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nervouscupcakeinspace · 2 years

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 6)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

A Storm Blowing Up Your Horizon by Takujaepls

Jungkook had never been normal. He wasn't exactly sure what normal was, but he knew he wasn't it. He had always felt different, wrong, not right . Cue a mysterious murderer who shows Jungkook how good it is to be bad.

Cut to the Chase by deepslowpanic

“Isn’t he dreamy?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook grunts. He agrees, even though he hates that he has to. Because he is dreamy, he just doesn’t really want Jimin to think so too. “He seems totally into you,” Jungkook admits. Because of course Namjoon does, who wouldn’t be into Park Jimin? “You shouldn’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jimin asks, turning to Jungkook with a smile. There’s so much hopefulness there that Jungkook can’t find it in himself to really be mad.

“Definitely,” he agrees. “He likes you, you should go for it.”

-OR-

When Jimin drags Jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, Jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. It’s just his bad luck that Jimin is totally into the guy.

Closer to Home by deepslowpanic *

“I - uh, I could go with you?” Namjoon suggests.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, letting out a breath through his nose before finally meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “You’d have to, um, pretend to be my boyfriend. You know, like…” he trails off, unsure what to say.

Namjoon smiles kindly. “I can do that, Jungkook-ah,” he insists. “How hard could it be?”

Privately, Jungkook thinks it could be very hard, but he still finds himself nodding, heart lodged in his throat.

-OR-

Jungkook already knows that bringing a fake boyfriend to his cousin’s wedding is a stupid idea. But it’s only made harder when Namjoon offers himself for the job, unaware of the fact that Jungkook has been in love with him for years.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

skip a step and back by exarite * (WIP)

Min Yoongi is Jungkook's Dom, not his boyfriend.

Not yet, at least.

Jungkook tries to transition his and Yoongi's purely d/s relationship into more.

The Dragon and The Sun by KandiRose *

“I am not your bride, Jeonha.”

“Are you not?” Yoongi tilts his head to the side. "Within these walls no one will even address you by the name you have been raised to respond to. If anything, the only thing you are for certain is my bride, nothing less, nothing more.”

~~~~

On the night of his sister's wedding to the most ruthless King Silla has ever known, Jungkook takes her place in the marital chamber with a single objective - to kill a King and disappear forever. But things rarely go according to plan.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Chapter 26: namseok, squirting, 7.2k (canon) (chapter 26 of Kink Prompts) by bwichimbap

Hoseok's first mistake is watching porn in his studio with headphones on, which he realizes now is never a good idea.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

Autumn, Leaves by mangust_d

Yoongi and Hoseok set out on a fun cabin trip between best friends. Naturally, there is only one bed.

"My mum used to say that the good ones won't leave, no matter what. And you’ve always been the best one.”

Sallowheart by mangust_d (WIP)

Democracies are crumbling and the Korean peninsula is being swallowed by a huge cloud of dust, but for one year, Yoongi's world will be reduced to a few corridors, cold porridge, and the most beautiful pair of hands that could break him like a twig.

OR: The story of how Min Yoongi fell for the Jester.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

A Breach of Protocol by Anna (arctic_grey), tragicamente *

Actor Kim Seokjin’s love life has always been the subject of wild rumours but he has never been caught in a scandal. Behind closed doors, however, he is going through a rough breakup. Namjoon, as the Head of Close Protection, does not expect to pick up the pieces, yet here he is: standing at Seokjin’s door at two in the morning, about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

Seokjin took the phone and looked in amazement at a 28-second fancam set to a sultry, moany song that featured slow-mo footage of Namjoon escorting him in and out of cars and buildings, of Namjoon holding umbrellas for him, of Namjoon shoving people out of the way at an airport (Seokjin remembered that chaotic day). With piercing and sharp dragon eyes, Namjoon sent glares at crowds and photographers like he was two steps from murder at any given moment, but then Namjoon would turn to escort Seokjin with the gentlest of touches. The video caption said, eloquently, ‘hottest bodyguard in all of Korea’.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes *

Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.

“What,” Namjoon repeats, “do you do with a dildo?”

Unimpressed, Yoongi raises one eyebrow. “You’ve been with girls, haven’t you?”

Namjoon frowns at him. “I have, obviously?”

“Then what do you think I do with a dildo, Namjoon?”

You, In the Distance by deepslowpanic

“It’s been three years, Namjoon. Is it still that bad?” “I don’t know, probably,” Namjoon admits. “Maybe working with him won’t be so hard?” Hoseok suggests. “Yoongi hyung is a good guy, he’s nice. And it’s not like things ended badly.” Which is true. Hoseok isn’t wrong. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It still hurts now. None of what Hoseok says doesn’t mean that Min Yoongi is not the man who, three years ago, broke Namjoon’s heart. -OR- Namjoon knew it was a maladaptive coping mechanism, honestly he did, naming his cat after the ex boyfriend he was still in love with, but he really never thought he’d see him again.

You've Gotta Be Kitten Me by deepslowpanic

“Do you have any other tattoos or will this be your first? I don’t usually like to do something this big as a first tattoo.”

“Just one,” Yoongi says, “and it’s small.”

“Can I see?”

Nodding, Yoongi gets to his feet. Namjoon watches, confused, as Yoongi unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the waistband to - oh no.

Yoongi tugs down the waistband of his jeans to reveal his hip, smooth creamy skin, unblemished save for the little black tattoo there. A tattoo Namjoon would know anywhere. A tattoo Namjoon could trace in his sleep.

The little doodle of a cat stares back at him and Namjoon nearly passes out. There’s no mistake. Namjoon knows this tattoo. He saw it the night before, right on the hip of his favorite camboy.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Meant To Be (Together) by creambunkoo

Namjoon is weak for cute things in general, but most recently for the sweet cat hybrid at the adoption center he started visiting after accompanying Seokjin there one afternoon.

Namjoon isn't looking to adopt Jimin, but circumstances change. And it's nice having someone to spoil, to come home to, and to slowly - accidentally - develop feelings for.

You Blend Into My Favorite Color by deepslowpanic

“You might be surprised, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi says. “I’m sure there’s someone out there for you.”

Namjoon isn’t entirely convinced that he’s going to find this someone on Jack’d of all places, but he’s willing to give it a try.

-OR-

Ten years after his divorce, Namjoon finally feels ready to date again. He expects the dick pics, ab shots, and overall jerks on the dating app. What he doesn’t expect is Jimin.

Bonfire Bright by deepslowpanic

“Why are you so distracted?”

“I’m not,” Jimin insists.

Taehyung squints at him before glancing around. “Oh. I see.”

“You don’t see anything,” Jimin snaps.

“That’s Seokjin hyung’s roommate, Namjoon.”

“I didn’t ask,” Jimin responds, sniffing imperiously.

-OR-

Camping is not Jimin’s idea of fun. When he's roped into meeting Taehyung’s new boyfriend and his friends, Jimin is certain he won’t enjoy himself. But maybe it’s not all bad, when he notices someone hotter than the campfire.

Maybe We Can Work It Out by deepslowpanic

“Do you think you could lift me like the weights at the gym?” Jimin blurts.

There’s a beat of silence between them where Jimin wishes he could chew his own tongue off, and Namjoon stares at him in surprise. “Of course I can.”

Before Jimin can blink, Namjoon closes the distance between them. “What are you -” Jimin cuts off as Namjoon’s hands close around his waist and hoist him easily into the air.

Jimin’s brain short circuits as his feet leave the ground, eyes widening and locking with Namjoon’s. He can feel himself blushing now, mouth going dry as Namjoon effortlessly holds him aloft.

-OR-

It was a joke, just a random comment, not even serious. But now… Jimin can’t stop thinking about how Namjoon lifted him so easily, can’t help but imagine what else Namjoon could do with all that muscle.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Concluding Remarks by deepslowpanic

"Why are you doing this?" Yoongi whispers to himself as he wipes the fog from the mirror, watching his reflection solidify.

Dark marks litter his neck and collarbones, memories of hungry lips, desperate teeth. A brand on his skin that may as well spell out MISTAKE.

-OR-

It’s unhealthy, this thing they’re doing. They broke up for a reason. And yet… in the morning, when they inevitably wake up tangled together again, they’ll awkwardly laugh about how gone they were. They won’t talk about it, won’t address that it keeps happening. Seokjin will leave and Yoongi will take a shower and stare at the wall, forcing the bile back down his throat. Yoongi will happily pretend to be drunk, if it means he gets to keep Seokjin in his bed.

Where Flowers Bloom (part of the Fioritura series) by graciouskoo

Seokjin, lonely and recently divorced, learns that sometimes, happiness comes in the shape of a tiny fluffy dog named Holly. And then, it comes in the shape of one Min Yoongi.

As the saying goes, it's never too late for love.

Shifting Business by mangust_d

Seokjin is sure that Min Yoongi is harbouring an illicit cat in his home. Only the truth is much more magical than that.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin

A Certain Sense of Synergy by deepslowpanic

“I always thought you and Seokjinnie hyung would be the ones getting married,” Taehyung says casually, like it’s no big deal. “I figured you would end up together.”

“What?” Jimin stares, dumbfounded by this declaration.

Taehyung shrugs. “You guys are perfect for each other. You’re basically dating already aren’t you?”

Jimin thinks he should be freaking out, now should be the time when panic sets in. But it doesn’t, all Jimin feels is the sense of rightness in Taehyung’s words. Dating to exes to best friends to… whatever they are now. Maybe they should be together.

-OR-

They barely even dated, Jimin doesn’t feel like he can even call it a relationship. The breakup wasn’t even a breakup, just them moving seamlessly into being friends instead. And now, years later, things are easy and comfortable. But when the first of their friends get married, Jimin starts to see things, and Seokjin, in a new light.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

Some Kind of Harmony by deepslowpanic

“You did what?”

“Um,” Taehyung begins, “we might have… gotten married?”

“I didn’t even know you knew Yoongi?” Namjoon looks confused.

“Well, I didn’t, not before last night.”

“You got married to a complete stranger at my wedding?” Jimin looks like he’s about to scream.

Yoongi clears his throat. “I mean, not a complete stranger.”

“Right,” Taehyung agrees, “we had sex first.”

-OR-

Being best man at Jimin’s wedding was supposed to be simple, even if Taehyung was attending alone. When the ceremony pianist catches his eye, Taehyung can’t help but be drawn in. After a few bottles of champagne, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

No Time Like Now by deepslowpanic

“Date me,” Taehyung says, leaning forward.

“I don’t want to date you,” Yoongi replies with a laugh. “Definitely not you.”

“Not for real,” Taehyung insists. “Just to get everyone to leave us alone. We’ve already fucked, what else do we need?”

Yoongi thinks there’s probably a lot more that they need, but somehow this sounds almost reasonable.

-OR-

When his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, Yoongi reluctantly agrees. Yoongi is rigid. He values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. Spontaneous Taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. And maybe Yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.

Min Yoongi | Suga /Park Jimin

Teach me the way to your heart by deepslowpanic

“About last week,” Yoongi begins. “I really didn’t know it was your first kiss. I’m sorry if -”

“Actually,” Jimin cuts in, “that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh?” Yoongi prompts, fingers tightening around his cup.

Jimin steps a little closer, their toes nearly touching. “Hyung,” he starts, “you told me first times should be special. I want my first kiss to be special, you know, since we decided to pretend last week didn’t happen.” Jimin leans into him a little and Yoongi has nowhere to flee to. This Jimin, looking so self-assured, is not the blushing boy Yoongi kissed a week ago. “Maybe you could help me?”

-OR-

After taking Jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, Yoongi finds himself agreeing to help Jimin practice. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if Jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.

OT7 - Relationship

Vitamin D (series) by exarite (WIP)

It's a terrible fact of their world: pregnant omegas need a regular supply of alpha come or else they get sick.

It's a good thing Jungkook has such caring alpha hyungs to help him out.

A series that will hopefully span Jungkook's entire pregnancy. See content warnings and tags per installment, but in general, there will be descriptions of his pregnancy belly, growing tits/breasts, lactation, etc, and Jungkook's feelings about it, both positive and negative.

Tentatively jk harem, but may become jk-centric ot7.

young & pretty by feraljk (WIP)

jin was still young and pretty, but as he neared thirty, his value as a submissive had gone steadily downhill. first a prized pet and now a rented whore, he tried his best to numb himself to life, to accept the lot he had been thrown, to take what he was given and never, never hope for more.

but when another sub was thrown into his cage sobbing about being kidnapped, what he was given was no longer good enough.

or: jin and jungkook bond through trauma, and jin finds an eros who rekindles every fire he thought he'd never feel again

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

sweeter than sweet by exarite

"Namjoon," he hears, and he drags his gaze away from where he’s been struck dumb.

"Yes?" he says faintly. He meets Yoongi’s eyes and finds the other alpha raising an eyebrow at him.

"Can you please stop watching my mate breastfeed?"

Kim Namjoon has a specific set of kinks.

Jungkook and Yoongi indulge him.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Play You On Repeat by deepslowpanic (WIP)

“I can’t do this,” Yoongi says.

“You should think of this as an opportunity,” Hoseok says gently.

“Yoongi, you’re going to be fine,” Seokjin begins, much less gently. “Just calm down.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re going to have a great time.” Hoseok grins at him. “I guarantee it.”

How can Hoseok guarantee something like this? It’s impossible. Yoongi could be the one coming back with broken limbs or… or maybe just a broken heart.

-OR-

Yoongi has been in love with Jimin and Taehyung for years, never making a move for fear of ruining their relationship. When he’s dragged along to a music festival to “chaperone”, all of Yoongi’s carefully buried emotions are put to the test.

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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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