fragment 𝑜𝒻 lu̲𝚜t.

yoongi, hoseok and you. + 21

pairing: dom! hoseok x reader x yoongi

tw: bad grammar, bad punctuation, smut, threesome, dirty talk, sucking cock, p in v and fingering. (tell me if missed smt)

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yoongi is disgusted with his behavior.

he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s wife, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact.

the walls of his shared apartment with Hoseok are way too thin.

he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster.

when he closes his eyes he thinks about how Hoseok fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame, and tries to imagine the squelching sound your pussy makes as Hoseok pounds into your cunt. 

he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. 

he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle.

it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or hobi smile in his direction. 

you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into Hoseok’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with yoongi.

he always spoke so fondly of yoongi - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were before you were married to Hoseok. you only recently began noticing a slight shift in Yoongi’s behavior.

you tried not to dwell on it at first and merely assumed that he was just going through something.

but one night, when you snuck away from Hoseok’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame.

you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening.

yoongi was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea.

you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your husband’s bedroom in utter shock. hook laughs when you tell him the story.

you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. 

“poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why yoongi managed to get laid in the first place. 

“I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug.

you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but Hoseok reassures you that yoongi wouldn’t cross any lines.

at this point, you wanted to satisfy your curiosities and you boldly asked Hoseok if he’s ever helped out yoongi when he was this desperate. 

“it’s happened a few times,” your husband honestly replies, “But Hyung and I know it doesn’t mean anything...” 

the heavy silence is only broken when you shock Hoseok with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist yoongi in his current predicament.

your pretty hobi’s eyes glimmer with excitement and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future. 

“Is this better, yoongi?” hobi murmurs, his thumb tracing over Yoongi’s throat as he looks down at him. 

he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while yoongi ays out flat across the mattress. 

his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs.

he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes.

his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.

“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length. 

hoseok raises his brow with approval and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.

“she is...” 

his fingers curl underneath Yoongi’s minty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp.

“you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against Yoongi’s lips, “now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”

fuck this is gonna be intense. 

a/n: more like this gonna come but don't know when and also i take request! vote and comment yr thoughts.