(Warning: OT3 relation ship 😛😛😛)
"Hey, babe. I'm here. You're okay." Jungkook soothed Yoongi by stroking his sweaty hair, and caressing his cheek.
"Junnggghh-kkkhhhh~"
Jungkook grabed Yoongi's hand in both of his, and smiled. "I'm here baby. I'm not going anywhere." Yoongi started whining even more, which confused Jungkook, because his fever had actually lowered down by a lot. Suddenly, just out of the blue, Yoongi sat straight up and pushed Jungkook back, so that the maknae was laying down on the bed right beneath Yoongi.
He grabbed Jungkook's wrists and pinned them to the mattress and smashed their lips together. Jungkook whined and tried and pull away, but with their current position, he didn't seem to have very much control. Jungkook gasped as he felt Yoongi's soft beautiful lips and wet tongue trailing down his jawline, but felt himself thrust the open air between them when Yoongi began sucking at biting at the younger's neck. And that's when he realized his oldest boyfriend's newest choice of clothing.
Tied to the top of Yoongi's head was a white laced head band, his lips were redder than their usual pale pink shade (which Jungkook figured Yoongi borrowed some lipstick from Seokjin's and Namjoon's bedroom), and he was wearing a cotton navy blue and white laced maid attire. 'Holy shit, my boyfriend Yoongi is wearing a dress.' Jungkook thought to himself. 'I mean, yeah sure, I would expect Hoseok hyung to do something like this, but Yoongi?! Not that I don't enjoy it . . .' His thoughts were interrupted by a low groan, and out of the corner of his eyes he noticed his other boyfriend Hoseok stretching and waking up. The said boy sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes, yawning adorably in a way that had Jungkook wanting to squeeze and kiss the older boy.
"I-Is Yoongi hyung, wearing a-a dress???"
"Mmm-hmm." Jungkook mumbled through the kiss that Yoongi had him in at the moment. Jungkook smiled into the kiss, when he heard a long dragged out deep breath from Hoseok. Hoseok was definitely turned on.
"Shit, that's hot . . . " Hoseok panted.
Yoongi removed his mouth from Jungkook's small lips to smirk at the young dancer "You wanna join? Hmm? You know . . . there's always enough of me for both of you."
Hearing those filthy words from the oldest of the three had a whine escaping Jungkook's mouth, which made Hoseok's semi hard-on twitch, and his skin-tight leather pants tighten.
"Fuck you . . . both of you, you fucking teasers. I got dance class in like, fifteen."
"We could give you a quicky, right Kookie baby?"
"Uh-huh . . . . . holy shit you two are so hot, you're making me hard."
"So," Yoongi said climbing off of Jungkook (who whined at the loss of contact) and striding over to Hoseok, before leaning into his ear and whisper. "What do you say, want us to pleasure you?"
Hoseok shivered and (shakily) breathed a few times before speaking. "Fuck you, and you, I almost hate you two as much as I hate my boner."
"Yeah . . . almost." Yoongi repeated. "But you don't." And just when Hoseok thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. Jungkook spread his own legs wide (A/N: Well he is Mr. Wide Spreading Legs . . . #Sorrynotsorry) and placed his hand on his tent, then did something that mentally killed Hoseok (and made Yoongi more confident that they would convince Hoseok to stay). "Hhoosseeoookkkk~" Jungkook whined several pitches higher then his usual talking voice, before adding a quiet and breathy moan, while thrusting into his hand repeatedly.
"See? Slutty Kookie is getting horny, poor baby . . ." Yoongi said pouting at Hoseok, one hand holding his shoulder against the wall, and the other rubbing at Hoseok's erection.
"Hyyuunnnggg~" Hoseok groaned loudly and rolling his hips into Yoongi's tight grip. "Mmmhh~ Y-You two are just a couple of horny pieces of shit, you know." Hoseok reached a trembling hand, gripping Yoongi's wrist, removing the older boy's hand from his wrist.
"Isn't that why you love us hyung?" Jungkook asked smiling lazily as Hoseok grabbed his bedroom key.
Instead of replying, the dancer glared at his youngest boyfriend, flipped him off, childishly stuck his tongue out at Yoongi, locked the door from the inside and closed it behind him.
Yoongi smiled at Jungkook lovingly before climbing back up on the bed, hovering just barely over Jungkook, his hot panting breath ghosting over the younger's skin, sending electric shivers up and down Jungkook's skin. Jungkook choked on his own breath when Yoongi sat down on his abdomen, because he felt something lightly tickling his sensitive skin.
"You're not really, oh my god Yoongi." Jungkook groaned as realization hit him.
"What??!!!!" Yoongi defended starting to blush.
"Are you really wearing lingerie?!" Jungkook questioned.
"S-shut up, I dressed like this for you, asshole!"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, hyung; it's turning me on like you wouldn't believe. It's just that, I never realized how much more sluttier you are than Hoseok hyung."
Yoongi pouted at the younger boy's words and shifted so that he could grind himself onto the erection through the fabric of Jungkook's sweatpants. "Yoongi hyung!!!!!" Jungkook screamed immediately followed by a loud moan, his voice echoing off the walls, causing Yoongi to cover Jungkook's mouth.
Suddenly, both boy's hearts clenched when they heard the clicking and turning of the doorknob, and Seokjin burst through the door, followed by a not-so-energetic Namjoon.
"Jungkook what's wrong--- Uhhh . . . Oh, um well. . . I guess we'll be going---" Seokjin pushed Namjoon and started leaving the bedroom, only to pop his head back in a second later. "Hey, uhh Yoongi! Just out of curiosity; where did you get that dress?"
"There was a bag that said 'Seokjin's Clothes for tonight' in Namjoon's handwriting followed by a winkey face in the closet, so I wore them . . . ?" Yoongi said starting to feel embarrassed and self-conscious.
"What the HELL Kim Namjoon?!" Seokjin crossed his arms and tilted his head at the younger boy. "So what, when you want to have sex with me now you have to drug me with aphrodisiac and dress me up like a fucking maid?!"
"Namjoon gave you aphrodisiac???!!!" Yoongi and Jungkook screeched in unison.
"Well, no- Not technically,---"
"It's a long story." Namjoon concluded, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing nervously, completely ignoring the death glare Seokjin gave him (which basically meant: 'yeah, and it's all your fault').
