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The days were long, but Namjoon’s work was longer.
It was already 10:30pm, on a Friday, no less. Saturdays he tried to take for himself. Saturdays were for fun, for travelling and taking nice aesthetic pictures for their twitter. Saturdays were for sleeping in and waking up in the arms of one of the boys—it didn’t really matter who. Any one of the six was fine, any one as long as Namjoon didn’t end up alone at the end of the night.
Tonight, however, was not looking so good. Not good at all. Already 10:30 and the amount of work could have easily carried him through the night and to sunrise. And that was just music, much less answering texts and emails and trying to maintain a normal social life on top of it all.
Namjoon groaned. Dragged his hands down his face.
The computer monitor put itself to sleep. Oh. Had he really been sitting there, questioning his will to go on, for that long? Well, it wasn’t all that long. Namjoon had the monitor set to put itself to sleep after just 10 minutes. To save energy and all.
Still.
He wiggled the mouse, his bloodshot eyes dragging across the screen at the melody he’d been slaving over for hours, but not actually making much progress.
He shut the monitor off again without a second thought. He had to be real—he wasn’t getting anything done here. The music would be there tomorrow, no matter how loud it rung in his head all night. Plus, he could go home, change into his fluffy koya pajamas, have himself a drink and maybe find one of the other members to hang around with.
It sounded like a plan, he thought, texting one of the drivers to give him a ride back to the dorm.
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The dark dorm hallway was the only thing to greet Namjoon when he opened the door, though he’d called out a greeting anyway. He slipped off his shoes by the door and stopped to listen, taking stock of who and what was going on.
The living room and kitchen area were dark, only the distant city lights illuminating the space so late at night. Yoongi was probably still at the studio, or maybe hanging out with other friends. They were in one of their longer stints of breaks from official schedules, so it was always difficult to keep track of everyone during these times. Taehyung might have gone to visit his parents, he thought, and maybe Jin, too?
The dorm was certainly very empty, either way. The hallway leading to the bedrooms was a similar soft black, split open only by a dim line of light protruding from a cracked door. Jungkook’s door, his mind automatically supplied.
As he milled about the kitchen, leaving his empty reusable cup by the sink and cracking open a beer for himself, he could hear faint giggles and voices coming from the crack in the door. Obviously Jungkook was home and definitely Jimin, too. His laugh was unmistakable— it brought a warm smile to Namjoon’s face as he moved past the door and to his own room, his feet almost silent on the tile.
Half an hour later found Namjoon in his boxers and his beer bottle half empty. The sight of his bed rendered him far more exhausted than he thought he was and digging out his koya pajamas was just too much effort all of the sudden.
His buzzing mind refused to let him sleep, however, as he stared at the ceiling. His phone lay abandoned in his lap, kakaotalk open with a scant few of his unread messages answered. It was better than nothing, the small corner of self-care in his brain supplied, and he could get to more of them in the morning. He’d done enough, for now, so he could just scroll on his private twitter account until he nodded off with his phone in his hand.
“Joonie~ ” An airy, perhaps intoxicated voice had other plans, though.
“Jiminie?” he called, fully knowing exactly who was on the other side of the door.
Jimin took the answer in itself as invitation to come in, so he slid inside after cracking the door open just enough. His sleep shorts hung low on his hips as he walked, slinking over to Joon’s bed and crawling up in between his legs.
“How’re you, Joonie?” He sing-songed, stretching out the ‘ie’ as long as he could, his big brown eyes batting up at Namjoon. Who is an absolute sucker for those eyes, god.
Still, Jimin was easy to see through.
“You left Jungkook behind and came all the way here just to ask me that?” Namjoon countered, his head lolling to the side as he let himself indulge in the sparkle of Jimin’s slightly unfocused eyes.
“Nooooo~ “ He giggled, batting at Namjoon. “We were having some wine together, but wine makes Kookie tired. And Kookie wants to wake up early to go work out, so…”
He trailed off, letting Namjoon’s imagination fill in the rest. He was clearly a little more than tipsy—perhaps not tipsy enough to call himself ‘Diminie’, but enough to be frisky it seemed.
“So, you came here to keep me company?” Namjoon murmured, his voice rough yet soft from the long day. His hand wandered up Jimin’s shoulder and slipped underneath the neckline of his loose shirt, stroking the warm, bare skin underneath.
“Of course!” He exclaimed, flopping down across Joon’s thick thighs. “I love keeping hyung company and, plus, everyone else is gone…”
A blush spread across Namjoon’s cheeks. Jimin was so shameless in his implications—he could never be so blunt, even after living with the 6 other boys for so many years. “I-I don’t want to turn you down, Minnie, but it’s been a really long day. I don’t know how much…” He trailed off, too embarrassed to say more.
A pouty smile spread across Jimin’s lips, not at all deterred. “Aw, Joonie’s tired?” He cooed, picking up Namjoon’s larger hand in his small ones and gently caressing it. He turned Joon’s hand over and pressed a kiss to his palm before continuing. “Don’t worry baby, Jiminie will take care of you. Jiminie will do all the work.”
A miniscule nod was all Namjoon could manage, setting his phone aside in a blind clatter. Jimin gazing up at him from under soft eyelashes was suddenly all that mattered. Jimin shifted himself down the bed just enough to make room to spread Namjoon’s legs apart. He finally broke their gaze to look down at Joon’s briefs, spreading his hands across his thick, honey thighs as he lowered his head and began to mouth at his soft cock—
“Jimin-ah…! Wait…” Namjoon gasped and Jimin pulled off slowly, careful not to startle him more. He locked eyes with Joon again, but this time softer. Had he moved too fast? Jimin stayed silent, patient as Namjoon collected himself.
“Sorry, just…rather than your mouth, can you use your—” Namjoon cut himself off, clapping a hand over his mouth in embarrassment. He was never the most adept at communicating his wants, especially kinkier ones. Jimin was sure whatever Namjoon wanted was much tamer than some of the things he and Taehyung did, but he kept his opinions to himself.
“Can you…can you just use your hands?” Namjoon finally forced the words out and felt his chest deflate in relief. When Jimin didn’t react with disgust or surprise (of course he wouldn’t, Namjoon’s mind supplied, he loves you, he’d do anything for you), but with a coy smile, Namjoon continued. “And you don’t have to take my underwear off…I think it would be, uh, better with it on.” Or, he had a kink for clothed sex and wasn’t ready to translate that into words, Jimin thought. Or a kink for his small hands. Or both. It didn’t matter, but he liked hearing such a unique request from Joonie.
“Of course,” He didn’t hesitate to answer. His lips, still turned up in a smile, pressed a kiss just below Namjoon’s belly button and he delighted in the shiver that ran through the body below him. Even with a light touch, Joonie was so responsive.
Jimin repositioned himself to kneel between Namjoon’s thighs, then ran his hands down long, tanned legs to bend them at the knee, so Joon’s feet were flat against the sheets. “Aw, there you are, Joonie. All nice and on display for me.”
Namjoon groaned just at the tone of Jimin’s voice. Sugary sweet and just above a whisper—just enough to have a husky tone to it. Jimin was right; with his legs pulled up and spread apart the bulge of his cock was much more prominent through the fabric of his briefs. He barely contained another moan and let his hands flop out to his sides. As soon as Jimin touched him with those delicate, chubby little fairy hands, Joon thought, he might pass out.
“Tell me if you want more or less pressure, okay?” He said, leaning in close to Namjoon’s neck with his new leverage. His hands started by ghosting up either side of his groin, caressing the skin there but carefully avoiding his cock. Kisses were peppered across his neck as the hands swept up his chest and then down again, and finally came to rest on his bulge.
“O-okay,” he ground out. Just the presence of Jimin’s hands over his dick was driving him wild.
It was Jimin moaning this time, breathing deep against his neck as he lavished Joon with praise. “Good boy, Namjoonie. Good boy.” Namjoon could feel those plush lips smile against his skin. Something warm and arousing curled up in his stomach; something unfamiliar but not unwelcome.
His thoughts were violently pulled away from the warm fuzzies in his stomach by Jimin’s thumbs starting to move. While the other four of his fingers rested outwards against his skin, both his thumbs began stroking little arcs, up and out, across his cock. At some point between a minute ago and now he’d gone from soft to half hard, and he could feel himself rapidly swelling under Jimin’s fingers. The gentle touch of his thumbs had him whimpering for more.
“Thank you for trusting me to try this with you, hyung,” Jimin purred, his pointer fingers drawing a little heart around the head of Joon’s cock and then gliding down his entire length. “You can trust Jiminie to try anything with you, okay? I’ll never judge you. And I trust you the same way.” He finished with a smile, inverting one hand so his knuckles could gently stroke up and down the length of Joon’s arousal.
Namjoon whined, high and desperate, at such honest words. Between them and the hands on his cock, he didn’t have the power to process and respond with words.
“It’s alright, you don’t have to talk. But I’ll keep talking, if that’s okay with you,” his fingers traced random swirls down Namjoon’s cock as he spoke. Joon managed a small nod in response, his eyes glued to Jimin’s hands.
“You’re so big, Joonie, look at you,” he complimented, one hand cupping and squeezing his thick cock. His length extended well past Jimin’s small hand and his girth was nothing to sneeze at, either. When Jimin wrapped his entire hand around Namjoon’s cock his thumb and middle finger just barely touched. “How does it even fit inside me and Yoongi-hyung when you fuck us? And Hobi-hyung, you know how sensitive he is. We love it when you stuff us full with your fat cock, Joonie, we do.”
His words were the last thing Namjoon expected. With Jimin’s fingers already wrapped around his cock, squeezing him in a way that shouldn’t have been arousing but was, those words sent Namjoon hurtling towards the edge of orgasm. He was unashamedly hard under Jimin’s touch and when he looked down again—when did he throw his head back in the first place?—and his eyes zeroed in on the little wet spot at the tip of his cock. Precum was beginning to leak through his briefs.
“Oh, do you like that?” Jimin asked, his voice pitched high with feigned innocence. As if he didn’t already know, Namjoon thought as a deep blush spread across his face. “Does Joonie like it when I talk about his big cock wrecking us?”
To Jimin’s surprise Namjoon nodded in affirmation, a hand over his mouth as he exhaled with a shuddering whine. Good, Jimin thought, because he liked it when he knew that his babies were enjoying themselves—and they were all his babies if he was topping.
Next, Jimin’s fingers circled down to his balls. He just held them in one hand, at first, kneading them and appreciating their weight. His index and middle finger slipped down to massage Namjoon’s perineum, which very much caught him by surprise. The gentle massaging tore through his body, Joon’s hand flying off his mouth to grab the sheets. His hips canted up and back against Jimin’s hand, desperate for something to rut against. His leaking cock only met air, though, as Jimin withdrew his fingers with a giggle.
“Wow, that’s gonna make Joonie come, isn’t it? Gonna come in your shorts like a good little boy?”
Again, Jimin was pleasantly surprised when Namjoon bit his lip, sucked in a breath and nodded with a soft ‘uh-huh’. His hair was wilting with the heat radiating off his body, dark strands splaying across his forehead. The blush from before spread like a wildfire across Namjoon’s tanned neck and chest while his lungs heaved with what was to come. It was so rare to see him like this, Jimin thought, such a special treat.
Jimin watched as he kept thrusting his hips up against the air—an unconscious motion now, with how wrecked Joonie looked—and thought about how to wrap this up. Not that he couldn’t drag it on for a good twenty, thirty minutes, but he didn’t want to overwhelm Namjoon. Plus, if he couldn’t hold on and came early he’d be embarrassed. They couldn’t have that.
Ever so gently he let go of Joon’s balls and crouched down, pressing the lightest kiss he could manage right under the head of his cock. The pads of his fingertips tapped uneven dots into his inner thighs. The boy whined, his toes curling against the sheets as he squirmed. God, he wanted so bad to come, and Jimin held the key to release in his hands.
As he sat back up his hands travelled back to Joon’s cock, still tapping a random, uneven rhythm into his arousal. He felt like one of those youtubers in an ASMR video, just tapping away without any plans. Except Jimin did have plans, very specific ones.
“Can you tell me how you want to come?” He asked, a gentle prodding in his voice.
It took Namjoon a moment to summon his voice, long enough that Jimin worried he wasn’t ready to communicate verbally. But slowly Namjoon pried his eyes open and fixed them on Jimin, and then willed his body to stop shaking so much before opening his mouth.
“Y-your…your fingers…” he murmured.
“Oh? But I’ve been teasing you with my fingers this whole time?”
“No, Minnie…” he whined, wiggling his hips to soothe himself as he tried to put together words. “Your pinky, Minnie. Your pinky!” He said, wetness beginning to gather in his eyes.
Ah, that…. made a lot of sense actually. It was a running joke among all of them how tiny his pinkies were compared to the rest of them. If Namjoon had a kink for his hands, then the cutest of all his fingers was a fitting finale.
“Oh, you mean this one?” He asked, running the backside of his pinky feather light up and down Joon’s cock. Namjoon moaned, loud and guttural this time, and Jimin was pretty sure he saw the boy’s cock twitch in his shorts. Oh, he was closer than he thought.
“It’s okay, Namjoonie. You can let go,” he taunted, using his other pinky to swirl around the wet spot surrounding Joon’s leaking tip in his briefs. “C’mon, Namjoonie-hyung, show me how much you like my little hands on your big, fat cock.” He brought both pinkies together right at the head of Namjoon’s cock, traced around it slowly before going down, down, down, moving his pinkies in little waves as he moved down his shaft.
His hand slipped under Joon’s balls again without a word. Between the way Namjoon was moaning with abandon and canting his hips up, Jimin doubted he noticed. Gently, he stroked his perineum with one pinky while the other continued teasing his cock. “Can you feel that, Joonie? Can you feel my little pinky teasing you all the way on the inside of your—”
He couldn’t even finish his thought before Namjoon’s body convulsed, his cock visibly twitching in his shorts as he spilled cum under the fabric of his briefs. The wetness spread and spilled down his cock while Namjoon keened, babbles spilling past his lips.
“Please, please don’t stop Minnie. Oh my go—please don’t—ah-ah-ah!”
Jimin couldn’t dream of it, pressing his pinky harder into Namjoon’s body as his other continued stroking his pulsing cock. He watched, fascinated, as milky cum was pushed past the fabric, pooling at the dip where Joon’s cock was pressed against his lower belly.
After Namjoon stopped shaking with release Jimin started to back off with the intense stimulation. He took his time weaning Namjoon off the touch, first smoothing over his perineum with gentle, slow touches and then lightening his touches on Namjoon’s spent cock until his body began to relax and unfurl post-orgasm.
The moment their eyes met after Namjoon finally drifted back to the surface, though, Jimin surged forward.
Namjoon, though spent and pliant, reciprocated as much as he could when Jimin pressed their lips together. Still wound up on arousal, Jimin took the lead and slipped his tongue into Namjoon’s mouth with little resistance. They remained that was for a few moments, Joon’s fingers drifting up to Jimin’s hair while they traded open-mouthed kisses.
Desperate to touch himself, Jimin pushed down his sleep shorts—having forgone underwear out of convenience—and wrapped his own hand around his cock while they enjoyed the familiar taste of each other’s lips. It didn’t take long for Namjoon to notice, who then broke their kiss briefly to pull a small bottle of lube out of his bedside drawer.
“Thanks,” Jimin mumbled, pressing one more kiss to the corner of Joon’s mouth as he fumbled with the cap for a moment. He groaned, relieved, when the cool gel touched his cock, soon spread generously by his hand for a much more pleasurable glide.
“Talk to me, Jiminie,” Namjoon said, motioning to Jimin’s cock, red with pent up arousal. “You kinda…indulged me tonight, right? Can I help indulge you?”
“Hmmm…” he thought, running just his fingertips over his own cock to tease himself. “I want to say thank you in advance for indulging me, but I’m sorry if this is predictable.”
“Hm?”
“Can I…can I come on your tits, Namjoonie-hyung?” He asked, a blush beginning to spread down his own body.
Namjoon couldn’t say he wasn’t curious. His chest or his…tiddies had become kind of a thing among the members.
Namjoon didn’t know who started it, but he was pretty sure it was ARMY.
“If-If that’s what you want, Jiminie,” he murmured, a lovestruck smile spreading across his lips. He couldn’t help it—though it had come from a joke, he felt that warmness from before curl in his belly. The way his boyfriends loved his body, no matter how different they all were…it made him happier than he could express.
After Jimin disposed of his shorts and a brief rearrangement of limbs Jimin proudly sat upon Namjoon’s belly, his knees on either side of his hyung as to not put all his weight on him.
“Am I gonna look pretty covered in your cum, Jimin-ah?” Namjoon asked, his eyes sparkling as he gazed up at Jimin. He’d never done this position with anyone before, but decided the view was amazing. It felt…safe, to be so submissive. Namjoon liked it.
“Of course you are, Joonie-hyung. You look pretty in anything,” Jimin cooed, stroking his cock with a little more intent. “Or nothing.”
Namjoon smiled, his teeth just barely showing through his kiss swollen lips as moved to help Jimin with his arousal. His hand was waved away, though.
“Can you just…hold me?” Jimin asked, bordering on bashful. “Namjoonie-hyung loves my hands, but I love Namjoonie’s hands, too,” he said, unable to wipe the love drunk smile off his face.
Namjoon hesitated for a second, taking in Jimin’s confession, then returned the smile. “Yeah, of course.”
His hands fumbled around for a moment, moving from Jimin’s thighs, to his waist, then finally settling on his ass. Joon was never the best at these sorts of things; he always ended up being a little awkward, a little unsure, but…but that was the best thing about their relationship. If they were all patient and communicated with each other they would figure it out in the end. Namjoon had faith in that.
“You okay?” Jimin’s voice and the wet glide of lube against skin brought him back out of his head. Oh, his hands had been unconsciously kneading Jimin’s ass. At least it wasn’t unusual given the situation. “I’m glad you’re enjoying my ass,” he said with a giggle.
Namjoon laughed in return, squeezing the plump ass under his hands with a little more intent. “Yeah, hard not to.”
Once he really got into stroking his cock, it didn’t seem like Jimin was going to last very long. Namjoon didn’t completely understand what Jimin got out of staring at his chest, but if it made him happy that was enough for Namjoon. After a few strokes Jimin pitched forward, his other hand landing squarely on one of Joon’s pecs and squeezing as he moaned.
Oh. That was a feeling. Joon was starting to like this kink, if only for what he got out of it. Having just one side fondled didn’t feel right, though, so moved one of his own hands up to squeeze the other pec—
Which Jimin very quickly shut down.
“Joonie-hyung likes it more than he thought, huh?” He teased, his voice high and desperate with arousal. Jimin brushed Namjoon’s hand away and replaced it with his own, forcing him to grind his cock into the soft skin just below Namjoon’s chest. “Jiminie likes it, too, Jiminie will show Namjoonie how beautiful he is. Namjoonie—ah-ah!”
Words escaped him as he thrust desperately, both hands fondling and teasing Namjoon’s nipples until he finally found his release, gasping in ecstasy. Cum shot across Namjoon’s chest, decorating his tits in a creamy white as Jimin continued to rut against him. He didn’t let up until he was spent, streaks and drops of cum adorning Namjoon from his neck to his upper belly.
Jimin groaned as he finally relaxed, stretching his legs out alongside Namjoon’s as he pressed their chests together. It was…sticky, to say the least, but Jimin’s gentle lips against his made him forget all about it.
They stayed like that, pressed intimately together until the cooling cum and lube became too much of a bother. Jimin was the first to pry himself away from the bed, trotting over to Namjoon’s bathroom to run warm water over two washcloths. Namjoon sat up, examining his rumpled sheets and sticky underwear. He quickly rid himself of the latter, wiping down his soft cock with the warm cloth Jimin offered.
Well, at least they managed to keep it off the sheets, he supposed.
“Were you gonna head back to your room, or…?” Namjoon asked, not wanting to be pushy.
Jimin, his hair mussed but his face glowing as bright as his smile, just tossed him a look and collapsed down on Namjoon’s bed, making himself at home in the already warm sheets. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he answered, opening his arms for Namjoon to climb in next to him.