VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

His Sexy Model (M)

"Oh baby, I just wanna rip those clothes off and fuck you on set," Jungkook murmured into Taehyung's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the model's spine. Taehyung smirked, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stepped back into position. The set was bustling with activity, makeup artists and stylists fluttering around them, oblivious to the private conversation happening between the star model and his devoted manager, photographer, boyfriend and owner of this well established modeling agency.

"Jungkook, focus," Taehyung teased, his voice a low purr that made the photographer's heart race. He couldn't help but chuckle at the predictable reaction he always managed to get from his boyfriend. Jungkook rolled his eyes playfully before returning his attention to the camera, the intensity of his gaze never wavering from Taehyung.

The set was a study in contrasts. The stark white background reflected the bright lights, making the black boots Taehyung wore stand out like a bold exclamation point. They were the kind of boots that could survive a runway or a midnight stroll through the city streets, their polished finish gleaming under the artificial glow. His dark navy shorts were short, cinched in with two leather belts that crisscrossed over the flawless expanse of his lower abs. They emphasized the femanine length of his legs and the seductive sway of his hips as he moved. The oversized leather jacket was a statement piece, hanging low on his shoulders and framing his bare chest like a second skin.

Jungkook's eyes lingered on the jacket, his mind racing with the thoughts of peeling it off Taehyung's body, revealing the sculpted shoulders and collarbones that were a testament to the model's rigorous fitness routine. But for now, he had to channel that desire into his work. The camera clicked away, capturing every angle of Taehyung's outfit, every nuance of his expression. The tension between them was palpable, a dance of professionalism and passion that had become their signature dynamic on set.

As the shoot progressed, Taehyung decided to play along with Jungkook's flirtatious banter. He sauntered over to the rack of clothes, running his fingers over the fabrics with feigned indecision. The rest of the crew watched, amused, as the couple's playfulness began to spill over into their work. Taehyung picked up a scarf, wrapping it around his neck with a dramatic flourish before tossing it aside with a laugh. Jungkook couldn't resist the temptation anymore; he set the camera aside and stalked towards him, a predatory glint in his eye.

The other models and crew members giggled as Taehyung took off running, his laughter echoing through the studio. Jungkook pursued him, the sound of his own laughter growing louder with every step. They darted around light stands and equipment, their movements a mesmerizing blur of grace and athleticism. The chase was harmless, a light-hearted game that had become a familiar sight during downtime on set. Taehyung knew Jungkook wouldn't catch him; he was too fast, too nimble. But the thrill of the pursuit was intoxicating, a reminder of the excitement that had first brought them together.

Taehyung made a sharp turn, his boots squeaking against the polished floor as he slid to a halt in front of a backdrop that had been rolled down but not yet secured. He reached out and yanked it down with a dramatic flourish, hiding behind the heavy fabric. Jungkook skidded to a stop, grinning from ear to ear as he listened to the muffled giggles coming from the other side. He approached cautiously, knowing that Taehyung could emerge at any moment to continue their playful dance. The anticipation was thrilling, their hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of their teasing game.

The crew couldn't help but watch, smiling as the couple's chemistry filled the room. They had seen this routine before. The chase, the laughter, the inevitable collapse into a pile of limbs and affection. It was a welcome break from the monotony of the fashion world, a reminder that even the most beautiful and successful people had moments of pure, unfiltered joy. The stylists and makeup artists paused in their work, leaning in to see where the pair would end up this time. The air was charged with the excitement of a private show, one that only they were privy to.