He Just Needs Attention
everyone fucks jk one at a time, it’s like a game where he has to guess who’s who. game is run by Jimin, the Boyfriend
kinks: BDSM, babyboy jk, top jimin, spanking, rimming, plugging, barebacking, blind fold, overstimulation, orgasm denial, small amount of nipple play, jk likes being embarrassed, there’s probably more but eh
When Jungkook turns the key, pushes open the door and steps inside their home, he doesn’t think anything of it when he sees all of the other members hanging out casually in the living room. While it is a little late for everyone to still be up, it’s not -that- late. What does surprise him is the fact that all six pairs of eyes are trained on him upon entry. They stop chatting with each other, and Seokjin even grabs the remote to turn off the television. Color rushes to fill his cheeks at the intense amount of attention he’s suddenly receiving, and his gaze immediately turns to Jimin’s. He seeks some form of solace there, but there’s none to be found. In fact, if anything, it’s just the opposite. Jimin looks thoroughly unimpressed with him. Apprehension boils in his gut. This wasn’t about him relentlessly teasing Hoseok throughout the week, was it? Or maybe it was because of the salt he added to Yoongi’s coffee yesterday? The more he thinks about his actions over the past few weeks, the less inclined he is to linger in the room with them.
He swallows thickly and resettles his bag strap over his shoulder, ducking his head to avoid making further eye contact with anyone. He’ll just go ahead and go straight to his bedroom, then. If everyone is going to be weird, practically hostile around him, he-
A soft but firm hand curls around wrist, bringing him to an instant halt. “Baby, we gotta talk, don’t ya think? We’ve all been waiting so patiently for you to get home.”
He shivers at the voice that reaches his ears, tongue gliding out over his lips as he carefully keeps his line of sight pinpointed on his bedroom door. “Talk about what?” he mumbles in reply, resisting the urge to yank his wrist away.
“Oh, I think you know.” Jimin’s tone is downright dangerous, now. He can perfectly imagine the tip of his boyfriend’s tongue swiping over his front teeth, preparing for the kill. When Jungkook doesn’t respond, he continues, “The hyungs told me how you’ve been acting, baby.” His voice drops an entire octave. “You haven’t been behaving like my good baby boy.”