let's get freaky with it

ot7: sweet, at first

"Ot6 have been wanting to fuck Joonie dumb for a while but they think he's too sweet and innocent :( until they find him on the couch in the living-room with a huge dildo in him and gets the railing of his life :(" sent by anonymous!

"i don't think he'd want to," yoongi hums aloud, looking at namjoon from afar. he has his headphones in and his attention trained on his phone, legs pulled up cutely to his chest with his eyes glittering wide and interested. the five others all look at him. "what?"

"he'd want to...what?" jimin prompts, and yoongi waves his hand in the air dismissively.

"y'know, that thing we were talking about a while back," yoongi reminds, and the group makes a collective oh noise.

to be extremely blunt, they all fuck each other. it's not really very embarrassing to know, or talk about. sometimes it's just two of them, sometimes it's all of them in one room, moans bouncing off of every wall while they come. "bonding exercise," taehyung had joked one day, though it wasn't far from the truth. being sexual with one another really had brought them closer together.

except namjoon's more cavalier about it. he doesn't really do much with them, sticking to simple positions and petnames. meanwhile, taehyung and jimin are domming each other with ropes and whips, hoseok and jungkook edge each other for entire weeks, and yoongi and seokjin bend each other in ways that shouldn't be possible.

namjoon is just...painstakingly soft and non-kinky. which isn't a bad thing. being vanilla isn't the type of thing they look down on. but as time goes on, they really wonder if namjoon's too innocent to be kinky, or if he's just not revealing his own preferences.

sometimes, namjoon sounds like he's holding back.

the conversation that started it was simple. they were all talking, drinking, having a good time (though namjoon hadn't been there). sex came up, and seokjin had said, "i think i'd love to fuck joon until he was stupid." it went silent for a moment until someone agreed, and then suddenly everyone was on board with the idea. to fuck namjoon until he was dumb. except namjoon isn't like that.

or so they had thought.

namjoon bids the group a goodbye while they file out. they'd already asked him if he wanted to see the movie, and he'd declined, saying he wanted to get some work done.

as soon as the door closes and locks, namjoon books it to his room, going to his closet and pulling down a box. he'd already been feeling a bit antsy that morning, but he wasn't about to subject the others to taking care of his problem.

he's already half-hard by the time he pulls the dildo out, silicone thick in his grasp. it's one of his larger ones, and he's already stretched out enough from hoseok's cock the night before that it won't take much more prep to fit it inside. his mouth waters at the anticipation, and quickly, he grabs a little tube of lube and turns back around.

the thought then occurs to him.

what if he fucked himself somewhere else?

he's only ever done this in the comfort of his own room, but once the thought of fucking himself somewhere new invades, his cock jumps in interest. everyone's going to be out for at least a few hours. he's not going to result to using someone else's bed.

he finds himself in the living room, looking down at the couch, contemplating. it's weirdly metaphorical, the way that this room is a communal place for all of them, that this room is the one place that they all belong to.

fucking himself on the couch almost makes it seem like he's fucking himself in all of their beds at once.

he puts a towel down before he starts, lying on the cushions and coating his fingers with lube. he's completely bare, fingers encircling his hole before he pushes three in at once. the burn is welcoming, a moan escaping his lips. he works himself through, up to four fingers scissoring his hole open easily. he feels eager, a little empty-headed.