Namjoon had really nice pecs... everybody knew that.
The rest of them were sure that nobody had ever looked at Namjoon's chest and not instantly felt the mind go into the gutter. The rest of BTS were victims of that as well.
It would be a lot easier if Namjoon were like Jimin and Seokjin, also known as fully aware of just how ridiculous, and how the world loved certain parts of their bodies. Those two were more than willing to flex and bend over respectively, winking over a shoulder knowing exactly how the person they left behind.
Namjoon was... different.
Maybe it was because of how rude and cruel some people were when they first debuted, most of those comments had always been aimed at either him or Hoseok or maybe it was just that Namjoon was a genuinely sweet guy who liked puppies, pokemon cards and a bike rides next to the river.
He didn't seem to realise that what he saw as genuine gym pictures to show his progression was thirst traps. He didn't seem to realise how attractive it was.
Of course, it wasn't that Namjoon thought he was ugly, that was something they had all worked on with him. He just... didn't realise he was bloody hot.
So yeah, there was a lot of accidental flashing of his chest, shirtless trips to the gym working on chest compressions that left whoever was his gym partner for the day with a... problem.
The fact that Namjoon, as smart as he was, had not realised what was happening. Seemingly blind to exactly what his powers of doing were.
There were two obvious answers to the problem they were having, A) they could stop going to the gym with Namjoon, it wasn't like he would force them if they said no. Maybe he would pout a little, but then he would shrug, accept it, wish them a good day, and wait with breakfast until he got back.
The problem with that idea was that no members of BTS were strong enough to say no to him. Maybe they were simps, actually, they were definitely Namjoon simps, some of them were just better at hiding it, and some of them had just given up, the latter one being Jungkook.
So when they got asked, no matter how much they knew how it would end, they would get up, and go to the gym with him. Even Yoongi, who hated the gym with a passion, would go there because he was a weak weak man when it came to their leader.
Option B) they could also just tell Namjoon that they would very much like to grope, grab, touch and fuck his tits.
The fact that they didn't was honestly a little crazy. They were all dating! They were in one big relationship, they all loved each other, they knew that Namjoon loved them, they really should just tell him that they would like to play with his chest.
It wasn't like Namjoon would judge them, at worst, he would say that it wasn't something he was into, and that would end that.
They had all talked about kinks before, they all had something they liked more than anything else. This just seemed... Different.
It wasn't.
But it didn't stop it from feeling that way, and as the simps they were, expressing what they wanted was hard.
How were you meant to say anything, when just looking at Namjoon while thinking about exactly what they were thinking was making heat stir in their loins, unable to keep their mind clear enough to express what it was they wanted.
So... they were stuck being simps.
Suffering simps getting pushed further and further every day.
It was almost like Namjoon enjoyed torturing them.
What they didn't know was that he very much did.
Namjoon was fully aware that he was oblivious to a lot of things. In his defence, he had to keep track of a lot of things, so sometimes, he tended to miss things. He tried to be the best boyfriend he could, but sometimes he would just miss stuff.
This was another thing he had missed, most likely he wouldn't have noticed it at all if it hadn't been for one Jackson Wang.
Jackson was the best friend that Namjoon was not exactly sure how he had deserved, but he was also not letting him go now. Jackson always noticed things that Namjoon himself didn't seem to know.
Which was how he had come to know exactly what was going on. They all went to the same gym, for multiple reasons, since they lived close to each other, and this specific gym was a VIP gym, so they didn't have to worry about getting spied on in the showers or other creepy stuff.
Taehyung and Jungkook had been with Namjoon at the gym, they had been... weird, but Namjoon was used to his boyfriends being weird at the gym, so he wasn't judging them. Yes, they were looking at him more than exactly working out, but maybe they were just trying to copy his form. At least that was what Namjoon naively had thought.
That was all shattered when both Jungkook and Taehyung slinked home after they were done working out, seemingly preferring to walk home in sweaty clothes instead of grabbing a shower at the gym, a sentiment Namjoon that Namjoon couldn't really understand, but if that was what they really wanted, Namjoon wasn't gonna judge them for it.
Well, he was, but he was not gonna do it out loud.
He was stuck considering if this was some form of sweat kink, and they had almost run away with their metaphorical tail between their lucks to get down and dirty with each other. He was brought out of those thoughts by Jackson almost doubling over laughing loud enough that Namjoon was suddenly happy that they were alone in the gym, nobody else crazy enough to join them for a 5 am workout session.
"What?" maybe Jackson had finally lost his marbles, which was probably not a good sign, it was gonna be very hard to explain to Mark why his boyfriend was suddenly locked up. Maybe they would be able to console him, Mark was very pretty after all.
He didn't get to think too much about it, which was probably for the best for everybody involved "they are running away like little children, terrified that you realise that they are horny brats."
"So this is a sweat thing?" Namjoon was open to pretty much everything, and while he appreciated a good greased-up man, sweat just really didn't do it for him when massage oil was a thing.
Jackson stared at him for a second, with the look of somebody who couldn't believe what he was hearing, before bellowing out in laughter again "you really didn't notice, did you? How are you smart, and so clever, but somehow the stupidest person I know when it comes to this?" he was shaking his head as he tried to stop laughing "thank god you are pretty because you are the most oblivious person I have ever met."
Namjoon had to fight himself not to pout because really it was not the image he was trying to show off "you are talking gibberish again."
Learning to speak fluent gibberish was an important part of being friends with Jackson, who often got excited and happy that he would go between multiple different languages in one sentence forgetting that not everybody was a polyglot.
Jackson grinned at him "they want to fuck your tits."
"My what?!" Namjoon sputtered, unable to stop himself from closing his arms protectively over his chest as if Jackson would just start groping said tits.
Not that he would ever actually do that, Jackson was all about consent.
"Your tits, pecs, man meat, whatever you like to call them."
"My chest?!" Namjoon felt distraught in ways he couldn't explain as Jackson just laughed as he covered himself more up, suddenly Namjoon was regretting going to the gym without a shirt on, but it was really fucking hot in South Korea and Namjoon hadn't been able to even stand the idea of wearing a shirt.
Jackson finally stopped laughing, dabbing the corner of his eyes to get the tears that had come from laughing too much away "You really have not noticed how much those have grown have you?"
Namjoon opened his mouth to argue, before closing it again, uncrossing his arms to look down at his chest, well maybe they had grown a fair bit since he had started his gym binge streak.
It wasn't a plan of his, he just happened to start enjoying the gym, and the feeling his body would have after a good session, so his body had changed a bit, but he hadn't realised it was that much. "Uhm..." he felt a little silly "maybe a bit."
Jackson didn't laugh this time, which was a small mercy, instead, he just grinned "They are majestic, and your boyfriends would like to fuck them."
Finally, the words sunk into Namjoon's way too big brain, and then said brain just white screen as he tried to understand exactly what those words actually meant "they want to..." he sounded like he wasn't sure how words worked.
Which made Jackson laugh again "fuck them? Stick their dick between them and reach climax? Yes very much, and you torture them every time, it's honestly kinda fun how many of them you can send running with aching cocks. Not sure they get much gym work done when they are busy trying to make their eyes not fall out of their skulls while also hiding boners. Sometimes it's like you enjoy torturing them."
The conversation went much longer after that, after all, Jackson did like teasing, but one thing stuck with Namjoon, the idea of teasing.
It took him a while to get around to the idea that maybe his boyfriends were really into his chest, but when he had considered it for a while he found that he didn't really mind. He was mostly just insulted that they didn't just straight up tell them, this was far from the weirdest kink. That went somewhere in between Jungkook's breeding kink, Seokjin's love for CNC or Jimin's Quirofilia, everything else was pretty much just another day of being part of their little group.
So if they didn't want to tell him straight up, Namjoon would make them tell him, maybe death by blueballs was a thing, and they would find out.
Namjoon really should not find it as funny as he did, but it was nice to feel like he had some form of power and that being power that didn't have anything to do with being a leader, with being RM. Instead, it had with being Namjoon, something he had made himself, something he was, something that had an effect on the people he loved the most.
It was fun.
Especially when he started to really be aware of it, to see just how far he could push it before they finally fessed up.
He wasn't sure who he expected to break first, to be the one to give in to the emotions and feelings they couldn't hide most. Maybe Jungkook or Hoseok, both were terrible liars and wore their hearts on their sleeves. They were also the ones who most frequently went to the gym with him, so it made sense.
Of course, he didn't know about the emergency meetings the rest of them had behind his back, trying to figure out what to do, and solve the mystery if you could really even solve it.
Namjooon just had fun and had no regrets.
Who broke first came as the biggest surprise, it was Yoongi of all people. The one person Namjoon had thought would have enough self-control to never give it away or give into how he was feeling.
It had been a late evening and they had been up to a bit of... fun.
It was one of Namjoon's favourite positions, him on Yoongi's lap while the rapper was sitting in his studio, his long fingers wrapped around both of their cocks as they chased the sweet embrace of orgasm.
Neither of them should be close to cumming just yet, they weren't exactly teenagers anymore, and were supposed to be better at keeping it in their pants and not just burst it early. Namjoon was considering exactly how he would tease Yoongi, after all, being a giant tease was his favourite thing, and often he didn't even have to do it on purpose. He just seemed to have that effect on his boyfriends.
Then, mid consideration as Namjoon raised himself up a bit on his knees to get a better angle on their cocks rubbing together, it was completely accidental that it put his naked chest right in Yoongi's eye line, what happened next was not something that either of them had seemingly expected, as Yoongi groaned, louder than the small noises he would normally let himself let out, as he buried his face in the perfectly there space between Namjoon's pecks, while reaching on hand up, to get a good grip and squeeze out of the left one.
The sound he made was almost inhuman, a noise that Namjoon had never heard the other rapper make in his life, as he came, covering both his hand, Namjoon's cock, Namjoon's stomach and Yoongi's own chest.
Why was Namjoon shirtless, when Yoongi was still fully dressed? That was a question for another day, as he just stared at Yoongi, as the other man was coming down from the most intense orgasm that Namjoon had ever seen him have, and he still wasn't raising his head from where it was comfortably buried between Namjoon's pecs. His other hand was no longer squeezing the other pec, but it didn't seem like he was quite ready to let it go either.
Namjoon's cock was still aching for some form of release, but he was more curious about what had just happened than anything else.
"Yoongi?" Namjoon reached down with the hand he had been using to balance his wait on the chair, to instead run it through the other man's mint-coloured lock. He wanted to ask more questions, wanted to know what had just happened, what was going through the other man's head, plus he didn't want to ruin the afterglow too much, Yoongi seemed to really enjoy it.
Groaning, Yoongi really didn't seem like he wanted to move his head "this is your fault."
"Well, I am always willing to take credit for your orgasms, but I am not sure what I did this time. I don't think I have ever seen you blow this fast, no even the bunny suit and the heels did it for you this fast."
"It's these goddamn... miracles of god." Yoongi was still speaking against Namjoon's skin.
Namjoon couldn't stop himself from giggling, which could be argued, was maybe not the most fitting thing for a man of his age, stature and position in life, but he was not one to deny himself what he wanted.
"So you are finally ready to talk about it?" maybe he sounded a bit smug, actually he definitely sounded smug about it, but it felt good for one of them to finally give in, to no longer just be able to hide it.
Finally, Yoongi raised his head, his expression suspicious as he looked up at Namjoon, "what do you mean with 'finally'?" his tone was that of somebody who was definitely catching onto Namjoon's shit.
There was no trying to lie or even pretend when Yoongi had already sniffed out his tail, "all of you have been staring at my upper chest for months."
Yoongi just stared at him not saying anything for almost a full moment, opening his mouth to speak, closing it again when he decided that whatever he was about to say was not it. Before slowly, oh so slowly accusing Namjoon "you knew, you were leading us on." he sounded so in shock, now it had been revealed everything.
"You were staring at me!" Namjoon decided not to reveal the fact that the reason he knew was because of Jackson, instead letting Yoongi fully believe that he himself had figured it out, "I just thought, since you were all staring so much, I would give you a better view."
"You little..." again he seemed out of words, also seemingly able to forget that they were both half-naked, Namjoon's own erection long since wilted, and cum covering their upper bodies.
Unable to stop himself from snarking back "I don't think you are in any position to call anybody short."
The next moment Namjoon found himself tipped onto the ground, laughing as he landed on his ass, still butt naked "Yoongi! What the hell!" he tried to sound strict, but he was laughing his ass off and he couldn't stop himself from laughing even more as Yoongi burst out.
"You called me short!" which yeah... that was fair.
Of course, it didn't stop there, and Yoongi was nice enough to get Namjoon off afterwards when he was done laughing (Yoongi had a very nice mouth, and said tongue technology got an A+ if you asked Namjoon.)
Yoongi had called him out the second they got home, multiple hours later, because both of them got distracted with first music, then with each other, and then music again, so part of Namjoon had actually just assumed that Yoongi would forget, and they would move on like nothing had happened.
He wasn't sure why he had expected that, maybe it was blind hope.
He didn't get to actually hear them talking, but he was clued into it as Jungkook awkwardly hovered around the door to his workroom after dinner.
"Everything okay Kookie?" Jungkook could get so shy when it came to asking about sexual stuff, which was hilarious, because the second he actually got into it, there was no shyness in him unless you went out of your way to make him shy. Which Namjoon was not mean enough for, he left that to Seokjin who took great pleasure in being a mean dom, Namjoon was no good at that. That, being both the dom part and the mean part. He liked it much better when he was on the receiving side of both.
That would have to wait for a little, as instead, Namjoon's attention was on Jungkook.
The younger singer's cheeks were dusted with red, and he was shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking at Namjoon's forehead instead of into his eyes like he couldn't possibly find his words if he had to meet Namjoon's eyes "I... Uhm..." it was kinda cute, and as much as Namjoon would like to tease him, even if just in a soft way, he took pity on the other man, rolling his chair out from the table, so he could open his arms, offering a hug to Jungkook.
"Maybe easier this way?" Jungkook always seemed to be able to find his words easier.
Just as expected, Jungkook more or less dove for him, getting into his arms as fast as possible. There was just one thing different from how it normally was.
Usually, Jungkook would bury his face in Namjoon's neck, but instead this time, he buried his face between Namjoon's peck, fitting just snuggly there, almost as if his face had always meant to be there.
Namjoon had to try really hard not to giggle, he was pretty sure he knew what was going on now, but he didn't want to take the option for Jungkook to say it away from him, instead, he just ran a soft hand through Jungkook's hair "Wanna talk about it?"
First Jungkook was quiet, just like Yoongi had been. Seemingly unsure of how to bring it up, even if the older rapper has already told them all that Namjoon knew.
Namjoon just let him find his words, which he did in the end "so me and Tae..." Namjoon should have guessed, that Jungkook was not alone in this, instead, he had been sent as it was well known that out of all of his boyfriends, Namjoon had a soft spot and a hard time saying no to Jungkook.
"Just get out with it Kookie, you know it's gonna be fine." he pressed a kiss to the top of Jungkook's head, which was a lot harder than it normally would be, since Jungkook was hiding his face in his chest, instead of his neck like normal.
Finally, Jungkook seemed to have found his words as he finally looked up at Namjoon, his cheeks and ears were flushed and he looked so embarrassed "so Yoongi told us that you uhm... knew, and Taehyung and I thought since you didn't seem to mind if we could uhm... try a thing."
"You know that I am up for trying everything at least once, but I am gonna need you to tell me what it is exactly that you guys want to try." Namjoon had a very good idea of exactly what it was that Jungkook and Taehyung wanted to try, but he was gonna be a brat and force Jungkook to say it fully.
It seemed that finally, he couldn't keep it in anymore, as he just burst out "We want to fuck your tits!"
Well, not exactly what Namjoon had expected, he had thought that they just wanted to grab a feel, that they might just want to bury their face in them like Yoongi had, but this... this could still work.
Okay maybe this could more than work, Namjoon could feel the heat inside of him, as he thought about Jungkook or Taehyung sitting on his chest, pressing his pecs together, sliding their cocks between them, tip aimed towards his face as they eagerly chased a high that only he could give them.
Yeah, that was what Namjoon wanted, it was something he didn't even know he wanted, but god he wanted it so badly,
Maybe the reason that he had let the teasing go on for so long, was because he liked the idea himself, he wanted them that way as well.
"Now that... is definitely something we can try out." the next moment he was kissing Jungkook, the ideas running around in his brains, as Jungkook eagerly kissed him back.
Said tit fucking did not happen that moment exactly, it turned out that they had a whole plan for what they wanted. (not to talk about all the other stuff that the rest of BTS had planned now that everything was out in the open.)
Lazy mornings were apparently more than what Jungkook and Taehyung had planned, there was one thing that the three of them had in common that the rest of BTS didn't, and that was a love of somno.
Whether it was a dick in him, a mouth around his cock, or anything else, Namjoon loved nothing more than waking up, still sleepy, limps heavy and brain foggy, feeling his body being used to pleasure somebody else.
He couldn't explain what it was, it just set some form of fire inside of him, very few things got him as aroused as it did.
Of course, there was talk of consent, and they weren't yet at a place where either one of the three of them dared to do unplanned scenes, even with the use of specific clothing items that showed that they were consenting to an act being done while they were sleeping.
Both Jungkook and Taehyung were struggling not to drool as they were both looking down at their sleeping leader and boyfriend.
Getting a bed made for 7 people while avoiding people finding out that they were all dating was hard, so instead, it was normal for them to be in smaller groups for sleeping. There were no set groups, and nobody ever got left out, so it really was not something that was ever a problem.
It was also why nobody else had questioned when Taehyung and Jungkook had both eagerly claimed a space in Namjoon's bed, making themselves at home there as if they belonged. Which they very much did in both of their heads.
They had a plan, but both were taking at least a bit of time being blown away by the beauty of their boyfriend. Namjoon was still asleep, bare chests, in just his underwear, face relaxed and soft from sleep, caught in a dream that neither of them knew about.
Namjoon was so hot, life really wasn't fair.
They hadn't even done something yet, but Taehyung could already feel his cock straining his loose sleep pants as his eyes zoned in on the pert pecs that Namjoon had worked so hard on.
"So do we just..." Jungkook sounded exactly like Taehyung felt like he had no idea what he had even done to be lucky enough to earn the right to be in this position.
Of course, only one of them could fuck Namjoon's tits at a time, and since the whole draw at this being that Namjoon was asleep, waking up during it, it wasn't like they could just have one of them go after the other, still... they wanted to do this together.
There was just something about it that spoke to them, and they wanted to be in this together. So they had done the most mature and intelligent thing they knew off to decide who got to really do the deed, also known as they rock paper scissored for it.
Taehyung ended up winning fair and square, but it didn't stop Jungkook from whining like a brat, and asking for best out of three, which Taehyung denied, he was not gonna risk giving up what he had clearly won fair and square.
So there they were, in just their underwear, hard as a rock without anything having happened yet, staring down at their sleeping boyfriend, ready to finally fill one of their biggest kinks that they had only thought they could dream about.
Luckily it was not their first rodeo when it came to somno, so there wasn't much hesitation, "you sure you still want the front?" Jungkook asked as if Taehyung was suddenly just gonna go ' yeah you know that thing we have both been daydreaming about every time Namjoon took his shirt off to sleep, yeah I no longer want that, you can have my spot.'
Taehyung didn't even answer him at first, instead just glared at him, before looking back at Namjoon "don't even try it, I won fair and square, you just wanna cheat so you can get a turn! I want my turn!" It was a childish argument, but it was very much them.
It didn't stop them both from still being turned on, the two of them were good at squabbling like brats while having sex, and the rest of BTS was forever both impressed and disturbed by them.
Perfectly balanced, as everything should be.
It didn't take them much work to get off the small pieces of clothes that they were still wearing, but it was a bit more of a challenge to keep their hands off their cocks, tension building in their bodies, as they really took in what was gonna happen.
Maybe they should have jerked off in the shower, maybe they should have had sex the night before, maybe they wouldn't be so damn strung up.
This was not gonna last long, both of them knew that, but the denial was strong, and they both liked to believe themselves as some form of sex gods, as they grabbed onto lube, getting ready for the long-awaited plan.
Namjoon was warm and comfortable as he slowly started to wake up, he could feel the tingle and slow lazy drawl of pleasure filling his body, showing that he was already aroused as he was waking up.
It was the best feeling he knew, as he slowly started to take in what was happening around him. There was a weight at his chest, and his thighs were being held up, and pressed together tightly.
That was the first thing he noticed, the next thing was the sounds, soft moans and groans, getting slowly louder, together with the wet noises of skin against skin.
Then came the feelings of his pecs being pushed together, as a cock slid between them, picking up speed slowly, from lazy thrusts to the eager need of a man chasing orgasm. That was enough to get Namjoon to slowly open his eyes with a lazy soft moan.
The view he was greeted with was far from something he could complain about, he hadn't known exactly who would be fucking his chest, he liked surprises after all. It was Taehyung on his chest, eagerly sliding his cock between Namjoon's pecs that he was pressing together. The head was aimed perfectly, so when he would burst soon, there was no doubt that he would finish all over Namjoon's face.
Jungkook was the one who had bent Namjoon's thighs, pushing them together as he eagerly fucked them, every push of his hips rubbing the tip of his cock against Namjoon's still covered dick.
It was perfect just the way it was, as he yawned out still tired, all his limbs feeling heavy "morning loves."
It was a testament to just how often they had done stuff like this, that neither Jungkook nor Taehyung lost the tempo of their hips, nor even missing a single beat.
Lazy and still half asleep, "You close?" it wasn't for any of them specific, maybe it was really for both of them, he could read their bodies so well, even when half asleep.
"Ye..-yeah." came the stuttered answer from Jungkook, and while Namjoon couldn't see him, but he knew him well enough to know that he was resting his forehead against Taehyung's back, needing the ground effect of somebody near him, as his hips speed up, desperately fucking Namjoon's thighs.
Taehyung didn't say anything, but he didn't need to, Namjoon could easily read him. His thrusts were getting desperate and his thighs were shaking. His eyes were wide, eager and needy, as he chased his orgasm.
His mouth was hanging open, and Namjoon was honestly a little surprised that he wasn't drooling, but mostly Namjoon was considering going back to sleep, he was so warm and comfortable. He loved the pleasure his body could give to his boyfriends, every moment more perfect than the last.
Lazy pleasure, the rub of Taehyung's cock between his tits, Jungkook eagerly finding his pleasure between his thighs, the barest of the tip of his prick rubbing against Namjoon's in just the smallest little tinges of pleasure.
He was struggling to keep his eyes open, everything was just so perfect as he blinked lazily "you can cum, it's okay." it was all he needed to say, dropping his mouth open just a bit to show exactly where it was that he wanted Taehyung to cum.
Just as expected, it was all it took for Taehyung and seemingly Jungkook as well, while he hadn't been the target of Namjoon's little words he was just as much of a simp as Taehyung was, easily falling into the spell of Namjoon's words, moaning out and a high whiny tone as he came all over Namjoon's thighs, pushing Taehyung down with him as well.
The first spurt of cum under up over Namjoon's throat and lower face, including a decent amount in Namjoon's lazily open mouth, tongue sticking out to welcome the gift he was more than happy to receive.
The next spurt easily covered the rest of his face, creating an image that Taehyung was sure was actually a gift from God, there was no other way around it, as the last pathetic spurt from his cock slid from him covering those glorious chests in thick white cum.
His poor cock tried hard to get hard again at the view he had, as he groaned, trying his best not to collapse. Taehyung really was useless after orgasm, especially when Namjoon blinked a few times, clumps of cum stuck to his eyelashes as he licked his lips "you need to eat more fruit."
All Taehyung could do was laugh, they all loved this man so much, even when he was a sleepy brat
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