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theharrowing · 2 years

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Smile Pretty for the Camera

Namjoon's good friends Jimin and Jungkook are always coming up with schemes to make extra money, and when he learns they plan to shoot a porn he's not too surprised. They are, after all, the hot, confident power couple of the friend group. What Namjoon does not expect, however, is Jimin confessing that he would like to rail Namjoon while Jungkook films.

🎥 Namjoon x Jimin + a hint of Jungkook

🎥 word count: 11.7k

🎥 platonic sex, poly, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🎥 warnings: Just two bros platonically having sex on camera! top jimin & bottom namjoon, (rough) blow job, ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, healthy communication!

🎥 written for the Bottom Joon Fest!

🎥 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🎥 posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

Jimin: Hyung! SOS! Are you busy?

Namjoon stares at his phone and sighs. He's in class, so he's technically not busy, but he's not not busy.

Namjoon: In class. What's up?

Jimin: Jeonggukie and I have a favor to ask you. Call when you have a sec?

Namjoon: Sure.

When it comes to Jimin and Jeongguk, there's truly no telling what sort of favors they may be asking for. Though never too illegal or truly nefarious, they're always up to something, usually over-the-top.

Namjoon watches the clock for the next thirty minutes, antsy to hear what his friends want from him. As the member of the friend group who cooks the least and doesn't have a driver's license, he tends to be on the mastermind side of schemes rather than the guy who gets called to participate. That's typically Yoongi or Hoseok, or Seokjin or Taehyung if they’re in the mood.

Once class is over, Namjoon stops off at the café kiosk just outside of his building to grab an iced coffee, anticipating a night of studying to come. Unless, of course, whatever Jimin and Jeongguk need involves him staying up late...one can never be sure what to expect.

The line is always short right when Namjoon gets out of class, and he lucks out, quickly grabbing an iced beverage and heading toward his on-campus apartment. Once he's a block from the more crowded area, walking beneath ginkgo trees that have begun to drop their yellowing leaves, Namjoon takes out his cellphone and calls Jimin, who picks up on the first ring.

"Hyung," Jimin pants, "hey, uh, are you busy tonight?"

Namjoon should say he is busy. Next week is the beginning of his mid-term exams, and he likes to get a headstart on his studying. But against his better judgment, Namjoon says, "Nah, what's up?"

"So—uh—here's the thing, we—um—Jeongguk and I—" Jimin stammers nervously.

In the background, Namjoon can hear Jeongguk huff and say, "Give me the phone, Jiminah."

Namjoon scoffs. Jimin, of all people, does not get nervous easily. Whatever he wants to ask for must be pretty big.

"Joon-hyung," Jeongguk says over the phone.

"Hey Gguk," Namjoon responds before taking a sip from his iced coffee.

"I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Jiminah and I have been scheming ways to make money."

"As you do," Namjoon interjects.

"Right. Yeah. So, would you—uh—be willing to—" Jeongguk clears his throat and mutters, "Shit, why is this so difficult," under his breath.

"Wanna meet up for drinks?" Namjoon suggests. He, Jimin and Jeongguk are far looser with their lips and their moral codes after a couple of drinks.

"S-sure," Jeongguk says, "yeah, let's do that. What time is good for you?"

"I'm almost home. I can drop off my stuff, clean up and be ready in an hour? 7ish?"

"Sounds good."

"Usual spot?"

"Yeah, cool, see you then, hyung."

"See you troublemakers then," Namjoon says and hangs up. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself. Whatever these two have up their sleeves must be a real doozy.

Jimin and Jeongguk are more done up than usual, and especially for this mediocre bar just off campus, they really stand out. Jeongguk's long, dark hair hangs in waves over his eyes, and he deviated from his norm of drowning in oversized clothing to wear a tight black turtleneck tucked into fitted blue jeans.

Jimin has his dark hair coiffed on one side, hanging over his forehead on the other, and he wears a purple turtleneck tucked into bright blue slacks. Both men have chains glimmering over their shirts, and they look gorgeous—always the most stunning two in the room—but Namjoon wonders if they would rather relocate to a club where they would blend in a bit more.

Namjoon also wonders if he should have tried a little harder with his outfit. He looks good in his simple black long-sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans, but he didn't accessorize, and he feels very dressed down next to them. The bar they're in is a run-of-the-mill college bar with all wooden everything covered in scratches and graffiti, with patrons dressed as if they just got out of class, so even compared to this scene, Namjoon put in some effort.

"Shots?" Jimin suggests before even saying hi, and Namjoon chuckles and says, "Sure, if that's what you want!"

Jimin scurries off to the bar, and Jeongguk stays with Namjoon, leaning against the tall table he stands at. Sometimes, if they're lucky, they can score a few stools, but it's crowded tonight, so they lean with their elbows against the sticky surface.

"So, you guys have been scheming again?" Namjoon asks, breaking the tense silence.

Jeongguk nods, staring toward the bar where Jimin is, in a daze. "Wanna get a pitcher?" he asks.

"Sure," Namjoon responds, chuckling at Jeongguk's deflection. He must want to wait for Jimin to return, which is fair.

"I can get that quick," Jeongguk offers, and Namjoon nods. He had already held down the fort long enough; he doesn't mind doing it again while the boys get libations.

Namjoon doesn't have to wait long, despite how crowded the place is, and he watches as Jimin comes cradling three shots in his tiny fingers, and Jeongguk carries a pitcher of beer in one hand and three stacked, frosted glasses in the other, only moments later.

"Bottom's up!" Jimin shouts the moment the shots hit the table, and Namjoon grabs one and waits for Jeongguk to empty his hands and grab his.

They shoot back the sweet clear liquid that might be strawberry-flavored vodka, and everyone winces and frowns through it. Namjoon does the honor of pouring everyone pints of beer, taking the shitty first pour that's mostly foam for himself, and hands Jimin and Jeongguk theirs.

Jimin stands closest to Namjoon and occasionally looks like he wants to say something, but then bites his bottom lip and says something completely unrelated to their scheme. It's easy to pass the time bullshitting with the two of them, and Namjoon doesn't mind waiting; Jimin has endless stories from his dance class and teaching internship, and Jeongguk is always working on some strange videography project.

It's when Namjoon is emptying the pitcher into their cups, only partially filling each one, that Jeongguk offers to get another pitcher, and Jimin leans a little too close to Namjoon, muttering, "Yes, please, I am nearly ready to confess my heart to this buff, pretty man."

Jeongguk rolls his eyes and scoffs as he walks toward the bar, and Namjoon holds his hands open, ready to catch Jimin in case he wobbles himself completely off-balance. Although Jimin acts like an absolute fool, he's far from being drunk; he very quickly becomes touchy and light on his toes and may appear wasted to the untrained eye when he is merely tipsy.

"Confess your heart?" Namjoon teases, voice coming out a little lower than he anticipated.

Jimin blushes and straightens himself out, turning toward the table. Namjoon can tell he's avoiding eye contact, making him appear even cuter; shyness really suits Jimin. "Joonie-hyung, how comfortable are you with being filmed?"

Namjoon is surprised by the question, mainly because Jeongguk has filmed him before for his various projects, and while Namjoon isn't always the most comfortable, he can typically ease into it and do what needs to be done as long as it doesn't involve too much acting.

"You know I don't mind being filmed. Does Jeongguk have another project that he needs help with?"

"N-not exactly," Jimin says, eyes still on the table.

"Is this related to you two trying to find ways to make money?"

Jimin blushes, and Jeongguk returns with a fresh pitcher in his hand, looking between Jimin’s shy expression and Namjoon’s curious one. "Catch me up," Jeongguk says as he picks up Namjoon's glass and begins to fill it.

"Jimin asked me if I feel comfortable with being filmed, and I told him, of course, I'm happy to help you two with a project."

"Ah," Jeongguk says, placing Namjoon's beer down. "It's not exactly a project, hyung. It's more of a, uh...business venture..."

Namjoon racks his brain trying to come up with what he could possibly help the two of them with, business-wise. He can't really dance, and that's the only business he knows of that Jimin is involved in.

"What kind of business?" Namjoon asks.

"Porn!" Jimin shouts, then pulls his beer to his mouth to take a big gulp.

Oh. "Oh."

Jimin does not elaborate and Jeongguk pinches the bridge of his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. Videography student Jeongguk and contemporary dancer Jimin making money by fucking on camera comes as no shock to Namjoon, but he can't figure out where he fits into the equation. Jimin and Jeongguk are a couple—and a hot couple at that; what would they need him to be involved for? The only thing he can think of is—

"You want me to film you two having sex?" Namjoon asks.

"N-not exactly," Jimin mutters.

Jeongguk takes a drink of his beer, sets it down, and straightens himself out, suddenly appearing more self-assured. "If we're going to break into the porn market, we gotta do this right. Soft lighting, intentional camera angles...things that would only come as second nature to me."

"S-so you would be behind the camera?" Namjoon clarifies.

Suddenly the room feels very warm. Namjoon shifts on his feet and tries not to appear as nervous as he is beginning to feel.

"That's right," Jeongguk says.

"And you want me t-to—"

"Fuck me," Jimin interjects, looking at Namjoon with wide, worried eyes. "Well, actually, we want me to fuck you. I-if you'd be into that sort of thing."

Namjoon isn't necessarily shocked by their scheme; he just never really thought something like this would happen. Jimin and Jeongguk have both called Namjoon handsome and are very loose and free with complimenting him, especially lately as he's begun to bulk up; he just wouldn't have expected they would want him sexually.

"Hyung," Jeongguk says, "please say something."

Namjoon pulls himself from his thoughts, blinking and looking between the two of them, who stare back nervously.

"Are you sure?" is all Namjoon can think of to say, and he's not sure why he bothers asking such a question when they clearly are sure; otherwise, why would they go through the hassle of asking him in the first place.

"Which part?" Jimin asks.

"Th-the entire thing," Namjoon says, clearing his throat. Suddenly he's the one who can't look either of them in the eye, and he fidgets with his glass of beer between his fingers. "I mean, obviously, there are some risks involved in filming porn, but you already know about that, and I trust you two to make the right choices for your bodies."

Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat, attempting to gather his thoughts before be can continue. "But—but me? You want me? You two are smoking hot, and Jeongguk could always set up the camera and tell me what to do if you wanted to both star—"

"I want you," Jimin interjects.

Namjoon's words die in his throat, and he tears his eyes from his pint to look at Jimin. Jimin, who is so beautiful and so, so handsome. Jimin, with his tight, muscular body and pouty, pretty lips. Namjoon's heart beats heavily, and he feels as if the air has suddenly shifted in density.

"Me?" Namjoon asks again, feeling dumbfounded.

Jimin nods, and Namjoon looks to Jeongguk, who watches Namjoon with a curious expression.

"Wh-why?"

Jimin scoffs and takes a step closer, directly into Namjoon's personal space. Namjoon can smell a light, citrus and floral scent coming from Jimin, and he inhales a shaky breath.

"Why?" Jimin asks incredulously, looking at Namjoon as if he's just said something unbelievably ridiculous. "Well, for starters, you're fucking hot."

Namjoon can feel his cheeks fill with warmth, and he wonders if, under the dim bar lights, they can see him blush.

"You're also sweet and trustworthy," Jimin continues.

"And someone as big and buff as you getting topped by a pixie like Jimin would bring in bank," Jeongguk adds.

"You wouldn't mind watching your boyfriend fuck me?" Namjoon asks, glancing between Jeongguk and Jimin.

Both men smirk and Jeongguk shrugs as he says, "It was my idea."

Namjoon picks up his beer and takes a slow, long drink as his head absolutely spins. Getting fucked by Jimin does sound like a dream come true, and there's something about Jeongguk watching that he finds enticing. He just struggles to wrap his head around the thought of them wanting him.

"What do you think, hyung?" Jimin asks with a pout, jutting out his pretty lower lip. Namjoon melts a bit and chuckles, allowing himself to consider the idea without feeling so tense.

"I'm flattered," Namjoon starts. "And I'm—I would definitely let you fuck me." Now his cheeks are blazing hot, and Jimin's wide, eager smile doesn't help matters at all. "I guess I'm just a little shocked, is all. But I'm not opposed to the idea...I am nervous about being filmed having sex, but I trust you guys."

"Really?" Jimin asks excitedly, bouncing up and down.

Jeongguk chuckles at Jimin, then he leans on the table, eyes on Namjoon. "If you decide at any point you want to stop and scrap the entire thing, we won't argue or ask any questions. And you'll be included in whatever money we make, if things go according to plan, obviously. We want you to feel like an equal, and we want you to be comfortable."

"You really think it would be hot to watch Jimin fuck me?"

Jeongguk's eyes glimmer with something dark and playful. "Even if you didn't want to be filmed, I would still be very interested in watching that."

"Really?" Namjoon knows he should stop feeling so surprised, but he can't help it.

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow and plays with his lip ring with his teeth. "Absolutely, hyung."

"When?"

Jeongguk shrugs, and Jimin looks between Jeongguk and Namjoon expectantly.

"Tonight is probably too soon," Jeongguk mutters.

Tonight is definitely probably too soon. It feels overwhelming and intimidating, and Namjoon becomes dizzy at the thought. But, he wonders when he wouldn't feel that way.

Namjoon chugs the last half of his beer and says, "Yeah, tonight might be too soon, but I don't think I would ever really be ready, so...we could try it tonight...i-if you wanted to."

Jimin's face brightens with excitement, mouth falling agape, and Jeongguk smirks as if trying to bite back his surprise.

"Alright," Jeongguk mutters. "Shall we?"

Jimin and Jeongguk slam their glasses of beer. There's still a little more beer leftover in the pitcher, but they abandon it. Jimin links hands with Jeongguk and with Namjoon and tugs them along to the exit. No words are spoken on the walk back to their apartment; they only live six blocks away, in the same student apartment neighborhood as Namjoon, which is part of why they frequent that bar.

Outside their complex, Jeongguk walks ahead to unlock the front door, and Jimin continues to hold onto both of them, forming a little chain of bodies. Namjoon likes the feeling of his hand being tugged forward by Jimin's smaller hand. He likes the warmth, both physically and emotionally, as he's led to do something he still can't quite wrap his head around but that he wants very much.

Jeongguk and Jimin live on the second level at the end of the hall. For the most part, the complex is quiet, with some music coming from an apartment here and there, and Namjoon hopes that whatever noise they make won't be easily heard in the hallway.

Once inside the apartment, Jeongguk kicks out of his boots, pulls from Jimin's grasp and moves into their small kitchen. Jimin and Namjoon kick off their shoes awkwardly; Jimin doesn't let Namjoon go, limiting their range of motion.

Jimin giggles as he hobbles free from his shoes and falls into Namjoon, and Namjoon allows Jimin to lean his body against him, holding his arm up as if to catch but not going in for an embrace; not yet. Jeongguk returns with a glass of water and smirks, nodding his head toward their bedroom.

"Ready?"

"Maybe," Namjoon mutters with a grin, suddenly feeling shy.

Jimin tugs Namjoon through their apartment, into the bedroom. He has been there many times, but this time the air in the apartment feels heavy, and Namjoon is full of nerves. He asks himself if he's really going through with this and bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a smile.

Namjoon pauses in the doorway of their bedroom and Jimin tugs him along to the bed and pulls him to sit down. Namjoon sits on the soft blue comforter, and it shouldn't feel like such a big deal; he's sat on the edge of their bed many times and has even laid between them to watch movies, but this time feels different. This time feels laden with anticipation.

"There are a couple ways we can do this," Jeongguk says, walking around the room to gather his video equipment. "We could start filming and then get into the groove and ignore the fact that there's a camera until you're comfortable enough, or we could make out, get you a little relaxed, and let you decide when to film."

Namjoon looks between his hand in Jimin's grasp and at Jeongguk across the room, letting the options swim around his mind. Although there's not very much to consider, he struggles to make a decision. Jimin gives Namjoon's hand an encouraging squeeze.

"I would like to save any of the more sexy stuff beyond making out for the camera so that the reactions are genuine," Jeongguk continues, "but I don't think it would make a huge difference to the audience if they weren't, so it's up to you and whatever makes you comfortable. We're shooting porn, not an art film."

Jeongguk, who had been checking the display on his video camera—probably for battery or space percentages, Namjoon assumes—sets the camera down on a leather office chair that's facing the bed, and he approaches Namjoon.

"Hey, hyung, are you good?" Jeongguk asks, kneeling before Namjoon and taking his free hand in both of his.

Namjoon's heart races, and he knows he must look terrified, so he smiles and looks at Jeongguk kneeling before him, then at Jimin, to his right. "I'm good. It's...kind of a lot. But I'm into it."

"Should we kiss a little first to warm up?" Jimin asks, giving Namjoon's hand a gentle tug.

Namjoon turns to Jimin and lets out a heavy exhale. From this distance, Namjoon can see a light dusting of pink eye shadow that he missed at the bar. Jimin always looks so devastatingly pretty, and with just a hint of makeup, he's even more breathtaking.

"Yeah," Namjoon mutters, "that would be nice."

"Can I kiss you too?" Jeongguk asks, and Namjoon turns to find Jeongguk sitting high on his knees, grinning.

"Yes," Namjoon all but whispers, turning back to Jimin, whose hand gently takes the side of Namjoon's face and pulls him close.

Namjoon's entire body is abuzz with excitement as Jimin inches closer. When their lips touch, Namjoon takes Jimin's soft, thick bottom lip gently into his mouth and sucks, pulling a soft whimper from Jimin's throat.

The noise, the touch, and the gentle floral and citrus scent that fills Namjoon's nose all burst and swim fiercely through him, from his head to his toes, pooling and swirling and threatening to flood him all at once.

Jimin's mouth falls open with a deep moan, and Namjoon licks against his tongue, groaning as Jimin's tongue laps at his in return. Jimin tightens his hold on Namjoon's head, squeezes his hand, and licks into his mouth, and Namjoon moans and trembles, letting himself fall pliant for Jimin to do whatever he pleases as a tingle of arousal travels from Namjoon's tongue, straight to his cock. Jimin tastes and smells and feels like heaven.

A hand on Namjoon's chest rubs up towards his throat—a sensation he enjoys quite a bit—then grips onto his shirt and tugs him forward. Jimin releases his lips, and Namjoon turns just in time for Jeongguk to be the only thing he can see, so close, Jeongguk barely pulls Namjoon down to slot their lips together.

Jeongguk kisses deep and hungrily, licking and sucking and groaning into Namjoon's mouth with a force that makes him dizzy. Jeongguk's hand snakes around Namjoon's neck and grips onto his skin and hair, and Namjoon whimpers and attempts to keep up, swirling his tongue against Jeongguk's whenever he has a chance.

"You're hogging him," Jimin whines as his hands take Namjoon by the hair and neck and pull him back to the side, to where Jimin is getting onto his knees on the bed and towering over Namjoon. Jeongguk releases Namjoon with a smirk and rubs his hands over Namjoon's chest, and Jimin leans down to lick over Namjoon's lips before sucking the bottom one between his teeth.

Namjoon has never been so overwhelmed with desire. He feels like Jimin and Jeongguk are a wildfire threatening to consume him whole and leave nothing behind but a pile of ash. Two hands squeeze Namjoon's thighs, and the tightness of his pants reminds him just how hard his cock is.

"Joonie-hyung seems to really like us," Jeongguk says in almost a teasing tone.

"Is that so, baby?" Jimin asks against Namjoon's lips. "You like us, hmm?"

"Of course I do," Namjoon whines into Jimin’s mouth, and yeah, wow, all at once, he is acutely aware of just how turned on he is.

Jeongguk's hands continue to rub over Namjoon's thighs, and Namjoon wishes Jeongguk would touch him, even though he knows that's Jimin's duty, and he wants to be so good for Jimin.

"Wanna keep making out, or do you want to get started?" Jeongguk asks.

Jimin releases the kiss, and Namjoon opens his eyes to find him smiling so sweetly at him. "No pressure, baby; we want you to be comfortable," he adds.

Namjoon thinks he might actually burst into flames if he doesn't feel at least some kind of release, but the build-up is so delicious, it's hard for him to choose.

"Let's make out more, but on camera?" Namjoon suggests, surprising himself by how eager he is despite how nerve-racking the idea of making porn with two of his best friends is.

Jimin's face lights up, and Namjoon feels whiplash from how soft and sweet and small he can seem while also being so fucking sexy, with a presence that feels massive. Jeongguk's hands slip down Namjoon's legs, and he sees from the periphery as Jeongguk picks up his camera and takes a seat in the chair.

"Remember, we can stop at any point," Jeongguk says. "You have full control, hyung. And even if we get through the whole video and you decide you don't want us to use it, we won't."

Namjoon feels a swell of affection fill him as he looks between Jimin's bright, sweet smile and Jeongguk's concerned one. He shifts his body, so one leg is up on the bed, and he's facing Jimin, while the other leg hangs off the edge. "I know I'm in good hands with you guys," he says, turning back to Jimin. "I'm not worried."

"Gonna hit record," Jeongguk says. "And...we're filming."

Jimin stays where he is, kneeling on the bed while cradling Namjoon's face in his hands and smiling softly. Namjoon can see the camera pointed at him, but he keeps his eyes on Jimin and focuses on his breathing.

"Smile pretty for the camera," Jimin says softly, and Namjoon pulls a cheesy smile that makes Jimin fall into a fit of laughter, hands sliding onto Namjoon's shoulders. It takes a moment for Jimin to straighten himself out, and when he does, he returns his hands to Namjoon's cheeks.

"How are you doing, hyung?" Jimin asks.

"Good," Namjoon mutters.

Jimin turns to the camera with a smirk and says, "My boyfriend is going to record me fucking this big, sexy hunk of a man. How exciting."

"Dear god, Jiminah," Jeongguk whines from behind the camera.

"Poor boy won't be able to touch or play. Just has to watch." Jimin turns back to Namjoon. "Which is a shame because he wants to fuck you so bad, baby. And you're all mine."

"Is that so?" Namjoon mutters weakly while Jimin's words ricochet through his mind.

Jimin hums and leans in closer. "We talk about it all the time. About how sexy and sweet you are. About how badly we wanna choke on your cock. I bet you have a huge cock, don't you, baby?"

One of Jimin's hands—the one closest to the camera—moves down over Namjoon's chest, past his tummy, until Jimin's fingertips are at his waistline, over his shirt.

"May I touch you?" Jimin asks, and Namjoon nods, small shallow movements while feeling a tad dazed.

"Yes," Namjoon mutters, "please."

Jimin's hand continues down, fingertips grazing over Namjoon's bulge, and then he grips him firmly in his palm. Jimin's eyes widen as Namjoon groans from a mix of pain and pleasure that courses through him as his cock is squeezed over constricting pants.

"Oh, Ggukie, he feels so big," Jimin whines. "Good thing I'm fucking you tonight; Joonie-hyung could break my tight little ass in half with this thing."

Namjoon is absolutely floored by the filthy words coming out of Jimin's pretty mouth, and all he can do is sit and watch in awe as Jimin palms his cock over his jeans and pouts. The visual of making Jimin cry on his cock is enticing but nowhere near as exciting as the prospect of what Jimin will do to him.

While Namjoon is open to exploring sex in all avenues and dynamics—safely and within reason—he loves being held down and overpowered, turned into a whimpering, sobbing mess. People always assume that because Namjoon is big and strong and has a big cock, that he prefers to be the one in control. But they're wrong. Namjoon is sensitive and cums easily and repeatedly, and with the right partner, overstimulation feels like heaven.

And, of course, Jimin and Jeongguk know this because he's talked and, at times, complained about it over pints with them before. As his best friends, they've heard all about his gripes with people wanting a dynamic that he doesn't prefer. Jimin must just be teasing the audience and perhaps Jeongguk with the visual of Namjoon fucking him, so he plays along.

"You're right," Namjoon smirks, "I don't think you could handle me."

Jimin's eyes widen, and he squeezes Namjoon's cock through his jeans, making Namjoon hiss and moan from the pressure. "Already giving me a fucking attitude, baby? Am I going to have to put you in your place?"

Namjoon chuckles, though his heart pounds so hard he's dizzy. "I would love to see you try."

Despite having consumed beer—and one overly sweet shot that Namjoon would like to forget entirely—he feels sobered up. There's a haze of intoxication that swims in the air, draping over Namjoon like a thick fog, but he thinks that it's mostly thanks to Jimin and Jeongguk.

Jimin's hands leave Namjoon, and he fights the urge to whine and to grab them and place them back on his body—anywhere he'll touch. But Jimin reaches back to undo his necklace and toss it onto the bed, away from where they sit, and then he begins to untuck his purple turtleneck from those bright blue slacks he wears.

Although the shirt is so tight it leaves almost nothing to the imagination, Namjoon watches with bated breath as Jimin gathers the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Jimin's body is all taut muscle and golden skin with hints of black ink here and there, and the sight has Namjoon's mouth falling open. Namjoon has seen Jimin change shirts in the past, and has been swimming with him on more than one occasion, but he’s never gotten to gawk openly at him before, and Jimin’s body has never been his to explore until now.

"Like what you see, baby?" Jimin asks, tossing his shirt to the floor.

"I love what I see," Namjoon mutters, swallowing all the saliva that's pooled beneath his tongue before he drools it down his chin.

Namjoon reaches for the hem of his shirt to get equally undressed, and Jimin reaches forward and slaps his hands away. "Let me."

"Yes, sir," Namjoon says teasingly, and Jimin smirks as he reaches for the bottom of Namjoon's black shirt.

Jimin tugs the garment up, sitting high on his knees, and Namjoon raises his hands in the air to assist. Once the shirt is high enough, Namjoon lowers his arms, pulling the sleeves somewhat inside out, and feels the cool air of the room hit his skin. Jimin's hands are on Namjoon's chest in seconds, and he rubs down over Namjoon's pecs and up, palming over his nipples, sending a shudder through Namjoon.

"Damn," Jimin mutters, staring at Namjoon like a man entranced. "Close the gyms."

Namjoon chuckles and reaches out to take Jimin by the waist. "You're one to talk; your body is fucking perfect."

"Shut up and fucking kiss me," Jimin moans, snaking his hands around Namjoon's neck and pulling him into a kiss more eager than the last. Namjoon pulls Jimin closer, practically toppling them over and smiles as Jimin attempts to climb onto his lap.

"Get all the way on the bed," Jimin commands, pulling out of the kiss but not letting Namjoon go.

Namjoon scoots, attempting to position himself with his hands while Jimin leans back in for a kiss. When Namjoon is closer to the center of the bed, Jimin pushes him down, making Namjoon's breath hitch when his head hits the comforter, and straddles him while licking into his mouth and sucking on his lip.

Jimin sits over Namjoon's cock and rolls his hips downward, teasingly, and a burst of pleasure shakes through Namjoon. He moans and loosely holds onto the belt loops of Jimin's pants as Jimin's mouth and hips drive him wild.

"I want to take my time with you and make you an overstimulated, whimpering mess, but I'm not sure that's suitable porn footage," Jimin whines against Namjoon's lips.

The idea of Jimin slowly unraveling him until he's crosseyed and begging for mercy is definitely on Namjoon's list of things he wants more than anything in this world, but Jimin is already undressing him and touching him, so he won't complain.

"I'll edit this, so do whatever you want," Jeongguk says, and Jimin smirks against Namjoon's lips, sending a shiver down Namjoon's spine and straight to his cock.

"Whatever I want, hmm?" Jimin groans.

Namjoon looks Jimin in the eyes, knitting his eyebrows with desire, and says, "Yes, please."

Jimin sits up and runs his hands over Namjoon's torso, down to his pants, scooting his ass back so he can undo Namjoon's fly. With his zipper open and Jimin continuing to crawl backward while he pulls his pants completely off, Namjoon feels nervous once more.

As soon as Namjoon's legs are free of denim, Jimin's hands are on him, rubbing up and down his thighs and spreading him wide. Namjoon bends his legs, letting Jimin touch and do anything he wants while his cock throbs against his briefs.

"God, you're hot," Jimin says, squeezing the insides of Namjoon's thighs. He turns to Jeongguk and mutters, "Are you jealous yet?"

Namjoon looks between Jimin and Jeongguk's camera, feeling a hint of trepidation from the word jealous being thrown around. Jeongguk chuckles and says, "Hyung does look incredible, but I have no reason to be jealous, baby. I want you to have fun with him."

Jimin rolls his eyes and huffs as if exasperated and pouts, "For the sake of the porn, you should be jealous, silly," making Jeongguk laugh.

"Believe me, baby," Jeongguk purrs from behind the camera, tilting his head to look Namjoon in the eye, "there are so many things I have dreamt of doing to Namjoon-hyung. But for today, he's all yours."

Namjoon's heart races as he holds Jeongguk's gaze. Jimin crawls up Namjoon, straddling his hips and pulling his face forward to look at him, and Namjoon's breath hitches seeing him this close once more.

"So pretty," Namjoon whispers, and he can feel himself smiling like an idiot. "You're so fucking pretty, Jimin. Lemme see the rest of you."

Jimin stares at Namjoon for a split moment as if stunned, then blinks himself back to the present and grins. Jimin tends to get easily flustered, especially when he's trying to be in control of whatever situation is at hand, and Namjoon is intentionally trying to push his buttons.

Namjoon is trying and succeeding. Jimin grips onto Namjoon's pecs, digging his tiny fingers into the skin and taunts, "Trying to tell me what to do, big boy?"

Warmth floods Namjoon's cheeks, and he bites down on his bottom lip, raises his eyebrows and challenges, "And if I am."

"How rough can I be with you, hyung?" Jimin asks softly, snaking a hand from Namjoon's chest to his jaw.

Namjoon has also spoken at length with Jimin and Jeongguk—also usually while drunk—about how rough he likes it, about how he likes to be fucked hard, treated like a slut and forced into submission. He knows Jimin isn't really the type to dominate—at least from the conversations they've had, he doesn't think he is—but he knows Jimin enjoys taking control and making others bend at least a little to his will.

"As rough as you'd like, pretty," Namjoon groans, trying to keep his composure but panting as Jimin's fingers grip onto him tightly and squeeze, pushing his lips into a pout.

"God, you have such a pretty fucking mouth, baby," Jimin groans, leaning close, and Namjoon's gaze falls to Jimin's equally pretty lips. "I bet these lips would look so good around my cock."

Namjoon's entire body responds to Jimin's words, arousal licking at every nerve, covering him with warmth. Jimin smirks, and Namjoon wonders if his face gave his desperation away; his eyes always tell on him.

"I changed my mind; I want you on the floor, on your knees," Jimin commands, giving Namjoon's jaw a little squeeze before letting him go. Jimin shifts onto his side, falling onto his butt on the mattress with his legs still tangled over Namjoon's hips, and Namjoon sits up and does as he's told, untangling himself and getting onto the floor on his knees.

Jimin stands and undoes those damned bright blue pants and shimmies out of them, then takes his place in front of Namjoon. Namjoon watches intently as Jimin rubs his hands up his own body, then down, over his pecs, his tummy, over dips and curves of muscle, until his fingertips are on the waistband of his briefs.

"I wonder if hyung has a gag reflex," Jimin teases as his thumbs dip under the fabric and tug.

Namjoon's eyes follow the movement, trailing between Jimin's thumbs and his impressive bulge, and he licks his lips in anticipation.

"So eager, baby," Jimin teases. "I see you licking your lips; I bet you can't wait to taste me, can you?"

Namjoon's mouth falls open as a shaky exhale escapes him. and he looks up into Jimin's eyes and mutters, "You're right; I can't wait."

"Tell me how badly you want my cock."

Namjoon swallows hard, eyes trailing down Jimin's body, to the bulge in his briefs, and back up his golden, muscular torso to his face. "I bet your cock is just as pretty as you are," Namjoon mutters. "I bet you taste so sweet. I bet you can make me cry, too. Would you like to try?"

Jimin's eyes widen, and he grins down at Namjoon as his thumbs hook under the waistband of his briefs and pull, revealing his thick, pretty cock. Namjoon's mouth falls open at the sight of Jimin's rosy cock head slick with precum, and he feels the overwhelming urge to worship every inch of Jimin and take his time making him feel so good. But he knows Jeongguk is filming and will have to edit, so he places his hands on his knees and opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out.

"You want this cock in your mouth, baby?" Jimin teases, stroking one hand up his length.

Namjoon watches as a bead of precum pools on the tip of Jimin's cock and feels the saliva pool under his tongue. He nods eagerly and mutters, "Please," and sticks his tongue back out.

Jimin reaches out to take Namjoon gently by the head, lacing his fingers through his hair as he tugs him closer. Namjoon leans forward, allowing himself to be pulled, keeping his eyes on Jimin's pretty face, and Jimin pushes his hips forward and taps the tip of his cock to Namjoon's tongue with a giggle. Namjoon whimpers, eager for more.

"You want me that badly?"

Namjoon pleads with his eyes and nods his head, whimpering "uh-huh" with drool dripping from his tongue onto his chin. Jimin pulls Namjoon's head closer and places his cock on Namjoon's tongue, gracing his taste buds with a heady sweet and bitter taste, and Namjoon desperately wants more, but he sits pretty and waits for instruction.

"Suck," Jimin commands.

Namjoon closes his lips around Jimin's cock and slowly begins to suck, leaning forward and gripping his knees in his fingers. Jimin's cock stretches Namjoon's lips and feels heavy on his tongue, and Namjoon keeps his eyes on Jimin's pretty face as best as he can as he slowly sucks and groans.

Sweet, pitchy whimpers fall from Jimin's lips, and Namjoon wants to suck hard, wants to choke Jimin down and make him whine, but he takes it slow, knowing Jimin will get impatient and take control—knowing Jimin will eventually make him gag and cry, which is precisely what he wants.

Jimin holds Namjoon's hair firmly and begins to move his hips, and Namjoon does his best to keep up, sucking in his cheeks and swirling his tongue as much as he can, hoping to encourage Jimin to want more—to take more.

"Can I fuck your throat?" Jimin asks softly, and Namjoon opens his eyes wide and attempts to nod his head and mutter yes, but the sound and movement are muffled and small.

Jimin pulls his cock all the way out, and drool and spit drip between the tip and Namjoon's lips, down Namjoon's chin.

"Yes, please," Namjoon says.

With a grin, Jimin shoves his cock back into Namjoon's mouth, into his throat, and he holds it firmly in place until Namjoon is forced to swallow and begins to gag. Jimin pulls out and asks, "Too rough?"

Namjoon grins as he responds, "No, I like it like that," then opens his mouth wide once more.

Jimin slides his cock into Namjoon's throat, adjusts his stance, and keeps a hand in Namjoon's hair while the other grabs him under the chin. Like this, Jimin's cock constricts his breathing even more, and he can already feel tears pool in his eyes.

"Pinch me if you need air," Jimin says softly as he pulls his cock back. Namjoon takes a breath in through his nose, and Jimin's hips buck forward, filling Namjoon's mouth and hitting his throat so perfectly.

The urge to gag is light, and Namjoon breathes through it, determined to be so good for Jimin. He keeps his eyes up, focused on Jimin's pretty face and chest, and finds himself attempting to smile despite his mouth being stretched over Jimin's length. Jimin must notice, and he smiles sweetly and bites his lower lip.

Then Jimin's expression changes to something dark and needy, and he begins to roll his hips and fuck Namjoon's mouth. Each thrust is steady but firm, hitting Namjoon's throat at a pace that Namjoon can breathe through and enjoy. But then he begins to speed up, and Namjoon struggles to keep rhythm.

Namjoon loves this. Loves submitting and being so good—loves being used for someone else's pleasure. His own cock throbs for attention, but the sight of bliss on Jimin's face, tugging his brows into a gentle frown while his mouth hangs open, is all the satisfaction Namjoon needs in this moment, and he drinks it all in as if he's starved for it.

"Fuck, your mouth is so good, Joonie," Jimin whines.

Jimin's eyes flutter closed, and his head lolls back, and Namjoon watches as Jimin's body trembles with pleasure; listens as moans and whimpers fall from Jimin's lips.

"Gonna choke you on my cock and then cum on your tongue, so be sure to hold it out for me like a good boy," Jimin groans.

Jimin's eyes find Namjoon's once more, and although Namjoon's vision is beginning to blur from tears, he keeps them open and stares up at Jimin as best as he can. Anticipation has Namjoon's heart beating hard, and as Jimin presses his cock firmly into Namjoon's throat, constricting his airway once more, Namjoon's mind goes blank.

Bliss. Bliss and admiration and desire are the only things Namjoon can process, and if there are coherent thoughts swimming around in that brain of his, he currently does not have access to them. The urge to gag builds and builds, and Namjoon swallows it down until he can't. He feels tears pour from his eyes in hot streaks down his cheeks as his throat convulses and fights for air.

Jimin pulls out, and Namjoon gasps but opens wide, blinking through the tears while he sits pretty and waits for Jimin to cum. Warm viscous release hits Namjoon's cheek and lip first, then lands on his tongue, and a giggle slips through Jimin's moans as he strokes himself to completion over Namjoon's face.

Namjoon stays with his hands on his knees and his tongue stuck out, showing Jimin how good he is, and waiting for the command to swallow. Jimin releases Namjoon's hair and runs his hand over Namjoon's face, thumbing over the cum that splattered on his cheek and gathering some of it.

"Swallow for me," Jimin commands softly, and Namjoon does as he's told, closing his mouth and savoring the taste of Jimin before swallowing it. Namjoon opens his mouth again to show off his clean tongue, and Jimin presses his thumb against it, rubbing more of his release into his taste buds.

"Did you like that?" Jimin asks with a wide smile. His pupils are blown and dark, and sweat glistens on his forehead and neck, making him devastatingly pretty.

"I did," Namjoon mutters with a hoarse voice, throat sore from being used so roughly. "Thank you, Jimin."

The two of them smile and stare at one another for a moment, and then Jeongguk pipes up. "Let's break here and have some water?"

Namjoon is thankful to Jeongguk, who sets down his camera and leaves the room with an empty glass to fetch them some water. Although he's used to going through sexual sessions without stopping to soothe his aching throat, he's with his friends, doing them a favor, and he would like this to turn out as good as possible for them.

Jimin sits on the bed and pats it, inviting Namjoon to join him, and Namjoon groans as he stands, feeling stiffness in his limbs from being bent against the floor for so long. When Namjoon sits on the bed beside Jimin, Jimin wastes no time wrapping him in a tight side hug, pinning his arms to his sides while his chin rests on his shoulder. These types of hugs are customary from Jimin, but he's never felt one while topless and covered in sweat, and he revels in the new feeling of warm skin against warm skin.

"Are you having fun?" Jimin asks sweetly.

Namjoon attempts to turn his head to look at Jimin, but his eyes can only really see his lips. "I am," he croaks hoarsely, "I'm having a lot of fun."

"Good. I am too. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Namjoon scoffs and says, "What? Shoot a porn?"

Jimin releases Namjoon from the hug and smacks him on the shoulder, making Namjoon yelp in surprise and turn to face him. An adorable glare tugs at Jimin's features, and he says, "No, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, you idiot!"

"Ah," Namjoon responds, suddenly feeling a bit shy and more than a bit silly. "That. I, uh...I guess I've thought about it before, too."

Namjoon is not helping his case at all, and when Jimin lands another smack against his arm and pulls his face into a wide incredulous look, Namjoon cowers away from his friend.

"You guess you've thought of it before?" Jimin shouts. "Wow, casanova, you sure have a way with words. No wonder you're chronically bitchless!"

It's Namjoon's turn to look at his friend with a wide, incredulous expression and Namjoon fights the urge to tackle Jimin. "I'm not chronically bitchless; I'm focusing on school!" he squawks defensively, and Jimin raises his eyebrows and nods as if to suggest he doesn't buy it.

"And also!" Namjoon continues, "It's not that I haven't wanted to fuck you too, it's just...I don't know, you guys are my best friends, how can I admit to you that it's something I've wanted without it being weird? How would that make your boyfriend feel?"

"I'm cool," Jeongguk responds, and Namjoon turns quickly to find Jeongguk standing before them, holding out a glass of water to him. Namjoon takes the water and slowly drinks from it, grateful for the soothing feeling in his throat. "Trust me, Jimin won't shut up about wanting to fuck you; he's talked about it for years! But we never knew how to approach the topic, or even if we should, so we just...haven't."

Namjoon is surprised by Jeongguk's candor, but at the same time, he's not. Jimin and Jeongguk have been together for ages and have often entertained the idea of threesomes and having a more sexually open relationship if the right person came around. He just never expected that person would be him.

"I mentioned earlier that there were things I've thought about doing to you, so it's no secret that I also want to fuck you," Jeongguk continues. "And obviously, I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything with me after you two are done. We're friends, and I respect the friendship. I'm happy either way."

It's a lot of information at once, and Namjoon isn't sure what to say, so he doesn't say anything. Jimin takes the glass from Namjoon's hands, and Namjoon realizes he'd been spacing out at a spot on Jeongguk's shirt, and when he blinks out of it, he finds Jeongguk watching him with a calm, unmoved expression.

"We could discuss it," Namjoon says softly. He would like it if he and Jeongguk got a turn too, but that's something to talk about later.

"Alright," Jimin says, setting the glass on the bedside table. "How should we position ourselves so we're ready to cut into a scene where I start fingering this big boy open?" Namjoon’s breath hitches from Jimin’s words and Jimin sends him a cheeky wink.

Jeongguk directs them to get back onto the floor in a similar position and begins to record again from the same spot but pans around, thinking he can somehow transition into it. Not that it matters, he mutters aloud as he sets the shots up, and Namjoon finds it endearing that he's taking the task so seriously.

"Get on the bed for me," Jimin instructs as he turns to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of lube from it. "I want you on your hands and knees, big boy."

Namjoon scrambles onto his feet and gets onto the bed, as close to the center as he can before Jimin is behind him, pressing his chest down against the mattress and rubbing his hands over his ribs and hips and over his ass.

"It's like unwrapping a gift on christmas morning," Jimin mutters as his fingers hook over the hem of Namjoon's briefs and begin to pull.

Suddenly Namjoon feels nervous about being so exposed, and he presses his forehead into the mattress as Jimin pulls his briefs down, over his ass and past his thighs.

"Oh fuck," Jimin mutters, "you are pretty."

Pretty, Namjoon thinks, letting the word flutter around his thoughts. Nobody has ever called his asshole pretty before, and somehow the thought makes him feel even shyer, and he's grateful that neither of them can see how red his face and cheeks undoubtedly are.

Wet warmth gently grazes over Namjoon's rim, and the sensation is so good, Namjoon gasps and lets out a soft whimper, turning his head so that the sound can be captured on camera. Jimin flicks his tongue a little firmer and draws circles over Namjoon, and pleasure courses through him, dizzying him quickly.

"You taste as good as you look, baby." Jimin whines, squeezing Namjoon's butt cheeks in both hands. "Do you like the way my tongue feels?"

"Yes," Namjoon pants, surprised by the neediness in his voice. "Feels so good."

Jimin moans as he licks Namjoon again, this time lapping at him slowly as if to savor him. Then, Jimin sets a rhythm of lapping and flicking his tongue, giving firm, intentional sweeps of wetness and teasing hints of pressure. Namjoon moans and feels his legs begin to quake as his pleasure builds quickly.

With the tip of his tongue, Jimin penetrates Namjoon, and both men moan in tandem. Drool drips around Namjoon's eager hole, and although the stretch isn't much, it's something, and Namjoon wants more.

Jimin spreads Namjoon's cheeks wide as he fucks his tongue into his ass, and Namjoon moans and whines as arousal pools and expands like a coil pulling taut inside him.

Namjoon can cum untouched, but if he starts now, he's worried he'll cum again and again and turn into an overstimulated mess before they've barely had a chance to get started. Although it might make for a good porn scene, he's not sure that's the vibe they're going for.

"Oh fuck," Namjoon whimpers softly into the comforter, feeling his pleasure built too high, too fast. Maybe it's the fact that it's Jimin who is tongue-fucking his ass that has everything feeling heightened, but suddenly, he feels the coil of pleasure threatening to snap.

"So sensitive," Jimin teases against Namjoon's rim. Jimin must sit back, and his tongue and hands leave Namjoon, suddenly making him feel exposed and empty, and he bites the urge to whine. Then the sound of a lube bottle opens, and Namjoon tightens his fists around the comforter of the bed, bracing himself.

"I see you clenching around nothing, baby," Jimin says as he drags a finger over Namjoon's rim, giggling through his words as a shiver runs up Namjoon's spine. "So eager for me."

Jimin reaches under Namjoon and grabs his cock, and Namjoon gasps from the feeling. "Jesus, Joonie, your cock is big! I always knew it would be." The praise makes Namjoon grin.

Jimin releases Namjoon's cock after a few slow tugs that have him reeling and slowly pushes a lubed-up finger into Namjoon's ass. Namjoon gasps and allows his head to fall forward as the stretch sends a dull burn through his body, and Jimin leaves soft, wet kisses along the back of Namjoon's thigh as he gently works his finger in and out.

Slowly, Jimin eases one, then two, then three fingers into Namjoon, fucking and scissoring them to stretch him out. A cacophony of moans, hisses and squelching sounds fills the room, and a sheen of sweat covers Namjoon by the time he's done.

"On your back, I wanna suck your cock," Jimin mutters, slowly petting Namjoon's thighs.

"Uh—okay," Namjoon stammers as he anchors himself onto his elbows and scoots forward.

Namjoon moves a pillow away from the headboard of the bed, turns, and sits against it, and Jimin instantly crawls to his lap to straddle his legs and grab onto his cock. Jimin slowly works Namjoon's cock into his mouth and back out, and it feels incredible. Warm and wet and vibrating with sound as Jimin whimpers around Namjoon's length while taking it into his throat.

Jimin changes his pace and swallows Namjoon's cock eagerly. He wraps a fist around Namjoon and strokes his length as he sucks and bobs his head, and Namjoon is all at once so overcome with pleasure that his head falls back against the headboard, and his orgasm rushes through him. Jimin lets out a pleased hum as Namjoon pants and grasps at the comforter at his sides, desperate to hold on for purchase.

"Fuck, Jimin, I'm gonna cum," Namjoon whimpers and his eyes squeeze shut as the coil begins to snap.

Jimin lifts his head from Namjoon long enough to say, "Cum in my mouth, big boy," and as soon as Namjoon's cock is sunken back into Jimin's warm, wet mouth, the tension in his tummy becomes too much and Namjoon cums.

Namjoon curses and whimpers as Jimin sucks the soul straight from his cock. Waves of pleasure drag him under, sending a tremble through Namjoon's hips, and by the time he's spent, with no more to give, he opens his eyes to find the room spinning and to hear himself gasping for air.

"Wow," Jimin giggles. "Is it always that intense?"

"N-no," Namjoon pants. "Well, not always; only sometimes."

"Yeah?" Jimin asks curiously, rubbing his hands up and down Namjoon's thighs. "Guess I'm just special then, hmm?"

Namjoon hums in agreement and truth be told, he's not wrong. Jimin's not only special because his mouth and hands are talented, but he's special because he's him. Namjoon has known and cared for Jimin for a long time; he knows he can just let go and succumb to bliss because, with Jimin, he'll be taken care of.

Jimin sits back and spreads Namjoon's thighs wide, bending them as he gets between them. He rubs his hands up and down Namjoon's thighs, then says, "Actually, back on your hands and knees, baby."

Namjoon's limbs feel heavy as he scrambles up into a fully seated position to give his legs enough room to turn without hitting Jimin, and spins to get onto his hands and knees.

"Face down against the mattress, baby," Jimin commands as he uses his hands to spread Namjoon wide.

The sound of the lube bottle opening has Namjoon once again taking two fistfuls of the comforter into his hands as he anticipates penetration. Jimin's slick, blunt tip brushes over Namjoon's hole and Namjoon tenses from the sensation, then does his best to relax, still reeling from the first orgasm.

Jimin rolls his hips just enough to push the head of his cock into Namjoon's ass, and sparks fly through Namjoon's body, threatening to suffocate him as he squeezes the blanket beneath him and breathes through the painful yet euphoric feeling of Jimin's cock stretching him out.

"So tight, Joonie," Jimin groans, pulling his hips back and slowly pushing them forward. Jimin's cock sinks a little deeper with each thrust, pushing the air from Namjoon's lungs a little harder each time.

Slowly and gradually, Jimin sinks his entire cock inside Namjoon, stretching him so perfectly, making him feel so full. Namjoon gasps for air and breathes around the overwhelming, heavy sensation that rocks through his limbs and turns him to mush. Then, when he can't possibly wait any longer to be fucked, he mutters, "Okay; I'm good."

Jimin pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, punching the air from Namjoon's chest. Namjoon moans and drops his head forward, and as the sudden burst of pleasure rocks through him, Jimin does it again. And again.

Suddenly, Namjoon is acutely aware of everything. Jimin's fingers digging into his hips, Jimin's thighs against his ass, Jimin's length rubbing against his prostate. It would be a dangerous enough combination with how sensitive Namjoon already is, but knowing it's Jimin, hearing Jimin's voice, well, Namjoon doesn't stand a chance.

Jimin sets a steady pace, fucking Namjoon rougher than he would have expected but not so rough that Namjoon feels overwhelmed. They moan and whimper in tandem, and Jimin mutters praises like, "So tight," and "So good for me," while Namjoon whimpers, "You fuck me so good," and various haphazard sounds that aren't quite words.

Blood has finally rushed to Namjoon's cock enough to make it throb and smack against his tummy with every thrust, and Namjoon begins to fear that Jimin might actually make him cum just as fast as before. All it would take is one gentle squeeze from his dainty hand, Namjoon thinks.

Jimin cracks a hand over Namjoon's ass, pulling him from his thoughts and making him yelp. The stinging pain mixes with the pleasure pools inside him, and Namjoon lets go of the blanket he's been gripping so tightly, allowing himself to relax and sink further into bliss.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Jimin groans. "You take my cock so well, Joonie."

Jimin presses his open palms onto Namjoon's ass, making him lay flat against the bed, and then Jimin adjusts his legs so that he's straddling Namjoon's thighs and closing them tight. Like this, Namjoon feels Jimin's cock drag through his walls much more intensely, and Jimin lifts his hips at a new angle to drive his cock into Namjoon more deeply.

"Holy fuck," Jimin groans. "So fucking tight like this."

Namjoon is certain he sees stars. Every star in the known galaxy, and even more beyond all of those. Jimin's cock spears him so deliciously, forcing moans from him as the pleasure is truly so intense, it makes Namjoon feel like he's drunk.

"I'm g-gonna cum, baby," Jimin stammers, digging his fingers into Namjoon's hips so hard he wonders if they'll bruise. "Touch yourself. Want you to cum too."

Namjoon drags one arm down and squeezes it between his body and the mattress, waiting for Jimin to pull out so he can push his hips back enough to allow himself to grab onto his cock. Namjoon's other hand grips the blanket once more as the feeling of his hand pushes him dangerously close to the edge.

Jimin fucks into Namjoon so hard, he doesn't even need to attempt to stroke himself. Rather, he slides his fist up far enough to stimulate his head with each stroke and lets the inertia from Jimin's hips do all the work.

"Fuck, you're clenching so tight," Jimin whines, and he fucks Namjoon faster, picking up a punishing pace.

Pleasure mixed with a dull throb of pain from the impact of Jimin's cock slamming straight into Namjoon's guts plunges him over the edge, and Namjoon squeezes his cock gently, moaning and whimpering as he cums. He tries to catch his release in his hand so as to not make a mess, but pleasure rocks through his body so hard that he struggles to control it.

"Fuck, oh my god," Jimin whines, and he slows his hips to a stop and empties his load in Namjoon's ass, trembling and moaning through his orgasm as his hips stutter and thrust shallowly.

Each tiny movement Jimin makes sends a shiver through Namjoon, and he lays, gripping onto his leaking cock as overstimulation sets in and turns him into a pile of boiled noodles. Jimin pulls out, dragging a moan from Namjoon with it, and then Jimin slaps Namjoon's ass and barks, "Sit up, big boy; I'm not finished with you, yet."

The idea of sitting back up has Namjoon panting with exasperation, and he lifts his head from the bed only to let it fall once more, then attempts to wiggle his legs beneath him so that he's on his knees and able to push himself up, from there.

Namjoon releases his spent, cum-covered cock and digs his fist into the mattress, trying not to make a mess. When he manages to spin himself to sit back against the headboard, Namjoon lets out a deep sigh.

Jimin grins at Namjoon, sitting on his heels in the same spot he was, and Namjoon feels his breath hitch at the sight of Jimin so pretty and fucked out, with his dark messy hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. Jimin crawls over to Namjoon, and as he takes his place between Namjoon's thighs, his eyes fall to his hand.

"What's this?" Jimin asks, taking Namjoon's hand and holding it up as if to inspect it.

"D-didn't want to make a mess," Namjoon pants.

"I'll take care of this for you," Jimin offers with a wink as he pulls Namjoon's hand to his mouth and begins to lick the cum that hasn't yet dried from his palm. Jimin's mouth closes around Namjoon's fingers as he sucks the last remaining fluid, and Namjoon curses his eager cock for beginning to tingle once more with arousal.

For the first time since their water break, Namjoon looks around for Jeongguk, finding him sitting in his leather chair, which he's scooted close to the bed. He smiles, and Jeongguk looks up from the small monitor attached to the camera and returns his smile.

"How are you?" Jeongguk asks.

"I was going to ask you that," Namjoon says, resting his head back against the headboard.

Jimin gently sets Namjoon's hand back down and reaches his hands out to Jeongguk, who stands from his chair and sets the camera down.

"Yes, baby?" Jeongguk asks as he approaches, takes Jimin's hands in his, and pulls them to his mouth to place a soft kiss on them.

"Just wanna tell you I love you," Jimin mutters. "Just checking in."

Jeongguk blushes and glances down, and Namjoon follows his eyes, finding a sizable tent in his pants. "I'm good," Jeongguk mutters. "I'm enjoying the show."

Jimin tilts his chin up, asking Jeongguk for another kiss, and Jeongguk gently presses their lips together with a smile, then lets go of Jimin and approaches Namjoon. Gently, Jeongguk reaches up and brushes hair off Namjoon's sweaty forehead, then rubs the backs of his fingers over Namjoon's cheek.

"You're doing great, hyung. Thanks for doing this."

Namjoon can feel himself blush. "You don't have to thank me for letting your boyfriend rail me. I should be thanking you."

Jimin reaches for Namjoon's cock and begins to stroke it. He had squirted lube into his palm unbeknownst to Namjoon, and the slide feels incredible. Namjoon moans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a thud, and Jeongguk walks back to his chair and continues filming.

Namjoon opens his eyes to find Jimin stroking his cock with one hand while reaching between his legs, touching his fingers to Namjoon's used hole. Jimin pushes two fingers inside and slowly begins to finger Namjoon while stroking his cock.

"I want one more," Jimin says with a smirk. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

Namjoon nods his head and whimpers, "Yes," though he's worried that it might be too much. Jimin's hands feel amazing, however, and he thinks it would be foolish to ask for him to stop.

Jimin spreads Namjoon's legs around him and yanks Namjoon down enough to line his cock back up with his hole. The stretch is a bit painful, making Namjoon wince, and Jimin grabs the lube and squirts some directly onto his cock as he pushes a little deeper.

Jimin sets a rough pace from the first snap of his hips, and fire pools in Namjoon’s back and tummy as the pleasure very quickly builds. Jimin is merciless with how he fucks Namjoon, and try as Namjoon might to lift his hands to caress Jimin in any way, he's so overcome that all he can manage is to sit pretty and get fucked.

"So good for me," Jimin mutters. He reaches up to Namjoon's pecs, pressing his palms over Namjoon's sensitive nipples, and Namjoon gasps and whines from the feeling. Jimin giggles.

"Of course your nipples are sensitive," Jimin teases, tweaking both between his thumbs and pointer fingers.

Namjoon feels silly knowing that this is all it will take to plunge him straight into the depths of orgasmic hell, but he's overstimulated, still unable to fully come down from his last orgasm, and Jimin is so pretty, so devious, and so talented, there's nothing he can do to stop himself.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm already so close," Namjoon whines, letting his head hit the headboard again.

"Is that so?" Jimin groans and Namjoon glances to Jimin to find a devious smirk playing at his lips. Namjoon groans and squeezes his eyes shut; he is absolutely fucked.

Jimin fucks Namjoon harder and faster than before, and Namjoon suddenly feels absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure—absolutely consumed by it. Jimin continues to rub Namjoon's nipples between his fingers, sending sparks and waves and bursts all throughout his body.

Before he can comprehend what's happening, orgasm is rocking through Namjoon. He whimpers and mutters, "Fuck, I'm cum—shit!" and feels quake after quake shake through his body. Namjoon is already so far gone from pleasure, and this—being pawed at while his beautiful best friend fucks his brains out—is too fucking much. Namjoon actually worries his heart might stop.

"Fuck," Namjoon whines, "it's too much!"

“Do you need me to stop?” Jimin asks, watching Namjoon intently for a response.

Namjoon shakes his head frantically and mutters, “Not until you cum.”

"Good boy! You got this, baby," Jimin coos. "Relax through the overstimulation."

Namjoon lets out a deep breath and relaxes as best as he can, eager to be so good for Jimin. Jimin reaches under Namjoon's thighs and spreads his legs wide, and he pulls Namjoon into a somewhat different angle, slamming his cock into Namjoon even deeper.

"Oh, fuck!" Namjoon shouts, slumped in a half-seated position, and Jimin continues fucking Namjoon mercilessly, slamming his head into the headboard and tugging on his thighs to get him impossibly closer—to pull Namjoon into an even more awkward position. Namjoon isn't certain he believes in heaven, but he thinks that if it was real, it would feel a lot like this.

"So good for me," Jimin whines. "Fuck, you are so fucking perfect, Joonie."

Namjoon's eyelashes flutter closed and open, and he can barely focus on Jimin. He looks down to find his cock laying limp against his tummy, which is splattered in his release, and he smiles at the mess they've made.

"I'm so close, baby," Jimin whines, squeezing Namjoon's thighs even tighter in his grasp. His pace speeds and all Namjoon can comprehend is the lewd slap of skin against sweaty skin and Jimin's moans. Namjoon's voice is more or less gone, letting out shaky, mostly inaudible gasps and grunts.

"Fuck, that's it," Jimin cries, slamming his hips hard into Namjoon.

Namjoon's hole is spent and sore, and he can feel Jimin's release fill him. When Jimin pulls out, the squelch is audible. Jimin collapses onto Namjoon's stomach and wraps his arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"Jiminah," Jeongguk whines, "porn doesn't end in hugs."

"Mine does," Jimin counters, panting loudly. "Besides, your cock is still hard as a rock. We could finish the video with the hot camera man getting his dick sucked."

Namjoon groans loudly at the idea of exerting even an ounce more of energy, but the thought of sucking Jeongguk's cock after he just sat and watched his boyfriend rail him sounds like a good exchange. And maybe he just really wants to see Jeongguk naked. Or, at least, partially naked.

"Jimin does have a point," Namjoon mutters, attempting to sit up while Jimin unwraps himself from his torso. Namjoon is sore, and suddenly the sweat covering him has added a chill to the room, but he's eager to please.

Jeongguk runs his free hand through his hair and smirks. He shakes his head as he appears to think it over, then nods. "Alright, fine," he says. "I'll let you two suck my cock."

"Ooh, you'll let us," Jimin teases. "How lucky we are, wow! Thank you, oh gracious Jeongguk, for granting us the distinct pleasure of—"

"Yah, shut up and undo my pants, Jiminah," Jeongguk interrupts, and Namjoon can't help but laugh.

Namjoon watches as Jimin falls to his knees on the floor for Jeongguk and teases him, making cute faces as he palms over Jeongguk's erection. His heart feels full of affection and excitement for this new chapter with his friends; he thinks he could be their platonic fuck buddy. Who knows? Maybe they'll want to use him for more future videos. A guy can dream.

"Joonie," Jimin whines, holding a hand to Namjoon, pulling him from his reverie.

Namjoon gets off the bed and kneels beside Jimin, and he can't help but smile. These two and their schemes, Namjoon thinks. What is he going to do with them?

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rainbowsuitcase · 5 months

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Jimin x Namjoon - Stop Talking

18+ smut

Jimin is trying to suck Namjoon off but Namjoon just. Keeps. Talking. He's so distracted, he can’t shut up about his job and Jimin realizes that his usual methods of distraction aren’t working, so he gets up, pushes on Namjoon's chest to make him lie down and grabs him by the hair. He pulls Namjoon's face towards his own cock and that finally makes Namjoon stutter and shut up, makes him whine as he opens his mouth to lick Jimin's dick over his underwear.

"There you go," Jimin mumbles, pleased as he pulls his underwear down and helps Namjoon get to his dick, helps guide it into his mouth and Namjoon's eyes flutter shut, mind finally turning off.

#bit #bts fic #smut #jimin smut #jimin fic #namjoon smut #namjoon fic #minimoni #namjoon x jimin #this may or may not be inspired by an 0range !s the new black scene #very good show highly recommend #gently censoring the show's name cuz i don't understand how tags work and i don't want this to show up in there #sorry if it does

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colormepurplex2 · 1 year

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Curse Of The Serpent | KNJ PJM

▻ Curse Of The Serpent ↳ Perseus!Namjoon x Medusa!Jimin ⤜ Gods & Monsters ⤜ Enemies to Fated Lovers | heavy angst, mild smut, light fluff ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 12,024 ⤜ Summary: Perseus, also known by his mortal name Namjoon, sets forth armed with godly weapons and a determination to do what others have failed-- find and slay the creature known only as Medusa, who is rumored to be in a sea cave at the edge of the world. Only things aren't always as they seem. Using his bronze shield as a mirror, Namjoon can see that there's more to the story and that perhaps his sword isn't the answer after all.

⚠️ Mentions of violence, intended murder, lies, deceit, angst, mild blood, confused feelings, self-discovery, kissing, body touching, mild hair tugging, tending to wounds, handjob Please check the beginning of each chapter for specific warnings.

Chapter 1: Godly Gifts & Deceptive Shadows

Chapter 2: Bitter Lies & A Honeyed Truth

Story is complete.

Written for @downbad4yoongi as part of the Bangtan Writers HQ Valentine's 2023 “Picture Perfect" Fic Exchange Event. 💜 A special thank you to @moonleeai and @hisunshiine for beta'ing and helping make this what it is!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

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effortandmore · 1 year

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a match made in heaven (knj x pjm)

pairing: namjoon x jimin

genre: coffee shop!au, fluff, hopefully humor

rating: teen

warnings: namjoon overthinks things, slang/swearing, there is the mention of a threesome existing

word count: 2.8k

summary: It’s well past dark on a frigid December evening, and Kim Namjoon is over it. He’s been a good sport, he’s played along, and now he’s just… done. If he hadn’t been getting terrifying death-stares from Yoongi each time he even thinks about getting up from the café table, he would have already been long gone.

a/n: this short fic was written for @chemicalpink for the @bangtansecretsanta exchange. Hi Marinette, I'm your secret santa, Menorah! Have some fluff and my attempt at silly humor in a coffee shop. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you have a lovely holiday season and a happy new year! thank you to jess, @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over for me, you are my one true love. And thanks to @ugh-yoongi and @hot-soop and Jess again for the brainstorming that produced this idea—I’m so lucky you all talk to me 💜 this is cross-posted to ao3 here if you prefer

It’s well past dark on a frigid December evening, and Kim Namjoon is over it. He’s been a good sport, he’s played along (even though he’s known all along that this hare-brained plan wasn’t going to work), and now he’s just… done. If he hadn’t been getting terrifying death-stares from Yoongi each time he even thinks about getting up from the café table, he would have already been long gone.

One more date, he tells himself. Just one more of these ridiculous speed dates, and he’ll be free. He can go back to being sort-of-miserable and a little lonely, but instead of putting up with those feelings in the middle of this café, he can wallow in them in the comfort of his own home.

Hoseok and Yoongi mean well, he knows that. The execution has been a little lacking, is all. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and all that. Of course, no one wants to watch one of their closest friends struggle, and Namjoon has definitely been struggling the past few months. Actually, scratch that. He was fine until the last couple of weeks when all the cutesy, coupley Christmas stuff started appearing everywhere. He was supposed to be in a couple—every advertisement with people kissing turned into a superimposition in his mind: himself and Minsoo replacing the print models.

Kim Minsoo, ex-boyfriend, giant asshole, and the person Namjoon was supposed to be moving on from. And, for the most part, he had. He didn’t really miss Minsoo; didn’t miss his condescending tone, the way he wanted Namjoon to dress a certain way or hang out with certain people or enjoy certain things. Ultimately, Minsoo wanted a clone, not a boyfriend, and Namjoon had enough self-worth to walk away when Minsoo suggested Namjoon forego his own birthday celebration to go to some pretentious work function that didn’t sound fun, interesting, or important enough to Namjoon.

So, here he is, approaching Christmas single, which is objectively fine. Namjoon can be a bit of a misanthrope anyway, so even if he weren’t single, he’d probably still find a way to be a little sad. It’s not like there aren’t wars and global warming and the general understanding that we can’t ever escape the existential dilemma to be moody about even if and when you’re getting good dick regularly.

But his best friends and former college roommates, Yoongi and Hoseok, think he needs to “get under someone new to get over Minsoo.” They’ve gone so far as to make it into a chant that they ungraciously repeat to him in English over the phone almost daily. It’s his own fault for teaching them the phrase, but in his defense, he was trying to tell them he didn’t need to “get under someone new.”

Their unwavering belief in the healing power of cock has brought him here, to Slice of Heaven (Heaven for short), the small café they own in Hongdae, where he has sat through three “speed dates,” and has one more remaining. He’s consumed more chocolate cake than anyone should be allowed to, but Hobi’s devil’s food is really beyond reproach (even if Namjoon sort of thinks a café with a theme is cheesy)—it can’t be helped if he thought each of his dates should at least try it. It’s just that now he’s full and a little antsy from his sugar high, and tired of unsuccessful dates.

Their original plan was to send him to some massive world record-breaking speed dating event that happens every year around this time, but Namjoon had been able to shoot that idea down fairly quickly. Sure, he’s an extrovert, but there’s a zero percent chance of him sitting through something like that without wanting to sink into the floor. So, here he sits, awaiting his fourth suitor, who absolutely won’t be the man of his dreams (because he’s decided that soulmates probably don’t exist anyway, and monogamy is a construct, and even if you had one person, how would you even find them and what if they didn’t speak Korean… his English isn’t that good and neither is his Japanese even if he’s willing to study more), someone who Hoseok knows through the dance classes he takes.

At least he likes hanging out in their shop usually; it’s a good place to work and study, steadily busy but never too loud. And the first three dates had been handsome (if not otherwise bad fits for him), and from what Namjoon’s seen of Hobi’s dance friends, bachelor number four has high odds of being nice to look at, too.

Date number one was sort of a warm-up, Yoongi claims. Namjoon had laughed when Jin walked in and plopped into the chair across from him.

“You’re sitting in my date’s chair, you know?” he asked his hyung.

“Yah, I know, Joon-ah. I got the looks and the brains.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “Don’t tell my brother.”

“Well, you should move. He’s going to be here any minute. And according to Yoongi, he’s a real catch.”

Jin’s loud, bright laughter fills the shop. “Yoongi, did you make a fishing pun about me?” he calls over his shoulder in Yoongi’s general direction.

“About… you?” Namjoon is thoroughly confused, because there’s no way that his hyung, his friend, Seokjin is his first date. They’d even already tried dating once in college before Jin decided that Namjoon was never going to wake up early enough or be optimistic enough to be anything more than a good friend.

Jin bows in his seat dramatically. “Your knight in shining armor.”

Namjoon thunks his forehead against the table. “You’ve got to be joking,” he whines.

“Lighten up, Namjoon-ah. What if we have chemistry?” He curls his crooked fingers into air quotes around the word chemistry.

“Our chemistry is like the hydrogenation of succinonitrile…”

“Use words,” Jin says impatiently.

“It’s how you make putrescine… it smells bad?” Jin’s just staring at him with his mouth open, giving him the ‘I’m about to roll my eyes so hard you’re going to regret you’ve ever said any words to me in your life’ look. “Nevermind,” he tacks on.

“Already forgot what you said, since it wasn’t actually words,” Jin replies.

“Go home, hyung.”

Seokjin crosses his arms and leans back in the chair. “You’re turning down all this?” He asks as he looks down at his own torso.

“Yes. One-hundred percent, absolutely turning you down. Go home.”

“Fine.” He sighs before looking at Yoongi over his own shoulder again. “Mission accomplished.”

“What mission?” Namjoon asks.

“They maybe thought that if I was your first date, the other three would look better after. Which is definitely a you problem, Namjoon-ah. Anyone else would jump at a chance with me. Just so we’re clear.”

Namjoon stifles a laugh behind the arm of his sweater. “We’re clear, hyung. Anyone but me would be lucky to date you.”

And with that, “date number one” ends as Jin gets up, and Namjoon watches Yoongi and him bicker over the counter about what takeout to get for dinner.

The Seokjin part of the plan worked at least a little bit, because when bachelor number two shows up, and he’s not one of Namjoon’s friends or exes, it’s a pleasant surprise.

Jeon Jungkook is bright, kind, and objectively beautiful. Namjoon likes him immediately.

He’s a regular at the café—he works as a graphic artist and likes to sit in the corner and work on freelance projects. Namjoon knows he’s seen those big, bright eyes before. He tells Namjoon that he was thoroughly confused when Hoseok had asked him about going on a date with Namjoon.

“He walked right up to me while I was on the phone with a client, and he asked if I was free on Friday night.”

“And he didn’t tell you for what?”

Jungkook blushes. “No! And I’ve barely even spoken to him before. I just see him and Yoongi-ssi making out behind the counter when they think no one’s watching.”

Namjoon would have been surprised that Jungkook’s even sitting here across from him after being propositioned by a stranger, but he remembers how convincing Hoseok can be when he wants something. “But you came anyway…” he says.

“Well, yeah. At first, I thought he and Yoongi had broken up or something,” he says shyly. “And, to be honest, I wouldn’t want to get involved in something like that. I see them together like… every day.”

Namjoon nods.

“But then he told me about you, and… this is embarrassing…”

“More embarrassing than having your friends set you up on blind dates because they think you’re too lonely for Christmas?”

Jungkook purses his lips. “Actually, no.”

And Namjoon laughs so hard he almost shoots americano out of his nose. “Fair,” he says when he catches his breath. “So, what’s embarrassing?”

“ThoughtyouhadnicethighswhenIsawyourpicture.” Jungkook’s words come out fast and strung together, and he blows out a long huff of air when he’s finished.

“Oh,” Namjoon says, sheepish. “Thanks.”

“Told you it was embarrassing.”

“It’s really not,” he replies. “I’m flattered.”

Jungkook gives him a bright smile in return, finally looking up from his lap where his eyes had been fixed almost since he sat down. They talk about their lives a little more, conversation eventually landing on the subject of their dogs, and Namjoon knows it might not work out between them when he says, “Honestly, I spend more time mad at Moni than not.”

His date looks absolutely appalled, and Namjoon doesn’t even get a chance to explain before Hoseok is standing next to the table asking if they had a nice time. Jungkook says he did, but excuses himself quickly and doesn’t bother to get Namjoon’s number or leave his.

“I’m failing, Hobi,” Namjoon laments.

“Don’t worry, two more to go!” Hobi says, patting Namjoon enthusiastically on the shoulder.

The third date isn’t much better, because Taehyung definitely thinks he’s there to date Hobi, not Namjoon. Actually, he seems to think he’s there to date Hobi and Yoongi. And they don’t seem to have a problem with that, either.

He’s watching some strange flirting take place between the three of them, and Namjoon is pretty sure he could manage to escape before the fourth date without Yoongi and Hoseok noticing. They’re completely distracted by Taehyung.

So, it’s totally understandable (he thinks, anyway) that he’s over this speed dating thing. One was his ex, one basically thinks he’s an animal abuser, and one looks to be gunning for a threesome with his best friends. Three strikes and you’re out, right? He’d feel a little guilty about bachelor number four, but not enough for him to stick around.

He’s weighing his options, deciding how he can slip out undetected, when the tinkling of the bell above the entrance pulls Namjoon’s attention just in time for him to witness an angel walking in.

This isn’t an exaggeration.

Making his way into the café is maybe the most gorgeous human Namjoon has seen in his entire life, and he’s got honest to god angel wings on. He knows he’s in trouble when he hears himself actually whimper. He knows he’s really in trouble when the angel whips his head around toward Namjoon because apparently he had also heard the pathetic noise.

The smile he gives Namjoon, though, is worth all the embarrassment in the world. It’s almost a smirk, and under some circumstances it would look borderline predatory, but even if it were, Namjoon thinks he’d be okay being this guy’s prey. One side of his (very plump) lips quirks up and his cheeks become infinitely pinchable and his eyes somehow narrow and darken and sparkle all at the same time. Namjoon’s having a really hard time looking away, and he’s sure it’s creepy at this point, but the half-angel, half (very good looking) man is looking right back at him, so maybe it’s okay to stare. Just this once.

It’s not clear to him how it happens, but soon the angel is standing over him, although it occurs to him that Namjoon is seated and the angel is standing and he’s still not exactly being towered over or anything. So pretty and small, is all that Namjoon can think.

“Are you Namjoon?” the angel says in his equally angelic voice.

“Are you an angel?”

He laughs, loud and bright, before trying to maneuver himself (wings and all) into the chair across from Namjoon. “No,” he says, “and it didn’t hurt when I fell, either.”

“Huh?” Namjoon is sure that somewhere in his brain are complete sentences and polysyllabic words, but they simply don’t seem to be accessible right now.

The angel puts his elbows on the small table and rests his chin in his hands. He watches Namjoon with something that looks like curiosity, and the smirk he’s been sporting never really leaves his face. “It didn’t hurt when I fell from heaven,” he says, shaking his wings playfully.

“Oh… That’s good…”

“‘I’m Jimin. Park Jimin, your date. I think you’ve been waiting for me?”

Namjoon is so happy he didn’t have time to sneak out of the café. “For my whole life,” he mutters, face flushed. He doesn’t think Jimin hears him, but luck has never really been on his side.

“Cute,” Jimin whispers back.

This is a rough first impression, he’s sure. Of course Hoseok’s friend isn’t just pretty, he’s literally perfect. Namjoon isn’t sure what he did in life to deserve sitting across a table from Park Jimin, but he knows he needs to get his shit together yesterday if he doesn’t want to waste his shot.

He clears his throat. “It’s nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi. Can I get you something to drink? Cake? The devil’s food is really something.”

Jimin grins again, somehow even more brightly, and Namjoon decides speed dating isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. He reminds himself to thank Hoseok profusely later. “You think someone in my condition should be seen eating devil’s food cake?” Jimin shakes his wings for the second time, and Namjoon can’t help but laugh.

Turns out, Park Jimin claims he isn’t actually an angel (although Namjoon thinks he’s still not convinced of that), but a ballet dancer who’s featured in the winter season’s big show for his company in a role that requires him to wear wings. He’d been wearing a different pair around to help his body get used to moving in them, and apparently it worked, because he claims he didn’t even realize he still had them on until Namjoon asked if he was an angel.

In the thirty minutes they’re together, Namjoon learns a few things. Jimin absolutely glows when he talks about dancing, he’s a really good listener (putting up with Namjoon’s unfortunate introductory rant about monogamy and gender roles and actually seeming interested), and most of all, he’s kind—getting up to open the door for an older man with a walker, and quietly wishing him a good night.

Namjoon is enamored.

“Time’s up,” he hears Yoongi say from behind the counter.

“No,” Namjoon says, almost reflexively. He likes Jimin too much already and the time has flown by. The objection earns him another almost-smirk from Jimin. ”I mean… if you aren’t busy or something… we could keep talking… if you wanted…”

Jimin’s smile turns a little shy and he nods. Namjoon thinks it's cute. “I’d like that.”

“Cool,” Namjoon says, a response definitely reflective of his high iq and general put-togetherness.

“Very cool, hyung,” Jimin agrees. “You wanna get out of here? Hotteok?”

Namjoon gives an enthusiastic nod. He’s suddenly hungry again now that it means spending more time with Jimin. “It’s my favorite.”

“Something sweet for someone sweet,” Jimin says as he stands. Namjoon positively beams. People call him a lot of things: smart, interesting, tall… not every often does he hear the word “sweet” ascribed to him. He suspects he could get used to it.

He knows he’s just smiling blankly at Jimin, lost in his own thoughts, in how downright pretty Jimin is, in the way Jimin seems to be just as into staring back at him. Then he hears a chorus of groans coming from the general area of the coffee shop counter. Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin, and even Taehuyng who he doesn’t know are all watching him and Jimin gather their things to leave.

“What?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer him, just turns to Hoseok and says, “We’ve made a mistake.”

Hoseok and Jin nod. “He’s even worse when he likes someone,” Jin says.

“Hey!” Namjoon protests. It’s weak though. They’re not wrong. He tends to get infatuated quickly. “Sorry,” he says to Jimin. “They’re the worst.”

Jimin just grabs his hand and threads their fingers together like they’ve been at this for ages. “They’re just jealous,” he says, loud enough for them to hear.

“Yeah?”

“Of course, hyung,” Jimin says as he tugs Namjoon toward the exit and looks up at the name of the bakery in glittery golden letters on the door. “We’re literally a match made in Heaven!”

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coffeemarmalade · 1 year

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Those fatal bushes

A short story about how Namjoon got a first aid kit, a second toothbrush, and a corgi puppy.

They met while jogging in the park.

Autumn had just begun to gild the leaves of old branchy trees, and the alleys were wet after the heavy rain that had hit Seoul in the early hours.

Namjoon was running along his favorite route: around the duck pond, up to the hill, and down to a tiny coffee shop with outside benches and a generous helping of syrup in every iced americano. Lo-fi hip-hop in his airpods was setting a good pace.

After saluting the tigress statue at the top of the hill, Namjoon wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and slowed down, muttering the end of the track under his breath. And in the pause between two compositions, he heard someone cursing and groaning in the nearest bushes.

Namjoon stopped and looked around, turning the music off. Behind the neatly trimmed bushes, that someone hissed and started whining about troubles, falling on their head. The voice was nice — like a crystal bell ringing. Namjoon, as a future composer, appreciated it. Purely as a professional, of course.

He left the alley, walked around the bushes, and found there a guy sitting on the wet grass with twigs and leaves in his bleached hair and desperately blowing on his bleeding elbow.

“Um…” Namjoon made his presence known.

The guy tossed his head, then tried to stand up and bow, awkwardly holding his elbow with a healthy hand.

Namjoon stopped him with a gesture and squatted down.

“Sorry, my leg is in pain too,” the guy said and added sadly, more to himself. “Sheesh, the performance is just in a week.”

“May I?” Namjoon asked and after a short and timid nod from the guy, felt first the elbow, avoiding the wound, and then the ankle under the torn sweatpants.

The guy responded with nothing but a quiet hiss.

“Looks like just a bruise to me,” Namjoon concluded. “You need to put something cold on it, treat the wound, and go to the emergency room. Just in case. Try to get up, I'll help you.”

Namjoon gently lifted him by his armpits — the guy didn't weigh much, despite the trained muscles — and introduced himself:

“My name is Namjoon.”

“Thanks, Namjoon-ssi. I’m Jimin,” the guy bowed and almost fell over on his side. “Usually I'm not that clumsy,” he blushed.

“But I am,” Namjoon chuckled, mindful of his ability to break just everything. “Lean on me, we need to get down the hill.”

Jimin thanked him one more time and muttered something apologetic. Namjoon put Jimin’s healthy arm around his shoulders and led him to the alley, holding him by his waist. Or rather, carried him.

He helped Jimin down to the bench of the coffee shop and went inside to take some ice for bruises and an americano with hazelnut syrup for lifting the mood.

“Here you go,” Namjoon put a plastic cup with ice on Jimin’s injured ankle and placed an americano next to him on the bench. “There's a drugstore around the corner, I'll be right back.”

Jimin smiled sheepishly and nodded.

Thus, Namjoon got his first-ever first aid kit.

Three months later, Namjoon knew all the best plasters, bandages, and warming ointments, mastered the massage technique for aching muscles, and became used to keeping protein shakes and fresh peaches in the refrigerator. Morning jogs with Jimin, who’d successfully recovered from falling into the bushes, smoothly turned into late dinners and night marathons of kdramas.

And… a first-aid after Jimin’s exhausting dance practices.

“Dancing is beautiful but painful,” Namjoon informed Jimin, sticking kinesio tape on his shoulders.

Sitting in front of him on a kitchen stool, Jimin sighed.

“But it is beautiful.”

“And painful,” Namjoon insisted, running his fingers over the bright orange stripe on the side of Jimin’s neck.

“Credit week is coming, and then the winter holidays,” Jimin said dreamily. “Have you decided what to do?”

Namjoon nodded, but realizing that Jimin couldn't see him, said:

“I'll stay with my parents for a week, then come back. You? Going to Busan?”

“No, be busy looking for a new place. My landlady’s getting renovations done in the apartment.”

“You can stay here,” Namjoon suggested with no other thought, “and look after my flowers.”

Jimin turned around, so abruptly that he had to put his palm on the aching neck.

“Sure? Hyung, you’re the best!”

And so, a second toothbrush appeared in Namjoon's bathroom. And just stayed there.

More months passed. Namjoon's — and Jimin's — apartment got another living being.

“Joonie…” Jimin, awakened by a quiet yapping, found Namjoon sleeping on his back in the darkness and patted his chest. “Joon…”

Namjoon lifted his sleep mask to his forehead and blinked sleepily.

“Your turn.”

“No-o-o,” Jimin moved closer and nuzzled into his neck. “I took him out yesterday. I'll make breakfast.”

“I don’t believe you. Your ears must be red now,” Namjoon grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. “You’ll sleep.”

“Please… I’ll make us an om…” Jimin yawned softly, squinting his eyes in an attempt to catch the last bits of a fleeting dream. “Omelet. Promise, promise.”

“Fine. Just five more minutes…”

“Just five.”

Before Namjoon had time to snore, and Jimin gently hit him for it, both of them jumped up on the bed, hearing a sound that meant only one thing.

“No-no-no-no-no!” Jimin whined, turning on the bedside lamp. “Not on the carpet…”

“Mochi, why…” Namjoon groaned.

Sitting next to the puddle on the carpet, a tiny corgi stared at them with adoring eyes and twitched its ear.

“Can you scold him?” Jimin asked in a whisper.

Namjoon shook his head.

“I cannot either.”

He leaned out of the bed to grab Mochi.

“Just look into those eyes,” he held out the puppy to Namjoon, showing its muzzle.

Sighing, Namjoon scratched Mochi between his ears, patted Jimin on the head, and went to the bathroom to get some detergent and a mop.

“Those fatal bushes…” he yawned loudly in the corridor.

“We can perfectly hear you,” Jimin shouted back from the bedroom.

#bts fluff #bts fanfic #minimoni #nammin #namjoon x jimin #minimoni moodboard #bts moodboard #bts

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notkattyl · 1 year

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take you there. ﹥ minjoon, E, 2.6k ﹥ jimin is stressed ﹥ namjoon takes care of him

He’s not sure what it’s about, but Jimin does this thing when he’s lost in his own head where he runs his hands through his hair, over and over, like he’s physically trying to push the thoughts out of his mind. Namjoon’s lost count of how many times he’s done it during this planning meeting.

As a result, Namjoon has decided to make a plan of his own; he’s going to help Jimin.

﹥ read on ao3.

#minjoon #bts fic #bts fanfic #minjoon fic #minjoon fanfic #namjoon x jimin #jimin x namjoon #*kattyl

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btschooseafic · 10 months

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AO3 Recs

Black Forest Châtaeu by cuttothequickk [completed]

jimin x namjoon, jungkook x taehyung, a/b/o dynamics, traditional pack, trans themes, arranged marriage

Jimin comes to town just as the cold season starts. Namjoon is trying to get out of an arranged marriage with his best friend.

#archive of our own #bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #ao3 #jimin x namjoon #namjoon x jimin #minimoni #minjoon #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #trans character #arranged marriage #cuttothequickk

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mxmorden-fanfics · 1 year

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Ghosts Like These [1/11]

Fandom: BTS RPF Pairing: In this chapter: Namjoon/Jimin, Jimin/Taehyung Rating: Explicit Words: 11k Notes: Written for Cyberpunk Fest :D Summary: After his parents die under horrifying circumstances, Namjoon makes it his life's mission to create a life-like android capable of accessing the memories of the dead person whose brain has been implanted into it.With the help of a certain alley cat and his boyfriend, he finally succeeds... and finds himself entangled in something much bigger than his secret project.

Please read the tags!

He’s sitting on the floor of his lab with his back to the cabinet where he insists on keeping the physical records of his experiments and the material for his classes. His head is throbbing, his hand hurts. It takes him a few moments, as he looks at his bloody knuckles, to remember he punched the examination table yesterday.

Kim Namjoon isn’t a violent person nor is he an impatient one. If anything, he has way too much patience, otherwise he would have spared himself another heartbreak like this.

#my fanfic #namjoon x jimin #jimin x taehyung #fest #bts fic

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thatbtssong · 8 months

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meant to be

summary: Namjoon and Jimin went to a museum date (but they don't know it is), turns to be the most romantic thing they do togheter.

or where Namjoon doesnt know how to tell Jimin that he loves him. like a lot.

tags: friends to lovers, nam is over heels for jm, also jm, shortau minimoni idontknowhowtousetags, thisismyfirsttimewrittinghere

hello! before u start reading i have to tell u that i speak spanish so,,,, english isnt my first language but i have a pretty good level i gues. i have this story runing on my mind since nam upload that pic with jm in the art gallery! and i cant sleep so im just writing, my first time writing about a ship!!! omg im so excited, hope u enjoy it! and pleaseeeee (please!!!!!) let me know what do u think pls :)

this was inspired from a tweet I SWEAR TO MY MOM THAT I SAW!!! AND I PUT THAT FCKN HEART ICON!!111!1!!!! but i dont find it anymore so now, the history behind the art work its fake ok peace out

Namjoon don't have any hope when he ask Jimin to come with him to this new art gallery that just open in town.

He knows Jimin also enjoys art, so, why not?

And why he was so douboting to ask his friend to come with him?

It's whats friends do, right? hang out and stuff like that. He has no reason to be so nerveous about hanging out with his long time friend Park Jimin.

But when he saw Jimin coming to the main entrance of the museum, he feels his hands shaking because how it's possible for a person to be this beautiful?

He can't see his smile while he's walking to his way but he swears he's doing that shy and shiny smile that tempts Namjoon to be ready to kneel down. He gulp, trying to disappear the nervousness.

It was just another friends outing, so why he feels like his heart it's going to explode when Jimin take of his mask just to show his beautiful smile.

"Hyung! Sorry for make you wait. I didn´t know the bus station was so far from here, I have to walk like fourteen minutes." says breathless, he is so ashamed to make him wait. But Namjoon don't mind.

Namjoon smile tendersly and put his big hand on the shoulder of the tiny man in front of him. Namjoon can feel the results of those sessions in the gym where they go together.

"Don't worry, Jimin, next time you should call me and I come for you on my bike."

The exibitions are beautiful, Jimin loves hearing Namjoon chat about his perspective about the scultures and art paintings, he loves how serious and passionate he sound about it.

Jimin also wonders if he is that way when he loves someone.

In the past ten years, since they met, Namjoon has only a boyfriend, but most of the relationship he was abroad. He was an art curator, the one who introduce Namjoon to the art and make him fall in love with it. Jimin barely hears about this guy, Namjoon barely spoke about him. He knows he was in England and that in the three years of relationship Nam travels four time to see him and the other guy just two.

One day, the pictures on instagram disappeared. And that was how Jimin knew Namjoon was already single.

In that moment, Jimin didn´t have any loving feelings for his friend, seriously, he was enjoying life.

But this man become brawny and spoke more (because he is a little shy, don't let his muscles distract you) and tell smart things that Jimin can´t help but developed a crush for him.

He was aware he is handsome, but when he was taken he didn´t see it.

Jimin is open about his loving feelings for his friend (only with his other friends), but he didn't want to make the first move. Not since that incident on Taehyung's birthday, when he was -not that- drunk and try to kiss Namjoon and he just move his face away and then, he just disappear.

The next day, he just want to hit his head against the wall.

Namjoon abrouptuly stops in front of a painting. This has different shades of color blue, like a mix between the ocean and the sky, a lot of squares that have inside white dots. He is complety absorved by this painting.

In someone else eyes, maybe this is too simple, too boring; but not in his. He knows what this painting means, he hear the painter interview. He read about it. He, also, was reading the description on the left side of the painting.

"In every ocean, In every sky, I´ll can find you. In every universe, I can find you. We are meant to meet, meant to be. No matter how long the road gets or how violent the storm become, we are wainting for eachother somewhere near."

There's a work of art in front of Jimin, actually there's a room full of works of art but he can't help. He can't help himself but fall in love with Namjoon everytime he's near him.

Namjoon doesn't know about his feeling, but maybe, he's aware. And if not, Jimin think he would have to be oh so naive.

"What do you think about this paint, Jimin-ah?" Namjoon ask, so offish.

Jimin clears his throat before he can says something. Yes, he enjoys art gallerys but he doesn´t know anything compared to Namjoon; he just like the colors from this painting, and he can say that the lightning it´s awesome.

"It's so cool hyung, I like the colors and those little dots," he says so sure of himself, even is this was just a vague reply.

Namjoon laughs a little under his breath, he finds Jimin so cute because he would never let him see insecure. He find that cute and wants to just kiss him until his lips burn.

"Yeah, it is. The painter made this in honor of his lover, he was searching to express his feeling about how he think he would find her in every life, no matter how many oceans or skies he has to cross," Namjoon sound so passionate about it that Jimin can´t help but get lost -again- into him, "I mean, I know you could maybe only see different shades of blue and white, but trust me, there's more behind it. I find it beautiful how subjective and interpretative art can be."

Namjoon sigh and Jimin can't help but feel jealous about some paintings. He want that Namjoon sigh for him.

If only he knows.

"Would you like to take a picture here? I think we contrast with this one." Namjoon ask after a few minutes in silence. He get more nerveous, thinking that maybe Jimin get bored.

"Oh, of course hyung, I would love it."

Namjoon reach a girl who was pasing by to ask her if can take a picture of them, and after a few shots, she returned his phone to him.

The tall boy is trying really hard to hide his smile, but why Jimin has to be the cutest boy in the whole world?

"We look good together, even if we are backwars" Jimin say softly while leaning his head on Namjoon's shoulder. To have a better view of the picture, of course.

"Yes, I think the same" Namjoon say without thinking. Jimin can feel him get tense.

"Nam, what would you think if here was painting of me?" Jimin ask, shamesless.

Namjoon is thinking in silence his next words. He is aware of what would he think, because he is afraid of the consecuences of his words could cause.

"That the painter is in love with you, because there's no way someone paints you witout loving you so much and make you a work of art."

Jimin knows he said it seriously, but it was too cute and fuuny at the same time.

"Hyung, you make me laugh"

Namjoon laughs too, but not in a funny way.

"I'm glad to make you laugh but im serious; I believe painters paint pretty skies and fancy gardens because they see the beauty in them, and they make those paints something beautiful and alluring to watch. You're a living work of art, Park Jimin."

Namjoon's eyes feels like they're seeing his soul, unlike Jimin's, that are lost in every inch of his face. He get lost inside his words and everything that adorns his handsome face.

"I've been waiting more than a year to hear from your lips that this feeling, that burns inside my chest, it's mutual. And it was more better than I'd ever imagine, hearing you said in your particular way to be."

They close the space between their faces joining their foreheads. Laughing but, this time, because they know there's no going back.

"Can I kiss you now?" Namjoon ask only for Jimin to hear. The younger boy laugh and it sound heavenly to the oldest.

"Only if you don't run away this time," Jimin jokes and Namjoon just shakes his heads laughing softly.

"You were drunk, what if I let you kiss me and the next day you said me it was a mistake? At that time, I already was deep down with you."

"Or maybe we could have saved all this wasted of time. Be brave, Kim Namjoon."

And after that life advice, Jimin kiss Namjoon. It feels like fireworks, like if they are the only ones in the art gallery.

If you think, this is romantic. Like a classic romcom. Jimin can't help but laugh inside his mind, now he is bussy kissing (finally) the man of his dreams. And the dirties too.

When the kiss is over, Namjoon look into Jimin's eyes again, his hands still in Jimin's puffy cheeks, but this time, he took a few seconds to look at Jimin's face; he can't believe he is actually this close to him.

"I really, really, really like you and I would love to be more than a friend to you," Namjoon confessed.

"More, like... a brother? Should I'd call you dude or something?" Jimin loves to joke and Namjoon maybe loves to roll his eyes for his antics.

"Whatever you want to be with me, as long you let me kiss you." He didn't lose the opportunity to left a quickly peck on his full lips.

Namjoon loves Jimin lips and he can't believe he has now the opportunity to kiss them whenever he likes.

"I want to be whatever with you, as long you let me hear all your bad jokes and smart chats that turns me on," Jimin says happily, unlike Namjoon who has to hide in the space of Jimin's neck to hide his blush.

He was so nervous at first, but now, he is happy.

Because no matter how much time they waste, they are meant to be.

And they will always going to find a way to them.

I start writing like aftermidnight and now its 4:30 AM omgggg my eyes hurt.

This is something short and cheesy but hope you like it! also is the raw version, i dont edit anything T.T but id surelly would do it.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT DO YOU THINK!!1!!!11!!!

#namjoon #jimin #minimoni #bts jimin #kim namjoon #bangtan #fanfic #bts fluff #bts romance #bts fanfiction #namjoon x jimin #bts army #bts au #museum date au

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marxy-06 · 10 months

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Favorites Rec List 3

More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))

Kim Namjoon

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)

Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)

"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)

Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)

Kim Seokjin

24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)

A better grip (@jinkookspencil)

A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)

You again (@gashinabts)

Soarin' (@aquagustd)

Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)

Jealous (@youtifulhobi)

Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)

Influence (@aquagustd)

Min Yoongi

Back burner (@yoonpobs)

Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)

Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)

Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)

When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)

The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)

Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)

Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)

Jung Hoseok

All it takes (@yoongiofmine)

Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)

The promises we keep (@vyduan)

Your body is an artwork (@borathae)

Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)

Park Jimin

Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)

Pretty like you (@axigailxo)

Serendipity (@angellesword)

Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)

All I need (@joonberriess)

Apricot (@vminity21)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)

High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)

Taste of little (@maliby)

Cherry king (@jiminrings)

Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)

He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)

Kim Taehyung

The art of touch (@chateautae)

Nude (@btssmutgalore)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)

"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)

Library kisses (@kwanslvr)

Jeon Jungkook

Way Back Home (@solemnreads)

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)

Jock!jungkook (@joonberriess)

Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)

Shades of red (@thatlongspringnight)

Pu$$y fairy (@angelguk)

Idealizations concerning real life relations (@venusiangguk)

Little blue pill (@dreamescapeswriting)

Brown eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Superstar (@jinkookspencil)

Spicy n' sweet (@thvhoe)

The ability to fathom (@hanniwrites)

Bad omega, sweet omega (@helenazbmrskai)

"I couldn't live without you" (@jungk0oksthighs)

In my eyes (@axigailxo)

"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)

You're leaving me (@delukoo)

Love; weakness (@akinnie75)

Bloodline (@jjkeverlast)

Greek god (@bonny-kookoo)

Size kink (@lavenjoon)

Ex on the beach (@beahae)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

Accidental roommates (@jjkeverlast)

Good girl (@bonny-kookoo)

Crazy (@kookiecrumb)

Curious boy (@jinkookspencil)

Confident (@h0neypjm)

Still perfect (@cupoftaae)

OT7

Trouvaille (@spookyserenades)

A comforting hand (@purpleyoonn)

Abundance (@angelicyoongie)

Appreciation (@vminizzle)

Reaction: faking orgasms (@dreamescapeswriting)

Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)

Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)

You belong (@imnotlauriane)

(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))

#writing #bts namjoon #bts v #bts jin #bts suga #bts x reader #bts smut #bangtan #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #run bts #bts jung hoseok #bts jung jungkook #bts jungguk #bts jungkook #bts recs #fanfic #fanfic rec

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theharrowing · 2 years

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The Magic Shop

Namjoon & his husband Taehyung visit The Magic Shop, an exclusive swingers club. There they meet a beautiful couple that likes to engage in the same kind of play, and they decide to swap for the night.

❣️ Namjoon x Jimin + side Taehyung x Jungkook (established Namjoon x Taehyung + Jimin x Jungkook)

❣️ word count: 15.7k

❣️ partner swap, platonic sex, light bdsm, poly, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

❣️ notes & warnings: top/dom Jimin (and Taehyung), bottom/sub Namjoon (and Jungkook) swingers club! daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, (rough) blow job, face fucking, cum swallowing, impact play (paddling, flogging, spanking), ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, healthy communication, safe words, these boys are very good at their feelings.

❣️ written for the Bottom Joon Fest!

❣️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin

❣️ posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

The bass of loud music can be heard from the sidewalk where Namjoon and his husband Taehyung stand, and it pulses through Namjoon, filling him with anticipation and, if he's being honest, a lot of anxiety. Taehyung suggested they come to The Magic Shop to spice things up and meet other like-minded couples, and although Namjoon was into the idea in theory, standing here, in front of the place has a mess of emotions swirling around in his tummy.

Both Namjoon and Taehyung wear black satin modern hanboks—Namjoon's with light blue flowers and accents along the hems, and Taehyung's with gold dragons and flowers, with gold accents along the hems. They also wear black lace over their eyes, with cutouts to see through, partially concealing their identity, as required to get into the club, and around Namjoon's neck is a simple black leather dog collar with no tags.

Namjoon's dark brown hair is parted on the side and hangs over one eye, and Taehyung's loose dark waves nearly cover his eyes better than his lace mask. Namjoon searches Taehyung's face for any hint of nervousness, and Taehyung smiles softly back, reaching for Namjoon's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Admission to a club like this takes weeks of screening and vetting to ensure each party is tested. It also takes a hefty sum of money, which Taehyung has already taken care of, and although Namjoon knows he wouldn't be upset if they turned around and backed out, he doesn't like to waste his husband's time, money, or efforts.

"Are you ready, baby?" Taehyung asks softly, dulcet voice soothing Namjoon ever so slightly.

Namjoon chuckles softly and shakes his head. "I'm not sure I'll ever be ready," his equally deep voice rasps, "so let's just dive in and see what happens."

Taehyung gives Namjoon's hand a squeeze, and he leads the way up a small set of stairs and through two large black doors. Though the outside of The Magic Shop is plain and unassuming, the moment they step inside, they're greeted by crushed velvet carpeting and blue accent lights.

A security guard pats them down, and then Taehyung mutters to a man behind a glass panel and slides his and Namjoon's ID cards and their cellphones to the man. The man taps a few buttons and slides the cards back. Their phones are kept in a locker.

"Right this way, gentlemen," the man says, exiting his booth and unclasping a red velvet rope, allowing them access to a short dark hallway.

The rules of the club are simple:

Keep the mask on at all times while in public spaces

Take any sexual activity down into an assigned private room

Be respectful of others (no fighting, unsafe sexual practices, etc.)

There are other rules, but those are the most important ones, which Namjoon thinks about on repeat. He isn't worried about rule number three because he is always respectful of others, but rule number two flickers around his mind like a bright neon sign. The prospect of finding someone else and taking them into a private room is exciting and terrifying, and he has no idea if that's something he'll actually be able to bring himself to do.

"Just keep an open mind," Taehyung says as they reach another set of large black doors. "But no pressure, okay? If nothing comes of this night, it will still be a win because we gave it a shot."

Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat and nods, humming in agreement. Taehyung is always so thoughtful and measured, and Namjoon's heart pounds hard with both anticipation for what could come, and with affection for his husband.

As soon as Taehyung pushes the large black door open, they're hit by sexy downtempo music. The Magic Shop opens to a swanky-looking club. Blue, gold and purple lights accent various areas, including a dance floor off to the left, a seating and lounge area in the center, and a bar to the right. Straight ahead, on the far wall, are another set of large black doors, through which must be where the private rooms are, Namjoon surmises.

Couples, singles and small groups mill about, some dancing, some lounging, and others looking as aimless as one can look with their eyes obstructed. Namjoon feels nervous about the prospect of approaching anyone, and he hovers in the doorway until Taehyung gently takes him by the arm and tugs him toward the bar.

"Let's get a drink to loosen us up and see if anyone catches our eye?" Taehyung suggests softly.

"S-sure," Namjoon responds.

They approach the bar, which is lit in a purple glow, and find two tall stools to sit on that are surrounded by more empty stools. Soft black material upholsters the seats—pretty much everything in the building, including everyone's attire, is black with silver accents—and Namjoon glances around at the array of bottles behind the bar.

Taehyung leans forward and mutters to the bartender, who nods and turns to grab their drinks. Namjoon doesn't need to hear the order to know two glasses of neat whiskey are on their way, though he never knows which brand to expect. Taehyung has more of a taste for things like this; Namjoon is fine with the ones Taehyung claims taste like motor oil.

"I'm a man of simple tastes," Namjoon joked when Taehyung first scrunched his nose at Namjoon's whiskey pick in the early weeks of their relationship.

"Simply reprehensible," Taehyung responded with raised eyebrows. "But you're cute, so I'll keep you."

Namjoon and Taehyung are both professors at the same college—Taehyung being the typical fine arts professor with eclectic but sometimes expensive tastes, and Namjoon being the literary professor who sometimes uses stacks of books as surfaces on which to place other items. Both with closets full of earth tones.

Taehyung was a mesmerizing force from day one, and whenever their paths crossed, it turned Namjoon into a stuttering mess with absolutely no ability to process comprehensive thought—an impressive feat for a man who teaches the art of the written language.

It was at a staff party where Taehyung introduced himself and grinned through Namjoon's attempts to hold a conversation despite being totally awestruck by the beautiful man. Despite everything, Taehyung convinced Namjoon to go back to his apartment, and they've been inseparable since.

It's not that Taehyung controls everything in the relationship, but he's very outgoing and straightforward, and he tends to thrill-seek where Namjoon just wouldn't think to do half the things Taehyung comes up with. Which is how they wound up at a swinger's club, looking for another couple to fuck.

Their relationship isn't in need of spice; in fact, romantically and sexually, they have a very tight bond and are very satisfied with one another. At least, Namjoon is, and he believes Taehyung when he says he is. But they both reason that it's because of their satisfaction and closeness that inviting a couple to play for a night will work so well.

There's a part of Namjoon that worries that seeing Taehyung with another man may spike some sort of jealous feelings, but he doesn't have reason to believe Taehyung would ever leave him, so when the suggestion came to him, he agreed to go with the flow, knowing that he could back out and they would go home at any time if he needed to. Namjoon can admit that some part of him enjoys the idea of letting another person make him beg for the night.

The bartender sets two glasses of neat whiskey down, and both Namjoon and Taehyung pick up their drinks, angling their bodies toward one another.

"To new experiences, my love," Taehyung says, and they tap their glasses together.

Even through the lace of the mask, Namjoon can see a warmth in Taehyung's eyes that makes his heart pound and his nerves calm. Taehyung smiles sweetly at Namjoon before taking a sip of his drink, and Namjoon smiles back, bringing the glass to his lips. Whatever this whiskey is, it's smooth with a hint of smokiness and most certainly expensive.

"You're nervous," Taehyung says softly. He leans close and places a hand on Namjoon's knee, and the warmth kindles a fire inside him that radiates calm admiration throughout him.

"I am," Namjoon admits, glancing between his drink and his husband. He turns to look out into the club, at the figures in black going about their business, then turns back to Taehyung. "But I'm also excited. I wonder if there's another couple here like—like us."

Taehyung prefers to top, and Namjoon prefers to bottom, but more than that, Taehyung likes to dominate, and Namjoon likes to submit. They switch from time to time, but the dynamic is never as smooth and satisfying as it is when Namjoon is at Taehyung's mercy, and Taehyung is reading Namjoon's every sound and expression to give him precisely what he needs.

Namjoon does wonder how it will work with someone else. Of course, he's had sex with others in the past, and he has allowed some of them to be a little more dominant in the bedroom, but nobody has ever taken it as far as Taehyung, nor has anyone made him feel so safe to let go and experience subspace. He wonders if a chance encounter tonight would even allow for something like that, or if it will be more of a simple encounter with a couple, with sex on the vanilla side. Namjoon thinks it would be fine if that were the case.

"Of course there are, baby," Taehyung responds softly, giving Namjoon's knee a gentle squeeze. "The collar should indicate to other dom and sub couples that we have that dynamic, if that's something we're comfortable with. If not, we can just get vanilla fucked like two horny, nervous teenagers and go on our merry way."

Namjoon can't help but chuckle as he takes another sip of his whiskey. He still can't quite wrap his head around the situation, and Taehyung's candor is both disarming and somehow grounding.

"They have dungeon rooms, so if nothing else, I can just take you down into one of those and turn you into a whimpering mess on my own," Taehyung continues. Although he can't see it, he knows Taehyung has raised an eyebrow to match his smirk.

Namjoon pulls a nervous grin but admits to himself that the idea of being tied and whipped in some strange room does excite him. Sure they have plenty of floggers, crops, and paddles at home, but the unfamiliarity of the space and of the toys might add to the excitement. Maybe Taehyung will want to role play and really send Namjoon reeling right out of his mind.

A couple approaches the bar and sits beside Taehyung. They smile and wave to Namjoon, and Taehyung turns in his seat to face the bar as if to allow the couple to talk to them if they'd like to, but they seem to have their sights set on getting a drink and don't make conversation.

One of the men is tall and willowy with a beautiful heart-shaped smile, and the other is shorter and pale with large, knotty hands. Namjoon considers those hands on his skin, marking him and making him whine, while Taehyung pushes sweet moans from the heart lips.

Namjoon's heart pounds as he considers the possibility that these men may show interest in them, and he swallows hard, feeling his adam's apple tug on the collar around his neck. Taehyung dances his fingers over his glass, and Namjoon can tell by how he worries his bottom lip that he's considering greeting them.

But then a tall man with dark hair and broad shoulders approaches and pulls the taller of the two into a hug, and they all turn away and chatter amongst themselves. The next breath Namjoon lets out is a bit of a relieved sigh, though he does find his mind wandering back to those pale hands.

Taehyung turns closer to Namjoon and sends him a soft smile, and for the first time tonight, Namjoon can tell Taehyung is nervous. Perhaps the prospect of speaking to another couple actually made his heart race a little. Namjoon bites his bottom lip; he finds it cute.

"What are your expectations for tonight?" Taehyung asks softly, and Namjoon's entire brain turns to static at the idea that he might have expectations.

"I don't know," Namjoon mutters. "I mean, I guess it would depend on who—if anyone—"

Namjoon trails off, and Taehyung nods. "You're right; I suppose we should wait in case we meet someone. Should we finish this drink and move? Go to the dance floor?"

Dancing—albeit not Namjoon's favorite pastime—sounds like a good way to relieve some of his tension, and he nods and drinks back the rest of his whiskey and sets his glass away from him at the bar. Taehyung does the same, and when the bartender approaches, Taehyung nods and says, "Two more, please."

When the bartender returns with their drinks, Namjoon and Taehyung take their glasses and spin away from the bar, and make their way to the other side of the club. More people are starting to fill the place, but there's still a lot of open area, making the whole ordeal feel far less intimidating; Namjoon expected it to be packed like a normal nightclub, full of feral strangers ready to pounce.

The lounge area in the center of the club has a variety of seating, smaller chairs for individuals and some larger, rounded sofas that are big enough for groups. Namjoon's eyes pass over people there, watching them chat and flirt, and he wonders if he has it in him to flirt—does he remember how?

As they approach the dance floor, Taehyung reaches for Namjoon's wrist and tugs him along to a spot near the edge of the space. Taehyung pulls Namjoon close and lazily drapes his arms over his shoulders, smiling as Namjoon grabs one of his hips and anchors his wrist against the other, balancing his glass between his fingers.

"How are you, my love?" Taehyung asks with a sweet, rectangular grin.

"Good," Namjoon mutters, smiling to show Taehyung that he means it. "Still a little nervous, but the vibe of this place is far less overwhelming than I expected."

Taehyung pulls Namjoon closer and says, "Don't worry, baby, if I have it my way, you'll be nice and overwhelmed tonight."

Namjoon's breath hitches, and he doesn't miss Taehyung's low, quiet chuckle. He pulls his drink to his lips while his other hand holds onto Taehyung's hip, and Taehyung begins to sway and grind his body to the music, dragging Namjoon along with him.

"We could always role play," Taehyung says in Namjoon's ear. "We meet for the first time. Two sexy professors desperate to teach one another a lesson."

Namjoon's eyes scan the room as Taehyung continues to talk, landing on a couple who are standing off to the side against a far wall, between the lounge area and the dance floor, looking in his direction.

"Perhaps we're not professors at all," Taehyung continues, "but a traveling artist and poet who meet and spend one steamy night making each other feel less lonely."

Namjoon hums and grinds his hips to the rhythm as his husband leads. He likes the idea of role playing in a place like this with sex and intrigue in the air and imagines Taehyung's assertive style of flirting—imagines getting cornered by Taehyung and watching a smug grin tug at his lips. Even now, he feels somewhat light-headed by the whiskey but, more than anything, by Taehyung.

Against the far wall, the couple continues to look toward Namjoon, and he can't help but watch them. One of them stands with his arms crossed over his chest, and his wavy silver hair hangs over his forehead, covering one eye, while the other man—a little taller—has his hands laced together in front of him. His hair is long and dark brown and hangs around his face in waves, and Namjoon thinks he can spot a collar around his neck.

"I think we're being watched," Namjoon mutters, pulling his drink to his lips.

"That so?" Taehyung responds, voice laced with intrigue.

Taehyung slams half of his glass of whiskey back and grins at Namjoon as his empty hand snakes through Namjoon's hair, gathers some in a fist and gives it a tug. It hurts just enough to send a jolt of arousal straight to Namjoon's cock and make him wince, and Taehyung tongues the inside of his cheek.

"Do you like that, baby?" Taehyung taunts. "Do you like it when others watch us?"

Namjoon nods, and Taehyung tugs Namjoon's head back, making the pull hurt more—making Namjoon's cock begin to stiffen just a little faster.

"Use your words, baby."

"Y-yes, sir," Namjoon mutters, looking down his nose at Taehyung, who holds his head back at an angle. "I like it when others watch us."

Taehyung releases Namjoon's hair and says, "Then drink up, baby; let's put on a show."

Namjoon and Taehyung finish their drinks, and Taehyung takes the empty glasses and sets them on a nearby table while Namjoon stands in place, lacing his hands together in front of him the way the taller of the two men across the room stands. He's not certain that they're watching him, but he feels like they must be; there's no one else in their path, and nobody else is in the direct vicinity.

Taehyung returns and drapes his arms over Namjoon's hips, standing behind him with his chin on his shoulder. "Those two?" he asks, and Namjoon hums.

The shorter of the two with the silver hair cocks his head to the side, and Namjoon feels a hand snake up to his throat, gently grabbing and pulling him back, pressing him against Taehyung's chest. Taehyung grips Namjoon's throat and grinds his cock against his ass, and Namjoon fights his eyelids from fluttering closed at the sensation and groans.

Through the layers of satin, Namjoon can feel every inch of Taehyung's cock, mentally mapping it out; he wants it badly. But maybe he also wants the cock of the silver-haired man across the room. The more he considers it, the more his heart races.

There's something very domineering and assertive about the way the silver-haired man stands, despite being smaller than his dark-haired companion, and Namjoon wonders how much smaller the man is than him. He wonders if that man could put him in his place the way Taehyung can.

Taehyung's hands rove up and down Namjoon's body and grip tightly onto his hips, pressing in circles to the music, and Namjoon bends his knees and allows himself to be moved, grinding himself against Taehyung.

The silver-haired man appears to say something to the dark-haired man, and they share a glance, then push themselves off the wall and slowly walk over. Both men have a swish to their step—especially the silver-haired man—and Taehyung's fingers grip Namjoon's hips tighter as they approach.

"Well, well, well," Taehyung mutters softly, dulcet tones settling over Namjoon like a warm blanket.

The whiskey has had its chance to make Namjoon feel a very steady level of intoxication, and he vibrates with excitement as the men get closer. The gold lights make both men seem somehow even more angelic as they approach, and Namjoon intakes a deep breath as their features come more into view.

The silver-haired man has plump, pink lips that accentuate his round cheeks yet juxtapose his angular jaw. Though it's hard to clearly see his eyes, they appear sharp and mischievous. He wears a black satin shirt with a leather waist cincher belt that makes his shirt fan out like a short dress over tight black jeans, giving him a stunning hourglass shape.

Beside him, the dark-haired man has rounded features, a sharp cupid's bow, a jawline that could cut glass, and behind his mask, his eyes appear wide and curious. He also wears a black satin shirt with a leather harness that wraps around his waist and over his shoulders, with tight black jeans. This one wears a plain black collar around his neck and they both have black satin masks over their eyes.

Taehyung relents in leading Namjoon to grind into him, but Namjoon continues to move his hips in small circles as he eyes up the handsome strangers. Instead, Taehyung rests his chin on Namjoon's shoulder and lazily wraps his arms around his waist. The silver-haired man is shorter than Namjoon and smaller in build, and Namjoon's mind swims with intrigue and possibility with this detail confirmed.

"Bunny," the silver-haired man says in a sweet yet stern voice, eyes trained on Namjoon, "do you think they want to play?"

The dark-haired man cocks his head and holds firm eye contact with Namjoon. Namjoon can't decide which man to look at and lets his gaze drift between the two. "I think so, daddy," he responds in an equally sweet, somewhat uncertain voice.

"Is this true, Joonie?" Taehyung asks, turning his head to graze his lips against Namjoon's neck, just under his ear. "Would you like to play with them?"

Namjoon's eyes land on the silver-haired man as he says, "Yes, sir," and the man's eyes seem to widen as he smiles.

"Jimin," the silver-haired man says, holding out his hand at an angle as if intended for Taehyung.

Taehyung reaches and takes Jimin's hand, engulfing his small fingers in his grasp and says, "Taehyung. Nice to meet you, pretty."

"Let us buy you a drink?" Jimin offers.

Taehyung slowly releases Jimin's hand and says, "We would love that."

Jimin holds his hand out to Namjoon and asks Taehyung, "May I?"

"Please," Taehyung says with a lilt of desire in his voice. He unwraps his arms from Namjoon and takes a step back, and Namjoon lifts his hand to Jimin. Jimin's hand is so small, but he firmly takes Namjoon's hand in his and smirks, sending a shiver down Namjoon's spine and straight to his cock.

"Come along, Joonie," Jimin says, and Namjoon, in a show of observant obedience, responds, "Yes, daddy."

Jimin gasps dramatically and turns to Taehyung with a wide grin. "Oh, he's a good boy, isn't he?"

"He is," Taehyung responds proudly. "And you, Bunny, are you a good boy too?"

"Yes, sir," the dark-haired man mutters sweetly. Namjoon turns to watch Bunny take Taehyung's hand, and as he smiles shyly, Namjoon can see why he has that nickname. The man's two front teeth stick out just a bit—enough to make him look like a sweet little rabbit.

Jimin tugs Namjoon along toward the bar but stops in front of a large rounded sofa and says, "Sit here and wait for me, Joonie."

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon says as he lets go of Jimin's hand and walks to the vacant seat.

"Join him," Taehyung says. "Feel free to chit chat and get to know one another."

"Yes, sir," Bunny mutters and joins Namjoon, sitting to his right.

Namjoon relaxes into the large black rounded sofa and turns to look at Bunny. "Should we keep the nicknames or introduce ourselves properly?"

Bunny clears his throat and turns to face Namjoon, with one knee bent on the sofa. "I'm Jeongguk."

"Nice to meet you, Jeongguk. I'm Namjoon."

"Ah, Namjoon. Joonie. Cute."

Namjoon feels his cheeks blush and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, and he turns to the bar to find Taehyung and Jimin lost in conversation while waiting for drinks.

"Do you and Taehyung come here often?" Jeongguk asks.

Namjoon clears his throat and turns back to Jeongguk. "No, this is our first time. How about you and Jimin?"

Jeongguk smiles and ducks his head as if he's shy. "We've been here before. But it tends t-to be disappointing."

"Disappointing?" Namjoon asks.

Jeongguk hums. He's so soft-spoken that Namjoon finds himself leaning toward him. "Of course, plenty of people like us b-but, sometimes men who are here searching for a submissive are too aggressive."

"Oh."

"We watched you and Taehyung," Jeongguk continues, "and Jimin likes how he treats you. He's attentive and firm but doesn't seem too rough."

Namjoon gives Jeongguk his most reassuring smile and says, "You're in good hands with Taehyung. He can be rough if that's what you like, but he's very attentive and careful."

"H-how long have you been with him?"

"Together for six years, married for four," Namjoon responds without giving it a moment of thought.

Jeongguk's mouth falls open. "Oh, m-married. Wow."

"How about you and Jimin?"

"Together for th-three. But we were best friends for years."

Namjoon finds that heartwarming and smiles wide. He's curious to know more about Jeongguk and Jimin, such as what kinds of kinks they explore together and how they decided to come to a place like The Magic Shop and seek others, but Taehyung and Jimin return, chatting amongst each other and pulling Namjoon's attention.

Jimin sits beside Namjoon, and Taehyung walks past Jeongguk to sit beside him. Jimin continues to giggle about something Taehyung said prior to their arrival, nearly toppling over, but he manages to keep the drinks he holds in both hands still, and when he's steady and breathing through his laughter dramatically as if willing himself to stop, he hands a glass to Namjoon.

"Taehyung has great taste," Jimin says, attitude changing back to something more flirtatious as he fixes an intense stare into Namjoon's eyes. From this close, Namjoon can see that Jimin has a dusting of dark eyeshadow around his eyes, making his pretty features stand out even more.

"I agree, daddy," Namjoon responds as he takes the glass.

"Did you and Joonie get to know each other?" Taehyung asks, and Jeongguk mutters, "A little bit, sir."

The four of them chat, and although they have all agreed to drop honorifics, Namjoon and Jeongguk continue calling Taehyung sir and Jimin daddy. Namjoon learns that Jimin is a professional dancer and dance coach, and Jeongguk owns and operates a gym nearby. Jeongguk is the youngest—two years younger than Jimin and Taehyung, who are only a few months apart—and Namjoon is older than Jimin and Taehyung by a year.

They discuss kinks and limits, and since Jeongguk has had less than stellar experiences with other couples being too aggressive, they discuss boundaries at length to ensure Jeongguk feels comfortable. The gravity of the situation has Namjoon feel anxious but excited, and as he sips his whiskey, he tries not to let his smile give him away too much.

Once they finish their drinks, they decide to head to the back of the club toward the set of large black doors to be assigned a private room. They still want to warm up to one another before agreeing to do anything, but they don't want to be touchy out in the open, which Namjoon is relieved by.

Jimin leads the way, tugging Namjoon along, and Namjoon glances over his shoulder to see Taehyung and Jeongguk walking arm in arm. He smiles to himself about how they happened to be paired off—Taehyung and Jeongguk are about the same height and build, but Namjoon is the tallest, and Jimin is the shortest.

Once Jimin opens the door, they're greeted by an older man in a suit who asks a few questions and assigns them a room. Jimin mutters about "all the bells and whistles, but nothing too intimidating," and then they're led down a long, wide corridor lined with large wooden doors, before coming to one near the end of the hall.

"Is this to your liking?" the man asks, punching a password into a keypad and opening the door. Namjoon intakes a sharp breath at the sight of the room.

Two beds sit side to side, several feet apart. The one to the right is about a foot away from the side wall, and they both have wrist and ankle straps resting atop silky blankets. They're medium-sized beds, each big enough for two to enjoy without taking up too much space in the room, and hanging from the wall at the head of both beds are several impact play toys.

There are also dildos and anal plugs of all shapes, sizes and colors and an array of other toys and accessories below them, on a shelf between the beds. Along the far wall is a bar, and everything in the room is lined with purple and blue lights, giving a nice glow to an otherwise dark room. There is also an ensuite bathroom at the far end, and the man says it’s equipped with a shower and bathtub.

"I like it," Jimin responds. "Tae, baby, what do you think?"

Taehyung looks over Namjoon's shoulder and says, "It's perfect," and Namjoon turns to catch a glimmer of excitement in Taehyung's dark, beautiful eyes.

As soon as the door closes behind the four of them, Jimin drops Namjoon's hand and steps to the side. He holds out a hand toward the beds, inviting Namjoon to sit on the edge of one, and Namjoon does just that. Jeongguk joins Namjoon, and Taehyung watches Jimin for instructions, standing beside him.

"I think they should warm up with a little hand-holding and a kiss," Jimin says, and Taehyung looks at Namjoon and Jeongguk with a smile slowly forming on his face.

Namjoon suddenly feels nervous, and he turns to his left to Jeongguk and holds out his hands. Slowly, Jeongguk takes Namjoon's hands and scoots closer until their legs are nearly touching.

"Are you comfortable, Bunny?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes, Joonie," Jeongguk mutters, looking Namjoon in the eyes.

"Good. Can I kiss you?"

Jeongguk licks his lips and smiles. "I would like that," he says.

Namjoon turns his body as best as he can and leans in, almost close enough to touch Jeongguk's lips, and Jeongguk closes the gap and presses their mouths together. Excitement bursts through Namjoon at the soft, unfamiliar feeling of another man's kiss, and he gently sucks on Jeongguk's bottom lip, smiling when Jeongguk lets out a soft whimper.

Kissing Jeongguk is like standing in a field of flowers. Everything is light, breezy, and gentle. Calm. Jeongguk even has a faint floral and musky scent that Namjoon can't help but inhale. Their mouths move together slowly, and Namjoon licks over Jeongguk's lips, smiling softly when he lets his mouth fall open with a gasp for Namjoon to explore.

"Look at our boys," Jimin says proudly. "So pretty."

"So pretty, indeed," Taehyung adds. "Your Bunny is such a visual."

Namjoon gently grabs Jeongguk by the back of the head and opens his eyes as their kiss breaks. Jeongguk opens his eyes, and there's a fire burning in his gaze that fills Namjoon with desire. Taehyung is going to love him.

"He is," Jimin continues. "I think the two of you will get along nicely."

"I'm sure we will. Bunny, darling, may I join you?"

Jeongguk's eyes widen behind his mask, and he smiles and nods, though his eyes are still on Namjoon. Namjoon releases his hand from Jeongguk but doesn't move away, and he watches as Taehyung takes a seat on the other side of Jeongguk.

Taehyung's eyes are on Namjoon, and he runs a hand through Jeongguk's wavy dark hair. "Joonie, baby, are you comfortable?"

Namjoon's heart is pounding, and he is still quite nervous, but he feels good and watching his husband touch Jeongguk, even as gently and innocuously as he is, fills Namjoon with excitement and arousal.

"Yes, sir," Namjoon responds, giving Taehyung a sweet smile. "I feel great."

"May I join you, Joonie?" Jimin asks, and Namjoon turns to see Jimin standing with his hands clasped in front of him, smiling sweetly.

"Please, daddy," Namjoon responds and shifts his body to face the space beside him as Jimin approaches and sits. Jimin wraps one arm around Namjoon's lower back and reaches to grab one of his hands with the other, and although Namjoon has to look at a somewhat downward angle at him, Jimin's presence feels huge.

"While discussing the various kinks we're comfortable with exploring with the two of you, we both decided it would be best that we do the same types of things with you two at the same time, so nobody feels left out of one thing or another," Jimin says. "With the discussion of boundaries, it seems we're all on the same page, and that the plan Tae and I made will be a good one."

"However, you two have full control of the scene," Taehyung interjects. "If you want something to stop, then it will stop. It seems we both have similar approaches to what we like to do as dominants, and we are both confident that this pairing will work well, but please communicate with us. We're here for you; your pleasure brings us pleasure. We can switch partners or stop at any time you need."

"We really cannot stress how happy we both are to accommodate your needs," Jimin adds. "Joonie and Bunny, are we understood?"

Namjoon and Jeongguk respond, "Yes, daddy," together, and Jimin rubs a hand up Namjoon's back.

"Stoplight safe words work for us if they work for you," Jimin states.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon says, eyes falling from Jimin's eyes to his lips. Jimin grins.

"Stoplight works for me, sir," Jeongguk says.

"Wonderful," Taehyung responds. Namjoon feels a shift beside him and turns to see Taehyung stand and hold his hand out to Jeongguk. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes, sir," Jeongguk responds and takes Taehyung's hand. He stands, and they walk to the other bed, toward the center of the room.

"Strip for me and sit on the edge of the bed," Taehyung commands, and Jeongguk responds, "Yes, sir."

Namjoon wants to watch them, but Jimin is beside him, and he can't help but stare at the pretty man. Jimin stands and straddles Namjoon's hips with a giggle as he wraps his arms around Namjoon's shoulders. Namjoon instinctively puts his arms around Jimin's waist, and he smiles up at him.

"We're going to have a lot of fun together, aren't we, big boy?" Jimin sing-songs, tugging his plump bottom lip between his teeth. Namjoon can't help but watch the movement and wet his own lips.

"I believe we will, daddy," Namjoon responds.

"Grab my ass," Jimin instructs under his breath, and Namjoon sides his hands down over Jimin's ass. "So obedient and so handsome. Your husband is a lucky man, Joonie. And just look at him, with my Bunny."

Jimin slides his hands from Namjoon's shoulders to the sides of his head and turns his face to watch Taehyung standing over Jeongguk, who sits on the edge of the bed with his back to them, nude except for the satin around his eyes, the harness around his torso and the collar around his neck. Jeongguk is muscular, and one of his arms and shoulders is covered in tattoos which Namjoon would like a closer look at.

Taehyung bends forward and pulls Jeongguk into a kiss, smiling as he holds the boy by the hair. Jeongguk's arms are at his sides, and he whimpers into Taehyung's mouth. The visual does something to Namjoon. Most notably, he does not feel jealous. In fact, he wants to see more.

"Like what you see, baby boy?" Jimin purrs in Namjoon's ear.

Everything floods Namjoon's senses at once. The soft floral and citrus scent of Jimin's perfume, paired with the weight of Jimin's body on his lap and his warm, soft hands on the side of his face. And Taehyung—handsome, sweet Taehyung who has been Namjoon's sun and stars for six years—gently kissing another man who sits nude and trusts him despite only just meeting. It's a lot.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon mutters.

"Do you like the way Taehyung touches Bunny?"

Taehyung's gaze lifts from Jeongguk, and he looks at Namjoon. A soft but playful smile tugs on Taehyung's lips, making Namjoon's heart beat impossibly harder.

"Yes," Namjoon says, keeping his eyes on Taehyung. "I do like the way Taehyung touches Bunny, daddy."

Jimin loosens his hold on Namjoon's face, and Namjoon turns to him as he asks, "May I undress you?"

"Please, daddy," Namjoon responds, so soft it's almost a whisper.

"And kiss you?" Jimin adds with a smirk.

"No need to ask, daddy," Namjoon responds. "Touch me as you please."

Somehow Namjoon had been so wrapped up in the emotions of this new experience that he had forgotten it was an exchange that was inherently sexual. Jimin grinds his hips down over Namjoon's half-hard cock, reminding him just what they're there for, and the pressure of Jimin's body and the feeling of his hard length brushing over Namjoon sends a wave of pleasure through him.

Namjoon gasps and a small whimper leaves his lips, and he watches as Jimin's smirk blooms into a grin. Jimin's fingers trail down Namjoon's chest to the satin cord that holds his top shut, and he tugs on it, untying the bow it's in, allowing the fabric to fall open.

Jimin's eyes widen behind his mask—a sight that makes the blood continue to rush straight to Namjoon's cock—as Namjoon's satin shirt falls open, revealing a sliver of his chest. Jimin gently takes the collar of the shirt and pushes it back, over his shoulders, and Namjoon shrugs the fabric away, lifting his arms from the sleeves with his eyes on Jimin, feeling the air harden his nipples.

"You are quite the visual, yourself, Joonie," Jimin purrs as he places his hands on Namjoon's shoulders and rubs them down over his pecs. "I knew you'd be muscular, but wow. You're like a greek god."

"Thank you, daddy," Namjoon responds softly, feeling heat fill his cheeks.

Namjoon loves praise, but he doesn't want to show his cards too soon, so he tries to keep his face as even as he can. He wants to see what Jimin has in store for him rather than lead the experience in any way.

The heels of Jimin's hands rub over Namjoon's nipples in light circles, shooting a spark of arousal through Namjoon that makes him whimper. Jimin's eyes flicker with approval, and he rubs his hands down, teasing the hardened buds with his fingertips and pinching them between a thumb and forefinger, causing a shaky, pleased exhale to rock through Namjoon.

From his right, Taehyung whimpers, and Namjoon is reminded of where he is and who he is with, making him turn to find Jeongguk on his knees beside their bed with his mouth open wide while Taehyung slides his thick, beautiful cock into his mouth. The look of pleasure on his husband's face takes Namjoon's breath away, and he stares for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Jimin.

Although Jimin doesn't seem eager to scold Namjoon for getting distracted, Namjoon decides it might be smart to apologize. He wants Jimin to know that he’s a good boy.

"Sorry, daddy, I didn't mean to get distracted," Namjoon says sweetly.

Jimin's face brightens, and he stands from Namjoon's lap and bends forward, placing his hands on Namjoon's knees. "That's right, baby boy. Don't forget whose you are tonight."

"Yours, daddy," Namjoon whimpers, feeling his cock strain against his tight briefs."

"Why don't you get down on your knees and show me."

Namjoon's pulse quickens, and he feels a tremble in his hands as he grabs the edge of the mattress and scoots forward. He slides to the edge of the bed and straight down onto his knees, doing his best to keep his eyes on Jimin's face—on Jimin's pretty lips that Namjoon has yet to taste and on the dark, lidded eyes he wishes he could have a better view of.

Then Namjoon's gaze falters, and he looks at Jimin's cock. A rush of emotions flows through him, making the tremble in his hands all the more noticeable, and he swallows a lump in his throat. He's really going to suck a man's cock while his husband—whose cock is between the lips of another man—is in the same room.

When Namjoon looks back up, Jimin looks down toward his own cock and tilts his head to Namjoon, and Namjoon takes the cue and lifts his hands to the fly of Jimin's pants. Jimin nods, and Namjoon gently takes hold of the button and fly, undoing them and pulling the denim open.

Namjoon pushes his fingers over the waistline of Jimin's briefs, tugs them away from his skin and pulls down just enough to reveal his cock, and he gasps. Jimin's cock is thick and rosy-tipped and slick with precum, and it looks just as pretty as Namjoon imagines the rest of him looks.

"What are you thinking, baby boy?" Jimin asks, and Namjoon looks up to find Jimin's mouth tugged into a slight frown that—without a clear view of his eyes—Namjoon interprets as concern.

"I was thinking about how pretty your cock is, daddy," Namjoon responds with a sweet smile. "I was wondering what your cum might taste like and what kinds of noises you'd make while fucking my throat."

Jimin's mouth falls agape before he grins, and he reaches forward and grabs a handful of Namjoon's hair while pulling his briefs down under his balls. "Is that so, baby?"

"Yes, daddy."

"You like to have your throat fucked?"

"I do, daddy."

"Good," Jimin says, his tone turning darker with a hint of assertiveness. "Be a good boy and open that pretty mouth for me."

A chill runs through Namjoon, and he opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out. Jimin sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he tugs Namjoon by the hair, lining his cock up with his lips.

"Taehyung, baby, wanna see your good boy take another man's cock?" Jimin asks in a breathy, sweet voice that gives Namjoon goosebumps.

Taehyung hums, though it sounds more like a moan, and Namjoon fights the urge to look at him, keeping his eyes on Jimin. "Yes, I would love to see that."

Slowly, Jimin places his cock on Namjoon's tongue and slides it into his mouth, and Namjoon keeps his mouth open and moans, tasting hints of heady, bitter precum. Jimin's pretty lips part, and he lets out a soft puff of air as he slides his cock out of Namjoon's mouth and back in.

"That's my good boy," Taehyung praises. "You look so handsome with Jimin's cock between your lips, baby."

Namjoon loves the way Jimin's cock feels—heavy and thick in his mouth—and loves the way he tastes. In addition to the feeling of having another man in his mouth, Taehyung's praise travels straight to Namjoon's cock, and he keeps his mouth open like a good boy, eager to please Jimin in any way he can.

"And your handsome baby even deep throats?" Jimin asks, voice sounding breathy.

Another moan comes from Taehyung before he responds, "He sure does."

"I want your hands to stay on your knees unless you need me to stop, then I want you to tap me on the leg, understood, baby?" Jimin asks, pulling his cock all the way out of Namjoon's mouth.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon all but whimpers, already keen to have Jimin fuck his face.

"Good boy," Jimin praises as he slides his cock back into Namjoon's mouth, pressing his hips forward until he's touching Namjoon's throat and Namjoon's nose is resting in his nicely trimmed pubic hair.

Namjoon breathes through his nose as best as he can, and Jimin slides his cock out, then pushes it back in, just as deep as before. Tears prickle the back of Namjoon's eyes, and he holds them open, trying to encourage them to come out despite wearing lace over his eyes.

"Yes, that's it, swallow my cum Bunny," Namjoon hears Taehyung whimper with a moan, and his cock strains against his briefs, desperate to be touched.

Jimin slides his cock from Namjoon's mouth and twists Namjoon’s head to the side, facing Taehyung and Jeongguk. "Just look at your husband," he says.

Taehyung's black satin hanbok top is open, revealing a strip of golden skin and hints of muscle, and he's holding onto Jeongguk's head while his cock is pressed firmly into his mouth, watching Jeongguk while he moans sweet, muffled sounds. Namjoon can imagine the taste of his husband's cum, and he feels a spark of envy that it's not his mouth being used.

"Aren't they a sight?" Jimin asks.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds. "Please fill my mouth with cum, too."

Taehyung's eyes widen and find Namjoon's gaze just as Jimin turns his head back to him. Jimin strokes the length of his cock and rubs it over Namjoon's lips.

"Aren’t you a needy little slut?" Jimin asks with a smirk.

"Yes, daddy. Your needy little slut."

"Open," Jimin commands, and Namjoon complies, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out.

Jimin slides his cock into Namjoon's throat a little rougher than before, and Namjoon breathes through the urge to gag, and swallows. Jimin grins and nods, then pulls out before pushing back in just as rough.

"Such a good little cockslut."

Taehyung's voice surprises Namjoon. "Bunny, would you like to watch your daddy fuck Joonie's throat?"

"Yes, sir," Jeongguk responds, sounding a bit hoarser than before.

There's movement to Namjoon's right, but he doesn't dare take his eyes off Jimin, who begins to set a steady pace, fucking Namjoon's mouth. Namjoon does his best to breathe through it as drool pools under his tongue and drips from his mouth and down his chin.

"You're doing so good, baby boy," Jimin praises, and Namjoon struggles to hold back a smile—not that he necessarily could move his lips. "I'm going to pick up my pace and cum down that soft, perfect throat of yours. Remember to tap me if it's too rough."

Namjoon's mouth is already as relaxed as it can be, but he still attempts to relax it more. Anything to be a good boy for Jimin. Anything to show Taehyung and Jeongguk that he can take a cock like a fucking champ.

Jimin picks up his pace, fucking Namjoon's throat hard enough to work up thick strings of spit from the back of it. Namjoon does his best to swallow it down, gagging slightly once, though it doesn't deter either of them because he keeps his hands on his knees like a good boy.

Although Namjoon wishes he could see the expanse of Jimin's tummy and chest while he takes his cock, the visual is still stunning. A sheen of sweat trickles down Jimin's neck, and his plump lips quiver as he falls more and more victim to pleasure. They hold eye contact, only breaking for short bursts of Jimin's eyes rolling back, and Namjoon wonders if Jimin can see the tears pooling in his lashes.

The squelching sound of Jimin's cock sliding into Namjoon's throat paired with the deep, satisfied moans and hisses Jimin lets out are pleasing to Namjoon's ears and only furthering the ache in his pants. Namjoon wants to be touched so badly.

"That's it, baby, I'm so close," Jimin whines. His voice is deep, with pitchy whimpers laced throughout.

Jimin's pace becomes unsteady and a little harsh, and Namjoon resists the urge to gag harder than ever. He doesn't want to make Jimin stop knowing he's so close, and he squeezes his knees as Jimin fucks his face. Fuck breathing, really; Namjoon is certain he can go without.

"Fuck, baby boy," Jimin whimpers. His hold on Namjoon's hair tightens, tugging the strands painfully, and Namjoon fights the urges to wince and let his eyes squeeze shut. Tears cloud his vision, but he keeps his gaze up and as focused as possible.

Jimin cums in Namjoon's throat with his cock pressed all the way forward, setting off Namjoon's gag reflex, and this time he can't resist it. Jimin pulls his cock partially out, releasing more viscous fluid onto Namjoon's tongue, which he lets pool while attempting to swallow what was left in his throat while taking a deep breath.

Tears wet the lace around Namjoon's eyes, and now that he's not gagged on Jimin's thick length, he can't hold back his smile. Jimin's thick, tangy release feels so good on Namjoon's tongue, and as Jimin pulls his cock out, slick with drool and somehow still hard, Namjoon holds his tongue out for them to see.

Namjoon expects praise from Jimin, maybe a little more verbal humiliation about what a good little slut he is. What he does not expect is for Jimin to lean forward, take Namjoon's face gently in his hands and ask, "Was I too rough, baby?"

Tears partially obstruct Namjoon's vision, and he blinks them away to get a better view of Jimin's soft, concerned face. He continues to hold his tongue out but shakes his head to tell Jimin that no, he was not too rough.

"Swallow, Joonie," Jimin instructs softly, petting the side of Namjoon's head. "You did so good for me. You were perfect."

Namjoon swallows and gasps somewhat as he mutters, "Thank you, daddy," in a rough voice.

"Are you sure I wasn't too rough?"

Namjoon smiles sweetly and watches as Jimin's eyes fall to his lips, or perhaps his dimples, or maybe the drool and cum covering his chin. "No, daddy, that was perfect. I enjoyed it so much, thank you."

Jimin rubs the pad of his thumb over Namjoon’s chin and mutters, “Such a pretty messy boy,” then tugs his bottom lip between his teeth as Namjoon smiles proudly at him. Then, Jimin looks over to Jeongguk and Taehyung and asks, "Are you guys having fun?"

Namjoon turns his head to find Jeongguk and Taehyung both looking between Jimin and Namjoon with satisfied smiles. Taehyung has tucked his cock back in his pants, and it's already hard again and straining against the fabric.

"I'm having a great time," Taehyung says with a grin.

"Me too, daddy," Jeongguk responds. "But do you think...could we take the masks off?"

Namjoon is thankful for Jeongguk's suggestion; his mask is now damp and wet lace is not comfortable against skin. "I would like to," he mutters softly.

"That's fine with me," Taehyung responds. "We're both professors, but I don't doubt you'll keep our identities confidential."

"Of course, darling," Jimin says as tucks his cock into his briefs, then reaches for the back of his mask and unties it.

Jimin removes his mask, folds the fabric and shoves it into his pocket, and Namjoon finds himself unable to tear his eyes from Jimin's face. His eyes are sharp and hooded from pleasure, but there's a softness to them that makes him look like an angel, even with the dusting of black eyeshadow.

"Bunny, baby, your makeup is smudged," Jimin says as he reaches out to take Jeongguk's mask.

Namjoon turns to take in Jeongguk's beautiful, big round eyes, inside of which he's certain holds entire galaxies. He wears black eyeshadow around his eyes, similar to Jimin's, that looks smudged around the corners and underneath, making him even more devastatingly pretty than before.

Taehyung reaches a hand down and gently wipes at the corner of one of Jeongguk's eyes with the pad of his thumb, and Jeongguk turns his gaze up to Taehyung and smiles shyly.

"Such a pretty boy," Taehyung mutters.

"Thank you, sir," Jeongguk nearly whispers.

Taehyung reaches his hand back to untie his mask, and Jimin groans audibly, tearing Namjoon's gaze away. Namjoon finds Jimin staring at Taehyung with his mouth agape.

"I knew you'd be beautiful but wow," Jimin says.

Taehyung blushes as he looks down at his hands, which are folding his mask to tuck into his pants. It's no secret that Taehyung is gorgeous. His wide, rectangular smile and sharp jaw stop people in their tracks. But it's the softness to his eyes—a gentle nature you can't help but swoon over—that Namjoon loves best.

Namjoon suddenly feels silly as he undoes his mask. He's not foolish enough to think he's unattractive—with pouty lips and dimples that make others swoon—but he's also not quite as confident as Taehyung. And he laments not wearing makeup to smudge the way Jeongguk did.

Shyly, Namjoon reaches back and unties his mask. His eyes are zoned out on a spot on Taehyung's pants; suddenly, he feels too shy to look at anyone. It's not that he's nervous about them knowing his identity, but suddenly all of this feels so real on a completely new level. Or, perhaps, he's terrified of rejection.

As soon as his mask is off, a soft, small hand gently grabs Namjoon's chin and tilts his face up. Namjoon looks at Jimin and finds him gawking shamelessly with his eyes wide and lips parted. Arousal and other emotions he's not ready to unpack swirl around inside of Namjoon, and he smiles back.

"Hey gorgeous," Jimin mutters.

Namjoon's lips falter, and all he can bring himself to say is, "Hi."

"You have the smile of a puppy and the eyes of a dragon…what a stunning face," Jimin says.

A hand gently touches Namjoon's arm, and he turns to the right to find Jeongguk studying his face with a soft smile. "You're so handsome," he says.

"You too, Bunny," Namjoon responds. "Absolutely gorgeous."

"Alright," Taehyung says in a chipper but dulcet tone. "Shall we unravel these pretty boys and make them cry?"

Jeongguk's eyes widen, and Namjoon worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

"We shall," Jimin responds. "Stand for me, Joonie."

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon says, pulling his gaze from Jeongguk to look at Jimin. He stands on legs that ache from being in a bent seated position, and he turns to face Jimin with his hands at his sides.

Jimin reaches out and snakes his fingers under Namjoon's waistbands and tugs them down, exposing Namjoon's hard, leaking cock. Jimin pushes the clothing down until they're far enough to fall to the floor, and Namjoon watches as Jimin studies his body with a gleam in his eyes.

Beside them, Jeongguk stands, and they make their way to the side of the far bed. Namjoon fights the urge to watch them.

"Can you pick me up?" Jimin asks, clearly losing some of his composure as his hands rub over Namjoon's biceps.

"Effortlessly," Namjoon responds.

Jimin's eyes meet Namjoon's, and his pupils are so blown they appear black. "I want you to lift me, slam me into the wall and kiss me."

Namjoon doesn't mind a bit of a dynamic shift if it's what Jimin requests, and he closes the gap between them, bends enough to grab Jimin by the thighs, and lifts him up. Jimin giggles and wraps his arms and legs around Namjoon, and Namjoon walks him toward the wall, sliding his left arm under Jimin's ass and his right hand up to protect the back of Jimin's head.

Jimin gasps when his back hits the wall, and Namjoon swallows the gasp as he presses their soft lips together and licks against Jimin, initiating the kiss. Then, Namjoon lets his mouth fall open, allowing Jimin to take over.

If kissing Jeongguk is like standing in a field of flowers, kissing Jimin is like being caught in a tidal wave. Their kiss is heated and desperate, and Jimin grips tightly to Namjoon's hair and pushes his tongue into his mouth, sweeping him down into his undertow, threatening to drown him. Namjoon can't help but whimper as Jimin nips and sucks at his lip and tastes him, and Jimin moans in response.

Jimin tightens his thighs around Namjoon's waist, pressing against his cock with rough denim, and Namjoon can't help it when his hips rut, and he rubs his erection against Jimin. Jimin breaks the kiss and gasps, and Namjoon opens his eyes to find him smiling.

"It would be so easy for you to fuck me against this wall," Jimin whines. "I have to keep reminding myself that I'm the one fucking you tonight."

Namjoon wants to say "next time," but he's not sure there will be a next time, so he keeps it to himself. He thinks he would like there to be a next time, but maybe it's too early to tell. Maybe it wouldn't be appropriate to want. Namjoon is unsure.

"Okay, baby boy, I want to tie you to the bed and overstimulate you until you're sobbing and seeing stars. Put me down, please."

Namjoon chuckles, sucks Jimin's bottom lip into his mouth just enough to make him whine, then lets go and mutters, "Anything for you, daddy," before sliding Jimin down the wall and back onto his feet. Jimin pulls his hands down Namjoon's face and neck, then takes him by the shoulders and pushes, guiding Namjoon to walk backward, back to the bed.

As soon as Namjoon's calves hit the edge of the mattress, Jimin shoves him, and Namjoon loses balance and falls back onto his ass with a gasp. He can't help but chuckle, though he tries to pull his lips into a neutral expression to show how obedient he is, and Jimin cocks a smirk at him.

"Lay in the middle of the bed," Jimin commands.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds as he anchors himself on his palms and pushes back. It takes him a bit to crawl backward on the bed, and as soon as he's where Jimin wants him, Jimin rounds the bed and approaches the wall of toys.

"On your stomach," Jimin says, and Namjoon rolls onto his stomach and puts his arms above his head, earning him Jimin's praise. "Such a good boy for me."

Namjoon puts his forehead down into the silky comforter and breathes in deeply. With his ass on display, the nerves begin to kick back up. And there's a part of him that doesn't want to know what toy or toys Jimin is picking out for him until he feels the impact of them hitting his skin.

Meanwhile, on the bed beside them, the sounds of leather slapping skin and whimpering filling the air reminds Namjoon that Jeongguk is also in the same position. Namjoon thinks he would like to see Jeongguk's pretty skin all red and sore from floggers and paddles.

The sound of velcro pulling apart makes Namjoon's heart dance nervously. Then his right arm is moved and restrained at the wrist in a soft, cloth cuff, followed by his left arm.

"Ass in the air, baby," Jimin says a moment later from the foot of the bed, and Namjoon gets on his knees and lifts his ass. "Look at you. So perfect."

Jimin's hands rub over Namjoon's ass, down the backs of his thighs and calves, and over his feet. Then velcro is being pulled apart, and Namjoon's ankles are being restrained in the same cloth cuffs as his wrists.

Namjoon turns his head and sees Jeongguk on his back with a ball gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes, whimpering softly while Taehyung flogs his stomach. Namjoon can't help but feel both envious of Jeongguk for being played with so nicely, and eager to find out what Jimin has in store for him.

"If at any time you want to be unrestrained, say red and tell me what you need, okay, baby boy?" Jimin says softly, rubbing his hands over the bottoms of Namjoon's feet.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds. "I feel comfortable right now."

"Good. I'm going to start gently striking you; are you ready, baby?"

"I am, daddy," Namjoon says with a deep exhale.

Jimin's hands leave Namjoon's skin, and Namjoon closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale, readying himself. Flat, firm leather hits the bottoms of Namjoon's feet gently, and he sucks in a breath as excitement and arousal flow through him.

"Such pretty feet and legs," Jimin says as he paddles Namjoon's right foot a little harder, landing one sturdy smack across his skin. Namjoon's chest and stomach muscles tighten from the impact, and he whimpers. "Everything about you is so pretty."

With light, gentle taps, Jimin moves the paddle up to Namjoon's calves, alternating a few taps on the left and several on the right, never sticking to a pattern and sometimes striking a little harder than expected. The strikes move to Namjoon's thighs and then back down, and he's surprised by how the skin on his calves is already beginning to respond to the touch.

One firm, loud crack of the leather lands on Namjoon's thigh, and it stings enough to make him moan and tense his leg muscles. "Color, baby?" Jimin asks as he rubs the leather over that spot in a gentle circle.

"Green, daddy," Namjoon whimpers as firmly as he can.

More gentle taps of leather dance across Namjoon's shins and feet, and each time the leather strikes harder than the last, Namjoon lets out an exhale that further relaxes his body. Namjoon loves how the firm leather feels against his skin, and he holds back the urge to beg Jimin to hurt him more.

But then Jimin cracks him on the shin nice and hard, pushing a moan from Namjoon's lips that sounds so deep and debauched, he wonders if begging would even be necessary. Judging by Jimin's giggle, followed by another firm crack on his other shin, Namjoon thinks he's gotten the message loud and clear, and he lets another needy moan fall from his lips.

Jimin begins striking Namjoon harder with fewer gentle taps between, though not hard enough to do more than sting, and a dull ache quickly begins to cover the middles of Namjoon's feet, his calves, and his thighs. With each strike, fireworks explode on Namjoon's skin, bursting with bliss.

Just as Namjoon's skin begins to feel like it is absolutely on fire, Jimin stops. Gentle fingertips rub over the sore, raised skin on Namjoon's legs and feet, and Namjoon hisses and gasps, feeling his body tremble at the touch.

"Color? Shall we continue, baby?"

"Green," Namjoon responds desperately. "Yes, daddy, please!"

Softer leather gently dances over the skin of Namjoon's feet, across his shins, and over his thighs, and Namjoon grips onto the soft comforter beneath him. The tails of a flogger gently strike Namjoon on the ass in swift motions, left to right to left to right, and Namjoon wonders if perhaps he'll simply turn to a puddle and sink straight into the bed by the time Jimin is finished with him.

There's something so exciting about the unfamiliar methods of a new person. The patterned and unpatterned strikes of someone who hasn't been doing this with him for years. To his left, muffled sobs of pleasure tell Namjoon that Jeongguk is in the same position, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Taehyung strike Jeongguk's leaking cock with a flogger while calling it cute.

A hard snap of the flogger against Namjoon's ass pulls him back into the present, and his eyes shut as he moans. There's a steady quiver to Namjoon's legs as Jimin works his ass over left to right to left to right, alternating firm strikes with soft ones.

"Joonie, baby," Jimin says after some time in a cute, whiny tone.

"Yes, daddy?"

"I want to keep flogging you but I also want to taste you. What's a boy to do?"

Jimin's words go straight to Namjoon's cock, and he bites back a smile. "Use me as you please, daddy."

Namjoon thinks he hears Jimin groan, thinks he hears the flogger get tossed onto the bed, and all at once, two hands spread Namjoon's ass, and Jimin's tongue plunges straight into his puckered hole. Warm, wet bliss with the hint of a stretch is all Namjoon can comprehend, and his moan comes out more like a choked sob.

Jimin fucks his tongue in and out of Namjoon, then squeezes the sensitive flesh of his ass as he pulls out and licks a firm stripe over the rim. Namjoon is a mess of whimpers and gasps, so overwhelmed from the feeling of someone new licking him so good.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven, baby," Jimin groans.

"Thank you, daddy," Namjoon mutters as he pants, dizzy from pleasure.

Jimin licks and sucks the sensitive skin on Namjoon's right butt cheek. "I'm going to open this pretty little ass of yours," Jimin says with his lips leaving moist marks against Namjoon. "And then I'm going to flip you over, blindfold you, and flog you while I fuck you. Does that sound good, baby?"

"Oh, god, yes," Namjoon moans.

Jimin's hand lands a loud, semi-painful smack on Namjoon's left butt cheek, and Namjoon already knows what he's done wrong. "D-daddy! Sorry, yes, that sounds good, daddy."

With a chuckle, Jimin's mouth and hands leave Namjoon, and Namjoon opens his eyes to see him approach the shelf near the head of the bed for a bottle of lube. Namjoon also sees Taehyung stroking Jeongguk's cock while gently hitting his nipples with a crop and thinks he already sees a pile of cum streaking Jeongguk's stomach.

Jimin steps in Namjoon's line of vision, and he bends, bringing their faces close. He reaches his free hand to Namjoon's head and grabs a handful of hair, and Namjoon whimpers and smiles softly at him.

"Your husband sure is good with my Bunny, isn't he?" Jimin asks in a somewhat teasing tone.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds. "They look great together."

Jimin grins, releases Namjoon's hair and gently rubs his cheek. "How does that make you feel?"

Although the answer to this particular question isn't complicated, it's not exactly simple, either. But Namjoon does his best. "Good. It makes me feel good, and warm. And really fucking horny."

"No regrets? You don't want to stop?"

The softness is back in Jimin's eyes, and Namjoon can't help but smile wide at the sight. "No regrets. I don't want to stop until you're finished with me, daddy."

"Those dimples will be the death of me," Jimin mutters as he stands, and Namjoon can't help but smile wider from the compliment. He notices Jimin has removed the leather waist cincher and has partially unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a hint of muscular chest. Namjoon wants to see more.

"You're such a good boy," Jimin says as he smacks Namjoon's ass and walks back to the end of the bed.

And although Namjoon would love to continue to watch his husband make Jeongguk cum, he turns his head to the other side and closes his eyes. Whatever Jimin does to Namjoon, he wants to make sure to be present for every moment of it.

The telltale sound of a lube bottle popping open has Namjoon practically vibrating with anticipation, and he does his best to steady his breathing, lest he absolutely explode from the slightest touch. Cold lube drips onto Namjoon's rim, and he gasps and tightens all of the muscles in his ass. He wonders if Taehyung told Jimin that he likes the way this feels.

The pad of one of Jimin's fingers rubs over Namjoon's rim in tight circles, then gently presses in, penetrating him and stretching him slightly. Namjoon moans and lets a deep exhale out, sinking into the feeling he's longed for, for…he's unsure how long.

"Taehyung told me you like getting fucked rough, baby; is this true?" Jimin teases as he pushes his finger in further and pulls it out, in further and back out.

"Y-yes, daddy," Namjoon whines.

Jimin pulls his finger all the way out, squirts more lube, and rubs the pads of two fingers over Namjoon's hole.

Two fingers enter Namjoon, and suddenly it feels like a lot. Suddenly he is overwhelmed and finds himself gripping onto the comforter beneath him, and soundless gasps fall from Namjoon's lips as Jimin slowly fingers his ass open.

As Jimin's fingers begin to slide smoothly in and out of Namjoon, he begins to slap Namjoon's sore ass cheeks softly with bursts of harder strikes. Every time Jimin's fingers meet his skin, Namjoon sucks in a breath, except for when Jimin really hits him, pushing shattered moans from deep in his chest.

"Such a good little slut, swallowing my fingers whole," Jimin teases. "I'm gonna fucking ruin this pretty ass of yours."

"Please, daddy," Namjoon whines.

A third finger is added and slowly works him open, and by the time Namjoon accommodates to the stretch, he can't help but beg Jimin for his cock. "Please, daddy, please fuck me," Namjoon whines desperately.

Jimin slaps Namjoon's sore, marked ass, and Namjoon cries out, but it doesn't deter him. "I'll be so good for you and so tight, please, daddy!"

Slowly, Jimin pulls his fingers out and rubs the pads of all three over Namjoon's hole. Namjoon laments the loss of penetration but wants so badly for Jimin's cock to be inside him that he doesn't whine.

"On your back, baby," Jimin instructs as Namjoon feels a shift of weight on the bed.

Namjoon flops onto his side with his back facing Taehyung and Jeongguk and wiggles himself around, crossing his wrists and ankles in the process. Jimin undoes one of Namjoon's ankle cuffs and spreads his legs before restraining him once more, and Namjoon glances to the side to find Jeongguk on his knees and Taehyung fingering him open.

"How close is Bunny to being ready?" Jimin asks. "Should we begin to fuck the boys at the same time?"

"Bunny, how are you feeling?" Taehyung asks gently.

"G-good," Jeongguk chokes out, no longer gagged. "Almost ready for your cock."

Jimin rounds the bed, grabs a blindfold from the shelf he got the lube from and gently places it over Namjoon's eyes. "Is this okay, baby?" Jimin asks.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon responds with a smile, showing off his dimples.

Warm, soft hands gently grab Namjoon's face, followed by soft lips on his forehead. Namjoon can't help but grin from the feeling. "I can't tell you how happy I am that we found you two tonight," Jimin mutters softly against Namjoon's forehead. "I'm really grateful to you and Taehyung, and I can't wait to fuck you until you cry."

Namjoon doesn't know what to say—doesn't know what to feel. He bites his lower lip and smiles, and a warm swell of affection fills him. "I'm glad too, Jimin," is all he can bring himself to mutter, and he's unsurprised when he's not reprimanded for not saying daddy because this moment is fairly tender. Namjoon can picture the smile tugging at Jimin's perfect lips.

Lips and hands leave Namjoon, and he thinks he can hear the sound of slacks hitting the floor and crumpling into a pile, and he wishes he could see Jimin naked. God, what a sight he must be, Namjoon thinks.

There's movement on the bed between Namjoon's bound ankles, a dip in the mattress that sinks closer as naked thighs spread Namjoon's legs around him. The anticipation of finally being fucked has Namjoon's heart pounding at a dizzying rate—has Namjoon panting.

"Ready, baby?" Jimin asks as he places his hands on Namjoon's hips and rubs down to his thighs. Namjoon's restraints are loose enough that his legs can bend, though not too far, and Jimin scrunches him up and wraps one arm around one of his thighs.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon whimpers, feeling more ready than he's felt for anything in his life.

"Taehyung, baby, are you and Bunny ready?" Jimin calls.

Namjoon hears Jeongguk mutter a soft, "I am, sir," and Taehyung says, "Ready when you are, Jiminah."

The sound of a lube bottle opening and releasing liquid is so loud suddenly, and Namjoon exhales deeply in an attempt to relax even further into the mattress. The inability to see has the rest of his senses heightened, and he is still reeling over the fact that another man is going to fuck him while his husband is going to fuck someone else.

The blunt tip of a lube-slicked cock brushes over Namjoon's hole, and he can't help but gasp at the sensation. Although his eyes are covered, knowing it's Jimin's cock that is about to penetrate him has him feeling dizzy, and he squeezes his eyes shut.

The arm around Namjoon's thigh holds him close, and Jimin's palm caresses Namjoon's leg as he brushes his cock over Namjoon's rim one last time and begins to push. Jimin's tiny fingers did little to prepare Namjoon for the girth of his cock, and he breathes through the overwhelming stretch.

Jimin is gentle—pushing a tiny bit and pulling out, and pushing ever so slightly further and pulling out, back and forth until he's past the head and his cock is able to slide more easily. He stops and gives Namjoon a chance to breathe, but the air is squeezed from Namjoon's lungs, and he's not sure he can breathe.

"Joonie, baby, how do you feel?" Taehyung asks. The tone is concern laced with desire, and Namjoon imagines Taehyung's cock is currently at least partially inside Jeongguk. He wishes he could see.

"Amazing," Namjoon pants, dropping the sir label. "How do you feel, yeobo?"

"I feel really good, baby," Taehyung responds.

Their little chat distracted Namjoon from the stretch of the cock in his ass just enough for Jimin to more comfortably slide partially out and all the way back in, pushing only small gasps from Namjoon. Jimin doesn't snap his hips, but he presses against Namjoon's thighs to let him know he's reached the limit.

Jimin's cock fills Namjoon so perfectly. Both arms now hold Namjoon's legs in a partially bent position, with the restraints keeping them from being completely relaxed. Pleasure fills every inch of Namjoon, setting his skin on fire, and he whimpers loudly from the bliss, from the closeness, from everything Jimin is in this moment. Namjoon thinks he can hear Jimin panting.

The moans coming from the bed beside them tug at Namjoon mentally and emotionally. It's too complex to unpack in the moment, but there are a lot of things on his heart and on his mind.

Namjoon's heart and his mind become blank, however, as Jimin pulls back and slams his hips forward, fucking his cock into Namjoon with a moan. Namjoon's hands tighten into fists, and his legs tremble, and an attempted groan leaves his lips, but mostly the wind is knocked from him entirely.

"You feel so good, Joonie," Jimin praises as he pulls his hips back and slams them forward once more. A satisfied groan rips from Jimin's chest, and Namjoon sobs from the pain and pleasure of how powerful Jimin's thrusts are.

"Color, baby?" Jimin asks.

"Green!" Namjoon whines desperately.

Jimin begins to fuck Namjoon properly, setting a steady pace that's harder than he expected Jimin to start with but not so hard he forgets himself. Namjoon's entire body relaxes around the feeling of bliss as he adjusts more and more to Jimin's cock, and he keeps his mouth open as moans and soundless breaths pass between his lips.

One of Jimin's arms snakes away from Namjoon's thigh, and Namjoon lets it fall open to the side while Jimin's body shifts mid-thrust, and he seemingly reaches for something. Namjoon is certain he already knows what Jimin will do—because Jimin told him—and he trembles with excitement.

The soft leather tails of the flogger dance over Namjoon's hard, neglected cock and Namjoon gasps. Jimin has yet to touch Namjoon there, and it's suddenly all he can think about.

"Look at that pretty cock," Jimin teases as he fucks Namjoon and continues to lightly dangle the tails of the flogger over him, tickling his tummy, as well. "I bet you're dying for it to be touched, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon whines.

Jimin delicately hits Namjoon's shaft with the flogger, and Namjoon sobs, turning his head to the side from how overwhelming yet unsatisfying the touch is. His left leg, which is suspended on its own, trembles, and Namjoon lets it fall further to the side, spread and bent for Jimin.

"Color, baby?" Jimin asks as he lightly strikes Namjoon's cock, this time closer to the tip.

The pleasure of being fucked and toyed with is intense, but Namjoon isn't sure how much more he wants his cock to be hit. He's nervous when he says, "G-green, daddy, but maybe also yellow?"

"Talk to me, baby," Jimin says. His hips haven't stopped, but the toy no longer touches Namjoon's skin.

Namjoon clears his throat. "I like the impact play, but I don't know if I'll like it much harder than this on my cock."

Two warm palms caress Namjoon's inner thighs, warm and comforting. "Thank you for telling me, baby," Jimin says. "Would you like it if I fucked you harder or is this good for you?"

To the right, Jeongguk moans loudly, and Namjoon remembers that he and Taehyung are in the same room, also fucking. Namjoon still feels conflicted about completely letting go and losing himself to another man, but he trusts in Jimin to take good care of him, and he wants to make the most of this moment while he still can.

"Harder, daddy, please."

Jimin anchors Namjoon's thighs spread and bent with his arms once more and leans into him as he picks up his pace. Namjoon feels so full, and he can't help the sobs and gasps that leave his mouth as Jimin punishes his asshole. Namjoon's thighs and ass are still sensitive from the earlier impact play, and Jimin's hips bucking hard against him sends tiny sparks of pain mixing with the pleasure coursing throughout him like bolts of electricity.

"Can you cum untouched, baby?"

Namjoon probably could, but the thought of his cock remaining neglected, save for slapping against his stomach, makes him want to cry. But he wants to be a good boy and tell the truth.

"Y-yes, but—"

"But what, baby?"

The pleasure building in Namjoon is so incredible, so overwhelming, that he feels himself losing his sanity at the thought of being untouched, and he cries, "But I want you to touch me! Daddy, please!"

Jimin giggles and Namjoon cringes inward, unable to recognize his own voice. An arm leaves one of Namjoon's legs once more, and Namjoon eases it to the mattress and braces himself for what's to come.

"Maybe I'll toy with you a bit and fuck you slower," Jimin says as his hips begin to roll at a much more languid pace.

Namjoon wants to cry and beg and scream and shake his head and limbs petulantly, but Jimin's cock rubs against his prostate in a rhythm that has him losing his grip on time and space, and it eases Namjoon back into a blissful state.

Hard, firm leather touches the head of Namjoon's cock and rubs over the leaky head, gathering and rubbing his precum around as Jimin's thrusting pushes him into the pliant leather. This touch is still not enough, but it's firmer than the flogger, and Namjoon wants more; it certainly feels better than nothing.

"Please, daddy," Namjoon whimpers, not entirely sure what he's asking for.

The leather moves over Namjoon's head and rubs slowly down the length of his cock in small, unsteady movements as Jimin continues fucking Namjoon at a steady pace. The leather lifts away from Namjoon, then taps down gently at the sensitive skin just under the head. A moan escapes Namjoon, and he bites down on his lip; this feels good.

"Baby likes this?" Jimin teases, tapping Namjoon on repeat in the same spot.

"More, please, daddy," Namjoon whines.

"So greedy," Jimin teases, moving the toy down the shaft and making the taps just a bit firmer. "Such a desperate little slut."

"Your slut, daddy."

Beside them, Jeongguk moans loudly and chokes out a sob, and Namjoon feels his desperation rise. He wants to cum so badly. He wants to be fucked past the point of overstimulation until he can't make a sound, and then he wants to be fucked some more.

The leather leaves Namjoon's cock and presses down against his nipple before lifting and striking down hard enough to sting. He thinks it's a crop that Jimin is using, and he hisses and moans from the impact, eager for more.

Firm strikes of the leather hit Namjoon's nipples and pecs, making a loud snap every time the toy meets his skin. The impact of the toy and Jimin's thrusts feel so good, so perfect, but it's still not enough to make Namjoon cum, and he wants it so bad.

"You're so pretty all marked up, Joonie," Jimin says as he taps the leather toy lower on Namjoon's torso, along his ribs and down to his tummy, striking the firmer areas of muscle and bone harder and the softer areas more gently. The stimulation is so much and not enough, and Namjoon finds he's unable to hold back his sobs.

"Please, daddy, please make me cum," Namjoon begs.

"How many times would you like to cum?" Jimin asks, tone turning serious.

All Namjoon can say in response is, "Huh?"

"How many orgasms does it take to make to turn you into jelly, baby?"

Oh.

"T-two or three, daddy," Namjoon confesses, feeling his cheeks warm. He's not sure why he suddenly feels embarrassed; Jimin did say he wanted to overstimulate him earlier.

"What would four do to you, baby?" Jimin asks as his toy gently smacks Namjoon's cock shaft, sending a jolt through his body that turns into a strong shudder.

Namjoon opens his mouth to respond, but he's unsure what to say, and his lips falter. It's Taehyung—breathy and moaning through his words—who says, "He might become non-verbal, so he'll need to clap his hands rather than speak. But there's a chance he'll get so lost in subspace, you'll have to stop."

The idea of becoming non-verbal and entering subspace while tied up and blindfolded and at the hands of another man worries Namjoon suddenly. It's not that he doesn't think he can trust Jimin, but that's something he's only explored with Taehyung, and only Taehyung knows him by heart.

"We'll start with two and see how you feel, okay, baby?" Jimin asks, easing some of Namjoon's trepidation. Namjoon must have tensed up because he feels himself relax.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon mutters quietly, feeling himself sinking into pleasure.

The leather of the toy presses firmly against the sensitive spot under Namjoon's cock head, giving Namjoon just enough friction that he suddenly thinks he can cum from this because, holy fuck, the firm yet bendable leather feels so good. It's dry friction, but it's better than nothing, and Namjoon feels his orgasm suddenly begin to build quickly.

"Baby likes that, hmm?" Jimin teases.

"Yes, daddy," Namjoon whines, feeling lost to the steady build of his first orgasm.

Jimin's arm snakes away from Namjoon, leaving both of his legs suspended and spread on their own, and suddenly, the tails of a flogger hit Namjoon's chest. Namjoon whimpers from the feeling of leather striking his skin while leather also presses against his cock, and he sinks further into the feeling, hoping to succumb fully to pleasure.

Then, Jimin snaps his hips harder and fucks Namjoon at a punishing pace. Namjoon sobs and moans from the sudden change, feeling all at once overwhelmed and on the brink of mental and physical collapse. The flogger stings his skin, hitting him just below his nipples, left to right to left to right, and Namjoon's cock throbs beneath the leather that presses it against his tummy.

"That's it, cum for me, Joonie," Jimin commands.

Like a good boy, Namjoon does as he's told, feeling the orgasm quake through him, rushing over his senses and dragging him down, down into depths of pleasure. Namjoon moans and sobs and chokes out inaudible breaths, and his body trembles from orgasmic release as his cum covers his stomach, some hitting his chest.

"Fuck, yes, baby, that's it!" Jimin praises. He must toss aside the toys, grabbing the underside of Namjoon's thighs and bending him as much as possible in the restraints.

Jimin doesn't slow down, fucking Namjoon hard and fast. The aftershocks of the orgasm rock through Namjoon, and he is finally overstimulated and ready to cry. Although the blindfold is thrilling, Namjoon wishes he could see Jimin and see what his husband looks like fucking Jeongguk, but he's too fucked out to use his words too well.

"D-daddy," Namjoon whines. "Want to see you."

Jimin rubs his hands over Namjoon's body, up his hips and ribs and pecs and shoulders, then gently takes the blindfold and pushes it up to Namjoon's forehead. Namjoon blinks several times and takes in Jimin, who continues to fuck into Namjoon hard, and although he's leaning forward, Namjoon can see his shoulders and chest, muscular and taut on his pretty thin frame. He can see sweat drip down toned abs.

"Wow," Namjoon mutters, eyes trailing up to Jimin's pretty face. Silver hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, and Namjoon stares and smiles while Jimin fucks him through overstimulation, turning him into a pliant mess of a man.

"Yes, baby?" Jimin pants with a smile.

"So pretty, daddy."

Jimin nibbles on his plush lower lip and smiles, then he reaches for Namjoon's half-hard cock and gives it a squeeze. Namjoon tenses and relaxes, not ready for another orgasm but so ready for anything Jimin wants to do to him. He may already be more fucked out than usual from his first orgasm, and although the feeling of Jimin slamming his thick, hard cock into him feels incredible, he hardly makes a sound.

Beside him, Jeongguk moans loudly, and Namjoon turns his head in time to see Taehyung towering over Jeongguk, who is bent in half with his legs unrestrained while Taehyung jackhammers his cock into him. Jeongguk is still blindfolded, and his entire body shakes as he cums. They look amazing.

"Distracted again?" Jimin teases, and Namjoon turns to look at Jimin, ready to apologize, but Jimin winks and says, "Aren't they stunning?"

Namjoon nods and repeats, "Stunning."

Jimin's hips slow, rolling deliciously against Namjoon's prostate once again, and Jimin begins to undo the restraints from Namjoon's ankles. Namjoon rests his head back and lets his eyes roll, lost in the sensation of Jimin rocking into him so perfectly.

Namjoon sets his right foot down on the bed while Jimin releases his left. Then Jimin grabs both legs and lifts them, bending Namjoon in half. Namjoon's eyes open wide as Jimin stands before him with his knees bent and his cock still buried in Namjoon's ass.

"I saw the way you watched longingly as Bunny got railed all bent in half by your beautiful husband," Jimin says with a smirk.

A dizzying burst of pleasure explodes in Namjoon as Jimin sets a rough pace, pounding Namjoon's ass. His ankles hover around his head and bob from each thrust, and the stretch of his limbs takes a moment to ease from painful to relaxed. Namjoon does his best to keep his eyes on Jimin, but they threaten to roll back with every buck of Jimin's hips pushing so deep.

Namjoon's cock bobs and jabs him in the stomach, leaving a streak of precum to mingle with the drying cum that was left there. Sticky and bent in half while breaths are punched from him is a humiliating way to be fucked, and Namjoon revels in it. He hopes that this is the position that gets Jimin off. He hopes that Jimin cums on him like the messy little slut he is just like this.

"What's on your mind, baby?" Jimin asks, cocking his head. Namjoon must have appeared lost in thought.

Namjoon nibbles his lip and feels nervous as he mutters, "Please don't make me say it, daddy."

Jimin grins and pumps his cock into Namjoon nice and hard as he growls, "Say it!"

Namjoon opens his mouth to respond but moans and sobs through the pleasure of being fucked so deep. "Ah—I was th—ah—thinking about how I w-want you to cu—ah, fuck—cum like this."

"Like this?" Jimin parrots, raising an eyebrow. "Why like this?"

Namjoon can feel his face turn scarlet, and he looks from Jimin's eyes to his mouth. "Be—ah—because I'm m-messy and—ah covered in cum and the position is—fu-fuck—humili—ah, god, I'm so close."

"You're gonna cum again already, baby?" Jimin taunts, licking his lips. "My messy, slutty little Joonie is gonna cover himself in his own cum?"

Jimin's voice taunting him only further pushes Namjoon to the edge of destruction, and he feels his body tense and release and tremble uncontrollably. He's so close.

"That's it, baby," Jimin whimpers, eyebrows kitting from pleasure. "I'm gonna fill this slutty little hole with my cum, just for you."

That pushes Namjoon to the edge—sends him plummeting down, down, deep into pleasure. "F-fuck, I'm gonna c—" Namjoon can't finish the words as he's wrapped tightly in overwhelming bliss.

"Eyes on me when you cum, Joonie," Jimin commands, and Namjoon does his best to be good.

All sound and sensation outside of Jimin fucking him is erased as pleasure rolls and quakes through Namjoon, and he spurts cum over his belly, chest and throat. Namjoon moans and whimpers and lets out breathy, noiseless sounds, which mix with the lewd squelch of Jimin pounding his ass, and he does his best to keep his eyes open, watching Jimin.

Jimin's mouth falls wide, and a roar of a moan rips through him. "Squeezing me so fucking tight, holy sh—"

"Want it on me, daddy," Namjoon whines weakly, and Jimin's eyes widen at the confession. "Make a mess of me, please."

Jimin lowers Namjoon's legs, hastily setting them down while clearly trying not to just drop them onto the mattress. He pulls his cock out and strokes it over Namjoon as he falls onto his knees and towers over him. Cum already covers Namjoon in sticky wet, and dry streaks, but when Jimin's release hits him in thick viscous ropes, Namjoon feels elated, head in the clouds, floating in the atmosphere.

Namjoon can't take his eyes off of Jimin. Pretty and muscular, covered in sweat. He fists his cock, letting every last drop fall to Namjoon's skin, and grins as he pants, surveying his work—eyes trailing up to Namjoon's face.

"Wow," Jimin mutters as he sits back on his heels.

"Yeah," Namjoon responds, feeling the haze of euphoria begin to settle and even out, slowly bringing him back to reality. His sweat has turned the bed beneath him cold, and he shivers as the air hits his skin.

Movement to Namjoon's right reminds him that Taehyung and Jeongguk are there, and he turns to find them in a similar state, crumpled up on the bed, panting and covered in sweat. Taehyung smiles sweetly to Namjoon and sits up, unwrapping himself from Jeongguk and leaving a tender kiss on Jeongguk's forehead.

"Bunny," Jimin says with a smirk. "Would you like to come clean Joonie off? Our baby is just covered in cum."

"I would love to, daddy," Jeongguk mutters as he sits up. "If that's alright with Joonie."

Namjoon can't imagine arguing against letting a beautiful man lick the cum off of him, but he lifts his head and says, "I would love nothing more, but I would prefer to do it on a dryer spot."

Jimin giggles and stands, making his way to the head of the bed quickly to undo the restraints around Namjoon’s wrists. He rubs over them, soothing the somewhat sore skin, and Namjoon watches him with a soft smile.

Then, Jimin returns to the end of the bed and beckons with his hands for Namjoon to join him, and Namjoon sits up, feels the streaks of semen trickle down his chest and abdomen, and turns his body until he's lying at the foot of the bed beside Jimin. Jimin pushes a hand through Namjoon's sweaty hair and gently scratches against his scalp.

Jeongguk climbs on the bed and kneels beside Namjoon and begins to lick him clean, moaning and whimpering as he does, and Namjoon closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling. His skin is still sensitive from being flogged, and the gentle wet touch of Jeongguk's tongue sends shivers through him.

Lips are at Namjoon's neck, and he doesn't need to open his eyes to recognize Taehyung; the smell of musky cologne and the low growl he lets out are telling enough.

"What a mess you two made, baby," Taehyung teases, nipping at Namjoon's neck below the collar. Namjoon whimpers and moans in response, feeling too intoxicated by bliss for so many sets of lips to not have an effect on him.

As the soreness begins to settle, Taehyung starts a bath for Namjoon and Jeongguk to enjoy, while Jimin finds various lotions and salves to rub into their skin once they come out. A warm swell of affection fills Namjoon as Jimin towel dries him and begins to soothe all the marks he left, watching as Taehyung does the same for Jeongguk.

Namjoon finds it hard to believe that any of the events of the night had truly transpired, but the dull ache of his skin and the overwhelming joy in his heart tells him that it all very much did. He wonders, as they leave the club together, exchanging numbers in the parking lot as the sun begins to rise overhead, whether the four of them will ever converge again. As he holds Taehyung's warm, safe, familiar hand, he thinks he would really like to see Jimin and Jeongguk once more. Maybe even more frequently.

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rainbowsuitcase · 2 months

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Fic Rec - Similar Creatures

"You and I are such similar creatures. We both screw people for money."

The Pretty Woman inspired AU starring Kim Namjoon as Julia Roberts. Kinda.

By pastel_daydream; Namjoon/Jimin; 147K; E

Tags: Sex Worker Kim Namjoon | RM; CEO Park Jimin (BTS); Strangers to Lovers; Slow Burn; Light Angst

Note: Knowledge of Pretty Woman not needed. It made me cry. It was amazing.

#welcome to your barely scheduled program #bts fic rec #namjoon x jimin #minimoni #minjoon #kim namjoon #park jimin

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colormepurplex2 · 1 year

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Curse Of The Serpent | Bitter Lies & A Honeyed Truth

↳ Perseus!Namjoon x Medusa!Jimin ⤜ Strangers/Fated Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 5,934 ⚠️ Angst, confused feelings, self-discovery, kissing, body touching, mild hair tugging, tending to wounds, handjob

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“Not here,” Ares states firmly. “She’ll have felt the curse break and won’t hesitate long before coming to see what has become of her pet.”

“But, Ares—“ Namjoon tries to insist, but Ares just shakes his head and lunges forward to cuff his large hands around Namjoon and Jimin’s arms. It’s impossible to resist the strength of the war god as he hauls them bodily through the cavern.

The sea beyond the cave has quieted since Namjoon’s been inside. A garishly opulent bronze and leather chariot attached to a band of phantom war horses balances precariously on the cliff edge just outside the mouth of the cave. Namjoon and Jimin both voice sounds of protest as Ares shoves them ahead onto the flat of the chariot before he steps on, grabs up the corded rein, and lashes it in the air ahead of the vessel.

Immediately, the chariot rockets forward, the ghostly projections galloping on silent hooves right over the cliff edge and into the sky.

“Ares! Have you gone mad?” Namjoon yells above the whining din of the wind whipping past.

Ares throws his head back and laughs. “Mad for ever trusting that harlot is what I am, brother.”

Namjoon bites his tongue, though his thoughts float to the fact he knows his brother has dallied with his own love affairs over the years. He’s curious about what atrocity Aphrodite could have done this time to warrant such a reaction from Ares. The more pressing question right now is why any of this is happening and what it has to do with the man huddled in the corner of the chariot opposite Namjoon.

Olympus is just as splendid a sight as it is every time Namjoon is here. He wishes it were under better circumstances this time, however. Ares navigates the chariot to the foot of the stairs leading up to his temple.

“Can’t you just let me go?” Jimin’s voice is reed-thin and full of trepidation as he speaks, eyes constantly flicking around. He has the strip of lace from before clutched tightly in one hand. The other absently rubs at the serpent mark on his neck.

“Quiet,” Ares commands in a soft yet firm voice. “We must move quickly. I’ll explain everything as soon as we’re behind the wards in my temple.”

The dozen steps leading up to the towering archway entrance seem like hundreds as they make their way up. The inside of the temple is vast, with large supporting pillars dispersed throughout. At the far end is a marble throne, though not nearly as obnoxiously lush as the chariot. It’s quite the opposite, stark lines and plain, what one might assure is the proper appearance suiting to seat a god of war and destruction.

Ares bypasses the throne and makes for a small alcove in the recesses of the temple. The space opens up into a large chamber, lit brightly by overhead view lights. Once Jimin and Namjoon are within, Ares slams the wide gold doors shut and drops an iron locking rod across them.

“We’re here. Now start talking.” This isn’t the first time Namjoon has been inside Ares’ temple, but it is the first time he’s been inside this particular chamber. It reflects the opposite of the throne room, even more ostentatious than the chariot. There are silk and velvet-covered couches and loungers strewn around in a haphazard fashion. Lavish rugs cover the floor, and tapestries hang from every inch of wall space. A large bed, overflowing with plush cushions, sits off to one side. It’s an obscenely decorated bed-chamber, but Namjoon only gives it a cursory glance.

Jimin stands by the door, eyes locked onto the war god, waiting to see what he intends to say. He can’t help but dart fleeting glances at the warrior’s half-brother. The urge to go to Namjoon’s side, if only to feel protected, is barely stifled by his need to remain vigilant and wary. As Jimin knows all too well, gods are notorious for playing games.

Ares sighs, pulling off his helm and tossing it toward a pile of pillows. The metal headpiece bounces and rolls, the noise muffled by the thick rugs, until it stops under an errant couch.

“Would either of you like some wine?” Ares asks, moving over to a low wooden table and grabbing a green glass bottle filled with dark reddish-hued liquid. Namjoon and Jimin both shake their heads at his offer. “Very well, then. At least have a seat.” Ares gestures with his free hand toward a cluster of loungers.

Namjoon purses his lips but moves to a lounger upholstered in blue silk. He perches on the edge, elbows resting on his knees. He rolls his shoulders, pushing down the sliver of irritation at Ares not giving him time to grab the round mirrored shield before hauling him out of that cave. The bareness of his back makes him feel vulnerable and incomplete, a warrior without all of his elements. Thankfully, he had his sword in hand when Ares dragged him out and was able to sheath it before being tossed into the chariot. He adjusts the belt of his sword, letting the weapon’s length rest against the side of the lounger.

Jimin chooses to recline against the wall next to the door, crossing his arms over his chest and staying as far away from the others as he can, considering his circumstances. His clear blue eyes track Ares as he shuffles across the floor and plops down into a seat beside Namjoon.

The furniture groans as Ares stretches out and upends the bottle of wine, draining half in a few hearty gulps before setting it on the floor by his feet. “Should I begin, or will you?” Jimin finally asks after Ares remains silent for a few tense minutes.

Ares casts him a mildly withering glare before bringing his attention to Namjoon. “What Jimin said is right. The Gorgon curse was placed upon him by Aphrodite. The timeline is all the same. The events are mostly the same as well. The only deviation from the story you know from legend is how and why the curse was placed.” There is a moment of pause as he grabs the wine bottle and gulps another mouthful before he launches back into the story. “You know how jealous Aphrodite can be, especially in matters of vanity. She’s a gorgeous goddess and likes attention.” He lofts the bottle up in an off-handed gesture of annoyance. “It’s not remiss that she hates when others get more attention than she does, as you know. She became jealous over all the attention Jimin was getting—“

“Evil bitch,” Jimin mutters from his place by the door.

“—yes, well, so she is. As I said, she was jealous of the attention and devised a plan to take care of the competition. To get rid of the one who was outshining her, she consulted with one of Poseidon’s sea hags to create a curse that would prevent anyone from ever looking upon Jimin again or from him ever looking upon someone else in turn. That bit of lace there,” he nods toward Jimin, whose fist tightens around the streamer of black lace he’s still holding, “was enchanted with the curse. As soon as Aphrodite secured it over Jimin’s eyes, the curse began to take hold and imprint the mark of the Gorgon. Poseidon was there, conspiring with Aphrodite the whole way through. He’s the one who planned the party that night, all so they could unleash their demon and create their narrative of the monster known as Medusa. They didn’t plan on Athena walking in and catching them in the act. They threatened Athena’s son, Erichthonius, claiming they’d ruin him and his kingdom of Athens if she spoke of what really happened. Of course, gods being gods, she cared more for her son than someone else, and that’s how the legend you know came to be.” Ares gives Jimin a half-frown, his brows furrowing as his eyes linger on the once-cursed being.

“All of this is true?” Namjoon asks, looking at Jimin, too. The moment his eyes land on the man by the door, that weird feeling from the cave returns. Warmth suffuses beneath his skin, and a low thrum flitters in his belly.

“Is it so hard to believe that some gods are monsters?” is the only response Jimin offers.

Ares makes a noncommittal sound, bringing Namjoon’s attention back to him. “It was recently brought to my attention that Aphrodite has been sneaking around with that pompous, feathered asshole Hermes. Glad to see you have his sandals. He won’t be getting those back, the tricky little deviant,” Ares huffs an irritated sigh. “When I confronted Aphrodite about it, she laughed at me…made a mockery of me in front of everyone on Olympus who would listen. That’s another story, though, for another time. I’ve had it with her games and her promiscuity. I consulted with the Oracle and Fate to discern how best to teach my tramp of a wife some humility. They spoke to me about a serpentine curse to be broken and hidden beauty unleashed by the blood of my blood and a star from my heart of hearts. They assured me the curse could be broken if the bearer had unwavering faith and was selfless in their motivation.” He pauses again, glancing at Jimin. “As well as something else…” he trails off, uncertainty lacing his words.

“Something else? Ares, do not begin the word games now. Speak plainly.” Namjoon pushes up from his seat and glares down at his godly brother.

“Love,” Jimin states simply.

Namjoon’s eyes snap up to meet that cool blue gaze. That oddly warm feeling is like a punch in the gut. “Love?” he parrots in confusion, trying to ignore the way his body is reacting.

Jimin smiles slightly, the expression turning into a grimace as he drops his gaze to the floor. “Ares is quite the storyteller. There are just a few minor details he wouldn’t have been privy to. Poseidon held me down, laughing at me as he used his godly strength to pin me to the marble floor. Aphrodite took her time, toying with me and telling me all the horrid things I would do once I became her monster, all the people who would die because of me—the people waiting just outside the room in mid-celebration. She explained the curse and what it meant for me, that there would be no hope for it ever to be broken. You see, all curses have a counter—a way to break them. It’s just reaching that point; that’s the hard part. She thought she had found a loophole of sorts. The sea hag had assured her it would work…and I guess, in many ways, it did, considering I’ve spent hundreds of years alone in a desolate sea cave fearing the outside world. As she was winding the lace veil around my head, she told me the only way this curse would ever be broken was if the person who was destined to reside beside me in the cosmos came to my rescue and parted the veil with a god's weapon. How could someone come to rescue me if everyone turned to stone before they got the chance? Eventually, instead of people coming to try and help me, they came to destroy me. A never-ending cycle of turning poor, misguided souls into stone…all for what? Because I’m pretty?” Jimin asks in a bitter tone.

“You knew of this curse?” Namjoon asks Ares, an edge biting into his words. “Tell me you only found out once the Fates told you.”

Ares puffs out his cheeks, looking nothing like the god of war and courage he is. “I will not lie to you, brother. I did know about it but had forgotten until the Oracle and Fate reminded me. Aphrodite told me of the curse a few days after word spread about the Gorgon attack at Poseidon’s feast during a spat we had.”

“And you did nothing?” There’s no mistaking the venom in Namjoon’s question.

“Come now, Perseus—brother, I’m doing something about it now, right?”

“After hundreds of years! And only because you’re mad at Aphrodite!” Namjoon roars, kicking the leg of Ares’ chair. The wood snaps, sending the giant god sprawling onto the floor and the near-empty bottle of wine careening across the carpets in a spray of deep plum. “You are no brother of mine,” Namjoon grits out between clenched teeth. “Love. Is that what this is?” He slaps a hand to his chest and fists a handful of his shirt. “This feeling in here?”

Jimin straightens up by the door. “There’s a feeling?”

As if acknowledging it out loud permitted it to become more prominent, the odd feeling lurches beneath Namjoon’s breastbone. It’s warm with a subtle, constant hum like that of a honeybee. It pulses every time Namjoon looks at Jimin.

“It’s like something in here is trying to get out,” Namjoon mutters, glancing down at his fist, still strangling a handful of his shirt. “Every time I look at you,” he says, bringing his attention back up, “it becomes more intense.” The feeling washes over him, clarity bleeding through the confusion.

Namjoon realizes now he’s been wrong all along. He only thought he loved Andromeda. Guilt wars inside him momentarily at the thought of the woman still being held hostage by her own father. What he felt for the fair maiden is nothing compared to this fierce fire growing inside his chest that seems to be fueled by Jimin.

“I feel it, too,” Jimin whispers, chewing his bottom lip. His brow pinches as his eyes flick across Namjoon’s face, taking in the apparent war of emotions there. “You don’t want this. Do you?”

“I—it’s not that, Jimin. There’s just…someone.”

“You already have a lover,” Jimin assesses with a tight smile. “It’s possible Fate is wrong or maybe just cruel.”

Ares heaves himself up from the floor and flicks a hand between Jimin and Namjoon. “Fate doesn’t make mistakes. Besides, Perseus, I didn’t want to bring this up before because I knew it might change your mind and deviate your feet from their course…but, Andromeda never agreed to accept your hand, even after her rescue. It was only the word of her worm of a father that said anything of the sort. I didn’t want to discourage you or fill your heart with woe. I knew how this would end, and Fate affirmed it. So, I did not see any harm in letting you continue on as you were until everything played out as is spun within your thread.”

“Rescue?” Jimin asks. “Is this woman—is she in danger?”

Namjoon nods. “She’s being held hostage in one of Poseidon’s ocean prisons. Her father, King Cepheus, intends to sacrifice her to…well, your mother. He wants to win favor with Cetus, so she’ll leave his kingdom alone.”

“Sounds like Mother.” Jimin frowns. “I might know where you can find some help. Ares,” he says, turning to the now rumpled god, “can you get word to the dead shoals?”

Ares shrugs one big shoulder. “I don’t see why not. Why?”

“You need to summon my sisters. They hold a grudge against our mother that could fill Olympus twice over. Over the years, I’ve caught snippets and rumors of my sister’s fates. Contrary to what the world may believe, the curse Aphrodite put on me has nothing to do with how my sisters became gorgons. That’s something that was deep in our blood, thanks to our lineage. It was the madness that followed the curse that drove their inner monsters to the surface. I’m sure they’d salivate at the prospect of seeing to it that Cetus doesn’t need a sacrifice to leave the kingdom of Cepheus alone. Let them know of your aid in my freedom, and they are sure tol assist. Also, maybe as a way of asking forgiveness…you could rescue Andromeda in Namjoon’s stead?” Jimin directs the last part as a question, pointedly giving Ares a stern look.

Ares scoffs. “I was getting to that.” He turns back to Namjoon. “I have many wrongs to make right with you, brother. Let me handle this for you as further repayment and compensation for not being mindful much sooner and being selfish in my reasoning.”

“Would you truly do that for me, Ares?”

“Aye, I would. If that is what you want.” It’s surprising the vulnerability that Namjoon can hear in Ares’ voice, but comforting in knowing his brother is speaking the truth.

He casts a quick glance at Jimin, trying to suppress the smile that automatically pulls at his lips. “Make haste in your message to the dead shoals. I’d have Cepheus releasing his daughter before the moon is full.”

“I shall make it so. You can count on me, Namjoon.” Ares gives him a slight nod of his chin before snagging his helm from beneath the couch it rolled under. “You shall find everything you need here. Do not leave this chamber until I return at sundown tomorrow. I imagine you two have much to discuss.” There is an unmistakable twinkle of mischief in Ares’ eyes before he pulls up the lock bar and exits through the large ornate doors. They snick shut behind him with a sense of finality.

Namjoon clears his throat, laughing awkwardly into the silence that follows Ares’ departure. “An apology seems dreadfully inadequate.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Jimin says quietly. “If anything, I should be thanking you. Despite your initial intentions to remove my head from my body, if you hadn’t set out on this path, I wouldn’t be here… curse-free. Though, maybe I should direct my gratitude toward Fate instead in that case.”

A pregnant pause stretches between them, finally breaking as Namjoon steps closer to Jimin. “I’m trying to fight this, whatever this is,” he gestures between them. “My body and soul urge me to move closer, but my mind says that’s absurd considering.”

“Fate is funny like that, it seems. You know it’s unheard of how this is panning out. Fate and the Oracle aren’t generally so direct with their gifts and insight. I wonder what more your precious brother hasn’t said.”

That gives Namjoon pause. “He’s good at keeping secrets. Gods—all bitter lies disguised as honeyed truths. I’ve never fared well in the court politics and deceptions of Olympus.” Shaking his head, he dispels that line of conversation. “Please, let us start over if you’ll allow it?” Namjoon looks up at Jimin.

“I think I would like that,” Jimin confirms, though his words sound mildly uncertain. “It’s been so long since I’ve conversed with someone outside of them actively trying to kill me. I’m afraid I may be a bit uncouth.”

That spreads a smile across Namjoon’s face. “How about we start by getting more comfortable? I’m sure I can find something for you to wear if you’d like to change.” His eyes drop down, taking in the thinning black and white tunic that hangs around Jimin’s slim form. His black pants have salt stains around the cuffs and wear at the knees. The leather sandals on his feet look to have seen better days.

“There’s not much in the means of resources at the edge of the world,” Jimin says self-consciously, rubbing the fabric of his worn top between his fingers.

“What, um, what does it feel like for you?” Namjoon asks. Jimin gives him a quizzical look. “The feeling, I mean, that you say you feel, too.” He moves over to a large wardrobe on the far side of the room, next to an open doorway that leads into a bathing chamber with a large sunken hot spring gurgling within.

Namjoon pulls open the wardrobe and begins rummaging through the confines in search of clothing that might be size appropriate for the slight figure of Jimin compared to Ares. Even with his own considerable measure, Namjoon knows most of the clothing will also swamp him.

“It feels like the sun in summer. Or, rather, what I remember of how that feels. It’s been a long time since I felt a warmth that wasn’t accompanied by the crackle of a fire.” Jimin moves over to the wardrobe, coming to a stop by Namjoon.

The close proximity of Jimin has that warmth doubling, morphing into a comforting lull of satisfaction in Namjoon’s chest. “Like the sun in summer,” Namjoon agrees, awe painting his voice as he turns to Jimin. He has an armful of assorted robes and belts. “They might be a bit big, but with the right belt and strap, I’m sure we can make them work until Ares’ return.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Thank you.” Jimin accepts the bundle with a soft smile. “Do you think Ares would mind if I washed?” His eyes slide to the side, landing on the steaming pool in the bathing chamber.

“I don’t think Ares has any room to deny anything to you now.” Namjoon steps toward the bathing chamber, his hand automatically coming up to cup Jimin’s elbow and encouraging him to follow.

Electric tingles spark at the contact. They share a lingering look, searching one another’s eyes for any indication of revulsion or panic. There is none. Another soft smile quirks Jimin’s lips, his chin tilting down in silent assurance.

As they enter the room, Jimin sets the bundle of clothing on a dry bench near the doorway. A plethora of baskets sit on the far side of the spring, filled with bottles of oils and canisters of crushed flower petals.

Namjoon glances at Jimin from the corner of his eyes. His fingers press a little more firmly around Jimin’s elbow briefly before he drops his hand altogether and takes a step toward the door.

“Wait.” Jimin turns with Namjoon, reaching out and snagging his wrist. “Stay. If you want,” he’s quick to add, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. “You look like you could use it.” Namjoon’s eyebrows rise in amusement, his teeth catching his lips to keep from smiling. Jimin shakes his head, sighing. “That’s not what I mean. What I meant to say is that the bath is big enough and I’m sure you’re weary from your journey. I know spending any amount of time in that sea cave, you’ve surely got some salt collecting somewhere.”

That breaks Namjoon’s resolve, and the smile floods his face. “Something like that. As long as you’re okay with it, I’d welcome a chance to wash away these last few days.”

Jimin just nods, giving Namjoon a tight smile that makes the small cut on his cheek pull taut. “Ow,” Jimin winces, cupping his injured cheek.

“Here, let me,” Namjoon says, quickly closing the distance between them and placing his hand over Jimin’s. He gently pulls Jimin’s hand away to get a better look at the cut. It’s slightly puckered and red, an angry line Namjoon now feels mirrored across his heart. “I should clean this. It’ll be easier from the bath. I saw a few bottles of salve and ointment in the basket.”

“Okay,” breathes Jimin. There is a sadness in his blue eyes that Namjoon wants nothing more than to make disappear.

“I’ll give you a moment.” Namjoon reluctantly releases Jimin’s hand and turns, giving the other man some privacy.

The soft shuffling of fabric is the only indicator that Jimin is undressing. A soft sigh signals his entry into the burbling water. “This seems almost a crime to enjoy when all I’ve had are quick scrubs with freezing salt water the last hundred years or so.”

“You really have been alone all this time?” Namjoon asks before he can stop himself. He immediately regrets the query, fearing it’ll upset Jimin.

To his surprise, though, Jimin just sighs and laughs lightly. “I fled from anyone who even remotely tried. I didn’t want to hurt anyone if I could help it. That’s how I found myself at the world's edge, sequestered away in a dank cave long abandoned by its previous resident. With only stone statues and the ocean for companions.” Jimin clears his throat. “You may join me now if you still wish.”

Namjoon takes a deep, fortifying breath and begins to work the fastenings on his armor and clothing. The sword's weight leaves his hip, and for once in his life, he doesn’t feel naked without a weapon. Instead, he feels an immense sense of rightness. The sword goes onto the bench next to the pile of clothes he procured for Jimin. His sandals come off quickly and he tosses them by the door.

“It’s not fair, the way gods play their games with little care to the repercussions.” The leather armor covering his chest and hips gets discarded beneath the bench. Namjoon reaches back with trembling hands and grips a handful of his shirt, working the cream-colored fabric over his head.

Jimin clears his throat from behind Namjoon. “You talk as if you’re not one of them. Do you not believe yourself so?” he deigns to ask.

Namjoon can feel the heat of Jimin’s gaze on his back, traveling down to his leather trousers as he loosens the ties and lets them sag below his ass. “Zeus may be my sire by the divine laws of nature, but he is not my father.”

The leather trousers slide down Namjoon’s powerful legs, pooling at his feet. He takes his time bringing each foot up and easing the cuff over his heel. All the while, that intense feeling of Jimin’s gaze doesn’t relent.

“Have you always been a warrior?”

“Since the day I could hold a sword,” Namjoon answers. He finally turns, unashamed to bare himself so intimately before the man he’s quickly growing fond of and who has already captured his heart by the forces of Fate and destiny.

Jimin doesn’t hide his perusal. His crystalline eyes trace over every contour of Namjoon’s body, mapping out each peak, valley, and swell of muscle. With measured steps, Namjoon crossed the small expanse to the edge of the pool. He takes a moment to admire Jimin, submerged to his shoulders in the bubbling pool—steam wafts along the surface, obscuring everything below.

The water offers a kiss of heat, a pleasant burn that soaks deep into Namjoon’s tired limbs. His eyes stay on Jimin’s as he steps further into the bath until his feet touch the natural ledge used to wade around the oblong-shaped natural spring. They stay in a comfortable silence, eyes on one another—Namjoon circuits around the pool to where the baskets of bottles and canisters sit.

He finally breaks his gaze with Jimin to peruse Ares's various ointments and salves. Generally, gods do not need these types of things, but other beings are known to frequent Olympus who may. He has no mind to thank Ares as a lot of this mess can be placed at his feet, even if he was inadvertently involved.

Grabbing a healing ointment and a cooling salve, Namjoon brings his focus back to Jimin. “Where would you like me?” Jimin asks softly. The heat from the pool has perspiration collecting along his brow and neck, darkening his hairline and turning the strands an iron color.

“Do you mind sitting on the first ledge?” Namjoon nods toward the edge of the pool.

Jimin moves to obey, his body gracefully gliding through the spring. Water cascades from his shoulders, chest, and stomach as he lifts himself up with his hands braced on the edge and turns to sit on the ledge just below the water's surface.

Steam feathers across Jimin’s lap, leaving his torso exposed to the open air and Namjoon’s eyes. “You really are exquisitely perfect,” Namjoon comments with an awed tone of reverence. His heart picks up a more brutal beat, thumping wildly in his chest as he closes the distance between himself and Jimin. He swallows hard, clutching the jars in white-knuckled fists.

“I’m sure there are sonnets about your own beauty,” Jimin comments, letting his eyes wander over the bronzed muscles framing Namjoon’s neck and arms. “Namjoon, son of Danaë.” Something inside Namjoon crumbles in on itself before flowering back out in a renewed well of strength and affection with the way Jimin gives respect to Namjoon’s name in such a way.

Chills spread down Namjoon’s arms, once again in a warring emotional state of trying to understand how mere words could elicit such a visceral reaction in him. Whatever it is, he wants more of it. He craves it—needs it to survive. Before he drops them in the water, he quickly sets the jars on the ledge above Jimin, away from the steaming water.

Jimin holds his breath as Namjoon steps in closer, his hips faintly brushing against Jimin’s knees. A shudder passes through Jimin, his breath dipping with a soft exhale. His eyes flutter shut as Namjoon lifts a hand and strokes his thumb just under the cut on Jimin’s cheek. “I’m so sorry,” Namjoon whispers.

“It’s…it’s been so long,” Jimin says. Namjoon watches as the tip of Jimin’s tongue pokes out to swipe over his slightly parted lips. “So long since I’ve been touched by someone not intending me harm.”

Namjoon’s heart squeezes at the anguish in Jimin’s words. He brings his other hand up to cup Jimin’s jaw. There’s no mistaking the soft sob that shudders through Jimin when Namjoon traces his thumb over Jimin’s bottom lip.

“Shh,” Namjoon coos softly, pressing in closer to Jimin. His legs naturally spread, allowing the larger man to crowd in further. Taking away one hand but keeping the other stroking gently along Jimin’s jaw, Namjoon uncorks the healing ointment and dips a finger inside. The translucent gel smells faintly of honeysuckle and ginger. The salve is like aloe, soothing the angry redness from around the wound. It doesn’t take long for Namjoon to have the cut clean and the ointment and salve applied. “All done,” he says softly, ducking his head to catch Jimin’s half-lidded gaze.

They stare at one another, the moment stretching longer as they both take the time to truly appreciate the beauty of the other. Jimin’s tongue darts out again, working at the corner of his mouth. An errant tear manages to slip from his lashes and begin to track down his other cheek. Namjoon watches the salty drop as it crests over the apple of Jimin’s cheek and angles toward his chin.

Flicking his eyes up to Jimin’s, he leans in, hesitating to give Jimin time to protest. Salt explodes on the tip of Namjoon’s tongue as he presses his lips to Jimin’s cheek, capturing the tear before it can go any further. A soft gasp leaves Jimin, his parted lips trembling with his next words. “Touch me, please, all of me. It’s been so long. I do not know how much longer I can bear it if you don’t.”

Namjoon brings his lips to Jimin’s with a deep, satisfying groan. “You taste how I think starlight would taste,” Namjoon murmurs between kisses. The words part his lips enough to draw in Jimin’s tongue. Tentative at first, he only seeks small sips along the seam of Namjoon’s lips. “Intoxicating and derived from the heavens.”

Angling his head slightly, Namjoon opens further in an invitation, welcoming the slide of Jimin’s tongue into his mouth. Jimin raises his hands and firmly presses them against Namjoon’s chest, marveling at the solid feel of muscle and smooth skin.

“More,” Jimin pleads, unabashed in how needy and breathless he sounds. He has craved the touch and comfort of another for so long it hurts. The large, rugged palms of Namjoon soothe just as much as the aloe salve. Only, instead of a flesh wound, it’s a balm to his soul.

Sliding a hand up, Namjoon feathers his fingers through the damp strands of hair behind Jimin’s ear. Being gentle yet firm, Namjoon tightens his fingers around a handful of Jimin’s hair and tugs his head sideways to deepen the kiss even further. Jimin’s fingers press into Namjoon’s chest in response, eliciting a soft mewling noise from his throat.

Stroking Jimin’s chin one more time, Namjoon lets his other hand trail down, tracing a delicate path along Jimin’s body. He can feel the frantic thrum of Jimin’s pulse in his neck, the supple curve of muscle across his chest, and the slender taper of his waist. A beautiful map that Namjoon wants nothing more than to memorize.

“Gods,” Namjoon curses softly as his hand dips below the water's surface and encounters the hard length of Jimin’s arousal. He pulls his hand back, uncertain if he’s crossing a line. His own aching cock bobs in the water, he refuses to pay it any mind. This isn’t about him, not in the slightest.

“Don’t stop,” Jimin encourages when he realizes Namjoon’s hesitation. It’s all the encouragement Namjoon needs to plunge his hand back beneath the water, wrap his fingers around Jimin and squeeze lightly. Jimin cries out, head dropping back to expose his throat as he jerks in Namjoon’s hold. The movement dislodges Namjoon’s hand from his hair, letting it fall to his shoulder instead.

Namjoon slides his hand down and then back up in a generous stroke. “I will touch you forever if it means getting to look upon your face and watch the emotions dancing in your eyes.”

Jimin drops his chin forward, bringing his eyes level with Namjoon’s. His eyes continue down until they fall upon Namjoon’s forearm and where his hand disappears below the surface. “I want to watch you touch me,” he gasps, his stomach muscles contracting as Namjoon rubs his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock.

With a coy smile curling his lips, Namjoon places his other hand under Jimin’s ass, lifts him clear of the water, and settles him on the outer lip of the hot spring. Namjoon follows him, going up a step. They both drop their gazes, watching as Namjoon’s large hand fists up in a slow stroke that has a pearly bead of moisture seeping from Jimin. “Nectar of the gods,” Namjoon moans, watching as more pre-cum comes up with his next stroke.

The muscles in Jimin’s thighs flex and go taut with each upward swivel, and moans begin to pour from his lips every time Namjoon’s thumb smears the gathered moisture. “Namjoon,” Jimin pants. “I’m about to—“

Namjoon cuts off Jimin with another searing kiss, devouring the words and moans as Jimin’s release shudders through him. Hot ropes of cum lace across Namjoon’s chest and stomach, each additional stream losing momentum until it just drips down onto Namjoon’s hand, now making lazy corkscrew motions, encouraging Jimin’s orgasm until completion.

The soft, almost pained whine Jimin lets out has Namjoon finally pulling back, breaking the kiss, and gently moving his hand to Jimin’s thigh. Namjoon presses his forehead to Jimin’s as they both try to catch their breath. A small thread of satisfaction slithers through Namjoon at how completely and utterly at peace Jimin looks, soft in a way with his kiss-swollen lips and lids at half-mast. “Beautiful,” Namjoon murmurs.

Jimin’s lids tug upward enough that he can lock gazes with Namjoon. “I don’t know that words will ever truly express the feelings and emotions that are raging inside of me right now. All I know is that whatever happens next, I want to face it with you by my side. Thank you for seeing me, touching me…but most of all, for freeing me.”

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