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Dating Min Yoongi was an experience.
Before dating, Jimin was aware about how different dating him would be from dating a normal person, but still he agreed because how on earth was he going to reject him? He wasn’t dumb. Min Yoongi was a member of a popular group called Bangtan, formed by 6 members and Jimin was lucky enough to date him.
Dating Min Yoongi meant that they couldn’t be seen in public together, but to be honest Jimin loved the private dates they both had, like having diner inside his small studio surrounded by nothing else but music, or the cheesy and improvised dances in the dance studio with the two of them formally dressed as if going to a wedding. Dating Min Yoongi meant video calls at three in the morning because he was on tour and Jimin missed him.
Dating him was the most wonderful and strange experience in Jimin’s life, and the thing was, the things mentioned before? Those weren’t the strangest.
One day Jimin was at Yoongi’s studio because he decided to be a good boyfriend and brought him food. What had started as a normal meal, ended up in a heated make out session with Jimin straddling him and Yoongi holding him in place with his hands over his hips. Min Yoongi kissed the same way he rapped, quickly, dominating and without a trace of uncertainty. Just as he always did during his performance, it took Jimin’s breath away.
Jimin was getting excited because of the kiss, he had missed his boyfriend since he was out working, promoting his new album and just in overall being an idol. Jimin had spent days missing him and imagining what it would be like to have him back and to feel his hands over him. Jimin started to buck his hips against him to relieve some of the pressure on his crotch, and that’s when Yoongi stopped him.
“Baby.” He said and Jimin deflated in front of his eyes. “I’m not in the mood.”
Jimin knew the meaning of that phrase.
Before they started dating, Yoongi warned him about his asexuality, or some form for asexuality anyway. He confessed to Jimin that he didn’t care about sex and could spend months (or years) without even fantasizing about the idea of having it, or even touch his own dick. He had warned Jimin because he didn’t want him to start a relationship with him just to be disappointed later. Jimin didn’t care about that, he loved him for him and not for his cock. That was some years ago when Jimin’s sexual appetite hadn’t awaken yet. But now, it was torturous.
It's not that Jimin was a sex addict, don’t get him wrong. But his sexual appetite was definitely stronger that the average joe.
Nonetheless Yoongi always cared about Jimin, and since the younger was extremely needy Yoongi more than once ended up using a dildo on Jimin to satisfy him, but that always ended up with Jimin moody because he hated to force Yoongi to do something he didn’t enjoy, even if Yoongi volunteered. After trying that path for a couple of months Jimin decided to deal with his needs on his own, but that was starting to become old as well.
Jimin never expressed those thoughts to his boyfriend, he loved him a lot to be petty just because he couldn’t make Jimin cum, but Jimin could tell that Yoongi figured it out by looking at his face every time he rejected Jimin’s advances.
“I’m sorry.” Yoongi said brushing the younger’s hair behind his ear.
“Don’t. I’m the one who is sorry.” Jimin said pushing away from Yoongi to seat on another chair, the farthest away from him the faster he could cool down. “I’m sorry, I can’t help to be turned on by you. You have an amazing tongue.”
Yoongi chuckled embarrassed brushing his hair out of his face. Jimin loved to make him feel embarrassed, since it gave him the idea that even in those moments, he still liked him and turned shy with his flirting.
“You’re just looking for trouble.” He sighed and stared at Jimin.
“I’m always looking for trouble hyung.” Jimin winked and Yoongi laughed out loud. But quickly turned serious again.
“But I’m really sorry, if you just want to kiss and cuddle, I’m all up for it.”
On another day Jimin would’ve accepted, because cuddling with his boyfriend was the best thing in the world, but today he wasn’t in the mood. He missed being close to him, but the physical contact was turning his imagination into lascivious thoughts. Jimin hated himself for not accepting, but if he didn’t take care of himself, he would be grumpy for the rest of the day, and no one liked Jimin when grumpy. Damn his sexual appetite for getting between his boyfriend and him.
“I better let you work.” Jimin said and walked towards Yoongi to place a quick and smooth kiss on his lips. “I love you; I do.”
“I know, and I love you too.” Yoongi smiled making Jimin feel warm inside. Yes, Jimin knew he did, if all the songs he had written for him were anything to go by.
“I’ll be leaving now.” The younger said and headed to the door but then Yoongi grabbed his arm stopping him on his way out. Jimin turned towards him arching a brow. Yoongi seemed…nervous.
“Or we could solve your problem in another way.” Yoongi started saying and Jimin hated the way his heart started beating fast with that sentence.
“I’m listening.”
“You can say no.” Yoongi said not looking at him which was the way Jimin knew he was scared to propose his idea.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to hyung.” Jimin said trying to relax him, he didn’t want to push him to do something he didn’t want. “I’m okay taking care of it alone, I’m a big boy.”
“I know you are.” He smiled sweetly and then sighed. “You may want to seat for this.”
Jimin did as he said, more curious now about what the suggestion could be. Maybe he found a new toy for Jimin? Or maybe he was willing to try one of Jimin’s kinks in order to help him cum faster? Whatever it was, Jimin was willing to listen. Yoongi turned his chair towards the younger and started talking, scratching his head.
“You know me and the guys are really close.” Jimin nodded. “I’ve known them for years and I trust them more than anyone in this world, aside from you, of course.” He added sheepishly and Jimin giggled. “We have shared a lot in this life, bad things, good things and horrible things too.”
“I know you love them a lot.” Jimin said confused by his words, not knowing where this was going.
“What I’m trying to say is, that I will do anything for them if that makes them happy.”
“And I love you for that. But I don’t know what that have to do with me.”
“I’m trying not to makes this sound weird, but I think it’s impossible not to.” Yoongi responded exasperated, and Jimin knew to wait for him to continue. “You know I’m the only one with a partner out of all of us.” Jimin nodded. “And they aren’t allowed to have one, you’re the exception because I have known you for longer, before we even debuted.” Jimin nodded again, they were lucky for that. “And that means they have no one to help them with their needs.”
“So, what you’re trying to tell me is that I should ask them how they relieve themselves?” Jimin didn’t understand him, at all, but if they knew a good way to have an orgasm without needing another person Jimin wasn’t afraid to ask, he knew them for long enough that those questions wouldn’t be embarrassing.
“No.” Yoongi breathed. “You can say no baby, but what I’m trying to say is that maybe you can help each other out.”
There was silence for a whole minute where Jimin was trying to process. Did he meant what he thought he meant? Did he meant sleeping with the guys? With Namjoon? Or Jin? Or Jungkook?
“Don’t panic!” Yoongi said when Jimin was about to panic. “I know it sounds weird but if it helps you and it helps them, why not?”
“You want me to fuck your friends?”
“They will be doing the fucking, but yes.”
“Are you insane?”
“I know, I know, this idea is insane and stupid.” He stood up and started pacing his small studio. “But I hate not being able to do what you need me to do, I hate to leave you turned on and not being able to please you like you deserve.” He went back to Jimin, desperation in his eyes. “And I hate to see my friends suffer because they can’t have someone to be with, and I feel so guilty that I’m the one who can and I’m throwing away my shot.”
“There’s nothing to be guilty about. It’s not your fault you don’t like sex, and it’s not your fault that the company is not letting them have a partner.”
“I know, I know, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You think about me having sex with someone else?” Jimin was speechless, in which world a boyfriend would be content and even excited with that idea?
“Do you love them?” he asked seriously stopping his frantic pacing.
“Yes, I do. You know I do, but not that way, not like I love you.”
“And they love you, they care so much for you it makes my heart swell.” Yoongi started and grabbed Jimin’s hands. “I won’t be jealous, I know you wouldn’t change me for them, I trust you and I trust them.”
“I don’t know what to say. This is insane. I’ve never been with another man in my life, and you want me to fuck the rest of your band? Like a prostitute or something?”
“Never like a prostitute!” He immediately interrupted him staring right into his eyes. “Never like that. If they don’t treat you with the respect you deserve, they are done. And it doesn’t have to be all of them, just the one you feel more comfortable with.”
“Do they know about this?”
“No. I wanted to tell you first.” He answered but after a couple of seconds added “Although, I know they won’t be opposed to the idea. I know they find you attractive.”
It was Jimin’s turn to be shy. He knew the guys sometimes looked at him in a suggestive way, especially some mornings when he left Yoongi’s room wearing only one of his shirts and one of the guys found him on their kitchen. Or those times they saw him in nothing but a swimsuit. Jimin wasn’t blind, and they weren’t either, but there was always a barrier in front of them because Jimin was Yoongi’s boyfriend, and it was prohibited. But what if that barrier was broken?
Jimin entertained the idea for a second. He could have Hoseok thrusting those damn hips against him, or have Jin’s body at his mercy, he could finally experience everything Namjoon had always bragged about. Jimin hated how those thoughts placed a warm feeling on his stomach. Fuck, was it wrong to fantasy about them?
“I think I’m going crazy even entertaining the idea.” Jimin breathed and Yoongi laughed.
“You’re not crazy, I’m the one who suggested it. Will you consider it?”
“I, yeah, I think I can think more about it.” Yoongi smiled content, which was super weird, but Jimin have always known what kind of weirdo he had chosen as a boyfriend. “But how would it work? Is not as if I can just show up at their room and you know, do it.”
“I would be the one arranging it.” He said, “And I could be there as well, to supervise they treat you right.” He added which made Jimin think he had given it a lot of thought already.
Jimin’s boyfriend wasn't the kind of person who acted recklessly, he had planned it all inside of his head before bringing him the idea. Jimin knew Yoongi didn’t get turned on easily, but he couldn’t help but imagine his boyfriend laying on bed, a hand lazily stroking his dick just because it felt nice while picturing Jimin being taken by Namjoon in the same room as him. Jimin moaning Yoongi’s name while Namjoon pushed just right to make his toes curl.
“Ok, this is too much for me.” Jimin finally said standing up shaking the image from his head. “But I promise I’ll think about it.”
“Good, let me know, ok? You don’t have to take care of yourself alone just because your boyfriend is broken.”
“How can you be broken when you’re the best person in this entire world?” the blonde reminded him kissing him again feeling him smile on the kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” He answered and those were Jimin’s favourite words in the whole world.
Jimin was insane for doing this.
A week had passed since the talk with Yoongi and even though he had thought about it, he didn’t text Yoongi about accepting because it would be completely weird to have sex with one of the boys, right? Jimin knew them since before they debuted, he used to sit in their practice room filming them with his phone and laughing every time they made a mistake. He screamed along the fans in many concerts and then mocked them behind the stage because of a cheesy end ment.
But then Jimin was alone on his apartment browsing the internet and suddenly ended up watching sexy compilations of the guys. He used to laugh while watching them, and only got turned on with the ones where Yoongi was the protagonist, but now he couldn’t help but feel excited when he saw Taehyung bite his lips or Hoseok hip thrust the air. He even got turned on watching a gif of Jungkook eating ramen that looked almost as if he was eating someone out. Jimin was fucked, or not fucked enough, needing to feel something between his legs.
That’s how he ended up texting Yoongi accepting, Yoongi was thrilled and immediately arranged everything. Jimin had chosen Namjoon because he seemed the most experienced out of all of them, and the most responsible and professional. Besides, he always made Jimin feel comfortable with his dimpled smile and his deep voice. Yoongi offered to be there, but Jimin thought it would be too weird, if that was even possible.
So, there he was now, outside of Namjoon music studio just a couple of doors away from Yoongi’s. Jimin was familiar with this building but never had expected to be outside Namjoon’s door waiting to have sex. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
His studio was as small as Yoongi's, but his had a bunch of figurines and his computer was turned off, contrary to Yoongi’s which was always on with some background music. Namjoon was sitting, a shy smile on his face. This was awkward, Jimin decided, regretting to do this immediately.
“Hi.”
“Come in.”
They both said at the same time and then laughed awkwardly.
“Please, come in.” Namjoon said sweetly.
“This is weird, isn’t it?” Jimin inquired stepping inside quickly, as if he was doing something illicit like cheating.
“When Yoongi told me, I thought he was joking.” He massaged his neck.
“I didn’t think I was going to accept.” Jimin said feeling more awkward now that they were alone in a closed room.
“Why did you do it?” he inquired and his way of speaking almost sounded as if he was talking about anything else than having sex.
“I’m horny, I guess.” He mumbled completely red, and Namjoon coughed.
“I forgot how upfront you are when talking.”
“Why did you accept?” it was only natural to be curious.
“I’m as horny as you, I’m human after all.” He tried to play it out cool but was red as Jimin, his cute cheeks completely warm. “And you’re hot. But you already know that.”
“Well, I do not know that.”
“Oh come on, you are like the hottest boy in the world.” He laughed deeply sending chills to Jimin’s body. “When hyung told me I could have an opportunity with you, I didn’t have to think it twice.” He must have seen the surprise in the younger’s face because he continued. “But that doesn’t mean I’m in love with you or would want you to break up with hyung, just that I’m attracted to you. That’s all.”
“Do you have something to drink?” Jimin wondered and Namjoon laughed taking a bottle of whiskey he had over his desk, serving two cups immediately.
“I knew we might need some of this.”
“Thank you” Jimin received the glass and drank it in one go, Namjoon raised an eyebrow but followed him.
He knew Namjoon was attracted to him, but it was a completely different thing to hear it out loud. Namjoon was, well, almost like a sex god. He was ridiculously attractive with tan skin and an irresistible smile, and to think someone like him thought Jimin was hot was insane. Jimin was already lucky to have someone like Yoongi, but two?
Jimin and Yoongi had known each other for a long time, way before he started his training with Bangtan, and Jimin remembered the first day Yoongi talked about the rest of the guys. The first one was Namjoon, and the moment Jimin saw a photo of him cutely smiling with his dimples out he knew he was going to be a really good-looking guy in the future, and he was. Having him sit in front of Jimin was never a big deal, Jimin was used to have deep talks with him and hearing him talk about his lyrics was always entertaining, but now he felt like a teenager again in front of a very hot guy, who was thinking about fucking him.
Suddenly Jimin started to notice how big Namjoon was, compared to Yoongi. Broad chest, strong thighs, and muscular arms. Jimin wondered if his dick was big too.
“So, should we just…you know?” he tried to say attempting to delete the weird thoughts of his head.
“Get off together?” Namjoon smiled.
“Isn’t this weird?” he lamented burying his face in his hands. “To fuck your best friend’s boyfriend?”
“More like a fantasy.” He admitted licking his lips and Jimin had to press his thighs together imagining Namjoon’s tongue elsewhere. He had Yoongi to blame for how horny Jimin was.
“You have fantasies about me?”
“I used to, a lot, before you got with Yoongi and became out of limits.”
“What happened in those fantasies?”
“I could show you.” He started and Jimin could hear the excitement on his voice, and if Jimin was honest with himself he was as excited as him, so he ended up nodding.
Namjoon made space for him on the sofa stretching his legs and patting the space between them, the air between suddenly electric. It had been so long since Jimin had felt hands over him in a sexual way, and he was craving the touch. Jimin sat and Namjoon moved a little, so his back was against his chest. Jimin felt tiny between Namjoon, and it was a good feeling.
They were just sitting, Jimin waiting for the older one to start this, the anticipation bringing tingles to his skin.
Namjoon then placed his large hands on his back and Jimin felt his nipples harden at the sensation, his hands were different from yoongi, bigger. Jimin looked down and could see his nipples poking through his thin shirt.
Yoongi had picked Jimin’s outfit for today, very much excited at the prospect of Jimin being taken care of. He had decided to go with a cute white shirt with a deep v neck that was almost transparent. Yoongi loved it because it made Jimin shy, and assured him that Namjoon would love to see Jimin’s body through it, since Jimin wasn’t comfortable getting completely naked just yet.
“You are very responsive.” Namjoon chuckled when Jimin groaned.
The rapper slowly rubbed and kneaded his back, his touch brought images of him to the front of his mind, like the way he looked on stage, or the way he could bring a girl down with just a look and a tilt of his head. Jimin closed his eyes and gave in to the pleasure he was receiving. And as he did so, he felt himself growing wet, embarrassedly so.
“Your fantasies included massaging me?” Jimin couldn’t help but joke a little and Namjoon laughed.
“Just the beginning.” He whispered.
Namjoon moved his legs closer to him so they could be connected and touching everywhere, trapping him. Jimin longed for him to explore further so started to arch his back like a cat begging to be touched, his hips thrusting involuntarily as his body begged for more. Seemingly unaware of what Jimin was doing, Namjoon began to gently massage his chest pinching his nipples. He was getting wetter, and the mere thought of knowing that it wasn’t yoongi might have to do with it.
Namjoon then slipped his hands under his shirt. Jimin stifled a moan and heard groaning on his ear. Jimin was pleased with how Namjoon’s hands could cover his chest completely almost as if he was a doll made just to please Namjoon.
Jimin wanted to feel if Namjoon was hard for him, so he shifted slightly backwards and found that he was. When he felt his cock, hard as a rock pressed up against his back, he felt an instant gush of wetness. His pussy seemed to be begging for his shaft to slide right in.
“Fuck.” He moaned.
“I’ve always wanted to feel you.” He said massaging his nipples in a relentless pace. “You are as perfect as I always dreamt.”
His words were making him delirious, he loved feeling desired. Jimin moved his hands to his upper thighs, bracing himself to slowly grind up against him. He seemed unable to help himself at this point, forgetting his inhibitions at once. The teasing was agony, and he could hear the rapper’s breath heavy and hot on his neck.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I’m so jealous of hyung.”
“I’m yours today.” He heard himself saying and received a moan for that.
This was too much to bear. God he wanted him so bad it set his whole body on fire. He reached down the front of his shorts and began rubbing himself through his soaking wet pantie, needy whimpers leaving his spit coated lips. As he did so, he felt Namjoon’s cock twitch a little, Namjoon had a perfect view of Jimin pleasuring himself so instinctively Jimin reached behind with his other hand and began stroking him through his pants. His hips thrusted forward in response, and Jimin heard him start to breathe heavier as he pressed himself closer to him.
“Don’t stop baby boy.” He said and Jimin moaned at the pet name. “Mmm, you like that? You like me to call you a baby boy?”
It was embarrassing but he nodded in agreement. Yoongi didn’t like to call him that, although he sometimes did when Jimin was feeling extra needy because knew he liked it. But Namjoon was doing it because he wanted and that was a thousand times better.
“Look how hard you make me baby boy.” He grunted and Jimin gasped.
At this point he wanted so much more, but wasn’t sure how far he dared to go, he had permission from both Yoongi and Namjoon, but it’s still made him self-conscious. He imagined being pinned roughly against the wall by him, taken from behind, Namjoon repeatedly thrusting his hard cock into his dripping lips. He knew that Namjoon could be as rough as he wanted. He also thought about tasting him, he barely sucked Yoongi’s cock since he didn’t get anything from that and he imagined how receptive Namjoon could be. He licked his lips at the thought of his delicious cum.
Fuck, he wanted to take him in his mouth and suck him, licking all over and not wasting a single sweet drop.
Maybe that they could do. Jimin wasn’t completely ready to have sex with another man, but maybe a blow job was good. He moved a little around to be half facing him.
“I don’t know if I’m willing to let you fuck me yet.” He said and Namjoon nodded, understanding on his features. “But, we can try something else.” He bit his lip and saw his eyes following his lips. “I want to taste you.”
“Fuck.” He moaned dropping his head against the couch. He felt his cock twitch and grow more excited at the prospect of sucking him. “Please, I’d love you if you do that.”
Jimin giggled at his response, this time being the first time someone was excited to have his mouth on his dick. He laid on the sofa and Namjoon crawled over him, kneeling, leaving his thighs on both sides of Jimin’s head. Jimin helped him remove his jeans and boxers and stared for a few seconds. Namjoon was bigger than Yoongi, way bigger and that only made his mouth water. He positioned himself in front of the hard cock and took him with one hand, relishing in the hardness.
Namjoon moaned his name encouraging him to keep going. Again, he felt the familiar wetness coating his now soaked panties as Jimin was able to put him in his mouth. God, he tasted just as incredible as he imagined. He tried to fit as much as he could in his mouth and throat, covering the rest of his massive shaft with his hand. Sucking and stroking at the same time, he felt it pulse with desperate eagerness.
“You look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock baby.” Namjoon groaned and Jimin moaned at the dirty words. “You’d look even prettier with your wet pussy around it, but I’m not complaining. This is perfect.”
The mention of his pussy made him remember it and he pressed his thighs together trying to relieve some tension. Namjoon seemed to notice and reached down the front of his shorts moving his sopping panties to the side. His fingers slipped inside almost of their own accord, and he began massaging inside, matching his rhythm. Jimin moaned around his member, thanking God for Namjoon’s long limbs.
“You’re so wet for me baby.” He said rubbing hard. “Tell me you will let me fuck you one day.”
He couldn’t respond, too busy sucking him off and enjoying his fingers, but now he was on board with that idea.
As much as they both wanted it to last forever, Jimin was hyper aware of how long It had been since the last time he and Yoongi had sex. Namjoon’s now creamy fingers pulled out but began frantically rubbing his clit. In response to this new level of pleasure, Jimin took even more of him into his mouth, greedily taking him deeper and deeper down his throat.
"Fuck, you’re good. Shit, I’m going to cum.” he breathed.
“Mmm hmm” he moaned hungrily with the hard cock still in his mouth, pride burning on his lower stomach.
He had practiced with Yoongi, when they were still trying sex, thinking it could “fix” Yoongi. Because of Yoongi’s low sexual appetite Jimin could spend a long time nursing the cock on his mouth. Apparently, it didn’t require that much to make Namjoon feel good.
And then he tasted it. His sweet, sweet cum coating the back of his throat. Namjoon’s hand quickened his pace, the squelching sound louder now that Jimin wasn’t concentrating on sucking. Jimin let himself go and came at the same time, stars exploding against his eyelids relishing on his first real orgasm in what seemed like months. Namjoon’s pace slowed, lazily riding his orgasm as well with a loud moan. Jimin stroked him a few more times, , kitten licks gathering the last drops.
“Fuck.” Namjoon breathed finally taking his fingers away. “Fuck. I’ve never cum so much.”
“You’re welcome.” He giggled followed by the rapper.
“Thank you.” He smiled lowering down towards him until they were eye-level. “And I have to thank hyung as well.”
“I’ll thank him for the two of us.” He decided, knowing it probably was going to be awkward as hell, but necessarily.
They both sighed and relaxed changing positions so Namjoon could spoon him, Jimin closing his eyes for a few moments, recovering his breath, and slowing his racing heart. Namjoon started playing with his hair and he almost purred at the sensation, still high from his orgasm. This was good, he decided, Jimin wasn’t suddenly in love with Namjoon, he still loved Yoongi way too much, but it was good to be satisfied, finally.
“So...” Namjoon dragged the word and Jimin raised his head to pay attention to him. “This won’t be a one-time thing, right?” he licked his lips nervously. “Not that I’d be mad if you decide it is, but I just want you to know that I would love to do this again, and even take a step further if you’re comfortable.”
Jimin kissed his cheek, right where he knew his dimples showed and smiled at him sweetly.
“I’m up for it.” He said and felt him relax. “Yoongi will let you know.”
“Good.” He said smiling fully showing his dimples. “’Till the next time, baby.”