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Jimin steps into the café, the smell of coffee quickly invading him. It’s delicious, he can almost taste it on his tongue. He loves it here. It’s a place he always visits, a place he will always enjoy. It has a lot to do with the coffee, but then there’s also the fact that Taehyung and Jeongguk are here.

His boyfriends. The ones he’s fallen in love with over the past year. He’s so happy. When he moved into town, he would have never expected things to end up like this. He came here looking for an adventure, looking for that little something that was missing and he didn’t know to identify. And now he’s happily living with the six people he loves the most in the world. They make him so happy, they take away all the bad things. Even after a year, they continue to make his life so much better than he could have ever expected.

They’ve built a life in their beautiful bubble. Their home is the place Jimin always wants to go back to, a place with so many shared memories and so much happiness.

The café is empty, which shouldn’t come as much of a surprise, considering the fact that it’s almost one in the morning. Jimin came because he really wanted to see Taehyung and Jeongguk, even though it was very late. He left Hoseok and Namjoon watching a movie at home, Yoongi and Jin curled up around each other in the huge shared bed, looking somehow small right in the middle of it.

Taehyung and Jeongguk have been far too busy lately. Their schedules have grown more packed since they opened up their new store. More stuff to look after, more shifts to cover. They’re happy, having the time of their lives. Jimin is glad for them, all five of them are glad that things have gotten so good for them. Actually, all seven of them have been doing so good in their jobs that spending time together has become a bit harder. Still, they’re happy.

And yet, today, Jimin was missing the two a bit too much. So, he decided to come over to see them, spend some extra time with them, considering the fact that they’ll be closing in a bit and at this time of the night, there’s almost never costumers around.

Both Taehyung and Jeongguk are already looking up when Jimin steps to the side and finally comes into view. Their faces light up, smiles taking over their lips. Jimin’s heart jumps in his chest. Ah, yes. He loves those reactions. He loves being able to see it all over their faces. He’s sure that it’s also obvious in his own, a smile taking over him as he skips the rest of the way, hurriedly reaching them.

It’s Taehyung who’s the closest to him, so he throws himself into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. Taehyung sighs softly, hugging him tightly by the waist. His lips press to Jimin’s shoulder just briefly before he focuses on holding him tight. A gentle squeeze and he softly puts him down, leaning back with a grin. He pecks Jimin’s lips before he’s pulled into Jeongguk’s arms.

Jeongguk hugs him just as tight, picking him up and giving him a quick spin. He laughs into his neck, hugging him back just as excitedly. Their warmth is so familiar, so well received. Jimin hates it a little bit when Jeongguk lets him go and pecks his lips once, fingers reaching up to just brush gently against his cheek.

“Hyung, you look pretty,” he says, showing him an easy smile.

He goes back to doing what he was up to when Jimin arrived, sorting out cups and putting away anything that’s been left after their long shift. Taehyung cups Jimin’s cheeks, catching his attention for a brief second.

“Yeah, you look so beautiful,” he voices out, letting his nose brush against Jimin’s for a couple of seconds. “To what do we owe your visit, angel?”

Jimin hums, watching Taehyung move to help Jeongguk. He lifts himself up and sits on the counter top.

“I just missed you,” he replies.

Jeongguk’s eyes move to him, his gaze turning soft, a small smile taking over his lips.

“So much that you came here at one in the morning?” Jeongguk asks.

He’s teasing. Jimin hums, sticking his tongue out and letting his legs sway under him. “Yes, that much. I know the café is empty at this time so I just wanted to come along and maybe go home with you guys after you close.”

Taehyung drops what he’s doing and walks over to Jimin. He settles in between his legs, leaning forward and kissing him. It’s sudden, but Jimin is quick to catch up, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders and smiling against his mouth. They kiss softly, only for a couple of seconds, before Taehyung leans away with a smile.

“We’ll be done in a bit,” he promises, going back to his task at hand.

Jeongguk has frozen and is looking back and forth between them before he shakes his head, as if that will make him focus again. He goes back to putting away things, but he speaks out loud for Jimin to hear.

“Did you finish the new chapter?” He asks.

Jimin hums. “No,” he mumbles. “I’m struggling a bit, I won’t lie.”

“What are you stuck on?” Taehyung shoots back. “Maybe we can help you with inspo?”

His words make Jimin snort. Well, all six of them read his chapters whenever he finishes them. They’re like his beta readers, they enjoy what he writes, they hype him up. Jimin is so in love with them. They’re always good at leaving him comments that make him get more inspiration. But right now, he’s mostly stuck on a confession scene. It’s hard to put it out there, he wants it to be perfect, but he doesn’t want it to feel forced. He wants it to go on naturally, but no matter how many times he writes it down, it feels off.

“Maybe I’ll let you guys read the next time I write the scene, it feels off but maybe that’s just me,” he says. “I’ve written it like five times, I swear.”

Taehyung glances at him with a teasing smile on his lips. “Is it a sex scene?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, because of course Taehyung would say that. The last time Jimin had writer’s block, it was because he couldn’t figure out the sex scene. Again, it felt…strange, off, not perfect enough. Jimin is just too much of a perfectionist. His boyfriends teased him about it―and then they had a blast giving Jimin ideas for the sex scene, using their own bodies to demonstrate.

He shifts in his spot and clears his throat, skin heating up at the thought.

“Not a sex scene,” he replies, finally. “It’s a confession scene. Something feels off about it, I don’t know why.”

Taehyung shows him a smile, looking down at what he’s doing with his hands.

“You always push through your blocks, Minnie,” Jeongguk points out. “I’m sure it’ll be okay. Don’t think about it too much, just write it however it comes out and let it be, we’ll read it over and let you know what we think.”

Jeongguk finishes what he’s doing and takes off his apron, folding it and putting that away as well. He makes his way to where Jimin is, taking the spot Taehyung had claimed a while ago. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s hips and presses his face to his neck, sighing in relief. He seems tired, which shouldn’t be surprising considering how packed their schedule has been recently. Jimin gently cards his fingers through Jeongguk’s long waves, strands soft against his skin.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You know how I am, I want it all to feel perfect.”

He feels Jeongguk’s hum against his skin. He can’t help the shudder it sends up his spine. His thighs tighten around Jeongguk’s hips and he lets his ankles hook over the low of his back, wanting to feel closer, but also thankful for the gentle pressure of Jeongguk’s hips against his own. It’s been a while. It’s been a while since they’ve all been together at the same time and had some fun, since they took their time with each other, made each other feel good.

Jimin wasn’t expecting to feel so hot so suddenly when he decided to come here, but he doesn’t push the feeling away. He squeezes Jeongguk tighter, keeping him flush against his body. Jeongguk goes, not seeming to think twice about it, his hands sliding under Jimin’s sweater, touching the skin of his back. A soft sigh leaves Jimin’s mouth before he’s turning his face to the side and leaving a kiss against Jeongguk’s cheek. He stays there for a little too long. When he leans back, Jeongguk follows, his lips connecting with the corner of Jimin’s mouth.

A second goes by as they lean away just enough that their mouths are hovering close to each other. And then Jeongguk exhales softly, leaning forward to kiss him. This kiss is nothing like the greeting kiss he gave him earlier. It’s deliberately slow, it’s gentle in a way that feels calculated, as if he’s trying to get Jimin riled up. It works. The kiss is too slow, too sensual, lips moving against each other, tongues swirling.

When Jeongguk presses himself harder against Jimin, he can’t help the soft moan that leaves his mouth. Jeongguk swallows it down without protest, one of his hands sliding down to Jimin’s ass. He squeezes, makes Jimin moan again and then smiles against his mouth, saying something about how nice he sounds. Jimin’s cheeks are heating up, btu he likes the praise, he likes this feeling. He likes Jeongguk so much, especially here, in his arms, against him, telling him these things as if they’re secrets.

“I’m feeling a little bit left out here,” Taehyung’s voice snaps him out of it.

They detach their lips from each other just enough that they can turn their heads towards him. Taehyung has finished whatever it is that he was doing―Jimin can’t really recall what that is right now. And he’s just standing there, watching them, his gaze lustful and hungry. He says that, but the three of them know very damn well that Taehyung enjoys watching just as much as he does being a part of it. There’s no actual protest in his eyes, just pure desire, excitement dancing in his features. It makes something warm take over Jimin’s body. It makes ideas form in his head, it makes him want so many things that aren’t appropriate for the café.

“Sorry,” Jeongguk murmurs, but his fingers are gently pressing to Jimin’s chin, making him turn his head back towards him, snatching up his attention. “It’s just that I like having Minnie like this. I like how his skin flushes quickly and his lips turn so swollen. Such beautiful plump lips,” he mumbles, tongue slipping past his mouth and licking at Jimin’s parted lips. Obscene. Dirty. Jimin finds it hard to breathe. “Can’t stop thinking about all the thing these lips can do,” he adds, mouth trailing over Jimin’s jaw, making his heart jump in his chest.

“Oh, I know everything that mouth can do,” Taehyung voices out, husky, drawn out.

Jimin can tell that he’s already turned on just by watching both of them kiss. Jimin really wasn’t planning for this when he decided to come, but now that they’re here, he doesn’t particularly want to go home. He wants Jeongguk to keep kissing him and he wants Taehyung to put up a show, to slide behind Jeongguk, make it too hard for him to focus on Jimin.

There are so many things he suddenly wants.

Jeongguk kisses him again and, suddenly, Jimin can’t think. He kisses back as best as he can, finger fisting the front of Jeongguk’s shirt, pulling him as close as they can get. His hands slide  up into Jeongguk’s hair, fisting it desperately. His body moves on it’s own, hips pressing tighter to Jeongguk’s.

“Feels good,” he breathes into his mouth. “Missed you. Missed both of you so much.”

He feels Jeongguk’s hands on his ass again, squeezing, pushing him forward, making pleasure start to lick up his spine slowly. He knows the second Taehyung decides to join because Jeongguk loses all his focus, mouth suddenly hanging open against Jimin’s, unmoving. He’s breathing hard, chest heaving. Jimin leans back because he wants to see.

Just like Taehyung, he likes watching the way his boyfriends make each other feel, he doesn’t want to miss out on any of it. Jeongguk’s hands aren’t moving anymore, but he finds that he doesn’t particularly mind. There’s something about the way Taehyung has tugged Jeongguk’s shirt from out of his waistband, hands sliding up his toned abdomen, slipping under his shirt. He touches Jeongguk’s skin as if it’s the first time he’s getting to do it and Jeongguk absolutely melts into it. He leans his head back, closes his eyes. And he looks so sinful.

Maybe that’s what Jeongguk was talking about earlier because Jimin totally gets it now. Jeongguk’s lips are swollen, too. His cheeks are a soft shade of pink and Jimin can feel him getting hard in his pants, pressed to him, not really doing much, just staying there, at Taehyung’s mercy.

“Look at you, turning so pliant the second I touch you,” Taehyung murmurs. The three of them are close enough that Jimin can hear it easily, even if it’s said right against Jeongguk’s ear. “I love you like this,” he goes on, mocking Jeongguk, saying similar words to the ones he said before when he was kissing Jimin. “Love you so in tune with my hands. Can’t even kiss Jimin properly because you’re so distracted.”

Jeongguk makes a soft sound of protest, cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. He tries to kiss Jimin again, to focus on him while Taehyung is still touching him, hands lowering dangerously. But he only manages for a second or two, forehead falling to Jimin’s shoulder when Taehyung’s hand reaches further down, heel pressing into his already hard cock.

Jimin feels it, too, Taehyung’s hand in between them, not giving him much, but still making arousal stir inside his belly. He doesn’t quite understand how they ended up like this, how his small visit turned into…sex?―wherever this is heading. But it’s closing time and they’re alone and there’s a room in the back.

“I love both of you right now, so lost in each other even though it’s late and we’re supposed to go home,” he whispers.

“I don’t want to go home yet,” Jeongguk mumbles, mouthing at Jimin’s neck distractedly, now that Taehyung has seemed to take mercy on him and his hands are back to touching the skin of his abdomen.

“We don’t have to,” Taehyung says, chin hooking over Jeongguk’s shoulder. Jeongguk sighs and leans back, seeming to have a hard time focusing even though Taehyung has stopped moving.  Jimin’s heart races as Taehyung gestures behind them. “We just have to put up the closed sign, close the front door and…there’s the back room.”

It’s like nothing more needs to be said. Jeongguk picks Jimin up, asking him to hold on tight. And Jimin hugs onto him like a koala, arms and legs around him. Taehyung is quick to close up, turn off the lights in the front and follow them into the back room. The second the door closes, Jimin is being pinned to the wall, a gasp leaving his mouth, Jeongguk’s body pressed deliciously to his own.

“My turn,” Taehyung protests, but Jeongguk doesn’t stop kissing Jimin for another long while, his mouth tracin his, kissing him as if it’s the first time, as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of Jimin’s mouth.

Then, Jeongguk gently puts him down and steps back. Jimin allows himself to stare for a moment. Jeongguk’s hair is a mess, disheveled, sticking out in random placed where Jimin’s fingers tugged. His shirt has been half tugged out of the waistband of his pants and he’s hard, enough that Jimin can see it, wish he could take his pants off right now. But there’s Taehyung stepping in front of him, reaching behind his knee without much of a thought and lifting it, making Jimin wrap it around his hip.

“Fuck, watching you and Jeongguk always turns me on so much,” Taehyung mutters, right before diving in to kiss Jimin like his life depends on it.

His mouth is insistent, desperate. The kiss is messier, more desperate, eager and excited. There’s a thrill about doing this here and Jimin can’t believe they never tried it. They kissed here once, when he and Namjoon came along, wanting to start something with both of them. Jimin had forgotten how intense things felt back here and now he doesn’t want to stop.

Taehyung shows him with his hands just how much he liked watching. He grips at Jimin’s hip with one, the other one squeezing his ass cheek, pushing him forward against him. He drags his hips against Jimin’s, showing him just how turned on he is. He mumbles into his mouth how good he feels and how badly he wants to stay here forever and Jimin can’t help but think that, yes, he’d stay here forever, too.

“There’s so much I want to do to both of you right now,” Jimin confesses when Taehyung’s mouth slide down his jaw and across his neck, allowing him a second to breathe and collect his thoughts. “I swear I didn’t come for this, but now I’m kinda glad we ended up here,” he mumbles, sliding his hand under Taehyung’s collar, nails digging into the skin in between his shoulder blades.

There’s the sound of Jeongguk pushing something, maybe the small center table that’s always been in the middle of the room. There’s Taehyung’s teeth biting down on Jimin’s lower lip, making him moan loud and eager. He wants to jump into Taehyung’s arms and wrap himself around him, but he also wants so many other things. He lets his hands slide down to Taehyung’s ass cheeks, pushing him against his hips gently, sighing into his mouth.

“I’m glad we ended up here, too,” Taehyung whispers, leaning back just the slightest bit, his eyes meeting Jimin’s.

They look at each other for a moment too long before Jimin catches Jeongguk approaching, settling beside them and leaning against the wall he’s pressed to. Jeongguk touches them both, fingertips gentle as they slide over their cheeks, trace their skin. He looks at them so lovingly, like there’s nothing in the world he wants more than them. Jimin’s heart constricts and he’s suddenly met with the need to just watch. Normally, he likes being a part of whatever they’re doing, but sometimes, he’ll want to see, he’ll want to see the way they touch each other and show each other what they feel. Right now, he wants that.

“Want you two to kiss and undress each other,” he mumbles, leaning back and letting his head drop against the wall. He tries to breathe properly, sliding his hands up Taehyung’s back gently, this time taking his time. “Wanna see. Can I?”

Taehyung shows him a big smile, leaning in to peck the corner of his mouth, staying there too long, making Jimin lean into him for more. He doesn’t give him another kiss, though. With a grin, he lets go of Jimin and turns to face Jeongguk. He has him pinned to the wall within a second, hands cupping his cheeks, mouth on his.

Jeongguk and Taehyung were together for a long time before they met Jimin and Namjoon. Sometimes it’s so obvious in the way they touch each other and kiss and undress. It’s obvious in how they know each other’s bodies so perfectly. It’s the same for all seven of them, but sometimes when they do this together, Jimin just can’t help but notice. It’s beautiful in a way he can’t explain. He loves watching them being so in tune with each other’s bodies.

“Mm, Jeongguk,” Taehyung breathes into Jeongguk’s mouth, kissing him like there’s nothing else in the world left to do.

Jeongguk’s hands slide under Taehyung’s shirt, he kisses back just as eagerly.

Jimin turns around briefly and sees that Jeongguk did move the small center table. The carpet is still in the middle of the room, big enough for them to fit there. Jimin doesn’t know how things turned out like this, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. All he wants right now is them. They have the place to themselves, they might as well make good use of it.

He head towards the middle of the room, watching Taehyung and Jeongguk detaching themselves from the wall, stumbling to follow Jimin. They tug at each other’s clothes, not seeming to want to take them off just yet, mostly trying to get enough of each other just by touching and kissing.

It’s always so nice to watch them grow desperate for it, Jimin feels himself growing hard in his pants at the sight of them touching under each other’s clothes, exploring skin, learning more about each other, even though he’s pretty sure there’s nothing more to learn at this point in time.

“Ah, hyung,” Jeongguk breathes out, when Taehyung gropes his ass and pushes him forward.

“God, you have no idea how much I want you,” Taehyung says against Jeongguk’s mouth.

Jimin reaches down to touch himself. It’s not enough over his clothes, but he wants to watch them get undressed first. Wheen Jeongguk and Taehyung start to pull off their shirts, Jimin does the same, letting it fall to the floor and when they fumble with each other’s pants, he does the same thing as well. He’s left in his boxer briefs when the other two pause and turn to him, expression hazy, lips swollen with their kissing. Their hair is a mess. Jimin smiles, endlessly endeared.

“Having fun over there?” Taehyung asks, cocking an eyebrow.

With his hand inside his boxer briefs there’s not much he can do to deny that. He doesn’t have to, either way. He strokes himself slowly, lazily, building up the pleasure just enough, but never too much. He wants to cum with them, he wants to be with them when it happens.

“Not as much as I do when I have your hands all over me,” he whispers, stepping forward.

The three of them are only wearing boxer briefs now, clothes discarded, chests heaving. They stare at each other longingly, as if they aren’t about to get naked and fuck. For a moment, they just stand next to each other, fingertips touching skin, trailing over toned muscle. They hug however they can all at the same time and then slowly discard what’s left of clothes between them.

Jimin laughs when Taehyung suddenly wraps him up in his arms, pressing his face to his neck. And then there’s Jeongguk behind him, arms around his waist, nibbling on his other shoulder. They laugh and tease each other like that for another minute or so and Jimin finally detaches himself from them, breathless, eager for more.

“Do we have lube?” He asks, realizing that it’s something he should have thought of way before they got naked.

Neither Jeongguk nor Taehyung seem fazed by this, though. With a grin, Taehyung makes his way towards the corner of the room, opening up one of the drawers from the small desk. He comes back with a bottle in hand, shaking it in front of himself for Jimin to see.

He cocks his eyebrow, staring at it with a teasing grin already forming on his lips. “Really? So, you’ve been naughty before, huh?”

Jeongguk blushes so prettily, probably remembering all the things they must have done here before. Taehyung shrugs nonchalantly.

“Can you blame me? Jeongguk looks so hot when he’s only wearing that apron,” he replies.

Suddenly, Jimin’s brain is filled with the image of Jeongguk wearing the apron he discarded earlier, ass in display, toned body there to see. Ah, yes. Jimin can totally understand that.

“Next time take pictures,” he murmurs, stepping closer to them. “I’m sure all five of us would love to see that, too.”

Taehyung nods. “Will do, angel. Now, where do you want me?”

Jimin lets his gaze slide towards the table pushed against the left wall. There are bags of coffee there, some open, some closed. The room smells like coffee, now that Jimin is realizing. He knows Taehyung and Jeongguk sometimes try out the coffee in here, check out the beans, make sure everything is okay and in shape. The table can be cleaned up later…

“Bent over,” he says, pointing towards the table. “I’m gonna finger you.”

Taehyung’s eyes light up at that.

“Oh?” He perks up, heading towards the table without protest. “You gonna fuck me?”

Jimin shakes his head and presses a quick kiss to Taehyung’s shoulder. “Not today, baby. I’m gonna get you ready for Jeongguk. And then I’m gonna ride you while Jeongguk fucks you into tomorrow, how does that sound?”

“No protests here,” Jeongguk voices it, making both of them laugh.

“Not protesting either,” Taehyung murmurs, something dark taking over his voice.

He turns around, but Jimin is quick to reach out. He places his hand in between Taehyung’s shoulder blades, gives him a few seconds to realize what’s happening, before he’s pushing him down, bending him over the table. Taehyung’s hand shoots out to the side and he knocks over a bag of coffee beans. They spill, make a mess of the table, some fall to the floor. They pay them no mind. Jimin quickly settles behind Taehyung, sliding his hands down his smooth back, heading for his ass.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, spreading his cheeks and smiling to himself when Taehyung pushes his ass back. “Patience, baby. I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Taehyung grumbles something about wanting his fingers so bad, but Jimin doesn’t manage to catch it because Jeongguk is suddenly behind him, hands on his hips, lips on his shoulder. He’s distracting, even if it’s not his particular intention. One hand slide forward, up his abdomen, slides briefly across his chest, teasing his nipples, before it comes back down, reaching just shy of his hard cock, sliding across his hipbone and coming back around towards his back. Finger grope his ass, make him shudder.

“Should I prep you too, then?” Jeongguk asks, teeth nibbling on Jimin’s earlobe, making his body turn pliant. It’s hard to keep his eyes open, but he does his best and gives him a tight nod.

“Yeah,” he replies softly.

“I have a feeling this is gonna be too hot and we’re gonna be fucking each other faster than planned,” Taehyung mutters, undoubtedly having heard the brief exchange between Jimin and Jeongguk.

“I don’t particularly mind,” Jimin whispers, letting go of Taehyung’s ass and reaching for the bottle of lube to pour some on his fingers. “The faster, the better.”

Taehyung is about to say something, Jimin hears him begin to talk but then he cuts himself off when Jimin uses one hand to spread an ass cheek to the side, his lubed up fingers settling in between, rubbing teasingly at his rim, spreading lube before going for more. Taehyung might be bossy and likes to take control, but often times, he’ll let them take the lead, he’ll go pliant under their ministrations and beg them to do whatever they want with him. Jimin loves both things more than anything else in the world.

“Look at you, so eager for my fingers,” Jimin teases, waiting for Taehyung to start replying. When that happens, he pushes a finger into him and effectively makes his mouth fall closed. Taehyung likes focusing on touch, on the way their hands and bodies make him feel, so he’ll grow quiet, unless he can’t hold back his moans. “Imagine what our boyfriends would say if they saw you right now, desperate to be fucked.”

Taehyung’s fingers shift, he pushes his ass back and groans when Jimin starts thrusting with that one finger, slowly opening him up. It’s been a while since they’ve done this, so it’s not surprising that Taehyung is tight, that it takes a little bit longer to get his body to open up, to relax.

“Is he tight?” Jeongguk asks, right against Jimin’s ear, but loud enough that Taehyung can hear. Sure enough, Taehyung groans softly when Jimin pushes in with two fingers.

“So tight, Jeongguk,” he replies. “You’re gonna love being inside of him.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathes out, suddenly disappearing from behind Jimin. He’s back after a couple of seconds, settling beside them. “Would it be okay to take a picture? I really want to send it to the group chat and see what they’ll say. It’s just that―” he cuts himself off, shaking his head. “You guys look so hot.”

Jimin smiles, cheeks heating up at the idea. He knows it’ll only rile up their boyfriends, possibly make them wait back at home with excitement and desire to continue what they’ve started―even though they’ll be finishing it up on their own here. Jimin can go again. After a few minutes of rest. He knows for a fact that Taehyung and Jeongguk can, too. Now that he’s thinking about going home to his other five boyfriends to have a long night of pleasure and love, he kind of really likes Jeongguk’s idea as well.

“Yes, but only if you join us, too,” he whispers. “I want them to see us.”

“God, yes,” Taehyung mumbles. “Take one of us, but then take one while you’re prepping Jimin. I want to see that later, too.”

Jeongguk doesn’t say anything, but his gaze is heated as he steps back to take a picture of them. He snaps it with his phone, takes another one and then suddenly moves, settling behind Jimin. He fumbles for a while, probably trying to get lube on his fingers without letting go of the phone. And then Jimin feels them in between his ass cheeks, one pushing into him slowly. He groans, eyes closing, body leaning forward.

It makes his fingers slide deeper into Taehyung and, in response, Taehyung moans, begging Jimin to give him more. He does, but it’s harder now that Jeongguk is also inside of him, long finger thrusting into him, turning into two just so quickly. The stretch burns for a second, but his body quickly accepts it.

When Jeongguk curls his fingers inside of him, Jimin swears he sees stars, head falling back, a moan leaving his mouth. A picture is taking, or that’s what he thinks by the sound. Then another one when Jimin curls his fingers inside of Taehyung, also brushing against his prostate. One more picture and then suddenly the phone is tossed onto the table, right where some of the coffee beans have spilled.

They pay it no mind, not anymore. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to confirm that the pictures have been seen because the phone vibrates and vibrates and goes on for a couple of seconds before it falls silent once again.

“They’re gonna be waiting for us when we get home,” Taehyung breathes out, face pressed to the crook of his elbow, soft pants leaving his mouth every time Jimin thrusts his fingers into him. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get home now.”

“Focus,” Jimin says, brushing against his prostate again. Taehyung’s thighs tremble and Jimin pushes in a third finger. He feels Jeongguk do the same with him and he can’t help but reach behind himself, placing his hand on Jeongguk’s hip. “That feels good, Jeongguk. So good.”

Jeongguk grunts when Jimin circles his cock with his free hand. It’s hard to focus on so many things at the same time, but Jimin does his best to balance the pleasure he’s feeling with the pleasure he’s giving his boyfriends.

“I want Jeongguk to fuck me,” Taehyung blurts out, a moment after. “I’m ready, please. God, I want both of  you so badly.”

Jimin nods eagerly. “Yes, yes,”

He doesn’t need any more prepping, either. All he wants is to have his boyfriends all to himself and let them have their way with him. They let go of each other reluctantly, walking towards the middle of the room, settling on the carpet. It’s big enough that the three of them fit on it perfectly. They’re going to make a mess. Jeongguk comes back with a single towel, a blush on his cheeks because of what it implies. But they’re too turned on to tease each other any longer.

He guides Taehyung onto his back and Jeongguk settles in between his legs. Jimin hands him the lube and then watches as Jeongguk strokes himself slowly, letting the head of his cock brush against Taehyung’s rim every time he glides his hand up himself. Without much of a warning, he pushes into Taehyung, sliding slowly into him, all the way until his hips are pressed to his ass. Taehyung gasps, head tilting back, exposing the beautiful column of his neck.

“It’s been too long since the last time you fucked me, baby,” Taehyung breathes out, wild eyes searching for Jeongguk. Jeongguk looks down at him with a small smile on his lips.

“I missed it,” he confesses, arms wrapping around his thighs and lifting his hips from the ground so Jeongguk can move properly while sitting back on his calves.

For a long moment, Jimin is frozen in place, just watching the way Jeongguk is fucking Taehyung. Because his body moves in waves, all the way from his chest down to his hips as they push forward, into Taehyung. His eyebrows furrow and sweat covers his forehead and Jimin falls as little bit more in love.

He touches himself at the same pace of Jeongguk’s thrusts, reaches out to touch Jeongguk’s chest, just for the hell of it. Jeongguk looks towards him, continues moving as if he didn’t just focus on Jimin and makes a whole show out of the pleasure he’s feeling. Lips part, cheeks flushed, he moans and whines and murmurs about how hot and tight Taehyung is.

“You have no idea, Minnie,” he mumbles, suddenly snapping his hips forward, making Taehyung scream out his name, back arching. He reaches down to stroke himself, muttering something about how good it feels. “He’s perfect. So perfect.”

Jeongguk’s chest is heaving, his body is jerking, he’s covered in sweat already. He looks so hot. Jimin lets his gaze slide down to Taehyung. He’s rocking back and forth on the carpet, mindlessly reaching for Jimin, his other hand still on his cock.

“Feels so good, Jimin. Come here, please. We want you,” he pleads.

Jimin nods. He wants them, too. He reaches for the lube and pours some on his hand. He has to let go of himself for that and pleasure momentarily dissipates, which he hates. But when he starts spreading lube all over Taehyung’s cock with both his hands, he quickly forgets about the disappointment, Taehyung’s reaction enough to make him want this more.

It feels like they’ve been riled up and turned on for a lifetime. Maybe that’s why Taehyung’s thighs are already shaking and his body is trembling and his breathing is ragged, hips moving in circles, trying to follow Jeongguk’s pace, but also thrusting into Jimin’s hands. He squeezes tighter, taking a little too long to let go, even though he’s supposed to only be getting him ready to sit down on his cock. Taehyung doesn’t protest, too far lost in the pleasure to formulate any type of word. Of course, he is. He’s being stimulated everywhere, touched and fucked and he’s just laying there, taking it.

When Jimin does let go, Taehyung whimpers, eyes shooting open. But Jimin is already on the move. He crawls onto Taehyung, lifts a leg and moves it over him. He settles with a knee at either side of Taehyung’s body, ass lined up with his hips, giving his back to him and facing Jeongguk. Jeongguk doesn’t notice at first, his eyes closed, more focused on the pleasure he’s feeling than on anything else.

He looks back, just because he wants to see the look on Taehyung’s face. His eyes are wide, even though Jimin did tell him he would be riding him. Maybe it’s because he’s already dangerously close, panic taking over his expression when Jimin reaches for his cock and lines it up to his hole.

“Jimin, wait, I’m―” Taehyung is in the middle of saying when Jimin pushes down and feels the head of his cock push past his rim. Taehyung’s hands grip his hips so tightly that it hurts, but Jimin loves it a little too much. “Fuck. No, no. I’m gonna cum,” he blurts out, pants so loud that Jimin is sure they can be heard out of the café.

There’s a strain to Taehyung’s voice, it’s obvious too in the way he’s holding onto Jimin so tightly, but shaking. Jimin knows that he’s really close. Of course, he is. Jeongguk has been thrusting into him for a while now and he’s still going, despite the fact that Taehyung’s struggling to keep his orgasm at bay.

Just to spite him, just because he wants to, he lowers himself all the way, until his ass presses to Taehyung’s hips. Taehyung whimpers so loud, Jeongguk grunts, a breathless ‘fuck’ leaving his mouth, close to Jimin’s ear. Jeongguk’s eyes are open now, staring at Jimin in awe.

Jimin quickly lifts his hips again, up until Taehyung isn’t inside of him anymore and looks over his shoulder, watching the way he struggles. Taehyung’s eyebrows are furrowed, his lips parted, cheeks flushed. He’s shaking so much, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Jimin wants to kiss every inch of his body, but he knows that they’ll get to do that later. Right now, they’re all too riled up to do anything more than seek out their highs.

“Oh god,” Taehyung breathes out, when he seems to calm down enough. His chest heaves, his hips lift and his hard cock slips in between Jimin’s ass cheeks, as if he wants more but he’s still too close to have it.

“I love it when you’re struggling to hold back,” Jimin whispers, reaching behind himself and circling the base of Taehyung’s cock. He hears the sharp intake of air, feels his hands tightening around his hips again and hears him groan when he lines him up with his hole. “Don’t stop fucking him, Jeongguk,” Jimin whispers, looking up at him. Jeongguk is a sight for sore eyes. There are beads of sweat collecting at the tips of his hair strands, falling over his forehead, eyes heavy lidded, lips parted. His hips move in sensual waves, stuttering whenever the pleasure is too much for him. He’s holding back, too, although he seems more in control than Taehyung is.

There’s just something so mesmerizing about the way Jeongguk is fucking Taehyung, slow and deliberate. He’s sitting back on his calves, the only part of his body moving now are his hips and his arms are wrapped around Taehyung’s thighs, holding his hips up so he can thrust into him without having to bend over or adjust. So, Jimin is keeping all his weight on his own knees, thighs burning because he’s currently hovering over Taehyung’s cock. But he doesn’t mind it. He’s flexible and toned in a way that allows it for a while.

He doesn’t warn Taehyung when he’s going to sink down on his cock again. He just slides down, lets Taehyung fill him up and hears him moan loudly, the sound ringing in his ears. He doesn’t stop until his ass is pressed to his hips again and sighs at the feeling of his cock inside of him.

“Fuck, Jimin. You just feel so tight,” Taehyung mutters, his thighs shaking again, looking so soft and pretty held up by Jeongguk’s strong arms. “Jesus, I’m close again,” he breathes out, hands going back to gripping Jimin’s hips as if that will somehow keep his orgasm away.

Jimin smiles to himself. “Think you can hold back until I’m close?” He asks, circling his hips slowly, thighs struggling to keep up. He’s getting tired already. “Hm?”

Taehyung’s response takes longer to arrive. When he does speak, his voice is strained, shaky, urgent.

“Don’t think so,” he mumbles, honest. “Fuck, it feels so good already. I can’t even―fuck. Jeongguk if you keep doing that, I don’t think―” he’s cut off by his own moan.

Jimin starts moving faster. If Taehyung is going to cum, he wants to pull it out of him with enough force that he shakes and screams and can’t hold back the sounds he makes. Sure enough, Taehyung moans loudly, a whimper leaving his mouth when Jimin’s hips press down against his hips. He gently helps Jeongguk lower his thighs so his hips aren’t hovering over the ground and that way, he can properly settle down on top of him.

Despite the slight change in position, Jeongguk continues thrusting into Taehyung at the same pace, slow, deliberate. He’s starting to shake, too. Jimin places his hands on Jeongguk’s shoulders to give himself leverage and moves his hips back and forth, knowing well that Taehyung will only last a bit longer. He has plans now. He’s so turned on he’s not sure he’ll last all that long, either.

“Please,” Taehyung breathes out, one of his hands sliding up Jimin’s spine, the other one still holding onto his hip. “I’m so close, I can’t―I’m gonna cum,” he blurts out, hips lifting off the floor, thrusting into Jimin. Pleasure tingles up his spine when the position makes Taehyung brush against his prostate. He clenches around him tightly, marvels in the way a broken moan leaves Taehyung’s mouth before he groans and fucks into him again, desperate, unpaced, sloppy. It feels good, nonetheless. “Fuck, fuck.”

Jimin feels Taehyung tense up under him and then he’s cumming deep inside of him, hips dropping to the towel, body slumping. He shakes through it and all the while, Jimin feels his cum filling him up, hears him moan and cry out and murmur about Jeongguk’s hips moving like that when he’s so fucking sensitive.

Jeongguk keeps going, he keeps fucking Taehyung, pulling out broken sobs out of him. Jimin loves the way it sounds, loves what it does to his body. But he knows Taehyung grows sensitive quickly after he cums, so he gently lifts himself up, closing his eyes at the feeling of cum dripping out of him.

Before too long goes by, he moves forward. Jeongguk’s eyes widen when Jimin pushes against his chest and makes him lean back on the carpet, legs stretching forward, ass on the ground.. He’s quick to straddle him, sitting down on his cock in one swift movement. He moans at the feeling of Jeongguk filling him up, the slide effortless because of the lube and Taehyung’s cum. He’s sure Jeongguk feels it that way too, a moan leaving his mouth as he drops down fully, laying down for Jimin to do as he pleases.

He knows that Jeongguk is close right now, but Jimin isn’t too far behind and it won’t be long before he catches up to him.

“Make me cum, Jeongguk,” he pleads, throwing his head back and moving his hips in circles. The position makes it easier for Jeongguk’s cock to brush against his prostate, sparks of pleasure tingling up his spine, making his head spin. It feels good. Far too good. Everything feels good with them. “God, that feels good. Please.”

Hands touch him. They’re everywhere. He’s losing it, too far gone in pleasure to think properly. It’s only after a moment that he realizes the hands he’s feeling on his hips aren’t Jeongguk’s. Jeongguk’s hands are on his thighs, squeezing, holding onto him for dear life while Jimin takes everything he needs and rides him like there’s no tomorrow. And Taehyung is kissing across his nape, nibbling and biting, no doubt leaving behind marks that Jimin won’t try too hard to hide. His hand slides forward, settling on Jimin’s belly, continuing down until it’s wrapped around his cock.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out, head falling back, hips losing their pace. Jeongguk takes over, hands replacing Taehyung’s on his hips, moving him back and forth, thrusting into him desperately.

“So fucking wet,” Jeongguk mumbles, sitting up suddenly and pressing his chest to Jimin’s. “Can feel you and Tae and it’s driving me crazy,” he breathes against Jimin’s neck.

Jimin can’t find the words to respond. All he can do is drop his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders, trying to hold on tight. He’s too far gone, pleasure taking over his body. Taehyung’s hand is on his belly, arm tight around his middle, his hand stroking Jimin’s cock at the same pace Jeongguk is thrusting. And he’s warm against Jimin’s back. Jeongguk is warm, too. Jeongguk is thrusting so hard that Jimin’s body is jostling back and forth.

His orgasm starts to build, then. Just in time with Jeongguk’s broken moan, mouth finding his, kissing him messily, desperately. Taehyung picks up the pace of his strokes and Jeongguk thrusts harder into him, skin slapping against skin. Jimin’s orgasm hits him all at once, not giving him a second to prepare himself for it. Somewhere in the back of his head, he can hear Jeongguk cursing, shaking violently. He feels him cum, but he’s too far gone to focus on it entirely.

He drops his face into Jeongguk’s shoulder and lets it wash over him, thighs tightening around Jeongguk’s waist, hole clenching around him, body spasming, nails digging into Jeongguk’s back. He can’t breathe properly, he can’t even open his eyes. It’s all so intense that he’s just lifeless in their arms for a long time, struggling to come back to himself after such immense pleasure.

He’s not sure how long goes by after that. At some point, Taehyung’s hands slide gently off his body.

“Oh my fuck, I think you broke me,” he mumbles.

That makes him laugh, followed by Jeongguk’s chuckle. He gently detaches himself from Jeongguk, thighs shaking as he tries to lift himself up. Jeongguk helps, also struggling, legs shaking the slightest bit. They turn to look at Taehyung. And he’s still laying there, breathing hard, panting, covered in sweat. Jimin laughs because he’s so endeared. All three of them are thouroughly fucked and he’s sure that when they get home, their boyfriends are going to make a fuzz out of the pictures they sent. Maybe it’ll be a long night, but it’s convenient that tomorrow is the weekend and it’s normally a time when they don’t have too busy schedules.

“I kinda want to check the damage we’ve left behind, but I also feel like I can’t stand up properly,” Jimin mumbles, leaning against Jeongguk. Finally, he turns his head to the side and presses his face to his chest, sighing deeply, arms hanging loosely around Jeongguk’s hips.

Jeongguk gently picks him up, effortlessly and with just one arm. He reaches the table and leans against it, letting Jimin remain pressed to the front of his body, carding his fingers through his hair. He unlocks his phone with his other hand and snorts.

“Want me to read?” He asks.

He hears Taehyung groan, possibly sit up, before he responds. “Yes, please. What did they say?”

“Namjoon said he can’t believe Minnie left the house at one in the morning just to come fuck with us,” he begins.

Jimin laughs and shakes his head, squeezing Jeongguk harder, pressing his face deeper into his chest.

“I didn’t,” he protests. “I actually wanted to see you guys, it’s not my fault you seduced me with words and lips and coffee.”

“We never used coffee,” Taehyung points out.

“It’s the scent of this place,” Jimin mutters, turning around just enough to stick his tongue out towards him. Taehyung laughs and grunts as he stands up, protesting about his waist, but also thanking both of them for the ‘best fuck of his life’.

“What more did they say?” Taehyung asks, reaching them and leaning against Jimin’s body, sandwiching him in between them. He sighs and closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy it for a while longer before they have to clean up and leave.

“Jin said that it wasn’t fair to send those picture and not do something about it,” Jeongguk goes on. “He also said that he’d do something about it if we didn’t. Then Hoseok said that we better be ready to be punished when we get home for starting something without them. And Yoongi said that we look hot, but not hot enough because they’re not here with us.”

Jimin smiles to himself.

“I bet we’re gonna get home and they’ll be all over the living room. I don’t think they have the self control to wait for us,” he mumbles. “God, I’m tired, I won’t lie. That was so good.”

He places a kiss to Jeongguk’s chest and then turns around in their arms, back pressing to Jeongguk’s chest as he wraps his arms around Taehyung’s neck and brings him down for a kiss. His lips are still shaky as they meet Jimin’s. They kiss slowly, taking their time now that they’re satisfied. Jeongguk’s lips find his shoulder and his hands slide across his hips, reaching towards Taehyung. He pulls him closer, his body pressing to Jimin’s tighter.

Jimin doesn’t want them to get carried away again, but he loves how kissing feels when it comes to his boyfriends. It’s so gentle, so full of love. It makes his heart beat faster and his body relax. Sometimes, when he’s feeling stressed out, all he’ll need is a kiss, one here and there, and he’ll go pliant, he’ll fall asleep maybe, calm down and get back to work.

“I love you,” he breathes into Taehyung’s mouth. “So much, you have no idea.”

“I love you, too,” Taehyung replies, pecking his lips once, twice. He does that for a few seconds, smiling at Jimin’s relaxed expression.

He feels Jeongguk’s fingers on his chin, turning his head to the side. He looks at him, showing him a smile.

“I love you, Jeongguk,” he whispers.

Jeongguk leans forward, lips meeting his, speaking against them. “I love you too, Minnie. My Minnie.”

Jimin nods mindlessly, letting Jeongguk kiss him, kissing him back as eagerly. His mouth is warm, he tastes like coffee, now that Jimin isn’t lust driven and unfocused. He tastes sweet, the same way Taehyung did. When they lean away, Jimin makes his head to the side and watches both Jeongguk and Taehyung lean forward, kissing each other in the same gentle way. Their lips move slowly, tongues swirling in between, giving Jimin a clear sight.

His heart is racing and he’s struggling to not get turned on again, but they lean away from each other with easily smiles just a moment later and Jimin is saved from having to hold back any longer.

“Let’s go home,” he pleads with a newfound eagerness. “I want to see the guys and if we stay here any longer, I’m scared I’ll get turned on again. I need a moment to regain my strength.”

Jeongguk hums, pecking his shoulder, his hand sliding down the side of his thigh, moving to the inside, reaching up and meeting what he was clearly searching for.

“We made a mess,” he whispers against Jimin’s earlobe, making something warm settle in his belly. He’s doing it on purpose, that much is clear. Jimin can see Taehyung smirking in front of him, looking down to where Jeongguk is touching. “We have to clean you up, Minnie. Do you think you can get through that without getting turned on again?”

No. But Jimin nods softly and tells himself that once they get home they can relieve whatever tension grows between them while they’re cleaning up.

“Come on,” he murmurs. “Don’t tease me,” he pleads. “I can’t feel my legs yet.”

He can, but they’re shaky. His words make both Taehyung and Jeongguk laugh. They lean in at the same time and kiss him, lips on his skin, trailing up and down his neck before they’re gone.

“Lets clean up and get home, I’m sure the guys will be waiting for us eagerly,” Taehyung says, detaching himself from Jimin and heading towards the towel.

They do their best to clean up in the small bathroom the room has. It’s a struggle and it doesn’t turn out well, but they get a taxi the second they’re ready to leave so that they can get home quicker and clean up properly.

It’s really not surprising that when they get home, they’re met with a sight for sore eyes. As Jimin predicted, they’re all over the living room. Furniture has been pushed aside, two mattresses on the floor, their four boyfriends taking turns making each other feel good. The door closes immediately, but they seem so caught up in each other that they don’t even hear it.

Jimin stares, fascinated. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but the warmth in his belly remained all their trip back home and seeing this is only making him get turned on again, quicker.

Namjoon is fucking Hoseok, fingers tangled together, hips moving in between his thighs, thrusting into him fast and steady. Yoongi is riding Jin, wrapped around him like a koala, bodies moving together, lips pressed to the other’s.

Only Jimin realizes that they’ve arrived because he’s facing the door and his eyes open, falling on them. He shows them a grin, picking up the pace of his thrusts, making Yoongi moan louder. Namjoon and Hoseok are spurred on by the sound, moving faster as well. Jimin glances towards Taehyung and Jeongguk. They look back at him with a grin. They’re quick to discard their clothes again, taking their time because they don’t want to break the moment for their boyfriends.

Jin watches them all the while he makes Yoongi moan and beg for more. It’s hot in a way that makes Jimin’s skin heat up. It’s clear that they’ve arrived a little bit late when Hoseok and Namjoon suddenly start moaning louder, clearing reaching their orgasms. And Yoongi and Jin don’t take too long, either. There’s something so fascinating about the way in which Jin’s eyebrows furrow as he cums inside of Yoongi, gripping his hips so tightly that it surely has to hurt.

It’s then that everybody finally seems to notice their presence. They stare back at them with squints and heaving chests. It’s clear that they’re tired. Maybe Jimin, Taehyung and Jeongguk arrived a bit later than they initially thought. It doesn’t matter, there’s nothing Jimin wants more in the world that to be in their arms, spend time with them. Even if nothing happens, just laying there with them in the tight space is enough.

He goes, leaning down to peck lips as he goes, finally reaching Namjoon and settling in between his legs, back pressed to his chest, making sure that Namjoon’s arms are wrapped tightly around him. He feels him chuckle, his lips pressing to the crook of his neck for a second before he leans his head against his.

“You’re late,” he says, but he doesn’t sound bothered by that at all.

Hoseok is still laying on his back beside him, eyes pleasantly closed, a smile on his lips.

“We got distracted,” Taehyung states, dropping down dramatically in between Hoseok and Yoongi, curling up into one of them and then towards the other one before laying back properly and staring up at the ceiling. “Clearly, you guys did, too. It smells like sex in here and I am not protesting.”

Jin laughs, says something about how it’s their fault for sending those pictures and turning them on. But he grows quiet as Jeongguk replaces the spot Yoongi had on his lap, wrapping himself around him with a sigh. Being the younger one of the seven of them, Jeongguk loves being babied by Jin, often times, since he’s the eldest and the one most endeared by him.

“Did the three of you have fun without us?” Yoongi asks, his cheeks flushed, skin a soft shade of pink. He’s curled up into Taehyung now, Taehyung’s arm around his waist, his other arm a pillow for Hoseok, curled to his other side.

“Yes, but we missed you,” Jimin replies, scrunching his nose when Namjoon nibbles on his shoulder in protest. “We sent the pictures because we wanted you to be a part of it,” he adds. “And, to look back on them and remember today, of course.”

“Oh, I’m remembering today, alright,” Hoseok replies. “Namjoon forgot all about the movie we were watching and immediately pinned me to the couch. It was a struggle to hold back until we brought down the mattresses. This guy has no self control,” he protests, but there’s an easy smile on his lips and Namjoon sheepishly replies.

“You weren’t protesting when I had my dick inside of you.”

Hoseok’s cheeks turn a soft shade of pink and he grumbles something Jimin doesn’t quite get before they all shift into a different conversation. Sex long forgotten, closeness the only thing in their minds. Jimin relaxes into Namjoon’s arms, turning around enough that he can place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“Have fun?” He asks, nose brushing against Namjoon’s as they look into each other’s eyes.

He’s vaguely aware that everybody is talking now, although he’s not sure what they conversation is about because his brain is focused on Namjoon and on how his arms squeeze around him tightly, lips pecking his before he replies.

“We did,” he says. “But we missed you,”

“We missed you guys, too,” he replies softly. “We should all take a weekend off, go on a trip, spend time together. It’s been too long since we’ve been all together at the same time, without having time against us.”

Namjoon hums. “You’re right,” he states. “Let’s figure that out tomorrow, hm? Right now I have no strength in me left to think,” he confesses.

That makes Jimin giggle. He leans in and kisses Namjoon softly, taking his time exploring his mouth. The warmth is back, spreading across his limbs. But it’s easy to ignore. All he wants right now is this, kissing and touching and being held.

“We should all move to the bed,” he murmurs against Namjoon’s mouth. “We should just go to sleep together. It’s been too long.”

It really has been. All of them sleeping at different times, having to stay up late for work and such. Everybody is here right now, perfectly content, work left aside, stress left behind. Jimin doesn’t want to go back to reality just yet.

“Let’s do that,” he whispers. “Hey, guys. Should we all go to sleep? I know it’s still a bit early, but it’s been a while since we’ve gone to bed together.”

Everybody immediately says yes. It’s a struggle cleaning up, separated in two bathrooms, changing into their sleeping clothes before all heading into bed. They laugh and tease each other, make a whole show out of getting into bed and deciding who will sleep where. Everybody wants to sleep next to everybody. But eventually, tiredness takes over them and they give in to it, dropping down in whichever way they are. They sleep pressed tightly together, holding each other, leaving the rest of the world outside for what’s left of the night.