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Hoseok is having a bad day to say the least. Nothing is going his way. First, he screws up during dance practice, and then he just can’t get the hook for a new song right. Then they ran out of his favourite snack at the store. And he is fairly sure he ripped his sweats. So all in all, Hoseok is having a shitty day.
All he wants is to just go home, take a shower, raid the fridge and then either go to sleep or watch a movie with the younger ones.
When he arrives home it’s oddly quiet, so he figures that the others are still practicing, out with friends or in the studio, so he can actually take a long and warm shower without having 6 other boys complaining about him using all of the hot water and taking too long in the bathroom.
After his 20 minute long shower, he finally feels like all his worries about his day have vanished down the drain and he shuffles in to the kitchen to grab some snacks. No one is here to argue about what to watch for once, so he is gonna watch something completely stupid and hopefully fall asleep on the couch.
He grabs a soda and some chips and heads in to the living room, puts his stuff on the table and turns on the TV. Perfect, now the only thing missing is Yoongi’s ridiculously soft blanket no one is allowed to borrow.
What greets him in Yoongi’s room is something he never thought he’d see in his life.
Right there on Yoongi’s bed, is Namjoon and Yoongi in maybe the most compromising position you could ever imagine. Yoongi is on his back on the bed, with Namjoon between his thighs. Possibly with Yoongi’s cock in his mouth or kissing up his thighs.
Hoseok freezes, shocked and turned on.
When Namjoon and Yoongi notices him standing there, they make eye contact and then look at Hoseok with the most sinister smirk he’s ever seen them make.
They get up from the bed and walks over to him. Namjoon stands behind him and Yoongi in front of him. Namjoon whispers, “doesn’t Hyung look pretty?”
Hoseok doesn’t really know how to react. He ends up breathing out a “yeah” they both manage to hear. They are so close. So naked. How is he ever going to survive this?
Namjoon starts kissing the back of Hoseok’s neck and he knows he is not going anywhere.
Yoongi starts sucking bruises on his collarbones and Hoseok swears he is in heaven, so he lets out a little moan. He’s never had two mouths on him at same time, and honestly, it feels amazing.
“Wanna see how pretty Yoongi can look with a cock in his mouth?” Namjoon whispers, making Yoongi whine and Hoseok let out a gasp, so Hoseok nods, speechless. Yoongi falls to his knees and gets Hoseok out of his sweats and goes to town. Namjoon goes back to kissing up his neck and whisper so much filth in his ear. He was well aware that his band member knew how to use his words, but he never thought he’d actually get to experience it like this first hand.
Hoseok doesn’t want to come from Yoongi sucking him off, he totally could, but he wants to either feel Namjoon’s cock, that’s rubbing against his ass, in him, or he wants to feel Yoongi’s ass around his own cock. He says so and they walk over to the bed, taking off the rest of Hoseok’s clothing.
“What do you want Hoseokie?” Yoongi asks. “Namjoons cock feels amazing. He’s so big. Or do you want mine? Or do you maybe wanna do the fucking?” And again Hoseok is a lost for words.
“Do you actually want to do this Hoseok? We need you to say it before we go on.” Namjoon asks, always one for consent. Hoseok just looks them both in the eyes, first Yoongi and then Namjoon, and breathes out, “yeah, I want this.”
And then the fun begins.
Yoongi moves behind Hoseok and now it’s his turn to cover his neck in bruises. “They look so pretty on your neck, ‘Seokie,” Yoongi whispers. Namjoon claims Hoseok’s mouth in a filthy kiss that’s mostly tongue and teeth, but so so good.
“What do you want, baby? Want to fuck or be fucked?” Yoongi whispers.
“Both” Hoseok whispers back.
Namjoon and Yoongi share a look over Hoseok’s shoulder.
“Alright, who do you wanna fuck, Sweetheart?” Namjoon asks while grabbing the lube from the side table.
“I wanna fuck Hyung. Him saying that you’re big makes me wanna feel you myself,” Hoseok answers. Namjoon groans. Yoongi whimpers.
“You wanna get him ready or should I get you both ready?” Namjoon asks.
The image of Namjoon fingering both of them at the same time makes both Hoseok and Yoongi whimper. Namjoon takes that as his answer and Yoongi and Hoseok both flip over to their hands and knees.
Namjoon pours lube into his hands and as soon as his fingers makes contact with their holes they whimper in unison. “You both sound so pretty for me,” Namjoon groans. “Being good for your dongsaeng.”
He adds another finger and now Yoongi and Hoseok are making out, to have Hoseok forget about the foreign feeling, but also because Yoongi likes kissing and Hoseok’s mouth is sinful. Yoongi has always wanted to know how it felt.
Namjoon hits Yoongi’s prostate first. They’ve done this enough times for Namjoon to know Yoongi’s body pretty well by now. When he adds the third finger he finds Hoseok’s sweet spot and he makes the prettiest sound they have ever heard from him.
When Namjoon thinks they are stretched enough and both have reduced to just saying “please”, he removes his fingers. They both let out a whimper.
“On your back Hyung,” Namjoon says and Hoseok have never seen his Hyung move so fast in all of the time they’ve known each other. It gives him high expectations for Namjoons cock. Namjoon hands Hoseok a condom and he hisses as rolls it on, it’s sensitive, having been neglected for so long. He covers it in lube and lines himself up to Yoongi’s hole.
“You ready, Hyung?” Hoseok says, the last part said with a tilt of his head, almost mocking, making Yoongi shudder.
“Sounds like there might be a dom hidden in you, ‘Seokie.” Yoongi says with a smirk.
“Might even rival me,” Namjoon adds.
They are both smirking so Hoseok starts pushing in, wiping the smirk off Yoongi’s face.
“Fuck Hoseok,” is all Yoongi can say.
“How does it feel, Hyung?” Namjoon asks.
“So.. fucking... good,” Yoongi answers breathlessly. Hoseok releases the breath he was holding when he bottoms out.
“How can you be so tight, Hyung? I bet Namjoon have fucked you so many times, you can’t even remember how many.”
“Shut up and move, Hoseok,” Yoongi snarks back, which makes Hoseok smirk. He pulls out a little and slams back in, forcing a long drawn out moan from Yoongi.
“Fuck Hoseok” is the only warning Hoseok gets, before he feels Namjoon’s cock prodding his entrance, sliding in slowly.
The feeling of being filled makes Hoseok pause his thrusts. Yoongi whimper at the loss of friction. Hoseok leans down to connect his mouth to Yoongi’s to make him forget about the pain of being filled with Namjoons cock for a moment. It helps, but he discovers he kinda likes the pain from being stretched, even if the feeling is a little alien to him. After a while, he gets used to the feeling of being filled to the brim, and he slowly starts moving his hips, making both Yoongi and Namjoon moan at the friction it creates for the both of them. He keeps teasing his hips back and forwards, causing sweet friction for all three of them.
Hoseok is overwhelmed with emotions. Yoongi, his Hyung, looking so small under him while he, himself feels small because of Namjoon’s broad shoulders. It’s a new feeling, and he likes feeling both small and big at the same time.
So much friction, both from behind and in front. It’s a lot, but not enough, so he reaches down and grabs one of Namjoons big hands and moves is to the back of his head, taking a fist full of hair.
“Oh, you like to have your hair pulled, ‘Seokie?” Namjoon asks, and grasps more firmly and pulls, so Hoseok is forced to tip his head backwards and a little to the side. Namjoon goes back to sucking on old bruises and creating new ones.
“I’m feeling left out here,” Yoongi whines, making Namjoon chuckle.
“Poor Hyung is not getting enough attention, Seokie. Wanna see what really gets him off?” Namjoon growls into Hoseok ear, but loud enough for Yoongi to hear as well. Yoongi knows what this is about and his eyes gets big. Namjoon removes his hand from Hoseok’s hair and moves it to his neck. “Place your hand right here and press a little. He’ll love it, trust me.”
Hoseok smirks. “Oh, you like being choked Hyung?” Hoseok says. Yoongi nods in response.
“Remember what to do when you want to stop, Hyung?” Namjoon asks, all serious.
“Tap the wrist three times” Yoongi says in a breath.
“Good boy,” Hoseok answers and lowers himself a little to get in a better and more comfortable position to wrap his hand around Yoongi’s throat like Namjoon demonstrated.
Hoseok presses in a little and holds it while counting to ten and then releases his grip. As soon as he lets go, Namjoon starts thrusting in earnest and it makes Hoseok buck forward into Yoongi, making him let out the filthiest moan. They still for a second and then Namjoon starts to really fuck into Hoseok. The force of Namjoons thrusts makes Hoseok fall forward, and with one hand holding himself up over Yoongi, and with the other back on his neck. He chokes Yoongi a little again and this time he feels Yoongi’s cock give a little twitch.
“Oh, you really like this, don’t you, Hyung?” The ‘Hyung’ still sounds sarcastic and degrading.
“I do.. I do.. please,” Yoongi breaths out.
“Hyung likes being used, don’t you, Hyung?” Namjoon grunts out, making Yoongi whimper.
“Loves having his tight hole fucked. Or his throat stuffed with a cock.”
“Oh, you’re such a cockslut, Yoongi,” Hoseok hisses.
“He is so desperate to be filled at all times,” Namjoon pipes in.
“Then why is he so tight?” Hoseok groans.
“I ask myself that same thing every time,” Namjoon breaths. The overwhelming pleasure Hoseok feels is making his head a little hazy.
“Please, I’m so close,” Yoongi manages to get out.
“Yeah, Hyung? You close? Wanna come?” Hoseok whispers. He shifts a little and Yoongi moans loudly again.
“Looks like you found his spot,” Namjoon grunts.
“And when will you hit mine?” Hoseok spits, he is close but he still needs just a little bit more to actually come.
“Oh I will, don’t you worry about that,” Namjoon says. He is sounding out of breath, probably close too.
“Want to come first, Yoongi?” Hoseok asks and Yoongi nods furiously and lets out a small plea. Hoseok fists his cock and starts stroking it in the same rhythm as his moving his hips. It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to come. When he does, it’s to a long drawn out moan of Hoseok’s name and so powerful that some of it lands on Yoongi’s chin and neck.
Hoseok and Namjoon still for a moment until Namjoon picks up his speed, and Hoseok loses balance and falls down on top of Yoongi, not caring that he is getting Yoongi’s cum all over his body. Yoongi is a little dazed, but still have enough wits about him to grab a handful of Hoseok’s hair and pull.
The combination of Namjoon pounding into him, the friction still on his cock and Yoongi pulling his hair is all too much and he comes with a cry into Yoongi’s shoulder.
It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to come as well. He slowly pulls out and so does Hoseok and they all manoeuvre around so Namjoon can wipe them down. They put on underwear and try to fit into the bed, Namjoon with a boy on each arm.
“That might have been the best sex I’ve ever had,” Namjoon says out into the air.
“Yeah, I didn’t know you had a dom in you, Hoseok,” Yoongi says into Namjoons side.
“Oh, there’s a lot of stuff you don’t know about me, Hyung. I also didn’t know you’d be such a cockslut.” Hoseok smiles.
“We need to do this again. I wanna try and take the both of you,” Yoongi says, making both Namjoon and Hoseok groan.
“I’m all for it, just a day when we don’t have schedules the next day. I don’t think you’ll be able to walk properly following that.”
”You up for it, ‘Seokie?” Yoongi looks up and into Hoseok’s eyes.
“I’m up for a lot,” Hoseok smiles.
“Ssshhhhhh, no more talking, sleep,” Namjoon mumbles. Yoongi and Hoseok gives Namjoon a kiss on each cheek and then settles down fo get some rest.
The next morning when they all wander into the kitchen, they are met with four pairs of knowing smirks.
“Someone had fun last night,” Seokjin smirks, sipping his morning coffee. “Next time, make sure you’re alone in the dorm, and not waking us all up.”
“No promises,” Yoongi says and pours himself a cup of coffee, wandering in to his room to get dressed for the day.
“Did you at least have fun, Hyung?” Jimin asks nudging Hoseok’s elbow.
“What did it sound like?” Hoseok smirks and goes to take a shower.
“Namjoon hyung, is this why you asked me to sleep in Jimin’s room last night?” Taehyun asks.
“Partly, I didn’t expect Hoseok to join us to be honest,” Namjoon sighs. “But it was fun. And don’t worry Jin hyung, we’ll make sure you’re all out next time.”