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Title: Wickedly
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shrdmdnssftw
Pairing: J-Hope/Jimin/V
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 3,149
Warnings Explicit sex, alcohol mention
Summary: Taehyung is a ladybug princess for Halloween and Jimin makes friends easily. (University!AU)
Author's notes: Couldn't have done it without the gang-- N, D, R, and others. Recipient, hope you enjoy!
At 2:30 in the morning, the party goers could pretend like they were still going strong and having fun if they wanted, but Taehyung wanted no part of it. His feet hurt. There was a spot on the couch between Hyosang in his Seo Taiji costume and Namjoon with Min Chucky on his lap. All Taehyung had to do was sidestep Seokjin’s angel wings and get there before Donghyuk reclaimed his spot. He brushed past someone dressed as the grim reaper and another kid from his econ class dressed as the teacher, keeping his drink and fairy wand close to his body. Taehyung just hoped his ladybug wings wouldn’t get crumpled up.
For a college “masquerade soiree” the costumes weren’t bad. There were cat burglars, cowboys, and vampires. The music was loud, the drinks were themed and garish, and the stoners in the corner were smoking the place up. The carpet was splashed with spilled beer and “dragon blood” punch, solo cups kicked into corners or under tables. A table top disco ball threw colorful light onto the living room walls.
A big wad of toilet paper with an eye smile intercepted him before Taehyung could sink into the couch cushions. Jimin pushed down a layer of toilet paper wrapped around his face and grinned up at Tae, swaying into his personal space.
“You look so good in that little skirt, TaeTae,” he said, tugging at the cheap ruffled polyester. A warm hand rubbed down his thigh and Taehyung rolled his eyes, swatting at Jimin half heartedly. Taehyung had basketball shorts on underneath, rolled up at the waistband, but it was a lot more leg than he was used to showing.
Taehyung grinned and waved his wand in Jimin’s face with a small flourish. “Am I pretty? Am I glowing?” He leaned in and tapped Jimin’s forehead with the wand.
“A vision,” Jimin crooned. He grabbed Taehyung’s hand and towed him towards the couch, tugging him down. Taehyung fell onto his lap with a squawk, holding his drink away from his body before it could slosh onto his costume before grinning up at Jimin.
Jimin, more than anyone else Taehyung knew, was a touchy feely kind of person. All hugs and lap sitting, cuddling and playfighting. Leaning into Taehyung as they finished up projects together late at night, pushing the boundaries of friendly skinship when they drank together. He was like that with almost everyone he could get away with, but Taehyung knew Jimin gravitated towards him in particular because he was more receptive than anyone else. When Jimin touched Taehyung, he melted. Let Jimin’s arms fall onto his body like a familiar old blanket, swooned into his hands, fell into his embrace like it was the easiest thing in the world. This, being perched on his lap in a ladybug princess power costume, didn’t feel like a couple thing, just a Jimin thing.
Toilet paper mummy costumes weren’t practical for lap sitting, but Taehyung made himself comfortable anyways. He sipped his drink and leaned away when Yoongi’s elbow swung into his field of vision and he averted his eyes in favor of the dance floor. He picked out Seokjin trying to keep up with another dancer, movements jerky and awkward.
Jimin’s arms tightened around his waist, hot, alcohol tinged breath buffeting his ear. “He’s hot.”
“Seokjin hyung? Seokjin hyung, too good for us and taken, him? Seokjin who probably looks better than me in a skirt?”
The way Jimin pursed his lips was cute. “Stupid. No, the guy dancing with him.”
Taehyung swung his eyes away from Seokjin-- who looked cute and hapless trying to dance-- and the man bumping and grinding against him like he was getting paid for it. Black, sweat slicked hair curling into his black-rimmed eyes, the collar of his shirt swooping low under the sharp tilt of his collarbones, broad shoulders capped with feather epaulettes and legs encased in faux leather.
“What the fuck is he?” Taehyung asked.
“Ideal.” Jimin rested his chin on his shoulder, digging into the bony part.
“Don’t analyze his dance technique.”
“I’m doing it.”
“Nope.”
“His hip flexibility, Tae. Look at that--”
“Stop.”
“You know what I could do with that range of motion?”
“Park Jimin.”
A breathy little giggle. “I mean it’s kind of obvious. Look at what he’s doing with it. Poor Seokjin hyung.”
Skirts were good. Skirts allowed Taehyung the breathing room that he needed with Jimin pseudo-analyzing a stranger’s grinding finesse, slipping a hand up his thigh and kneading it until Taehyung was squirming on his lap.
It looked like Seojkin finally found an out, flashing the Michael Jackson-birdman fusion a sweet apologetic smile and pulling himself out of those nice, toned arms.
“Taehyungie...”
“Yeah-- fuck, cut that out.” He swatted Jimin’s hands away from the hem of his up-ridden shorts, elbowing him in the gut and enjoying the dismayed grunt.
Jimin tipped Taehyung off his lap and got to his feet, leaving him to flop off of Yoongi and scramble as far onto the other side of the couch as possible.
“I’ll be right back!” Bits and pieces of his costume came undone and dragged behind him on his way. Jimin shook them off, shamelessly making for the crow boy.
Jimin was a good dancer, and he knew how to spot good dancers. The way they melded seamlessly together was mouth-watering. The other guy had a few inches on him, but he was also older. Jimin abandoned all the bboy and popping techniques he practiced religiously (instead of studying) in favor of rocking back into sharp hips, tilting his head back on a feathered shoulder and reaching up to tug a fistfull of hair. Hands settled comfortably on Jimin’s hips, a heart shaped smile dropping onto the skin of his neck. Introductions forgone and unnecessary. Taehyung cared more about who the upperclassman was than Jimin seemed to.
Taehyung wasn’t jealous. He just wanted in.
His hands flitted awkwardly on the hot skin of his bare thighs, tugging the skirt down self-consciously. He tried to focus on the conversation between Namjoon and Yoongi, perfect blackmail material. Yoongi’s voice was too hushed and low to catch on properly. The colored lights on the wall weren’t distracting either, just disorienting. He just wanted to lift his skirt air it out a little, but he’d never seen girls do that.
There wasn’t enough of a crowd to lose them in it. Taehyung’s eyes followed the hands tearing off toilet paper wrapped around Jimin’s torso and running up his ribs, making his shirt ride up. Colorful light reflected off their sweat sheened faces, playing off the planes of the crow boy’s cheekbones. Taehyung’s mouth felt full of cotton-- he peeled his tongue off the roof of his mouth and took a swig of his beer.
Most of the bottle was gone when Jimin wriggled out of the boy’s arms. The drink went down with a pang of disappointment until Jimin turned and locked his hand around the boy’s bony wrist, towing him over to the couch.
Taehyung forced himself to loosen up his painful grip on his drink and his own thigh, scooting over just in time to make room for the pair. Jimin’s sweaty body made the tight fit slide easier, to Taehyung’s sheer horror. He cringed away from the arm Jimin tossed casually around his shoulder, pieces of toilet paper still stuck to it.
The boy leaned over Jimin and stuck out his hand, palm red and slick.His grin was dazzling though, and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to shake hands.
“Hoseok!” The boy -- Hoseok -- shouted over the din. Up close, his cheekbones were even more pronounced, and the eyeliner looked smudged and poorly applied. He was pretty, so pretty. And definitely older. Jimin would like that.
“Taehyung!” He unclasped Hoseok’s hand and let it fall onto Jimin’s thigh.
Jimin grunted and pulled the beer out of Taehyung’s clasp, taking a long swig. His chest heaved, still trying to catch his breath. “Quit shouting, Tae.”
Jimin and Hoseok were cooling off, but Taehyung was flushed with the heat of Jimin’s body pressing into his side, the rosy glow of Hoseok’s neck and chest, diving under his shirt. The hand that Jimin curled possessively on Taehyung’s bare knee. Hoseok’s smile was amicable and Jimin was perfectly sociable, but none of them were in this for the small talk.
“So...” Hoseok coughed, looking more out of his element (change?) than Taehyung had seen him all night. “Are you two, like...” He made a vague gesture between them.
“Yep!”
Taehyung choked. “No.”
At least, not anything he would admit to.
“And have you ever-- I mean like, with another person... with someone else....?”
Oh. Oh, okay. Jimin’s eyes lit up, disappearing into a crescent eye smile. He glanced over at Taehyung, who glanced down at his lap.
“Taehyungie, can we?” his voice warbled over the words.
“It sounded hypothetical, Jimin.”
“No!” Hoseok’s voice broke in. He cleared his throat. “I’m not-- like if that makes you uncomfortable that’s fine, but....” he leaned over Jimin again, getting close enough for Taehyung to smell the punch on his breath. His hand, long, pretty fingers, hovered over the spot next to Jimin’s hand on his thigh. Without thinking, Taehyung pushed his hand onto his skin, not missing Jimin’s intake of breath.
“Yeah,” Taehyung finally breathed.
“Yeah?” Jimin.
He bit his lip and nodded, breath hitching when both Hoseok’s and Jimin’s hands tightened around his thighs.
“Bathroom’s probably free,” Jimin bit out.
Taehyung dreaded the waddle towards the bathroom, not really hard but definitely uncomfortable. Jimin rubbed circles into Taehyung’s skin, pulling a stuttered sigh out of him.
“Jimin,” he breathed.
Jimin dropped his hand from Taehyung’s thigh, jumping to his feet and pulling Taehyung up before he could miss the touch. Without looking back, Taehyung knew Hoseok was following as they pressed past the crush of people and towards the bathroom. All the bedrooms that lined the hallway were shut, some with pirate bandanas or pumpkin patterned socks hanging off the doorknobs. Jimin, eager and insistent, shoved them both in the bathroom, flipped on the lights and swung the door shut.
“Now what?” he said.
Taehyung blinked rapidly, adjusting to the harshness of the stark bathroom light compared to the flickering darkness of the party. The music was muffled by the door and he could finally hear himself think. Maybe that was why he’d agreed to this out there, because he couldn’t hear his rationale scream at him not to.
At this point it didn’t matter. Hoseok was already shrugging off his ridiculous feather gear and his shoulders-- well defined under the sweaty shirt that clung to his skin-- were broad and beautiful.
“Taehyung-ah.” Hoseok’s voice was so much nicer when he could actually hear him. He glanced up.
“You want this, right? This is okay with you?”
Was it? Taehyung trailed his eyes from Hoseok’s thighs, up his trim torso and rested them on the dainty curve of his lips. Jimin came up behind him, melding perfectly into his body and radiating familiar warmth.
“Hell yeah.”
Jimin’s hands raked down his sides, one going to tug the hem of his skirt and the other diving under the ruffles.
“Does this even fit you? How the hell are we gonna get it off?” Jimin asked, huffing. Whatever Taehyung meant to say, it was lost through his moan when Jimin’s hand slipped under his shorts and rubbed him through his briefs.
“Fuck, Jimin,” he panted, rocking into his palm. Jimin’s little chuckle rumbled in his chest and Taehyung felt it acutely, shuddering.
“You’re so fucking striking together,” Hoseok said almost reverently, eyes hooded. He reached out, skimming the curve of Taehyung’s jaw with his fingertips. The gesture was too intimate for a bathroom quickie, but he leaned into it, sighing.
“Are we pretty, hyung?” Jimin crooned, pressing the heel of his palm into Taehyung’s growing hardness and making him hiss. Jimin rolled his hips into his ass, pushing him into his hand and pulling a moan out of him.
Hoseok chuckled, popping the button of his sinfully tight pants and shimmying them down his thighs, struggling to push them down around his ankles.
“I can’t wait to get on my knees in these,” he said, huffing out a little laugh.
Anticipation shot down his spine, curling hot in his gut. Hoseok was going to suck him off under his ladybug costume skirt. The situation was all kinds of blissfully absurd. Especially when Jimin snuck his hands under the waistbands of his briefs.
“Jimin, holy shit,” he said, voice hitching up. Jimin didn’t stroke him, not risking the friction. It was still so good, but still not enough.
Especially not when Jimin pulled his hand out and smacked his inner thigh. “Spread ‘em, babe. Let Hoseok hyung take care of you.”
He whined plaintively, spreading his legs apart as Hoseok dropped to his knees gracelessly. Taehyung was off kilter, tilted the wrong way on his axis. With Jimin pushing his shorts and briefs down to grind into his bare ass, and Hoseok’s breath puffing on his suddenly exposed dick, everything was spinning and he couldn’t keep up.
“You ok, TaeTae?” Jimin asked, hand wrapping around his base and making him shudder.
“Wonderful. Good. Yes. Absolutely. Please, go ahead. Green light ahoy.” Taehyung licked his lips. He wasn’t begging to get sucked off when Hoseok was so ready to deliver and Jimin was dry humping him.
It was, he had to admit, sweet how concerned they were for him.
When Hoseok finally wrapped his pretty lips around the head of his dick, Taehyung saw stars.He groaned deep in his chest, making both of them groan in response and sending vibrations up his dick.
“Holy shit, Tae, you sound so good,” Jimin muttered, rocking into him, breath against his neck. “You sound so wrecked-- I’ll bet Hoseok hyung never heard a voice like that, so nice and deep. Don’t hold back, Taehyungie, he’s being so good to you. Let him hear how good he is.”
Hoseok was so, so good, taking him until he hit the back of his throat and looking up at him with watery, black-rimmed eyes. Jimin’s hands were firm on his hips, pinning him in place so he didn’t choke Hoseok. He tried to keep still, thighs clenched and body tightly wound as he weathered through the overwhelming sensation on all fronts. Jimin was hard in his jeans and Hoseok came up for air, pressing feather light kisses up his shaft.
It was filthy, it was shameless. It was intimate and sweet in a way that bathroom blowjobs shouldn’t have been.
Taehyung wasn’t going to last long, not while he watched Hoseok’s hand dive between his own legs and stroke himself, cock hot and heavy, more than impressive. The little moans Hoseok let out around him were intoxicating. He felt Jimin pry himself off his body, putting enough space in between them to unzip his pants and shove a hand in his underwear.
It was too goddamn hot in the tiny bathroom, sweat breaking out on Taehyung’s skin. Hoseok was swallowing as much of him as he could take, nearly gagging, and without Jimin’s hands on his hips Taehyung’s hips jerked forward instinctively. Hoseok choked, hands flying up to stay Taehyung’s hips before he pulled off with a pop.
“I’m so sorry--” Taehyung blurted, falling silent when Hoseok hushed him, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Look,” Hoseok said, wrapping a hand around him and flicking his wrist lazily. “I’m gonna try and deepthroat you, just pull back every once in a while so I can breathe and don’t push me down too fast.” His voice was raw and fucked out, He took Taehyung’s hand and put it on his head, grinning up at him. “Not too fast, okay?”
Jimin tipped his head onto his shoulder as Hoseok sunk down onto him again. “Goddamn, Tae, you are so lucky,” he said.
Taehyung didn’t bother answering, entangling his fingers in Hoseok’s sweat slick hair and slowly-- so slowly-- pushed Hoseok down, groaning when Hoseok tilted the angle of his head and the head of Taehyung’s dick slid down his throat with a pop. His knees quaked and Hoseok had to brace his hands on his thighs.
Hoseok was so hot and wet around him, taking him deeper than anyone else in his short twenty two years of life on Earth. It was shameful, how he moaned for Hoseok, also reaching back for Jimin as he moaned high pitched in Taehyung's ear. It didn’t take much effort to play up the noises Hoseok drew out of him for Jimin, knew how Jimin got off on his moans and sighs. It wasn’t a race, but Taehyung didn’t want to be the one to come first.
Jimin’s mewls and moans increased in pitch and volume and he buried his face in the juncture of Taehyung’s neck. They were both gone, Taehyung lost to the sensation of Hoseok swallowing him down again, Jimin to the sounds Hoseok elicited from Taehyung. Warm lips pressed against his shoulder before Jimin was biting down and with a hoarse shout, he came, making a mess all over himself and Taehyung. It was disgusting, but Taehyung was more focused on the tongue curling on the underside of his cock. The pain of Jimin’s bite and Hoseok's tongue digging into his slit had white hot pleasure shooting down Tae's spine. Made his legs numb and sunk his vision, before he hastily jerked out of Hoseok’s mouth and spurted onto his lips and cheek.
Jimin sunk to the floor and Taehyung sunk to his knees, batting Hoseok’s hands away from his dick and replacing it with his mouth. What he lacked in finesse he made up for in sheer, fucked out enthusiasm, sucking sloppily and practically preening when Hoseok keened and came into his mouth. He hastily swallowed it down before he could taste it-- licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Hands gripped the back of his costume and yanked him into a sitting position, Jimin scooting closer to him as Hoseok lolled his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder. There was an insistent knocking at the door, but they ignored it. There were other bathrooms in the house, but Taehyung didn’t have another pair of legs to carry him out of this one. With trembling hands, he tucked himself back into his shorts and grimaced at the wet spot seeping through his costume.
“This was my sister’s costume,” he said, gesturing helplessly.
“Dry cleaning,” Jimin said easily. “Or just toss it. Nothing lost.”
Hoseok chuckled. “It got my attention.”
“No,” Jimin said, “I got your attention. But we both do a hell of a job keeping it once we have it.”
If Hoseok minded, his bright laugh wasn’t an indication.
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shrdmdnssftwPairing: J-Hope/Jimin/V
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 3,149
Warnings Explicit sex, alcohol mention
Summary: Taehyung is a ladybug princess for Halloween and Jimin makes friends easily. (University!AU)
Author's notes: Couldn't have done it without the gang-- N, D, R, and others. Recipient, hope you enjoy!
At 2:30 in the morning, the party goers could pretend like they were still going strong and having fun if they wanted, but Taehyung wanted no part of it. His feet hurt. There was a spot on the couch between Hyosang in his Seo Taiji costume and Namjoon with Min Chucky on his lap. All Taehyung had to do was sidestep Seokjin’s angel wings and get there before Donghyuk reclaimed his spot. He brushed past someone dressed as the grim reaper and another kid from his econ class dressed as the teacher, keeping his drink and fairy wand close to his body. Taehyung just hoped his ladybug wings wouldn’t get crumpled up.
For a college “masquerade soiree” the costumes weren’t bad. There were cat burglars, cowboys, and vampires. The music was loud, the drinks were themed and garish, and the stoners in the corner were smoking the place up. The carpet was splashed with spilled beer and “dragon blood” punch, solo cups kicked into corners or under tables. A table top disco ball threw colorful light onto the living room walls.
A big wad of toilet paper with an eye smile intercepted him before Taehyung could sink into the couch cushions. Jimin pushed down a layer of toilet paper wrapped around his face and grinned up at Tae, swaying into his personal space.
“You look so good in that little skirt, TaeTae,” he said, tugging at the cheap ruffled polyester. A warm hand rubbed down his thigh and Taehyung rolled his eyes, swatting at Jimin half heartedly. Taehyung had basketball shorts on underneath, rolled up at the waistband, but it was a lot more leg than he was used to showing.
Taehyung grinned and waved his wand in Jimin’s face with a small flourish. “Am I pretty? Am I glowing?” He leaned in and tapped Jimin’s forehead with the wand.
“A vision,” Jimin crooned. He grabbed Taehyung’s hand and towed him towards the couch, tugging him down. Taehyung fell onto his lap with a squawk, holding his drink away from his body before it could slosh onto his costume before grinning up at Jimin.
Jimin, more than anyone else Taehyung knew, was a touchy feely kind of person. All hugs and lap sitting, cuddling and playfighting. Leaning into Taehyung as they finished up projects together late at night, pushing the boundaries of friendly skinship when they drank together. He was like that with almost everyone he could get away with, but Taehyung knew Jimin gravitated towards him in particular because he was more receptive than anyone else. When Jimin touched Taehyung, he melted. Let Jimin’s arms fall onto his body like a familiar old blanket, swooned into his hands, fell into his embrace like it was the easiest thing in the world. This, being perched on his lap in a ladybug princess power costume, didn’t feel like a couple thing, just a Jimin thing.
Toilet paper mummy costumes weren’t practical for lap sitting, but Taehyung made himself comfortable anyways. He sipped his drink and leaned away when Yoongi’s elbow swung into his field of vision and he averted his eyes in favor of the dance floor. He picked out Seokjin trying to keep up with another dancer, movements jerky and awkward.
Jimin’s arms tightened around his waist, hot, alcohol tinged breath buffeting his ear. “He’s hot.”
“Seokjin hyung? Seokjin hyung, too good for us and taken, him? Seokjin who probably looks better than me in a skirt?”
The way Jimin pursed his lips was cute. “Stupid. No, the guy dancing with him.”
Taehyung swung his eyes away from Seokjin-- who looked cute and hapless trying to dance-- and the man bumping and grinding against him like he was getting paid for it. Black, sweat slicked hair curling into his black-rimmed eyes, the collar of his shirt swooping low under the sharp tilt of his collarbones, broad shoulders capped with feather epaulettes and legs encased in faux leather.
“What the fuck is he?” Taehyung asked.
“Ideal.” Jimin rested his chin on his shoulder, digging into the bony part.
“Don’t analyze his dance technique.”
“I’m doing it.”
“Nope.”
“His hip flexibility, Tae. Look at that--”
“Stop.”
“You know what I could do with that range of motion?”
“Park Jimin.”
A breathy little giggle. “I mean it’s kind of obvious. Look at what he’s doing with it. Poor Seokjin hyung.”
Skirts were good. Skirts allowed Taehyung the breathing room that he needed with Jimin pseudo-analyzing a stranger’s grinding finesse, slipping a hand up his thigh and kneading it until Taehyung was squirming on his lap.
It looked like Seojkin finally found an out, flashing the Michael Jackson-birdman fusion a sweet apologetic smile and pulling himself out of those nice, toned arms.
“Taehyungie...”
“Yeah-- fuck, cut that out.” He swatted Jimin’s hands away from the hem of his up-ridden shorts, elbowing him in the gut and enjoying the dismayed grunt.
Jimin tipped Taehyung off his lap and got to his feet, leaving him to flop off of Yoongi and scramble as far onto the other side of the couch as possible.
“I’ll be right back!” Bits and pieces of his costume came undone and dragged behind him on his way. Jimin shook them off, shamelessly making for the crow boy.
Jimin was a good dancer, and he knew how to spot good dancers. The way they melded seamlessly together was mouth-watering. The other guy had a few inches on him, but he was also older. Jimin abandoned all the bboy and popping techniques he practiced religiously (instead of studying) in favor of rocking back into sharp hips, tilting his head back on a feathered shoulder and reaching up to tug a fistfull of hair. Hands settled comfortably on Jimin’s hips, a heart shaped smile dropping onto the skin of his neck. Introductions forgone and unnecessary. Taehyung cared more about who the upperclassman was than Jimin seemed to.
Taehyung wasn’t jealous. He just wanted in.
His hands flitted awkwardly on the hot skin of his bare thighs, tugging the skirt down self-consciously. He tried to focus on the conversation between Namjoon and Yoongi, perfect blackmail material. Yoongi’s voice was too hushed and low to catch on properly. The colored lights on the wall weren’t distracting either, just disorienting. He just wanted to lift his skirt air it out a little, but he’d never seen girls do that.
There wasn’t enough of a crowd to lose them in it. Taehyung’s eyes followed the hands tearing off toilet paper wrapped around Jimin’s torso and running up his ribs, making his shirt ride up. Colorful light reflected off their sweat sheened faces, playing off the planes of the crow boy’s cheekbones. Taehyung’s mouth felt full of cotton-- he peeled his tongue off the roof of his mouth and took a swig of his beer.
Most of the bottle was gone when Jimin wriggled out of the boy’s arms. The drink went down with a pang of disappointment until Jimin turned and locked his hand around the boy’s bony wrist, towing him over to the couch.
Taehyung forced himself to loosen up his painful grip on his drink and his own thigh, scooting over just in time to make room for the pair. Jimin’s sweaty body made the tight fit slide easier, to Taehyung’s sheer horror. He cringed away from the arm Jimin tossed casually around his shoulder, pieces of toilet paper still stuck to it.
The boy leaned over Jimin and stuck out his hand, palm red and slick.His grin was dazzling though, and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to shake hands.
“Hoseok!” The boy -- Hoseok -- shouted over the din. Up close, his cheekbones were even more pronounced, and the eyeliner looked smudged and poorly applied. He was pretty, so pretty. And definitely older. Jimin would like that.
“Taehyung!” He unclasped Hoseok’s hand and let it fall onto Jimin’s thigh.
Jimin grunted and pulled the beer out of Taehyung’s clasp, taking a long swig. His chest heaved, still trying to catch his breath. “Quit shouting, Tae.”
Jimin and Hoseok were cooling off, but Taehyung was flushed with the heat of Jimin’s body pressing into his side, the rosy glow of Hoseok’s neck and chest, diving under his shirt. The hand that Jimin curled possessively on Taehyung’s bare knee. Hoseok’s smile was amicable and Jimin was perfectly sociable, but none of them were in this for the small talk.
“So...” Hoseok coughed, looking more out of his element (change?) than Taehyung had seen him all night. “Are you two, like...” He made a vague gesture between them.
“Yep!”
Taehyung choked. “No.”
At least, not anything he would admit to.
“And have you ever-- I mean like, with another person... with someone else....?”
Oh. Oh, okay. Jimin’s eyes lit up, disappearing into a crescent eye smile. He glanced over at Taehyung, who glanced down at his lap.
“Taehyungie, can we?” his voice warbled over the words.
“It sounded hypothetical, Jimin.”
“No!” Hoseok’s voice broke in. He cleared his throat. “I’m not-- like if that makes you uncomfortable that’s fine, but....” he leaned over Jimin again, getting close enough for Taehyung to smell the punch on his breath. His hand, long, pretty fingers, hovered over the spot next to Jimin’s hand on his thigh. Without thinking, Taehyung pushed his hand onto his skin, not missing Jimin’s intake of breath.
“Yeah,” Taehyung finally breathed.
“Yeah?” Jimin.
He bit his lip and nodded, breath hitching when both Hoseok’s and Jimin’s hands tightened around his thighs.
“Bathroom’s probably free,” Jimin bit out.
Taehyung dreaded the waddle towards the bathroom, not really hard but definitely uncomfortable. Jimin rubbed circles into Taehyung’s skin, pulling a stuttered sigh out of him.
“Jimin,” he breathed.
Jimin dropped his hand from Taehyung’s thigh, jumping to his feet and pulling Taehyung up before he could miss the touch. Without looking back, Taehyung knew Hoseok was following as they pressed past the crush of people and towards the bathroom. All the bedrooms that lined the hallway were shut, some with pirate bandanas or pumpkin patterned socks hanging off the doorknobs. Jimin, eager and insistent, shoved them both in the bathroom, flipped on the lights and swung the door shut.
“Now what?” he said.
Taehyung blinked rapidly, adjusting to the harshness of the stark bathroom light compared to the flickering darkness of the party. The music was muffled by the door and he could finally hear himself think. Maybe that was why he’d agreed to this out there, because he couldn’t hear his rationale scream at him not to.
At this point it didn’t matter. Hoseok was already shrugging off his ridiculous feather gear and his shoulders-- well defined under the sweaty shirt that clung to his skin-- were broad and beautiful.
“Taehyung-ah.” Hoseok’s voice was so much nicer when he could actually hear him. He glanced up.
“You want this, right? This is okay with you?”
Was it? Taehyung trailed his eyes from Hoseok’s thighs, up his trim torso and rested them on the dainty curve of his lips. Jimin came up behind him, melding perfectly into his body and radiating familiar warmth.
“Hell yeah.”
Jimin’s hands raked down his sides, one going to tug the hem of his skirt and the other diving under the ruffles.
“Does this even fit you? How the hell are we gonna get it off?” Jimin asked, huffing. Whatever Taehyung meant to say, it was lost through his moan when Jimin’s hand slipped under his shorts and rubbed him through his briefs.
“Fuck, Jimin,” he panted, rocking into his palm. Jimin’s little chuckle rumbled in his chest and Taehyung felt it acutely, shuddering.
“You’re so fucking striking together,” Hoseok said almost reverently, eyes hooded. He reached out, skimming the curve of Taehyung’s jaw with his fingertips. The gesture was too intimate for a bathroom quickie, but he leaned into it, sighing.
“Are we pretty, hyung?” Jimin crooned, pressing the heel of his palm into Taehyung’s growing hardness and making him hiss. Jimin rolled his hips into his ass, pushing him into his hand and pulling a moan out of him.
Hoseok chuckled, popping the button of his sinfully tight pants and shimmying them down his thighs, struggling to push them down around his ankles.
“I can’t wait to get on my knees in these,” he said, huffing out a little laugh.
Anticipation shot down his spine, curling hot in his gut. Hoseok was going to suck him off under his ladybug costume skirt. The situation was all kinds of blissfully absurd. Especially when Jimin snuck his hands under the waistbands of his briefs.
“Jimin, holy shit,” he said, voice hitching up. Jimin didn’t stroke him, not risking the friction. It was still so good, but still not enough.
Especially not when Jimin pulled his hand out and smacked his inner thigh. “Spread ‘em, babe. Let Hoseok hyung take care of you.”
He whined plaintively, spreading his legs apart as Hoseok dropped to his knees gracelessly. Taehyung was off kilter, tilted the wrong way on his axis. With Jimin pushing his shorts and briefs down to grind into his bare ass, and Hoseok’s breath puffing on his suddenly exposed dick, everything was spinning and he couldn’t keep up.
“You ok, TaeTae?” Jimin asked, hand wrapping around his base and making him shudder.
“Wonderful. Good. Yes. Absolutely. Please, go ahead. Green light ahoy.” Taehyung licked his lips. He wasn’t begging to get sucked off when Hoseok was so ready to deliver and Jimin was dry humping him.
It was, he had to admit, sweet how concerned they were for him.
When Hoseok finally wrapped his pretty lips around the head of his dick, Taehyung saw stars.He groaned deep in his chest, making both of them groan in response and sending vibrations up his dick.
“Holy shit, Tae, you sound so good,” Jimin muttered, rocking into him, breath against his neck. “You sound so wrecked-- I’ll bet Hoseok hyung never heard a voice like that, so nice and deep. Don’t hold back, Taehyungie, he’s being so good to you. Let him hear how good he is.”
Hoseok was so, so good, taking him until he hit the back of his throat and looking up at him with watery, black-rimmed eyes. Jimin’s hands were firm on his hips, pinning him in place so he didn’t choke Hoseok. He tried to keep still, thighs clenched and body tightly wound as he weathered through the overwhelming sensation on all fronts. Jimin was hard in his jeans and Hoseok came up for air, pressing feather light kisses up his shaft.
It was filthy, it was shameless. It was intimate and sweet in a way that bathroom blowjobs shouldn’t have been.
Taehyung wasn’t going to last long, not while he watched Hoseok’s hand dive between his own legs and stroke himself, cock hot and heavy, more than impressive. The little moans Hoseok let out around him were intoxicating. He felt Jimin pry himself off his body, putting enough space in between them to unzip his pants and shove a hand in his underwear.
It was too goddamn hot in the tiny bathroom, sweat breaking out on Taehyung’s skin. Hoseok was swallowing as much of him as he could take, nearly gagging, and without Jimin’s hands on his hips Taehyung’s hips jerked forward instinctively. Hoseok choked, hands flying up to stay Taehyung’s hips before he pulled off with a pop.
“I’m so sorry--” Taehyung blurted, falling silent when Hoseok hushed him, eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Look,” Hoseok said, wrapping a hand around him and flicking his wrist lazily. “I’m gonna try and deepthroat you, just pull back every once in a while so I can breathe and don’t push me down too fast.” His voice was raw and fucked out, He took Taehyung’s hand and put it on his head, grinning up at him. “Not too fast, okay?”
Jimin tipped his head onto his shoulder as Hoseok sunk down onto him again. “Goddamn, Tae, you are so lucky,” he said.
Taehyung didn’t bother answering, entangling his fingers in Hoseok’s sweat slick hair and slowly-- so slowly-- pushed Hoseok down, groaning when Hoseok tilted the angle of his head and the head of Taehyung’s dick slid down his throat with a pop. His knees quaked and Hoseok had to brace his hands on his thighs.
Hoseok was so hot and wet around him, taking him deeper than anyone else in his short twenty two years of life on Earth. It was shameful, how he moaned for Hoseok, also reaching back for Jimin as he moaned high pitched in Taehyung's ear. It didn’t take much effort to play up the noises Hoseok drew out of him for Jimin, knew how Jimin got off on his moans and sighs. It wasn’t a race, but Taehyung didn’t want to be the one to come first.
Jimin’s mewls and moans increased in pitch and volume and he buried his face in the juncture of Taehyung’s neck. They were both gone, Taehyung lost to the sensation of Hoseok swallowing him down again, Jimin to the sounds Hoseok elicited from Taehyung. Warm lips pressed against his shoulder before Jimin was biting down and with a hoarse shout, he came, making a mess all over himself and Taehyung. It was disgusting, but Taehyung was more focused on the tongue curling on the underside of his cock. The pain of Jimin’s bite and Hoseok's tongue digging into his slit had white hot pleasure shooting down Tae's spine. Made his legs numb and sunk his vision, before he hastily jerked out of Hoseok’s mouth and spurted onto his lips and cheek.
Jimin sunk to the floor and Taehyung sunk to his knees, batting Hoseok’s hands away from his dick and replacing it with his mouth. What he lacked in finesse he made up for in sheer, fucked out enthusiasm, sucking sloppily and practically preening when Hoseok keened and came into his mouth. He hastily swallowed it down before he could taste it-- licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Hands gripped the back of his costume and yanked him into a sitting position, Jimin scooting closer to him as Hoseok lolled his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder. There was an insistent knocking at the door, but they ignored it. There were other bathrooms in the house, but Taehyung didn’t have another pair of legs to carry him out of this one. With trembling hands, he tucked himself back into his shorts and grimaced at the wet spot seeping through his costume.
“This was my sister’s costume,” he said, gesturing helplessly.
“Dry cleaning,” Jimin said easily. “Or just toss it. Nothing lost.”
Hoseok chuckled. “It got my attention.”
“No,” Jimin said, “I got your attention. But we both do a hell of a job keeping it once we have it.”
If Hoseok minded, his bright laugh wasn’t an indication.
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Jimin is a riot in this - praise be to precocious young dancing boys!
Also just...10/10 on all the outfits, esp haviing Hoseok in his Animal get up
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writer, thank you so much for this wonderful fic! i never imagined that i would get this ship written but i'm so, so happy with this. i am a huge sucker for 95 line friendship and i love that it was present in here, but also i love the way you wrote their dynamic, how it shifted as hoseok joined, and how the three of them came together.
this was really hot and really lovely and i am so happy about the enthusiastic consent. putting taehyung in the ladybird outfit had me (///////o\\\\\\\) and just. this was great, i don't know how to thank you enough for this!
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