Yoongi freezes. There are basically six different voices on top of each other, all familiarly sniggering behind the closed door of Yoongi’s bedroom.

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To say he’s confused is an understatement: the last time they’ve all been together behind closed doors involves Yoongi on his knees, tongue sticking out to catch the different trickles of cum trying to paint his skin.

He thinks it’s not the case today.

Something tells him to sneak in. To not announce his arrival. There is something weird going on and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to the bottom of it.

Careful footsteps are all it takes to put his hand on the door. He braces himself to whatever he finds on the other side, and prays it’s not the same as that one time he stumbled upon Namjoon sticking his dick down his favorite plushie.

Instead, he’s met with silence. Six pair of eyes in varying levels of guilt stares back, and Yoongi feels his own widen.

It’s not new to see them naked. Yoongi loves seeing his boyfriends naked, craves for it at times.

It’s the flowery lace. The white thong with embroidered roses currently snug between Namjoon’s tanned cheeks. It’s also the hot pink teaser caressing Jungkook’s ass, next to the adventurous black that leaves nothing to the imagination contrasting

beautifully on Taehyung’s natural skin.

He thinks it’s not possible anymore, but he feels his eyes widen as he counts six of his precious sexy thongs all worn by his boyfriends. Seven, if you count the purple thong between

Jimin’s fingers, which Yoongi thinks the younger was scrutinizing before they got caught.

He should be mad. He’s practically just done with his laundry yesterday. Those panties could have lasted him an entire week.

Instead there’s the familiar knock of fire. The arousal slowly igniting the liquid in his veins, blood rushing south as he feels his cock chub at the sight of his lovers, naked, beautiful, and clearly mesmerizing wearing the panties they fuck him in.

It also sparks something possessive. Yoongi now realizes the high it brings when he chooses to wear any of their clothes instead of his own. He feels it deep within, sparking at the sight of their long legs bare and body clad in nothing but Yoongi’s own underwear.

“It’s not what this looks like,” Seokjin placates, shaken by the radio silence. Yoongi continues to stare at the display.

Jimin is the bravest. He takes two steps towards the elder, body moving gracefully clad in Yoongi’s old rose thong, the one with the fur trim that

blends so beautiful with Jimin’s skin. Yoongi feels his throat get dry.

The small twitch of his cock directs the younger’s attention. Jimin smirks and comes closer, breath warming Yoongi’s nose.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Jimin whispers. Yoongi feels the words wash over his body and he honest to god whimpers, cock leaking precum inside his shorts.

He can hear the others stalk closer. They were keeping their distance, clearly misreading Yoongi’s silence

from before. The echoing whimper quelled any traces of doubt, and now they’re onto Yoongi like moths to a flame.

“You like seeing us wearing your panties, baby?” Jungkook exhales, space between him and the older growing nonexistent. Yoongi feels cramped and cornered in the best

way, with the heats of their skin creating a bubble of warmth as they circle his body.

Yoongi closes his eyes. He is normally a very good boy, pliant and submissive, keeps his hands to himself until he’s ordered.

But today he breaks, hands reaching out to touch the thin lace material on Hoseok’s hip, and whimpers at the feel of his hot skin.

“Who says you can touch, baby?” Taehyung admonishes, hands reaching out to curl around Yoongi’s hair.

He yanks once and Yoongi moans low, lids fluttering close.

“Don’t get so cocky, Yoongi,” Namjoon finally says as they completely surround the older, skin on skin pressing together. “We might be wearing your underwear, but we’re still in charge. Do you understand?”

Yoongi takes a deep breath and finds himself unable to, caged between the heat radiating from his lovers’ bodies. He feels small and overwhelmed, and the delicious fire in his loins have spread all over his body yet he’s still asking for more.

“Yes, sir,” Yoongi answers meekly.

“Yoongi understands.”

The first to come off is his shirt. Yoongi closes his eyes as he feels it yanked off his chest, nipples pebbling at the sudden contact of air. It did not take long until there’s a pair of lips sucking marks on his skin, painting him theirs.

His eyes are still closed as he feels two sets of teeth clenching around his nipples. Yoongi cries out, arms stretched on both sides, gripped until he can’t feel them.

The next to go are his shorts. Yoongi hears a groan as his pale legs flash in display.

“No underwear?” Seokjin growls, mouth coming up to mark his inner thighs. “You’re such a slut, Yoongi-ah.”

Murmurs of affirmation passes through. Whispers of degradation mixed in with praise at how beautiful his skin is marked with their mouth, at how good he makes them feel.

Yoongi eats up the praise, lolling his head backwards in a total sign of submission, and the six descend upon their prey.

He feels a cock being forced down his mouth. He opens his eyes to see Jungkook’s dick peeking out from the side of the thong, thick and heavy and

delicious on Yoongi’s tongue.

Yoongi moans. The sight of Jungkook’s slight waist above the hem of the lace thong is enough to make him leak. He relaxes his jaw as Jungkook starts fucking his mouth, fingers wrapped around the elder’s neck.

Yoongi takes it. Yoongi is very good at taking it. He continues to gaze up at Jungkook, eyes watering as the younger pushes deeper on his throat. He feels fingers curling near his prostate and Yoongi screams, tightening around Jungkook’s cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook moans, hips slapping in abandon. The two fingers inside Yoongi turns to three, and he feels himself on the brink of his climax.

Jungkook grunts twice and pushed Yoongi’s head until it knocks on his pelvis, cock swallowed entirely as he

lets go down his constricting mouth, colorful curses dripping from his lips as Yoongi swallows his seed.

There was no time to rest. Yoongi feels the push of another cock past his rim. He feels himself pulled tight, round ass flushed on thong-clad skin.

He turns around and sees Taehyung, smirking at the sight of Yoongi’s mouth gaping in pleasure.

Taehyung is nothing but self-indulgent. He rams hard into Yoongi, dead center on the bundle of nerves, and enjoys as Yoongi tightens on his cock at every thrust.

Meanwhile, Hoseok stalks closer, fisting his thick dick while looking at Yoongi’s eyes point blank.

“Give me your tongue,” Hoseok orders, and Yoongi’s tongue pops out in complacency. The younger rubs the head of his cock on his tongue while fucking up his fist.

Yoongi can feel the drool collecting at the tip of his tongue and whimpers as he sees strings fall uselessly to the floor.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” Hoseok moans, fucking up faster. Taehyung has resorted to shouting, groaning

loudly until Yoongi feels warmth flood inside his hole.

It only took two seconds for Hoseok to cum right after spraying thick threads onto the older’s face. Yoongi is dripping with cum and drool, body covered in a sheen of sweat. He’s desperate for release, shaking and begging.

“Please make me cum,” Yoongi cries, hands reaching over. “Fuck me more, please I’m so close.”

Seokjin bites the bait. Yoongi feels himself staring up in awe at the contrast of the older’s unmatchable shoulders and the dainty thong trying to contain his huge cock.

“Come here, baby,” Seokjin beckons him closer. “Ride hyungie’s cock like the good boy you are.”

Yoongi follows. Positions himself on top of Seokjin, hands clenched around the fabric on the older’s hips.

He feels his hole give in one more time, and Yoongi pants as the thick cock fills him to the hilt, every wall inside him hugging the shaft closer. It feels deeper this way, and Yoongi’s eyes roll back as the head keeps knocking right on his prostate.

He didn’t even need to wait for orders. Yoongi moved on his own, fucking himself like a lifeless doll, using Seokjin’s dick to get himself off. Seokjin groans under him, hands coming up to steady the younger’s movement.

“That’s it, baby boy,” Seokjin assures. “You’re so good taking hyungie’s cock like that.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen as he feels another intrusion right where he’s stretched the most. Jimin stands behind him, thick finger trying to cram itself inside the already suffocated hole.

“Will I still fit there, baby?” Jimin teases, tapping his cock right on Yoongi’s rim. Yoongi babbles words of agreement, begging Jimin to fuck him, too.

Namjoon rushes forward to claim his mouth. Yoongi’s jaw slackens quickly, too used to being fucked at both holes

at the same time. Namjoon sheathes himself down his throat as Jimin positions to slowly ease his cock alongside Seokjin’s.

The sight is pure sin. Yoongi knows he’s leaking everywhere and everything else, and now his mouth is filled while two dicks try to fuck up

simultaneously inside his small hole. His eyes roll back to his head as his cock gives a mighty twitch, spilling copious amount of cum onto Seokjin’s lap, wetting the thong.

He thinks he passed out, but not entirely. He can feel himself being pushed and pulled,

feel the rubbing of cocks inside him. Namjoon calls out his name with a growl and Yoongi’s throat works overtime to gulp down cum without choking.

“Fuck, Yoongiya!” Seokjin screams. “Hyung is gonna cum inside your slutty hole, baby. Take hyungie’s cum.”

Yoongi is ready for the warmth. He gives a relieved sigh as he feels the release coat his walls.

Jimin speeds up and both Seokjin and Yoongi groan in overstimulation. Jimin pulls out finally, spraying his spunk along Yoongi’s ass cheeks and trails it on his lower back.

The room is filled with sounds of heavy panting. Yoongi is detached from his body, mind floating due to the strong orgasm and bones weary from overuse.

He feels strong arms carry him over under the covers. Feels pairs of hands caress his skin and clean him up.

Feels a short but sweet kiss on his nose.

Yoongi giggles. A weird sound after the cacophony of sin. He giggles and the boys stare at him, feeling the ghost of a smile form in their faces after hearing the cheery laugh.

“What’s so funny, hyung?” Taehyung asks, beginning to chuckle himself.

Yoongi rolls quietly to stare at his lovers. With a cocky smirk and heavy eyes, he whispers.

“I just realized some of those thongs aren’t mine.”

And he gives a small giggle before passing out again, face relaxing to an image of bliss.

—END!

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