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Min Yoongi had expected to dislike Park Jimin.
He disliked a lot of things, and honestly, Jimin’s constant energetic attitude and cotton candy hair and his frustratingly perfect ass, would usually be someone that would be too much , and he would keep his distance.
He liked the smell of the air as the seasons transitioned to Spring, he liked cooking for his best friends and he liked Jung Hoseok.
Turned out that he and Jimin at least had one thing in common.
Hoseok.
That was another reason why Yoongi had expected to dislike Jimin, because he’d been a little bit in love with his best friend for at least a year now—a lot longer if he really thought about it—and then all of a sudden Hoseok was introducing him to his new friend that had just started dancing with him. Jimin was abruptly everywhere , getting on well with all of their friends and blending in seamlessly, and he wasn’t subtle about the fact that he absolutely adored Hoseok. And at first it had frustrated and annoyed Yoongi, because he hadn’t been used to competing for Hoseok’s affections, except then Jimin had shown up on his doorstep.
“C’mon, hyung,” Jimin had smirked up at him from underneath his thick eyelashes and pink, floppy fringe before holding up the bottle of whiskey he had brought. “Let’s drink.”
Yoongi had been completely caught off guard, ready to collapse onto his couch with a bowl of stew leftover from last night, and try to get lyrics he had been working on all week out of his head. But the brand of whiskey Jimin was holding was his favourite, which had surprised Yoongi but had been enough for him to not make any excuses and invite him in. Yoongi had offered to heat some of the stew for Jimin and had been surprised when he had taken him up, before Jimin started pouring them a few fingers of whiskey and said that he always loved Yoongi’s cooking, whenever he got it. That made Yoongi soften a little more, and his guard started to dissolve as they sat on the couch and Jimin made appreciative humming sounds as they ate. They made it through two episodes of the drama that Yoongi had been watching, and several glasses of whiskey each, when Jimin bumped his knee against Yoongi’s before slouching back into the couch.
“You planning on making a move soon, or are we both just going to suffer forever?” He said it lightly but Yoongi knew it was serious.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmured, lifting his glass back to his lips with his eyes trained on the TV, despite how tense his body suddenly was.
“You do ,” Jimin replied. “Seokie.” Yoongi hadn’t been expecting this, even though it was always something that was floating in the back of his mind and flared up a little louder when he was around either Hoseok—and more recently Jimin, as well. Yoongi’s lips were pressed together as his mind twisted over what to say, before Jimin’s knee was bumping his again and then leaning against his firmly. “He’s so fucking pretty, but he is completely oblivious,” Jimin whined out and Yoongi couldn’t help his laugh, because it was true . He knew that he hadn’t been particularly forthcoming about his feelings, he wasn’t about to blow up his friendship by making a big speech about how he’d fallen in love with Hoseok and wanted to kiss him all the time, but he also knew that he wasn’t subtle . Kim Seokjin and Jeon Jungkook teased him pretty constantly, and Kim Namjoon wasn’t as obvious about it, but there were times when he would see Yoongi getting flustered over Hoseok and there would be a knowing smile on his face. And Jimin had clearly picked up on it quickly.
“He is,” Yoongi agreed, because obviously this conversation wasn’t something he was going to escape.
“I’m not here to cause problems or anything,” Jimin sent him a wry smile as he flicked his fingers through his hair.
“I kind of feel you’re the type to create problems even when you don’t mean to,” Yoongi shot back with a smirk and Jimin giggled, scrunching up his nose and not denying it. Yoongi sipped at his whiskey and leaned back into the couch properly as well, letting himself slouch against Jimin and smell the sweet perfume he was wearing. It had only been a couple of months, and he hadn’t been rude to Jimin, but he definitely hadn’t been welcoming either. He kind of regretted that, especially since he had always known deep down it wasn’t Jimin’s fault that he was hesitant around him.
“Well…I’m just saying,” Jimin actually looked a little pink as he looked into his empty glass. “If you ever want to—like, talk about Hoseokie with someone who totally understands and isn’t going to judge you—because I know that Jungkookie teases you as much as he teases me—” Yoongi snorted. “Then I’m here. And I like you, hyung, I wanna spend more time with you.” Yoongi blinked as he looked over at the younger man, and had to take a moment to process what was being said.
It was completely unexpected and a little bit jarring while still being incredibly sweet, and it had been Yoongi who leaned in first to kiss him. Jimin had dropped his empty glass onto the rug below him as he had swung his leg over Yoongi’s lap, making pretty sounds as one of Yoongi’s hands moved up to run through his pink hair and the other rested on his hip. Jimin’s lips felt as good as they looked, and was absolutely incredible with his hips, and it was kind of embarrassing the way that they just kissed messily and humped against each other until they both came in their pants. Except Jimin didn’t look embarrassed, he had just giggled and fell against Yoongi and asked if he could borrow a pair of shorts to sleep on, since he’d decided he was staying, and so Yoongi couldn’t really find it in himself to be ashamed either.
Everything stayed the same, kind of, sort of, but there was this pressure that had been released in Yoongi’s chest and now everytime he was in a group setting with both Hoseok and Jimin, he didn’t feel that same confused spike in the pit of his stomach. He found it pretty cute how Jimin would giggle and scrunch up his nose at things that Hoseok said, and how he would wiggle happily when Hoseok touched his hair or face, and how his eyes would get all glittery when Hoseok asked for his help with a dance routine he was working on.
Now that Yoongi and Jimin were actually friends rather than just acquaintances, there were suddenly a lot more movie nights and outings with just the three of them, similar to nights that Yoongi used to spend Hoseok alone. He didn’t mind that Jimin was there now, that the nights that he used to treasure so much with just Hoseok to himself now included Jimin, and on one of the nights where Jimin had to work late and couldn’t meet them, both he and Hoseok were pouting a little, saying it didn’t feel the same without him. Yoongi tried not to think too much about it, because Hoseok was as oblivious as ever, and both he and Jimin seemed to have decided that neither of them wanted to make the first move, not wanting to upset any of their friendships, and so he didn’t need to examine his tangled feelings.
And then there was also the slight difference where he was regularly sleeping with Jimin now, so many of their little ‘bonding sessions’ adoring or agonizing over Hoseok ending up with the pair falling into bed together. Yoongi had barely slept with anyone in the past two years, and none since realizing how he felt about Hoseok, but it felt good with Jimin. It felt right.
Maybe it felt even better on the nights when Jimin kept on talking about Hoseok, once they were in bed together.
“Bet Hoseokie would mark you all over, hyung,” Jimin was whispering as he nuzzled his face against Yoongi’s, their legs tangled together while Jimin had one arm between Yoongi’s legs, playing with his hole teasingly. “You’d like that, right? Him to bruise you all over?” The tip of his finger pressed inside Yoongi, the slide easy with the lube Jimin had coating his fingers, and Yoongi let out a moan against Jimin’s mouth.
“ You’re the possessive one, Minnie,” Yoongi panted against Jimin’s mouth, who just giggled, even as he continued to press his finger further inside, making Yoongi’s eyes flutter shut.
“ You’re the one who likes marks,” he retorted, and it made Yoongi’s stomach squirm at the way that Jimin knew him. “And I don’t get that possessive—not really .” Yoongi snorted and forced his eyes to open and meet Jimin’s.
“You almost shoved that girl off her barstool when she was flirting with Hobah at the club last week,” he pointed out and Jimin’s finger paused inside of Yoongi before he narrowed his eyes and pouted playfully.
“I don’t care if you’re all over Seokie—”
“I’m not all over him!”
“But I don’t want random people around him,” Jimin scrunched up his nose in distaste. “I don’t know them. Don’t want them over my Hoseokie and Yoongi-hyung,” he grunted as he leaned forward and bit down gently at Yoongi’s collarbone. Jimin’s words made his hips jerk forward, and precum bubble from the tip of his cock, because he hadn’t quite expected Jimin to be possessive over him .
“Don’t want anyone but my Hobah and Minnie,” Yoongi mumbled and Jimin’s eyes lifted to meet his again, plush lips curved up in a smile before a second finger was brushing against his hole and Yoongi was completely distracted.
“I think about it all the time, you know that, right, hyung?” Jimin licked at Yoongi’s neck, so easily able to hold one of Yoongi’s legs over his arm, hooked over his elbow, keeping his thighs apart so that he was able to easily slide a second finger inside. “I think about you and Seok…I think about how pretty you would look underneath him—”
“ Shit , Jimin-ah!” Yoongi dug his fingers into one of Jimin’s biceps, his head always spinning when Jimin was touching him and talking so much about Hoseok. He tugged at Jimin’s arm, looking up at him with shiny eyes. “I think about you and Hobah t-too,” he exhaled shakily at the feeling of Jimin’s fingers sliding in and out of him. “ Fuck , I want to him fuck you. Want to see him looking after you.” And Jimin’s fingers faltered again, his eyes softening a little in the corners before leaning forward and pressing another kiss to Yoongi’s mouth.
“ Hyung …” Jimin mumbled, and Yoongi dropped his hand, wrapping it around Jimin’s cock and tugging on it. “ Hyung !” He gasped as he started rutting his hips forward, pushing his cock faster through the tight circle of Yoongi’s fingers. He was still trying to keep a steady pace of his fingers inside Yoongi, but he was starting to falter, and Yoongi smiled, always pleased when Jimin started getting lost in his own pleasure.
“Always so cute, so sweet when you’re around your Seokie,” Yoongi nipped at Jimin’s lips, bumping their noses together as he tightened his grip around Jimin while his other hand slipped lower, trying to tease between his thighs despite their awkward position, knowing how much Jimin loved being filled. “Want him to tell you how pretty you are, how good you’re being…” Jimin let out a whine under his breath, because just like he knew Yoongi’s fantasies, Yoongi knew his as well. It also wasn’t hard to figure out that Jimin liked praise. “Know that he would fuck you so well, make you feel so good—”
“Make both of us feel so good,” Jimin gasped as his fingers slipped out of Yoongi and he groped at his ass instead, focusing more on chasing after his orgasm. “He’d look after both of us so good, know that he would,” Jimin’s sounds were getting louder and Yoongi couldn’t help the way his toes were curling excitedly and his own hips were pushing forward, looking for some kind of friction against Jimin’s body. He nudged Jimin’s arm away so that he could properly reach between Jimin’s legs and press a finger against Jimin’s hole. He was slippery from where Yoongi had been eating him out and fingering him earlier, when they had been on the couch, and Jimin let out a louder gasp at just the pressure of one finger, always greedy for anything inside him.
“Hobah would tell you you’re so good, Minnie,” Yoongi mumbled, dotting kisses all over Jimin’s face, anywhere he could reach. “Coz you are, so good. So pretty, you look so pretty.” And Jimin’s breathing was getting heavy and his hair was all ruffled and a little sticky against his forehead and Yoongi just wanted him to feel good. “Cum for hyung, cum for your Seokie.” Jimin let out a loud whimper and he was clearly about to orgasm when there was a sneeze.
“Wha—” Jimin tugged back from Yoongi to look around blearily, and Yoongi frowned as he looked in the direction of the sound before they both froze.
Hoseok.
Hoseok was in the doorway of Jimin’s room, one hand on the doorknob, where he must have only just opened the door.
“Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi exhaled shakily as he jolted up and Jimin was pulling up a blanket from the bottom of the bed to cover both of their naked laps, his shoulders shaking slightly as he pressed against Yoongi. It was instinctive, to wrap an arm around Jimin almost protectively, although his eyes were still on Hoseok, and he saw the way that Hoseok followed the movement. “Uh—”
“I’m really sorry—I used my key—” Hoseok cut himself off, his face shifting through several unreadable expressions, waving a key up weakly. “I didn’t—I didn’t think —” he broke off again and pursed his lips together before swallowing hard. “You…Both? I didn’t think…I thought I—” he still wasn’t making much sense but from the way his eyes were flicking between them while licking his lips quickly, Yoongi had a feeling that maybe things weren’t as bad as he thought they would be. Jimin also seemed to be breathing easier beside him.
“Hobah?” Yoongi asked quietly and Hoseok blinked a few times, looking directly at Yoongi.
“You were thinking about me? You were both thinking about me?” His eyes flicked to Jimin for a few beats before looking back at Yoongi expectantly. So clearly he had heard them.
“We…” Yoongi squinted a little before exhaling heavily. “Yes?” He tried not to wince but it still took a beat before he was able to look up and meet Hoseok’s eyes again, nervous about his response. But when he looked up, Hoseok’s eyes were dark in a way that didn’t mean he was angry, biting down on his lower lip and looking more slowly between the two of them.
“I thought—I mean, Jungkookie said—” Hoseok took in a deep breath and then dropped his gaze and let out a huff of laughter, sounding as though he was in a state of disbelief. Jimin cleared his throat next to Yoongi and Yoongi found Jimin’s hand under the blankets giving it a squeeze as they stayed quiet, giving Hoseok time to process. A few silent moments passed by, but the room wasn’t as tense as it had been just a few minutes before, and when Hoseok looked up at them, his expression seemed to have settled into… Something . Something unreadable. “So,” he began, his eyes sliding slowly between the two of them. “I…Was really scared that you two hated each other at first.” Yoongi snorted and tightened his grip on Jimin.
“I don’t think I could hate him, even if I tried,” Yoongi said, even as there was a wounded sound from Jimin. Yoongi smirked at Jimin, and then his smile softened as he lifted his hand and reached up to brush back a strand of pink hair from where it was sticking to Jimin’s cheek. “Plus, he made a convincing argument. Pointed out that we have a lot in common.”
“Damn right we do,” Jimin giggled and leaned forward, stealing a quick kiss from Yoongi before freezing and realizing what he’d done in front of Hoseok. He quickly looked back at the other man in the room, but Hoseok was just watching them intently. Jimin pursed his lips before tilting his head to the side. “What did Jungkookie say to you?” He asked.
“He said…” Hoseok drifted off, pursing his lips and his eyebrows furrowing slightly, as though choosing his words carefully. Of course he was, because he was Hoseok, and he cared about how people felt—cared about them especially. “He said that maybe I didn’t have to choose.” Jimin tensed beside Yoongi before Hoseok huffed out a laugh. “I mean, he said it in a bit of a different way, but—“ he laughed again, and Yoongi snorted. So Jungkook knew about all of them and their crushes.
Of course he had.
“Yeah?” Jimin spoke up, and he was shuffling around so his legs were tucked underneath him, kneeling while leaning in closer still to Yoongi, pressed hard up against his side. Yoongi wrapped an arm around his waist, still trying to remain a reassuring pillar but feeling like maybe that wouldn’t be needed. Maybe things were going to work out in the surprisingly best way.
“Yeah,” Hoseok swallowed hard as he looked between the two of them, hesitantly stepping closer once, twice. “I’ve, uh—both of you are just—“ he shook his head. “Both of you are just fucking incredible, and I didn’t think I would ever be able to—to choose between you.” Yoongi couldn’t help the long exhale he let out, his lips curving upwards slightly. Hoseok looked toward him with searching eyes, a wrinkle still between his eyebrows. Yoongi could feel the way both he and Jimin had relaxed, but Hoseok was still tense, still uncertain, and he couldn’t have that. He made sure he was holding up the blanket over his lap as he got to his knees as well, and he slowly reached out a hand toward Hoseok.
Hoseok took it without hesitation.
“I’ve liked you for a long time, Hobah. A really long time.” He wasn’t prepared to expand on his feelings too much right now, he was not in the best position for that, but he wasn’t going to leave Hoseok in the dark. “It was what me and Jimin-ah bonded over, actually.”
“I…” Hoseok shook his head again and took in a deep breath, his fingers tight around Yoongi’s. “Shit, this doesn’t seem real.”
“I mean…The guy we’re in love with just walked in on us getting off to him. I don’t know about you, but this all feels painfully real right now,” Jimin grumbled under his breath.
“In love with?!” Hoseok’s voice pitched higher as his eyes flicked between the two, and Yoongi shot a glare at Jimin because he really wasn’t ready for this conversation right now.
Jimin, of course, just smiled back at him innocently before leaning in to steal a quick kiss from Yoongi’s pout before resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Did you want to join us, Hoseokie?” Jimin’s voice had the sugar-sweet lilt it took on whenever he knew he was going to get his way. Hoseok instantly looked at Jimin, and his grip on Yoongi’s hand became almost deadly. Yoongi didn’t doubt that Jimin was batting his eyelashes, dialling up his prettiness even higher.
“Is that—I mean, should we—is that okay?” Hoseok asked, but he was stepping closer again, his thighs now pressed up hard against the side of the bed. His eyes were looking brighter, but he was clearly still hesitating. “Should we—I mean, do we have to talk first?” But he was stealing glances at where the blanket was slipping further down Jimin’s waist, and Yoongi’s bare chest.
“I think we should talk in the morning, after we’ve all had a good rest,” Jimin stated matter-a-factly, which made both Yoongi and Hoseok snort. Clearly Jimin was completely onboard with the idea, and Hoseok seemed to be as well, before eyes turned to Yoongi. With the way Jimin was curled against his side and how warm Hoseok’s palm was against his, it didn’t feel like there was any uncomfortable pressure, just a simple question.
“Yeah…Yeah, I want to,” Yoongi cleared his throat and ducked his head, hoping that the pinkness on his cheeks was hidden. The way Jimin hummed under his breath and turned his face into Yoongi’s shoulder made it clear that it hadn’t been missed, but neither of them mentioned it.
“Shit,” Hoseok exhaled heavily. “Uh, this sounds—this probably sounds really bad, but you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. With—with both of you.” He scrunched up his nose and his floppy bangs bounced against his forehead, and Yoongi was glad he wasn’t the only one with a pink face. “That sounds bad, but—”
“You walked in on us getting off and saying your name,” Jimin giggled again. “We’re not going to judge you, Seokie. We want you to fuck us.” Yoongi’s face was bright red now, but this was something he adored about Jimin. How brazenly he stated what he wanted—what they wanted. He huffed out a laugh and tried to fold his arms over his chest, but Jimin stubbornly remained where he was against his side and Hoseok clung to his hand. He liked that, the way they were both holding him in their own way.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you,” Hoseok snorted. “ Both of you. So much—”
“Yoongi-hyung first,” Jimin sounded breathy as he interrupted Hoseok. “Please—Yoongi-hyung first.” Hoseok smiled widely at Jimin while Yoongi’s eyes got big.
“What are you—Jimin-ah, no, I think—”
“You’ve been waiting forever for Hoseokie,” Jimin said flatly, and Yoongi felt his body prickle with heat all over. “I want Hoseok-hyung to fuck you—wanna watch.” And then he smirked a little as he looked between them, obviously back to being shameless now that he knew how everyone was feeling. Yoongi’s lips were parted and his breathing was shallow, nervous to look up at Hoseok after what Jimin had just said, but Hoseok fixed that.
“Can I, Yoongi-hyung?” Hoseok murmured, and he squeezed at Yoongi’s hand tighter. Yoongi inhaled sharply before nodding his head quickly.
“Yeah—kiss first, though. I want—want a kiss first,” Yoongi spoke up, still nervous for some reason to ask for a kiss even though they were literally about to sleep together. But it had been so long that he had wanted Hoseok—not just to sleep with him, but for all of this, to find out if Hoseok felt the same way—Jimin had been right, he had been waiting forever . It felt almost unreal that he could finally ask for a kiss.
“Yeah,” Hoseok nodded, and he dropped Yoongi’s hand, hitching one of his knees up on the bed so he could crouch in front of them. “Fuck yeah, I’ve wanted to kiss you for—way longer than I can remember.” He leaned in, and one of his hands reached out for Jimin while the other reached out for Yoongi. His fingertips brushed over Jimin’s cheek and he shot him a soft smile before his focus was on Yoongi completely. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you, hyung. How much I want everything with you— both of you.” Yoongi was so pink he was probably glowing at this point, but he didn’t care.
Hoseok’s hands cupped his face tenderly, his thumbs brushing over Yoongi’s cheeks before he was ducking forward and bringing their faces so close that the tips of their noses were touching. Yoongi’s breathing was heavy and uneven, and one of his hands was clenching tightly into the blanket over his lap, but Hoseok didn’t rush as he gently brought their lips together. It would have been embarrassing, the sound he let out as Hoseok’s tongue glided over his top lip, but Hoseok’s hands just tightened on Yoongi’s face as though he never wanted to let him go, and Jimin was clutching at his arm needily, clearly enjoying his front row seat, so Yoongi refused to be embarrassed.
As Hoseok pulled back, Yoongi’s eyes took a bit longer to open than they usually would, and when he was finally about to see Hoseok’s face again, he was met with that pretty, heart-shaped smile that he adored.
“Fuck,” Yoongi exhaled shakily.
“Yeah,” Hoseok made a sound similar to a giggle that broke the tension, before Jimin was shifting beside Yoongi.
“Can I…Can I have one too?” Jimin’s voice sounded quiet, as though he wasn’t sure if he was interrupting, and Yoongi couldn’t have that. He knew how much Jimin had been tripping over his feelings for Hoseok, longing for the same thing that Yoongi had been, and now that they knew that all of them shared feelings—there wasn’t any way he was going to let Jimin feel uncertain. He wrapped his arm tighter around Jimin’s waist, tugging him even closer so that he was practically straddling one of Yoongi’s thighs, and the blanket that had fallen around his waist really wasn’t hiding much at all anymore.
“Shit yeah,” Hoseok murmured, and he leaned forward to press another quick kiss to Yoongi’s mouth before he was moving in close to Jimin. Their kiss was a bit firmer than the one that Yoongi and Hoseok had shared, Jimin making a needy sound that Yoongi recognised as similar to his own, before Jimin was breaking the kiss and shoving his face into Yoongi’s neck. Hoseok had a fond smile on his face as he pulled back, one of his hands still stroking through Jimin’s pink hair as he exchanged looks with Yoongi. It felt nice, the way things felt comfortable and easy with them—the same way that they usually felt when they were all together, except now all of their feelings were finally out in the open and two of them were already naked.
“Ai, what are you getting all shy about?” Yoongi asked, his gruff tone endearing to both his lovers. “Since when do you get shy ?” He teased and Jimin grumbled into Yoongi’s shoulder, which just made Yoongi smile, turning his head to the side and kissing the top of Jimin’s hair. There was another mumble, which Yoongi and Hoseok still couldn’t make out, making Yoongi shuffled his shoulder a little, trying to get Jimin to speak clearly.
“I said ,” Jimin rolled his eyes as he looked between them before resolutely down at the blanket. “Shouldn’t Hoseokie get naked too?” Yoongi arched an eyebrow while Hoseok let out a bark of laughter.
“Yeah,” Hoseok answered, sliding off the bed and whipping off his shirt in record time. And it wasn’t as though Yoongi and Jimin had never seen Hoseok without his shirt on before, but the intent was so different now. He glanced back up as his fingers dipped under the waistband of his sweatpants, flicking between the two of them as though double-checking it was okay, and Jimin decided to answer by finally pushing the blanket properly off his lap and exposing that he was already hard again. Or maybe he’d stayed hard the whole time, Yoongi wouldn’t put it past him. “Shit,” Hoseok huffed out, his eyes drinking in Jimin’s naked body, looking as though his brain had temporarily gone offline. Yoongi smirked, because he understood the feeling.
“Come on ,” Jimin was pouting again, wiggling his ass around where he was kneeling, staring at Hoseok with big eyes. “Want you to get naked. Want you to fuck Yoongi-hyung.” And Yoongi was definitely half-hard as well, especially with the way Jimin was pouting so prettily and the promise of Hoseok finally fucking him was right there .
“Yeah. Yeah…” Hoseok mumbled as he stripped out of his pants, tossing them to the side, and Yoongi’s breathing hitched when he finally saw Hoseok’s cock, completely hard and pink as it curved up toward his stomach. “Shit, I’ve been hard since I heard the two of you…You have no idea how good you sounded together.” He almost stumbled onto the bed, landing awkwardly on Yoongi’s legs first, before they were shuffling themselves around.
“And we’ll sound even better with you,” Jimin replied as he leaned in, rubbing his nose against Hoseok’s cheek before he turned his head for a proper kiss, and Yoongi swallowed hard at seeing the pair of them directly in front of him, both naked, and kissing . Despite how much he had wanted , and how much Jimin had reassured him that it was clear that Hoseok wanted both of them back, it still didn’t seem like reality. Hoseok was the one that broke the kiss this time, Jimin leaning in closer to whisper in Hoseok’s ear, not even trying to keep his voice down as he glanced conspiratorially toward Yoongi. “He’d already all stretched, Seokie. He’s ready for you. Promise.”
“Fuck,” Hoseok’s voice almost came out in a growl, and then there were two sets of eyes fixed on Yoongi. “You’re sure, hyung? We don’t have to—”
“I’ve been waiting forever for this, I’m sure,” Yoongi grunted out, pushing the blanket away from his own lap so that he was finally completely exposed, just like the two of them were. Hoseok’s gaze was hungry as it swept over Yoongi, before his eyes very resolutely seemed to settle on his cock. He inhaled deep before he was moving forward, almost crawling up Yoongi’s body, continuing to reach up Yoongi’s body so that the eldest was forced to lay back on the pillow behind him. Yoongi felt himself become a bit shuddery at being underneath Hoseok, and the way that Jimin was staring at him from where he crouched beside them, but while it felt overwhelming, it still felt safe .
“Already all wet, hyung?” Hoseok asked with a tilt of his head, voice a little teasing—the way Jimin’s would sometimes get—and Yoongi took in a shaky breath.
“Y-yeah, Hobah. So fucking wet for you,” he mumbled and Jimin made a delighted noise, disappearing for a moment before Hoseok was crashing his lips against Yoongi’s. Yoongi whined as he was pushed down into the bed, Hoseok’s slim body blanketing over him and pressing him deeper into the mattress. Hoseok’s hips always moved so good, and they rolled easily against Yoongi’s, their cocks bumping together, and Yoongi shivered when he felt Hoseok’s hand brushing down over his arm before settling between their bodies, flat over Yoongi’s stomach.
Jimin reappeared, this time with the lube and condoms held in his hands, and he put it on the bed beside Hoseok before curling at Yoongi’s side, pressing kisses to Yoongi’s cheek and forehead. Hoseok fumbled with the bottle of lube, clearly distracted by Yoongi, but Jimin reached out to help, a wide smile on his face as he poured some onto Hoseok’s hand and stole another kiss, before he was tipping some lube onto his hand as well and wrapping it back around his cock.
“ Shit ,” Jimin exhaled at the pressure around his cock, the tension in his body still built up from the orgasm that he hadn’t got to experience when Hoseok had first appeared. Yoongi managed to get one arm out from where it was awkwardly stuck between him and Jimin, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to focus enough to jerk Jimin off, but he still wanted to touch him. Wanted to make sure he was close. Jimin leaned in and kissed him again, catching the corner of his mouth, and then they were both looking up at Hoseok, who was staring back at them.
“You two—you both look so good together,” Hoseok’s voice came out raspy, and Yoongi understood. After just seeing Jimin and Hoseok kiss in front of him, he already knew it was one of his favourite sights.
They didn’t spend much time talking, most of the sounds coming from the bedroom was the sound of lips sliding together and the squelching sound of lube.
Hoseok kneeled between Yoongi’s legs, his fingers trailing over Yoongi’s stomach and down his slim thighs before they were slipping down further, finally pressing into his already stretched hole. Yoongi whined at the feeling of someone elses fingers inside him, incredibly different from how Jimin’s smaller ones felt, and Jimin smothered his sounds with a kiss that made his head spin. Hoseok didn’t take long making sure he was stretched, but the anticipation had been building for so long now, and Yoongi couldn’t help the way he started rolling his hips down onto Hoseok’s fingers in desperation. When Hoseok finally pushed inside Yoongi, one hand braced on the pillow beside Yoongi’s head while the other gripped tightly at Jimin’s free hand, the one that wasn’t wrapped around his own cock.
“Aish— shit ,” Yoongi cried out, turning his head to bury it into Jimin’s hair, the feeling of finally being filled with Hoseok making tears spring to his eyes. And Hoseok, being Hoseok, was so sweet and patient, not moving until he saw that the glassiness in Yoongi’s eyes was the good kind. “ Please , Seok—”
“Fuck,” Hoseok’s growl was back, and Yoongi felt the shudder that ran through Jimin. He knew he wasn’t much better with the way he was staring up at Hoseok through half-lidded eyes before they were rolling back into his head as Hoseok started fucking into him properly.
Hoseok’s thrusts were precise and hard and Yoongi knew right from the start that he wasn’t going to take long to cum. And with the way that Hoseok was staring down at him intensely, and Jimin was whimpering in his ear, it was a miracle that he lasted as long as he did. It seemed as though Jimin was trying to make his orgasm wait until the pair in front of him were finished, but he kept twitching and whining, and Hoseok paused while he was buried deep inside Yoongi, shifting his hand from Jimin’s so that he could curl his fingers around his cock. That was all it took before Jimin came, trembling against Yoongi and thrusting up into Hoseok’s hand with aborted movements.
“You’re so pretty when you cum, Minnie,” Hoseok praised him in a strained voice. “Shit, how do you get even prettier?” And Yoongi knew Jimin would be preening beside him, looking ethereal even though his forehead was sweaty and his hair was a mess and his lips were swollen. He knew Jimin looked that way because he had turned his head to the side and was staring at him with a slightly dopey smile, waiting for his kiss. Jimin didn’t disappoint at all, leaning in to kiss Yoongi first, and then shakily pushing himself up to kiss Hoseok before he was slumping back down next to Yoongi.
“Make hyung cum now, Seokie?” Jimin mumbled, so close it felt as though he was trying to lay on top of Yoongi now, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care if the mess Jimin had made ended up smeared all over his chest, he was just glad to have him close, and he made sure Jimin knew that, squeezing his arm tighter around his waist. “Want to see you both cum…”
It didn’t take much. Yoongi came first, groaning and leaving streaks of translucent fluid on his stomach and chest, clenching tight around Hoseok as his eyes squeezed shut. Hoseok’s movements became quicker, gripping at Yoongi’s hip with one hand to hold him in place as he chased after his own orgasm. When he did come, his body froze over Yoongi’s, eyes fixed open and staring down at his hyung as though he still couldn’t believe this had happened.
“Shit,” he breathed.
“Shit,” Yoongi agreed with a slightly delirious laugh. He turned his head to the side, eyes blurry as they looked at Jimin. “It’s your turn next time.”
“Oh, I know,” Jimin purred, sounding as though he had recovered from his own orgasm. “I can’t wait.” Hoseok let out a laugh, leaning forward to kiss Yoongi first, before sharing a kiss with Jimin as well and slowly pulling out. It wasn’t nice to be empty, especially after he had been filled with the person he had been longing for for so long, but Jimin distracted him with kisses as Hoseok slipped away to tie off the condom.
Hoseok cleaned them all up, getting out of bed on unsteady legs and following Jimin’s tired instructions of where the wet wipes were and where to throw away their rubbish.
“C’mere, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice was a little slurred as he reached out a hand for Jimin. “Want you—want cuddles. C’mere.” Jimin grinned happily as he tucked himself against Yoongi’s side, the pair of them waiting as Hoseok threw away the wet wipes along with the condom into the wastebasket in the corner. When Hoseok turned and looked back at them, Yoongi didn’t hesitate a second before reaching out a limp arm in his direction too. “You too, Hobah. Want cuddles.”
“He’s always cuddly after he’s just cum,” he heard Jimin whisper above him, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care because he felt as Hoseok slipped into the bed behind him, spooning him and laying an arm across his waist while reaching out for Jimin as well.
He felt warm and sated and he was being cuddled by his two favourite boys. It was going to be a long conversation tomorrow when they all woke up, but he was prepared for it. If it meant going to sleep like this, Yoongi was ready to face any conversation.