married couple minjoon whose favorite thing in the world is hosting intimate gatherings with their closest friends. it gives namjoon an excuse to order from his favorite restaurant (which jimin is sick of) and it gives jimin an excuse to fuck their friends. basically, a win-win.

[this is a companion/prequel to this thread by @babeyhoya so if u haven't read hers first please go show some love!] https://twitter.com/babeyhoya/status/1388310768504946689

it's not that jimin is insatiable. in fact, between the two of them namjoon has the much more active libido. but jimin is addicted to first times. first dates, first touches, first kisses, first everything.

when he'd married namjoon and agreed to take on the role of serving their guests, he'd been ecstatic to realize that finally some of the lines his platonic friends had drawn were beginning to blur

it's just part of the culture after all. completely normal and expected of a host.

accommodating guests should be taken seriously. in every single way. there's a reason society had decided that what was often politely referred to as "extensive entertainment" should be an assigned and documented part of all marriages. it brings everyone together as a community.

namjoon and jimin were the first of their friends to be wed, making jimin the first of their friend group to accept the role of service host. and it had been awkward, at first. when you're used to just providing an aperitif with a few finger foods, it's a tricky subject to breach

but then hoseok had come over after work one day, exhaustion heavy on his shoulders and frown set deep on his brow.

"thanks for dinner guys, you really didn't have to," he exhales heavily, gulping down his bowl of soup like it was a lifeline. "today was just. utter shit."

the tension is all over him, a tangible and visible thing.

"yahh, poor thing," jimin coos out, standing to come behind hoseok's chair and massaging his neck and shoulders deeply. "you're here with us now, hyung. let's get rid of some of the day's stress, hmm?"

in jimin's household growing up, this kind of thing was his mother's job. usually it was only for guests who were spending the night. treating them to a nice hard orgasm was a little personal touch before bed. as routine a courtesy as the fresh bar of soap in the guest bathroom.

but why should it be limited to that? hoseok's back is in knots and he groans so prettily when jimin digs his knuckles in just right. and it's his job to host him, to serve him, to make his stay with them - however brief - as positive as possible.

"hyung-ah," jimin murmurs, biting his lip a little nervously. "would you like me to ... help you out a little more?"

and it's as easy as breaking the ice. hoseok tastes just as warm and manly on jimin's tongue as he's always imagined he would. he cums just as prettily, too.

it becomes standard, expected, anticipated. of course when hoseok comes over for dinner, he'll be leaving behind dessert on jimin's tongue. the same way that seokjin has a signature pie, jimin ends every dinner with a blow job. it's one of his favorite things about married life.

taehyung and seokjin visit along with hoseok one night, eyes nearly bugging out of their heads when, as usual, as soon as namjoon starts pouring the wine jimin slips under the table to fulfill his hosting duties.

"don't be rude," namjoon tuts, nudging jimin with his foot, "seokjin-hyung is oldest, aren't you even going to /offer/ before jumping right in with hobi?"

jimin is mortified. so, so thoughtless. he's glad he has such a gracious husband, willing to guide him when he strays.

but seokjin has never been too big on oral. it's no concern though, of course. jimin is able to oblige all of them at once.

they're the perfect fit, really, because seokjin's cock feels so /nice/ inside of him and taehyung is so /tight/ and hoseok tastes as delicious as always.

jimin loves it even more now when friends come over. loves it /most/ later on in the night, when everyone leaves, and namjoon's breath is hot on his neck and his hands grip hard and needy against his skin and his eyes are dark and his voice is so /deep/ even when he whispers.

"you always save the best for last, don't you baby?"

and yes, jimin does. he knows just how namjoon likes it, just where to touch and tease and tug.

jimin takes being a good husband very seriously, so as good as he is a host for his guests, he's an even better hole for his man.

when yoongi and jungkook visit they split jimin open on both of their cocks together, jungkook's brand new engagement ring glittering gorgeously on his finger. he's whiney, unable to move, resting pliant and dazed as he indulges in the friction of yoongi fucking into jimin's hole

and that night, jimin learns that sometimes namjoon likes it wet. likes when jimin is loose and full of someone else's cum. likes to lay his whole body atop jimin's and fuck into him slowly, listening to the sloppy slush of it and telling him what a kind and dutiful host he is.

"i've got a bit of a hard on just /thinking/ of going over to their place for dinner," jimin admits, standing in the mirror to critique his third outfit selection of the evening. finally, something flattering /and/ easy to remove.

"you know there's no telling if anything will happen," namjoon reminds, toweling his hair dry and reaching around jimin for moisturizer. jimin sighs wistfully, leaning back against namjoon's chest with a pout.

"but they're married now, aren't they? so it's not /off/ the table."

namjoon shrugs, kissing jimin's cheek and taking a step back to see the mirror more clearly.

"i'm sure jungkook will be as good a host as you are, but we shouldn't overwhelm him, y'know? it's an adjustment. we made it slowly, maybe they will, too."

jimin adjusts himself in his pants.

"okay then, mister take it slow. then i'll ask kookie to fuck /me/ and you can just wait your turn and be bored on the couch."

namjoon pouts. "i'll remind you that min yoongi is an /excellent/ conversationalist."

jimin has to raise a brow at that. most of his conversations with yoongi are either much, much too deep and emotional or a lot closer to bickering grandmothers than young adult men in the prime of their youth. he doesn't see either as "excellent" by any stretch of the imagination

but what namjoon wants, he gets. if he'd rather talk with yoongi than enjoy jungkooks sweet, sweet cock then all the more for jimin, right?

"okay, i'm ready." namjoon declares, buckling his belt and looking just /too/ delicious in his t-shirt. jimin smiles hungrily.

"lets go."