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“Congrats on finishing the tour, hyung!”
Everyone mirrors the sentiment, even if they’ve already said it before. They really are just so proud of Yoongi. And Yoongi - he smiles so widely at the praise, practically glowing. The tour was hard on him, but he did so well. Despite the exhaustion, the colds he caught during it, the overexertion, it’s clear he absolutely loved it. He gave it his all and it certainly paid off.
The seven of them are having a celebratory dinner now, after it, a day they all managed to coordinate to keep free. It’s nice, being all together. Seokjin and Hoseok got another day’s leave from the military, and even if the others hadn’t gone yet, they’d all been busy with various projects, even more coming up, so they haven’t had the chance to get together like this in a long time. They’d even been out of the country at several different points, different places, it’s just been so busy.
Even so, tonight is mainly about Yoongi - so everyone’s focus stays on him the majority of the time.
Yoongi must have been missing them maybe most of all. And after such a gruelling few months, he must be longing to let himself go. He must be needing it. Aching for it. To let them all take care of him.
He’s not drunk yet, certainly not after just a glass or two with their meal, but the others all notice the way he’s blushing a pretty pink, getting gigglier than usual whenever one of them praises or teases him. It's clear he's already slipping. Definitely wants to.
Jungkook smiles fondly.
“Must have been so hard for a little thing like you, a tour like that.”
“That's right. But baby did so well, hm?”
Yoongi practically melts. He blushes so hard, ducking his head into his shoulders but smiling his beautiful gummy smile. He looks around at them through his lashes, a little twinkle in his eyes.
“Managed all by yourself!”
Yoongi nods.
“We’re so proud of you.”
“You must be so exhausted, you poor, sweet thing. You have us, now. Hyungs are here for you.”
“You don't have to be alone anymore, little one. Hyungs will take care of you.”
“You must have missed us, huh? Babygirl?”
Yoongi nods again. His cheeks are so pink, he looks like a mochi. It’s impossibly adorable.
“Oh, you're just too cute. Hyung could just eat you!” it's Jimin who says that, but they're all basically thinking it.
“It'd only take a bite or two, you're so little!” Hoseok leans over to pinch his cheek, a broad heart-shaped smile on his lips.
“The cutest little thing.”
Every comment just gets Yoongi more and more flustered and small, melting right before their eyes. He's so precious like this. He lets out a soft giggle, his shoulders shaking with mirth.
“Sweet baby. That's it, you can be as small as you want now, little one. Hyungs are here now.”
“Why don’t you go get changed for us, okay princess?” Jungkook suggests.
Yoongi’s face lights up.
“Good girl.”
He quickly scutters off into his room like an excited little kitten. Six pairs of eyes follow him until he’s out of sight behind the door.
“It’s really been too long,” Jimin breathes out.
“So,” Namjoon starts, still staring at the space where Yoongi had just been, “How are we gonna decide who gets him?”
“Not Jin hyung,” Hoseok says immediately, “What, you guys still practically live with each other, you can have him every break you get.”
Seokjin rolls his eyes.
“Fine, fine. But Yoongi will decide, of course.”
Jungkook sighs. This is the one problem with their relationship. There’s only one of Yoongi, and as much as they all love watching and just teasing him, it’s always a struggle to let someone else be with him instead. When he’s like this, Yoongi usually can’t handle taking more than one person - and there’s six of them. He's just a small, sensitive thing. Taking more of them at once, or going for multiple rounds back to back… their little one would hurt too much.
They would never push him for more, of course, and what they have is enough, but… of course they can’t help but want him themselves every time.
Their speculations are cut short by Yoongi coming tentatively back in, all shy and adorable in his new outfit.
It’s a pastel pink babydoll, ever so slightly sheer, split down the middle so a peek of his cute tummy is visible. He’s filled out even more after the tour, soft everywhere, so, so pretty. His belly is just slightly pudgy, his chest filling out the babydoll in soft mounds.
His legs, however, are slim as ever below, always so dainty and pretty. Smooth, as he must have shaved recently. Plain white socks sit on his feet, pulled up to his calves. And under the dress, he’s covered with a ruffled pair of silk panties, the same shade of pink. They hug his butt so cutely, fitting almost like diapers. Unlike the babydoll, nothing is visible through them at all. Not even a hint of the outline of his cute princess parts.
Yoongi bites gently at his nail - not like his old bad habit, just out of shyness, though his smile still shines through. The soft waves of his hair curl at his neck, almost unkempt after the shower he’d taken before dinner. It’s almost touching his shoulders now, it’s gotten so long. So pretty. Jungkook has the strong urge to run his fingers through those locks, to dress them up with pretty bows.
He’s beautiful. Nothing short of it.
He is beautiful all the time: beautiful in his studio, dressed in sweats and slides, hunched at his desk as he works on music; beautiful on stage, glowing and pouring his heart out into each and every performance; beautiful when he’s just woken up, hair sticking up in every possible direction, small eyes groggy and barely open from sleep. Yoongi is beautiful. But seeing him like this, their little princess, he’s just - so pretty.
The awe from all six of them, regardless of having seen him like this plenty of times before, is palpable, the hitch of their breath audible.
“Oh, princess,” Jungkook breathes out in awe. “Such a good girl for us, pretty baby.”
Yoongi beams. He comes waddling up to him and Jungkook beckons his arms out, eagerly accepting Yoongi onto his lap. It feels like being chosen. He didn’t mean for that, he was just saying what he thinks - but he sure isn’t going to complain about it, not when Yoongi walks so eagerly and willingly into his arms.
No one else protests it, either. As long as their sweet thing is happy and sated, that's all that matters.
Jungkook’s hand quickly finds its way into Yoongi’s hair, tugging gently at the strands.
“My pretty princess.”
Yoongi purrs happily at that.
He never speaks much, when he's in this headspace. They try not to ask him anything too complicated, Yoongi only answering with nods or shakes of his head, occasional short hums. Then there's his sweet giggles, of course. But no matter how they tease him or praise him, they're almost the only response he gives them.
It's adorable.
“If you melt anymore, how am I gonna keep you in my lap, hm?”
Yoongi giggles, shoulders drawing up. Jungkook smiles fondly.
“You’ll slip right through!” More sweet giggles, a precious, gummy smile. “Cutie.”
He tucks a curl of hair behind Yoongi’s ear, admiring the pretty locks, curling his fingers in them like he'd wanted to. He kisses the corner of his lips.
“Such a pretty baby,” Taehyung coos.
“Can hyung get you even more pretty? Hm, babydoll?”
Yoongi looks quizzically for a moment, tilting his head, but when Jungkook's finger keeps playing with his hair, he then nods enthusiastically. Jungkook lets out a giggle of his own. He strokes Yoongi's cheek with his thumb.
Another hand joins his in Yoongi's hair, and then his face is being turned towards Hoseok, who swiftly plants a kiss to his lips.
“Prettiest baby.”
Jungkook secures his arms around him to lift him up. Yoongi chirps happily, always loving the feeling of being picked up, and then with five other people cooing at him, pinching his cheek, petting him - of course he's a giggly little blushing mess. He also starts to press closer into Jungkook, almost rocking his hips into him now. Jungkook can feel a small chub behind those pretty panties.
Before they get to that, though, he wants to make good on his word - dress up his princess even prettier. He's already the prettiest, but they all love dolling him up, and Yoongi loves it.
Loves the attention like this, loves being all pretty for them, loves being spoiled like a little princess and treated like a precious doll.
Jungkook sits them down again in Yoongi’s room, in front of the mirror. The others find their places around them, some sitting back on the bed to just watch, some hovering closer.
Jungkook runs his fingers through Yoongi's wavy locks, gently teasing them apart.
“What do you think we should choose, hm?”
They have a whole range of assorted accessories for him, at each of their apartments just in case. Taehyung is already looking through them with Jimin. Shifting Yoongi to sit more sideways across his lap, Jungkook takes a look, too.
Yoongi doesn’t answer his question, but they don't expect him to. Instead, they discuss it amongst themselves, picking out the ones they currently like best. When they show it to Yoongi, he just smiles so prettily.
Jungkook kisses his cheek. He shifts his hand to his inner thigh, teasing his fingertips over his panties briefly.
“Princess likes those ones?”
Yoongi gasps quietly at Jungkook's ministrations, but he nods.
They fasten on each one in turn, Jungkook doing one side, Taehyung the other. The others watch and praise him appreciatively. Two white bows sit on either side of his head, long ribbons dangling down over his hair, and smaller, pink clips above each. He looks so pretty, their precious princess.
Jungkook leans in to peck his lips. Taehyung does, too, quickly after.
“Pretty.”
Jungkook bounces Yoongi on his knee softly, then turns him to look at the mirror.
“Look at yourself, babygirl. Look how pretty you are.”
Yoongi giggles softly, shyly. He reaches up to touch his hair.
“That’s right, such a pretty babygirl, aren’t you?”
“Our prettiest doll.”
Jungkook teases his fingertips at Yoongi’s inner thigh again, just gently, featherlight touches of his skin. Yoongi’s breath hitches, and he squirms a little on his lap. Once Yoongi’s eyes close, then Jungkook pulls his attention back to himself.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
Yoongi does. Jungkook shifts to palm over his crotch.
“Do you want this, sweetheart? Want me today?”
Yoongi nods, shuffling closer to him and oh, Jungkook is so very lucky.
Yoongi doesn't particularly mind who exactly he is with out of the six of them. Occasionally, he's missing one member in particular, or will just be longing for one of their touch, someone's specific way of handling him, but normally, he doesn't mind, as long as they're taking care of him. More often than not, multiple of them are there, anyway. Sometimes, they don't just do one round, but have Yoongi gently cockwarm each of them - nothing too much that he can't handle, not really fucking him as such, just passing Yoongi between them every so often while the little princess cuddles up to them, sucking on his paci. Gentle. Intimate. Nothing that could hurt him.
Whichever way it is, it’s always perfect.
And today, Yoongi seems comfortable in Jungkook's lap, which Jungkook certainly cannot complain about.
He leans in to kiss Yoongi on the lips, lingering as long as he’s able until Yoongi starts squirming and smiling too much. But then he fingers his crotch more purposefully, and Yoongi's pretty lips drop open in a gasp. There’s definitely a wet spot starting to form already on his panties, the material damp under Jungkook’s fingertips. So cute.
Jungkook carefully peels those pretty panties down, slipping his fingers inside.
He places a kiss on Yoongi’s soft jaw.
“So cute, babygirl. So pretty. Look how pretty you are.”
Jungkook shifts so Yoongi can look at himself in the mirror better. Yoongi lets out a cute little whimper.
“P-pretty?”
“The prettiest,” the others chime in to reiterate.
Jungkook palms his cock firmly, his other arm wrapped around him to let his fingers tease at his waist, tracing over the soft tummy under the loose fabric. Yoongi shivers at the touches, moaning softly. Obediently, he tries to keep looking at himself, tilting his head at his own reflection. Yoongi’s always been rather shy and modest, but he knows he’s pretty. Especially like this. Especially in his members’ arms.
Jungkook trails his hand up to grope Yoongi’s tit, squeezing it firmly. He starts to grind up against Yoongi, too, unable to contain himself, even if it doesn’t provide that much relief like this.
Oh, but he does put on such a pretty show, though.
He’s so sensitive.
And so pink.
Really the most perfect, pretty princess.
“Keep looking at yourself, princess. I want you to see how pretty you are. How pretty you are for hyung.”
Yoongi squirms oh so cutely on top of him, letting out the sweetest whines of pleasure. And oh, he’s so obedient, too, diligently keeping his eyes focused on the mirror to watch the pretty show he’s putting on, to see how pretty he is for him. Occasionally his eyes will stray, looking away in overwhelm, or catching the eye of one of the other five, but he always brings his gaze back, either by Jungkook’s soft command or on his own. His head tilts back as Jungkook pinches his nipple, rolling the bud between the pads of his fingers, but with a soft whimper, he blinks his eyes open again to watch the way he does it.
Such a good boy.
When he pushes slicked fingers inside from under him, Yoongi takes that so well, too, his hole swallowing them up with practised ease.
Finally, after an age of gentle teasing, Jungkook slides Yoongi’s panties down to his knees, and moves him to sit on his cock, slipping his hard length inside him.
Yoongi’s back is against his chest now, like this. He pants softly, a sweet, high-pitched moan slipping out.
“Fuck,” Jungkook curses under his breath subconsciously.
Yoongi is so tight and warm around him, his hole clenching and unclenching as he gets used to the feeling. He wriggles just a little on his lap, and Jungkook already wants to come.
He doesn’t, not yet.
He takes a moment, first nudging his nose against Yoongi’s neck, getting used to the feeling himself and relishing the weight of him in his arms, in his lap, on his cock. Revelling in how he leans back into him, his head almost resting on his shoulder. Then he turns his attention back to the mirror, taking in the sight as a whole.
It’s so pretty.
The other members reiterate the thought aloud. Yoongi turns even more pink.
Jungkook’s hands slip under the babydoll again, smoothing over Yoongi’s blushed skin. He watches the path of them, watches how Yoongi twitches when he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot, smiles at the whimper he lets out.
He gently rolls his hips upwards.
Yoongi moans.
Before long, more hands join him on Yoongi’s body. Jungkook’s arms stay wrapped around him, caressing his skin, gripping in to bounce him in time with his gentle thrusts. Yoongi meets him with the cutest little rolls of his own hips, but really Jungkook is doing most of the work. The others whisper praises, compliments, grope him and pet him in turn where they can reach, when they can. Hoseok comes forward to cup Yoongi’s cheeks, turning him away from the mirror and capturing his lips instead.
It’s never too much, all of them gentle - even Jungkook - but it still has Yoongi completely melting for them. Attention and touch from so many people at once is a lot for one cute little doll to handle, after all, even if it’s all just careful caresses.
“Feel good, princess?”
Yoongi whines softly. He’s free to look at the mirror again, eyes flicking between himself and Jungkook. His lashes flutter as Jungkook delicately trails his hand up his body again, one finger teasing at his groin, dangerously close to his cock, while the other suddenly gropes his tit. It’s soft, enough to squeeze. It feels so good - and Yoongi does, too, evident from the way he gasps. Through it, Jungkook keeps grinding his hips up into him rhythmically, moaning softly against Yoongi’s neck at his wet warmth. His hot breath tickles Yoongi’s skin, only making him shiver more with pleasure.
“Yoongi-yah…” he breathes out.
Jungkook’s fingers inch onto his cock, teasing him so gently, so maddeningly, until his hand envelopes the tiny thing fully. Yoongi shudders with a gasp.
“Want to come? Is princess close?”
“Mmh,” Yoongi whines.
“Open your eyes, darling. Look at yourself, for me. That’s a good girl. Do you see how pretty you are?”
Yoongi draws his hand up to suck at his finger. He nods.
“Good, good girl.”
Jungkook rolls his cock between his fingers, alternating between palming it fully and just teasing at the head, or stroking down at his balls instead. Yoongi’s thighs are shaking with pleasure, whimpers pouring almost endlessly from his pretty lips along with the drool that starts to cover his finger and pour down chin where he’s suckling on it. He’s so cute. The cutest baby.
“Come for me, babygirl. Paint yourself pretty for hyung.”
When Yoongi does, it’s the prettiest sight Jungkook thinks he’s ever seen. He watches in the mirror, and Yoongi does his very best to, as well, eyes shining, slightly teary. He arches back against Jungkook’s chest, thighs quivering through his orgasm as little spurts of white paint over his tummy. He’s a work of art.
“So good, princess. Did so well, so pretty.”
Yoongi looks back over his shoulder to meet Jungkook’s eyes directly. He looks so much like a kitten like this. Jungkook smiles at him, reaching up to stroke his cheek, then wipe away some of the drool from under his lip.
“So, so good, doll.”
More praises join from the other members, a kiss landing on Yoongi’s head. Seokjin quickly comes forward to kneel in front of Yoongi and wipe away the cum, before it dries uncomfortably on his skin and pretty lingerie. He pecks Yoongi’s lips when he’s done, then again, longer.
Yoongi’s gaze follows after him for a moment, then back to Jungkook.
Jungkook lifts Yoongi carefully off his cock and helps him turn around. Yoongi’s panties fall away to the floor as he does.
“Come here, little one. Hyung wants to face you.”
Yoongi falls back into his lap, this time facing him, thighs either side of his waist. Jungkook cups his face with one hand, keeping Yoongi’s gaze on him. His kitten are eyes wide and innocent, still glazed with pleasure. Jungkook leans in to kiss him.
He’s intending to let Yoongi go now, let him cuddle with the others and wind down, but instead he feels Yoongi’s hips grind back against his still hard cock. A delicate hand goes reaching back, too, wrapping around it gently. Like he wants to keep going. To get Jungkook off.
“Yoongi-yah…” Jungkook moans. “Are you sure, baby? It’s not too much?”
In answer, Yoongi pushes his ass back against him, as if trying to get it inside. He makes a soft whine to further cement it.
Who is Jungkook to refuse?
Hands gripping Yoongi’s ass, Jungkook stands. Yoongi lets out a soft squeak, tightening his thighs around him and falling forward, clutching onto Jungkook's shirt. Jungkook chuckles softly.
“My babydoll.”
Yoongi clings tight to him, moaning louder now as Jungkook manoeuvres him to fit his cock inside him once more, spreading his legs wide in his hold. He stays there for a moment, making sure Yoongi really is okay with it, letting him get used to the fullness again on his sensitive prostate.
Then he fucks up into him. Yoongi moans, clinging on to him tighter. Jungkook makes sure not to be too rough, fucking him carefully, controlled - perhaps an even bigger display of his strength than if he just let loose. Aside from the extra care, he still feels as though he’s using him like he’s really just a doll.
He feels so good.
God, sometimes it’s hard to control it, too. Yoongi looks so gorgeous, feels amazing , it’s hard not to just ravage him entirely. But this is just as good, too. A pliant little doll that loves to be pampered. Their precious princess.
Jungkook places him onto the dressing table to continue lest his arms tire. He leans in to kiss him softly, chaste compared to the way he's thrusting in deep, the mirror and desk rocking with their movements. Yoongi keeps making the cutest noises with each thrust.
“So good for hyung. My babygirl. So cute.”
He kneads Yoongi’s plush thighs in his grip. They’re still thin, of course, his legs always are, but all the same they’re so soft to touch, fleshing out under the pressure of his fingers. His tummy, on the other hand, folds into soft rolls adorably where he sits, the slightest jiggle to it along with his tits with each of his thrusts. It’s so gorgeous. He is.
Now able to properly fuck him unlike the small rolls of his hips when Yoongi was on his lap, it doesn’t take long at all for Jungkook to reach his own climax, already sensitive from before. He moans into Yoongi’s neck with a final thrust, spilling inside him. Yoongi's hand clutches onto him weakly, a pitiful whimper leaving his lips.
After he’s ridden the wave and caught his breath back, Jungkook pulls back to smile at him, cupping his cheeks and quickly kissing those lips.
Yoongi hums happily. He subconsciously moves his hips, grinding on Jungkook’s cock and making him groan softly once more.
He must have been more desperate than Jungkook or anyone even realised. Must have missed them, needed him more than they could have thought. He’s clearly spent, but he doesn’t seem to want to let go. He looks past Jungkook at the others in turn, something pleading in his eyes.
He brings his hand up to suck on his fingers again. They’ll need to remedy that with something better for him to suck on.
Jungkook carefully pulls out, shushing Yoongi and stroking his cheeks when he whines at the action.
“It’s okay, baby, here.”
Jungkook carefully lifts him again from under his thighs, kissing his nose as he takes him to the bed now, stepping out of his baggy trousers where they were still pooled at his feet. Namjoon moves out of the way from where he was sitting to let him sit Yoongi down, but leans in to stroke a stray strand of Yoongi’s hair out of his face. Yoongi leans into the touch like a cat, seeking more. Jungkook sits on his other side, tangling a hand in his hair once more.
Taehyung and Jimin have already picked out a pacifier for him from his collection. It’s a simple one, white with a pink button that’s shaped like a bow, just a few silver gems lining the edge and the word “princess” written across the ring in pretty font. They quickly bring it over.
“Ah,” Jimin urges him to open his mouth, and Yoongi does.
Jimin slides it in and Yoongi eagerly sucks on that now instead of his finger. Taehyung pinches his cheek fondly.
Seokjin takes the washcloth again and gently pushes Yoongi to lie back, grabbing his legs to lift them. Yoongi gasps quietly at first, but when Seokjin only reaches under to clean his rim, Yoongi whines almost unhappily.
“What is it, princess?”
“Mmh,” Yoongi whimpers again, softly.
He keeps looking between them all, pacifier bobbing as he suckles. Then he shuffles further back on the bed. His legs slip out of Seokjin’s grasp, falling wider. He whines again, softly.
If Jungkook isn’t mistaken, his cock is twitching to get hard again, still leaking just a bit. He really did want more, the sweet thing.
“Oh, my baby…”
Seokjin reacts first, still in front of him. He places his hands on Yoongi’s thighs, keeping them spread as he leans in to kiss Yoongi’s jaw, and then down his body. Their princess squirms, reaching out and grabbing at Namjoon and Jungkook on either side. He’s so, so sensitive, sensitive anyway but doubled after one orgasm.
“Princess wants more, hm?” Seokjin whispers.
“Nng!” Yoongi nods.
“It’ll hurt, baby.”
He fingers his puffy, pink rim as if to prove that, and Yoongi shivers - but then he shakes his head insistently.
“No? Can take it?”
Yoongi nods again, whining in agreement.
“So precious.”
Seokjin kisses the head of his cute cock once, then the insides of his thighs, but then he pulls back.
He looks to the side, giving the chance for someone else to take care of him, now. Immediately at the removal of touch, Yoongi whines, curling into the closest body - Namjoon. His hand moves up where he was already gripping him, reaching out for Namjoon to take it, to give him something . He looks up at him pleadingly. The pacifier bobs again as he sucks on it, staring up at him innocently - though what he’s asking for is anything but innocent.
Namjoon doesn’t leave him waiting, immediately shifting his position so he can give Yoongi more attention. He does glance around quickly, just to check with the others, but they let the leader continue. Jungkook shifts back, creating more room on the bed as the others fit themselves around, some standing, some sitting.
He watches as Namjoon inserts himself between Yoongi’s inviting thighs, his large hands almost completely enveloping them. Yoongi’s reach up to hook behind his neck, his eyes never leaving Namjoon’s. It’s cute, how he tries to make eye contact so hard. And he does it well, now, especially like this, even if his cheeks are bright pink as if matching his pacifier and lingerie.
“Must have really missed us, hm?” Namjoon murmurs. “Needed us?”
Yoongi nods.
“Sweet baby.”
He kisses Yoongi’s pacifier button.
“Tell hyung if it’s too much, okay princess?”
Namjoon takes his cock in hand, guiding it carefully to Yoongi’s already stretched and wet hole. And when he enters him, it stretches even wider to fit his girth, inviting him in. Namjoon is so big, especially compared to Yoongi. His whole body almost completely covers Yoongi’s.
Yoongi is bigger than he used to be, so it really is a testament to how much Namjoon has grown, too. Jungkook finds himself holding his breath for a second. It’s a gorgeous sight. Not only the size difference, but the whole visual. Yoongi, smaller, paler, pinker, long pretty hair and delicately dressed - while Namjoon is the total opposite. Although, seeing Yoongi with any one of them is a sight to behold.
Maybe it’s just Yoongi.
Yoongi moans, toes curling and thighs tightening around him as Namjoon fucks him into the mattress, slow and deep. His fingers try to grip onto something, smoothing over Namjoon’s shaved head. Eventually, his arms just fall back down to the mattress, splayed limply either side of him as he takes what Namjoon gives him. Taehyung quickly takes one of his hands into his own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before just holding his hand.
Yoongi can’t stop whimpering, definitely overly sensitive now but he shows no signs of wanting to stop, despite the tears filling his eyes. Namjoon is only being gentle, after all, so, so slow, but that surely only makes Yoongi feel each and every movement of his cock inside him even more, tantalising each individual sensitive nerve ending. He seems to tremble but he takes it so well. His eyelashes dance against his cheekbones, struggling to keep open through the excruciating pleasure.
He lies there so good and still, such a sweet, good, doll.
His pacifier nearly falls out as he pants and moans, but Hoseok presses it back in for him, stroking his thumb over his round cheek after.
“That’s it, babygirl, shh. We’ve got you, it’s okay.”
Yoongi whimpers softly.
He moans out loudly when he comes, but then just lies there, panting around the pacifier. His eyelids flutter, starting to droop already. He’s definitely spent this time, but Namjoon gently reassures him until he comes, too, quickly after. Upon pulling out, Namjoon immediately peppers kisses over his face.
“Did so well for us, angel. So, so good.”
He grabs the washcloth from Seokjin and starts gently wiping Yoongi down again, pressing kisses to his skin as he does.
“Good, princess?”
“Mm.”
Hoseok slides closer onto the bed beside Yoongi, nudging his arm underneath him to lift Yoongi up, letting him lean against him.
“Come here, baby,” he coos. “Oh, look at you. So cute. Did so well for us.”
“Didn’t he just?” Jimin agrees.
“Nng~” the little one says quietly.
Yoongi curls up into Hoseok’s side, clinging onto him like a needy cat. He sucks more actively on the pacifier again now that he’s caught his breath back some. Hoseok pets his hair, and presses a kiss to his temple.
The bed, although large, isn’t exactly big enough for all seven of them to fit comfortably, but they manage to fit in some way, enough to cuddle their princess and shower him with kisses.
Jimin soon hops off, though, returning with a diaper for the little one. They move his legs to help Jimin get it on him, and Yoongi pliantly lets them. He lets out a tiny, happy hum when it’s on.
There’s something about him, today. Probably because it’s been so long and he must be so exhausted, and with the worry of Hoseok and Seokjin in the military, too - the others’ time looming close. It must all be adding up, so Yoongi’s even clingier than usual, today. Cuter.
With the white and pink patterned diaper hugging his butt underneath the babydoll, now, he looks positively adorable. Jimin gives it a little pat for good measure, and then Hoseok is lifting him onto his lap. Yoongi instantly cuddles up into him, resting against his shoulder. His cheek squishes up like that, more so with the paci in his mouth. Jungkook resists the urge to bite him. Instead, he leans in to kiss his cheek.
Hoseok rubs his back, smiling gently at the sleepy boy in his lap.
“How you holding up, princess? Hm?”
Yoongi hums softly. Drained, and still deep in his headspace. Deeper, maybe. Hoseok taps his nose.
“Can someone get him something to drink?”
“Already on it,” Seokjin replies.
He comes back with Yoongi’s baby bottle, filled with lightly warmed milk and honey.
“Here, sweetheart.” Seokjin removes the pacifier gently, “Try to drink a little.”
They’d eaten just before, so he doesn’t need much, but especially after he came twice and shed some tears, they don’t want him dehydrated. And when he’s like this, he prefers milk or juice to water. Yoongi doesn’t complain, diligently opening his mouth to let Seokjin feed him from the bottle. He doesn’t finish it, though, turning away to rest against Hoseok again before it’s done. Seokjin doesn’t push it and feeds the pacifier back into his lips with a soft utter of, “good boy.”
Yoongi readjusts himself so he’s straddling Hoseok, turning his head the other way so he’s facing away from him. Everyone watches as he just gets himself comfy, the only sounds the rustling of the sheets, of his diaper, and the soft suckles on the pacifier. He settles down, and Hoseok resumes stroking his back. Jungkook reaches out to stroke his hair with one finger.
“Is it me or does he seem deeper than usual?” he wonders aloud.
Namjoon hums in agreement.
“You know how hard he worked. It’s to be expected.”
“He really needs to take better care of himself…”
Taehyung takes one of his hands again, rubbing Yoongi’s fingers between the pads of his comfortingly. The time he hospitalised himself earlier this year, the fact he needed IVs multiple times from overexertion… it always worries them.
“Always has me worried,” Seokjin voices. “I know he’s better now than he was, but… can’t wait until I’m out and can be with him more often again.”
Jungkook hums. They’ll all be going, soon. Yoongi will be alone, then.
Hoseok suddenly gasps. Jungkook looks over and instantly spots the reason for it.
Yoongi’s diaper is filling out against his hand.
“Poor baby,” Jimin coos.
“He really did need us badly, huh…” Hoseok breathes out.
Yoongi doesn’t always use a diaper, even when he’s wearing one. It’s more of a comfort thing, when he’s feeling really small, and often something they use after they’ve had sex. He doesn’t always use it - but it’s cute when he does. Especially so soon after putting it on.
Yoongi lets out a soft whine.
It seemed to take him a moment to even realise he was peeing, only now noticing the wet sensation.
“Oh, sweet thing. Just finish going for us, hyungs are here. That’s it. All done?”
Yoongi’s gaze lowers as he finishes relieving himself. Luckily, it doesn’t leak much - maybe just the slightest damp on Hoseok’s hand. He pats the full diaper gently. Yoongi shifts where he sits. He whines again.
“I know, I know baby. It’s uncomfortable, hm? Just a second, princess.”
Jungkook rushes to get a fresh diaper while Hoseok and the others shush and calm him. In lieu of moving him just yet, they decide to change him on the bed, just making sure the comforter is out of the way. The sheets need to be changed anyway - some cum definitely spilled on them - but they can do that once he’s fallen asleep properly.
“Mm?” Yoongi chirps softly, concerned.
Namjoon smiles at him, cupping his cheeks while Jungkook works on getting the soaked diaper off.
“You’re okay, baby. Don’t worry. It’s okay.”
He kisses Yoongi’s pacifier.
“We’ll just get you changed, hm?”
Yoongi relaxes at that, and they quickly get the task done. Then he settles back into their arms, clean and sated, suckling softly.
He falls asleep soon after.
The others are careful not to wake him as they remake the bed, then remove the clips from Yoongi's hair so they don't get tangled while he sleeps.
Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok stay with him, crowding into the bed. Jungkook, reluctantly, just pats his butt a final time and presses a long kiss to his cheek.
He's going to miss this. All of them being here. Getting to pamper Yoongi like this.
There's still a few months to go for him, but it feels so close, looming over him. There's still a lot to do until then.
But for now, he savours this moment, smiling at their little sleeping beauty before heading into the other room to get ready to sleep himself.