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Jimin keens loudly and throws his head back at the same time that he puts his hands behind him so he can ride Namjoon at a better angle. He bounces up and down, his thighs trembling and sweat trickling down his back. He's a natural at it. Yoongi quietly admires that, how easy it is for Jimin to do the things he knows people would cream their pants imagining he'd do. Yoongi has worked with Jimin on a total of four films comprised of at least over a thousand different takes and of all those takes, the footage he gets of Jimin sucking someone off is always the best.
As Taehyung had said when he first brought Jimin to Yoongi's attention: "He has a body so fit, dick sucking lips, and an ass that just won't quit."
Even the little hitches in his breath come out very naturally. But there's still something off about this scene. It's not just the newcomer lying under Jimin with his hands barely touching Jimin's hips. The newcomer is called Namjoon and if Jimin is one of the best Yoongi's ever worked with, Namjoon is the worst. But Yoongi's trying to go easy on him. It's his first day after all.
"Oh, fuck," Jimin moans loudly. High pitched and broken. His bouncing gets faster and the slap of skin against skin echoes on the set. "Oh, yeah, daddy. Fuck me."
Yoongi can practically hear Taehyung gulp next to him and emit a low: "Oh, boy..."
But Yoongi doesn't pay it any mind. He doesn't bother to ask anymore, how Taehyung can find himself getting turned on at the sight of someone fucking his long time boyfriend. Nothing about the two of them makes any sense. Yoongi would be idiotic to try to look it in the epitome of nonsensical.
Namjoon pants from beneath Jimin and his neck is strained as he holds it up, eyes on his own dick going in and out of Jimin. "Are you fond of this big cock?" Grunts it. But he doesn't seem to feel it.
In the director's chair, Yoongi sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Cut, cut!"
The slapping stops and Yoongi opens his eyes to Jimin still on top of Namjoon but completely still. Namjoon's dick is still inside him but he looks bored, eyes on his nails. If he had gum, he'd be chewing the hell out of it. Namjoon looks up at him, his skin going a deep red as if he'd forgotten that people were watching. That they were on camera. His eyes widen.
"Christ, Namjoon, we're making a porno, not reciting shakespeare."
"What?"
"Do you have to be so formal?" Yoongi asks. "Have you ever had sex?"
Namjoon blushes even more. "Of course I've had sex."
"Doesn't sound like it."
"I don't usually talk during it."
"But you have seen porn, haven't you? It's not always about the talk, it's about the feeling. You have to make people feel like they're the ones being fucked, Christ, Namjoon, you want us to make a living, don't you?" Yoongi looks away from Namjoon's beet face and to Jimin who still looks uninterested and rather unaroused considering the cock up his ass. "And, Jimin?"
Jimin narrows his eyes. "Excuse you? Me?"
"Yeah, you. Your acting is good but what the fuck are you saying? You realize nobody talks like that unless it's in amateur porn or really bad fanfiction? 'Fuck me, daddy'? Where the fuck did you get that?"
"It's my signature line."
"Since when?"
"Since he played the house husband's eighteen year old neighbor that he cheats on his nineteen year old neighbor with," Taehyung says a matter-of-factly, no longer next to Yoongi as he's walking up to Jimin with a bottle of water. "What was that one called, baby?"
Jimin pecks Taehyung's nose in thanks, taking the water bottle as he gets off Namjoon's with a noncommittal shrug. "American Booty."
"Ugh," Taehyung smiles. "My favorite one."
"Okay," Yoongi snaps his fingers. "First of all, Thing 1, I was talking to Thing 2. Second of all, I don't give a fuck what amateur porno you made years ago, that line is stupid."
"My fanbase loves it," Jimin says with an eyeroll.
"I don't care what your fans love."
"But you care that they'll pay to see my ass in 1080p, don't you?"
Jimin takes a sip of his water as he leaves the room, twisting with lube still running down his crack, not a fucking care in the world. He's right. Yoongi hates him for being right. He rolls his eyes.
"Namjoon, work on behaving like a normal person, can you do that?"
"Yeah," Namjoon has his hands over his cock, covering himself in what Yoongi presumes must be that first time shame. He nods. "I can do that."
"Good, we'll try again after lunch," Yoongi turns to the crew. "Turn the set around, let's skip this scene for now and shoot 6A, tell Seokjin to start getting ready and, Taehyung, get it up. I'm taking a coffee break."
Namjoon watches the tiny director leave. The crew start to disassemble the lights around him. But Namjoon is a little afraid of moving. Sure, everyone was just watching his ass when he was getting lost in Jimin's ass (it truly is mesmerizing) but getting up is a little bit different. He's considering the likelihood of disappearing if he hopes for it really hard when Taehyung approaches him.
"Might I lend you some advice?"
Namjoon looks up. Taehyung's robe is gone and his right hand is wrapped around his dick, stroking up and down while his left is holding a cup of coffee. This is normal now, Namjoon thinks. This is his life. "Advice?"
Taehyung takes a sip. Namjoon can't tear his eyes away from his dick though. Taehyung is turning his palm and twisting up and down, getting himself erect without the use of meds like so many other actors resort to using. Namjoon's heard horror stories about those and he's lucky that he stumbled upon Yoongi who bans any and all erectile drugs from his set.
"Do you mind?"
"No."
"Okay," Taehyung continues getting himself hard while he looks up into empty space, deep in thought. "When you're doing this...you have to find a balance between remembering it isn't real and knowing that it's real."
"What?"
"Jimin. He's really good, isn't he?"
Namjoon swallows. This might be a trap. They may be in the industry and fuck anyone they have to during work hours but Taehyung and Jimin are still very much a couple, one that Namjoon doesn't want to get in the way of. "Um."
"You can say it. He's great."
"Well...yeah."
"Right. It's important that you feel all the things he does, the little things. Like when he tightens up just a little bit. Or, if he's fucking you and he starts moving his hips in a circle, holy shit," Taehyung's hand stops and he laughs. "Gonna come if I think about it too much. But my point is, feel him. React to him. Just don't get lost in it."
"...Okay. Thanks."
Taehyung nods. "No problem." He starts to walk away, his cute little ass twisting as he does. But then he turns around. "Also, if you're ever on top, if you bend Jimin's legs back a little bit, you're almost always guaranteed to hit his prostate and he'll start...mewling. You won't be able to help reacting. Good for realism."
"Thank you," Namjoon manages to say.
This is weird. Eventually, one of the crew members politely informs him to leave the bed so he does, holding his dick in his hands like he doesn't know what else to do. A note should be made that he does not know what else to do. He was desperate for cash and that's how he got into this mess -- this perfectly safe and well paying mess. He didn't expect such, well, normal people. For the most part. With Taehyung being an exception.
"Hmph."
Seokjin has his face buried in the crook of Jeongguk's neck and, despite the pleasure he's getting in his groin, he can't help but roll his eyes as Jeongguk continues on his tirade. Jeongguk works him really well though, jerking Seokjin up and down at the perfect pace. Fast enough for him to get hard but slow enough for him to not come. He's the only person who can do it right.
Which, of course, means Jeongguk considers the time the perfect opportunity to whine. Like a little baby.
"I'm just saying I'm sure there's a way you could, like, get Yoongi to not give you any scenes with Hoseok."
"You don't want me to have any scenes with anyone but you."
"And I have to get what I want little by little," Jeongguk sighs. "Can you please talk to Yoongi? Do the scene with Jimin or something?"
"You realize you're talking me out of doing a scene with someone I used to date in favor of doing a scene with someone I'm currently fucking?"
"Fucking," Jeongguk enunciates. "Fucking, you're not dating him. I don't even think you like Jimin when he's not blowing you."
"He's really sweet."
Jeongguk pulls back to look Seokjin in the eyes. "The difference is that you used to date Hoseok and you used to care about him. Like love and stuff."
"And stuff?"
Jeongguk squeezes at the base of Seokjin's dick. "And stuff."
"And you're thinking that if I pretend to fuck Hoseok in one scene, his dick is going to be so magical that I won't be able to deny him? Like I'll get one taste of it and be put in a trance? Hoseok's dick is a lot of things but it's not magic."
"There were way too many references to his dick in that sentence."
"You started this conversation," Seokjin pulls Jeongguk in and lays his head down on his shoulder again, trying to enjoy as much of the handjob as he can without coming.
"And I'll end it if you don't take me seriously."
"Seriously? And how are you planning to--shit!"
A high pitched moan escapes Seokjin's mouth and his hand comes up to meet the back of Jeongguk's head. Jeongguk, who dived down and took Seokjin's dick into his mouth without any warning, the fucking cunt lifts himself off with a pop.
"Are you gonna talk to him?"
"Don't be stupid," Seokjin grips Jeongguk's hair. "If you make me come right now, fucking three minutes before shooting, Yoongi's just gonna ask you to take my place. How would you like to fuck Hoseok, hm?"
Jeongguk rolls his eyes but stands up. "I still don't like it."
"Fucking hell, Jeongguk, that's an engagement ring on your finger!"
"Okay," Yoongi comes back, running a hand through his hair before putting his director's cap back on. The set's ready. Seokjin is already pretending to be asleep on the set couch. The lighting is good. "Okay," he says again. "Where's Hoseok?"
Before anyone can answer, Hoseok comes up behind him, planting a heavy kiss on his cheek and squeezing his waist. He's always affectionate but especially affectionate when it's time for him to shoot with someone. It's his way of combatting Yoongi's jealousy. It's sweet. Yoongi likes it too much to tell Hoseok that he doesn't really get jealous anymore. He knows the difference between fiction and reality and, in reality, Hoseok wakes him up with his dick almost every morning.
Yoongi plants a kiss on Hoseok's lips and smooths his hair back, getting a good look at him.
"You and Taehyung looked good together."
Hoseok smirks. "I look good with everybody. But especially with you."
"Keep dreaming."
"I'll get you on camera one of these days," Hoseok winks and slips off his robe. He walks behind the prop door of the set and Yoongi waits a minute to roll sound before calling action.
The scene is a simple one. It's not meant for the people who log in to get something rough and rowdy. It's the complete opposite of the scene he shot with Jimin and Namjoon. It's gentle, sweet. Seokjin and Hoseok are already lovers and Hoseok wakes Seokjin with kisses before they get it on nice and slow. That's the real script.
It's very different from the copy Jeongguk was given. So when Hoseok starts peppering gentle kisses up and down Seokjin's back, Jeongguk furrows his brow. When Seokjin pretends to wake up and giggles softly, forehead enclosed with Hoseok's, Jeongguk mouths "What the fuck is this?" When Hoseok gently preps Seokjin and then rolls into him, deep and slow, Jeongguk is clenching his fists tight.
Yeah, Yoongi's not especially proud of deceiving Jeongguk but if he doesn't shut him up with a fake script every now and then, Jeongguk won't stop bothering him. It's weird that Taehyung and Jimin can watch each other do scenes without getting upset but Yoongi would prefer it if Jeongguk was like them instead of the overly jealous creep he tended to be.
Seokjin, lying on his stomach, face planted on the pillow, spreads his legs farther open to allow Hoseok more access and the way his eyebrows bunch up and he lets out a small sigh...It's so real, Yoongi almost wants to cry. Jimin is his best and Seokjin is, like, his prince. If not for Jeongguk, he could get more scenes with Jimin and Seokjin into the show but, as aforementioned, Jeongguk is a lil bitch. But Seokjin and Jimin would be so beautiful together.
He has to make it happen eventually.
Seokjin ruts a little against the mattress. Hoseok reaches his hand down to intertwine it with Seokjin's. The two of them move slowly but passionately, inhaling each other's sighs and swallowing moans and looking completely in love. Next to Yoongi, Jeongguk has a silent nervous breakdown.
If only Yoongi could care.
Not.