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Yoongi should've seen it coming.
He really, really should, the signs were all there, as clear as a day.
That morning Jimin woke him up with soft, needy kisses, and usually he knows better than to as much as touch Yoongi before his alarm goes off. Taehyung joined in, straddling Yoongi and rolling his hips slowly, and Yoongi had to bribe them with breakfast to leave him alone.
They kept trying to play footsie with him under the kitchen table and Yoongi had to send them his best “Piss off, I didn’t have my coffee yet” look to make them stop. He’s only a few years older than his boyfriends, but he doesn’t remember being that horny when he was in college.
The clearest sign, though, was Jimin bringing him his headphones, saying something about what a shame it would be if he couldn’t listen to music at work. Yoongi only shrugged and told him that Hoseok, who he shares an office with, was sick and staying at home for the rest of the week, so he could play his music as loud as he wants. Jimin and Taehyung exchanged quick glances at that, but Yoongi didn’t think much of it until hours later, when he gets a notification about a snap from Taehyung.
He’s used to his boyfriends sending him heaps of texts and photos when he’s at work, so he grabs his phone and opens the message without thinking.
For a few seconds all Yoongi can see are some blurry shapes he can't really make out, but then the camera shifts and focuses and…
Holy fuck .
The first thing Yoongi notices is his own bed. Just a second later the screen shifts again and Yoongi has to clasp his hand over his mouth to stop himself from fucking moaning , because there's Jimin, naked and panting. Taehyung is right behind him, his chest glistening with sweat with each heavy breath he takes. With his free hand he grabs Jimin’s throat, making him raise his head and look straight into the camera with hooded eyes.
“Say hello to our hyung,” Taehyung purrs into his ear, nuzzling it with his nose. Jimin’s eyes flutter close and he whimpers when Taehyung bites down on his earlobe.
“Fuck, hello, hyung…” Jimin's voice is absolutely wrecked and Taehyung smirks, grabbing his throat even tighter and winking at Yoongi over the screen.
The video ends and Yoongi doesn't know if he wants to scream or cry, so he settles on leaning back in his chair, his jeans feeling suddenly too tight. He silently thanks his luck for Hoseok’s absence and he keeps refreshing the app, his stomach twisting with anticipation. It's a good minute later when he sees a new snap from Taehyung. He whispers a quick prayer at the ceiling and opens it with trembling fingers.
Taehyung’s hand is still wrapped around Jimin’s throat and he sends a quick glance at the camera before leaning forwards, capturing Jimin’s lips with his own. Jimin purrs and tilts his head, deepening the kiss, licking into Taehyung’s mouth obscenely. He grabs Taehyung’s hair and pulls his head back, exposing his neck before moving his lips down, grazing his teeth against Taehyung’s jaw and sucking at the soft skin just under it. Taehyung takes a shaky breath in, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he tightens his grip, making Jimin gasp with pleasure.
The screen goes black way too soon for Yoongi’s liking and he shifts in his chair, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his stomach. The next video comes just minutes later and suddenly the air in Yoongi’s office feels way too hot and heavy.
This time, Taehyung is lying down, holding the camera over his chest, giving Yoongi a view of Jimin crawling between his spread out legs. Yoongi can see the bulge in Taehyung’s boxers and Jimin clearly sees it too, because he drops on his elbows and mouths at it, making Taehyung take a sharp breath in.
“You're gonna suck my dick, give hyung a nice show?” he asks in a low voice and Jimin hums in agreement, tugging down his boxers with his teeth. Yoongi doesn't have the time to look at Taehyung's cock, because Jimin fucking dives onto it with his mouth, his gaze fixed on the camera. The moan Taehyung lets out is purely animalistic, and just when Jimin starts bobbing his head up and down the video ends, making Yoongi groan in frustration.
He looks around, making sure the door to his office is locked, and quickly unzips his jeans, pushing them down with his boxers. He's already hard, and the cold air on his skin makes him hiss out with discomfort. He spits into his palm before wrapping it around his cock and tugging slowly, sending sparks of pleasure throughout his whole body.
There's a sound of a new snap coming in and he opens it so quickly he almost skips the video.
The angle is the same as in the last one and Yoongi's immediately mesmerized by the way Jimin's lips are wrapped around Taehyung's length. He keeps moving his head up and down, his cheeks hollowed out, but then suddenly Taehyung shifts and taps his chin, making Jimin pull off with an obscene pop. His lips are wet and swollen and he looks so fucking beautiful Yoongi wants to burn this image into his mind forever.
“I think you should show hyung just how talented at this you are,” Taehyung’s voice is husky and rough, and it sends shivers up Yoongi’s spine.
Jimin smirks, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he opens his mouth, relaxing his jaw, and holy hell , some part in the back of Yoongi’s brain is surprised he doesn’t come right there, right now. Taehyung grabs a handful of Jimin’s hair and pulls him down, raising his hips off the bed, thrusting into his mouth, and Jimin just fucking takes it, keeping eye contact with the camera.
Yoongi tightens his grip around his cock, starts stroking faster, but the video ends again, leaving him whimpering with frustration. He throws his head back, staring at the ceiling and stopping his movements. He contemplates looking up porn on his laptop, because he’s this close to start climbing up the walls soon, but then his phone beeps again and he chokes on his tongue, every thought disappearing from his mind.
This time Jimin’s on his back, Taehyung holding the phone over him, managing to capture both the look of pure pleasure on Jimin’s face and the way his own dick is rubbing against Jimin’s ass.
“T-Taehyung, please, oh fuck, please…” Jimin mewls, and Yoongi’s eyes almost roll into his head when he hears the desperation in his voice.
“Please what?” Taehyung asks, lightly dragging his nails against the skin of Jimin’s chest.
“Please, just… Just fuck me, oh god.”
“Mmm,” Taehyung hums, pushing the tip of his cock into Jimin and immediately pulling back, making Jimin whine loudly. “I think I should wait for permission from our hyung, don’t you think?”
“Hyung, please, please, please…” Jimin keeps moaning, too lost in the way Taehyung is making him feel to be able to build a full sentence.
The video ends abruptly and Yoongi scrambles to swipe left, typing “do it” with shaky hands. He sends the text and refreshes the app, his cock throbbing painfully with how turned on he is. He’s going to murder his boyfriends when he gets home, but right now all he wants is to see more and maybe send a strongly worded letter to the person responsible for making snapchat videos so damn short.
The next video comes two minutes later, showing Taehyung pounding into Jimin relentlessly, slowing down just to ask:
“Jiminie, don’t you think you should thank hyung for being so generous to you?”
“T-Thank you, hyung, fuck, come on, Tae…” Jimin whines, trashing on the bed in an attempt to make Taehyung move faster again. But Taehyung clearly has a different idea, because he leans over his chest and grabs his face with his free hand, making Jimin open his eyes.
“That doesn’t sound good enough for me.”
“Fuck, I… Thank you, hyung.”
“For what?” Taehyung asks breathlessly, snapping his hips forward, making Jimin let out a broken moan. “Use your words, be a good boy.”
“F-for… For letting Taehyung fuck me, I needed… I needed his cock in my ass, oh god…”
“Much better,” Yoongi can almost sense the smirk on Taehyung’s lips as he picks up the pace, making Jimin’s back arch off the bed.
The screen goes black again, but Yoongi doesn’t even care, he keeps jerking himself off to the memory of Jimin’s face scrunched up in pleasure, the way his hair was plastered to his sweaty forehead, the way Taehyung’s fingers dug into his hips. Every scene is still vivid in his mind and he’s close, so fucking close, it takes him a moment to register a new snap, this time from Jimin’s account. He has a hunch he knows what that sudden change means and he opens the video with his heart hammering in his mouth.
Taehyung is lying face down on the bed, keeping the phone steady with one hand and holding onto the sheets with the other one. His face is flushed, eyes half closed, and there are soft gasps spilling from his pretty lips. Jimin is hunched over him, grabbing his hips and murmuring into his ear, loud enough for Yoongi to hear.
“Do you think hyung liked that? Or would he rather see me make you moan and beg for my dick, huh? Maybe I should spank you, see if you can be a good boy?”
“Stop t-teasing, you asshole…” Taehyung groans, brash even with Jimin thrusting into him.
“Your wish is my command,” Jimin smirks and pushes up Taehyung’s ass higher with one hand, shoving his face into the mattress with the other one. The sound Taehyung makes when Jimin buries himself into him just to pull out and slam into him again is so needy, so beautiful, that Yoongi can’t help but echo it with a moan of his own.
The video ends, and Yoongi curses loudly, desperate to come, but wanting to see his boyfriends come first. The heat pooled in his abdomen is almost painful, and the pace he set for himself is too slow, but he grits his teeth, waiting for that damn sound of a new video. Yoongi isn’t sure if it’s not because of how on edge he is, but he can swear it comes much later than the previous ones. When he opens it he instantly forgets all his complaints, because he’s greeted by the sight of his boyfriends’ cocks, Taehyung’s long, slender fingers pumping both of them furiously. He quickly mirrors the motions, stroking himself faster and harder, and watches as Jimin comes all over Taehyung’s hand with a loud howl, Taehyung following him soon after, a broken sob falling from his lips.
Yoongi closes his eyes and bites down on his lip hard, the images of Jimin and Taehyung behind his eyelids sending him over the edge. He comes all over his fist and his stomach and slumps down in his chair, trying to catch his breath. When his heart rate returns to normal he reaches out to grabs a tissue, cleaning himself up. His phone beeps again and he opens the snap.
Jimin and Taehyung are cuddling on the bed, their limbs a tangled mess, lazy smiles on their lips. They look so fucked out, so tired, Yoongi’s heart almost swells in his chest, but then he reads the text accompanying the photo.
Hope we didn’t get you in trouble, hyung <3
Yoongi quickly picks up his phone and takes a selfie, hoping the look on his face is as unimpressed as it can be, but he’s sure the blush he can feel on his cheeks betrays him.
Just wait until i’m home, you brats
The answer comes just seconds later.
We’ll be waiting for you with round two