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With his arms crossed in front of his chest, Jimin, who’s already been styled and prepped for the scene, watches many staff members zoom across the room, putting up fake walls, counters, tables, chairs, and decor. Creating a coffee shop that he is to be filmed in, which is just one of three scenes he agreed to be fucked in by Jeon Jungkook, his coworker.
The idea was pitched to him, Taehyung, and Jungkook all at the same time by Hoseok, their manager at the adult video company they all work under, who wanted to explore a different concept that has become a tad popular in the adult film world.
The concept he came up with after being introduced to it by their rival company, is Time stop. A CNC roleplay of a pervert stopping time to fuck someone they find highly attractive, although when he presented the idea to the three pornstars it came out differently.
“Kook will be the one doing the fucking in the first three scenes. He’ll be gifted a watch that magically stops time, I’ll work out the details for that, and he’ll use it to fuck you, Jimin, and you, Taetae.”
Jimin glances over at Jungkook, ignoring the 18-plus gesture his manager is making with his hands as he explains the rough draft of how all of his time stopping porno scenes are to be played out. They eye each other, one looking cheeky while Jimin looks bored, yet relaxed with Taehyung all clung to his side and laughing a little at Hoseok as he moves one hand in and out of the circle he formed with the other.
“In the fourth scene, you guys, Tae and Jimin, will end up taking control of the watch. I’ll work out the details and email you about them later, anyways, you guys will stop time and fuck Jungkook however you please.”
Hoseok’s mouth is wide and his eyes are full of excitement at this idea. He’s seen it play out, watched a few videos he’s openly admitted to enjoying, and wanted to give it a try with his top three stars in the company. What makes it even better is that Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook had filmed something together at one point. Not only did those videos do wonders and granted them and himself bonus checks, but their chemistry amongst each other is astonishing. Probably because Taehyung and Jimin have been best friends for years and Jungkook has known them well since he joined the company a few years back.
“What do you think? Is it something you guys would be willing to film, especially four scenes of?”
Jimin would have disagreed. It was a morally grey concept in this industry, but that smirk on Jungkook’s face and the agreement that left Taehyung’s lips made it hard to refuse, so he said yes. He’s sure that their trio video together will have extra amounts of cash appearing in his bank account.
Jungkook comes around the corner, wearing some grey sweats and a white t-shirt that shows off the tattoos that decorate his arm, although Jimin’s eyes don’t take them in first. No, he stares down at the sweats the man wears, the ones that have him swallowing as they outline what he will be filled with later on.
“Eyes up here”, Jungkook teasingly tells Jimin, who looks up to find that damn smirk back on his face.
“Is that what you’re wearing to film or did you just arrive”, Jimin asks, arms still folded in front of his chest, but his eyes move away from the bulked-up boy, going back to take in the coffee shop that seems finished. What’s now being worked on is the lighting and various cameras that are placed at every discreet angle.
“Been dressed in it”, Jungkook answers and he stands so close to Jimin that his cologne distracts him, having him briefly bite at his lower lip and inch a step closer to him.
“My character is supposed to be a nerd who doesn’t know how to dress, while your character”, Jungkook turns to Jimin, smiling at him. “Your character is supposed to be a bit of an ass. Asking me out, only for me to show up and you are on a hangout session with your friend.”
“Don’t worry, we keep you around”, Jimin says back, smiling smugly at Jungkook who’s faking offense to what his character has to go through.
“Yeah, and use you for money. Free snacks and coffee, sounds like a relaxing day to me”, Taehyung says playfully, showing up to the left of the duo with a casually cute fit on. He wraps his arms around Jimin, pulling the boy against his body and laying his chin on top of his shoulder.
“Hi, Tae”, Jimin greets the boy with a beaming smile, and he softly pets his head, earning a soft giggle and head snuggle from him.
“You all look ready to shoot”, Hoseok says loudly as he walks up to the trio after inspecting the set, making sure it looks exactly like a real-life coffee shop and no cameras are out of place. Lighting will be adjusted in between takes, but so far everything seems set.
“Jimin and Kook, remember it’ll just be the two of you in this scene for today. Tomorrow, it’ll be Tae and Kook, and the third and fourth scenes will be all of you.”
Taehyung nods, “Right, today I just sit still and look pretty as my best friend is rawed right in front of me.”
“Right”, Hoseok lightly laughs and he pats Jungkook on the shoulder.
“We are gonna run a few camera and audio tests then start filming. Please, get into your places and wait for your cues.”
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The day before, a boy with short black hair that framed his face in such a seductive manner approached Jungkook. His soft hand lightly ran up his arm, tracing out pieces of the designs that covered it as he got closer and closer, smiling up at him in such an alluring way it had Jungkook wanting to fall onto his knees. His glasses fogged up from his own hot breath that he kept puffing out so fast, encaptivated by the hot man before him who was showing him so much attention.
The man made sure they kept eye contact, even though Jungkook kept shying away. He combed his fingers through his hair, and held his jaw, keeping Jungkook mesmerized and insanely turned on. Then the question was asked, something Jungkook never thought a person like Jimin would ask a person like him. He was wearing baggy clothes and thick glasses with his hair tousled since he didn’t give a shit about styling it.
Jungkook didn’t think he looked like the guys a boy like Jimin would try to flirt with, but here he is, outside the high-end coffee shop he was requested to meet at for their date. Now, he’s dressed a tad nicer, in his opinion, wearing a tight white shirt that shows off his tattoos and the bit of muscles he’s packed on from various workouts with his personal trainer, and a pair of sweatpants he thought would make him look more appealing. He’s seen many viral videos of grey sweats turning people on and decided to try that theory out on his hot date.
He walks in, adjusting his round glasses, and spots Jimin sitting at a table right in the center of the shop with some attractive blonde right across from him. He walks over, confused and even more nervous than he was outside the shop, and shyly greets Jimin. Jimin stands with his smile taking up most of his face as he pulls Jungkook close to him and introduces him to his friend, Taehyung, whom he’s known for years.
“Oh, before you sit, can you grab us some drinks? I want a caramel macchiato and Taehyung will have a vanilla bean with extra whipped cream”, Jimin informs Jungkook before he can even decline such a request. Instead, he’s lightly shoved in the direction of the counter as Jimin takes his seat and resumes the conversation he was having before Jungkook arrived.
It shocks Kook and has him looking back confused, but he pushes such a feeling to the back of his mind. Maybe this is just a test or perhaps this is normally how first dates go, so with that thinking, Jungkook does as requested. The only problem with going with the one-sided flow earlier is that it continues. Once drinks are purchased and placed in front of the duo, Jungkook is only given five minutes to sit before another request is asked, this time by Taehyung only, with Jimin giving him pleading eyes and a light stroke up his arm to fulfill it.
Next, he’s only sat for ten minutes, with no conversation directed at him before Jimin is wanting him to buy something else, again. this time it's a slice of cake he and Taehyung would like to share from the bakery next door. Jimin gives him a small peck on the cheek with a hand that lightly grips his thigh so close to where he wants Jimin to actually touch.
That has him up and out of his seat, but the second he makes it out of the shop with the slice of cake in hand, he realizes he might be getting used. Not once has he been able to join their conversation, or talk with Jimin alone like how it was supposed to be, and on top of all that, he has just been their little cash cow all day, buying them things he’s been manipulated into purchasing. It sours his mood and has him glaring at the opening of the shop just as some guy comes running by.
He spots Jungkook and pushes a watch into his hand, telling him to use it well and don’t get foolishly caught with its power, before hurdling off down an alleyway. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow as he stares at the red watch, wondering what's so special about it. It ticks normally and looks like a regular set of jewelry, but such an accessory doesn’t distract him from the issue at hand.
He walks into the shop, cake still in hand while the other squeezes the watch, accidentally pressing a button on it and making everything stop around him. It spooks him that no one is moving, everyone is stuck in a pose that they wouldn’t be able to hold long if they were faking it. He walks around the area, touching liquid that's in mid-pour, poking at people's faces to see if they’ll flinch or move at all, before getting back to Jimin and his friend that is having such a good time without him, making him feel like a third wheel on this date.
Jungkook looks at the watch, holds it so delicately in his hand now, and is full of thoughts on how this could all be happening, but then other questioning ideas arise in his head when his eyes shift back to Jimin. Ideas about this man, this selfish man, and how he is going to pay for treating him like trash. So he slaps the watch on his wrist and secures it in place on his way back to the entrance. He presses a button and the world resumes, everyone going about their day like they weren’t just trapped in time.
Jungkook walks back to the table, smiles at the two men, and places the cake down before them as he retakes his seat. He’ll give Jimin a second chance. A chance to include him, to not ignore him, to even send his friend away finally so they can be alone.
The clock ticks and minutes move on by quickly and Jungkook learns he’s just a servant to the two after Taehyung excuses himself to the bathroom and Jimin tags along with him after asking Jungkook in such a sweet tone to clean up the table a bit for when they get back. It makes Jungkook grit his teeth but he nods his head and does as told, while already having in mind what he can do to get back at Jimin, the main fault of this situation.
Jungkook lets the boys settle back down, laughing amongst each other with not one of them sparing a glance at him. When he’s had enough, Jungkook presses the button on the watch and watches how everyone and everything in the shop, minus him, stops in place. There’s no more sound and no more movement. Just endless stillness.
Jungkook glares at Jimin, eyes only briefly shifting to Taehyung who has such a beaming expression on his face, happy about whatever they were discussing before he halted their conversation. Jimin was the one talking, glossy lips open in such an uppity manner, talking about who knows what that Jungkook was blatantly excluded from.
“You asked me out,” Jungkook says, finally saying a whole sentence this evening after being shunned or cut off to go grab something for the duo.
“This was supposed to be a date.” Jungkook leans forward, hands gripping his sweatpants, scrunching up the fabric as anger boils inside him about how this event played out. He really should have just left, maybe even asked for his money back and used the watch to smear cake over the boys’ faces or dump their cold drinks on their heads, but he stayed. He had hoped that Jimin would be nice to him because he was being so kind to him, and was doing what he asked of him without any complaints.
“I’m just a cash cow to you.” At those words, Jungkook grabs Jimin by the jaw and turns his face to face him, looking into his bright brown eyes that have not once looked at him in such a way. He looks closely into those eyes, watching them carefully like they’ll blink or move any time soon but the magic in the watch, the power it has, keeps them open and still, looking distant but still full of the delight he had before time froze.
“Not that you care, but I only stayed because you’re pretty,” Jungkook admits to the frozen boy, eyes looking from his brown ones to his plump pink lips that have been reglossed. Now they shine and pull Jungkook closer, provoking him to do something he feels he shouldn’t, but after what he’s been used as he feels he deserves what he’s thinking.
So without further questioning, Jungkook surges forward after squishing Jimin’s lips closed into a pout, and kisses him. It’s a quick peck that gets repeated again and again, each press against Jimin’s lips becoming longer and longer, melting the sourness he had fogging his brain as his body moves closer and closer for more.
It’s such an addicting rush, to finally be able to kiss the pretty boy that asked him out, to touch him as he pleases. This is all he wanted, this is what Jimin had led him to believe he’d get, only to be cast aside and used for nothing more than his money.
With one hand still keeping Jimin’s face in place, which he knows won’t move any time soon, his other hand, which moves with slight hesitance, moves forward, running up Jimin’s tight jean-covered thighs. He squeezes the flesh with each inch up, delighted in the way Jimin feels under his touch. It tempts him to do more, to test out how far he can go with this newfound power, to make Jimin pay up while his cute friend watches.
Jungkook sits back, turns Jimin’s face forward, and presses a button on his watch, allowing the world to resume a little longer, just to see if any of his actions are truly registered by Jimin. He watches, looks at how the two continue to chat after a minor pause on Jimin’s end about his gloss, and concludes that whatever he does will truly be his little secret. So he stops time again and happily gets out of his seat to have some more fun.
Jungkook stands in front of Jimin who can’t pay him any mind. His body was facing his friend, but with a little help from Jungkook, his chair was twirled around so his happy expression is all set on him, and since he’s seated, he's at the perfect height.
“You sure do a lot of talking with that pretty mouth of yours,” Jungkook says, licking off the cherry gloss he had kissed off of Jimin earlier, who didn’t even notice was on him when he had resumed time. Shows just how much attention he was actually getting on this so-called date.
“Why don’t we show you friend its other uses,” Jungkook says slyly, excitement running through his veins on what’s to come, on what he’s able to do. The minute he saw Jimin with his enticing brown eyes and silky black hair and nice ass, he wanted that boy under him. He thought that would only be a fantasy in his imagination, but now he can play out the scenario.
Jungkook combs his fingers through Jimin’s hair, stepping towards him as he gets a good grip of it, then smoothly tilts it back, exposing his neck as he presses his fingers inside the boy’s mouth to widen it for better access.
“This whole afternoon the only words I heard from you were requests to buy you and your friend things. I don’t think you even know my name.”
That familiar anger that fueled Jungkook earlier comes back, making him exhale deeply as his eyes trace down Jimin’s throat, wondering how fucking nice it’ll look stuffed with his cock.
“I bet this will make you remember me,” Jungkook says, knowing that his words aren’t getting through to Jimin at all. Right now, Jimin’s nothing but a doll to him.
Jungkook pulls down his sweats and underwear, allowing his dick to come out. It's semi-hard, still hanging a little low but definitely excited from the small makeout session he had with Jimin minutes ago. He strokes it, eyes looking over at Taehyung and his unchanged happy expression while Jimin's mouth is wide open with his tongue hanging out. Salvia drips off it in huge droplets, falling onto his lap, making a small puddle Jungkook is about to enlarge.
With a few quick strokes to his cock as he stares down at Jimin’s pretty face, he gets fully hard and ready. His cock glistens at the tip and he leans forward, angling Jimin’s head down, and smearing the substance across his pink lips, making them shine. It makes a laugh bubble out of him as excitement shoots down between him, making his manhood twitch in his hold.
Jungkook loosens his hold on his cock and slaps the tip of it against Jimin’s awaiting tongue, hitting once, twice while he stares deeply into the man’s eyes. It makes him feel tingly all over that he has a pretty boy such as Jimin right where he wants him.
“So pretty,” Jungkook compliments, his voice soft as he slides the rest of himself in and watches the way Jimin’s mouth widens to fit more and more of him. It is an enticing sight, but the feeling of it has him dizzy like he just took shots of bitter alcohol that has him feeling so more open to party.
He swallows, jaw tight as he puts both hands on Jimin’s head, holding him in place as he starts to pull his hips back and slowly push them back forward, watching how his cock rubs against the boy’s saliva-dripping tongue. It makes him swallow again, has his eyes wanting to flutter shut, has him wanting to break restraint and just do what he’s been dying to do since they talked.
After one agonizingly slow pull out, he bucks his hips forward, burying himself inside Jimin’s slutty mouth, and watches the way it bulges in his throat for just a few seconds before pulling back out.
Not one gag sputters out of Jimin, but tears do start to brim the corner of his eyes, yet he can’t do anything. He’s not able to do anything but sit there and take it, and he doesn’t even know what he’s being meant to take.
Jungkook sucks in a quick breath, breathing coming out as stuttered pants as he moves faster and faster. Moans spill out of him and words of admiration about how good Jimin is taking it, how fucking slutty his mouth is, and how it was just made to take his fat cock. It feels wonderful, intoxicatingly so.
Salvia mixes with precum, dribbles over Jimin’s bottom lip and the corners of his mouth, flooding down his chin and drenching his pants and the floor that lies beneath. It gets messier and messier, even the sounds. By this point, it sounds like stifled gags and squelching noises as Jungkook fucks into Jimin’s mouth without a fucking care for the other’s physical being.
His hands tighten in Jimin’s hair, holding onto it tight when his hips begin to stutter. He slows them down, makes his movements linger a little longer as he fucks Jimin’s throat at a moderately slow pace, making sure the other will feel all this when he eventually resumes time.
After one pump, two, he stops with Jimin's nose brushing against his pubes and his cock expanding his bruised throat. He stays there for what feels like minutes, before pulling back and taking hold of himself as cum spews from his heated cock, landing inside Jimin’s widened mouth and across his flushed face, some of it even drips down onto his lap, joining the mess already there and bringing attention to a bulge in Jimin's pants that Jungkook hadn’t noticed before.
“Your body still responds while frozen?”
Jungkook asks, mostly to himself, in such a breathless manner as he steps back, gazing down at the covered erection in Jimin’s tight red pants he has to adjust his glasses to get a better view of. His own cock has yet to soften, still fully ready to do whatever this newfound power will allow him to do to Jimin. He is running on endless amounts of time and he’s using it to take what he’s owed.
Jungkook pulls Jimin up onto his feet and pulls him over to stand in front of his friend. Once positioned, he scoots Taehyung's chair around to face them, making sure he sees every little thing he does, or at least looks like he’s doing it.
Once positioned, Jungkook moves back to Jimin, standing directly behind him. He presses against him, allowing his cock to prod against his lower back as he fumbles with his pants. After unzipping Jimin’s jeans, he lowers them down along with his underwear then pulls his shirt off, tossing it over into Taehyung’s lap to hold.
Jungkook's chin lays on Jimin’s shoulder, eyes looking down at his cock that stands so proudly and already dripping at the tip. Such a neglected thing that already looks close to bursting.
“So cute, I wonder…” Jungkook's thoughts go back to being mental as he looks from Jimin to his erection, wrapping one hand around the thick length. He swallows lightly and starts to move his hand, thumb tapping at the tip and rubbing against it, smearing dribbles of precum that formed on it.
He watches Jimin’s cum decorated face and looks at the way it has gotten so messy thanks to him, but he looks to see if there is any shift in his expression. His hand around Jimin’s cock moves slowly at first, but he's trying to provoke a reaction out of him, wondering if it’s possible to get one so he moves his hand faster and faster. He lavishes in the way squelching noises come from Jimin’s cock the more precum he collects, till stroking becomes a smoother and sloppier task.
It is exciting to see that Jimin’s body still is capable of reacting to his touch. It makes him want to do more, and he does.
Jungkook pulls his hand off Jimin’s wet, needy cock and bends the boy over, having him rest his hands on his friend’s shoulders, having them make eye contact with each other while he gets behind Jimin and crouches down.
“No, no. Talk. I’ll busy myself”, Jungkook says in a condescending tone, but he laughs afterward, finding this situation so funny. He is definitely getting the attention he wants now.
Jungkook pats Jimin’s ass with his clean hand, watching it jiggle in response. It puts a smirk on his face as he hits harder and harder in the same spot till a bright red mark forms. It makes a smile break out on his face as he takes in the man’s pretty body. So petite with such a small waist and round ass, with such nice plump lips that Jungkook would love to be buried back inside of, but back here is something he wants to try out too. After all, his main objective for today was to get Jimin under him.
With his pre-cum cover hand, he smears the substance over Jimin’s smacked ass till he gets to his hole. He rubs his fingers against it, and feels it twitch in response to his touches, luring him closer and closer. As he inches forward, he takes off his glasses and places them on the empty chair next to him.
“I bet you taste good,” Jungkook says quietly, eyes not once looking away from Park Jimin’s cute hole. He swallows as he moves his head forward, his tongue already sticking out as he clenches one ass cheek and pulls it to the side some to get better access. A muffled moan escapes out of Jungkook so shamelessly as he mouths at Jimin’s hole that flutters and twitches in return. It makes him want to laugh, to tease but damn it tastes so good.
He takes in more and more, using his tongue to lap at the tight ring of flesh before his tongue dips into it with a drawn-out groan. Walls clench around his tongue as he starts to fuck it, thrusting his tongue in and out. His own cock lays in his hand, twitching, dripping, straining to be touched as he gives Jimin all his attention. Saliva dribbles down his taint, getting onto Jimin’s balls and it runs down his inner thighs, making his entrance a sloppy mess.
Jungkook is eating Jimin out so well that he almost pulls back to laugh loudly at such a fact that Jimin will never get to know. If he wasn’t just using Jungkook as a cash cow, he would have gotten to know how skilled this four-eyed nerd is.
Jungkook’s moan seeps out as he gets Jimin all loose for him, having fun tasting the pretty boy and feeling his pretty hole respond back to him, clenching, twitching, and relaxing.
“Fuck, I want more,” Jungkook breaths out, licking his lips and ending the line of threads that connected him to Jimin’s plump ass. He gives it another smack and stands up, with his cock hot and heavy in his hand, aching to be buried inside Jimin’s warmth.
Jungkook comes back around to Jimin’s front, kissing the boy a few times, making him taste himself by swapping spit, before situating himself behind him again. He doesn’t lift Jimin, he keeps him balancing on his friend’s shoulders. He does grip him by the hip while his other hand angles him just right before his cock starts gliding inside Jimin’s wet heat.
It has him biting his bottom lip, taking in a quick inhale and he only releases it when he bottoms out.
“Fuck”, Jungkook groans out as he takes hold of Jimin’s waist, both hands now on him as he begins to rock his hips, not caring about anything but the very pleasure he’s receiving right now.
“This is…the only reason-”, Jungkook starts and his voice comes out deep and breathless as he thrusts inside Jimin, fucking his pretty little hole how he wants.
“-I stuck around.” Jungkook finishes with a grunt that follows after, as he looks down at the way they connect. Such a smooth glide that has his fingers twitching and his toes curling with each clench of Jimin’s hole, that's trying its best to stop him from pulling out.
“Your fucking hole is giving me more attention than you have all damn day,” Jungkook says and a short laugh bursts from him. It’s breathless and hot and gets overshadowed by the moans that spill from him as he moves faster, now caught in the intoxicating feeling of Jimin’s insides.
His hands tighten on Jimin as he pushes in more and more. His eyes close, and his feet lift up a bit off the ground as he rams into Jimin with all his strength, trapped in the way Jimin is making him feel. Hot electricity filters throughout his body with each rut of his hips. His words start to slur, his cock twitches shamelessly, and the pit of his stomach gets that familiar seeping hot feeling inside him.
It’s too good, too good and he can’t stop.
While he’s fucking into Jimin, using him as he pleases, Jimin's wide mouth expression from being mouth fucked remains as his friends stares at him so cheerily, both unable to register what taking place, even the people around them that stand eerily still with only the sound of skin against skin and throaty moans ringing through the shop.
“Hah, fuck, Fuck”, Jungkook moans out, whimpering even as he gets closer and closer but he stops. He pulls out and manhandles Jimin onto the table, laying him flat on his back with his legs spread wide open for Jungkook. Jungkook wastes no time sliding back in, burying himself to the hilt while staring down at the hot boy who had asked him out.
He grabs a hold of Jimin’s thighs, pushing them forward, folding the boy in half as he fucks into him. The table rattles and all the things that had been on top of it eventually topple off it, but Jungkook doesn’t give a shit. All he cares about is fucking Jimin, the orgasms he’s chasing after, and once he sees that Jimin has come from his fucking, from his touches alone, he can’t hold back anymore.
Jungkook lets out a loud whiny moan, burying himself inside Jimin with his nails pressing into the man’s thighs as his hips stay tense and his cock pulses, emptying itself inside Jimin’s spasming hole.
A minute or a few passes by before Jungkook pulls out, breathless and all as he looks over his work and the cum covered Jimin before him.
He breathlessly chuckles and takes a seat, resting them for however long he allows himself, before he gets up and cleans the mess he made. It takes a bit, but he eventually places everything back on the table, cleans up Jimin, and redresses him, before sitting him back in his seat. He even makes sure to turn Taehyung's seat back around before taking his spot again and pressing the button that resumes time on his watch.
This time, a blush appears on Jimin's face, a deep red one that has Jungkook amazed, but he’s far too tired to react. He just sits quietly, watches how Jimin swallows, touches his throat, and squirms in his seat, before quickly and frantically excusing himself to the bathroom.
Jungkook lightly sighs but smiles nonetheless at Taehyung, who was looking concerned at the direction his friend ran off in.
“I should go. Jimin has my number, call me when you need me to buy more stuff,” Jungkook says sarcastically, before heading off. On the way out the door, he kisses his watch, loving this newfound power he was given.
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After Jungkook's supposed departure, Hoseok yells cut and starts looking over the footage for anything they may have to retape. Jungkook emerges back onto the set from one angle, with Jimin making his way back from another. A staff member speeds over to Jimin, gifting him a bottle of water, then hands one to Taehyung and Jungkook before taking their leave to do other work.
Jungkook watches Jimin drink down his beverage, a smirk on his lips while Jimin just stares back at him with glaring eyes. He may have gone a bit far, but fucking Jimin always feels so fantasy-like, and it doesn't help that they haven't been given a lot of filming time together this past few months, so he may have used this one to his advantage.
“You did good. I’m surprised you didn’t move that often”, Jungkook says, praising the boy as he comes over to him.
Jimin swallows and lets out a sigh, his body still buzzing from the shoot. Not only did he have to fake being frozen for so long, but Jungkook had to do so much to him while he was strictly told he mustn’t react. Trying to make sure to not blink was tough, trying hard to not gag and pull back was rough. Not to mention that Jungkook was fucking him so well that it took all his strength to not move or moan in reaction so he wouldn’t be scolded for having to reshoot the scene.
“You’re telling me, but you two are amazing together,” Taehyung praises the duo, gawking at them as he makes his way over to the two. Taehyung had his fair share of films amongst the two, so he knows what they are capable of from a personal standpoint, yet seeing them play things out in person together is still so fascinatingly hot. Taehyung was strictly told for this scene only that he is to sit still and look pretty. Well, he did just that perfectly while getting a noticeable-sized boner from watching Jimin resist the urge to moan and push back against Jungkook while Jungkook fucked into him so madly.
“Really fucking hot, you two.” Taehyung also knows that he isn’t the only person to suffer. Many of the background actors who are being paid to just stand there and look pretty have scurried off to the bathrooms the second the word cut was yelled.
“Thanks”, Jimin and Jungkook say at the same time. They look at each other for a second before smiles take over their faces.
“Your shoot is tomorrow, Tae. Think you can handle it,” Jimin asks and his voice comes out hoarse. He’s in dire need of some tea with honey and a night's rest.
“Today’s shoot was like a warm-up. I’m definitely ready to take on the big boy here, again,” Taehyung says with a little sass and pats Jungkook’s toned stomach, grinning at the boy who smirks back at him.
“Looking forward to it, Taetae,” Jungkook tells him before taking his leave.
“Text me where to eat tonight, it’s on me,” Jungkook says loudly to the two before making his way out the door. Hoseok had given them a silent thumbs up, meaning they could go, the shoot went great, and he’ll be talking about it at today’s group dinner.
“It should be,” Jimin says and flinches a little at the sound and feel of the strain in his voice. Jungkook really did a number on him, but he can’t deny he didn’t love it. He was able to cum untouched, and that wasn’t even part of the script.
“Let's get washed up and then check out that barbeque place Yoongi-hyung keeps talking about.”
Jimin nods and lets Taehyung do most of the talking for the rest of the day. He is so glad he doesn’t have anything to film other than being a supporting character while Taehyung gets rammed tomorrow.