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namjoon was high.he was so fucking high.
jungkook was too. so was seokjin, so was hoseok, and so was yoongi, taehyung, and jimin. namjoon, though, was exceptionally high. and everyone knew how namjoon got when he was stoned.
________ the boys had the week off and all seven agreed a relaxing night was long overdue. seokjin made sure they weren't due anywhere the next day while hoseok contacted his plug, sure to buy enough to get everyone adequately baked. an hour or so passed and hoseok was coming back to their dorm, weed in one pocket and wraps in the other. the other six were settling in; jungkook and seokjin had brought snacks and drinks to the living room while jimin and taehyung made sure they had closed every window. yoongi was fiddling with the stereo, opting for rap at a soft volume. namjoon had changed into comfortable, loose clothing to assure he felt maximum chill later on. _________hoseok was on his knees, in front of the table. after grinding enough bud for at least three blunts, he had begun rolling up as the others watched in awe as his nimble fingers flew. proud of his work, he held the first blunt up in triumph. the others softly cheered. hoseok brought it back down to his lips, searching for a lighter. jimin quickly tossed him one and he sparked it up, taking the first drag. he closed his eyes, inhaling, relishing the feeling he had almost forgotten. he exhaled, taking another quick hit before passing it to jimin. they took turns like that, passing it to one another while hoseok prepared the second blunt.finally, it was passed to namjoon. he took the blunt which was rapidly disappearing and finally he took a hit.
then a second, then a third. each time he closed his eyes, appreciating the thick feeling on his tongue and in his throat. “hey, it's puff-puff-pass, joon. quit hogging.” yoongi's comment has namjoon's eyes opening again, realizing he definitely had it longer than the others. muttering an apology, he reached back to pass it to hoseok again. they went around the circle again, hoseok lighting the second blunt sometime during and preparing a third. by the time everybody had finished up with the third blunt they had all reached a good point. jimin was giggling with jungkook while seokjin and yoongi held a quiet conversation. namjoon was high. namjoon had taken big hits and he was high. and everybody knew how namjoon got when he was stoned. he was either super affectionate or deep in thought, and this time was no exception. his head was pleasantly swimming and all he could think about was how beautiful hoseok's fingers looked toying with a loose thread on the loveseat. namjoon wanted to touch.
so he did. he reached forward wordlessly and took hold of the slender fingers, bringing his face closer to them. he stroked hoseok's pointer finger with his own thumb, fascinated with the smooth skin. gently tugging hoseok's hand, he raised it up closer to his chest. namjoon continued, slowly dragging the pad of his thumb against his honey-colored skin.
his skin felt so warm and nice against his own fingers, and he felt himself relaxing more and more with every touch
.
without any thought, namjoon lowered his head and pressed a light kiss to hoseok's pointer finger. again, his skin felt pleasantly warm and he wanted that sensation on his lips again. so he kissed again and again, gently peppering the rapper's fingers with feather-light kisses. the others noticed, too caught up in their individual thing to care too much.
even hoseok wasn't putting much thought into it, despite the fingers belonging to him. he had finished rolling and didn't need his hands, so he didn't mind. plus, namjoon's plump lips felt sweet against his skin.
namjoon continued, relishing in the feeling of someone else's skin against his own. he loved it.
namjoon grew a bit bolder, letting his lips linger against hobi's fingers long enough to allow hoseok to feel his warm breath on his fingers. his kisses grew sloppy.
namjoon's head was swimming, full of weed and hoseok.
he wanted to feel more skin. he wanted hoseok to feel what he did, wanted him to be blank and happy. namjoon gently grabbed hoseok's fingers again, pulling them into his wet, warm mouth.
he felt hoseok's fingers twitch at the sudden warmth, and vaguely heard the man's breath hitch.
not paying much mind, namjoon gently suckled on the rapper's fingers as if he were sucking the nipple of a baby's milk bottle. closing his previously half-lidded eyes, he focused solely on how warm and comforting the fingers in his mouth were. the leader continued like that, lazily swirling his tongue around the two digits residing in his cavern. around namjoon, conversation between the other members fell short just moments after he had begun sucking on hoseok. jungkook had been excitedly talking to taehyung about a new video game release when his eyes had flickered towards the slight movement in the corner of his eye. his sentence only made it halfway out of his mouth before he trailed off and his smile morphed into something like a gape. taehyung noticed, his own smile faltering a bit as he twisted his head to see what caught jungkook's tongue. jimin softly giggled, patting yoongi's arm with his sweater paw while the older man smirked at his fellow rappers. seokjin had been eyeing them already, aware of namjoon's stoned antics. his lips turned up, amused with the scene playing out in front of them. hoseok didn't seem to notice the others watching him, for he was equally high and wasn't sure how to respond to the pleasant slick around his fingers. he kept still for a moment, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he watched his own fingers disappear past namjoon's plump, soft lips.
then, he spoke. “ah, joonie...are you needy or something? just want to feel some skin?”namjoon hummed in agreement, not bothering to open his eyes or stop his actions. hoseok felt the vibration around his fingers, felt his muscles clenching. he let out a soft groan, pushing his fingers in a bit more.
his mouth shouldn't feel so good, sweet, enticing.“namjoonie, look at me when i'm talking to you.”
as he spoke, hoseok pulled his fingers back out before shoving the digits in a bit further, adding a bit more force. namjoon's eyes lazily blinked open, both in surprise and in his weed-fueled desire to obey. his eyes flicked up to meet hoseok's gaze, who was staring at namjoon as if he wanted to do more that just push a few fingers into his mouth. yet he continued his simple ministrations, slowly building up a rhythm in which to slide in and out of his soft, willing mouth.
in, out, in, out. hoseok's eyes flicked between namjoon's wide, curious eyes and his silky, sinfully soft mouth, which had curled into an O.all seven members kept quiet, some out of adult amusement and others out of childish curiosity. soon the only sounds in the room were namjoon's mouth around the rapper's fingers overlapping with the soft, rhythmic music still playing. hoseok's fingers sped up, his breathing becoming a bit laboured. fuck, something like this shouldn't be getting him worked up like some hormonal highschooler, he thought.
namjoon was in a similar boat. all he wanted was to feel warm skin on his own,, and he definitely got what he wanted. hoseok was practically finger fucking his mouth, and the thought made him groan and gently squeeze his thighs together.hoseok noticed this, a near dominant urge overcoming him, and he reached up to thread his free hand into namjoon's messy hair. “ah, joon, look at you. all you're doing is sucking on a few fingers but you're acting like this. i can't even imagine how you would react if you were sucking something other than my fingers.” as he spoke, hoseok's gentle hold turned a bit more aggressive as he gripped namjoon's hair and pulled his head back. namjoon groaned again, eyes nearly slipping back shut. he felt drenched in the feeling, weed still nipping at his nerves, soft fingers still prodding at his mouth. “would you like that, namjoon? would you like to suck something else? make you really feel it? i bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?” hoseok's words were only fueling namjoon's growing arousal, and he nodded and whimpered. it was hoseok's turn to groan before speaking with an icy edge. “i know you'd like that, baby. you're already letting me fuck your mouth, so pliant for me. i bet you'd love if i stuffed your pretty face full of cock. or, i could finger fuck your ass. my fingers are already so wet from your fucking mouth, it'd be so easy to slide in and open your tight ass up while everyone watched. isn't that right, joonie?” his words spiked the tension in the air, the atmosphere shifting from light-hearted fun to something much more adult, much more risque. namjoon's eyes shot open, hazy and teary, fucking cute, fucking sexy. he moaned, really moaned around his fingers, pressing his own hand to his groin to suppress his growing arousal. if the other men in the room weren't interested by the two before, they were now. jungkook shifted in his seat, swallowing thickly. it was no secret the boy had a thing for namjoon, and seeing him in such a vulnerable state was clearly doing something to his poor, frazzled mind. jungkook had no idea namjoon could look so...unraveled. by fingers, no less.
he watched, along with the other members, as namjoon squirmed under hoseok's authoritative touch and daunting words.
jungkook was sure he heard jimin whimper and yoongi curse when hoseok had mentioned stuffing their leader's face with cock. “what's it gonna be, joonie? you want me to fuck your face with my cock or shove these fingers you love in your sweet ass?” as hoseok asked, he roughly shoved his fingers down namjoon's throat one last time before pulling his saliva-coated digits out, shoving namjoon's head back in the process.
namjoon groaned, already missing the object in his mouth. he swallowed around nothing, adam's apple bobbing up as he met hoseok's eyes. he was glad he was wearing such loose clothing, or his erection would feel rather trapped.
hoseok, on the other hand, was still wearing jeans. his bulge was clearly visible, namjoon noticed when he had dared to let his eyes travel downward before quickly flicking back into that harsh stare. “well, joon. answer me. which do you want? or would you rather have both? you just want to feel skin on yours, don't you? i could open you up, let another person shove their cock down your throat. look at them, joonie.”hoseok gestured to the rest of bangtan, who all sat up straight at the mention of their presence.“look. i'm sure they're all eager to touch you when you look so fucking good, so pitiful. don't you think they want to touch, too?” the thought of so much skin, so many fingers touching him, warming him, pleasing him and he whimpered, furiously nodding. “use your words. tell me what you want, baby.”“please. please, touch me. i want everyone to touch me.” at namjoon's verbal permission, hoseok grinned at the other members before reaching down and gripping his leader's clothed erection with his dry hand. “come on, then. if you guys want to fuck our joonie, come here.”
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it wasn't incredibly unusual to engage in this type of thing after a session of smoking. it was mostly just tension relief between the members. if anybody felt weird about something, they would speak up and all activity would cease immediately. but nobody ever did, and it was rarely brought up when they were sober and didn't have weed to blame. no, this wasn't the unusual thing. the most peculiar thing was the fact that namjoon of all people happened to be the one writhing under another member's touch. namjoon exuded dominance, usually. of course, it was no secret he was definitely a switch with top tendencies, but he rarely ever gave someone else full control. even when he was the one getting fucked, both parties knew he was the one pulling the strings.most of the time this sort of thing happened, namjoon, thirsty for touch, would scoot closer to jimin or jungkook or even seokjin. he'd slide his hand over their perfect thighs, staring them in the eyes as his fingers crept closer and closer to their crotch until they were trembling under his teasing hand. he'd lean closer, licking and nipping at their neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ear until it drove them over the edge and they practically jumped on his cock. yet there namjoon was, pliant under hoseok and begging to be touched, thrusting into hoseok's hand because he was just that desperate. the huge change was driving hoseok mad. he wanted so badly to mark namjoon's pretty neck up, sucking hickeys into his honey skin until he was moaning his name into the thick air. he wanted to see namjoon begging for cock, for fingers, for attention, anything. he couldn't take it. “fuck, joon. so fucking good for us.” hoseok palmed at his own erection through his pants, his rationality slipping away with every pulse of his dick. “who wants to go first, then? hmm, who wants to play with our slutty leader? jungkook?” jungkook flinched at the mention of his name, snapping out of whatever trance namjoon's whimpers had him under. realizing what hoseok was asking, his bunny eyes grew wide, switching between watching hoseok with bewilderment and staring at namjoon with lust. hoseok spoke again, gaining the boy's full attention for a moment. “how about it, kookie? you want to face fuck your precious leader here? look at him, kook. practically drooling for you already.” namjoon whimpered and jungkook couldn't stop himself from letting a sound of his own slip out. the thought of sliding his cock into namjoon's perfect mouth, pushing himself so far into that wet heat he can feel his cock press against the back of namjoon's throat, it was enough for jungkook to squeeze his eyes shut and nod. hoseok smirked, taking his hand off namjoon's erection to cup his face instead. he squeezed, forcing namjoon's mouth upwards. “is that okay, joonie?” he nodded without hesitation, and hoseok chuckled. “get up.” namjoon obeyed, propping himself up on his knees and resting his forearms over the arm of the couch, so both hoseok and jungkook had easier access to his holes. namjoon shuddered in anticipation. he wanted to feel both of them so badly, wanted them to see how much he needed them. he whined again when he heard hoseok shuffling behind him, knowing what was going to come soon. the members not currently involved with namjoon watched with rapt attention, their own pants growing more restrictive.jimin bit his bottom lip, chewing on it while squeezing his plump thighs together. jimin had always been a fan of nights like these, had always taken advantage of the situation and been able to have some fun with the other members, whether it be wrapping his dollish lips around a nice cock or straddling a lap while getting his cute little cock and nipples toyed with. yoongi had leaned closer, resting his elbows on his knees and licking his lips. he was biding his time, waiting until just the right moment to step in and claim his own time with namjoon. seokjin had simply ironed a smirk upon his face, uncrossing his legs and eyeing namjoon silently. taehyung was in a state similar to jimin, having pushed a hand between his legs and squirming about. he couldn't tell what was making him harder, the thought of jungkook slamming his cock into namjoon's mouth until his throat was raw, or hoseok sliding his slender fingers into namjoon's tight asshole and fucking him open. their eyes were all on namjoon, paying attention to him and him alone and namjoon was eating up every second of it. all he craved was attention and touch, and he was nearly satisfied. he would be more content if jungkook would just fill his mouth, though. namjoon let out a breathy laugh, pushing his butt upwards until he felt hoseok behind him. wiggling his hips, he pushed against hoseok's hard cock, straining against his pants. hoseok growled, taking one of namjoon's clothed buttcheeks in his hand and rubbing roughly. “shit, joon. kook, hurry up.” as jungkook fumbled with his pants, hoseok took hold of the hem of namjoon's loose pants and yanked them down to his knees, taking his underwear with them. at the same time, jungkook had managed to shyly take his own cock out, already semi-hard. namjoon groaned, reaching for the cock presented to him. he wrapped his hand around jungkook loosely, making the boy's breath hitch and his hips jerk into his hand. namjoon squeezed gently, relishing in the heat jungkook was radiating. this wasn't the first time namjoon had taken hold of jungkook like this, though it didn't happen often. the first time was in a situation similar to the present- seven high, horny men with low self-control. jungkook had been sitting on the very edge of their couch, knees tucked into his chest. namjoon had approached him, asked if he was okay, and jungkook had quickly assured him he was okay, just embarrassed. namjoon, being the way he is, had consoled his maknae without hesitation, offering to help with whatever seemed to be troubling him. jungkook had admitted, rather flustered, that weed sometimes made him horny and he was in the corner trying to will any sinful thoughts away. a few more words were exchanged, a few more hits were taken, and the next thing bangtan knew, jungkook was getting jerked off by namjoon, jimin and taehyung were dry humping without shame, and hoseok was edging yoongi while seokjin watched. it had happened just a couple times after that, namjoon enjoying the high moans spilling from jungkook's pink lips, the way he clutched namjoon's shoulder like they were his lifeline, the face he made when he came with a scream and it was all because of namjoon. jungkook wanted namjoon to feel that, too. he wanted him to know just how it felt to fall apart because of someone else's hands on him. jungkook allowed namjoon to stroke him a few more times before clutching his wrist, halting all activity. jungkook replaced namjoon's hand with his own, reaching to grip namjoon's hair with his free hand. stepping closer, jungkook guided his cock to namjoon's waiting lips, searching his face for any hint of hesitation. not finding any, he shyly tapped the head of his penis to namjoon’s bottom lip. “okay, hyung..ready?” instead of offering any verbal reply, namjoon simply closed his eyes and laid a kiss to jungkook's cockslit before surging forward and engulfing nearly half of his cock. jungkook gasped, snapping his hips up into the wet heat. namjoon bobbed his head, taking time to get used to the hot, comforting flesh in his mouth. with every bob of his head he pressed down a bit further until his nose was nestled in jungkook's light pubic hair. he moaned, feeling high and full and happy. jungkook allowed him a bit more time for the both of them to get accustomed before slowly pulling his hips back and snapping back into his mouth. at the same time, hoseok finally touched namjoon, pressing a finger to his rim, slick from both spit and the lube he had purchased the same time he had gone out to pick up their weed. while namjoon had been preoccupied with jungkook, hoseok was warming the lube he had squirted onto his fingers, tossing it to jimin with a wink. he knew jimin was aching for some action of his own. namjoon flinched at the initial contact, before relaxing again. he moaned around the cock in his mouth, sending vibrations through jungkook's cock and he moaned too. hoseok only prodded at first, circling namjoon's asshole and teasingly dipping the pad of his pointer finger past the surface. then, with almost no warning, hoseok slipped his middle finger all the way in, sucking in a breath when he felt his impossibly tight ass clench around him. in front of him, jungkook yelped. jungkook had quickened his pace, to the point where namjoon was holding back gags. he drove his cock in and out, panting like a dog in heat. namjoon's throat felt so fucking good around his thick cock, and jungkook couldn't help but tighten his grip on namjoon's hair. the gentle sound of music in the room soon drifted away, replaced with sounds of namjoon; his choked moans which were cut off time and time again, a gluck, gluck, gluck noise occurring when jungkook's penis hit the back of his raw throat, precum mixing with namjoon's excess saliva, the slight squelch each time hoseok drove his lube-soaked fingers into namjoon's tight, welcoming ass. it was so inappropriate, to be surrounded by such sinful noises and for the members to get so aroused by their own leader that their cocks were aching in their pants, red and angry and ready to burst simply by watching and listening. and they loved it. yoongi watched with eagle eyes as namjoon was getting stuffed on both ends, his entire body dripping with arousal and impatience. he had been watching the trio with agonizing stillness, biting the meat of his cheek, digging his nails into his soft thighs. watching, waiting until jungkook's thrusts grew sloppy and uncoordinated and namjoon had tears slipping down his cheeks as he audibly cried, rolling his body back in order to feel hoseok's fingers deeper inside of him. then, yoongi finally decided,it was time for him to step in.namjoon didn't even notice yoongi pushing himself up from the couch, and wasn't even listening as the other members asked what the rapper was up to, to which yoongi's simple response was, “to have some fun of my own.” it was only when yoongi smacked a cold, thin hand on namjoon's supple flesh, jiggling his asscheek just a bit; only then did namjoon notice yoongi. hoseok eyed yoongi, the two sharing a mischievous look. namjoon jumped at the new hand upon him, yet he was too engrossed with jungkook's cock, still destroying his throat. jungkook's moans were almost louder than namjoon's, but his weren't being muffled by anything. yoongi admired the honey skin below him, softly squeezing and caressing the smooth skin before bringing his hand up to the ceiling, swinging his hand back down, hard. smack! namjoon yelped, so surprised by the pain that he had thrown his head back, effectively dropping jungkook's heavy cock in the process. he arched his back, unsure of whether or not to lean into or away from the hand that caused him this delicious pain. namjoon had no time to decide, because yoongi had already drawn his hand back again and smacking his reddening asscheek so hard the flesh jiggled below him and the sound echoing from the slap had caused even a spectating jimin and taehyung to shudder. namjoon practically mewled, and hoseok cursed under his breath at the way namjoon clenched around his fingers. “yoongi? what the hell was that for?” namjoon had managed to ask between gulps for air, and yoongi simply offered yet another smirk. he bent down, kissing the heated flesh he had just spanked, rubbing his hand up and down his butt, inching his hand around namjoon's slim waist, towards his dripping dick. yoongi lingered at his plump thigh, teasingly close to namjoon's cock. namjoon shuddered, nearly forgetting he had spoken before yoongi responded. “you want to be touched, right? i'm just helping out, baby. i know how badly you want to feel us.” yoongi's deep voice sent vibrations down namjoon's spine, and he whined. instead of offering a verbal response, he nodded and pushed his butt back to get hoseok's fingers in further. namjoon turned his head to face jungkook again, who had been patiently waiting. namjoon gave him an apologetic stroke to his cock, straining his neck upwards to guide jungkook back into his mouth. yoongi's hand, previously rubbing namjoon's butt, had brought his hand forward to rub one of his perky nipples. namjoon twitched, and yoongi circled the sensitive area, switching from rubbing to pinching. namjoon's moans grew louder and in shorter intervals, indicating how close he was. jungkook was close, too, searching for release in namjoon's mouth, smashing his cock into his mouth so hard his tensed up balls were slapping against his skin. namjoon's moans grow more and more, he tightened himself up as he neared his orgasm and then-nothing. namjoon's eyes shot open in confusion, and yoongi laughed. yoongi had waited until namjoon was at his most vulnerable, then he wrapped his hand around the base of namjoon's cock, squeezing tightly. namjoon cried out, unable to fully express his confusion and frustration. yoongi chuckled again, looking up at jungkook. “are you that selfish, joonie? jungkook hasn't even cum yet and you're already trying to cum yourself? kookie. go ahead and finish, on his face.’ jungkook's cock twitched at the thought, and he looked to namjoon for permission. the leader opened his mouth, granting jungkook access. jungkook moaned, gripping his cock and pumping it up and down harshly, almost resting the tip on namjoon's pink tongue. that familiar heat started to pool in his groin, and after one last thrust of his hips jungkook came, spilling his cum on namjoon's tongue and on his face. jungkook groaned, catching his breath while watching namjoon lick the semen from around his mouth, swallowing down what he could. jimin moaned at the sight and taehyung gulped, ghosting a hand over his newly erect penis. hoseok took the opportunity to slide a third finger in namjoon's hole, pressing his fingertips to his prostate and making his cock pulse in yoongi's hand. namjoon cried out, whipping his head around to give yoongi an exasperated look. yoongi only grinned in return, pinching namjoon's nipple gently. “you're doing good, baby. but you can't cum yet..do you want to get fucked today?”namjoon, still hazy from the weed and desperate to feel more skin on his own, nodded quickly. he didn't care who at this point, he just wanted the attention and the contact. yoongi gave him a genuine smile this time, patting his butt with the hand that wasn't around his poor cock. “you can get fucked today, baby. but you can't cum until they do, alright? then you can cum as much as you want.” namjoon obeyed, following the rules of the game they had just started. hoseok pulled his fingers out, wiping the excess lube on namjoon's inner thigh-- something he would get chastised for in any other situation, but they were high and horny so it was fine. yoongi spoke up again, this time directing his words towards hoseok. “well, hobi? you wanna fuck him first? you prepped him so well, i'm sure you had your own big dick in mind.” “i actually didn't, but now that you mention it…”“oh, shut up. you totally wanted to fuck him from the start, don't lie.” “so what if i do? he was sucking on my fingers so well, you'd think he was suggesting it.” “that just proves you're a horny hermit.” “i am not.” “will you guys both shut up and get on with it? im getting blue balls over here watching our joonie and you guys are bickering.”the two rappers apologized to seokjin from where he was still splayed out on the couch. yoongi began talking again. ‘'sorry, hyung. why haven't you done anything? do you want to join us?” the simple fact was, seokjin hadn't had any form of contact at all since they had smoked. jungkook had already had an orgasm, and was now resting on the couch next to jimin and taehyung, who couldn't resist and had began touching themselves like teenagers. but seokjin was simply there, dick pressed against his trousers and his hands around the couch. he smiled at yoongi. “i want to fuck him, after our hobi does. i want to cum only from feeling namjoon's ass around me.” the other men shuddered at the response, and hoseok got to work lathering his cock up with more lube. he thrust into his own hand once, twice, three times before lining himself up with namjoon's pretty asshole, waiting for namjoon to give him the go-ahead. namjoon pushed back, and hoseok took that as permission to press the tip of his flushed cock against his puckering hole, easing his way in slowly. he bottomed out, hoseok moaning at the tight heat and namjoon at the large cock buried inside him. the others in the room watched with bated breath as hoseok slowly pulled out, only to slam back in as namjoon stifled another moan. he usually wasn't one to moan the way he had been doing, but nobody seemed to be complaining. it was the complete opposite, actually. jungkook was getting hard again just listening to namjoon, and jimin was resisting the urge to cum right then and there, like some sensitive schoolboy. hoseok built up a steady pace, and yoongi continued to squeeze at namjoon's leaking cock. every time hoseok thrust into namjoon a spurt of precum would dribble down, coating yoongi's fingers. yoongi himself was harder than he'd like to admit, and it was getting difficult to subdue his arousal. “shit, hobi. turn him around and fuck him on his back.” hoseok didn't question it, pulling out and shoving namjoon into the armrest before taking hold of his waist and flipping him around, namjoon letting out a deep grunt. yoongi took hold of namjoon's cock again, turning his head and beckoning jimin further with his free hand. jimin practically shot up, shoving his erection back into his pants and shuffling over to the others awkwardly. yoongi gave him a reassuring pat to his thigh. “jiminie, can you do me a favor and hold joonie's cock right here? i can't have him cumming just yet. you can keep touching yourself, if you want.”jimin's eyes grew wider and he bit his bottom lip, sucking on the plump skin as he wrapped a chubby little hand around namjoon, suppressing a whine. he took the opportunity to snake his hand down his pants, pulling his own cock out rather shamelessly. yoongi, now with both hands free, locked onto namjoon with nearly animalistic arousal in his eyes while he yanked his cock from his pants. yoongi nodded to hoseok, signaling for him to start fucking namjoon again. namjoon squeezed his eyes shut before feeling a hand squishing his cheek, pulling his face towards the cock in front of him. yoongi glared down at namjoon. with no hesitation, he took hold of his cock and smacked it against namjoon's cheek, smearing a drop of precome on his soft skin. “baby, can i take my turn and fuck your face now?” namjoon gulped, throat still raw from the first cock he took. but yoongi’s cock looked so enticing, pink at the tip and dripping and god namjoon wanted to take him, wanted to feel him in his mouth and lick against the veins and suck on the tip and make yoongi cum. namjoon voiced his aggression, groaning and opening his mouth.as soon as yoongi stuck the tip of his penis in his warm mouth, namjoon felt himself relax even further. he was still frustrated because of his inability to cum, but at that moment all he cared about was yoongi using his mouth for his own pleasure and hoseok fucking him to chase his own release. he moaned again, not for himself but because every time he did he felt jimin tighten his grip on namjoon's cock and he let out a whine of his own. jimin had always been so affected by the others, easily falling apart if he desired to be so weak.yoongi started out with a brutal pace, pushing forward until his pubic hairs were tickling namjoon's nose and he was gagging, trying to get accustomed to another cock so soon. he slid out, then slammed his cock in the same time hoseok pushed back into his ass. he let curse after curse spill from his lips, not caring enough that jungkook or the others could hear the string of profanities. soon enough hoseok could feel heat pooling in his stomach, and his groaning grew louder. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i'm about to cum. shit, joon, you feel so fucking tight and good.” hoseok was about to pull out, prepared to jerk off onto namjoon's body and coat his chest in his cum, but seokjin spoke out. “hope, keep going. cum inside him.” yoongi, hoseok, jimin and hoseok shared a groan at the thought of spilling into his ass. seokjin had always liked things messy, and hoseok wanted to do as he was told. he gripped namjoon's thick thighs, pushing them back while driving into him with a newfound passion. he thrust in two, three, four and five times until he was releasing inside him with a moan. namjoon moaned at the heat, clenching down on hoseok and swallowing hard around yoongi before popping off to let out a cry. yoongi grunted, grabbing the back of namjoon's neck and shoving him back onto his cock, slamming into his mouth until he was nearing his own orgasm. yoongi drilled his throat for another minute before guiding namjoon away from his cock, taking himself in his hand and quickly jerking himself off over namjoon's body until he was covered in semen, smearing it around his sensitive nipples and wiping some on his mouth. namjoon gasped, and jimin had to squeeze both his own and his leader's cock to prevent any more leakage. jimin cried, wanting to cum but wanting to do it because he was choking on namjoon's thick cock. jimin looked up at yoongi with pleading eyes, his puppy eyes saying “please, hyung.” yoongi understood jimin's need, and sent a look to seokjin. the oldest nodded back, standing from his place on the sofa. he walked up to a still-shaking namjoon and a recovering hoseok, giving both a gentle pat to the shoulder. seokjin's hand lingered on namjoon a moment longer, dragging a finger across his stomach, watching the muscles tense up underneath him. seokjin wasted no time dipping down, getting level with namjoon's asshole, cum dripping from the entrance. seokjin growled, shoving namjoon's legs up and apart and immediately thrusting his tongue out to lap at hoseok's cum. namjoon cried out, sensitive and not expecting to feel seokjin's rough tongue on his skin. he wriggled around, panting loudly with every suck on his skin.hoseok stood beside them, sucking in breaths between clenched teeth, trying to keep his recovering cock from getting hard again at the sight of seokjin's thick lips at namjoon's ass, both coated in his semen. seokjin lifted his head up with one last flick of his tongue and a dramatic swallowing motion before hurriedly taking his cock out and reaching for the bottle of lube haphazardly tossed to the side. namjoon was already plenty prepared, full of spit and lube and cum but seokjin didn't care because he liked to have things messy, so he could hear every wet noise that came with each thrust of a cock into an asshole. namjoon and jimin watched with hazy eyes as seokjin rutted into his own hand, coating the already slick cock with lubricant and lining himself up. he wasted no time, knowing namjoon had already been fucked once and he would need less time to get accustomed. granted, seokjin was thicker than hoseok but namjoon didn't seem to be complaining, instead lifting his butt up to feel seokjin deeper inside him. just as jin started driving in, taehyung let out a groan of frustration from the other couch. “this isn't fair! you guys all got to have your way with namjoon and i'm still over here. i've been hard since he started moaning like a bitch and most of you got to cum. you even came on him!”yoongi and seokjin shared a chaste laugh, and namjoon felt his body heat up with both embarrassment and arousal. they were about to speak when jimin began aruging with taehyung. “what about me, idiot? i haven't cum either!” “yeah, but at least you're touching joon. your hand is literally around his dick as we're speaking.” “yeah but i wanna be sucking it, not keeping joonie from coming!’ “you could have cum by now, you're just being difficult.” “shut up, you guys are making me soft.” jimin and taehyung whipped their heads to meet seokjin's annoyed glare. seokjin retaliated by pushing his hips forward hard, almost rubbing the fact that he was fucking namjoon in their faces. seokjin tipped his head towards taehyung, then to namjoon. taehyung got the hint and excitedly scrambled towards the others. taehyung offered a boxy smile to namjoon, who replied with a shy smile of his own. yoongi spoke, now stuffed back in his pants and rubbing a hand up and down jungkook's back on the now empty couch.“taehyung. tell us what you wanna do with namjoon, since you're complaining so much.” taehyung giggled, looking namjoon up and down while licking his parted lips. he squeezed his legs closer, rubbing his fist against his erection. “well, hyung, hearing joonie moan is so fucking hot i think i just want to touch him and make him cry more.” seokjin smiled, first to himself then to the man beneath him. he snapped his hips back, pistoling into namjoon again and again, listening to namjoon release little pants and grunts before opening his own mouth again. “jimin, you wanted to suck on joonie, right? go ahead. taehyung, do whatever you want as long as namjoon is okay with it. let's see how long he lasts with the three of us.” taehyung grinned and jimin almost immediately went to work, pushing his hand down to replace with his mouth.namjoon yelled out the second his cock went past jimin's pretty lips, sinking into his slick, hot mouth. namjoon knew he wouldn't last long with this trio, mixing with the fact that he's been on edge this whole time. jimin's lips were perfect for giving blowjobs and everyone knew how enthusiastic jimin was about giving them, loving them so much he nearly enjoyed sucking one of them off more than pleasuring himself. taehyung, taehyung loved hearing the noises his partner made and knowing he was responsible. even when namjoon was in charge, taehyung knew just how to grind against him, or knew just the right way to twist his hand around namjoon's cock to get him moaning and swearing. and seokjin could be described as nothing other than the perfect switch. no matter his role, he would have his partner seeing stars. seokjin could be such a fucking brat if he wanted to be, and if he was in the mood he could have anyone choking on his thick cock, calling him daddy and begging to cum. he could be a perfect bottom, succumbing to the pleasure given to him and begging for his thick ass to be filled with cock. namjoon knew he was in trouble. jin thrust into him, slamming against his prostate while jimin sucked on his cock, and taehyung got to work suckling at his little nipple and rolling the other one between his fingers. namjoon couldn't help the way he moaned like a girl, couldn't help the way he bucked up into jimin's hot mouth then back against seokjin's hips. he squirmed around, feeling pleasure from every angle and feeling so many warm hands on him. taehyung bit a nipple and namjoon screamed and taehyung fumbled with his pants again, fucking into his hand while licking circles around the pained bud. namjoon bucked up a bit more, moaning louder for taehyung and squeezing around seokjin. jin’s thrusts grew sloppy, and namjoon knew he was almost as close as he was. namjoon felt a burning sensation in his stomach, and he moaned jimin's name as a warning. seokjin grunted out, knowing he was going to cum soon. “fuck, jimin. take it. swallow namjoon's cum. taehyung, cum on his fucking face. jimin, when you cum i want you to do it on him too.” namjoon sobbed, wanting to be coated in their cum and feeling bliss. he bucked into jimin's mouth again, harder and harder until he was about to burst. namjoon came inside jimin's mouth, and hard. he groaned as he came, clenching seokjin's cock hard and panting right in taehyung's ear. jimin obediently swallowed every drop of cum he could, pulling off his cock with a pop. hoseok cursed at the string of white coating his bottom lip. jimin whined, standing up and impatiently jerking off into his chubby hands. he came with a cry, spilling over a shaking namjoon and causing seokjin to curse. taehyung followed suit, bringing his cock up and rubbing the flushed tip against namjoon's nipple, rutting against it while dragging a hand up and down. he came a minute later, aiming for namjoon's face but wiping the few leftover drops on his nipple and chest. namjoon closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of hot cum on him, enhanced by weed and the post-orgasm bliss. seokjin was the last to come, doing so with a loud fuck. he pulled out, watching with fervor as cum and lube dripped from namjoon's twitching asshole. he couldn't help himself, shoving two fingers in and fucking him with his fingers loudly until namjoon was whining with oversensitivity. namjoon took the longest to recover, and while he rested his weak legs and closed his eyes, the others got to work getting a warm cloth and wiping away the cum on his body, along with the accumulation of sweat. namjoon was filled with embarrassment, unsure of why he was so submissive and needy but wanting to feel that more often. namjoon gave each and every member a languid smile and a slow blink, and they each gave an affectionate pat in return.the passage of time and amount of sexual activity had weakened the effects of the pot in everyone's systems, and hoseok began rolling another single blunt, per yoongi's request. namjoon lay across the couch, this time curled up with his head on seokjin's lap and long lengs resting over taehyung's body. jungkook sat on the arm of the couch, playing with namjoon's soft hair. hoseok lit up once more and after each man had passed it at least twice, the blunt was burned out and everyone prepped for bed. as namjoon stood up with a yawn, he chuckled. “when's our next break?”