Something Beautiful
Title: Something Beautiful
Pairing: Everyone/Jungkook, Suga/Jungkook
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Still just borrowing. I think they're out of my system and I might give them back. Well, except Suga. He's mine.
Summary: It's Jungkook's day off. With five pretty slaves, there's no question of what he's going to end up doing. Well, more like no question of what those five pretty slaves are going to end up doing: him. It's a fine plan until a not-so-unwanted suitor comes (ha!) calling. Let the marriage interview begin!
A/N: Okay. I think I have now written the 2 most needed BTS fics and my brain can shut up and I can finish that Harry Potter fic. Hopefully.
Jungkook fell onto his favorite divan, the one covered in the softest fabric of their kingdom, the one that cradled his head so well when one of his harem had his legs in the air and his body on the delicious edge of an orgasm.
He let himself sag into its soft cushions, cradling him and encouraging him to just relax. Let go. No stress.
As the second son of a wealthy kingdom, he did not really have a lot of stress, but just enough to appreciate his free days, and more than enough to appreciate his darling Jin who made sure that, at least once every two weeks, he had an entire day free of meetings and appearances and duties.
The divan moved and warmth pressed against his side just before lips touched his neck.
“My Sunshine.”
Jungkook smiled. Jimin.
Another body pressed against his side, smelling of pine and forests, and he didn’t even need the affectionate, “My Bunny,” to know it was Hobi.
“Been waiting for this all week,” another voice said at his feet, and hands slid up the back of his legs and under his short tunic to his bare thighs. Namjoon.
Strawberry-flavored lips pressed against his accompanied by the softest hands, the softest skin, against his cheek. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open and he lost his breath at V’s handsome face above him. How someone could be so handsome and yet so pretty and delicate at the same time still blew his mind.
“My Prince.”
With difficulty, Jungkook tore his gaze away from V’s captivating lips and attempted to focus on Jin. A lofty task considering Hobi’s hands sliding under his tunic, Namjoon’s mouth following his fingers along his inner thigh, and Jimin’s sweet kisses along his neck.
Jin stood tall and on display, just as Jungkook preferred, wearing only a loose pair of flowing, almost see-through red pants, belted with nothing more than a rope easily loosened just at the top of his hips. His bare chest and broad shoulders were visible for Jungkook to ogle, and he did, tracking the ridge around his pectorals, down his sternum to the hard lines of his stomach, and that tantalizing thatch of hair that disappeared under the folded-over material.
He licked his lips and held out his hand with a whimper.
Jin smiled and shook his head. “You have an unannounced visitor, My Prince.”
Jungkook pouted. “What?”
“Your schedule is clear for the day, as it should be, but he has just arrived with a request to speak with you. With his apologies, of course.”
Jungkook snorted. “Apologies.”
“What do you wish for me to tell him?”
“I wish for you to tell him nothing,” Jungkook said and held out his hand again. “He does not have an appointment, so he can wait until I am satisfied.”
A smile tugged at the corner of JIn’s mouth and then it turned into a cocky smirk. “Then I guess he will wait forever.”
Jungkook frowned and snapped his fingers. “Rude. Come. Now.”
Jin floated over to him. When he was in reach, Jungkook tugged on the braided rope. As he hoped, the rope fell easily from its knot and the silky red fabric cascaded to the floor, leaving his tall, handsome slave naked and almost completely erect. Gripping him tightly, Jungkook pulled Jin closer, uncaring that he almost forced Jimin away from his body. Nothing mattered when the warm tip of Jin’s erection pressed against his lips. He lapped at the tip, teasing the hole for a moment and then licking all around the head. Hands and mouths continued to tease his skin, leaving pinpricks of pain after small bites and pebbled flesh after long sucks and drawn out breaths.
He was putty in their hands and they all knew it. He was their master and their prince, and they all knew how to make him beg, how to turn him into their little slave, their come slut, their cockwhore.
“Baby,” Namjoon said, his voice a bit muffled since he was still under Jungkook’s tunic. There was a command buried in the endearment, a tug at his thighs and Jungkook relaxed, head tilted back, taking Jin farther down his throat, while Namjoon and V pulled him lower on the small couch. His ass hung off the edge, his knees hooked over Namjoon’s shoulders for support. Jimin moved the tunic, bunching it around his waist and exposing his cock to the cool air. It wasn’t cool long, almost engulfed too roughly by V. Another mouth closed around his balls and fingers prodded at his cleft.
Jungkook took a heavy breath through his nose and relaxed, letting his harem take care of him the way they did best. The loose fabric of his tunic was tugged over enough for Hobi to suck bruises into his chest and tease his nipple with teeth. Jimin moaned and copied his movements on the other side of him.
They teased him, drawing his orgasm closer to the edge. It was way too soon for him to be ready to come, but he had not had time the last two days to do more than collapse into his bed late into the night and rise from it too early in the morning.
When Namjoon shifted him higher, forcing his hips to bend and dislodging V, Jungkook moaned. Everything shifted and Jin straddled his face, hands gentle on his cheeks to hold his head in place while he rocked into his mouth. Namjoon licked at his cleft, spread him open with his hands and forced his legs wider with knees hooked at his shoulders. He licked at him, shoving his tongue into his body, followed by a finger, and then two fingers. The sting was almost too much, and Jungkook moaned around the dick in his mouth. He wanted to protest the third finger, but he had learned to trust his harem, and trust them he did. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and his breathing ragged. All he saw was Jin, staring down at him, a smile on his face. His lips moved in words that Jungkook did not hear, but the tone was enough.
Praise.
So good, My Prince. Your mouth is so good.
Jungkook shook and tried to relax even more for them to use him.
Namjoon’s fingers suddenly slid into him without the sting. He’d brought oil, just as Jungkook had known he would. Two fingers and then three, and then his mouth and his tongue. Someone sucked on his cock again, Jimin maybe since he wasn’t going as deep as V had been going. But they all resettled, mouths on his sweaty skin, fingers and hands touching between ribs and sensitive spots along his thighs. Each one had him sighing through his nose or moaning around Jin’s erection.
Held. Supported. Wanted. Needed. Taken.
Jungkook whimpered as his orgasm grew, as he stiffened and tried to thrust up into Jimin’s mouth and onto Namjoon’s fingers. He felt like he was floating, teetering just above madness, and then everything shifted again, jerking him from the comfort and the teasing pleasure.
He protested and got a harsh thrust into his hair for it, making his eyes water and his throat ache. He opened his eyes and tried his best to pout up at Jin.
Jin smiled and then Jungkook understood as his body was manipulated the way they wanted, still held up and supported, with Namjoon moving closer to the divan and lowering his hips, hands on his ass. Just the right angle.
Jungkook held his breath at the first touch of Namjoon’s wide cock against his entrance. He had been physically begging for it without even realizing it, and Namjoon lowered him down, his own body weight making him sink onto Namjoon’s dick. As soon as he settled, everyone paused for a collective breath, the only movement the clenching of Jungkook’s body around Namjoon’s length. And then there were two mouths on his dick, fingers tugging at his balls and Jin thrusting back into his throat. Jin had moved one foot to the floor because of the new angle, his hand on the back of the divan and the other cupping Jungkook’s chin to hold him at the right spot.
Jungkook ached, but the ache was nothing compared to the new pleasure. The teasing glimpse of need before was nothing compared the fire that danced on his skin, that coiled through his entire body and stiffened him up. Namjoon’s thrusts weren’t hard enough, not normally, but with the combined mouths and attentions of his five beautiful slaves, Jungkook’s pleasure tore through him too fast, too soon, and his scream was muffled as his cock lurched and the mouths continued to lick at him, through his pleasure and through his orgasm, and he only imagined the way his release painted the pretty lips and tongues of his two prettiest slaves.
He tried to sag in the aftermath of pleasure, but they didn’t let him, keeping his body on that high, in that space. It was too much and too sensitive and a touch to his cock had him shuddering and shooting another pulse of come to his stomach. He was vaguely aware of Namjoon’s stuttered thrusts, more aware of him being empty. He wanted to protest through more than a moan, but his body wouldn’t move, held in suspense by Jin’s body and cock down his throat. He wasn’t empty long, thankfully, Namjoon moving and giving the support to V instead. Jungkook knew it was V because while he didn’t feel quite as full, quite as stretched, he certainly felt like V was stabbing into his stomach, his longer cock reaching farther into him than any of his other lovers.
“Be good for our pretty V,” Jin murmured at him.
Jungkook tried to swallow and gagged. Jin pulled his cock just to Jungkook’s lips to let him relax again and then thrust back into his throat.
“Love your mouth,” Jin whispered. His hand trailed over his stretched lips and then down his chin and to his throat. He pressed down and moaned. “Love feeling you take me deep, love feeling you work at swallowing. You’re so good. So very good.”
Jungkook’s head went light, from the pressure or the praise, he was never really sure which one, but it was enough to have him shaking. And the position, the way his stomach was tense with his shoulders still on the couch and his lower body supported by V. Supported by them all. Vulnerable. Needy.
“Such a pretty cockwhore,” Jin moaned. “My cockwhore.”
Jungkook’s eyes shut and he moaned too. Jin never called him anything but “My Prince” unless they were like this. And then he was “My cockwhore.” Jungkook could not complain nor deny what was so obviously true.
“Our cockwhore,” Hobi said, pausing from the nipple abuse for the first time just to mutter those words into Jungkook’s ribs.
Jin chuckled. “Yes, our cockwhore. Our pretty little bunnywhore.”
V’s grip on his thighs suddenly tightened, and Jungkook moaned when he stopped moving. V never lasted long inside him the first time. Like Jungkook, he preferred to be taken. On another surface like the bed or the floor, V probably would have sat upon Jungkook’s cock while Namjoon had fucked him.
Jungkook relaxed, thinking they were going to release him, but they only shifted again, letting Jimin hold him up and thrust into him. The sound was dirty and obscene and had Jungkook flushing even brighter red as he was fucked through two loads of come.
“We really should be seeing to your guest,” Jin said. “He is a possible suitor.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide and he choked on Jin’s dick.
Jin chuckled. “Ah, should I have said that before?”
Jungkook tried to look menacing, but it was hard when Jin pressed down on his throat again and his eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure that twisted over his skin.
His thrusts sped up, his mouth tightening in concentration. Jungkook felt his cock swelling, felt his balls tightening up where they were pressed against his chin. A strangled moan from somewhere and the sudden stilling of his body showed that Jimin had come, but Jungkook did not have time to think on it as the first pulse of a heavy load of come was sliding into his mouth, choking him with the suddenness of it. He tried to swallow, but gagged when Jin pressed harder on his throat, and then his mouth was free, Jin’s dick slipping over his lips and more come splattering up and over Jungkook’s face.
He moaned, trying to swallow more to chase down the load stuck in his throat.
Jin kept teasing his lips, dipping the head into his mouth and then pulling it back to spread come over his cheeks.
“Our cockwhore is so pretty covered in come.”
Jungkook sank to the floor, no longer supported. Or supported in a different way. Two pairs of arms wrapped around him and lips touched and tongues licked at the mess on his face. Jin stepped away from him, his legs shaking, and Jungkook let the satisfied smirk spread over his face at that. Served him right for teasing.
“Suitor,” he prompted, his voice rough. He had to clear his throat.
Jin smiled down at him. “Yes, a suitor. I do believe you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
Jungkook smiled and then sighed and leaned against Hobi’s shoulder. He felt the mess the other three left inside him leaking from him as his body pulsed, still high from pleasure.
“Well, let’s get it over with.”
“I am sure he has worried for how long he’s been made to wait.”
“Well, he’s going to have to wait a bit longer. I’m not exactly presentable.”
Jin tilted his head to the side. “Since he is a suitor, then I do believe that you are presentable, My Prince.”
Jungkook lifted an eyebrow, meeting Jin’s gaze easily. The side of his mouth twitched. Jin knew who the man was, which meant that Jungkook knew who he was. If it was someone undesirable, Jin would never have even let him bother Jungkook on his day off let alone allow him to walk into his receiving room obviously blissed out of his mind from being fucked.
Jungkook curled into Hobi, lifting a leg and exposing his ass to the air again. Fingers slid over the curve and dipped into his body. Jungkook moaned.
“Perfectly presentable,” Jin whispered.
Jungkook’s head swam with those implications. There were only a few nobles who he would willingly drag into his bed. But he trusted Jin with his life and definitely with the idea of marriage. He wasn’t really sure why he needed to be married if he wasn’t going to inherit anything from his father anyway, but it was customary, expected. Jungkook sighed. He just wanted another orgasm.
“Help me up.”
It was V that took his hands and pulled him to his feet, too fast too soon, and he wobbled, his knees buckling and he faceplanted into V’s chest, rubbing against the soft fabric. He fought back a loopy smile and lost, curling his arms around V’s waist and trying to snuggle in closer. Other hands helped steady him, lips touching his shoulders and back. They always took any chance to kiss and touch him, and he loved them all for it. He stayed in their embrace for a moment, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“Sunshine, come on,” Jimin said, lips against his bare shoulder.
Jungkook took a deep breath and lifted his head. They were all either naked or mostly naked. V wore nothing more than a single layer of white fabric draped over his tall frame with open sleeves and a wide neck that fell off one shoulder. Namjoon had worn only a blue tunic that was currently bunched up along his side, showing off his heavy cock. Jimin was the most clothed wearing a pale pink tunic and pants that were mostly see through, and Hobi and Jin were both naked.
Jungkook leaned into V’s side and held out his hand for Hobi. Jin led the way from the main resting area to the receiving room.
Their guest had obviously been pacing, stopping and turning when the door opened. Jungkook watched his face, watched as his expression went from a scowl to shock to lust in about a moment. And then it settled on blank. Easily closed, emotions shut down.
Jin was right though. Jungkook was pleasantly surprised.
“Min Yoongi, welcome,” Jungkook said, smiling easily.
The man dropped to a knee and bowed. “My Lord.”
Jungkook smirked over at Jin, and for the first time felt a little hope dance in his chest. Most of the suitors that came for his hand in marriage thought him to be trivial because he was the second son and not in line to be king. But Min Yoongi knew of his duties and what he did within their kingdom. As one of the northern merchants, it would be difficult to not understand exactly how Jungkook helped control the trade and commerce within the kingdom. He met with all merchants twice a year, and only Min Yoongi ever seemed prepared for their meetings without trying to gain more time to pay taxes.
He was so talented, a musical genius that crafted his own instruments and wrote little songs that they sang even in the capital. Though that was mostly Jungkook, who took his songs with him and taught them to the children of the castle. Jungkook owned three instruments made by Min Yoongi: a flute, a guitar, and a piano, and he’d just commissioned a cello for his beautiful V, who loved the deep tones it produced.
And Min Yoongi was beautiful in a very simple way. Jungkook loved beauty. He had dark hair, cut just above his eys and ears, smooth pale skin and such a gorgeous smile. He saw it every now and then, but never as brightly and warm as the first time he had seen him and almost immediately fallen in love.
Min Yoongi wore what Jungkook would consider rags but were some of the finest clothing Min Yoongi owned. His pants were a thick brown linen, made for work and traveling within the colder snowy mountains of the north. His tunic was green, a color that made Jungkook think of the mountains and trees to the west, and the clear, deep, warm waters off the south coast. The tunic was patterned with vines in black stitching over the ends of the long sleeves and down the chest with a few bursts of flowers.
“Hobi, sit.” Jungkook demanded, only looking away from Min Yoongi when he went to sit in Hobi’s lap. The mess of the others’ release made sliding against Hobi’s erection easy, and then a few shifts had him sinking onto Jungkook with a messy squelch.
He shut his eyes with a sigh, uncaring when Hobi bit down on his shoulder to stop his heavy moan.
Min Yoongi swallowed roughly, his eyes following Jungkook’s movements as he shifted his tunic to also bare a shoulder and the nipple that Hobi had abused so thoroughly and continued to abuse with suddenly shaking fingers.
“Jin tells me that you are here as a suitor.”
Min Yoongi swallowed again. “Y-yes, M-my L-Lord.”
“You are far from the noble class of men that usually come to beg for my attentions.”
“My Prince,” Jin said carefully.
Jungkook smiled up at him.
Min Yoongi cleared his throat. “I am, My Lord. But I thought ... The rumors in the kingdom are that you have been unsatisfied with the nobles of our kingdom, so I thought perhaps I had a chance.”
“They aren’t rumors if they’re true. What exactly makes you different, Min Yoongi?”
His eyes shut and he tilted his head back.
Jungkook suddenly realized that the man had stayed on his knees. And he looked so good, pale throat arched in just the right way. His fingers were white, gripped in a fist as they lay against his thighs.
“If I may express an opinion, My Lord?”
Jungkook shifted, sighing as Hobi’s cock moved within him. He continued to move, sitting up and then leaning forward. He settled his hands on V’s shoulder for the support and used it to lift himself up and down on Hobi for just a moment. The dirty noise echoed through the silence around him. His cock throbbed. He’d only had the one orgasm, and then left wanting between the others. He looked up just in time to see Min Yoongi lick his lips again. He pushed up, sitting straight and then twisted around again. He leaned against Namjoon next to him and lifted a leg to drape it over V’s shoulder. V immediately rubbed his hand up and down Jungkook’s calf muscle and Namjoon’s fingers trailed over his exposed inner thigh, his wrist brushing over his erection in the most unsatisfying way.
“You may,” Jungkook finally said, not trying to stifle the breathiness of his voice.
“You are beautiful,” Min Yoongi almost whispered, “though I am sure that is why many men are here to demand your hand in marriage. Parading something beautiful around is every man’s dream and as a prince, they would have an added bonus, an added level of power and authority.”
“And how are you different?”
Min Yoongi met his eyes, and Jungkook held his breath. A soft hand swept over his stomach, under his tunic, keeping him from getting lost in them. Without that touch, he would have crawled over the ground and begged Min Yoongi for a kiss.
“They only see your beauty. They only see what you can give to them. They never see what they should be giving you.”
Intrigued, Jungkook asked, “And what exactly is it that you can give me, Min Yoongi.”
“I came here to assure you that I would give you the respect you deserve. You are more than beautiful, you are handsome, strong, talented, and smart. Those that only see your beauty see nothing of the work that you put into being a loyal and successful prince and leader. They see nothing of your intelligence, of your rigor, of your dedication to learn.” The blank look twisted into a smile and then a smirk. Jungkook certainly loved that little smirk. Min Yoongi’s eyes left his, his gaze traveling over the members of his harem. “Faced with this, I also hope to be able to give you orgasms.”
Jungkook laughed, surprised and more than happy with that answer. He looked up at Jin, an eyebrow raised.
Jin stared back at him and then slowly smiled. Approval. Perfect.
“Respect is something I need outside of my rooms,” Jungkook said, turning back to Min Yoongi. “Inside them ... well, you can see what happens inside them.” Jungkook tugged at his tunic and other hands helped him take it completely off. He leaned back against Hobi’s chest, splaying his legs over Hobi’s thighs. His body was spread open, for Min Yoongi to gaze at, and he did with wide eyes.
Jungkook shifted on his lap again, using a hand on Hobi’s hips to lift himself up and down on the cock. The noise was louder than before, just as messy. His own cock was still hard, already leaking for another release. He wondered if he still had come on his face. Probably.
“Come and give me orgasms, Min Yoongi.” He held out his hand.
Min Yoongi stared at him for only another brief moment and then moved closer, still on his knees. Just before his outstretched fingers touch Jungkook’s knee, Jin gripped his wrist tightly.
“Jin-ie, let him touch me,” Jungkook whined.
Jin stared at him, and Jungkook would have been even more turned on at the way Min Yoongi met his eyes without flinching. If you know, he wasn’t two minutes away from coming already, naked and taken and held against Hobi and Namjoon’s warm, hot, heated, sexy bodies.
Jin’s voice was low when he finally spoke. “We are in the service of our prince, not just because we have to be, but because we want to be. We do what we can to make him happy, spoil him, and do everything that he wishes. Jungkook-ah is a whiny child.”
“Jin!” Jungkook protested and tried to glare at those slaves who attempted to muffle their laughter.
Jin ignored him, though the smirk did widen. “Everything we do is for him. We obey him and we pleasure him.”
Min Yoongi swallowed. “My business is flourishing, my wealth is rising, and I am more than willing to give it all up to serve him, please him, respect him.”
Jungkook whined again. He noticed Jin’s little smirk and knew the bastard was doing this on purpose. He wanted Min Yoongi to touch him so Jin was doing what he could do to stop it.
“I already vowed that I would do those things.”
“Vows are for the wedding day. Prove it.” Jin almost flung his arm away from him and then leaned down to kiss Jungkook on the lips. Which was not fair, and distracted him from that first touch of different hands. When he became aware of it, when Jin let him up for breath, Yoongi was already stroking his bare thighs in a light touch, fingers teasing the sensitive insides, just brushing against his balls. He would never get that first touch back.
“Jin, I hate you,” Jungkook whimpered.
Jin chuckled. “Like I said,” he said and twisted Jungkook’s nipple, pulling a cry from him. “Whiny.”
“Beautiful,” Min Yoongi whispered, and Jungkook felt heat rise to his cheeks that had more to do with embarrassed glee than pleasure.
“I do believe you just made our cockwhore blush,” Jin said.
“Oh god,” Jungkook whispered. “Hate you so much.”
Their laughter faded into the pleasure. Their touches burned against his skin. Death was only an orgasm away, and Jungkook embraced the inevitable and let his lovers worship him.
---슈가꾹이---
Pining. That is what Yoongi had done for the last four years. Pined. Whined. Craved even the smallest glimpse of the beautiful, handsome, smart prince. Twice a year. On his rounds to all the merchants in their kingdom. Only in his dreams, only in his most desperate moments, had he ever entertained the possibility of actually touching him.
And there he was, between his spread legs, hands on the intimate and soft skin of his inner thighs, staring in pure awe at the way he was stretched around Hobi’s erection. The rim of his opening was an angry red, painted with obvious streaks of come, Hobi’s or one of the others, Yoongi did not know, or care. All he wanted was a taste.
So far, he had hid the shaking of his hands, the way his breath panted in short bursts from his mouth. Let them think he was turned on. Let them think it was lust. Let them think what they wanted, let them name this feeling whatever they wanted.
For Yoongi, it had always been love.
“What would you like to do first?”
The voice is distant, above him, rushing through the pounding of his ears. Yoongi looked up.
Jin. The first member of Jungkook’s harem. The one that took care of him, dressed him, held him, supported him.
Yoongi swallowed roughly. His answer meant approval or not. He decided to be honest. “A taste. I want a taste.”
A low whine from Jungkook had him glancing that way. His eyes zeroed in on the way Jungkook bit his lower lip, his body shivering.
“He does taste lovely,” Jin said.
Yoongi nodded and shuffled forward.
V, the third slave to join the harem, moved to the side. Jungkook’s leg stayed over his shoulder, hooked at the knee. His other was draped over Hobi’s leg. Jimin, his most recent slave, sat on the floor trailing a soft gentle touch over Jungkook’s ankle and up his calf.
Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Spread out for him to feast upon.
Maybe he fell off his horse on the way here and he was only in a sick painful dream?
Still in a cloud of love, Yoongi shuffled forward. His hands tightened on the sensitive insides of Jungkook’s thighs. There was a fading bruise there, like someone had sucked and bit and chewed on him. Yoongi wondered which one of them had done it. Which one of them had buried themselves between these strong thighs and turned this strong young man into a whimpering mess. Did they have fingers buried in him? Were they stroking his cock? Or did some of the others do those things so he only had to concentrate on making this perfect mark?
Yoongi kept his fingers against it, pressing a little hard, and swaying at the gentle moan that escaped from Jungkook’s throat. His muscles tightened under Yoongi’s hands. His hips lifted, showing Yoongi the length of the erection inside him, the gentle curve of Hobi. As Yoongi released the pressure, Jungkook sank back down, a little more come seeping from between red rim and hard cock. Hobi’s moan was lower than Jungkook’s, more drawn out as Jungkook continued to squirm on his lap.
Yoongi licked his lips and leaned forward. He used the grip on his thigh, fingers against that bruise, to support a little more of his weight.
A taste. By the gods. Everything smelled musky and like come, and the scent of citrus hit his nose almost stronger than the spunk. The next moan came from him. His mouth opened, jaw tight, tongue running over his own lips, and then against the warmth of Jungkook’s body. He stopped, mouth open tongue against skin, and just sat there for a moment to breath it all in. His inner thigh trembled under Yoongi’s tongue.
His name was whimpered. The only sound to register beyond the haze.
And ...
“Please. Yoongi, please. Please.”
Yoongi moaned and moved his mouth, tightening his grip on both thighs to spread him open a little more. There were more little bruises littering his ass, and Yoongi licked along the curve of his ass to get his mouth on them. To add his own red marks with little bites.
Jungkook keened, the noise high and tight, and lifted up and down on Hobi’s dick again. His entire body shifted, and Yoongi looked around. V was now on the couch, on their other side, and he had a hold of one of Jungkook’s knees. Namjoon had the other, stretching Jungkook out and forcing his hips to bend. A perfect view, a perfect angle. It took all of his core muscles to make himself move, but he did, his skin shimmering with sweat, strong muscles painted with the drying remains of someone else’s release.
Yoongi leaned forward again and this time licked around the stretched and reddened rim. Spunk and citrus. Yoongi now knew the most beautiful, most delicious scent and taste in the world. He worked his tongue along Hobi’s erection, up to where he was buried in Jungkook, and then around and around the stretched rim, licking at the come that continued to seep around their connection. He chased it deeper, trying to get his tongue into Jungkook’s body.
The moans were both Jungkook’s and Hobi’s now.
Yoongi chased the taste, but grew frustrated. He pressed a finger into Jungkook next to his tongue, above Hobi’s dick, pulling the rim up just enough to get another tongueful of come. He licked and fingerfucked him, his own moans muffled against sweaty wet dirty skin.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m ... shit ...”
Jungkook’s entrance was taken away from him, and Yoongi whined, mouth open and still seeking that taste. Hobi’s hands were on Jungkook’s ass, holding him at the right angle to fuck up into him, a quick pace, and Yoongi watched as his erection pulsed, the veins standing out and the twists of Jungkook’s hips pulling his release closer. Yoongi cupped Jungkook’s balls, lifting them up to get his mouth on that sensitive skin and then licked down, getting his tongue back inside Jungkook just as Hobi orgasmed. The spunk overpowered the citrus and Yoongi’s tongue was flooded with Hobi’s release. He pushed at Jungkook’s thighs, hard enough that Hobi slipped out of him and they both cried out, Hobi’s turning to a long moan as Yoongi swallowed his cock, sucking and swallowing the last few pulses of his release.
He barely noticed, not even caring, and then let Hobi go and went to Jungkook’s gaping hole, lapping around it and digging into it first with his tongue and then his fingers. Two and then three. He licked and sucked and swallowed until the citrus flavor was all he could taste.
Fingers slid into his hair, tightening in warning, and then yanking him up. Yoongi moaned, eyes shut and licked his lips, chasing the taste off of them. Another mouth joined and licked his lips, a tongue dipping into his mouth. He growled, upset at having to share. A soft chuckle permeated the lust in his head.
“You’re going to make our Prince come if you keep that up,” Jin said.
“Let me come,” Jungkook gasped.
Jin tsked at him, his finger trailing over Yoongi’s lips. “You know better than that, your highness.”
“If you can still form actual words then it’s way too soon to allow you to come,” Namjoon said and slid his hand down Jungkook’s leg to slide a finger inside him. “Nice and wet and all stretched out.”
“I think you should fuck him.”
Yoongi blinked twice before he realized that comment was for him. From Jimin. He made an embarrassed noise of consent.
“Stand,” Jin said and tugged on his hair.
Yoongi followed the order, swaying on his feet. Everything was light and airy and perfect.
“If you are married, you will be the consort to our prince,” Jin said, standing almost too close. Fingers danced up his chest, to where his tunic brushed over collarbones. “Which means our duties would extend to you.” He untangled the loose tie of the fabric and then pulled at the neck with one hand and at the bottom hem with the other. “It is our job to dress and undress you everyday.”
Another set of hands tugged at the laces of his boots.
“Lift,” Jin softly demanded, and Yoongi obeyed, his arms going above his head. Jin pulled the tunic off and passed it over to someone else. He smiled at Yoongi, hands running over his bare arms with an appreciative noise.
Yoongi blushed, wavering forward and into Jin’s shoulder, his arms curled between them in an effort to hide himself.
Jin chuckled and only moved his hands to Yoongi’s back in a loose hold while the other two (Jimin and Namjoon) continued to remove his clothes. He only knew he was naked when there was more than one set of hands on him, and a pair of lips dragging up the back of his thigh to his ass.
“Beautiful,” Namjoon said, the words more vibrations against his skin of his thigh.
Yoongi flushed a deeper red. Compared to the harem, and compared to Jungkook himself, Yoongi was nothing special. He was strong, but his muscles were lithe and built specifically for working with wood and crafting his instruments. He ran most days to keep himself healthy and knew how to use his dual axes and short swords to keep himself safe. But he focused on music, not on exercise.
A whine tore through the room, and he lifted his head from Jin’s shoulder to look at Jungkook. While he had been getting undressed, the others had moved places. Hobi sat on the floor, one of Jungkook’s legs in his arms, his mouth moving in soft kisses on his knee. And it was V now, sitting on the couch with Jungkook in his lap and his cock buried deep into his body. Jungkook’s dark skin was flushed, all of his muscles tense and he rolled his hips, not letting V slip from him, but not holding still either.
Hobi slid a finger up his inner thigh, leaving a trail of oil behind and into Jungkook’s body. He pressed into him, just above V’s entrance. A slow drag that pulled a huff of air from Jungkook. A second finger had their prince whimpering.
“I think you can fit in here,” Hobi said with a bright grin.
Jungkook moaned, eyes shutting, body sagging.
“It’s been awhile since we’ve allowed him to have two dicks at once, the greedy bastard,” Jin said. The harsh words were softened by a fond look shot in his direction. “What do you say?” Jin murmured, hands now on Yoongi’s cheek. He pressed a kiss to his lips. “Do you want to go stretch him wide, wreck him, make it so he can’t do more than beg for a dick for the rest of the day?”
Yoongi shivered. “Yes, yes, Please.”
“You don’t have to beg me,” Jin said, though his voice was sufficiently pleased by it. He put his hands on Yoongi’s bare hips and spun him around and gave him a little push. Yoongi staggered on his feet, regained his balance with hands on Hobi’s shoulder, and dropped to his knees in the next movement.
Jimin sat on the other side of him and did as Hobi was doing, holding open a leg and kissing at the warm skin of Jungkook’s thigh.
Yoongi swallowed, eyes focused on his hole once again. While he watched, Hobi removed his fingers and Jungkook’s entrance gaped for a moment before tightening around V’s dick. Yoongi wasn’t completely sure, but Jungkook wasn’t quite so stretched around V as he had been Hobi. He hadn’t really had the opportunity to notice what the harem members’ dicks looked like. But given the opportunity, he vowed to remedy that.
Yoongi let his hands steady him, but they landed on Jungkook’s sides, framing his hard dick in a V, just like Jungkook’s body was framed by an actual V. Yoongi smiled at the image and leaned down to lick at Jungkook’s leaking erection.
Jungkook whined, shifting his hips, trying to get his dick into Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi pulled away and shifted again. The angle wasn’t good for doing this on his knees, the couch wasn’t that low. But lifting himself up not only let his own hard cock slide against Jungkook’s body, but it also let their lips almost touch.
“May I kiss you, My Lord?” Yoongi whispered.
Jungkook whined again, lifting his head to join their lips. It was messy with too many tongues and teeth clacking and Yoongi pulled away after only a moment and shook his head. “You’re too far gone to even kiss properly.”
Jungkook nodded. “Fuck ... fuck me, then please. Fuck me.”
Yoongi settled back on his knees. He kept one hand on Jungkook’s dick, his grip loose, and he took the fingers of his other hand and slid them up the visible part of V’s erection. He pulled three of them together and pushed them into Jungkook’s slick entrance. They sank in almost too easily with a dirty squelch. Yoongi really wanted another taste. He pondered his options. If this was the only time with Jungkook, he wanted to play and tease and draw it out as long as possible. If it wasn’t, then he had time to do that later. When he glanced back at Jin, and saw the small smile on his face, he figured it was worth the chance.
He had a niggling question of how many of Jungkook’s suitors had seen him like this. He didn’t think that Jin would allow it ... not if the men had been disrespectful and rude.
Yoongi hoped he was an exception. He’d ask later, but for now, it was time to be exceptional.
“Such a pretty prince,” he said and pressed another kiss to the shaft of his erection. “All stretched out and ready.”
Jungkook’s garbled noise sounded something like, “Yes, please.”
Smiling, Yoongi readjusted, half standing with his knees pressed against the couch between Jungkook’s spread legs. It wasn’t perfect, but necessary for this angle. He lowered his cock and swiped it up V’s erection, drawing the deepest moan from the handsome slave.
“In ... In ... fuck ... inside ...”
Yoongi held himself firmly, pushing his hips forward. It was a tight fit, one that had his head spinning. And Jungkook groaning.
His cock pulsed and jerked with every little press Yoongi made into him, balls going tighter. A thick splatter of clear fluid shot from his cock and onto his stomach.
Yoongi froze, only the head of him inside Jungkook’s body, and gripped the base of Jungkook’s dick. “Not yet, not yet.”
Jungkook whined, the noise going even louder when Jimin leaned over and licked up the clear mess and sucked on the head of his dick for a moment.
Yoongi kept the grip on Jungkook’s cock, not really caring when it tightened as he pushed farther into him. By the gods, he should have had a grip on the base of his own dick. He moaned, falling forward. His hand landed on Jungkook’s chest. The strain in his back and thighs had him shaking. Or maybe that was the grip on his cock.
He moved his hips, not a thrust, just an adjustment that had him sinking a little deeper. All three of them moaned. Probably more of them, Yoongi wasn’t sure. Hands ran up his back, followed immediately by a mouth and teeth.
“Are you just going to sit there, Yoongi-yah?” Jin whispered and then bit down, sucking a chunk of his skin, right between neck and shoulder.
Yoongi moaned, head tilted back. Lips touched his neck and then his mouth and he was kissed. Much better than the one with Jungkook. Soft lips a delicate tongue. A very opposite feeling of being balls deep inside of a prince with another hard cock pressed tight against him.
“Move,” Jin demanded and gripped his hips, pulling him back.
Yoongi gasped and his hips jerked forward on their own.
Jin moved him again, and Yoongi sank into the tight wet paradise on his own, fueled by the grip and the slide and the pressure. Everything spiraled out of his control. His hips ground down in fast spurts, pausing for slow grinds that had Jungkook’s moan echoing around the loudest. More hands and more mouths attacked his back and his ass and his thighs. A slick finger pushed into him, spurring him on faster, thrusts going wild. What he thought were only Jungkook’s moans separated into his, a lower one. His knees ached where they pressed against the couch, but a sudden body behind him wouldn’t let him stop or stretch out.
Jin. It was Jin, holding him up and kissing his neck and whispering dirty things in his ear.
But only one that made sense.
Come, come inside him, fill him back up. You ate all our come out of him, and now you need to replace it.
Yoongi moaned, head bending forward, mouth open in a surprised ‘O’ at the sudden tightening around him. A hand sneaked around his hip, gripped Jungkook’s cock and jerked him off. Each stroke felt like it was on Yoongi’s cock, making Jungkook tighten even more.
V’s hips jerked up too, and it took a moment for Yoongi to realize that they were both fucking into him, not even trading places, stretching him open, forcing him to take them both over and over. He stared, watching them both move in and out of him, pulling and stretching the reddened rim. And then V was stilling for a moment, his hips stopping and his cock throbbing. He slipped a little and then thrust back in, his moan long and loud, and Yoongi felt the come on his own dick, slowing just a little to enjoy the sensation, the sudden extra slickness, the way his cock fucked into such a dirty hole.
“So dirty,” Yoongi whispered and slowed again, making Jungkook cry out in frustration.
Jin chuckled, mouth against Yoongi’s ear. “Come on, fuck him. I was about to make him come.”
Yoongi licked his lips and met Jungkook’s blown-wide eyes. “Already?”
Jin outright laughed and kissed his cheek. “I think we may have to keep you.”
“I’d like that,” Yoongi whispered, suddenly embarrassed.
Jin pressed another kiss to his cheek and said, “Come on. We’ll let him come and then we’ll talk.”
“After a bath,” V muttered.
“After a bath,” Jin conceded.
Jungkook whined and moved his hips, trying to get Yoongi to move. V slipped out of him, and Yoongi moaned at how long his dick was, still hard and covered with come. It bent up into the crease of thigh and ass, pulsing a few more drops of come that stuck to Jungkook’s sweaty skin.
Jin grabbed Yoongi’s hips and pressed him tight against Jungkook’s body. “Move.”
Yoongi moaned, eyes shutting, and obeyed, thrusting back into Jungkook. He felt a dick on his side, a firm erection that was slick and warm. He shifted just at the right time and the dick slipped between his cleft.
Jin swore, the noise muffled on his shoulder, but not enough that the other harem members missed it. They chuckled and praised Yoongi for getting Jin to say such a naughty, inappropriate word, which made Jin swear even more, and Yoongi smirked too, chest swelling of the obvious love between the harem. He hoped there was a place within them for him. The current situation notwithstanding, of course.
Jin pressed his forehead to Yoongi’s back. “If ... fuck, if there was ... fuck. Just make our pretty cockwhore come.”
Yoongi spread his knees a little more on the couch, wincing at the drag and the ache, but it wasn’t enough to stop him, and he sped back up, using a firm grip on Jungkook’s chest for balance.
The lust that had dwindled roared back into his ears and clambered around his skin. Another hand took Jungkook’s dick and everything tightened, twisted, and exploded. Yoongi lost sense of himself in the sudden clenching around his dick. He fucked into him roughly, surprised that he could even move in and out of the tightness surrounding him. And then he lost it, his orgasm streaking through him. Unable to stay up, he fell forward, burying his face and his heavy moans into Jungkook’s neck while his body spasmed and he emptied himself inside Jungkook’s body. His entire body was heaving with his deep breaths. He tried to control them, but Jungkook smelled amazing, and the heat from his skin was intoxicating.
A few moments later, splatters of warm come landed all over his back.
Yoongi froze, holding his breath, and then he was chuckling, trying to muffle the noise against Jungkook.
Jungkook tensed and then relaxed beneath him. There were hands in his hair, maybe V’s or Jimin’s or both.
“What are you laughing at?” Jungkook demanded. Or it would have been a demand if his voice wasn’t so hoarse.
“Just ... just ... this is incredible.” Yoongi lifted his head, meeting Jungkook’s dark pretty eyes. “Just waiting to wake up, that’s all.”
Jungkook smiled. “Waking up is always good when you have five slaves to pleasure you.”
Yoongi moaned, moved his tired body just enough to press another kiss to Jungkook’s lips. This one was a proper kiss, a soft touch opening for more after a heavy breath from both of them.
“If you two are quite done,” V said, “you’re both a little heavy.”
Jungkook winced and then smiled. “Sorry, V. Love being on top of you.”
“Love being inside you,” he returned and kissed Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jin helped Yoongi stand, come dripped down his back, and he had to wonder just how many of them had come all over him. It felt like too much for just one person.
“We definitely need a bath,” Hobi muttered.
It took a few moments for Jungkook to stand up, and a few more for the prince to be able to stagger through the room, held up by Namjoon.
“Come join us,” Jin said and kissed his shoulder.
Yoongi smiled and nodded. “I’d love that.”
---슈가꾹이---
Jungkook woke up slowly. His body was warm and pleasantly sore. He smiled to himself, thinking of first their bath together and then the long full-body massage Jimin had given him. The others had eaten, though Jungkook had been too tired to even try. A few pieces of fruit had been placed against his lips.
After another deep breath, he became aware of the soft touch on his back. He turned his head, looking at Min Yoongi through half-opened eyes.
“Feels nice,” he whispered.
Min Yoongi smiled. “You look nice.”
Jungkook’s smile widened. “So do you.”
Yoongi suddenly frowned.
“What?” Jungkook asked, turning so he was able to curl up against Yoongi, slide an arm under his thighs and press his face against this side.
Yoongi’s touches did not falter.
It was a few more moments before he said, “I ... I am honorbound to withdraw my intentions of being a suitor.”
Jungkook lifted his head and said, “Why?”
Yoongi looked away. “You deserve much better than me, a mere merchant. You deserve--”
Jungkook cut him off. “I deserve whatever I want.”
“Of course, My Lord.”
“Jungkook. Call me Jungkook.”
Yoongi cleared his throat again. “I am ... I am honored ... happy, that you have given me this day, let me touch you and kiss you, but ...”
“But nothing,” Jungkook almost growled. He crawled over Yoongi and pushed him down to the bed. He followed him down and then kissed him. A short, heavy, closed-mouth show of ownership. “I have not wanted a single man who has come here with their arrogance and greed and declared that I belong to them.”
“I just ... I am not of your rank or ...”
Jungkook smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, much softer. “As I’m sure you have noticed, I do not really care about rank, especially when it comes to how I get my orgasms.”
Yoongi tried to smile. “I do not deserve you.”
“Which makes you perfect for me. Please don’t leave. I want to marry you.”
“The king will not approve.”
The snort came from both Jungkook and Jin who watched them from the couch in Jungkook’s room.
“The king loves his second son, much more than the first.”
“Jin,” Jungkook admonished.
“Our Prince is given everything he has ever wanted, which is why he has five slaves in his harem. Soon to be six.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Yoongi isn’t a slave, Jin.”
“I am sure that he won’t mind being one after this morning.”
“Is he right?” Jungkook asked, running his hands over Yoongi’s smooth, lithe chest.
Yoongi nodded. “I would sell my soul to the gods of death if it meant that I could be yours.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Jungkook said, though his mouth spread in a wide smile. “Let me tell you something, Min Yoongi. When my father first decided that I was going to be in charge of trade to help my brother focus on our army and defense, I didn’t want to. The first trip I took with him around the merchant houses of our country was miserable. And then ... we stopped in the northern mountains after days of traveling on horseback through blizzards. And it was fucking cold and I had on three fur-lined coats. My father told me that I never had to go to the north if I didn’t want to. We had no problems with taxes and tithes from those in the north. I was happy about that. And then ...”
Jungkook shut his eyes. Remembering that day.
“Sunshine,” Jungkook whispered. “I saw sunshine. You hadn’t realized that we had arrived, and you were smiling at a woman. I remember being in awe of your beauty, and then angry because you were only wearing a light jacket and no gloves and I was freezing my balls off.”
“His exact words,” Jin said from the side.
Jungkook ignored him. “And then you turned and looked at us, and I couldn’t breathe. Your smile fell, replaced by a look that I have only seen since. You were the perfect host, even if you were no longer smiling. I vowed then and there that I’d do whatever I could to make you smile like that again.”
Yoongi’s fingers swiped over Jungkook’s hip bones. “I remember that day better than you,” he whispered. “It was the first time I had ever seen the sun ray of a god. You were cute, all bundled up with a scarf, but I could still see your eyes. I felt like I was drowning, I felt like there was a golden light upon you. And then I learned that you were the younger son, which meant you weren’t more than sixteen. And I cursed myself for my luck.”
Jungkook grinned. “I wasn’t. I celebrated my birthday the next day, and I celebrated it with my hand on my cock and my face buried in my pillows wishing you were touching me.”
“I walked in on that,” Jin said. “It was lovely.”
This time Jungkook shot him a scowl. “Shut up.”
“I’m helping!”
“You aren’t.”
Yoongi chuckled. “He really is. Now I wanted to know what you look like with your ass in the air fucking your own fingers.”
Jungkook moaned. “I do have the day off ...”
“You do,” Jin said.
Jungkook dropped down for another kiss. Yoongi wrapped his arms around him, and Jungkook sagged into his arms. It was so perfect, so comforting. It felt like Yoongi had been in his bed for years instead of just hours.
“Marry me, Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi’s arms tightened around him. “Yes. I ... I ... yes.”
“Fucking finally!” Jimin said from across the room. “Can the rest of us stop pretending we’re still sleeping and get a few orgasms, please?” He crawled toward their bed, with Namjoon, V and Hobi all lifting their heads, faces full of anticipation.
Jungkook bit his lip, trying to not to smile as he stared at Yoongi. “What do you say? Want more orgasms?”
“Almost more than I want to marry you.”
“Yah! Min Yoongi!”
“Hey, I said almost!”
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Pairing: Everyone/Jungkook, Suga/Jungkook
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Still just borrowing. I think they're out of my system and I might give them back. Well, except Suga. He's mine.
Summary: It's Jungkook's day off. With five pretty slaves, there's no question of what he's going to end up doing. Well, more like no question of what those five pretty slaves are going to end up doing: him. It's a fine plan until a not-so-unwanted suitor comes (ha!) calling. Let the marriage interview begin!
A/N: Okay. I think I have now written the 2 most needed BTS fics and my brain can shut up and I can finish that Harry Potter fic. Hopefully.
Jungkook fell onto his favorite divan, the one covered in the softest fabric of their kingdom, the one that cradled his head so well when one of his harem had his legs in the air and his body on the delicious edge of an orgasm.
He let himself sag into its soft cushions, cradling him and encouraging him to just relax. Let go. No stress.
As the second son of a wealthy kingdom, he did not really have a lot of stress, but just enough to appreciate his free days, and more than enough to appreciate his darling Jin who made sure that, at least once every two weeks, he had an entire day free of meetings and appearances and duties.
The divan moved and warmth pressed against his side just before lips touched his neck.
“My Sunshine.”
Jungkook smiled. Jimin.
Another body pressed against his side, smelling of pine and forests, and he didn’t even need the affectionate, “My Bunny,” to know it was Hobi.
“Been waiting for this all week,” another voice said at his feet, and hands slid up the back of his legs and under his short tunic to his bare thighs. Namjoon.
Strawberry-flavored lips pressed against his accompanied by the softest hands, the softest skin, against his cheek. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open and he lost his breath at V’s handsome face above him. How someone could be so handsome and yet so pretty and delicate at the same time still blew his mind.
“My Prince.”
With difficulty, Jungkook tore his gaze away from V’s captivating lips and attempted to focus on Jin. A lofty task considering Hobi’s hands sliding under his tunic, Namjoon’s mouth following his fingers along his inner thigh, and Jimin’s sweet kisses along his neck.
Jin stood tall and on display, just as Jungkook preferred, wearing only a loose pair of flowing, almost see-through red pants, belted with nothing more than a rope easily loosened just at the top of his hips. His bare chest and broad shoulders were visible for Jungkook to ogle, and he did, tracking the ridge around his pectorals, down his sternum to the hard lines of his stomach, and that tantalizing thatch of hair that disappeared under the folded-over material.
He licked his lips and held out his hand with a whimper.
Jin smiled and shook his head. “You have an unannounced visitor, My Prince.”
Jungkook pouted. “What?”
“Your schedule is clear for the day, as it should be, but he has just arrived with a request to speak with you. With his apologies, of course.”
Jungkook snorted. “Apologies.”
“What do you wish for me to tell him?”
“I wish for you to tell him nothing,” Jungkook said and held out his hand again. “He does not have an appointment, so he can wait until I am satisfied.”
A smile tugged at the corner of JIn’s mouth and then it turned into a cocky smirk. “Then I guess he will wait forever.”
Jungkook frowned and snapped his fingers. “Rude. Come. Now.”
Jin floated over to him. When he was in reach, Jungkook tugged on the braided rope. As he hoped, the rope fell easily from its knot and the silky red fabric cascaded to the floor, leaving his tall, handsome slave naked and almost completely erect. Gripping him tightly, Jungkook pulled Jin closer, uncaring that he almost forced Jimin away from his body. Nothing mattered when the warm tip of Jin’s erection pressed against his lips. He lapped at the tip, teasing the hole for a moment and then licking all around the head. Hands and mouths continued to tease his skin, leaving pinpricks of pain after small bites and pebbled flesh after long sucks and drawn out breaths.
He was putty in their hands and they all knew it. He was their master and their prince, and they all knew how to make him beg, how to turn him into their little slave, their come slut, their cockwhore.
“Baby,” Namjoon said, his voice a bit muffled since he was still under Jungkook’s tunic. There was a command buried in the endearment, a tug at his thighs and Jungkook relaxed, head tilted back, taking Jin farther down his throat, while Namjoon and V pulled him lower on the small couch. His ass hung off the edge, his knees hooked over Namjoon’s shoulders for support. Jimin moved the tunic, bunching it around his waist and exposing his cock to the cool air. It wasn’t cool long, almost engulfed too roughly by V. Another mouth closed around his balls and fingers prodded at his cleft.
Jungkook took a heavy breath through his nose and relaxed, letting his harem take care of him the way they did best. The loose fabric of his tunic was tugged over enough for Hobi to suck bruises into his chest and tease his nipple with teeth. Jimin moaned and copied his movements on the other side of him.
They teased him, drawing his orgasm closer to the edge. It was way too soon for him to be ready to come, but he had not had time the last two days to do more than collapse into his bed late into the night and rise from it too early in the morning.
When Namjoon shifted him higher, forcing his hips to bend and dislodging V, Jungkook moaned. Everything shifted and Jin straddled his face, hands gentle on his cheeks to hold his head in place while he rocked into his mouth. Namjoon licked at his cleft, spread him open with his hands and forced his legs wider with knees hooked at his shoulders. He licked at him, shoving his tongue into his body, followed by a finger, and then two fingers. The sting was almost too much, and Jungkook moaned around the dick in his mouth. He wanted to protest the third finger, but he had learned to trust his harem, and trust them he did. He opened his eyes, his vision blurry and his breathing ragged. All he saw was Jin, staring down at him, a smile on his face. His lips moved in words that Jungkook did not hear, but the tone was enough.
Praise.
So good, My Prince. Your mouth is so good.
Jungkook shook and tried to relax even more for them to use him.
Namjoon’s fingers suddenly slid into him without the sting. He’d brought oil, just as Jungkook had known he would. Two fingers and then three, and then his mouth and his tongue. Someone sucked on his cock again, Jimin maybe since he wasn’t going as deep as V had been going. But they all resettled, mouths on his sweaty skin, fingers and hands touching between ribs and sensitive spots along his thighs. Each one had him sighing through his nose or moaning around Jin’s erection.
Held. Supported. Wanted. Needed. Taken.
Jungkook whimpered as his orgasm grew, as he stiffened and tried to thrust up into Jimin’s mouth and onto Namjoon’s fingers. He felt like he was floating, teetering just above madness, and then everything shifted again, jerking him from the comfort and the teasing pleasure.
He protested and got a harsh thrust into his hair for it, making his eyes water and his throat ache. He opened his eyes and tried his best to pout up at Jin.
Jin smiled and then Jungkook understood as his body was manipulated the way they wanted, still held up and supported, with Namjoon moving closer to the divan and lowering his hips, hands on his ass. Just the right angle.
Jungkook held his breath at the first touch of Namjoon’s wide cock against his entrance. He had been physically begging for it without even realizing it, and Namjoon lowered him down, his own body weight making him sink onto Namjoon’s dick. As soon as he settled, everyone paused for a collective breath, the only movement the clenching of Jungkook’s body around Namjoon’s length. And then there were two mouths on his dick, fingers tugging at his balls and Jin thrusting back into his throat. Jin had moved one foot to the floor because of the new angle, his hand on the back of the divan and the other cupping Jungkook’s chin to hold him at the right spot.
Jungkook ached, but the ache was nothing compared to the new pleasure. The teasing glimpse of need before was nothing compared the fire that danced on his skin, that coiled through his entire body and stiffened him up. Namjoon’s thrusts weren’t hard enough, not normally, but with the combined mouths and attentions of his five beautiful slaves, Jungkook’s pleasure tore through him too fast, too soon, and his scream was muffled as his cock lurched and the mouths continued to lick at him, through his pleasure and through his orgasm, and he only imagined the way his release painted the pretty lips and tongues of his two prettiest slaves.
He tried to sag in the aftermath of pleasure, but they didn’t let him, keeping his body on that high, in that space. It was too much and too sensitive and a touch to his cock had him shuddering and shooting another pulse of come to his stomach. He was vaguely aware of Namjoon’s stuttered thrusts, more aware of him being empty. He wanted to protest through more than a moan, but his body wouldn’t move, held in suspense by Jin’s body and cock down his throat. He wasn’t empty long, thankfully, Namjoon moving and giving the support to V instead. Jungkook knew it was V because while he didn’t feel quite as full, quite as stretched, he certainly felt like V was stabbing into his stomach, his longer cock reaching farther into him than any of his other lovers.
“Be good for our pretty V,” Jin murmured at him.
Jungkook tried to swallow and gagged. Jin pulled his cock just to Jungkook’s lips to let him relax again and then thrust back into his throat.
“Love your mouth,” Jin whispered. His hand trailed over his stretched lips and then down his chin and to his throat. He pressed down and moaned. “Love feeling you take me deep, love feeling you work at swallowing. You’re so good. So very good.”
Jungkook’s head went light, from the pressure or the praise, he was never really sure which one, but it was enough to have him shaking. And the position, the way his stomach was tense with his shoulders still on the couch and his lower body supported by V. Supported by them all. Vulnerable. Needy.
“Such a pretty cockwhore,” Jin moaned. “My cockwhore.”
Jungkook’s eyes shut and he moaned too. Jin never called him anything but “My Prince” unless they were like this. And then he was “My cockwhore.” Jungkook could not complain nor deny what was so obviously true.
“Our cockwhore,” Hobi said, pausing from the nipple abuse for the first time just to mutter those words into Jungkook’s ribs.
Jin chuckled. “Yes, our cockwhore. Our pretty little bunnywhore.”
V’s grip on his thighs suddenly tightened, and Jungkook moaned when he stopped moving. V never lasted long inside him the first time. Like Jungkook, he preferred to be taken. On another surface like the bed or the floor, V probably would have sat upon Jungkook’s cock while Namjoon had fucked him.
Jungkook relaxed, thinking they were going to release him, but they only shifted again, letting Jimin hold him up and thrust into him. The sound was dirty and obscene and had Jungkook flushing even brighter red as he was fucked through two loads of come.
“We really should be seeing to your guest,” Jin said. “He is a possible suitor.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide and he choked on Jin’s dick.
Jin chuckled. “Ah, should I have said that before?”
Jungkook tried to look menacing, but it was hard when Jin pressed down on his throat again and his eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure that twisted over his skin.
His thrusts sped up, his mouth tightening in concentration. Jungkook felt his cock swelling, felt his balls tightening up where they were pressed against his chin. A strangled moan from somewhere and the sudden stilling of his body showed that Jimin had come, but Jungkook did not have time to think on it as the first pulse of a heavy load of come was sliding into his mouth, choking him with the suddenness of it. He tried to swallow, but gagged when Jin pressed harder on his throat, and then his mouth was free, Jin’s dick slipping over his lips and more come splattering up and over Jungkook’s face.
He moaned, trying to swallow more to chase down the load stuck in his throat.
Jin kept teasing his lips, dipping the head into his mouth and then pulling it back to spread come over his cheeks.
“Our cockwhore is so pretty covered in come.”
Jungkook sank to the floor, no longer supported. Or supported in a different way. Two pairs of arms wrapped around him and lips touched and tongues licked at the mess on his face. Jin stepped away from him, his legs shaking, and Jungkook let the satisfied smirk spread over his face at that. Served him right for teasing.
“Suitor,” he prompted, his voice rough. He had to clear his throat.
Jin smiled down at him. “Yes, a suitor. I do believe you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
Jungkook smiled and then sighed and leaned against Hobi’s shoulder. He felt the mess the other three left inside him leaking from him as his body pulsed, still high from pleasure.
“Well, let’s get it over with.”
“I am sure he has worried for how long he’s been made to wait.”
“Well, he’s going to have to wait a bit longer. I’m not exactly presentable.”
Jin tilted his head to the side. “Since he is a suitor, then I do believe that you are presentable, My Prince.”
Jungkook lifted an eyebrow, meeting Jin’s gaze easily. The side of his mouth twitched. Jin knew who the man was, which meant that Jungkook knew who he was. If it was someone undesirable, Jin would never have even let him bother Jungkook on his day off let alone allow him to walk into his receiving room obviously blissed out of his mind from being fucked.
Jungkook curled into Hobi, lifting a leg and exposing his ass to the air again. Fingers slid over the curve and dipped into his body. Jungkook moaned.
“Perfectly presentable,” Jin whispered.
Jungkook’s head swam with those implications. There were only a few nobles who he would willingly drag into his bed. But he trusted Jin with his life and definitely with the idea of marriage. He wasn’t really sure why he needed to be married if he wasn’t going to inherit anything from his father anyway, but it was customary, expected. Jungkook sighed. He just wanted another orgasm.
“Help me up.”
It was V that took his hands and pulled him to his feet, too fast too soon, and he wobbled, his knees buckling and he faceplanted into V’s chest, rubbing against the soft fabric. He fought back a loopy smile and lost, curling his arms around V’s waist and trying to snuggle in closer. Other hands helped steady him, lips touching his shoulders and back. They always took any chance to kiss and touch him, and he loved them all for it. He stayed in their embrace for a moment, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“Sunshine, come on,” Jimin said, lips against his bare shoulder.
Jungkook took a deep breath and lifted his head. They were all either naked or mostly naked. V wore nothing more than a single layer of white fabric draped over his tall frame with open sleeves and a wide neck that fell off one shoulder. Namjoon had worn only a blue tunic that was currently bunched up along his side, showing off his heavy cock. Jimin was the most clothed wearing a pale pink tunic and pants that were mostly see through, and Hobi and Jin were both naked.
Jungkook leaned into V’s side and held out his hand for Hobi. Jin led the way from the main resting area to the receiving room.
Their guest had obviously been pacing, stopping and turning when the door opened. Jungkook watched his face, watched as his expression went from a scowl to shock to lust in about a moment. And then it settled on blank. Easily closed, emotions shut down.
Jin was right though. Jungkook was pleasantly surprised.
“Min Yoongi, welcome,” Jungkook said, smiling easily.
The man dropped to a knee and bowed. “My Lord.”
Jungkook smirked over at Jin, and for the first time felt a little hope dance in his chest. Most of the suitors that came for his hand in marriage thought him to be trivial because he was the second son and not in line to be king. But Min Yoongi knew of his duties and what he did within their kingdom. As one of the northern merchants, it would be difficult to not understand exactly how Jungkook helped control the trade and commerce within the kingdom. He met with all merchants twice a year, and only Min Yoongi ever seemed prepared for their meetings without trying to gain more time to pay taxes.
He was so talented, a musical genius that crafted his own instruments and wrote little songs that they sang even in the capital. Though that was mostly Jungkook, who took his songs with him and taught them to the children of the castle. Jungkook owned three instruments made by Min Yoongi: a flute, a guitar, and a piano, and he’d just commissioned a cello for his beautiful V, who loved the deep tones it produced.
And Min Yoongi was beautiful in a very simple way. Jungkook loved beauty. He had dark hair, cut just above his eys and ears, smooth pale skin and such a gorgeous smile. He saw it every now and then, but never as brightly and warm as the first time he had seen him and almost immediately fallen in love.
Min Yoongi wore what Jungkook would consider rags but were some of the finest clothing Min Yoongi owned. His pants were a thick brown linen, made for work and traveling within the colder snowy mountains of the north. His tunic was green, a color that made Jungkook think of the mountains and trees to the west, and the clear, deep, warm waters off the south coast. The tunic was patterned with vines in black stitching over the ends of the long sleeves and down the chest with a few bursts of flowers.
“Hobi, sit.” Jungkook demanded, only looking away from Min Yoongi when he went to sit in Hobi’s lap. The mess of the others’ release made sliding against Hobi’s erection easy, and then a few shifts had him sinking onto Jungkook with a messy squelch.
He shut his eyes with a sigh, uncaring when Hobi bit down on his shoulder to stop his heavy moan.
Min Yoongi swallowed roughly, his eyes following Jungkook’s movements as he shifted his tunic to also bare a shoulder and the nipple that Hobi had abused so thoroughly and continued to abuse with suddenly shaking fingers.
“Jin tells me that you are here as a suitor.”
Min Yoongi swallowed again. “Y-yes, M-my L-Lord.”
“You are far from the noble class of men that usually come to beg for my attentions.”
“My Prince,” Jin said carefully.
Jungkook smiled up at him.
Min Yoongi cleared his throat. “I am, My Lord. But I thought ... The rumors in the kingdom are that you have been unsatisfied with the nobles of our kingdom, so I thought perhaps I had a chance.”
“They aren’t rumors if they’re true. What exactly makes you different, Min Yoongi?”
His eyes shut and he tilted his head back.
Jungkook suddenly realized that the man had stayed on his knees. And he looked so good, pale throat arched in just the right way. His fingers were white, gripped in a fist as they lay against his thighs.
“If I may express an opinion, My Lord?”
Jungkook shifted, sighing as Hobi’s cock moved within him. He continued to move, sitting up and then leaning forward. He settled his hands on V’s shoulder for the support and used it to lift himself up and down on Hobi for just a moment. The dirty noise echoed through the silence around him. His cock throbbed. He’d only had the one orgasm, and then left wanting between the others. He looked up just in time to see Min Yoongi lick his lips again. He pushed up, sitting straight and then twisted around again. He leaned against Namjoon next to him and lifted a leg to drape it over V’s shoulder. V immediately rubbed his hand up and down Jungkook’s calf muscle and Namjoon’s fingers trailed over his exposed inner thigh, his wrist brushing over his erection in the most unsatisfying way.
“You may,” Jungkook finally said, not trying to stifle the breathiness of his voice.
“You are beautiful,” Min Yoongi almost whispered, “though I am sure that is why many men are here to demand your hand in marriage. Parading something beautiful around is every man’s dream and as a prince, they would have an added bonus, an added level of power and authority.”
“And how are you different?”
Min Yoongi met his eyes, and Jungkook held his breath. A soft hand swept over his stomach, under his tunic, keeping him from getting lost in them. Without that touch, he would have crawled over the ground and begged Min Yoongi for a kiss.
“They only see your beauty. They only see what you can give to them. They never see what they should be giving you.”
Intrigued, Jungkook asked, “And what exactly is it that you can give me, Min Yoongi.”
“I came here to assure you that I would give you the respect you deserve. You are more than beautiful, you are handsome, strong, talented, and smart. Those that only see your beauty see nothing of the work that you put into being a loyal and successful prince and leader. They see nothing of your intelligence, of your rigor, of your dedication to learn.” The blank look twisted into a smile and then a smirk. Jungkook certainly loved that little smirk. Min Yoongi’s eyes left his, his gaze traveling over the members of his harem. “Faced with this, I also hope to be able to give you orgasms.”
Jungkook laughed, surprised and more than happy with that answer. He looked up at Jin, an eyebrow raised.
Jin stared back at him and then slowly smiled. Approval. Perfect.
“Respect is something I need outside of my rooms,” Jungkook said, turning back to Min Yoongi. “Inside them ... well, you can see what happens inside them.” Jungkook tugged at his tunic and other hands helped him take it completely off. He leaned back against Hobi’s chest, splaying his legs over Hobi’s thighs. His body was spread open, for Min Yoongi to gaze at, and he did with wide eyes.
Jungkook shifted on his lap again, using a hand on Hobi’s hips to lift himself up and down on the cock. The noise was louder than before, just as messy. His own cock was still hard, already leaking for another release. He wondered if he still had come on his face. Probably.
“Come and give me orgasms, Min Yoongi.” He held out his hand.
Min Yoongi stared at him for only another brief moment and then moved closer, still on his knees. Just before his outstretched fingers touch Jungkook’s knee, Jin gripped his wrist tightly.
“Jin-ie, let him touch me,” Jungkook whined.
Jin stared at him, and Jungkook would have been even more turned on at the way Min Yoongi met his eyes without flinching. If you know, he wasn’t two minutes away from coming already, naked and taken and held against Hobi and Namjoon’s warm, hot, heated, sexy bodies.
Jin’s voice was low when he finally spoke. “We are in the service of our prince, not just because we have to be, but because we want to be. We do what we can to make him happy, spoil him, and do everything that he wishes. Jungkook-ah is a whiny child.”
“Jin!” Jungkook protested and tried to glare at those slaves who attempted to muffle their laughter.
Jin ignored him, though the smirk did widen. “Everything we do is for him. We obey him and we pleasure him.”
Min Yoongi swallowed. “My business is flourishing, my wealth is rising, and I am more than willing to give it all up to serve him, please him, respect him.”
Jungkook whined again. He noticed Jin’s little smirk and knew the bastard was doing this on purpose. He wanted Min Yoongi to touch him so Jin was doing what he could do to stop it.
“I already vowed that I would do those things.”
“Vows are for the wedding day. Prove it.” Jin almost flung his arm away from him and then leaned down to kiss Jungkook on the lips. Which was not fair, and distracted him from that first touch of different hands. When he became aware of it, when Jin let him up for breath, Yoongi was already stroking his bare thighs in a light touch, fingers teasing the sensitive insides, just brushing against his balls. He would never get that first touch back.
“Jin, I hate you,” Jungkook whimpered.
Jin chuckled. “Like I said,” he said and twisted Jungkook’s nipple, pulling a cry from him. “Whiny.”
“Beautiful,” Min Yoongi whispered, and Jungkook felt heat rise to his cheeks that had more to do with embarrassed glee than pleasure.
“I do believe you just made our cockwhore blush,” Jin said.
“Oh god,” Jungkook whispered. “Hate you so much.”
Their laughter faded into the pleasure. Their touches burned against his skin. Death was only an orgasm away, and Jungkook embraced the inevitable and let his lovers worship him.
---슈가꾹이---
Pining. That is what Yoongi had done for the last four years. Pined. Whined. Craved even the smallest glimpse of the beautiful, handsome, smart prince. Twice a year. On his rounds to all the merchants in their kingdom. Only in his dreams, only in his most desperate moments, had he ever entertained the possibility of actually touching him.
And there he was, between his spread legs, hands on the intimate and soft skin of his inner thighs, staring in pure awe at the way he was stretched around Hobi’s erection. The rim of his opening was an angry red, painted with obvious streaks of come, Hobi’s or one of the others, Yoongi did not know, or care. All he wanted was a taste.
So far, he had hid the shaking of his hands, the way his breath panted in short bursts from his mouth. Let them think he was turned on. Let them think it was lust. Let them think what they wanted, let them name this feeling whatever they wanted.
For Yoongi, it had always been love.
“What would you like to do first?”
The voice is distant, above him, rushing through the pounding of his ears. Yoongi looked up.
Jin. The first member of Jungkook’s harem. The one that took care of him, dressed him, held him, supported him.
Yoongi swallowed roughly. His answer meant approval or not. He decided to be honest. “A taste. I want a taste.”
A low whine from Jungkook had him glancing that way. His eyes zeroed in on the way Jungkook bit his lower lip, his body shivering.
“He does taste lovely,” Jin said.
Yoongi nodded and shuffled forward.
V, the third slave to join the harem, moved to the side. Jungkook’s leg stayed over his shoulder, hooked at the knee. His other was draped over Hobi’s leg. Jimin, his most recent slave, sat on the floor trailing a soft gentle touch over Jungkook’s ankle and up his calf.
Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Spread out for him to feast upon.
Maybe he fell off his horse on the way here and he was only in a sick painful dream?
Still in a cloud of love, Yoongi shuffled forward. His hands tightened on the sensitive insides of Jungkook’s thighs. There was a fading bruise there, like someone had sucked and bit and chewed on him. Yoongi wondered which one of them had done it. Which one of them had buried themselves between these strong thighs and turned this strong young man into a whimpering mess. Did they have fingers buried in him? Were they stroking his cock? Or did some of the others do those things so he only had to concentrate on making this perfect mark?
Yoongi kept his fingers against it, pressing a little hard, and swaying at the gentle moan that escaped from Jungkook’s throat. His muscles tightened under Yoongi’s hands. His hips lifted, showing Yoongi the length of the erection inside him, the gentle curve of Hobi. As Yoongi released the pressure, Jungkook sank back down, a little more come seeping from between red rim and hard cock. Hobi’s moan was lower than Jungkook’s, more drawn out as Jungkook continued to squirm on his lap.
Yoongi licked his lips and leaned forward. He used the grip on his thigh, fingers against that bruise, to support a little more of his weight.
A taste. By the gods. Everything smelled musky and like come, and the scent of citrus hit his nose almost stronger than the spunk. The next moan came from him. His mouth opened, jaw tight, tongue running over his own lips, and then against the warmth of Jungkook’s body. He stopped, mouth open tongue against skin, and just sat there for a moment to breath it all in. His inner thigh trembled under Yoongi’s tongue.
His name was whimpered. The only sound to register beyond the haze.
And ...
“Please. Yoongi, please. Please.”
Yoongi moaned and moved his mouth, tightening his grip on both thighs to spread him open a little more. There were more little bruises littering his ass, and Yoongi licked along the curve of his ass to get his mouth on them. To add his own red marks with little bites.
Jungkook keened, the noise high and tight, and lifted up and down on Hobi’s dick again. His entire body shifted, and Yoongi looked around. V was now on the couch, on their other side, and he had a hold of one of Jungkook’s knees. Namjoon had the other, stretching Jungkook out and forcing his hips to bend. A perfect view, a perfect angle. It took all of his core muscles to make himself move, but he did, his skin shimmering with sweat, strong muscles painted with the drying remains of someone else’s release.
Yoongi leaned forward again and this time licked around the stretched and reddened rim. Spunk and citrus. Yoongi now knew the most beautiful, most delicious scent and taste in the world. He worked his tongue along Hobi’s erection, up to where he was buried in Jungkook, and then around and around the stretched rim, licking at the come that continued to seep around their connection. He chased it deeper, trying to get his tongue into Jungkook’s body.
The moans were both Jungkook’s and Hobi’s now.
Yoongi chased the taste, but grew frustrated. He pressed a finger into Jungkook next to his tongue, above Hobi’s dick, pulling the rim up just enough to get another tongueful of come. He licked and fingerfucked him, his own moans muffled against sweaty wet dirty skin.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m ... shit ...”
Jungkook’s entrance was taken away from him, and Yoongi whined, mouth open and still seeking that taste. Hobi’s hands were on Jungkook’s ass, holding him at the right angle to fuck up into him, a quick pace, and Yoongi watched as his erection pulsed, the veins standing out and the twists of Jungkook’s hips pulling his release closer. Yoongi cupped Jungkook’s balls, lifting them up to get his mouth on that sensitive skin and then licked down, getting his tongue back inside Jungkook just as Hobi orgasmed. The spunk overpowered the citrus and Yoongi’s tongue was flooded with Hobi’s release. He pushed at Jungkook’s thighs, hard enough that Hobi slipped out of him and they both cried out, Hobi’s turning to a long moan as Yoongi swallowed his cock, sucking and swallowing the last few pulses of his release.
He barely noticed, not even caring, and then let Hobi go and went to Jungkook’s gaping hole, lapping around it and digging into it first with his tongue and then his fingers. Two and then three. He licked and sucked and swallowed until the citrus flavor was all he could taste.
Fingers slid into his hair, tightening in warning, and then yanking him up. Yoongi moaned, eyes shut and licked his lips, chasing the taste off of them. Another mouth joined and licked his lips, a tongue dipping into his mouth. He growled, upset at having to share. A soft chuckle permeated the lust in his head.
“You’re going to make our Prince come if you keep that up,” Jin said.
“Let me come,” Jungkook gasped.
Jin tsked at him, his finger trailing over Yoongi’s lips. “You know better than that, your highness.”
“If you can still form actual words then it’s way too soon to allow you to come,” Namjoon said and slid his hand down Jungkook’s leg to slide a finger inside him. “Nice and wet and all stretched out.”
“I think you should fuck him.”
Yoongi blinked twice before he realized that comment was for him. From Jimin. He made an embarrassed noise of consent.
“Stand,” Jin said and tugged on his hair.
Yoongi followed the order, swaying on his feet. Everything was light and airy and perfect.
“If you are married, you will be the consort to our prince,” Jin said, standing almost too close. Fingers danced up his chest, to where his tunic brushed over collarbones. “Which means our duties would extend to you.” He untangled the loose tie of the fabric and then pulled at the neck with one hand and at the bottom hem with the other. “It is our job to dress and undress you everyday.”
Another set of hands tugged at the laces of his boots.
“Lift,” Jin softly demanded, and Yoongi obeyed, his arms going above his head. Jin pulled the tunic off and passed it over to someone else. He smiled at Yoongi, hands running over his bare arms with an appreciative noise.
Yoongi blushed, wavering forward and into Jin’s shoulder, his arms curled between them in an effort to hide himself.
Jin chuckled and only moved his hands to Yoongi’s back in a loose hold while the other two (Jimin and Namjoon) continued to remove his clothes. He only knew he was naked when there was more than one set of hands on him, and a pair of lips dragging up the back of his thigh to his ass.
“Beautiful,” Namjoon said, the words more vibrations against his skin of his thigh.
Yoongi flushed a deeper red. Compared to the harem, and compared to Jungkook himself, Yoongi was nothing special. He was strong, but his muscles were lithe and built specifically for working with wood and crafting his instruments. He ran most days to keep himself healthy and knew how to use his dual axes and short swords to keep himself safe. But he focused on music, not on exercise.
A whine tore through the room, and he lifted his head from Jin’s shoulder to look at Jungkook. While he had been getting undressed, the others had moved places. Hobi sat on the floor, one of Jungkook’s legs in his arms, his mouth moving in soft kisses on his knee. And it was V now, sitting on the couch with Jungkook in his lap and his cock buried deep into his body. Jungkook’s dark skin was flushed, all of his muscles tense and he rolled his hips, not letting V slip from him, but not holding still either.
Hobi slid a finger up his inner thigh, leaving a trail of oil behind and into Jungkook’s body. He pressed into him, just above V’s entrance. A slow drag that pulled a huff of air from Jungkook. A second finger had their prince whimpering.
“I think you can fit in here,” Hobi said with a bright grin.
Jungkook moaned, eyes shutting, body sagging.
“It’s been awhile since we’ve allowed him to have two dicks at once, the greedy bastard,” Jin said. The harsh words were softened by a fond look shot in his direction. “What do you say?” Jin murmured, hands now on Yoongi’s cheek. He pressed a kiss to his lips. “Do you want to go stretch him wide, wreck him, make it so he can’t do more than beg for a dick for the rest of the day?”
Yoongi shivered. “Yes, yes, Please.”
“You don’t have to beg me,” Jin said, though his voice was sufficiently pleased by it. He put his hands on Yoongi’s bare hips and spun him around and gave him a little push. Yoongi staggered on his feet, regained his balance with hands on Hobi’s shoulder, and dropped to his knees in the next movement.
Jimin sat on the other side of him and did as Hobi was doing, holding open a leg and kissing at the warm skin of Jungkook’s thigh.
Yoongi swallowed, eyes focused on his hole once again. While he watched, Hobi removed his fingers and Jungkook’s entrance gaped for a moment before tightening around V’s dick. Yoongi wasn’t completely sure, but Jungkook wasn’t quite so stretched around V as he had been Hobi. He hadn’t really had the opportunity to notice what the harem members’ dicks looked like. But given the opportunity, he vowed to remedy that.
Yoongi let his hands steady him, but they landed on Jungkook’s sides, framing his hard dick in a V, just like Jungkook’s body was framed by an actual V. Yoongi smiled at the image and leaned down to lick at Jungkook’s leaking erection.
Jungkook whined, shifting his hips, trying to get his dick into Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi pulled away and shifted again. The angle wasn’t good for doing this on his knees, the couch wasn’t that low. But lifting himself up not only let his own hard cock slide against Jungkook’s body, but it also let their lips almost touch.
“May I kiss you, My Lord?” Yoongi whispered.
Jungkook whined again, lifting his head to join their lips. It was messy with too many tongues and teeth clacking and Yoongi pulled away after only a moment and shook his head. “You’re too far gone to even kiss properly.”
Jungkook nodded. “Fuck ... fuck me, then please. Fuck me.”
Yoongi settled back on his knees. He kept one hand on Jungkook’s dick, his grip loose, and he took the fingers of his other hand and slid them up the visible part of V’s erection. He pulled three of them together and pushed them into Jungkook’s slick entrance. They sank in almost too easily with a dirty squelch. Yoongi really wanted another taste. He pondered his options. If this was the only time with Jungkook, he wanted to play and tease and draw it out as long as possible. If it wasn’t, then he had time to do that later. When he glanced back at Jin, and saw the small smile on his face, he figured it was worth the chance.
He had a niggling question of how many of Jungkook’s suitors had seen him like this. He didn’t think that Jin would allow it ... not if the men had been disrespectful and rude.
Yoongi hoped he was an exception. He’d ask later, but for now, it was time to be exceptional.
“Such a pretty prince,” he said and pressed another kiss to the shaft of his erection. “All stretched out and ready.”
Jungkook’s garbled noise sounded something like, “Yes, please.”
Smiling, Yoongi readjusted, half standing with his knees pressed against the couch between Jungkook’s spread legs. It wasn’t perfect, but necessary for this angle. He lowered his cock and swiped it up V’s erection, drawing the deepest moan from the handsome slave.
“In ... In ... fuck ... inside ...”
Yoongi held himself firmly, pushing his hips forward. It was a tight fit, one that had his head spinning. And Jungkook groaning.
His cock pulsed and jerked with every little press Yoongi made into him, balls going tighter. A thick splatter of clear fluid shot from his cock and onto his stomach.
Yoongi froze, only the head of him inside Jungkook’s body, and gripped the base of Jungkook’s dick. “Not yet, not yet.”
Jungkook whined, the noise going even louder when Jimin leaned over and licked up the clear mess and sucked on the head of his dick for a moment.
Yoongi kept the grip on Jungkook’s cock, not really caring when it tightened as he pushed farther into him. By the gods, he should have had a grip on the base of his own dick. He moaned, falling forward. His hand landed on Jungkook’s chest. The strain in his back and thighs had him shaking. Or maybe that was the grip on his cock.
He moved his hips, not a thrust, just an adjustment that had him sinking a little deeper. All three of them moaned. Probably more of them, Yoongi wasn’t sure. Hands ran up his back, followed immediately by a mouth and teeth.
“Are you just going to sit there, Yoongi-yah?” Jin whispered and then bit down, sucking a chunk of his skin, right between neck and shoulder.
Yoongi moaned, head tilted back. Lips touched his neck and then his mouth and he was kissed. Much better than the one with Jungkook. Soft lips a delicate tongue. A very opposite feeling of being balls deep inside of a prince with another hard cock pressed tight against him.
“Move,” Jin demanded and gripped his hips, pulling him back.
Yoongi gasped and his hips jerked forward on their own.
Jin moved him again, and Yoongi sank into the tight wet paradise on his own, fueled by the grip and the slide and the pressure. Everything spiraled out of his control. His hips ground down in fast spurts, pausing for slow grinds that had Jungkook’s moan echoing around the loudest. More hands and more mouths attacked his back and his ass and his thighs. A slick finger pushed into him, spurring him on faster, thrusts going wild. What he thought were only Jungkook’s moans separated into his, a lower one. His knees ached where they pressed against the couch, but a sudden body behind him wouldn’t let him stop or stretch out.
Jin. It was Jin, holding him up and kissing his neck and whispering dirty things in his ear.
But only one that made sense.
Come, come inside him, fill him back up. You ate all our come out of him, and now you need to replace it.
Yoongi moaned, head bending forward, mouth open in a surprised ‘O’ at the sudden tightening around him. A hand sneaked around his hip, gripped Jungkook’s cock and jerked him off. Each stroke felt like it was on Yoongi’s cock, making Jungkook tighten even more.
V’s hips jerked up too, and it took a moment for Yoongi to realize that they were both fucking into him, not even trading places, stretching him open, forcing him to take them both over and over. He stared, watching them both move in and out of him, pulling and stretching the reddened rim. And then V was stilling for a moment, his hips stopping and his cock throbbing. He slipped a little and then thrust back in, his moan long and loud, and Yoongi felt the come on his own dick, slowing just a little to enjoy the sensation, the sudden extra slickness, the way his cock fucked into such a dirty hole.
“So dirty,” Yoongi whispered and slowed again, making Jungkook cry out in frustration.
Jin chuckled, mouth against Yoongi’s ear. “Come on, fuck him. I was about to make him come.”
Yoongi licked his lips and met Jungkook’s blown-wide eyes. “Already?”
Jin outright laughed and kissed his cheek. “I think we may have to keep you.”
“I’d like that,” Yoongi whispered, suddenly embarrassed.
Jin pressed another kiss to his cheek and said, “Come on. We’ll let him come and then we’ll talk.”
“After a bath,” V muttered.
“After a bath,” Jin conceded.
Jungkook whined and moved his hips, trying to get Yoongi to move. V slipped out of him, and Yoongi moaned at how long his dick was, still hard and covered with come. It bent up into the crease of thigh and ass, pulsing a few more drops of come that stuck to Jungkook’s sweaty skin.
Jin grabbed Yoongi’s hips and pressed him tight against Jungkook’s body. “Move.”
Yoongi moaned, eyes shutting, and obeyed, thrusting back into Jungkook. He felt a dick on his side, a firm erection that was slick and warm. He shifted just at the right time and the dick slipped between his cleft.
Jin swore, the noise muffled on his shoulder, but not enough that the other harem members missed it. They chuckled and praised Yoongi for getting Jin to say such a naughty, inappropriate word, which made Jin swear even more, and Yoongi smirked too, chest swelling of the obvious love between the harem. He hoped there was a place within them for him. The current situation notwithstanding, of course.
Jin pressed his forehead to Yoongi’s back. “If ... fuck, if there was ... fuck. Just make our pretty cockwhore come.”
Yoongi spread his knees a little more on the couch, wincing at the drag and the ache, but it wasn’t enough to stop him, and he sped back up, using a firm grip on Jungkook’s chest for balance.
The lust that had dwindled roared back into his ears and clambered around his skin. Another hand took Jungkook’s dick and everything tightened, twisted, and exploded. Yoongi lost sense of himself in the sudden clenching around his dick. He fucked into him roughly, surprised that he could even move in and out of the tightness surrounding him. And then he lost it, his orgasm streaking through him. Unable to stay up, he fell forward, burying his face and his heavy moans into Jungkook’s neck while his body spasmed and he emptied himself inside Jungkook’s body. His entire body was heaving with his deep breaths. He tried to control them, but Jungkook smelled amazing, and the heat from his skin was intoxicating.
A few moments later, splatters of warm come landed all over his back.
Yoongi froze, holding his breath, and then he was chuckling, trying to muffle the noise against Jungkook.
Jungkook tensed and then relaxed beneath him. There were hands in his hair, maybe V’s or Jimin’s or both.
“What are you laughing at?” Jungkook demanded. Or it would have been a demand if his voice wasn’t so hoarse.
“Just ... just ... this is incredible.” Yoongi lifted his head, meeting Jungkook’s dark pretty eyes. “Just waiting to wake up, that’s all.”
Jungkook smiled. “Waking up is always good when you have five slaves to pleasure you.”
Yoongi moaned, moved his tired body just enough to press another kiss to Jungkook’s lips. This one was a proper kiss, a soft touch opening for more after a heavy breath from both of them.
“If you two are quite done,” V said, “you’re both a little heavy.”
Jungkook winced and then smiled. “Sorry, V. Love being on top of you.”
“Love being inside you,” he returned and kissed Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jin helped Yoongi stand, come dripped down his back, and he had to wonder just how many of them had come all over him. It felt like too much for just one person.
“We definitely need a bath,” Hobi muttered.
It took a few moments for Jungkook to stand up, and a few more for the prince to be able to stagger through the room, held up by Namjoon.
“Come join us,” Jin said and kissed his shoulder.
Yoongi smiled and nodded. “I’d love that.”
---슈가꾹이---
Jungkook woke up slowly. His body was warm and pleasantly sore. He smiled to himself, thinking of first their bath together and then the long full-body massage Jimin had given him. The others had eaten, though Jungkook had been too tired to even try. A few pieces of fruit had been placed against his lips.
After another deep breath, he became aware of the soft touch on his back. He turned his head, looking at Min Yoongi through half-opened eyes.
“Feels nice,” he whispered.
Min Yoongi smiled. “You look nice.”
Jungkook’s smile widened. “So do you.”
Yoongi suddenly frowned.
“What?” Jungkook asked, turning so he was able to curl up against Yoongi, slide an arm under his thighs and press his face against this side.
Yoongi’s touches did not falter.
It was a few more moments before he said, “I ... I am honorbound to withdraw my intentions of being a suitor.”
Jungkook lifted his head and said, “Why?”
Yoongi looked away. “You deserve much better than me, a mere merchant. You deserve--”
Jungkook cut him off. “I deserve whatever I want.”
“Of course, My Lord.”
“Jungkook. Call me Jungkook.”
Yoongi cleared his throat again. “I am ... I am honored ... happy, that you have given me this day, let me touch you and kiss you, but ...”
“But nothing,” Jungkook almost growled. He crawled over Yoongi and pushed him down to the bed. He followed him down and then kissed him. A short, heavy, closed-mouth show of ownership. “I have not wanted a single man who has come here with their arrogance and greed and declared that I belong to them.”
“I just ... I am not of your rank or ...”
Jungkook smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, much softer. “As I’m sure you have noticed, I do not really care about rank, especially when it comes to how I get my orgasms.”
Yoongi tried to smile. “I do not deserve you.”
“Which makes you perfect for me. Please don’t leave. I want to marry you.”
“The king will not approve.”
The snort came from both Jungkook and Jin who watched them from the couch in Jungkook’s room.
“The king loves his second son, much more than the first.”
“Jin,” Jungkook admonished.
“Our Prince is given everything he has ever wanted, which is why he has five slaves in his harem. Soon to be six.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Yoongi isn’t a slave, Jin.”
“I am sure that he won’t mind being one after this morning.”
“Is he right?” Jungkook asked, running his hands over Yoongi’s smooth, lithe chest.
Yoongi nodded. “I would sell my soul to the gods of death if it meant that I could be yours.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Jungkook said, though his mouth spread in a wide smile. “Let me tell you something, Min Yoongi. When my father first decided that I was going to be in charge of trade to help my brother focus on our army and defense, I didn’t want to. The first trip I took with him around the merchant houses of our country was miserable. And then ... we stopped in the northern mountains after days of traveling on horseback through blizzards. And it was fucking cold and I had on three fur-lined coats. My father told me that I never had to go to the north if I didn’t want to. We had no problems with taxes and tithes from those in the north. I was happy about that. And then ...”
Jungkook shut his eyes. Remembering that day.
“Sunshine,” Jungkook whispered. “I saw sunshine. You hadn’t realized that we had arrived, and you were smiling at a woman. I remember being in awe of your beauty, and then angry because you were only wearing a light jacket and no gloves and I was freezing my balls off.”
“His exact words,” Jin said from the side.
Jungkook ignored him. “And then you turned and looked at us, and I couldn’t breathe. Your smile fell, replaced by a look that I have only seen since. You were the perfect host, even if you were no longer smiling. I vowed then and there that I’d do whatever I could to make you smile like that again.”
Yoongi’s fingers swiped over Jungkook’s hip bones. “I remember that day better than you,” he whispered. “It was the first time I had ever seen the sun ray of a god. You were cute, all bundled up with a scarf, but I could still see your eyes. I felt like I was drowning, I felt like there was a golden light upon you. And then I learned that you were the younger son, which meant you weren’t more than sixteen. And I cursed myself for my luck.”
Jungkook grinned. “I wasn’t. I celebrated my birthday the next day, and I celebrated it with my hand on my cock and my face buried in my pillows wishing you were touching me.”
“I walked in on that,” Jin said. “It was lovely.”
This time Jungkook shot him a scowl. “Shut up.”
“I’m helping!”
“You aren’t.”
Yoongi chuckled. “He really is. Now I wanted to know what you look like with your ass in the air fucking your own fingers.”
Jungkook moaned. “I do have the day off ...”
“You do,” Jin said.
Jungkook dropped down for another kiss. Yoongi wrapped his arms around him, and Jungkook sagged into his arms. It was so perfect, so comforting. It felt like Yoongi had been in his bed for years instead of just hours.
“Marry me, Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi’s arms tightened around him. “Yes. I ... I ... yes.”
“Fucking finally!” Jimin said from across the room. “Can the rest of us stop pretending we’re still sleeping and get a few orgasms, please?” He crawled toward their bed, with Namjoon, V and Hobi all lifting their heads, faces full of anticipation.
Jungkook bit his lip, trying to not to smile as he stared at Yoongi. “What do you say? Want more orgasms?”
“Almost more than I want to marry you.”
“Yah! Min Yoongi!”
“Hey, I said almost!”
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