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Jungkook never thought a harmless conversation about Namjoon and Jin's pornhub styled sex life would lead him to his first foursome. He was the one to have brought that up, mentioning that his two roommates recently had a threesome with Hoseok's roommate that kept him up one night during winter break. All Jimin had to do was listen to Jungkook's obvious mock disgust and play along, but instead he made a comment about how he'd never had a threesome before and was jealous.
The two were having brunch together along with their boyfriends, who had been chuckling lightly at Jungkook until then.
“Jiminie, do you mean that?” Yoongi asked as he wrapped an arm around his waist.
“What, you're not getting possessive, are you, Yoongi?” Hoseok asked.
“I don't like the idea of sharing Minnie with some stranger.”
“Who said it had to be a stranger? Jungkook and I could help out, right baby boy?” Hoseok asked. Jungkook blushed and stuttered out some confirmation and clutched onto Hoseok's arm.
Before either Jimin or Yoongi could respond, a waiter came over to their booth to take their orders.
“We're going to share the cinnamon lumberjack pancake meal with scrambled eggs and toast, thank you,” Yoongi said.
“And a coke and hot cocoa, please,” Jimin added. The waiter quickly jotted down the order and turned to Hoseok and Jungkook.
“I want the steak and eggs breakfast with a water,” Hoseok said.
“And for you, miss?” the waiter asked Jungkook.
“Sir- He's a sir,” Hoseok said coldly. Jungkook grabbed his hand and petted it, trying to tell him to let it go.
“Oh, I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean-”
“I'm sure-” Hoseok started.
“No, it's alright,” Jungkook said, waving a hand to excuse the outbursts. “I understand. I'll just have a grilled cheese sandwich with fries and a coke.”
“Yes, okay, I'll be back with your drinks then, sir.” He scurried off back to the kitchens, forgetting to repeat their orders.
“You really shouldn't do that, Hobi,” Jungkook said as he sank into the booth a bit. Hoseok scoffed, glancing over at him in disbelief.
“You're a man. No one should ever question that.”
“I look like a woman, though. Biologically-”
Hoseok's face scrunched up in distaste. “Jungkook, that doesn't invalidate-”
“Can we just get back to our brunch? I'm fine. It really isn't a big deal and you making a big deal out of it is making me uncomfortable.” There was a moment of silence as Hoseok debated on whether or not an argument was really the best thing to have while out on a double date. “He didn't know and he didn't mean anything by it, so please just let it go.” Hoseok turned his gaze away from Jungkook and placed his head in his palm.
“What were we talking about?” he asked through a pout.
“We were talking about a possible foursome between all of us,” Yoongi stated plainly. He sounded unaffected by the almost fight that just occurred, but he was squeezing Jimin's hand under the table. The two of them didn't know what to do, and Yoongi was only slightly relieved when the fight appeared to end.
“Right, that,” Jungkook said, his embarrassment from earlier resurfacing. “What could we even do- with all four of us, I mean? Wouldn't that be difficult and awkward and defeat the purpose?”
“We don't necessarily have to be fucking each other all at once, Kookie,” Hoseok said. This caught everyone's attention, collectively raising their brows. “Why not just have sex next to each other?” he suggested. The previous tension fizzled out with that new image and Yoongi blushed.
“Minnie, are you into voyeurism at all?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Never had an opportunity to find out.”
“How do we all feel,” Hoseok continued, “about a proposed session? I mean, I’m down if it’s with you guys.”
“I think I’d be down with that,” Jimin said. “We can always stop if we find out we don’t like it, so why not try, right?”
“Sounds like a plan, then,” Yoongi mumbled, his face turning red.
“How does our Jungkookie feel about it?” Jimin asked.
“Um, yeah, I- we could do that. If you guys don’t mind my- uh- my body.”
“Pretty sure everyone here is bi except for you, Kookie,” he said back. Jungkook covered his blushing face with a hand and bit his lip, feeling a little insecure. Hoseok held his tongue then, wishing he could correct Jimin on the nuance of his words (Jungkook is a man- they're all men; they could all be gay and still be attracted to him), but he figured that would just upset Jungkook, who was fine, and looking to Yoongi for his thoughts.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. Parts are not really part of the equation for me. I'm sure I'd love-” he said, pausing briefly out of shock at his impulsively strong words, “Um, whatever you look like. You know, naked. I already think you're cute.” Yoongi looked away as he covered his eyes. Jungkook nodded in recognition with a small, bashful giggle.
“It’s decided, then.”
From there, the boys had discussed the when and where, and after about a week the day came. It was Saturday- everyone had the day off (some were free to begin with, others eagerly took vacation time)- and they were all meeting up at Jimin’s place because he had the largest bed out of the four of them.
They didn’t mention wearing anything in particular, and as such they all showed up in casual wear, except for Jimin who had been in his pajamas since the night before. Hoseok and Jungkook came together with takeout, planning to hang out for a bit beforehand, and Yoongi showed up soon after them and joined their lunch. They sat around Jimin’s table for a while after the food had been eaten and just talked. It was important, Yoongi thought, that they settle themselves into a relaxed mood before initiating anything.
“So everyone is clean, right?” Hoseok asked. Yoongi looked at Jimin, something being silently exchanged.
Then Yoongi said, “Yes.”
“Don't you get tested regularly? Why is that even a question?” Jungkook asked. Hoseok giggled, setting Jungkook deeper into his confusion. “I just thought- you know cause they're a couple and they don't sleep around and... you know?”
“How do you know we don't? We're about to have a foursome!” Jimin said. Jungkook closed his mouth, shocked by the response. Hoseok laughed again and patted Jungkook's shoulder.
“I was asking if they were good for anal, Kookie,” he clarified. Jungkook mumbled a soft, “Oh...” and lit up a bright red.
“You didn't know?” Yoongi asked. “Don't you and Hoseok... do that?” Jimin rolled his eyes at the phrasing. Jungkook just let his jaw hang in response.
“No,” Hoseok answered for him. “We don't do that.”
“How do you guys usually have sex?” Jimin asked. Jungkook hid his face in Hoseok's neck. It was an awkward angle, but it was better than being confronted about his private life.
“Kookie, you should answer.”
“But Hobi-”
“You don't have to tell them. I just don't want to say anything that you wouldn't want me to say.”
Jungkook whined and slowly left his hiding place. He placed his chin in his palms and looked up at Jimin.
“Hoseok and I... he just uses my- my...” He felt embarrassed. It was just a word. He knew they wouldn't think less of him or differently of him if he used that word, but still he was uneasy using it. He looked up at Hoseok and motioned towards the other two.
“I fuck his boy pussy, usually,” Hoseok said with a smirk. Yoongi was surprised. The only other trans guy he knew absolutely hated vaginal penetration. Made him feel dysphoric, he said, but Yoongi supposed everyone had a different experience.
“Oh. That's hot,” Jimin said. Jungkook sighed, the nervous tension leaving his body. “I hope I get to.” Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yoongi twisted their necks so fast to stare in awe at Jimin and his declaration. “What?”
“You think I'm hot?” Jungkook asked, his voice having gone up an octave.
Jimin thought it was obvious, considering the premise was to watch each other fucking to get off. He placed his hand on Jungkook’s thigh as he keeled over in laughter, as he did innocently to all his friends by habit.
Now things were tense before, but the gasp that Jungkook let out when Jimin's fingers wrapped around his inner thigh brought down the reality of the situation onto all of them. They were here to fuck each other.
“Oh, Jungkook-” Jimin said, surprised at the sudden change of pace. “Do you like this- me touching your thigh?”
“He’s very sensitive. Like a virgin, I’d go so far as to say,” Hoseok clarified.
“Wow, that’s cute. Is it okay if I...” he said, bringing his hand slowly up further. Jungkook nodded, and Jimin continued, the boys collective breathing being the only other noticeable stimulus. “Is this okay with you guys, too?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok said. “Anything goes, today.”
“I feel the same,” Yoongi added.
Jimin brushed his nose against Jungkook's jaw, his eyes beginning to shut, as he rubbed his thumb over Jungkook's inner thigh.
“How-” Jungkook started, his voice pitched higher than normal. He swallowed before repeating, “How strong are you?”
“Why?” he asked, giggling at the question.
“Can you take me to the bed?”
“Yes, baby.” Jimin purposely caressed the undersides of Jungkook's thighs as he picked him up, forcing him to lean into his chest. Jungkook grasped onto Jimin's dotted pajama shirt as he met Hoseok's eyes, watching him being manhandled to another room. Yoongi and Hoseok both got up and followed behind Jimin, sharing clouded looks between one another.
Jimin sat down on the bed near the headboard with Jungkook in his lap, pulling him in close and wrapping his arms around him. Hoseok and Yoongi sat at the edge of the bed with their legs crossed, unsure of when they were to join in.
“Can I kiss you?” Jimin asked.
Jungkook was very aware at that point that three pairs of eyes were watching him. His skin felt hot and he was beginning to sweat just from his accelerated heartbeat. He nodded, grounding himself by grasping the baby hairs on Jimin's neck, and he was kissed.
Jimin moved his hands over Jungkook's body, caressing his strong thighs and upwards.
“You have such wide hips. I love touching them,” Jimin said. Jungkook ducked his head in Jimin's neck, hiding his blush.
Yoongi placed a hand on Hoseok's thigh then, partially because he had a kink for muscled thighs and partially because he thought Hoseok would have bolted forwards otherwise. He had stiffened at the mention of Jungkook's hips, a feminine feature he knew he didn't like to be acknowledged. At least when they were alone together.
“Hyung,” Jungkook said.
“Yes? Is there something you want?” Jimin replied.
“I- I want you to touch me,” he said, a blush fluttering onto his cheeks. Hoseok blushed, too.
“Where?”
Jungkook sighed softly, reluctant to be bolder, but he knew he’d have to be. Jimin would never touch him unless he knew with certainty that it was okay. He leaned in to whisper into his ear; he was shy with the other boys watching him.
“I want you to touch me there, hyung. Please,” he whispered.
“We’ll have to get you undressed, then.” Jimin carefully unbuttoned Jungkook’s shorts and pulled them off of him. That was when he discovered that he had been wearing pink laced panties the whole time. Shamelessly, his dick hardened at the sight, before he could even wonder why Jungkook would be wearing such a feminine item of clothing. He froze as he thought, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other, who nibbled his lip with worry. Jimin figured that, even though he didn’t expect it, Jungkook knew his own comfort level. There was no need to ask about his clothing preferences. Rather, he playfully smacked his hands down onto the tops of Jungkook’s thighs and grabbed the bare flesh there.
His hand inched towards the lining of the younger’s underwear and he slid his fingers beneath the material. Jungkook held onto his shoulders and placed his head between them in preparation. He looked up and saw Yoongi and Hoseok watching them with wide eyes. He looked away.
He was glad he did because not a second later Jimin’s small fingers began to tease around his folds, testing his sensitivity. He sucked in a breath, trying to keep his cool. He was wet already, turned on by his hyung more than he anticipated, so the other had no problem slipping a finger in and petting his walls gently. Jungkook whined from the sensation and without meaning to he began to gyrate his hips around Jimin’s finger. That was signal enough for the older to slip in two more and pump with firmer strokes.
“You're so pretty, Kookie,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook gasped and moaned louder than he would have liked. Jimin really knew what he was doing- that was very clear from how he was already clenching around his fingers- which was surprising. He recalled Jimin saying he was bisexual, but it hadn’t really hit him until that moment that Jimin definitely had fucked a few women before. Jimin’s fingers curled in just the right way, with a good pressure that didn’t hurt. And all the while he was being held on his hip by Jimin’s other hand. His own fingers held tightly onto Jimin’s ridiculously domestic pajamas, unable to stay silent and composed.
Hoseok was familiar with this side of Jungkook. He knew just how his voice would hitch and vocalize, he could predict the intensity of the creases in his face and how they would progress as he felt good and better. But Yoongi- he had no idea what he was going to see today. While Hoseok smiled softly, with just a hint of a smirk, as he was relieved that Jungkook was enjoying himself without anxiety, Yoongi’s mouth was agape and he was frozen in place. He was very hard just from watching. It didn’t help that Hoseok snaked his hand over to his inner thigh and squeezed.
Yoongi leaned forward from the touch, trying to hide how affected he was, when Jungkook looked up at him in one of his bolder moments. They were both red in the face, having to come to terms with the fact that they were in the middle of the act of turning the other on. With one more rather vocal moan out of Jungkook, Yoongi sat up and crawled over to him.
“Minnie, let me,” he said. Jimin pouted, but took his fingers back and led Jungkook to sit on the bed by himself. He scooted back to Hoseok and let Yoongi fumble his way to Jungkook. “Hey, Kookie.”
“Hyung?”
Yoongi placed his palm on Jungkook’s neck and rubbed his thumb over it before leaning in to kiss him. Jungkook held Yoongi’s hips and deepened the kiss, to his hyungs’ amusement. Yoongi pulled away, caught up with emotion, and cleared his throat before continuing.
“I want to cuff you to the headboard,” he said. The youngest’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly. “The cuffs’re soft- a-and a bit stretchy. You can get your way out of them easily, I just like the aesthetic. Is that okay? You don’t have to, I just... thought I’d ask.”
“Yeah, that’s alright.”
Yoongi smiled and moved towards the nightstand to grab said pair of cuffs. Jungkook grabbed the bottom of his shirt, but hesitated in taking it off. Hoseok noticed and shot him a look he hoped said, “You don’t have to do that, you know.” He took it off anyways and then held his arms nervously, hiding his scars out of habit. As it was difficult to smile genuinely at that moment, he offered his brown doe eyes to Yoongi to assure him he would be fine, with assurance.
The small rapper returned to Jungkook and, to his surprise, sat right in his lap. He looked down at him and smiled. Two faded scars leftover from top surgery didn't put him off in the slightest. He loved Jungkook. They all did.
“Kiss me, Kookie.”
He did. He licked his lips open and pressed his thigh up against Yoongi’s still confined dick just to tease him. Yoongi growled onto his cheek, taking his wrist and cuffing it as he slowly pushed him down onto his back. Once Jungkook was there, he pulled away and hooked the other cuff to one of the headboard pickets. Then he got onto all fours and brought his face down to Jungkook’s pelvis.
Jungkook gasped, understanding very well what Yoongi was planning on doing then. Yoongi looked up at him, a little worried from his reaction, and he looked to Jungkook's face to decide whether or not he wanted this, too. With a slow nod of consent from Jungkook, he pulled the panties down and let them dangle on one ankle. He cradled Jungkook’s legs with his arms and stared.
Jungkook was already so wet, Yoongi could see, and his clit was so swollen out of its hood. When he first met Jungkook a few years ago, he honestly had no idea that he had a vagina. He thought of this moment a few times back then, when he had had a little crush on him and Jimin, except in his fantasy he was sucking Jungkook's dick. Now, his face was so close to his pussy. He whined softly in the back of his throat with want.
He took in a breath at the view and dived down to lick Jungkook's pink clit. He used little kitten licks at first, testing for the other's reaction. Jungkook bit his lip and covered his eyes. He sighed out contentedly. Yoongi sifted his tongue softly through the slick between Jungkook's folds and slowly teased, putting a pressure there that made the other squirm.
He tasted so good. Smelled so good. Gasped so loud for all three of them to hear. His thick thighs flexed and tightened, refusing to crush Yoongi’s head against him, but really wanting to. He had an uncontrollable habit of twitching his left leg gently against Yoongi's shoulder, which was adorable.
Jungkook had only been eaten out a few times. Hoseok would do it every day if he was allowed, but Jungkook often felt insecure or uncomfortable (maybe a mix of the two) when his sex organs were on display. Today must've been one of his better days, Hoseok thought. It might’ve had to do with the fact that this event was anticipated. He knew very well what he was getting himself into.
Jungkook opened his eyes- he hadn’t even realized he had been holding them shut- when the mattress bent beside him. Jimin laid down on his side, suddenly naked, holding his leg up as Hoseok copied Yoongi and made his way down Jimin's dancer thighs to eat him out, too. Now the two of them were on display, not only for Yoongi and Hoseok, but for each other. They were watching each other’s faces as their most sensitive parts were orally appreciated. Jungkook noticed that Jimin's lips were swollen and glistening a bit. Knowing how aggressive Hoseok could be about kissing, he could gather the cause.
Along with his heavy breathing, Yoongi's own groans of satisfaction at Jungkook's gushing pussy were painfully loud. His chin and lips dripped with slick, making wet smacking sounds while they pressed against Jungkook's soft, pink flesh. It was dirtier than porn to Jimin because he was hearing for the first time his best friend of more than a decade moaning and struggling to breathe normally, because he could see just how fucked out Jungkook already was.
Because Yoongi was good with his tongue and relentless, it wasn’t long before Jungkook climaxed and cried out. His legs were trembling around Yoongi, and he was breathing so heavily. His lips and eyes were pursed, the former being held uncontrollably open and the latter being held closed tightly. His whole body was shaking with pleasure, until his orgasm passed. Then it was shaking from sensitivity, as Yoongi did not stop licking and circling his clit with his tongue.
Jungkook reached out aimlessly towards Jimin, searching for something. Jimin had been watching the whole time, painfully hard, even when Hoseok literally stopped kissing his ass to watch his boyfriend's orgasm. Jimin took Jungkook's searching hand in his own and felt a strong grip returned to him.
“Excuse me, hyung,” Hoseok said. Yoongi turned his head with pouted lips as the other dipped his fingers into Jungkook. He pumped them a little, to which Jungkook moaned his name, and then he took them back. He rubbed his fingers together midair, admiring the webbing slick that now coated them. Hoseok had begun fingering Jimin then, preparing him for his dick. Both of them watched Yoongi eat out Jungkook, as he was for some reason obsessed with the act.
It was like that for a while until Jungkook's second orgasm hit him. The boys knew it was coming when his uneven hips gyrated uncontrollably, gently, back and forth onto Yoongi's mouth. His breathing was so strained as his thrusting stuttered to a halt and his lips parted with a stifled airy moan. He was whining and squeezing Jimin's hand until it passed.
Yoongi then pulled away, panting himself, but only to say, “I'm gonna be eating him out for a while. Don't wait for your turn.” With that he brought his tired but relentless lips back and continued.
Jimin looked over to Hoseok, questioning with wide eyes. He was blushing down to his shoulders as Hoseok bracketed him with his forearms.
“Are you okay, Jiminie?” he asked.
“I'm just- really hard,” he chuckled softly. He held Jungkook's hand close to his chest showing Hoseok what was riling him up so much. “You look really embarrassed, too.”
“Jungkook drives me crazy, and you seeing him with me makes me more so,” he admitted. He added a third finger and searched for Jimin's sweet spot, trying to focus his trembling gaze directly into Jimin's eyes while his boyfriend continued to breathe short, shaking breaths.
“God, Yoongi-” Jungkook gasped. Jimin’s hips just barely jolted forward at those words, but Hoseok noticed. They both froze as Hoseok gaped down at him.
“How long have you had a thing for my boyfriend?” he whispered. Jimin blushed and held onto Jungkook's fingers with both hands. “You don't want me to fuck you. You want to fuck him. Is that it?”
“Are you jealous?” Jimin whispered back.
“You can if you want. Jungkook would let you. I would let you.” Jimin smirked and covered his face with his hands, and Jungkook's.
“I want to watch your boyfriend get eaten out by my boyfriend while you fuck me.” Hoseok squinted down at him, ever the skeptic. “Don't you want to fuck me?”
“You should ride me. You'll see Jungkook better if you're not on your back.”
“How will you watch him with me if you're on your back?”
Hoseok smacked the inner side of Jimin's thigh and grabbed his hips. Jimin yelped as he was flipped onto his knees, his little hand losing its grip of Jungkook in the process. Hoseok pulled him closer until his dick was resting between Jimin's cheeks.
“Wait- Hoseok-” Jimin said. The older did. He slithered his palms around Jimin's waist and held him. Jimin held onto his arms with a hand and watched the perfect view of his boyfriend fucking his tongue into Jungkook's heat. Jungkook was crying a little, they could see now. His face was pink and wet from tears. His free hand clutched the bed sheets tightly as he panted. “Yoongi, baby, hold on a second.”
Yoongi slowed and lifted his wet face to pay attention to the others in the room.
“The glass dick- you should use it,” Jimin suggested. Jungkook shot a look at Hoseok that was difficult to interpret. He looked surprised, for sure, his brows turned up and his lips parted, but whether or not he was excited was debatable.
“Haven't you-”
“No, babe, I haven't used it yet. It's in the nightstand.” Yoongi reluctantly left his place between Jungkook's legs to retrieve the toy (and to clean his face).
Jungkook's chest was heaving as he recovered from the intense non-stop attention on his erogenous zone. Jimin watched him- heard him- and felt more precum leak out of his dick.
“Are you okay, Kookie?” Hoseok asked.
“Hyeah,” he breathed out. He smiled softly with his eyes closed.
“How many times did you cum?” There was a pause as Jungkook contemplated Hoseok's simple question.
“Four?”
“Jesus,” Jimin whispered. “I'm lucky if I cum twice. Is that a normal thing for you?”
“A good boy like Jungkook deserves it, doesn't he?” Hoseok said. “I love making him cum. I think Yoongi does, too.” Yoongi returned then, a pink, ribbed glass-dildo in his hand. “Um, that is not a dick. That’s a fucking tentacle.” It was. It had little suckers painted on it and the end of the handle resembled the arm of an octopus.
“It’ll still feel good,” Jimin said. “I have another one just like it except it’s purple. It feels great.”
“Okay, Jimin, maybe it feels good for you, but what about for Kookie?”
“It’ll probably feel better for him honestly. He doesn’t need to be stretched.”
“That’s not true.”
“Stop bickering. Let him decide for himself,” Yoongi said. He knelt over the boy, still cuffed to the bed, and placed a kiss on his cheek over a tear trail. “What do you think?” He displayed the toy for him, turning it around and showing off its shape.
“I want to try. I’ve never used a toy before,” he said. Yoongi kissed his lips, licking them even, and brushed his bangs out of his face.
“I’m gonna use it on you. You just lay there and tell me how it feels, okay? Can you do that for me?”
“Of course I can,” he said back with a smile.
“It’ll be cold. That might feel good, but if you don't like it, it won't take long for your pretty pussy to heat it up.”
Jungkook giggled, floating in his own head a little after cumming so much. He grabbed Yoongi's arm and tried to pull him over his thighs. Yoongi followed his lead and swung a leg over to straddle him.
“Can you,” Jungkook started. He held onto Yoongi's hip and pulled. Yoongi had no idea what he was asking for and tilted his head in confusion. “I wanna feel your dick on my thigh.”
Yoongi thrusted forward, pressing his hard dick onto him. Jungkook's ears turned red as he smiled. “Why do you like this?”
“It's cause of me, right?” he asked. Yoongi chuckled, smiling his gummy smile. He nodded as he let his hand wander its way down back to Jungkook's heat. With the dildo in hand, he entered Jungkook slowly. “Oh,” Jungkook whispered, likely to himself.
Yoongi kept watch of his face, glancing up a few times to make sure he wasn't hurting their little Kookie. When he couldn't push it in any further, the younger adjusted his hips, moving the toy inside of him. Taking that as a suggestion, Yoongi started fucking Jungkook with the toy. It was slow and deep at first, the noise of slick moving making Jungkook embarrassed, and then he sped up.
He really loved the way his wrist would bend and rotate back and forth ever so slightly as he fucked Jungkook. The veins that followed each of his knuckles flared with his movements and even though he kept his attention on Jungkook most of the time, he kept glancing at his wrist in fascination.
Hoseok had already been thrusting into Jimin for a while when Yoongi noticed his boyfriend was moaning. Combined with Jungkook's moans, the stimulation was overwhelming. No one had even touched him really, besides Jungkook gently kneeing him between the legs just before he started all this. But it was still so much to take in. The lack of conversation made it worse because he was alone in his head, observing and taking note of everything.
Jungkook was rocking his hips up into his movements. When he looked away, he saw Jimin bouncing forward and back, his dangly earrings going in random directions (which for some reason really hit Yoongi hard). Hoseok had his hands wrapped securely about his boyfriends hips, pulling them back to match his thrusts. Jimin was holding himself up with one arm and jerking himself off sparingly with his free hand.
“Hyunnng,” Jungkook whined. Yoongi returned his attention to him, realizing that he had been squeezing Jungkook's thigh pretty hard as he watched the other two. He petted him in apology. “Yoongi-hyung-”
“What is it, baby?”
“I want you,” he said vaguely. He patted his inner thigh, very close to his own heat, to clarify. “Please, hyung!”
“Okay, Kookie. Alright,” he said. He took the slick-covered toy out and for a second was unsure of what to do with it. He ended up placing it on the nightstand on top of a towel Jimin had put there in preparation for today. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”
“I- I'm on birth control,” Jungkook said shyly. “So you don't need to wear one.”
Yoongi nodded and took off his shirt, which should've been off a long time ago, he thought, but he hadn't even thought about his body as he played with Jungkook. He continued until he was completely naked (not without noticing wet stains on his underwear). He pulled Jungkook's thighs on top of his and lined up, making a quick entry.
Jungkook had wriggled his wrist out of the stretchy cuffs and reached out for Yoongi. The older bent down and held Jungkook just underneath his armpits as if he were about to lift him, and Jungkook held onto him by his elbows. Yoongi fucked into him at a fast pace, figuring Jungkook was already stretched (and well lubricated).
Unlike when he was being eaten out, Jungkook cried out loudly and in a staccatoed pattern that complimented each thrust of Yoongi's hips. His grip on Yoongi was so strong, and yet just a reflex from how fast his heart was beating, sending him into an adrenaline filled consciousness.
Jimin tapped his fingers over the hand Hoseok placed on his stomach then, and Hoseok stopped.
“You okay?”
“I wanna lay down next to Kookie,” he said. Hoseok pulled out and let Jimin adjust his position, and when he was content with the small distance between he and Jungkook, who was still shaking from sex, Hoseok replaced himself.
As Jimin shook next to Jungkook, he realized he was close. Jungkook was just so damn responsive- so sensitive. His voice was so sweet and quite frankly going all over the place in a high range different from his speaking voice. When Hoseok smacked Yoongi's ass in approval, his strange way of showing gratitude for making Jungkook feel so good, Yoongi gasped and bucked up into Jungkook harder than before. At that point a tear fell down Jungkook's face in Jimin's line of sight.
Jimin was just a little concerned that he was going to cum first.
Until Yoongi, who had honestly almost cum in his pants earlier when Jungkook was having his third orgasm, squeezing his face uncontrollably between his legs, was the first to cum with a stutter of his hips. He rasped out a moan, louder than Jungkook even, suddenly, and startled Hoseok a little.
He fell onto Jungkook, weakly riding out his orgasm. Jungkook ran his fingers down Yoongi's back to soothe him, and himself. He really liked to touch. He was quiet with Yoongi being so still, but he was trembling as he was filled with cum that wasn't Hoseok's.
“Yoongi,” he whispered. “I'm so close, please don't stop.” Yoongi lazily pulled out and returned to eating him out again. He pumped his fingers first, encouraging his cum to leak out a little, and then he lapped it up with his tongue.
Jungkook looked down at him and held him by his hair. He came for the last time when Yoongi looked up to meet his gaze during the process. He squirmed with twitching hips and whined wantonly, more uncontrollable than before.
Jimin came then with a shout from seeing the ridiculously filthy orgasm of his childhood friend. Yoongi watched Jimin’s cum spurt onto his stomach as best he could from the angle. Hoseok was the last to finish, driving Jimin towards oversensitivity. The only sound out of them for a few minutes was Hoseok slapping against Jimin, and after they had all but him cum, it was almost awkward to hear. Hoseok's ragged breathing was hot, though. His moaning was the most stereotypically masculine out of them all, and so it was short-lived.
Then it was silent in Jimin’s bedroom. Hoseok was holding onto Jimin, running his fingers through his hair, and Yoongi had been petting Jungkook until he decided they needed to clean up. He started with Jungkook, as he was the messiest. He was soft with his movements because he noticed that Jungkook was extremely sensitive now (he should’ve guessed that five orgasms would do that to a person). Hoseok took the towel from him when he was done, using a clean corner to clean up Jimin and himself.
“That was... really something,” Jimin said, breaking the silence. Jungkook grabbed his hand and nodded enthusiastically. “How are we doing- like- I think I’m in some state of shock, honestly.”
“I feel fucking great,” Yoongi said. He laid down next to Jungkook and threw an arm and leg over him for cuddling. Jungkook giggled and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“You really love the taste of my boyfriend, it turns out,” Hoseok said.
“Is that okay?” he asked, a tinge of anxiety in his voice.
“Jungkook likes it. Jimin and I like it. Of course it’s okay.”
“Okay, cool,” Yoongi said back. “Are we gonna do this again?”
Everyone paused, glancing at one another, for some reason unsure of the answer.
“Well, we all had a good time, right?” Jungkook said softly, embarrassed to be talking about it. They mumbled agreements, also embarrassed to talk about it.
“That settles it, I think,” Jimin said. “I really hope we get to because I don’t know if I’ll be able to cum without hearing Jungkook, now.”
The youngest covered his face at the comment. “But I don’t sound... masculine.”
“You sound hot, Kookie,” Hoseok said. “It’s cause it’s your voice.” Jungkook pulled Yoongi's head onto his chest and pouted.
“You’re also very hot,” Jimin said to Hoseok. “Like, Yoongi has never had such abs. I could feel them on my back earlier and- god- what a day it’s been.”
“Fuck you,” Yoongi said.
“Hmm, maybe another time, Hoseok already took care of me.” The two of them chuckled at each other.
“Yoongi,” Hoseok started, “Would you be opposed to taking care of me next time?”
“I- No, I’m not opposed to that. If I get to suck your dick first.”
“Good,” Jimin added, “Then I get to fuck Jungkook next time! If that’s cool with you, Kookie.”
“Yes,” was all he said back.
Hoseok laid down between Jimin and Jungkook and did his best to hold onto each of them somewhat. Jimin snuggled up next to him, demanding his attention. They talked amongst themselves for a while longer until Jungkook fell asleep and the rest of them decided they had to as well, or else they'd wake him up.
Three days later, Jungkook was over at Hoseok’s apartment, sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around his waist. They were watching a dramatic-romance movie together, though Hoseok wasn't really paying attention. He was waiting for his roommate, Taehyung, who was also watching the movie, to go to bed so he could talk to Jungkook privately.
When Taehyung finished his popcorn, he got up from the couch and put the bowl in the sink. He decided to wash the dishes. Hoseok huffed in annoyance onto Jungkook's shoulder.
“You don't like him?” Jungkook asked.
“What?”
“The main lead. He said he's ‘Gonna ask her to marry me’ and you got angry,” he clarified.
“I don't even know what's going on honestly. I haven't been watching.”
“What's wrong, Hobi?” Hoseok tightened his grip around Jungkook's waist and didn't answer. “Alright. You can talk when you're ready.”
A few minutes passed and Taehyung came back to the couch. Hoseok was praying he wouldn't sit down again, and he didn't. He just bent down to kiss Jungkook's forehead (to which Jungkook giggled), and then Hoseok's, before declaring he loved them both and was going to sleep and that they shouldn't be too loud.
Hoseok's time was coming. He had been thinking it over the past few days since the foursome. Firstly, he thought, How did this even happen? After he accepted everything as reality and not some ridiculous horny dream, he thought about how it was for Jungkook.
Jimin had commented on his hips, he called him pretty, and Yoongi had not only not called Jungkook's boy pussy a boy pussy, he called it a pretty pussy. And Jungkook was fine with that. Jimin fingered him, Yoongi ate him out, fingered him, fucked into his vagina with a toy and his own dick, and Jungkook was fine with that. He was happy, even.
He waited till the movie had finished to talk.
“Jungkook...” Hoseok started.
“Yes, hyung?” he answered. He wriggled out of Hoseok's arms and sat down next to him, showing he was serious.
“When we were first going to have sex, you didn't want me to penetrate you. You didn't let me eat you out either. It wasn't until way later that you told me you were comfortable doing that with me. You told me those things make you feel invalidated- wrong, even- and so I made sure to always let you know that I saw you for what you are: a man.”
“Okay,” he said, drawing out his vowels as he was unsure of where he was going with the conversation. “I'm with you so far.”
“The other day, though, with Jimin and Yoongi- you were so comfortable, immediately- the only exception was when you took off your shirt. They called you pretty and I saw that you liked it. I know you complained about your voice, but you didn't seem to believe that complaint. It seemed like you liked the way you sounded, like we did. And I'm just confused, a little.”
“About why I was comfortable?” he asked. Hoseok nodded. “Well... Yoongi didn't know I'm trans until about a year into our friendship. He, um, saw me disposing of a pad in the guy's restroom.” Hoseok's brows lifted. “I thought I was alone, but he was just so quiet in there. I use tampons exclusively now, if I'm not at home.”
“I know. You don't usually talk about periods with me either. Or at least not directly.”
“I've been thinking these past few months about why I get so uncomfortable sometimes when people know- or when you see me naked.”
“Dysphoria.”
“Right. I have dysphoria. I'll always have it, but I don't want it to control me. I don't want to feel caged just because I think like a transphobe sometimes. Or used to, anyways. When Jimin and Yoongi were saying that stuff to me, I just thought, ‘There are men with wide hips. There are men who are pretty. There are men with vaginas!’ And even through all that they still called me he. When I heard that, I knew I was valid to them. Even if I have hips, or if I'm pretty. Even though I have a- a pussy. I'm valid to myself, too. Completely.”
Hoseok wrapped his arm around Jungkook and pulled him close, holding Jungkook's head under his chin.
“I'm proud of you, Jungkook,” he said. “I've only ever wanted you to be happy and comfortable. Maybe I overdo it sometimes, like at brunch, but when I met you, you were so insecure and scared to tell the world who you are. You were afraid to correct people. I think I've been seeing you that way this whole time, until the other day when we had that foursome.”
“I'm sorry,” Jungkook said. His voice had gotten higher, and Hoseok knew he was tearing up. “I got stuck in this perception you had of me for a long time. Once I became more secure about myself and more assertive- once I learned more about what it means to me to be trans- your constant reassurance became almost babying rather than comforting. I know you like to take care of me. You always have taken pride in being my safety, but I've changed since we first met.
“When Yoongi and Jimin were there, it wasn't just your perception I was aware of anymore. It was theirs, too. Since Yoongi met me later than you, I had a different dynamic with him. He didn't know the me that was so insecure. I have never needed his help when it came to asserting myself. And he thought I was a cis guy when we first met, despite my voice and physique- I know I was flat chested by then, but still I was surprised. I didn't feel the need to prove myself to him like I did with everyone else, and myself.
“I've known Jimin for a very long time. Since I was a kid. I never had to present myself in a specific way to him, though. I didn't care if he saw me as anything but who I actually am, insecurities and all. We were always close, so when I came out to him and he was unsure of how to react, I could tell he still accepted me. It took him some time to see me as a man with more than just words; that hurt. But it was unfair of me to expect him to immediately see me that way after the years he'd spent with me. Even so, I didn't hide from him.
“With you it was different. I'm in love with you, so it was harder to show you that I've changed. You fell in love with the old me and to show you the new me would change our whole dynamic. I was scared for you to know, for a while, and it was hard to get you to see, but I know that you only want me to be happy. If that means you don't have to constantly reassure me anymore, even if you really enjoyed doing that for me, I hoped you would be okay with that.”
Hoseok squeezed him and Jungkook turned around in his hold to wrap his arms and legs around his waist.
“Of course I'm okay with that. I thought I was doing what you needed of me. Maybe at first that's how it was. I know you don't need anyone's recognition, now. You have that for yourself. I'm proud of you for that. I love you, too, you know.”
“I know,” he said with a relieved sigh. Hoseok smacked his arm lightly and he laughed.
“The old you and the new you, too. Just for different reasons.”
“I love you, Hobi.” Jungkook pecked his lower neck and they just sat there for a minute in silence, holding onto each other, Hoseok cradling Jungkook in his arms.
Then Hoseok gained enough gall to ask, “So does this mean I can eat you out tonight?”
Jungkook pushed him away, laughing at the change of pace, and headed off to Hoseok's bedroom. Hoseok smiled and followed after him.