nsfw but minjoon fucking with tae watching on video chat. jimin brings namjoon home from a bar and namjoon is wondering how he got so lucky because wow jimin is stunning. they stumble through jimin's front door and don't make it to the bedroom before jimin is in his lap.

jimin is grinding down on namjoon on the floor of his apartment making these noises and namjoon has never been so hard in his life. he's worried he's gonna come before he even gets out of his pants. but then jimin stops, and namjoon is about to ask why when he pulls out his phone

"oh," jimin says like he's not still perched on namjoon's dick. "it's my best friend. you mind if I answer?"

and namjoon honestly has no idea what to say so he just shrugs and says sure.

jimin answers the video call and beams at his phone. "hey tae."

"chim, are you busy?" namjoon hears a low voice ask. and he stares up at jimin in disbelief when jimin just shrugs and says, "kinda, was in the middle of getting laid when you called."

it's even more baffling when the guy on the phone -- tae -- responds with, "oh can I watch?"

jimin glances down at namjoon, and tae must see it because the voice on the phone exclaims, "oh, wow, you meant you're taking dick right now?" jimin ignores him. "ask if I can watch," tae asks again, like namjoon can't hear everything he's saying.

jimin presses the phone to his chest, muffling tae for now. "is that okay?" he asks, softly. "we don't have to, I can just hang up on him if you're not cool with it."
and namjoon's head is definitely spinning a little, and his dick is going soft, but the thought...

the thought of fucking jimin, and the thought of someone watching him do it... that makes his stomach twist a little, arousal burning back in full force.

"yeah," namjoon says, grinding up into jimin. "yeah I'm cool with it."

jimin grins at him.

he pulls the phone back from his chest and smiles at the screen, too. "he said yes."

there's a noise of celebration on the line, and then jimin is leaning over namjoon, squishing his semi against his body in a way that hurts as much as it feels good, and setting up the phone.

he props it against the wall nearby, so they can see tae and he can see them, and wow namjoon is kind of in awe at how ridiculously pretty this guy is, but he figures it makes sense two gorgeous people would be best friends.

jimin cuts off whatever train of thought he was having

when he rolls his hips down again, hard, picking back up right where they left off. but this time, they have an audience.

"fuck, he's hot," the voice from the phone says, and namjoon looks over to see tae staring with his jaw hanging open.

namjoon groans, hands squeezing jimin's hips, just hanging on for the ride. jimin hums in satisfaction.

"yeah, he is, isn't he?" he says, talking to his best friend like namjoon isn't there. he leans down and kisses along namjoon's throat, and namjoon's hips kick up in response.

jimin spreads his legs wider, spreads his legs and grinds down harder, and fuck if it's not the best thing namjoon's ever felt, the weight of him and the pressure against his dick and the painful friction of his jeans -- namjoon starts to think that maybe he has a thing for pain.

jimin's hands run down his sides, pulling up his shirt just high enough for jimin to slip his hands under the fabric, so he can smooth his fingers across namjoon's stomach. he presses down, using him for leverage to grind his hips back and forth, and namjoon's head tips back.

it feels so fucking good, he can't think about anything else, and he's already forgotten the man on the phone watching them until he hears a groan that didn't come from him or jimin, and he turns his head to lock eyes with tae on the small screen.

namjoon stares, and tae stares back, and then namjoon notices the movement of his shoulder, his upper arm. tae is jerking off to this, to them. it makes namjoon shudder, just as jimin bites down hard on his collar bone. yeah, he definitely has a thing for pain.

"fuck, let me see, jimin," comes the voice from the phone, and tae already sounds rough around the edges. just like namjoon feels. jimin pulls back, sits up in namjoon's lap and then tugs his shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him. tae whistles at him and jimin grins, smug.

namjoon wonders just how often they do this, how many times they've fucked or watched each other fuck, but then jimin's hands are back on him, tugging his own shirt up until namjoon has to sit up to pull it off too.

they pause for a moment, both a little out of breath, skin flushed and lips kissed red. then namjoon leans in, wrapping his arms around jimin's waist to pull him closer. he kisses jimin deep with their bare chests pressed together, and jimin's fingers tangled in his hair.

he kisses jimin until tae whines, complains that he can't see anymore, and then jimin pulls back and laughs. "how about we move to the bedroom," he suggests. "it'll be easier to set up the phone, and it'll be more comfortable."

that sounds just fine to namjoon.

they stumble into the bedroom, tugging off pants and stealing rushed kisses in the process, and namjoon wonders briefly what tae even sees in the video before jimin finally pushes him onto the bed -- not too hard, but enough to catch him off guard.

it's enough to send another wave of arousal through him, eager for more rough treatment. and, namjoon thinks as he watches jimin set up the phone on his dresser with a perfect view of his bed, eager for someone to watch.

and yeah, they've definitely done this before namjoon thinks, but he really doesn't mind, and it kind of makes the whole situation hotter. jimin saunters away from his phone, back to namjoon where he's sitting on the bed in just his boxers.

jimin's hand trails up his thigh, across his leg to grip him through his underwear. namjoon hisses. jimin smirks at him, and squeezes.

"want me to fuck you while taetae watches?" he asks, loud enough for tae to hear, and it takes everything in namjoon not to moan out loud.

"yes," he hisses, bucking his hips up into jimin's grip. jimin just smirks at him, then tosses his head back to look over his shoulder at his phone.

"he said yes," he tells tae, and namjoon can hear the smugness in his voice.

"good," tae answers, and when namjoon looks, he can see tae has lost his shirt too. he can't see anything below the waist, but he can definitely see tae's arm still moving, still stroking himself. namjoon groans.

jimin lets go of namjoon's cock to slip his fingers under the band of namjoon's boxers and tugs. namjoon lifts his hips to help him, and then his boxers are being pulled down his legs and tossed somewhere on the ground. the air is cold, jimins hand is warm when he touches namjoon

"make him feel good, jimin," tae groans, and namjoon barely catches jimins response, a snort and something that sounds like "of course I will" before he's leaning down and taking namjoon into his mouth. namjoon's hands fly up to cradle jimin's head, to feel his throat swallowing.

namjoon hears a groan that definitely isn't his when jimin sinks deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock, and when he looks, tae has his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them while he watches jimin blow namjoon. it makes namjoon shudder.

jimin pulls off, flicking his tongue across namjoon's head, and then dives back down, taking namjoon even deeper. namjoon's fingers curl in jimins hair, pulling tight, trying so hard not to force jimin further. but then jimin pulls off again, and stares directly at namjoon.

"you can do it," he says, voice steady and calm for how deep namjoon's dick was just down his throat. "you can fuck my face." namjoon's breath catches in his throat, and he hears tae moaning in the background, a drawn out "fuck, jimin." then jimin's mouth is back on him.

namjoon tightens his grip in jimins hair, pushes him down a little farther, and jimin goes, so slowly, and namjoon can feel him struggling not to gag. but when namjoon loosens his grip and jimin pulls back for air, he dives right back down, like he's trying to drink namjoon whole

he swallows again and namjoon feels like his soul has left his body, he feels hollowed out, mind empty except for the desire to thrust into jimin's warm mouth. he does, tilts his hips up, and then jimin moans around him, long and deep.

"fuck, jimin," tae groans again, sounding just as wrecked as namjoon feels. "please, jimin," he began like he's the one getting blown, and it seems to encourage jimin, because he starts moving faster, groaning around namjoon's cock and grinding down into the bed.

he keeps going until namjoon feels like he might come, until he tugs on jimins hair and says, "wait, I'm gonna --" and then he pulls back, lips sliding off namjoon's cock with a wet pop. his mouth is wet and his lips are swollen, and namjoon just wants to kiss him.

so he tightens his fingers in jimins hair again and pulls him up the bed, until jimin is sprawled across him and their lips are pressed together. he licks into jimin's mouth, slides his hands down to grip jimins hips and rock them down against his own.

they kiss until they're out of breath, gasping against each other's lips, until namjoon is begging just like tae, "please, please fuck me." jimin smirks against his lips, kisses him one more time, and then sits up on his heels. "it's okay," he says. "I'll take care of you."

jimin reaches over into his nightstand digging through it for lube and a condom, and namjoon takes the opportunity to stare at tae. he's running a hand across his chest now, but not stroking himself. just waiting.

"kind of unfair," namjoon tells him. tae furrows his brows.

namjoon gestures at himself. "unfair how you get to see everything but we don't."

tae grins at him. "you're absolutely right," he says, and then he's standing up, tugging his loose pants down, and namjoon can see everything.

when tae settles back down on his own bed, he keeps his phone tilted so namjoon and jimin can see how he's touching himself, stroking almost lazily while he watches them. jimin hums in appreciation when he comes back and sees the new development. "nice view," he says. tae smiles.

jimin moves between namjoon's legs, fingers already wet with lube, and slides his fingers down past namjoon's cock, across his skin, to just tease between his cheeks. namjoon shifts, tilting his hips up towards the touch, and jimin laughs. he presses a kiss to namjoon's hip.

then he's sinking one finger inside, and namjoon and tae are both groaning. jimin laughs again, "you two are so in sync." then he thrusts, slowly, prodding at namjoon's insides, letting him get used to the feeling.

namjoon raises one leg, pulling his knee to his chest to let jimin touch deeper. "he's so hot," tae says again, and namjoon arches his back at the praise, rocking down into jimin's hand and putting his chest on display.

jimin sucks a mark into namjoon's hip, and slides another finger inside. namjoon groans again, head falling back against the bed. it's been a while since someone else has fingered him, and jimin's touch feels so good. he relaxes into it, just lets himself feel.

but it's not enough for tae, apparently. "touch his chest," tae begs, "look at him, he deserves it." jimin pulls away to glance over his shoulder at tae, and namjoon almost wants to cry, but when he turns back, he shifts up the bed, kissing across namjoon's stomach to his chest.

the change in angle makes jimins fingers shift inside of namjoon, and he squirms at the sensation, reaching up to cradle the back of jimins head as he kisses up namjoon's chest. jimin seals his fat lips around namjoon's nipple just as he slips another finger inside. namjoon moans

the sound is loud, echoing in his ears, until he realizes that tae is moaning too. namjoon forces his eyes open (when did he close them?) and looks up at the phone. tae has shifted one of his legs up, and he's fingering himself too, watching while jimin opens namjoon up.

"fuck," namjoon hisses when jimin sucks hard at his chest. "fuck, please fuck me already." jimin gives one more firm suck, and then he pulls away, grinning down at namjoon. "whatever you want, babe," he promises.

namjoon watches enthralled as jimin settles between his legs again, kneeling on the bed as he rips open the condom packet. namjoon can't tear his eyes away from jimin, from the cut of his hips, the lines of his stomach, the way his forearm tenses as he rolls the condom on.

then he's slicking himself up with lube, leaning down, and lining himself up. "ready?" he asks, looking up at namjoon through his bangs. stray strands of hair stick to his forehead from sweat, and his face is flushed a pretty pink. namjoon feels his stomach clench with want.

"yeah, I'm ready," he says, and jimin pushes forward. namjoon's head falls back against the bed again, neck curving up as he arches into the feeling. he feels like he's waited forever, and now here it is, jimin sinking deep into him, so slow, slow enough to savor every moment.

"damn," jimin curses, dropping his forehead against namjoon's shoulder as he pushes forward the last bit, until his hips meet namjoon's and he's just grinding into him. namjoon wraps his arms around jimin, fingertips pressing hard into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

"how does he feel?" a voice asks, and namjoon gasps when he feels jimin shift inside him in response. he's pretty sure tae is asking jimin, but namjoon answers him anyway.

"feels good," he sighs, rolling his hips into jimin's. "feels really good."

jimin breathes heavy against his neck, and namjoon trails a hand down his spine to press against the small of his back. "come on," he says. "weren't you going to take care of me?"

that spurs jimin on, and he leans up over namjoon, hands by namjoon's shoulders.

he stares directly into namjoon's eyes as he pulls out, and then thrusts back in, hard. namjoon's body rocks up the bed. "fuck," tae groans from the phone. "do that again. fuck him hard, jimin."

jimin obeys.

jimin grips namjoon's legs behind his knees, pushes them up towards his chest, and he fucks namjoon hard. he doesn't go fast, but his hips move with enough power to jolt namjoon's whole body with each thrust. he watches namjoon's face, eyes never leaving his, staring him down.

namjoon feels trapped, pinned in place not just by jimin's grip on his body, but by his gaze. it makes him feel like melting, so hot he's burning through his chest. he reaches down and takes himself in hand, gives himself a firm stroke in time with jimin's next thrust.

jimin moves one of namjoon's legs, pulling it over his shoulder so he can wrap his arm around namjoon's thigh, and presses a kiss to the side of namjoon's knee. "you're so pretty," he sighs, eyes still burning into namjoon. "isn't he pretty, tae?"

taehyung hums his agreement, and when namjoon turns his head to look, tae is stroking his cock faster, two fingers still inside himself. "he's pretty, jimin."

jimin sighs, thrusts hard into namjoon again. "I know. I got lucky tonight."

namjoon wants to laugh, because he's the lucky one. but then jimin hits him just right, so he's seeing stars, and then namjoon can't think of anything but the way jimin feels inside of him, above him, and the way his skin burns where he imagines tae watching him.

"how do you feel, babe?" jimin asks, kissing down namjoon's calf. his hand slides up namjoon's leg, until his finger tips play at his ankle, at the sensitive skin across the top of his foot. "hm?" he asks again, and then he's gripping namjoon's ankle, pushing his leg up.

namjoon gasps, feels the strain in his muscles as jimin pulls his legs further apart, pushes him just as far as his body can bend without hurting, and then fucks into him even deeper than before. namjoon can't answer, can barely even breath he feels so good.

"you're just showing off now," tae teases from the phone. jimin laughs, his voice so dark and deep it goes straight through namjoon. he arches, tossing his hands out at his sides, trying to get the leverage to fuck himself back on jimin.

"aw," jimin coos. "am I not taking care of you right?"

namjoon tries to argue, tries to say it's good but he needs just a bit more, but jimin knows what he needs. jimin moves his legs again, sliding his arms under namjoon's knees and pushing forward, bending namjoon in half.

jimin leans forward until his hands are pressed to the mattress, until namjoon is bent so far his hips leave the bed. jimin grins down at him, kisses him gently on the nose, and gives him what he wants.

namjoon chokes, gasping for breath with each thrust. he can hear himself, the broken moans and sounds that jimin is fucking out of him, but he can't control them. he can't stop, he can only hang on as jimin takes him apart.

he moves faster now, any hint of teasing gone. he just drives namjoon to the edge as he chases his own pleasure. namjoon looks up at him, tries to focus on jimin's features, the hardness in his eyes and the clench of his jaw, the way his cheeks jolt with each powerful thrust.

he reaches down between his legs, strokes himself quickly, digs the fingernails of his other hand into the meat of his thigh, feels that sharp strike of pain, and he's coming. he feels his muscles tighten, holds his breath for an instant, and then he's collapsing into the bed.

he spills over his hand, across his chest, and his breaths come in shallow gasps. jimin keeps fucking him through it, slower now, rolling his hips like he had in the beginning to guide namjoon down.

namjoon's body feels weak, like he's not in control of it. his head tingles, aftershocks of pleasure still shooting through him with each slow rock of jimin's hips. he strokes himself one last time, squeezing as the last drops of come drool out of his cock.

jimin leans down, pressing deeper into him, and kisses namjoon deep. namjoon groans, raising his heavy arms to wrap around jimin's shoulders and pull him closer. jimin's tongue slides into namjoon's mouth and he sucks on it, licking along the side, and it's jimin's turn to moan.

but then too soon, the kiss is over, and jimin is pulling away from him. he leans back on his knees, then reaches down to hold the condom as he pulls out. namjoon whines, both at the feeling and at the loss of jimin's body above him. "just a sec, babe," jimin tells him.

he pulls the condom off and ties it, then tosses it in the basket near the bed. namjoon eyes him, confused, even as jimin climbs back up the bed to lay beside him.

"did you finish?" namjoon asks. he hadn't noticed.

jimin giggles, and namjoon's heart races a little faster even after what they just did. "you expect me to have someone as gorgeous as you come on my dick like that and then not come? you think too highly of me."

namjoon hears another laugh, and his eyes flick back to the phone on the dresser. tae is cleaning up, tossing tissues off screen, and he's smiling at them through the screen. "thanks for the show," he says, grinning. "by the way, though, what's your name?"

namjoon blinks at tae, trying to remember if he'd ever said, and jimin bursts out laughing beside him. he flops onto namjoon, burying his face in namjoon's shoulder as he laughs, and namjoon finds himself smiling too.

"it's namjoon," he says.

"namjoon," tae repeats, still smiling. "I'm taehyung." he does a little bow. "good to know for next time."

namjoon raises an eyebrow, and jimin finally pulls himself away from his shoulder, laughter slowly dying down.

"next time? isn't that a bit presumptuous?" namjoon asks, but he finds himself smiling at the thought.

taehyung and jimin see right through him.

"If you want," jimin shrugs, feigning namjoon's nonchalance. "if it was good enough for a repeat."

his smirk tells namjoon he knows exactly how good it was.

"if you want to let me take care of you next time, now that jimin has had his turn," taehyung adds.

namjoon looks between them, from jimin's smirk to taehyung's grin through the phone screen.

"you know," he says, trying to keep from smiling too wide. "that does sound kind of nice."

taehyung and jimin share a look, and then they both turn back to namjoon.

"sounds like a date," jimin says, and pulls namjoon back for another kiss.

[the end. gonna edit this later and post on ao3 prob but hope you enjoyed this impromptu thread]

now edited and on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18433322 

part 2 here: https://twitter.com/eron_less/status/1119617798026743808