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      Penetration, Rimming, Spanking, multiple_orgasms_(cock_ring), mild
      breathplay_(mentioned), Praise_Kink, humiliation_kink_(minor),
      exhibitionism/voyeurism_(mentioned), Minor_Swearing, Slight_focus_on
      yoonmin_at_the_end, because_I'm_hopeless_yoonmin_trash_lol, cross-posted
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      Published: 2015-07-13 Words: 10682
****** Entertain us ******
by NightsBurning
Summary
     Jimin sometimes feels like the pressure is getting too much. His band
     members are all far too willing to help him out with relieving some
     stress, though.
     ______________________________
      
     “So eager, aren’t we?”
     Yoongi’s voice reminds Jimin of the fact that the others are all
     still there, watching him, and a helpless whimper leaves his parted
     lips.
     He feels suddenly vulnerable under their combined gazes, shame
     burning deliciously in the pit of his stomach and dusting his full
     cheeks pink. At the same time, their heated stares set his skin on
     fire and arouse him only further.
     “God, you like that, don’t you? Being watched by us while you are
     about to get fucked – you’re so messed up, hyung”, Taehyung says
     amazed and in slight awe and Jimin’s body shudders violently with the
     combination of the muttered words and Hoseok’s skilled touch.
      
     One of his weaknesses is dirty talk and of course all of them know
     that by now.
Notes
     Oh my god I can't believe I wrote this! *douses myself with holy
     water*
     This is ot7, Jimin-centric smut (I wanted to write a pwp, but
     somehow, a little bit of feels and fluff sneaked in, especially
     towards the end). Read at your own risk!
      
     WARNINGS (again, because I'm extra careful xD): underage (because of
     Jungkook), double penetration, light dom/sub dynamics, rimming,
     spanking, multible orgasms (cock ring), mild breath play (mentioned),
     praise kink, humiliation kink (minor), exhibitionism/voyeurism
     (mentioned), minor swearing
     Also, English is not my native language, so be aware of the grammar.
      
     Ps.: Slight focus on yoonmin at the end, because I'm hopeless yoonmin
     trash, lol. (It's still minor, though, don't worry! xD)
     Pps.: This might sound awfully familiar to you, because I crossposted
     this fic on asianfanfics. Don't hesitate to leave comments and kudos,
     though. lol
     Anyway, here we go! Enjoy! ^-^
See the end of the work for more notes
 _____________________________________
 
 
Jimin gets the feeling that they planned everything out.
Because when he steps into their dance studio – wanting to practice a little
and thinking that he’ll be all alone this late at night – they are all there,
waiting for him.
 
He falters in his steps, equally surprised by their unexpected presence and
intrigued by the sheer hunger in their eyes. He feels slightly nervous under
their devious gazes – like they are the hunters and he is the pray.
 
They watch him a little bit longer – how he wets his suddenly dry lips with his
tongue, how his biceps flexes when he lifts one hand to drag it through his
slightly messed-up hair – and then they swarm him, fall upon him like starved
wolves over a clueless deer. They overwhelm him easily.
 
Not that he tries to fight them, though. He welcomes their eagerness, their
harsh treatment.
 
Which brings him in the current situation of kneeling right in front of one of
the floor-to-ceiling mirrors in all his naked glory, both hands pressed against
the smooth pane for support while Hoseok is taking care of him.
Right now, the older is kneeling behind him, sneaking his left arm around
Jimin’s middle and stroking his hard cock way too half-heartedly and slowly.
 
Jimin feels a curious finger slick with lube at his entrance and he presses his
ass backwards against the slight touch, knees scraping over the hard floor and
forehead falling with a low thud against the cold surface of the mirror.
 
He hears a dark chuckle behind him and the tip of a thumb presses in slightly
before leaving him again almost straight away. He throws his head backwards and
keens.
 
“So eager, aren’t we?”
The pleased words come not from Hoseok – whose mouth is currently occupied with
licking the sweat off of Jimin’s back and sucking a bright purple hickey in the
smooth flesh of his nape – but from a patently watching Yoongi, one hand
working casually over his fully erect cock straining against his pale stomach.
 
His voice reminds Jimin of the fact that the others are all still there,
crowding him in a distance of about three metres, watching him, and a helpless
whimper leaves his parted lips.
 
He feels suddenly vulnerable under their combined gazes, shame burning
deliciously in the pit of his stomach and dusting his full cheeks pink. At the
same time, their heated stares set his skin on fire and arouse him only
further.
 
“God, you like that, don’t you? Being watched by us while you are about to get
fucked – you’re so messed up, hyung”, Taehyung says amazed and in slight awe
and Jimin’s body shudders violently under the combination of the muttered words
and Hoseok’s skilled touch.
 
One of his weaknesses is dirty talk and of course all of them know that by now.
 
Hoseok’s thumb is back, dipping in for a few seconds and withdrawing again.
Jimin feels so frustrated, he might actually cry.
 
Hoseok’s hand leaves his ass completely to come back down on his left cheek
harshly, eliciting a strangled yelp from him. Jimin’s body jerks forward and he
suppresses a moan.
 
Jungkook clicks his tongue in disapproval.
“What are you doing?” he asks, not pleased.
“Don’t hold back. We want you to put on a show for us. Entertain us, Jimin.”
While Yoongi is sitting to Jimin’s far left, Jungkook is sitting to his right
and their eyes meet through the mirror. A lazy smile grows on the younger’s
face as he lifts one hand and flicks it over his own swollen member, letting
Jimin watch.
 
Jungkook’s face blurs out when Hoseok smacks him again harder, the sharp pain
bringing tears to his eyes. He sticks his butt towards the older, practically
begging for more. Hoseok smirks against his left shoulder blade and hits him
again gladly.
 
It hurts, but it hurts so good.
 
Jimin is slightly embarrassed by his almost masochistic vibes, but Hoseok’s
hand meets his butt cheek again and every thought vanishes from his mind. He
arches his back and wails loudly, no longer containing his sounds of pleasure,
and Jungkook hums in satisfaction.
 
Hoseok continues with spanking the living daylights out of him and by the
eighth blow, Jimin is sobbing quietly, his ass red and aching, body shaking and
cock dripping with precum.
 
Just when he thought everything might actually become too much, the pain now
dancing on the edge of becoming unpleasant, Namjoon speaks up.
 
“Stop.”, he says, practically snarls and Hoseok lets go of Jimin immediately,
withdrawing both his hands and his skilled mouth, leaving the younger as a
shivering mess against the mirror.
 
God, it’s so good and he might as well die, because maddening pleasure is
eating away at him and it’s too much and not even close to enough at the same
time.
 
Jimin whimpers in despair when Hoseok draws back suddenly, leaving him all hot
and bothered. They don’t let him suffer for long, though.
 
He hears slight rustling, the sound of footsteps coming closer and then Jimin
can spot Namjoon’s slim figure - through his still unshed tears and the flimsy
ray of fog covering the mirror created by his own desperate gasps for breath –
making his way over to the pair kneeling on the floor.
Their leader crouches down on his left side and Jimin feels a new pair of hands
on his body, one stroking lightly over his sweaty back and rubbing his sore
backside soothingly, causing goosebumps to rise on his body, while the other
goes into his damp locks, scraping slightly at his scalp and forcing his head
back.
He shudders violently at Namjoon’s grip because the other is just so dominant
in everything he does, one simple touch from the rapper is enough to get him
excited.
 
Namjoon closes in and Jimin can feel a set of lips pressing against the shell
of his ear before sucking his lobe in and coaxing a moan out of him.
 
“You are such a good boy, Jiminnie, enduring Hoseok’s smacks without
complaining. You gained yourself a reward, don’t you think?”
He whispers throatily but loud enough for everybody to hear, moving his mouth
from Jimin’s ear southwards, nibbling at his long neck. Jimin closes his eyes
and hums distracted, tilting his head sidewards to give his hyung better
access.
 
“Hoseok will give you something special.”
Namjoon promises, dragging the pointer finger of one hand teasingly over
Jimin’s rim while grasping his chin with the other and turning the younger’s
face in his direction.
 
Their lips meet in a heated kiss and Jimin immediately opens his mouth, letting
Namjoon explore the inside of his mouth with his tongue, voicing a small
whimper and shyly casting his eyes down in utter submission.
 
Namjoon pulls back eventually, delivering a small object Jimin can’t make out,
because his eyesight is still hindered by unshed tears, to Hoseok and leaving
both of them alone, taking his spot between Taehyung and Seokjin. He exchanges
a sly smirk with both of them before he continues to watch the show unfolding
before them.
 
The dancer is curious about the thing Hoseok has received from their leader but
the older shows it to him straightaway, before holding it between two fingers
and dragging it slowly down his spine, the cold foreign material irritating his
heated skin in the best way.
 
Jimin arches into the touch, his eyes glazing over with lust and mouth opening
to a helpless moan, because it’s a fucking cock ring and they really want to
ruin him tonight.
 
The next moment, Hoseok sneaks one hand around his middle, reaching for his
neglected member and slipping the cock ring on before Jimin can do something
about it.
 
His hips jerk forward and his hands ball to tight fists against the mirror
because that damn thing feels way too tight and good at the same time.
 
“Ready to receive your special reward?”
Hoseok asks behind him, nuzzling his nose in the short hair at the back of his
neck, both hands roaming over his sensitive body now and grazing both his
nipples ever so slightly.
 
Jimin presses back against Hoseok’s broad chest, feeling the underside of his
erect cock rubbing against his rim and he shudders in anticipation.
 
“God, yes, hyung. Please, hurry up.”
He pleads instantly, biting his lip and turning his head to look at Hoseok with
hooded eyes, managing to look as fucked-out as possible. He swears he can hear
Taehyung’s and Jin’s combined moans and sees Yoongi shift uncomfortable out of
the corner of his eye and a lazy smirk grows on his face.
He is a little proud of himself for evoking such a reaction from them.
 
Instead of an answer Hoseok pulls away to slide further down his body, hands
landing on his hips in a tight grip and Jimin can’t see what he is doing, not
even through the mirror.
 
A startled yelp leaves him when he suddenly feels a hot mouth on the firm flesh
of his left buttock. He’s still raw and quite sensitive there from the former
treatment and he can’t suppress the drawn-out sob that falls from his plumb
lips when Hoseok starts to suck and bite at the abused skin.
 
Jimin hisses and claws at the fucking mirror because Hoseok moves to the right
and he can feel a wet tongue gliding in between his cheeks and god damn!
 
The older boy is dragging his tongue over his puckered hole and everything is
too much. It’s the first time someone is actually exploring him there with
their fucking tongueand it feels so foreign but oh so amazing at the same time.
“Oh” he shudders violently, body going rigid under Hoseok’s skilled
ministrations. “OhGod!”
He moans deeply, pressing back against the rapper, who repeats the lazy drag of
his tongue for a few times before he lays his whole mouth over his entrance and
sucks.
 
Jimin trashes in his grip, throwing his head back in overwhelming pleasure and
sobs,long and drawn-out.
His thighs are positively shaking by now and he crumbles against the mirror,
letting Hoseok reduce him to a panting, shivering mess.
 
He doesn’t even care anymore that he looks greedy and desperate, because heat
is coiling in the pit of his stomach, his penis straining against his
unforgivingly tight bounds and he feels like losing his mind over the steadily
rising pleasure.
 
Hoseok’s tongue is finally entering him and he is already about to lose it.
God.
 
“Too much… ah… h-ha hyung, it’s – it’s too much… ahhh! N-no, st-stop-”
He wails loudly, closing his eyes and shaking his head unconsciously in
disbelief.
Hoseok ignores him however, thrusting his tongue deeper inside, smiling against
his tight little butt.
 
It’s almost a shame how fast he is reaching his first climax. On the other hand
it’s only natural, the spanking had spiked his excitement while the unfamiliar
yet so satisfying sensation of another’s tongue exploring his insides did the
rest for him.
 
“So needy, Jiminnie… Can’t take it anymore? You might as well just come.”
Hoseok hums in amusement and bites lightly at Jimin right buttock. The younger
jerks slightly, a breathless sigh falling from his lips.
 
In the next moment, however, Hoseok slides his right hand up his abdomen – the
tightly flexed muscles rippling and jumping under his skilled touch – taking
one nipple between his thumb and index finger and teasing the erect nub with
slightly dragging his nails over it, while his other hand closes around his
painfully hard, leaking cock, pumping it a few times.
 
On the same time, he thrusts his long tongue deeper than ever in the singer’s
tight heat and the younger is coming, mouth open in a silent scream, one tear
escaping his tightly shut eyes. His body is bending and twisting, writhing
deliciously as Jimin undergoes the painful, mind-numbing pleasure of a dry
orgasm.
 
He comes down from his high moments later, slumping exhausted against the
mirror and looking back at Hoseok through half lidded, unfocused eyes. He gives
the rapper a thankful smile.
 
“God, Jimin, you are so fucking beautiful.”
The words stir something inside of Jimin, because if dirty talk is one of his
weaknesses, words of praise are high on that list, too. Besides of that, it’s
Jin who hissed this words in fascination and slight disbelieve and the oldest
almost never loses control over himself like this.
 
Jimin is proud of himself for eliciting such a strong reaction from his hyung
and a wave of affection for all his band members washes pleasantly over him.
 
They give him no time to catch his breath, though.
One moment, he is still recovering from his rather strong climax, the next
moment he feels the presence of another person next to him and long fingers
knead into his dark, tousled locks, forcing his head back.
 
Jimin locks eyes with an impatient Taehyung who has mischief written all over
his smug face. He goes straight in for the kill, forcing his lips on Jimin’s
and prying his mouth open with his tongue. The thumb of his unoccupied hand
brushes against his nipple lightly, making the dancer sigh against his lips.
 
Taehyung breaks the kiss and turns Jimin’s body around so that he is facing a
still-kneeling Hoseok, nibbling on his earlobe from behind. His hand is still
tangled in the elder’s hair and he drags on it, revealing his long neck for him
to devour.
Taehyung attacks the newly exposed bit of skin eagerly with teeth and tongue,
leaving pretty dark-violet marks on his way. He sucks on Jimin’s pulse for a
moment, earning a pitiful whimper.
 
He allows himself an arrogant smirk before he rearranges Jimin’s head so that
he is looking down on Hoseok’s fully erect cock.
 
“Your hyung took good care of you, hmm, Jimin? He deserves a reward, don’t you
think?” He rumbles in his deep baritone, sending pleasant shivers down Jimin’s
back.
 
He can feel Taehyung’s delicate fingers pulling on his hair, lowering his head
until he is eye-to-eye with Hoseok’s rather impressive, precum-leaking dick.
 
“Put that pretty, little mouth of yours to good use, baby.” Taehyung purrs,
patting his still sensitive backside affectionately.
Hoseok beams at Jimin, taking his chin in one hand and dragging his thumb over
his plumb bottom lip. He looks as eager as Jimin feels.
“Yeah, come on, Jimin. Suck-“
 
He isn’t even able to finish that sentence, because his entire length is
already engulfed by Jimin’s hot cavern. A startled groan escapes him and he
puts one hand on the mirror for support.
 
Jimin is just so fucking needy, he would do everything for them to get him off
again. Moreover, he wanted to taste at least one of their dicks tonight, so he
was kind of waiting for the opportunity.
 
He moans in content around Hoseok’s cock, sending shocks of pleasure down the
other’s spine.
 
“God, you are so horny, aren’t you? You’re practically begging to get fucked.”
Taehyung murmurs in fascination, using Jimin’s state of distraction to push one
curious digit into him.
 
Jimin’s back arches in surprise and he almost chokes on Hoseok’s dick,
accidently deep throating him. He recovers rather quickly, however, and both
him and Hoseok can’t suppress the sounds of delicious pleasure falling from
their lips as Taehyung’s finger lazily explores the singer’s tight heat while
the tip of the rapper’s cock brushes against the back of Jimin’s throat.
 
“Holy shit”, Yoongi mutters.
 
The three of them must be quite the sight.
 
Taehyung presses another finger in and starts to scissor Jimin, missing his
prostrate on purpose. That fucking tease.
 
Jimin would probably kill him if he wasn’t so occupied with his hyung’s dick.
In order to distract himself from the burning pleasure rising in his stomach
and the painfully delicious pressure throbbing between his legs – that goddamn
cock ring – he concentrates solely on the task of sucking Hoseok off.
 
Jimin grabs the base of his hyung’s cock in one hand, pumping lazily, while
swirling his tongue a few times around the tip, tasting the precum there and
grazing the sensitive skin teasingly with his teeth ever so slightly.
He gets off on Hoseok’s deep, guttural moans for a few minutes before he
decides to turn things up a bit.
Jimin doesn’t even warn his hyung, before he suddenly takes as much of Hoseok
in his mouth as he can, tongue lying flat against the underside of his massive
dick, massaging the slowly pulsing vein there. He hollows his cheeks and sucks.
 
Hoseok grabs him hard by the hair to the point where it’s practically painful,
throwing his head back and almost howling in pleasure.
 
He holds Jimin in place and starts to snap his hips forwards, setting an
unforgivingly fast pace.
The younger relaxes his jaw and tries not to gag while the other mouth-fucks
him ruthlessly.
 
Taehyung’s fingers stopped their movement, as the orange-haired boy is just as
fascinated by the erotic scene unfolding before them, as everyone else.
 
Hoseok stills eventually, a deep, satisfied moan falling from his lips and
Jimin jerks, then swallows, as hot liquid suddenly shoots down his throat.
 
He would’ve swallowed every last drop of the rapper’s warm semen, if the other
hadn’t taken hold of his cock and pulled the younger away by his hair harshly.
The last ropes of sticky white land on Jimin’s face and he closes his eyes on
instinct while he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, desperate to drink
as much of Hoseok’s tasty cum as possible.
He can feel the thick substance landing on his closed eyes and left cheek,
plastering his long lashes together.
 
“You really are our little slut, hyung.” Jungkook whispers amazed.
 
Jimin knows everybody is watching him and enjoying the few, so he lifts one
hand, collects some cum on his finger and sticks the digit into his mouth
afterwards, sucking it clean. He hums in contentment.
 
That’s the moment when Jimin hears a sharp intake of breath, a mumbled curse
and Yoongi is suddenly all over him, patting Taehyung’s hands away and bringing
their bodies flush together.
A dark growl leaves his lips as he presses them to Jimin’s violently, exploring
the other’s mouth, biting at his bottom lip until he draws blood.
 
“Look at you!” Yoongi snarls darkly, taking his chin in a firm grip and turning
his head from one side to the other, admiring Hoseok’s magnificent work.
“Cum suits you.” He states, chuckling. Then he leans forward, licking most of
the semen off of his cheek.
 
The redhead reminds Jimin of a barley contained animal and he is aroused to no
end as he lets himself being manhandled on Yoongi’s lap, bringing his legs to
either side of his kneeling form.
 
“You are so beautiful, Jimin!” his hyung breathes, pressing two digits into him
and losing no time in fucking him open roughly. Jimin can do nothing but moan
and try to match Yoongi’s fast pace, as he is a little overwhelmed by the
other’s passion.
 
“Fucking gorgeous.”
 
Yoongi finds his prostrate not long after, attacking the tight bundle of nerves
mercilessly by rubbing his fingertips into it.
 
Jimin’s back arches violently, their chests colliding, and Yoongi drinks his
weary sighs and shuddering sobs right off of his lips.
 
He continues to fuck Jimin open with one hand, adding a third finger not long
after, and brings his other up around his delicate neck.
Jimin can feel it, how his hyung’s fingers close slowly, tightly over his
throat, crushing his wind-pipe ever so slightly, his Adam’s apple wobbling
under the foreign touch. He gasps for breath, feeling Yoongi’s tongue lick into
his open mouth and he claws at his hyung’s back, going wild with pleasure.
 
God, it feels so good, his line of air being slightly, controlledly cut off and
he has just enough difficulty in breathing freely, his field of vision blurring
out just at the edges. Jimin can feel the rhythmic pulsing of his own veins
against the side of his neck and the blood is roaring in his ears. His body
screams in pleasure as heavy, laboured breaths fall from his plumb lips.
 
Yoongi wanders from Jimin’s mouth to his chin, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses
against the side of his neck, until he reaches his left ear.
 
“We are going to fucking wreck you, Jimin. TaeTae will lay himself down for you
and you can ride him, while I fuck into you from behind. Think you can handle
that, hmm, Jiminnie?”
He asks huskily, chuckling darkly as Jimin whimpers in barely contained want.
 
“Think you can take both of us, at once?”
He plunges right into his sweet spot and Jimin sees fucking stars. His body
jerks, he presses down against Yoongi’s fingers. He feels light-headed now,
with the lack of oxygen in his system.
 
Yoongi loosens his grip slightly to give him room to answer.
 
“Yes, yes, yes. God, I can take it, hyung, everything you want. Just… please…
It’s too much…” Jimin chants, practically sobbing again, because pleasure is
wrecking through his body and he wants to come, but they won’t let him.
 
Yoongi kisses him again, more gentle now, releasing the hold of his neck
completely. He nips at the dried blood on Jimin’s bottom lip, while the other
catches his breath.
 
“You are such a good boy, Jiminnie. So pretty, only for us. We are going to
give you what you deserve. We’ll shower you with attention and remind you that
you are our favourite.” Yoongi coos, suddenly so concerned and loving.
They are going slow now, every movement drawn-out and desperate. Yoongi lets
his hand wander a little higher, from the younger’s neck to his left cheek,
rubbing his thumb tenderly over his prominent cheekbone.
 
Jimin is overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all.
Yoongi is not simply preparing him, he is exploring his body like a sculptor
his work, opening him up like a delicate flower – peeling layer after layer of
carefully built-up self-control and detachment off.
He draws patterns into his skin with curious fingers and tongue, holding him
like he is something precious, something sacred, so careful, so careful… in
awe… and Jimin’s chest is swelling, threatening to burst, because their
combined love is so much more than what he deserves and he’s not worthy but
thankful, oh, he is so thankful…
 
Jimin blinks hot tears of appreciation away and once he meets Yoongi’s burning
eyes, he can’t look away, because he is amazed by the sheer adoration, the raw
emotion in the other’s gaze. His breath falters and he can only stare wide-
eyed, his heart skipping a beat, itching longing crawling under his skin.
Yoongi works a forth finger into him, determined to prepare him enough for
twococks and he shudders violently in the elder’s grasp.
 
The others are still watching them silently, obviously affected but laudably
patient and Jimin can’t wait until they lay their hands on him, too.
(Save for Hoseok, who already got his orgasm and is now leaning against the
mirror, watching them exhausted but seemingly satisfied.)
 
“Taehyung, come on. Our Jiminnie is prepared enough, at least for your cock.”
Namjoon orders softly, watching as the younger lies himself on his back.
 
A bed would come in handy now, because the floor a.) Is uncomfortable as hell,
b.) Only allows Yoongi to fuck into Jimin while he is riding Taehyung at the
same time when he is kneeling, which results in him having not that much
mobility.
 
At the same time, this is an advantage as well.
 
Yoongi won’t be able to hurt Jimin, when he can’t move that freely.
 
One dick alone usually fits just well, but to take two at the same time is a
very difficult task. Jimin needs to be thoroughly prepared and even then do
they have to be careful.
 
The have some experience now, but when they tried this for the first time –
with Namjoon and Yoongi – they could prepare Jimin as much as they wanted, he
still tore. It could’ve been worse – at least for Jimin – because the others
were so aware, they stopped immediately when they saw the first droplets of
blood in order to take care of him.
It still hurt and the fact that nobody touched him for the next two weeks –
because they wanted him to be completely healed (and because they all felt
incredibly guilty) – drove him nearly insane, but he was hardly as concerned as
the others.
God, they handled him with kid gloves for the next month – as if he would break
when they did as much as look at him the wrong way.
He found it cute, but fucking annoying at the same time.
 
He had to beg them on his knees – literally – to try it again and this time
they succeeded – with a new constellation of Hoseok and Taehyung and hell of a
lot more lube.
They found a few things out in the progress and they made a few rules.
 
Rule number one, no Namjoon or Jin.
 
As cruel as it sounds, they are both just too thick in size and Jimin wouldn’t
be able to take them.
Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung all pass, because their dicks are thinner and
longer. They work in any constellation, as long as they contain themselves.
 
Rule number two, not too much movement.
 
Which leads to a special cause, rule number three, Jungkook.
 
The maknae would technically fall in the same category as Yoongi, Hoseok and
Taehyung – his size is just fine – but there is one difference. While the other
three fuck for their and the other’s pleasure, Jungkook fucks to destroy.
He likes when his partners fall apart under him, when they come undone by his
ruthless thrusts. Jimin usually likes that, likes to get totally wrecked. In
combination with double penetration, though, it is quite a problem. Jimin would
definitely get hurt, if the younger fucked him mercilessly like this.
So, Jungkook is only allowed to join, when he has some restraints – being bound
to the head post while Jimin rides him and takes another dick from behind, for
example. Or being observed by another member, who interferes when the youngest
gets too wild.
 
The last thing all of them want is to hurt Jimin, though, so they all follow
the rules very strictly. They never had an accident like the first one again
and Jimin is pretty happy about that. It is an amazing feeling, being filled
with not only one, but two cocks, and he really doesn’t want to go without it.
 
Yoongi is still preparing Jimin with four fingers, while Taehyung gets into
position, cock thoroughly coated in lube.
 
The redhead gives Jimin a last, burning kiss on the lips, before pulling his
fingers out – earning a pitiful whine from the younger at the loss – and
turning him around in his lap, grabbing him hard by the hips. Jimin can feel
Yoongi’s chest brush against his shoulder blades, the underside of his erect
cock gliding teasingly over his rim and he swears, he fucking hiccups as he
feels a hot mouth, sucking his earlobe in.
 
He is so needy, he can’t even think straight anymore. The cock ring hurts, he
wants to come, and he doesn’t know… It’s so hot, his insides are burning, his
stomach is twisting and pleasure wrecks his body.
“Please” He sobs, not even knowing for what he’s begging anymore. “Please,
Yoongi-hyung! Please-“
He just wants release… Please, let him co-
 
Every thought vanishes from his mind, when Yoongi lifts him up suddenly and
helps him to sink down in one go on Taehyung’s erect cock, the slide almost too
easy with as much as Jimin is prepared.
 
Taehyung groans and Jimin sobs because it feels so good, so, so good and he
doesn’t know how he should survive this. They are killing him with pleasure and
he is so exhausted already, so fucked out, but far too eager and restless at
the same time.
 
He lays both hands on Taehyung’s chest to balance himself and lifts himself up,
sinking right back down again, setting a fast space right from the start.
 
Taehyung is so much better than fingers, bigger, hotter, rubbing against his
walls in the best way. Jimin feels every small movement and it’s amazing.
Heavenly.
 
He throws his head back, eyes closing automatically with the intensity of the
sensations and he moans shamelessly, embarrassment forgotten a long time ago.
 
Taehyung grabs him by the hips, swatting Yoongi’s hands away, to help him with
keeping up the rhythm. His grip is so hard, he might leave bruises.
 
Jimin wants him to leave bruises. Wants a reminder that he was good, for them.
 
Yoongi sits back on his heels and lets them have their moment, one hand back to
work over his own erect cock and he exchanges glances and amused smiles with
the other members until his eyes fix on Namjoon, waiting for the signal to make
his move.
 
Namjoon watches Jimin and Taehyung a while longer before meeting Yoongi’s eyes.
His expression is unreadable, but one corner of his mouth curls up to a
lopsided grin. He nods his head, giving Yoongi permission.
 
Jimin is lost in his pleasure, so when Yoongi touches him once again, right
hand coming to rest on the back of his neck, he is caught off guard and a
startled yelp escapes him, rhythm faltering ever so slightly. Yoongi rubs
soothing circles into his skin, tongue lapping lazily at the outline of his
shoulder, before he leans back, pushing Jimin forward gently but firmly.
 
Jimin’s arms give way and he falls forward, almost burying Taehyung under him.
He is able to catch himself with both elbows, placing them beside the younger’s
head, and he suddenly finds himself face to face with Taehyung.
He is kind of absentminded, though, because the new angle allows Taehyung to
glide in even deeper, tip of his cock brushing against his prostrate. Jimin’s
eyelids flutter and he bites his bottom lip, brows slightly furrowed in
concentration, as he slowly wiggles his ass, enjoying the friction against his
sweet spot.
 
Taehyung groans softly, half distracted by the delicious heat wrapping firmly
around his member, half tempted by the glorious sight above him and he can’t
help himself, he has to lift one hand to bury it in Jimin’s dark locks,
dragging the older down for a heated kiss, dominating him even from underneath
him.
 
Jimin opens his mouth obediently, whining into Taehyung’s mouth while the
younger sucks on his tongue, grip in his hair so strong it almost hurts.
 
“You’re such a good boy, Jimin, working so hard and giving us so much.”
Yoongi mumbles, hand wandering from his neck between his shoulder blades,
fingertips gliding lower, over his spine. His fingers are like fire on Jimin’s
sweaty skin and the singer feels goosebumps rising, his moans swallowed by
Taehyung’s greedy lips.
 
Yoongi reaches the cleft of his ass, hand dancing slowly over the still raw and
sensitive skin, massaging the firm flesh ever so slightly. Jimin whines and
Yoongi smirks.
 
He grabs the bottle of lube Jin is handing him with his unoccupied hand,
opening it with experienced speed. He wastes no time and turns the bottle
around, watching as the clear substance slowly drips down at Jimin’s ass and
rim.
 
The rapper drags his pointer finger through the moist mess, smearing the lube
around Jimin’s hole in order to spread it – Taehyung moaning quietly as he
brushes the base of his cock – before he presses the finger in slowly next to
Taehyung’s swollen member.
 
All of them stay still for a moment, giving Jimin the time to adjust to the
wide stretch. Then Yoongi adds a second finger and starts to move gently, very
carefully. Taehyung mouths at Jimin’s neck and continues to rock his hips
slightly, cock barely moving in and out of him.
 
Jimin’s back arches and he spreads his legs wider, already wanting more,
harder, faster, for them to wreck him.
 
“Please, TaeTae, Y-Yoongi – ah – I need- I-I- oh god- I need-“ He trails off,
coherent thoughts long since forgotten, the pleasure raging through his body so
strong, he can’t even form one fucking sentence anymore.
 
Taehyung hits his prostrate and Yoongi ads a third finger and his body is
trembling. Too much, too much, his body is heating up, burning, the pleasure,
the mind numbing pleasure…
 
He’s desperate… so fucking desperate… Insane… He’s going insane…
 
He feels a few tears escaping his tightly closed eyes because it’s good, too
good, and he can’t bear with it any longer.
 
“Please! Ah… hah… please, please, please… ah, ah…”
He is rambling, chanting the words like a mantra, begging, begging until he
feels the tip of Yoongi’s cock finally brush teasingly against his entrance.
 
Taehyung stops all movement and Yoongi is the devil himself, because he still
has the nerve to tease Jimin, although he is about to lose it.
 
“How bad do you want it, Gorgeous?” He asks throatily, smirking as Jimin sobs
frustrated, more tears falling.
 
“So bad, Yoongi-hyung! So fucking bad! Please, please,help me…” He hiccups,
eyes clouded and unfocused, lips trembling and Taehyung growls and Yoongi
groans because the singer looks so wrecked already, so beautifully undone, just
for them.
 
“We’ll make you feel good, pretty boy. Promise.” Taehyung states fondly,
placing a chaste kiss on Jimin’s sweaty forehead, hands dangling in his damp
hair.
 
“Always trying so hard, always so perfect, only for us. Gonna reward you,
Jiminnie, don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.” Jin adds from the side, unable
to keep silent any longer.
 
“Here I come, Jiminnie. Brace yourself.” Yoongi coos softly and Jimin nods,
giving him permission.
 
Everything is so intense all of a sudden, it feels like time is slowing down:
Yoongi is carefully sinking into him besides Taehyung, gritting his teeth as he
barely holds on to his self-control. Jimin can feel both of them, hot and
throbbing, brushing against his prostrate. Taehyung is exploring his face with
both hands, brushing his hair back, thumbs wandering from his temples, over his
cheekbones, down to his collarbones. He smiles breathlessly up at Jimin,
kissing his never stopping tears of consuming pleasure away. Yoongi leans
forward, body brushing against Jimin’s, sweaty skin on skin, supporting his
weight on his outstretched arms that he positions on either side of Jimin’s
forearms and the younger feels hot breath ghosting over his nape before the
rapper buries his nose in the short hair at the back of his neck, inhaling his
cent deeply.
 
Then Taehyung and Yoongi start to move, at the same time.
 
Jimin throws his head back and sobs shamelessly, helplessly pressing back
against them and meeting their frantic thrusts with eagerness.
His arms and thighs are positively trembling now, because it’s so good, one of
them pressing forward when the other draws back so that his sweet spot is
continuously hit.
His own prick is trapped between his and Taehyung’s bodies, friction delicious
but simply not enough.
 
Everything is not enough.
 
Yes, there are two cocks inside of him and two bodies winding around his own,
hands and mouths and curious tongues everywhere on him, demanding, exploring,
marking him as their own.
But they still hold back – have to, in order to not hurt him – and this damn
cock ring…
They manage to drive him higher and higher, excite him further and further
until he just lets go, losing himself in his pleasure, losing himself in them.
 
His moans are falling freely now from his lips, an intimate melody that nobody
will ever hear except for them, the world spinning around him in a white-hot,
feverish blur.
 
He knows that they can tell how hard the lust is raging in him, because all of
them come closer, Hoseok laying a hand over one his, Jin petting his head and
straightening some tousled strands of his hair out, Jungkook and Namjoon
stroking over his sides, tracing the contours of his rips. Taehyung’s and
Yoongi’s grip on him tightens ever so slightly.
 
They are all there, watching over him, trying to protect him and showering him
in their love. Their - despite the given situation almost innocent - affection
overwhelms him only further and his muscles tense up.
 
He is desperate now. His body is restless. He feels himself falling apart,
coming undone right in front of them. He finds himself not minding it.
He trusts them enough to give everything of him to them.
 
Taehyung thrusts up and hits his prostate head-on. A flash of whiteness
explodes behind his closed eyelids and he bites his bottom lip, a low groan
rumbling in his chest.
 
The next moment, he feels a cool hand grabbing his chin and lifting his head
up, the tip of a foreign cock brushing against his lips.
Jimin sticks his tongue out, tasting the precome collected there before opening
his mouth obediently and taking the entire length with ease.
 
As he opens his eyes and blinks up at whoever he is sucking off, he meets
Namjoon’s smug expression. The rapper’s hand wanders from his jaw to his messy
hair, coming to rest at the back of his head. He is just holding him, however,
and lets Jimin set the pace.
 
The younger closes his eyes again, feeling reassured and he hums in
contentment, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from his leader.
 
He is going to come like this, he can feel it. Although he already came once,
although the cock ring is still firmly set in place.
 
But Yoongi and Taehyung fill him up so thoroughly, stretching him far beyond
his usual boundaries, the heads of their cocks brushing against his prostrate
in such a good way and Namjoon feels hot and heavy in his mouth, the precum-
leaking tip of his dick prodding the back of his throat ever so slightly.
 
On top of that, they are caging him with their bodies, Taehyung’s chest
colliding with his, Yoongi pressing against his back and it’s almost too much –
their sweaty skin against his own, the heat radiating off of them, their hands
on his body, their touch greedy and rough as they take him like they own him.
Yoongi is nibbling at the shell of his ear, teeth grazing his skin ever so
slightly and Taehyung is nosing his throat, sucking one purple mark after
another into his creamy flesh.
 
Jimin can only moan in helpless pleasure around Namjoon’s dick, the elder’s
hands so big and tranquilizing in his damp locks, his thumbs brushing against
his pulsing temples from time to time.
 
As close as Jimin is already, it’s actually Yoongi who reaches his climax
first. He gets in an upright position all of a sudden, hands closing around
Jimin’s hips in a death grip and his rhythm falters slightly. His body goes
rigid after a particularly deep thrust, and he is coming inside of the younger.
Jimin can hear the small groan rumbling through his chest and this sound in
combination with the feeling of the other’s semen coating his inner walls is
nearly enough to drive him over the edge as well.
 
The sight of Yoongi losing himself in his pleasure, Jimin’s back arching at the
sudden violent thrust and him sinking even deeper down on his cock as a result
is enough to get Namjoon going as well.
The fact that he had to hold back for a long time while others took care of
Jimin may also be a reason why he comes so easily.
 
“God, Jimin, do you even know how fucking amazing you are? Our good boy…” He
groans while he brushes the younger’s hair back with both hands, watching him
drink all of his cum in greedy gulps.
 
Taehyung is practically coming at the same time as their leader, because the
feeling of Yoongi’s cock pulsing besides his own and the sight of Jimin above
him, plump lips wrapped so prettily around their leader’s dick, eyes hooded and
distant, face flushed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows – it’s just all too
much.
He feels the familiar drag of his stomach and he bites down on Jimin’s left
shoulder, effectively muffling a blissful sigh while he releases deep inside of
the other.
 
The feeling of Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s combined cum – it’s so much, he can feel
some of it dripping out and slowly running over his inner thighs – Namjoon’s
taste on his tongue and the adoration in the elder’s eyes in combination with
his own bound, sensitive cock rubbing over Taehyung’s abdomen is enough to
bring Jimin to his second orgasm of this night.
 
His moan is shameless, high pitched and strained, his throat raw from all the
previous activities and he tenses up, muscles flexing as his body convulses in
blissful agony.
 
He comes down from his high moments later and his arms can’t support his weight
anymore. Taehyung lets out a strangled cough as Jimin crushes down on him, but
he recovers quickly and starts to lazily stroke the older boy’s damp hair and
sweat-covered back.
 
Jimin is really tired now, body screaming in exhaustion and he feels himself
slipping in and out of consciousness. Yoongi and Taehyung slip carefully out of
him and he whines pitifully, feeling so empty all of a sudden.
 
Yes, he is already totally wrecked, but his cock is still hard – he is going to
burn that fucking cock ring, he isn’t even joking anymore – and so sensitive,
it almost hurts. On top of that, there are still Jin and Jungkook that need to
be satisfied.
 
Taehyung gently lifts Jimin off of him as he gets too heavy and slowly scoots
away, taking his place between Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon who feel as seated
and content and he does.
 
All of them watch Jimin as he lies on the floor of the dance room, sweat and
cum and thousands of marks covering his toned body, hair tousled, loose strands
falling in his forehead and he turns his face to the side to look up at them
through innocent, sleepy eyes.
 
He really is an eye catcher and they can be lucky to have someone like him.
It’s a shame that Jimin himself doesn’t see his beauty but only his flaws most
of the time.
 
Jin and Jungkook don’t give him much time to recover, though. They had to wait
for the longest time and truth be told, they are quite eager now.
 
“You did so well, Jiminnie. Hyung is so proud. I’m sorry but would you lend me
your mouth, too? I’m sure you’re tired but I also know that you can take it,
that you want to serve me, because you’re our good little boy.”
Jin says, kneeling down by Jimin’s head to knead the fingers of one hand
through his damp locks.
Jimin closes his eyes and shudders bodily as praise after praise washes over
him, warmth and thankfulness burning alongside mind-numbing pleasure in the pit
of his stomach.
 
“Get yourself together, Jimin-ah, we are not finished here. Our little slut can
take a little more, right?” Jungkook’s voice sounds from behind him and Jimin
bites his lip as he feels rough hands clutching his hips possessively.
 
Jin and Jungkook seem to exchange a look, the eldest smirking slightly, before
leaning back and giving the younger room.
 
The gentlest together with the most ruthless, about to claim his body as
theirs. Jimin would lie if he said that he wasn’t thrilled by that thought.
 
He was just really exhausted and half asleep already. Which is why he lets
Jungkook manhandle him in a position he likes, dragging his hips up until he is
kneeling, his ass and his puckered, cum-stained hole on full display, with his
arms lying uselessly between his obediently spread legs, left cheek pressing
against the cold floor of their dance room.
 
Jungkook licks his lips at the promising sight in front of him, giving Jimin’s
right ass cheek a rather sharp slap and the elder hiccups, body jerking forward
slightly.
 
The raven haired boy starts to massage the still raw and sensitive, firm flesh
of his butt with both hands, before leaning in and blowing hot air on the tight
ring of muscle. He earns a strangled moan from Jimin and a smug smirks crosses
his handsome features.
 
Testing the waters, he presses two fingers into Jimin’s tight heat, pleased as
they slide in with ease.
 
“Looks like you’re stretched enough, Jiminnie.” He murmurs, placing one hand on
his lower back and stroking soothingly between his shoulder blades with the
other.
 
Then he slides his entire length into Jimin without further ado, without a
warning, hitting his abused prostrate dead-on and Jimin swears, if his voice
wasn’t done for already (breaking to a rather pitiful whimper) he would have
fucking screamed.
 
Jungkook doesn’t even give him time to adjust, he starts a ruthless pace right
from the beginning and Jimin is slammed against the hard ground repeatedly,
knees and cheek scraping over the wooden floor, because his body is still so
weak, he isn’t even able to lift his arms to support himself.
 
“I don’t think this will work.” Jin speaks finally up and Jungkook stills all
his movements. He looks down at Jimin speculatively – the other glancing up at
him with tired eyes, still managing to flash him an exhausted but self-
satisfied smirk – taking in his wrecked, battered form.
 
“I guess you’re right. He is a mess.” The youngest states finally, sliding out
of Jimin, turning him around forcefully on his back and slamming back in again
before Jimin can do so much as whine in frustration about the loss.
 
The new position is heaven for his knees and shoulders and he weakly wraps his
legs around Jungkook’s middle, encouraging him silently to not hold back, while
the younger fucks strangled moan after moan right out of him.
 
Jin decides to join in on the action and places himself so that he is kneeling
over Jimin, facing Jungkook in the process.
His swollen member is in reach of Jimin’s mouth and the younger wraps his
greedy lips around him immediately, sucking him down without any problems
although Jin’s quite big.
 
The oldest leans forward slightly, placing both his hands on the other’s
quivering stomach for support and gives Jimin the perfect view of his rippling
backside.
He is groaning shamelessly, body shivering ever so slightly which encourages
Jimin only further. He lifts both his arms to grab Jin by the hips and takes
even more of him into his mouth, until the tip of his nose brushes against the
juncture of his balls.
 
The dancer relaxes his jaw and accidently swallows around the elder’s cock as
Jungkook surprises him with a particular sharp thrust. Jin’s muscles jump and
flex at the sudden intense sensation.
 
Jimin can’t see it, but the other two are kissing now, he feels it in the way
Jin’s concentration seems to wear off, how Jungkook’s rhythm falters ever so
slightly. The smacking sounds they make are sloppy and downright dirty.
They bring a fresh wave of heat that manifests as a coiling ball of blissful,
maddening pleasure in the pit of his stomach.
 
The urge to come is getting overwhelming now, but Jimin knows that he needs to
drive the other two over the edge first.
 
He uses their distraction to concentrate on Jins cock, flattening his tongue
against the underside of his massive dick, tracing the thick vines, sucking on
his tip and his balls before swallowing him down once again.
 
Jin backs away from Jungkook, back arching, and his hips jerk down on their own
accord. He feels Jimin’s throat muscles constricting around him and the sudden
tight heat in combination with the sinful sounds the younger makes – a muffled
humming and whining, like Jin’s cock is the most delicious thing he has ever
had in his mouth – is enough to make him come.
 
He warns Jimin with a stuttered “b- be careful, baby boy… I- I’m… I’m getting
close…” so the younger is not surprised when sudden hot liquid fills his mouth.
 
It’s the opposite, actually. He welcomes it, swallowing greedily like a man
dying of thirst who is brought something to drink.
 
Jimin would never admit it, but he loves to suck the others off. First of all,
he really likes to drink their cum. It’s not like the white liquid is
especially tasty or something, it just tastes so much like them, he can’t get
enough of it.
Moreover, he gains some sort of control over them. Although he is the
submissive one in their relationship, he knows he just has to swallow them down
in order for them to dance to his piping. Not that he is arrogant or something,
but he would consider himself quite skilled with his mouth. He knows all of
their weaknesses, knows which buttons he needs to press, how to get them hot
and bothered in under five minutes.
They never let him gain the upper hand, not even for a moment, and they always
like to show off their dominance, but when he gets on his knees in front of
them and wraps his pretty lips around their aching dicks, giving them the best
fucking sight they’ve ever seen, he gets them to beg.
 
He takes his sweet time to drink Jin dry and the eldest steps away finally to
give Jimin some room. He leans down to lick some droplets of cum off of his
cheek before he kisses Jimin fully on the mouth, exploring the other’s hot
cavern roughly and tasting himself on the other’s tongue.
He pulls back eventually, looking down at Jimin with a smug expression, because
the kiss left the younger bone- and breathless, his head spinning and eyes
glazed with lust.
 
Jin gives the younger a playful wink before crawling over to the others and
sitting down besides Namjoon, who gives him a tired but satisfied smile. All
five of them watch as Jungkook takes full control now.
 
All the while, the youngest didn’t stop to fuck his hyung. But with Jin now
gone and Jimin’s whole attention solely on him, he feels like he can let loose
completely now.
 
“I thought of fucking you on your hands and knees again, but then I decided
against it. Wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart under my sharp
thrusts.” He pants, chuckling slightly as Jimin moans weakly at his words.
 
He slings one arm around Jimin’s middle and heaves his hips up, the other
whelping in surprise and his legs tightening instinctively behind Jungkook’s
back as his lower body is lifted off of the ground, body stretching and
abdominal muscles rippling as the rest of his upper body still lies on the
floor.
Jungkook uses him like a ragdoll, bringing him into a position that matches his
liking and allows him to go as deep and as fast as possible at the same time,
not caring that Jimin has practically no control left and that his back starts
to ache at the awkward ankle his body is forced in.
He finds himself not caring, though, as Jungkook slams into him at merciless
speed, going deeper than ever and hitting his prostate every time dead-on.
 
Endless pleas and cries fall from Jimin’s plump lips as the youngest fucks him
ruthlessly, body writhing in restlessness as he looks for some kind, any kind
of release now. A particularly sharp thrust has him sobbing in pleasure and
he’s trembling, because he is so weak and exhausted and frustrated at the same
time.
 
Jungkook’s dick is pulsing inside of him, rubbing against his walls and the
youngest leans forward to hug Jimin close. Their current position allows him to
only reach the other’s chest, so he litters his smooth skin with sloppy kisses
before taking one of his sensitive nipples between his lips, rolling the tiny,
pink nub around with his tongue before actually sucking on it.
Jimin throws his head back, the veins of his neck showing as he wails in
absolute agony.
 
He feels like he’s devoured by a wild animal. Jungkook is not holding back and
he overwhelms Jimin easily, his pace furious and his preciseness almost scary.
He jabs his hips forward violently at rapid speed and Jimin’s whole body shakes
with the force of his thrusts.
 
“Pl- please, Jun- Jungkookie, I- I was a good boy, I did my b- best to – a-ah –
to satisfy all of you, so please, hah, please let me- let me come. I need to
come, please let me come, let me come!”
Jimin is begging now, his tears hot and wet on his rosy cheeks and he sounds
desperate, his voice breaking, because his body is aching and it hurts- it
hurts- he can’t take the pleasure anymore-
 
“Please, please, Jungkook, oh god, please…”
The younger groans at his watery voice, words slurred by his heavy crying and
Jungkook feels himself getting close, especially when Jimin clenches around
him. He exchanges a quick glance with Namjoon and when the older nods, he
reaches down between their sweat-soaked bodies and finally, finally takes the
cock ring off.
 
Jimin doesn’t need to be stroked, doesn’t need the encouraging words of “come,
Jiminnie, come for us” because he was on the edge for so long now, he reaches
his climax the second his painfully hard cock is freed.
He is coming long and hard, completely untouched and his body goes rigid, every
muscle strained to breaking point, mouth open in a silent scream. He clenches
so hard around Jungkook, the younger is afraid his dick might fall off, driving
him into his own high nevertheless. The feeling of Jungkook’s cum filling him
up is apparently enough for a weaker, second wave of euphoria to wash over him.
 
This orgasm is one of the strongest Jimin has ever had, wrecking through his
body with the force of a hurricane, pleasure so intense it’s actually painful
in some way. It leaves him accordingly exhausted.
 
White dots are dancing before his eyes, everything is blurring out, and his
body is heavy and aching all of a sudden. The six of them are crowding him,
looking down on him with proud, fond and concerned expressions and he meets
their gazes through tired eyes, only managing a somewhat slurred grin.
He doesn’t understand their words of love and praise, doesn’t feel their
surprisingly gentle touches, because he is already so far gone and he is
floating, he is gone.
 
But he isn’t afraid because he knows they are with him and they’ll take care of
him. He trusts them enough to close his eyes with a content smile, deciding to
recover, only for a little bit, by taking a short nap.
 
                                       ♦
 
He actually must have passed out, because when he wakes up again, they are no
longer in the dance studio, but in their dorms on the floor of Taehyung’s,
Hoseok’s and his room, where the others gathered up mattresses, pillows and
blankets in order for all seven of them to fit quite comfortably.
 
Jimin looks around to take in his surroundings and what he finds warms his
heart. The other six are all lying in a big pile of limbs and arms and
intertwined bodies with him as the centre.
 
His head is resting securely on Namjoon’s stomach and he can feel it now, the
soft up- and down motion when the other draws a breath. To his right, Yoongi
managed to get a spot, his own head on Jimin’s shoulder, nose turned against
his neck and hair slightly tickling his cheek. Jungkook actually wiggled
between them, back of his head pressing against Yoongi’s chest and hugging
Jimin’s right arm close like it is his favourite plush bear.
On his left, Taehyung seems quite happy to have one entire side for himself,
arms linked around Jimin’s chest and lips pressed against his other shoulder.
Jin who lies behind Taehyung is the one who surrendered the most, the only
thing he got being Jimin’s left hand which he holds in his own, their fingers
linked together.
Jimin makes a mental note to shower his oldest hyung with some extra attention
the next time they are doing something similar to this.
Finally, Hoseok lies between Jimin’s outstretched legs, arms slung around his
middle and head resting on his stomach.
 
They are all fast asleep and Jimin watches all of them with fond eyes. Even
after their little session, they still show him how special and loved he is.
The dancer is really thankful they do this for him from time to time. Of course
it is fun and all, but for him, there is more to it – sadly.
 
Because Jimin needs this.
 
He needs this as much as Taehyung needs reassuring hugs and easy jokes when the
pressure gets too high, as much as Namjoon needs to forget his duties as leader
sometimes, as much as Yoongi needs the silence and loneliness of the composing
studio when he works on a new song.
He needs this, he needs them when he threatens to break again and Jimin feels
so small in a world way too big and overwhelming for him.
 
He needs the intimacy, the proof that they love him, that he is still good
enough for them, because when he looks in the mirror, he is disgusted. All he
sees are his flaws and he thinks that, yes, he is ugly and untalented and – did
he gain weight again?
 
He needs their physical love, needs to be showered in their attention because
he is so rotten by insecurity and self-hatred, words alone are simply not
enough, sometimes.
 
Because when he is with them, he feels so special, so loved. He feels so happy
he could cry, like – at least for the time of a fleeting moment, he feels not
that ugly, only half as unworthy anymore.
He doesn’t need to change, doesn’t need to get better because for them he is
already as good as he can get. For them he is perfect.
 
He loves them, all of them and they all love him, too. This knowledge is
actually one of the most beautiful things he ever had the luck to experience.
 
They love him. They love him.
They’ll be there for him, they’ll protect him. Jimin is not alone anymore.
 
He settles back down with a shaky smile, snuggling against Namjoon’s stomach
and turning his head so that he can bury his nose in Yoongi’s powder pink –
strawberry he remembers with a small giggle – locks. He feels for Jungkook’s
hand with his right, while closing his left more firmly around Jin’s fingers
and links his legs with Hoseok’s.
He feels really sated and happy now, the stress of the past few days almost
gone.
 
“Hey, Gorgeous. Are you not sleeping? Is everything alright?”
Jimin looks down quickly and finds that Yoongi just woke up, voice still
dripping with sleep, his eyes squeezed together to tiny slits.
 
“Ah, hyung, I’m okay. Don’t mind me, just go back to sleep.” He whispers back
reassuringly, small smile gracing his lips as Yoongi yawns and snuggles
instinctively closer. The rapper has other plans, however.
He showers Jimin in tender kisses, pressing his lips against his shoulder, his
collar bone, the side of his neck and jaw before wandering higher and pecking
his cheek and nose lightly. The younger feels his heart flutter and hopes
desperately that it is too dark to see the bright blush growing on his face.
He answers with equally innocent kisses against the other’s closed eyelids,
forehead and tousled locks.
 
“I hope we didn’t hurt you? I mean, we did clean you and everything but you
kind of couldn’t tell us if we did it right or not.” Yoongi bites his lip in
worry and Jimin feels his heart swell, because he is the only one who gets to
see his hyung like this, all unsure and concerned and fragile.
He lets his guard down like that only with Jimin, opens up so easily only to
him and the younger is not ashamed to admit that he takes quite some pride in
that.
 
“Really, Yoongi-hyung, I’m good. You were careful and thorough as usual. And as
usual, I feel better. Deathly tired, yes, but better nonetheless.” The younger
giggles and Yoongi gives him that gummy smile of his.
 
“I’m relieved.”
He confesses, eyes softening as he looks at this precious, beautiful boy
besides him.
“Deep down, I’m always afraid we might hurt you in some way.”
He lifts one hand – careful to not hit Jungkook with his elbow in the process –
and brushes a few loose strands out of Jimin’s forehead. The younger watches
him and his eyes are sparkling and shining with so much emotions, Yoongi has to
glance down.
 
“You could never hurt me. All of you love me. It’s actually an overwhelming
feeling, to be sure about it and to say it out loud: You love me.”
Jimin himself seems so surprised by his words, Yoongi can’t help it. He leans
up and captures the other’s lips in a chaste, tender kiss. When he settles back
down against his shoulder, Jimin is grinning down at him, smile so bright and
brilliant, Yoongi’s heart hurts in the best way.
 
“You know that you are my favourite, right, Gorgeous? I want you to be happy. I
want you to be save. Don’t bottle up your feelings, just come to me when
everything is too much again, okay?”
 
Jimin has to wait with an answer, because Yoongi’s words touch something deep
inside of him – he would’ve never expected that someone actually noticed, how
unstable he is sometimes, how dangerously close to the breaking – and a
shuddering sigh leaves his trembling lips.
He blinks hot tears of joy away and smiles down at Yoongi, grateful, so
incredibly grateful…
 
“Yoongi-hyung, I… thank you. I appreciate it. I love you, hyung. God, I love
you so much.”
Yoongi answers with a soothing hum and wipes a lonely tear from Jimin’s cheek.
Jimin has never told him, but for him, Yoongi might be his favourite, too.
 
They fall into comfortable silence after that.
 
“Yoongi?” Jimin whispers after a while, unsure if the other is still awake. He
earns a quiet grumble, though, so he continues.
“Will you… be there when I wake up?” He asks, and there is slight hope and fear
mingled together in his voice.
As much as they care for him, they are usually gone in the morning and leave
him to wake up to terribly cold sheets, alone. They have to stand up early
because of their tight schedule but they let him sleep in after their sessions,
and as much as he appreciates it, he still would rather wake up with them.
Yoongi buries his head deeper in the other’s shoulder, inhaling his sweet
scent.
 
“Sure thing, Jiminnie. I’d do everything for you.” He mumbles sleepily, small
smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Jimin answers with a relieved sigh and kisses Yoongi on the forehead as a
thank-you.
 
A few minutes later and Yoongi is snoring lightly besides him. Jimin settles
back against his band members and can’t wipe the happy smile off of his face.
 
The position they are in is actually quite uncomfortable - it’s hot as hell,
Yoongi’s breath is tickling his neck, Taehyung is drooling on his shoulder and
he lost all feeling in his arms and legs a long time ago with the way Jungkook,
Taehyung and Hoseok are all draped over him – but he wouldn’t have it any other
way.
He just loves them all so much and as he looks down on them all - eyes
lingering a little longer on a certain pink-haired rapper - he can’t help to
think that, yes, it’s the coziest position he has ever slept in.
 
If someone asked him, they could as well stay like this forever.
 
 
End Notes
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