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Jungkook (Requested)

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Jungkook- Photoshoot

SMUTTY SMUT SMUT!

You showed up at the production site at 8 A.M. sharp. Right on schedule, you headed in and flashed the security guard your I.D. badge. You headed down the chilling interior, your heels clicking against the marble flooring.

You weren't sure what you were in store for today, so you came dressed in professional attire. A pantsuit paired with a pair of black pumps that most girls could not manage to walk in with grace but you had been the exception. STUDIO B, stood out to you in bold lettering as your hand hesitantly hovered over the doorknob.

Who would have thought that some random boy who spotted you on the street and asked you to model for him, would have a studio of this magnitude. Your hand finally pressed down the handle and the door swung open, revealing the large space in all its simplicity.

Every single wall, white, the entire studio was minimalistic, the only thing standing out to you being the small yet messy desk the sat at the far corner.

There were a few plants strategically positioned around the studio and a corner crowded with equipment. You were startled by the sound of a throat being cleared, the sound reverberating across the room and making your shoulders tense.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings to spot the black haired male who had scouted you just a couple of days ago. Unlike his casual attire he sported that day, today he looked befitting of a model. He wore a long black coat paired with a black button down shirt and a pair of black jeans. His boots were also black, completing his outfit and making it stand out even more to you. It was simple, yet classy, and you assumed that his choice in clothing had cost more than your college tuition. He flashed you a half-smile, only lasting for a moment before he spoke.

"Nice to see you again." His tone was cold and monotone, he didn't sound happy to see you at all. It sounded like an automated voice message, like something he probably told all of his models.

You tried to swallow but your throat was going dry, you tried your best to speak in a suitable tone but you couldn't seem to get any words to escape your mouth. You just flashed him a small smile before nodding, your hands nervously clasped together in front of you, feeling yourself falter under his gaze.

You watched earnestly as the photographer headed over to his small desk, slipping out of his coat and propping it on the back of his chair. He smoothed out the wrinkles in his button down and picked up a camera, putting the strap around his neck. His hands skillfully held the camera, like it was a perfect fit for him, as he headed back in your direction.

He stood in front of you, casually ignoring your presence as he fumbled with the switches on the camera. You bit down on your lower lip, not sure if you should speak up and break the silence that had taken over.

What had his name been? You knew he said it the other day... Jungkook, that was it.

"J-Jungkook?" You managed to get out, your voice reverberating through the studio as he stopped his actions, his eyes meeting yours.

He raised an eyebrow inquisitively and you felt as if you were about to melt into a puddle of your own insecurities.

"Yes?" He asked, seemingly fascinated by the way you had spoken up.

"Should I get changed or something? Or is what I'm wearing fine?.

Jungkook scoffed, dark laughter falling from his rosy lips as he smiled at your innocence.

"Oh, you wont be needing any of that." Jungkook seemed to know something you didn't. "I'm sorry?" Jungkook laughed again, shaking his head before his eyes found yours again.

"This is a nude photo-shoot." He says with a little more emotion that before, emphasis on the word nude.

Your mouth hung open and if you had any control of your body right at this moment, you would have ran out the door and never looked back.

"A... What?" You felt as if the room was shifting, your vision growing a bit hazy as you tried to hone in on the photographer's facial expression.

"A, nude photo-shoot, sweetheart. Why, is that a problem?" His words sounded like a challenge, he was testing you. Were you up to the task?

"Not at all." You spat out, your eyes narrowing in on his snobbish expression.

"Good, then strip." You felt a shiver run down your spine as your hand tried to find your zipper.

"A little help, Mr. Jeon?" Your voice was teasing, yet vaguely threatening as you batted your eyelashes in the direction of the photographer. He seemed a bit taken back but swung the camera around his neck, so that it hung behind his back, before walking over to you. You moan as his cold hands pierced at the skin near your neck, cautiously pulling the zipper down until it his the curve of your ass.