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There’s nothing they wouldn’t do for Jungkook, and they like to abide by it. With their position and the amount of money they have, anything is possible. And if the maknae wants it, he shall have it.
Mostly it was just sex. Jungkook wanted to be fucked everywhere and his hyungs spend days planning each risky sexcapade, whether it be on a public beach or the top of the tallest building, or even just on top of kitchen counters. He's thoroughly spoiled, but he knows how lucky he is.
Jungkook stirs awake, his body damp with sweat and his mind still foggy from the remnants of his dream. He was dreaming about something nice, something about being warm and comfortable.
Beside him, Hoseok sleeps soundly, his steady breaths a soothing rhythm that Jungkook has grown accustomed to over the years. He shifts closer to Hoseok, his arm snaking around his hyung's waist as he pulls him into a hug.
But even with his hyung’s body pressed against his, it doesn’t feel like the dream. It was something different, something wetter.
“Cum,” Jungkook mutters into Hoseok’s ear. He’s still half in a daze as he shimmies down.
Hoseok sleeps on his front, his body pressed flush against Jungkook's, his back rising and falling with each breath. Jungkook flips him onto his back and he doesn’t even twitch.
Jungkook pulls down Hoseok's sweatpants, knowing he has full access to his hyungs and their parts. Hoseok is soft, but there’s an easy workaround to that.
Hoseok’s hand comes up to his cheek when Jungkook’s deep in the zone, rhythmically sucking on his hyung’s cock. The weight of it is heavy and familiar, and it’s almost the same type of comfort that he got in his dreams.
“That’s a nice way to wake up,” Hoseok says, voice low from sleep. Jungkook hums as he continues to suck, trying to remember what his dream was.
“Good boy,” Hoseok praises him, running a lazy hand through his hair. “Going to make me come, baby?”
Jungkook pulls off suddenly with a loud glug, but immediately makes up for it with both hands squeezing his hyung’s cock, wet from his spit. He licks at the tip as he pumps him, making Hoseok groan.
“Yes, want you- want your cum, please hyung,” Jungkook says, gasping in surprise when the first shot hits him in the face.
Instead of taking him in his mouth like Hoseok expects, Jungkook directs the next shot to his forehead. It clumps up between his eyebrows and drips down his nose. He rubs off the sensitive tip on his cheeks until Hoseok hisses.
He looks up at him with a pleased smile and a cum-covered face.
Hoseok tuts at him for being messy, such a filthy little boy, but Jungkook revels in it.
“Don’t you want to clean up?” he asks as Jungkook gets back to his place on the bed, face up.
Jungkook barely tilts his head, not wanting to stain his pillow. “No. Want to be covered in cum.”
Hoseok just looks at him in a placating way, like he’s thinking about how they’ve ruined him completely, he’s just become a mindless slut who only craves cum– but then Jungkook’s eyes widen.
“Oh my god,” he gasps. “I know what I want next.” He pulls himself up into a sitting position in one smooth move. “Can we call the others? I think we need everyone in for this.”
“So let me get this straight,” Namjoon says. “You want to be dunked in… cum.”
Jungkook nods furiously. Namjoon sighs and shakes his head. “Did we create a monster,” he mutters, almost to himself, but he looks at the others for help.
“Well, we let him do what he wants,” Jimin mutters.
“Do you remember the time he wanted to roleplay the alpha-omega thing and have us call him alpha and let him knot-” Yoongi grumbles.
“Okay. But this is different,” Hoseok interjects.
“Yah, it’s not hurting anyone. Let the boy do what he wants,” Seokjin says.
“It’s cum, Seokjin hyung,” Namjoon retorts.
“It’s supposed to be healthy for your skin,” Taehyung pipes up.
“It’s not a legit study,” Namjoon says. “Are you sure you want to do this Jungkook-ah? You know we’d do anything, so is this something you truly want?”
“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook responds brightly. “I had a dream about it. I was swimming in cum, and it felt so nice. So warm. And somehow I knew it was all yours.” He looks at all of them with the fondest of eyes.
“Swimming… so like a pool?” Yoongi quietly asks.
“Well, yeah,” Jungkook scratches the back of his head. “But like- you guys don’t have to fill a pool for me. Our trusty bathtub will do.”
Namjoon groans. “A bathtub full of cum.”
“I like the idea,” Jimin speaks up. “We can do it, can’t we, Taehyung-ah?”
“You guys jerk off enough to fill it yourselves,” Seokjin mutters.
“Anyway,” Jimin ignores him, “Have you guys never heard of emulsions? We can add something that’s going to mix with the cum, make it crea-”
“Please don’t say creamier,” Namjoon mutters under his breath.
“Milk,” says Jungkook, his hand raised. “Cum mixes with milk, right?”
“How… did you know that?”
Jungkook looks at each of them in turn, and slowly puts down his hand. “I just thought,” he mumbles.
“Yes, I think milk would do the trick actually,” Namjoon says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You guys do realise how much we have to jerk off in the next week, right?”
So the preparations begin. One thing Jungkook didn’t consider is how much they’d be weaning him off for this. Not a single hyung will fuck him anymore with their cocks, and they certainly won’t let him cockwarm them with his mouth, because cockwarming leads to sucking, and sucking leads to orgasms, and an orgasm is cum wasted.
He catches Yoongi jerking off post-shower, and tries to barge in, but Yoongi turns around and resolutely tells him no. Jungkook grimaces, man’s got an iron will. Well, he can take care of that erection himself.
Sneaking into Taehyung’s bed at night, all stretched out and ready—to tempt him into evildoing. Only for Taehyung to deny him, too.
“Come on- put it in me?” Jungkook begs with the roundest, most innocent doe eyes he can muster.
“No.”
“I can cockwarm, come on- you know I’ll be good-”
“No.”
“Just half? Just the tip?”
“No, Jungkook,” Taehyung sighs. “You know I can’t hold back if I do.”
Jungkook pouts. It’s so unfair.
Seokjin has the gall to tease him. Jungkook wakes up to a musky scent he knows very well, and loves, and it’s Seokjin’s cock right in front of his face, touching his lips. Jungkook forces both eyes open and immediately shifts to puppy-eyes mode, puckering his lips up. Seokjin laughs and smacks his cheek with his cock before leaving. Presumably to jerk off, while Jungkook simmers in a potion of his own making.
Jungkook knows he’s the one who came up with the idea, but he didn’t expect having to go through this cruel, torturous edging. He doesn’t like to jerk off on his own, he’s too used to one of his hyungs doing it for him. He just has to wait.
And finally it’s the day. Jungkook wakes up bright and early. Hungry.
Of course he would be, he’s a growing boy who got exactly zero loads of cum in the past week, all because his hyungs have been saving up for the bath.
There’s even a new fridge in the dorm, and Jungkook’s not allowed to open it.
It’s for the element of surprise, Jimin tells him.
What surprise is it gonna be? Jungkook rolls his eyes and mutters to himself as he waits in the bathroom. His hyungs surround him one by one, holding on to steel bottles, carefully numbered One through Six.
“Hot water first,” Yoongi had said, so the tub was half-filled with steaming hot water while Jungkook undressed. They brought in the packs of milk. Just a cup would have sufficed, but they insisted they go all in, six litres.
It’s like a ritual, each person pouring in their litre of milk and watching the water turn white. Jungkook shivers in spite of the heat fogging up the bathroom, and the rest look at him in concern. It’s just the anticipation getting to him. Jimin comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his torso.
“It’s time for the cum, are you ready?”
Jungkook nods.
The cum is cold. Hoseok opens his bottle first and overturns it on the tub of hot milky water. It sloshes in, thick and creamy.
Jungkook’s starting to get hard, and it’s not just from Jimin sneakily fondling his chest, teasing his nipples.
All of them except Jimin uncap their bottles and go all in. Jimin goes last, unwrapping himself from Jungkook and pouring in his bottle.
Jungkook smiles as he watches the bottles pour the liquid in. There’s so much of it. His hyungs were very kind.
Yoongi brings a wooden handle and he stirs the entire concoction, which gets thicker and creamier as the cum mixes.
“It’s time to get in, baby,” Jimin calls.
Jungkook lifts his leg and delicately dips a toe in. It’s just perfect. Everything is perfect, the temperature, the setting, the thickness. It’s just what he imagined. He gets in the bath.
Everyone inwardly groans as Jungkook submerges himself. It’s quite the thought, to think that that’s their cum Jungkook’s swimming in. And he fucking loves it, closing his eyes and living in the moment, soaking in their cum deep into his skin. Suddenly it doesn’t matter that all they’ve been doing the past weeks is jerking off until they feel like their dicks were about it fall off. Suddenly, it’s all worth it.
And of course, it is, and they know it. Jungkook gets what he wants, because he’s good.
“Are you hard,” Jimin hears a voice behind him, and it’s Taehyung. “Because I am.”
“I am,” Jimin whispers back. “He’s really enjoying this, isn’t he?”
“He looks so cute,” Taehyung moans in his ear. “Wanna come on his face.”
“Ask Namjoon hyung.”
“What are you talking about?” Seokjin pipes up quietly.
“Jimin wants to jerk off on Jungkook’s face,” Taehyung hisses back. “He said- hey, are you hard?” he breaks off, looking at Seokjin’s crotch, and yep. Definitely hard.
“I didn’t say anything, but I’m not going to pretend I don’t want to,” Jimin bites back. “Hyung-” he asks Seokjin, “Should we do it?”
Seokjin looks at Namjoon, who’s the most flustered they’ve seen him since they saw Jungkook rut against his bare ass at the last group orgy and call him his biggest, prettiest omega and that he’d like to climb him like a tree. Namjoon had had to moan ‘alpha’ back to him and let him nut right there.
But of course, he’d liked it every bit as the rest of them did.
“Hyung, do you wanna come on his face too?” Taehyung mimes to Namjoon, whose flustered expression turns to one of blank confusion.
Taehyung repeats, and it’s vocal enough this time that Jungkook hears, and his eyes slowly blink open, a giddy smile on his face. “Yes. Want more cum.”
Jungkook is pleased. That his dream came true, and his hyungs ensured it lived up to every expectation he had when he first thought of it. That his hyungs find this entire affair so hot that they want to get off to the sight, covering his face and hair.
He sits still, watching them whip out their cocks and jerk off until they come. He sits nice and quiet, tongue out, letting them make him filthier.
When they’re done with him, he’s a sight. His black hair has streaks of white, dripping down into the bathwater, and every inch of his face and neck is covered with it.
“Does this feel like your dream, Jungkook?”
“Yeah, now I just need to dunk my head in-”
He’s gone before they can even protest.
“Jungkook, baby, no- that’s not-” Namjoon begins, approaching him. They’d drag him back out if they had to. This wasn’t accounted for in the discussions.
“I’m fine, hyung,” Jungkook’s face lifts off, hair wet. Most of the cum is washed off his face, mixing into the water, and he grins toothily. “Just wanted to wash my face before it dries.”
“How much longer are you going to stay in there?” Jimin complains.
“Sounds like you want a turn,” Jungkook haughtily replies, attempting to swing him arms in a poor imitation of the breaststroke. “It’s all mine.”
Jimin looks at Namjoon indignantly, who sighs.
“Just ten minutes more, bun. And then we’ll have you out,” Yoongi comes to his aid.
It’s Jungkook turn to sigh and lean back against the marble backrest of the bathtub. “Okay. I guess I should enjoy it while I can.”
The rest of them don’t stay around to watch, but they poke their heads from time to time. It’s Seokjin who stays, curiously dipping his hand into the bathwater and wondering what it feels like.
“Is it good?” he asks, swirling the water around. It’s milky white.
“Yeah,” Jungkook responds. “It’s probably the milk that makes it smell nice. And-” He brings his hands up to his chest, rubbing over his pecs- “I’m basically getting a milk bath, aren’t I? They’re supposed to be good for your skin.”
Seokjin, who has a very strict skincare routine he abides by, nods. “Sure, if you say so.” His hand creeps lower into the water and discovers Jungkook’s hard, slippery thigh.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Well-” Seokjin leans in, gripping hard, “Based on what I saw last time, at least two of them are fucking right now. And you know why? Because you’re bathing in their cum.” He answers before Jungkook can open his cum-coated lips.
“They could have just-”
“Shut up,” Seokjin smiles. His hand finds Jungkook’s cock, hard-hard in the water, and squeezes.
Jungkook lets out a soft sound as Seokjin begins stroking, his head lolling back. His hyung’s hand feels good, and he knows just what he likes. Even underwater, he quickly climbs to the edge.
It’s been a while since Jungkook has been edged, and he’s almost forgotten how he’s been denied for two weeks now.
He spreads his legs to give Seokjin more access , but whimpers when the elder pulls away.
“You’re not supposed to come,” he scolds.
Before Jungkook can fire back on the unfairness of it, Namjoon saunters into the bathroom.
“It’s time.”
“It’s been like, eight minutes-”
“It’s been fifteen.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and holds his hand out, getting a bit of his smile back when Namjoon grabs onto it to pull him out.
“How are you hard after that?” Namjoon wonders. Seokjin says nothing at all.
“Get me off, please?” Jungkook sounds weak.
“We’re going to wash you first,” Namjoon tells him.
Jungkook thinks he could come just from the warm water beating down on him.
He's clean again. Scrubbed squeaky clean, his skin softer than it's ever been. But Namjoon still hasn't let him come.
Confined to his room, Jungkook does what he does best while he waits for the leader to return to him.
Jungkook looks up at the sound of the door opening. He’s been stretching himself out, now three fingers inside him covered in lots of lube. Namjoon’s gaze turns hotter at the sight, his lips in a thin line.
He approaches Jungkook, climbs into the bed, and eases his fingers out. Lube gushes out as Namjoon immediately takes over for him.
“Hyung,” Jungkook begins as Namjoon gets into a more comfortable position, leaning over Jungkook. “What do I smell like?”
Namjoon tentatively takes a whiff.
“Like milk, but-” he scowls. “I don’t-”
“Okay, now touch me.”
Namjoon touches him, and his face loses the sourness. Jungkook's skin is like satin, he did essentially have a milk bath. His hand glides over his knee, the expanse of his thigh, to his soft belly-
Jungkook giggles when Namjoon keeps touching him, keeps sniffing at him. It gets Namjoon so hard. Replacing the emptiness in Jungkook’s hole with his own fingers isn't enough, he can’t take it anymore. He slides his cock into him.
It's quick, with how much they're both worked up. Jungkook has been for weeks, being denied all this time while everyone else came (on him). And then there's Namjoon, who somehow seems to be more on the edge than Jungkook is.
He holds onto Jungkook’s hands and fucks hard and fast. Jungkook tells him he’s close, and his lisp comes out as it does in moments like this.
“I’m coming,” Namjoon breathes into his ear and reaches for Jungkook’s cock. He strokes him off to completion, watching his angel whimper in sheer relief before he thrusts deep and releases inside him.
They both end up breathing heavily, coming down from their orgasms. Namjoon tucks his chin on Jungkook’s neck and breathes in deep.
“I want you to have everything, you know,” Namjoon begins.
“I know.”
“I was just worried,” he murmurs into his neck. “You’re so-”
“I’m what?”
“Shameless. Wanting to have cum all over your body. Swimming in it.”
“I liked it so much. Didn’t you?”
“I loved it, Jungkook. I was so hard in there, I couldn’t-”
“And when everyone jerked off on me?”
Namjoon heaves a sigh. “That was hot too.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook grins.
Namjoon narrows his eyes at him. “Don’t get any ideas.”
“Like what?” Jungkook schools his expression to innocence again. “What were you thinking hyung? You just- throbbed inside of me.”
“It’s nothing,” Namjoon mutters.
“Nothing?” Jungkook reaches for his jaw, tilting it up. Namjoon looks at him. “Tell me, please.”
Namjoon doesn’t move his lips. Jungkook playfully squeezes his dick.
“Yeah, yeah okay,” Namjoon blurts. “I was thinking of all of them- uh, breeding you.”
“Breeding me?” Jungkook’s eyes widen. “You mean like-”
“Yeah. I just think that you’d look nice stuffed with cum. Inside instead of outside this time.”
Jungkook stares at him, and is Namjoon actually blushing?
“Hyung, I would do anything for you. But isn’t this more of a treat for me?” He grins.
“Jungkook-” Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to do anything. I just-”
“Yeah, but imagine it. All my hyungs, fucking me open in front of you. I bet you’d want to have the first go, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook teases.
Namjoon inhales sharply.
“Or do you wanna fuck into me when I’m all full and desperate? You like that? Thinking of me being full of hyungs’ cum, dipping your cock into the mess they left behind-”
Namjoon groans. “Shut up, I shouldn’t have said anything. You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m not. I want it too, hyung. Want to be bred full,” Jungkook smiles.
“You want to be full of cum, don’t you? You’re shameless.”
“And what if I am?”
“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to pull that off and I’m certainly not helping you, a cumbath was enough.”
“But you-” Jungkook shifts and widens his eyes at him. Namjoon looks at him questioningly.
“You’re hard again.” Jungkook abruptly speaks up. “You just came in me and you’re hard again. Is it because of the breeding talk? Because I’m not going to stop talking about it until you-”
Namjoon shuts him up with a hand on his mouth.