a/n:（/｡＼) this is jo hiding because idk alright gdi T^T prompted by person who wishes to remain anonymous. you know who you are. /cries what is this.

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everyone had gone back down to their family homes for the weekend, leaving the entire apartment at yoongi’s and jimin’s disposal to do as they pleased, whenever they pleased, wherever they pleased.

no holds barred.

which makes it a little more than surprising when they hear the sound of the alarm being disabled from the outside, door swinging open to present a thoroughly startled hoseok, mouth hanging slightly open as he stares unblinkingly at the sight of yoongi lying in between jimin’s spread thighs, three knuckles deep inside the younger’s ass.

right. not awkward at all.

hoseok’s eyes are wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, body still perched halfway out the door like he’s going to bolt for it at any moment.

the quiet is almost tangible, hanging so thick in the air it’s suffocating.

yoongi glances down at jimin whose eyes are already at half mast, and he seems to come to some kind of conclusion on his own that no one else is aware of.

“don’t just stand there. come in or get out,” yoongi finally grunts impatiently, breaking the moment of uncomfortable silence, and jimin chokes on his own spit. “either way, just close the door.”

“um, what?” hoseok startles, and jimin is just as surprised.

“hyung?!”

yoongi strengthens his resolve with a heavy breath through his nose, sliding his fingers out of jimin who whimpers at the loss, and pushes himself onto his feet, his eyes still trained on hoseok.

yoongi holds hoseok’s eyes with a steady gaze as he makes his way over with sure footsteps, pushing the door shut when he reaches as he leans in close to hover over hoseok’s lips.

hoseok can feel yoongi’s breath washing over his face, warm and even.

“i said,” yoongi asks slowly, lips ghosting. “in, or out?”

hoseok can’t stop staring, compelled and startled by his own growing arousal at the sight of yoongi standing before him in all his naked glory.

“i uh,” hoseok coughs, voice quivering from the anticipation. “um, yes?”

and that’s the only confirmation yoongi needs before his hand is curling around the nape of hoseok’s neck, hauling him in for a bruising kiss with open mouths panting hot and heavy, tongues darting in and out as clumsy fingers work at removing some of the layers of hoseok’s clothing.

and jimin watches all this with interest as yoongi helps hoseok pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it off to the side, lips detaching for only a brief moment before latching back onto each other. it’s undeniably arousing and so damn sexual, observing yoongi and hoseok making out like this. and it’s turning jimin on even more.

a moan sounds loud and heavy into the room, and jimin isn’t even the least bit ashamed as the elders turn their gazes onto him, a smile creeping onto yoongi’s lips as he discovers jimin’s hand working himself in steady pumps, the younger’s jaw slack and eyes still trained on them.

yoongi manages to tear his eyes away from that tantalizing view and turns back to hoseok, hands cradling his cheeks as hoseok’s fingers slide around his waist.

“how would you like to fuck him?” yoongi mouths against hoseok’s lips, putting on a show for jimin as he rolls up into hoseok’s hips, eliciting a low moan that shoots heat straight down towards his groin. “he’s a pretty damn sight to watch, getting all wrecked and ruined as you fuck him senseless.”

all hoseok can do is slowly nod, lips dragging over lips as yoongi continues to grind against him. the over-stimulation of too many surprises hitting him all at once is driving hoseok crazy.

taking hoseok by the hand, yoongi guides him over to the couch where jimin is still sprawled out with legs spread wide. he leans down to press a small kiss into the soft flesh of jimin’s inner thigh before pressing hoseok down between them.

“i already have him stretched out for you,” yoongi smiles, grabbing the bottle of lube tossed on the floor and settling on the couch behind hoseok. pressing his chest flush against his back, yoongi uncaps the tube and squirts a generous amount into his palm.

“hyung,” jimin whines, panting as yoongi reaches around to stroke hoseok’s cock, hoseok rocking into yoongi’s hand and subsequently grazing jimin’s ass with his balls.

“patience,” yoongi shushes, burying his forehead into the crook of hoseok’s neck as he works him hard.

“okay, fuck, that’s good enough,” hoseok breathes, and yoongi slides his hand along the entire length, applying a gentle squeeze at the head as he pulls off entirely.

“he’s all yours.”

hoseok isn’t entirely sure what to do, how fast he should go with jimin, how long he should wait for him to become accustomed to the penetration. but those questions are taken off his mind when the younger reaches out to hook an arm over hoseok’s neck, drawing him down to meld their lips together as jimin’s other hand wraps around the base of hoseok’s cock, jimin himself easing him in, having waited long enough and already dying to be filled.

jimin’s head falls back into the couch as hoseok is buried to the hilt, neck bared as he rocks up to meet with the elder’s slow, smooth thrusts.

hoseok is a little overwhelmed by the tight heat of jimin’s body surrounding him entirely, breaths stuttering in his chest as he repeatedly pushes in further and further until jimin is a moaning, writhing mess below him.

yoongi was right.

jimin is definitely a masterpiece to behold, dark hair haloed around his head with a few damp strands clinging to his glistening forehead, lashes fluttering against his cheeks and pretty pink lips parted with soft mewls slipping passed through them.

and it startles hoseok when something cold suddenly makes contact with his skin, jerking forward and penetrating jimin even deeper as yoongi’s hand slathers a thick layer of lube in between his thighs.

jimin’s mouth falls open in a long, heady moan, eyes screwed shut, as hoseok’s hips are stilled by yoongi’s gentle hands encasing them.

“i’m going to fuck your thighs,” yoongi states in a low voice that sparks something hot in the pit of hoseok’s stomach. a warm tongue darts out to lick around the shell of hoseok’s ear before yoongi presses into the small of hoseok’s back, making him fall flat onto his elbows on top of jimin’s body.

the couch is a bit too narrow to hold but they make it work as jimin spreads his legs even wider to accommodate, throwing one over the top and wrapping arms around hoseok’s shoulders to hold him in place as yoongi presses his thighs together. hoseok’s head drops onto jimin’s shoulder as yoongi squeezes his cock through his slicked thighs, the drag of yoongi’s heated flesh overwhelming against his hypersensitive skin.

hoseok can feel the head of yoongi’s cock slapping against his balls as he continues to thrust into his thighs, the strength and momentum of yoongi’s snapping hips adding on to hoseok’s own grinding into jimin’s ass in slow, rounded circles.

there’s just so much going on, too much stimulation crashing in from all sides, and hoseok is finding it extremely difficult to breathe.

everything is just so damn hot, his blood boiling underneath his skin.

not long after, hoseok hears jimin coming with a sharp cry, the friction of sweat slicked skin pressing down on jimin’s cock trapped between their bodies rubbing him into his orgasm.

and so follows a chain reaction as jimin’s hot muscles clench around hoseok from the intensity of his orgasm wracking through his body in waves, hoseok also unceremoniously pushed into completion with him, coming hot and heavy as his body tenses from the waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.

hoseok’s toes curl from the force of his climax blowing his mind into oblivion, fists clenched on either side of jimin’s head as his thighs tighten around yoongi’s cock still encased in between.

yoongi’s teeth clamp down onto hoseok’s shoulder as he shoots his load, strings of come spurting mostly onto the couch and some onto the curve of jimin’s ass.

hoseok’s arms finally give way as yoongi collapses on top of him, jimin wheezing from below in mild distress as the combined weight crushes down on his lungs.

“hyung i can’t breathe!” jimin rasps, limbs flailing but unable to move much as most of his body is trapped beneath over two hundred pounds of boys.

“mm,” yoongi smiles, eyes closed in contentment and cheek nuzzling into the back of hoseok’s sweaty shoulder. “that’s nice.”

“hyung, i think he’s serious,” hoseok laughs, too tired to actually do anything to help. “jimin’s face is turning blue.”

hoseok feels more sated and at peace than he’s ever felt before, so he’s finding it a little hard to focus on anything other than how nice the pressure of yoongi’s weight feels on top of him.

“that’s nice.”

“sorry jimin.”

“hyung!”