A Stroke of Serendipity

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Jimin had decided a long time ago that dating was not for him. His job made it difficult, more difficult than it had to be, so instead he went out once in a blue moon for a hook-up. Working in the adult film industry made it so more than once he'd been recognized and suddenly the guy was too eager and sloppy, wanting to fuck him just for the bragging rights of having nailed a porn star. They wanted him to reenact scenes from his movies; they wanted him to do all the work, to get them off. It was his job - as the cute little bottom boy - to make whoever he fucked in his movies get off, so why not in real life? This is why one night stands were easier. Get his brains fucked out - hopefully - anonymously, and then go home, crawl into his own bed after a nice hot shower and then in the morning go to work. He rarely had a second thought about the men he fucked. Don't get him wrong, he loved his job. Sure it was acting, but he still got to be filled by some of the best cocks in the industry, which was always fun.

As he sat in his small dressing room, he found his mind wandering back to the night before. He didn't know the man's name, which wasn't anything new, but saying he didn't care would be a lie. Saying he was actually curious for once, wouldn't be. He undressed and sat down on the blanket he'd laid out on the couch. He spread his thighs and hooked his heals on the front edge of the seat, pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers. A sigh fell from his lips as he teased himself, tracing fingertips around his hole and spreading the lube before he slipped two past the tight ring of muscle, pushing through despite the resistance against his short fingers.

He bit his lip and sighed softly again, closing his eyes as he prepared himself for today's scene. It usually was just a part of the job but today was different. He lazily pumped his fingers in and out, feeling his breath quicken. His eyes fluttered closed at a flash of memory of the long thin fingers that had been inside him last night, of the heavy dick that had split him open to the point he still felt it. He found himself slowly stroking his cock as he fingered himself, flashes of this one night flooding his mind.

He was so deep in the memory that when there was a knock on the door it startled him. He cried out and hooked his fingers, suddenly pushing them far deeper until the tips barely brushed against the bundle of nerves still sensitive from the pounding the night before, making a shudder run down his spine and his body tighten around his fingers. He was going to drive himself crazy if his mind kept wandering this way. He shuddered and took a deep breath, slowly removing his fingers as he reached out to grab a soft towel to clean the lube from his hands. He stood and propped his foot on the little chair at the vanity and grabbed the soft lavender butt plug from its little case in front of the mirror and slipped it inside himself, a soft exhale of air like a moan leaving his lips. Oh how he loved the feeling of being full.

The door opened a moment later to reveal the company producer and one of his best friends, Jin. They met through the industry several years ago on a shoot and that was that. It was like they knew each other their entire lives, when their friend groups had combined it was so seamless it felt like it was meant to be. A few years later Jin came to work at the same production company.

"You need help with the lingerie? Your fat ass always pushes everything out of place so it can get all the attention. Your booty is an attention whore." Jin closed the door behind him and set his clipboard on the edge of the vanity then slapped him on the mentioned body part and shook his head with a playful click of his tongue.

Jimin laughed and started slipping into the soft strappy lace lingerie, the same color of pretty lavender as the butt plug. As he dressed they talked about plans for the evening and Jin helped to make sure all the straps were placed properly; that the ruffled straps of lace curving and framing his ass were tight in all the right places.