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Christmas used to be just another day for Yoongi. It used to be a normal winter day when he would play with his best friend in snow back in Daegu. They would spend the whole afternoon in the backyard building snowmen and making snow angels. Thinking about it, he did have some fond memories of them trying to taste snow and doing things every other curious kid would think of at that time, but he didn’t really count it as a Christmas memory.

His family didn’t do anything special for Christmas Eve. In fact, he remembered going to school on that day every year unless it fell on the weekend. And he didn’t mind because it really was just an ordinary day. His parents often worked the whole day and so he would just do his homework quietly in his room after his basketball club.

As he grew up, the holidays slowly became more popular around the country which he blamed on the movie industry. He remembered his classmates in high school chatting about how romantic this and that Christmas movie was. And slowly, just like that, families started decorating their houses to match the trend.

He thought it was out of place, but never told his mom.

“Hyung! Where are the lights for the christmas tree?” Taehyung walked in and out of the kitchen every few minutes to ask some random questions and maybe Yoongi would be annoyed if it wasn’t for his sparkly brown eyes and the boxy smile he carried.

Taehyung was one of those people who’d gladly embraced the Christmas trend. Not because of the presents like other kids his age, but because of family gathering. Yoongi remembered how he would invite him and his family over to their house to have a nice dinner with them and chat about everyday things. Their house was also decorated, maybe too much, and he knew it was Taehyung’s work.

For what it was worth, his decorating skills had advanced a whole lot since. He was more into minimalism which was something Yoongi was eternally thankful for because he could not live in an apartment full of ugly red and green christmas decorations.

They still had more than what Yoongi thought was necessary, but their place actually looked decent. Taehyung was into silver and white for the past few years, so their apartment was a little winter wonderland as the younger liked to call it and as much as Yoongi didn’t like to admit it, he thought it was adorable.

Taehyung was one of the cutest people. Except, well, when he wasn’t cute at all.

“Tae, play some carols!”

Then there was Seokjin who fully supported Taehyung in bringing the entire Christmas spirit into their home. He would always reason that it was just because he was whipped for the youngest, but Taehyung never asked him to dance and hum christmas carols while baking, so his excuse was invalid. But if he ever tried to bring the arguments and receipts on the table, both Seokjin and Taehyung would wave him off after thirty minutes of discussing how it would not be enough evidence for him to sue Seokjin and win the court, which he wasn’t even trying to do, but his boyfriends were a little obsessed with law.

Not even a minute later they were singing Feliz Navidad and everything else Taehyung had in his christmas w beloved playlist. But it was okay. Yoongi could live through that. Even if he heard the same thing on repeat the other day and the day before and basically since the beginning of December.

Yoongi was focused on cutting some sweet potatoes, but he felt Taehyung’s presence in the kitchen once again. It was alarming because one Taehyung wanted to decorate the kitchen (even though they’d had a whole court case about it with Seokjin being the judge, which Yoongi supposedly had won), and two Taehyung near kitchen appliances was a big nono.

~You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I’m telling you why, Santa Claus is comin’ to town.~

The two boys sang and danced together to the melody, making a little show for Yoongi when he finally looked at them and gave them an unimpressed smile. That didn’t stop them, in fact they worked harder as if they were trying to win his genuine smile.

“You guys are annoying,” he said with a shake of his head and turned back to his vegetables that he still needed to cut. He took some carrot and cut it into perfect circles, trying to get rid of the image of his two boyfriends dancing and singing together.

They were too fucking cute and endearing. Yoongi ended up biting his smile away and acted like nothing happened.

“Hyung,” Taehyung whisper-whined a moment later, his hands wrapping around Yoongi’s waist as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

Yoongi knew he was pouting but he wasn’t going to give in. It’d been years and he’d become immune to that power.

So suck it up.

Taehyung nuzzled his nose against his neck, quietly humming along the next song. “Sing with me hyung,” he said and started swinging their bodies to match the slow melody. Yoongi let him do whatever he wanted, but he didn’t sing like requested, he continued cutting the carrots.

He was comfy like that. Taehyung’s body covered most of his so he was warm. The younger smelled like gingerbread, so sweet and cozy. It was nice with the whole Christmas atmosphere. Not that Yoongi liked it because he didn’t. It was annoying.

“Tae,” Yoongi sighed when his boyfriend took his left hand and intertwined their fingers. Taehyung peppered kisses on his cheek and jaw, giggling in mischief. “I’m trying to cook here baby.”

“So? Cook,” Taehyung mumbled and hugged him tight.

Yoongi heard Seokjin saying something along the lines how cute I must record this which wasn’t shocking since he always had to capture every moment. It was funny how Taehyung and Seokjin were the typical lovey dovey couple while he was just out there complaining and pretending to be annoyed when in reality he loved everything just as much as they did.

“I need my hands to cook,” he chuckled, but didn’t make any effort to release his hand. “Why don’t you go decorate the tree, hm?” He suggested, hoping Taehyung would easily get excited about that and leave him with his curry-in-process.

“Because,” Taehyung started, bringing his lips to the older’s cheek to leave a peck. “I want. Us. To decorate it together,” he said between kisses.

God he was so sweet. Yoongi wondered why it’d taken them two decades to get together when he’d always been that fond of him. They probably wouldn’t even be together if it wasn’t for Seokjin. In fact Yoongi still hadn’t completely comprehended how it all happened. He just felt too lucky to be with them and didn’t really want to look into how they came to be anymore because overthinking never brought good things.

Seokjin taught a bunch of law subjects at the university Taehyung attended and happened to be one of his professors for a semester. And Taehyung, the easy flirt he was, had his eyes on him ever since day one. He would always tell Yoongi about the classes and complained how a law professor was breaking laws by brushing his hair to the back to expose his forehead.

The two of them started going on dates after their course was done and eventually became a couple. Yoongi was happy for his best friend but realized there was something more, something he was missing. And apparently Taehyung had been missing it too without being aware of it until Seokjin pointed it out. After that, somehow with the help of all the gods out there, they all found themselves in love.

So yeah, Yoongi felt a little bit too lucky sometimes, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“How about you and Seokjin go decorate the tree while the cookies are in the oven and I will join you guys later to hang a bunch of ornaments?” Yoongi smiled and turned around in Taehyung’s embrace to face him.

“I’m almost done with the dough, so I’m in,” Seokjin said while he stirred all the ingredients until it was smooth. He was wearing the christmas apron Taehyung got him last year and Yoongi had teased him about how ridiculous he’d look in that. He was wrong of course. Seokjin would never look ridiculous no matter what he was wearing.

One of his greatest charms.

Taehyung smiled at Seokjin before his gaze fell on Yoongi again. He was a little taller, but Yoongi didn’t mind. He used to hate how the younger outgrew him, but not anymore. He felt safe like that.

“Okay fine, but you must tell me you love me first,” Taehyung said with a smirk, pulling Yoongi closer when he was trying to escape his embrace.

Yoongi hated to be put on spot like that because it was a little embarrassing. It had taken him a while to be able to voice his feeling to both Seokjin and Taehyung and once he did, Taehyung had been abusing it in the cutest way. He would always ask him to say it.

“Don’t be silly now. Go, shoo, I need to focus on cooking,” he tried to avoid the situation, feeling his cheeks getting warmer.

“Ow hyung! Don’t you love me?” Taehyung had the audacity to pout when he was just a heartbeat away from him, he had the audacity to flutter his eyelashes so cutely just to make Yoongi give in.

He wasn’t going down easily.

“Oh my god fine. I love you,” Yoongi said just a moment after because nope he still wasn’t immune to that face.

Taehyung smiled so brightly his eyes turned into crescents and Yoongi just knew no matter how many times he was going to tell him that, the younger would still be just as happy if not happier. It was always the little things that made him shine so brightly and Yoongi appreciated that about him.

They just started at each other for a few seconds before Taehyung cupped his cheeks and pulled him up for a big smooch on the lips, making an exaggerated kissing sound before he was pulling away. “Kay thanks,” the younger said sweetly with a grin as he turned around and started walking away.

“Yah at least say you love me too!” Yoongi yelled after him after an unsuccessful attempt of grabbing his arm.

It had been like that even before they started dating. Taehyung would always show him affection and ask him to return it in the cutest ways. Back then he hadn’t thought much of it, but now he knew the younger just liked to play with him and make him embarrassed.

“He’s a handful sometimes isn’t he?” Seokjin chuckled from behind him, one of his palms settling on Yoongi’s small waist and Yoongi realized that both of his boyfriends enjoyed backhugging him way too much. Not that he minded. He liked hugs.

“Most of the times,” Yoongi admitted, leaning back against his older boyfriend.

“But we love him.”

“So much.”

Seokjin hummed in agreement and after a quick kiss on top of his head, he left to his side of the counter where he’d been baking and Yoongi immediately returned to cutting the vegetables, smiling to himself because he felt so warm and loved.

For the longest time Yoongi had thought they were so soft with him to make him feel included, but he was starting to see they just simply loved him that much. He was sure he loved them more but he wouldn’t say that because it would lead to another homemade court and he was not going to win against them.

He made a mental note to tell them more often though.

“Feeling the christmas spirit finally?” Seokjin teased.

“Huh?”

Yoongi must have been too lost in his thoughts to even notice he’d started humming along the carols which must have taken a while considering he’d finished cutting the vegetables and was already stirring it in the pot.

At least Taehyung wasn’t there to hear it. He’d never hear the end of it.

“It’s catchy. Annoyingly catchy,” he made a lame excuse.

“Here try this,” Seokjin approached him, dipping his finger in the dough before bringing it to the younger’s mouth.

Yoongi made a grimace at that, immediately shaking his head. “Disgusting. Stop,” he complained. Why was Seokjin like that. So annoying. “I am not gonna lick it of your finger if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Why not? You like l-“

“Shut up! Just shut up,” Yoongi quickly silenced him, pressing his palm against the older’s mouth. His cheeks quickly warmed at that and he was absolutely sure he was redder than the Santa hat Seokjin was wearing to match the cringey elf apron.

Quickly he opened the drawer and took out a teaspoon to scoop some of the dough and taste it. Seokjin laughed at him and licked his finger clean with a shrug. It was sweet, Yoongi could definitely feel the cinnamon, honey and what he guessed was hazelnut. The older was trying a new cake this year, so they were all curious how it would turn out.

Seokjin’s baking hobby was endearing. Yoongi would often wake up to all kinds of sweet scents coming from the kitchen, especially during the weekends when all of them were at home. He’d bake for their birthday, for holidays and whenever he felt like he wanted to brighten up their days, so Yoongi often left for work with a box of cakes.

“What is it you’re thinking about, hm?” The older said sweetly and put the dough bowl away just so he could hold Yoongi’s hand and sweep some of his hair away from his eyes tenderly.

“Nothing. The dough is sweet,” he said.

“Not as sweet as you,” Seokjin said with a wink, laughing at Yoongi’s eye roll.

“God you’re so cheesy,” Yoongi laughed in the end too and wrapped his arms around the older’s neck when he was hugged. He was so done with his boyfriend’s flirty comments, but he could definitely do with a few kisses here and there.

And Seokjin did kiss him, caging him against the counter. It was a sweet kiss, their lips slowly moving because they had nowhere to hurry. His cheek was gently thumbed when the older tilted his head to the other side to change the position up a bit. His lips tasted after the dough a little, but Yoongi liked it.

He knew Seokjin was taking his time with kissing him now that he was aware of Yoongi’s mood. He would normally just give him a few pecks and leave him do his things, but Yoongi was feeling extra loving today so he took an advantage of that.

Taehyung and Seokjin kissed a lot, way more than Yoongi did with them. It didn’t mean they loved him less though, they just knew when he was in the mood for more affection and attention. The fact that they knew him so well was a little scary, Yoongi thought.

“Look at you being so needy for kisses,” Seokjin teased him when they pulled away for just a second.

And of course he had to say something about it. Another thing Taehyung and Seokjin had in common was that they both loved teasing him. Yoongi complained that it was already getting old and that it was no longer funny, but they kept on doing it just to annoy him.

Idiots.

He didn’t get a chance to make up an excuse before he felt the older’s lips on his own again and he actually hummed in satisfaction in that exact moment, and he could feel Seokjin smirking into the kiss.

“Yoongi-hyung I thought you had to focus on cooking,” Taehyung whined from the living-room where he placed a big box and a few bags on the coffee table. “You just sent me away because you wanted to get rid of me,” he pouted.

Yoongi broke the kiss and Seokjin stepped aside so they could look at the youngest. Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest and sulked as if he was waiting for an explanation.

“You’re so silly Tae,” Yoongi laughed and checked the forgotten curry, silently praying the vegetables weren’t overcooked.

“By the way,” the younger started a minute later. “I bought some new ornaments. We’re bringing some rose gold here this year. I also have some stuff for the kitchen and-“

“Absolutely not. We said no overdoing, remember?” Yoongi immediately objected.

Taehyung usually ended up having everything his way, but this was something Yoongi had won rightfully. The one time he managed to somehow bullshit his way out of his boyfriends’ stupid laws. He’d put his blood sweat and tears into that discussion, bringing everything he had to convince them it was a bad idea to have decorations in the kitchen.

“Objection, you never stated the definition of overdoing and in my dictionary this is far from that so,” Taehyung said with a serious tone, looking at his nails before he looked up to meet Yoongi’s eyes again, raising his eyebrow just to taunt him.

“What the actual- that is not fair. That’s cheating and violating the law!”

Seokjin was trying hard not to laugh. That little shit. Yoongi regretted kissing him earlier.

Yoongi continued his monologue about how Taehyung was breaking the rules they had and reminding him of that one evening when all three of them sat at the table and had the discussion about the very matter. And the younger remained unbothered, walking over to him to take a sip of tea from his mug. The audacity.

“Well then,” Taehyung said before he gulped down the rest of the tea. “Sue me baby I know the law,” he finished and returned to the living room.

Seokjin couldn’t hold it anymore.

Speechless. Yoongi just stood there with his mouth open not knowing what to say. Both of his boyfriends were traitors. “I hate law people. You two should’ve been actors because you’re both fake,” he said under his nose and returned to cooking once again.

~

It was much later. They’d had their christmas dinner and were currently sprawled on the couch in the living room. Taehyung had just opened his last present that he got from Seokjin and Yoongi. It was a leather briefcase for work and he was in love with it, singing about how cool he was going to look in a long coat, the new bag and whatever hats he owned.

They didn’t do many presents. Each of them got only one because they already had too many things in the apartment (not that it stopped Taehyung from buying more ornaments and things they weren’t really going to use). He’d already threatened him he’d throw it all away if he kept bringing more things, but there was only so much he could do against that pouty face.

They were going to watch the crime show they’d started watching on Netflix which would probably end up with them arguing over whose theory was correct and why. Just their normal evening. Honestly, Yoongi thought his ideas and assumptions were the most original, but somehow he would always end up being laughed at. His imagination was a little bit wilder than theirs, so what.

“I’m gonna make us some hot chocolate,” Yoongi said and grabbed the few empty plates from the coffee table to put them in the sink.

Taehyung had added a few fairy lights to the kitchen and put one wreath made of christmas balls on the dining table. It actually looked really cozy when everything was dark and just the lights were on. He did a great job decorating the christmas tree as well. The rose gold addition made the entire apartment feel a little warmer which was more than welcome during the cold days.

It’d taken the younger a few hours to finish everything and he was undoubtedly proud of his work. So was Yoongi, but he didn’t say anything. Or not yet. He was sure Taehyung would make him admit it later on. There was a pattern and he knew it too well. He’d ask him once they were all in bed and too sleepy to complain.

“Use the Starbucks mugs please!” Taehyung yelled from where he was gathering all the used-up wrapping paper.

Another thing. Taehyung was a sucker for mugs which was as endearing as it was weird and unpractical. At that point, Yoongi didn’t even bother counting how many cups they had in the kitchen. Pastel mugs, coffee cups with cute gold or rose gold writing and now the new edition to the family – the three christmas animal mugs Taehyung had bought the moment Starbucks started selling the winter seasonal drinks.

And since the mugs had already been bought, Yoongi might as well make a good use out of them.

By the time he was back, the sofa was stretched out and covered with a fluffy blanket and several throw pillows. That was Seokjin’s doing. He was as obsessed with pillows and blankets like Taehyung was with mugs. Yoongi hadn’t even noticed he’d switched those up, but now seeing the white and pink theme going on, he suspected he and Taehyung must have teamed up.

“Yay thank you!” Taehyung said when Yoongi passed him his polar bear cup, pursing his lips to get a kiss from the older.

“Welcome,” Yoongi smiled at him and gave him a quick peck, doing the exact same thing with his older boyfriend.

The episode was ready so as soon as Yoongi joined them on the couch, Seokjin pressed play and they were good to go. It was nice. The christmas tree, the stupid penguin mug with hot chocolate, the blanket and the pillows and his sappy boyfriends. Everything was perfect.

Maybe Yoongi complained too much for no reason.

Twenty minutes into the episode and Taehyung seemed to be bored. Well, it wasn’t one of the most interesting episodes, so Yoongi felt for him. It was a classic murder with not much to discuss. A filler, as Seokjin called every boring episode. The older at least tried to pretend he was actually invested in the story, but soon gave in and started playing around with Taehyung.

Yoongi was following both the episode and his boyfriends who were fooling around doing stare contests, which was more of a fluster contest in his opinion. They were getting touchy to make the other lose, laughing when Seokjin lost for the nth time in a row. Taehyung was good at that, that’s why Yoongi never played, no point trying to win something that was already lost before the start.

“For someone who’s thirty years old you sure get flustered a lot,” Taehyung teased Seokjin after yet another defeat.

“I’m twenty-nine I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

They all laughed at that because even though it was an old joke, it was never not funny. Seokjin lying about his age was cute. Yoongi wasn’t sure why he it bothered him so much since he looked as good as ever and there was no hint of him getting old on his face either.

The episode was getting to the peak when Seokjin and Taehyung started kissing. It wasn’t just pecks, it was passionate kissing with heavy breaths and chasing lips everywhere. Yoongi liked watching them kiss, but he also needed to see the end of the episode otherwise he wouldn’t have his mind at peace. He needed to know if his theory was correct, not that the other two would care. He didn’t think they listened to him when he explained it.

At that point Taehyung was lying on top of Seokjin, kissing his neck and leaving bites here and there. They were all under the new blanket, so Yoongi couldn’t really tell much but he was sure they must have been grinding against each other at least. It was distracting.

They were whispering things Yoongi couldn’t hear but he figured it was just something dirty anyway. He was finally about to learn who killed the journalist in the episode so he had to focus on that.

“God hyung,” Taehyung moaned quietly, but loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

It didn’t seem like they were planning to stop anytime soon. If anything, things were only getting more intense. Whatever Seokjin had done seemed to trigger Taehyung to suck on the older’s neck harder until he was hissing from pain. It was going to leave pretty marks for sure.

“Wanna fuck that dirty mouth of yours until y-you’re c-crying,” Seokjin said as Taehyung worked on another hickey on his neck.

“Maybe later,” Taehyung replied between kisses. “Though right now it’s you who’s crying.”

Yoongi purposely increased the volume both to give them some privacy and to be less distracted. It was working relatively well. The two boys continued whispering things with Tae straddling Seokjin’s lap and grinding against him which was quite obvious in that position.

“Say you love it hyung,” Taehyung breathed out a little louder than necessary. “Say that you love when I’m all over you, when I fuck you so hard you’re squirming and begging while Yoongi-hyung rides you, hmm isn’t that what you love the most?”

It was impossible to overhear when Taehyung spoke in his deep voice. There was something about it that made Yoongi listen. And the things he was saying made him visualize every single one of his words.

He was just trying to watch his show for god’s sake.

“Mhm, love it so much. Especially seeing Yoongi so fucked out and his red-“

“Guys! I’m right here jesus, go to the bedroom. You’re annoying,” Yoongi whined, feeling both embarrassed and turned on. More embarrassed though.

They’d talked about it before and agreed neither of them minded if the other two got intimate whenever they were needy. They trusted each other with everything they had. Which was why Yoongi didn’t mind if his boyfriends wanted to have sex right then, he wouldn’t even mind if they were doing it next to him, but they were purposely making him watch and listen, even bringing his name up in their dirty talk.

He knew what they were up to.

Yoongi desperately tried to get rid of the images in his head. He tried not to think about all the times the three of them had sex or how good it felt to have their attention. It wasn’t an easy task, especially when they were so close to him.

“Great I missed the ending. I’m going to sleep,” he said when his focus returned on the black screen with random names showing meaning the episode must have ended a while ago.

It almost seemed like Taehyung had been waiting for the words because as soon as Yoongi tried to get up, he was by his side keeping him seated in a half hug. “Can’t sleep yet hyung,” he said quietly against his cheek, leaving slow kisses all over his jaw and making his way to his ear. “You still have to open your present,” he whispered right into his ear, making Yoongi shiver.

A present? He’d already opened his present when all of them had.

“Yes baby you’ve been a nice boy this year so we have one more present for you,” Seokjin joined them, settling between Yoongi’s legs and rubbing his thighs gently.

A gulp. Yoongi felt confused because why would he get two presents and how was he a nice boy when he complained most of the time.

Taehyung was kissing his neck slowly, inhaling his scent and humming in satisfaction. Seokjin leaned over him to kiss the other side of his face, his hand bending one of his knees for support. He was slowly getting out of breath because having one of them at a time was already too good, so having both of them all over him at once was a challenge.

“W-what are you talking about there’s no other present under the christmas tree,” Yoongi managed to say after a while.

“That’s cos it’s under the christmas tree we have in the bedroom,” Taehyung laughed softly before he started biting and sucking on Yoongi’s earlobe, driving him crazier every second. “Wanna go have a look?”

Yoongi was at a point where he’d easily agree to anything they had to suggest, so he only nodded. He wondered why they didn’t simply put the gift in the living room with the rest, but he figured maybe they wanted to prolong their evening and not get it over with quickly. Taehyung always complained how fast the day passed after all.

Getting up was a little uncomfortable. The bulge in his sweats couldn’t be unnoticed and even though his boyfriends weren’t any different, Yoongi felt embarrassed. They didn’t bother cleaning up or turning off the lights, so he thought it would just be a quick present opening and they would be back to watching another, hopefully more interesting, episode.

Taehyung took his hand and intertwined their fingers as he guided him towards their bedroom, looking a little too excited considering he wasn’t the one receiving a present.

“Wait, Yoongi close your eyes,” Seokjin said and covered his eyes with his own palms just a second later.

They were making a big deal out of it and Yoongi was growing more nervous. He couldn’t think of anything they could have possibly got him. He realized they entered the room only after he heard the door being shut behind them. Taehyung placed him to a particular spot - which Yoongi guessed was in front of the small white christmas tree they had in their room, and brought their connected hands to his lips to leave a kiss on his knuckles before he let go.

“Keep your eyes closed until we tell you to open them,” Seokjin whispered, his hands leaving his eyes to settle on his shoulders for a second before he kissed the top of his head and left as well.

It was quiet in the room, but Yoongi could make out his boyfriends were sitting on the bed, or at least one of them was because he’d heard the sound of the bed. “Seriously what are you two up to?” He laughed nervously. “This is ridiculous.”

Yoongi didn’t wait for their approval, he blinked his eyes open and was blinded by the shining cold silver lights of the christmas tree. Unlike in the living room, the tree they had there was a mixture of white and silver ornaments, some of which were crystals and too costly for christmas decoration.

“Ahh hyung no fun!”

Taehyung whined when he noticed Yoongi must have opened his eyes which reminded him why he was standing in front of the tree in the first place. He looked down and saw a familiar pink bag. Heat started gathering in his entire body because that must have been a mistake.

Victoria’s Secret. He didn’t wear lingerie. Taehyung did. Not him though.

“W-what, isn’t this Tae’s gift?”

“No baby it’s yours,” Seokjin reassured him. “Open it.”

The only thing Yoongi could do was to stare at the pretty bag with pink papers peaking from the inside. “I d-don’t wear lingerie guys, why would you-“ He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“Oh honey please.” It was Seokjin again. “You think we haven’t noticed? We know you’ve been secretly trying Tae’s pieces.”

Oh my god how did they know. Yoongi was internally panicking because yes, it was true, he’d tried his boyfriend’s lingerie once or twice. Maybe more times. But he always made sure no one was around when he did. So how did they know.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he forced a laugh. “I only wash them.”

Fake it until you make it.

“Hyung, I know you sometimes get off in them. Do you like making a mess in my panties? It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Taehyung said sweetly. He almost sounded innocent, but Yoongi knew him better than that. He was enjoying it way too much. “You should’ve told me, I would’ve bought you as many as you’d like.”

“Tae I did not- I just I- look I really didn’t-“

Taehyung got up only to take the older’s hand and pull him towards them. “It’s okay. Will you try it now? We want to see you in it,” the boy dismissed whatever stupid excuses that had queued in Yoongi’s head. “Bet you’ll look so pretty in it,” he said as he kissed the inner side of his wrist.

Didn’t make it.

“You’ll love it,” Seokjin winked at him and nudged him back to the christmas tree to get the bag.

So Yoongi grabbed the bag and bolted inside the bathroom because if he was going to try it on and show them, he was going to first see if he looked decent enough for them to see. The first thing he saw was his red face in the mirror and he hated how easily embarrassed he got. Those were just his boyfriends for fuck’s sake, so why did he feel so nervous.

Taking a deep breath, he shook his head and threw away the pink papers from the bag to finally see the gift. There were a few pieces, so he took his time to take it all one by one and carefully observe. First thing he took out was a red laced bustier with a garter belt, it was a mixture of lace and transparent patterns here and there. He also got a matching red laced panties with silk ribbons on each hip and Yoongi only thought how easy it would be to take off.

Looking in the mirror again, he could swear he was redder than the color of his lingerie. His lingerie. “God,” he exhaled and took the remaining two things out of the bag, that being a pair of white stockings and a silk robe.

Red and white. He wondered if they’d done it on purpose.

He loved it. All of the pieces. He was excited to try it on and see himself. What made him nervous was the fact he had to walk out of the bathroom to show himself to his boyfriends who had never seen him in lingerie. Or maybe they had, he didn’t know at that point.

Putting it on wasn’t challenging at all. He’d tried a similar bustier from Taehyung’s collection and he didn’t need a graduation to be able to attach the stockings to the straps. It only took a minute before he was fully dressed checking himself in the mirror.

He looked pretty. He knew he did.

Despite being embarrassed, he didn’t want to keep his boyfriends waiting for too long. He didn’t want the mood to die down either because he figured they’d planned everything. He was excited for them to see him too, he wanted them to praise him a little.

He quietly opened the door and saw the other two kissing at the end of the bed exactly where he’d left them. Maybe he’d taken too long. He approached them quietly, getting Taehyung’s attention when he opened his eyes in the middle of the kiss. He looked stunned. His mouth wide open and he didn’t blink once as if he was scared of missing even a second of being able to look at him.

Seokjin continued kissing him but figured something was up when the younger stopped moving, so he turned around to see Yoongi standing there a few steps away from there. They looked at him silently, their eyes moving from one spot to another and somehow Yoongi regretted not closing the robe.

“Wow, you look- stunning,” Taehyung was the first to speak.

“T-thank you,” Yoongi said quietly.

“Mhmm beautiful,” Seokjin said after a whole minute. “Will you take off the robe? Wanna see more of you.”

Nodding, Yoongi slowly let the silk robe slide down his shoulders and finally down his arms to land on the floor. He was a lot more exposed like that, the lace didn’t cover much. Especially the panties. He was so hard and he hadn’t even been touched yet.

“Make a twirl for us baby. You look so, so pretty,” Taehyung said, licking his lips.

Yoongi felt like a prey under their eyes. He felt like they were going to tear him apart any moment now, which was probably not too far from the truth. He felt great though, he loved the attention and the praises he was getting, so he did make a slow twirl for them because two, or well three, could play the game.

It didn’t take too long before he was gently pulled towards them, two pairs of hands exploring his body. Hands on his thighs, on his hips, his waist, his ass and in that moment Yoongi couldn’t name a single thing that was better than what he was getting.

Seokjin played with the straps of the garter belt, pulling them to make them smack against his skin. “You look like you were made to model for Victoria’s Secrets Yoongi. Look at you,” he said as he brought one of his legs on the bed to feel his right calf and kiss the exposed part of his thigh. “Looking so delicious.”

“S-shut up.”

“That’s not very nice. Hyung was just complimenting you. You should thank him, don’t you think?” Taehyung looked at him with a smug expression on his face, his palm running up and down the backside of Yoongi’s left thigh.

“Thank you hyung,” Yoongi said almost immediately, feeling ridiculous for being so…weak.

Taehyung fondled his buttcheek in approval, playing with the lace of the panties just like Yoongi liked to do when it was him wearing lingerie. His hand was large, he easily cupped his whole cheek and Yoongi just adored how small he felt under his touch.

“Come here, get a kiss,” Seokjin left a final peck on his thigh before he pulled Yoongi on the bed between them and laid him down on his back after he’d nudged him to the middle of the bed for more space.

They spread his legs and both occupied one side. Taehyung quickly threw his leg over his shoulder and started sucking marks on his inner thigh. It hurt. Seokjin followed suit, but his love bites were softer and Yoongi thought they balanced it perfectly together.

Seeing them both between his legs was a sight. They were both spoiling him, not even considering doing anything else. It almost seemed like they were fighting over who’d get to kiss and touch him more.

Yoongi was really living his best life then.

“God I want you so bad,” Taehyung said and started leaving openmouthed kisses all over the base of his cock. “Wanna make you scream hyung, wanna make you cry,” he continued, licking him through the lace.

“F-fuck,” Yoongi breathed out, feelings himself shiver after every single touch, every word that left his boyfriend’s mouth because Taehyung knew exactly what he was doing.

Too many things were going on. Taehyung palming and licking him while Seokjin kissed his way up to his nipple and bit it through the lace. Yoongi was breathing heavily, not knowing how to cope with so much pleasure at the same time.

“Honestly we should sue you for looking so-“

“No law in bed, remember? Shut up,” Yoongi stopped Taehyung before he could finish his thought.

Seokjin laughed at that and kissed his lips maybe to shut him up or simply because he wanted to. He licked his lip and Yoongi granted him access. They kissed hungrily while Taehyung licked and kissed him everywhere in his crotch area. “Nghh, Tae s-stop teasing,” he moaned when he felt the tip of the younger’s finger against his rim.

“Yeah? Wanna be fucked? You think you deserve it after being such an ass to me today? Or did you forget how you scolded me for all the christmas ornaments?” Taehyung sat back to look at Yoongi, his eyes darker than ever. “Why would you spend so much money on useless things like christmas ornaments,” he imitated him. “How about I fuck you open with the swarowski crystal christmas topper that you complained about for an entire week hm? Bet you’d love that.”

“Jesus Tae,” Seokjin mouthed against Yoongi’s jaw.

The image got Yoongi blushing. Taehyung had a dirty mouth, he was aware of that, but it never ceased to shock him.

“Christ you’re so wet already,” Taehyung cursed under his breath as he looked at the tip of Yoongi’s cock that he’d been purposely avoiding. “I just can’t tell if it’s the lingerie, us or the christmas topper that made you so excited,” he teased and pulled the hem of the panties to watch it bounce back against the head. “Hyung, pass me the lube please,” he told Seokjin with a smile.

Now Yoongi wasn’t sure what was going to happen but he was painfully hard and wasn’t sure how much more he could handle, not that he’d received that much in the first place.

Seokjin passed the younger the lube and ran his fingers down Yoongi’s chest, watching his reaction intensely. “Look at out pretty boy squirming so much when he’s not even being fucked, what a cutie,” he said sweetly, his fingertip settling on the tip of Yoongi’s hard cock, teasing the slit and spreading the precum all over. “Messing your cute lingerie the first day you get it. That’s so dirty,” he pouted.

Yoongi didn’t know how to reply, he was a moaning mess just trying to control his breathing. His fingers gripped the covers when he felt Taehyung pushing his panties to the side so he could get to his hole. He spread the lube all over and circled around the rim teasingly, sometimes pushing in a little only to pull back. It was frustrating.

“P-please,” he let out.

“Please what honey? How’s Tae supposed to know what you want when you don’t use your words,” Seokjin said as he laid next to him, burying his fingers into his hair to sooth him, to make him feel at ease in case it was all getting too intense.

“Want your long fingers Tae,” he managed to say without shying away, mentally patting his shoulder.

A soft smile appeared on the younger’s face, satisfied with the response. He pushed his index finger in slowly until it was knuckle deep inside. It felt so cold and warm at the same time, so satisfying but far from enough. Taehyung caressed his walls slowly, giving him pleasure but at his own pace. Which was too slow for Yoongi’s liking, but he didn’t say anything.

“Tell us about how you got off in his panties,” Seokjin asked as if it was a casual small talk topic, still stroking his hair and tapping his chest with his free hand. “Did you think about what we’d do if we caught you like that? Did you want us to?”

And yeah Yoongi did think of the possibility of them walking in on him, he did think about what they’d do although he kind of had an idea. “I did,” he admitted after he gulped. “Ahh- yes I wanted- you- nghh,” he moaned when Taehyung started fucking him with his finger in a faster pace and when the angle was just right he almost brushed his prostate.

It was as if Seokjin could read his mind. The older scooped his leg in the crook of his arm and pushed it towards his chest to make the angle better and Yoongi was ready to worship him because it was perfect. Taehyung’s finger touched his prostate every time and Yoongi twitched in pleasure because he was finally getting some stimulation.

“What did you expect us to do?” He continued asking questions as if Yoongi was in any shape to answer them. “Did you maybe want to be punished? Or did you want to be pampered with affection and praises Both maybe?”

“S-shit.” Taehyung added another finger. “B-both, wanted both,” he said because maybe he’d get more if he was good. He knew how this thing worked.

Loud. Yoongi was loud when Taehyung paused just to feel around his prostate. He was sensitive and his body started to shake from pleasure. He wanted to tell them, but he couldn’t because he was happy when he could take a moment to exhale.

“Angel what would you do?” Seokjin asked Taehyung.

Taehyung looked from Seokjin to Yoongi, taking him in as a whole again. “Hmm, I’d bend him over my knees and give him a few spanks. Because that’s what you’d want, right?” He asked, but didn’t really expect an answer. “Then I’d tell him that he’s a fucking masterpiece.”

“Nghh, Tae- ahh.” Another finger. “M no match to you,” he mumbled, looking away immediately.

“I beg to differ,” Taehyung chuckled and leaned over to kiss his lips slowly. He pulled away then and moved to kiss Seokjin. “Wanna add a finger?” He asked into the kiss and Yoongi’s cock twitched at the idea of having both of them inside him at the same time.

Seokjin quickly lubed his fingers and pushed two next to Taehyung’s three. “Ahh- oh my god,” Yoongi moaned and hissed a little because the stretch was bigger, but it hurt so good. “J-just fuck me already I don’t care who- fuck I’d even take you both at the same time, but just- I can’t anymore,” he rambled because they’d been at it for quite some time and he only had so much resistance.

“Maybe one day we can both fuck you at once, but not now. Wouldn’t want to hurt you love,” Seokjin said and pulled his fingers out. “Besides, I remember precisely how much Taehyungie wanted to ruin you,” he smirked and laid down next to him again to hold him close.

“R-ruin me,” Yoongi repeated for himself.

“Yes hyung, wanna see you fall apart under me,” Taehyung said and undressed which reminded Yoongi they were both fully dressed while he was there a five-star meal on a plate for them.

Seokjin undressed too and god Yoongi could look at them for hours. Their bodies were perfect. Taehyung’s skin a little more tanned, Seokjin’s shoulders broader than Taehyung’s. He was lucky.

“Let me help you,” Seokjin said and took the lube to spread some on his hands before he stroked Taehyung’s cock. “Hmm you’ve been suffering too, haven’t you?” He laughed when Taehyung released a deep exhale as if relieved to finally receive some friction.

“You can fuck my mouth after we’re done with this one, hyung,” Taehyung said and kissed Seokjin passionately. Seokjin grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged on it, making the younger moan into the kiss before they pulled away. A sight.

Impatient. That would be the word Yoongi would use to describe how he was feeling in that second. He wanted Taehyung to ruin him like he said he would. He’d been wanting to come for what felt like hours, he needed it as soon as possible or he would go crazy.

“Yoongi aren’t your panties too tight? We should take it off,” Taehyung said and leaned down, kissing his right hip before he took one end of the ribbon between his teeth and untied it. “Better now?” he asked when he did the same thing with the left one, letting the panties lay on the bed under him.

“Just hurry up please,” Yoongi was close to sobbing because it was all taking way too much time.

Taehyung didn’t waste more time. He lined himself with Yoongi’s entrance and pushed in, not as carefully as he normally would, but Yoongi was stretched more than ever. Taehyung felt big inside him and Yoongi felt so full exactly how he liked. He was ready for more, he needed more.

“Come on, he can take it. Fuck him,” Seokjin encouraged him and once again Yoongi was ready to build a whole shrine for him.

“Oh fuck yes,” Yoongi moaned when his boyfriend thrusted in him, picking up pace with each passing minute. “F-feels- ahh so good.”

A few minutes in and Taehyung went harder, his hips smashing against Yoongi’s skin every second. Yoongi was moaning as loud as ever, his prostate was being attacked with every thrust and it was getting way too much way too quickly. He was looking for some support, fumbling around to find the sheets, but Seokjin was lying next to him, so he ended up emptyhanded.

“You’re doing so great for us baby,” Seokjin whispered and took his hand so Yoongi could squeeze it whenever he needed to hold onto something. “Want me to touch you? Or will you come untouched for Tae? You know how much he loves it. But tonight’s about you darling, so what do you want, hm?”

Tonight’s about you. It really was. Yoongi was being pampered with love and pleasure for so long and he’d never in his life received that much attention. He really was their dessert for the night, except he felt like he was the one tasting it because he felt heavenly.

“Anything for you. You deserve it,” Taehyung added.

The affection was even more overwhelming. He was being spoiled and loved and Yoongi felt like crying at that point because so much was happening at once and he had no idea what to focus on the loving words or his boyfriend’s cock inside him. Impossible to focus on both. In fact, he wasn’t supposed to focus on anything because he was becoming more tense.

“Y-you call it hyung,” he decided to have Seokjin decide. He was theirs, they could do what they wanted. They deserved it too.

Yoongi lifted his hips more and pulled his knees towards his chest to make it easier for Taehyung. “I c-can’t- oh jesus Tae,” he moaned. He wrapped his arms around his neck and tried to empty his head and finally let go. The pleasure was gathering rapidly, he was close. He clenched around Taehyung because he couldn’t relax. It was all too much. “T-too much,” he cried. He actually cried. A couple of tears sliding to his hairline.

He dug his fingers into Taehyung’s flesh and he knew it was probably going to leave some scratches but he couldn’t care less because he didn’t know how else to handle all of the pleasure and he didn’t know why he couldn’t just let go. Taehyung hissed. It must have hurt him and Yoongi would apologize later, would kiss him better, but later.

Kisses. He felt kisses on his lips but he wasn’t sure whose lips were behind it and he didn’t really care. It was soothing him, helping him ease a little. He felt a warm palm against his cock and he exhaled in relief the moment he was being stroked in a fast place. “You’re hurting Tae baby,” Seokjin’s voice reached his ear. “You’re tense, relax for me a little. You’ll feel so good soon, just need to relax.”

“Yoongi you’re s-so perfect for me,” Taehyung panted, trying to help him relax too, but the pain in his voice couldn’t go unnoticed.

The thrusts were becoming unstable. Yoongi could tell Taehyung was holding on just for him, waiting for him because it was about him and no one else. He was squirming, entire body covered in sweat and more tears.

“Yes- oh my god I’ll c-come,” he breathed out, his back arching as he finally felt the release. A few more thrusts and strokes and he was over the edge, feeling even more sensitive as he was spilling all over his new bustier. He was breathing heavily, his mind completely blacked out and he might as well have passed out. He couldn’t tell the difference.

Taehyung moaned something about how he was close and Yoongi could only feel him filling his hole, oversensitivity hitting him immediately. And he cried out loud, or at least he thought he had. He just felt tears streaming down his cheeks. Could be sweat too, he wasn’t sure.

“You did so well waiting for your hyung to come first,” Seokjin whispered and maybe he was kissing Taehyung’s temple because Yoongi felt a little colder for a second which only meant the older must have moved further.

“Yoongi, I’ll pull out okay?” Taehyung warned him before he carefully slipped out.

The emptiness was awkward and uncomfortable, especially with the cum dripping out of him. He clenched around nothing, not finding anything that would ease the burning. He was definitely going to hurt a little the next day.

Taehyung laid down next to him and he was now being sandwiched by both of his boyfriends. Heaven on Earth.

“Baby say something please, are you okay?” Taehyung’s voice was soft and a little concerned.

“Love you,” Yoongi said, surprising himself as much as he surprised them because it really was the first thing that came to his mind. “Love you both,” he added. He would normally get embarrassed but that was the least of his worries.

~

They were all lying in bed after Seokjin had fucked Taehyung’s mouth as promised and after they’d magically managed to shower and change the sheets. Yoongi loved the smell of the laundry softener because it reminded him of a meadow full of flowers. It was soothing.

They’d managed to sober up after Seokjin made them some tea and brought some gingerbread cookies as a snack. It was nice. Yoongi’s new lingerie was hanging on the heater to dry. He loved his new present and couldn’t wait to wear it again.

“I’ll make pancakes for you two in the morning,” Seokjin said, playing with Yoongi’s hair.

He got to be in the middle. Usually it was Taehyung who was in the middle but it wasn’t about him that night. Yoongi giggled for himself, not answering when his boyfriends asked him what he thought about. Being squeezed in the middle was nice. He envied Taehyung a little, but maybe he would earn the middle spot more from now on.

“I want eggs,” Taehyung objected. “Honestly, we should have eggs tomorrow. It’s been a while. We eat pancakes every other day. It gets boring. We need a change,” he reasoned.

“Baby we make pancakes because you always ask for it,” Yoongi laughed.

“Yeah? But do you have evidence? Because I know for a fact that you have none. I made sure to leave none, so you can’t sue me,” he said, feeling satisfied with himself.

Yoongi only rolled his eyes because of course they were at it again with the law and detective bullshit.

“It’s a word against word sweetie,” Seokjin pointed out and Taehyung actually sat up to glare at him.

They went back and forth for a few minutes before they settled on leaving it an open case. Yoongi liked when they bickered and he wasn’t included. It was amusing to watch and listen.

It was getting late, must have been past midnight because it was dead silent everywhere. They’d gone through every possible topic including their jobs and plans for the NYE. They agreed to just stay in and be together in the comfort of their home. Nothing special. Again.

“Yoongi, when are we going lingerie shopping? I finally have a buddy-“

“Don’t call me buddy when you just fucked me an hour ago.”

“I mean fuck buddy is a thing-“

“Shut up,” Yoongi laughed and playfully pushed him away from him and turned to cuddle Seokjin.

The peace lasted for about ten seconds before Taehyung climbed on top of him and started kissing his face and Yoongi was back to his whiny self, telling him to stop even though he didn’t want him to because it was cute.

Another hour later, they were all quiet, still cuddling. Yoongi thought it was their time to finally sleep and get some rest. He definitely needed some after the day. The whole Christmas mess and especially the intense sex session as a cherry on top, his body was liquid and the only thing he wanted was to sleep.

“Hyung,” Taehyung said sleepily when Yoongi was close to dozing off.

“Hm?”

Seokjin was already sleeping soundly.

“You like how I decorated the apartment, right? Tell me you love it,” he asked and even though Yoongi couldn’t see him, he could see his pouty lips.

“I love it Tae, it’s perfect,” he admitted after a yawn, not having the energy to go through another series of argument exchange and whatnot which Taehyung was aware of and which was exactly why he asked it when they were drowsy just how Yoongi had expected.

“M so glad we took a few days off,” the younger said after a yawn. “Night hyung, love you.”

Yoongi had never taken a day off for Christmas because it was just another day. He’d never been looking forward to Christmas Eve and he’d never been so sad it was over. He’d never thought of it as anything special.

That was until he found his home in Taehyung and Seokjin.