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"Namjoon, slow down!" Hoseok complained, hurrying to catch up with the tall leader. "Maknae line aren't even out of the van yet and you're already on the third floor!"
Namjoon sighed impatiently from where he was waiting at the entrance to the building they were supposed to be having their photoshoot at, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "We're already twenty minutes late to the photoshoot and I'm the one that's going to have to deal with the shit from our managers about it, so if maknae line could get their asses out of the van a little faster, muy apreciado."
Hoseok just grinned. "You're so sexy when you speak another language."
Namjoon sighed, watching as his members ever so slowly trickled out of the van, adjusting their bags and sunglasses and hair even though it was such a short walk to the building.
He swore they were doing this on purpose, just because they loved to tease him.
Namjoon held the door open for them, subtly ushering them inside the large, marble floored waiting room.
Their staff and security guided them past the receptionist desk, to a hallway with multiple elevators.
"Joonie, can we take the stairs?" Jungkook pleaded.
"Why?" Namjoon sighed.
"Faster." Taehyung smiled.
"Oh now you two want to go fast." Namjoon huffed. "Yeah, fine, sure. But wait for us and don't go running down the halls alone!"
Giggling, the two youngest took off, pushing and shoving each other as they raced up the steps.
The rest of the ensemble shuffled inside the small space, watching the shiny silver doors shut in front of them.
Namjoon looked down at his clipboard, mentally calculating how being twenty minutes late here would affect them at their interview later that evening.
Around him, his members talked about this and that on the short ride up to the third floor.
"Yeah, and then during the middle of the ON choreo I was thinking we could-" Jimin was cut off when the whole small shaft suddenly made a loud groaning noise, before shuddering to a halt.
"What's going on?" Seokjin gasped.
The elevator was no longer moving, and the lights flickered a few times, before thankfully staying on.
Namjoon reached out and punched the help button. "Oh, fucks sake, not now!"
"Power went out." Yoongi yawned and Namjoon wondered how the boy even saw that, as his eyes were closed as he leaned back against the far wall.
"I said not now!" Namjoon grumbled to no one in particular, frantically pushing the help button repeatedly.
"Hey, calm down," Hoseok soothed him, rubbing the stressed leaders back. "It's not your fault, the staff can't blame you. Let's just take this time to relax and chill."
"Yeah, at least we still have cell service!" Jimin pulled out his phone. "I'll call them and let them know we're stuck and- oh..."
"Oh? What's 'oh'?" Namjoon demanded, crossing his arms. "Don't tell me oh, Jimin!"
"There's...actually no service here," Jimin said sheepishly. "Spoke too soon, sorry."
Namjoon groaned, throwing his head back. "Damnit!"
"Hey, it's alright, Joonie. Don't stress. You know you get kinda bitchy when you're stressed." Hoseok reminded him.
"Gee, thanks." Namjoon snapped.
"Don't be mad! Here, I'll help you relax." Hoseok pushed his leader against the wall, keeping him pinned with his hands on the boys shoulders. He leaned in and kissed the annoyed boy.
But Namjoon pushed him off. "Not now, Hobi. The two youngest are out there alone, probably tearing the place apart already and we need to get in touch with our staff and let them know what's going on and God knows how long we'll be stuck in this death machine and I already know we're going to be late to the interview later and-"
"Hobi is right." Seokjin interrupted, walking up. "You're stressing yourself out even more, talking like that. Let us help you calm down, babe."
"We don't have time for that!" Namjoon almost shouted.
"I'd say we have all the time in the world." Yoongi said, his usually deep voice even deeper now. His cat like eyes opened and he stared right at Namjoon, his arms still crossed.
Namjoon's heart stuttered. "Uh, b-but the interview later- it'll be all messed up if we're late n-"
"It'll be fine." Jimin insisted, stepping forward and running his hands up Namjoon's shirt. "You're worrying too much and you're going to make yourself sick! We can't have our magnificent leader feeling under the weather, now can we?"
Namjoon sighed deeply, biting his lip at the feeling of Jimin's soothing hands rubbing themselves over his chest and torso. "Okay, okay, you're right. I'll try to calm down."
"Let us help you, sweet girl," Seokjin whispered in his ear.
The older male was suddenly pressed against his side, his hand joining Jimin's in leaving feather light touches all over the leaders body.
"'m not a girl," Namjoon snapped.
"No, you just have a pussy." Hoseok teased, walking over to Namjoon's other side.
Namjoon scowled at him. Everyone knew the leader wasn't self conscious about his anatomy, but he didn't like it when his members made fun of him.
And besides, it wasn't like he had tits or a woman's figure. He considered himself a male on all accounts. He was just born with a pussy instead of a dick was all.
Namjoon sighed, letting his head rest against the wall as Seokjin, Hoseok and Jimin all massaged his chest and arms. It did feel good to have all their attention on relaxing him like this. There weren't that many times Namjoon could truly let go and chill out, so he appreciated the small moments where he could, even the ones in a broken elevator like this.
"There you go, sweet girl," Seokjin whispered in his ear, kissing down his neck softly as he felt Namjoon start to relax.
Namjoon wanted to snap at him again that he wasn't a girl, but then Jimin grabbed a fistful of his hair, turning the leaders head so he could kiss him.
"Ji-"
His surprised exclamation was cut off as the younger pressed their lips together softly.
Jimin had such nice lips that Namjoon couldn't help but open his mouth for him to slip his tongue inside.
They had all done things like this before, albeit not in a public elevator, but it was just a kiss, so Namjoon allowed it.
And then nimble fingers were suddenly at the button on his hip, undoing it easily and unzipping his skirt.
Namjoon gasped and jerked away from Jimin. He was about to curse at Hoseok, but when he looked down, he was startled to see it was Yoongi on his knees in front of him.
"Y-Yoongi-" Namjoon's eyes were wide. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Helping you relax." The older boy raised his eyebrows as if it were the most obvious statement in the world.
"But-"
"Shh, let him do what he needs to do," Seokjin cupped Namjoon's face gently, turning the leaders attention over to himself and kissed him.
"Yeah, you've been too stressed lately, let us help." Hoseok smirked, his hand wandering lower and lower until he was helping Yoongi tug the white skirt off, leaving it to pool around the leaders ankles on the ground.
Both boys moaned at the sight of the boy in the white panties.
"Fuck, baby, you're so hot when you wear those." Hoseok groaned, sinking to his knees too.
"Well what else am I supposed to wear?" Namjoon muttered, his cheeks pink as his members drooled over him. Seven years of this and it still flustered him every time.
"Nothing, don't wear anything else, ever." Jimin chuckled, running his hands under the leaders shirt again. This time he let his fingers trail over the sensitive pink nipples, grinning cheekily when the boy hissed at the touch.
Yoongi raised his long fingers to the waistband of the lace panties and let them curl over the edge, slowly tugging them down, relishing the slow, inch by inch show of skin as it appeared. He licked his lips, anticipating finally being able to put his mouth on the treat in front of him. He took his time, until the panties finally joined the skirt on the floor.
Namjoon flushed at being half naked in a public building and he closed his legs tightly together, knocking away Yoongi and Hoseok's hands.
"Heyyy..." Hoseok whined, pouting up at him. "Babygirl!"
"We're in public!" Namjoon hissed, pushing Seokjin and Jimin off him as well. "We can't do this! Don't you guys all realize how badly a scandal like this could damage our name? How much trouble we would get in, not only with our management but also with the law?!"
But his members were all staring at his naked lower half, not hearing a word he was saying.
Namjoon sighed in annoyance.
Men.
Useless.
He bent down and grabbed his underwear, pulling them back up. "Besides, the elevator could suddenly start moving again at any time! What if the doors open and the CEO is standing there?"
"Then he'll have to get in line." Hoseok smacked the leaders ass with all his might.
Namjoon jolted forward in surprise, tripping over his skirt and barely catching himself on the closed elevator doors in time.
"Jung Hoseok," he growled, whipping his head around to glare at the rapper, who just shot him a cheeky grin.
Before Namjoon could yell at him or kick his ass, the doors suddenly slid open.
Namjoon gasped, falling forward, and a pair of strong arms caught him.
"Whoa, what's going on?" Jungkook asked, holding onto Namjoon's torso so he didn't faceplant onto the tiled floor.
"Jungkook," Namjoon struggled to stand upright, but the boy was gripping him tightly, standing a foot away from the elevator so the leader was forced to bend over at an uncomfortable angle.
Taehyung saw the discarded skirt and the way the members still in the elevator were staring at the leaders exposed backside, their eyes blown wide, and a large grin spread over his face.
Namjoon struggled to keep his balance as Jungkook continued to hold him. He couldn't stand upright with the boy keeping him bent at almost a 90 degree angle, and he couldn't walk forward, out of the elevator, as Jimin had suddenly fallen to the floor and grabbed the leaders ankles, holding them together tightly.
Now Namjoon held tightly onto Jungkook, not wanting to lose his balance and fall. "What the- Jimin! Stop it! Let go!" He growled, trying to kick the dancer, but that just made the little shit hold his legs tighter.
"Come on, Joonie," he pleaded. "There's no camera's here!"
"Are you crazy?!" Namjoon could have screamed if it hadn't meant attracting attention. "No! "
"We figured something had happened with the elevator when you guys didn't show up to the room right away." Taehyung explained, walking over and threading his fingers through Namjoon's hair. "We told them to wait and we would check it out. Looks like we were right." He grinned.
"Stop it," Namjoon growled, glaring up at the two youngest. "We're not doing this."
"Why not?" Hoseok pouted, and then Namjoon felt a hand running up and down his ass, warm and soft.
He tried to kick at whoever was touching him, he suspected it was Seokjin, but Jimin was still holding his legs tightly.
"Because! They're still waiting for us! Especially if they know the elevator isn't working! They'll send a maintenance guy and he'll stumble upon this!" He raised his voice slightly to emphasize the position he was in. He felt embarrassed and he struggled more against Jungkook, but the youngest was also the strongest, and he held the leader tightly in his arms, grinning evilly.
"The lady who works here said they always just wait for the elevator to start working on its own again." Taehyung said. "We'll just walk back whenever we're done then and no one will be the wiser."
"That's a terrible, horrible, stupid, dumb plan." Namjoon scowled.
Before he could insist again that they couldn't do this here and now, a finger suddenly pushed its way past his folds and teased his entrance.
Namjoon gasped at the unexpected touch, pushing more into Jungkook, who had the audacity to fucking laugh as Namjoon fisted the maknae's shirt.
On instinct, he tried to spread his legs, but Jimin was still in his way, making it a tight squeeze for the finger to worm its way deeper inside of him.
Namjoon could tell it was Yoongi touching him and he shuddered, imagining the lead rappers intense look of concentration and seriousness as he focused on fingering his leader.
It was indeed Yoongi, and the rappers tongue ran along his teeth, sucking, as he inched his finger deeper into the leaders tight heat. He was barely holding himself back from ripping into the boy with everything he had, his eyes blown wide with arousal. He bit his lip, dying to eat out what was in front of him.
Namjoon whined, hanging his head and clinging to Jungkook as he shuddered as tingles of pleasure ran through him. "Y-Yoo-Yoongi..."
Sensing his leader was slowly losing this battle, Taehyung hurried over and grabbed Namjoon's face, distracting him with a kiss.
"Wait, let's do this for real." Someone muttered, and Namjoon heard them slap a button on the wall.
He tried to shuffle either forwards or backwards when he heard the elevator doors sliding shut again, but Jimin and Jungkook continued to hold him place, and with Taehyung's lips muffling his own, he couldn't protest. At least not coherently.
And then he felt the cool metal doors hit him at the same exact time on his sides, not squishing him but effectively trapping him in place.
He whined, shaking his head forcefully and finally managing to throw Taehyung off.
Jungkook and Jimin released him now that they didn't have to hold him in place anymore, giggling now that they had successfully trapped their leader.
"Stop it! What the hell- open the fucking doors!" He hissed, reaching back behind him and grabbing onto them for balance. He tried to push them back apart, but as a safety feature, he couldn't. He spat curses, knowing he wouldn't be able to reach the button to open the doors again like this.
"We won't let you go until you're calm and relaxed." Yoongi said, his voice deep, his finger not moving from inside of the increasingly wet pussy.
"I am calm and relaxed!" Namjoon screeched, struggling wildly to get free. He could feel Yoongi's finger deep inside of him like a heavy weight and he whimpered, wanting it to move.
He heard someone sigh.
"You're just making this harder for yourself, Joonie." Seokjin shook his head. "We're just trying to help our leader."
"Guys, stop it, please," Namjoon hung his head, still holding onto the doors for balance. The doors weren't bruising him, but they still made it a little harder to breathe, since they were digging into his sides. Not to mention he was still half naked and anyone could come around the corner and see him like this.
The idea of that happening made him struggle to hold back a moan.
"Relax for us, and we'll let you go." Hoseok chimed in.
Namjoon took as deep a breath as he could, and exhaled slowly. "There, see? I'm chill, I'm fine."
"Good, then you won't even feel this." Yoongi said, before suddenly shoving another finger all the way in.
Namjoon yelped, jerking forward. "Hyung!"
Jungkook caught him again, giggling. "It's okay, Joonie. Just let us take care of you, alright? You'll feel better at the end!"
"And," Taehyung grabbed his leader's head and tilted it up so their eyes could meet. "Keep quiet too, alright? We wouldn't want anyone to find the leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan in such a humiliating position like this, would we? Hm? All spread out for her members like a slut."
Namjoon blushed, hating himself for admitting to Taehyung one drunken night that he had a humiliation kink.
"We don't have time for this," he feebly tried to convince them again, but by now they were completely ignoring his words, too fixated on his other parts.
Yoongi pulled his wet fingers out, sucking them off before grabbing Namjoon's thighs and pushing them apart. He rubbed his face against the inside of one, sticking his tongue out to flick the tip up the hot skin, nipping and biting here and there. He got dangerously close to Namjoon's cunt, his hot breath fanning over it, before he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing.
Namjoon moaned, burying his face in Jungkook's chest. His legs trembled at Yoongi's tongue and he could feel himself growing hotter with arousal. His pussy clenched on nothing when Yoongi's finger rubbed against his folds, just barely not pushing in, teasing his outline with extremely soft touches.
"Hyung, please," he whined, embarrassed. He wished he could see what Yoongi was doing, or at least admire the oldest rappers face, but he couldn't.
"Shh, remember?" Taehyung told him. The second youngest shoved two fingers into the leaders mouth to silence him.
Namjoon choked briefly, before sucking on them, trying to distract himself from the growing, hot pool of arousal in his pit.
Hands were once again caressing his ass, rubbing their palms up and down him slowly, before suddenly gripping his flesh harshly, their fingernails digging into his cheeks roughly.
He whined when they were forced apart, exposing his hole.
"Dibs." Hoseok said, his breath fanning over the younger boy, making him shiver in anticipation.
"Go slow, Hobi." Seokjin told him.
Hoseok scoffed. "I'm a rapper, I don't do anything slow."
And with that he leaned down, and Namjoon's heart skipped a beat at the hot breath fanning his exposed hole.
"Especially not this." Hoseok whispered.
Yoongi shuffled over, going under the leaders spread legs so he was underneath Namjoon's lower half. Hs sat there so he could have a better angle at the boys pussy and so Hoseok could have more room to work with as he studied the boys asshole.
Meanwhile, Seokjin and Jimin watched them, both of them slowly getting hard at the scene of their great leader being treated like this.
Jimin walked to Seokjin and rubbed the boys erection through his jeans for him.
Seokjin responded by grabbing the smaller boy in for a kiss, cupping the dancers face.
Taehyung watched his hyungs make out in the elevator, and his own dick stirred as well. Namjoon was still sucking on his fingers and the boys warm, wet tongue felt like pure sin as it slid over his skin.
Jungkook was getting affected too. Taehyung could see the way the maknae's eyes widened as he watched all his hyungs turn to each other for sexual pleasure. He wanted to do that too, but he was still shy when it came to Namjoon.
Namjoon had always been special to Jungkook, and not just because his body was different.
He had thought Namjoon was the coolest person he had ever seen as soon as Jungkook had laid eyes on him. He wanted Namjoon to be his hyung. That was the main reason he chose to debut with BTS. And then when he found out Namjoon didn't have a dick, but a pretty pink pussy instead, Jungkook had been speechless for a whole week straight. He still felt guilty about how he had jacked off to the idea of Namjoon's pussy all night that first night.
Now, watching their leader whimper and bite his lip to not moan out load as Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung all touched him, his eyes fluttering shut, Jungkook was quickly growing hard.
He wanted to shove his cock down Namjoon's throat, but he was far too shy to even ask Namjoon for permission for that first. So he just stood back a little and watched, his hand slowly drifting down to his jeans, somewhat subconsciously.
Yoongi was teasing Namjoon softly with his finger still, but he was also teasing himself. He stared at the wet cunt just an inch or two from his face and he licked his lips. He wanted so badly to shove his face in it and let his tongue run wild, but he also knew Namjoon fell apart in the best way when he was teased and edged for a while first, and that was what Yoongi wanted to see most. So he forced himself to keep going at as slow a pace as he could go, his free hand pressing over his clothed dick, trying to keep it down and not distract him.
Hoseok, on the other hand, didn't give a damn about going slow. He wanted to hear Namjoon scream, moan and cry out in pleasure and he wanted to hear it now.
And with that idea in mind, he didn't hesitate to suddenly shove his whole tongue inside of the leaders hole, letting it flutter around the boys soft walls while his hands raised up and grabbed a cheek in each palm, squeezing the plump flesh harshly.
As expected, Namjoon gasped, his eyes flying open as his hands gripped the elevators doors tightly at the sudden intrusion. "Ahh! Ah- ah, ah...Ho-Ho'i" He moaned around Taehyung's fingers, tossing his head back as he felt the rappers tongue flick in and out quickly, teasing his rim with its tip a few times before diving back in.
The leaders moan went straight to Jungkook's dick, and he shuffled a little closer, his hand seriously gripping his cock now.
Taehyung smirked at Namjoon's reaction and he raised his free hand to ruffle the boys hair, stepping closer to the trapped boy. "There, there, let your members take care of you, sweet girl."
Namjoon was still enough in his right mind to glare at the nickname and he purposely bit down on Taehyung's fingers.
Taehyung hissed and quickly retracted his hand, shaking the pain off. "Ah! Ow, bitch!"
Namjoon just grinned. "Rather be a bitch than your sweet girl."
Seokjin and Jimin finally pushed themselves off each other, their cheeks flushed and hair messy.
"Dibs on that when you're done," Seokjin called to Yoongi.
"Barely getting started." Yoongi murmured back, his breath softly hitting Namjoon's sensitive folds and he shuddered, fingers tightening around the open doors.
Jimin walked over, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he watched Hoseok work.
"Damn, don't you need to breathe?" He asked, tilting his head to a better angle. He saw the pink muscle flash in and out of his leader and he licked his lips, imagining how that would feel on him.
Taehyung growled, his hand tightening into a fist in Namjoon's hair as he yanked the boys head up. "Remember your position here, slut." He snapped.
"Yeah, above you." Namjoon reminded him. "It's hyung, dongsaeng."
Jungkook bit down on his fist, shuffling a little closer. He looked up and down the hallway, making sure no one was about to turn the corner and see them.
Yoongi could tease no longer and he slowly gave in to his urges. He leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to Namjoon's pussy, letting himself lose himself in the familiar scent of Namjoon. He pushed Namjoon's legs a little farther apart, ignoring the boys groan at the stretch and watched his prize open before him.
His heart jumped eagerly and he licked his lips a few times, staring- just staring.
Seokjin dropped to his knees and crawled beside Yoongi- also unable to wait anymore.
"Tag team?" The oldest whispered.
Yoongi didn't want to share and he was ready to literally growl at Seokjin to get away, but then he pictured how Namjoon would moan, tears running down his cheeks from the double stimulation and how his legs would shake as his hyungs tongues slid over each other and fuck-
Yoongi scooted over a little so Seokjin could have enough room as well.
The two oldest boys then didn't waste a second longer.
Yoongi plunged his tongue between the wet, soft folds, dipping it into Namjoon's small hole.
Seokjin went upwards, to the boys clit instead, teasing it with his tip.
Both of them grabbed Namjoon's legs, keeping him spread wide open for them.
Namjoon cried out, almost losing his grip on the doors. "A-ah! H-hyungs! Fuck- Jesus, oh, I- fuck!"
Jungkook ran forward, smothering Namjoon's mouth with his hand. "Shh, hyung!" He whispered quickly, eyes wide.
"Shut him up, Kook." Taehyung nodded.
Jungkook stared at him. "What?"
"Shut him up. Are you going to hold your hand to his mouth the whole time or do you want to shove your cock down his throat?" Taehyung crossed his arms.
Well obviously Jungkook wanted to do the second option, but...
He looked back to his leader, who was looking at him with an expression Jungkook couldn't read.
He hesitantly pulled his hand away. "Is...is that...is that okay?" He asked, feeling his cheeks heat up at the question.
"Who cares what the slut wants?" Taehyung snorted. "He needs to be quiet and only your cock in his pretty little mouth will do that."
Jungkook could have gasped at Taehyung's words. To speak so vulgar and blatantly about their leader, right in front of him like that, was something Jungkook never thought he would ever see or hear.
Namjoon could see Jungkook wasn't comfortable so he quickly spoke up.
"Hold on, Tae. Jungie is new to this, remember? He doesn't know how we operate." He said, repositioning his arms behind him as they started to hurt from holding himself up.
Taehyung nodded. "Oh, yeah, you're right. I'll explain quick, then." He looked to the shocked baby bunny maknae. "Hey, it's okay, Kook. When it's a scene like this, Namjoon doesn't mind being degraded like that. It's just dirty sex talk, and it actually turns him on. You know I would never talk to Namjoon hyung like that on a normal day."
Namjoon blushed. "Could have left out that one line," he mumbled. He looked to Jungkook too. "But yeah, Ggukie, it's all good. And yes, you can put you dick in my mouth if you want."
Jungkook blinked, his heart jumping into overdrive. "R-really? And...you're not mad at TaeTae for calling you a...you know...the s word?" He whispered.
Namjoon chuckled at the boys cuteness. "No, I'm not mad. He knows what to say and when to say it, and if he wants to be a cheeky asshole about it, I won't let him fuck me for a month."
Taehyung pouted. "What?! A whole month?! What happened to just a few days?"
Namjoon and Jungkook both ignored him.
"Okay, yeah, if you're all fine with it." Jungkook nodded eagerly, his cock now straining against his tight jeans. He had wanted to feel Namjoon's pretty lips drag over his cock for years now, and now that he was finally getting the opportunity to, he wanted to savor it. "But can Taehyung go first? Just so I can copy him?"
Namjoon nodded. "Sure. He knows what I like and what I don't like."
Taehyung unzipped his pants and pushed them and his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. He was a little hard, but not as much as Jungkook was.
He stepped up in front of Namjoon and the boy opened his mouth obediently.
Jungkook stared.
Seeing the smart, responsible Namjoon just whore himself out like that, when he was Jungkook's hero, made Jungkook swallow hard, his eyes blown wide.
A million new fantasies sprung into his mind.
Meanwhile, Hoseok finally pulled back and Jimin watched with awe.
"Can I try that?" He asked excitedly. "I always just ride him or he blows me. I've never done that before!"
Hoseok studied the singer. "Hmm, I dunno, you could try I guess. It's more of a rapper thing."
Jimin pouted, crossing his arms. "Fine. I'll prove I can outdo you! I'll...I'll..." An evil idea reflected in his eyes. "I'll fuck him!"
Hoseok stared at him, and then laughed. "Oh you think you can just move to the number one spot just like that? You gotta work your way to the top, baby."
"Are you saying I wouldn't be able to make him come?" Jimin glared.
"I'm saying if the fate of Bangtan rested solely on your ability to make Namjoon cream his pants, I would started making a resume." Hoseok replied.
Jimin scowled, pushing the rapper out of his way. "You'll regret those words."
Hoseok watched in amusement as Jimin quickly pulled his pants down. "I never regret anything, ever."
Ignoring them all, the team known as Sin were living up to their name.
Yoongi pushed his tongue in deeper, smirking when he heard Namjoon let out a choked moan, and knew the leader was trying desperately to keep himself quiet. He wanted to make Namjoon scream.
He let his tongue slowly slide out, letting it drag down every inch of Namjoon's hole, tasting the quickly gathering juices. Once he was fully out, he quickly shoved two fingers back in, pumping them as fast as he could go.
Namjoon bucked forward, nearly freeing himself from the two doors, but Seokjin and Yoongi still held onto his legs tightly.
The leaders moan was muffled, and Yoongi looked over to see Taehyung had his whole cock buried in Namjoon's mouth while Jungkook watched with wide eyes, his hand pumping his dick.
He smirked, knowing he could make Namjoon scream as loud as he wanted to now, since the two youngest were doing a good job of keeping the leader quiet.
He let his tongue slip back in, between his fingers. His tongue lapped up the warm juices that were now streaming down while his two fingers scissored the boy's hole open wider.
Seokjin hadn't let up the abuse on Namjoon's now swollen clit either. He could feel every shake, every tremble the leader did, and it made him smirk.
He pressed one flat palm against the outer triangle of shaved flesh, pressing hard on it, making Namjoon stutter around Taehyung's cock.
Yoongi saw what Seokjin was doing and grinned. He took his tongue and fingers out and Namjoon whined at the loss, spreading his legs even further as if begging Yoongi to shove something back in him again.
And Yoongi did.
The oldest rapper kicked his pants off and grabbed his hard cock, pumping it a few times as he eyed the dripping wet hole in front of him.
He crawled out from under the boy, and Seokjin quickly took advantage of the extra space.
Yoongi pushed Jimin to the left slightly, needing a good angle to fuck into Namjoon with.
"Hey!" Jimin whined, pouting that Yoongi had suddenly taken over his space.
"Hyungs first," was all Yoongi said, before pressing his tip against Namjoon's small, wet hole.
Namjoon moaned in pure pleasure when he felt Yoongi slip his cock inside of his heated pussy, and Taehyung grunted at the vibrations around his cock from Namjoon's moan.
Yoongi grabbed Namjoon's hips to hold him in place better as he quickly started to fuck into him.
Seokjin, keeping his hand pressed flat against the outer skin, could feel Yoongi's cock moving inside of Namjoon. He pressed his mouth back over the leaders clit and sucked on it, letting his tongue tease it every now and then too.
Namjoon was in heaven, and he could feel himself getting close already. All the long edging and teasing had gotten him close to the edge already, and with Yoongi and Seokjin being so mean to him like this he knew it wouldn't be long until he came.
And then he felt something else pressing against his other hole, slowly shoving itself inside.
He couldn't tell if it was Hoseok, or Jimin, but he didn't care who it was, just that they were so big inside of his tight hole and he cried out at the double stimulation.
Taehyung grabbed Namjoon's shoulders as he fucked into the boys mouth, throwing his head back at the feeling. "Ah, fuck, Joonie, your tongue, fuck yes."
Jungkook swallowed again, holding his painfully hard cock. He regretted wanting Taehyung to go first, because now he really had to come and he wanted to do that somewhere inside of Namjoon.
Luckily, Taehyung saw how desperate Jungkook was and shuffled over. "Here, Kook. He can fit two."
Jungkook's eyes got impossibly wider and he hurried over. "Can he really?"
"Oh yeah, he's a huge cockslut." He smirked at the boy choking around his dick. "Ain't that right, sweetie?"
Namjoon just moaned as Jimin started fucking into him to the same pace Yoongi was, his legs shaking and his arms straining to hold himself up.
Jungkook honestly couldn't hold out for another second and he quickly dropped his pants too, his head falling back and a groan of satisfaction slipping past his lips as he slid himself into Namjoon's mouth, beside Taehyung.
The feeling of Namjoon's wet tongue, hot breath and plush lips, as well as the drag against Taehyungs cock was enough to make the youngest member curse.
Taehyung laughed. "Damn, Kook. Language."
Jungkook was too out of it to retort that Taehyung had just swore too.
Namjoon had stars in his eyes and he didn't know what to focus on first, his mind jumping from the brutal, fast and unrelenting pace Yoongi was fucking into him at, to Jimin's slower, more agonizingly teasing pace, to the two cocks working at different speeds in his mouth. One of them hit his gag reflex and he choked and coughed, making the two youngest moan at the vibrations.
Seokjin continued playing with Namjoon's clit, his tongue occasionally flicking down the wet folds to meet where Yoongi's tongue was pounding into the boy. His nimble fingers poked and teased the way too sensitive clit, until Namjoon's whole body was shaking and he knew the leader was close.
Namjoon couldn't warn anyone since he couldn't talk, and honestly he had forgotten English and Japanese at this point, his Korean suddenly very limited as his brain winked out.
White hot pleasure flashed outward from his pit, magnifying Seokjin's touches and Yoongi's thrusts, and Namjoon cried out, the cocks half slipping out of his mouth as he came.
Jimin swore when Namjoon tightened up around him, and he quickly started fucking into the tight hole faster.
Yoongi didn't stop either, his bangs matted to his hair with sweat as he focused on fucking himself deeper into the now gushing wet pussy. "Fuck, Namjoon," he muttered, gripping the boys hips tighter. "God, you're so fucking hot."
Namjoon whimpered at the overstimulation and at the praise. His jaw was sore from being wide open for so long, but his two youngest hadn't come yet so he resigned himself to be abused for a while longer.
Jimin came next, groaning loudly and leaning over Namjoon's back to catch his breath.
"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." he panted, blinking dazedly.
Hoseok grabbed him and Namjoon moaned when Jimin was ripped out of him.
"My turn." He said, quickly pushing himself back into the boys now loose asshole. He moaned as well. "Damn, Joon. I'm not one for sloppy seconds but you're always too good to pass up."
He could feel Jimins come still inside the boys hole and he fucked into it, wanting to fill the hole even more.
Jungkook could have cried at the intense pleasure he was feeling. It was so perfect, Namjoons mouth was so perfect.
He opened his eyes and looked at his leaders fucked out face, and it was enough to send him over the edge.
He came with a cry, shooting his load directly down Namjoon's throat.
Namjoon coughed, tightening up around Taehyung, and the second youngest swore loudly, shaking as he came too.
Yoongi was close now as well and he narrowed his eyes, wanting to come only after Namjoon came a second time.
And judging by the way the boys arms were shaking visibly, he knew Namjoon was getting close again by all the stimulation.
Seokjin pressed his thumb against the boys clit, massaging it as he savored the wetness on his tongue.
Namjoon choked out a moan and his thighs shook at the unrelenting ministrations. "Jin...Jin...ah...p-please," he panted, eyes screwed shut.
Seokjin chuckled and gave mercy to the stuck boy. He crawled through the doors, under Namjoon, and popped up on the other side.
He pulled his own hard cock out and Namjoon opened his mouth immediately for it.
Jungkook swore again and watched as Seokjin slid in all the way, making tears erupt in the leaders eyes.
Meanwhile, Hoseok and Yoongi pounded into both of Namjoons holes at different intervals, loving how the boys legs were trembling, trying to keep himself upright.
"Wanna come at the same time?" Hoseok asked Yoongi.
"I'm only coming after he comes." Yoongi replied, changing his angle and fucking into Namjoon harder.
The leader wailed around Seokjin's cock and Yoongi felt him tighten and the rapper smirked.
"Suit yourself." Hoseok shrugged, before he came in the boys ass as well.
Namjoon groaned when Hoseok's come mixed with Jimin's deep in his hole.
He hoped Yoongi and Seokjin would be done soon, as he could barely keep himself standing anymore.
Seokjin fucked his mouth, his tip hitting the back of Namjoon's throat every time.
The leader whimpered as more tears leaked out his eyes and down his cheeks. He was so sore and over sensitive, he just wanted to collapse and sleep.
Jungkook and Taehyung were quick to wipe the tears away, kissing his dimples and telling him he was such a good boy for them.
Namjoon lapped up the praise, wanting more. He was the best leader. The best boy. The best slut for his hyungs with the best cunt for them to use.
Seokjin had been hard since this all started and when Namjoon hollowed his cheeks, the eldest lost it.
He pulled out just barely in time, wanting to come all over the boys face.
Namjoon let his mouth stay open, catching a few drops. He felt the rest hit his flushed face and slowly slide down.
Yoongi groaned, at his limit. But he wanted Namjoon to come twice.
"Jimin," he panted. "Play with him."
Jimin didn't need to be told twice.
He quickly got underneath his leader and his fingers went straight to the boys nipples, pinching and teasing one as he sucked on the other, before switching.
Namjoon was now relying solely on the doors and the three boys outside the elevator to hold him up.
"J-J-Jimin!" He gasped, his eyes screwed shut as Yoongi fucked him and Jimin swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud.
He moaned, his pleasure spiking once again as he finally came a second time, coming with a cry.
Yoongi cussed upon hearing that and he finally finished as well, shooting his load deep inside the tight wet heat.
Namjoon wailed, his sweaty, flushed body spasming slightly as he was filled.
Yoongi took a moment before he finally slid out. He bent down and studied his come slowly leaking back out of the wet cunt.
He smirked, unable to resist attaching his mouth to the opening and sticking his tongue inside of Namjoon again, tasting his own came.
Namjoon screeched in over stimulation. "H-hyung! P-p-please!"
Yoongo only tortured him for a few more moments before he pulled back and wiped his mouth.
Hoseok slapped the elevator button and the doors slid open.
Namjoon groaned, falling forward. His legs were too weak to keep him standing any longer.
Luckily, his oldest hung and the two youngest were there to catch him.
He buried his face in Seokjins chest, barely hearing the whispers of praise the boy was saying in his ear.
Hands grabbed his skirt and panties, pulling them back up his legs and over his hips.
They guided him down the hallway to a bathroom and used the sink and paper towels to clean him up.
They kept praising him, telling him how good he was for them and in Namjoon's fucked out mind, he loved every word. He loved his members and they loved him.
It was a few more minutes before Namjoon could stand up again, and he winced at the soreness of his lower half.
Jimin and Yoongi rubbed the boys sides, where the elevator doors had caused bruises to form.
"You okay now, sweet girl?" Seokjin hummed, wiping the boys face with a cool towel.
Namjoon just nodded, holding Jimin and Yoongi's hands.
Hoseok smirked. "Not gunna be a fussy, bossy bitch anymore today?"
Namjoon shook his head.
"Good girl." Hoseok leaned forward and kissed the leaders lips.
They exited the bathroom and Taehyung led them back to the room.
Namjoon leaned against his members, feeling their warm hands on his arms, back and shoulders and sighed happily.
He loved his job.