{bangtan; taehyung/jeongguk} my world only has you in it [i/iv]
my world only has you in it
taehyung/jeongguk, side!seokjin/jimin // nc-17 // ~28.9k // graphic sex [Spoiler (click to open)]including rimming, 69ing, bondage, orgasm denial, barebacking, and references to facials and more kinks; both characters are aged up (approx university third years) and legal
when taehyung signed on at bts entertainment, he just thought he'd start getting laid a lot more. then he films with jeon jeongguk. porn star!au. (for carboxyls, you've been through so much for me)
Kim Taehyung, alias "V," is good at sex. He knows this, his viewers sure as hell know this, and his directors know this too - so when the film proposals come rolling into his manager's lap, there's not much Taehyung can do besides flash that smile and say yes.
He starts from the live cam shows as all of the new boys do, jerking off in front of the camera and coming with a throaty moan, getting his jizz everywhere. The comment boxes explode with encouragement and pleads for more, and it isn't long before Taehyung's worked through a wild assortment of sex toys and is hitting the big screen, more solo shows but also his first scenes with the other porn stars at BTS Entertainment.
Seokjin - all broad shoulders and height and a big cock to match - practically bends Taehyung in half and Taehyung plays it up, writhing and moaning "Yes, Jin, yes, fuck" breathlessly. He calls Namjoon 'Professor' and gets down on his knees for that A grade, and a dance practice turns into something else just as fun and strenuous when Taehyung does his first set with Jung Hoseok. It's all good, really. He fucks and is fucked and when he meets Park Jimin, resident babe and holder of the '#1 Most Played Videos' title, their chemistry onscreen sparks a trilogy of films because the viewers just can't get enough. One word - bondage.
So yeah. It's hella good. He looks hot on cam while getting enough money to move out of the dorms and milk his new apartment for all its worth, with enough leftover to save some and ditch that instant ramen life (jokes, sometimes a bowl of ramen is too good to abandon). And if Taehyung can bestow higher quality orgasms upon the world while climbing the ranks to beat out Jimin, why the fuck not?
When Taehyung rolls into his latest shoot, limber and cheerful, the boy sitting in his co-star's chair isn't someone he recognizes. "Fresh blood?" he asks his manager, a man named Jo Kwon who owns the highest heels Taehyung has ever seen and has more than enough sass to match.
"Some of the best," Jo Kwon says with satisfaction. "Jeon Jeongguk. You should see the girls cry over him. He just joined recently but already rumor has it no one walks away from one of his sets without a boner to deal with, so imagine how it'll feel to film with him."
Rumors fly rampant in their industry, and in Taehyung's experience, they've ranged from wildly false (that guy's dick was not an anaconda but more like a tadpole, bye) to wildly true (that other guy, Suga, does rim like a god. Taehyung came twice, sobbing, before he even got some dick up his ass, and he's never forgotten it). He'll just have to find out for himself how this Jeongguk guy is in the sack, then.
"Hey there," Taehyung says, settling in his own chair next to Jeongguk's. He's always find it fucking hilarious how they get chairs like actors do for cinema-appropriate films, but he's more than willing to humor the CEO's sense of humor. His job is great.
Jeongguk flicks his eyes up from the script in his lap and settles on Taehyung for a few moments before sliding his gaze back down. "Hello," he says coolly.
Damn, he better warm the fuck up once they're on set, Taehyung thinks to himself, because he's not gonna get hot and heavy with this dude if he wants to act like an iceberg. It does help, however, that Jeongguk's gorgeous, probably one of the best looking guys Taehyung's ever filmed with - or is going to film with, anyways - and say what you will, that always helps. Definitely. The best part of Jeongguk is he's Taehyung's type, torso and shoulders deliciously broad in his t-shirt (though no one's ever going to hold a candle to Kim Seokjin. Taehyung sighs dreamily and allows himself a moment to reminisce about his debut film.) and eyes dark and serious, because Taehyung loves riling those guys up most. Finding out what makes them tick, playing them in circles before wrapping them around his pinky finger. It doesn't even bother him that Jeongguk isn't a conversation-making guy.
The set-up is simple enough - and not too lowkey creepy, because once Jimin solemnly told him about this threesome film he did where he was getting it on with one guy in the back of his car only to get a creeper watching them through the window, only to somehow join them inside the house. Yeah, no. Jeongguk is just some guy who'll walk into Taehyung's hotel room and they're gonna have lots of sex and it'll be that. Viewers don't watch for plot, after all. (There's a sequel in talks for outdoor semi-public sex, if this goes well, which Taehyung would totally be game for.)
Taehyung sits obediently on the bed, cross-legged in these extra tiny red shorts that they shoved into his hands, Jo Kwon smiling beatifically at him as Taehyung went to go change. Jeongguk's got a bit more on than he does, a flannel layered over the shirt he was originally wearing and these dark wash jeans that hug his thighs just right. Taehyung wipes away his drool sneakily and ogles Jeongguk's ass instead, because it's not Jimin's ass, but it's damn nice. He hasn't been this game for a shoot since they told him he was gonna fuck Mr. #1.
"Okay," bellows the director, the cameramen shuffling into place at his orders. "Jeongguk, wait on the other side of that door. We'll tell you when to come in, and make sure to knock. And Taehyung, I need you sprawled on the bed."
Taehyung obeys, relaxing so his limbs go loose and languid and props one knee up as instructed, letting his thighs fall open. He's supposed to be napping and having a hot sexy dream, only to wake up hard when Jeongguk knocks to be let in. Sometimes porn stars will have someone on the side to jerk them off and get them ready to perform, but Taehyung's long proved he doesn't need fluffers.
Today it's even easier than usual, picturing Jeongguk's long-fingered, wide-palmed hands around his cock, the soft pants Taehyung will wrangle into whimpers and whines of his name. Yeah, he can feel himself at the beginnings of getting hard already. Perks of having a vivid imagination. He clears his first solo scene easy, rubbing himself through his shorts as if in sleep, and then Jeongguk's knock comes.
He startles awake. Stumbles off the bed and into the hallway, pauses so the cameras can adjust to get the right angle of his boner in his shorts, then goes to answer the door.
Jeongguk's on the other side of the door when he pulls it open, of course, but Taehyung is genuinely taken aback when he sees him, the heated intensity in his eyes, the way his body practically looks like he's coiled to pounce. The script said so but seeing it with his own eyes is enough to make Taehyung's reaction - a startled moan - real when Jeongguk pushes his way in and presses Taehyung against the wall of the hallway, kissing him. Deep and consuming, a possessive hand already splayed on Taehyung's stomach with his shirt rucked halfway up his chest.
He first figured out he liked to be manhandled when he did his third film with Seokjin, pushed face down onto the bed with his wrists held behind his back as Seokjin fucked into him. Taehyung always comes hard, earnest and enthusiastic, but that day he hit his climax, practically shouted, and had to lie there on the bed and recuperate for a minute even as the cameras stopped rolling. Seokjin had laughed softly and smoothed a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "Look into that," he whispered into Taehyung's ear.
Taehyung was not one to turn down good advice. By the time he'd had his first threesome film and thoroughly enjoyed being the filling of a hot man sandwich, Taehyung had a pretty good idea of what he liked - and Jeongguk, this newbie who he's never even seen a film of, is hitting all those buttons hard.
When Jeongguk bites his bottom lip, Taehyung cries out, fingers scrambling to grip onto Jeongguk's shirt and reel him back in as Jeongguk draws back. "Let's check out the bed," Jeongguk says, and the dry porno dialogue on his lips should be lame and laughter-worthy but Taehyung is so on board he doesn't really care.
"Yeah," Taehyung whispers, and licks back into Jeongguk's mouth. "Let's do that." (He thinks he hears the director sigh in exasperation, but time has made its decree and everyone knows by now that viewers eat that shit up when Taehyung deviates from the script.)
They stumble down the hall, made a little difficult when they're still trying to make out and Taehyung is tempted to try and climb Jeongguk's lithe body, wrap his legs around his waist and let himself be carried, but maybe next time. For now, he lets Jeongguk tip him back onto the bed and crawl on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. 'Make out,' the script said poignantly, and make out they do, Taehyung curling his arms around Jeongguk's neck and letting himself get caught up in it until the director calls cut and gives them the okay to move along.
It shouldn't come as such a shock when Taehyung loses control of the scene but it does, Jeongguk's long fingers skittering along the edge of Taehyung's shorts before he's pushing Taehyung's shirt off and over his head. "You, too," Taehyung gasps out, tugging insistently at Jeongguk's flannel and Jeongguk lets him, preoccupied in tonguing at Taehyung's nipple and smirking when Taehyung whines and arches into it. He draws back to help Taehyung get rid of his flannel, pulls his own shirt off, and the skin on skin is delicious.
When he leans back down, it's not to kiss Taehyung - Taehyung whines again, this time in complaint - but instead he's kissing his way down Taehyung's bare stomach, the slight firmness of his abs (they like him soft yet lean in places, what can he say) and nuzzles against the tent in Taehyung's shorts, reminding him that he's been hard forever. "Hey," he says.
"What," Taehyung gasps out reflexively.
"Can I suck you off?" Jeongguk says, and when Taehyung manages a weak nod, he's going for it, easing Taehyung's shorts and boxers off in one and licking over the head of Taehyung's cock. When the director calls cut, makes them hold still so they can get a camera at the head of the bed, Taehyung nearly cries out in frustration; suddenly Jeongguk's mouth on his dick is the one thing he needs most right now.
Seriously, it's kind of infuriating, how composed Jeongguk looks as they move the cameras where they need to go - he's just there, waiting between Taehyung's thighs with Taehyung's goddamn cock right in front of his face. Who is this guy? It's off the script, and Jo Kwon's probably going to tear him a new asshole for this later, but Taehyung reaches out and cups the bulge between Jeongguk's legs and Jeongguk practically jerks at the touch. "Stop," Jeongguk hisses, his voice suddenly surprisingly severe without the cameras rolling.
Taehyung smiles smugly up at him; that tone is much less effective when he can feel how hard Jeongguk is for him, and it seems the rumors about his cock size didn't disappoint. "We'll get there soon enough, anyways," he says, and pulls his hand away as the director calls their attention again, letting them resume.
He can't help but admit it's impressive, the way Jeongguk flips that mental switch and dives right back into it, sucking Taehyung off like a champ. Something about it takes him in, pulls Taehyung under his spell like all of Jeongguk's poor viewers, and when Jeongguk pulls off with a pop, there's nothing else he can do when Jeongguk tells him to reverse positions with him. It's a bit awkward in the script but there's nothing awkward about this, the way Jeongguk puts Taehyung right where he wants him and that's here, on his hands and knees to suck Jeongguk off as Jeongguk puts those huge hands on Taehyung's ass and spreads his cheeks, making Taehyung shiver. Jeongguk hasn't even taken his pants off yet and he can't seem to recall whether the script said he needed to or not.
The cameramen shuffle into place as quickly as they can, but the director knows better than call stops now, with the flow going so well. Taehyung's thankful because with the first swipe of Jeongguk's tongue across his hole, he's trembling, flinching in Jeongguk's hands because he can't figure out whether he's okay with how this feels. Every time Taehyung gets rimmed, it's like this, like it's the first time - something so sinfully good he wants to squirm away and towards it at the same time, and Jeongguk...Jeongguk is so good at it Taehyung's gasping out moans around Jeongguk's cock.
"Take it deeper," Jeongguk says as he pulls his face back for air, and Taehyung shudders and, though he would've snapped something snarky back before, just hollows his cheeks around Jeongguk's cock and obeys.
He's getting into the headspace where he'll do anything that he's told, floaty and malleable like if Jeongguk wanted to push Taehyung's legs back so they rested on Jeongguk's shoulders - a position of flexibility usually far out of his realm and more in Jimin's - he probably could. As it is, with Jeongguk licking into his hole and reaching around to curl his fingers around Taehyung's cock and dip a thumb into the precome at his slit, he's putty in Jeongguk's hands. Taehyung keens at the added stimulation and almost chokes on Jeongguk's dick, not that he thinks either of them would object, but it's not on the agenda.
A hand gesture from the director, and Jeongguk withdraws again, leaving Taehyung mouthing at his cock helplessly as Jeongguk reaches for the conveniently placed lube. He drizzles it on his fingers and waits for it to warm a little, to Taehyung's surprise, and by the time he slides in the first, Taehyung is more than ready and hungry for it. "Yes, yes," he begs, unconsciously spreading his legs farther apart.
"Look at you," Jeongguk says lowly, and nips at Taehyung's ass cheek, Taehyung crying out in surprise at the sudden, momentary pain. This is off the script now, completely off the mark from whatever cliché line he was supposed to say, and there's not much Taehyung can do besides go with whatever Jeongguk wants him to do.
It's crazy, the way Jeongguk touches him - like Taehyung isn't a porn star who regularly enjoys getting pounded into mattresses and in other various positions. He's taken cocks with minimal prep before but Jeongguk stretches him out and rims him all over again, until Taehyung has to take his mouth off Jeongguk's cock or else he will choke. He presses his head to Jeongguk's thigh, the fabric of his jeans stiff against his skin, and lets the whimpers and moans trip out of his mouth.
When the director finally stops them, Taehyung barely raises his head from Jeongguk's leg, panting as he's told it's enough foreplay, time to move on to the fucking. It's about time, Taehyung's been craving more than the tease of Jeongguk's fingers against his prostate, not that he's objecting the slightest to that. His limbs are clumsy as Jeongguk pulls him into place, on his hands and knees but this time with Jeongguk behind him, smoothing hands down the length of Taehyung's bare back. There's the plasticky sound of a condom being opened and put on, and then Jeongguk throws aside the empty wrapper and apparently gives the crew the okay, because they're on again.
"Tell me you want it," Jeongguk says, back on his lines. "You do, don't you?"
Taehyung presses his face against the crook of his elbow and thinks about Jeongguk's cock in his mouth, the weight of him on Taehyung's tongue and so much heat. Thinks about it inside of him. "Yes," he gasps out.
Jeongguk dips a single finger into Taehyung's hole and Taehyung squirms against it, seeking more. "I can't hear you."
"I said yes," Taehyung says, louder, forcing out the words, "I want it!" and is rewarded when Jeongguk slides in, the sound of it wet in Taehyung's ears. It's everything he wanted and more, filling Taehyung up and pounding into him without pause to let him adjust. Even with the director and cameramen moving around them, making them stop to get the right angles, it's over faster than Taehyung's used to, Jeongguk coming in a mess all over Taehyung's back. He curls his fingers around Taehyung's cock and it only takes a few pulls before Taehyung follows in suit, come dripping onto the mattress below them like the most stereotypical porn shot.
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"How was it? How was it, how was it," Jimin yells into his ear and Taehyung winces, pulling the phone from his ear.
"What do you mean how was it," Taehyung complains. "You've fucked him too. A lot. Why do you have to ask?" And he literally has. When Taehyung got home, legs still a little wobbly from having the daylights fucked out of him by Jeon Jeongguk, he fired up his laptop and ended up watching three of Jeongguk's most-viewed films in a row, including one where he and Jimin went at it like animals. (After a while, you kind of get used to seeing your best friend in a porno, especially when you've starred in one with him yourself.)
"I know but still," Jimin says, and waits. Not very patiently, though, Taehyung can hear him fidgeting on the other end of the line.
"Fine," Taehyung says at last, scowling hard as if Jimin can see him from the other side. Maybe he can feel the force of it through the phone, though. "It was great. Really great and he rimmed me until I thought I was going to cry and I came really hard. What else do you want to hear?"
Jimin snickers at him. "Yeah, he's amazing at it, right?"
"You suck," Taehyung says instead, and then groans when he realizes what he's said. Seriously, the one downside of being in the porn industry is you can't say these words without them being a little too close to true. Jimin's sucked his dick and Jeongguk's and a whole lot more, et cetera.
"Some kind of best friend you are," he says to Jimin, and clicks on another video with Jeongguk in it, because he's a masochist like that.
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Taehyung does a few more films, sadly none with Seokjin but there's one with a strange but fun bro theme with Jimin (if this sprouts a new series, he's just gonna let it happen. No bromo and all that), until Jo Kwon puts a manila file into his hands looking like the cat that got the cream during their next meeting together. Taehyung's never too sure how to interpret that look, but it always ends up with come in his hair.
He opens it and bam, right there, says Jeongguk's name next to his for his next film. "Oh god," he mumbles and skims the summary. "What is this?"
Jo Kwon doesn't lose the self-satisfied expression. "What it says on the paper. The viewers ate it up, what you two did last time, so they wanted something more along those lines."
"Jo Kwon," Taehyung says flatly. "They want us to pretend we're boyfriends having sex for the first time. They want us to go out on a dinner date and for me to to be his blushing virgin bride."
"Well, you do what the viewers want," Jo Kwon says cheerfully. "Maybe this week you'll actually hit #1 and steal the position out from Jimin's nose, hmm?"
That's true, Taehyung thinks to himself, and it's not like he's in a position to turn down the projects he's given anyways.
They have that dinner date to go to, and there's actually some semblance of plot this time around, so styling takes longer than it did for their first film. Taehyung tips his head back dutifully as they powder his face and make all his flaws disappear. He's going to go on a date, and it's going to go perfectly, and he's going to have sex for the first time and that's going to go perfectly too, and that's all Taehyung needs to think about right now. And if the fact that Jeongguk's going to be sitting on the other side of the table makes him kind of nervous for some inexplicable reason, Taehyung's just gotta settle the butterflies in his stomach before they start shooting.
The script is pretty adorable in sickening way - Jeongguk holds his hand, opens the door for him when they get to the restaurant; Taehyung half-expects to read on the script that Jeongguk's pulling his chair out for him to sit down, too, but thankfully Taehyung gets to do that for himself. He's an independent young man and everything. What's worse is that Jeongguk really does everything else, eyes warm and affectionate as he listens to Taehyung talk. They follow the script to the word and Taehyung can't help but wonder what Jeongguk's actual favorite film is, what his actual hobbies are.
"Hey," Jeongguk says, and puts his hand over Taehyung's on the table. His hand is warm, too, and the touch almost makes Taehyung drop his fork. Maybe he should, the director seems to like that kind of thing. He could pass it off as nerves. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," Taehyung replies, surprised; Jeongguk's gone off script again. To be honest, he never really expected Jeongguk to be the type that was okay with it - Taehyung's filmed with plenty of people who follow it verbatim.
Jeongguk smiles at him and squeezes his hand. "No need to be nervous, 'kay?" he says, and resumes eating, oblivious to the butterflies suddenly animated in Taehyung's stomach again. This is a joke. A joke. How many times has Jimin told Taehyung not to get too caught up his scenes? But that's what makes Taehyung's films good, how much he throws himself into them, and now it's coming back to bite him in the ass.
(At least Jeongguk's gonna get a piece of that first.)
He finishes his fancypants food and makes sure to leave a bit of cream from his dessert at the corner of his lips, feigning more nerves when Jeongguk reaches over to wipe it off with his thumb and licking it off. "So messy," Jeongguk chides gently. Their faces are close.
"I've got you to clean me up, after all," Taehyung says playfully, and draws back only to take Jeongguk's hand with his again, letting Jeongguk intertwine their fingers. They leave the restaurant and do some window-shopping, Taehyung doing his best to ignore the cameramen in front and behind them. It's a cold day, both on script and in real life, so it's not too hard to Taehyung to press close to Jeongguk against the wind gusting by.
Here he's supposed to put his head on Jeongguk's shoulder and suggest they go home, initiate things. Taehyung's not sure why he's actually nervous when he does that, settling his head against Jeongguk's shoulder; Jeongguk's arm automatically comes up to curl around his shoulders, pulling Taehyung closer to him. "I think," he begins, and Jeongguk looks to him, making his heartbeat stutter, "I think we should go home now. Is that okay?"
He tugs lightly at Jeongguk's shirt inside the lovely big coat they gave Jeongguk to wear. Jeongguk looks at him for a long moment, making Taehyung want to fidget, but then he's wrapping his other hand around Taehyung's and looking him in the eye as if he wants to make sure Taehyung means it. "Okay," he acquiesces quietly, and the director calls cut.
They're shuttled quickly to their next location, a tidy, cute house that doesn't look much like the spartanly decorated hotel room they filmed their last scene at. It's supposed to be Jeongguk's house, and, cameras rolling again, he fumbles with the key in the lock without letting go of Taehyung's hand. "Got it," he mutters when he finally unlocks the door, and Taehyung laughs and lets Jeongguk pull him inside. They kiss slow and sweet on the goddamn welcome mat, Jeongguk still holding Taehyung's hands in his, and Taehyung tries to remember what he was told - you have all the time in the world, all you know is each other, you're going to make love for the first time. Fuck, he can't even remember the last time he had sex for the sake of having sex, no cameras and no fuss. This job and school doesn't leave much time for hunting down one night stands, much less relationships.
It's too much. For a second, Taehyung nearly freezes up and ruins the scene, but it's seriously too much. He's only just met the guy for the second time. He shouldn't have let Jo Kwon talk him into this -
Jeongguk's lips slow and then still against his and he doesn't go far when he pulls back, freeing a hand to cup Taehyung's face. "Hey, you with me? Are you nervous? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Yes, we do, we have to, Taehyung thinks. but he smiles shyly at Jeongguk, turns his face to kiss his palm. "I'm totally fine," he says, improvising again and angry at himself because he let his real feelings filter into his work and make Jeongguk say something like this. He's got to give the guy props though, this was well executed. "A little nervous, yeah, but I know... I know you've got me."
Something burns in Jeongguk's eyes but when he kisses Taehyung again, he's still gentle, still sweet. "Good," he whispers against Taehyung's lips, a cameraman scooting closer to get the shot, and pulls away to lead Taehyung deeper into the house. Taehyung finds himself almost missing the heat of Jeongguk's body so close to his but they'll be getting hot and heavy soon enough, honestly.
Cut scene, on to setting up the next. The director is thrilled with their tangents from the existing script, encouraging them to take the scenes wherever they want, and they relocate inside the bedroom. It's a slow dance to undressing each other, half-choreographed and half-whatever they're doing off the top of their heads, and Jeongguk keeps dropping these little kisses all over Taehyung's face. Taehyung tries to catch his lips each time, like it's their own private game, and ignores how tight his chest feels.
When Jeongguk settles Taehyung back on the bed, he gets a strange sense of deja vu, like they've been here already like this, and almost laughs at how different it feels. He's hard in his underwear again, as a result from the intensity of Jeongguk's kisses, but it's like a slow, smoldering burn under his skin rather than the wildfire frantic need they ran on last time. And this director is more hands-off, letting them act without interrupting, and Taehyung is once again helpless to the direction Jeongguk is taking them. "Before - " he whispers, the words rising to his lips unbidden, "before we do anything..."
"Yeah, baby?" Jeongguk asks, pulling back so he can look Taehyung in the face properly, a small furrow of concern between his eyebrows.
Taehyung can't help but flush at the endearment. Oh shit, he really is the blushing virgin. "I - I just wanted to let you know, I, um, trust you. For tonight. And always, of course, but."
Jeongguk laughs quietly, leaning in to press a kiss to Taehyung's forehead. "Yeah. Of course."
The script dictates Taehyung let Jeongguk handle things, gripping at Jeongguk's shoulders as Jeongguk jerks him off, kissing Jeongguk back whenever Jeongguk brings their mouths together. He tries to follow it, he really does, but when Jeongguk's pressing careful kisses to his nipples and collarbone, Taehyung tugs him back up to kiss him properly, their hips aligned; they rut against each other, and things kind of progress naturally from there. When Taehyung comes first, it's not planned at all, and he knows that if they had a different, less lenient director, it'd be a fuck up.
Jeongguk glances at the director for a cue, pulling out of the scene as Taehyung trembles through the aftershocks and tries to figure out what just happened, but she seems pleased enough, flashing him a thumbs up and ushering for them to carry on. The footage will be good, at least, Taehyung thinks vaguely to himself - the way he gasped against Jeongguk's mouth, their hips thrusting sloppily. Yeah, stellar acting. He notices Jeongguk pause, staring down at Taehyung like he's trying to figure out what to do next, but then he's pressing in for another kiss and the cameras continue filming and Taehyung just holds on tight and gets swept up in it.
He fingers Taehyung open slowly, slowly, even more carefully than last time and Taehyung, for all its worth, does feel like a virgin all over again. Even his first time didn't feel like this, drowning in how focused Jeongguk is on Taehyung's every whimper and gasp, the way he reacts under his touch. By the time Jeongguk decides he's done with Taehyung's prostate, it feels like Taehyung's spine has melted, leaving him clumsily mouthing at Jeongguk's lips.
"Ready?" Jeongguk asks lowly. He's got the condom in hand, putting it on off screen as Taehyung knows the cameras are zooming in on him, the expression he has looking up at Jeongguk before they do the deed. None of his nervous anticipation is fake, Taehyung knows, which is probably a problem. He's already been fucked by this guy, for god's sake.
"Yes," he whispers, and Jeongguk eases in. It doesn't really, but Taehyung makes it look like it hurts, the stretch a new kind of pain and all that. What surprises him is how quickly Jeongguk stops when he gasps out, how he's willing to wait for Taehyung to (pretend to) adjust. By the time Jeongguk's fully inside him, they're both sweating, panting, less kissing and more breathing each other's air from how close they are. Jimin is going to die from laughter at how vanilla this is, Taehyung thinks to himself hopelessly.
Jeongguk takes a few shallow thrusts, testing, and Taehyung squirms against it. If he's honest, he loves how full penetrative sex makes him feel but it's not Taehyung the viewers are looking for, it's V, 'v' for 'virgin,' and he makes it look good like he always does. Pain melds into pleasure, his hands tight on Jeongguk's arms, their mouths drawn together again and again.
It's pretty embarrassing how long - or rather, short - Taehyung lasts, even though he's already come. With how Jeongguk's angled his thrusts deep and purposeful, firm but not harsh, he can barely hold off long enough for them to get enough good shots and then come together, shuddering apart against each other as Jeongguk comes inside him, in the condom. There's something about the way Jeongguk's hips stutter, his breath coming out erratic against Taehyung's ear that has him shivering, fingers tightening on Jeongguk's shoulders. Orgasms, it seems, make even Jeon Jeongguk honest.
The last scene is the two of them lying together, curled into each other. The perfect afterglow scene after your first time. Taehyung buries his face against Jeongguk's chest and wonders why he doesn't want the cameras to stop rolling.
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True to form, Jimin does laugh his ass off. "It's just so cutesy," he wheezes out when Taehyung whines and bats at him to stop.
"You know that kind of thing is out of my control," Taehyung protests. "Jo Kwon just handed me the thing - and I was like 'What!' but - "
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Jimin says, still chortling. He's sprawled on Taehyung's couch in a tank top that barely seems to be hanging onto his shoulders for dear life, which is a probably a view that thousands would pay to see on their own couches, but the glam and the fame have long faded for Taehyung. Once he jerked off to films with Jimin in them, but no more. If that isn't growth, Taehyung doesn't know what is.
He groans and leans back against the couch, letting his head fall back onto the seat next to Jimin's hip. "Jiminie." In all honesty, they got together to study, but Jimin for some reason excels in his classes with minimal time hitting the books, at least around Taehyung. It's painfully winter cold outside but in Taehyung's apartment, with the heating cranked up, they're comfortable enough in mere shirts and all Taehyung wants to do is curl up and nap, not study.
"What's up?" Jimin asks. There's a hand petting through Taehyung's hair, mussing up his bangs, and Taehyung closes his eyes as he leans into Jimin's touch.
"Haven't you done a series like this before?" Taehyung says, rebutting a question with his own, even though he knows the answer to it already. He's even seen it, the collection of films Jimin filmed with Seokjin casting them as long-term, smitten boyfriends. (He saw the follow-up, too, a bukkake with Jimin as the centerpiece, tongue out and eyelashes sticky with come, but that's besides the point. There's no easier way to shake off a connotation of warm and fluffy than a bukkake film.)
Jimin's fingers slow but don't stop. "Yeah," he says thoughtfully. "What about it?"
Taehyung thinks about the open-mouth kisses, the film where they were long-distance lovers reuniting, all scrambling hands and passionate moans. And Jimin and Seokjin are both weathered actors now, who know what inflection to put where to make it look as real as possible. "How do you do it? Like, how do you shake off that feeling that…"
"That it's real?" Jimin finishes for him, taking the words out of his mouth. He props himself up on an elbow, and when Taehyung peeks up through his bangs at him, his best friend's open-book expression is unreadable for once. "You feel that, with Jeongguk, don't you?"
It's less of a statement than a question, and Taehyung averts his eyes. Recalls the gentle, adoring look in Seokjin's eyes when he raised a hand to turn Jimin's face towards his, angling it for the perfect kiss - all caught perfectly on camera. Even Taehyung had been caught up in that, believed it, opened his mouth for the hook, line, and sinker the CEO was always telling them to throw. "Maybe," he admits. Yes.
Jimin sighs, and the air blows across to ruffle Taehyung's bangs, making Taehyung grumble a little as he reaches up to pat them into place in an effort to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere. "You just have to keep in mind that it's just a film, I guess. After all, you're always aware of the cameras, the director and staff around you, right? Don't lose sight of that. They're going to keep putting you two together for these types of projects until the viewers get sick of them, but this is work, Taehyung, and Jeongguk's just doing his job."
"Yeah," Taehyung mumbles, grateful when Jimin doesn't say anything about the way he squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face against Jimin's arm.
❖
Seasoned professional Jimin is right about the demand (he wasn't #1 for nothing and Taehyung will never doubt him again), but it isn't until after a whirlwind of papers and midterms does Taehyung have enough time on hand to hit the film sets again. He walks into the venue on Saturday and Jo Kwon practically seizes him by the collar, shoving a few more files into his hands. "Look through these and pick which one you want to do first," he instructs, rapidfire.
"Oh, god," Taehyung says, and barely has enough time to flip through the first before Jo Kwon's sending him off on his way for a reunion with Suga's tongue. Taehyung, and his ass, would never say no, though, and it's a breeze following the simple plot lined out for them and sobbing into the sheets when Yoongi gets to it.
They wrap things up neatly, because Taehyung is nothing but professional, and Yoongi smirks as he says, "Until we meet again" and Taehyung tries to look him in the eyes instead of at his mouth. That's about all that Taehyung feels the urge to look at though, which is a nice reprieve.
To make up for his break with school, he's back again the next day, yawning from the early morning start. It's one of those delightful bathroom scenes, but when Taehyung sees that frame and silhouette in his co-star's chair again, he feels his heart drop to somewhere around his ankles. Shit, it's Jeongguk, and he's already shirtless.
"You should warn a guy," he groans to Jo Kwon as he's ushered onto the set, and Jo Kwon rolls his eyes and tells him to read his proposals more often ("And pay attention to who you're filming with!") before the director's calling their attention. When Taehyung slumps into his own chair, Jeongguk doesn't even spare a sideways glance at him.
It's pretty standard, and still following the whole lovey-dovey theme. They'll be in tiny little Speedos for the bathtub scene and sit together - with, God forbid, Taehyung sitting between Jeongguk's legs - talking playfully and flirting, making out, the works. After they jerk each other off a little, they switch to the shower where the good stuff happens. Seeing as Taehyung can see the staff filling up the bathtub already, masses of bubbles rising to the surface, they're just going to jump right into it.
"And hurry up and take your clothes off, Taehyung," the director says briskly, and Taehyung scrambles to follow directions, shedding the hoodie and pants he'd pulled on upon waking up. For a moment, he thinks he feels someone's gaze on his back, his legs, but when he looks up, there's only Jeongguk flipping through his script with a detached air. He's probably already memorized it all.
"This is going to cover nothing," Taehyung laments as he's handed a scrap of swimsuit material and is told to put it on. Girls probably wear thongs bigger than this thing. On the bright side, Jeongguk's wearing one too, black to Taehyung's white, and Taehyung doesn't hold back on admiring the muscles of Jeongguk's thighs. They look rock hard, and feel it too, as Taehyung knows from experience. A couple weeks have gone by, yet Taehyung takes one look at the guy and it's all coming back too vividly.
Call him a kid, but he's excited when they get into the bathtub. Simple pleasures, right? As per the script, they start out across from each other, washing each other with the soapy water. Taehyung laughs, ticklish, when Jeongguk scoops some of the bubbles and piles them on Taehyung's shoulders and on his back, that smile on his face again. Like he's looking at something precious.
"Hi," Taehyung says, a little silly. Jeongguk curls an arm around him and leans in close, trapping Taehyung's hands between their chests as Jeongguk kisses him. They mouth at each other for a little bit, separating with a quiet smack before resuming lathering each other up.
"Hello," Jeongguk says, and Taehyung laughs again, into Jeongguk's mouth. The sound dissolves into a quiet moan when Jeongguk nips Taehyung's bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue, licking into Taehyung's mouth.
Unconsciously, Taehyung's leaned in to close the gap between them as they kiss and Jeongguk tugs him forward all the way, intertwining their fingers at the water's surface. It's a few quiet moments - as quiet as it can get on set, anyways - with just the splashing of the water whenever they move and the wet, muted sounds of their kissing.
They separate eventually, taking a moment with their foreheads resting against each other, Taehyung's heartbeat stuttering like a traitor at how close Jeongguk is, as if Jeongguk's not going to get closer. "C'mere," Jeongguk whispers, and curls his hands around Taehyung's arms loosely, almost proprietarily. Taehyung scoots through the warm water so his back is right up against Jeongguk's solid chest, Jeongguk's crotch resting softly against the back of Taehyung's ass at his tailbone, and Taehyung can't help but shiver a little. They're only separated by two incredibly thin layers of cloth that do nothing to hide the erection Jeongguk's getting.
Taehyung settles back, gets comfortable in the dip of Jeongguk's body as Jeongguk's curled around him in what Taehyung can only call an embrace. What Jimin said suddenly gets way harder to keep at the front of Taehyung's mind when Jeongguk leans in to kiss at his earlobe and neck. "Feel good?" he asks.
Taehyung sighs, purposefully a little loud, and turns his face towards Jeongguk's neck. He recalls his line. "Mmm, yes. Now that you're here with me."
The premise they're playing off of is that Taehyung's had a rough day, and Jeongguk's here to make it all better, indulging him and making him feel good. He showers Taehyung's face with those little pecks of kisses again, making Taehyung laugh reluctantly and push him away with a gentle hand. When their lips meet again, Jeongguk's touch makes its way up Taehyung's side to play with his nipple, Taehyung whimpering into Jeongguk's mouth at the pleasure.
Jeongguk makes a questioning sound against Taehyung's lips, like he's checking in with Taehyung and it's all Taehyung can do to nod and ask for more, curling his hand around Jeongguk's other wrist. He feels more sensitive than usual, body tuned to Jeongguk's touches. They pause for a moment so they can rearrange their limbs, Taehyung's legs in Jeongguk's lap so he's subtly lifted above the water level and his cock is in full view when Jeongguk moves to tug Taehyung's swimsuit down enough to jerk him off languidly.
"Ah - " Taehyung gasps, head falling back against Jeongguk's shoulder again as Jeongguk twists his wrist just right. He moans at the perfect pressure of Jeongguk's hand around his cock, the way Jeongguk's other hand hasn't stilled but rather is rubbing and tweaking at Taehyung's nipple. By the time Jeongguk brings their mouths together again, his breath is coming in unsteady bursts, punctuating each whimper.
The water splashes as Jeongguk lifts his head long enough to bring the arm Taehyung has wedged between them back behind his shoulders, to lower his mouth to Taehyung's other nipple. He kisses it, tongues it until it stiffens at his ministrations, and smirks up at Taehyung when Taehyung lets out another choked noise. "Good?" he asks again, hand stilling.
"Yes," Taehyung says, craving his touches already. His cock is so hard it would be embarrassing if he didn't want this so badly. "More, please - please - "
Jeongguk resumes both his hand on Taehyung's cock and his mouth, but his other hand slides down to intertwine with Taehyung's again, holding it there against Taehyung's side. Somehow the warmth around his hand is the most embarrassing of all, and Taehyung's relieved when Jeongguk withdraws his only to shift Taehyung higher on his legs and take Taehyung's cock into his mouth instead.
Vaguely, he realizes his cries are echoing in the bathroom around them as Jeongguk bobs up and down on his cock, but it's hard to care when you're being sucked off. He can feel himself hardening all the way in Jeongguk's mouth, Jeongguk eyeing him sideways with an almost predatory look in his eyes. Taehyung presses his face against Jeongguk's neck again and gasps when Jeongguk finally releases him, but groans in disappointment as Jeongguk pulls his skimpy swimsuit back up and into place.
He quickly changes his mind when Jeongguk gently lifts him off his lap and lets Taehyung shift forward, turning around as Jeongguk sits up on the rim of the bathtub and yanking his own swimsuit down to his thighs. Taehyung crawls forward with a little more enthusiasm than he'd like, but they have to stop for the cameras to move so they won't be blocked by Jeongguk's arm.
One talent out of many, but Taehyung's always been damn good at sucking cock. Ever since the first film he was in. With these lips and an apparent lack of a gag reflex, he knows he can give it to them good. Jeongguk's been knocking him off his game a little, he'll admit, but he takes Jeongguk into his mouth, curling his fingers around the length he can't reach yet, and basks in the soft moans he knocks from Jeongguk's throat.
"Stop, stop, Taehyung," the director calls, and Jeongguk practically groans in protest, hunching his shoulders. The cameras halt, and Taehyung draws back, confused.
"W-What?" he asks, mind fuzzy at being pulled out of the scene, and hurriedly puts some distance between him and Jeongguk.
"We can use this footage from just now, but you forgot to kiss him before going in with the oral," the director chastises. "Don't forget the set-up. You're boyfriends. Slow down and make it sweet."
Taehyung nods earnestly, mentally beating himself up - forgetting the set-up of the plot and each step of the script is a fucking rookie mistake. For all of Jeongguk's professionalism before, though, he doesn't have anything scathing to say when Taehyung shuffles back into place, the bathwater gone cold by now.
They start over with Jeongguk hoisting himself onto the edge of the bathtub, and Taehyung moves in. He puts his hands on Jeongguk's thighs lightly and tips his chin up, seeking, smiling into it when Jeongguk leans down to kiss him lingeringly. Then it's back to the blowjob, Taehyung making sure he pauses to catch his breath and leave playful kisses on Jeongguk's inner thighs before taking Jeongguk deeper. Not anything fancy, and it's not long before Jeongguk is pushing at Taehyung's shoulders to stop him. Taehyung takes it upon himself to pull Jeongguk's swimsuit back on, like a present to unwrap later.
Once all the bathtub scenes are cleared, they get out of the tub, wiping off some of the leftover bubbles on their back and arms as the water gets drained. The spacious shower is right next door, clear walls and fitted with shampoo and conditioner as if it's their own shower, the one they share in their home together. There's even a small ledge that'll do fine as a seat (and will be used as one, as Taehyung knows).
Jeongguk adjusts himself in his swimsuit as they get into the shower, filming back on, and Taehyung pulls his eyes away, swallowing hard. He fidgets off to the side as Jeongguk turns on the water, adjusting its warmth before turning to Taehyung and taking his hand.
"Time to get you clean," Jeongguk says, and the look in his eyes and the smirk playing at his lips say Time to get you dirty instead. No wonder the viewers eat him up whenever Jeongguk's in a film. Jeongguk reels Taehyung in, and their attempt to rinse each other off properly deteriorates into desperate frotting, shedding their swimsuits with clumsy fingers. By the time Taehyung gets back down on his knees to take Jeongguk's cock down his throat, Jeongguk rocking gently into his open mouth, Taehyung's harder than ever.
Taehyung pulls off of Jeongguk's cock with a gasp, blinking water out of his eyes. "Please," he whimpers, mouthing along the length of it. "Please, please."
"You are so - " Jeongguk groans, and practically lifts Taehyung up, bending him over and shutting the water off roughly, reaching for the lube innocently hidden among the shampoo bottles. He barely waits after one finger to add another, stretching Taehyung with that same intensity as always, and covers Taehyung's body with his own when he leans up to be kissed. Taehyung turns his head to the side as far as he can to meet him, gasping into Jeongguk's mouth when Jeongguk deliberately rubs his fingertips up against Taehyung's prostate. "Prop yourself up on the wall," he murmurs, and Taehyung stretches his arms out without fuss, trying to hold himself up.
When Jeongguk finally slides home, Taehyung's entire body reacts, a breathless moan tripping its way out his throat as his arms weaken and send him slipping a little against the clear glass of the shower wall. "Steady," Jeongguk whispers up against his ear, tonguing his earlobe, and makes that impossible as he fucks into Taehyung with quick, sharp thrusts. Taehyung's used to being the vocal one in scenes but this is nothing short of obscene, the way he mewls and whimpers and cries on Jeongguk's cock; at one point, Jeongguk's pistoning his hips so forcefully he's got Taehyung shoved up against the wall, Taehyung keening at the cold counterpoint of the glass against his cock to the heat of Jeongguk behind him.
They use the ledge as told, Jeongguk sitting back and finding the leverage to fuck up into Taehyung who can barely hold himself in place on Jeongguk's cock, and then again standing, Taehyung's leg hitched up around Jeongguk's waist as they do it facing each other this time. He can tell Jeongguk's getting close, the way he's making those sounds - halfway between a moan and an exhalation, like he's stopped caring about holding them back - into Taehyung's open mouth. It riles Taehyung up even more, and he scrambles at Jeongguk's back and doesn't have the coherency to care about the red scratches he must be leaving.
He comes all over his stomach, sobbing against Jeongguk's neck, and Jeongguk doesn't last much longer after that. It's all over in a rush, Jeongguk pulling out of him and jerking himself off onto Taehyung's skin, Taehyung gripping weakly at his arm to ground himself.
They're both spent. Their heavy breaths echo in the shower stall around them, between them, and Jeongguk slowly turns the water back on to rinse them both clean. He starts to shampoo Taehyung's hair, lathering the bubbles up, and Taehyung tips his head back for a slow, sweet kiss, just as requested.
He's so fucked, in more ways than one.
②
taehyung/jeongguk, side!seokjin/jimin // nc-17 // ~28.9k // graphic sex [Spoiler (click to open)]including rimming, 69ing, bondage, orgasm denial, barebacking, and references to facials and more kinks; both characters are aged up (approx university third years) and legal
when taehyung signed on at bts entertainment, he just thought he'd start getting laid a lot more. then he films with jeon jeongguk. porn star!au. (for carboxyls, you've been through so much for me)
Kim Taehyung, alias "V," is good at sex. He knows this, his viewers sure as hell know this, and his directors know this too - so when the film proposals come rolling into his manager's lap, there's not much Taehyung can do besides flash that smile and say yes.
He starts from the live cam shows as all of the new boys do, jerking off in front of the camera and coming with a throaty moan, getting his jizz everywhere. The comment boxes explode with encouragement and pleads for more, and it isn't long before Taehyung's worked through a wild assortment of sex toys and is hitting the big screen, more solo shows but also his first scenes with the other porn stars at BTS Entertainment.
Seokjin - all broad shoulders and height and a big cock to match - practically bends Taehyung in half and Taehyung plays it up, writhing and moaning "Yes, Jin, yes, fuck" breathlessly. He calls Namjoon 'Professor' and gets down on his knees for that A grade, and a dance practice turns into something else just as fun and strenuous when Taehyung does his first set with Jung Hoseok. It's all good, really. He fucks and is fucked and when he meets Park Jimin, resident babe and holder of the '#1 Most Played Videos' title, their chemistry onscreen sparks a trilogy of films because the viewers just can't get enough. One word - bondage.
So yeah. It's hella good. He looks hot on cam while getting enough money to move out of the dorms and milk his new apartment for all its worth, with enough leftover to save some and ditch that instant ramen life (jokes, sometimes a bowl of ramen is too good to abandon). And if Taehyung can bestow higher quality orgasms upon the world while climbing the ranks to beat out Jimin, why the fuck not?
When Taehyung rolls into his latest shoot, limber and cheerful, the boy sitting in his co-star's chair isn't someone he recognizes. "Fresh blood?" he asks his manager, a man named Jo Kwon who owns the highest heels Taehyung has ever seen and has more than enough sass to match.
"Some of the best," Jo Kwon says with satisfaction. "Jeon Jeongguk. You should see the girls cry over him. He just joined recently but already rumor has it no one walks away from one of his sets without a boner to deal with, so imagine how it'll feel to film with him."
Rumors fly rampant in their industry, and in Taehyung's experience, they've ranged from wildly false (that guy's dick was not an anaconda but more like a tadpole, bye) to wildly true (that other guy, Suga, does rim like a god. Taehyung came twice, sobbing, before he even got some dick up his ass, and he's never forgotten it). He'll just have to find out for himself how this Jeongguk guy is in the sack, then.
"Hey there," Taehyung says, settling in his own chair next to Jeongguk's. He's always find it fucking hilarious how they get chairs like actors do for cinema-appropriate films, but he's more than willing to humor the CEO's sense of humor. His job is great.
Jeongguk flicks his eyes up from the script in his lap and settles on Taehyung for a few moments before sliding his gaze back down. "Hello," he says coolly.
Damn, he better warm the fuck up once they're on set, Taehyung thinks to himself, because he's not gonna get hot and heavy with this dude if he wants to act like an iceberg. It does help, however, that Jeongguk's gorgeous, probably one of the best looking guys Taehyung's ever filmed with - or is going to film with, anyways - and say what you will, that always helps. Definitely. The best part of Jeongguk is he's Taehyung's type, torso and shoulders deliciously broad in his t-shirt (though no one's ever going to hold a candle to Kim Seokjin. Taehyung sighs dreamily and allows himself a moment to reminisce about his debut film.) and eyes dark and serious, because Taehyung loves riling those guys up most. Finding out what makes them tick, playing them in circles before wrapping them around his pinky finger. It doesn't even bother him that Jeongguk isn't a conversation-making guy.
The set-up is simple enough - and not too lowkey creepy, because once Jimin solemnly told him about this threesome film he did where he was getting it on with one guy in the back of his car only to get a creeper watching them through the window, only to somehow join them inside the house. Yeah, no. Jeongguk is just some guy who'll walk into Taehyung's hotel room and they're gonna have lots of sex and it'll be that. Viewers don't watch for plot, after all. (There's a sequel in talks for outdoor semi-public sex, if this goes well, which Taehyung would totally be game for.)
Taehyung sits obediently on the bed, cross-legged in these extra tiny red shorts that they shoved into his hands, Jo Kwon smiling beatifically at him as Taehyung went to go change. Jeongguk's got a bit more on than he does, a flannel layered over the shirt he was originally wearing and these dark wash jeans that hug his thighs just right. Taehyung wipes away his drool sneakily and ogles Jeongguk's ass instead, because it's not Jimin's ass, but it's damn nice. He hasn't been this game for a shoot since they told him he was gonna fuck Mr. #1.
"Okay," bellows the director, the cameramen shuffling into place at his orders. "Jeongguk, wait on the other side of that door. We'll tell you when to come in, and make sure to knock. And Taehyung, I need you sprawled on the bed."
Taehyung obeys, relaxing so his limbs go loose and languid and props one knee up as instructed, letting his thighs fall open. He's supposed to be napping and having a hot sexy dream, only to wake up hard when Jeongguk knocks to be let in. Sometimes porn stars will have someone on the side to jerk them off and get them ready to perform, but Taehyung's long proved he doesn't need fluffers.
Today it's even easier than usual, picturing Jeongguk's long-fingered, wide-palmed hands around his cock, the soft pants Taehyung will wrangle into whimpers and whines of his name. Yeah, he can feel himself at the beginnings of getting hard already. Perks of having a vivid imagination. He clears his first solo scene easy, rubbing himself through his shorts as if in sleep, and then Jeongguk's knock comes.
He startles awake. Stumbles off the bed and into the hallway, pauses so the cameras can adjust to get the right angle of his boner in his shorts, then goes to answer the door.
Jeongguk's on the other side of the door when he pulls it open, of course, but Taehyung is genuinely taken aback when he sees him, the heated intensity in his eyes, the way his body practically looks like he's coiled to pounce. The script said so but seeing it with his own eyes is enough to make Taehyung's reaction - a startled moan - real when Jeongguk pushes his way in and presses Taehyung against the wall of the hallway, kissing him. Deep and consuming, a possessive hand already splayed on Taehyung's stomach with his shirt rucked halfway up his chest.
He first figured out he liked to be manhandled when he did his third film with Seokjin, pushed face down onto the bed with his wrists held behind his back as Seokjin fucked into him. Taehyung always comes hard, earnest and enthusiastic, but that day he hit his climax, practically shouted, and had to lie there on the bed and recuperate for a minute even as the cameras stopped rolling. Seokjin had laughed softly and smoothed a hand through Taehyung's sweaty hair. "Look into that," he whispered into Taehyung's ear.
Taehyung was not one to turn down good advice. By the time he'd had his first threesome film and thoroughly enjoyed being the filling of a hot man sandwich, Taehyung had a pretty good idea of what he liked - and Jeongguk, this newbie who he's never even seen a film of, is hitting all those buttons hard.
When Jeongguk bites his bottom lip, Taehyung cries out, fingers scrambling to grip onto Jeongguk's shirt and reel him back in as Jeongguk draws back. "Let's check out the bed," Jeongguk says, and the dry porno dialogue on his lips should be lame and laughter-worthy but Taehyung is so on board he doesn't really care.
"Yeah," Taehyung whispers, and licks back into Jeongguk's mouth. "Let's do that." (He thinks he hears the director sigh in exasperation, but time has made its decree and everyone knows by now that viewers eat that shit up when Taehyung deviates from the script.)
They stumble down the hall, made a little difficult when they're still trying to make out and Taehyung is tempted to try and climb Jeongguk's lithe body, wrap his legs around his waist and let himself be carried, but maybe next time. For now, he lets Jeongguk tip him back onto the bed and crawl on top of him, hovering over him on all fours. 'Make out,' the script said poignantly, and make out they do, Taehyung curling his arms around Jeongguk's neck and letting himself get caught up in it until the director calls cut and gives them the okay to move along.
It shouldn't come as such a shock when Taehyung loses control of the scene but it does, Jeongguk's long fingers skittering along the edge of Taehyung's shorts before he's pushing Taehyung's shirt off and over his head. "You, too," Taehyung gasps out, tugging insistently at Jeongguk's flannel and Jeongguk lets him, preoccupied in tonguing at Taehyung's nipple and smirking when Taehyung whines and arches into it. He draws back to help Taehyung get rid of his flannel, pulls his own shirt off, and the skin on skin is delicious.
When he leans back down, it's not to kiss Taehyung - Taehyung whines again, this time in complaint - but instead he's kissing his way down Taehyung's bare stomach, the slight firmness of his abs (they like him soft yet lean in places, what can he say) and nuzzles against the tent in Taehyung's shorts, reminding him that he's been hard forever. "Hey," he says.
"What," Taehyung gasps out reflexively.
"Can I suck you off?" Jeongguk says, and when Taehyung manages a weak nod, he's going for it, easing Taehyung's shorts and boxers off in one and licking over the head of Taehyung's cock. When the director calls cut, makes them hold still so they can get a camera at the head of the bed, Taehyung nearly cries out in frustration; suddenly Jeongguk's mouth on his dick is the one thing he needs most right now.
Seriously, it's kind of infuriating, how composed Jeongguk looks as they move the cameras where they need to go - he's just there, waiting between Taehyung's thighs with Taehyung's goddamn cock right in front of his face. Who is this guy? It's off the script, and Jo Kwon's probably going to tear him a new asshole for this later, but Taehyung reaches out and cups the bulge between Jeongguk's legs and Jeongguk practically jerks at the touch. "Stop," Jeongguk hisses, his voice suddenly surprisingly severe without the cameras rolling.
Taehyung smiles smugly up at him; that tone is much less effective when he can feel how hard Jeongguk is for him, and it seems the rumors about his cock size didn't disappoint. "We'll get there soon enough, anyways," he says, and pulls his hand away as the director calls their attention again, letting them resume.
He can't help but admit it's impressive, the way Jeongguk flips that mental switch and dives right back into it, sucking Taehyung off like a champ. Something about it takes him in, pulls Taehyung under his spell like all of Jeongguk's poor viewers, and when Jeongguk pulls off with a pop, there's nothing else he can do when Jeongguk tells him to reverse positions with him. It's a bit awkward in the script but there's nothing awkward about this, the way Jeongguk puts Taehyung right where he wants him and that's here, on his hands and knees to suck Jeongguk off as Jeongguk puts those huge hands on Taehyung's ass and spreads his cheeks, making Taehyung shiver. Jeongguk hasn't even taken his pants off yet and he can't seem to recall whether the script said he needed to or not.
The cameramen shuffle into place as quickly as they can, but the director knows better than call stops now, with the flow going so well. Taehyung's thankful because with the first swipe of Jeongguk's tongue across his hole, he's trembling, flinching in Jeongguk's hands because he can't figure out whether he's okay with how this feels. Every time Taehyung gets rimmed, it's like this, like it's the first time - something so sinfully good he wants to squirm away and towards it at the same time, and Jeongguk...Jeongguk is so good at it Taehyung's gasping out moans around Jeongguk's cock.
"Take it deeper," Jeongguk says as he pulls his face back for air, and Taehyung shudders and, though he would've snapped something snarky back before, just hollows his cheeks around Jeongguk's cock and obeys.
He's getting into the headspace where he'll do anything that he's told, floaty and malleable like if Jeongguk wanted to push Taehyung's legs back so they rested on Jeongguk's shoulders - a position of flexibility usually far out of his realm and more in Jimin's - he probably could. As it is, with Jeongguk licking into his hole and reaching around to curl his fingers around Taehyung's cock and dip a thumb into the precome at his slit, he's putty in Jeongguk's hands. Taehyung keens at the added stimulation and almost chokes on Jeongguk's dick, not that he thinks either of them would object, but it's not on the agenda.
A hand gesture from the director, and Jeongguk withdraws again, leaving Taehyung mouthing at his cock helplessly as Jeongguk reaches for the conveniently placed lube. He drizzles it on his fingers and waits for it to warm a little, to Taehyung's surprise, and by the time he slides in the first, Taehyung is more than ready and hungry for it. "Yes, yes," he begs, unconsciously spreading his legs farther apart.
"Look at you," Jeongguk says lowly, and nips at Taehyung's ass cheek, Taehyung crying out in surprise at the sudden, momentary pain. This is off the script now, completely off the mark from whatever cliché line he was supposed to say, and there's not much Taehyung can do besides go with whatever Jeongguk wants him to do.
It's crazy, the way Jeongguk touches him - like Taehyung isn't a porn star who regularly enjoys getting pounded into mattresses and in other various positions. He's taken cocks with minimal prep before but Jeongguk stretches him out and rims him all over again, until Taehyung has to take his mouth off Jeongguk's cock or else he will choke. He presses his head to Jeongguk's thigh, the fabric of his jeans stiff against his skin, and lets the whimpers and moans trip out of his mouth.
When the director finally stops them, Taehyung barely raises his head from Jeongguk's leg, panting as he's told it's enough foreplay, time to move on to the fucking. It's about time, Taehyung's been craving more than the tease of Jeongguk's fingers against his prostate, not that he's objecting the slightest to that. His limbs are clumsy as Jeongguk pulls him into place, on his hands and knees but this time with Jeongguk behind him, smoothing hands down the length of Taehyung's bare back. There's the plasticky sound of a condom being opened and put on, and then Jeongguk throws aside the empty wrapper and apparently gives the crew the okay, because they're on again.
"Tell me you want it," Jeongguk says, back on his lines. "You do, don't you?"
Taehyung presses his face against the crook of his elbow and thinks about Jeongguk's cock in his mouth, the weight of him on Taehyung's tongue and so much heat. Thinks about it inside of him. "Yes," he gasps out.
Jeongguk dips a single finger into Taehyung's hole and Taehyung squirms against it, seeking more. "I can't hear you."
"I said yes," Taehyung says, louder, forcing out the words, "I want it!" and is rewarded when Jeongguk slides in, the sound of it wet in Taehyung's ears. It's everything he wanted and more, filling Taehyung up and pounding into him without pause to let him adjust. Even with the director and cameramen moving around them, making them stop to get the right angles, it's over faster than Taehyung's used to, Jeongguk coming in a mess all over Taehyung's back. He curls his fingers around Taehyung's cock and it only takes a few pulls before Taehyung follows in suit, come dripping onto the mattress below them like the most stereotypical porn shot.
❖
"How was it? How was it, how was it," Jimin yells into his ear and Taehyung winces, pulling the phone from his ear.
"What do you mean how was it," Taehyung complains. "You've fucked him too. A lot. Why do you have to ask?" And he literally has. When Taehyung got home, legs still a little wobbly from having the daylights fucked out of him by Jeon Jeongguk, he fired up his laptop and ended up watching three of Jeongguk's most-viewed films in a row, including one where he and Jimin went at it like animals. (After a while, you kind of get used to seeing your best friend in a porno, especially when you've starred in one with him yourself.)
"I know but still," Jimin says, and waits. Not very patiently, though, Taehyung can hear him fidgeting on the other end of the line.
"Fine," Taehyung says at last, scowling hard as if Jimin can see him from the other side. Maybe he can feel the force of it through the phone, though. "It was great. Really great and he rimmed me until I thought I was going to cry and I came really hard. What else do you want to hear?"
Jimin snickers at him. "Yeah, he's amazing at it, right?"
"You suck," Taehyung says instead, and then groans when he realizes what he's said. Seriously, the one downside of being in the porn industry is you can't say these words without them being a little too close to true. Jimin's sucked his dick and Jeongguk's and a whole lot more, et cetera.
"Some kind of best friend you are," he says to Jimin, and clicks on another video with Jeongguk in it, because he's a masochist like that.
❖
Taehyung does a few more films, sadly none with Seokjin but there's one with a strange but fun bro theme with Jimin (if this sprouts a new series, he's just gonna let it happen. No bromo and all that), until Jo Kwon puts a manila file into his hands looking like the cat that got the cream during their next meeting together. Taehyung's never too sure how to interpret that look, but it always ends up with come in his hair.
He opens it and bam, right there, says Jeongguk's name next to his for his next film. "Oh god," he mumbles and skims the summary. "What is this?"
Jo Kwon doesn't lose the self-satisfied expression. "What it says on the paper. The viewers ate it up, what you two did last time, so they wanted something more along those lines."
"Jo Kwon," Taehyung says flatly. "They want us to pretend we're boyfriends having sex for the first time. They want us to go out on a dinner date and for me to to be his blushing virgin bride."
"Well, you do what the viewers want," Jo Kwon says cheerfully. "Maybe this week you'll actually hit #1 and steal the position out from Jimin's nose, hmm?"
That's true, Taehyung thinks to himself, and it's not like he's in a position to turn down the projects he's given anyways.
They have that dinner date to go to, and there's actually some semblance of plot this time around, so styling takes longer than it did for their first film. Taehyung tips his head back dutifully as they powder his face and make all his flaws disappear. He's going to go on a date, and it's going to go perfectly, and he's going to have sex for the first time and that's going to go perfectly too, and that's all Taehyung needs to think about right now. And if the fact that Jeongguk's going to be sitting on the other side of the table makes him kind of nervous for some inexplicable reason, Taehyung's just gotta settle the butterflies in his stomach before they start shooting.
The script is pretty adorable in sickening way - Jeongguk holds his hand, opens the door for him when they get to the restaurant; Taehyung half-expects to read on the script that Jeongguk's pulling his chair out for him to sit down, too, but thankfully Taehyung gets to do that for himself. He's an independent young man and everything. What's worse is that Jeongguk really does everything else, eyes warm and affectionate as he listens to Taehyung talk. They follow the script to the word and Taehyung can't help but wonder what Jeongguk's actual favorite film is, what his actual hobbies are.
"Hey," Jeongguk says, and puts his hand over Taehyung's on the table. His hand is warm, too, and the touch almost makes Taehyung drop his fork. Maybe he should, the director seems to like that kind of thing. He could pass it off as nerves. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," Taehyung replies, surprised; Jeongguk's gone off script again. To be honest, he never really expected Jeongguk to be the type that was okay with it - Taehyung's filmed with plenty of people who follow it verbatim.
Jeongguk smiles at him and squeezes his hand. "No need to be nervous, 'kay?" he says, and resumes eating, oblivious to the butterflies suddenly animated in Taehyung's stomach again. This is a joke. A joke. How many times has Jimin told Taehyung not to get too caught up his scenes? But that's what makes Taehyung's films good, how much he throws himself into them, and now it's coming back to bite him in the ass.
(At least Jeongguk's gonna get a piece of that first.)
He finishes his fancypants food and makes sure to leave a bit of cream from his dessert at the corner of his lips, feigning more nerves when Jeongguk reaches over to wipe it off with his thumb and licking it off. "So messy," Jeongguk chides gently. Their faces are close.
"I've got you to clean me up, after all," Taehyung says playfully, and draws back only to take Jeongguk's hand with his again, letting Jeongguk intertwine their fingers. They leave the restaurant and do some window-shopping, Taehyung doing his best to ignore the cameramen in front and behind them. It's a cold day, both on script and in real life, so it's not too hard to Taehyung to press close to Jeongguk against the wind gusting by.
Here he's supposed to put his head on Jeongguk's shoulder and suggest they go home, initiate things. Taehyung's not sure why he's actually nervous when he does that, settling his head against Jeongguk's shoulder; Jeongguk's arm automatically comes up to curl around his shoulders, pulling Taehyung closer to him. "I think," he begins, and Jeongguk looks to him, making his heartbeat stutter, "I think we should go home now. Is that okay?"
He tugs lightly at Jeongguk's shirt inside the lovely big coat they gave Jeongguk to wear. Jeongguk looks at him for a long moment, making Taehyung want to fidget, but then he's wrapping his other hand around Taehyung's and looking him in the eye as if he wants to make sure Taehyung means it. "Okay," he acquiesces quietly, and the director calls cut.
They're shuttled quickly to their next location, a tidy, cute house that doesn't look much like the spartanly decorated hotel room they filmed their last scene at. It's supposed to be Jeongguk's house, and, cameras rolling again, he fumbles with the key in the lock without letting go of Taehyung's hand. "Got it," he mutters when he finally unlocks the door, and Taehyung laughs and lets Jeongguk pull him inside. They kiss slow and sweet on the goddamn welcome mat, Jeongguk still holding Taehyung's hands in his, and Taehyung tries to remember what he was told - you have all the time in the world, all you know is each other, you're going to make love for the first time. Fuck, he can't even remember the last time he had sex for the sake of having sex, no cameras and no fuss. This job and school doesn't leave much time for hunting down one night stands, much less relationships.
It's too much. For a second, Taehyung nearly freezes up and ruins the scene, but it's seriously too much. He's only just met the guy for the second time. He shouldn't have let Jo Kwon talk him into this -
Jeongguk's lips slow and then still against his and he doesn't go far when he pulls back, freeing a hand to cup Taehyung's face. "Hey, you with me? Are you nervous? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
Yes, we do, we have to, Taehyung thinks. but he smiles shyly at Jeongguk, turns his face to kiss his palm. "I'm totally fine," he says, improvising again and angry at himself because he let his real feelings filter into his work and make Jeongguk say something like this. He's got to give the guy props though, this was well executed. "A little nervous, yeah, but I know... I know you've got me."
Something burns in Jeongguk's eyes but when he kisses Taehyung again, he's still gentle, still sweet. "Good," he whispers against Taehyung's lips, a cameraman scooting closer to get the shot, and pulls away to lead Taehyung deeper into the house. Taehyung finds himself almost missing the heat of Jeongguk's body so close to his but they'll be getting hot and heavy soon enough, honestly.
Cut scene, on to setting up the next. The director is thrilled with their tangents from the existing script, encouraging them to take the scenes wherever they want, and they relocate inside the bedroom. It's a slow dance to undressing each other, half-choreographed and half-whatever they're doing off the top of their heads, and Jeongguk keeps dropping these little kisses all over Taehyung's face. Taehyung tries to catch his lips each time, like it's their own private game, and ignores how tight his chest feels.
When Jeongguk settles Taehyung back on the bed, he gets a strange sense of deja vu, like they've been here already like this, and almost laughs at how different it feels. He's hard in his underwear again, as a result from the intensity of Jeongguk's kisses, but it's like a slow, smoldering burn under his skin rather than the wildfire frantic need they ran on last time. And this director is more hands-off, letting them act without interrupting, and Taehyung is once again helpless to the direction Jeongguk is taking them. "Before - " he whispers, the words rising to his lips unbidden, "before we do anything..."
"Yeah, baby?" Jeongguk asks, pulling back so he can look Taehyung in the face properly, a small furrow of concern between his eyebrows.
Taehyung can't help but flush at the endearment. Oh shit, he really is the blushing virgin. "I - I just wanted to let you know, I, um, trust you. For tonight. And always, of course, but."
Jeongguk laughs quietly, leaning in to press a kiss to Taehyung's forehead. "Yeah. Of course."
The script dictates Taehyung let Jeongguk handle things, gripping at Jeongguk's shoulders as Jeongguk jerks him off, kissing Jeongguk back whenever Jeongguk brings their mouths together. He tries to follow it, he really does, but when Jeongguk's pressing careful kisses to his nipples and collarbone, Taehyung tugs him back up to kiss him properly, their hips aligned; they rut against each other, and things kind of progress naturally from there. When Taehyung comes first, it's not planned at all, and he knows that if they had a different, less lenient director, it'd be a fuck up.
Jeongguk glances at the director for a cue, pulling out of the scene as Taehyung trembles through the aftershocks and tries to figure out what just happened, but she seems pleased enough, flashing him a thumbs up and ushering for them to carry on. The footage will be good, at least, Taehyung thinks vaguely to himself - the way he gasped against Jeongguk's mouth, their hips thrusting sloppily. Yeah, stellar acting. He notices Jeongguk pause, staring down at Taehyung like he's trying to figure out what to do next, but then he's pressing in for another kiss and the cameras continue filming and Taehyung just holds on tight and gets swept up in it.
He fingers Taehyung open slowly, slowly, even more carefully than last time and Taehyung, for all its worth, does feel like a virgin all over again. Even his first time didn't feel like this, drowning in how focused Jeongguk is on Taehyung's every whimper and gasp, the way he reacts under his touch. By the time Jeongguk decides he's done with Taehyung's prostate, it feels like Taehyung's spine has melted, leaving him clumsily mouthing at Jeongguk's lips.
"Ready?" Jeongguk asks lowly. He's got the condom in hand, putting it on off screen as Taehyung knows the cameras are zooming in on him, the expression he has looking up at Jeongguk before they do the deed. None of his nervous anticipation is fake, Taehyung knows, which is probably a problem. He's already been fucked by this guy, for god's sake.
"Yes," he whispers, and Jeongguk eases in. It doesn't really, but Taehyung makes it look like it hurts, the stretch a new kind of pain and all that. What surprises him is how quickly Jeongguk stops when he gasps out, how he's willing to wait for Taehyung to (pretend to) adjust. By the time Jeongguk's fully inside him, they're both sweating, panting, less kissing and more breathing each other's air from how close they are. Jimin is going to die from laughter at how vanilla this is, Taehyung thinks to himself hopelessly.
Jeongguk takes a few shallow thrusts, testing, and Taehyung squirms against it. If he's honest, he loves how full penetrative sex makes him feel but it's not Taehyung the viewers are looking for, it's V, 'v' for 'virgin,' and he makes it look good like he always does. Pain melds into pleasure, his hands tight on Jeongguk's arms, their mouths drawn together again and again.
It's pretty embarrassing how long - or rather, short - Taehyung lasts, even though he's already come. With how Jeongguk's angled his thrusts deep and purposeful, firm but not harsh, he can barely hold off long enough for them to get enough good shots and then come together, shuddering apart against each other as Jeongguk comes inside him, in the condom. There's something about the way Jeongguk's hips stutter, his breath coming out erratic against Taehyung's ear that has him shivering, fingers tightening on Jeongguk's shoulders. Orgasms, it seems, make even Jeon Jeongguk honest.
The last scene is the two of them lying together, curled into each other. The perfect afterglow scene after your first time. Taehyung buries his face against Jeongguk's chest and wonders why he doesn't want the cameras to stop rolling.
❖
True to form, Jimin does laugh his ass off. "It's just so cutesy," he wheezes out when Taehyung whines and bats at him to stop.
"You know that kind of thing is out of my control," Taehyung protests. "Jo Kwon just handed me the thing - and I was like 'What!' but - "
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Jimin says, still chortling. He's sprawled on Taehyung's couch in a tank top that barely seems to be hanging onto his shoulders for dear life, which is a probably a view that thousands would pay to see on their own couches, but the glam and the fame have long faded for Taehyung. Once he jerked off to films with Jimin in them, but no more. If that isn't growth, Taehyung doesn't know what is.
He groans and leans back against the couch, letting his head fall back onto the seat next to Jimin's hip. "Jiminie." In all honesty, they got together to study, but Jimin for some reason excels in his classes with minimal time hitting the books, at least around Taehyung. It's painfully winter cold outside but in Taehyung's apartment, with the heating cranked up, they're comfortable enough in mere shirts and all Taehyung wants to do is curl up and nap, not study.
"What's up?" Jimin asks. There's a hand petting through Taehyung's hair, mussing up his bangs, and Taehyung closes his eyes as he leans into Jimin's touch.
"Haven't you done a series like this before?" Taehyung says, rebutting a question with his own, even though he knows the answer to it already. He's even seen it, the collection of films Jimin filmed with Seokjin casting them as long-term, smitten boyfriends. (He saw the follow-up, too, a bukkake with Jimin as the centerpiece, tongue out and eyelashes sticky with come, but that's besides the point. There's no easier way to shake off a connotation of warm and fluffy than a bukkake film.)
Jimin's fingers slow but don't stop. "Yeah," he says thoughtfully. "What about it?"
Taehyung thinks about the open-mouth kisses, the film where they were long-distance lovers reuniting, all scrambling hands and passionate moans. And Jimin and Seokjin are both weathered actors now, who know what inflection to put where to make it look as real as possible. "How do you do it? Like, how do you shake off that feeling that…"
"That it's real?" Jimin finishes for him, taking the words out of his mouth. He props himself up on an elbow, and when Taehyung peeks up through his bangs at him, his best friend's open-book expression is unreadable for once. "You feel that, with Jeongguk, don't you?"
It's less of a statement than a question, and Taehyung averts his eyes. Recalls the gentle, adoring look in Seokjin's eyes when he raised a hand to turn Jimin's face towards his, angling it for the perfect kiss - all caught perfectly on camera. Even Taehyung had been caught up in that, believed it, opened his mouth for the hook, line, and sinker the CEO was always telling them to throw. "Maybe," he admits. Yes.
Jimin sighs, and the air blows across to ruffle Taehyung's bangs, making Taehyung grumble a little as he reaches up to pat them into place in an effort to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere. "You just have to keep in mind that it's just a film, I guess. After all, you're always aware of the cameras, the director and staff around you, right? Don't lose sight of that. They're going to keep putting you two together for these types of projects until the viewers get sick of them, but this is work, Taehyung, and Jeongguk's just doing his job."
"Yeah," Taehyung mumbles, grateful when Jimin doesn't say anything about the way he squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face against Jimin's arm.
❖
Seasoned professional Jimin is right about the demand (he wasn't #1 for nothing and Taehyung will never doubt him again), but it isn't until after a whirlwind of papers and midterms does Taehyung have enough time on hand to hit the film sets again. He walks into the venue on Saturday and Jo Kwon practically seizes him by the collar, shoving a few more files into his hands. "Look through these and pick which one you want to do first," he instructs, rapidfire.
"Oh, god," Taehyung says, and barely has enough time to flip through the first before Jo Kwon's sending him off on his way for a reunion with Suga's tongue. Taehyung, and his ass, would never say no, though, and it's a breeze following the simple plot lined out for them and sobbing into the sheets when Yoongi gets to it.
They wrap things up neatly, because Taehyung is nothing but professional, and Yoongi smirks as he says, "Until we meet again" and Taehyung tries to look him in the eyes instead of at his mouth. That's about all that Taehyung feels the urge to look at though, which is a nice reprieve.
To make up for his break with school, he's back again the next day, yawning from the early morning start. It's one of those delightful bathroom scenes, but when Taehyung sees that frame and silhouette in his co-star's chair again, he feels his heart drop to somewhere around his ankles. Shit, it's Jeongguk, and he's already shirtless.
"You should warn a guy," he groans to Jo Kwon as he's ushered onto the set, and Jo Kwon rolls his eyes and tells him to read his proposals more often ("And pay attention to who you're filming with!") before the director's calling their attention. When Taehyung slumps into his own chair, Jeongguk doesn't even spare a sideways glance at him.
It's pretty standard, and still following the whole lovey-dovey theme. They'll be in tiny little Speedos for the bathtub scene and sit together - with, God forbid, Taehyung sitting between Jeongguk's legs - talking playfully and flirting, making out, the works. After they jerk each other off a little, they switch to the shower where the good stuff happens. Seeing as Taehyung can see the staff filling up the bathtub already, masses of bubbles rising to the surface, they're just going to jump right into it.
"And hurry up and take your clothes off, Taehyung," the director says briskly, and Taehyung scrambles to follow directions, shedding the hoodie and pants he'd pulled on upon waking up. For a moment, he thinks he feels someone's gaze on his back, his legs, but when he looks up, there's only Jeongguk flipping through his script with a detached air. He's probably already memorized it all.
"This is going to cover nothing," Taehyung laments as he's handed a scrap of swimsuit material and is told to put it on. Girls probably wear thongs bigger than this thing. On the bright side, Jeongguk's wearing one too, black to Taehyung's white, and Taehyung doesn't hold back on admiring the muscles of Jeongguk's thighs. They look rock hard, and feel it too, as Taehyung knows from experience. A couple weeks have gone by, yet Taehyung takes one look at the guy and it's all coming back too vividly.
Call him a kid, but he's excited when they get into the bathtub. Simple pleasures, right? As per the script, they start out across from each other, washing each other with the soapy water. Taehyung laughs, ticklish, when Jeongguk scoops some of the bubbles and piles them on Taehyung's shoulders and on his back, that smile on his face again. Like he's looking at something precious.
"Hi," Taehyung says, a little silly. Jeongguk curls an arm around him and leans in close, trapping Taehyung's hands between their chests as Jeongguk kisses him. They mouth at each other for a little bit, separating with a quiet smack before resuming lathering each other up.
"Hello," Jeongguk says, and Taehyung laughs again, into Jeongguk's mouth. The sound dissolves into a quiet moan when Jeongguk nips Taehyung's bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue, licking into Taehyung's mouth.
Unconsciously, Taehyung's leaned in to close the gap between them as they kiss and Jeongguk tugs him forward all the way, intertwining their fingers at the water's surface. It's a few quiet moments - as quiet as it can get on set, anyways - with just the splashing of the water whenever they move and the wet, muted sounds of their kissing.
They separate eventually, taking a moment with their foreheads resting against each other, Taehyung's heartbeat stuttering like a traitor at how close Jeongguk is, as if Jeongguk's not going to get closer. "C'mere," Jeongguk whispers, and curls his hands around Taehyung's arms loosely, almost proprietarily. Taehyung scoots through the warm water so his back is right up against Jeongguk's solid chest, Jeongguk's crotch resting softly against the back of Taehyung's ass at his tailbone, and Taehyung can't help but shiver a little. They're only separated by two incredibly thin layers of cloth that do nothing to hide the erection Jeongguk's getting.
Taehyung settles back, gets comfortable in the dip of Jeongguk's body as Jeongguk's curled around him in what Taehyung can only call an embrace. What Jimin said suddenly gets way harder to keep at the front of Taehyung's mind when Jeongguk leans in to kiss at his earlobe and neck. "Feel good?" he asks.
Taehyung sighs, purposefully a little loud, and turns his face towards Jeongguk's neck. He recalls his line. "Mmm, yes. Now that you're here with me."
The premise they're playing off of is that Taehyung's had a rough day, and Jeongguk's here to make it all better, indulging him and making him feel good. He showers Taehyung's face with those little pecks of kisses again, making Taehyung laugh reluctantly and push him away with a gentle hand. When their lips meet again, Jeongguk's touch makes its way up Taehyung's side to play with his nipple, Taehyung whimpering into Jeongguk's mouth at the pleasure.
Jeongguk makes a questioning sound against Taehyung's lips, like he's checking in with Taehyung and it's all Taehyung can do to nod and ask for more, curling his hand around Jeongguk's other wrist. He feels more sensitive than usual, body tuned to Jeongguk's touches. They pause for a moment so they can rearrange their limbs, Taehyung's legs in Jeongguk's lap so he's subtly lifted above the water level and his cock is in full view when Jeongguk moves to tug Taehyung's swimsuit down enough to jerk him off languidly.
"Ah - " Taehyung gasps, head falling back against Jeongguk's shoulder again as Jeongguk twists his wrist just right. He moans at the perfect pressure of Jeongguk's hand around his cock, the way Jeongguk's other hand hasn't stilled but rather is rubbing and tweaking at Taehyung's nipple. By the time Jeongguk brings their mouths together again, his breath is coming in unsteady bursts, punctuating each whimper.
The water splashes as Jeongguk lifts his head long enough to bring the arm Taehyung has wedged between them back behind his shoulders, to lower his mouth to Taehyung's other nipple. He kisses it, tongues it until it stiffens at his ministrations, and smirks up at Taehyung when Taehyung lets out another choked noise. "Good?" he asks again, hand stilling.
"Yes," Taehyung says, craving his touches already. His cock is so hard it would be embarrassing if he didn't want this so badly. "More, please - please - "
Jeongguk resumes both his hand on Taehyung's cock and his mouth, but his other hand slides down to intertwine with Taehyung's again, holding it there against Taehyung's side. Somehow the warmth around his hand is the most embarrassing of all, and Taehyung's relieved when Jeongguk withdraws his only to shift Taehyung higher on his legs and take Taehyung's cock into his mouth instead.
Vaguely, he realizes his cries are echoing in the bathroom around them as Jeongguk bobs up and down on his cock, but it's hard to care when you're being sucked off. He can feel himself hardening all the way in Jeongguk's mouth, Jeongguk eyeing him sideways with an almost predatory look in his eyes. Taehyung presses his face against Jeongguk's neck again and gasps when Jeongguk finally releases him, but groans in disappointment as Jeongguk pulls his skimpy swimsuit back up and into place.
He quickly changes his mind when Jeongguk gently lifts him off his lap and lets Taehyung shift forward, turning around as Jeongguk sits up on the rim of the bathtub and yanking his own swimsuit down to his thighs. Taehyung crawls forward with a little more enthusiasm than he'd like, but they have to stop for the cameras to move so they won't be blocked by Jeongguk's arm.
One talent out of many, but Taehyung's always been damn good at sucking cock. Ever since the first film he was in. With these lips and an apparent lack of a gag reflex, he knows he can give it to them good. Jeongguk's been knocking him off his game a little, he'll admit, but he takes Jeongguk into his mouth, curling his fingers around the length he can't reach yet, and basks in the soft moans he knocks from Jeongguk's throat.
"Stop, stop, Taehyung," the director calls, and Jeongguk practically groans in protest, hunching his shoulders. The cameras halt, and Taehyung draws back, confused.
"W-What?" he asks, mind fuzzy at being pulled out of the scene, and hurriedly puts some distance between him and Jeongguk.
"We can use this footage from just now, but you forgot to kiss him before going in with the oral," the director chastises. "Don't forget the set-up. You're boyfriends. Slow down and make it sweet."
Taehyung nods earnestly, mentally beating himself up - forgetting the set-up of the plot and each step of the script is a fucking rookie mistake. For all of Jeongguk's professionalism before, though, he doesn't have anything scathing to say when Taehyung shuffles back into place, the bathwater gone cold by now.
They start over with Jeongguk hoisting himself onto the edge of the bathtub, and Taehyung moves in. He puts his hands on Jeongguk's thighs lightly and tips his chin up, seeking, smiling into it when Jeongguk leans down to kiss him lingeringly. Then it's back to the blowjob, Taehyung making sure he pauses to catch his breath and leave playful kisses on Jeongguk's inner thighs before taking Jeongguk deeper. Not anything fancy, and it's not long before Jeongguk is pushing at Taehyung's shoulders to stop him. Taehyung takes it upon himself to pull Jeongguk's swimsuit back on, like a present to unwrap later.
Once all the bathtub scenes are cleared, they get out of the tub, wiping off some of the leftover bubbles on their back and arms as the water gets drained. The spacious shower is right next door, clear walls and fitted with shampoo and conditioner as if it's their own shower, the one they share in their home together. There's even a small ledge that'll do fine as a seat (and will be used as one, as Taehyung knows).
Jeongguk adjusts himself in his swimsuit as they get into the shower, filming back on, and Taehyung pulls his eyes away, swallowing hard. He fidgets off to the side as Jeongguk turns on the water, adjusting its warmth before turning to Taehyung and taking his hand.
"Time to get you clean," Jeongguk says, and the look in his eyes and the smirk playing at his lips say Time to get you dirty instead. No wonder the viewers eat him up whenever Jeongguk's in a film. Jeongguk reels Taehyung in, and their attempt to rinse each other off properly deteriorates into desperate frotting, shedding their swimsuits with clumsy fingers. By the time Taehyung gets back down on his knees to take Jeongguk's cock down his throat, Jeongguk rocking gently into his open mouth, Taehyung's harder than ever.
Taehyung pulls off of Jeongguk's cock with a gasp, blinking water out of his eyes. "Please," he whimpers, mouthing along the length of it. "Please, please."
"You are so - " Jeongguk groans, and practically lifts Taehyung up, bending him over and shutting the water off roughly, reaching for the lube innocently hidden among the shampoo bottles. He barely waits after one finger to add another, stretching Taehyung with that same intensity as always, and covers Taehyung's body with his own when he leans up to be kissed. Taehyung turns his head to the side as far as he can to meet him, gasping into Jeongguk's mouth when Jeongguk deliberately rubs his fingertips up against Taehyung's prostate. "Prop yourself up on the wall," he murmurs, and Taehyung stretches his arms out without fuss, trying to hold himself up.
When Jeongguk finally slides home, Taehyung's entire body reacts, a breathless moan tripping its way out his throat as his arms weaken and send him slipping a little against the clear glass of the shower wall. "Steady," Jeongguk whispers up against his ear, tonguing his earlobe, and makes that impossible as he fucks into Taehyung with quick, sharp thrusts. Taehyung's used to being the vocal one in scenes but this is nothing short of obscene, the way he mewls and whimpers and cries on Jeongguk's cock; at one point, Jeongguk's pistoning his hips so forcefully he's got Taehyung shoved up against the wall, Taehyung keening at the cold counterpoint of the glass against his cock to the heat of Jeongguk behind him.
They use the ledge as told, Jeongguk sitting back and finding the leverage to fuck up into Taehyung who can barely hold himself in place on Jeongguk's cock, and then again standing, Taehyung's leg hitched up around Jeongguk's waist as they do it facing each other this time. He can tell Jeongguk's getting close, the way he's making those sounds - halfway between a moan and an exhalation, like he's stopped caring about holding them back - into Taehyung's open mouth. It riles Taehyung up even more, and he scrambles at Jeongguk's back and doesn't have the coherency to care about the red scratches he must be leaving.
He comes all over his stomach, sobbing against Jeongguk's neck, and Jeongguk doesn't last much longer after that. It's all over in a rush, Jeongguk pulling out of him and jerking himself off onto Taehyung's skin, Taehyung gripping weakly at his arm to ground himself.
They're both spent. Their heavy breaths echo in the shower stall around them, between them, and Jeongguk slowly turns the water back on to rinse them both clean. He starts to shampoo Taehyung's hair, lathering the bubbles up, and Taehyung tips his head back for a slow, sweet kiss, just as requested.
He's so fucked, in more ways than one.
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