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There’s a knock on his studio’s door then a hesitant “Hyung?”
Jimin.
“Come in,” he yells loud enough so that Jimin will hear him.
The door creaks open, and Namjoon spins around in his chair and takes his headphones off.
Jimin greets him with a pretty smile, and he’s wearing a black shirt and sweatpants.
Without a second thought, he walks over to Namjoon and makes his lap his seat, wrapping his arms around his neck. Like clockwork, Namjoon’s hands hold him by the waist.
The action and new company are instantly soothing, melting away the previous stress he was feeling about a part of a song he just can’t get right.
Jimin doesn’t say anything at first, so Namjoon initiates the conversation.
“Jimin-ah? Did you need something?”
“Mm, I just came to visit you, that’s all.”
Jimin doesn’t usually come to see him while he’s working, so that’s a bit unusual. He’s normally messing around with Jeongguk or Taehyung. The gesture is sweet though.
“Where’s Jeongguk?”
“Oh, I gave him a few errands to do, and I think he was going to exercise.”
“And you didn’t go with him?” he asks.
His face doesn’t show it, but now he’s slightly shocked. Jimin and Jeongguk are always tagging along together.
“Nope! I had a few things to do around the dorms. He’ll see me later anyway,” Jimin says with a slight shrug.
“Oh? So, visiting me was on your errands list then?”
Jimin smiles, even brighter than before. “Yup!” Jimin says then he’s quiet again, simply enjoying sitting on his lap and hugging him.
Namjoon loves it, loves spending time with him, but…he does have a deadline and he’s already been stressed enough as it is.
“Is that all you came in here for? You know I’ve been busy…” He doesn’t mean to imply that Jimin’s wasting his time, but he only has so many days until their songs are due.
Jimin huffs, a massive pout graces his face. “Am I that much of a nuisance to you, hyung? We hardly see each other as it is. You’re always so busy. You know Jeonggukie and I miss you, don’t you?”
Namjoon squeezes his waist, attempting to quell the sudden anger in the little body in his lap. He has such a fiery temper for such a little person.
“You know I don’t mean it like that, Jimin-ah. I miss you guys too and you can stay here as long as you want, but I do need to work too.”
Jimin’s face softens at Namjoon’s words. “Okay, I understand. Like I said, I have some things to do anyway. But I did actually come here for a reason…I was going to ask if you’d help me with my new song tonight? Some of the English parts need your expertise. Jeonggukie’s been helping me, but it’d be nice to have some fresh eyes to look it over.”
His first thought is that he doesn’t have time.
He doesn’t have time for much of anything with their comeback coming up. It’s wake up, eat, exercise, work, work, work, eat, work, work, sleep, and repeat.
It’s work harder, do better, never stop.
It takes precedence above things like sleep, hobbies, and even sex, much to the chagrin of his younger lovers, Jimin and Jeongguk.
It doesn’t take long for him to make up his mind though because sometimes relationships are more important than work. He supposes that he’ll have to work a few more late, sleepless nights.
“Of course, I can help you,” Namjoon says, no matter how much his busy schedule protests his words.
“Thanks, hyung. Be in Jeonggukie’s room by 9.” Jimin kisses him on the cheek then hops out of his lap and out the door, almost as if he was never here.
Namjoon sighs. Now that his studio time has been cut by a few hours, he’s going to have to work extra hard for the little amount of time he has for the rest of the night.
Namjoon makes it out of the studio by 10. He hopes that Jimin won’t be too upset with him. He just happened to get stuck on a lyric that was bothering him. He didn’t figure it out, but it still made him late.
At this point, his brain’s likely mush, so he’s not sure how much help he’ll be to Jimin for his song. If anything, maybe they can cuddle for the night, and he can help with the song in the morning because he sure does miss his boys.
When he enters Jeongguk’s room, it’s not at all what he expects. The room’s lighting is dimmed with fairy lights illuminating the room, along with a few small candles. The aroma from the candles is a pleasant lavender, not too strong but enough to be soothing and relaxing.
It looks like a night in, instead of a night for working, but that doesn’t make sense. Unless Jimin and Jeongguk decided to do this without him since he was late.
Oh, maybe he’s intruding. Maybe they figured that he wasn’t going to come.
At times it can be hard being in a polyamorous relationship particularly when it comes to scheduling their intimate times, but normally they’ll talk about it, especially if two of them want to mess around. They always make sure that the third person doesn’t feel left out. He supposes he can’t blame them; he has been too busy lately. It’s only fitting that they’d want to be together when he’s not here.
Maybe he should leave. Maybe—
“Hyung! Finally! We thought you’d never show up. Jimin-hyung was about to go to your studio and drag you in here.”
Namjoon’s eyes glance over to the voice, and it’s Jeongguk who came out of the room’s connected restroom, wearing only a bathrobe, which confirms that they have something planned. He’s smiling with his bunny teeth, all happy and giddy as if nothing’s wrong.
“What’s this? I thought—” Namjoon sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. This is embarrassing as fuck, but he can’t stop his mouth from rambling all his feelings. “Uh, if you guys wanted alone time you could’ve sent me a text or something. I know I’ve been busy, sorry. I guess it makes sense that you’d want this. I just, I don’t know, I thought you’d at least tell me. It doesn’t matter now. I should probably go and leave you two alone.”
He finally shuts up and swallows a silent sob that begs to come out.
Jeongguk’s face scrunches up, confusion displayed on his features. “Hyung? I don’t know what—”
“Finally! You’re late!” Jimin shouts, coming out of the same bathroom that Jeongguk had come out of, wearing a matching bathrobe as well.
Immediately, Jimin halts, noticing the tense atmosphere in the room.
Not wasting one moment, Jimin walks up to Namjoon and cups his face in his hands.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Why are you upset?” Jimin asks. Jeongguk comes up beside them and puts a hand on his lower back, rubbing it and trying to comfort him.
“I interrupted you and Jeonggukie. I’m gonna go back to the studio. I have a lot more work to do anyway.” He tries to break away from his lovers, but they don’t budge. “It’s fine. I’m fine,” he tries to convince them and maybe even himself.
“You’re not fine,” Jeongguk chimes in, “you’ve been working so much. You never take breaks. You can hardly catch your breath. That’s why we planned this for you, hyung. We want to take care of you tonight.”
“This is for you, hyung—for all of us,” Jimin adds.
Oh.
Oh.
He’s an idiot.
“I’m an idiot. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I’m sorry,” Namjoon says.
Both Jimin and Jeongguk snicker at that, but they don’t refute his words. Instead, they each hug one side of him, wrapping their arms around him.
They lead him over to the bathroom, shuffling their feet with him in between them, keeping him in a koala grip and unwilling to let him go.
When they enter the bathroom, Namjoon realizes why they’re wearing robes and were in there in the first place.
The room is dimmed, only illuminated with various candles surrounding the big bathtub. Rose petals line the tub with a few sprinkled in the water as well, and the atmosphere is calming.
They take their time with him, undressing him, kissing him, and bathing him as all three sit in the tub. It’s innocent, a way to relax and unwind after the long day as well as wash away any grime from their skin.
Once they’re squeaky clean and have towel-dried their bodies, Namjoon feels at ease and his body feels boneless as if he could drift off to sleep but he doesn’t think the night is over yet.
“Come on,” Jeongguk says as he drags him back into the main room.
Jeongguk leads him to lay down on the bed and his two lovers join him, kneeling on either side of him.
He takes a moment to appreciate the bodies of his boyfriends. They’re entirely too hot for their own good with their matching dark hair, tan skin, and muscular bodies, which are distinctive to their body types.
It really has been too long since they’ve done anything even remotely sexual and seeing their bare bodies is a treat when all he’s stared at lately is his computer screen.
“On your stomach, hyung,” Jeongguk tells him.
He’s not sure what Jimin and Jeongguk have in store for him tonight, but he flops over anyway and lays his head on his crossed arms.
There’s some shuffling around then a body is kneeling between his thighs. Big hands grip his thighs, squeezing the muscle.
“Hyung.” It’s Jeongguk. There’s another squeeze. “We want you to relax tonight, okay, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” he mumbles.
His hands are removed for a moment then back again, this time with an oily substance. Jeongguk begins to knead his thighs with the oil just as another body sits on his lower back.
It causes him to let out a slight gasp of surprise. The weight isn’t too heavy, but the action surprises him, nonetheless.
Jimin’s small, oiled hands immediately press into his back, massaging his tense back muscles.
“We want you to turn off that big brain of yours, and only worry about doing what we tell you,” Jimin says as his hands continue to rub his back, “think you can do that, sweetheart?”
The idea of it sounds nice. It’s been so long since he’s been able to turn off his brain and not think about anything. He wants to let go and not worry about his music or problems, and he wants Jimin and Jeongguk to take care of him.
“Yeah…I can do that.”
Jimin hums a sound of contentment as his hands linger on his body. He rubs up and down his back, massaging in the oil and relieving any stiffness and muscle knots.
Jeongguk’s hands give him a similar treatment, making sure to rub all the way down to his feet.
It feels like heaven, he doesn’t remember the last time he had a massage, let alone a full-body one.
His mind begins to drift, and he starts to feel floaty. Gone are all the worries, replaced with comfort, love, and pleasure.
His cock is starting to become interested, the more he focuses on the way Jimin and Jeongguk are touching his body, and it swells against the mattress.
The touches are firm and sensual. It’s been too long since he’s been touched by his boyfriends, so his body is extra sensitive and…horny.
Jeongguk’s hands move to his ass, massaging the flesh there. It’s so good that he lets out a quiet moan at the feeling. It’s innocent at first, but then a slick thumb rubs across the cleft of his ass, dipping in, close to his most intimate area.
“Can I?” Jeongguk asks.
“Yeah…” he pants out.
One of Jeongguk’s hands spreads him and a wet finger touches his rim. With some struggle it slides inside, ripping a gasp from his lips.
“God, you’re so tight, hyung. Haven’t been fucked in so long, hm?” Jeongguk says as he lets Namjoon get used to his finger.
How long has it been? Two weeks? Three? Maybe longer than that? Too fucking long, that’s for sure.
“Too long,” he replies.
“We’re going to have to change that, huh?”
“Please.”
His boys continue their pampering with Jimin, massaging the last of his tense back muscles, and Jeongguk slowly fingering him and getting him ready. Their touches are gentle, and he could probably fall asleep if his cock wasn’t so interested in having sex.
Before he knows it, three of Jeongguk’s fingers are stretching him full, fucking into him and getting him ready, and his cock is fully hard, trapped between his belly and the bed.
He wants more though, so he starts to rut against the mattress, attempting to relieve his hard cock.
Jimin instantly stops his massage and gets off his back. “Did we say you could do that, sweetheart? We know you’re a needy baby tonight, but you need to be patient. Are you ready to move on?”
“Mm, yeah, please.”
“How do you want him, Jeongguk-ah?”
“I think I want hyung to ride me.”
“Hear that? Jeonggukie wants you to ride him then if you can handle it, I’m going to fuck you. How does that sound?”
“Good, I can handle it.”
They switch their positioning so that Jeongguk is laying on the bed and he’s on his lap.
Being in this position makes him feel big, oversized; he’s always been taller than Jeongguk, but ever since he’s started working out, he’s bulked up and now their size difference is even more evident.
He’s sure that this feeling won’t last long though. Jimin and Jeongguk know exactly how to make him feel small with their dirty words and the control they have over him.
“Better put these strong thighs to good use, hyung,” Jeongguk says as he feels them up with his hands.
“Oh, he will,” Jimin adds, “Why do you think he’s been working out so much? He’s been building his stamina so that he can get fucked longer.”
“I—”
It’s not true, but his face warms up at the suggestion. Is he that needy that Jimin has to assume he works out for them (to get fucked?) instead of for his health or his career?
“No,” he starts to protest, but Jimin makes a shushing noise with his lips, immediately shutting him up.
“It’s okay, we know you want to keep up with your younger boyfriends. There’s no shame in that, baby,” Jimin says, practically cooing at him with a voice so sweet. He’s now beside him with a hand on his lower back.
There’s not even that much of an age difference, and he’s not old (!), he wants to cry out.
“Yeah, we like it. Our baby has all these strong muscles now, his body’s just ready to be stuffed with cock,” Jeongguk says.
“Exactly, and he’s going to only be thinking about cock tonight.”
Namjoon simply whimpers out a desperate sound, and God, maybe they’re right.
Then there’s a wet noise in front of him. He looks down and it’s Jimin’s lubed-up hand on Jeongguk’s cock, slicking it up with a copious amount of lube so that Namjoon can ride him.
He watches as Jimin jerks Jeongguk’s cock, occasionally rubbing across his slit and sticky precum beads at the tip. His body unconsciously shivers in anticipation.
“Ah, fuck, hyung,” Jeongguk hisses, his hips jerk up a bit from Jimin’s touch.
“There,” Jimin says, removing his hand, “Go ahead.” He moves to sit next to Jeongguk to watch the show before him and wait for his turn.
He guesses that’s his cue to hop right on.
His hands press on the bed as he situates himself over his cock. Jeongguk guides him down with one hand on his waist while his other holds his cock steady.
The spongy head of Jeongguk’s cock slips at the crack of his ass a few times before finally hitting its goal as he’s penetrated.
“Ah, God,” he moans as Jeongguk’s cock starts to enter him. It’s seemingly impossible, perhaps he’s still too tight even after being fingered.
“So tight, can I fit?” Jeongguk asks as another centimeter sinks inside him.
“Fuck, I hope so,” he replies. He tries to relax his body more and it helps. Jeongguk gets deeper and deeper, never-ending, just more and more cock.
After another minute or so, he’s all the way down, stuffed to the brim.
“So full…” he mumbles.
Both of Jeongguk’s hands are now gripping his waist, ready for him to start, and even though Namjoon knows that Jeongguk wants this, he appreciates that he’s still being patient and waiting.
Another minute and the too full—too much feeling starts to fade and he gives a slight roll of his hips.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my cock,” Jeongguk says. His hands tighten around his waist.
Both his body and mind, needy to be fucked, are compelled to listen, so using his new muscles, and pressing his hands on the bed to support himself, he lifts off Jeongguk’s cock then down again, and repeat.
His pace isn’t too slow or too fast. It’s been a long time since he’s last been fucked, and even longer since he’s had to ride a cock, so his skills are unpolished, a bit messy but it feels good and that’s what matters.
Sometimes he’ll get Jeongguk’s cock just right and he’ll brush against his prostate, making him clench tightly and his thighs feel incredibly weak.
“Look at him,” Jimin groans.
Namjoon glances at him, and fuck, he’s so hot. He’s staring at him with an intense gaze, biting his bottom lip, with his hand wrapped around his cock.
“I know—a goddamn pro at taking cock,” Jeongguk adds. His hands move to press on his lower stomach, gripping him tightly with his thumbs touching. He helps push Namjoon up and down his cock, increasing his momentum, so much so that his heavy cock begins to slap loudly on Jeongguk’s abs.
Jimin makes a choked sound and the slick, wet jerking of his hand gets faster. “God, look at his big cock, Jeongguk-ah. It’s so cute slapping pathetically like the useless thing it is. Such a waste, huh?”
“Well, that’s not entirely true—” Jeongguk starts, stopping mid-sentence to encourage Namjoon,”—Fuck…yeah, keep going, baby—,” then back to what he was originally saying, “—it’s not completely useless, hyung. We get to look at how pretty it is, blushed red and leaking, such a sweet, perfect cock.”
“Mm, you’re right, Jeongguk-ah. It’s pretty to look at, but that’s about it. It’s like a decorative piece, pretty and eye-catching but with no real use.” Jimin pauses to chuckle darkly, another method of mocking his poor cock. “It’s just a big cock and he has nobody to fuck with it. But that’s fine, the only thing he’s good at is taking cock anyway.”
Namjoon whines at their words, a long pitiful cry.
His boyfriends are talking like he’s not even in the room, or worse like he’s merely a show for their viewing pleasure, to be ogled at and used for their gratification, as if this is the only way he’s useful to them.
His body feels so hot, humiliation consuming him, but fuck, he loves it.
He keeps riding Jeongguk for another few minutes until his movements falter. His legs are strained, tired, and if he’s honest, he wants to be fucked into the mattress right now.
“That’s it, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, moving his hands back to his waist to squeeze him there.
Jimin chuckles like he knows what Namjoon wants, which he probably does, he’s always had an uncanny perception about Namjoon’s wants, especially when it comes to getting fucked. “It’s cock—it makes him needy and weak. Better fuck him how like he needs it, Jeongguk-ah.”
Jeongguk smiles mischievously. “That’s okay, we’ll take over.” Jeongguk pulls out of him and uses his strength to suddenly flip them over so that Namjoon’s on his back. “On your knees, baby,” he commands.
Namjoon listens immediately, on all fours, presenting his ass to Jeongguk, and not even a second later, Jeongguk’s back inside him, thrusting roughly and making him moan.
Jimin also changes his position, kneeling in front of him with his cock at his eyeline. “Come on, open your mouth, sweetheart,” Jimin goads, brushing his wet cockhead at his lips, “I know you want more cock, so open up.”
That’s exactly what he does, accepting Jimin’s cock and tasting him on his tongue.
Jimin cups his cheek in his hand, a startling soft moment in the middle of getting stuffed on both ends. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth, okay?”
Namjoon wants whatever Jimin and Jeongguk are willing to give him. He knows that he can take it. So, he nods as much as one can with a cock in his mouth then Jimin starts to thrust in and out of his mouth, rivaling the speed and strength of Jeongguk’s thrusts into his ass.
Both Jimin and Jeongguk are fucking him from both ends, his moans are muffled, but this is the best he’s felt in a long time.
His cock dangles between his thighs, untouched this entire time, and he’s starting to get so close. He tries to sneak a hand between his legs, all he needs is a few tugs and he’s sure he’ll be coming all over the bed.
But Jimin stops thrusting, and with Namjoon’s mouth still full of cock, he yanks the hair at the back of his head so that he’s staring right into Jimin’s eyes. It’s not harsh enough to pull his hair out, but it’s enough to tell Namjoon that he means business.
“What are you doing sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, but Namjoon knows Jimin, and he knows that voice. The sweetness masks the hidden wrath that’s begging to come out. “You’re not touching your cock, are you? Because you know you’re not supposed to be doing that, right?”
Namjoon’s hand that had been creeping to his cock instantly goes back to its initial positioning on the bed and he shakes his head, his eyes pleading at Jimin, hoping that he accepts the nonverbal apology.
“Good boy. Only Jeonggukie and I can touch your cock so be patient a little bit longer,” Jimin says then begins his thrusting again, remarkably, even rougher than before.
Jeongguk’s fingers dig into his hips, and his thrusts are messier, not as exact. “Come on, hyung—I’m close. Just a little more.”
He moans a muffled cry, and his body instinctively clenches, trying to draw out Jeongguk’s orgasm.
Jimin’s thrusting so hard now that his eyes are watering, threatening to fall down his cheeks, and he’s drooling around his cock. Jeongguk’s thrusts are hitting his prostate dead-on, and he can feel his cock gush out precum. They’re using him as they please, making him messy and desperate for them.
“Fuck!” Jeongguk shouts, his thrusts stop and Namjoon can feel him coming inside him. When he’s finished, he pulls out and gives him a pat on the ass. “You were so good for me, baby.”
Jimin pulls his cock out, still hard. His hand brushes against Namjoon’s swollen lips. “Such a perfect mouth, but I want a turn at your ass now, sweetheart. Think you have enough energy?"
“Yeah,” he croaks out. His throat feels raw, and he likely won’t be able to rap for a few days, but it oddly settles him. It shows that he’s being taken care of, that they love him.
Jeongguk helps Jimin flip him over so that he can be on his back. He’s appreciative for that because his body is starting to feel like jelly.
Jimin gets between his thighs while Jeongguk sits beside Namjoon. The second cock of the night nudges at his hole, and he’s so wet with lube and Jeongguk’s cum, stretched from the harsh fucking, that Jimin easily slides inside him.
“I get to have Jeonggukie’s sloppy seconds,” Jimin says as soon as he’s entirely inside him and gripping his waist tightly.
“Mm, you know you like it, hyung,” Jeongguk bites back.
Namjoon would chuckle at their bickering if he weren’t already so hard and needy to come at this very moment.
“Jimin-ah, fuck me,” he whines impatiently, voice raspy as hell.
“All right, you little brat.” Jimin pulls out and thrusts back in. “Fuck, you feel so good. I’m not gonna last long.”
Namjoon moans in agreement. He wants to come so badly, his body is on fire with pleasure, but he needs to be touched.
“Wanna come, please, wanna be touched,” he wails, hoping that the need is obvious in his words.
Jeongguk scoots to the side of his body, and his hand lays flat on his stomach. “Want me to touch you, hyung?”
He nods his head weakly as his body jolts with each thrust from Jimin.
Jeongguk nuzzles against his neck, licking and kissing him there, and his hand wraps around his cock, using his precum to effortlessly slide up and down his cock.
“Ah! Fuck, it feels so good…” he rasps out.
“There you go, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers between his kisses, “you’ve been so good for us today, so perfect.”
Namjoon whimpers at the praise, and he can feel the tears from earlier fall and wet his face. Everything’s too much; he’s overwhelmed with love and pleasure, and his body is bursting with emotion.
Jimin and Jeongguk are always too good to him, so fucking hot and attending to his every need. God, it’s felt so incredible to let go, to forget about his responsibilities and overworked mind, to only focus on the pleasure that Jimin and Jeongguk are giving him.
“Do you need to use your safeword?” Jimin asks. His hand touches his wet cheek, wiping away some of his tears.
“No,” he pleads, “I’m good, ‘m close. Don’t stop.”
Jeongguk moves his hand faster, drawing another whine from him. “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” Jeongguk says, hushed against his neck, “are you gonna come for us, sweetheart?”
His orgasm builds and builds and builds, his body trembles underneath Jimin’s thrusts, and then he moans, “God, Yes!” and he comes. The messy cum spurts on his stomach as Jeongguk jerks his cock through his orgasm.
The pleasure is immense, going through his entire body and he clenches tightly around Jimin, who moans in response.
“Fuck, so damn tight,” Jimin groans. A few more thrusts and his body quivers as he comes. “God, you’re just a cumdump for us, huh?” Jimin says as he continues to come inside him, adding to the mess inside his hole. He’s all sloppy with their cum, but it’s one of the best feelings in the world.
“Please,” he begs, “I love it.”
“Mm, and we love you,” Jeongguk says before pulling him in for a kiss.
Jimin slips out of his body, making him let out a slight whimper against Jeongguk’s lips. He leaves for a moment, returning with a wet washcloth, and he does a quick cleanup of their dirty bodies.
“Okay, that’s good enough for now. We’ll take a shower tomorrow, but I want to cuddle now,” Jimin says as he joins them on the bed. Now both Jimin and Jeongguk occupy each of his sides.
They exchange kisses for a long time, all three of them taking time to thoroughly explore each other’s mouths then when fatigue takes over, they end up cuddling with Namjoon in the middle and Jimin and Jeongguk hugging him on his sides.
Namjoon sighs happily, in total bliss. “Thank you, Jimin-ah, Jeongguk-ah. I really needed this.”
“Mm, we always know when our baby needs us,” Jimin says.
“Yeah, you know we hate seeing you stressed out, hyung. We wanted to take away all the stress and worry for a bit and give you a night of relaxing and getting fucked.”
Namjoon laughs. “You guys definitely achieved your goal. I had a great time, thank you. I love you both so much.”
“I love you,” Jimin and Jeongguk say at the same time, and his heart feels so full. He’s so happy that he has two wonderful boyfriends who recognize when he’s struggling even if he doesn’t want to admit it to himself.
“And don’t worry, hyung,” Jeongguk says, “you’ll finish the songs on time!”
“Maybe we even helped clear your mind, so you’ll be fresh and full of ideas tomorrow!” Jimin blurts out.
“Yeah, I hope so,” he says. He closes his eyes, exhaustion and comfort taking over, beginning to lull him into a deep sleep.
And maybe it’s true, maybe he’ll have an easier time tomorrow in the studio, but even if that doesn’t happen, Namjoon’s still happy that he could share this evening with the two loves of his life.