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I Want You (And You And You) To Want Me

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Taehyung fell into Jimin’s routine so seamlessly, Jimin could hardly remember not having him in it, what it was like before they met. The mornings without Taehyung’s sweet little good morning petal! texts weren’t as good, and Namjoon was even starting to call Taehyung his boyfriend, with how often they hung out. With Yoongi and Jungkook, it was more of a if you’re free kinda thing. Which was good, in its own way, and Jimin liked his time with them, in different ways. And they all seemed to like their time with each other.

They were far from monogamous, but they were all also okay with that, not to mention one thing Jimin had come to realize. Piecing together separate conversations with the three of them, Jimin knew that all four of them, Yoongi, Jungkook, Taehyung, and himself weren’t sleeping with anyone outside of each other.

He wasn’t really sure what this meant. He wasn’t really sure he wanted it to mean anything. Jimin knew he liked Taehyung, knew there was something special there, the same way there was something untouchable between Yoongi and Jungkook.

But there was also a connection between Jungkook and Jimin that had been there debatably since before they’d even met, and there had been chemistry between Jimin and Yoongi from the moment they’d seen each other; Jungkook and Taehyung talked to each other like they’d been friends for years, and Yoongi and Taehyung sometimes seemed to move in synch, like only people who had known each other intimately for a long time could.

They worked, together. They worked apart, too.

But they worked really well together.

It was a slow build, all four of them fucking together, at least compared to Jimin's own quick starts with each of them individually. It started out with separate, physical situations—more phone calls, Taehyung calling Jungkook when Jimin was sitting on his cock, Jungkook returning the favor when Jimin took him and Yoongi at once. There were photos, Jimin’s ass bright and red from Yoongi’s hand sent to Taehyung, Yoongi making Jimin absolutely tremble when he read out Taehyung’s text responses, unable to call since he was in a pre-concert meeting. Jimin begging Yoongi hit him again, so he could send more pictures.

There were videos too, recorded then sent in a text, then FaceTime when it was Taehyung to Yoongi, Skype when it was Jungkook to Taehyung, and Jimin got off on all of that. He loved so many eyes on him, hands on him, so much want directed at him. He loved when they were rough with him, and when they were gentle, loved when Taehyung fucked him hard enough to cry, when Yoongi could watch from four towns away with Jungkook wrapped around him from behind.

It was just a little hard for all four of them to actually be in a room together at first, in the sense that they were rarely all four free, after Taehyung’s concert. They’d managed it a few times, and although the second time, in Yoongi’s at-home studio, had ended with Yoongi’s cock in Jimin’s mouth while Taehyung fingered him and Jungkook watched, the time together had been pretty tame.

They had become genuine friends underneath it all, somewhere along the line.

Jimin thought he was the luckiest motherfucker in the world, quite honestly.

“You guys are totally dating,” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s neck after one of their joint Skype calls. He and Jimin were sat on the couch, naked save for the boxers on Jungkook and the blanket wrapped around Jimin. Yoongi was shuffling in the kitchen, looking for a late-night snack, at both Jimin and Jungkook’s persistent demands.

“We’ve been on dates,” Jimin replied. “He brought a bottle of wine last time he came over. He likes when I text him good night and good morning every day.” Jimin snuggled a little deeper into the couch. “I like it too.”

“He likes to watch Yoongi and I fuck the shit out of you,” Jungkook added, grinning when Jimin smacked him over the head. “It’s true, or did you forget that call from a week ago?”

“That was three days ago,” Yoongi called from the kitchen. “I think you might miss Taehyung more than Jimin does, Kook.”

Jungkook scowled at Yoongi while Jimin laughed into his collarbone, tilting his phone screen so Jungkook could read.


taehyung [22:12]

Tell Jungkook he did better tonight, compared to last time

Still not at my level :(


jimin [22:14]

He says fuck you, how can you see anything properly through a phone screen


taehyung [22:15]

Sure blame the phone screen


jimin [22:17]

That’s what I said hehe

It’s what yoongi said too


Jungkook threatened to take the blanket away from Jimin, who squealed loudly enough for Yoongi to leave whatever he’d been getting together to check on them. He pushed them away from each other, tucking the blanket in at the corners until Jimin was properly cocooned, and then kissing Jungkook with a whole lot of tongue until he quieted.

“Food’ll be another ten minutes,” Yoongi said, pinching Jungkook’s cheek hard and shooting Jimin a dry look. “Can you wait that long without bickering?”

“Probably not,” Jimin said, squishing his toes under Jungkook’s leg and dimpling his cheeks at Yoongi.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “When’s Taehyung back in town?”

“Couple days,” Jimin said. He freed his arms from the blanket. “You free?”

“Think so,” Jungkook said. “Don’t have another practice til—a week from now.”

“Four days,” Yoongi pointed out, nudging Jungkook until he was fully sat against the backrest, feet barely brushing the ground because of the deep seat, “but, yeah.”

Jimin straightened a little. “We should do something.”

Yoongi’s lips curved as he settled on Jungkook’s lap. “Yeah?”

“Could be fun,” Jimin said, shrugging one shoulder.

Jungkook raised one eyebrow, hand curling around Jimin’s ankle. “Could be.”




As it was, when Taehyung did come back in town, Jimin was watching Yoongi and Jungkook play guitar hero.

Jimin swallowed his laugh when Jungkook missed four notes in concession, picking up his ringing phone with a glance at the caller ID. “Hello?”

Hey, flower.

“Hi baby,” Jimin cooed, crossing his legs. “You still getting in tonight?”

I’m actually—leaving your apartment,” Taehyung said, his voice sheepish. “We got in early, I forgot you said you were at Yoongi’s last night.”

“What?” Jimin straightened. “You came to surprise me, baby? Shit, I’m on my way, just give me ten—”

Sit, sit. I’m already on my way to you. You’re still there, right?

Jimin settled back into the couch, felt himself smile. “Yeah. Are you sure?”

Yeah,” Taehyung hummed. “What are you guys doing?

“Yoongi is kicking Jungkook’s ass at guitar hero,” Jimin said, grinning when Jungkook cursed, loudly.

Of course,” Taehyung said, sounding completely unsurprised. “Tell Jungkook you heard “Hangar 18” was pretty easy. See what he says. I’ll see you soon?

“Yeah,” Jimin agreed, smirking when Jungkook looked over his shoulder suspiciously. “Definitely.”




When the doorbell sounded, Jimin was towards the end of a round with Jungkook, and his heart skipped a beat, an anxious buzz rushing his veins.

Yoongi let Taehyung in. Jimin could hear the low timbre of their voices as they walked into the living room from the entryway.

“Is that Taehyung?” Jungkook said. “He can’t beat that song on expert, okay, if he says he can he’s lying—”

“Hey!” Jimin said, discarding the controller and bounding over to Taehyung, who grinned wide, lifting him briefly off the floor as he kissed him in greeting.

“Hi,” Taehyung said happily.

“Should I be offended he never greets me like that?” Yoongi said, smiling wide enough to show his gums when Jimin glared at him.

“Yes,” Jimin grouched. “Full offense intended.”

Yoongi winked at him, and Taehyung kissed the top of Jimin’s nose before turning his attention to Jungkook.

“Jungkook, I can absolutely perfect-score that song, by the way.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook said, biting the tip of his tongue in concentration as he finished out the song. He let out a triumphant exhale. “Beat you, Jimin.”

Jimin looked down at his discarded controller. “Amazing.”

“It’s okay, I got it,” Taehyung said. His voice was warm as ever, expression even moreso. He nuzzled Jimin’s nose. “Watch and learn.”

As it turned out, Yoongi and Jimin ended up watching Taehyung and Jungkook steadily lose both their tempers through about six rounds nonstop until they both declared the game a sham.

“You two are just bad,” Yoongi said, looking amused. “Like, embarrassingly.”

“I can play this for real,” Taehyung burst out, making Jimin giggle even as Jungkook nodded fervently, half running out of the room.

“Yoongi, Jimin—you guys step up. Tae and I will actually play.”

“Kook,” Yoongi protested, then stretched, nudging Jimin forward. He called out more loudly after Jungkook, “Grab the F 104.”

 “Cool,” Taehyung said when Jungkook came out with his guitar strapped over his back and a wicked black bass’ neck gripped in one hand. Taehyung took it from him, slipping the strap over his head, running his hands briefly over the sleek black body. “You two warm up, let me tune it.”

Jimin coughed, looking away when Taehyung glanced at him, surely thinking the same thing Jimin was, what often followed Taehyung humming he was going tune his bass.

Jimin pursed his lips at Yoongi’s knowing smirk.

“Eyes forward, old man,” Jimin said, jerking his chin at the TV. “I’m about to whoop all of your musical asses.”






Jimin had never been afraid, exactly, of it being weird, between the four of them, although he knew it was a lot of different personalities all together in one room. But the small, spark of uncertainty he’d felt when the doorbell rang had disappeared the moment Taehyung had walked in the room.

It was comfortable, as it always was. Better than comfortable. Jimin thought maybe the buzzing in his blood wasn’t nerves, but something else. Something happy, excited.

It certainly felt that way, when Jungkook and Taehyung each hooked themselves up properly and tested their strings, Jungkook strumming with a pick, Taehyung picking with his fingers.

“This is ridiculous, you know,” Yoongi said sighing as he shifted his weight back to look at them. “Your guitar hero ability has no relation to your actual musical prowess.”

“Yeah, whatever, Beethoven,” Jungkook said, “you’re just trying to make your loss look not so bad.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to literally beat your ass.”

“Stop trying to get an advantage with dirty talk,” Taehyung scolded. He turned to Jimin. “Petal. You ready?”

“This is ridiculous,” Jimin echoed, and Jungkook and Taehyung exchanged an almost exasperated glance. “Look at that, you’re already choking,” he said, mirroring Yoongi’s grin when the song began to play, without Taehyung and Jungkook realizing, which of course had been Jimin’s intention.

“Fuck you, Jimin,” Jungkook muttered, jumping in with a loud twang while Taehyung laughed.

As it was, they made it about three minutes in before Jimin couldn’t take it anymore, doubling over in fits of laughter at the concentrated pinch between Yoongi’s brow, the aggressive look on Jungkook’s face, and the perfect-quick picks of Taehyung’s fingers between the four strings.

“Babe, you had a streak—” Yoongi exclaimed, then sputtered when he saw that Jimin had completely abandoned the controller in favor of hugging himself around the middle. “We are gonna get booed off the fake stage—”

You are,” Jungkook said.

“You’re not even—” Jimin giggled, “connected to the game, you’re literally just playing—”

Perfectly, haven’t fucked up once—”

“Oh, no?” Jimin said, glancing wickedly between Yoongi and Jungkook, finally meeting Taehyung’s eye. He grinned, immediately slinking over to where Jungkook was, intent on the music.

Jimin stood up as high as he could, balancing on his toes, and blew directly in Jungkook’s ear, right before flicking his tongue over the end of the industrial barbell stuck through his ear.

Jungkook’s shoulder jerked up and he let out a whining groan, the music from the TV and Taehyung’s bass coming out loud in the sudden absence of the guitar.

Jimin—” Jungkook exclaimed, but Jimin was already ducking out of Jungkook’s reach, swinging his arms around Yoongi’s waist and whining into his neck. “Yoongi, I’m hungry, is the song over yet?”

“Jimin, you little—” Yoongi growled. “There are two minutes left, and I am about to win—”

“It’s too long,” Jimin breathed into his neck. He could hear shuffling behind him, and then suddenly Jungkook was hauling Jimin off of Yoongi, holding him tight around the waist. Jimin kicked his legs a little and laughed, breathless. “Jungkook, Jungkook, put me down—”

“Not happening—” Jungkook was laughing, and so was Taehyung, although his fingers hadn’t faltered.

Jungkook!” Jimin shrieked, kicking a little harder, laughing so hard it squeaked out of him. When he looked up next, Yoongi had one hand covering his face and his shoulders were shaking. Jimin could see his grin peeking out around the edges of his palm.

“Fuck,” Yoongi half-wheezed, “fucking hell.”

Jimin’s feet finally touched the ground, and he shot Yoongi an apologetic smile, patted Jungkook playfully on the cheek. “I’d say sorry but,” he nodded towards Taehyung, who was finishing off the song with a beaming expression.

“I declare myself the winner,” he said, then pointed a finger at Jungkook. “Care to challenge?”

“Do you even know me?” Jungkook muttered, nudging Jimin towards the couch. He plopped down, joined shortly afterwards by Yoongi.

“What are you smiling at?” Yoongi said, poking the swell in Jimin’s cheek while Taehyung and Jungkook argued about which song they wanted to play, controllers forgotten on the floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jimin said, grabbing Yoongi finger and pretending to bite it.

“S’why I asked, isn’t it?” Yoongi said, tugging his finger out of Jimin’s hold.

“Mhm,” Jimin said, and Yoongi looked exasperated, but fond as he reached around Jimin’s shoulder and pulled him down until his head rested in Yoongi’s lap.

“You relaxed?” Yoongi asked, running his fingers through Jimin’s hair, “comfortable?”

“Yeah,” Jimin hummed.

Yoongi sounded incredibly gentle when he responded, “good.”




They ended up ordering take out, a couple hours later than Jimin would have liked (he really had been hungry), but then Taehyung volunteered to go pick it up. Jimin was quick to offer to join him.

“No fucking in my car,” Yoongi said, tossing Taehyung the keys.

“Since when?”

“Since I won’t be there,” Yoongi retorted, waving them off. Jungkook was sitting across from him, guitar still in hand, his attention primarily on the strings. “Hurry up. I’m hungry.”

Jimin admittedly was too, but when he and Taehyung settled inside Yoongi’s car, he couldn’t help but take a second to pull Taehyung in for a nice, long kiss. When he pulled back, Taehyung was beaming.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

“I missed you,” Taehyung said, taking his hand off the gear shift briefly as he leaned over to press his face into Jimin’s neck. “Thanks for helping me win. Woulda won anyway.” He burrowed a little closer.

“I know. I wanted to. S’fun to tease.”

“You’re so hot.”


“You smell so good.”

Jimin giggled, pushing at his shoulder for a second before giving up and draping his arms across the back of Taehyung’s neck. “What do I smell like?”

“You literally smell like flowers,” Taehyung mumbled, kissing Jimin’s jaw and retreating from his arms with a sigh to drive. “My own pretty petal.”

“God, I missed you,” Jimin groaned, flopping back against the seat. He shot Taehyung a grin. “Guess what.”

“You really missed me.”

“Noo. I finally have enough money to...” Jimin drummed dramatically on his thighs, grinning when Taehyung laughed, "get! The tattoo I want. Thank my last Instagram post.”  

Taehyung hit the brakes a little harder than usual at the approaching red light. “A tattoo? Oh my god, Jiminie. Really?” Taehyung glanced at him, chuckling at Jimin’s smug expression. “I thought you wanted a piercing.”

“Still do,” Jimin said. “But now I can pick. Or get both.”

“Sounds painful.”

“Not a problem for me,” Jimin sniffed.

“Guess you’re right,” Taehyung said seriously. He curled his hand around Jimin’s thigh. “Okay, so. I know what kinda piercing you want. What’s the tattoo?”

Jimin laughed, covering his cheeks with his palms. “A rose. Up the middle of my back. With color. Jungkook offered to draw it.”

Taehyung’s fingers drummed on the steering wheel. “A flower on my flower, huh?”

“Oh my god.”

“It sounds pretty. And Jungkook’s pretty good.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, taking note of the way Taehyung was still tapping his fingers. “But?”

“But maybe I’m better,” Taehyung said casually, but Jimin caught the quick jut of his lips.

Jimin squinted at him. “I didn’t know you draw, baby.”

Taehyung glanced at him. “I drew a lot of my tattoos.”

Jimin straightened, eyes dropping to Taehyung’s neck, his hand. “You drew those?”


Oh,” Jimin said. He licked his lips, mind working over the information as Taehyung swung the car into an empty spot and put it in park, leaning back to raise his eyebrows expectantly. Jimin leaned in, pulling Taehyung’s tatted hand up to cup the side of his face. “You never told me.”

Taehyung’s fingers shifted, hand almost molding to fit Jimin’s face. “It didn’t come up. You asked why. Not how.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. He peered at Taehyung. “Did you want to draw it?”

Taehyung scrunched his nose, thumbing Jimin’s lip. “Honestly?”

Jimin nodded, eyes widening.

Taehyung leaned forward. “It’s selfish to say it, but I want the piercings first.” His hand dropped to Jimin’s waist, curling around until his fingers massaged into the dimple in his lower back, one of the spots Jimin had told him he wanted to put a dermal stud. “Just so I can kiss around them. Put my tongue on one. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you told me.”

Jimin’s face flushed pleasantly. “I thought for sure you’d want the flower tattoo on me first,” he laughed, cupping Taehyung’s face between his own hands. “Yoongi and Jungkook definitely do. I thought they were gonna die when I first told them. Jungkook definitely got a boner."

Taehyung grinned. “They kinda have a weakness for pretty boys with tattoos.”

“What about you?” Jimin said playfully. “You have a weakness, Taetae?”

“Yeah, you Jiminie,” Taehyung said firmly. “’Specially with diamond studs in your skin. Are you kidding?” Taehyung kissed Jimin on the mouth before going to open the car door. “You make even the strongest person weak. Tattoos and piercings aside. Obviously, because look how much Yoongi and Jungkook like you.” He paused, leaning over the roof of the car and smiling as Jimin exited on his own side, blushing. “You know, whatever you decide—I don’t stand a chance anyway. None of us do.” 

Jimin felt warmth flood his face and simmer there, gladly leaning close to Taehyung as they made their way down the block to pick up the food. 

They were leaving the restaurant with take away bags when Taehyung said to Jimin. "But, yeah, Jiminie? A couple pretty little studs in your back? Fuck.”

Jimin’s smile was slow. “I’ll keep that in mind.”




After dinner, Jimin took a while to shower in Yoongi’s bathroom. He took his time cleaning everywhere, taking extra care when he pushed the thick glass plug Yoongi and Jungkook had bought for him in and out of himself. There was lube within reach, because they kind of had a bottle in most rooms, and Jimin applied it liberally as he rolled the plug inside his hole, stretching himself open better than his own fingers could. He did this, almost habitually, but more because he liked having fun with himself, teasing himself a little. Maybe a lot. It was honestly not as much because he thought there might be a chance of sex that night.



Jimin legitimately thought that there was a good chance that night that there wouldn’t be any sex. Which was more than fine. Contrary to what Hoseok and Namjoon thought, Jimin didn’t fuck Yoongi, or Jungkook, or even Taehyung (mostly) every time he saw them. Some nights, they just didn’t. A couple touches and open mouth kisses admittedly snuck in here and there, and yeah, that one time in Yoongi’s home studio—but nothing more.

It was nice. It was easy. Jimin liked it, a lot, and if nothing physical happened, it didn’t make the night any less good. It was dark out now, and Jimin, hair still damp from his shower, was sitting on the kitchen counter while Taehyung and Yoongi messed with instruments in the living room just behind him. Jimin was a little more than halfway through with helping Jungkook dry dishes when he realized that tonight might actually be a little—different.

Jungkook alerted Jimin to it first. He was scrubbing at a plate, one of a nearing-gross pile of dishes that had accumulated over the last few days, black sleeves of his sweater pushed up to his elbows. The plate in Jungkook’s hands had long been clean, and Jimin, hand towel ready, tutted.

“That’s done,” he said, and Jungkook’s eyes snapped to Jimin’s, before glancing down at the dish.

“Mhm,” he said, handing it to Jimin and grabbing up another. His gaze wandered back over the counter and this time, Jimin turned to follow it.


Yoongi had the bass Jungkook had taken out earlier in his lap, and was lightly, barely picking a tune with the strings. His head was bowed low over the fingerboard, and his lips were pursed thoughtfully, like they did when he was thinking through a rhythm in the studio, or weird note change in the music. Sitting impossibly close was Taehyung, humming lowly along with the tune, continuing for a few moments when Yoongi paused and then stopping to suggest notes to try.

As Jimin watched, Yoongi’s fingers fumbled over a string. He plucked it and shook his head, pale hair falling forward in front of his eyes. His fingers moved down a fret, and he plucked the string again, lips twitching when Taehyung laughed, warm and low. Yoongi looked up at Taehyung just as Taehyung reached forward to push his bangs out of his eyes.

They moved naturally, like it was second nature to tilt forward into the small space separating them, and kiss.

Jimin felt his breath catch in his throat. It was his first time seeing them do more than flirt, the occasional, lingering touch or glance, and shit, they— 

The only thing stopping Jimin from whirling to gauge Jungkook’s reaction immediately was how pretty Yoongi and Taehyung looked. Yoongi was a good deal smaller than Taehyung, but they both exuded a similar confidence that bled and mixed into the kiss, with the way Taehyung caught Yoongi’ chin with his palm, and how Yoongi coaxed Taehyung to tilt his head one way with a little extra pressure.

Although Jimin was breathless when they separated, they’d only been kissing for a couple seconds. Yoongi was already looking back down at the bass, Taehyung telling him what notes to pick up from.

When Jimin turned back to Jungkook, his own cheeks were flaming and Jungkook was smirking.

“What,” Jimin hissed, kicking at his side and puffing out his cheeks, annoyed, when Jungkook caught his ankle.

“You liked that,” Jungkook said, low enough to not carry over the bass notes coming from across the room.

“What kind of stupid observation is that,” Jimin said, grabbing the last plate from Jungkook and drying it a little too aggressively. Obviously he liked that. His cheeks were feeling painfully warm, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s lips looked pressed together. He could feel the blood in his dick. Fuck.


“Just checking,” Jungkook said, now scrubbing at the insides of a glass. Something in his voice had Jimin turning to him. Jungkook glanced Yoongi and Taehyung’s way again, then back down at the glass. “You’d say something if you didn’t, right?”

His voice had taken on an almost serious note, something that had Jimin peering at him carefully, taking in the determined set of his brows, and then the anxious way he licked his lip.

Jungkook glanced up, caught Jimin staring, and it was his turn to hiss, “what?”

Jimin smiled. “You’re so sweet.”

Me?” Jungkook said, as though it were a grievous insult. Jimin grinned. “I’m not swe—”

“You want to make sure I’m okay with all of this,” Jimin said, waving his hand between him and Jungkook, then over towards where Taehyung and Yoongi sat. “That I’m okay with Taehyung kissing your boyfriend.”

“My wh—” Jungkook sounded like he’d just been punched, his cheeks reddening. He scowled. “Yoongi is the one kissing your boyfriend. Also, it’s been like, weeks. If I was so sweet, I would’ve—would’ve asked already.”

Jimin’s grin just widened. He was used to Yoongi pumping the brakes on things like this, always taking a moment to stop and check themselves, to check Jimin, make sure they were all on the same page. He’d done it with Jimin about plenty of things, plenty of times. Jimin appreciated it, took the time and patience Yoongi offered, despite the fact that he, like Jungkook, usually just dived straight into things.

It was sweet, that Jungkook was taking a moment, whenever it may be, to pause, to check.

“Fuck off,” Jungkook said.

“Hey,” Jimin said, swallowing his giggles. He took the glass from Jungkook’s hand and put it to the side, as far from him as he could comfortably reach. He tugged on the collar of Jungkook’s sweater until he was standing in front of Jimin sitting on the counter, right between his legs.

Jimin reached up, tracing one finger over the dark line of Jungkook’s brow, lightly pressing on the two cones pierced through the arch. “I’m okay with it. Tae and I have talked about it lots.” Jimin kissed Jungkook lightly on the mouth. “Yoongi and I talked about it too, a few times, while you were doing shit with the band. He said he’d talk to—”

“He told me,” Jungkook said, softening a little bit under Jimin’s light touch. His hands ran down Jimin’s hips, along the sides of his thighs, gently hooking under Jimin’s knees and spreading them a little wider, allowing him to step closer. “But I don’t know. I was just checking.”

“Sweet,” Jimin said again, a whisper against Jungkook’s mouth. “I should’ve talked to you, too. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jungkook said, sounding mildly alarmed.

Jimin smiled. “You’re sweet.

“Hardly,” Jungkook mumbled, and the soft moment was gone because just like that, he was yanking Jimin forward a lot less gently, helping Jimin wrap his legs around his waist until there was no space in between them. Jungkook licked into Jimin’s mouth, and when Jimin rolled back against him and moaned in response, he was sure to do it loudly.

The bass notes stopped, and Jimin felt a thrill in his stomach, kissing Jungkook back more violently, biting harder on Jungkook’s red, pouted mouth just to get him to make those soft, surprised grunts that got Yoongi going, taking care himself to whine breathily, how he knew Taehyung liked, when Jungkook ground his crotch against Jimin’s.

They didn’t stop for a good minute, kissing until Jimin was lightheaded and had no choice but to pull back, panting and more flushed than before.

Jungkook grinned at Jimin, glancing over his shoulder. His expression shifted into something a lot more self-satisfied, and Jimin resisted the urge to look too, very slowly pushing Jungkook away and sliding off the counter. He kept his eyes purposefully trained ahead of him, only looking at Yoongi and Taehyung when he stopped in front of the couch and turned bodily to face them.


They were sitting more or less the same way they had been before, but now they were both staring at Jimin, Yoongi with the shadow of a smile on his face, Taehyung’s eyes glinting, fingers fidgeting over his thigh.

“Real quick,” Jimin said, glancing around at them all. He took a quick breath. “You’re all okay with everything we’ve been doing? And talked about? Kissing each other. Fucking. Everything in between. All of it, all the over the phone shit, but in person.”

Yoongi’s expression softened, just a little, and Jungkook, having propped himself up against the wall next to the couch, scuffed his foot against it and nodded.

“Yes,” Taehyung said, voice a gentle purr. He leaned forward a little more, over his knees. “It’s all good.”

“Yes,” Yoongi said again, glancing back towards Jungkook, who nodded again, even said softly, “all green, babe.”

“Okay,” Jimin said, relaxing a little. He felt light. Definitely excited. His lips were still wet from Jungkook’s kiss. Jimin could feel Taehyung and Yoongi looking at them, didn’t need to see Jungkook to know he was still watching.

“I have an idea,” Jimin murmured, putting a finger to his lips when Jungkook made a small noise. “Try being quiet, Kookie. I think you’ll like this.”

Yoongi pushed the bass aside, leaning back on his hands. Taehyung stayed bowed forward over his knees, eyes trained on Jimin.

“Tell us, baby,” Yoongi said, smirk becoming more pronounced as he dragged his eyes up Jimin’s body. “What’s your idea?”

Jimin licked his lips, trying not to smile too much. “I thought we could play a game. Who cracks first. Me versus—” Jimin nodded at them, smile twitching wider “—all of you.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Cracks? Meaning what?”

“Meaning,” Jimin said innocently, stepping lightly over to where Jungkook was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. Jungkook didn’t move, but seemed to be holding himself carefully still, almost like an animal would when a prey was circling. Jimin stepped until his toes nearly brushed Jungkook’s, blinking up at him, “meaning you’re not allowed to touch me. If you do, you lose.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. Jimin saw his fingers twitch on his forearm, and he grinned before turning away, back towards Yoongi and Taehyung. “Same for you. No touching. You touch, you lose.”

“And what about you, do you lose?” Jungkook asked.

“Not really,” Jimin said, cheekily. “I guess, unless you all win, and just don’t touch me.” Jimin pushed out his lower lip a little, not missing the way Jungkook’s eyes flicked down to it. “If you think you can do that.” He glanced over at Yoongi and Taehyung. They both looked almost amused, but Jimin wasn’t discouraged, because they also looked very interested. “Don’t you wanna know what you win?”

Taehyung met Jimin’s eyes. His voice was calm, quiet.  “Tell us, flower.”

Jimin looked at Yoongi and Jungkook. “If either of you win, I’ll get the tattoo first. The one I’ve been talking about.”

“Shit,” Jungkook said immediately, eyes darkening.

“If you win, Taehyung,” Jimin said, turning to Taehyung. He slid his hands down over his hips, an innocent enough gesture, but Taehyung’s expression darkened a little too. “I’ll get the back dermals.”

“You should get whatever you—” Yoongi started, and Jimin cut him off by holding up a hand.

“I am, I want both,” he said, firmly. He looked from Jungkook, to Yoongi, and then to Taehyung. “I want all of it. This is just a matter of…” Jimin trailed off, and then, after taking in the three of them, the rapt attention all on him, Jimin grinned, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. “…what’s first.” He twisted his hips around, in a way that showed off the divots in his lower back, just over the waistline of his pants. Jimin looked over his shoulder, flushing at the hot, heavy look on Taehyung’s face. “Who touches me first. Guess you lose, but you still get me.”

“Mhm,” Yoongi said, tongue tip wetting the corner of his mouth as he considered Jimin. Jimin stood his ground, fingers toying with the tie on his pants. “Want us to want you that badly, Jimin?”

“Don’t you?” Jimin countered.

Yoongi clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Guess you’ll see.”

Jungkook grinned, and Taehyung’s gaze flickered over the two of them before finding Jimin again.

“One more thing,” Jimin said, already feeling himself clench, and fuck. Maybe the prep with the plug in the shower hadn’t all been for him, and maybe he’d hoped that while fucking himself with it. Just a little. Maybe he was overly ready to make them want him, and want them in return just as much. “The two who crack last get to fuck me.” He paused, swallowing as he looked at them all in turn. “Together.”

Jungkook glanced at Yoongi, the familiar hot spark of competition burning in his eyes as his gaze shifted to Taehyung, who was smiling behind his fingers now. Yoongi was the only one who didn’t physically react, save for one eyebrow lifting.

“Is that supposed to balance you not losing?” he said, a mean edge creeping into his voice that had Jimin’s cock twitching. “I know how much you love getting fucked dumb, baby. Two cocks is hardly a punishment.”

Jimin leveled Yoongi with his own challenging look. “I told you I don’t lose. If you’re scared, you can just sit out and never touch.”

Yoongi grinned. “I’m just teasing, Jiminie. I’m good. Are you?”

Jimin nodded, firm. “Let’s start.”

Taehyung finally sat back, draping his arm across the back of the couch behind Yoongi, and Jungkook input, “waiting on you, Jimin.”

And Jimin was glad Jungkook was back to his normal, cocky self because Jimin knew just how to get under his skin, when he was like this.

And maybe Jimin had a plan.

“Are you?” he said, turning his attention towards Jungkook even as he walked towards the couch, where Yoongi and Taehyung were sitting, watching. He thumbed along the waistline of his sweats, which he realized with a pleasant hum in his blood, were actually Yoongi’s. “Because that’s fine. I never gave you a time limit. I, ah,” Jimin said, bending down until his mouth hovered over Yoongi’s, just a few centimeters apart, “also never said that I couldn’t touch you.” He shifted, as if to kiss Yoongi, and had to contain his grin when Yoongi actually tilted his head up, as though preparing to kiss him back.

He pulled back with a mischievous grin, enjoying the glint in Yoongi’s eyes before winking at a smiling Taehyung and walking straight over to Jungkook.

“Hi, cutie,” Jimin said, pressing his entire body up against Jungkook and kissing him lightly on the mouth. “Are you ready for me?”

His crossed arms were already relaxing, and Jimin sighed against Jungkook’s mouth, rubbing up into him heavily until he dropped his arms. He didn’t touch Jimin, in fact, purposefully turning his palms to press into the flat of the wall, but it didn’t matter.

He was hard. And Jimin could feel that, so easily through their thin clothing.

“Cutie?” Jungkook said, narrowing his eyes a little.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, and without warning, grasped the bulge at the front of Jungkook’s pants, roughly. “You’re so hard, and you haven’t even touched me. It’s cute. Bet Yoongi thinks it’s fucking cute, too.”

Jungkook’s nails scratched against the wall for a second, and Jimin breathed out a small laugh, knowing how much it was killing Jungkook to not grab Jimin up in his arms and tell him to behave.

Jimin squeezed his crotch one more time and then dragged his hand up Jungkook’s abs, pushing up the sweater and fingers tickling at his tattoo. “Take this off.”

Jungkook tsked. “You gonna make me?”

“Don’t take it off then,” Jimin scoffed, using both hands now to push Jungkook’s sweater up over his chest so he could fasten his mouth over a nipple and drag his tongue over the barbell.

Jimin definitely relished in the hard fuck that punched out of Jungkook’s mouth, so much so that he dug his teeth in, foregoing anything gentle, unable to stop himself from giggling when Jungkook’s hands scrambled to pull his sweater off the rest of the way before slamming back against the wall.

“You call me desperate,” Jimin hummed, flattening his tongue against the bud and slowly dragging up. He liked when he could taste the metal, just a bare hint of it, so he did it again, and again, eyes fluttering shut before long.

“Yeah, and look at you,” Jungkook said, “desperate little slut.”

Jimin’s eyes snapped open, and he paused with his mouth half pursed around Jungkook’s nipple.

He straightened, tilting his head up so talk against Jungkook’s mouth. “I am a little slut,” he said, pushing down the sweatpants, enough to show he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, smiling at Jungkook’s hitching breath. “So maybe you should put me in my place.”

There was a low whistle from the couch, and Jungkook, who Jimin swore had been a second away from grabbing him around the hips or something, was jolted back to the goal, and he tilted his head roughly back and exhaled into the air.

Jimin threw a furious look over his shoulder, swallowing hard and trying to keep his expression in check when he saw Yoongi and Taehyung. Yoongi had been the one to whistle, and, despite the fact his shirt was half off, one arm still looped through the sleeve, Taehyung kissing up and down the exposed line of his shoulder, up his neck, then back down again, made it look hot instead of ridiculous. Taehyung also had one hand pushed down the front of Yoongi’s shorts. That helped too.

Yoongi actually winked at Jimin. “You didn’t say anything about us not touching each other.”

Jimin’s voice came out shakier then he wanted, and he told himself to get a grip, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen two beautiful, tattooed guys kiss. “You have to watch me, though.”

Taehyung lifted his lips from Yoongi’s neck. He, admittedly, had had his eyes on Jimin since Jimin had looked their way. “Don’t worry, pretty. We’re watching.” He pressed a kiss to Yoongi’s jaw, smiling when Jimin’s lips parted a little. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“That’s not fair,” Jungkook said, sounding frustrated, and it reminded Jimin of what he was supposed to be doing, what Yoongi had totally just stopped from happening.

Without another word, Jimin dropped to his knees, working his fingers into the waistband and fluidly stretching and pulling down until they were around Jungkook’s ankles. He didn’t tease, save for a kiss to the leaking head and a quick reminder up at Jungkook that fucking Jimin’s mouth counted as touching, before he sank down, all the way to the base, and held himself there.

He actually heard Yoongi groan something, and whether it was because of what Jimin was doing or something Taehyung had done, it made it easy to stay in place, even as he gagged a little, adjusting to the intrusion. What made it easier still was the vicious hiss that came from Jungkook. When Jimin looked up, Jungkook’s head was tilted back and his palm was pressed to his mouth.

Slowly, Jimin pulled off, heaving a breath as the tip slipped out of his mouth. He caught it lightly with his fingers, lips brushing against the wet skin as he said, “Jungkook.” Jimin smiled a little when Jungkook exhaled shakily and looked down at him. “You have to watch me, too.”  

Jimin kept eye contact this time, straining to as he pressed forward until his nose was tickling the hair at the base of Jungkook’s dick. He moaned, way back in his throat, pulling off a little sooner because the sudden tightness of Jungkook’s jaw had him giggling. This might be easier than he’d thought.

“Aren’t I such a little slut?” Jimin breathed, arching his back pretty and wrapping his lips briefly around the head. When he pulled back this time, there was a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Jungkook’s cock, and he hummed, putting his mouth around it again before the string could break. Jungkook’s next groan was a bit more strangled, and Jimin could hear his hands shift against the wall again.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said, speaking in a pout. He stuck out his tongue, looked up through his eyelashes at Jungkook as he tapped his cockhead against the flat of it. “Kookie. Show me what a fuckin’ slut I am. Make me take it.” His words were mumbled, wet.

“Don’t gotta make you do anything,” Jungkook said. The words were confident, but his voice was tight. “You’ll take it anyway, won’t you.”

Jimin parted his lips a little, sliding them up and down the shaft. “I know what you wanna do, though. Wanna make me choke.” Jimin curled his hand around Jungkook and pumped forward, and when Jimin pushed his fist back down towards the base, he followed with his mouth. Jimin did this a couple times before pulling off and tapping the tip against his tongue again. “Wanna make me cry? C’mon. Make me cry. Hit me, Kookie.”


“I want you to,” Jimin breathed, biting down on his lower lip hard as he looked up at Jungkook, smearing precum on his cheek with the leaking tip. “C’mon, cutie, don’t you wanna?” He whined, licking up under his cock, eyes flicking to Jungkook’s hand tense against the wall. “Wanna put me in my place? You scared, baby?

Jungkook was staring at Jimin, jaw still tight and lower lip red from his own teeth.

Want you to,” Jimin entreated, and he could see the flicker in Jungkook’s eyes, noticed the rigid twitch of muscle through his forearm. Incensed, Jimin flicked his tongue over the tip of Jungkook’s cock, grinning briefly when Jungkook groaned under his breath. Just a little more. “Hit me, Jungkook, please. God, show me what a fucking slut I am, c’mon—”

The pleasure that burned through Jimin’s flushed cheek when Jungkook slapped him across the face, hard enough to sting, was instantaneous. He whined when Jungkook roughly fisted his hand into the back of Jimin’s hair and pulled him towards his cock.

“Fucking open—your fucking mouth—” Jungkook hissed even as Jimin did, although he might have been smiling a little too much to blow Jungkook properly, actually laughed when Jungkook slapped him again, a little harder this time, a little better. God he loved that, loved how quickly he could break Jungkook down, loved what Jungkook was always so ready to give.

Jimin squeezed Jungkook around the thighs, looking up at him and relished the burn in his cheek for a beat before he opened his mouth wide and let Jungkook fuck right into his throat.

He let Jungkook use him like that for a little bit, up until there were tears on Jimin’s cheeks and he started to feel the undeniable urge to to touch himself. Jimin whined, as loudly as he could, choking a little around Jungkook and tapping twice firmly on the side of his thigh.

Jungkook immediately released his grip on Jimin’s hair, and as Jimin pulled back, he slanted his eyes over to where Yoongi and Taehyung were sitting, allowing himself to sag just for a moment against Jungkook’s legs as he took them in.

Both their shirts were off now, Yoongi in nothing but his boxers (and barely, at that) fully straddling one of Taehyung’s legs, facing him. Yoongi was angled in a way that he could still see Jungkook and Jimin, quite well, even as Taehyung fisted up and down his cock.

They looked so good together, so fucking good. For a moment, Jimin forgot what he was doing.

Then Yoongi looked his way, and Jimin tore his eyes away, glancing back up at Jungkook. He was still watching the pair on the couch, but when Jimin made a noise, kissing the leaking tip of Jungkook’s cock, Jungkook turned to look back down at him.

“Jimin,” Jungkook muttered, dragging his fingers down Jimin’s stinging cheek.

Jimin breathed out slowly, mouthing over Jungkook’s dick before he pulled away and said, “fuck me.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “I lost.” He was still breathing hard. “I thought Yoongi and Taehyung got to—”

“They do,” Jimin hummed, quivering a little at the thought of both Yoongi and Taehyung inside him, couldn’t help but look their way again and bite his lip when Taehyung twisted his wrist and Yoongi’s head fell back a little at the touch. “They will. But,” Jimin turned back to Jungkook. “Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it first.” He flicked his tongue over Jungkook one last time before standing, shimmying the rest of the way out of his pants as he did. “Don’t you want to?” he teased, then leaned closer to he could whisper into Jungkook’s ear, “who do you think is gonna crack first?”

Jungkook’s hands were roaming up and down Jimin’s sides, all around his back, like he was making up for not being able to do so earlier, and Jimin sighed a little into it, reluctantly pulling away and making his way over to the couch. He got down on his knees next to where Taehyung and Yoongi were sitting, settling forward on his elbows and pushing his ass out.

Jimin loved that all of them stopped to look.

“Well is someone gonna fuck me?” Jimin said, shifting a little closer to Taehyung and Yoongi, up until he was nearly in Taehyung’s lap too, until all he had to do to put his mouth on Yoongi’s cock, where Taehyung’s fingers were still pumping, was lean forward.

Jimin peeked up at Yoongi. “Yoongi? Don’t you want to?”

“Jimin,” Yoongi growled, fingers digging into his own thighs. Taehyung pumped him slowly, and Yoongi’s head tilted back again just as Jimin felt something wet smearing all up and down his crack.

He swallowed his gasp, looking over his shoulder to see Jungkook dropping the lube bottle on the couch cushion. Jungkook pushed in two fingers, and meeting little resistance, pushed in three, smirking when Jimin moaned, pushing back into it.

Jungkook smacked him, and Jimin had to consciously not rub his cock down into the couch cushions for relief. Instead, he whirled back around to look at Taehyung and Yoongi, eyes falling to the pretty pink head of Yoongi’s cock. Just as Jungkook was spreading his cheeks apart, spitting down on his hole just to make it messier, Jimin ducked down to suck Yoongi’s cock into his mouth. When Jungkook fucked hard into him, Jimin’s lips touched the sides of Taehyung’s fingers, still curled around the base of the shaft.

Fuck,” Yoongi said, his voice gruff, and Jimin was delighted at how hard it seemed for Yoongi to not put his hands in Jimin’s hair, keep his head down until he was jerking and gagging around his dick.

“Pretty,” Taehyung said, and it was the first he’d spoken in what felt like ages, his voice dripping over Jimin like hot wax. Jimin half expected the familiar touch of his hands afterwards, then remembered the game, his idea.

Jimin whined.

“Aw, sweetheart,” Taehyung whispered. He had stopped moving his fingers now, but still gripped tight around Yoongi’s cock as Jimin bobbed his head, each forward thrust of Jungkook’s hips forcing him to take Yoongi deeper. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? Couldn’t wait for Yoongi and me, had to get Jungkook to fuck you first?”

Jimin lifted his mouth from Yoongi, crying out when Jungkook smacked him hard again, thighs clenching as he tried to stay upright. He was practically in Taehyung’s lap, but Taehyung still wasn’t touching him, and neither was Yoongi, and Jungkook fucking hard and fast into Jimin from behind was starting to make him desperate.

Taehyung sounded almost amused when he spoke next. “Put you mouth back on Yoongi, petal.”

Jimin looked at Taehyung, eyes widening a smidge when he saw the lube Taehyung was rubbing between his fingers. He licked his lips, slightly surprised, but fiercely glad that Taehyung was going to touch him already.

Then Taehyung tugged Yoongi’s boxers down until they were bunched around his thighs, exposing his hole for Taehyung to circle his finger around.

“Fuck,” Jimin said, was pretty sure Jungkook cursed too. Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s hips slipped, and when he slammed forward into Jimin again, Jimin lost his balance a little, falling a little further in-between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“Please,” Jimin said, whining when Taehyung chuckled, clinging onto the hard glint in Yoongi’s eye as he looked down at him, seeing the bob of his adam’s apple when Taehyung slowly pushed a finger inside Yoongi. “Yoong—” he whispered, starting to lick around Yoongi’s cock again, letting the moans Jungkook was fucking out of him spill from his mouth. “Mm—mmg, Yoong—Yoongi—” he panted, sank down towards the base again, leaving a mess of spit on Taehyung’s fingers there, pulling up to gasp and whine as Jungkook kept himself buried deep, began circling his hips little. “G-god—your cock’s so good, so good.” Jimin gasped, arching back into Jungkook. “Jungkook fucks me so good, want y-you to fuck me good, too—” Jimin’s tongue swirled around the tip “fuck me better—”

Yoongi grinned, grinned, head falling back more fully as Taehyung pushed his finger inside up to the knuckle, breath leaving him in a small whoosh. “Always so fuckin’ inconsiderate,” he said as Jimin looked up at him. “When Jungkook’s doing all the work—”

“Mm—m’not,” Jimin gasped, choking when Jungkook fucked into him hard, leaning heavily over him to grab him by the hair and push his face back down towards Yoongi’s cock.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jungkook growled, bringing his hand back to smack Jimin again. “Already knew he was good for nothing but fucking. Right, Jimine?”

Jimin nodded with a sharp cry. He could feel drool somewhere on his chin, although he couldn’t bring himself to wipe it away. Instead, Jimin suckled once more around the head of Yoongi’s cock, deciding that enough was enough. He was ready for Yoongi and Taehyung to touch him now, couldn’t believe they hadn’t yet with him all but in their laps, with Jungkook fucking him right in front of them.  

It was hard to keep his voice even, with how hard Jungkook was going at it (him), but Jimin was nothing if not determined, so he clutched Taehyung’s thigh hard with one hand, Yoongi’s with the other, swallowing thickly before he spoke.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whispered, pushing himself up, closer to Yoongi’s face. He waited until Yoongi looked at him. “Yoongi, I just wanna be full. Haven’t I been good?”

Taehyung laughed, then groaned, pressing his head back against the couch cushion, tugging Yoongi a little further onto his lap to keep his fingers inside him, and consequentially, Jimin tumbled a bit closer into Taehyung too. Jimin could feel Taehyung’s breath in his ear, wanted to scream at how badly he wanted Taehyung to just lean forward and kiss him.

Yoongi was looking equally torn, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. It was so fucking hot, seeing him like that, tattoos curving up the sides of his ribs, rippling as he moved his hips back against Taehyung’s hand. Jimin wondered what Yoongi looked like when Taehyung fucked him, wondered if Yoongi let out the same sounds he made when Jungkook fucked him.

“That’s it,” Taehyung whispered into Jimin’s ear, quiet enough that no one else could hear. “He’s about to crack. Wants to touch you so bad, petal. You’re so sweet.”

Jimin was emboldened, pressing his lips clumsily across Yoongi’s chest, amping up his little sounds as Jungkook fucked into him harder. “Y-Yoongi—” he whimpered. “Yoongi, haven’t I been so good, baby's been so good, just wanna feel you—” Jungkook snapped his hips, and Jimin could feel the brush against his prostate, and his subsequent moan was wretched. “Fuck. Yoongi, Yoongi, please, can’t you please—t-touch me—m’your little cumslut, need you to show me—”

“Gonna fucking come,” Jungkook said suddenly, and Jimin didn’t have a chance to be annoyed with him for ruining his breakthrough before Yoongi was groaning and gathering Jimin’s face in his palms to drag him up for a kiss.

“Fuck,” Yoongi hissed into his mouth, licking between his teeth, sucking hard on Jimin’s lower lip and laughing darkly when Jimin’s cries became stuttered, muffled into his mouth as Jungkook neared his climax, fucking harder, fucking faster. “Fuck, you fucking tease, fuck—open your mouth, lemme hear you—”

Jimin felt tears prick at his eyes, pleasure burning to all the edges of his body, his fingers, his toes, his head even felt hot as his kept his lips parted, let Yoongi have what he wanted.

Taehyung had moved forward too, almost immediately after Yoongi kissed him, and Jimin wanted to sob when he felt Taehyung’s hand on the back of his neck, almost gentle, his lips back at Jimin’s ear, kissing now in between his words, “you’re gonna look so pretty with those piercings, Jiminie.”

Jimin almost laughed, and a strangled sound ended up coming out of him when Jungkook buried himself deep and stayed, cursing as he ground his orgasm into Jimin, scratching red lines up his thighs, down over his ass, smacking it one more time for good measure.

Jimin let his mouth hang open as Yoongi licked into it, around his teeth, over his tongue, behind the swell of his lips, the metal barbell in his tongue clinking. Taehyung was kissing the side of Jimin’s face, down his neck, murmuring sweetly into the skin. “So pretty petal, what a pretty flower.”

Jimin clenched tight when Jungkook started to pull out, making to turn his head but stopping with a quick gasp when Yoongi held him in place. Jimin could hear Jungkook hiss something under his breath, press himself against Jimin as Yoongi secured a grip under his chin.

“What are we gonna do with you, baby?” Yoongi said, kissing Jimin’s parted lips. “Hm?”

Jimin blinked, eyelashes clumped with tears, and nodded, dumbly. Yoongi grinned, infuriatingly confident even with Taehyung likely two fingers deep now. His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth. Jimin wanted to suck on the silver barbell. “Use your words.”

“You’re gonna fuck me,” Jimin said, then turned his head, hard enough to break of Yoongi’s grip so he could look at Taehyung when he said it again. “Right? Baby?”

Taehyung soothed his hand over the top of Jimin’s head, fingers sifting through the sweaty strands. “Yeah, honey. Gotta get you ready.” Taehyung’s eyes dragged over to Jungkook, who was still just behind Jimin, his cock rubbing between Jimin’s cheeks. Taehyung’s eyes glinted. “Are you still hard, Kookie?”

Jimin blinked, felt Yoongi smile against his jaw. Jungkook didn’t sound bothered when he responded, “looks like it.”

Taehyung grinned. “Great. Sit right here.” He patted the spot right next to him. “Jimin, sweetheart, get in his lap.”

Jimin ended up not having to move too much, just swung his leg around when Jungkook sat down with a small huff while Yoongi briefly stood, shucking off his boxers and helping Taehyung take off the rest of his clothes, too. When Yoongi settled back on Taehyung's thigh, Jimin was already rolling his hips forward into Jungkook, reaching behind him to push the tip of Jungkook’s cock against his rim.

“Ah—fuck—” Jungkook hissed. There was a brief moment of resistance before Jimin’s ass was flush with Jungkook’s thighs and his cock was inside him again, warm and pulsing and wet. Jimin leaned forward to swallow Jungkook’s small, subsequent noise.

“What a good boy,” Taehyung said, sounding pleased, and Jimin pulled back to look at him, sitting right next to Jungkook, back to fingering Yoongi, almost casually.

Yoongi was straddling Taehyung’s leg, sitting close enough that his knees bumped Jimin’s calf. And Yoongi—Yoongi was rubbing one lube-slicked finger up against Jimin’s rim, pushing it in alongside Jungkook’s dick with little resistance. 

“Fucking slut, Jesus Christ,” Yoongi muttered, breath hitching at a twist of Taehyung’ wrist. He shot Taehyung a glare, and Jimin couldn’t help but laugh, cheeks resting against Jungkook’s head as Yoongi teased a second finger inside.

“You take it so well,” Taehyung hummed up at Jimin, smiling when Jimin bit his lip, swallowing a noise when Yoongi pushed in two.  

“You like that? Let us hear,” Taehyung murmured, and Jimin opened his mouth, a low whine coming out when Yoongi slowly scissored his fingers.

“Feels good,” Jimin gasped, shifting his head so he could duck down to kiss Jungkook again, something to do with his mouth. Jungkook kissed him back, languidly. He was barely shifting his hips, letting Jimin do most of the moving as he adjusted quickly to Yoongi’s fingers.   

“You’re gonna take Yoongi and Tae so good, sweetie,” Jungkook said into Jimin’s mouth. “I know how much you love taking two at once.”

Yoongi chuckled, a third finger pushing in, much slower than the first two.

“Fuck,” Jimin said, voice coming out high-pitched and tight. He arched his back a bit, moaning when Yoongi kissed his bare shoulder. He could feel Taehyung’s free hand curled around his knee, and Jungkook’s hands were resting over the curve of his hips. “Fuck,” Jimin said again, breathless. “Ah, fuck, Yoongi, y-you—ah.”

Yoongi was three fingers deep now, slowly shifting them back and forth, and Jungkook was cursing a little brokenly underneath Jimin as Yoongi rubbed up against his cock.

“Cute,” Taehyung cooed, leaning over to kiss Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook tsked, turning his head before Taehyung could pull away to kiss him properly, biting down on Taehyung’s upper lip, scraping his teeth along it slowly until he released it.

“That’s so,” Jimin’s voice broke, Yoongi now steadily fucking into him, “hot.”

Taehyung grinned up at Jimin, pressing another quick kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. “Yeah?”

“Wanna see you two fuck,” Jimin whispered, and Jungkook half giggled, nudging his nose against Taehyung’s to push him away.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” Yoongi said, twisting his fingers a bit and humming when Jimin let out a small cry. “If you’re really good, maybe we can arrange that.”

“I’m about to be—” Jimin gasped as Yoongi did something with his fingers that had him briefly seeing white “nngfuck, I’m—gonna be really good, m’gonna take you both.” Jimin rocked his hips back, hard and fast and sudden. Jungkook attempted to steady him by the waist.

Jimin didn’t stop moving. “You n’Tae,” he said, rocking against Yoongi’s fingers, “gonna be so tight and wet for you, god, I can’t wait—” Jimin’s head tilted back, sigh floating up into air when Yoongi latched his lips onto Jimin’s neck. “M’ready, I just want you to fill me up, please—”

“He’s asking so nicely,” Jungkook said, fingers massaging Jimin’s backside. “So sweet.”

“Sounds kinda selfish to me,” Yoongi muttered, biting down on Jimin’s shoulder, letting Jimin roll his hips more. “Just wants to be full.”

“No I—I—” Jimin shook his head, whining. “Please, please.”

Yoongi kissed his neck. “Please what?”

Jimin’s eyelashes fluttered, heavy lidded gaze settling on Taehyung, who had taken his fingers out of Yoongi and was now slowly pumping his cock. “Please—please can you both please fuck me, please?

Taehyung grinned, surging forward and up so he could kiss Jimin square on the mouth. “Pretty petal. Of course we can.” He considered Jimin for a moment, teeth gnawing around the silver loop through his lip. “Mm. Jungkook. Stand up for a second.”

“Hang on,” Yoongi muttered. He pulled his fingers out of Jimin, placing that same hand on Jimin’s lower back and bracing against it, as if for balance. Jimin understood a moment later when Yoongi shifted sideways on Taehyung’s lap, leaning over until his tongue could drag over and around Jimin’s rim, right where Jungkook’s cock stretched it.

“Oh fuck,” Jimin said, voice breaking. The metal ball on the tip of Yoongi’s tongue dragged around Jungkook’s cock, where there was no doubt a mess of lube and cum. “Fuck fuck, fuck!

“God, that’s nasty,” Jungkook said, sounding delighted, hands coming around to spread Jimin’s cheeks to give Yoongi better access. “God baby, that’s so hot.”

Yoongi hummed, pulling away abruptly. Not a moment later, Jungkook slowly eased Jimin off his cock, and Jimin almost sobbed at the sudden aching emptiness, tightening his legs around Jungkook hips and burrowing his head into his neck. “Please,” he moaned as Jungkook wrapped him close and stood, easily, like Jimin weighed nothing. 

“Be patient,” Jimin heard Taehyung say, a warning in his voice, and Jimin wrapped his legs more tightly around Jungkook's waist, burrowed close as he could in their position.

“Sweet,” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s hair, kissing him. “So sweet. Jesus, you make me so fucking hard.”

“You’re so cringey,” Jimin said, wiggling weakly, his cock sliding against Jungkook’s stomach. He reached down, rubbing a finger over one of Jungkook’s nipples, slowly twisting the barbell through it.  “Hmmm.”

Jungkook laughed, kissing the side of Jimin’s face.

“If you’re done being fucking cute,” Yoongi said from the couch. 

“Touchy,” Jungkook grinned against Jimin’s mouth before putting him back on his feet. 

When he turned and looked down at the couch, Jimin bit down on his lip so hard, he swore he felt something burst, and actually had trouble swallowing, leaning briefly against Jungkook as he saw how Taehyung and Yoongi had positioned themselves.    

During the short time Jimin had been curled up into Jungkook, Taehyung had twisted himself and Yoongi around so they were facing each other on the couch, laying back so both their heads were propped on the opposite arm rests.

Taehyung’s legs were spread wide, Yoongi’s thighs pressing down on top of Taehyung’s, his calves bumping against Taehyung’s ribs as he scooted closer. Their lower halves were touching as intimately as two people could touch without fucking, Yoongi’s thighs close enough to Taehyung’s that their cocks could press flush together.

For me, Jimin thought, staring down at them, the way Yoongi grinned when Taehyung reached forward to briefly curl his fingers around their dicks, holding them together and shifting his gaze to Jimin. God, for him to sit on and take and feel.

“Oh, fuck,” Jimin breathed, already climbing onto the couch, grateful for the deep seat of it, leaving enough room for him to kneel right at the edge with pair in front of him, one hand curling over Yoongi’s thigh, the other over Taehyung’s. He could feel himself twitching, feel that need to be so completely filled, couldn’t believe both Yoongi and Taehyung were going to be inside him, thought their cocks looked so fucking pretty together.

“Wait,” Yoongi murmured when Jimin moved to sit over them, and Jimin protested when Jungkook held him back, reaching for the lube.

“I’ve got plenty, I’m so wet back there, I’m good,” Jimin whined as Jungkook spread more lube all along his crack.

“Let Jungkook help, flower,” Taehyung said. “You gotta go slow.”

“Baby,” Jimin said, humming when Jungkook curled his fingers around Jimin’s upper arms and took on the brunt of his weight. “I can handle it. You know I can.”

Taehyung had seen Jimin take Yoongi and Jungkook at the same time. He did know.

“Go slow for me,” he urged anyway. He slipped one hand up under Jimin’s thigh, guiding one leg gently over his own. Jimin panted, leaning his back heavily against Jungkook chest to take some weight off his legs as he carefully planted the other foot by Yoongi’s waist.

“Good,” Taehyung praised, and if that didn’t alight a warmth in Jimin—

“Yeah?” he whispered. Taehyung still had a hand on Jimin’s thigh, and Yoongi’s fingers were tickling around Jimin’s ankle, and Jungkook was so fucking steady behind him. It was almost overwhelming, how surrounded he felt, how delicately but so confidently they were handling him.

“Yeah,” Taehyung said. “Open yourself up.”

A soft grunt caught in Jimin’s throat as he maneuvered around Jungkook’s arms, past the tight grip he had on Jimin’s waist so he could reach down and spread his cheeks, hips angling towards Yoongi and Taehyung. Jimin pressed more heavily against Jungkook’s front in doing so, but Jungkook didn’t sway back, just dropped an easy kiss to his neck. A moment later, Jungkook was guiding Jimin’s hips, and Yoongi’s touch had left Jimin’s ankle, gone to steady his and Taehyung’s cocks as Jimin lowered over them.

“Ha-hah, fuck,” Jimin said tightly, arching into Jungkook as his hole, stretched and slick, twitched around the tips. Jungkook hummed, lifting Jimin back up by the hips just a smidge and murmuring when Jimin groaned in protest.

“I’m fine,” Jimin gasped, tossing his head a little against Jungkook’s chest, a desperate urge for him to guide Jimin back down. “M’fine, come on, Kookie—ah, ah—“

His fingers hurt, from how hard they were digging into his skin, just to keep his cheeks spread, but it was worth it, so, so worth it just to feel the way Taehyung and Yoongi’s cocks slid around the wet, sensitive skin there before the tips, pressed together with the help of Yoongi, caught near his rim.

“Th-there—” Jimin whispered, trying not to sag in Jungkook’s grip, tongue briefly sticking to the roof of his mouth as he panted. “There, yes—” Jimin dug his fingers in closer, held on harder, could feel the skin stretch as he pulled his cheeks up and apart. Jimin bodily pushed his upper back against Jungkoow’s, allowing him to cant his hips just the way he needed, to take that first inch.

Fuck,” Jimin said, and it came out loud, whiny, and he pushed so hard and violently against Jungkook he actually started to slip sideways a little. Jungkook’s hands quickly slid up his sides to grasp him closer to his chest, fingers digging into his nipples. Taehyung’s hold on Jimin’s thigh was suddenly tight, and Jimin sank down a little further, took them both a little deeper.

Jimin’s mouth dropped open, although nothing came out. His stomach flexed, abdominals clenching and unclenching as he continued to lower his hips. He could feel the stretch, feel himself adjusting and tightening around the thickness of both their cocks, slowly pushing it at once.

It was slower, this way, but Jimin relished in that. He liked feeling the burn, appreciated the wet, hot drag of Yoongi and Taehyung inside him, and all at once, he could feel himself relax, the slight burn in his thighs disappearing as he moved down quicker.

“Honey—” Taehyung whispered, and it was the wrecked rasp in Taehyung’s voice that had Jimin moaning outloud and sinking the rest of the way until his ass was flush with their thighs and it was just thick hot full holyfuck—

Jimin’s cry drowned out whatever Taehyung had been about to say, Yoongi’s low, wordless hiss, and he didn’t even register Jungkook’s hot puff of breath on the back of his neck. It was so much, so much. Jimin could feel Taehyung and Yoongi stretching his walls, felt them throbbing because it was so tight, could feel the ways their legs were twitching against each other, under him, how that made their cock slide and rub inside his walls and it was so much and so good, and he was finally full.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said, and his voice was even rougher now. His eyes, when Jimin tilted his head to meet them, were searing.

Jimin couldn’t find it in him to say anything, just nodded his head down at him, poked out his tongue to wet his lips and heard something high pitched and breathy in his ears, realized belatedly he was moaning nonsense, half of it wordless, the other half jumbled combinations of yeah and fuck and good.

“Baby,” Yoongi whispered from Jimin’s left. He had moved his hand down to stroke slowly up and down Jimin’s calf. “Baby, fuck.”

“So good,” Taehyung said, fingers squeezing Jimin’s thigh reassuringly. “You’re so good, did you know that?”

Tae,” Jimin burst out, voice hitching when Jungkook lightly rubbed his fingers, pressing into his chest, over a nipple. “Nng—Taehyung, you—”

So good,” Taehyung said firmly. “You’re so perfect, pretty—ah, ‘Minnie, y—”

“Good?” Jimin whispered, because he was starting to move, now, using the leverage of his feet planted in the couch, and the weight he was putting on Jungkook to move up and down.

“So good,” Taehyung purred. “You could just sit there looking as pretty as you are and you’d be perfect.”

“Gonna fuck yourself, though, aren’t you?” Yoongi said, hand steady on Jimin’s leg. “Can’t stay still?”

“Want it,” Jimin gasped out, and that was it for him words-wise, because there were better things to worry about, like picking up that perfect rhythm, Jungkook supporting his weight perfectly just behind him as Jimin began to bounce properly, moans choking out of his throat on every downward drop.

It was tight, it was so fucking tight and Jimin could feel that, the muscles in his lower back aching and clenching and then relaxing as it became easier and easier to take Yoongi and Taehyung, until Jimin was balanced enough to go seeking Taehyung’s hand on his thigh, just to be able to hold a small part of him.

Jimin worked his hips harder, feeling sweat begin to pool around his collarbones, slicking on his back between him and Jungkook. But he didn’t stop, didn’t want to ever fucking stop. There was something tight already coiling in his abdomen, and Jimin just moved more quickly, slipping his hand out of Taehyung’s to wrap around his own cock.

Yoongi was arching up a little off the couch, swallowing rough little noises in his throat as Jimin rode him and Taehyung faster, harder.

“Jimin, ah—fuck,” Yoongi moaned, he moaned, and Jimin whirled to look at him, feeling Taehyung’s hand, encouraging on his thigh.

“Are you gonna come?” Jimin gasped down at him, already knowing the answer, feeling it in the way Yoongi was suddenly moving his hips. He was fucking up into Jimin, meeting his downward movements with upward thrusts. Not enough to jostle Jimin, but god, god could he feel it.

“Fuck—” Yoongi whispered.

“It’s okay—harder, Yoongi, it’s okay—”

Yoongi let out a low moan, beginning to roll his hips up in earnest while Taehyung stayed still under Jimin, legs a solid weight under Yoongi’s as Yoongi ground up into Jimin.

“He asked you a question, love,” Taehyung suddenly said, and he was speaking to Yoongi, growling at Yoongi as his nails dug little marks into Jimin’s thigh as he rode them harder, stuttering little moans pouring from his mouth. “Are you gonna come?”

“He’s so fucking tight,” Yoongi muttered, starting to jostle Jimin a little with how hard he was fucking up into him. “Both of you feel so good—”  

“So, are you?” Jungkook said to Yoongi, dragging his nails across Jimin’s nipples. Jimin’s cock pulsed so hard in between his fingers, Jimin thought for a split second he was coming, but it ebbed, and Jimin was left gasping.

“Yoongi I wan—want to feel you, really make a mess, please—

Yoongi didn’t respond save for a roughly grit out yeah, and then it was just his cock, sliding in and out of Jimin’s alongside Taehyung’s, quick and without finesse.

Jimin loved it. He could feel himself squeezing around Yoongi and Taehyung, choked out a weak noise with his head lolling against Jungkook’s chest. And then, without another warning Yoongi was grinding up into Jimin so hard it almost hurt, in fact had Jimin arching away from Jungkook with a cry as Yoongi came inside him. Everything was already so wet, and Jimin exhaled shakily when he thought about how much wetter Yoongi was making him right now, spilling his cum all over his insides, all over Taehyung’s cock still hard and thick inside Jimin, too.

“Aah, fuck—” Yoongi whispered, hips stuttering, then he groaned raggedly when Jimin began to move again, working his hips up into his own hand, chasing his own orgasm, not quite there, but so, so close.

Jimin was rolling his hips so hard, so vigorously, that Yoongi, beginning to soften, slipped out of Jimin’s hole with a wet, lewd noise. He made a breathless noise, pushing himself up enough to curl a hand around Jimin’s waist, leaning forward to kiss his side.

“Baby,” he mumbled, groaned, weakly hushing Jimin’s responding whine.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Taehyung whispered, and he was sitting up, suddenly. Jungkook helped Jimin balance as Taehyung pushed himself a further away from Yoongi on the couch, with Jimin in his lap. A couple moments later, Taehyung took over from Jungkook, guiding Jimin to turn a little in his lap until Jimin's back was pressed against Taehyung’s chest. Jungkook moved towards Yoongi, then, fingers curled around his own cock, and although Yoongi was flushed and breathless, he stirred at Jungkook’s approach, reaching to replace Jungkook’s fingers with his own.

“Jimin,” Taehyung murmured into his shoulder as Jimin's hand worked weakly at his own cock, “petal. Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, Tae, yeah,” Jimin said desperately. His wrist ached, his rhythm was jerky, and he could feel cum dripping out of his ass, all over Taehyung’s lap, felt so close to tipping over the edge but didn’t know if he could do it himself. He didn’t really want to. “I wanna—please?”

“Hold on,” Taehyung said, guiding Jimin’s hand to the couch’s back rest, so he could steady himself. “Just like this, okay?” He kissed Jimin’s jaw. “Yeah, like that, hold on. Gonna make you come now, like you deserve.”

Jimin didn’t even have a chance to nod before Taehyung was leaning back on his hands and fucking up into Jimin’s stretched, slick hole, hard and rough and wild.

Jimin nearly fell over, despite his grip on the side of the couch. It was impossible to not be jostled forward a little, but Jimin welcomed it,  arching his back and pushing himself back onto Taehyung’s cock. Every upward thrust of Taehyung’s hips resulted in a loud, wet smacking noise as their skin came together and separated, had Jimin’s teeth clacking, desperate noises gasping out of his throat.

“How’d we get so lucky, hm?” Taehyung husked against his neck. “Jiminie, how’d we get so fucking lucky with you?”

Jimin’s next gasp came out a sob.

“Let it out,” Taehyung said, crooning his approval when Jimin’s began jerking himself off clumsily again, but in earnest, body bouncing like a ragdoll in Taehyung’s lap. “Pretty doll, you’re good, so perfect, take it so well.”

“Mmn, nng—Tae, I’m—”

“That’s it, sweet, you’ve been so good.” Taehyung’s voice was so mumbled and low, Jimin might not have understood it, were it anyone else whispering for him to come. “Just like this, just like this, come on my cock like this.”

Jimin blinked through the wetness in his eyes, inhaling sharply at the sight of Jungkook quickly fisting his dick, the tip smacking against Yoongi’s pierced tongue as he sat near the edge of the seat and waited for Jungkook to come again. His skin was flushed and shining, hair matted at the nape of his neck.

They both looked so fucking good.

“Pretty, aren’t they?” Taehyung whispered. “Almost s’pretty as you.” His fingers dug into Jimin’s skin, breath breaking across his skin. Jimin’s ass felt heated, stinging from the constant skin against skin contact, his rim sensitive and tightening around Taehyung’s cock.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, and Jimin’s reaction was involuntary, breath hitching, skin tingling, gut tightening.

“I—” Jimin might have said, but the orgasm was already crashing over him, shooting so far that some even landed on Yoongi, white streaks on his skin that Jimin would have licked it off, if he had the sense of mind. But all he could feel was the thickness of Taehyung inside him, the way his muscles clenched around Taehyung’s cock, the slick, stickiness of his fingers pumping out the rest of his orgasm, white webbing between his hand and his skin when he pulled away.

“Ah, Jiminie,” Taehyung whispered into Jimin’s ear, and then he was pushing Jimin forward, crowding him face down into the couch and driving himself inside him, one, two, three, hard, hard, so hard Jimin choked for air, spit smearing down his chin. “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.” He had his hand on the back of Jimin’s head, was pushing Jimin’s cheek into the cushion, tugging his hips up a little higher with his other hand, for a deeper angle.

Taehyung fucked him hard like that until he came, too, burying himself deep in Jimin’s ass when he finally did, a soft noise pushing past his lips, much gentler than the way he was moving. Jimin could feel the mess on his stomach sticking to the cushions, felt liquid dripping between his legs, leaking from his hole where Taehyung was slowly, slowly pulling out.

Jimin heard some quiet voices above him, then Taehyung was lying on his side, back against the backrest, pulling Jimin close to him. Jimin dimly registered that Jungkook and Yoongi were walking away, Jungkook for the kitchen, Yoongi upstairs towards his bedroom.

“Did Kook come again?” Jimin mumbled after a moment, eyelashes damp against his cheeks when he blinked.

“You shouldn’t be asking about him,” Taehyung replied, sounding fond. He kissed the back of Jimin’s head. “Yeah, he did. All over Yoongi’s face, can’t even aim.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook’s voice came, but he sounded tired, almost dreamy, in the way someone did after waking up from a very refreshing nap.

“How are you, flower?” Taehyung said to Jimin, smoothing his palm over Jimin’s forehead to push his bangs back, repeating the action slowly over and over again. “You’re amazing. You’re literally perfect.”

“Tae,” Jimin said, sighing and burrowing himself closer to Taehyung, flushing when he felt the wet, sticky mess on the backs of his thighs rub against Taehyung’s bare skin. “Ah—”

“Filthy,” Taehyung said, sounding like he was smiling. His lips dragged over Jimin’s neck. “So fucking filthy. You’re perfect.”

Jimin whined. “We just shampooed this couch a month ago.”

“I think it was worth it,” Taehyung said sagely, and Jimin couldn’t help the weak giggle that bubbled up his throat, especially when Taehyung began to pepper his face in quick but adoring kisses, mumbling, “pretty, pretty, flower” over and over again.

“Hey,” came Jungkook’s voice from just beside them, followed by the couch dipping as Jungkook sat. He had a glass of water in hand, which he put a bit closer to Jimin on the cushion.

“Where’s the one with the straw?”Jimin grumbled, lifting his face a smidge and squinting at the glass cup.

“I couldn’t find it.”

“I want it,” Jimin said, groaning when Taehyung started to prop them both up, just enough for him to be able to drink from the glass.

“Spoiled brat,” Jungkook said as he held the glass closer. “Just take a sip.”

“Spoiled baby,” Taehyung corrected, coaxing the glass closer until it touched Jimin’s lips. He took a small sip through pursed lips.

“It’s cause he always gets what he wants,” Yoongi said. He was walking down the stairs, a blanket dragging behind him, a couple towels bunched in his arms. In one free hand was a little mason jar with a straw stuck through the lid.

Jungkook made a small noise, rolling his eyes as he stood, but his fingers were gentle in Jimin’s hair as he ruffled his bangs once before meeting Yoongi at the bottom of the stairs and taking the glass from him to fill in the kitchen.

Jimin smiled warmly at Yoongi as he took Jungkook’s place and opened up the larger towel. “Stay just like that,” he said as Taehyung eased Jimin’s back against his front. When Yoongi pressed the towel to Jimin’s stomach, where his cum was drying, the cloth was wet, and warm.

“Feels nice,” Jimin sighed and Yoongi began to clean up the mess around his front.

“When you’re up to it, you and Tae can shower,” Yoongi said, patting up and down Jimin’s stomach, dragging a little harder over the divots of his abs.

Jimin giggled, batting him away. “That tickles, enough.”

“Hang on,” Yoongi said, although he was grinning, switching to another damp part of the towel and gently pulling it up over Jimin’s soft dick.

“S’sensitive,” Jimin complained, pressing harder back against Taehyung, whose lips tickled the back of his jaw as he hushed him.

Here,” Jungkook said, holding out the filled mason jar, the glass already dewing with liquid.

Jimin scrunched up his nose cutely, flopping onto his stomach and half crushing Yoongi’s hand under his side as he reached for the cup, eagerly fastening his lips around the straw and sucking.

“You really might have an oral fixation,” Jungkook said as Yoongi tugged his hand out from under Jimin and scooted closer to begin wiping down his backside.

“He’s just a baby,” Yoongi commented, briefly tickling Jimin’s sides.

“Leave me alone,” Jimin grumbled around the straw, already halfway done with the water.

Taehyung nuzzled into Jimin’s side. “Our cutest baby.”

Stop,” Jimin whined, even though the attention was making him giddy. Taehyung’s lips were still brushing across the side of his face, the occasional kiss dropping on his shoulder. Yoongi had the blanket in hand now, and was dragging it up over both Taehyung and Jimin, while Jungkook sat down right on the floor beside him and put his fingers back in Jimin’s hair, brushing through the strands all the way down to the back of his neck.

“How are you?” Taehyung asked softly.

“Good,” Jimin said back, feeling almost overly satisfied, a pleasant ache settling in his body. Taehyung’s body was so warm and steady pressed against his back, Yoongi and Jungkook a comforting presence in front of him.

He was good.