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The rising sun cast rosy and golden rays of light through the window, tinting everything inside the large room and bewitching the early morning.
Three unphased figures laid sprawled out in the humongous bed, breathing softly. There was no rush to meet the start of the day and welcome it with open and willing arms. Time was only an imaginary construct, created by alienated minds.
Unexplored worlds and endless possibilities were the most important things at the moment. Nightmares were banished, just peace and the synchronous beating of the three hearts present, were allowed.
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„What are you doing?“ Hoseok whispered in a raspy, but at the same time kind of smooth tone, while his curious eyes found Taehyung‘s face.
The sunshine of the bunch had awakened, yet again, with the first signs of light at the horizon of the city.
Jimin always said that he must somehow be connected to the real sun, not needing an alarm clock in any way and being present instantly, the second their world was touched by brightness. Yoongi, not infrequently, told Jimin that Hoseok was probably yearning for this kind of brightness, not being able to stand the darkness anymore.
„…Nothing.“ Taehyung mumbled, also whispering as to not wake the third person in their shared bed.
He had been retracted back to reality a good two minutes ago and his messy, dark hair matched the sleepy eyes he wore perfectly. Tae looked even more innocent and naive when he had just woken up, not being able to open his big eyes just yet and pouting cutely. Hoseok wanted to cuddle the boy almost to death, fondle his head excessively and make him fall asleep again to rest for another hour or two, just so he could stare creepily at Tae‘s angelic face a little while longer. There were two very present factors though, that kept him from doing exactly that. One ; Namjoon was still laying between them, snoring a little and therefore successfully blocking the way to Taehyung with his muscular and overall big body (- seriously, his body was almost freakishly athletic by now, he reminded Hoseok of a hotter version of fucking Hercules or something) Two ; The heavy, white sheets right above where Taehyung‘s hips must have been, moved in a suspicious way, and Hoseok couldn't ignore that. He couldn‘t even keep his eyes off the alluring movements if his life depended on it.
„Doesn't look like nothing .“, he opted to say, after raising a brow and listening intently to the quiet rustling of the sheets. „Looks like something .“, he added after realizing that the other one most likely wasn't going to answer. Taehyung, indeed, looked like he was too concentrated to reply anything, his eyelids fluttered close and his breathing became irregular, his beautiful chest rising and lowering more rapidly now. His thick brows were pulled together and his pouty lips slightly opened.
„Hey!“ Hoseok hissed at last, trying his best to scan the curly-headed one warningly without drooling at the same time. „What?“ Taehyung finally snapped, stilling all current movements at once and turning to Hoseok with a rather annoyed expression. „Stop that.“ The older one told him, all his remaining willpower stuffed into the words, and shook his head slightly to underline the still whispered words. „Why?“ Tae asked him blankly, the displeased undertone in his voice not going unnoticed by Hobi. „You shouldn't take the fucking risk to wake your hyung just because you‘ve got morning wood, that‘s why . And besides, it‘s sin-ful . Did you know that?“ - „So is cursing, you idiot.“
„Stop. Talking.“ Namjoon suddenly interrupted with a frighteningly deep voice, his eyes still closed as if he hadn‘t woken up from the gabbling. „Told you.“ Hoseok immediately bickered a little louder now. Keeping it low volume had just become unnecessary anyway. Taehyung, on the other hand, was a bit too startled to say something right away and chose to pull his hand out from his pajama pants first, praying that Namjoon hadn‘t noticed his doings already.
„That is sooo your fault. I didn‘t even make a single sound before you chose to babble on and on about-“ - „Didn‘t I just say shut the fuck up ?“ Namjoon cut in again, his voice even deeper and more stern than before, though he kept his eyes closed continuously. Tae and Hobi ducked their heads, knowing what would happen if they continued arguing.
The room slowly filled with silence again, and while Hoseok kept peeking over at Namjoons unmoving face, Taehyung tried to will his boner away. Not even a minute of peace and quiet passed, before loud noises could be heard from the hallway. Someone let a door slam shut and their heavy steps seemingly echoed along the entire floor. Then another bang rang through to them and Namjoon's eyes flew open in an instant, his growling indicating that he was ready for murder.
„That wasn‘t us.“ Tae blurted out nervously. „Yeah, duh . It came from Jin‘s room.“ Hobi sassed, rolling his eyes pointedly. „But Jin is safe, you know? Joonie would never criticize his Jinnie . Jin is su-pe-rior. Jin is the all-time-favorite. He would never ever see anything remotely wrong with Jin . Not even when it was in the middle of the night and Jin would throw a fucking party next door.“ Hoseok's rant came unexpected for both Tae and Namjoon and although Taehyung‘s reaction was to suppress a nervous laugh, because - damn Hobi was bold for talking like this right in front of their daddy, Namjoon did not find it funny in the least.
The leader knew that he should not take this lightly right now and probably ask Hoseok calmly where all of this was coming from, why he felt like Namjoon would treat Jin differently than he would treat him. This statement practically screamed for a long and controlled conversation. They should sit down and talk about Hoseok’s feelings and thoughts extensively, especially because the boy had never expressed anything like this ever before. There was never an ounce of unhappiness regarding Namjoon’s relationship with him or Jin, nor was there even a spark of jealousy shown on Hobi‘s part. Quite the opposite to be honest. Hoseok was the only one of Bangtan‘s members who never got jealous in any type of way and enjoyed the little affectionate gestures among them the most, even when he was not included. He always said that it already filled his heart seeing them love each other.
Namjoon should have opened his mouth right then and there and asked what was bothering his Hope, but instead he chose to take a different route.
In a matter of seconds his mind woke up fully, he raised a brow authoritatively and jutted his chin forward in a dangerous way. Before he said anything, he pushed his torso up and came to a seating position in which he leaned his back against the wooden headboard of the bed. „Up. And come here.“ He merely ordered, pointing in front of him with a simple head movement. If Hoseok wasn‘t terrified enough yet, Tae would gladly jump over and obey the order himself at this point. To the younger‘s relief, Hobi seemed to finally catch on to the earnestness he had caused, and got up on all fours. His bitter expression did not leave his face just yet, but he climbed over their leader‘s lap and at least faced him. With a quick and very rough motion Namjoon grabbed Hoseok’s chin and forcefully made him look straight into his piercing dragon eyes.
Taehyung, still laying beside them, held his breath without noticing while he stared between the two with big eyes. „Do you want to repeat that?“ Namjoon growled, his hot breath fanning the tip of Hoseok‘s nose. „No. I‘m sorry, daddy.“ The boy muttered, already defeated, his lower lip quivering a little bit. „Okay. Then listen up, baby. I don‘t treat any of my subs differently, do you understand? I punish you just the same as I punish Jin. The fact that you have never seen me doing so, doesn‘t mean that it‘s not happening.“ Namjoon’s voice had gotten a lot more calm, but his grip on the other‘s chin was still unrelenting.
Taehyung couldn‘t think about anything besides the evolving image in his head of how Namjoon was punishing Jin - spanking him or denying him an orgasm or torturing him by overstimulation. Fuck, it made him hard all over again just visualizing it. It was true that no one of the other five members had witnessed Jin getting punished by his husband yet and Taeyhung had not thought about it at all until now but the invasive thought made his fantasy run wild. Wait a minute. There was one of the remaining members that could have been there to see what was going on between Namjoon and Jin in their private sessions. Fucking Yoongi hyung must know something as he was the one who had been with them for the longest. He had been there almost right from the start of the relationship. Tae made a mental note to ask his hyung the next chance he got and squeeze it out of the man somehow. He needed to know the details. All of them.
„I understand, daddy.“ Hoseok’s stammered words brought Taehyung back to the present and to what was happening right before his eyes. „Good.“ Namjoon nodded. „We‘re gonna talk about this again after breakfast. Just the two of us. For now, I want you to tell me your color.“ - „Green.“ Hoseok answered without hesitation. He had been turned on extremely since Namjoon had taken his chin with a hard grip and made him submit so easily in front of Taehyung.
„Tae, baby?“ The leader suddenly addressed his other sub, who had felt ignored for the last few minutes and left hanging with a hard dick the whole time. „Yes, daddy?“ He reacted exceedingly well-behaved, showing off his good-boy-manners with a sweet tone of voice and by that made Hoseok roll his eyes.
„I want you to get behind Hobi and fuck him with your fingers. Can you do that, honey?“ What the fuck? How? How did fucking Jung Hoseok earn a fingerfucking just now? Didn‘t he disrespect their daddy just a moment ago? Had Taehyung had a fever dream? „Uhm…yes.“ Taehyung answered, sounding a little more baffled and displeased than he intended to. „And do me another favor, darling. Fuck him slowly. Avoid his prostate. He isn‘t allowed to cum.“ Ah. Now it made sense.
Hoseok opened his mouth on instinct, wanting to complain and argue right away but Namjoon raised both brows challengingly at that and thereby made the sub shut his mouth again without saying anything at all.
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„Shit…Fuck…No, please …fucking hell, go harder.“ Hoseok begged for the thousandth time it seemed, his pleading falling on deaf ears. „I‘ll do anything. I just need a tiny bit more. Please, please, please. “ His face was buried in the crook of his arm and his shameless moaning was therefore a little muffled, but he presented his ass to Taehyung persistently and took the torment he was given quite bravely. His whole body shook as he tried to suppress the urge to just scream his safe word. Hoseok wasn't exactly at his breaking point, he could take hours of the torture if he was determined enough, and he had before, but at the moment all he wanted to do was to be bratty and get his way. It was more of a mental struggle than the actual physical strain he had to endure.
„You can always say ‚red‘ if you need to, baby. There‘s no shame in it. If you can‘t take your punishment, you can‘t take your punishment. Simple as that.“ Namjoon told him, an evil smirk dancing around the corner of his mouth. Why was it that their leader always knew what someone was thinking about? Hobi had not even fully realized himself that he was contemplating to tap out and here Namjoon was, teasing him for the thought alone. It was almost too easy to end it all by uttering one word.
And there truly was no shame in that at all. All of the subs had done it at one point or another and were rewarded with sweet kisses all over their skin, whispered praises and an endless amount of comforting cuddles. In this relationship, it was equally revered to voice your limits as it was to voice your desires. Hoseok could literally stop everything right now and finish himself off and that surely sounded tempting, given the fact that he had been half hard since he had seen Taehyung taking care of his morning wood.
„I won‘t say it. I can do this… - Fuck! “ Hoseok exclaimed bitterly. Tae, behind him, had just reached his prostate and applied pressure for a millisecond, but pulled out his long fingers completely after that. Namjoon gave him a sly look, before running his hand through Hobi‘s hair affectionately. It looked like the two wanted to give their little Hope a short break, a few seconds to calm down and breathe properly.
„Look at me.“ Namjoon ordered in a deep, but sweet tone and leaned back again as Hobi raised his head. The boy‘s face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, his cheeks tinted a bright pink and his eyes were a little unfocused. Namjoon could have literally growled like an animal at the sight alone, but he was determined to not show any type of the effect the destroyed look had on him. Hoseok was panting, his heart-shaped lips parted in the most beautiful way while he tried to calm down enough to look at his daddy properly.
After a moment of complete silence and stillness had passed, Namjoon‘s hand reached for the evident bulge in his own boxers. Slowly he took out his own hard member, stroking it up and down once before letting out a satisfied sigh. Hoseok and Taehyung both watched him with big round eyes, trying to catch every powerful movement right in front of them. It was as if they had never seen their leader‘s cock up close ever before… as if it was a rare sight to see the mafia boss pleasure himself.
And to be honest, it kind of was. While Yoongi and Jungkook had a habit of punishing the subs by denying them skin to skin contact and jerking off right in front of them to let them see what they weren‘t allowed to have - Namjoon had often times chosen to not touch himself at all and thereby punished his subs with the thought that they didn‘t affect him. That was obviously not true, but he just loved the way their eyes started to fill with tears over the fact that they were that much undeserving. He would shower them with love and affection afterwards and let them suck him off or give him a handjob anyway. All in all, the leader almost never pleasured himself, he had his boyfriends to do that for him.
That is why Taehyung and Hoseok were mesmerized by the sight and both gulped inaudibly. When Namjoon fixated his eyes on Hoseok‘s already worn out face and decided to relieve the built up pressure in his lower stomach, he hadn‘t thought about how it would faze them. He just brought his palm up to Hoseok‘s mouth and the other knew right away what to do. After Hobi had lapped at the presented skin, Namjoon resumed stroking himself a little faster now. On sheer instinct Hoseok leaned forward, his mouth watering and the burning desire flaming up inside of him to wrap his lips around the shaft instantly. Namjoon though, had other ideas and prevented Hobi‘s lips from touching him at the last second by holding the front part of his boyfriend‘s hair in a fist and keeping his head still.
„Open your mouth.“ He rasped out and Hoseok complied, delighted by the change of events. Tae, who was still behind him, fought the urge to open his mouth as well and kept on watching them intently. While Namjoon‘s hand movements became faster and more sporadically, he let out a few moans and grunts, letting the tip of his dick touch Hoseok’s lips only a few times and spreading his precum on them. Hobi was eager to taste every little drop he was able to catch even though the displeasing realization hit him that he wouldn‘t be allowed to more than just that.
„Fuck“, Namjoon gritted out after a while, flicking his wrist and bucking his hips up slightly. „ Fucking nuisance… fucking brat…thought he could fucking disrespect me…what a pathetic, dumb thing.“ With every word Namjoon seemingly said to himself, his grip on Hoseok’s hair tightened, up to the point where Hobi couldn‘t concentrate anymore and only blissfully smiled from the burning sensation on his scalp. „I‘m gonna fucking cum in your mouth.“ That promise reeled Hoseok back in, so his glistening eyes popped open again. „Yes, please.“ He answered in a small voice, but Namjoon just smirked evilly and arrogantly raised an eyebrow at that. „I wasn‘t talking to you, slut. You don‘t deserve anything right now.“ Namjoon‘s cold gaze hit Hoseok like a well-aimed punch right in the fucking face. Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes, but he couldn‘t deny how the disregarding and humiliating action made his own cock twitch uncontrollably either.
Taehyung on the other hand lunged forward as soon as Namjoon‘s domineering eyes landed on him. A light chuckle echoed through the room as Taehyung obediently opened his mouth right next to Hobi. Namjoon‘s hand left Hoseok and instead found the curly-headed boy‘s cheek in an affectionate manner. Tae let his eyes flutter close while his leader‘s thumb traced lovingly over his skin and praise fell on his ears. „Good boy. You always know how to please me. You know your place so well.“ Namjoon said, still jerking his cock, but now aiming the tip at Taehyung. „You fucking deserve the world, baby. And I will give it to you. I will fucking spoil you until you have it all.“ With that Namjoon shot his cum directly into Taehyung‘s awaiting mouth, all over his lips and chin and also over his own hand, moaning beautifully all the while and stroking himself through his high rapidly.
His muscular chest moved up and down in a bewitching way that made Hoseok watch on like he was in a trance. „Swallow, my love.“ The leader allowed after he caught his breath, nodding towards the raven-haired boy. Taehyung obeyed and swallowed everything he had caught.
Meanwhile, Namjoon‘s large hand found Hoseok’s head again and he fondled him lovingly. „…Daddy?“ Hoseok tried after calming down as well, looking between Taehyung and Namjoon with puppy dog eyes although he didn‘t quite know what he wanted to say. „You did good, sunshine.“ Namjoon soothed him at once, smiling down at his sub warmly. „You took your punishment well. It's over now.“ He said with the most adoration anyone could put into these simple words. „Can I kiss you?“ Hoseok asked, still not sure what he felt in that particular moment other than still being extremely turned on and desperately in need of some more affection. „Of course, my darling.“ Namjoon could have melted at the cute plea and he swore part of his heart just floated away into the clouds. The kiss was indeed as sweet as could be. Namjoon cupped Hoseok‘s face with both hands and the other merely sighed in contentment as he tasted the bottom lip of his dom.
Taehyung looked at both of them and almost whined, but Namjoon released his Hope just in time to give his other sub the same amount of attention. Their kiss was a little more heated as Taehyung wanted to give his daddy the opportunity to taste himself on his tongue and Namjoon just couldn‘t restrain himself when he felt Hoseok nudging his nose against his neck. „I love you, both. You know that, right?“ He asked after Taehyung had distanced himself in order to gently kiss those parts of Hobi‘s face that he could reach. „We love you too, daddy.“ They answered in unison.
„And we will talk about everything that was said. Do you want to shower now, have breakfast and then -“ - „No.“ Hoseok interrupted quickly, raising his head from the comfortable position it was in. „I wanna…uhm…“ - „You want to…?“ Namjoon encouraged, already knowing what the brunette was trying to say. „I…you know…I wanna…You said my punishment is over.“ Hoseok still fought to voice his desire. „I did. But you have to tell me what it is that you want, baby. Otherwise I can‘t give you what you need.“ - „IwantTaehyungtofingermeagain“ … Namjoon sniggered and even though it definitely would have been fun to pretend he hadn‘t been able to understand, he didn‘t feel the need to torture his little Hope any further. „Well, then be a good baby and ask Taehyung nicely.“
With a heavy pout and begging eyes Hoseok turned his head to Tae and the man wasn‘t able to do anything other than let out a sound of deep affection for his sweet hyung. „Can you please finger me again, Tae?“ He asked and before Hoseok could realize it, Taehyung was behind him again, circling his rim with his long fingers and kissing his back in the process.
It wasn‘t long before a string of beautiful moans filled the space again and because Taehyung wasn‘t avoiding his hyung’s prostate anymore, the older man was lost in his pleasure completely. He didn‘t notice how Namjoon moved to get behind Taehyung and circled his arms around the younger‘s waist. He didn‘t hear the endless praises he whispered into Taehyung’s ear while Tae continued to fingerfuck him and jerked himself off with the other hand at the same time. All Hobi could do was chase his orgasm and push back at the long fingers inside of him.