungkook, and even Jimin when he fell back over Yoongi-oppa. Taehyung dicked into him faster, hands on his hips as he growled and moaned through his orgasm. The pleasure in Hoseok peaked again from the force and the way Yoongi-oppa’s channel gripped his dick, and he shuddered through another dry orgasm, stopped from the cockring.
Taehyung fell over him, hands dangling loosely over his shoulders and his mouth licking at his neck.
“Such a good pussy, fuck, baby girl.”
Hoseok’s head swam with the praise.
Taehyung pulled out of him and so much come and lube dripped down his thighs.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl,” Seokjin-appa said, taking Taehyung’s spot. He had no problems fucking right into him, hands tight on Hoseok’s hips.
Taehyung collapsed next to him, his eyes hooded with pleasure and his hand stroking his own wet dick. Jimin leaned over him and licked up the mess, teasing Taehyung’s sensitivity until he was shuddering through another orgasm, a few more pulses of come painting Jimin’s lips.
Hoseok had no problem eagerly kissing the mess off Jimin’s mouth.
“Do you feel pretty yet, baby girl?” Seokjin-appa asked, his thrusts into Hoseok’s ass long and wet. “Do you see how much we all want you? How hard we are for you? How much you please us?”
Hoseok did not know how to reply to that.
“Come on, baby,” Appa said and this time lifted Hoseok up by his arms to press their bodies flush. He almost slipped out of Yoongi-oppa but twisted his hips to keep inside him. “Look at us all, look how much we want you.”
Besides Jimin who’d gone back to sucking on Yoongi-oppa now that he had room, the others were all staring at him. Namjoon-daddy and Jungkook were hard again, stroking each other’s dicks, and Taehyung hadn’t stopped touching Hoseok, fingers sliding up and down his hip.
“Do you understand now, baby girl?” Seokjin-appa asked.
Hoseok’s chest tightened and he cried again, nodding through his tears. “Yes, Appa. Yes, Appa.”
“Come on, say it. Say it for us.”
“I’m ... I’m pretty. I’m a pretty girl. I’m your pretty girl.”
“You are. You’re Daddy’s pretty girl, Appa’s pretty girl, Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi-oppa’s pretty girl, and you’re Jungkook-ie’s pretty noona.”
Hoseok nodded. “I am. I am a pretty girl.” He broke off with a moan when Seokjin-appa pinched his nipples and sucked on an already sore spot that Daddy had bitten. He was by far the most controlled when he came, his body shaking only a little and then stilling.
“I think it’s about time we give Yoongi what he wants and let him eat your dirty taint,” Appa said.
Hoseok moaned. “Yes, yes, please.”
“Lay down, baby girl, grip behind your knees.”
Hoseok almost fell over, shaking when Seokjin-appa slipped from his body. His body was so sore, but he was so ready to come. Jungkook smiled and directed him to lay his head on his thigh. He obeyed and gripped behind his knees. His skin shook, following Jungkook’s fingers tracing over the bites and down to his nipples.
Yoongi-oppa’s breath was staggering, like he was about to come, and with Jimin’s mouth working him, Hoseok didn’t blame him. But then he pushed Jimin away, scrambled to his knees and between Hoseok’s thighs. His hand flew over his dick, stroking with quick movements, and if it wasn’t for the cock ring, Hoseok would have exploded when Yoongi-oppa held himself down and thrust into him with a dirty squelch. It’s like all of them were so surprised that the only sound in the room were Yoongi-oppa’s heavy moans as he started coming, pumping his release into Hoseok. He pulled out halfway and splattered Hoseok’s cock and balls in come.
“Fuck, that was hot,” Taehyung moaned.
Yoongi-oppa gave himself only a moment to breathe and then he dropped down between Hoseok’s legs, spread him open and started likcing. And sucking. Dirty slurps on his swollen rim.
Hoseok cried out, lifting up and trying to get away. Another set of hands held his dick down, and lips closed over the head of his cock.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?” Taehyung said and lapped at his nipple. “Want to come all over Jimin’s face?”
Hoseok whined. “Please, yes, please, Taehyung-oppa. I want to come. Please, oppa.”
Taehyung swallowed his begging in a deep kiss.
Hoseok was so ready to come, so ready. His body hurt so good, and Yoongi-oppa’s mouth on his ass, tongue and fingers digging at the come inside him, was so good. He couldn’t breathe and knew he was crying again while everything floated and churned.
“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so so good.”
His head was turned from Taehyung and Daddy slipped his dick into his mouth, his come sliding over his lips and into his throat. Hoseok choked on it, not expecting it, and Daddy pulled out to finish coming all over his face.
Hoseok whined as his dick pulsed. He needed to come.
“Come, please, Daddy, please, come. I’m a good girl, let me come, please, please. Come. I want ... I want ...”
Taehyung shushed him with more kisses and soft words about how sexy their baby girl was. “You can come, you can come, baby girl.”
Hoseok whined in appreciation.
When Jimin’s mouth left his dick, he cried out at the loss, at the sensation, and then Jimin pulled off the cock ring. Yoongi-oppa jabbed his fingers against Hoseok’s swollen prostate, sucked his balls into his mouth, and before Jimin could get back to his dick, he was coming, heavy white spurts of his release shooting not just on Jimin but on himself. His dick jerked so violently that a dollop of it flew backwards and hit Yoongi-oppa’s cheek, and then Jimin swallowed him down, sucking him through his orgasm and right into another one while he pulsed even more come into Jimin’s throat.
Everything disappeared behind spotted darkness, and Hoseok sank into the feeling, the pleasure seeping all the way to his toes. JImin sucked him through it and let his cock fall from his mouth, but Yoongi-oppa hadn’t stopped playing, dipping his tongue into Hoseok’s spasming entrance and tugging at his clenching rim.
“Yoongi ... oppa, too ... stop please.”
Yoongi-oppa huffed, but finally stopped with one last open-mouthed sucking kiss on his swollen and gaping hole.
More hands than he could keep track of ran up and down his skin, over his chest and in his hair.
“Baby girl, you okay?” Taehyung asked, wiping at his tears.
Hoseok nodded, but his throat was so tight, his voice so hoarse that he didn’t manage to actually talk.
After a few minutes of just touches, Jungkook helped him sit up. Taehyung held a water bottle to his mouth, and Jimin and Seokjin-appa wiped at his skin with warm towels.
“Want a bath, baby girl?” Appa whispered.
Hoseok moaned and nodded. “P-please, Appa.” His voice was so hoarse. Yoongi-oppa was the one who peeled the socks off his legs, running his hands up and down the smooth skin afterward. He even kissed Hoseok’s toes, making Hoseok giggle.
“Pretty girl, head to toe,” Yoongi-oppa said and rubbed at his ankle.
Hoseok smiled and nodded. “Thank you, oppas. Appa, Daddy. Thank you, Jungkook-ie.”
“Thank you, noona,” Jungkook said.
“I’ll go get the bath started,” Namjoon-daddy said, and was the first one to stand.
Hoseok preened when his steps unstable, a wide smile on his face.
“I’ll go make some snacks,” Seokjin-appa said.
It took another few moments for the others to stand, and Hoseok almost fell when Taehyung pulled him to his feet.
“We got you, Hobi-hyung,” Taehyung said, shocking Hoseok out of his pretty-girl mindset for a moment. “Whatever you want. Whatever you need. You’re family. You’re our best friend. You’re our sunshine and our hope. You make us happy, so we will always make you happy. Believe in us when you can’t believe in yourself.”
Hoseok tried not to cry and failed, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck. They all hugged him, arms around each other.
“Come on, let’s get you in a bath.”
Jimin led the way, with him supported between Taehyung and Jungkook. Yoongi-oppa followed behind, keeping his hand flat on his back.
Namjoon-daddy had the tub full of bubbles, and he smiled and gave Hoseok a kiss. “Pretty girl, let’s get you all cleaned up.”
“Do you need to use the bathroom first, noona?” Taehyung asked.
There was an underlying note of ... something ... in his voice, and Hoseok wondered if he had a golden shower kink, too. Hoseok did not want to be pissed on, no thank you, but he did have to pee. And it was Taehyung tacking on noona that gave him an idea. He used Taehyung arm as support and sat on the toilet instead of standing. The way Taehyung licked his lips let Hoseok know that he’d guessed correctly. When he started pissing, Taehyung even moaned, and Jimin laughed and called him a sick fuck.
Taehyung flushed when he was done and helped him stand up and flush the toilet. The others used more cloths to wipe him down. When most of the come and lube had been wiped away (or eaten away by Yoongi-oppa), Hoseok used the supportive arms of his bandmates to sink into the tub. Water sloshed over the side.
“Oops,” Namjoon-daddy said and rubbed his neck. “Too full.”
Hoseok didn’t care and sagged into the hot water with a sigh. The maknae line jockeyed for the separate shower first, and Yoongi-oppa sat on the edge of the tub with another bottle of cold water for Hoseok.
“You okay, baby?” Yoongi-oppa whispered.
Hoseok opened his eyes and nodde. “So ... just ... content. Happy. I ... thank you so much, Yoongi-oppa.”
Yoongi smiled. “You deserve it.”
Jimin washed his hair with his tiny strong fingers, Jungkook lifted his feet from the water and scrubbed them. Seokjin-appa came in with a tray of kimbap and fed Hoseok a few pieces, growling at the maknae when he pouted for one. But they all knew that Seokjin-appa could deny Jungkook nothing. When the tray was empty, Seokjin disappeared from the bathroom for a few minutes. Hoseok stayed in the water until the bubbles were gone and it had cooled down. His legs shook as he used Jungkook’s strong body to stagger to the shower. They rinsed him off and then dried him, someone always close to him as he brushed his teeth and washed his face.
“I have something else for you,” Taehyung said and kissed one of the bruises that Namjoon had made with his mouth. “Wait for a second.”
Hoseok smiled. “Okay, oppa.”
The others looked confused too.
Seokjin-appa hooked a hand around Hoseok’s neck and kissed him. “I piled more blankets and things in the living room. I think some of us would start murdering the others for a chance to sleep with you tonight, so we’re having a sleepover in the living room.”
Hoseok’s smile widened, his chest tightening with what he knew was love. Love for all of them.
“Thank you, Appa. I want to sleep with everyone.”
“Again,” their naughty maknae said with a wink.
Hoseok and the others chuckled.
“Here, noona,” Taehyung said and held out his hand that had something light purple and silky looking in his hands.
Hoseok’s hand shook when he took it, and then tears pricked at his emotions again when he saw what it was. A nightie. A lilac nightie with lace at the bottom and a pretty flower at the v of the neck.
“O-oppa, oh ... fuck, Taehyung-oppa, thank you.” He thrust it back into Taehyung’s hands and lifted his arms. “Put it on me, please, oppa. I want to wear it.”
Taehyung chuckled, bunched the material up and slipped it down his arms and over his head. He tugged it down his waist, and Hoseok felt himself crying again because it was so soft, and something he had only dreamed of wearing. Taehyung took him to the mirror and stood behind him with his hands on his shoulders.
Hoseok stared at himself with his mouth open. The straps and V-neck of the nightie really showed off his collarbones and with a shift, he made his shoulders look a little slimmer than normal. It hugged his waist and ended with a little flare in the skirt. The skirt ended above midthigh, but looked even more indecent becausae the last inch or so was lace and he could see his balls through it.
But with panties ... He bit his lip and looked behind him at Seokjin.
“Appa?”
“Yes, baby.”
“In ... my closet. The small drawers, in the second one. A surprise.”
Seokjin-appa smiled. “I’ll go get it for you.”
The others obviously wanted to ask.
“Can you leave? Please. It’ll be a surprise,” Hoseok said. “A surprise for my oppas.”
“Not your oppa,” Jungkook mocked.
Hoseok smiled. “Brat.”
“Come on. Let’s get the bed ready,” Yoongi-oppa said and ushered them all out.
Hoseok grabbed Taehyung’s arm and said, “Thank you, oppa, thank you so much for ... for this.” He tugged on the nightie. “I feel so pretty.”
Taehyung leaned in for a kiss. “You look so pretty. You deserve to always feel pretty, noona.” He left just as Seokjin-appa returned.
Appa smiled at him and said, “I thought you were waiting.” He held out the panties.
Hoseok shrugged. “If ... if you don’t mind me hairy, Appa.”
“I wouldn’t call you hairy, baby girl. It’s not like you’re Jungkook.”
Hoseok smiled.
“Well?” He let the pink lacy panties hang from his finger.
Hoseok blushed. “W-wil ... will you put them on for me, Appa?”
“I’d love to, baby girl.” Appa went down on his knees. Moaning, he ran his hand from Hoseok’s ankle all the way up to his thigh. He pressed a kiss to the soft smooth skin and then did the same on the other side. “Such strong legs, strong, capable, amazing. So fluid and smooth through dances and so pretty wrapped around someone’s waist. God, Hoseok-ie, you’re so amazing.”
Hoseok blushed darker. “Appa.” His spent cock twitched, pulling a loud laugh from Appa.
“Use my shoulders, baby, and lift up your left foot.”
Hoseok obeyed, shivering as the lace slipped up his leg.
“Now the right.”
He wasn’t sure what he liked more. Appa’s hands or the lace on his skin.
“Tomorrow, instead of going to the gym, I’m going to lay you out on this floor and shave you, okay?”
Hoseok whined. “Thank you, Appa. Thank you.”
“You still look really pretty, don’t ever forget that.” Seokjin-appa kissed the bend of his hips, where his hair was still there, but short, and then licked at the wiry hair around his dick. He sucked on his balls for only a moment and then pulled away. He stood up, the panties up to his thighs, and then he kissed him on the mouth.
“Appa’s pretty girl.”
Hoseok flushed. “Thank you, fuck, thank you so much.”
Seokjin-appa finished pulling the panties up. They covered his butt, with lace around the leg holes, but they weren’t really made for his dick and balls, one hanging from it. Seokjin Appa with it and chuckled. “Cute. Let’s go show it off. Taehyung may come again.”
Hoseok smiled, took Seokjin’s hand and let himself be led out into the living room. Unlike before, they weren’t really talking, just waiting for him, and all their eyes were on him when he walked into the room. Seokjin-appa had piled almost all of their bedding in the middle of the floor, and even remembered to grab Hoseok’s favorite pillow.
And of course, it was Taehyung who noticed first and said, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby.”
Appa patted his ass and said, “Go on. Show them off.”
Blushing, Hoseok lifted the lacy hem of the nightie and let them see the panties.
“Fuck yeah, so pretty,” Taehyung said and shuffled over to him on his knees. He had his mouth open, ready to suck on Hoseok’s dick through them when Yoongi-oppa gripped his hair and yanked him back with a “Yah! Calm down, you horny bastard. I am not letting you ruin our pretty girl’s only pair of panties.”
Taehyung pouted and still managed to press a kiss to the tip of his dick where it was pushing against the lace.
“You look so pretty, noona,” Jungkook said.
“T-thanks.”
“We have a schedule tomorrow afternoon,” Namjoon-daddy said, “so as much as some of you want to keep ravaging our pretty girl, it’s time to sleep.”
“I want to sleep next to noona,” Jungkook said.
“I get to!” Taehyung protested. “I bought the clothes!”
“Yah, assholes,” Yoongi-oppa said and held out his fist. “Settle this the only way we can.”
“Aw, I’ve had such bad luck today,” Taehyung said.
Hoseok loved that they were fighting for his attention, but he did feel that Taehyung deserved it, so he went to the middle of the blankets, tugging on Taehyung. “I have two sides,” Hoseok said. “Taehyung-oppa gets one. You can fight for the other.”
“Fuck yeah,” Taehyung said and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth.
Hoseok settled down with him, arms around his waist and his face pressed into the soft T-shirt Taehyung wore as the others battled it out. He didn’t even try to stop his tears, but they were happy ones, ones of relief. Taehyung cooed at him quietly, running his large hand up and own Hoseok’s back. He didn’t know how to say thank you to them again. He’d said it so much.
Jimin’s small hands slid around his hips, at the top of the panties, and his lips touched his shoulder. “I won.”
Hoseok smiled as the others grumbled a little. Eventually, they all settled down, and it was so much like before when they all had to squish onto a couple beds in one small room. It was perfect and just what Hoseok needed. Hoseok got six good night kisses (or nine if he counted all the ones Taehyung sneaked in between the others). Seokjin-appa was the last one to bed, turning off all the lights and prepping the coffee for the morning.
“I love you,” Hoseok said in the darkness. “I love you all so much. Thank you so much.”
There was a small chorus of returning, “I love you, baby girl”s, and Hoseok settled against Taehyung’s chest, with Jimin pressed tight against his back. They’d be flung all asunder in the morning, but for now, to fall asleep between them, was exactly what Hoseok needed and wanted.
Until the morning. Then what he needed and wanted changed when he woke up to Taehyung’s mouth making a mess of the panties and Yoongi-oppa’s mouth making a mess of his nipples.
“Be a good girl,” Taehyung murmured against his erection, “and come in your panties for oppa.”
Hoseok moaned, hands tangling in his hair. And he obeyed, because he was a good girl.
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