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“Did you see?” Hoseok asked as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed in their shared room, “Jin wore a grey tank top to the studio today.”
Namjoon let out a dreamy sigh as he put away the last of the folded clothes into the wardrobe, “He has the most amazing shoulders.”
A blush bloomed on his cheeks as the thought of him putting his legs over Jin’s shoulder, of Jin kissing down his thighs, leaving marks in the wake of his abusing lips, at the thought of Jin inching closer, closer, closer to Namjoon’s dick but never touching him. The blush got deeper when Namjoon imagined Jin leaning up to whisper one word in Namjoon’s ear - “Beg.”
He felt hands over his thighs, a warmth near his chest that pulled him out of his reverie.
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Hoseok whispered, humming as he got closer to Namjoon, nosing his neck as he dragged his hands towards his waist, cupping his hips over his shirt.
“No-Nothing,” Namjoon stuttered, looking down at the clothes, “Move, ‘Seok. I have to finish folding these.”
“The laundry can wait,” Hoseok said, peppering kisses, light, soft, gentle lips brushing Namjoon’s neck, teasing his sweet spot, feeling the fight drain out of him as he crushed the freshly washed and ironed shirt in between his hands.
“‘Seok…” He sighed, the shirt falling to the bed, catching the edge before falling to the ground. Namjoon leaned into Hoseok’s touch, his own hands finding purchase against Hoseok’s chest, feeling the metal barbell of his nipple piercings through the cotton fabric shirt.
“I think my Namjoonie was thinking about Jin,” Hoseok whispered into his skin as he placed kisses down his neck, tongue laving over the purple and blue bruises, fresh from last night, blooming even deeper now, “I think he was thinking about Jin kissing him just like this. Touching him the way Yoongi hyung and I would.”
Hoseok slithered his hand up Namjoon’s shirt, slowly making his way to Namjoon’s purt, hard nipple. “I think my Namjooonie was thinking about Jin pulling on his nipples just like this.” He twisted and rolled his nipples in between his index finger and thumb, pulling, pinching, eliciting the most beautiful whines and groans out of Namjoon.
“Were you, Namjoonie?” Hoseok asked in a sickeningly sweet voice, coming out rough, feeling his dick chub up in his pants.
Namjoon just groaned, pushing his chest forward to Hoseok, needing more, more more.
Hoseok pulled away all together, kneeling on the bed in front of Namjoon. Before Namjoon could say another word, he was pulling his all too tight white shirt off of him, tossing it on the floor along with the clean laundry. He gripped Namjoon’s waist and pulled him forward, mouth immediately finding Namjoon’s left nipple, sucking on the bed, teeth grazing the flesh. Hoseok moved down his sculpted and toned torso, sliding to the back, over Namjoon’s grey sweatpants clad butt and squeezed the perky globes. He teased over Namjoon’s hole as he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“Hoseok-Hos-ah-oh-Plea-Plese-” His words were stuttered, coming out in between groans and sensitive moans, begging Hoseok to do something as he pulled on his hair.
Hoseok pulled away from Namjoon’s chest, both his hands coming up to squeeze his muscular pecs, long connective line of spit being broken by his tongue that darted out to lick at his lips. “Do you think Jin knows what you’ve been hiding underneath those loose fitted shirts of yours, Joonie? Do you think he knows how fucking beautiful your tits are? How sensitive and whiny you get from your nipples being played with?”
Hoseok slid one hand down his chest, to his stomach, all the way to Namjoon’s crotch and squeezed over the prominent outline of his bulge, “So hard, sweetheart.” He said as his hot breath fanned over Namjoon’s face, making him whimper, hips bucking up into Hoseok’s touch that he quickly withdrew, “Will you let me fuck your tits? Hmm? Will you push them together while I fuck them?”
Namjoon nodded quickly, all too eager to help Hoseok, no matter what it took.
Hoseok slithered off the bed and practically tore off his clothes as he licked his lips, eyes never leaving Namjoon who was squirming, whining, whimpering on the bed, chanting Hoseok’s name like a mantra.
Hoseok gripped the base of his leaking cock, all too aware that Namjoon still had his jeans on, was still half clothed. His dick twitched at the sight as he reached over to the bedside table, always full of bottles of lube, almost like a never ending supply.
“Hold those tits tight for me, baby,” Hoseok cooed as he lathered his dick in lube, jerking it off. He could barely contain his moan at seeing Namjoon so pliant, so ready for him to wreck him in any way that he wanted. He was practically salivating at the sight of him grabbing his muscled pecs and pushing them together, hips both bucking up and grinding down all at the same time, confused, needy, ready to be debauched however Hoseok wanted.
Hoseok climbed up his body, legs on either side of Namjoon, “Ready, sweetheart?”
“Ye-Yes,” Namjoon stuttered out in between a moan and a groan.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it Joonie,” Hoseok said as he began to thrust his dick in between Namjoon’s tits. Praises fell from his mouth as he fucked Namjoon’s chest, tighter than any hole he’s ever been in, feeling every inch of his skin, feeling the smooth plane and how easily his dick glide in between them.
He reached down with one hand and began to pluck and twist at Namjoon’s sensitive nipples, revelling in the moans and the groans that escaped his lips.
“Ho-Hoseokie,” He whined out, tears blooming in his eyes from the sensations. His own dick was begging to be touched, feeling the precum leak out of it, desperate, as it begged for attention in the confines of Namjoon’s grey sweatpants. He was sure that the front of it was already wet, the stain only growing more and more as Hoseok’s teasing ministrations continued.
“Fuck, Joonie,” Hoseok growled out, retracting his hand before slapping Namjoon’s pec, watching the pink skin redden up, watching how Namjoon responded bu bucking his hips, his hard dick grazing Hoseok’s ass as he did, wanting to chase that friction but being held down by Hoseok, “You’ll get your reward soon, pretty baby. Wait for me to finish. I’m almost there, baby. Al-ah- Almost there.”
Hoseok picked up speed as Namjoon only tightened his grip on his pecs, his hands nearly cramping from the strength he was using to make his tits as tight as possible for Hoseok.
“That’s my good boy,” Hoseok grunted out, knowing that Namjoon was a little praise slut who would go out of his way to make him and Yoongi feel as good as possible.
He grinned when he felt the brush of Namjoon’s clothed dick against his ass.
The familiar white heat was building in his gut and he faltered in his thrusts, grunting as he tried to maintain a rhythm.
“‘Seok,” Namjoon panted out, getting his attention before he dropped his jaw slack, sticking his tongue out, “Cum in my mouth. Wa-Wanna t-taste you. All of you. Pl-Please, ‘Seok.”
“Fucking hell, Namjoonie,” Hoseok groaned, throwing his head back, knowing that he was close, so, so close, “C-Cumming.”
Namjoon opened his mouth wider and closed his eyes as he felt Hoseok thrust once, twice and then a third time before hot spurts of long, white cum was staining his chest, his jaw, his chin, his mouth and cheeks.
Hoseok reached down and scooped whatever cum he could find on Namjoon’s face, tapping his lips and waiting for him to open his mouth. He could see Namjoon’s tongue dart out quickly to lap the cum off his lips.
“Open up for me, sweetheart,” He coaxed.
As obedient as ever, Namjoon opened his mouth and took Hoseok’s fingers in them, lapping and laving his tongue around it, moaning in appreciation at the slightly bitter cum that he couldn’t get enough of.
“That’s my good boy,” Hoseok praised, “You’ve been so good to me, haven’t you, darling?”
Namjoon nodded, humming against Hoseok’s fingers that was thrusting in and out of his mouth.
“Needy baby,” Hoseok said, his other hand slithering down Namjoon’s body. He cupped Namjoon’s crotch and gave his hard dick a squeeze, grinning when he felt him buck his hips up to gain more friction.
Namjoon moaned against Hoseok’s fingers, whining as he begged for attention, begged to be touched, begged to be rewarded for being the good boy that he is.
“I think you deserve a reward,” Hoseok said, pulling his fingers out of Namjoon’s mouth, wiping the saliva all over his already glistening, stained chest.
He reached down to Namjoon’s pants and pulled them off in one fell swoop, throwing it on the floor without a care.
Namjoon hissed at the cold air suddenly brushing his fully hard, angry, leaking dick.
“Pretty, pretty Joonie,” Hoseok complimented as he gripped Namjoon’s cock, jerking it off slow, thumbing at the slit as he watched Namjoon writhe and squirm under him, “If Jin hyung were here you know what he would say? He would say how sensitive you are. How beautiful you look while begging for our cocks, for our mouths...He would see what a pillow princess you are for us, wouldn’t he, Joonie?”
Namjoon could only nod, biting down on his lip as he imagined Jin towering over him while Hoseok stroked his cock, while Yoongi kissed at his neck and played with his nipples.
“Our little pillow prince,” Hoseok said again, licking his lips before taking in Namjoon’s entire length without warning.
Namjoon gripped the bedsheet harder in his hands as he bucked his hips up, gasping at the pleasure of Hoseok’s tongue laving over his dick, at his hands gripping Namjoon’s meaty, muscular thighs, at his tongue digging into the slit of Namjoon’s dick.
Hoseok bobbed his head up and down Namjoon’s dick, sucking and hollowing his cheeks as he took all of him in, moaning, the vibrations making Namjoon shake with pleasure on the bed.
Neither of them heard the front door open, neither did they hear the sound of a bag hitting the floor, nor did they hear the door to their room open either. They were too engulfed in their own pleasure, too taken up with each other, with hands roaming around bodies, with fingers gripping flesh, with nails digging into skin, with hands fisting hair, with clothes and bedsheets strewn all over the room.
“Well, well, well,” Yoongi said from the doorframe as he leaned against it, dick twitching in his pants at the sight of his two boyfriends - Hoseok on Namjoon’s dick with his ass in the air while Namjoon fists his hair, pushing him further and further down. “I come home and this is what I’m greeted with?”
Yoongi walked over to Hoseok and pushed Namjoon’s hand off his hair, replacing it with his own as he fisted it, pulling him off Namjoon’s dick completely, “Someone was being a slut.”
Hoseok gasped, chest heaving up and down as he leaned back against Yoongi, completely naked, his sweaty back sticking to Yoongi’s cotton shirt. “Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”
Yoongi growled, tightening his grip on Hoseok’s hair, “Don’t fucking test me.”
“You know what Jin hyung would do, Yoongi hyung?” Hoseok taunted as he licked his lips, “He would push me back down on Namjoon’s cock, would force me to take it all the way even if I’m gagging, and then he’d fuck me from the back. Hard and fast. Just the way I deserve.”
“Oh?” Yoongi said, dick fully hard against his denim jeans, resisting the urge to palm it, “Is that what got my babies all hot and bothered, hmm? Is that why you started without me? This is all because my two sluts aren’t satisfied with two cocks that they need some more.”
Yoongi leaned forward to whisper into Hoseok’s ear, his hot breath fanning over his jaw as he reached one hand forward to toy with the metal nipple piercings, “Let me show you what I would do if Jin hyung were here.”
And with that Yoongi grabbed Hoseok’s hair and bent him forward, making him swallow Namjoon’s thick, leaking dick.
Namjoon practically arched off the bed, bucking his hips, making Hoseok deepthroat him over and over again, feeling his throat constrict around his dick.
Yoongi popped open the button of his jeans, pulling him down just enough for his dick to slap against the cotton of his shirt, staining it with precum. But he couldn’t care less as he reached for the bottle of lube, drizzling it on his fingers.
“Is Hoseokie treating you good, Joonie?” Yoongi asked in a sweet voice as he circled Hoseok’s rim.
Namjoon could only nod frantically as he whimpered tears of pleasure leaking out from his eyes falling all the way to the sheets.
“That deserves a reward,” Yoongi husked out as he slowly eased one finger into Hoseok, more to tease him than anything else, already feeling how stretched out he was from last night.
He could feel Hoseok moaning on Namjoon’s dick and knew that Namjoon was close.
“Neither of you cums without permission,” Yoongi growled as a warning, “You know what happens when you don’t ask for permission, don’t you?”
Namjoon nodded, bucking his hips up into Hoseok’s mouth, one hand playing with his sensitive nipples while the other takes purchase on Hoseok’s brown hair, pulling it harshly as he keeps him in place while fucking himself into his mouth - in and out, and in and out, over and over again, feeling drool drip down all the way onto his thighs, off onto the sheets.
“What happens when you cum without permission, Joonie?” Yoongi asked, thrusting two fingers into Hoseok now, scissoring them as he teases him by barely brushing against Hoseok’s prostate, never fully stimulating it, revelling in the fact that Hoseok kept trying to fuck himself back on Yoongi’s fingers. Yoongi held his hip, “Don’t you fucking dare, Hobi. You don’t want hyung to spank you and leave you high and dry now, do you?”
Hoseok shook his head, tears leaking out of his eyes almost as much as the precum was leaking out of his already spent dick, begging to be touched but getting no such relief.
“Joonie, baby, I asked you a question,” Yoongi said, his husky, hoarse and rough voice changing into something sweeter, gentler, as he ignored Hoseok, already three fingers deep in him, “What happens when hyung decides to punish you for being a bad boy?”
“Sp-Sp-Sp,” Namjoon stuttered out in between moans, unable to complete the sentence.
“Answer me and I’ll give you permission to cum, Joonie,” Yoongi said, taking out his fingers from Hoseok’s ass all at once, reaching over for the lube on the bed.
“Spanks-Spanks!” Namjoon gasped out, arching his back off the bed as his eyes snapped open so close to his release but not exactly there yet.
“That’s my good boy,” Yoongi praised as he lubed his leaking cock up, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.
He reached over to Hoseok’s hair, right over Namjoon’s hand and pushed Hoseok down further on Namjoon’s dick, smirking as he said, “Such a pretty boy for hyung. Jin hyung would be so lucky to see you two, won’t he?”
Namjoon couldn’t contain his orgasm anymore, “Please-please-”
“Cum for hyung, baby. Give me something to tell Jin about tomorrow.”
A few more thrusts into Hoseok’s wet, hot mouth was all it took before Namjoon was shaking, cumming into his mouth, stilling as Yoongi held Hoseok in place, a mix of cum and spit leaking out of his mouth.
He leaned down to take Hoseok’s earring into his mouth, gently pulling him off Namjoon’s dick, “Swallow.”
Hoseok swallowed all of it, tongue darting out to lick the droplets that he missed from his mouth, panting, chest heaving up and down as he leaned back against Yoongi, whining.
“Did so well for me and Joonie, baby,” Yoongi complimented with a hum, fingers playing with the metal barbells on his nipple, dick teasing his rim, the head of his cock catching on Hoseok’s rim. “Don’t you think, Namjoonie? Didn’t Hoseok do such a job for us?”
Namjoon was still trying to catch his breath, spent, lying down against the sheets as he looked up at his two boyfriends, still hard as a rock, lust blooming in their eyes. Namjoon nodded, “So, so good. Hoseokie deserves a reward.”
“I think so too, baby,” Yoongi said, guiding his dick into Hoseok inch by inch before bottoming out completely.
He stilled for a few seconds, letting Hoseok get used to it.
“How do you want it?” He whispered into Hoseok’s ear.
“Hard.” Hoseok replied, “And fast.”
“I thought you would say that, slut,” Yoongi spat out, pulling his hair and forcing him to look at Namjoon. “Watch me take Hoseok apart.”
Neither of them could breathe to take that sentence in before Yoongi was pounding into Hoseok’s ass. He thrusted in and out, hitting Hoseok’s prostate in every thrust.
Yoongi pistoned his hips, fucking into Hoseok's tight, wet heat, hearing the lewd squelching sound of lube mixed with Hoseok's high pitched whines, moans and groans begging him to go faster, harder and deeper.
He kept praising him, kept whispering lewd words into his ear as he rocked forward while Hoseok pushed himself back, balls slapping the skin at every thrust of his hip, knowing that Namjoon was watching the both of them for his very own private show.
"Ple-Please. Rig-RIght there." Hoseok moaned, rocking himself back, fucking himself on Yoongi's cock, face buried in the sheets, tears leaking out of his eyes, a puddle of drool forming by the corner of his mouth at the stimulation, feeling the familiar white, tight heat building, reaching out and clutching Namjoon's thigh, sure that he would leave bruises the next day.
"You're going to cum untouched." Yoongi growled out, demanding, authoritative as sweat dripped down his neck, falling onto Hoseok's back, "Cum just from my cock. Scream baby, let everyone hear you. Show Namjoon how good I make you feel."
Yoongi moaned as Hoseok started fucking himself harder onto him, hitting his prostate with every thrust, one hand sliding into his hair, fisting it, pulling him up from the sheets, letting him grind down onto the edge of the mattress, the pain and pleasure blending into one, stimulating him in ways he never thought possible, as Yoongi pounded him from the back. He reached forward, pinching his nipple, pulling at the perked up bud before pulling at the barbell, twisting and pinching, swiping his thumb across it as if it was Hoseok's cock, alternating between gentle nips and hard pulls.
Hoseok hissed at the simulation, sputters and pleads falling from his lips as he begged to come, begged for Yoongi to go harder, deeper, faster, trying so badly to reach his orgasm, almost there, almost, almost, almost-
And then Yoongi whispered into his ear, "Jin would love fucking your ass as much I do." thrusting a few more times before Hoseok could fully let go with a string of loud, drawled out moans, tears spilling out of his eyes as he cums all over himself, staining the sheets and Namjoon's thighs and his own pale stomach and the base of his chin. He falls onto the bed, panting, letting Yoongi fuck into him, bordering on overstimulation, but he couldn't care less. He teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure, moaning. He could feel Namjoon's hand gently rake through his sweaty, matted hair, whispering how sexy, how hot and how good Hoseok was.
He clenched around Yoongi who was still fucking into him, tightening up on his cock. The pleasure combined with the moans and whines from both of them was all it took to drive him over the edge, cumming into Hoseok, feeling the clenching and unclenching of his ass, watching as his cum leaked out of his hole, letting out thick, long spurts of white into his tight, wet heat, dick twitching inside of him.
Yoongi fell forward onto Hoseok's bare back, panting, peppering kisses on whatever exposed, sweaty skin he could find in between breaths.
They were a pile of sweaty bodies and mixed up limbs too lazy to clean themselves up in exchange for longer cuddle time. Namjoon was in the middle of their puppy pile this time, wrapped up in Hoseok’s hands over his waist, Yoongi’s hand in his hair while the other was on top of Hoseok’s hand on his waist.
“The Jin thing really got you two going, huh?” Yoongi said with a grin.
Namjoon blushed a deep red and buried his face in Yoongi’s neck, feeling him chuckle as he rubbed soothing, soft circles on Namjoon’s waist.
“Come on baby, we have to talk about it,” Hoseok said gently.
Namjoon pulled his face away, “Would be nice…” He whispered into the balmy air of the room.
“What do you think, Hobi?” Yoongi asked.
“I really do like him,” Hoseok said, “I think it would be fun if we did decide to bring him into the bedroom.”
“Is this just a sex thing?” Yoongi asked them.
“What do you think, hyung?” Namjoon asked.
“I mean, I do like him as a friend definitely, and I definitely do feel some sexual tension especially lately when it’s just us in the studio, but he knows that I’m with you two,” Yoongi said, going off on a ramble, “I think that it would be fun if it was sex, but I also know that I wouldn’t say no if he wanted something more. I think I could definitely fall for him just like I have with you two.”
“I think I could too,” Hoseok said with a smile, “And I know that the sex would be hot. He’s big..I can tell.”
“What do you think, Joonie?” Yoongi asked, “You know we won’t go through with it if you don’t want to. And we definitely won’t hold it against you if you decide you just want sex, or if you don’t want anything more than to just imagine it and have it be a kink we use during scenes.”
Namjoon hummed as he thought it over, playing with both Hoseok’s fingers and Yoongi’s, “I think Jin hyung is really sexy and I definitely want the sex and I think I could see myself in a relationship with all of you; I would just need more time to talk to Jin hyung and figure out where we all stand.”
“Why don’t you two come to the studio more often,” Yoongi suggested, “Show Jin hyung that you’re interested in him too. I think he would definitely like that.”
“I can wear that new skirt I got yesterday!” Hoseok gasped in excitement, “Joonie we could definitely do that! You would look so good!”
“‘Morrow,” Namjoon said, eyes closing as he got sleepier and sleepier.
“Let’s sleep sweethearts,” Yoongi said, turning to the side table to turn the lights off.
If you asked Hoseok what his favourite hobby in the world was, you would probably expect an answer like sucking his boyfriends’ dicks or acting like a brat just so he could see that look on Yoongi’s face just before he was sprawled across his knee, getting spanked until he was a sobbing, whining mess of pre cum, drool and tears.
But no, Hoseok’s favourite hobby was none of those (no matter how amazing it made him feel, and how much he loved doing it). His one true passion and love was clothes - all types of clothes - coats, boots, dresses, lingerie, pants. You name it, he had it. His favourite article of clothing was skirts.
There was something about the way the fabric of the skirt and the way that it flowed over his honey skin that excited him. He knew wherever he walked, eyes would follow him. He knew how the skirt made him look - How a buff man with thick thighs and small waist looked in a small flowy skirt that rested mid thighs looked. The femininity on a masculine man thrilled him. He knew that he was pretty, and that he was hot all at the same time; and it thrilled him.
It was his strength - being able to turn heads wherever he went. And he knew exactly how to use it. It was why he was bending over Yoongi’s shoulder to look at the equipment he already knew everything about, feigning ignorance, wiggling his hips slightly as the fabric of his short skirt hiked up his thighs, showing his lacy white panties that were a little see through.
He knew Jin was watching, knew it from the way his breath hitched in his throat as Hoseok bent, pretending to inspect what was happening on the computer as Yoongi rearranged some vocals.
Yoongi knew exactly what he was doing, and he was glad that he was facing the computer, grinning too much to be able to actually keep a straight face. He looked at Hoseok for a second before winking and ‘accidentally’ dropping a pen. He continued to click mindlessly on the computer as he said, “‘Seok can you get that pen for me?”
“Of course hyung,” Hoseok said in a saccharine sweet voice, practically dripping with honey as he spread his legs a little, and bent down.
From the sharp inhale of breath coming from behind him, he knew that Jin had seen the jewelled buttplug in Hoseok’s ass. He knew that wearing such sheer underwear today was a good idea.
He could basically feel Jin looking at him the entire way from him bending down, to him kissing Yoongi’s cheek as he placed the pen on the table beside him, wrapping his arms around his neck not bothering to pull his skirt down from where it was conveniently hiked up all the way to the bottom of his ass.
Jin’s eyes were burning a hole into Hoseok’s back.
Hoseok couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He knew what a brat he was being; he also knew what a huge tease he was right in that moment. Victory felt all too good.
“I think it’s working,” Namjoon said offhandedly as Hoseok rummaged through his cupboards for another outfit to wear.
Now that they were going to Yoongi’s studio everyday, Hoseok made it a point to wear something fancy, or provocative, just to get Jin’s attention.
“What is, Joonie?” He asked, pulling out a short leather skirt and a white crop top, holding it to his body as he modelled it in front of the mirror.
He threw the skirt to the bed but put the shirt back, rummaging to find another shirt.
“You wearing pretty things everyday,” Namjoon said as he held the fabric of the leather skirt in between his fingers, thumb stroking the black fabric, “I wish I had the confidence you did to pull this off.”
Hoseok stopped and immediately turned around, “What?”
“What?” Namjoon repeated.
“Namjoon do you not know how utterly beautiful you are?” Hoseok said, serious now, needing Namjoon to see what he does.
Namjoon looked away from him, choosing to get off the edge of the mattress and walk to the closet instead, “I think the black would look good.”
“Joon-”
“Maybe pair it with some fishnet tights too, ‘Seok. That way you could go for the whole edgy thing! It would look really good,” Namjoon said, choosing to ignore him, “You’re really pretty! You could totally pull it off and have Jin hyung stare at you all day!”
“And you don’t think he’s looking at you?” Hoseok said, hand snaking around Namjoon’s waist, right above the waistband of his skirt.
Namjoon shook his head.
“Why not?”
Namjoon looked down, playing with the hem of his white skirt, thumbing at it as he looked behind Hoseok to the mirror, his sweater tucked into the waistband of his skirt making him look smaller than what he really was. He liked that feeling. He loved feeling small and taken care of. He loved knowing that even though he was physically bigger than both of his boyfriends, he was still babied, still protected and safe with them. He was so safe that he could walk around in skirts, in lingerie, in dresses even and still they wouldn’t look at him any different. They would encourage him, shower him in love, in compliments, make him feel like he could do anything and everything that he wanted!
But he only ever had that courage to do that here, in their safe haven, in a universe that they built within these four walls.
Confidence was one of the main reasons he fell for Hoseok. That admiration of him being so self confident, so self assured about how attractive that he knew he was, was something that drew Namjoon in.
“Baby?” Hoseok asked gently, “Tell me what’s going through your mind, hmm?”
Namjoon shook his head.
Hoseok gently pulled Namjoon towards him and turned him around to face the mirror. He leaned in and put his chin on Namjoon’s broad shoulder, hands on the waistband of his skirt right where the sweater was tucked in.
“My pretty, pretty Namjoonie,” Hoseok complimented in a soft voice, humming as he softly caressed his sides, his stomach, down to his thighs and back up again, “Look at the mirror, baby. Look at us. Look at me. Look at you.”
Namjoon looked away, unable to meet Hoseok’s gaze through the mirror, knowing that if he did, he would be looking at himself too; and that was something he didn’t think he could do. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t insecure about his body. He was quite comfortable in his skin. It was what he was wearing that made him shy, made him insecure.
All his life, he was told about masculinity, about what a man should look like, what they should behave like, what they should do, what they shouldn’t, what kind of jokes they should make, how they weren’t allowed to cry. All his life, these toxic teachings were pounded into his head, ingrained into his brain ever since he was a kid. It was only after he came out, and after he met Yoongi and Hoseok did he realise how all of these things that he had learnt was a lie.
Namjoon slowly, but surely started to read up more, started to realise that there was so much more to love than gender, so much more to gender than just binaries, so much more than just two types of anything! There was a spectrum to love, to gender, and there was so much unlearning, so much replacing what he thought was the ultimate, absolute truth in the world. And it was only made possible because of the people around him who were willing to listen, willing to be patient as he struggled with the back and forth of trying to get terms right, trying to remind himself that there was a process to unlearning that didn’t come overnight and that sometimes he was going to slip up.
He was lucky that he had people who loved him enough to watch over him, to keep him safe as he experimented, as he tried to broaden his mind and accept himself, as he realised that the things he were doing weren’t wrong, they just weren’t what he was used to, and that was okay.
One of them was wearing a skirt. Because Namjoon enjoyed it! He loved it! He loved the way the flowy fabric looked on his honeyed skin. He loved the way the short skirt made his legs look - his muscled thighs bulging out of the skirt, looking bigger, longer than ever because of the way the skirt fell so delicately around them, only accentuating how limber he was. He loved how it made him feel - soft, pretty, beautiful even. It was why he wore it around the house as much as he could.
At first, he started by only wearing it behind closed doors, making sure everything was locked, that no one could walk in and see. And by accident, one day, Yoongi walked in and saw him looking at himself in the mirror, smiling as he twirled around in the skirt. He spotted him through the mirror and immediately stopped. He covered himself up with a towel that was laying on the floor and bit his lip as he tried not to cry, scared that his boyfriends opinion of him would change. But all Yoongi did was walk up to him, cup his cheek and say, “You’re so, so beautiful, my pretty little Namjoonie.”
And the next day, there was a pile of skirts in every single colour that he could think of - ranging from long, flowy ones, to short and tight ones, to the ones in between.
It was then that his confidence only begun to grow, but it was a slow process, one that had days where Namjoon felt like he was on top of the world, wearing the skirt all day and only taking it off when he had to change into pyjamas, and other days where he couldn’t bear to open the drawer in his dresser that had the skirts neatly folded and tucked away.
Today was one of those days where he felt pretty, but not pretty enough to leave the bedroom.
Hoseok held him tightly, comfortingly as he gently nudged Namjoon’s chin to the direction of the mirror, “Look at yourself, baby.”
Namjoon barely lifted his chin to see his reflection.
He saw Hoseok’s hand wrapped around his midriff, swaying them gently from side to side like they were a boat on calm, still water.
“I’m going to show you what I see when I look at you,” Hoseok told him, whispering into his ear like it was their secret and their secret only. Like they were in a universe, safe from the outside world, built around them by their love, for their love. “I’m going to show you how much I love you, and all the reasons why I love you.”
Hoseok pulled Namjoon flush to his body, eliciting a gasp from him as he felt how hard Hoseok was from just holding him, from looking at him. Hoseok’s hand travelled down to the hem of his short, white skirt, thumbing at the fabric.
“Keep looking at yourself,” Hoseok told him, grinding his now fully hard dick into Namjoon’s ass, feeling it through the skimpy, thin fabric of his skirt and lacy underwear, “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror, honey. Don’t close them. Just keep looking.”
Namjoon struggled to keep his eyes on the mirror, wanting so badly to close them, to feel what Hoseok was doing instead of looking. He wanted to look at Hoseok, wanted to see him rather than himself.
Hoseok gently pulled his sweater from the waistband of his skirt, hand finding its way to Namjoon’s toned stomach, “When I look at you, I see so, so much beauty. I see someone whose smile is so warm that it gives the Sun a run for its money.”
Hoseok was pinching Namjoon’s sensitive nipples, making him throw his head back on Hoseok’s shoulder, canting his hips back to grind onto Hoseok’s hard on.
Hoseok pulled the sweater off Namjoon’s shoulder and peppered kisses all over his skin, “So beautiful.” He whispered onto his honeyed skin, sucking on his left shoulder blade, leaving a mark right next to the mark on his neck from a few days ago.
“Off! Off!” Namjoon demanded with a whine, tugging and pulling at his sweater, making Hoseok chuckle.
Hoseok pulled the sweater off and tossed it to the floor, holding Namjoon’s chin in his hand and forcing him to look at the mirror, “Tell me what you see.”
“Us.” He answered.
Hoseok hummed, “What else? Tell me what else you see?”
“Hobi-please-” Namjoon said, shutting his eyes.
“Because I see one of my gorgeous boyfriends,” Hoseok whispered into his neck, hand tweaking at the hard, purt bud that was his nipple, “I see someone so smart, so utterly beautiful and successful, so amazing that everytime I hear you talk, I fall in love with you all over again.”
Namjoon’s cheek were flushed a deep red as he gasped against Hoseok’s touch.
“Bend over. Hold yourself up against the mirror, sweetheart.” Hoseok instructed, removing his touch all at once, making Namjoon whine.
Namjoon stuck both his palms out on the mirror, spreading his legs, and watched as Hoseok dropped to the ground on his knees, winking at Namjoon through the mirror.
He licked his lips as he took in Namjoon’s perky ass, as he took in the way the short white skirt flowed down his ass stopping right in the middle of his honeyed thighs.
Hoseok couldn’t help but bring his hand back and smack at the clothed flesh, watching his ass jiggle even over the skirt.
“Look at the mirror, baby,” Hoseok said, voice gruff, laced with arousal, “Don’t take your eyes off us.”
Hoseok pulled up the back of his skirt and had to bite his tongue just to keep the loud, wanton groan from escaping his lips. He grabbed a handful of Namjoon’s ass and squeezed it, leaning in to kiss his ass. He pulled the back of the skirt up and tucked it into the lacy waistband of his panties.
“‘Seok, ‘Seok, ‘Seok,” Namjoon chanted like a mantra, bucking his hips back to get Hoseok to where he wanted him.
“Shh, darling,” Hoseok said, licking a stripe up Namjoon’s left ass cheek, while his hand stroked gentle circles into the right, nail digging into the lace of the flimsy panty. “Patience, gorgeous.I’ll get to you soon.”
At this point Hoseok was teasing the both of them, wanting nothing more than to dive straight in between his asscheeks and eat Namjoon out like it was his last meal. But this was way more fun.
“Please,” Namjoon all but begged, teary eyed, wet voice dripping with need.
“Please what sweetheart?” Hoseok asked, saccharine sweet voice as he kneaded Namjoon’s ass, pulling it apart and pushing them together, watching in the mirror as his dick leaked precum all over his pretty panties, sticking to the lace, bulging out as it begged to be touched, stroked, licked, played with.
Namjoon whined, not wanting to say the words out loud, hoping that Hoseok would take mercy on him.
“Eyes on us.” Hoseok reminded, bringing his hand back and spanking Namjoon’s ass, painting it a pretty pink that almost matched his embarrassed blush on his face.
Namjoon forced his eyes open and saw Hoseok grinning sadistically.
“Say it, baby,” Hoseok told him, “Say that you want me to eat your pretty, perky ass out.”
Namjoon swallowed harshly, simply canting his hips back into Hoseok’s hand.
“Say it.” He demanded, ordered him, practically forcing him into submission, wanting to see if he would defy his orders, “Say it or I leave you here to look at yourself, all hot, needy, knowing that you won’t be able to cum at all.”
“”Seok, please-puh-lease, please,” Namjoon begged.
“I’m giving you one last chance, Namjoonie,” Hoseok said, finger barely grazing his pretty pink rim over the lace fabric, knowing that the rough fabric made him shiver.
“P-P-Please ea-eat out my perky, p-p-pretty ass,” Namjoon begged, stuttering and stumbling over his words, so needy, so horny that he was losing all focus, keeping his eyes fixed on Hoseok through the mirror, “Need you. Need your-your tongue.”
“That’s my good baby,” Hoseok praised.
He licked his lips and dropped his eye down into a wink, looking at Namjoon through the mirror before pushing his panties to one side.
He placed a kiss on Namjoon’s puckered rim, holding the lace out of the way before swirling his tongue over his hole, once, twice and a third time. Namjoon’s hands were in fists, having nothing to hold onto except the now finger stained smooth surface of the mirror.
Hoseok pulled back for a split second, enough to lick his lips, eyes fully bloomed with lust, and dove back in, sucking on Namjoon’s hole, laving over it, moaning into his hairless pink rim.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Namjoon moaned, breathlessly, “Fuck, Hobi! Hobi! Please! Nee-Need it in me.”
Hoseok pulled back, circling his dry finger over Namjoon’s wet hole, teasing him, wanting to hear him compliment himself, needing it. His dick was rock hard, practically poking out of the fabric, neatly splayed over his knees, “What do you need, sweetheart? Say it for me.”
Namjoon whimpered, not wanting to say the words out loud, still too embarrassed, but his needs were getting to be too much for him. His dick was straining against the lace and he tried to buck his upwards to attempt to get friction, but also tried to cant his hips backwards to get any heat he could from Hoseok's hands. It was a confusing situation for him.
"Say it." Hoseok told him, having too much fun with this.
Namjoon shook his head, laying his forehead against his arms, eyes shut, trying not to look at the mirror knowing that it would only tempt him more.
"Come on sweetheart," Hoseok coaxed, his slightly wet finger barely touching his puckered rim, just gently circling around the wet pink hole as he teased Namjoon further, wanting him writhing under his touch, wanting him pliant, wanting him begging Hoseok more, more, more, "Don't you want me to eat you out?"
Namjoon whimpered.
"Don't you want to feel my wet tongue inside you opening you up?" Hoseok said, voice dropping low, dripping with arousal as he placed a kiss over his right ass cheek
"Don't you want my fingers so deep in you?" He kissed his left ass cheek.
"Don't you want to feel good?"
This time he opened Namjoon up, pulling his cheeks apart, placing one more kiss right at the puckered rim, moans vibrating against his hole, making him shake.
"Please, please, please," His voice was wet now, on the verge of tears as he gasped out, trying to catch his breath.
"Come on, baby," Hoseok said, kneading his ass, licking his lips as he did, watching him from the mirror on his knees, "Just a few words, and then I'm all yours. Just a few words and I will do whatever you want me to do."
Namjoon nodded, gasping for air, a choked back sob of need rising in his throat as he said, "Please 'Seok. Please ea-eat out my pre-pretty perky ass. Ple-Please put you-your tongue in m-m-me."
"That's my good boy," Hoseok said, "See now sweetheart, was that so hard?"
Hoseok didn't wait for a response before he dove in head first, tongue licking and sucking at Namjoon's rim, circling the puckered, pink rim before fucking into it, over and over again, relentless in his ministrations. He held Namjoon's ankles, shaking and shivering as he moaned against his skin.
Hoseok pulled away, "Eyes open, Joonie."
Namjoon whimpered.
Hoseok stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking them, wetting them as he laved his tongue all over his digits, slick with spit, just like the sides of his mouth.
"Open your eyes. Look at what I'm doing to you." Hoseok ordered, pulling Namjoon's hips back, eyes on him through the mirror as he commanded him. He pulled Namjoon's hips back, ass right against his face
Namjoon looked up at the mirror and immediately he saw Hoseok on his knees, cheeks flush red, sweat beading against his forehead, eyes dark, blooming with lust as he smirked, almost sinister, as if he were planning something.
"I'm going to fuck you with my tongue." He deadpanned, like this was an everyday thing for him to say, "And you're going to ride me, yeah?"
All Namjoon could do was nod, and wipe his cheeks with the back of his hand.
Hoseok stuck his tongue back into Namjoon, fucking it in and out. And then he stilled. Completely. Didn't move a muscle.
Namjoon was on the verge of begging again, was going to spill pleas and sobs until Hoseok continued eating him out. And then he remembered what Hoseok just said.
He looked at the mirror and watch Hoseok nod in consent and began rocking his hips. He moved them back and forth and in figure eights as he bounced on Hoseok's tongue, feeling him deep, feeling him against his walls. He heard slurping, heard the sound of sucking and wet, so, so wet filling up the room.
He couldn't take his eyes off of them in the mirror. Both of them looked so incredibly fucked out in the best way possible. There was a flush against both their faces. Namjoon had his mouth open, head thrown back as he let out the filthiest, drawled out long moans. He was dressed in nothing but the flimsiest piece of fabric that barely reached mid thigh, and if he looked hard enough, he could see the peak of white lace panties from where his skirt was tucked into.
Hoseok was sucking at his rim, spit slickened lips glossy against the light, hard on peeking through his skirt, so prominent. He was palming himself through the fabric.
Hoseok pulled back and gulped down air, eyes never leaving Namjoon's fluttering rim, clenching and unclenching at empty air, practically begging Hoseok to put his mouth back on it.
Namjoon watched Hoseok spit on his fingers, and thrust two into him whilst licking his lips. He screamed out in pleasure and rocked himself back onto Hoseok's fingers, fucking himself onto Hoseok's unmoving hand.
"That's it, sweetheart," Hoseok encouraged, palming himself harder now, practically jerking himself off through the skirt, wanting the pleasure to last, wanting to cum when Namjoon did.
Namjoon stuttered out a moan barely managing to voice out, "On-One more."
Hoseok pulled out his fingers until the tip before slamming in three, bottoming out and stilling for a second, enough to let Namjoon get used to the new feeling. Namjoon didn't bother waiting before slamming his hips back onto Hoseok's fingers, riding it out, making sure the stretch hurt.
"My needy, whiny, pain slut," Hoseok said with a grin, watching Namjoon, debauched, like his own personal porno. "What do you think Yoongi hyung would think if he walked in here with you like this, huh?"
Namjoon whimpered, unable to take his eyes off the mirror now, the sight of him dishevelled, needy, begging for more, more, more, harder, harder, harder, knowing that he was in control today, knowing that he controlled his pleasure and that Hoseok was letting him control it getting to be too much for him.
Hoseok dropped his voice lower now, eyes twinkling with mischief, "And if Jin hyung were with him?"
Namjoon stuttered in his thrusts, faltered, feeling the white heat building in his gut, "If he walked in here right now and saw you fucking yourself on my fingers, coming undone with my tongue in your ass and this skimpy, pretty skirt, what then, huh?"
Namjoon chased after his orgasm, so, so close to it, just there. His dick was soaked in precum, dripping all the way down his honey thighs, some of it smeared in between his spread out legs, some on the carpet as he fucked himself back more, and more, and more-
"You think he would join us, Joonie?" Hoseok said, bending down to lick a stripe up his legs, licking up precum off his thighs, placing kisses in its wake, "You think he would come here,m bend down behind you just like this and eat out your pretty asshole too?"
Namjoon nodded, tears falling down his cheeks as he imagined Jin on his knees for him, complimenting him, telling him how pretty he was, how incredibly he looked in that skirt, how much he wanted him; wanted them.
"Maybe Jin hyung would be right in front of you," Hoseok said, driving his fingers into Namjoon's ass, right on his prostate, knowing he found the spongy tissue from Namjoon's high whimper, from his babble of words that he was sure was begging, "Maybe he would pull down your panties and get right underneath that skirt as he sucked your pretty dick. He would deepthroat you so well, baby. You've seen that amazing long neck of his, yeah? Seen how much he likes to stuff his mouth with food, seen how much he could take."
Namjoon just nodded, nodded, nodded, the vivid imagery so clear in his head picturing the three of them ruining Namjoon, Picturing Yoongi at the back of him, right next to Hoseok, looking like Hoseok was - fucked out, hair matted on his forehead from sweat, dick leaking just like Hoseok's and his was, ordering both Hoseok and him around while Jin sucked him off.
"And just as you cum," Hoseok continued, "He'll tell you how pretty you look. He'll tell you what a good boy for him you were. He'd tell you-"
Hoseok didn't get to finish his sentence before Namjoon was bursting, hips stilling as he came all over himself, staining his pretty white panties, streaks of white cum dripping down his thighs, some of it all over the inside of his skirt.
Hoseok pulled out his fingers slowly, and turned Namjoon around, sucking on the tip of his cock, milking his orgasm, licking all over his panties as he tried to get as much cum as he could, licking stripes down Namjoon's thighs.
"Why is it that every single time I come home, I find you sluts doing something you're not supposed to?"
Namjoon gasped, turning around abruptly, whimpering when he saw the way Yoongi was leant against the door - His arms were crossed over his chest, one foot crossed over the other as he leaned against the wooden frame of the door with his jaw clenched and his tongue in his cheek.
"Hy-Hyung," Namjoon stuttered out, whimpering, knowing that when Yoongi looked like that, there was going to be some punishment, and it was never pretty (but it was incredibly pleasurable in the end).
"Playing around with each other when you know the rules?" Yoongi said in a low, authoritative voice, eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at the both of his subs.
"What? You jealous you weren't here?" Hoseok challenged with a knowing grin on his face, pushing his limits, "Jealous that it was me who made Namjoon cum and not you?"
Yoongi simply clicked his tongue and stalked over to the both of them, "I've been too lenient on you."
"Hyu-Hyung," Namjoon whimpered out, his soft cock spent against his wet lace panties.
He watched as Yoongi unbuckled his belt, "Get up."
Hoseok stood on his feet next to Namjoon, waiting, practically salivating at the sight of Yoongi getting angrier and angrier, knowing how delicious his punishment was going to be.
"What did you say just now?" Yoongi asked as he pulled his belt swiftly out of the loops of his pants, "You can make him cum? That I was jealous of you?"
Hoseok said nothing, simply smirking, knowing that he had pushed Yoongi's buttons.
Yoongi turned to Namjoon, belt in his hand, "What's my one rule, Joonie?"
"N-N-No playing wi-without hyung," Namjoon stuttered out, tears in his eyes.
"Why?"
"Da-Dangerous." He answered.
"I was too nice to you two the last time, wasn't I?" Yoongi clicked out, "And now here my little sluts are, taking advantage of Hyung being so nice."
Yoongi walked over to Namjoon, "Arms out, wrists together. That's it. Now clasp your fingers together."
Namjoon whined but followed orders perfectly.
"Colour?" Yoongi asked in a gentle voice, making sure Namjoon knew that it was okay, that all of this was just a scene.
He knew that when Namjoon was in his submissive headspace, that he was more vulnerable than Hoseok. They were both submissive, but Namjoon more so than Hoseok. They were very different in the way that their headspaces worked.
Namjoon was more sensitive and as such couldn't take too harsh of a punishment. He didn't like to be degraded too harshly, and adored praise! He would let out the sweetest whines, the most endearing moans when he was pleasured. And when he was giving pleasure, he would constantly look at whoever he was pleasuring with the biggest, widest doe brown eyes, glossed over with a film of tears waiting to be shed when he got praised, when his hair was raked through, when he was pushed down further onto cock being forced to deepthroat it all.
Hoseok on the other hand was the complete opposite of Namjoon. He was a brat and he knew he was a brat. He revelled in punishment, loved to be spanked until he couldn't sit down the next day. He would act out for the sole reason of pushing Yoongi's buttons. He was somewhat of a switch, being incredibly dominant towards Namjoon but submissive towards Yoongi.
They worked so symbiotically in their relationship that it was almost like fate the way they came together.
"Colour?" Yoongi asked again, thumb gently stroking Namjoon's cheek.
Namjoon thought it over for a couple of seconds and shyly said, "Y-Yellow."
"Should I take these off?" Yoongi asked, hands on his belt, ready to take them off.
Namjoon shook his head.
"Why are you yellow, darling?" Yoongi asked him softly.
"C-Can't cum aga-again," Namjoon said, frowning, scared that he had disappointed him. He bit his lip, looking away from both of them, tears welling in his eyes.
Yoongi nodded, gently cupping Namjoon's cheek, "I'm so proud of you for telling me, baby. You did so well. So good for hyung."
Namjoon sniffled, "Good?"
Yoongi nodded, "The best boy for hyung. It's very important that you establish your boundaries and know when you've had enough."
Namjoon sniffled again and leaned against Yoongi's palm, seeking comfort.
"Do you want to sit this punishment out, honey? We can always continue at a different time for you." Yoongi asked him.
Namjoon shook his head, trying to vocalise what he wanted, still deep in his subspace, "Wanna-Wanna be-Wanna see-"
Yoongi hummed, "You okay with the belt around your wrist?"
Namjoon nodded again.
"Okay sweetie. You can sit pretty right here for Hobi and hyung and watch." Yoongi told him placing a gentle kiss on Namjoon's forehead, letting him adjust his position on the bed as he moved over to Hoseok.
Hoseok grinned, almost mischievously, his eyes glinting, dark and sinister as he tongued at his cheek, cocky, as if everything was going to plan.
"Colour?" Yoongi asked, stripping his shirt off his body, his eyes raking down Hoseok's plump, reddened and swollen lips, to his tight shirt, right down to his short pleated skirt, outlining his hardened dick. Yoongi could see the pool of dampening precum against his skirt get darker and darker, and bigger and bigger.
"Green."
Yoongi walked towards Hoseok with a predatory glint in his eye, chasing his prey knowing that Namjoon was watching their every move, bound on the bed, knowing that Hoseok was getting off on defying Yoongi, on being a brat.
"What was it that you made Namjoon do?" Yoongi hummed as if he didn't know, walking behind Hoseok and gently kicking the sides of his legs, making him push them further apart.
He leaned into his ear, right over his clothed back and whispered hotly, breath fanning over his face, "Oh that's right. You made him lean against the mirror with his arms out.
He pulled at his hands harshly, revelling in the choked gasp that Hoseok let out and watched as he imitated Namjoon's pose from before, legs spread out, ass in the air all while staining the once pristine mirror with smudgy fingerprints that overlapped Namjoon's previous ones.
Yoongi ran his hands over Hoseok's skirt, kneading at the flesh of his ass, "You think you can pull stunts like this and not get punished?"
Hoseok smirked, catching Yoongi's eye in the mirror, "Maybe that's exactly what I wanted."
He growled, pulling Hoseok's skirt up, tucking the back of it in the waistband of his panties, just like he did to Namjoon. He pulled the front of it up, up, up until he stuffed it in his mouth.
"Here's what's going to happen," Yoongi said, running his hands over Hoseok's ass gently, like he was prepping him for what was about to come, "I'm going to spank you as many times as I fucking want and you're going to stay silent. If I hear one fucking peep out of you, even a moan, I'll fuck you so hard, but you won't be able to cum. I'll leave you standing here in front of the mirror, and let you see how fucking pathetic you are, how much it hurts to be blue balled and left unsatisfied. Who knows, Hobi...maybe I'll even fuck Namjoon in front of you and not let you cum after."
Hoseok whined against the skirt, drool dropping from the sides of his mouth.
"You're lucky we haven't started yet." Yoongi growled, digging his fingers into Hoseok's ass, watching the pale flesh turn pink right in front of his eyes, wanting nothing more than to bite, to lick, to suck bruises into his skin.
Not yet.
Not until he was done with him.
"Don't make a fucking sound." Yoongi reminded him, dragging his fingers against the silk of his panties, fingers gliding right off the fabric.
Hoseok nodded desperately, shaking his ass under Yoongi's hand, tempting him, almost teasing him.
Yoongi stroked at Hoseok's ass, eyes in the mirror, drinking him in, watching as Namjoon squirmed on the bed, almost whimpering at the lack of attention he was getting.
"Joonie, honey?" Yoongi called out in a saccharinely sweet voice, dripping with sugar as he held eye contact with him through the mirror, fingers still teasing at Hoseok's flesh.
"Y-Yes hyung?" Namjoon stuttered, eyes going wide as he looked at Yoongi, stilling on the bed, ready to obey.
"Normally I would ask our sweet Hoseokie here to count the number of spanks he was getting," Yoongi said, lightly swatting at his ass with the barest of touches, "But our little slut here is currently occupied with something else in his mouth. Would you mind counting how many spanks he gets?"
Namjoon nods vehemently.
"Words, honey," Yoongi reminded him gently.
"I can count, hyungie," Namjoon said confident, sitting up straighter as he looked at Hoseok's pale ass, looked at the fingers that danced around the flesh, looked at the way Yoongi was dragging this out knowing that the punishment would be so much sweeter when Hoseok was trembling under his fingers, begging to be taken apart piece by piece all while watching himself fall apart.
"Good boy, Joonie," Yoongi praised, toying with the hem of Hoseok's lace panties, tracing his finger over the embroidered flower near his pink hole.
"Ready?" He asked the both of them, looking at the mirror.
Namjoon nodded and Hoseok let out a muffled whine through the dampening fabric of his skirt, spit pooling at his bottom lip.
Yoongi pulled his hand back and smacked at the flesh, the sound bouncing off the walls of the room, making Hoseok jolt in place, the bunched up skirt muffling his gasp. Yoongi watched as his ass rippled under his touch, watched as the skin immediately pinked up, watched through the mirror as a drop of precum further dampened the almost ruined lacy panties that he was wearing.
Breathlessly, Namjoon counted, "One."
Yoongi ran his hand over the slight pink that dusted his ass, "You like that, don't you? You like being bad and teasing hyung. You like it when hyung punishes you. You like the spankings, don't you baby? Act like a fucking brat just so I would come home and put you in your place."
Yoongi waited for a response, he knew he wouldn't get. Knew that the skirt he used as a makeshift gag was stopping Hoseok from speaking, and yet, he waited anyway. And when he didn't get one, he brought his palm back and smacked Hoseok again, on the same spot, hearing his delicious whimper, mixed with a moan, all muffled by the fabric in his mouth.
"Two." Namjoon whispered out, shifting on the bed.
"I asked you a fucking question." Yoongi growled out, spanking his ass again, this time on the other ass cheek, kneading the pink flesh after.
"Th-Three." Namjoon counted from behind them.
Hoseok's muffled words could barely be understood through the fabric, his fingers clutched, fisted against the wall as he tried to find purchase, tried to grasp at anything that he could, legs already shaking as his breath got heavier.
"Poor little slut can't speak," Yoongi mocked in fake disdain, leaning over Hoseok's back, grinding his hard dick against the lacy cleft of his ass, letting his moans fan out over Hoseok's back, hot groan in his ear, "Is hyungie being mean to you?"
Hoseok choked back a mixture of a groan, and a sob as his eyes screwed shut, bucking his hips back, trying to gain friction, trying to tease Yoongi, head all muddled up with everything that he wanted to do, but ending up just drooling all over the fabric of his skirt, spit falling down to the carpet.
Yoongi didn't give any warning this time - He pulled away from Hoseok's back and smacked him three times in succession, each one getting harder and harder, his ass cheeks turning from pink to a dusky red.
Hoseok's breath got caught in his throat, a long drawled out groan making its way through his throat to the spit slickened fabric.
"Four. Five. Six." Namjoon counted out, dick hardening in his pants.
Yoongi noticed it through the mirror and immediately turned around, "What's your colour Joonie?"
"G-G-Green, hyung," Namjoon answered with a stuttered out whine, bucking his hips upwards, wanting to push his belt bound wrists down to his cock, but knowing that if he did, his punishment would be so much worse.
Yoongi hummed, a smirk playing at his lips as he said, "Keep counting honey."
Namjoon nodded obediently.
Yoongi leaned forward again only to wrap his hand around Hoseok's waist and gently stroke his cock through the rough lacy fabric.
"Colour?" He asked.
Hoseok tapped at the mirror once - he was okay to continue.
"Four more, sweetheart," Yoongi whispered into his ear, taking his earlobe into his mouth and sucking at the flesh, lightly grazing his teeth over it, before letting it out with a pop.
"I was going to make it twenty," Yoongi confessed, "But fuck seeing you in these panties, so fucking wrecked and pliant for me, so pretty in front of the mirror, I think I can only handle ten before I stick my cock in you and fuck the brattiness out of you. Hmm? What do you think about that?"
Hoseok could only whine, could only cant his hips back and grind against Yoongi's leaking dick, could only beg through actions.
"But a punishment wouldn't a punishment if I let you off easy now would it, baby?" Yoongi said, squeezing his dick, "So, I'm going to spank you, colour your ass a bright fucking red, and then I'm going to cum in you. I'm going to fucking nut all in your ass, and have our dear Namjoonie eat you out, just like you did to him...and then, if you're lucky, if I feel like you've behaved, like you deserve to cum, then I'll give you permission to cum."
Hoseok gasped, tears glossing his eyes, so deep in pleasure, so willing, so fucked out already that he didn't know if he could endure the punishment without cumming first.
"Joonie, sweetheart," Yoongi called out, his tone of voice changing almost immediately, from dark and gruff to sweet and gentle, "Baby, remind Hoseokie what would happen if he came before I gave him permission?"
"Ch-Chastity belt for a week. No cumming at all," Namjoon recited from memory.
"That's my good boy," Yoongi praised.
Yoongi pulled back from Hoseok, squeezing his dick one last time before he locked eyes with him in the mirror, "Four more."
Yoongi spanked him again, and again, his hand becoming increasingly, redder, burning slightly, but it was nothing compared to the red that started to bloom on Hoseok's ass.
"Seven, Eight." Namjoon counted, "Nine."
"Last one." Yoongi said as he soothed the reddened flesh with his palm.
"God, the things I want to do to you," Yoongi growled out, shaking his head, biting hard on his bottom lip, soothing the reddened flesh of Hoseok's ass, already picturing him writhing, moaning, crying and whimpering underneath him, making him fall apart, making him submit, making him pliant as he fucked him hard against the mirror.
He brought his hand back and spanked Hoseok one last time, the hardest hit that he ever delivered, watching as Hoseok jolted on the spot, drool covering his chin, leaking out from the sides of his mouth, from the fabric of the skirt that was soaked now, practically a different colour.
Yoongi pulled the fabric out of his mouth, and then pulled his skirt down all at once, letting Hoseok kick it to one side, hands sweaty against the mirror, chest heaving up and down as he gulped in boughts of air.
"Anything to say?" Yoongi asked as he popped open a bottle of lube, drizzling it on his fingers.
Hoseok shook his head wordlessly.
"You sure?" Yoongi asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"'Seok, say sorry," Namjoon whispered into the air.
Hoseok scoffed and turned away.
"Oh?" Yoongi said, smirking as he spread the lube around his fingers. He sighed dramatically, admiring the way Hoseok's ass was a bright, deep red, "It's almost like you don't want to cum today, 'Seok."
"If you want an apology, then make me give you one." Hoseok told him, defiance clear in his eyes, having more fun being a brat than he should.
"Looks like the spanks weren't enough," Yoongi said, fingers circling Hoseok's rim once, twice, getting it wet, making it glisten underneath the white lights of their bedroom.
Hoseok opened his mouth to say something, turning his head just a little bit. Before he could even let out a sound, Yoongi was plunging both fingers into him at once, bottoming out to the knuckle immediately.
Hoseok had the breath knocked out of him, jolting forward against the mirror, hand reaching out to catch himself as he let out a deep groan, trying to catch his breath.
Yoongi smirked, fingers still in Hoseok, letting him get used to the burning stretch, knowing that he liked it when it hurt a little, "Not so mouthy now are you?"
Hoseok could only moan a response, brain too foggy, too consumed in pleasure to form a snarky remark.
Yoongi thrusted his fingers in, hard and fast, curling them up, barely grazing his prostate, wanting to draw out the pleasure, wanting to tease him until Hoseok couldn't breathe anymore.
"Fucking slut thinks he can mouth me off," Yoongi growled, thrusts getting harder, faster, before pulling out completely.
"Hy-Hy-" Hoseok stuttered out, pushing his hips back, close to begging for Yoongi's fingers.
"Apologise." Was all Yoongi said, cock hard and leaking all over himself, standing up straight and angry.
Hoseok mumbled something under his breath, turning away from Yoongi, looking down so he wouldn't have to look at the mirror.
Yoongi reached over and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling back to make Hoseok look at all three of them through the mirror.
"See this cock, baby?" Yoongi said in a deep, low and dangerous voice. He grabbed his cock and sandwiched it between Hoseok's ass cheeks, grinding his hips slowly, teasing the both of them, watching as he writhed underneath him, gripping the wall instead of the mirror now, biting his bottom lip, "It's not going anywhere until you apologise. I can stay right here, jerk my myself off and cum all over your ass...."
Hoseok bucked his hips back, hand reaching over his waist, wanting to hold Yoongi, but all Yoongi did was grab both his hands and pull him up, flush against his chest, gripping his wrist so he couldn't touch him.
"Right after I cum, I'm going to have Joonie lick up every single bit of cum off of you, and then we'll leave you handcuffed with a cock ring right over that hard fucking cock of yours," He said, thrusting his hard, leaking dick in the cleft of his ass, the head catching on Hoseok's wet rim.
"Want that?" Yoongi asked.
Hoseok shook his head vehemently, gasping for air, so foggy with the amount of pleasure he was receiving. His dick was leaking all over his thighs,, mixed with the sheen of sweat, glistening under the lights.
"Then apologise." Yoongi said and let him go.
Hoseok caught himself on the mirror, nearly slipping but managing to hold himself up in the same position as before.
"I-I-" He stuttered, looking at Yoongi who was lightly fisting his cock, tongue in his cheek as he glared at Hoseok, cocking his eyebrow, waiting patiently as he thumbed at the pearling white beads of precum leaking out of his dick. Hoseok sighed in defeat and finally said, "Sorry."
Yoongi smirked, a light scoff escaping his lips, "Pathetic little slut."
He lubed up his cock even further, just to tease Hoseok who was watching intently, licking his lips when he saw Yoongi line the head of his cock up to his rim. He was practically shaking with need, legs unstable, needing Yoongi's cock so badly, needing to feel it so deep within him, needing to feel the warmth of his cum after Yoongi used him however he wanted.
Yoongi didn't give him any warning before he bottomed out. He simply grabbed his hips and pushed his cock all the way into Hoseok, hissing at how tight he was, groaning at how his ass hugged his cock, so tightly, like it was made for his cock and no one else's.
"Fuuuck-" Hoseok groaned, breathing out harshly through his nose, hand enveloping Yoongi's on his hip, squeezing it tightly.
Namjoon whined behind them, squirming on the bed, hands still bound by the leather belt.
Yoongi looked at him through the mirror, maintaining eye contact, almost daring Namjoon to defy him, to try and touch himself, to do anything other than sit on the edge of the bed like the good boy that he was.
"He looks good, doesn't he, Joonie?" Yoongi said, slowly gyrating his hips, grinding his cock deeper into Hoseok, just a little, barely touching his prostate, knowing Hoseok's body well enough to know where it was and how much stimulation he needed before he was bursting.
Namjoon nodded vehemently, shifting his weight on the bed, almost bucking his hips up and chasing empty friction.
"Hy-Hyung-Hyung-" Hoseok chanted, desperately needing Yoongi to move, to fuck the shit out of him until he could barely breathe.
Yoongi spanked Hoseok one more time, harshly, "Don't be fucking rude. I'm having a conversation, you impatient fucking slut."
Yoongi turned his attention back to Namjoon, using Hoseok as a cocksleeve, ignoring him completely, "Now where were we, Joonie? Ah yes, I was asking if you thought our little slut here looked good. But I'm starting to rethink if he deserves this cock at all."
Hoseok whined and shook his head, wanting to fuck himself back onto Yoongi's cock, but knowing that if he did, he wouldn't be allowed to cum, and as much as he wanted to protest, his cock was begging for release, his needs becoming too much.
"Joonie, what do you think?" Yoongi asked, sliding his hand up Hoseok's back to fist into the hairs on the nape of his neck, yanking on it, making him look at Namjoon through the mirror, "Has he been good? Does the slut deserve to get fucked?"
"Joo-" Hoseok started to sob, wanting to beg but Yoongi stopped him.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" He growled out, pulling at his hair in punishment.
Hoseok shook his head.
"Then why the fuck are you talking?!" Yoongi said, "Cocksleeves shouldn't be talking now should they?"
Hoseok could only whine, struggling to hold himself up right, relying on Yoongi at this point, wishing he had something else to hold onto other than the foggy, finger stained glass of the mirror.
"What do you think, baby?" Yoongi asked Namjoon, "Does he deserve Hyung's cock?"
Namjoon whined, squirmed down on the sheets, like he was rutting into it.
"Colour?" Yoongi asked.
"Green, green, green," Namjoon whined, bouncing on the sheets like it was Yoongi's cock.
"Don't you dare, Namjoon." Yoongi warned, "You're not cumming tonight either."
"Pl-Please-" Namjoon started to beg.
"You think you're going to get off without a punishment too, Joonie? Just because you're hyung's good boy doesn't mean you get off scott free." Yoongi said, pulling Hoseok's hips back once, nestling himself deeper into him, "Now Joonie, does our resident slut get the joy of being fucked today or not?"
Namjoon sniffled and nodded, wanting so badly to press down against his cock, wanting his second orgasm for the night but knowing he wasn't going to get it, "Fuck him hyung. Imagine you're fucking me too."
Yoongi groaned, biting down on his bottom lip as he looked at Namjoon squirming on the bed, looked at the way his hard, long cock, was leaking all over itself, twitching at even the thought of stimulation, knowing that Namjoon was imagining himself as Hoseok in the scene.
Yoongi gripped onto Hoseok's hips tightly, the skin pale from how much force Yoongi was using knowing that it was bruise in a few hours, wanting to see his skin purple and blue, wanting Hoseok to remember the punishment for days to come.
Yoongi pistoned his hips, fucking into Hoseok's tight, wet heat, hearing the lewd squelching sound of lube mixed with Namjoon's high pitched whines, moans and groans begging him to go faster, harder and deeper, begging him to fuck Hoseok the way that he would fuck him.
Hoseok was fucked dumb, drooling against his arm as he panted on his skin, eyes squeezed shut as he enjoyed the stimulation, as he bit the skin of his arm, moaning into it, letting Yoongi use him however he wanted to.
"Fuck!" Yoongi groaned as he thrusted into Hoseok's hole, unbelievably tight even though he took his time working him open, getting him ready for his dick, using his hole over and over again, he was still in awe every single time about how tight he was.
He kept praising Hoseok, kept whispering lewd words into his ear as he rocked forward while he felt him attempt push himself back, balls slapping the skin of his thighs, making them red at every thrust of his hip. It made Yoongi go feral, made him want to paint Hoseok's ass red with his handprints, over and over again, lovin the way the colours contrasted on his skin, made him want to see the sight of Hoseok falling apart because of him over and over again. It made him wild with lust knowing that Namjoo was getting off on it right behind them, watching it like it was his own personal live porn.
"Ple-Please. Rig-RIght there." Hoseok begged, rocking himself back, fucking himself on Yoongi's cock, face buried in the his arm, biting down on the skin, blooming red mark alongside the teeth marks, tears of pleasure leaking out of his eyes, a puddle of drool forming by the corner of his mouth at the stimulation, feeling the familiar white, tight heat building, building, building.
"Don't you fucking cum," Yoongi warned as he slammed against his prostate, growling as he did, so close to his own orgasm.
He reached forward and held the base of Hoseok's cock, acting like a cockring as he squeezed at it.
"You don't get to cum," Yoongi growled in his ear, "All you are is my fucking fleshlight that I get to use, to cum into and then I'll decide if you actually deserve to cum."
Hoseok whined, loud, unabashed, uncaring about how it made him look, only wanting to chase an orgasm, only wanting to fulfill his needs but knowing that he needed to please Yoongi first.
Yoongi reached forward, pinching his nipple, pulling at the perked up bud, toying with the metal barbell, swiping his thumb across it as if it was his cock, alternating between hard pulls and rolling the bud in between his fingers.
"Almost there," Yoongi whispered into Hoseok's skin, leaning forward as he thrusts got sloppier, chasing his own orgasm unbothered about Hoseok's own one.
Hoseok clenched around Yoongi, tightening up on his cock. The pleasure combined with the moans and whines from Namjoon on the bed was all it took to drive him over the edge, cumming into Hoseok's, wet heat, letting out thick, long spurts of white into his tight, wet heat, dick twitching inside of him, cum leaking out from his ass, coating Yoongi's cock further.
He leaned over his sweaty, sticky back and with a hot breath fanning over his face, his hand reaching over to jerk at his cock, he whispered, darkly, "We're not done yet sweetheart."
Hoseok whimpered, bucking his hips involuntarily into Yoongi's loose fist, tears blooming in his eyes at the dark chuckle that left Yoongi's lips as he pulled away completely, feeling the cum drip, drip, drip down his thighs.
"Joonie, darling," Yoongi said as he walked over to Namjoon, petting him on the head softly, "Come here, baby."
Namjoon was all too willing as he leaned into his touch on his hair, almost purring, cock twitching at the mere touch of Yoongi's hand.
"Colour, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked gently.
"Green! Green!" He said enthusiastically, moving forward to the edge, bucking his hips upwards, showing Yoongi how much he needed it, how much he needed him.
"Good boy," Yoongi praised with a smile.
Just as soon as the smile graced his face, it was gone just as fast.
Yoongi gripped his hair tight in his fist and pushed Namjoon down until he was facing his softening cock, "Clean me up."
Namjoon moaned, and Yoongi took that opportunity to push him closer to his cum covered cock.
Namjoon took all of him in, licking at the slit, taking him deeper and deeper when he heard Yoongi hiss from oversensitivity.
"Fuck, yeah, that's it baby, that's it." He moaned, pushing and pulling at Namjoon's head, controlling the speed.
He pulled out just as quickly and inspected his cock, deeming it clean.
He raked his hand through Namjoon's hair and hoisted him up by the belt, "Here's what's going to happen."
He pulled namjoon behind him, using the belt as a makeshift leash and placed him right behind Hoseok.
"Knees." Was all he said.
Namjoon dropped to his knees, his bound up hands placed on his thighs the way he was taught, mouth right behind Hoseok's hole, watching the cum drip out of him, hole still fluttering, like it was begging to be filled again, knowing that it didn't have its fill just yet.
"You're going to eat out all of my cum out of him and if I think you did a good job, I'll let both of you cum tonight." Yoongi said, walking to the bed, leaning against it as he put a poker face on, looking unbothered.
They waited impatiently, squirming and fidgeting on their places, waiting for Yoongi's signal like the good subs that he trained them to be.
Yoongi couldn't help the pride that surged through him accompanied by the power that he felt knowing that they were useless without him as a dom. It was one of the reasons he loved being a dom the most.
"Go."
Namjoon leaned forward immediately, bending his head down, gripping at his thighs pretending that it was Hoseok's skin that he was holding instead, needing to pull him apart, needing to feel his warmth against his fingertips, but unable to do so because he was so tied up.
He licked all the cum that dribbled down the sides of his thighs - tongue flat as it swiped over his salty, sweaty skin, moaning at the tangy bitter taste of cum in his mouth, wanting more of it. He really was quite a cumslut and Hoseok and Yoongi loved that about him.
He reached his ass and took a deep breath, practically drooling at the sight of handprints and light bruises already forming against his pale skin.
He latched onto Hoseok's abused and reddened hole sucking, licking, laving his tongue all over his puckered rim, fucking it into his sensitive hole, stilling when Hoseok began to ride his tongue.
"Joo-Joonie-ah-" He moaned, gyrating his hips back, grinding his hips on his tongue.
Yoongi tried to keep his poker face, but couldn't help it from the filthy, pornographic sight of his two boyfriends fucking each other so desperately, screaming his name in the middle of their moans, so eager to please him, to listen to him, to obey his every word, every instruction. It was sinful in the best possible way.
If this was hell, he wanted to sin over and over and over again.
Hoseok stuttered in his thrusts, so close to cumming.
"Stop." Yoongi demanded, leaning back against his palms, trying not to look too affected by the sight in front of him.
"Hyung, hyungie, please-" Hoseok sobbed, aching to cum, begging for his release.
Yoongi simply ignored him.
He got off the bed and pulled Namjoon to his feet.
"Turn around." He told Hoseok, waiting for him to process the instruction.
Hoseok dropped his hands from the mirror and turned around, his cock angry, red, hard against his toned torso, practically drenched in precum, almost purple which made Yoongi grin.
"Will you ever play without me again?" Yoongi asked, jerking Hoseok's chin to him, wanting to look into his eyes as he asked the question.
Hoseok whimpered but managed to shake his head.
"Words." Yoongi demanded.
"N-No, hy-hyung," He stuttered out.
Yoongi didn't believe him in the slightest, but for the sake of the scene, he hummed in acknowledgement.
"Hobi - jerk both of you off at the same time," Yoongi said, pushing Namjoon towards Hoseok, their cocks brushing against each other for a fraction of a second, making both of them moan.
Hoseok was just about to get the lube when Yoongi stopped him.
"Hold your hand out." He said.
Hoseok held his hand out and Yoongi turned to Namjoon - "Spit."
Namjoon spat a huge glob into Hoseok's palm who was getting ready to wrap his hand on both their cocks when Yoongi stopped him.
"Colour?" He asked them, looking at their faces for even the slightest of hesitation.
"Green." They answered simultaneously.
Yoongi turned to Namjoon, "You sure you're green, Joonie? You didn't want to cum again just now."
Namjoon smiled, a faint tinge of pink hinting at his cheeks at the care and attention that Yoongi gave him, "I'm green hyung, please. Want this so bad."
Yoongi nodded and took a step back, "Give me a show."
That was all Hoseok needed before he was wrapping his large hand around both their cocks, desperately jerking off, feeling Namjoon brace himself, unable to hold anything because of the leather belt around his wrist, leaning against Hoseok's shoulder instead.
Hoseok struggled to get all of his hand around Namjoon's huge dick and his own too, settling for twisting and turning his hand so all sides of their dicks got stimulated., Namjoon was rutting up into Hoseok's hold, cocks slipping and sliding all over each other, the precum acting more as the lube than Namjoon's spit was.
Both of them were so, so close to their orgasms barely needing anything at all, choosing to moan into each other's skin, trying to chase their high that was just a fingertips reach away.
"Fuck, if only Jin hyung were here to see this." Yoongi swore, hissing at the sensitive skin of his cock trying to get hard again.
Those words were all it took for both of them to spill all against each other, all over each other's cocks, over their toned stomachs and skin of their thighs.
"Clean yourself up." Yoongi instructed, watching Hoseok slowly jerk them off through the orgasm, riding it out.
Hoseok brought his cum covered hand to his lips and smeared the cum all over them like a white lipstick before grabbing Namjoon hair and pulling him close to smash their lips together.
They moaned into the kiss, licking the cum off both of their lips, pulling away with an audible pop, looking over at Yoongi for their next instructions, breathing heavily into the steamy, sex filled air,
"Fucking hell-" Was all Yoongi could say, letting out a breath, lust blooming in his eyes at his boyfriends, "I'm so fucking lucky."
He got off the bed and placed a kiss on both their cheeks, gently removing the leather belt off of Namjoon, interlacing all of their hands together as he said, "Come on sweethearts, let's go get cleaned up. I'll run you two a bath and fix you up with some dinner before bed."
"Hyung," Namjoon said, small, as if he were shy.
"Yes, my darling?" Yoongi answered as he led them to the bathroom.
"I think I want to wear a skirt to your studio tomorrow," Namjoon told him, "Umm, will....will Jin hyung think I'm pretty if I do?"
"I know he would think that you were the most beautiful person in the world, Joonie," Yoongi encouraged with a squeeze of his hand, "I know that Hobi and I already do."
"I thought I showed you how pretty you were by eating you out in front of the mirror," Hoseok said with a grin and a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Brat." Yoongi mumbled under his breath, love shining through his eyes.
The gust from the fan gently blew his short pleated plaid skirt over his ass as Namjoon bent down to grab the can from the vending machine. He tried his best to act unaffected, feeling eyes boring into his ass, knowing that they could see his pretty lacy black panties that barely covered up anything, showing his pink hairless puckered up hole.
Namjoon straightened up, opening the can of cola with a fizz, turning around with a smile on his face as he saw flushed cheeks coming from the men in the lounge area of the building where Yoongi and Jin's studio was.
"Oh, did you need the machine too?" He asked innocently, blinking his wide brown eyes at them.
They shook their heads and looked anywhere else except Namjoon, almost knowing that they got caught.
"See you later!" He greeted with a wave and walked down the hallway to where Yoongi's studio was.
Had this been even just yesterday, Namjoon probably would have asked Yoongi or Hoseok for their jackets and tied it around his waist, too insecure to be seen by anyone else who wasn't them. He probably wouldn't have even left the studio, or even gotten up just knowing that Jin could see him in a skirt. But after last night, after the shower of compliments, after getting used to seeing himself in a skirt (wrecked, fucked out, drool dripping down his chin, cum in his ass) Namjoon felt more confident than ever.
He couldn't wait to see how Jin reacted to him in a skirt. He was really excited, wanting to see if he was just as affected by Namjoon in a skirt as he was Hoseok. He also had to remind himself, as he stood outside the studio that he couldn't get his hopes up, just in case the reaction was less enthusiastic as he was expecting him to be.
Namjoon looked at his reflection against the black glass pane in front of Yoongi's studio and adjusted his short plaid skirt, hiking it up just a tad more even though it barely covered his ass as it was. He just wanted to make sure that he looked perfect!
He entered the code to the studio and pushed the door open, practically prancing through the door grinning as he saw Hoseok's eyes follow him all the way from the door to where Yoongi and Jin were deep in conversation.
"I took a sip out of the cola, I hope you don't mind hyungie," Namjoon said as a greeting, putting the can down next to Yoongi, bending down to place a kiss on his cheek.
"That's alright my lo-woah-" Yoongi started to say but stopped halfway through when his eyes landed on Namjoon.
He had to blink a couple of times, eyes raking over Namjoon, taking him in from the white crop top that stopped right at his midriff, to the plaid high waisted pleated skirt that started right below the strip of skin that Namjoon had exposed, ending barely mid thigh.
If the silence was anything to go by, Yoongi knew that Jin had as much appreciation for Namjoon's outfit just like he did.
Namjoon couldn't keep the blush off his face at the attention all three men were giving him. They were drinking him in, pupils blown, dark, like they could imagine a fantasy right here, right now with him. Namjoon couldn't help the giggle that burst through his mouth as he asked, "Do...do you like it hyungies?"
His eyes focused on Jin whose tongue simply darted out to lick at his lips, taking in his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes slowly took in every single detail, every inch of skin, every expanse exposed, every centimetre covered by fabric, so slowly as if he himself was exploring Namjoon with his own bare hands.
"You look gorgeous, Joonie." Jin said, voice low, almost dark, gruff, like he wanted them to know just how affected he was by Namjoon's presence.
"Yeah baby," Yoongi said, pulling Namjoon down to sit on his knee, subtly shifting him to his right leg so his thigh could caress Jin's thigh that was right next to him.
Yoongi's fingers skirted along the exposed tanned skin of Namjoon's stomach, hand gliding down to rest at the hem of his skirt, arm loosely around his waist, scooting him over ever so slowly as if he was sitting on both of their laps now.
Hoseok smirked at the scene, his own skirt hiked up mid thigh, showing off his legs, knowing exactly what Yoongi was doing playing on Namjoon's innocence and Jin's obvious thirst.
Jin's breath hitched in his throat when he felt Namjoon squirm on their lap, bare butt brushing against his denim clad thigh wanting nothing more than to pull Namjoon on him, to make him grind down on his half chubbed cock while Yoongi roughly took Hoseok right in front of him. He wanted Namjoon to watch Yoongi take Hoseok apart all while taking Namjoon apart himself.
Jin shook his head, clearing it like an etch-a-sketch, looking away and keeping his hands to himself, not really trusting himself at all.
"Should we get back to work?" Jin asked, clearing his throat, knowing his voice showed that he was affected.
"Actually," Yoongi said, leaning back against the black chair, "I think that we're too...distracted, to actually do anything productive."
He stroked Namjoon's back, licking his lips as he looked at Jin, leaning his head back against the plush of the chair, smiling at Hoseok who already knew what he was doing.
"I think so too, hyung," Hoseok piped up from the couch, spreading his legs just a little, just enough for Jin to get the idea.
Jin cocked an eyebrow, "I'm going to be straightforward and kind of shameless right now...but umm, am I reading this right? With the three of you and umm the...tension?"
Yoongi slapped Namjoon's thigh making him whine.
"Why do you think Namjoonie wore this skirt?"Yoongi said, "He was hoping you would look at him the same way you look at Hoseok."
"Oh sweetie," Jin said immediately, endeared as he stroked the bare skin of reddened thigh right where Yoongi had smacked him, "I think you're beautiful with or without the skirt."
"You can see him without the skirt if you want," Hoseok said, "Me too, actually."
"Hoseok. Behave." Yoongi warned.
"I'm starting to get an idea of what the dynamic is like between you three," Jin mumbled, almost grinning as he took them in, sexual tension in the room rising an unbearable amount.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tonight," Yoongi suggested, "We can...talk about all of this if you want."
Namjoon pouted as he almost bounced on Jin's lap, "Hyung, please, Say yes."
"I wasn't gonna say no, honey," Jin said, hissing as he felt Namjoon's plump ass right on top of his hard dick.
"That's enough, sweetie," Yoongi said, hands on Namjoon's hips, "Save some for tonight."
"I'm looking forward to it." Jin told them with a smirk, running his hand through his soft brown hair.
"Trust me, we've been looking forward to this for a while," Hoseok told him.
The rules of dinner for Namjoon and Hoseok were simple - Be good, and survive.
Didn't sound so hard now, did it?
Everything was preplanned and discussed in length between all of them before they left the studio and that included hard limits, what was completely off the table, and safewords. More surprising than anything was how utterly sexually compatible the four of them were and how safe and easy it was to talk about all of this.
Which is what brought them to dinner, or well, foreplay, in other words. The rules seemed simple but really all that it was, was free reign for Jin and Yoongi to rile up their subs in any which way they wanted, teasing them and doing whatever they wanted and all that Hoseok and Namjoon had to do was be good, not make a sound, and survive.
The table was set neatly, food lined up in rows, two plates on each side of the table - Yoongi and Jin on one side and on the other Namjoon and Hoseok.
Namjoon squirmed in his seat, clearing his throat, trying to calm his stuttering breaths, feeling the metal plug nestled deep within him going further and further with each movement, making it hard for him to concentrate on the food laid out in front of him.
Yoongi had put the plug in his hand as soon as he crossed the threshold to the house, whispering filthily in Namjoon's ear about how he wanted him to go to their room and open himself up like a good boy. He told him, as he circled his arm around his waist about how he wanted him to be ready for Jin hyung, how he wanted Jin hyung to see exactly how pretty his Namjoonie could be. He whispered a fantasy in his ear, made him a promise that Jin hyung would lift up his pretty skirt, would kiss the area around the heart shaped jeweled plug, would fuck it out of him before taking him right then and there on the dinner table. Yoongi cupped Namjoon's leaking erection and with a final whisper of soon, he slapped his ass and sent him off into the bedroom, going into the kitchen to help Hoseok and Jin with the food.
So there Namjoon sat, trying to contain his whines and moans while trying to find a comfortable position, breath hitching every single time he felt the plug nestle itself deeper into his ass.
Yoongi smirked, knowing full well what Namjoon was going through.
Jin's leg slowly crept up Namjoon's thigh, watching him freeze on the spot, stiffening as he gripped his fork a little tighter.
"I was thinking that we could call back the choir and record the run on the bridge again," Jin said as he gently pressed his foot underneath the hem of Namjoon's skirt, toe toying with the skin of his inner thigh, all while pretending like none of this was happening.
Namjoon shuddered when he felt Jin's foot gently press against his leaking, aching cock, wanting so badly to reach down, to keep it in place as he grinded against it, as he took all the pleasure that he needed from it. The more Jin's foot pressed down, the harder the plug thrusted itself up. Namjoon was receiving pleasure from both ends, but neither of it was enough- it was teasing him to the highest degree and yet he wasn't satisfied.
He knew that Jin was oblivious to the plug nestled deep within his ass, but somehow Namjoon thought that if Jin knew...he would probably get a higher degree of teasing than just this.
Hoseok looked over at Namjoon and saw something moving underneath his skirt. He pushed away the table cloth just a little and saw Jin's foot rubbing and gently stepping on his cock.
He smirked, slowly lowering his hand so no one would see. He reached over to Namjoon's thigh, lightly grazing the skin right at the hem of his skirt, grinning when he heard a hitch of breath coming from him. He could see Namjoon squirming, could see him trying to get away from all the stimulation, so Hoseok did exactly what Namjoon expected him to do - He pressed down on Jin's foot, moved it back and forth, averting his eyes from Jin's narrowed ones.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jin asked, pressing harder on Namjoon's cock, refusing to go along with Hoseok's plan.
"Whatever do you mean, hyung?" Hoseok asked with an innocent dimpled smile and a batting of his eyelashes.
Jin simply cocked his eyebrow, and retracted his foot completely.
Hoseok's hand was still under the table, palming Namjoon's cock, filling the teasing void that Jin left.
"You weren't kidding about the brat were you?" Jin said to Yoongi, ignoring Hoseok completely.
Yoongi popped his fork in his mouth, chewing for a couple of seconds before saying, "Nope."
"Hmm," Jin hummed, "I do love taming them."
"All yours to do what you please with," Yoongi said, reaching over for the glass of wine, taking a large swig.
"After dinner," Jin said, knowing exactly what Hoseok was trying to do, wanting to drag out this long torturous foreplay for as long as he could.
He knew Hoseok would break sooner or later which only meant that the punishment would be all the more better, and Jin would love every single second of it.
"'Seok take your hands off him," Yoongi said, "We're having a nice dinner right now."
"Nice dinner?!" Hoseok scoffed, "Jin's been stepping on his cock since the start of dinner, you refuse to touch me and now that I'm finally having dome semblance of fun, you want me to stop?!"
"I'm not going to ask you again." Was all Yoongi said, ignoring his ourburst.
"No! Fuck this!" Hoseok scoffed standing up, cock hard in his skirt, a damp patch forming right in the middle for all of them to see.
"Hobi, sit down," Namjoon whispered, "Please. We can play later."
Hoseok pulled Namjoon up by his shoulders and flipped him around, bending him down so that his ass was sticking out to Jin and Yoongi who were sitting on their end of the table, calm, seemingly unaffected, knowing how needy and bratty Hoseok was being. If anything, they seemed bored with Hoseok's outburst which only made him crave more and more attention.
Hoseok flipped up Namjoon's skirt and pulled his panties down right to his thigh.
"If you won't play with us," Hoseok said as he pulled Namjoon's cheeks apart, showing Jin and Yoongi his lubed up hole plugged up with a pretty red jeweled heart plug, slick by the sides as the metal held the lube in place, "I'll play with him myself."
Yoongi took one look at Jin who was thinking the same thing as him.
"Who said you'll be getting to play at all?" Jin told him, cock twitching in his pants, wanting so badly to pull that plug out of Namjoon and bury his face in his ass, worshipping every inch of skin on him before railing him right there and then. But he knew the wait would make it all the better, knew that the chase really was the best part of it all.
"What?" Hoseok said in a breathless voice, face falling at the implications of not being able to join.
"What were our two rules for dinner?" Yoongi said as he dabbed the sides of his mouth with a tissue, placing it down neatly on the table, folding his arms over his chest.
Hoseok blinked, trying to get the words to form in his head, but not remembering anything.
Jin scoffed, "Why did you bother asking him, Yoongi? He's nothing but a useless slut."
Yoongi clicked his tongue, "You're right, Jin. I guess I'm just so used to Namjoon being my good boy that I forget all Hoseok is worth is his mouth and ass."
"Joonie, honey," Jin called out sweetly, voice soft as compared to the one he used on Hoseok, "Sweetheart, tell hyungs what the two rules for dinner was today."
Namjoon keened at the praise, wiggling his ass in excitement, giving all three of them a show, not moving from his bent position even though he could have.
He really was their good boy.
"B-Be good," Namjoon said, "And survive."
"What do you think, Jin?" Yoongi asked as he leaned back against the wooden chair, "Was Namjoon a good boy?"
"Definitely was," Jin agreed.
"And did he survive dinner?" Yoongi asked, dragging the questioning out further and further noticing how squirmy Hoseok was getting.
"Considering that our nice dinner got cut shot by someone who wasn't him, I would say that he did," Jin said, "What about you, Yoongi? What did you think about our Namjoonie?"
"Our baby boy is always well behaved," Yoongi said, "Aren't you, Joonie?"
Namjoon whimpered, biting down on his bottom lip to mask the moans, the praise making his dick leak in his pretty black skirt, begging to be touched.
"What about Hoseok?" Jin asked, "Do you think he followed the rules?"
Yoongi got up from his chair, staring Hoseok down, almost challenging him to move from his place, hand still on Namjoon's ass as he watched Yoongi intently, feeling like a prey being hunted by a predator. His throat ran dry, cock hard in his own skirt, breath coming out in pants as he watched Yoongi round the table, walking up to stand right in front of him.
"Hyung," He breathed out, needy, whiny, bordering on begging all in one syllable.
Yoongi ran his fingers through Hoseok's hair, gently, "Our Hoseokie wasn't a very good boy today, now was he?"
Jin hummed at the back, leant back against the chair as he watched the three boyfriends in front of him.
"And here I was, trying to show off my well behaved subs to Jin, to try and get him to play with my babies the way they've been begging me to do," Yoongi said.
Suddenly the hand on Hoseok's hair wasn't very gentle anymore. Yoongi fisted Hoseok's hair and pulled him up, turning him around to face Jin as he pulled Hoseok flush against his body. Hoseok groaned, baring his neck to Yoongi as he leaned back, unable to stop the way his hips canted back, searching for Yoongi's dick, wanting to see if he was as affected by the night as Hoseok was.
"Is this how you repay me, huh?" Yoongi growled in his ear, hand travelling down to Hoseok's neck, lightly touching his throat, not squeezing yet but the threat was still there, "Fucking ungrateful slut."
Hoseok moaned, tilting his head up further, letting Yoongi have any and all control, willingly giving it up, wanting to feel his throat constrict against his fingers, willing to beg for it.
"Now, now Yoongi," Jin said as he pushed the chair back, making it squeak against the wooden floor, "Can't reward the brat with something that he wants after acting up now can we?"
"Hmm," Yoongi said, trailing his hand down Hoseok's throat to his midriff, letting his palm rest against his stomach, "I guess we can't."
"But we can reward the baby for acting so well and for following orders like a good boy," Jin said as he stood in front of Namjoon who was still bent down. All Jin had to do was buck his hips up just slightly and Namjoon would be face to face with his clothed, hard dick.
He ran his fingers through his hair and made Namjoon stand up, "Yeah, we're gonna reward the baby now."
"Colour, Joonie?" Yoongi asked before they took the scene any further.
"Green, hyung. Please. So, so green," Namjoon moaned out, words tumbling out of his lips, needy and desperate as he spoke them.
"Hoseok? Colour?" Jin asked him.
"Green," He swallowed, chest heaving up and down.
"Who do you want to reward you, Joonie? Yoongi or me?" Jin asked, gently stroking Namjoon's cheek with his thumb.
"Y-You," Namjoon stuttered out leaning into Jin's touch.
"Reward the good boy while I punish the slut," Yoongi said, grabbing Hoseok's hair and pulling him to the bedroom.
Jin and Namjoon followed closely behind them with Jin closing the door.
He licked his lips as he watched Namjoon stand at the edge of the bed, toying with the hem of his skirt, pink blush tinging his cheeks, looking down shyly as he waited for Jin to tell him what to do next.
Jin couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips at what a sweetheart Namjoon was. He wanted to ruin him, wanted to see tears streaking his cheeks as he obeyed every last whim that Jin had. He wanted to hear him keen, wanted to hear him moan, wanted to hear the sounds he made when he was deep in pleasure, begging for more, more, more.
"Fuck, baby, come here." Jin said, pulling Namjoon close by his shirt, crashing their lips together, filthily, slickened sounds of lips slipping and sliding all over each other filling up the room along with heavy breathing from the side where Hoseok and Yoongi were watching on.
Yoongi positioned Hoseok over his lap, making sure that he had a front row seat to watch Jin and Namjoon in action.
He leaned down to whisper hoarsely into Hoseok's ear, "That could have been you, if you weren't such a fucking brat. Jin would have stuck his tongue down your throat, would have fucked you open slowly, would have remoulded your ass to fit his long, hard dick..."
Yoongi was kneading Hoseok's ass, skirt flipped up, rubbing over the rough, expensive lace of his panties as he tried to rut himself down on Yoongi's thigh, trying to get off on his filthy words.
A loud smack rang across the room, forcing Namjoon and Jin to pull away, a line of fresh connected spit from their messy make out session broken in the middle as they turned to see Hoseok groaning against Yoongi's thigh, precum slick against it as he hung his head to absorb the pleasure.
Yoongi pulled his hair and forced him to look up at Jin and Namjoon in front of him, "You're going to watch hyung reward Namjoon for being such a good boy, while I punish you for being a fucking slut. If you even try to cum....you'll be wishing for the chastity belt instead of what I have in store for you. Got it?"
Hoseok nodded, choking back a whine, revelling in the pleasure he was getting.
"Words." Yoongi demanded with another loud slap to his upper thigh, pink now, the faint outline of a palm forming on the pale skin.
"Ye-Ye-Yes hyung," Hoseok stuttered out, biting back a moan.
Jin turned Namjoon around to face Yoongi and Hoseok. He ran his lips down Namjoon's neck, peppering kisses to his neck, smirking when he felt him tilt his neck even more, giving Jin more space to do whatever he wanted to Namjoon, so pliant in his touch, so willing to give himself up.
Jin reached over his waist, creeping his hand over Namjoon's clothed pecs, squeezing the muscle over his shirt.
"Mmm, baby you're so big," He whispered into Namjoon's skin, licking and sucking at his neck, purple and red bruises blooming in the wake of his mouth.
"Irresistible pretty thing isn't he?" Yoongi hissed, kneading at Hoseok's flesh, almost pretending as if he wasn't on Yoongi's thigh rutting away in search of an orgasm that he would never attain.
"How do you keep your hands off of him?" Jin asked, fingers slipping under Namjoon's shirt, pulling at the purt up, hardened nub that was his nipple, twisting and rolling it around in between his fingers, grinding his dick against Namjoon's back.
"Hyung, please," Namjoon whimpered, fucking his hips up into empty air, grinding his hips backwards into Jin's hard dick, unable to feel as much as he wanted to because of the jeweled plug nestled deep into him.
"What is it, darling? What do you want from hyung?" Jin asked, pulling Namjoon flush against his chest, rubbing his clothed dick all over his ass, just as desperate as Namjoon was, unbothered in hiding it, his needs almost overpowering him.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Namjoon chanted, throwing his head back onto Jin's broad shoulders.
"On your back then," Jin ordered, pushing Namjoon away slightly, smacking his ass as he waited for Namjoon to get in position.
"Hy-ung-g-g," Hoseok stuttered, jolting forward with the shock from another spank that Yoongi delivered.
"You're going to stay on hyungs lap and watch them fuck," Yoongi growled in his ear.
"Please hyung," Hoseok begged, not even knowing what he was begging for anymore, just knowing that he needed more of it.
"Suck." Yoongi ordered, shoving two fingers in his mouth.
He held back a groan at the feeling of Hoseok's warm, hot, wet mouth all over his fingers, laving his tongue all over his digits like it was dinner, hollowing his cheeks out, bobbing his head up and down the two fingers, coating it copiously with spit, moaning against it.
Yoongi didn't bother to even ease a finger in - he just thrusted two right away, stilling as he elicited the most magnificent groan from Hoseok who dug his nails into the denim of Yoongi's jeans, pushing back at his fingers, loving the burn of the stretch, loving the way the pain morphed into pleasure, confusing his brain whether to scream out or cry at the intrusion of the familiar fingers.
On the bed, Namjoon was pulling Jin closer to him by his neck, letting Jin fuck his tongue into his mouth, swirling it around, tasting every inch of Namjoon, letting the kiss get filthier and filthier, messier and messier as the sounds of spit filled the room.
Namjoon pulled away, needing to breathe as he flopped down on the bed, letting Jin do whatever he wanted.
Jin didn't have the patience to wait, but it would be criminal to not worship Namjoon's naked body - toned, tanned honey skin all laid out prettily for him, just for him. He wanted to put on a show, wanted to worship him in front of his boyfriends before wrecking him so hard that he would be in pieces by the end of the night.
Jin kissed all the way down his chest, and then circled his tongue over Namjoon’s left nipple, his hand tweaking and playing with the hardening pebbled nipple. He leaned down to kiss the left nipple before lifting up completely.
He pinched Namjoon’s right nipple, squeezing ever so lightly as he pulled it, watching Namjoon hiss as he grabbed Jin’s hand, “Hyung-”
“So responsive,” Jin said with a sadistic grin, leaning down to gently lick the tip of his nipple, “My sensitive, sensitive Joonie.”
“Please, hyung, please,” Namjoon moaned, needing more, hand fisting Jin’s hair, pushing him closer to his chest.
“Only because you asked so nicely, sweetheart,” Jin told him.
He leaned down and gave his right nipple the same treatment - slickening it up with spit, sucking on it, gently nibbling on the soft, supple skin around the nipple before coming up, watching it bloom, double in size, shiny with all his spit.
Fuck, Jin could worship this chest forever. He squeezed Namjoon's tits, pinching, pulling, twisting,, digging his nails into the skin, wanting to bruise it, wanting remnants of tonight to be on his body forever, wanting him to remember what it felt like to have Jin's marks all over him, wanting him to touch the bruises tomorrow and remember the sheer unadulterated pleasure he felt with Jin.
"Fucking amazing tits, yeah?" Yoongi asked from the chair, three fingers deep in Hoseok, ass a bright red, bright purple bruises being replaced with new ones as Hoseok bit down against his knuckles, face contorted in pleasure.
"Can't get enough of them honestly," Jin said as he licked his lips, leaning down to suckle against Namjoon's nipple again, hearing him hiss underneath him.
"Wait till you feel his ass," Yoongi chuckled darkly as he pushed his fingers further into Hoseok, reaching his palm back and smacking his ass, kneading it right after, "Keep your eyes open! Look at them! Look at how Namjoon is moaning underneath Jin! Look at how wrecked he is when Jin hasn’t even started yet...Pretty pink Namjoonie, all for us."
Jin looked back at Namjoon, finger tracing over his dick as he talked about him like he wasn't even there, "From what I've seen, his looks like the tightest fucking ass I will ever get to fuck."
"Show him, Joonie." Yoongi ordered as he pulled Hoseok's ass apart, glob of spit falling from his tongue onto the slickened hole. "Hold yourself open for Jin hyung to see. Show him your pretty little hole."
He thrusted three fingers lazily into Hoseok like he couldn't be bothered, knowing that Hoseok was getting off on being ignored, being treated like he was nothing more than a rug for them to step on.
Yoongi pulled out his fingers completely, "Go get the lube."
Namjoon lifted his hips a little, cheeks bright red as he turned away from Jin's gaze. Jin held his chin and forced him to look, "Look at me, darling. You want to make hyung happy don't you? Yeah? Then look straight at me when you show hyung your pretty pink hole. Let hyung see all of you before he fucks you dumb."
Namjoon whimpered, reaching down, fingers brushing his cock making him jerk forward from the slightest of stimulation, incredibly sensitive. He pulled his asscheeks apart and let Jin see the red jeweled buttplug stuffed so deep into his hole.
"Pretty," Jin mumbled, finger tracing the puckered, gaping rim right in the middle of where the plug met Namjoon's rim.
"Jin," Yoongi said as he lubed up his cock, jerking himself off in front of Hoseok who was kneeling right in front of his dick, tongue lolled out like he was expecting cum on his face.
"What?" Jin asked, unable to move his eyes away from Namjoon's hole.
He reached down and slowly twisted the plug out of Namjoon, fucking it in and out of him slowly.
"Help me decide what to do with this brat."Yoongi said, "I can either make him cockwarm me with his mouth, or his ass, while watching you fuck Namjoon to oblivion."
Jin pushed and pulled the plug out of Namjoon slowly, stretching him further, knowing that he needed it for Jin's big cock.
"How good is the slut with his mouth?" Jin asked as he drizzled lube directly onto his cock, hissing when he felt the cold liquid hit the skin of his dick.
"Practically has no gag reflex," Yoongi said, grabbing the base of his dick and slapping it on Hoseok's cheeks, watching as his tongue darted out to even get a kitten lick of Yoongi's leaking precum.
"Fucking filthy," Jin hissed out when he saw the sight of the two in front of him, lightly jerking himself off, "You see that Namjoon? See how filthy your boyfriends are? See how turned on they are by us?"
Namjoon whined, nodding, fucking his hips up into empty air, wanting to beg Jin for his big cock but unable to form the words to.
"So, mouth or ass?" Yoongi asked, dragging the tip of his dick all along Hoseok's lips.
"As much as i would love to see him choking on your cock, I want him to watch me fuck Namjoon." Jin said, holding the base of his cock, lining it up with Namjoon's puckered, gaping pink rim, clenching and unclenching at empty air, inviting Jin in, enticing him.
"Show him what he can have if he begs enough," Yoongi said, licking his lips, eyes frantic with lust, bloomed so darkly that Hoseok was sure he was going to struggle with even sitting down tomorrow let alone walk. And he loved every second of it.
"Get up." Jin ordered from the bed, tip catching on the rim of Namjoon's ass.
Hoseok got to his feet immediately, looking both at Yoongi and Jin, waiting their next instructions.
"Colour?" Yoongi asked.
"Green," Hoseok answered immediately.
Yoongi held his cock straight, "Come here, sweetheart. Sit on your throne for us. Look straight at Namjoonie and Jin hyung. Look at them while cockwarming me"
Hoseok tried to match Jin's pace, slowly lowering himself down onto Yoongi's cock, keening at the praises that were muttered into the skin of his shoulder as Yoongi held his hips, letting Hoseok take the lead on how much he could take at a time.
Once both their cocks were in, Jin simply placed a soft kiss onto Namjoon's lips and then started to jackhammer his hips into his ass, the squelch of lube, Namjoon's breathless gasps and Jin's stuttered moans filling the air immediately. The sheen of sweat was glistening under the white lights of the room as Yoongi and Hoseok watched on.
"S-So-So full!" Namjoon whined.
Namjoon moaned, hot and loud, deliciously as he felt Jin wet, slicked up, against his walls, hitting his prostate dead on as he bottomed out.
Jin groaned against Namjoon's sweaty skin, hearing the lewd squelching sound of the lube mixed with Namjoon's high pitched moans and screams of faster and harder. Jin pistoned his hips, hitting Namjoon's prostate dead on with every stroke.
"So, so good," Jin muttered, fucking into his wet heat over and over again, rocking forward, pulling Namjoon back, his balls slapping his skin with every stroke, "So fucking tight. Doing so well for me baby boy."
"Harder! Faster!" Namjoon demanded.
"Say please, won't you, darling?" Jin asked, hands going down to his hips, right to his meaty thighs, digging his nails in as hard as he could, dragging his nails down.
Jin could hear the breathless sounds of Hoseok coming right from the left of the room, as Yoongi fucked up into him once, twice and then stilled, giving him just a little, just enough to satiate him for a second before ripping it all away, revelling in how desperate he was making the brat.
Jin grinned, his eyes raking down their forms to where Yoongi's dick was nestled deep into Hoseok's ass. If he looked hard enough, he could see the faint bulge of his dick right at his belly.
"Hy-Hyung, ple-ase-" Namjoon begged, whining as he fucked his hips down onto Jin's cock.
Jin hoisted Namjoon's legs over his broad shoulders and fucked deeper into his hole, thrusting harder and harder with every piston of his hips.
"That's it baby Scream my name! Let them know who's making you feel so fucking good!" Jin whispered hoarse and low against Namjoon's ear.
"Fuck! Shit!" Yoongi swore, hissing as he fucked up into Hoseok, unable to take anymore. He reached down and smacked Hoseok's thigh.
"Hyung?" Hoseok blinked, teary eyed, precum dripping all over his cock as he begged for attention, begged to be taken hard and fast, begged for anything and everything with one simple word.
"Get on the bed," Yoongi ordered, "Ass out towards the mirror."
Jin stopped, smirking at Yoongi, knowing exactly what he was thinking. He pulled out of Namjoon, ignoring his whines and pleas to continue. He got off the bed and pulled Namjoon by the ankles, turning him around on his hands and knees, facing Hoseok who was right in front of him.
They lined their cocks up to the subs and grinned before pounding into them.
All that could be heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping skin, was the sound of groans, moans, and whines as they received immeasurable amount of pleasure.
Hoseok leaned up slightly, hand fisting the hairs on the back of Namjoon's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was filthy, it was sloppy, it was more teeth clacking, more breathing into each other, more spit mixing together as drool dropped from the sides of their mouth, more moaning into each other's mouth. But fuck did it make Yoongi and Jin falter in their thrusts, gripping onto their skin harder now, sure that bruises were blooming in its wake.
Jin slowed down and pulled out of Namjoon.
"Care to take a turn at taming a brat?" Yoongi offered as he pulled out of Hoseok, rounding the bed, meeting Jin halfway right at the foot of the bed.
Namjoon and Hoseok were barely coherent, so, so close to their orgasms that were just ripped out of them, leaving them to use the bed as they tried to catch their breath.
Jin grabbed Yoongi's arm and pulled him in for a kiss
The kiss was passionate, turned hot, turned to hands roaming all over any expanse of skin, memorising the way their hips dipped, the way their cock twitched when touched, the way their tongue felt brushing against each other, filthy and sloppy, loving every second of it.
Jin pulled back first, looking at Yoongi with lust blown eyes, chest heaving up and down, taking in Yoongi, raking his eyes hungrily over him as he licked his lips.
"Fuck," Jin swore pulling Yoongi closer to him, bending down slightly as he slotted his lips over his again and grabbed him by the waist as he pulled him closer, "You have no idea what you do to me. What all of you do to me."
Yoongi reached down and gripped Jin's dick in his warm touch, "I have an idea." He whispered into his lips as he slotted their cocks over each other, rutting against each other, lubed up dicks slippery, uncoordinated, messy, but fuck if it didn't feel good.
They pulled away all too soon, hearing the whines and pleas for 'hyung, hyung, hyung' being chanted on the bed, as both the subs rutted against the smooth material of the threaded sheets, seeking friction that they know would be better given by Yoongi and Jin rather than a threaded sheet.
Yoongi practically melted and let out a long drawn out groan at the sight that was waiting for him. Namjoon, pliant, impatiently waiting for him, sticking his ass out, almost begging to be touched, begging to get painted red and pink. Yoongi ran his hand over Namjoon's plump ass, jiggling it with his hands, feeling the smoothened out surface as he made his way to the puckered, red rim of his ass, gently tracing the rim with the tip of his index finger.
"My gorgeous, gorgeous Namjoonie," He praised watching him keen, drool slipping out from the side of his mouth as he buried his face into the sheets, wiggling his ass into the air, hearing Namjoon whimper and moan underneath him, precum dripping over his pale stomach, onto the bedsheet below him.
One hand grabbed Namjoon's hip and the other lined his cock up to his rim, almost teasing in the way he pretended to falter, the head of his cock catching on the rim. He pushed in, one inch at a time, at a teasingly slow pace, already knowing he was stretched out from Jin's cock, but wanting Namjoon to beg for his.
Namjoon could feel himself stretch out on him, even after Jin fucked his ass, the slight burn that he loved and had been craving all this time as Yoongi fucked in and out of him, gently, moving slowly so that they could both feel it.
Namjoon could feel him just barely brush himself against his prostate, teasing him enough to get him a moaning, begging mess as he stimulated him in ways he didn't know were possible, in the best possible way, as he fucked his hips back. He wanted more; craved more, needed more, more, more, deeper, harder, faster as he groaned into the sheets.
"Faster!" Namjoon whined, fucking himself back on Yoongi's cock
Yoongi pistoned his hips, fucking into Namjoon's tight, wet heat, hearing the lewd squelching sound of lube mixed with Namjoon's high pitched whines, moans and groans begging him to go faster, harder and deeper.
Jin was taking his time with Hoseok, wanting to drag this out as long as possible.
He stood behind him, hearing Namjoon whine for Yoongi's cock all while two fingers deep in Hoseok's already stretched hole, fisting his own cock as he teased him.
"Please, hyung, hyung, please. Need more. Need your cock," Hoseok begged, muffled by the sheets as he tried fucking his hips back.
"Think you deserve it?" Jin asked, spitting the words out, the once sweet Jin that he was with Namjoon wiped away as if he never existed.
Hoseok could only nod.
"Hmm, I think different," Jin told him.
"Please-" Hoseok sobbed out, "Will do anything for your cock."
"Anything?" Jin whispered darkly, leaning down, bare cock thrusting against Hoseok's back, fucking up into his spine as he whispered hotly into his ear, "Gonna be my personal fleshlight for me, Hobi? Gonna just sit there and take it while Hyung uses you however he likes, huh? Fuck all the brattiness out of you until you're a good boy like our Namjoon over there."
HIs filthy words affected Hoseok more and more, dick practically soaked with all the precum dribbling off of it as Hoseok buried his face in the sheets, rutting against the edge of the mattress, knees almost buckling below him, sure that he would have fallen to the floor if not for Jin holding him up by his hips.
Jin arranged Hoseok however he wanted, his stomach against the edge of the mattress, legs firm on the floor of the bedroom as he was bent in half.
Jin kicked his legs apart and without warning just bottomed out into Hoseok, stilling for a couple of seconds, letting Hoseok gulp all the air knocked out of his lungs.
Jin pistoned his hips, fucking into Hoseok's tight, wet heat, hearing the lewd squelching sound of lube mixed with Yoongi's and Namjoon's whines, moans and groans right in front of him, biting down on his lip as he fucked into Hoseok while watching the other two fuck. Hoseok's loud whines were coming from right underneath him, begging him to go faster, harder and deeper, begging to be used like he was nothing more than a glory hole slut.
"So fucking good, baby," Jin moaned fucking into Hoseok's wet heat over and over again, rocking forward, pulling him back, his balls slapping his skin with every stroke, "So fucking tight for a slut, for my fleshlight."
He kept alternating between degrading and praising Hoseok, rocking forward while Hoseok pushed himself back, balls slapping the skin at every rock of his hip.
"Ple-Please. Rig-RIght there." Namjoon moaned, from in front of him, rocking himself back, fucking himself on Yoongi's cock, face buried in the sheets, tears leaking out of his eyes at the stimulation, feeling the familiar white, tight heat building.
All of their orgasms were so close, so in tuned to each other that they knew that they couldn't be more than a few minutes apart.
Namjoon came first, thick white spurts of cum absorbing itself into the white sheets right at the edge of the mattress, almost flopping down completely, letting Yoongi chase his own orgasm, cumming into Namjoon not long after him, draping himself over Namjoon's shoulder, panting to get his breath back.
Jin only fucked Hoseok harder, bringing his hand back to spank his ass, jackhammering into him, increasing his thrusts, harder, harder, faster, faster into his tight, wet heat that only sucked him in further and further.
"You're going to cum untouched." Jin growled out, "Cum just from my cock."
Jin moaned as Hoseok started fucking himself harder onto him, hitting his prostate with every thrust, one hand sliding into Hoseok's hair, fisting it, pulling him up from the sheets, letting him grind down onto the bedsheets, facing Namjoon and Yoongi, making him look at them.
Yoongi leaned forward and crashed his lips onto Hoseok's, cupping his cheek as he kissed him lazily, cock still in Namjoon as his tongue slid into Hoseok's open mouth.
"Make Jin cum, baby. Show him what you can do." Yoongi whispered onto his lips, pulling back as he slowly pulled out of Namjoon.
Jin reached forward, pinching his nipples, pulling at the metal barbell, twisting it around sensitive nipples, pulling at the perk bud, swiping his thumb across the metal it as if it was his cock. Hoseok hissed at the simulation, sputters and pleads falling from his lips as he begged to come, begged for Jin to go harder, deeper, faster until a few more thrusts were all it took for Jin to spill his cum inside Hoseok, stilling for a second before he rode out his orgasm, allowing Hoseok to then chase his.
Hoseok fucked himself back, the warmth inside his ass, the twitching of Jin's dick inside him, the way his prostate was being fucked into even through Jin's oversensitivity was all it took for Hoseok to let go as he let out a string of loud, drawled out moans, tears spilling out of his eyes as he cums all over himself, staining the bedsheet and his own pale stomach.
It took a couple of minutes for all of them to recover from their post orgasm bliss.
Yoongi and Jin slowly, and with the utmost care in the world, gently placed Hoseok and Namjoon on the bed, deciding that they could worry about the mess in a while. They spooned them from each side - Jin's arms over Hoseok's waist and Namjoon in both Hoseok and Yoongi's arms, lying there in post orgasm glow.
"That was fun," Jin said, voice hoarse from overuse, thumb gently rubbing circles absentmindedly against Hoseok's bruised hips.
Hoseok hummed in agreement, "So much more fun than my imagination."
Jin chuckled, "You've imagined having sex with me?"
"More than you think," Yoongi said with the slightest blush tinging his cheeks, "Umm, we....over the last couple of...months, really, we've kind of used your name every time we wanted to cum. We've talked about how you would praise the babies, how you would look on your knees for them, how they would look on their knees for you. How we would work..."
He trailed off, not knowing what else to say, scared that he might have driven Jin away. It was one thing to be a dom and confident in the bedroom and a whole other thing to be confident with words and feelings, something that Yoongi had yet to mastered despite him trying.
"Is this just a sex thing?" Jin asked, chest weighing heavy.
"We've talked about it," Namjoon said quietly, "The three of us talked about how this would work...not just sexually."
"We want you in our lives, hyung," Hoseok said, turning in Jin's arms, "We don't just want sex. We want the sleepy mornings, and having breakfast with you. We want silly texts and random bursts of love. We want the good days, and the bad. We want the days in between that. We want cuddles when its raining and to binge watch a show together. We just...want all of you. However you'll give it to us."
Jin smiled, pink tinging his cheeks as he nodded, too overwhelmed with affection to say anything.
Playfully, Namjoon said, "Words, hyung. Use your words."
Jin slapped his thigh lightly, but said, "I want you. I want all of you. All the time."