the art of craving | intermission 1
It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?
alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. smut, fluff, crack | f2l | fluffer!au | pornstar!au | unrequited love!au | mutual pining!au.
𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.4k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!bts | sub!reader | misunderstandings | pining | lesbian content (reader is bisexual) | chapter specific: one second of sub jinie and dom oc (misha) | mentions viagra | masturbation (m receiving) | marking | roleplay (it's a porn set) | mentions sex but no description.
𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty for this amazing banner! :D and also thanks a ton to my little birbie pauli @kookstempo im still surprised you read it so fast and managed to turn this piece complete, thank you babe <3
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i know im incompetent but hey, this is something haha! this is the backstory of the favour the boys plan on asking misha for, and an insight to their relationship! any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!
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“Misha, for fuck’s sake! Stop dragging me around, woman!” Jin whined as said woman’s grip on his wrist tightened.
“Shut up for one second, Jin.” She grumbled under her breath, feeling nervous about what she was about to ask him.
Misha abruptly stopped, making the poor man stumble over his feet. He barely managed to catch his balance before he was being pushed inside a dark room, wherever it was. There was just a small ray of light coming in from a crack between the blinds and it smelled funky, like a mix of moss and cleaning supplies.
He scrunched his nose at the stench, hands resting on his waist with a sass known to only him. With a glare at the woman's figure, or what he hoped was the woman's figure, he took a step closer, so that in the event he tripped and fell, he took her along with him, cushioning his fall with her body.
“I swear on my life, Misha, if you have brought me here to kill me, I will end you.” He threatened, vigilant eyes on the unsuccessful lookout for any threats.
“Oh my, this is- oh fuck. Gimme a minute.”
He could hear the tremble in her voice and his gaze softened.
An outsider would describe Misha as a bold and intense force, they’d justify it in the way she walked around like she could end the world at the snap of her fingers. But unlike Thanos, she was kind-hearted, and did not intend to kill anyone, much to Jin’s relief. But there was an edge to the way she talked, the way she commanded and stole your gaze towards her. She was alike Namjoon, but the only difference was the man loved, but the woman fucked. Did u just add italics or am i blind
“Alright, but tell me what’s up. I hate suspense.” He muttered.
“Yeah, alright. Here goes nothing.” She took a deep breath. “You know Jihoon? The new recruit? He’s the one with the pretty bangs and pretty eyes and the pretty voice and-”
“Oh! I see what this is about. You’ve got boy problems~” Jin chuffed, doubling over as he clutched his stomach harshly.
“W-Well yeah! I mean- it’s only a silly lil’ crush but-”
“A silly little crush.” He cackled. “I’m sorry but what the actual fuck?”
He longed to see Misha’s face, he was sure it would be burning up in embarrassment.
“Jin. Please.” He heard her murmur, voice scratchy.
“I- Oh my, Misha, you have a schoolgirl crush on the new guy. I’m actually gonna-”
He felt a hand push him backwards and an ungraceful sound left his throat as his back collided with the door they had entered from. That door was disgusting, it probably hadn’t been cleaned in a decade and his back had touched that. A full-blown shiver spread down his spine as he attempted to move to wherever else he could but failed as the hand kept him locked in place.
Misha stood on her tiptoes, leaning into his ear. There was still some distance between the two of them, but Jin didn’t know how to feel about the close proximity. The desperation in her voice was real, she was speaking the truth about her crush on Jihoon. Though he could feel the guilt slowly build up in his gut, he didn’t think he was entirely at fault either.
Given Misha’s fuckgirl reputation, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she wanted to commit to someone.
Guess people do change after all.
“I’ll make you a deal. Be a good boy and listen, okay?” She wrapped her hand around his bicep, her warm breath hitting his sensitive neck.
Jin couldn’t help but squirm lightly, swallowing thickly as he saw her in a whole new light. A sheen of sweat covered them both, out of arousal for one and humiliation for the other. The silence that covered them both for the next few seconds was suffocating, yet neither dared to move.
“You tell me how to woo a boy - the dates, words, and all that cute shit. In return, I’ll do whatever you want when the time comes. No take backs, no excuses. Fair enough for you?” She hummed sweetly, as if coaxing a child.
“Whatever I want?” Jin shuddered.
“Anything. I mean it.” She affirmed, moving her hand to his hand, rubbing the skin in soothing circles.
It was weird for Misha to be this close to her co-star without having it be in a scene. She wasn’t big on physical affection, ironic considering her job as a pornstar. But she had to make a living and circumstances led to this; it was written in her destiny to be where she was right now, and so she accepted it. She didn’t know if she was pushing Jin too hard, but it’s hard to unlearn what you learned young.
“Y-You don’t have to do it, but I’d greatly appreciate it.” She mumbled, patting his hand as she stepped back from his bubble.
“Hey, I don’t mind. It’s a two-way street after all.” He shrugged, finally pulling himself off the repulsive door.
Misha lifted her head with a million sparks in her eyes, eager to meet Jin's hand in a shake to finally confirm the deal.
“You’re sure, right?”
“Yeah, why not. I’m not the best in the dating category but I do have a few inklings here and there.”
“That’s completely fine. We can put two ‘n two together and come up with something.” She smiled.
“Yeah, and we can always take the help of Yoongi and Hoseok. They are the best at romance, from what I’ve heard. Do you know Soyeon from the camera department? They dated her for a month or two but she still doesn’t shut up about the roses and chocolates they bought her during that time.” He recalled, bile in his throat as he imagined himself being whipped for someone like they were once upon a time.
“That annoying woman? I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Misha agreed, thoughts shifting to the sappy moments she remembered witnessing on set.
“Well, to each their own, hmm.”
“Let’s get out of here now, you’ve been taking up too much oxygen.” It was as if the intensity of Jin's eyeroll could be heard from miles away that made Misha snort.
“Step one is to not snort like a fucking pig, Misha. I’m sure Jihoon would want to date a human, not a damn pig.” Jin whistled lowly, ideas simmering to life about how he could annoy the living shit out of her and get away with it.
He ignored the offended look shot his way and quickly opened the door, stepping out with his blushing ears. Eyes darting to either side of the door, he motioned Misha to leave before he did, so in the off chance someone accused them, Misha’s ass would be whipped first.
“You better hold your part of the deal, Kim.” She muttered as they walked down the hallway, a good five meters between them. She was whisked away by one of the makeup stylists before he could retort.
Kim Seokjin was a man of his word, and if the feelings were mutual between Misha and Jihoon, he'd do everything in his power to unite them. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him to become a part-time matchmaker.
Though in all the years of his life, he had never been appointed to work as a wingman for someone. He didn’t have experience in that department; after being surrounded with people with drop-dead gorgeous looks and sex appeal, to put it quite simply, they had no trouble with finding themselves women and men who threw themselves on them, and neither did he. And that’s exactly why he thought he’d do well, his charms were irresistible and persuasion was of second nature to him.
But he was also an astute man, and he knew that if Jihoon was even half the man he was, he’d fall at Misha’s feet, begging for a taste of her ambrosia without needing a strong push.
“We’re starting in two, hurry up everyone.” Namjoon commanded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he shoved a tense Jeongguk to the side before walking up to the three actors.
“Okay, Jin, Taehyung and Misha. The first part was already filmed with Taehyung, all we need is the foreplay part. And Jin, you take the viagra and hop in once that is coming to an end. I hope you all read the script and are aware of the scenes?” A raised eyebrow in their direction was all it took for them to swallow roughly and nod their heads.
“Great. Jin, go jerk yourself off or something, you’re up in ten if everything goes as per plan, alright? You two, do not disappoint me.”
The dark aura was unmistakably beguiling, slowly lulling everyone into their professional modes.
Every single light was switched off and the room went dark before they were turned on again, this time a dark red that made the atmosphere more sensual than they cared to admit. Though it was evident in the way a shiver crept down everyone’s spine - they were more afraid of messing up and hearing from Namjoon directly.
The man was scary as it is, but he was the devil when he was angry.
Jin slowly made his way to an empty chair, a woman with a makeup brush following him while fumbling with his robe. She tried to pull it down with nimble hands to touch up his collar bones before giving up and leaving, seeing how the man wasn’t ready to show off his assets just yet. A sigh left his mouth as he got comfortable in his seat, hands trailing down his chest and thighs to what laid in between.
The viagra was working, that was a no-brainer. As he touched the leaking tip with his thumb, he hissed, throwing his head back at the stinging feeling. A few heads shot up in fear, hoping that Director Kim hadn’t heard the sound, but Jin couldn’t be the least bothered, not after having known said man for years.
His almond eyes searched for Jihoon’s figure in the dark, curious to see how the man would react when he saw Misha being fucked by someone else. It was a given that he’d feel the slightest sting if he liked Misha in any way other than platonic.
When his eyes landed on a slouched figure on the left side of the room, in the corner, with hands dangling on the sides and a nervous face, he immediately recognised him. As the sloppy sounds of sex hummed in the background, there was an evident tick on Jihoon’s face.
“Oh baby, I love you so much~” Misha’s breathy voice echoed in the room, followed by three loud whooshing sounds of Taehyung leaving his handprint on the flesh of her ass.
He felt creepy watching Jihoon so intensely, but he couldn’t deny the rise he got out of watching the poor man suffer. He stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt before proceeding to not-so-subtly cover his front with cupped hands.
Jin almost guffawed at the scene, inviting more than a few worried stares from the staff. He played it off with a dorky smile. This was definitely the most fun he’s had in weeks, nay, months. Jihoon probably hadn’t noticed, not with the way he was desperately trying to focus on the floor, but the pornstar did notice how Misha kept glancing back at her crush, even as she got her brains fucked out.
Oh boy, he was going to have so much fun being a wingman.
…
It took a while before the shoot finally wrapped up, much to everyone’s dismay, but seeing the gentle nod Namjoon gave before telling everyone to go home was definitely worth the hours of work.
A small groan left Jin’s mouth as Yoongi gently pressed an ice pack to the scratches Misha had decorated his back with, the red aggravated skin finally getting some relief. He couldn’t complain, however, not for a single moment, when he glanced at Jihoon who helped Misha to her room, wrapping her up in a fluffy robe with forbearing touches.
He also saw the tick in his jaw when he looked back at Taehyung and himself, before shaking his head and finally leaving the set.
“Did you see that?” He snickered.
“See what?” Taehyung asked, taking a swig of cold water.
“Jihoon and Misha.”
“What about them?” It was Hoseok who spoke up.
“Well, Misha oh-so-nicely asked me to be her wingman to help her get together with Jihoon. And get this-”
“Don’t fuck with us, Jin. Misha has a crush on the new dude?” Yoongi grumbled, pressing the ice pack further into his back, enough to have him yelp in pain.
“Firstly, I hate all of you, especially you, Min. And secondly, I am not lying,” He moved his hands in weird gestures, “She asked me to be her wingman, with the cute dates and words and what not, and in return, she said she’ll do anything I want her to.”
“What’s that got to do with us?”
“Uh, well, you see, I’m not well versed in the matters of the heart and I need your help to help Misha to, y’know, woo Jihoon and it’s-”
“We get it, you’re an incompetent fuckboy. We’ll help but we want a share in the reward.” Yoongi nodded, completely serious.
“I hope you burn your dick. And don’t waste the reward on stupid shit. Taehyung, I’m looking at you, especially.”
“Huh? Me? What did I do?” The man questioned, offended bythe words of hate thrown his way.
“Exist.” Jin retorted.
“Uh guys, I hate to be the one to break your bubble, but I think they won’t need any help.” Hoseok walked to their side, blushing ears and an embarrassed smile on his face.
“Why? Oh…”
A loud moan echoed in the room just then, prompting everyone to clear their throats.
Misha was going rough on him, that was certain for sure.
“Oh well.”
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