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missed writing threesomes so I got into this

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He can’t— he can’t do this.

He clears his throat, walks back to the couch, knocks the bottles together a little harder so that his friends notice he’s there. But even as he sits down on the couch, the two of them make out for another few seconds before pulling apart with a wet click.

Jimin looks at him with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, bit tipsy.”

He gets a pat on the head, but right in his line of sight are Jimin’s spit-slick lips.

God fuck.

“Oh, no worries.”

He rasps, quickly hands Jimin another beer.

When he hands the other one to Taehyung he notices his hand wrapped around Jimin’s thigh. Those slender, long fingers. 

He should probably go home.

Everything in his body is urging him to go home, just go home. 

But he just stays right there, hand wrapped tightly around his beer, the tension in his body trying to find a way out. 

They were talking before, but now it’s just the music videos on the tv, and the three of them sitting there in silence. 

Fuck— maybe that kiss was their way of telling him he should go. And now he’s made it awkward by having another drink. 

“I’ll— I’ll go home after I finish this one.” He states, holding up his beer. “You’ll be rid of me soon.”

“You can stay.” Taehyung opts. “You know we don’t mind.”

“Yeah, you’re a regular on our couch anyway.” 

Jimin caresses the back of his neck, always so easy with his gentle touches.

He bites his lip, both of his friends have those warm eyes, so genuine. And he knows he can stay, they would never kick him out, but isn’t it also a little too much on them? 

They’re a couple, he can’t insert himself like this.

“No, no, I’ll go home, it’s not that far.” 

He promises, takes a big sip of his beer to show them that he’s really, really leaving soon.

The nice bubbly conversation they were having before doesn’t make a return however. And Taehyung’s hand is still wrapped around Jimin’s thigh, slender fingers rubbing over the fabric.

Jeongguk tears his eyes off, looks right at the tv screen instead, taps on his bottle. 

There’s something hanging in the air. 

It’s making his heart beat a little faster, slowly taking his breath away. 

In every fibre of his body he feels like he should not be here. 

but it’s electrifying, the thrill of it, the movement of Taehyung’s hand in his peripheral. It’s impossible not to cast a little glance.

Oh they’re—

That’s.

That’s definitely.

Yeah. That’s Taehyung’s hand right on top of Jimin’s crotch.

He can’t even gasp, entirely breathless as Taehyung rubs right against Jimin’s clothed cock.

Jesus fucking Christ.

This is not— this is not happening. 

Get up and leave. He needs to get the fuck up and leave. 

Next to him, Jimin breathes out the softest, prettiest moan. 

This really is happening. Right next to him. 

Neither Jimin nor Taehyung even seem to care that he’s still here. It’s as if they’ve completely forgotten, focused only on each other.

His heart hammers against his ribs, nothing makes any fucking sense. 

They would never do this. Years of friendship, they’ve never done this, it’s got to be a dream, a weird fever dream.

He looks back at the tv, the music video plays but he isn’t watching, the only thing that catches his attention is Jimin grabbing Taehyung’s wrist, and guiding it behind the waistband of his sweats, into his pants.

Fuck.

Flames lick at him, it’s like he’s just being burned alive right on the couch, unable to move, unable to talk. And worse is, that maddening arousal spiralling inside of him. 

The slow, steady up and down of Taehyung’s hand behind the fabric of Jimin’s pants says enough of what’s going on. But the soft, breathy moans falling from Jimin’s lips in that rhythmic manner.. 

Jeongguk swallows, gets drawn to it again. However this time, Jimin is looking right at him. 

It’s a forbidden sight.

Rosy cheeks, half-lidded eyes, parted, pink lips, messy hair. None of it for him, all of it is Taehyung’s.

Why can’t he look away? 

Right behind Jimin, a set of intense brown eyes catch his attention, completely paralyse him. The subtle, small grin that pulls on Taehyung’s lips sends a shiver down his spine.

It’s as if he’s saying; enjoying yourself?

His dick twitches in his pants, and he quickly looks down at it, the shape slowly starting to show through the fabric.

God fuck.

He tries to push it down, hopes he’ll go soft, but with Jimin’s pretty moans it just comes right back up, grows completely hard within seconds. 

He bites on his tongue, casts a glance at his friends, now making out right next to him. 

Nothing really could have prepared him for this; maybe that’s why he just sits there and stares, mouth hanging open the slightest bit. 

Clearly.. they don’t mind that he’s here. But it’s not like they don’t care. It’s not an act of: if we just kiss he’ll get the message and go. It’s all way too deliberate, their eyes on him just now.. they want him to stay and watch.