There Was Three in the Bed
After their flight gets rescheduled Y/N, Namjoon, and Seokjin have to share one bed in the airport hotel
Prompt: "It's 3am..." "I know..."/"Lie to me." (sorry I couldn’t get the third one to fit) It Occurred to me halfway through that you may not have wanted a Y/N fic please let me know if you want me to write one without the insert, although I don’t usually so it might not be very good.
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“There’s only one-bed” Namjoon deadpans.
“Very observant Joonie.” You sarcastically congratulate.
“There is three of us.” Jin points out the obvious. You roll your eyes at the pair.
“Don’t tell me in the ten years of knowing each other you’ve never had to cuddle?”
“That’s different, we were trainees, and we made the Maknaes and Hobi share so we didn’t have to.” Joon shrugs.
“Well it’s only one night and there weren’t any other hotels this close to the airport so suck it up. I’ll even take the middle if it makes you feel better.” Jin mumbles about you taking the middle so you can’t accidentally be kicked out in the middle of the night. Still, both men go about their bedtime routines without too many complaints from there.
Unfortunately, the plane you were supposed to be taking to Hawaii had a fault and the airline didn’t have a spare one until the following day, so you were stuck. You snuck away to the bathroom to change into your PJs while they were applying skincare. You had forgotten that you’d only packed skimpy shorts and a tank top. You’d been expecting to have separate bedrooms in a luxury Hawaiian suite. For a moment you considered asking one of them if they had an oversized shirt you could borrow, but they’re your best friends and after tomorrow they were going to see you in swimwear anyway, this was no more revealing.
Still, you rush to the bed quickly on the way out and clamber under the covers, snuggling into the middle. Your outfit doesn’t escape their notice though. Namjoon uses the mirror to watch as you hurry from the bathroom, and Jin didn’t even try to make it subtle as he outright gawks from the reading chair in the corner. Too wrapped up in getting to the bed you didn’t notice. But they caught each other’s gaze as they met in the middle.
They coughed and immediately refocused their attention to the task at hand, Jin disappeared into the newly vacated bathroom and Namjoon searched for his PJ bottoms in his carry on. Neither boy had thought to pack a sleep shirt for the plane and your check-ins were still with the airline. It was a good job you were booked first class, or you might not have bothered with a clothing change at all.
Still, you’re caught off guard when Jin reappears with no shirt. Even more so when Namjoon fails to find his bottoms and elects to strip to his boxers right in front of you. It’s like a scene from your favourite wet dream. You quickly pinch your leg to double-check as both men move to settle into the bed next to you.
“Everyone comfy?” Namjoon asks as he flicks out the light.
“Very snug.” You respond, nodding firmly in the dark.
“If either of you puts your cold feet on me I’ll scream,” Jin says, not really answering the question. Either way, you take it as a yes and shut your eyes ready to sleep through the night. Only it doesn’t quite go to plan.
You wake up in the early hours of the morning overheating and squished. At some point, you rolled onto your side and Namjoon had engulfed you in a bear hug. Jin’s legs were laced with yours and his nose was a hair away from yours.
“Guys?” You half-whisper, wriggling to see if you can free yourself. Unfortunately in your attempt to escape you back yourself into Namjoon’s very evident erection. He moans in his sleep and you still instantly. The sound goes straight to your stomach, waking the crush you’d thought you’d quelled years ago. In an attempt to escape the unwelcome rebirth of feelings you push forward, forgetting just how close Jin was. Your lips meet and before you can back away he reacts, sleepily kissing you back. Again your stomach flips. You’d thought long and hard about how those pillowy lips would feel, but never thought you get the chance to feel them.
You immediately sit up, jolting both the boys awake.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Namjoon glances at the alarm clock blinking on the desk. “It’s 3 am…”
“I know… I’m sorry, we were just, I was just…”
Jin blinks sleepily and reaches out to pull you back down to them.
“Are you still getting nightmares at your age?” He chuckles for a second before looking concerned that it might be the actual reason. He cuddles you in close and you freeze in his hold, brain still short-circuiting. “Seriously though are you okay?”
Namjoon switches the lamp on, illuminating the room. You can’t help glancing at the original source of your shock. He follows your gaze and immediately pulls the cover back up over his lap.
“Ah fuck Y/N, I’m sorry, I’ll go put my jeans back on if you want?”
“No it’s okay, it’s not that. I was just too hot…” It’s only a half-lie.
“Aww, are we too hot for you to handle Y/N?” Jin teases, even half asleep he thinks he is the funniest man on earth. You free yourself from his arms, sitting back up and covering your face with your hands. Somehow the room feels hotter than when you first woke up. “Oh… we are too hot for you.” And as if on cue, the strap of your tank top chooses that moment to slip down your shoulder.
Out of instinct Jin sits up and drags the strap back up, his fingers lingering against your skin. You peak out from behind your hands to find the men looking not at you but at each other. If you didn’t know any better you would have thought the look in their eyes was lust.
“Y/N?” Namjoon places his hand on your other shoulder. “Are you uncomfortable right now?” You drop your hands into your lap and shake your head, curiosity taking over any embarrassment you’d been feeling. They both take one last look at each other and then lean into you. Their lips press into your skin on either side, making their way up to your neck and to your cheek. When they meet in the middle you think they might kiss you. You’re surprised when they forgo your lips for each other.
Nothing has ever been sexier than the sight of your best friends together, but it does raise more questions than it answers.
They pull away almost reluctantly.
“Still comfortable?” Jin crowds even further into your personal space.
“Comfortable, but very confused. What are we doing?”
“Right now? We aren’t doing anything.” Namjoon shrugs, his fingers walking up the inside of your thigh.
“But we could be doing everything.” Jin finishes his thought, his own hand following a similar trail up the other side.
“And how long have you been doing everything together? And if you’re fucking around how have you never shared a bed…”
“About four years.”
“And Namjoon snores.”
“Are those your only reservations?” Namjoon’s face is half an inch from yours, his pointer finger is drawing circles right along the hem of your shorts, and it’s getting a little hard to think of a response, so you don’t. Instead, you close the gap.
You twist yourself into his lap and kiss him hard. Jin drapes himself over your back, kissing along the exposed skin. His fingers dance along the hem of your tank top, slowly tugging it up. Namjoon pulls away long enough to take the fabric away. His lips are then on your collarbone. Jin leans you back into his lap so he can kiss you as Namjoon busies himself with your body.
They coax you into stretching your legs in front of you so Namjoon can wiggle your shorts free. Jin cups your chest and tweaks your nipples, admiring the way you take in a deep breath at the pinch. Meanwhile, Namjoon drops a pillow to the floor and gets himself comfortable on his knees. When he is ready, his arms hook around your legs and pull you to the edge of the bed.
He wastes no time leaning in to taste you. He licks a long stripe along your slit, sucking lightly at your clit when he reaches it. He moans as his tongue delves between your folds
“Is it as good you wanted it to be baby?” Jin asks, but he isn’t asking you.
“So much better Hyung.” Namjoon glances up to look directly into your eyes as his tongue stills. You reach down to thread your fingers in his hair, but Jin stops you in your tracks. Instead he laces his fingers with yours and bites down on your shoulder.
“We are in control now Y/N… In fact, Joonie, hand me your belt please.” Namjoon reaches over for the belt and presents it to Jin no questions asked. “Thank you, baby.” He wrangles both of your wrists into one hand, not that your resisting, and takes the leather strap from Namjoon. The rapper tilts his face for a kiss as a reward and Jin complies. It’s quick and sweet but you can’t help the whine that escapes your lips, suddenly feeling very forgotten. Jin chuckles as Namjoon settles back down on the cushion. His nose presses against your clit as he pushes his tongue deep into your pussy with very little warning.
Your back arches involuntarily away from Jin just as he pulls the belt loop tight around your wrists. He uses his now free hands to force you back down against him. Namjoon adds two fingers in, switching the attention of his tongue back to your clit as the digits scissor inside. Jin leaves little marks along your shoulders, licking each one to soothe the bite.
“Hyung I don’t want to wait anymore.” Namjoon practically whines.
“Then don’t.” He responds, shuffling back so you pull away from Namjoon’s touch and lay flat on the bed. The warmth disappears from underneath you as Jin climbs off the bed. You’d lean up on your elbows to stare if your hands weren’t cruelly stuck in front. So you settle for staring at the ceiling, listening as their bottoms hit the floor. You can twist your neck just far enough to see them. Pressed against each other, Jin’s hand is between them as Namjoon kisses the elder's neck.
“Still comfortable Y/N?” Jin asks
“Getting a little cold.” You try to shrug. They both chuckle, pressing their foreheads together for one last moment before attending to you. Turns out Jin was rolling the condom onto Namjoon, something you probably wouldn’t have even thought of at this moment.
“Okay Jagiya, we’re coming, gonna need to flip you over though.” He walks purposefully back to the other side of the bed, slipping out of your peripheral vision. You squeal as each of them helps you roll over making them laugh at you, now supported by your forearms. You don’t get long to pout when you realise just how close to your mouth Jin’s cock is. He strokes your hair and positions the tip against your lips. You don’t get a chance to take it yourself. Namjoon pushes into you unexpectedly and forces you halfway down. Would have been the whole way if Jin hadn’t caught you. You can just about see the glare he gives the younger man, but it doesn’t stop him.
“I told you I didn’t want to wait Hyung” Jin shakes his head and helps you back up, inadvertently pushing you further onto Namjoon’s cock. You moan and the vibrations bring the same noise out of Jin. He sounds so pretty. You try to make him do it again, suckling eagerly at the tip as it rests heavily on your tongue. Unfortunately, you don’t get much time to focus as Namjoon sets an unforgiving pace behind you. He reaches around to play with your clit, his other arm forcing you to arch your back a little more.
Luckily Jin takes care of his own pleasure, using your mouth selfishly. He fucks into you almost as fast as Namjoon does. You’ve never felt more used… or more turned on.
Namjoon’s thrusts become sloppy, and his hand works harder against your clit. Your stomach tightens as the orgasm washes over you. As your walls squeeze around him Namjoon cums too. The last few tired thrusts hit deeper, pushing you further onto Jin’s cock. As Namjoon pulls out so does Jin, finishing himself off on your face. You try to look at him annoyed but it’s hard to do from this angle.
“That better not be in my hair.” You grumble.
“Sorry, it felt like a lot, and I didn’t want to drown you.” He laughs a little too loud for the early hour. He helps you to twist back over just as Namjoon comes back with a towel. He leans in to kiss away some of the cum before wiping gently at your face. He then passes the towel to Jin so he can move to wipe between your legs. They undo the belt and rub your wrists to make sure it hadn’t been too tight. When they seem satisfied, they finally let you up to go to the bathroom. You scoop up your PJs on the way past
You thought the air would be awkward when you came back in, but nothing had changed. Jin and Namjoon were back on their sides of the bed chatting happily, both now back in their pants
“We should probably get some more sleep,” you say glancing at the alarm clock again.
“Yeah Hawaii is a long flight, and I don’t know about you guys, but I am wiped out.” Jin comments. He helps you clamber over him into the middle and Namjoon turns the light off once more.
“So are we still just friends?” You ask into the darkness. “And please Lie to me…”
“Yes, we are just friends.” Jin answers.
“I asked you to lie.” You pout even if they can’t see it.
“And he did,” Namjoon responds, rolling over to pull you into his arms. He kisses the back of your neck as Jin turns to face you. His hand reaches over you and pulls at Namjoon, sandwiching you between the two of them.
“I don’t want to be just friends, but I do think we should talk about this when it isn’t 4 in the morning.” He says sensibly. He leans in, squishing you as he kisses Namjoon over your shoulder. You push at his chest until he backs away and grants you one more kiss.
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