𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 | 𝐯𝐦𝐢𝐧

say you want me too

It started with photos by himself.
And photos alone turned in photos with another person.
Photos with another person turned into solo videos.
And then, solo videos turned into videos with another person.
From the start, it was unintentional. Or at least, Jimin never intended to continue doing it, he just did. It just kept happening, over and over, and eventually, it just became routine. The first pictures he put up on a dare on an anonymous blog and somehow, they blew up. So, Jimin figured he could take more pictures and charge people for them. People gave him a request, and he delivered.
Although, that only stayed interesting for a short time, and people started asking for pictures of him with someone else. Anyone else, it didn't matter. So, Jimin managed to find a hookup that didn't care about having their photograph plastered on the internet.
Of course, as soon as he started that up, people started to ask for videos rather than pictures. That, Jimin supposed, was when shit got complicated. He was twenty-two at the time, and finishing up college, which mean the needed to be looking for a job. And any job he applied for would not be too fond of him if they found out about his...side career.
And in videos, it's harder to hide your face.
Still, Jimin figured it out. He shot himself from the torso down, careful not to ever get anything identifying in the shot. And that went well for a while. He got paid when people donated to an account he had set up, and once they did, he recorded a video or took a picture.
Plenty of people requested videos with someone else. Are you dating anyone? they'd ask. He wasn't. The pictures with a hookup usually weren't intensely intimate. Taking a video would be, and less people would be so keen to be filmed.
Thus, Jimin ignored the requests and continued on with what he was doing.
He also got questions in his ask box, plenty of them. Plenty of people wanted to see his face. Plenty of people wanted to know what he thought about during the videos and while taking the pictures. Plenty of people wanted to express how much they wanted him.
That was maybe part of the appeal, too. The feeling of being wanted.
One night, though, while Jimin was scrolling through the inbox on his blog, a particular message caught his attention. He could tell without going to the account what kind of blog the sender ran just by reading the username and looking at the tiny little picture. Normally, Jimin wouldn't have given it a second glance. He didn't normally check out the competition. He didn't know how his own account faded in comparison to other blogs with similar themes.
There was one blog he went to occasionally, but it was smaller than his and they only did pictures.
The particular blog that had messaged him that night was a big account. And when Jimin went to it, he found that there were links to other pages, other websites. In their message, they commended Jimin's blog. They said it was good. They said he put out good content, and that people seemed to really be into it. Jimin knew all of this, so he almost dismissed the message, were it not for the last line.
"Would you ever considering going professional?"
Professional what? Jimin had thought. He knew the answer, really, but he didn't want to actually think that he was doing what he was doing.
But he was.
So he messaged the other blog back. He asked if he would make more money. He asked what it would all entail. And they answered his questions.
Skip forward two years, and if someone were to ask Park Jimin how he got to where he was, he probably wouldn't have a proper answer. He just knew that what he did paid the bills. However, that meant that he didn't work a proper job, just the occasional shift at the grocery or department store, or some other odd job.
Because pornography, that paid the bills.
~*~
"You always pick places with terrible coffee," Jimin said, but he guzzled it down anyway, savoring the burn as it went down his throat. "I don't know why I keep agreeing to have breakfast with you."
"Because you secretly love the terrible coffee," Taehyung replied as he shoveled food into his mouth. Jimin hadn't gotten anything to eat, breakfast for him tended to just consist of coffee and nothing more, but he had to admit that the omelet Taehyung was obliterating did look pretty good.
"You always have to choose a new place, though, which is annoying. Why can't we have a regular place that we go to?" Jimin continued to complain.
"Well when we find one that's the best, we'll become regulars there. Until then, we have to keep trying new places, hyung. Obviously," Taehyung said.
They were seated outside, and the sun beat down on Taehyung's light blue hair and his tan skin looked especially sun kissed. There weren't very many people Jimin woke up early for, but Taehyung was one of them. They'd been friends since college and lived in the same building, Taehyung two floors above Jimin. Still, they didn't see each other nearly as much as they used to. Taehyung was working at a dancer and it took up plenty of his time, and well, Jimin was working too.
He just didn't tell Taehyung what he did, exactly. He said he was a photographer, that he took pictures, which was somewhat true, and Taehyung seemed to buy it. Sometimes he said he was at a studio recording music. Taehyung bought that, too. Taehyung had no reason to believe Jimin was lying.
"Are you going to the dance studio after this?" Jimin asked.
"Yeah," Taehyung answered between bites of food. "I was tempted to skip today, but I figured I can't put it off."
"Put it off?"
"I'm just tired this morning," Taehyung explained simply. He certainly didn't look tired, he seemed more on edge than anything else, but Jimin wasn't going to pry. If Taehyung didn't want to talk about something, he didn't want to talk about it. They were similar in that respect, although, it was usually more obvious when Taehyung was keeping his feelings inside, even if he thought he was good at hiding it. "How's your new roommate?" Taehyung asked, then.
"Oh," Jimin shrugged. "He's barely twenty, so it's kind of weird, but he's alright," Jimin answered.
"Well, don't be too hard on the kid. Maybe tonight I can come by and meet him. We haven't had movie night in a while," Taehyung suggested. "I miss movie night. Except, you always fell asleep halfway through, so just so you know, if you do that this time, I'll dump popcorn on your head. I don't care how cute you look while you're sleeping or if you get butter in your hair."
Jimin rolled his eyes and reached across the table to grab the last bite of Taehyung's omelet, which he popped into his mouth. "Don't call me cute," Jimin said.
He would have blushed were he not used to Taehyung calling everything and everyone cute. When they first became friends, it flustered Jimin to no end. "You're so cute hyung!" Taehyung would say, constantly, about anything and everything Jimin did. For a while, Jimin thought that Taehyung had a crush on him, but he soon learned that Taehyung just said that about everyone.
Jimin wasn't special when it came to Kim Taehyung. They were friends and that was it.
Besides, Jimin was pretty sure that Taehyung would disown him as a friend if he figured out what he really did for a living.
"You are cute, though," Taehyung said teasingly, bringing Jimin back to the present. "Especially now that your hair is blonde again. It suits you."
"Thanks and all that, but you tell everyone they're cute," Jimin muttered. "So, it kind of diminishes the meaning. It would be like if you went around telling everyone you loved them. Wait. You do that, too."
"I do not! Also, I'm offended. Here I let you eat my last bite of omelet and you're attempting to insult me. I take back all the times I called you cute," Taehyung said with a smirk. He folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. Wind ruffled his hair, and while Jimin was glaring, he really just wanted to surge across the table and kiss Taehyung.
But shit doesn't work like that, and Jimin couldn't just kiss him, right then and there. Or ever, probably. He'd probably just pine after Taehyung forever. If Taehyung had any feelings for Jimin at all, he probably would have acted on them considering the fact that Taehyung wasn't shy when it came to getting dates or hookups.
"Whatever," Jimin said. "I don't give a shit if you think I'm cute or not and I have to get going."
"Shit, what time is it?" Taehyung asked, pulling his phone out of his back pocket to check the time. He cursed and stood from the table, causing the chair to screech against the concrete. "I've gotta go too. I'll try and come by tonight, hopefully. You're not doing anything right?"
"Nope."
"Great cool..." Taehyung looked around. They'd already paid for their coffee and food, and there wasn't really any reason for Taehyung to be standing there.
"So..."
"Sorry, I'm just—" Taehyung broke off and shook his head. "Nothing, forget it. I'll see you tonight."
Jimin just nodded and watched Taehyung walk off down the street with his stupid Supreme backpack bouncing against his back, making him look like some kind of douchebag straight boy. Jimin supposed that was the look Taehyung was going for, half the time, even though Jimin was pretty sure Taehyung wasn't a straight boy. Taehyung looked at everyone's butt, he didn't seem to care whether they were a man or a woman.
Eventually, Taehyung disappeared around the corner, so Jimin finished off the last of his coffee and stood to head off too.
His shoot was going to be at some hotel, one he'd been to before for shoots, because it wasn't very expensive and the directors and whoever could rent out the whole floor. That was useful because sometimes shit got loud. Sometimes things had to get loud because that was what the particular shoot called for. Other times, it was quiet.
For the most part, Jimin didn't really know until he got there.
So, he walked down the street, headed in the same general direction Taehyung had gone off in. He could call a cab, but he preferred to walk, especially when he was about to have sex with someone he didn't know in a hotel with a bunch of cameras around. It was good to reflect beforehand.
Now, Jimin wasn't privy to the occasional hookup, but when your job was to have sex, hookups weren't so appealing anymore. Half the time, Jimin fell asleep when he got back to his place after a shoot, which his roommate hated, because he was always wanting to go out.
But shoots were exhausting, draining, and half the time not even that good. Most of the time, it was acting. Most of the time, the sex was sub-par at best and Jimin just had to plough through it. Or be ploughed through it. Whatever.
Every once and a while the sex was decent, but it was never the sex Jimin wanted. Or rather, it was never sex with the person Jimin wanted.
A lot of the people he had sex with for shoots were recurring faces, some better than others. Sometimes he knew before arriving who he would be paired with and sometimes he didn't, because people backed out or rescheduled, so the whole thing was sketchy.
Then again, when wasn't porn sketchy?
At least everyone had to provide proof that they were clean beforehand.
Still. Sketchy.
Sketchy and shady, because if porn was generally a taboo subject, gay porn was even more taboo.
Jimin kind of got off on the whole secretive nature of it though, which helped when the sex itself wasn't that great. It also helped when the camera people stayed in the room. They didn't always, sometimes cameras were just set up at different angles and everyone else left to let whoever get down to it. Other times, the camera people stayed as silent onlookers, which was motivation to make everything seem better than it was.
Jimin sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He hoped that the whole affair would be over quick. He hoped the directors didn't have some kind of weird thing they wanted him to do. He hoped whoever he was paired with wasn't going to shit around. He just wanted to get it over with.
Not because he was nervous, really, he'd ceased being nervous a long time ago, he was just over it. Like, sure he'd like to get laid, but he didn't want to have to over-exaggerate his whines and moans or be tied up or have to deal with some guy who got too eager about the whole thing.
If Jimin was lucky, Yoongi would be the one who was going to shoot with him. Yoongi was a decent lay and they actually knew each other relatively well, so it wouldn't be too annoying or awkward. Then again, Yoongi had been shooting quite a lot with Hoseok lately, so Jimin had no idea what to expect.
In general, Jimin was regretting having signed up for an actual shoot that day. He could have just filmed a video on his own time and uploaded it to the brand's website. It was just that the real, professional shoots paid more.
Since he was dragging his feet, it took him longer to get to the hotel than he meant for it to, but somehow, he was still early. The lobby was pretty much empty, and Jimin plopped down on a couch there to wait for someone to retrieve him.
That was how it always worked, because he couldn't very well go up to the front desk and say, "Yes, I was wondering where the pornography is going to be shot today?"
It was cold in the lobby, and Jimin wrapped his arms around his middle in attempt to get rid of the goosebumps on his arms. However, a moment of that later, something draped over his shoulders, and then a broad form sat next to him.
"Hey."
Jimin shrugged the jacket off and tossed it back at the man next to him. "Fuck off, don't give me your jacket."
"Wow, what's up your ass this morning?" Seokjin asked.
"Not a dick, yet," Jimin replied. "You're doing a shoot today too?"
"Yeah, don't worry, it isn't with you, though," Seokjin said with a small smile. "I heard through the smutty grapevine that you're being paired with one of the newbies. Like, he's been working for Bangtan, but only in the photograph division. According to my sources—"
"Your sources? Who the fuck are your sources?"
"I can't reveal names. But according to them, the guy is pretty secretive. He wears his mask all the time and won't make friends, and that he's been in the photo department. Then again, I did all that too when I was starting out," Seokjin shrugged and leaned back on the couch. "Supposedly this guy's photos were getting popular, but I know you don't venture over the photo portion of the website, and he doesn't show his face in the pictures anyway. Anyway, good luck with hazing the new guy."
"Why do I always end up having to be fucked by the new ones?" Jimin muttered.
"Because you're good at pretending it's good," Seokjin said. "I watch your stuff. I mean, everyone watches everyone's stuff, so don't look at me like that, and you've got me convinced."
"Please don't tell me you jerk off to me."
"I don't," Seokjin said, making a face of disgust. "You're my dear friend. That's why we agreed never to fuck, remember? Because when you first signed, I showed you the ropes and we collectively decided we needed a friend on the job who we hadn't had sex with. So, no, I don't jerk off to you. You weirdo."
"You're the weirdo," Jimin retorted sharply. Seokjin just smiled though and peered around the expanse of the lobby. The woman at the front desk was watching them, and Jimin scooted a little bit farther away from Seokjin.
"Have you lost weight?" Seokjin asked suddenly.
"Huh? I don't know?"
"You look smaller. Last summer you looked good, did someone tell you to lose weight? If they do, tell them to fuck off, you were making money before and you can always quit."
"Right, yeah, I'll just quit. This is my source of income, asshole, I can't just quit," Jimin snapped.
"You went to college, which astounds me, considering the fact that you just called your hyung an asshole."
"You went to college too, hyung, fuck off," Jimin argued and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket so he had an excuse to ignore Seokjin.
The manager at the department store he occasionally worked at had texted him, asking if he could work a shift that afternoon, but Jimin didn't respond. He really didn't want to have to work anymore after this. He just wanted to go home and sleep and then have movie night with Taehyung and Jungkook.
Preferably with just Taehyung, but it was unlikely that his roommate would leave them alone.
"Hey, who's that guy you're friends with?" Seokjin asked.
"What guy?"
"The one who you're secretly in love with. The one who dresses like a fuckboy," Seokjin elaborated. "What's his name? Taeyang? Taeyong? Taeho?"
"Taehyung."
"Right. Taehyung. Why is he over there talking to the woman at the reception desk?"
Jimin stilled. Froze. His head turned slowly, carefully, even though he was half-sure Seokjin was full of shit. He'd shown him Taehyung's picture, like, three times. He probably was just mistaking someone else for him.
But, no. Jimin recognized the stupid backpack and the sound of Taehyung's voice as he spoke to the woman, who was looking at him like he was crazy.
"Shit. Shit," Jimin cursed. "Did he follow me here?"
"Right, because I can read minds now," Seokjin muttered. "How would I know?"
"Hide me," Jimin said. "Hyung, give me your jacket again. I need to hide myself. I need—shit. What is he doing here?"
Seokjin, being the great friend that he was, tossed his jacket back onto Jimin's lap. Quickly, Jimin put it on and put the hoodie up before yanking the strings so his face was enveloped. He knew he looked stupid, and probably more obvious, but if Taehyung had followed him to the hotel, then he was not going to explain himself.
"Don't worry, if he sees you, we can tell him that I'm a rich married businessman that you're having an affair with," Seokjin said, and patted Jimin on the shoulder.
"That's not any better!"
"It's better than telling him you do porn."
Jimin groaned and willed himself to melt into the couch. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, but Taehyung didn't seem like he was going to notice them. Through the little hole that remained in the jacket hoodie, Jimin saw Taehyung venture over to the elevator, get inside, and go up.
"What is he doing here?" Jimin hissed again. "There is no way I'm gonna be able to do this, the whole time I'm just going to be wondering why Kim fucking Taehyung is at this hotel."
"Don't you just pretend you're getting fucked by him anyway?" Seokjin asked, but when Jimin practically snarled at him, he shut his mouth.
Seokjin was great, but not so much in crisis. Which was maybe why they got along, because Jimin sucked at that too. So they pretty much just enabled each other, but Seokjin insisted that no one was good at dealing with crisis, so it was fine.
What wasn't fine: Kim Taehyung showing up at the worst possible time. He was meant to be at the studio or something. Not at the hotel where Jimin was about to get dicked down by an anonymous dick.
Before Jimin could sweat over it more, though, a man approached them, one Jimin recognized as working for Bangtan, and ushered them into the elevator.
"Is it open or closed set today?" Seokjin asked on the way up.
"For you? Closed," the man answered. Jimin rolled his eyes. Seokjin always got closed sets. He'd been at it longer, and got more respect. Not that Jimin didn't get respect, but he was more often surrounded by camera people.
The elevator arrived on the seventh floor and the man told Jimin he would be in room 710 and Jin would be in 702. After giving Jimin a happy wave, Seokjin disappeared into his room, leaving Jimin to venture down to 710 on his own.
The hallway was deserted except for Jimin and the man trailing behind him. However, when Jimin passed by the rooms, he could hear muffled sounds coming from inside. Some of them probably just housed the camera guys or acted as dressing rooms, but there was probably fucking going on in at least one of the rooms.
"Your partner isn't ready yet, he'll be in soon," the man said when they got to the room. "It's up to your director if the set will be closed or not. He'll let you know what positions and stuff, too."
"Okay," Jimin mumbled.
Another thing about Bangtan and their particular brand of porn was that it wasn't some kind of overly done cheesy thing where the pizza guy and the customer fuck. It was more intimate than that, really, because the fucking usually occurred on a bed, and it was just that, fucking. Yeah, sometimes someone was tied up or got teased or wore lingerie or had to stick a butt plug up their ass, but it wasn't like some big muscle-y guy degrading some smaller guy. It wasn't that predictable. Most of the time, the guys Jimin was with were about the same size as him.
He didn't always bottom, either, but that was kind of the brand he's established for himself, so he went with it. It didn't matter, at the end of the day, as long as he got paid.
Inside room 710, three people, two men, and surprisingly, a woman, were setting up cameras. The room itself was simple, the bed made with white sheets and a mirror next to it, which was tactical because it would get two angles in one shot. The floor was plush carpet, which felt nice when Jimin kicked off his shoes. There was a TV, and it was on, for the time being.
"You're one of the boys?" the woman asked.
"Yeah, Park Jimin," he supplied, and she nodded.
"I don't know where the other guy is, he was here a second ago and then ran out. He's probably nervous, I don't know. If he isn't back in a second, you can do a solo," she explained. "Otherwise, I'd rather just wait and explain what's going down when he gets back."
Jimin nodded, a little bit flustered by the fact that a woman was there, because usually it was all men. But, it was also kind of a relief, because she had a glazed look on her face as if she were unaffected by it all. She spoke seriously, and didn't ogle anyone's ass. At least, it didn't seem like she was.
"Should I change clothes or...?" Jimin trailed off. He was still wearing Seokjin's jacket, so he shrugged off the pale pink fabric and tossed it over a chair in the corner before sitting on the edge of the bed. The woman shook her head, mumbled something about what he was wearing being fine, and then she said something else to one of the men in the room.
They left, and Jimin figured they were going to find whoever he was meant to be having sex with.
"You can get yourself ready," the woman said, looking Jimin up and down quickly. "While you wait. The bathroom is there."
Jimin swallowed and nodded before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He caught his reflection in the mirror and thought back to the first time he'd done...this. He'd nearly thrown up, he was so nervous. But once he got over that, it wasn't so bad. And for a while, it was almost fun. Now, though, he wasn't sure it was fun. It was just fine. Kind of like when you get a new favorite food and eat a bunch of it at once. It's still good, but you get tired of it.
Jimin unbuttoned his jeans pushed them down with his boxers before opening a drawer to find a small bottle of lube. For the next several minutes, he stood there awkwardly in the bathroom fingering himself. It was porn, not real life, and that meant there wasn't time for the intimacy of getting your partner ready.
Once Jimin felt he was sufficiently stretched, he stroked himself until he was slightly hard before pulling his pants back up and emerging from the bathroom.
Sunlight fell in through the windows, but one of the men pulled the curtains closed, casting the room in shadow instead. It was as if it weren't daylight, weren't so early in the morning. Then, the man turned off the television before going back to fiddle with one of the cameras. Jimin watched him, arms dangling at his sides, mind essentially blank.
The whole atmosphere in the room, minus the three random people, screamed anticipation, which might have been sexy in some other universe. However, the sets were meant to look and seem more intimate, but they weren't, really.
"Is the set closed?" Jimin asked after a moment, sitting back on the bed.
"It might be, I don't—oh thank fuck, where did you go?"
"To the bathroom."
"There's a bathroom in here," the woman said.
Jimin, however, was again frozen.
"Oh, well I wasn't sure if I was supposed to use that bathroom or not."
The woman rolled her eyes, and Jimin tried to make his soul leave his body. It didn't work, and he forced himself to look up and watch as the man who had left emerged from the entryway, with someone else trailing behind him. On any other day, it wouldn't have fazed Jimin to see the person he was about to fuck on camera. On any other day, it didn't matter who it was.
But this was, evidently, not any other day.
Because the person who had just walked into the room was Kim Taehyung.
"So, who am I—" Taehyung stopped. He froze too. They both just stared at each other, and Jimin wasn't even thinking anything. His mind was blank. He was possibly malfunctioning. "Jimin?" Taehyung asked carefully. "What're you...doing here?"
"What're you doing here?" Jimin asked in return.
The woman and the two men weren't paying them any attention anymore, instead speaking quietly off to the side of the room.
"I—you—what—" Taehyung wasn't forming actual sentences, let alone thoughts. Jimin could relate.
Taehyung didn't have a chance to try and form any solid thoughts, because the woman turned back to them. "Okay, so did you bring masks or do you need them?" the woman asked, holding out two black face masks. Jimin held out his hand and took it shakily, while Taehyung dug around in his Supreme backpack for his own white facemask. "Great. So, semi-closed set. One of the cameras is being wonky, so one of the guys is going to stay to make sure it works," she said, and then, "Bathroom boy, you're going to fuck him." She pointed blatantly at Jimin.
Taehyung blanched and swallowed noticeably. "O—Okay," he stuttered.
"From behind, hands and knees type of thing, got it?"
"Sure. Yeah. Uh huh," Taehyung nodded.
"The cameras are rolling, so, he knows what to do, I've been told he's a seasoned regular, I'm sure he can tell you what to do. We'll cut anything that doesn't go right, so don't worry about any awkward joints popping or whatever. There's lube in the bedside drawer, and a vibrator, but you don't have to use that. Condoms are there too, but you've both confirmed you're clean if you don't want to use them. Usually you get more money if you don't.
"As far as everything else goes, you're free to improvise. Do what feels good, it's supposed to seem real. When you're done, just come out of the room and one of you knock on room 701, that's where we'll be," the woman explained. "Or tell him you're done, of course." She pointed at the man who was presumably staying in the room with them.
"Okay..." Taehyung said unsurely.
"I just need to know that you both consent, now. Of course, you can revoke consent at any time if you're uncomfortable..."
Jimin slightly turned out. The consent speech was spouted every time, even if he was with someone he'd been with before, or if they were both usual players in the game, so to speak. That being said, Jimin was certain that Taehyung would revoke consent right then and there. Why wouldn't he? That would be an easy way out.
"...if the other does anything you don't like or that you aren't comfortable with, say so. This isn't anything you're being forced into. However, vocal consent before you start is necessary."
"Y-Yeah, sure," Taehyung said.
Wait. What?
"Yeah sure? It's a yes or no thing, kid," the woman said with a small smile. "I need a yes or no."
"Yes."
Fuck.
"And you?" she asked, looking at Jimin expectantly, one foot practically out the door already.
Obviously, Jimin couldn't very well say no now that Taehyung had said yes. Or, he could have, but...he didn't want to. He was confused out of his mind, but he wanted to get paid (and maybe, also, have sex with Kim Taehyung).
"Yes," Jimin said.
"Great. Like I said, do what feels good, you aren't doing a shoot for any specific request, so have fun. I've gotta go figure out what Kim Seokjin is doing today."
Taehyung nodded dumbly, like he knew what she was talking about, and then they both watched her and one of the camera men leave. The one that remain sat down in a chair in the corner of the room near one of the cameras and started looking at his phone, which he set in his lap to prove that he wasn't filming them on his phone, as well.
"You do porn?" Taehyung hissed suddenly, and Jimin jerked to look up at him.
After a moment of glaring, Jimin put his face mask on, adjusting it behind his ears. "You do realize that you're here, too, right? Which is weird because you said you had to be at the studio. This isn't the studio I thought you meant."
"Fuck, dude. Fuck," Taehyung cursed, causing the guy in the chair to glance over at them.
"Don't call me dude when you're about to fuck me," Jimin deadpanned.
"I'm not—oh shit. I had no idea. None. If I did, I wouldn't have..." Taehyung trailed off and dropped his backpack on the floor. Jimin rolled his eyes and kicked it over towards the door where it would be out of the shot.
"Look, you don't have to," Jimin said. "You can back out."
I can back out, Jimin thought, but he didn't.
"I've just—I haven't ever done this before. On video."
"I'm not judging you, Taehyungie," Jimin said. "If you don't want to—"
"Well, I guess if I'm going to, and I clearly already made the decision that I was going to, then I'd rather do it with someone I know for the first time," Taehyung said.
The guy in the chair was definitely watching them at that point, so Jimin grabbed Taehyung's arm and pulled him closer. Taehyung didn't have his mask on, and Jimin's eyes flickered down to his lips before meeting his eyes. Eyes that were hooded, pupils dilated, with a hint of shot nerves.
"This is super weird, so...if you'd rather talk about it..." Jimin left the sentence open, but Taehyung reached up and put his own mask on.
"It's just a job, right?" he said.
Oh. That stung.
But Taehyung was also right, it was a job, one Jimin knew well, even if his best friend was suddenly standing in front of him, ready to fuck him.
"Yeah, of course. But, I have about a million questions."
"Me too."
"Are you guys gonna do this, or do I need to go tell someone it's off?" the guy in the chair asked loudly, which caused Jimin to grip Taehyung's arm tighter.
"No, it's cool. We're good," Taehyung assured him confidently, all the nerves falling away.
Jimin didn't have time to ask or say anything else, because Taehyung stepped back and pulled off his shirt. Then, he walked over to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the lube, and a condom, tossed both on the bed, and looked at Jimin expectantly.
Perhaps at that moment, Jimin's soul did leave his body, because he found himself transported to that night, sitting on the couch with Taehyung and Jungkook. It was normal, as it should have been. There weren't any awkward questions or regret. It was just movie night. Like they'd had all throughout college.
Unfortunately, Jimin wasn't at movie night, he was in a hotel room, taking his shirt off, while Taehyung was unbuttoning his own jeans. Taehyung's hands were shaking, and there was a flush to his skin that Jimin knew was on his own, too. There was a crease between Taehyung's brows, and his mouth was probably pressed in a hard line, but Jimin couldn't see it.
He couldn't see it because they were wearing masks, because they had to be anonymous. They wouldn't be able to kiss. They couldn't kiss. Taehyung probably didn't even want to kiss.
Still, Taehyung was pushing his jeans down, so Jimin followed suit, trying not to think about the other guy in the room, because he suddenly didn't want him there. But he was there, and Jimin and Taehyung were both in their underwear, nowhere to hide.
So, Jimin climbed onto the bed and got on his hands and knees, clutching the sheets below him.
"Don't say names," Jimin whispered to Taehyung when he felt the bed dip.
"Aren't you supposed to...I don't know? Be in character at this point?" Taehyung whispered back.
"Fuck off," Jimin said, louder. "What do you know?"
"That's how we're playing it?"
"Jesus, you're annoying."
Taehyung chuckled, and then Jimin felt his hands on his hips. When he turned, Taehyung was already completely undressed, uncertainty in his eyes, and his cock half-hard. He'd probably touched himself earlier in the bathroom, because there was no way the prospect of fucking Jimin had gotten him that way.
Taehyung's hands were trailing across Jimin's back, but he wasn't making any move to take his underwear off.
There was a good chance that Taehyung wasn't completely sure what do, at all. In normal sexual situations, he probably would know, but they had cameras all around them, and some random guy watching. When Jimin first started, he didn't know how to play the whole thing either. The other person, the one who did have experience, had to guide him.
Not so much fuck him into submission, but rather, fuck him into understanding.
So, Jimin stood on his knees and turned around to face Taehyung, careful not to look into any of the cameras. "Okay if I touch you?" Jimin asked.
Taehyung's eyes were so big that Jimin was afraid they would pop out of his skull. But, he nodded, and Jimin reached between them to wrap his hand around Taehyung's dick. It felt unreal, in the sense that Jimin was maybe having some kind of wet dream and didn't know how he was actually functioning. He'd fantasized about touching Taehyung's dick for ages, but this certainly wasn't how he wanted it to go down.
Regardless, it was going down, Jimin was touching Taehyung's dick, which was clearly getting harder, thicker, and when Jimin glanced down, his breath hitched at the prospect of Taehyung fucking him. Taehyung's eyes were fluttered closed, and one of his hands was on Jimin's shoulder. His breathing was quiet, but Jimin was close enough to be able to tell that it was labored, flustered. He was getting off on Jimin touching him, which was the point, but still invigorated Jimin, nonetheless. That, and turned him on, too.
"Don't come yet," Jimin said in a whisper loud enough for the cameras to pick up on. It was time to get into it. To push aside the how and why and what of it all. To push aside his feelings, because they weren't reciprocated. "You don't wanna come from just a hand job, do you?"
"Fuck," Taehyung cursed, but his grip on Jimin's shoulder tightened and he leaned forward slightly, but Jimin found himself leaning back. Not that they could have kissed anyway, with the masks on, but still. That probably wasn't even what Taehyung was trying to do.
Still, their eyes locked for a moment before Taehyung rested his head on Jimin's shoulder. "Can I touch you, too?" Taehyung asked, his mouth moving through the mask against Jimin's neck.
Yes. God, yes.
"No."
Taehyung made some kind of whimpering sound, and his hand left Jimin's shoulder to instead stroke down his back to the waistband of the plain black boxers he still had on.
"Come on, I wanna touch you," Taehyung said.
I want you to touch me too. That's all I've ever wanted.
"Not yet."
Taehyung jerked under his hand, and Jimin squeezed the base of his cock with hands skilled at doing so. He stroked up, brushed his palm over the head, and then wrapped his fingers back around to run his thumb through the slit.
It made Taehyung moan, loud, and if Jimin didn't know any better, he'd say that it was a real moan, not one that Taehyung was doing for show. And maybe it was, because the first timers usually needed a discreet whisper or whines of encouragement to really get vocal. Also, it tended to take more to get someone as hard as Taehyung was. Even the regulars, mainly because everyone was so jaded to each other that the sex was considerably less arousing.
Taehyung, though, seemed very aroused. So much so, that he pushed Jimin back, and pressed on his shoulders until he was lying on his back on the bed, and Taehyung was straddling and looming over him. It made Jimin think about all the times in the past when he'd imagined that it was Taehyung he was with, instead of whoever else it was. But now, it finally was Taehyung.
Taehyung along with some random guy in the corner.
Jimin glanced over at the camera guy, who really wasn't paying them any attention. He was older, and Jimin may have seen him before, but he was unsure. Some of the camera people got off on watching, but some just acted like it was the dullest thing they'd ever seen. Both options were weird when the voyeur wasn't exactly wanted.
"Hyung," Taehyung said, and Jimin looked back at him. "Look at me."
He did. He looked. He watched Taehyung peel off his boxers. He watched Taehyung's eyes rake over the expanse of his skin, bare and unmarked, because there wasn't any way to suck a bruise onto someone when wearing a mask. Something in Taehyung's eyes, though, told Jimin that he wanted to mark him. But since he couldn't, he just touched.
Touched Jimin's legs, past his length, over his stomach, and to his nipples, which Taehyung proceed to twist between his fingers. Involuntarily, Jimin's back arched off the bed and he closed his eyes. He let himself get lost in it, just a little bit.
So much so, that he didn't hear Taehyung getting lube or putting it on his fingers. Nor did Jimin expect it when Taehyung slipped a finger inside him.
"Shit, fuck, what the fuck," Jimin moaned, eyes flying open.
"You're already...you're already..." Taehyung's fingers curled. He added another. And another.
"Oh my god. H—I'm already ready."
"I can see, or...feel that," Taehyung said dumbly.
Then, with his fingers still in him, Taehyung reached for the condom. He did have to slide his fingers out to open the foil wrapper and roll the condom on. They'd cut that, Jimin thought in the far back of his mind. In the forefront of his mind, though, he was hyperaware of the fact that Kim Taehyung's dick was pressing against his entrance.
That it was actually happening. That it was Taehyung's body Jimin was clinging to when he pushed inside him. That it was Taehyung's little grunts and moans meeting Jimin's ears. That it was Taehyung who took one of Jimin's hands in his.
"You feel good," Taehyung breathed when he bottomed out.
Jesus fuck.
"I can't—I can't believe you fucking do porn," Jimin hissed in response, too quiet to be picked up.
"I can't believe I'm inside you," Taehyung said, but louder.
"Well, you aren't fucking me yet, you should get to that—oh—"
Taehyung's hips drew back and he thrust in again, hard enough for Jimin's hand to flex in Taehyung's. His open eyes fixated on the ceiling, but everything was blurry, not real, and for a few moments, he just lied there and took it.
Sex with Taehyung for the first time was mean to be different. Jimin wanted it to be in one of their beds, alone, the lights on and their lips latched. He wanted Taehyung's lips everywhere, actually. He wanted Taehyung to say his name. He wanted to say Taehyung's name. He wanted to scream it.
But he couldn't do any of that, so instead, he wrestled his hand out of Taehyung's grasp and flipped them, so he was on top, lowering himself back on Taehyung's cock. The obscene sound of the lube wouldn't be cut out, Jimin had watched a select few of the videos other people made, and they never edited that. They never edited the sound of skin against skin or embarrassing whines.
Embarrassing whines like the one Jimin let out when he was fully seated. Luckily, Taehyung moaned too, long and drawn out, his thighs tensing and hands scrabbling for a place on Jimin's body.
"Jim—" Taehyung gasped when Jimin planted his hand down over Taehyung's mouth through his mask. No names. Jimin was not about to let Taehyung expose him to all the people that watched him get fucked. There were plenty of perverts on the internet who would probably love to know his real name. It didn't matter how satisfying it was to hear Taehyung almost say his name.
He. Could. Not.
He could, though, hold Jimin up by the hips and start to fuck up into him. Jimin bounced to meet the thrusts, lewd sounds echoing in the room, the guy in the chair forgotten now that Jimin had his back to him. It was hard to focus on anything except Taehyung's cock inside him, hitting all the right places. The sounds Jimin was making weren't acting. Every gasp was real. The whimper when Taehyung spread his ass apart was real.
His little 'ah, ah, ah' sounds were real.
They fucked like that for what could have been seconds or hours.
"It's so good," Jimin croaked when Taehyung's hips went lax against the bed. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
"I...from behind," Taehyung answered. Oh. Yeah. They were meant to do that. If they'd done that from the start, it probably wouldn't have been so bad, but now, Jimin didn't want that at all. He wanted to look Taehyung dead in the eye when he came. That was dangerous. He couldn't want that, but he did.
"Fuck that," Jimin said. "Fuck it."
"Yoo—baby, but—"
"Fuck. It," Jimin repeated. Except, his cock also twitched when Taehyung called him baby, so that was a problem. He was called baby by plenty of people, plenty of times. And yeah, okay, he got off on it, but he got off on it even more with Taehyung.
But he wasn't about to express his deepest, darkest, baby boy kinks to his best fucking friend.
He was going to continue riding him, though.
Taehyung gasped and writhed and groaned, and Jimin smirked through his own moans, satisfied in the way he seemed to be unraveling Taehyung. With his momentary control, Jimin took the chance to touch. He touched Taehyung's arms, the muscles shifting under his hands, and he scraped down his abs, loving the way they rippled under him. Then, he leaned back, braced against Taehyung's legs and bounced harder at the new angle.
"Holy shit. Baby. Baby, god, yes," Taehyung mumbled (maybe he had noticed the way Jimin's dick responded to the pet name). Jimin threw his head back and looked at the ceiling again. Behind him, he could hear the guy shifting in his chair.
That stilled Jimin, but Taehyung was one step ahead, because he sat up, pulled Jimin against him and thrust his hips up from the bed. It was kind of an awkward position, but they were face to face, nose to nose, really, and Taehyung was hitting Jimin's prostate.
Jimin's toes curled, he wanted to come, but they hadn't been at it for that long, he didn't think. Should they keep going? It didn't seem like either of them wanted to force it longer than it needed to be. They were close, and Jimin wanted to come. He wanted Taehyung to make him come.
So he told him. "Make me come, please. Please make me come," Jimin begged.
Taehyung grunted and Jimin keened when Taehyung's hand connected sharply with his ass.
"Patience," Taehyung said.
Fucker.
Jimin tried to speed things up, keep bouncing, but Taehyung held him closer again and flipped them one more time, so he was on top. He bent Jimin's legs and slammed inside. One of his hands was braced right by Jimin's head, the other against his thigh, and at the new angle, Jimin was fairly certain he could come untouched. The whole thing was the epitome of his sexual fantasies since he was nineteen.
However, before Jimin could express that he could come untouched, and between his desperate sounds and pleas for more, harder, faster, Taehyung wrapped his hands around Jimin's cock and started to jerk it to the pace he was fucking him at.
"Fuck, you're so..." Taehyung trailed off, much to Jimin's dismay.
I'm so what?
"Can I? Can I, please?" Jimin asked in a high pitched voice that seemed to take Taehyung aback, considering how unlike Jimin's day-to-day voice it was. The hand by his head grasped his jaw, and Jimin's mouth fell open. Now, if Taehyung weren't fucking him so good, he might have begged him to pull out and come in his mouth. That seemed like too much, though, and their masks covered their mouths. For anything involving mouths, they were sometimes given masquerade type masks (or, for the brave souls who didn't give a shit if they were recognized, nothing at all).
They didn't have those, though and Jimin wasn't a brave soul, so Jimin just gasped under his mask.
"You can," Taehyung said. "I want to see you come."
"W—With me," Jimin pleaded. "Come with me."
Taehyung didn't get a chance to answer, though, because with one more stroke of Jimin's cock, Jimin came hard across his chest, and the breath left his body when Taehyung slammed into him several more times.
His cock pulsed inside, and, suddenly, with shaking hands, Taehyung yanked down his mask so it was under his chin. He was clearly coming, if the way he was forcing his hips flush against Jimin's body was any indicator, but he still managed to pull Jimin's mask down too.
And then they kissed.
Taehyung melded his lips against Jimin's at the same moment his body went limp from the force of his orgasm. Taehyung's tongue slid into Jimin's parted mouth, exploring and curling and since they were too close together for the cameras to get a good view of their face, Jimin kissed back. He threaded his hands through Taehyung's hair to keep him close and hummed appreciation into Taehyung's mouth.
Kissing Taehyung was everything Jimin thought it would be, only better. Better and also worse, because even though Jimin had been lusting after Taehyung's dick, he also would have liked to kiss him before he was fucked by him. Nonetheless, it was still good, even if he could feel Taehyung's cock softening inside him.
When Taehyung made a move to pull out, Jimin hooked a leg over his hips to keep him in place. Then he kissed harder, pushing back against Taehyung's tongue for dominance, which Taehyung didn't give him easily. By the time Jimin did have his tongue in Taehyung's mouth, Taehyung was sucking on it to the point where Jimin felt breathless all over again and had to pull away.
Breaking the kiss hadn't been his intention, he wanted to keep kissing, but at the exact moment he leaned up for more, he heard the man sitting in the chair standing up.
"Cameras are off," he said. "I'll be outside. Clean up and you're probably free to go. If you have any questions or concerns, go to room 701."
When the door shut after the guy left, Jimin half thought—half hoped—Taehyung would kiss him again. He looked so good, his face flushed and a little bit sweaty, mask making his cheeks look cute and round, and his lips raw. He borderline looked like an actual porn star, which, shouldn't have been a turn on, but ironically was.
Taehyung didn't kiss Jimin again, though. He just pulled out and rolled off, flopping next to Jimin on the bed. Jimin took his mask off and let his hand dangle off the bed, the mask falling somewhere on the floor. He could see the ceiling again, but it was still spinning, nothing seemed real. There was no way Taehyung was laying next him with labored breaths. There was no way they just had sex. No. Way.
"So..." Taehyung said, breaking the silence. "Porn?"
"Yeah," Jimin answered. "Porn."