[a/n] ⬆️ don't know what you're looking at? ⬆️ it's just the arms of three people with a kaleidoscope effect. because threesomes can be chaotic 😉

so this was a stupidly long chapter and i decided to break it into two parts

just in case, here are some !warnings!:

this chapter contains the cute awkwardness that comes with three people in bed, no literal sandwiches 🥪,

oral sex, anal fingering, f e e l i n g s , handjobs, a split-second of cum-play (yes, i alternate between 'cum' and 'come', and what of it?)

pengu wildin' again [pt. 796227474097] 🚨🥵💦

"Fuck- Yoongi-"

There was no pretense, no lead-up. Yoongi committed. Sinking his mouth right down on Jungkook like it was second nature.

Letting his jaw slacken, relaxing his throat.

Recalling Hoseok's heated statement in the shower: 'You're gonna blow his mind.'

He couldn't let Hoseok be wrong, now could he?

The rush of precum on his tongue only pushed Yoongi to double his efforts and Jungkook became a writhing mess, his legs twitching uncontrollably as he grabbed one of Hoseok's hands.

Yoongi moved almost without need or room for thought. Reading Jungkook's body under his hands, letting the youngest feel overwhelmed by his tongue.

The way he swallowed him whole.

"Fuck.... Baby-" Hoseok's voice now.

And judging by the inflection-  Yoongi knew exactly what he was doing.

He could picture it, in fact.

Hoseok.

Backed up against the headboard, watching his boyfriend and sucking in a breath as his free hand moved over his own length. Letting Jungkook's moans wash over him, knowing exactly the type of pleasure Jungkook was experiencing.

[a/n: guys i am no longer a good noodle]

A soft whisper. "Hoseok"

Hoseok turned to answer, meeting Jungkook in a warm kiss and a hand moving with his own, learning how he liked to be touched.

Yoongi watched them as he bobbed his head. And it was a sight.

Jungkook and Hoseok, immersed in each other, pausing only during brief intervals to look down at Yoongi before returning to each other. At least, that's what he saw before he closed his eyes, getting lost in his efforts to please Jungkook.

Suddenly the sensation of fingers in his hair and Hoseok's unmistakeable, "Baby," broke him from his rhythm and he pulled off of Jungkook with a pop.

Four eyes on Yoongi again.

Jungkook sat up, the movement pulling him just out of Yoongi's reach. Damn.

Hoseok ran his hands through his boyfriend's hair again and spoke in a low voice, "Turn around, baby."

Yoongi knew what that meant. Didn't even need to see his boyfriend lean across the bed, blindly feeling around in the bedside table drawer. Didn't have to see him toss the bottle of lube to Jungkook.

Oh, fuck yes.

To say that he scrambled to get in position was an understatement and at this point, he was too far gone to feel shame about his over-eagerness.

Again, he found himself wanting to laugh because of pure excitement.

He waited a moment, cheek against the mattress, ass in the air while Hoseok rubbed his hand up and down his back.

Jungkook popped open the cap of the bottle, eyeing Yoongi who positioned himself directly ahead, looking like absolute sin. And Hoseok by his side. Beautiful while he kept his boyfriend grounded, rubbing circles into his back and pressing kisses onto his face.

He honestly couldn't believe how lucky he was. How perfect they were. How perfect this moment was.

But still, he wanted to keep communication open. Perfect moment or not.

Jungkook caught Hoseok's eye between the couple's kisses, "You're sure you shouldn't be doing this..."

And in reply, a smile spread on Hoseok's face, "Yes, Jungkookie. We want it to be you. We trust you. Open up my baby." Hoseok looked back down at Yoongi and it seemed to Jungkook like they somehow had an entire conversation with their eyes alone. Yoongi nodded and Hoseok locked eyes with Jungkook again, correcting himself, "Open up our baby."

Yoongi swore under his breath and Jungkook had never related to something on such a deep, personal level in his life.

So he poured the lube on his hand, letting it slide around on his palm, warming it up, before he spread it over his fingers.

One. Two. Three... Four.

He traced his first finger against Yoongi's entrance, hearing the whimper of anticipation, feeling him move his hips back toward him.

Hoseok's hand rested flat on the small of Yoongi's back and a soothing voice filled the dark, "Still, baby."

Jungkook watched Hoseok cup the side of his boyfriend's face, staring into his eyes as Jungkook's finger slipped in easily to his knuckle. He'd barely started moving when-

"Mmmm-more." Yoongi moaned.

Hoseok chuckled, whispering something to Yoongi before rising again to crawl back to Jungkook, settling behind him. "We had some prep in the shower before you came over." Hoseok let his hands and mouth explore Jungkook's body. "He should be good for another finger or two when you're ready."

Jungkook reveled in the heat around his finger and the warm mouth on his shoulders and back.

How was this happening to him?

He pulled out the first finger and pushed back in with a second, the slide just as easy, so he went for a third.

Letting Yoongi's sounds guide him as he pumped his fingers in and out.

Then another voice was in his ear.

"That's it, slooooow, Jungkookie," Hoseok's arm hugged around his body, lubed hand wrapping around his cock.

Yoongi and Jungkook moaned at the same time.

Hoseok, breath hot in Jungkook's ear, continued, "Yoongi likes it just like this," their eyes darted to Yoongi before them, twisting the sheets in both of his fists and Jungkook's steady movement stretched him open, "He likes the slow ache, the build-up, and then the teasing along the edge."

Hoseok kept his hand moving along with the cadence of his words and Jungkook felt like he was about to burst.

Between Yoongi's moans and Hoseok's... existence, Jungkook could feel himself falling apart.

"Hoseok-"

But he couldn't even get his words out and Hoseok was moving his hand faster, his mouth on his neck and it was all Jungkook could do to keep his fingers moving in constant, slow rhythm for Yoongi.

And as if reading his mind, Hoseok's voice rumbled low in his ear, "How do you wanna come?"

The words echoed in his mind and he knew his answer immediately. Yoongi beat him to it.

"Come with me, Kook-ah. On my skin.... Fuck- Hobaaa?" the man's voice started in breathy excitement and dwindled down to a desperate whine.

They had done that to him. It was the hottest thing Jungkook had ever heard.

"Of course, baby," Hoseok shifted from behind, seating himself next to Jungkook, replacing his grip and continuing his pace on the youngest.

He coated a finger from his other hand with saliva, placing his hand on Jungkook's. Slipping his own finger into his boyfriend with Jungkook's fingers, stretching him further.

Because he knew Yoongi wanted to come feeling both of them inside him. That was what started this whole thing, wasn't it?

Jungkook was losing his mind.

Yoongi was beyond shame with the way his hips rocked back into the touch, nearly riding their fingers.

And Hoseok, with ridiculous coordination,  worked one hand around Jungkook while keeping pace as they both worked their fingers into Yoongi. Pushing Jungkook's fingers as they moved together, to help him find the smaller man's prostate, "Riiiiight... there."

Watching both of them intently, with so much intensity and emotion.

Wanting to see the exact moment when they both fell over the edge.

It happened for Yoongi first, sheets bunched up into a ball under his chest as he clenched and trembled around their fingers. Brought nearly to tears by the sensations coursing through his body.

Hoseok placed a kiss at the base of his boyfriend's spine as he came, making sure to keep a steady pace with his other hand on Jungkook.

And while Yoongi was still shaking beneath them, they slowly withdrew their fingers and that's when Jungkook felt it.

Like the rise of the tide, but beneath his skin. His breaths coming shallower and his face gathering heat.

"Oh, fuck- Yoon-"

And Yoongi stilled as best he could, waiting for the hot burst on his back as Jungkook released, groaning out both of their names in turn.

And somehow the idea that Jeon Jungkook, their friend from the sandwich shop, had just come all over his back was more intimate than he'd anticipated.

"Hoba-" he collapsed flat on the mattress, reaching a hand behind him, feeling the weight of his boyfriend's hand as he came to lay beside him, kissing his shoulder.

Hoseok made sure to reach for Jungkook's hand as well, ("Get in here!") laughing and pulling him clumsily along into the snuggle-fest.

They stayed for a while, sharing slow kisses, hearts opening in silence.

A few quiet minutes passed. Yoongi still laying on his stomach, hand draped atop Jungkook's and Hoseok's over his boyfriend's chest. Hoseok's heartbeat mixing with their pulses like the rhythm of a song yet to be written and all their own.

It was Yoongi who spoke first.

"Hoba..."

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you. Both of you. I'm ready."

"I know. Jungkookie's still sensitive, though." He turned to where Jungkook lay, big spoon beside him. "I can feel that you hardly have a refractory period, but... you wanna watch us make out until you're ready for more?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Excellent."

Hoseok shifted between them, looking back at Yoongi and crooked his finger.

Yoongi took the invitation, climbed on top, and straddled his boyfriend. He leaned down, chest to chest, and kissed him.

Hoseok dragged his hands up the sides of Yoongi's body and onto his back. Rubbing Jungkook's cum into Yoongi's skin and Yoongi groaned when he realized what his boyfriend was doing.

Hoseok pulled away with a small laugh, making quick and devious eye contact with Jungkook as he brought one of his hands to his lips and licked one of his fingers clean.

Hoseok turned back to Yoongi, the oldest's face an expression of pure holy-shit-did-he-just- , "Wanna taste our Jungkookie?"

Yoongi looked at Jungkook and repeated the youngest's reply, "Is that even a question?" before taking two of Hoseok's fingers into his mouth.

Jungkook watched, shook, as Yoongi lavished Hoseok's fingers with his tongue before they turned back to each other and shared a deep kiss, and blurted out to them, "I'm hereby making it known that I am very into this."

Hoseok laughed into the kiss (as only Hoseok could) and Yoongi intertwined his fingers with Jungkook's and the youngest could hardly imagine ever having to be without them.

And as he watched them kiss, he no longer felt like he was on the outside. Sure they'd moved fast tonight. But this wasn't a one-time thing. This wasn't casual. This wasn't him mistaking lust for trust.

No.

The way each of them made sure to keep physically connected to him even during the moments when they were wrapped up in each other. The way he was the first and only person they had ever considered bringing into their bed. The way they freely used the word 'our'.

Our baby.

Our Jungkookie.

He kissed Hoseok's shoulder and squeezed Yoongi's hand.

The couple parted, turning, without even needing to think before diverting their attention to him.

It took both of them to push him onto his back, peppering his face with kisses. Hardly any time at all before those kisses became more drawn out, each taking their time to touch him, taste him, bury their hands in his hair.

Hoseok pulled back, breathless, breaking their kiss, "Fuck, you're amazing, Jungkookie."

This wasn't a one-time thing.

"You're perfect," Yoongi whispered, claiming Jungkook's lips after Hoseok made way for him.

This wasn't casual.

They hadn't even asked, but they didn't have to.

He was theirs.

[a/n]

why do i do this

this was supposed to be crack

don't even understand my own brain

what do you guys think?

🥪 happens next part

as always, thanks for reading

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