People thought Yoongi was a reasonable person. Their fans thought he was a logical, smart man. A logical, smart man who would not group up with their oldest member to convince their leader, who was also their boyfriend, to get up to distinctly Not Safe For Work plans during an innocent flight.
They would be wrong because Yoongi was not just sweet gummy smiles and clear love for their fans. No, he was a demon, a monster, a tempest out to guide Namjoon into bad choices and cruel life decisions.
Well, not literally, but that was how Namjoon was very much feeling it.
He should have known that something was up the second that he was the one sitting in the middle of them. It was just them, their staff and the rest of BTS in the plane. The three of them more or less had the entire backside of the plane for themselves.
Still, Namjoon in the middle was off. Normally it was Seokjin since he had the best shoulders to take naps on. The oldest would always complain that if Namjoon and Yoongi got to sit right next to each other, they would start talking about work instead of just relaxing.
It was fair. It was definitely something they would do, and Namjoon was feeling very called out, "do we have something we need to work on? Did I forget something?" Namjoon had a really bad habit of overthinking everything, including his relationships and work.
"Maybe we just wanted to give you some attention. You have worked so hard." It was Seokjin's sweet voice, the voice that told Namjoon that he was about to be in trouble.
"Are you sure? Did... I... do something?" jumping to extremes was the sport that Namjoon were the best at, especially if he got to blame himself for it.
Yoongi's warm hand was placed on his thigh "it's nothing, Namjoon, we just wanted to spend time with you. You are our beloved boyfriend, after all. Now you should buckle your seat. We are about to take off." Yoongi's voice was pitched lower than normally, and it made Namjoon's heart beat faster. It always did when Yoongi did that.
"And you couldn't do that with Seokjin in the- oh!" Yoongi's hand had slipped up Namjoon's leg.
Namjoon had chosen just to wear shorts for the plane flight. After all, it was in the middle of summer. Yoongi had seemingly decided to take advantage of that as he let the tips of his fingers slide up Namjoon's thigh under his loose shorts.
"Yes, oh." it was Seokjin's turn to tease as he reached over to buckle Namjoon's seatbelt "is it so hard to believe that we missed you?"
"That we just want to pay you back for how good you have been treating us, working so hard." Yoongi's mouth was right next to Namjoon's ear. He could feel the tip of his ears heating up.
"Not during a flight!" Namjoon hissed as low as possible, eyes darting around to room to make sure that nobody was looking at them, making sure that nobody had noticed what was going on.
Most of their staff were sleeping, which made full sense. Having to deal with BTS was a full-time stressful job, and the maknae line had taken over the front end of the plane, take it over like it was their personal playpen.
Nobody was looking at them. Nobody noticed Namjoon was suddenly looking a lot more like a tomato than a human person.
Yoongi kissed his cheeks in a sweet gesture, but Namjoon could see straight through him "this was your idea!" his tone was accusing, but his insides did a little jump as the plane took off, but Namjoon was not completely sure it was solely from the reason of the plane, more likely it had to do with Yoongi's wondering questioning hand.
The kiss travelled down to his neck, as Seokjin on the other side of him played with his hand "now that is rude, Yoongi just wants you to feel good." the man was clearly holding back laughter, and Namjoon couldn't help it, but glare at him.
"What he wants is to put a spot on his sexual bucket list cause he is a demon." Namjoon might be arguing, but he was also a weak, weak man. He leaned his head to the side, giving Yoongi more room to kiss his neck.
This was a terrible idea. This was a terrible, horrible idea that Namjoon should not allow. They could get caught. Namjoon already couldn't see their managers in the eyes after they got caught having sex in Yoongi's studio if they got caught like this on the plane. There was no other choice than to grow his hair out into pigtails, dye it blonde, change his name to Gretha and move to Sweden to be a milk girl. Did he know what a milk girl was? No, he wasn't even sure it was a thing. That is just what he assumed Swedes got up to—milking cows.
"You like my list." Yoongi was grinning into Namjoon's neck. Namjoon knew he was because he knew the fucker.
Letting his head fall back against the seat, the plane went steady in the air, having settled on the right altitude. "I liked it a lot better when it wasn't 200 items long," Namjoon grumbled. Both of them knew it was a lie. He, just as much as both his boyfriends, had very much enjoyed when Yoongi had gone deep on the internet and written down a long list of things that he would like to try. Some of them had been duds, turns out none of them found receiving or giving anal fisting that much fun, nor did they have the clear patients needed to make it pleasurable, but some other ones had been really good.
This... the mile high club was on Yoongi's list, and honestly, Namjoon should have expected it.
Yoongi was very much a giver. Which sounded sweet and fluffy until you realised what he liked to give was teasing his partner until they were ready to beg. Namjoon was his favourite victim, one cause Namjoon rarely argued with him. Seokjin did; instead, the two of them could push and pull in a way that Namjoon himself never could find out. He was much more ' go with the flow'. This was something that, over the years, Yoongi had very much come to love.
That was why this was all happening, and it was exactly why Namjoon was gonna let it happen. All the while, he would fully deny that he was just as into this as the rest of them.
"Lies, we both know that you will add even more to it when it's done." Seokjin was on his other side, whispering into Namjoon's other ear. It was all too much for poor Namjoon.
"I hate both of you so much," he still spread his legs, giving the two of them as much space as they wanted, plus free reign. His eyes kept darting around the plane, making sure that nobody was looking at them. That nobody had idea any idea of exactly what was going on, cause if they found out, Namjoon was pretty damn sure that he was actually gonna die of shame.
His two boyfriends were more than happy to move on now that they had his consent. Kisses were being pressed up and down both sides of his neck, lightning all the nerves there alight. Fuck Namjoon's neck was such a weak spot for him, and both of the other men knew that. Seokjin's hand stayed on his thigh, while Yoongi stopped playing with the edge of his shorts, to instead start rubbing at the erection slowly forming in the front.
Why was he so easy for his boyfriends? He wanted to swear at his dick for daring to get hard when the last thing he wanted to do was get caught.
"Just relax, babe, let us take care of you. You have worked so hard. Let us take some of the pressure off. Let us make you feel good." Seokjin's voice was sweet like honey in Namjoon's ear, and he tried to hold back a little moan.
So maybe he was a bit of a pillow queen as well, who liked letting his boyfriends take care of him, "why can't we just be normal? What is wrong with our bedroom."
"You say that, like your cock isn't hard and aching," to prove his point, Yoongi pressed down on said cock with the heel of his hand, forcing Namjoon to bite down on his lower lip to stop more noises from escaping him.
Darting back to the other members playing video games, Namjoon feared he had given the game away. Luckily they seemed to be distracted with their games, and soon after, Namjoon was just as distracted as the younger ones were as he tried his best not to chase the pleasure of Yoongi's hand.
Seokjin pinched his inner thigh, which definitely didn't help Namjoon in not moaning out like a little slut "stop worrying so much, just let it go. Let your hyung's make you feel good, the way we always do." Seokjin's purred into his ears, "none of them will see it, but even if they did, would it really be so bad? Would it be bad for them to see how pretty you are in your pleasure? How gorgeous you are in your pleasure."
It seemed that Yoongi disagreed, the smaller man almost growling into Namjoon's neck, "you are ours. None of them will see you like this." Yoongi was a very possessive lover, not in a way that he wanted to own Seokjin or Namjoon, nor try to control them, but what they had in his eyes was for them only. Something they found out when they tried exhibitionism and Yoongi was very much not into it.
"Yes, yes, yes, we are yours." Seokjin's voice was teasing, but Namjoon knew that the older man loved Yoongi's possessiveness of them as much as Namjoon did. Yoongi's love was a lot, and Namjoon wasn't sure what he would ever do without it.
Yoongi bit down on Namjoon's throat as to get back at Seokjin while slipping his hand past the loose band of Namjoon's shorts, rubbing his hand over the barely covered erection he found there.
Smacking his own hand over his mouth, Namjoon clenched his eyes shut. His thighs were shaking. Seokjin was drawing little symbols on it, sometimes sneaking up the opening of his shorts to pinch at his sensitive inner thighs, just when Namjoon was starting to relax.
"Please," Namjoon tried his best not to sound needy, not to whine it out, but he wasn't sure if he was succeeding much.
Yoongi's laughter into his ear was making Namjoon think that he might not have had as much success as he would have wanted "don't worry baby, your hyung's will take care of you."
Namjoon tried to push his hips up, chasing the pleasure of Yoongi's hand, but Seokjin's hand on his thigh pushed him down, placing light pinches every time he tried to buck up. All the while, both of them were eagerly kissing up and down the sides of his neck.
Namjoon clenched at the armguards of his seat, lips pinched and eyes clenched. He was already so riled up that when Yoongi finally wrapped a hand around his cock, he couldn't stop the soft moans from escaping him. They had both been right, he had been overworked, and it felt so good to be able to let it all go. To be able to just relax.
"Not gonna last long." Namjoon tried his best to keep his voice quiet as heat started gathering in the lower part of his stomach. Biting his lip, another moan got forced from him as Yoongi's mouth had made its way down to Namjoon's collarbone, having seemingly gotten tired with his neck.
"It's okay. Let it go, just cum Joonie. Let all of it go." Seokjin nippled on the shell of his ear, forcing a shiver to go through Namjoon's body at the same time as the older man once again pinched his thigh. Namjoon really really wished that he wasn't as into the light pain of the pinching as much as he was. That would make it easier to not just relax into the seat like a puddle.
His thighs would be covered in tiny bruises, his neck would be enough that he might get killed by his makeup artist, and seemingly his collarbones and ears had gotten attacked by a vampire.
Namjoon didn't care. It was exactly what he wanted, what he craved and needed. Giving himself over to the feeling of his boyfriends' hands and mouths on him, he just moaned out their name as quietly as possible.
All it took was one last perfect tug of Yoongi's hand, digging his thumb into the slit of Namjoon's cock. He couldn't hold it back, cumming all over the other man's hand, dirtying himself and Yoongi's hand in the process. He was lucky that Seokjin knew him so well because right before he tipped over the edge, Seokjin pressed his lips against Namjoon's in an eager kiss, swallowing the probably loud moan that he wouldn't have been able to keep inside.
Yoongi was sweet enough to jerk Namjoon through his orgasm, first retracting his hand when Namjoon was starting to get overly sensitive. The first sight that Namjoon was greeted with as he could finally open his eyes again, breathing heavily, was that of Yoong. Licking his hand, "salty, you need to eat more fruit, babe." The rapper was wearing a shit-eating grin, and he extended his hand, still covered in some cum, to Seokjin "what do you think?"
Groaning in pure disbelief of exactly the shit his boyfriends were getting up to, Namjoon still felt a stir in his loins as Seokjin easily and eagerly took two of Yoongi's finger.
Seokjin definitely sucked on Yoongi's long fingers for longer than what was needed and was socially appropriate before pulling away, grinning at both of them. "Yoongi is right, Joonie; you really need to start eating more fruit."
For just a second, Namjoon considered if it was possible to throw himself out of a plane window or if it would be better to throw both of his shit-eating boyfriends out instead. He was jarred from his thoughts as Jungkook called out from the other part of the plane, "are you done now? If you are, do you need a new pair of trousers, Namjoon?"
Of course, they had seen them. Maybe jumping out the window was a good idea.