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It was two, almost three in the morning when Taehyung was woken up by the loud sound of thunder and about ten flashes of lightning in a row. Glancing out of his window with large eyes, he noticed that the few drops of rain here and there that he'd seen before going to sleep had now turned into a full-blown storm with rain crashing down from the sky nonstop. It was dark out--Not even the moon was out--and all he could see was the branches of the trees swaying around wildly.

Every time the lightning struck, he sunk down more and more into his bed, hiding until his whole face aside from his eyes was covered by the blanket. It did nothing to bring him any comfort.

The storm was loud. The booms of thunder, the crackling sounds the lightning made, the rain thudding harshly against the window, the branches of the trees closest to the house banging up against it as well.

He was thanking his lucky stars that he was in big space right now. If big space Tae was terrified right now, he didn't even want to think about how little space Tae would react if he was witnessing such an intense storm.

Taehyung usually wasn't afraid of storms, but he was trembling with fear this time. Maybe it was because it'd been a long time since a bad storm like this had happened, or maybe it was because this time it was happening at night. Maybe it was because this time he was all alone when usually, he was with his boyfriends--

Right! That's what the problem was.

Taehyung took a few deep breaths and squeezed his eyes shut until he could muster up the courage to get out of bed. When he finally did, he tossed his covers to the side and slowly climbed out of bed before grabbing his favorite blanket and PenPen--Who he still absolutely adored even out of little space--and then hurriedly waddling toward the door, almost tripping over his blanket as he did.

He clumsily opened the door and quickly stepped out of his room once another lightning strike lit it up. Once he got into the hallway, he froze in place.

It was pitch black out here and the hair on the back of his neck was rising as panic began to rise in his chest. Some ghost or demon or monster could be lurking in the shadows watching him right now and he wouldn't even know it!

'Focus, V!' He mentally scolded himself. He was too damn old to be worried about a demon hiding out in the shadows. Besides, even if there was one, he was so pretty that it'd probably just wanna fuck him. At least, that's what he told himself to make himself feel better.

He rocked on the heels of his feet as he tried to figure out what to do next. He'd safely made it out of his room and into the hallway, but now what? There were six rooms to go into, and he wasn't sure which one he should enter.

He liked being around Yoongi when he was scared because the man always made him feel safe. They all did, but Taehyung was convinced that Yoongi could beat anyone—or anything's—ass, or even just scare any threats off with one cold look. Taehyung really admired his hyung—but let's not get distracted here.

Despite wanting to head straight to Yoongi's room, Taehyung stopped himself. What were the odds of him going in there, disturbing the man's sleep, and not getting punched in the throat for it?

'Maybe I should reconsider.' He thought to himself.

There was always Jin, but he kicked, punched, and bitch slapped people in his sleep, or at least, he pretended to be asleep when the kicking, punching, and bitch slapping was going on.

Then there was Joonie—Very cuddly, warm and comforting especially during times like these, but Taehyung could hear him snoring even from a few doors down.

Next.

There was Jungkook, who had a rule when it came to people sleeping in his bed. He'd even made an entire song about it, but Taehyung could only remember the first part.

"If you wanna sleep in my bed, you're gonna have to give me some head."

It was down to Jimin or Hoseok.

Both of which were even bigger punk asses than Taehyung himself. Speaking of which—

The two came stumbling out of their rooms around the same time—Taehyug could hear their doors opening and knew that it was them since the sound was close to him.

Hoseok had his phone clutched in hand and turned the flashlight on with a loud yelp as he heard the noise of Jimin coming out too. He clutched his chest and sighed in relief as he saw it was only the Mochi and not some demon. "What are you doing out here? Are you scared of the storm too?" He asked quietly.

"N-No, that's childish. I just wanted a glass of water." Jimin scoffed before jumping and practically throwing himself onto Hoseok as another loud boom of thunder was heard.

"Well, I've been called a tall glass of water before," Hoseok chuckled as he remembered all the older American ladies who'd complimented his good looks by calling him that. "But you can't drink me so get off, wimp."

"You're not in any position to be insulting me!" Jimin growled, gesturing toward Hoseok's comfort pillow and blanket, both of which he was clinging to.

Hoseok was kind enough not to say anything about Jimin's own comfort blanket and the RJ that he was holding tightly.

"Whose room are you guys going to?"

Both of them jumped, shrieked and clung to each other as they turned to look at Taehyung, who'd finally decided to make his presence known rather than listening to the married couple bicker all night.

"How long have you been there?!"

"Don't scare us like that!"

They shouted in unison and Taehyung sent them an annoyed stare as Hobi continued shining his light right in his face.

Hobi's face softened as he saw that Tae was holding his elephant and his favorite blanket. "Are you little right now?" He asked.

"No." Taehyung rubbed his eyes, lips pouting as he began to feel sleepy again. The storm waking him up and scaring the shit out of him had filled him with adrenaline before, but now he was ready to get back to sleep.

"I'm going to Namjoonie." Jimin answered.

"I'm going to SeokJinnie's." Hobi stated.

"Yoongi's it is." Taehyung shrugged. Aside from Jungkook, everyone would have someone to sleep with this way.

"Do you have a death wish?" Jimin questioned. "If you go in there right now, you won't come out alive."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." Taehyung stated before turning to head to Yoongi's room. He heard the other boys muttering amongst themselves as he opened the door and slipped in quietly, making his way over to the bed and taking a deep breath before shaking the older man's shoulder softly.

"Yoongi hyung!" He whisper-yelled.

Yoongi grunted and turned to his side.

"Hyung!" Taehyung continued shaking him until the man sucked in a deep breath and let out a few deep purrs before turning onto his back again.

The man's eyes opened and squinted immediately as he saw the shadow hovering over him. "I hope for your sake I'm just dreaming." He muttered before punching Taehyung in the gut.

Taehyung grunted and nearly toppled over, but managed to hold himself up as Yoongi glared at him.

"The storm, hyung. T-There's a storm!"

"You woke me up just to tell me there's a god damn storm going on?"

"I'm scared!" The younger boy wailed.

"Are you in little space?"

"No!" Taehyung grumbled. It was as if they were only capable of being nice to him if he was indeed little. Big Tae was starting to get sick of that!

His point was only proven with Yoongi's next words.

"Well then, get the hell out and let me sleep."

Taehyung huffed and ignored the man. He'd come all the way in here, there was no way he was going back out, especially not with how the house seemed to be shaking with the roar of the thunder now.

'Even the damn house is quivering in fear.'

He rolled Yoongi over quickly—Nearly tossing the man completely out of bed with the force—And crawled in next to him, muttering to himself about how mean his hyung could be.

Yoongi wanted to kill him but didn't have the energy, so he allowed the boy to settle in next to him and snake his way closer. After a few moments of silence, Yoongi grunted and elbowed the younger boy. "I don't like being the little spoon."

"Why not? You're little so—"

Taehyung cut himself off with a loud grunt as he was elbowed once again, this time with a lot more force.

Taehyung grumbled to himself and took his arms off from around Yoongi, though he made sure to keep his leg thrown over the man's waist.

Yoongi ignored the fact that he was clinging to the edge of the bed because of Tae even though there was tons of space left if only the boy would just scoot over, and shut his eyes again.

It wasn't even a good five minutes later--when he was just falling asleep again--when the door was flung open.

Taehyung screamed right in the man's ear and kneed him right in the lower back, thinking the door had opened because of an angry ghost or something. But no, it was just Jungkook.

"Ah, Taehyungie, fancy seeing you here. Scary storm, huh?" The maknae questioned as he came in and slid into bed next to them.

"What the hell—"

Yoongi was about to start swearing when Jungkook shushed him.

"Let's not talk too much, okay hyung? I'm going back to sleep. Night."

The maknae took up more than half of the bed so now Yoongi was really clinging to the edge for dear life. The boy moved around for a good two minutes until he was more than comfortable, and then he was snoring.

Yoongi couldn't believe how his life had turned out. How had it ended up like this? What kind of terrible decisions had he made in the past to end up in this predicament right now? 3am, two maknaes in his bed, and he wasn't getting any sleep.

He didn't deserve this.

He contemplated his entire life—Or as some may call it, had an existential crisis—for a while until sleep almost took over him again.

Almost.

And then the door opened again.

This time, four shadows were stood in the doorway.

"They wanted to come in here since they knew Taehyung and Jungkook would probably be in here too," Jin explained tiredly as he lead a scared-looking Hoseok into the room, the boy gripping his hand tightly. "They wanted us all to be together."

He spoke for an adorably timid looking Hobi and Jimin.

Yoongi would've thought that they made a cute sight of it wasn't three in the fucking morning.

"Here's an idea. You can all go be together in somebody else's room." He growled.

This just wasn't fair. It was the second time in three days that he was woken up in the middle of the night to deal with absolute bullshit. He figured that after the incident with little Tae just a short few days ago, he wouldn't have to deal with something like this again for a while. But here they are.

Taehyung sighed and sat up abruptly, jolting Jungkook awake and nearly making Yoongi fall off the bed as he did. He paid them no mind, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a yawn. "I'm not really sleepy anymore."

Much to Yoongi's dismay, Jimin and Hobi muttered their agreements.

"I don't think any of us will be getting any sleep until this storm dies down—" Another loud clap of thunder and several lightning strikes. Yoongi's eyes widened with horror. Not because of the storm, but because of the terrifying words Jin had just uttered. "I'll make us some snacks."

Yoongi wanted to scream but he couldn't utter a sound, veins turning ice-cold as he felt several things—Rage, disbelief, rage, hatred, rage—at once.

"Stop looking at me like that, Min Yoongi, and get up!" Jin scolded after noticing the deadly look he was receiving from the agitated man. "You won't be complaining while eating my snacks, now will you?"

***

Yoongi held his plate full of chocolate chip cookies—Which had been pushed into the back of the fridge and saved for a time like this and now heated to the perfect temperature in the microwave—In one hand and his glass of warm milk in the other. His brow furrowed, lips pouted and cheeks puffed out to show that he was angry even as he chewed. He was still grumpy and he still didn't fucking want to be up right now, but the cookies were good, although he wouldn't admit that.

All sorts of sugary snacks that they'd regret eating later were scattered across the coffee table, glasses of milk, tea, and maybe a coffee cup filled with wine—Jin— resting between them. They'd turned the TV on to light up the living room at least a little, but they muted it to keep Yoongi from fussing.

The first twenty minutes in the living room were spent silently snacking. After they finished their comforting snacks, they all threw their trash away and then gathered together on their largest couch, still being squished against each other despite how big it was.

They piled all of their blankets on top of each other before getting comfortable.

They sat in a comfortable silence that even Yoongi couldn't deny enjoying—Up until Jung fucking Hoseok had to ruin it.

"Remember the corset and latex incident?" He snorted.

Everyone groaned, laughed, sucked in sharp breaths, and reached over to smack him with wide eyes collectively.

"Why would you say that when you know how I feel?!" Jimin fake cried.

"We don't talk about that incident." Jungkook glared harshly and clenched his jaw as Taehyung snickered.

"I don't know, Jungkook, I'd kinda like to talk about it." He teased. "Ah, I remember it just like it was yesterday..."

***

Jungkook felt absolutely ridiculous, but his boyfriends were willing to try things out for him, so why wouldn't he try things out for them? He kept reminding himself of that as a giggling Hoseok tied the leather, black corset that he was wearing up tightly.

He was wearing a black, latex face mask which only covered his eyes, a beautiful, leather corset that was shiny and looked gorgeous against his skin, and his hands were covered with fingerless, latex gloves while his legs were covered in latex pants—tights? Whatever, it was latex. The pants had a hole cut in the crotch of them so that his dick was the only thing not covered by them.

He felt absolutely ridiculous.

But his boyfriends were willing to try things out for him, so why wouldn't he try things out for them?

He kept reminding himself of that. He had to.

"Well, I think you look pretty—"

"Shut the fuck up." Jungkook cut off Hobi who began cackling uncontrollably at the situation.

Jungkook could admit that the smooth, shiny, black material looked amazing up against his tanned skin, but that didn't make him feel any less ridiculous.

He'd only dressed up like this because Park Horny Jimin had revealed that he had a bit of a latex kink and thought that Jungkook would also look amazing in a corset. Jimin also enjoyed breathplay, and this would only make it more enjoyable for him. Latex and corsets were both things that left no room for breathing correctly, or so he'd jokingly said when telling Jungkook about his kink.

With a little convincing, the boy had managed to get Jungkook to try this out with him, and that is why Jungkook was currently complaining about his ribcage being squeezed like a lemon soon to be turned into lemonade as Hoseok finished tying the corset up.

"I had less trouble breathing when Jin Hyung got mad at me and put a plastic bag over my head." He grumbled to himself. "I can't feel my left ribs and the right ones hurt like a bitch. Is this safe?"

"If it's not, at least you can say your waist is snatched." Hobi grinned as he eyed Jungkook through the mirror.

Jungkook hated the fact that he agreed with that.

His body looked amazing. Seriously, this corset was working wonders for his figure—He shook his head to himself at the thought. "Dude, this makes me look so gay." He muttered.

"So do our five boyfriends when they're giving you dick—" Hobi was cut off by Jungkook's glare. "Anygays," The older man cleared his throat. "You're all ready. Just go in, fuck him, and get out. That's all there is to it."

"Are you my pimp now?" The maknae grumbled before pushing past the man without so much as a thank you for the fact that he'd taken the time to tie all those damn confusing corset laces. Hobi scoffed and shook his head at the ungrateful boy.

"I'd look better in that outfit anyways..." He muttered once the maknae was out of earshot.

Jungkook took a deep breath before heading into the playroom and closing the door behind him.

Jimin was already on the bed, waiting patiently for the boy to show up—And by patiently I mean he was already stroking his cock and damn close to reaching the orgasm that he wasn't supposed to be having without permission from Jungkook.

Jungkook tsk'd and shook his head, the small sound causing the older boy to jump and try to pretend he wasn't masturbating although he'd clearly been caught.

"I get all dressed up for you and you can't even wait for me to come in to get started?" Jungkook teased. "Where are your manners?"

"Sorry, sir!" Jimin squeaked, licking his lips as he hungrily eyed Jungkook. "Wow! You look...Wow!"

Jungkook began to feel more confident as he saw the way Jimin's eyes refused to look away from his body, and how the boy's cock twitched as he took in the sight. "You like it?"

"You look even better than I imagined!" Jimin exclaimed happily.

Jungkook grinned as he went over to lay beside Jimin on the bed, immediately pulling the boy on top of him afterward. Neither of them was in the mood for foreplay tonight. Jimin already looked close to coming just from the sight of Jungkook alone, and Jungkook was already beginning to sweat.

This latex thing really wasn't for him, but he felt good fulfilling one of his boyfriend's fantasies and he liked how much this seemed to be affecting Jimin. While the latex wasn't necessarily a turn on for Jungkook, seeing his boyfriend so happy looking and all worked up certainly was.

Jimin slowly stroked Jungkook's cock until he felt it hardening under his fingertips, pressing kisses all over Jungkook's neck as he did.

"Are you gonna ride me or what?" Jungkook grinned as the older boy traced his fingers all along the corset he was wearing.

Jimin immediately lowered himself onto Jungkook's member, moaning lewdly as he did, the feeling of his bare thighs rubbing against Jungkook's latex covered ones nearly driving him crazy.

Jimin's hands found their way up to Jungkook's neck, and he waited until he received a nod from Jungkook before he slowly tightened his grip, watching closely for any signs of Jungkook wanting him to stop.

There were absolutely none.

Jungkook brought his hands up to Jimin's hips and began bouncing the boy on his cock quickly, and Jimin's mouth flew open as he let out yet another moan.

Everything about this was so sexy to Jimin. Not only the feeling of the latex covering Jungkook's thighs, but also the sound of it made Jimin feel like he could explode right then and there. Every time he slid down on Jungkook's cock, the latex squeaked at the contact from his skin, and only added to the other lewd noises in the room—The moaning, the squelching sound as Jungkook's cock slid in and out of Jimin's already lubed up ass, the bed squeaking.

Jimin's cock was brushing up against the leather of the corset Jungkook was wearing at the same time as Jungkook's dick was filling his ass and it felt so good. Jimin's eyes constantly went back and forth between watching his cock on Jungkook's covered stomach and watching his own fingers, squeezing Jungkook's gorgeous neck.

Jungkook looked amazing underneath him, pink lips parted in a desperate attempt to take in more air, though Jimin was sure to make that impossible. His cheeks turning red as the temperature in his body rose quickly. Eyes watering and head spinning from the lack of oxygen.

Above all else, what made this whole thing so amazing was the fact that Jungkook had even been willing to try this for him in the first place. He knew this wasn't Jungkook's cup of tea and he would've completely understood if the boy had refused to do this with him, but he hadn't. He'd wanted to try it out just to please Jimin. He'd persisted, actually.

"You've done things for me that you weren't necessarily into. Why shouldn't I do the same for you? There's no harm in trying something out at least once and who knows, maybe it'll turn out that I like it!" He'd said.

And by the looks of things, it did seem as if he liked it.

Jungkook was lightheaded, the room feeling impossibly humid, the latex squeezing his legs and hands tightly, the corset making him very uncomfortable but in what he now deemed to be a very good way, and the fingers wrapped around his neck doing nothing to make it any easier for him to catch his breath.

He was sweating bullets, which wasn't necessarily a great feeling, but not too bothersome since he couldn't focus on it at the moment. All he could focus on was how good it felt to have Jimin's tight little ass gripping the hell out of his cock.

Jungkook was surprisingly close to reaching his orgasm and they'd only just started. He hadn't been expecting to be so turned on, but now he was trying to keep himself from coming too quickly.

Maybe he wasn't as opposed to this as he'd originally thought he was!

His head was spinning as he squeezed his eyes shut and focused on the feeling of Jimin choking him. This was the part he was used to—Jimin liked choking people and he'd done this to Jungkook a few times before. Usually, this was a reward for consistent good behavior. Very rarely did he get to choke Jungkook, since he was very rarely well behaved for more than a couple hours at a time, but he'd made damn sure to be good for as long as it took to get to do this while Jungkook was all dressed up for him.

It was shocking that Jeon 'I'm an alpha dom and nothing but and anything that makes me look any less than an alpha dom is strictly forbidden' Jungkook agreed to allow one of his subs to choke him, but Jungkook was nothing if not inconsistent as shit.

Anyways.

This was the part he was used to—Jimin's fingers squeezing his neck tightly and preventing him from sucking in the right amount of air until his lungs burned beautifully—but he'd never get sick of it.

In fact, Jungkook would've been just as much of a moaning mess as Jimin was if not for Jimin's tight grip on him.

Needless to say, all was going well.

Until.

Jungkook was being splashed right in the face with a full bucket—Yes, a full bucket—of cold water and then bombarded by the sound of his boyfriends' loud voices, which did nothing to help the pounding in his head.

"Yes! Yes, send an ambulance and a fire truck and the police cars and the FBI and everything, yeah! The emergency?! I told you already! I think I rode my boyfriend to death! Literally! Yes...I meant exactly what I said! Do you really need details?" Jimin was sobbing as he spoke to the 911 operator while being comforted by Hobi, who was rubbing his shoulders to try to get him to relax. "Okay, let me explain it to you again. I was choking my boyfriend while I was riding his dick, right? And one second everything's all good, the next he's out like a light! Yeah! Yeah, I mean he was having a good time—clearly! He came in my ass right before he fainted—"

Jungkook was absolutely horrified to hear Jimin spilling every single detail to some random stranger on the phone, but he didn't have time to stop him before Taehyung was shoving Yoongi—Who'd been the one to pour water over him—Out of the way in order to get to him. "Everybody back up! I'll resuscitate him! Okay CPR...Press his chest to the beat of 'Stayin Alive'... Guys! I need some assistance!"

Knowing what kind of help he needed, Hoseok and Namjoon came over and began scream-singing the song, Taehyung pressing Jungkook's chest way too harshly to the beat. They seemed to be way too into it if you asked Jungkook. They started out looking worried about him but eventually, they got into the song and started dancing and pretending to sing into their fists.

"We should bring him back to life by electrocuting him like how they do at the hospital." Jin tapped his finger against his chin as he thought. "But how are we supposed to do that?"

"I have a few things in the punishment room that could help." Yoongi offered. "But he's got water on him now so I doubt we need anything super professional. We can move him into the bathtub and throw a small toaster in—"

"That's dangerous, Yoongi, you could ruin my tub. I don't want you frying our nice bathtub up. We could take him to the pool instead—"

"Listen to me, lady, I don't give a damn about any of that!" Jimin continued screaming down the phone. "I want you to send out everyone you've got! My boyfriend is probably dead and it's all my fault! God, I really fucked him so good that he died...Having an ass this good is really a blessing and a curse."

Jungkook would've said something if Taehyung wasn't busy blowing spit into his mouth and calling it 'CPR'.

It was a whole minute later when Jungkook was finally able to alert everyone of the fact that he was conscious, although by then the sound of sirens could already be heard getting closer and closer.

"Oh, thank God!" Jimin screamed as he went to tackle Jungkook in a hug. "I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean—I thought you'd give me the signal!" He cried.

Jungkook blushed a little. If things started to get to be a bit too much, he was supposed to give Jimin the signal. And he usually always did, it's just that...Well, this time he'd been so distracted by the orgasm that'd hit him that he was unable to do so.

Plus, the corset really did make it harder to breathe, which actually affected him more than he thought. Jimin knew how long Jungkook could go before needing to breathe properly again and was always sure to allow him the time to do that, but this time, the corset had affected the timing and he hadn't thought about that.

"Don't worry, Jiminie, I'm okay now! It wasn't your fault. I was just a little too distracted to let you know that I needed to breathe." Jungkook chuckled.

Before anything else could be said, there was a loud knock on the door. Jin went over to answer it quickly, and then in stepped two paramedics who got to see Jungkook laid in the middle of the floor wearing his ridiculous outfit, dick still hanging out and all.

He felt sick with embarrassment as they eyed him.

***

"I'm glad you were okay so now I don't have to feel guilty for laughing at you." Hobi snickered loudly along with everyone else besides Jungkook, who glared at the man.

"You think it's so hilarious, huh? Well, it's not like you haven't had your own fair share of mishaps. Remember your golden shower?"

Hoseok immediately stopped laughing at that, lips turning down into a frown as Jungkook started looking smug. "There's no need to bring that up." Hobi mumbled.

"I'd like to hear the story!" Taehyung smirked. He hadn't been there to witness it, but he'd sure love to hear about it.

"I don't think that's a story that ever needs to be told again." Yoongi sighed.

"I'm gonna have to disagree. I'd also like to hear the story." Jimin grinned.

"I think it was a funny story." Namjoon shrugged before starting to tell it.

***

Hoseok and Jimin both enjoyed being degraded, but Hoseok wanted to take his degradation to another level, especially after reading about 'water sports'. He was ashamed to admit that, despite his age, he hadn't heard about such a thing up until 3am on a random Tuesday night when he just couldn't get any sleep, decided to scroll through his secret stan account on Instagram, and ended up reading a dirty fan fiction about himself, Namjoon and Yoongi.

He'd never admit it to anybody, but he read these stories a lot and sometimes tried to recreate them for real in the playroom. What could he say? The fans were creative and sometimes they gave him good ideas. Had it not been for one particular story he'd read on a night like this a few months ago, he never would've tried out wax play with Yoongi. But this isn't about that.

"Hobi, I'm all for trying things out, but are you sure this is something you wanna do?" Yoongi had asked him after the boy had talked to him and Namjoon about what he wanted to try.

There really wasn't much that Yoongi minded doing and he was open to trying things out, but he just wasn't sure about this one. Pee was just like another form of water and he absolutely hated water.

Hoseok had explained to them that he wanted to try two things out with them.

1.) Having to get their permission to relieve his bladder and not receiving that permission for a very, very long time, until maybe he ended up pissing himself which would result in punishment if he couldn't manage to hold it.

2.) Being pissed on by both of them as said punishment.

Yoongi was okay with the second one--He didn't care where he pissed as long as he got to piss, although he couldn't imagine wanting someone to pee on you, but to each his own--But the first one was the problem. While the idea of Hoseok wetting himself wasn't a particularly bad image, him peeing himself would create a large, smelly mess, one that someone would have to clean up and Yoongi wanted nothing to do with that.

He just wasn't used to dealing with pee. He'd never even changed baby Tae before! And baby Tae wore a diaper--One that prevented him from getting his piss everywhere anyway. Hoseok wouldn't do that, which meant that wherever he peed...Would actually be covered in pee.

"Yes, I'd really like to try it! A lot of people seem to be really into this and I'd like to see what all the hype is about!" Hobi beamed.

Yoongi side-eyed Namjoon and decided to let him answer for them because all Yoongi was thinking right now was 'And by a lot of people seem to be really into this, you mean a lot of weirdos who only come out to play on the dark web at 3 am.'

But he didn't wanna say that aloud and have Hoseok thinking that he was kink-shaming, and he couldn't really throw shade at anyone else when they were all into some arguably weird things themselves.

"We'll think about it." Was Namjoon's only answer. He made sure to use his dominant voice, which made Hobi nod without argument and get up to leave to let the two of them discuss it.

When he was out of earshot, Namjoon grinned at Yoongi. "Imagine how powerful we'll feel watching our piss dripping down his body. It'll give us a feeling of ownership! We own the slut, we get to do whatever we want to him and he likes it! In fact, he was the one to ask for it! He wants everything we have to give him, even our piss! Doesn't that sound appealing to you?"

It did. It really did. Yoongi liked the sound of it from the very beginning, but they had to think practically. After every play session came the cleanup session. "Where exactly in our nice, clean house are we gonna let him wet himself? Or even pee on him? I wouldn't even do that in the punishment room because the punishment room is my baby and I don't want it smelling like pee!" He nearly pouted. "And who is supposed to clean up afterward? He won't be able to, he'll be busy being taken care of."

"Dude, don't you know that showers are a thing?" Namjoon chuckled.

Yoongi thought about it for a few moments before wringing his fingers together. Yeah, doing that in the shower would be the easiest solution because it'd obviously be very easy to clean up afterward, but...He didn't want Hobi to piss himself in the shower. That was too easy.

He liked the thought of the man being somewhere random, either within the house or outside of it, and having such a full bladder that he'd be unable to hold it in any longer. He liked the idea of Hobi just...Pissing himself...Regardless of where he was and whether or not people were around because he was so desperate and he just couldn't hold it anymore. He couldn't imagine how embarrassed the boy would be afterward, especially if they were in public surrounded by strangers.

Obviously, that would never happen. Playing outside of the house and around other people who hadn't consented to it was wrong and it's not like they were a bunch of random boys anyway, they were BTS.

The headlines would be insane if something like that happened out in public.

The thought made Yoongi's cock twitch.

Namjoon watched Yoongi carefully and with a smirk on his face as he realized exactly what the man must've been thinking about. He'd thought about it too. Although it'd never happen, he did enjoy the thought.

"We'll figure it out all in due time." Yoongi answered, too distracted by the throbbing in his cock to come up with anything better to say. "It's been a long time since you've sucked me." He stated pointedly.

Namjoon was very rarely in the mood to suck cock, but it just so happened that he was in the mood today.

***

It was two months later when it finally happened. Hoseok finally couldn't take it anymore and ended up pissing himself.

They'd been controlling his bladder for the last two months now, telling him when he was allowed to use the restroom and when he wasn't, forcing him to hold it for longer and longer each time and forcing him to drink lots and lots of fluids as they did. They'd just been teasing him, knowing his limits and knowing how long he could manage to hold it. They knew how excited he got when he started feeling as if it was impossible to restrain himself any longer, and he was looking forward to the 'punishment' he'd get if he failed to follow orders. But they always allowed him to use the bathroom just when he thought he was about to lose control.

He'd be slightly disappointed that there'd be no punishment this time, but pissing after holding it for so long always felt amazing so he couldn't be too mad.

Namjoon and Yoongi had decided one day, though, that it was time to finally let it happen. They were going to force him to hold it until he literally couldn't anymore. They were going to push him past his limits and watch as he wet himself, and then they were going to punish him for it.

And that's exactly what happened.

Hoseok had woken up bright and early that morning and he'd been drinking bottles of water upon bottles of water as his masters demanded him to, all the way up until late evening. He felt like he was about to explode with piss, and around 8pm, he just couldn't hold it anymore.

He was near tears as he begged to go to the bathroom, only to be told no once again. He'd asked three times in the last three hours now, and he was warned not to ask again unless he wanted to be punished. He did as told and stayed quiet, all the way up until he was letting out a few broken sobs as he wet himself, right in the middle of his bed, which he'd been lying on.

Namjoon and Yoongi had played it smart and sent him to his room. If he was going to wet himself, it needed to be on his own sheets at least. Plus, Hoseok was a little freak and had a camera in his room which was always rolling more often than not, which meant they'd still get to see him wetting himself later. He enjoyed being 'watched' which is why his doms always made sure to watch the recordings back just to make sure that he was behaving himself even in the confines of his own room. More often than not, he wasn't.

Hearing his pathetic crying, the two doms made it into his room feigning concern, only to be met with a beautiful sight which made them both smirk. Hobi's bottom lip trembled and his eyes glistened with tears as he stared up at them with a guilty expression.

"I'm s-sorry." He nearly whined.

"Sorry doesn't excuse the fact that you broke daddy's rules," Yoongi pouted. "You know what has to happen now."

Hoseok felt better immediately after being reminded of what his punishment would be.

He was pulled out of the puddle of his own pee and led carefully to the punishment room bathroom, pushed into the shower and forced to his knees.

Yoongi and Namjoon had prepared for this as well, drinking their own fair share of fluids.

They all stripped as quickly as they could and then BAM! It was happening. Hoseok was kneeling before his masters, getting covered in piss.

He didn't mind it at first. He enjoyed the warm sensation of it and liked that his masters were claiming him in another way—by covering him with their piss. He liked how low he felt, kneeling and being used as a toilet. He liked the taunting things that his masters were saying to him as they relieved their bladders as well.

"On the floor, covered in our piss. Just where he belongs, don't you think, hyung?"

"He's finally making himself useful, being a good little toilet for us. At least he's capable of doing something right. He might not be able to follow simple instructions and actually listen to and obey his daddies like a good slut is supposed to, but at least he can sit there and let us piss on him."

God, Hoseok loved that part.

What he didn't love was the pee filling his mouth, nose, and eyes as he accidentally held his head back too far and opened his eyes after realizing that he was tasting piss.

Up until that point, it was a great experience, but he drew the line at tasting pee. It was disgusting and he'd never tasted anything worse in his life and now he couldn't breathe because it was up his nose as well and God was it burning the shit out of his eyes and was it possible to go blind because of this?!

He coughed and sputtered loudly, weakly shouting the word 'Cinnamon!' out, which happened to be his safe word.

Namjoon and Yoongi both gasped after hearing it, panic setting into the younger who couldn't deal with a safeword in a cool-headed way like Yoongi could. All he knew was that he immediately needed to stop what he was doing whenever he heard a safeword, but his bladder wasn't empty yet and he didn't know how to stop pissing so what exactly could he do aside from turn around and start pissing on Yoongi instead?

It's not that he meant to aim for Yoongi, but he was right next to him so...

"Namjoon what the fuck?!" Yoongi yelled as he tried to block Namjoon's piss from getting all over his side with his hand to no avail, of course.

"He said his safeword!" Namjoon yelled over the still coughing and gagging boy on the ground.

"Stop pissing on me!" Yoongi nearly whined.

"There's nowhere else to turn!"

Yes, there literally was. Yoongi quickly turned Namjoon to face the same wall that he'd turned to face upon hearing the word.

They both finished relieving themselves around the same time that Hoseok stopped coughing. It was deadly silent in that shower as they all looked around at one another.

Hoseok's eyes were bright red and he looked about ready to shrivel up and die. "What the hell do you guys eat for your piss to be tasting like that?! I might as well have gone down into the sewers and drank that instead! It would've tasted better!"

"Hey, don't be rude," Namjoon frowned, feeling very offended. "I'll have you know that I'm almost sure my piss tastes like normal piss. There's absolutely nothing wrong with my urine, it's probably just your stupid tastebuds!"

"My tastebuds are perfectly fine, asshole—"

The two began bickering and Yoongi was absolutely not in the mood to hear it. Not when one side of him was covered in Namjoon's piss.

He wordlessly turned the shower on, making the others squeal in shock since the water was ice cold. Yoongi could barely feel it, his soul having left his body and retired down in hell for the night. It was better down there than here, he was sure.

He stood stiff as a board, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the shower wall as he allowed the cold water to clean him. "We won't be speaking about this ever again." His voice was as cold and piercing as the water was, so they agreed.

***

"How could you think that was a funny story when you were involved in it too?" Hobi pouted.

Namjoon shrugged. "Well, It's not like I was the one that got pissed on." He began laughing loudly halfway through his sentence and Yoongi glared at him.

"Yeah, that story was almost as funny as the one where you almost passed out from freaking out so much the first time you took dick."

Lightning struck and the thunder boomed as loud gasps filled the room. They barely even noticed it though, too focused on Namjoon who was already blushing profusely.

"Hyung, don't—"

"It was when this relationship first started and Namjoon was curious about what it was like to take cock since you sluts seemed to love it so much." Yoongi started.

***

Namjoon had never in his entire life put anything up his ass and he'd never planned to up until this relationship started and became more sexual.

To put it simply, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok were all a bunch of sluts.

They were always begging to get fucked and they acted as if they couldn't survive even just one day without having someone's dick in their asses and Namjoon found it perplexing. He wondered what exactly was so good about it, and his curiosity eventually started getting the best of him, which is why he asked Yoongi for help one day when everyone else was out of the house.

He regretted his decision to do so almost immediately.

"AH, AH, AH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD, YOONGI, PLEASE!"

"Namjoon. I haven't done anything yet."

Yoongi was literally halfway across the room searching for lube when Namjoon started screaming.

Namjoon, who was lying on his back with his arms folded up under his head, sent Yoongi a small, dimpled smile. "I know, I was just practicing."

"It's not going to hurt that much, Joon. It may be a little uncomfortable at first, but it's not going to--"

"Oh my God!" Namjoon shot up from his position with wide eyes, cutting off Yoongi, who he hadn't been paying attention to in the first place. "What if my ass literally splits open? What if I have to go to the ER and get it sewn back together again?"

Yoongi had a pounding headache already.

He knew Namjoon was prone to panic when it came to trying new things out in the bedroom, and that's why he hadn't wanted anything to do with this. He'd planned to spend his day sleeping and watching action movies, not listening to Namjoon praying to Jesus that his ass would make it through this. However, when Namjoon had offered to pay him a couple hundred bucks, he decided he'd help his boyfriend out. It's not like he really needed the money--He's literally rich. But still, taking free money from other people was a hobby of his which he much enjoyed.

Yoongi would worry about whether or not this was technically prostitution later. For now, he had an ass to fuck.

"Listen to me, Joonie, I need you to be calm, okay? I have lots of lube--" Yoongi had squirted almost an entire bottle just on his fingers alone as he came to sit between Namjoon's legs on the bed. "And I'll go really slow, okay?"

He lied.

Knowing that Namjoon would spend half an hour arguing with him and worrying about whether or not his ass was actually capable of having anything in it, he waited until Namjoon was about to open his mouth and then pushed his finger knuckle deep into Namjoon's tight ass.

Namjoon gasped loudly and sent Yoongi a shocked look. "OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO MUCH!"

"Does it?"

"...Actually...No, not really. Not at all."

Yoongi sighed and began slowly fingering the man, who was awkwardly silent and staring at him unblinkingly. He wasn't moaning, but he wasn't hollering for the good lord to save him either, which Yoongi took as a good sign. The man didn't look like he was getting any pleasure though, he was just staring at Yoongi as if he was waiting for something else to happen.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Yoongi huffed after a few moments.

Namjoon averted his gaze for three seconds before beginning to stare again.

Yoongi sighed and shook his head. "I'm adding another finger."

Namjoon was eerily silent as he allowed Yoongi to do just that. Yoongi listened and watched for any signs of discomfort but found none. He also found no signs of pleasure, and no signs of Namjoon even still being in his body.

Namjoon looked like the definition of no thoughts, head empty.

"Are you...Okay?" Yoongi was starting to feel like he was just finger fucking a sex doll.

"I was just thinking..." Namjoon muttered. "Kinda feels like how your ass feels when you're taking a shit."

"Okay, I'm done with this--"

"NO!" Namjoon pulled on Yoongi's wrist to keep him from stopping. "At least it feels like I'm taking a good shit." He smiled brightly.

Yoongi never regretted a decision more in his life. Why had he agreed to this? Was a couple hundred dollars really worth it? He was starting not to think so.

He wordlessly added a third finger, and finally, got a reaction from Namjoon, who's eyes widened as he gasped and shifted a little, mouth falling open as Yoongi's fingers began hitting his spot. "T-That feels good!" He squeaked out.

Finally, they were getting somewhere.

Yoongi's face slowly turned smug as he put more effort into fucking the boy with his fingers and watched as he squirmed around, biting his lip in unsuccessful attempts to conceal his moans.

Yoongi was sure to stretch him as much as he possibly could while simultaneously bringing him close to orgasm, and just when he thought that the boy would cum, he slipped his fingers out of him.

"W-Why did you stop?" Namjoon frowned. Yoongi was already lubing up his dick, which made the boy's eyes widen. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! I just got used to your fingers, I can't take your dick right now! It's too big!" He screeched.

Yoongi's ego was stroked by the boy's words despite the fact that he knew he was just being overdramatic. He chuckled to himself before rubbing Namjoon's thigh. "We don't have to go any farther if you really don't want to, but if I remember correctly, you specifically told me earlier that you wanted to get fucked."

"I do, but..." Namjoon pouted.

"I'll go slow and I promise, it's not going to hurt. It'll be an uncomfortable stretch, but there shouldn't be any pain and you can let me know immediately if there is and I'll stop everything. Okay?"

Namjoon thought for a few moments before slowly nodding and allowing Yoongi to line himself up with his entrance.

Yoongi intertwined his fingers with Namjoon's before slowly pushing into the boy, who immediately began hyperventilating.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, there's a dick inside me, there's a dick inside me, there's a dick inside me, there's a dick inside me." The boy chanted, clearly panicked.

It's not that it hurt or anything, it's just that it was weird. Not a weird feeling, but a weird thought. How could someone's dick fit into such a small hole? That's so claustrophobic!

Namjoon imagined it was like being trapped inside a tiny hole and unable to escape. For whatever reason, he somehow envisioned himself swimming through his own hole and being literally trapped in there. A very odd and terrifying thought that made the man pass out right then and there.

Yoongi had been trying to get the man to calm his breathing for a whole minute before his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his whole body went limp.

Yoongi was somewhere between shocked and not at all shocked to see the man faint.

He sighed and slipped his semi hard-on right back out of Namjoon before climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom to fill a bucket with water.

"Have sex with Namjoon, they said. It'll be fun, they said," He shook his head to himself. "He better not expect to get his money back. I don't give a damn if he did pass out. No refunds."

***

Namjoon was a blushing mess as Yoongi told the embarrassing story with a large smile on his face. The first one they'd seen from him since they woke up.

"I'm glad he eventually got over his fear of taking dick though," Yoongi smirked. "He loves it now. You guys should see him whenever I'm fucking—"

"What about Taehyung?!" Namjoon pointed at the hysterically giggling boy who immediately went silent. He needed to get them to talk about something else, and Taehyung just so happened to be his way to do that.

"Hey, don't bring me into this, I didn't say anything!" He held his hands up in defense.

It was too late. "Let's talk about the absolute disaster that was top Taehyung." Jungkook laughed loudly.

"We don't need to bring that up—" Jimin tried but was cut off when Jungkook began telling the story anyway.

***

It's not that Tae couldn't top, it's just that he enjoyed being a bottom way too much to ever prefer topping to taking dick. Plus, he liked being taken care of and he always felt taken care of when his boyfriends were fucking him and then smothering him in compliments afterward.

There was also the fact that he could be a pretty clumsy top. He usually lost complete control of himself when he was reaching his release and that could result in several mishaps.

He'd only topped twice in this relationship. Both times with Jimin and neither time went well.

The second time had been an attempt at making up for the first time, which ended with Taehyung falling asleep right after his orgasm and before Jimin had reached his own. Tae had a habit of falling asleep after sex, especially when he was doing the fucking rather than being fucked.

Jimin had refused to speak to him for a week afterward and rightfully so. Taehyung promised to make up for it, though, and that he did.

Right in the middle of the kitchen, right on the kitchen table. They were both horny that day and Jimin had been teasing Taehyung all during interviews and shit—As soon as they'd gotten home Taehyung had ripped the boy's clothes off as soon as the other boys were out of sight, hopped onto the kitchen table and told Jimin to ride him.

Jimin had absolutely no problem doing as told.

It was really good at first! Both Jimin and Taehyung were moaning messes as Jimin bounced happily on Taehyung's cock. The other boys heard everything that was going on but decided to give the two of them privacy—Though Jin was going to kill them for fucking on his nice kitchen table later.

Jimin was so tight and constantly squeezing the absolute life out of Taehyung's cock. Neither of them could last for long at this rate, and after just about ten minutes, they were both coming, Jimin bouncing even more aggressively as he rode out his orgasm.

Neither of them had expected their sturdy and oh so reliable kitchen table to break literally in half, sending the two of them crashing to the ground with a loud thud as the wood snapped underneath them.

They both yelped in both shock and pain as they were thrown to the ground. Taehyung had hit his elbow on the floor and landed awkwardly on his wrist and he just knew it was sprained without even having to look at it.

Jimin's ass hurt as Taehyung's dick was pushed even further into him—He hadn't slipped out during the fall and Jimin felt like his insides were bleeding and immediately started crying from the sharp pain he'd felt upon landing. Not only from that but also from the fact that he'd landed in damn near a full split, which would've hurt all on its own since Jimin wasn't as flexible as he used to be. His thighs and calves were burning from the stretch.

And just the cherry on top of the cake, they'd head-butted the shit out of each other when falling—Twice! Once with their foreheads banging together painfully and once with their teeth doing the same.

All in all, this experience was 0/10. Do not recommend.

The situation got worse as all the others came running in after hearing the loud crash. First all looking worried then faces slowly turning red from trying to hold in the laughter that they knew neither Taehyung or Jimin was in the mood to hear, but they all failed and eventually, loud laughter filled the room as the boys looked at the still awkward position the two boys were in.

Even Jin—who absolutely loved that damn kitchen table—Couldn't contain his laughter. He literally fell to the floor wheezing.

Jimin slowly pulled himself off of Tae, wincing as the boy's dick slid out of him. He slowly stood up and began trying to help Taehyung up as well.

That should've been the end of the mishap, but it wasn't.

After helping Tae up off the floor, Jimin noticed something odd.

"Weren't you wearing a condom?" The older boy asked as he looked around the floor to see if it'd somehow fallen there.

Taehyung looked down at his dick and raised his brows. He had been wearing a condom, but now it was nowhere to be found.

"Um..."

Jimin began freaking out as he came to the conclusion that the thing was inside him, but upon reaching around to push his fingers in his ass and try to get it, he realized that he couldn't feel it.

"Oh my God!" He screamed, crying hysterically. "I'm gonna die!"

"Jimin, calm down, okay? Let's not make a mountain out of a molehill—"

"This is literally plastic pollution but it's in my ass! Climate change is gonna start happening in my ass now! Oh my God, can this affect the temperature of my body—"

While Jimin was busy freaking out, Namjoon picked him up, threw him over his shoulder, and began carrying him to the bathroom. "Come on, guys, let's get the condom out of his ass so he can calm down." He sighed.

Ten minutes later, Jimin was on the bathroom counter, leaning back against the mirror and holding his knees to his chest, blushing as the six other men in the room stared right at his hole. Jungkook had put on some gloves and a mask, plus some glasses he found and decided to wear because he really wanted to look like a doctor, but the glasses he managed to find were rainbow-colored crazy glasses with eyes sticking up from them and flopping around by the antennas, and the glasses were oversized and made him look goofier than anything-- Whatever, that isn't the main focus right now.

His eye was dangerously close to coming into contact with Jimin's hole, that's how close he was. He was shining a small flashlight right into the boy's entrance, trying to see the condom, but he couldn't.

After a while of intense silence, Jungkook finally leaned back and let out a small sigh. "I have good news and bad news. What do you want first?" He questioned Jimin.

"Good news."

"The good news is, your hole is very pretty and totally fuckable. I know it's been a traumatic day for you, but when you're feeling a little better, maybe we can--"

"If you were a real doctor you'd be fired for sexual harassment," Yoongi sighed. "What's the bad news?"

"The bad news is, I don't see a damn thing. It must be pretty deep in there--"

"What if it gets wrapped around my intestines and kills me?!" Jimin wailed.

"Interesting way to die, at the very least." Hobi muttered.

"Let's not panic, this is all gonna be okay! It doesn't seem like we can get it out with just our fingers so let's move on to option two," Jin put his own glove on with a snap and wiggled his fingers. "Let's give birth to a condom."

Jimin's legs were spread open wide before he could even respond, and the flashlight was being turned on again. Everyone surrounded him and for a second he felt like laughing because this couldn't be real. This had to be a fucking fever dream. Everyone had put on their masks and gloves, and aprons which would have to suffice as doctor gowns for now, and they all looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Okay, Jimin, on the count of three I need you to push." Jin instructed.

"Is this a fucking joke?"

"Do you wanna get the condom out or don't you?"

So, Jimin was squeezing Taehyung's uninjured hand along with Yoongi's, straining more than he ever had before, and pushing as if his life depended on it.

Jungkook and Namjoon were waiting with their hands cupped together to catch the condom in case it came out, but after a few seconds of Jimin screaming and pushing, Jungkook called for a time out.

"Wait a minute, guys," He sighed. "Listen, I hate to sound selfish and I'm all for helping my boyfriend out, but what if he accidentally shits? I don't wanna be the one to catch that."

"Yeah...He's got a point." Namjoon muttered as he slowly pulled his hands back.

"Don't be a bunch of wimps! You're telling me you care more about whether or not you get shit on your hands than about your boyfriend, who has a condom trapped in his tight little ass?!" Jin scolded.

Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other for a few seconds before turning to look at Jin again. "Sounds about right." "Yeah, I think that's exactly what we're saying." They answered at the same time.

"You two are pathetic," Jin shook his head. "This could be a life or death situation and you two--"

"I don't wanna die, hyung! I want this thing out of me!" Jimin cried loudly.

"Let's cut the bullshit. There's only one way for us to get that thing out of him," Yoongi sighed as he rolled up his sleeves. "This may hurt a little--Hell, maybe even a lot, but it's for your own good--"

"NO!" Everyone shouted, rushing to stop him from shoving his whole hand up Jimin's poor ass.

"Fisting him at a time like this isn't gonna do us any good. We need the proper tools if we're gonna get this thing out of him. I'll go get the tongs." Hoseok said before quickly leaving.

"No! Leave my kitchen utensils alone, you bastard!" Jin screamed, running after him.

"This is stupid," Taehyung grumbled. "Why don't we just let him sit on the toilet and try to shit it out?"

Well...None of them had thought about that before, for some reason...

"Best idea I've heard today." An exhausted Jimin muttered.

And it was a good idea, but Jimin didn't have to shit which made it a hard plan to execute.

Realizing the problem, his boyfriends went out to the store and bought him cranberry juice and laxatives. And then...All that was left to do was wait.

***

Both Taehyung and Jimin were blushing furiously by the time the story was complete.

While the incident really hadn't been Taehyung's fault, he figured it was a good enough reason for him to never top again. Bad things always seemed to happen when he topped, so he swore it off.

Jimin himself had sworn off sex completely after that day, but of course, that hadn't lasted and he'd been back to getting fucked only a week later. It wasn't his fault! He tried to hold out, but he was having withdrawals!

Yoongi yawned loudly as he looked at the time on the nearest clock. It was soon to be 5am and he was really craving sleep now. As amusing as these stories were, he'd rather listen to them some other time.

Noticing how tired the man looked, Jin was quick to hop up and clap his hands together. "Alright, everybody, I think we've been up for long enough!" The storm had died down at least a little which meant that they should all be able to get back to sleep, albeit probably all in the same room since the scaredy-cat line wouldn't wanna sleep on their own tonight. "Let's all head up to bed and call it a night--"

"Not so fast," Hobi saw right through the man, who was desperately trying to avoid one of his own embarrassing stories being told, but of course, they couldn't allow that. "Everyone else here has been embarrassed tonight. Now it's your turn."

"He doesn't have any embarrassing sex stories though, does he?" Jungkook asked. As far as he and the rest of them knew, Jin was the only one who hadn't had a super embarrassing incident yet.

Hoseok, however, knew better. And so did Yoongi.

Yoongi had been saving this story for the perfect time, and now was as good as any.

"Hoseok," Jin sighed. "Think about this. Let's not bring up things that happened in the past--"

"It was a warm and sunny day, and it started out with Jin just lounging out by the pool, or so he told me--"

"I only told you this story to make you happy when you were upset one day! Please don't use something I told you out of the kindness of my heart against me!" Jin pleaded.

If Jin hadn't made it his life goal to embarrass the hell out of Hobi every chance he got, maybe Hobi would've considered keeping it to himself, but this was just a small form of payback for every single time Jin had embarrassed him before.

"None of us were home, but he thought we'd be coming back soon, so he decided to put on a show for us."

***

Jin was bored out of his mind as he laid in his chair by the pool, sunglasses on to block out the rays of the bright sun, which was nearly burning his tanned skin. He'd been outside tanning all day since he had nothing better to do. His boyfriends were all out filming a video that he'd already recorded all of his parts for days earlier, which meant he got today off and he was forced to spend it all by himself.

He was happy to have some alone time at first, but that hadn't lasted for more than a few hours before he began to feel bored. When his boyfriends weren't around breaking things and fighting and being all-around annoying--When there was nobody around to yell at--life was quite boring.

It got to a point where he just couldn't take relaxing anymore. He was sick of lying around and doing absolutely nothing, so he got up and headed back inside the house, searching for something to do to keep himself busy until his boys got back.

Unfortunately for him, there was literally nothing to do.

The house had been cleaned spotless from top to bottom yesterday. There were so many leftovers from last night's dinner that they all agreed to just have that for the night, which meant that he didn't need to cook. There was no laundry to be done, no yard work to be done, nothing.

Jin felt defeated as he realized this and slumped his way over to the living room couch to begrudgingly take a seat. He began flipping through TV channels aimlessly until eventually, he ended up in the higher channels, which was where all the dirty stuff was.

He chuckled to himself as he flipped through channels on top of channels of pure porn, not intending to actually watch any, but not hesitating to look at it as it came onto the screen.

After a few minutes of this, he felt his cock beginning to stiffen, and it only made him feel even more annoyed. Here he was getting an erection and there was no one around to take care of it. His boyfriends wouldn't be home for at least another two hours and what the hell was he supposed to do until then? Sit and stare at a wall with a hard cock?

Or...

A small smile slowly made its way onto his face as he thought about something.

It'd been a while since any of them had had anything aside from vanilla sex. Their schedule had been tough and pretty hectic lately, not allowing them the time to do anything on their off days aside from catch up on all the sleep they were losing. They'd been touring for a long time as well, and only managing to have a few quickies when they got to their hotels before passing out for the night. All in all, their sex life had slowed down a bit, but now was the perfect time to pick it back up.

Though they still had some filming to do over the course of the next few weeks, they were going to be able to stay in their home and wouldn't have to travel again for at least a few months. Things would get back to how they normally were as a result of this, for sure, and Jin wanted to be the first to bring them back to that.

He hopped up from the couch, excitement coursing through his veins as he ran to the bathroom to draw himself a bath.

He spent a good amount of time pampering himself. Making sure his body was spotless and perfect looking from top to bottom, taking the time to moisturize after his bath, applying a face mask, styling his hair and everything. Then, he headed to the playroom to get a couple of items.

First, his favorite blindfold. Then his collar and leash. Then his favorite vibrator and cock ring. Lastly, the whip he knew Yoongi and Namjoon enjoyed using on him when he was bad.

He put all the items on and then slinked out of the playroom and into the living room. After laying the whip down across the arm of the couch, he took a picture of it and then covered his eyes with his blindfold and began taking pictures of himself. The full-body pictures were truly a damn struggle to take, especially with the blindfold on, but he somehow managed.

After he was satisfied with the number of pictures he'd taken he began going through them and deleting the ones he didn't like.

That took him a long time, but after a while, he'd finally narrowed it down to ten pictures, which he was just about to send when he heard the keys to the front door jingling. He gasped and quickly posed himself in a sexy way--Arm resting along the back of the couch, one leg straightened and one bent at the knee. He was half sitting and half lying down, and his other arm was thrown over his blindfold covered eyes.

He wasn't sure why the boys were coming home so soon when they still were supposed to have another hour to go, but he figured they'd probably goofed off so much that they were sent home because that was an occasional occurrence.

He waited patiently until he heard the front door opening and closing, several sets of feet pounding against the floor, but it was unusually silent. Usually, they all came in super rowdy, but today they were quiet. Jin was hoping they hadn't had a bad day, but he was sure they'd all perk up upon seeing him even if they did.

He waited until he heard footsteps and gasps filling the room, and then he began talking. "Well, welcome home. Did you miss me? I missed you guys. I was thinking about you the whole day! So, I decided I might as well get ready for you guys while I had the extra time on my hands. I know we've all been busy lately, and really tired, but I was hoping that maybe...We could play today? I can beg if you want." He put on his most seductive voice--Really, he was imitating Jimin. The boy was an amazing sweet talker, and Jin had taken many notes.

The response he received wasn't the one he'd been expecting, though.

"That won't be necessary, sir...We're just here to clean out the pool."

Jin was frozen in his spot for a few seconds before he began frantically yanking at his blindfold--Trying to get it off was a task made much harder by his shaking hands. When he finally did manage to get it off, his eyes widened as he saw a group of men standing there, all looking either ready to drop dead from embarrassment, ready to die of laughter, or ready to pounce on him at any second.

"W-What? The hell? How'd you guys get in here?!"

"We used the spare key. We were called here to clean your pool last week. We scheduled to come out today...I'm guessing you weren't the one who made that call, huh?" A guy toward the back snickered.

"I-I--"

"We can...Come back another time if you'd like?" The guy in front offered, looking sympathetic.

"Or we can play," The same guy from the back, now cackling wildly. "Personally, I'd like to hear the begging he offered to do."

"EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT!" Jin screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to cover himself with the nearest pillow. Here he was stark naked in front of at least eight men that he didn't know--And what the fuck? Nobody told him they were supposed to be getting the pool cleaned anytime soon!

"Right, we'll just reschedule and come at a later date..." One of the guys sighed. They all began slowly piling out of the house, muttering amongst themselves.

"I told you, man. These idols are all fucking weirdos."

"You think this is bad? You should've seen what happened over in TXT's dorm last week."

"Mm, and NCT's. Now that was crazy."

"Let's not talk about that, I'm still having nightmares."

"Nightmares? I'm still having wet dreams."

"This is the best first day on a job I've ever had."

Jin's whole body was red as a tomato even long after the men had left. He felt like he might spontaneously combust and honestly, he wasn't sure what to do. He was frozen in his spot on the couch for a good thirty minutes before he was finally able to function again. The first thing he did when his brain unfroze was call Yoongi, texting him first to let him know it was an emergency.

The boy was given his phone by an assistant who'd seen the text, and he immediately walked outside of the building he was in to answer the call. "Hyungie? What's going on?"

Jin explained the incident to Yoongi, who was torn between laughing until he was sick to the stomach and wanting to scold the fuck out of Jin. He sighed as he realized why Jin had called him in the first place. "Don't worry, hyung, they won't say anything to anybody. I've had our lawyers on speed dial ever since the incident with Taehyung and the gardeners. I'll get it taken care of."

"Thanks, Yoongi." Jin practically whispered. "Please don't--"

"I won't say a word to anybody. You didn't say anything about my...Incident...So I won't say anything about yours."

"Thanks." Jin sighed.

***

Everyone was speechless for a short time after hearing the story before the living room was filled with thunderous laughter that made Jin's cheeks heat up. Truthfully, he should've been more embarrassed than he was, but he couldn't find it in him to be too ashamed when he'd already heard about and been there to witness some of his boyfriends' own embarrassing experiences. He ended up joining them in a fit of laughter as he thought back to the whole debacle.

It took a long time for them to finally collect themselves and manage to head up the stairs, all heading right back to Yoongi's room since he happened to have the largest bed. He wasn't even mad as they all piled in, smooshing him right in the middle of them at that.

They all continued giggling for ages, until one by one, they all fell asleep after wheezing out a few 'I love you's to one another. Yoongi was the very last to fall asleep, tears slipping out of the corners of his eyes as he did.

Although he knew they'd be exhausted tomorrow, he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of happiness he felt burying itself deep in the pit of his stomach. This was one of the many best nights of his life, and how could it not be when it was spent with his amazing boyfriends?

He wasn't a very religious man, but he was silently thanking every power there was for his boyfriends until the very moment he fell asleep.