bound to us
pairings: minjoonseok, minor taegi and jinkook genre: smut, fluff, uni au, rated xxx warnings: explicit sexual content, anal sex, sex toys, light bondage, dom/sub, subspace, polyamory negotiations words: 1858
summary: There’s no Jimin to watch as Namjoon curves up into Hoseok’s touch, his toes curling when Hoseok’s fingers splay in the scratchy patch of hair on Namjoon’s crotch, his nose trailing across Namjoon’s abdomen. It’s only Hoseok who watches as Namjoon pulls against his restraints, his hips bucking up into Hoseok.
⇢ part three of you and me (+him)
“So you and Minnie wanna invite me to your bed?” Hoseok asks, completely relaxed in his seat as he swirls his straw around in his drink.
A total one-eighty from Namjoon who’s sweating and clutching his hands together in his lap, not having any idea how to go about this. Jimin is better at things like this. A lot better.
Namjoon curses Jimin’s final for what feels like the thousandth time already.
Hoseok is still staring at him though, expecting an answer and Namjoon sighs, fidgeting in place when he finally speaks. “Yeah. I mean, wasn’t it fun last time?”
Namjoon bites his lip to keep him from saying anything else. He’s pretty sure that one wrong word will make Hoseok leave and Namjoon doesn’t want to be the one to ruin this for Jimin.
Hoseok nods, his mouth pursed. “I don’t think fun would be the word I would use, but yeah. By all means, it was fun, very fun.”
Namjoon gulps nervously, all too aware of the predatory glint in Hoseok’s eyes. “Um, so yeah. Jimin would like it a lot if you agreed.”
“Just Jimin?” Hoseok asks. “Don’t you want me to say yes too?”
“Of course, I do,” Namjoon flounders about for a response that makes sense, cursing Jimin’s final again. “We both do.”
Hoseok tilts his head to the side, the glint flashing in his eyes when he does and Namjoon stills, a hazy feeling beginning to curl at the edges of his mind. “You said Jimin would like it if I said yes. You never said yourself. So, tell me, do you both want me?”
The feeling is spreading now, almost like a quickfire and Namjoon is helpless, so he answers honestly, a little desperate. “Yes.”
“Prove it.”
Namjoon blinks, the feeling disappearing as confusion takes over. “Prove it?”
Hoseok nods, a smirk spreading across his lips as he does. “Prove it,” he repeats.
“How?” Namjoon ventures to ask.
Hoseok’s smirk spreads wider and Namjoon isn’t sure he’s going to like what that means.
Namjoon whines, his body feeling on fire as Hoseok lets his fingers trail up his calf and pause at his knee.
Jimin had given the okay, so it’s not like Namjoon’s cheating on him. Namjoon would never. This is what Jimin wanted anyway, for him and Hoseok to get along and Namjoon is willing to do that for him.
But he also can’t deny the tiny feeling of guilt that’s curling in his belly for liking this. For wanting this.
He can still remember the last time. Hoseok had used the same knots then as well, they’d done this exact same thing. But Jimin had been there, Jimin had been watching it all unfold, even directing certain aspects of it.
Jimin isn’t here now.
It’s just Namjoon and Hoseok right now.
There’s no Jimin to watch as Namjoon curves up into Hoseok’s touch, his toes curling when Hoseok’s fingers splay in the scratchy patch of hair on Namjoon’s crotch, his nose trailing across Namjoon’s abdomen. It’s only Hoseok who watches as Namjoon pulls against his restraints, his hips bucking up into Hoseok.
Hoseok is shirtless, but his jeans are still on, the material rough against Namjoon’s legs. Hoseok’s smirk has never left his face this entire time, and Namjoon would find it irritating if he also wasn’t sporting a hard on right now. Hoseok’s fingers trail down until they’re running up and down the shaft, touch feather-light and enough to drive Namjoon insane.
Namjoon whines again, the guilt beginning to build when the hazy feeling curls at the edge of his mind once more.
Namjoon doesn’t even know why he’s feeling guilty. Maybe because he loves Jimin and without Jimin here to see all of this unfold, Namjoon is only doing this for his own pleasure. Jimin’s been the one pleasuring him for almost two years now, but now Hoseok is above him, touching him in places that only Jimin has ever been allowed to touch and Namjoon likes it.
Hoseok’s hand travels further down until Namjoon can feel him at his rim, his dainty hands toying at the buttplug Jimin had pushed into him early this morning before they went along their daily normal schedules, kissing each other goodbye with Jimin even reminding him that he had lunch with Hoseok. Namjoon tries to pull his legs up to cover himself up when his morning tryst with Jimin flashes through his mind, but the ropes tied around his ankles keep him secured, spread open for Hoseok to take.
And take he does. Hoseok worms the buttplug out of Namjoon easily, remnants of Jimin’s come trickling out and down his backside, the feeling a little uncomfortable. Hoseok’s smirk curves into a smile, the kind that Namjoon’s been used to ever since he and Hoseok met in a philosophy class last semester.
Hoseok had kept popping up then, Namjoon feeling a little dazed when Yoongi introduced Hoseok to him as his friends with benefits. That had lasted all of two weeks before Jimin introduced Taehyung to Yoongi and Yoongi had focused on trying to woo him then. Hoseok had laughed about it with Jimin later and the two grew close trying to play matchmaker with Taehyung and Yoongi. Eventually, Hoseok brought around Seokjin to their group of friends, a new friend with benefits for him. Taehyung had brought Jeongguk a little while later and their circle of friends had been completed.
Of course, Hoseok had been a little sad when Seokjin broke off their arrangement to pursue Jeongguk, but Jimin had curved an arm around his shoulder and bought him a drink, reassuring him that things would be okay. Namjoon had watched it all unfold, the glimmer in Hoseok’s eyes when he’d look at Jimin, the soft smile Jimin always wore when Hoseok’s name was brought up. At first, Namjoon had thought Jimin would break up with him to date Hoseok instead, but that had died down when Hoseok had stayed over at their place one night, completely drunk and instead of kissing Jimin, he turned right around and kissed Namjoon instead.
After that, Hoseok came to their place often and Jimin welcomed him with open arms. Namjoon had as well, but less enthusiastically. He and Hoseok began to bicker constantly after the kiss, Namjoon still feeling a little guilty whenever he tried to apologize for it to Jimin. Jimin, the kind and loving soul that he is, brushed it off as nothing and assured Namjoon that he didn’t mind. As long as Namjoon was happy and he came home to Jimin every night, Namjoon could kiss whoever he wanted.
Of course, then “The Talk” had happened and Jimin discussed about him being polyamorous in full detail to Namjoon. Namjoon had nodded along, not the least bit surprised because he felt he might be as well. Jimin mentioned Hoseok’s name in passing during their talk and Namjoon had nodded again, knowing what Jimin was implying.
The next time Hoseok came around, Namjoon willingly kissed him then cried about it later in Jimin’s arms that night. Hoseok was confused, even more confused when Namjoon sought out any excuse to argue with him afterward as if nothing had ever happened, and it wasn’t until the whole fiasco with his project was it that he and Hoseok finally fucked.
Just like they’re about to do now.
Hoseok’s circling his rim, his gaze on Namjoon and Namjoon meets it, a flush working across his face when Hoseok smiles at him kindly, without any of the teasing that Namjoon’s used to.
“Joonie, if you don’t want to, just tell me. Alright?” Hoseok asks.
Namjoon shakes his head, his wrists beginning to sting, but it’s a good sting, a sting that brings a wave of arousal with it. “I want to. Please, Hobi, I need it.”
Hoseok doesn’t bother speaking then and Namjoon finds that Hoseok doesn't actually have to say anything when he's bottoming out in Namjoon some odd minutes later. Hoseok quickly establishes a brutal pace that leaves Namjoon seeing stars and Jimin is far from his mind when Hoseok finds his prostate and fucks into him with renewed fervor.
His cock is long and thin and reaches just where Namjoon needs it the most. His restraints keep Namjoon from tangling his fingers into Hoseok's hair, but that's the way Hoseok likes it and when Hoseok cants his hips forward once more, his cock grazing leisurely across Namjoon's prostate once more, Namjoon finds that he could quickly get used to being fucked just like this.
Fucked just like this with Hoseok deep in him, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the bedroom he and Jimin share with the scent of sex and sweat permeating the air around them. It's heavenly, Namjoon thinks, so god damn perfect. His restraints dig into his skin and sting again, but it's still a good sting and Namjoon moans, letting his mind go blank as he finally immerses himself in subspace, trusting Hoseok to take care of him. To fuck him good and hard until Namjoon's whining and coming on their stomachs.
Because Namjoon has always trusted Hoseok, since the very first moment they met in philosophy class and had continued to cross paths afterward. It's taken Namjoon a little more time than he expected to realize it.
Namjoon loves Jimin.
It's a fact. Something he's known for a while now. And Jimin loves him too, just as much as Namjoon loves him.
But Namjoon knows that Jimin loves Hoseok too. That doesn't bother him as much as it might have a few months ago.
Namjoon doesn't feel threatened by Hoseok's mere presence anymore, not like he used to be and their bickering has died down to what they used to have before sex and feelings began butting into their friendship. Namjoon doesn't mind the sexーgod, the sexーor his feelings either, but he's glad that they're able to interact normally again now.
Jimin is in love with Namjoon while he's also falling in love with Hoseok and Namjoon finds that he might be too.
Of course, it's not like Namjoon can be certain about it though. He feels it's much too early to decide and it'd taken almost two years of he and Jimin being together for Namjoon to fall completely in love with him, so he knows that he's not in love with Hoseok, but he does love him. Just the same as Jimin does.
And on most nights, after they've all exhausted their energy, the sheets sticky with their come and sweat, Hoseok curls up in between Namjoon and Jimin and kisses them both goodnight before he falls asleep. It's sweet and endearing and Namjoon finds that it'd be easier if Hoseok just moved in already since he's always spent more time at their apartment than his own anyway. Jimin thinks so too, so when they bring it up to Hoseok a few months later, he readily agrees.
After Hoseok moves in, Namjoon finds that little feeling of guilt that used to plague him has long since been replaced by adoration for his boys.