Bunny Koo solo
Added 2021-03-15 07:06:14 +0000 UTCi just had a sudden need. next stuff will be the top koo being dommed by many others
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It used to be embarrassing.
Of course, his hyungs understood him, understood his particular biology and particular… urges. Still, every time his foot started to thump and ears started to twitch, he’d hide away and rut against his pillow in peace, shirt stuffed between his teeth to hold back the moans.
It used to work. Jungkook could get off in a minute or two if he really worked for it. He could come, clean up, and be back to work in the same amount of time it took a normal person to go to the bathroom.
It’s not enough, not anymore. Jungkook’s hyungs absolutely spoiled him. He couldn’t settle for just humping a pillow, not when he knew exactly how long Seokjin’s fingers were, how good Yoongi was with his tongue. Taehyung loved to prep him, loved to take his time, and Namjoon—
God. Jungkook desperately hunts for his prostate at the image. Nothing is big enough anymore, but the desperate, biological need to come keeps rearing its ugly head.
“I can’t— I can’t find it,” he whines “hyung, please.”
“Oh, baby, you’re so cute, trying so hard.” Hoseok’s voice filters in through the tinny phone speaker. It’s nothing like his real voice, dripping with intent. Jungkook cries out, his dick chafed from how quickly he’s stroking himself.
They’re all there, in the speaker call, but Hoseok is always the best at this. Yoongi murmurs his own good boys every once in a while, but most just like to listen. He’ll hear an occasional moan from voices he can’t place and it only gets him closer.
“How many fingers do you have inside yourself?” Hoseok asks. Jungkook can barely understand. His ears are fully erect, listening for every sound, but processing can be hard when he’s so desperate.
He only moans in response.
“Bunny,” Jimin cuts in, breathless, “your hyung is asking you a question. Answer him.”
“Ah—“ fuck, he loves when Jimin punishes him, “just two, just the two.”
“Good boy, bun.”
Jungkook tightens his fist and chokes on a moan. He hates this, hates how far away they are. He wants Yoongi’s hands in his hair and Hoseok biting filthy words into his lips, wants Taehyung’s hand in his and Namjoon’s—
“Come on, baby. Come for us.”
“I ca— I can’t.” His dick hurts. He wants his hyungs. He’s whimpering and whining, too loud, he knows it. He just can’t help it. Tears well at the corner of Jungkook’s eyes and he squeezes them out with a sob. He shoves his fingers into himself, harder, all the way up to the knuckle.
“Is my bunny wet enough for another finger?”
Jungkook shakes his head, frantically, remembers they can’t hear him, and breathes out a “no, not wet enough.”
“The lube is right on the nightstand, baby. Add some more.”
Jungkook is crying, now. He can’t bear the thought of being empty, can’t bear the thought of not touching his dick, even for a second.
“Bunny, you heard hyung.” Hoseok. He has to listen to Hoseok.
He leaves his fingers inside himself and grabs the lube, almost empty, and desperately pours it over his dick, dripping down to where his fingers are plugging him. He hisses at the cold, at the sting of lube on raw skin, but it only pushes him further.
He grasps himself and adds another in the same moment, letting out another teary wail.
Fuck, it’s so much better. He has to always listen to hyungs. They know what he needs, and they can give it to him, god, even from so far away. He relishes in the quick slapping sound of his thrusts, the voices of his hyungs, as he chases the stimulation, not sure whether to push forward into the tight clench of his fist or back onto the delicious pressure on his prostate.
He knows he’s close when his tail, covered in lube, starts to wag under his ass. It’s so sensitive, every brush against the sheets has electricity zipping up his spine.
“Close—“ he gasps “so fucking close I—“
Six voices chime in, and fuck, Jungkook is so in love.
He can’t decide whose name to yell when he comes, and a wordless shout spills from his lips.
As he comes down, he hears their own groans, the ones he recognizes from when they’re buried inside him. The pressure in his gut eases and the tears start to dry. His limbs loosen as they talk him down and finally, with the voices of his hyungs in his ears, Jungkook can clean himself up and rest.
