But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 5: Donât Even Think About It]
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Series summary: You are an overwhelmed and disenchanted nurse in Boston, Massachusetts. Queen is an eccentric British rock band youâve never heard of. But once your fates intertwine in the summer of 1974, none of your lives will ever be the same...
This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.
Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.
Chapter warnings: Language, very very very little sexual content.
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Youâre in the crowd at The Rainbow, although you arenât sure why; this has already happened.
Freddie is skulking across the fog-draped stage as he belts out the chorus of In The Lap Of The Gods...Revisited, all glistening tan skin and teased hair, a pillar of nimble black leather; John is only a silhouette in the mist. Brian looks like something thatâs crawled out of a cocoon: leggy and insect-like, the sleeves of his flowing white blouse like a pair of wings. And Roger...Rogerâs in the back, of courseââthe hardworking one in the back,â he always saysâwith a glittery black kimono-like shrug hanging loosely off his bare shoulders. Heâs drumming feverishly, sprays of Heineken flying off his floor tom, his forehead and blond hair dripping.
âWhoa, whoa, la la la, whoa...
I can see what you want me to be,
But I'm no fool,
It's in the lap of the gods...â
Somehow, as the fog clears, Rogerâs eyes find you in the crowd. He grins in that effervescent, blameless way that he does. And now you know for sure that this is a dream; because thereâs no chance Roger could see that far without his glasses.
Thereâs a banging noise coming from somewhere, but itâs muted, distant, splintered like an echo.
Dream Roger is fading away, dissolving as the lights shade to black on the stage. He disappears, and then Freddie does too, and then Brian, and finally John. The crowd youâre standing in is a sea of churning, indistinguishable faces.
The banging grows louder, closer. You can hear a new voice now.
You swim up from unconsciousness and punch into daylight. Youâre laying on your back in bed in a small, rustic hotel room; it takes you a second to remember what the world looks like now. Itâs not November at the Rainbow Theater. Itâs December 11th, and youâre in Rome. Â
You sit up in bed and turn towards the door. Whoever is out there is knocking so forcefully that the distressed wood rattles on its hinges.
âHey, Dorothea Dix, wake up!â Freddie is shouting through the door.
You rub your eyes as your feet touch the cool teak floor. The band flew into Rome late last night, and has one full day to burn before their concert on the 12th. Youâd pitched the idea of visiting a few museums, the Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Roman Forum, St. Peter's Basilica, maybe even the Baths of Caracalla or the Temple of Venus and Roma; but it had been difficult to get anyone to commit at 2 a.m. when you were all exhausted and dragging luggage into the modest, quite geriatric hotel. Queen may finally have a Top 20 album in the U.S., but the streets arenât paved with gold just yet.
âDarling, need I remind you that this was all your idea, you simply must wake up this instantâ!â
You swing the door open. Freddie is standing in the hallway in a vivid yellow-and-black jacket and white jeans, tall boots, dark hair huge and curly, folded aviator sunglasses peeking out of his pocket.
âGet ready, bitch,â he says, grinning, then slips the sunglass over his dusky eyes. âAll those gorgeous marble blokes with their cocks hanging out arenât going to ogle themselves.â
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You start with the ruins, then end up at the National Roman Museum after lunch. Brian and Chrissie meander through the halls of cracked marble goddesses and heroes and piecemeal fractions of bodies, their hands intertwined; Chrissie took a few days off work to meet the band in Rome, and sheâs glowing with the thrill of being reunited with Bri. Freddie is contemplating the displays, tapping his chin thoughtfully and chatting as John nods along and sketches in his notebook. Thereâs a photographer scurrying around snapping photos of the band for some magazine, to the vexation of the museum employees. They scowl from the corners of the rooms, their suits pristine and arms crossed, muttering to each other in Italian.
Roger leaps in front of a hulking statue of Perseus and mimics the pose. âWhat do you think?â he asks you, wielding an invisible spear. âAm I courageous? Divine? A mirror image?â
âYouâll have to work on the hair. And gain like a hundred pounds.â
He wrinkles his nose. âPounds?!â
âWhoops. Kilos. A lot of kilos. But I think I like you as you are. Can I see your hands?â
Roger falls out of his pose, smiling. âYes maâam.â He presents his palms for inspection. The first weeks had been hell for him as his hands were worked into touring shape, repeatedly blistered and worn raw, iced and treated and bandaged by you each night only to be pummeled all over again the next day. Of course, Roger hadnât described it that way; he shrugged at the blood and swollen knuckles, his eyes already alight with the promise of future shows. Thatâs just a casualty of fame, love, heâd told you. Iâd take it all again and more. The last of his blisters have healed now into discolored callouses, rough whirlpools of memories from cities like Glasgow and Bristol and Helsinki and Munich. âI can get more pounds too, you know. Iâll be swimming in them. Iâm gonna buy you a mansion when we get home.â
âNot so fast, blondie.â You graze your thumbs over his rugged palms and release him. Aside from your annoyingly incessant concern for Roger, your job hasnât proved to be too taxing: there have been sprains, minor lacerations, severe hangovers, some alcohol poisoning, and one case of syphilis that you identified and sent the unfortunate man to a doctor for, all of which afflicted the roadies rather than the band.
âHowâs Jo doing?â Chrissie calls over from where she and Brian are scrutinizing a sculpture of Apollo. She tosses Roger a smirk.
âFine,â he replies briskly. âIt was amicable. She understood. Nothing personal, just with the tour and everything we knew it wasnât going to work out. Bad timing, thatâs all.â
âHm. Thatâs not exactly how she described it.â
Roger sighs, irritated. âWell, Chris, I really canât control what she chooses to tell you, can I?â
âShhhh. Play nice, love,â Brian coos, massaging Chrissieâs shoulders.
Roger pops a cigarette between his lips and moves to light it. A museum employee rushes over, waving his arms frantically. âPer favore, signore, no smoking near the exhibitsâ!â
âOh, right, right. Sorry.â Roger tucks the cigarette away, then turns back to you. âOkay, no mansion then. Whatâs your fancy? Diamonds and gold? Tigers on leashes?â
âA harem of sensual Italian men?â Freddie suggests. Chrissie bursts out laughing.
âI hope not,â Roger says.
âYou know what I really want?â you say, eyeing busts of Hadrian and Nero.
âWhat?â Chrissie asks.
âA camera. A really good one. To document all of this, our adventures. I mean, I know we have...â You wave towards the magazine photographer, whoâs mostly snapping shots of Freddie and Roger. âBut it would be nice to have my own photos. Carry them around in my wallet, force strangers to look at them, cover my refrigerator with them, all that sentimental stuff. So the minute you kids start making real money, Iâd like a nice Canon. Or a Nikon. Or whatever the best camera is.â
âThe Canon F-1 is quite good,â the photographer offers.
âPerfect! Clearly, I know nothing about cameras. And will need a hefty instruction manual. But Iâm still excited.â
Roger winks. âI believe in you.â
As you all wander into the next room, Freddie spies a grand piano and sprints to it. He slides onto the bench and begins testing the keys. A distraught museum employee appears instantly.
âSignore, please, this is for the museum staff only, please signore!â
âOh relax, darling, I wonât break it.â He begins experimenting with some light, jazzish melody.
âI love Rome,â you decide as you stroll past the Aphrodite of Menophantos. âAre you sure we canât stay here forever?â
John frowns as he shades in whatever heâs drawing in his notebook. âItâs too bad we couldnât make it to Florence.â
Freddie rolls his eyes from the piano. âDeaky, darling, this Danteâs Inferno obsession has got to go. Itâs positively morbid.â
âHe ends up in paradise,â John protests wryly.
Freddie snorts. âYes, well, Florence is a three hour drive each way. Next time perhaps. Once weâve all got private jets and Nurse Nightingale over there has her posh camera.â
âAnd weâve acquired trophy wives to pose with us,â Brian jokes. Chrissie squeals and shoves him good-naturedly. Â
âWe could go to the beach,â John proposes.
âA seaside rendezvous?â you say playfully. Â
Freddie hums and nods as his fingers fly over black and white keys.
âSignore...â the museum employee begs. The photographer circles Freddie and the piano, snapping picture after picture.
âThe beach?!â Roger whines. âItâs too cold for that! We canât swim, we canât sunbathe practically naked, whatâs the point? And weâre checking out that club tonight. The one by the hotel, whatâs it called, Fred? El Fuocolio?â
âIl Fuoco,â Freddie corrects, amused.
âAh. Forgive me for not keeping up with my Italian.â
âWe donât all listen to opera, you know,â you tease Freddie. He peers over at you thoughtfully, then continues playing. âIâll go to the beach with you, John.â
He almost drops his notebook and pencil. âWill you?â
âOf course. Iâll have fewer opportunities in my life to see the Italian seaside than get tipsy and evade dodgy men at some bar, most likely. Although I will miss seeing your dancing.â
âAww!â Now Roger is dejected, his huge blue eyes pleading. âYou have to come with us.â
âNext time,â you promise him.
âThis time.â
âNext time.â
âFine.â He points at John. âDonât let her get eaten by a shark or run off with some Italian playboy.â
John grins. âIâll do my best.â
Two burly security guards arrive and begin shouting at Freddie in Italian. âOh fine, fine!â he snaps as he stands and abandons the piano. The museum employee beams triumphantly.
âFred, I think weâve tormented them enough,â Brian says.
âBri, can we go to the beach too?â Chrissie asks. âPlease?â
âItâll be chilly.â
âI have a jacket. And I can borrow yours if necessary.â Â
Brian chuckles. âOkay. We can go. Ostiaâs the closest one, I suppose.â
âYouâll love it,â you tell him. âItâll be like time travelling. You get to stand on the same shore that the ancient Romans did, bury your feet in the same sand, watch the same sunset. That should appeal to an astrophysicist such as yourself.â Â
âHow poetic,â John muses.
Roger comes to you, shrugs off his black leather jacket, drapes it over your violet sweater.
âRoger, donâtââ
âIâll miss you,â he interrupts, smiling, then presses his lips fleetingly to your forehead.
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The four of you take a crowded, decidedly unglamorous bus to Ostia and walk the beaches under the fading afternoon sun. It is chilly by the crashing water, and the wind whips across your cheeks forcefully enough to sting; but none of that stops you. Brian and John collect seashells, and Brian retreads all the details of the tourâall the things he wishes he could do over, all the things he wants to change going forwardâas John listens, smoking and nodding when appropriate. You and Chrissie kneel in the cool sand and shape castles with your hands, giggle about how messy and lopsided they are, scribble notes in the soft sifting remnants of stone and quartz: Chrissie loves Bri, Buy Sheer Heart Attack today, Queen was here. And youâre thinking about Roger more than you should be, and Chrissie knows it; but sheâs not going to say anything about that now.
When the boys come back, Bri sits in the sand next to Chrissie and begins to decorate her castle with the shells he found: scallops and clams and tulip shells and oysters and tiny lightning whelks. She claps and hugs him, leaps into his lap, pulls him in for a kiss. Â
âThis is terribly unfair,â you say, staring morosely at your now even less impressive sandcastle.
John appears beside you and offers a massive pink conch filled with very small, pristine, glossy shells. You gasp and clasp a palm over your heart.
âReally?!â
âYeah,â he says, puzzled. âWho do you think I picked them for?â
âYouâre the best. The absolute best. A treasure. I owe you my life. Wait...â You pick up a thin shard of driftwood and write into the side of your sandcastle: John Deacon, and then a heart encircling it. âYou are officially lord of the sandcastle.â
âA prestigious position, surely,â he says, smiling, then passes you the conch. âGo on.â
As you place the shells, he finds a dried bit of seaweed and impales it on the piece of driftwood, then plants the makeshift flag on the tallest tower of the castle.
Brian glances over and shakes his head, his mess of curls shivering. âChris, love, I fear weâve been outdone.â Then he nods to the words you and Chrissie carved with your fingertips. âLeaving letters in the sand?â
âPromotional material,â you quip; but you can tell the wheels in Brianâs magnificent mind are whirling.
As the sun sets over the Mediterranean Sea, golden speckles of light floating disembodied on the waves, the four of you get gelato and browse through bookstores and wander down cobblestone streets. And on the bus ride back to the hotel, Brian points out constellations as you hold the conch shell in your lap and doze against Johnâs shoulder.
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Brian and Chrissie depart to get dinner when you arrive back at the hotel, taking the rare opportunity for a date night. You try to think of a more romantic destination than Rome. Paris? New York? Venice? Probably none of those. You push the images that flood your thoughts away: candlelit meals with violins serenading in the background, the warm cascading glow of streetlights, tossing coins into fountains older than either London or Boston, gazing over the table and into the ensnaring oceanic eyes of the person who wonât be there. Roger.
âDo you think Roger and Fred are back yet?â you ask John in the lobby. Heâs still got his notebook in his jacket pocket, but he wonât let you see it.
âI doubt it, but letâs find out.â
You ride the elevator to the bandâs floor, still clutching the conch shell, as John fields ideas for dinner.
âRogerâs going to want pizza and beer, but we might be able to get Freddie to go for something more swanky. Actually, heâll probably order dessert first. Thereâs a restaurant down the street that I heard has phenomenal tiramisu and lasagna.â
âOh god. I would kill for a good lasagna.â
âNo need for all that,â John says. âWe donât have enough cash for your bail.â
âIf they serve lasagna in prison, you can leave me here.â
âBut then who would patch up our debaucherous roadies?!â
You laugh as the elevator lurches to a halt and the doors open. âJust call me up in prison and I can talk you through itââ
You step out and turn down the hallway; then all the air vanishes from your lungs. Rogerâs fumbling with his key as he tries to get into his room...and pressed between him and the door is a raven-haired, modelesque woman in a short red dress. His eyes are closed, her tongue darting between his lips, his free hand skating up her bare thigh and beneath her dress. And suddenly youâre being dragged back into the elevator, Johnâs arms locked around your waist. He hits the button for the lobby then reaches for you uncertainly.
âAre you okayâ?â
âYeah, Iâm fine, Iâm totally fine, Iâm...â But for some reason, your throat is burning and your eyes are blurring with tears. You try to blink them away and they drop down your cheeks like rain.
âYouâre not,â he realizes softly.
âGoddammit,â you choke out, sobbing.
âHey, donât do that,â John pleads. âPlease donât do that, please donât cryââ
âOh god, Iâm so sorry, this is so stupid...â You fan your face and try to wrangle your breathing. The way he was touching her...I canât forget the way he was touching her. âI am so stupid.â
âYouâre not,â John flares. And when he opens his arms you rush into them, burying your face in his jacket as he pulls you closer, drowning you in his warmth. âYouâre not stupid,â he says, quietly but severely. âYouâre wicked smart and wonderful and perfect, so youâre not allowed to say anything to the contrary. Alright?â
âOkay,â you whisper. And it occurs to youâas your breathing slows, as your tears subsideâhow incomparably comfortable this feels, homey even.
John clears his throat. âHey, not to break this up or anything, but youâre sort of stabbing me with the conch shell.â
Incredibly, you laugh as you back away, swiping at your eyes. âSorry.â
The elevator doors open, and John leads you out into the lobby. âHereâs whatâs going to happen,â he says. âWeâre going to go to that restaurant on the corner and Iâm going to order a lasagnaââ
âJohn, I donât think I can eat anything.â
âDoesnât matter. Did I say you were going to be forced to eat it at gunpoint? No I did not. Iâm going to order a lasagna, and if you want some awesome, and if you donât weâll just sit and talk. And you can nibble table bread or drink so much wine you forget today ever happened, whatever you want. You make the rules. But weâre going, and Iâm ordering lasagna.â
âOkay,â you reply, sniffling, smiling up at him gratefully.
The restaurant is teeming with tourists, and you end up seated at a tiny table near the back with very dim lighting and a roaring fireplace. Itâs deliciously hot, burning away your misery; or, at least, making it feel as if it might belong to someone else, as if maybe you heard about it from a friend or in a song, maybe even dreamed it. You take Rogerâs leather jacket off and hang it on the back of your chair. When the waiter arrives, John orders for you.
âOne lasagna, the biggest one you have, and extra table bread, and uh...â He skims the menu. âTwo red wines and a Coke. And a sparkling water. So the lady has a selection.â
âSi, signore. Grazie.â
When the waiter leaves, John lifts off his jacket too, then unbuttons his shirt to his navel. The sweltering glow of the firelight dances across his pale skin in a way that is mysteriously distracting. âWell, it definitely doesnât feel like December in here.â
âIâm sorry, maybe they could move usââ
âNo, thatâs alright, I know you like it. And one should be sweating in Southern Italy, donât you think?â He tears off a hunk of bread when it arrives and plates it for you. The conch shell lays on the table by the salt and pepper shakers, to the visible confusion of the waiter.
âThank you. For everything, John. Really.â
He gazes at you with those blue-grey eyes that can look like either clouds or steel depending on the occasion. Tonight they are misty, like the froth over waves, impossibly soft. âIt doesnât mean anything,â he says gently. âI donât know if that helps at all, but I think it should. It doesnât mean anything to someone like Roger, what you saw tonight.â
You sigh. âI guess it doesnât. And Iâm sorry, I know itâs ridiculous, I know that, and Iâm just so frustrated and...and...I get it, I get that I have no right to care about anything Roger does, which is why I feel like such an idiot for reacting this way, but I just...I just...Iâm just so...so fucking torn up about it and Iâm sick of being surrounded by it all the time and Iâm...Iâm so...Iâm...look, Iâm sorry, can you button your shirt or something? Thatâs very distracting.â
âOh, itâs distracting, is it?â John asks, grinning.
âDonât you dareââ
He undoes several more buttons. âHow about now, are you sufficiently distracted?â
âJohn, no!â you wail, laughing.
âI wouldnât want to do anything to distract you from your tortured inner monologue...â He removes his shirt entirely and tosses it to the floor. âHow are you now?â
âVery distracted,â you wheeze.
âExcellent.â He smiles, resting his face in his hands, the firelight flickering over his bare chest and shoulders, reflections of flames in his eyes. âSee, you donât look so sad now.â
âNo, I guess I donât.â You bite into your hunk of bread. But still, the way he was touching her... Â
John sips red wine and smirks teasingly. âYou know...if you ever get tired of the celibate lifestyle...Iâm always game.â
You laugh, shaking your head, and open the Coke bottle. âThatâs very much appreciated. But I donât just want sex.â
âI know,â he replies, solemnly now. âYou want him.â
âThatâs pretty pathetic, isnât it?â
âI donât think youâre pathetic at all.â That seems like it must be a lie, but John sounds genuine.
âYouâre my best friend, you know,â you tell him. âI donât know what I would do without you.â
âCertainly not get treated to authentic Italian lasagna.â
You chuckle. âIâm sure thatâs the least of your talents. Veronica is a very lucky woman.â
John nods, staring down at the table now, pushing crumbs around with the back of his hand. âIf you say so.â
And, in the end, you managed to eat your half of the lasagna after all.
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When you get back to your hotel room, itâs very late in Italy...which means itâs only early evening in Boston. You pick up the phone and resolve to use the last of your miniscule weekly allowance for a long distance call.
Your mom answers on the third ring. âHello?â
âGuess where I am right now.â
âHopefully on a date with that nice Roger boy.â
âOh my god, Mom.â
She titters pleasantly. âTell me, dear. Germany? No, no. Spain.â
âRome.â
âOh!â she sighs, steeped in nostalgia. âDaddy and I went there on our honeymoon! Ages ago, of course. But it was wonderful, otherworldly. Like getting lost in a fairytale. How do you like it?â
âI love it,â you murmur. âMom, can I ask you something?â
âAlways, dear.â
You twirl the phone cord around your fingers anxiously. âHow did you know that Dad was the one?â
âHm.â She pauses; and you can envision the way she takes a step back and glances up at the ceiling whenever sheâs thinking something over. Oh, maybe I do still miss parts of Boston. âWell...you know Daddy wasnât single when we met. And neither was I.â
âYeah, I think I remember that part of the story.â
âIâm not sure if I can explain it, dear. Truly. I...â She drifts off, pondering it. Finally, she says: âIâd had plenty of other boyfriends. Iâd been interested in other people. And people are all so different, they all have something unique to offer to your life, whether good or evil. But when I met your father...I just felt like I couldnât live without him. Suddenly nothing else seemed possible if he wasnât in the picture. Like if he wasnât there Iâd spend the rest of my life missing him. Does that answer your question?â
âIt does, yeah.â You close your eyes and feel the dark Mediterranean night air breeze in through the open window. The conch shell has found a temporary home on top of the antique dresser. âI love you, Mom.â
âAww, I love you too, honey. And youâll make the right decision, whatever that is.â
You look out into the constellations that Brian introduced to you earlier, Aries and Fornax and Perseus. âI hope so.â
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âCut!â The director draws the final scene to a close, and just in time too, because Jiminâs cock is going soft even though he didnât even cum.
Sana flashes him a smile in thanks as she sits up to peer in between her legs, and a few assistants help her to clean up. Â
âHey, you okay?â Manager Sejin hurries over to bring him his robe and a wet wipe, and Jimin shrugs it on silently, swiping half-heartedly at his thighs just to go through the motion of it all before he ties his robe closed and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, adamantly turning his back towards the director who is still talking with a few set assistants and script writers.
Not a few minutes later, the director strides over with a few script writers and exchanges a few laughs and jokes with Sejin, and Jimin is forced to turn around as well.
âThe famous Park Jimin, what a show stopper,â he grins, slapping Jimin on the shoulder a few times with a huge grin on his face, seemingly pleased with how the whole shoot went today. âI knew it was a good call casting you and Sana together. You both look like a real on-screen couple! Both hot as fuck with bodies to die for, now thatâs what I call chemistry!â
Jimin can only manage a half-hearted smile, which the director is entirely smitten with as he makes promises with Sejin to be in touch for Jiminâs next project soon. If thatâs what the director thinks is chemistry, then he hasnât seen many movies. But then again, what counts as chemistry in the porn industry is totally different from Hollywood. Here, as long as you act like youâre having a good time, say your cheesy lines and cum on command, anything goes.
His teeth sink into his lower lip as he makes his way to the car, getting in without a single word. Fooling the director is one thing, but thereâs one person heâll never be able to fool, and thatâs himself. Jimin has never felt as if he was on the verge of losing an erection during a scene. The first five minutes of the car ride is spent in silence as he reproaches himself over and over, and Sejin casts him a wary glance.
âYouâre doing it again, arenât you? Blaming yourself over something that canât be changed,â Sejin interrupts his thoughts.
âNo, itâs justâŠâ Jimin denies it, but gives in a second later. âI was struggling during that last scene. Like really, honestly struggling. I think Iâm losing it.â
To admit it out loud might be the scariest thing heâs ever done in his entire life to date. Saying it out loud makes it seem all the more real, and although it might be childish, Jimin thinks that if he keeps all these thoughts buried away in the corners of his mind, then everything will be alright again. All his doubts and insecurities will turn out to be nothing but lies, and everything will be okay.
âI know. I saw,â Sejin says. âEveryone struggles once in a while. Whatâs important is that you pulled through.â
His sincere words somehow makes Jimin want to keep talking. âI think⊠Iâm tired. Tired of fake cumming in girls, tired of slapping random asses every day. The director said we had fucking chemistry. Can you believe that? Sana and I wouldnât last two seconds in a science lab.â
Sejin chuckles as Jimin gets himself all worked up, muttering under his breath. âPeople see what they want to see, kid.â
âDo you remember anything about a girl in a white shirt and red plaid skirt?â Jimin asks suddenly, and Sejin is somewhat derailed by the change in topic, but decides to go along with his plucky chargeâs demands. âMaybe one of my ex co-stars?â
âPark, this is porn. Red plaid skirt is a porn category all on its own, you must have fucked at least a dozen girls in that get up. So you gotta be more specific,â Sejin says as he turns into Jiminâs driveway, bringing the car to a stop.
âOh. Right.â Visibly disappointed, Jimin leans back in his seat for a moment before reaching for the seatbelt to unbuckle it. âWell, thanks for today, hyung. Iâll get going nowââ
âWait, Park, Iâve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while now,â Sejin turns to Jimin with a contemplative look on his face. âItâs about a new project I had in mind. Iâve been discussing this with a few people from the brand department, and I think itâll get you out of your slump.â
âThatâs what we thought about Sana, remember?â Jimin fidgets with the tie on his robe. âWho is it this time? Another blonde bombshell? We pretty much exhausted the entire A listers already, so I donât see who elseââ
âExcept sheâs not an A lister,â Sejin turns and rummages around the mess that is the backseat of his car for a few minutes before pulling out a tablet and unlocking it with a few swipes. âBut sheâs a rising star. A face you donât really see that often in porn, and her concept is unique too.â
He clicks open a few folders and swipes through a few albums before he finds what he wants, handing the tablet to Jimin. âHere. This girl. I donât think youâve ever worked with her before, butââ
The tablet feels like stone in his hands as he stares at the image, and suddenly, heâs able to put a face to that girl in the white shirt and plaid skirt from earlier. This must be a slightly newer picture, since your hair looks different from how he remembers it. Youâre wearing a white lace babydoll set, looking more innocent and pure than anything heâs ever seen in his entire life.
Jiminâs seen way too many girls in lingerie by now, such that heâs almost desensitized to it already. But thereâs something different about this picture that makes his blood rush through his veins almost immediately. Unlike the hundreds of girls heâs seen, youâre more modestly covered in this picture, your breasts are fully covered in the delicate cloth, and Jimin has to tear his gaze away from it before his mouth starts to water, the lace allowing him peeks of your skin through the material. The way youâre seated on that chairâluscious thighs spread apart, your pussy just hidden from viewâis the most provocative sight heâs ever seen. Your head is propped on your hand and you are looking somewhere off camera in a slightly bored expression, but it enraptures him nevertheless.
âAs you can see, her concept isnât about showing as much skin as possible. Her brand is pretty much the opposite of yoursâsoftcore domination, that isâand since opposites attract, I was thinking a miniseries⊠that is, if you guys have the chemistry. If you really like her and you gusy can work well togetherâŠâ Sejin glances over at Jimin to gauge his reaction, only to find him still staring at the picture on the screen with a laser like intensity. The tell-tale bulge in his dress pants makes Sejin burst out in laughter. âIâm guessing little Park approves? Whatâs with you, popping a boner just by seeing a girl in underwear?â
Jimin sends him a side eyed glare, hastily using the tablet to cover his lap as he mumbles defensively, âitâs leftover from the shoot just now.â
Sejin hits the steering wheel with a victorious fist. âI knew it! I knew youâd like her. When I first saw one of her videos a few days ago, I immediately thought of you. I donât know why she looked so familiar, but I guess there arenât many girls doing the modest concept these daysââ
âYouâre wrong, hyung,â Jimin interrupts before Sejin can get too carried away. âI haveworked with her before, five years ago.â Jiminâs memory is now crystal clear, he remembers that day as if it was yesterday.
âReally? You have?â Sejin frowns in confusion. âI think Iâd remember a face like thatâŠâ
Jimin sighs as he tosses the tablet into the backseat in resignation. âYour project sounds great and all, but itâll never work.â
âWhat? Why?â Sejin fumbles for the tablet again, struggling to understand Jiminâs sudden change in mood.
âBecause she hates me to the core. Thereâs no way sheâll ever agree to work with me.â
âAnd thatâs a wrap, thank you!â The slates clap one last time, and your co-star breaks character immediately to brush his thumb at the corner of your eye to make sure that one bit of cum doesnât accidentally get inside. Inwardly your heart stops at his tender gesture, as if you hadnât been on edge the whole scene.
Cha Eun Woo is one of the most handsome porn stars youâve ever seen. His face is a work of the gods; when he smiles he is all shy boyish charm that has all his older female viewers quaking in their panties (you included), but when he clenches his jaw tight he is anything but a flower boy. You consider it a privilege to get to work with someone like him, and even though this scene isnât exactly up your alleyâbondage and face fuckingâyouâd do it all over again if it only meant getting to look at his beautiful face.
Eun Woo reaches for the restraints on your wrists and starts undoing them before his manager drapes a robe over him and tries to usher him away. Good looking and has manners? You need to get on that dick immediately, preferably not with a dozen cameras surrounding you.
He insists on undoing at least one side of your restraints before he allows himself to be dragged away by his manager who insists that he has another shoot to get to. He throws you an apologetic smile over his shoulder which you return as one of the set assistants helps you with your wrists and hands you a robe along with a wet wipe for your face. The back view of him isnât too bad either, in fact itâs just as good as the front. You continue staring till itâs regrettably covered by his robe, and then you migrate your gaze down to his thighs.
You wish youâd written your number on the backs of those hard as steel thighs. Never mind that you donât have a pen, thereâs plenty of cum on your face for you to-
âDone ogling your co-star yet? Didnât you get enough in the past four hours already?â You sigh in disappointment when your manager finally appears in your field of vision, blocking your view of Eun Wooâs thighs as she hands you a bottle of water.
Regrettably, you unscrew the cap and take a sip, following Wendy to the changing room. âEven a lifetime together with that man wouldnât be enough.â
Before you enter the changing rooms, there is a flurry of activity behind you and a few screams here and there. You whip your head around, clutching your robe to your chest in terror as the most horrifying scenes cross your mind. Maybe youâll be burnt alive before you can collect your dayâs pay, resigned to a tragic death without ever having a chance to try that new all you can eat buffet. Or maybe itâs a gunman looking to shoot down the most attractive person in this set, and seeing as Eun Woo has left the building long ago-
âItâs Park Jimin, oh my god!!!â Wendy squeals in your ear, abruptly putting an end to your macabre imagination as she scurries towards the set, stopping halfway when she realises your expression has darkened over.
You can spot a gaggle of fangirls- mostly set assistants and even the director himself- crowding around him as he runs an unbothered hand through his silver hair, pushing his dark circle lenses further up his nose as he shoots them a polite smile. Jerk. Asshat. Pretentious bastard. Who the hell wears sunglasses indoors? You hope he trips an invisible crack on the floor and falls flat on his stupid face. Why would an A-lister like Park Jimin be here in the first place?
Just then, the man in question raises his head as if heâs looking for something, and while you canât exactly be sure, you feel his gaze lock onto you, and you hurriedly turn away to the safety of the changing rooms.
You open your locker to start changing into your shirt dress, your robe half off your frame when you hear the door open. Thinking that itâs Wendy, you donât bother to speed up your actions at all; sheâs seen you naked plenty of times. Sometimes when she breaks into your house to wake you up for morning schedules you donât even bother putting on clothes till the very last minute, soâ
âI must say, youâre a lot hotter than I thought youâd be. You look like youâve grown a cup size or two.â
The sound of a male voice makes your heart leap into your throat, and you drop everything youâre holding, but thankfully your robe remains clasped under your arms. Park Jimin lowers his sunglasses to the very end of his nose as his eyes linger on every bit of exposed skin, even tiptoeing to get a better look, the bastard.
âLong-time no see, hmm?â
He looks conspicuously out of place in his immaculately pressed dress pants and white silk shirt, arms folded against his chest with an amused look on his face as you scramble to cover yourself up as quickly as you can. Arming yourself with a glare, you turn around to face him fully, your back against the lockers and feeling as if youâre being cornered.
For the first time in five years, you come face to face with the source of all your misery. He looks just as cocky and suave as he did all those years ago when you were just a rookie starting out in the porn industry, fresh faced and hopeful, desperate to make a quick buck to pay off all your tuition fees.
âI donât think weâve met,â you deliberately force yourself to turn back to your locker, acting as if his gaze on your back doesnât bother you in the least. âWhat are you doing here? Itâs not your shoot.â
Jimin looks a little disappointed when youâre decent again. âWhy so shy all of a sudden? Itâs not like I donât know what you look like under there. That video where you get titty fucked? Theyâve definitely grown a cup or two since then.â
You cast a cursory glance towards the entrance of the changing room, wondering why Wendy isnât storming in by now. Granted, people in the porn industry are a lot more relaxed when it comes to nudity and personal space. In fact, just last month, management proposed to merge both sexesâ changing rooms into one in favour of an onsite barista serving custom made coffee and drinks, and everyone jumped on that bandwagon like a man with blue balls at an orgy.
Thankfully some people still had brains enough to protest it and overturn that decision.
âAs if youâve ever seen any of my videos,â you tell him with a roll of your eyes, fumbling around for your underwear so that you can get the hell out of there as fast as you can, to spare yourself from any more humiliation in front of this man. âAs if that tiny pea brain of yours could contemplate anyone elseâs existence other than your own.â
âOuch, thatâs harsh,â Jimin pretends as if you shot him straight in the heart, and you honestly wish you had a gun just so you could. The world would be a much happier place without him.
Jimin bends down to pick something up from the ground, and youâre horrified when you realise that itâs your plain old white cotton bra, the ratty one thatâs been in the wash one too many times and may or may not have its underwire poking out. He dangles it from his finger by the strap with an accompanying smirk on his face as he examines it thoroughly, eyes flitting towards your face every now and then.
âLooking for this? I was right. You did grow a cup size.â
You snatch it from him and decide to bite the bullet, shoving your robe off and pulling your shirt dress over your body as fast as you can. You can already feel him gearing up to make a greasy comment about your lack of underwear, but you stop him in his tracks as you slam the locker closed.
âWatch it, Park. My bodyâs only a free for all when the cameras are on. Apart from that, I charge by the minute.â You swing your tote bag over your shoulder and make a beeline for the doors, but Jimin isnât letting you get away so easily.
âThen how about I film you with my phone? Does that count?â He grins cheerfully as he whips out his phone from his pocket, but all you see is just sleaze personified on his face. âIâve never done amateur porn before, but Iâd do anything to fuck that pussy of yours.â
The nerve of this guy. Just because heâs an A lister, he thinks he can just show up all willy nilly at someone elseâs shoot, scare them while theyâre half naked and say these kinds of disgusting, lewd things. Honestly, you have no idea why heâs even here at your shoot in the first place when he could be doing a number of other things instead. Namely, working out and ingesting copious amounts of protein, and also checking himself out in the mirror. You canât say that youâre intimately familiar with his hobbies, but it seems about right for someone as vain and cocky as Park Jimin.
âIn your dreams. Now if you donât mind, I have other places to be.â You shut him down again as you head outside to look for Wendyâs car.
âIâm serious. I have a preposition for you.â Jimin stops you with a hand on your arm. âA mini-series with me.â
âSave it, Park. Why would I want to do a scene with you?â You wrinkle your nose at him as you unscrew the lid of a bottle of water to take a few sips. âActually, scratch that. Iâd love to do a scene with you. It could be the shortest shoot ever in the history of porn. A tiny dick like yours couldnât last even an hour. Weâd be done in thirty minutes!â
While you are exclaiming in glee to yourself, clapping your hands with mirth at the thought of poor little Park Jimin prematurely ejaculating all over himself while the rest of the set watches on in disappointment, you donât notice his eyes narrow and his lips press together in a firm line. Youâre all too absorbed in the fantasy of watching Park Jimin embarrass himself in front of you and a whole bunch of other people, instead of it being the other way around, for karma to kick his ass and give him what he deserves after all these years.
You turn back to him when a thought suddenly strikes you. âHey, you were there watching me and Eun Woo today right?â
Jimin folds his arms across his chest, all traces of glee wiped clean from his face. âYeah⊠why?â
âDid you see how long he lasted? He didnât even need a fluffer in between scenes. He fucked me like a pro,â you sigh dreamily, unconsciously gripping the bottle tight as you call to mind how thick his cock was. âAnd heâs so good looking too. I heard he once sat on a nail and he didnât even feel a thing. Can you imagine how fine that ass of his must be?â
âMy ass is pretty great tooâŠâ Jimin mumbles in consternation. âWhy wonât you do a scene with me? Look, if it matters that much to you, Iâll even sit on a nail too. Iâll sit on two nails. Just to prove it.â
You donât hear him over the sound of your phone chiming with a text. Unlocking it to check your messages, you throw in a few random belongings from your locker into your bag and get ready to leave, but Jimin still has more to say.
âMy teamâs already done the market research and analysis, youâre just that tiny bit short of making it to A list. If we collaborate, Iâm pretty sure youâll sky rocket to fameââ
You shrug his hand away violently, turning to face him with the immense urge to slap him hard. âWhat if I donât want to be an A lister? Ever thought of that, Park? Iâm no longer a charity case for people like you whoâve had it smooth sailing all along to take pity on. I made it this far on my own merit alone, and I sure as hell donât need your help nowââ
âIs this because I turned you down that one time?â
For someone who hasnât seen you in five years, Park Jimin sure knows you well enough to hit you where it still hurts. Before you can stop it, the memories of that terrible, awful day come filtering back in despite your feeble attempts to block it out.
âWhoâs this?â Park Jimin wrinkled his nose as he glanced at your poor fitting outfit.
You were well aware that your attempt at a sexy schoolgirl outfit didnât quite meet the mark- it had come out of your own closet after all- but still, there was no reason for him to be quite so harsh, and you were at a loss for words. âI-Iâmââ
âIs this my co-star?â Clothed in his perfectly pressed suit with his hair perfectly coiffed and standing at the other end of the table, Jimin glanced off to the side at the camera crew in doubt. At their confirmation, Jimin turned back to you and broke out into laughter. âPD-nim, I know you were aiming for an innocent school girl getting punished, but isnât this a little too much?â
The entire set went silent, all eyes were on you and Jimin as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Now that you looked down at yourself, you saw everything that was wrong- your skirt should have been a good three inches shorter, your blouse tighter, and you should have thrown on that pair of knee socks too-
âI-if thereâs something wrong with my outfit, o-or my makeup, Iâll fix it real quick, I promise,â you were mumbling, tripping over your words in anxiety. You knew that this was your big break- appearing on screen with someone as famous as Park Jimin would give you the exposure you needed. More pragmatically, that dayâs pay alone would be enough to pay off three months of rent that youâd been late on, and buy some much needed food other than instant noodles and bread and-
âThis isnât something that can be fixed with clothes or makeup,â Jimin shook his head as he turned away to walk off set. âPD-nim, I specifically requested a hot co-star right? Not her. Sheâs just too cute. No one would take her seriously. She looks like she belongs in a church choir! Iâd feel like I was committing a cardinal sin. I donât even think I could get it up!â
And you were left staring at his back as he walked away, pride wounded. You could hear some of the staff whispering amongst themselves, shooting you looks of pity. But the thought of the bills stacking up made you fight back tears and push yourself off the table as you ran after him.
âM-Mr Park, please, I really need this,â you hated the way your voice sounded, hated putting yourself at someone elseâs mercy. But having this opportunity disappear right in front of your eyes made you desperate, you were already clutching at straws, right at the end of your rope, and this was all you had. âJust tell me what I need to change. Iâll do anything.â
âNothing you do could make me want to fuck you.â Jimin shrugged out of your grip as he pushes back the sleeve of his blazer to reveal a gold Rolex on his wrist. He began to unbuckle the watch from his wrist. âHere. Take this. Compensation for your time.â
He threw the watch onto the ground carelessly as he walked away with his hands in his pockets.
You turn to face him fully, clenching your jaw as you force the remnants of the past back where they belong: out of sight and out of mind. âSo what if it is? You think just because youâre an A lister everyone is dying to work with you? I wouldnât work with Mr Four Inches even if you begged me to.â
How the tables have turned; if only someone had told you on that fateful day after Park Jimin left you in tears, that five years later heâd be crawling back and asking you to work with him. But revenge is sweet and a dish best served cold.
âListen, back then I was an arrogant jerk, and I said things I shouldnât have,â Jimin removes his sunglasses so that you can see his eyes now, and it actually looks as if the bastard is truly sorry. Too bad a mere apology wonât fix things now; neither will it negate all the hardship you went through just to make a name for yourself. âJust tell me what itâll take for you to agree to work with me. Iâm open to anything.â
You take a step closer to him, securing yourself a front row seat to the guilt and remorse that plays out on his face as he averts his gaze downwards. This is the moment youâve been waiting for the past five years, even fantasised about it while going to bed hungry only to wake up at the crack of dawn the next morning to get to your shoot by yourself. This is the moment that makes all that suffering worth it.
âNothing you do could make me want to fuck you.â
On days that you donât have a schedule, your guilty pleasure is lying in bed doing nothing. Maybe scroll through some social media on your phone. Go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Nothing strenuous like getting out of bed even for food though. And besides, no one ever visits you other than your manager anyway.
So when your doorbell rings on your day off, you groan and push yourself out of bed, taking a whole five minutes just to muster the energy to get to your feet. Your body is still healing and recovering from your last session with Eun Wooâthe script had called for some love bites and marks, and you have to let them fade a little before you can do your next shoot.
You stumble to the door and open it, only to find Park Jimin at your doorstep.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here? How did you know where I live?â Youâre almost instantly awake now, fumbling for your phone. âGet the fuck out of here, or Iâm calling the police.â
âWait, please,â Jimin pushes against the door as you attempt to slam it in his face. âJust hear me out. Five minutes, thatâs all. Please.â
Something about the tone of his voice makes you hesitate, and Jimin is able to shove the door open a little wider and wedge his body in between the small space. Youâre pressed up intimately against him, much closer than youâd like to be, so you back away immediately just to put some distance in between you. You should have kicked this cocky bastard out when you had the chance.
To put aside his pride and humble himself, coming all the way to your doorstep to beg for you to hear him out takes more out of Jimin than heâd ever thought. But your moment of hesitation means a chance for him, and heâll take it.
âThe clock is ticking,â you show him the timer on your phone as you cross your arms.
Jimin almost laughs, he never thought youâd actually be timing him.
âIâm sorry,â he says, figuring that the simplest approach is the best one. âLook, Iâm not going weave you a sob story about how much Iâve changed since then, since you most likely wonât buy it anyway. Instead of that, Iâll be honest with you. Iâm in a slump.â
You snort with laughter as you cross your arms, leaning back against the counter. This isnât all too bad, seeing Park Jimin get all desperate in front of you actually helps close those wounds a little. âThe great Park Jimin, most sought after porn star in the entire industry, in a slump? Yeah, right. Tell that to your viewers, tell that to someone who actually cares.â
âItâs true,â Jimin insists, and he clenches his fists tight. As much as it hurts him to admit it, he knows this is the only way heâll ever have a chance of getting through to you. âI know it may not seem like it but I⊠Iâm just sick of fucking a random girl every day. Every shoot feels like a blur, and Iâm just⊠not happy with my performance. If you watch any of my recent videos, I-â
âWatch your videos? Why would I want to watch someone with a tiny dick acting like heâs got it all?â You toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk towards the kitchen. Since youâre up, you might as well get something to eat. âHey, I have a question. How does the cameraman manage to get a good shot with your big head in the way?â
Okay, he definitely deserves all this, but that doesnât mean that your insults donât hurt. Jimin follows a few steps behind you, casting a surreptitious glance downwards. Is his dick really that small? He knows he doesnât conform to the porn industry norm of seven and up, but he knows heâs got a good girth, and none of his co-stars have ever complained about his sizeâŠ
âJust⊠please. Itâs not like you arenât getting anything out of this either, youâll get on the A list in no time-â
âDo you think thatâs what I really want? To get on that fucking A list?â You shoot back at him, fury reignited once more at the mention of rankings. Someone like Park Jimin would never understand how hard you had to work just to get here. And why to be offered a leg up to ride on his coattails is all the more insulting. âEven if it meant more money, even if it meant more fame, Iâd rather die than be on that list, if itâll make me turn into someone like you, who looks down on others beneath them. Newsflash: not everyone is as obsessed with rankings as you are. Some of us are happy with things the way they are, if itâs enough to get by on, then thatâs all I need.â
Jimin looks as if heâs been slapped, and his eyes dart around uncertainly, well aware of your indignance, but having no idea how to proceed from this point on. âIâm sorry if I made it sound like that. I was just trying to help you out too, but I-â
âThanks, but I donât need it,â you shove his chest, pointing to the door. âGet out of my sight.â
âI havenât had an orgasm in ages, alright?â Jimin finally exhales in defeat, shoulders slumping as he admits the one thing that he hasnât told anyone, not even his manager. âAnd you can laugh at me all you want, and I deserve it, but itâs hard to even get it up these days. Thereâs only so many pills you can take before it starts to fuck with your health, and if that snowballs, there goes my entire career, my everything-â
Jimin cuts himself off, turning to face you with an inscrutable look on his face.
His sudden confession has you stumped, and you struggle to find the right words as you stare at the man that has been the bane of your existence during the most difficult time of your life. Your first instinct is to mock him and gloat over his misfortune, but the man standing in front of you isnât the Park Jimin that you know and hate- making fun of him now wouldnât be morally right. You know of plenty of porn stars whoâd been through the entire system and come out the other side worse for wear.
âSo? What does that have to do with me? What makes you think Iâm the miracle cure to all your problems?â
Jimin is encouraged when you donât immediately chase him out or laugh at him. To think of how the tables have turned since five years ago makes him feel like an utter jerk- he hadnât even given you the time of day back then. Youâre a better person than he could ever be.
âIâm attracted to you. Physically, at the very least.â Jimin doesnât have anything to lose now as he shrugs. Heâs always been shameless to a large extent. âI popped a boner for the first time on my own when my manager showed me your photo.â
Now this is just plain ridiculous. Your eyes immediately drop to his crotch out of instinct, and the greasy little shit actually smirks. Before you can avert your gaze, he grabs his own dick through his dress pants, and your cheeks immediately heat up as you look away.
âAnd you expect me to believe that? Out of all the girls youâve fucked, youâre not attracted to any single one of them, but you pop a tiny little boner for me?â You clear your throat hastily, trying to get your cheeks to cool down. It feels as if the room suddenly became a few degrees hotter, and-
âWhy not? Is it that hard to believe?â Jimin shrugs as if itâs no big deal, leaning against your kitchen counter as he watches you gulp an entire glass of water.
âListen, Park. I donât know what kind of game youâre playing here, or if this is just one of your tricks to humiliate me again-â
âIâll prove it!â Jimin is at his wits end, the timer on your phone ran out what seemed like ages ago, and heâs getting kicked out any second now.
âProve what?â You turn around, and nearly drop the glass youâre holding.
Park Jimin is most definitely not Mr Four Inches. His pants are bunched up around his thick thighs- youâre privy to the very intimate fact that Park Jimin likes to go commando when he wears dress pants- and his dick is standing straight at attention. Even though he must have only been half hard when he grabbed himself just a few minutes ago, right now he is sporting a full erection, and you canât help but stare at his one-eyed monster with a horrified look on your face.
Youâve seen many dicks in porn while sucking and fucking your way to the top. Park Jiminâs dick should not have this effect on you. But for some reason you canât take your eyes off it no matter how hard you try, you canât meet his eyes. âDude, what the fuck is wrong with you?â
This at least seems to shake his confidence a little. âWh-what do you mean? If youâre talking about the underwear, itâs good for my balls-â
âHow are you hard that fast? Just a second ago you were-â you cut yourself off as you close your eyes, massaging your throbbing temples. It feels as if youâve aged ten years since Park Jimin showed up at your house and flashed you his dick in your kitchen.
âThis isnât even my final form yet, if you show me your pussy I can-â
âDid you get a boner just from arguing with me? Wait, you know what, I donât care. I really donât care. Just get out. There are knives in this kitchen and Iâm not afraid to use them. In fact, I have this special knife I like to use just for long things like pickles and sausages.â Â You mime a chopping action while staring directly at his exposed dick, and Jimin winces, covering himself instinctively.
Grabbing him by his ear, you half drag him to the door, giving him almost no time to pull his pants up before you toss him out on his ass. Tomorrow youâre putting in a request to end your lease and shift somewhere into the corner of the city so heâll never be able to harass you again.
Thatâs the last youâll ever see of Park Jimin.
You must be drunk. You must be out of your mind.
At least one of the above is true, judging from the almost empty bottle of wine on the table, and if sitting in front of your computer browsing porn in your underwear is considered normal, then you can write off the second one.
But this still doesnât account for the fact that youâre on Jiminâs homepage scrolling through his top ten most popular videos, learning from his bio the very precise measurements of his dick. And very bizarrely, the fact that he has an especially tiny pinky is⊠cute?
There must be a virus on your computer. How else would you explain the fact that your mouse is moving of its own volition towards the most popular video on his page and clicking on it? Someone must be controlling your computer from a remote location, forcing you to watch porn videos of this stupid punk who probably canât even last more than a minute max-
No, no, you canât do this. You close your eyes tightly as the video buffers. Youâve never seen a single video of his in your entire life, and youâd do anything to keep it that way. But then the sound of Jiminâs low grunts and whines forces your eyes open again, and youâre met with an intimate view of his spread legs as he wraps one hand around his cock. The sight of his precum dripping over his knuckles as he grips himself harder makes you squeeze your thighs together in response. From this perspective his balls look so tightly drawn and swollen, and your mouth waters at the prospect of taking them into your mouth, wondering how he tastes like.
There is a giggle from a girl offscreen, and Jimin looks off to the side with a smirk on his face, spreading his thick thighs wider and letting his cock fall against his abs with a heavy thump. âYour pussy looks so tight, you sure you can take me?â
The camera pans to his female co-star, and you recognise her to be Sana, top A-lister who has a body to die for. She giggles and spreads her lips, lowering herself down on Jiminâs cock as he hooks his arms under her knees. Sana leans back against Jiminâs chest as he begins to fuck into her roughly, her stuffed pussy front and center on camera as her breasts bounce and she screams and cries his name.
Your underwear is suspiciously wet, and you shift uncomfortably, unable to take your eyes off his cock, pumping in and out of her pussy. Sana is actually one of your role models, and youâve seen enough of her videos to know when sheâs putting on an act and when sheâs truly screaming her head off from being dicked down so hard. They change positions several times, and it looks as if she manages to have an orgasm every single time.
You forward to the end, somehow curious to see Park Jiminâs famous money shot. The last thirty seconds of the video shows Jiminâs tip buried in her pussy as he jerks off furiously, sweat shining on his abs as he grunts. Sana is egging him on, asking him to cum inside her, and Jimin complies with a groan, giving a few thrusts with his hips as white liquid begins to seep out around Sanaâs pussy. You recognise it immediately as the fake stuff even as Jimin thrusts a few times to make it more realistic, before pulling out. The camera switches angles to focus on his fingers that are pulling her lips apart, exposing her to the camera as he leisurely plays with the fake cum, licking his lips and following the stream of cum with his eyes as it drips from her.
The close up shot of his face doesnât lie- Park Jimin is one hell of an actor. If he hadnât told you he was struggling, youâd be entirely fooled by the way heâs kissing Sanaâs inner thighs on-screen, post orgasm glow on his rosy cheeks as he praises her for taking his cum so well. Jiminâs face is lit up with reverence and fascination as he runs his fingers through her used cunt, spreading his cum around and using it to rub her clit. The camera then focuses on Sanaâs face, gasping and writhing from Jiminâs fingers, but the sound of his voice telling her to cum like the dirty girl she is, suck up all his cum deep inside where it belongs, steals your attention.
You canât help but start to fan yourself. The soothing lilt of Jiminâs baritone voice is enough to make you feel like heâs actually talking to you right through the screen. With Sanaâs face cut off from the frame, itâs easy to just close your eyes and immerse yourself in his praise, like some kind of ASMR porn. Your panties are unbelievably sticky. Now you know just why Park Jimin is an A lister, not because of his good looks or just Lady Luck smiling down on him, or god forbid, his not-as-small-as-you-thought dick. He is truly talented, he works hard, and he knows heâs good at what he does.
As much as you hate to admit it. But you are a person who gives credit where credit is due.
If what he says is true- that partnering with you will go a long way in helping his performance- then you wonder just how well this man can fuck. But yet⊠collaborating with him would mean having to deal with his insufferable cockiness, not to mention that youâve already seen enough of him to last a lifetime by now.
But the stickiness between your thighs that just begs for your attention conjures up the filthiest, nastiest thoughts of what it would be like for Jimin to actually say all those things to you. Since everyone says heâs just that good at his job, why shouldnât you test him out for yourself to see if he really lives up to his name? Itâll be like test driving a car with no intention to buy it whatsoever. Or just going to the showroom for the free biscuits and coffee. No commitment, no getting involved, nothing.
Easy as pie.
A part of you hesitates as you reach for your phone, fingers hovering over the send button long after youâve typed out your message. Indecision has always been your weak spot.
Oh fuck it, whatâs the worst that could happen? You hit the button and send the message to your manager before giving in to temptation and reaching for the rarely used vibrator that you stash away at the corner of your desk drawer.
Tell Park Iâm in.
âMr Park will see you now,â the receptionist gestures you toward a meeting room down the hallway, and you have to force yourself to aim a friendly smile at her instead of just turning right around and leaving immediately.Â
After having been made to wait a good ten minutes past the agreed meeting time- you can see through the damn meeting roomâs glass doors that Jimin is just twiddling his thumbs, doing absolutely nothing at all- you utterly regret your decision. You should never have agreed to work with this prideful asshole.
Park Jimin is absolutely obnoxious. Youâll bet a hundred bucks that he told the poor receptionist to quote that line from Fifty Shades.Â
âWell well well⊠look who we have here,â Jimin grins smugly from his seat when you enter, legs spread wide so that your eyes are forced to take in the broad expanse of his well-muscled thighs and slowly travel up⊠up to-
Already beyond annoyed that you had to come all the way here- your number one rule when it comes to men and business is to let them come to you- you plop yourself down on the plush sofa, feeling out of place in your denim skirt and white shirt. Jimin, as usual, is dressed to the nines, white dress pants stretched tight over his thighs, and his light blue shirt draping slightly off one shoulder.
âWhat made you change your mind?â Jimin twirls a pen with interest as he crosses one leg over the other, nodding his thanks when a man clad in a full suit sets a tray with tea and coffee on the table. âLet me guess. Iâll bet it was my dick. It was, wasnât it?â
This man is so full of himself, it makes your temples pound immediately. Yet, you canât bring yourself to disagree entirely, even as you try not to gape at how luxurious Jiminâs label company is. This entire room alone is bigger than your companyâs entire office, and youâve most certainly never been served tea and biscuits at a contract negotiation before.
âIâmâŠâ you fumble around for a plausible excuse to feed him even as you panic a little. âIâm adopting a cat!â
Jiminâs brows furrow in slight confusion. âO-ookay?â
You want to kick yourself. When you go home today, you need to write out a list of excuses to use in a pinch when cocky bastards ask if you like their dicks. Jimin looks amused as he raises his eyebrows, that stupid infuriating smirk telling you that he sees through your excuse as if itâs nothing but cling wrap. But youâve made your bed. And now you have to lie in it. âA-and I figured the extra money couldnât hurt.â
âHow much money does one need to adopt a cat?â Jimin queries, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees now. The stupid little punk has a tiny smirk on his lips, but his eyes seem as if he is genuinely curious.
âItâs a⊠a very expensive cat, a purebred,â you say defensively. Youâre just pulling all this out of your ass now, but you canât, refuse to back down. âHeâs gonna need lots of vet checks and toys and um⊠cat things.â
âCat things. Right. Very expensive, those. I would know, since I know pussies very intimately.â Jimin nods, the corners of his lips twitching as he struggles to fight back a grin.
âYou told her to say that, didnât you,â you accuse him, desperate to change the subject. âOn purpose, just to annoy me.âÂ
Jimin merely raises his brows, taking a slow sip of his tea and staring at you from over the rim of his cup. Stupid, cocky, obnoxious, handsome bastard.Â
You roll your eyes and tilt your chin toward the reception. ââMr Park will see you nowâ.â
Jiminâs eyes light up with mirth immediately as he sets his cup down, licking his lips, feigning innocence. Or ignorance. Or both. âIâm not sure what you mean by that... she is a receptionist, and that is her job, so Iâm not sure why youâd think-â
âYou were waiting in here doing nothing for ten minutes!â You finally explode, pointing a finger at him. âI fucking saw you through the glass door!â
Jimin seems to be utterly amused by your explosive anger, and he only shrugs nonchalantly. He has this stupid shit eating grin on his face as he revels in your irritation.
âAh yes, that. I was meditating, you see. Very good way of calming the mind and the body,â Jimin is still grinning from ear to ear as he twiddles his thumbs. âSpeaking of, you might want to try it yourself. Maybe you can get rid of some of that... pent up anger.âÂ
You are still fuming at him, grabbing a biscuit off the plate and popping it into your mouth, chewing silently for a few minutes as you continue to seethe. Jimin admits you look cute like this- cheeks puffed out from chewing- bickering with you is actually fun, and itâs entertaining to see how easily he can rile you up.Â
Jimin silently praises himself for coming up with that idea, beyond pleased that Sandra came through as promised- if only he could have seen the look on your face when she said that to you.Â
He clears his throat, resting his arms on his knees and lacing his fingers together. âAnyway, before you sign anything, I just wanted you to know what youâre getting yourself into.â
Immediately, you narrow your eyes in suspicion, turning your knees away from his lewd gaze as he eats up the expanse of your legs with his eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm sure you know by now, after much⊠research,â Jimin pauses to lick his lips- that bastard knows exactly what heâs insinuating- as he uncrosses his legs. âYouâll know all about my style, and I guess you could call it a brand that I made for myself. Mainly I do submissive and occasionally softcore dom-â
âWait, what?â You nearly spit out your coffee. Images of your late night âresearchâ session assault you, and although you would never admit it, Park Jimin is anything but submissive and softcore dom. You remember being awed at his hidden strength as he tosses his girls around, bending them into positions that give the camera the best view, almost felt the stinging sensation of his spanks on your own ass, the sharp bite of his teeth sinking into your own skin, marking you all over. His girls end up thoroughly fucked and marked, and his trademark is that his videos always end with a leaking pussy. Jimin likes to play around with the cunts that heâs fucked, tongue lingering teasingly around his girlsâ inner thighs, almost but never quite coming close to licking up the mess that he just made. The video would always cut to black in a very unsatisfying manner, and thatâs how you found yourself clicking from one video to another in the hopes of finding one where he actually eats his own cum. Or the fake cum, that is.
âYou? Submissive? Softcore?â You nearly snort with laughter. âMaybe in your next lifetime, Park-â
The shit eating grin that spreads across his face lets you know that youâve been caught red handed. Park Jimin pushes himself off his seat to join you on the sofa, crowding into your space as he sits so close to you that his thigh brushes yours. One arm goes around the back of the sofa to curl around you, and the other casually rests on your bare knee. His agonizingly plump lips just brush against the shell of your ear. âCaught you, princess. Been watching my videos? No wonder you look like you didnât get much sleep last night.â
âI wasnât- I justâŠâ words elude you for the nth time today, and a bubble of frustration rises in your chest. Just what is it about this man that makes you so tongue tied, when usually you have no problem saying whatever comes to mind?
âWhat if I told you Iâve watched every single one of your videos too?â Jiminâs lips ghost across your cheek, following your jawline. âAnd I like the ones where itâs just you on camera. Your lips sucking my cock, eyes tearing up because Iâm fucking your mouth so good. Your pussy getting creamed and filled up so that it leaks everywhere. Your ass bouncing on my cock while you whine and moan because youâre just that. fucking. tight.â
You do all you can to keep your breathing level, even though your body reacts instinctively to his words just as it had the night before. The tone of his voice, the filth that spews from his sweet plush lips awakens your lust once more, lust that you spent the better part of last night trying to quench. The difference is, this time Park Jimin is actually here whispering these words into your ear and you can reach out and just-
His thigh feels like steel under your touch. You slide your fingers up till you almost reach the apex as his breaths on your neck cause your nipples to harden and ache for his tongue.
Abruptly, Jimin draws away with a satisfied smirk on his lips. âThere. I think I gave you just a tiny little taste of the weeks to come hmm? Now, letâs go over the contract together, shall we?â
The contract ended up to be pretty standard, nothing youâve never seen before, except for the exclusive part. Youâre bound to Jimin for three shoots exclusively, and over the span of these shoots, youâre not allowed to take on any other projects, and neither is he. As for the actual script and content of each shoot, Jimin left it open to negotiation. But having spent the past few years doing every single porn clichĂ© imaginable, youâre pretty much fresh out of ideas and donât really mind leaving it up to Jimin, as long as he runs it through you for your approval first. A part of you is actually even a little curious to see what he can cook up that he hasnât already done.
And with that, youâd just entered an exclusive contract with your nemesis, the man you swore youâd never fuck. Heâd turned you down all those years ago and left you high and dry, whatâs to say that he wonât do the same again this time? For years after youâd cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror, forced yourself to fight through the crippling panic attacks before every single shoot as his words come to mind again and again.
Everyone is their own worst critic, but your own self-degradation is only bolstered by the ghost of his words uttered when you were at your lowest. Even the memory of letting someone see you at your most desperate and dire causes a physical shudder to run through your body. Never again will you be in such a position.
But at least now if he decides to revert back to his arrogant self again, youâll be protected by the contract you signed. Youâll make sure to sue his balls off.
When Jimin emails you the first script, youâre too shocked for words when you read through it. Itâs nothing heâs ever done before, at least not from what you remember. The premise is you as a high end prostitute being rented out exclusively by CEO Jimin, only heâs found out that youâve been seeing other customers behind his back. His lines are definitely not soft-core, nowhere near it. It is degrading, slightly humiliating, and there is plenty of name calling.
Just the thought of letting Jimin have the upper hand in this scene brings back all the unpleasant memories, and bile threatens to rise in your throat. It seems like he wasnât joking when he said he likes to dominate his girls. You know you could always just write him back and tell him that itâs too much, too fast for you. While Jimin might be an insufferable bastard with the biggest ego youâve ever seen, he isnât unprofessional. Heâll change the script if you tell him to, no questions asked.
But a stubborn part of you is desperate to prove to him that the events of five years ago no longer hold any power over you. To show him, and maybe yourself too, that youâve long ago moved on from it. You donât want to run from it anymore, and the best way to do it would be to accept this script, willingly put yourself in a subservient position below the man whoâd rejected and humiliated you all those years ago.
You sigh and reach for a bottle of wine before you read any further. Why canât moving past trauma be as easy as finishing an entire bottle of wine by yourself?
Nursing a glass of wine, you read on. The kinks⊠oh god.  Spanking, for one. Thereâs also a part where youâre required to do a lapdance for him, accompanied with stripping. As you read through both your parts, you try and visualise the entire scene in your head. Thereâs no way youâll be able to dance confidently, thatâs for sure. The rest of it is a slight stretch, but for now thatâs the only change you want to make, and you type back a brief line to Jimin. Â
And then, thereâs nothing left to do but search for strip tease videos and learn the heck out of them.
Doing a shoot with Park Jimin has its perks.
Proper make-up artists, for one. And an actual chair to sit in while your hair and makeup gets done professionally. Thereâs even a manicurist on call who gives you a quick touch up when she sees your bare nails. And the wardrobe⊠usually the lingerie that gets shoved at you is two sizes too small, scratchy and doesnât fit well, and even once or twice looks like it hasnât been washed. But today the stylists prepared a custom fit scarlet lace bralette that supports you just right, enhancing your natural cleavage and making you more confident than youâve ever been about your tits. The lace of it just skims your waist, accentuating the petite curve of it, while the low rise panties come with matching garters. Youâre also given a black lace see through cardigan to drape over your shoulders, and overall the entire outfit is very tasteful, very much your style of not exposing too much skin.
As you sit in the chair and go over the script one last time, you canât help but feel the nerves right in the pit of your stomach. The makeup artists are working their magic on you, transforming you into an entirely different person altogether, so when you look at yourself in the mirror, it feels foreign. After theyâre done, you ask to be left alone just for a moment so you can calm yourself down.
âHey⊠howâre you doing?â Wendy approaches you and places her hands on your shoulders from behind. âOkay? Nervous?â
You put on a brave smile for her, meeting her eyes in the mirror. âNo, not nervous. I mean, maybe a little.â
âItâs normal,â she reassures you, kneading your shoulders to get at the tense knots. âYouâve never done something so⊠intense. Actually, I was surprised you even accepted it in the first place.â
You give her a muted shrug as you focus on looking through your script. You havenât seen Jimin since stepping on set, assuming that he is off somewhere also getting his hair and makeup done.
The directorâs assistant pops her head in soon after to let you know that itâs time for the preliminary lighting checks. Placing your script on the table in front of you, you take a deep breath, meeting your own eyes in the mirror once more before sliding your feet into your four inch black heels that youâd been given and making your way to the main set area.
Todayâs set is simple- what looks like the interior of a bachelorâs pad. The first scene takes place in the living room over the sofa, and you wait awkwardly by the side for the directorâs cue. You notice Jimin laughing and joking with him from afar, giving him a brief side hug before he notices you staring at him and makes his way over.
âMorning,â your co-star greets you with a lazy half smile, and you wobble on your heels, nearly twisting an ankle. Irritated with yourself, you bite your lip hard.
Jimin reaches out to steady you with his hands on your waist through the flimsy material of your cardigan, and when he sees what youâre wearing, he raises an eyebrow in approval. He doesnât take his hands off your waist, seeing it fit to pull you into his body so that you can feel his hips against yours. You can feel the ice cold metal of his rings on your skin, and it makes you shiver. Jimin doesnât look all that different since he is wearing a suit, but his hair is slicked back and his makeup dark and smouldering. He exudes an aura of power and control.
âMorning,â you mutter back, taking a step away from him and averting your gaze to calm your racing heart.
Jimin lets you go with a chuckle, but then he glances down at your heels. âAre those bothering you? You should take them off if itâs uncomfortable.â
A little taken aback at his sudden concern, you glance down at your feet. âItâs fine. Maybe later, during the strip tease. For this scene I wonât really be standing much anyway.â
Jimin hums an agreement as he absent mindedly plays with his rings, briefly directing his attention to the set technicians as they adjust the lighting and check the camera angles. Having his eyes off you sets you at ease a little, and you let out a breath you didnât know youâd been holding, causing Jimin to turn to you.
âYou look a little tense,â he comments, noting your crossed arms and hunched shoulders. âWas there anything else you wanted me to change in the script? Iâm still open to last minute changes. Donât force yourself to do anything youâre not comfortable with. Iâm serious about that, Iâll handle everything with the director, so donât hesitate.â
At the mention of the director, you turn your head toward where he is currently surrounded by a few script writers. This director is known for being short tempered and very direct, although of course Jimin has an excellent relationship with him. The director probably doesnât even know who you are, doesnât care about a nobody like you.
âNothing?â Jimin raises his eyebrows. âLast chance to cop out before you forget everything but my name.â
The bastard is grinning like a Cheshire cat now, and in spite of your nerves, it actually sets you at ease to see Jimin acting the way youâve always known him to be.
âPlease. I think itâs you who should be nervous,â you roll your eyes at him, glancing at his crotch pointedly. The material of his dress pants are dark so you canât really tell if heâs hard or not. âLittle Park up to the task today? Or maybe you need me to flash you first? Are you gonna cum once you see my tits?â
The back and forth banter feels familiar. It feels right.
âAre you offering a sneak peek? Iâm not in a position to turn that down, althoughâŠâ Jimin actually reaches forward to grab your hand and pull it to his crotch, and you gasp when youâre met with his semi-erect state. âIâll make you eat your words today.â
The playful glint in his eyes makes you forget about everything you were nervous about.
âMaybe you should have written in some against the wall action,â you direct your gaze down to his covered thighs. âYour thighs and ass look like they need some work.â
Jimin just laughs as if the thought had never occured to him before. He does suppose his ass has got a little flat recently... and Jimin can think of more than one way to get his famous bubble butt back. One that involves you being naked, on his back while he does some squats.
âYouâll be seeing plenty of my ass and thighs, I assure you,â he lowers his voice as his lips brush against the shell of your ear.Â
One of the assistant producers directs you on set, and you walk ahead of Jimin and take up your opening position against the back of the sofa. Jimin follows and crowds up against you, every inch of his body against yours as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. He presses his nose into the crook of your neck, his hand running up your side and lifting your cardigan so that your ass is exposed. He cups your cheek with his other hand, and up close like this, itâs actually quite magical to witness Park Jimin getting into character.
All traces of humour and boyish playfulness fades, and in its place is a poker face: eyes hard and unforgiving, jaw clenched with a muscle that jumps in his cheek. His grip around your waist is punishing and no doubt leaving finger marks, yet the way he strokes your cheek is completely opposite; a gentle caress with his thumb on your chin, playing with your bottom lip. Your heart skips a beat from how cold his gaze is.Â
The director gives his approval for the cameras to start rolling. âScene one, action!â
âMy favourite whore,â Jimin mumbles with a slow smile, eyes dipping down to appreciate your cleavage from his vantage point. His hand leaves your cheek to tangle in your hair, giving it a few firm tugs as the camera focuses on your side profiles. âIâve missed that mouth of yours around my cock so much.â
He reaches to push the lace cardigan off your shoulders, and it falls to your feet, exposing you to the camera and also to his gaze. Wearing a devious smirk, you let one bra strap fall off your shoulder. âI missed you too, Mr Park.â
âOh really?â He comments with a raised eyebrow when the other strap falls down too, and you lean forward to show off your cleavage to the camera circling the both of you. âThen maybe youâd care to explain why one of my acquaintances just bragged to me mere hours ago about fucking that sweet pussy of yours?â
As the script calls, you freeze immediately in his gaze. But there is no need for you to put on any sort of pretense, because the look on Jiminâs face is enough to make your heart skip a few beats. He looks genuinely displeased, unimpressed with the little show youâre putting on for him that it makes you doubt if youâre doing a good job at playing the sultry prostitute or not.
He makes his way over to the couch, sitting with his thighs spread, motioning you to stand in between them.
âI-I wasnât, Mr Park, I just-â
âSave it, dollface,â he waves your excuse away with a disappointed sigh. His eyes travel the length of your body passively. âThe terms and conditions of being my whore were clear, were they not? Surely even a slut thatâs as cock hungry as you would understand how many girls out there would kill to be my personal fuck toy. I donât share my toys, and I donât fuck sloppy seconds either.â
Jimin waits a beat or two before he continues, his voice now a low growl. âTake your panties off, turn around, and bend over. I want to see your pussy.â
Trembling in your heels, you do as he says, inching the lace fabric down over your hips as the camera relocates behind you. The humiliation that burns on your cheeks is real even though you keep reminding yourself that itâs just a scene. You bend over so that your chest touches your thighs, putting yourself fully on display for him. You can only imagine what kind of view the camera; and by extension, Jimin, is getting now.
âSpread your lips with your fingers. Let me see inside,â he demands, and you reach back to pull apart your already damp pussy lips with both hands.
âLook at that,â Jimin marvels. âDidnât even bother to clean up before you came over to fuck me. What a fucking cumslut you are, you let him cum in your pussy? You think you could fool me? Make me take disgusting sloppy seconds?â
There is a hitch in your breath when Jimin goes slightly off script, mentioning cum that isnât in your pussy. Thankfully you arenât too far gone to think on your feet. âN-no Sir! I made him use a condom.â
A sudden sharp sting on your ass elicits a cry from you.
âIt still doesnât excuse your behaviour. In case you forgot, Iâll remind you again. Your. Pussy. Is. Mine.â Jimin punctuates each word with a slap, causing you to wobble on your heels as your walls clench around nothing. âDripping for me already?â
You can feel your pussy start to drip down your inner thighs, and a blush heats up your cheeks involuntarily.
âWhy donât you get on my thigh and show me how sorry you are, and maybe Iâll consider letting you suck my cock. And lose the bra.â
Scrambling to kick off your underwear, you turn around to face Jimin again, and he is leaning back against the sofa, a proud smirk on his lips as he spreads his thighs invitingly. You manage to take a few steps towards him before Jimin grabs your waist and pulls you down, situating his firm, thick thigh right against your bare center. Embarrassingly, you can feel yourself start to soak through his dress pants almost immediately as he watches your chest heave with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow.
Jimin tugs down the lace cups of your bra to expose your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. âWhatâs a slut like you doing wearing underwear? Cumwhores like you should go around with a bare pussy, since you like cock so much, hmmm? Donât you think?â
With his hands around your hips securing you on his lap, Jimin makes eye contact with you for a brief second to check your reaction. Imperceptibly, his thumb brushes against your skin softly, and the touch reassures you that itâs all just for the camera, and you relax slightly.
âYes, sir,â you whisper as you arch your hips up, showing the camera your pussy and Jiminâs soaked lap.
âGood girl, now grind like you mean it,â Jimin spits onto your right nipple, watching perversely as his saliva drips over your erect bud, soaking the red lace.
With a moan, you begin to work your hips against his thigh, feeling his muscles tense to give you just the right amount of friction. Your clit rubs against him just right, and Jimin reaches down to spank your ass before he gropes it lewdly.
âThatâs it⊠fuck, I knew a whore like youâd be good at this. Show me how much you want my cock. Look at your dirty pussy, you made such a mess of me.â He spreads your ass cheeks apart to show the camera your tight asshole, and you lift your hips for a moment to grant your poor clit some reprieve before you cum prematurely like a rookie. Jimin reprimands you with a sharp slap. âDid I say you could stop, whore?â
With a barely concealed whimper, you lower your cunt onto his thigh and start to grind again, but Jimin shoves you off roughly, and you land on the couch with your thighs spread, pussy already red and swollen. Jimin pushes himself to his feet with a disappointed sigh as he looks at you, utterly unimpressed as he delivers a spank to your clit, followed by three more. You sob and cry for mercy, thighs quivering as you jerk and wriggle on the couch, trying to close your legs.
âKeep your fucking legs spread, or Iâll have to tie you to a spreader bar,â Jimin growls as he digs his nails into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. His eyes are hard, cruel and cold as he spanks you a few more times. âSluts like you should know how to keep their legs spread right?â
âPlease, Sir, please,â you pant and whine, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes as he soothes the crescent shaped indents with a caress.
âGive me one reason why you deserve my cock. A dirty little whore like you who fucks every man she meets.â Jimin slaps your clit again before spitting at it in disgust. You can feel his saliva on your clit, dripping down over your slit. âThatâs all you are; a desperate, cock hungry slut.â
âM-make it yours,â you gasp, thighs trembling in Jiminâs grasp even as your breath comes in uneven heaves, cheeks burning in humiliation that is all too real. âMake my cunt yours, Sir.â
âShould I?â Jimin pretends to consider for a moment, and the ice cold sensation of his rings against your skin are the only thing keeping you sane right now. Your cunt is throbbing, desperate for any kind of relief, you are covered in sweat, tears and Jiminâs spit, utterly wrecked and he hasnât even taken off a single article of clothing yet. âWeâll see how well you suck cock, whore. Get up.âÂ
âAnd cut!â The director calls an end to the first scene, and Jimin immediately releases his grip on your thighs.
The directorâs voice is like a wakeup call, and you take in the sight of the cameras and crew surrounding you with a renewed clarity. The cut came at a good time; for a moment there you almost forgot that this is merely a scene from a porn script, and itâs never happened to you before. Your breaths are coming in harsh pants and you recognise that you are about to hyperventilate if you donât regulate your breathing soon.
You push yourself to a seating position and close your thighs, taking a moment to regain your senses as Jimin crouches in front of you. He is fussing with a tissue at your tearstained cheeks even though there are two make-up artists hovering behind him, and you are thrown off by this 180 degree change.
âI didnât hurt you did I?â Jimin frowns as he glances at your thighs. âI cut my nails this morning, butâŠâ
âIâm fine,â your voice is wobbly as you push his hand away and get to your feet, stepping around him and letting the makeup artists do their thing. Letting your impeccable mask slide back into place as the tears are sponged off your face. A few swipes of a brush here and there, and they step back. And you are good as new. No sign whatsoever to indicate that you were this close to almost breaking into tears.Â
Jimin is still way too close for comfort, you feel as if having him look at you up close like this is enough for him to realise how affected you were by that scene. And thatâs not something youâre willing to divulge just yet.
Jimin looks as if heâs about to protest, but then the director cuts in, ordering everyone to move to the bedroom for the next scene. You start to walk towards the set, but Jimin stops you with a hand on your wrist.
âHey, look at me. Are you okay? I need to know before we go any further,â his grip on you is insistent as he pins you in place with his eyes. âThis is a rough scene and I need you to tell me when you need a break or if it gets too much.â
Jimin is genuinely concerned as he searches your expression, refusing to relinquish his grip on you till you give him an answer. He doesnât seem to care that the director is left waiting on the new set; all his attention is focused on you only.
âThe dialogue was a little much,â you admit as you look away from him, crossing your arms over your naked chest self-consciously. The thought of admitting just how much it affected you nearly makes you sick to your stomach. âBut itâs fine. I just need to get used to it.â
Jimin releases a breath as he nods to himself. âGood. And also- I should have asked you this earlier, but my partners and I have a signal we use for each other during scenes to act as a non-verbal safeword. Are you familiar with that kind of practice?â
You hesitate a little before answering, since itâs hard to reconcile this Jimin with the domineering, cold man just moments ago. Also, youâve never done shoots that even came close to requiring such a protocol. âNo. I canât say Iâm very familiar with that.â
âJust touch my earlobe once if you need to slow down. Twice to stop completely.â He says as he begins to lead you to the bedroom. âIn my shoots, my girls have all the power. Just one word from them and everything stops. Iâm serious, ______.â
Thrown off by how seriously he takes all this, you take a seat on the foot of the bed first. Hearing him refer to you as âhis girlâ admittedly makes you a little giddy, and what makes it worse is when Jimin kneels down between your thighs with one hand stroking your knee, eyes fixed on you intently as he studies your expression. Youâd never expected this degree of attention and concern from your co-star, but it seems as if your pre-conceived notions about Park Jimin may have been wrong.
Youâre aware that every single pair of eyes in the room is on you, waiting for your signal to go ahead. Suddenly you donât feel like the no-name extra on set any more like youâre used to. Even the director himself looks concerned as he strides over to check if everything is alright, calling over a few scriptwriters too. Itâs clear that they are all waiting for your approval to go ahead, and you just barely hear Jiminâs voice when he checks in with you.
âHey, you okay? Get her some water,â he says to an assistant, but you wave her away.
âIâm fine, itâs fine,â you scramble to reassure everybody. âWe can continue, really. Iâm good.â
âYou sure?â Jimin confirms one last time, and you reply with a nod. Then, all the crew and the director return to their assigned spots, and you shift off the bed onto your knees to prepare for the next scene.
Jimin positions himself in front of you so that his crotch is directly at eye level, and you realise that heâs only half hard. It must have been all the delay in between scenes, but when you consider helping him out, Jimin looks down at you, and you can feel his eyes appraising every inch of your body.
âYou look so good down there on your knees. Can I?â Jimin palms himself with one hand and the other reaches down, gently cupping your breast when you nod.
The cameras arenât even rolling yet, and the director is busy checking some camera angle, so you whisper-hiss at Jimin, âwhat are you doing?â
âWhat does it look like?â He shrugs nonchalantly, rolling a nipple between his fingers and tugging at it, letting it go to watch how your breast bounces. âIâm getting myself hard. Usually Iâd sneak a pill right about now, but with you around I donât think I need it. Maybe youâre my Viagra.â
âGee, thanks, what an honour,â you grumble under your breath, but you canât really complain because his warm hands feel quite nice on your skin. The air conditioning is ramped up on set, so your skin feels a little chilly, but Jimin continues to massage and tweak your nipples, and you can feel yourself start to drip onto the floor, shifting from your position to rub your thighs together.
His knowing, cocky grin irks the shit out of you as he switches to the other breast, abandoning his grip on his dick to push both tits together as he admires your cleavage. âYâknow, I think Iâll write in some titty fucking in the next one. What do you think about that?â
âLetâs see if you even have that much dick first,â you quip back at him just as the director calls for everyone to be on standby.
âRolling for scene two, letâs go!â
Immediately Jiminâs face shuts down into a cold, sombre expression as he slaps your breasts hard. You feel the heavy weight of them swinging under his gaze as he buries one hand into the hair at the base of your neck as he tugs your head up to look at him.
âTake me out. No hands, use that filthy mouth of yours, whore,â Jiminâs voice is bone-chillingly sharp, and you rush to do as he says.
Undoing his dress pants and dragging down his zipper with your teeth is something youâre practically an expert at, having done it for practically every single shoot since you started porn. Itâs part of the niche that you carved for yourself as the innocent, angel incarnate. You can tell that Jimin is slightly surprised at how fast you are and how easily you drag his pants down to reveal his fully hard cock by the slight widening of his eyes before he covers it up by slapping his cock against your cheek, leaving a sticky trail of precum.
You can see the pleasure in his face when he drags his cock all over your face, ruining your makeup as he slaps his cock against your cheek several times. You open your mouth for him, showing him your tongue as Jimin buries his cock into your mouth at an angle, pushing against the side of your mouth and thrusting a few times so that your cheek protrudes obscenely. Then he lies his dick on the centre of your face so that your mouth touches his balls and his tip is leaking onto your forehead, precum dripping down your skin. This is ultimate degradation, your face is used as nothing but a bed for his cock.
âLick my balls like the cockslut you are. Donât miss a single inch, bitch.â
You comply and lave his balls with your tongue reverently, taking them into your mouth as Jimin spreads his thighs for the camera to get a good view. You take one of them into your mouth and suck on it, wishing you could play with the other one with your hands. He feels big in your mouth, heavy on your tongue as you roll him around, coating his balls in saliva. Jimin pulls your head away and pushes his cockhead against your lips, demanding you to open up for him.
You part your lips and he slides in almost immediately, sinking all the way into your throat without a warning. He may not be as big as some of your other co-stars youâve had before, but damn is he thick. Your eyes water immediately and you gag a little, to which Jimin grunts in approval as he strokes your cheek.
âChoking already? Shouldnât a whore like you do better than that? Show me how well you can suck dick, I know youâre better than this.â
You glance up to meet Jiminâs eyes directly- with the camera focusing on your face, Jimin lets his stone cold expression loosen a little as he raises an eyebrow- issuing you a direct challenge. Somehow the mischievous spark in his eyes motivates you to reduce him to nothing but a whining, moaning mess just with your mouth, so you force down your gag reflex and start sucking him as if your life depends on it.
Spit and saliva is everywhere- all over his dick, covering your chin, dripping down to your breasts- but you donât give in as you deepthroat him completely, swallowing a few times before pulling back and running your tongue along the veins of his cock. Jimin is so thick that your jaw actually starts to ache, but a tiny little flicker in his expression when you let his head touch the back of your throat spurs you on. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the directorâs approval, but all you can concentrate on is the sloppy sounds emanating from your own mouth, and Jiminâs dark, heady gaze trained on you as he supports your head with his hand, gathering your hair into a messy ponytail.
He is biting his lip hard, a surefire sign that youâre affecting him at least a little bit. Jimin, for his part, is doing his best to fuck your throat evenly and keep his expression unreadable, but when your throat closes and grips his dick, he has to pull you off his cock before he loses his load way too early.
Jimin can see the look of triumph on your face as you pant for air, lipstick smeared around your lips and mascara running down your cheeks. He grips his dick at the base hard, breathing heavily for a few moments to regain control before he bends down to grab you by the waist, tossing you onto the bed.
âArch for me,â Jimin whispers just under his breath, palm smoothing along the dip in your back. There is a grunt of approval when you push your ass out for his viewing pleasure. âI knew you were good with that mouth, but your punishment isnât over yet, baby.â
A visible shudder runs throughout your entire frame at the unexpected nickname, exacerbated by the way Jimin strokes the small of your back almost reverently. He spreads your ass cheeks apart to appraise your most intimate parts, and he chuckles when he sees your dripping pussy.
âSo hereâs whatâs going to happen next,â Jimin palms a handful of your ass as he strokes his dick with the other. âIâm going to spank this pretty ass, and youâre not allowed to make a single noise. If you do, there will be consequences.â
Your cheek against the mattress, ass up high for Jimin, you can feel yourself start to drip down your thigh. âWh-what consequences, Sir?â
Jimin makes no answer, but suddenly you feel the blunt head of his cock against your unlubed asshole, and you pretend to whine and wriggle away from his grasp.
âNo, Sir please, please not there,â you are struggling as Jimin grips your waist and pulls you against him just as the script calls for.
âIt starts now, slut. Every little noise you make means one inch in your tight ass.â Jimin pulls your cheeks apart to see the head of his cock pressed against your asshole, and he delivers a slap to your right cheek before he leans down so that his tongue traces your earlobe. âIâll go up to fifteen today, I think. And as much as Iâd like to tear that pretty ass open⊠Iâd advise you to keep quiet, dollface.â
Jimin has one hand on the base of his cock, the other alternating between your left and right cheeks, so that your skin burns a bright red with every strike. You can feel Jimin actually putting in his full effort with every slap, not the kind of half-hearted pretending that youâre used to with your co-stars. On his seventh slap you canât help but cry out into the sheets, the burn on your skin radiating right down to your clit, and Jimin clucks his tongue in disappointment.
âWe were so close tooâŠâ Jimin sighs as he taps his cock few times at your tight entrance, and you sob in response, clenching your muscles automatically. You can feel Jimin chuckle in amusement as he draws his cock away for a brief moment, and you hear him spit, before feeling a wet and warm substance drip down your asshole. He spreads it around a little with the head of his cock, and despite your scripted pleas and cries, Jimin pushes his cock into your barely lubed ass.
âHowâs that feel, slut?â He murmurs as he caresses your bright red and sore ass.
All you have is his saliva and precum lubing you up, but it doesnât hurt as much as you thought it would. You can feel Jiminâs tender touches on your waist as his way of checking in with you, and the minute action sets you at ease even though you canât see or touch him to activate your safeword.
âIt-it hurts, Sir,â your voice is a low sob as you bury your cheek into the soft bedding, amidst all your arousal, itâs a wonder how you can still remember your lines.
âThen youâll keep that slutty mouth of yours shut the next time,â Jimin responds with another strike, and this time he can feel the way your muscles clench around his cock, and he swears under his breath, grabbing a handful of your ass to keep him grounded. âFuck, I can feel your tight little ass around my cock. What a disgusting whore you are, so desperate to get fucked up the ass, hmm?â
Jimin spits again, and his saliva lands right on his cock buried in your ass. He withdraws the tip just a little to work his spit into your ass, as he delivers more spanks. You manage to bite back your cries until the twelfth strike, where you barely whimper against the sheets, but Jiminâs keen ears pick it up. His hips work to drive his cock another inch into your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so that the camera captures every sordid detail.
His cock isnât the biggest youâve ever taken, but having him slowly go deeper into your ass like this somehow makes it feel as if heâs stretching you out so good. Your muscles are trembling and you can barely remember to keep your back arched for the camera and Jimin, but if he feels this big in your ass only two inches in, how is he going to feel when heâs balls deep? You clench involuntarily around him on that thought, and a part of you is tempted to just fuck the script and make him bury himself inside your ass fully.
Jimin completes the fifteen slaps sooner than you would have liked, and he rewards you with a kiss between your shoulder blades as he smooths his hands over your ass, pulling his dick out slowly to watch your ass gape for him and the camera.
âFuck, thatâs so hot. Turn around and legs spread, whore, I want to fuck you now,â Jimin climbs onto the bed on his knees, hand on his cock guiding himself to your soaked entrance.
His hands grip the back of your knees, forcing your thighs apart for him as he sinks his cock into your pussy. The burn of his penetration nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head- the satisfying girth of him stretches you wide in ways that youâve never felt before. Jimin works his way deep into your pussy with small strokes, finally bottoming out with your legs on his shoulders and his balls against your ass.
âHow are you so fucking tight still? After fucking so many men,â Jimin grunts as he secures your thighs against his chest, leaning over your body and folding you in half. âHow many cocks have you had other than mine? Answer me!â
His mouth is against your neck, teeth sinking into your flesh as he marks you. Between his deep thrusts hitting your cervix and his hands around your neck, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin, itâs all you can do to summon your lines from the recesses of your memory. âJust o-one Sir, I swe-ar, please.â
âStupid fucking whore,â he growls as he slaps your cheek hard. âHow dare you fucking lie to me? Your slutty pussy needs to be stuffed with cock all the time, and you dare tell me you only fucked one other man? Iâll say it was at least five. Five cocks have been in this whore cunt. Tell me, did you make them take turns? Or did you get fucked by two dicks at once?â
âI di-didnât, please, Iâm sorry Sir,â your voice comes in sobs and whines. You scrabble for purchase against his still clothed torso, and you wish you could feel his heated skin under your fingers, mark him with your nails.
âDid you let them cum inside?â Jimin demands again, drawing back and pushing your thighs to your chest so that he can see his cock spreading your pussy lips apart, see your tiny little clit practically begging for attention. âTell me!â
âNo, I didnât,â you answer him immediately, and something about the possessiveness of his voice seems a little too real, the jealous glint in his eyes that fuels his anger sends a very real thrill that sings through your veins. All you can see is his dark eyes as he fucks into you with his cock, and it is a gaze that is all-consuming, a gaze that makes you forget about all the cameras and the crew, erases them from the background until it is just you and him alone.
âDoesnât matter, Iâll fuck all their cum out of you,â Jimin holds your legs apart as he drives himself deeper into your cunt, stopping when heâs balls deep. âNo one can ever fuck you as deep and hard as I can.â
The sounds of skin against skin resonates throughout the set, accompanied by your whines and sobs as Jimin sneaks a hand down to rub your clit even though it isnât in the script. Caught unaware by his sudden move, it sends you over the edge as you orgasm around him, walls clenching deliciously and body contorting under his grip, screaming his name. He fucks you through your orgasm without missing a beat, and you moan and thrash under his grip from overstimulation, but Jimin only grips your waist with both hands.
âTake it, fucking take my cock, you whore,â he demands as sweat drips down his forehead. âIâm gonna cum so deep inside your pussy, and youâre taking every drop. After that youâre going to walk out of here with cum dripping down your thighs so that everyone knows what a cum slut you are. My favourite little cumslut.â
His thrusts are getting harder and sloppier as a few assistants crowd around behind him, ready to deliver the fake cumshot, but Jimin waves them away impatiently. He can feel his balls churning with the biggest load of his life, and with the camera trained on your bouncing tits, he glances at the director to let him know heâs ready. With the directorâs go ahead, he skips to his final few lines just before he cums.
âYou ready for my cum, slut? Say it, I want to hear you beg me to cum inside you.â Jimin slaps your cheek once with measured strength. âFucking beg, or else Iâll finish all over your tits instead.â
âFuck, no please, donât cum on my tits,â your mouth is open, clinging on to Jiminâs shoulders as he fucks you into the bed, pounding your cunt with every last bit of strength he has. âIn my pussy, please cum in my pussy. I want it, so fucking bad, please sir!â
Jimin is apparently pleased with your begging, and he rewards you with a rare smile, stroking your cheek to soothe the stinging slap he gave you earlier. âGood girl⊠thatâs my cumslut.â
You glance down to where his cock is fucking in and out of your pussy, and Jimin focuses the rest of his attention to hitting you as deep as possible, throwing his head back and letting out a strangled moan as he cums deep inside you, filling you with warm, real cum for the first time in any of your shoots. The real stuff feels so good, so wet and messy, and Jiminâs cock twitching against your walls feels intimate as he thrusts to prolong his orgasm.
From your vantage point you have a front row seat to watch Park Jimin as he revels in his pleasure, and everything from his moans to the way he throws his head back is entirely intoxicating, and you find yourself squeezing your walls around him to prolong his pleasure.
âFuck, thatâs my whore,â he pants as he slowly comes back to his senses, allowing the camera to zoom in on your cunt as he slowly slips out of your used core.
Following the tradition of every one of his videos, Park Jimin gets on his elbows and spreads your pussy lips wide, showing off the globs of real cum that drip from your center as you squeeze your walls to make it even messier. He whispers praise against your skin as he dips two fingers into the unholy mess and coats your clit with it, rubbing you to a final orgasm that makes you whimper and moan, fingers clutching the sheets and hips bucking under his grasp.
âAnd thatâs a cut! Well done everyone!â The director interrupts with a gleeful clapping of his hands, but to your surprise, Jimin doesnât move from his position between your thighs, not even when his manager comes up behind him with his robe and a bottle of water.
He is still staring at his cum leaking in a steady stream from your pussy, running his fingers through it and playing with your folds with an intrigued look on his face. When you make a move to get up, he glances at you first, then at his manager.
âHyung, just give me a minute?â Jimin directs this at Sejin, and the older man looks a little confused, but nods and turns away. Around the two of you, all the crew is starting to dismantle the equipment and hurrying around, but Jimin remains focused on you. âCan I?â
âC-can you⊠what?â Now that the scene is over and the cameras are off, itâs as if the spell has been broken, you are once again self-conscious and all too aware of how vulnerable you seem to be around this man. When Jimin dips his eyes to your pussy and back up to your eyes, your heart nearly stops in your chest. He canât possibly be⊠why would he want toâŠ?
âCan I?â Jimin strokes his thumbs against your inner thighs softly, placing a gentle kiss on one side as he licks his lips. âPlease? I really want to.â
Breathless, you nod at him, afraid that one more word out of you will make Jimin realise exactly what heâs offering to do, and that heâll snap out of his lust induced haze. And then gone will be that genuine smile that lights up his entire face, only to be replaced by the condescending smirk that you know all too well.
Jimin starts with wet kisses on both inner thighs, kissing his way to your soaked lips as he begins to gently lick up his spilled cum, gathering it with his fingers to make sure he gets every last drop. This is the scene that youâd been waiting for all this time, clicked through nearly a hundred of his videos in vain. But nothing could compare to seeing it live and up close in person like this. Watching him eat you out when there are no cameras around is strangely intimate, whatâs even weirder is the way he maintains eye contact as he continues to suck at your clit, his own cum smeared around his lips as he eats your pussy as if itâs the best dessert in the world.
âDelicious,â he draws back and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand. âYour pussy tastes exactly like how I imagined it. Better with my cum too.â
You clear your throat, still a little sore from deepthroating him earlier as you awkwardly close your legs and scoot away from him, feeling a burning desire to get as far away from this damned man as you can before he sees right through you. âDo you do that with all your co-stars?â
âWould you be jealous if I did?â He shoots you a cocky little wink as he gets to his feet, reaching over to help you up from the bed with his hands around your waist, dipping down to inspect a few bruises on your neck with his fingers. His touches are so gentle and tender that they donât hurt at all, but you brush him away.
âJealous? Who? Me?â You laugh it off as Wendy hands you your robe and you snuggle into the warmth of it. As you hide your naked body from his view, your walls come back up, and the defensive mask slides back into place. âYou wish, Park. Although I might have to be a little concerned, since fake cum tastes like shit.â
âWell, I wouldnât know,â he shrugs. âI only eat the real stuff, and it wasnât bad, for a first taste.â
Jimin lets his eyes linger on yours for a few moments to allow his words sink in before he turns away to pull on a pair of grey sweatpants and perhaps review the footage a little. âRest well before next week.â
This is just ironic. Plain and simple, Park Jimin is trying to mess with you.
The second script is a cardinal sin. Thatâs all you can describe it as. Father Park Jimin with a Catholic schoolgirl confessing her sins in a confession booth.
You run your fingers through your hair in distress. Noting that the costume requirements are red plaid skirt and white shirt. As you read through the entire script, it is a short one, but still present are the elements of degradation and humiliation that require you to position yourself as subservient to the man who shattered your hopes and dreams all those years ago.
It must be a coincidence. Thereâs no way Park Jimin remembers exactly what he said to you all those years ago.
For you, it might have been a life or death experience that remains etched in your memory forever. But for him, it was just another day on another set humiliating some poor rookie.Â
Itâs fine. You did it once before and you survived. So whoâs to say you wonât survive this one either? You are stubborn and obstinate, you refuse to write that damn email to Jimin and tell him you canât do this. So you just have to pussy up and fucking commit to this, dammit. Just two more damn shoots.
You have to give it to him though, he is pretty creative as a scriptwriter himself. Or maybe these are just his lewd fantasises?Â
Thankfully thereâs nothing in this script that requires any preparation, other than learning your lines. Over the next few days as you go about your routine on none schedule days- working out at the gym, indulging in wine and movies, you canât help but keep the pit of nerves at bay in your stomach. Acknowledging them would give it too much power over you.
When shoot day comes, you nervously change into the outfit provided for you once you reach on set. Donning these clothes bring with them a hoard of heart pounding memories and associations, and itâs all that you can do not to throw up right then and there. You are unusually sweaty as you sit in the chair for hair and makeup.
âEverything okay?â Your makeup artist checks in with you as she powders your nose for the third time. âNervous?â
You pretend to laugh it off a little. âYeah, a bit.â
âFrom what I heard, you and Jimin killed it last shoot,â she grins at you as she replaces the cap on one of her lip glosses. âDonât need to sweat. Just keep doing whatever you did last time.â
You accept her encouragement with a strained smile even as you stare at yourself in the mirror. From your vantage point, it feels as if you have regressed to that shy, insecure girl from five years ago- you might as well be looking at her now. The same scared expression, except maybe the clothes are better fitting and youâve definitely grown into your body a little.
âReady?â The directorâs assistant pops her head in with a smile. âWeâre all set up and raring to go.â
Shakily, you get up from your chair and follow her with a wobble in your step and an uneven breath. The plaid skirt is tight around your waist and restricts your breathing a little, but you force it to the back of your mind as you see Jimin adjusting his robe. Today he has his hair in a deep side part off his forehead with circle glasses perched at the end of his nose. The rest of him is concealed in long priest robes, and when he spots you, his face lights up.
â______! What do you think of my outfit?â He flourishes his robes and raises his eyebrows. Typical of him to ask someone to tell him how good he looks. Park Jimin looks damn good alright, and he knows it, but itâs not enough unless someone compliments him.
âVery, um⊠sinful,â you offer him half-heartedly before turning away to let your stylist adjust your hair. You are not in the mood to jibe with him today, even less to stroke his ego.
âWhat did you think of the script? You didnât reply to my email, and I realised I donât have your phone number so I canât contact you except through your manager, soâŠâ Jimin frowns as he turns to face you. âIronic, isnât it?â
His comment catches you off guard. âWh-what do you mean?â
âMe. Committing a cardinal sin. Like I said all those years ago,â Jimin casually turns to face the set, fluffing his hair with a careless hand. âIâm really getting my just desserts, arenât I?â
A sharp intake of breath betrays your surprise, and you cross your arms tightly over your chest, wanting so badly to just disappear right at that moment. He remembers? He canât have. Why would someone like Park Jimin remember some fleeting comment he made about not wanting to fuck a rookie? Sure, it may have cut deep for you, but surely for him it canât have been that memorable. Is he doing all this just to mess with you? What could he possibly want?
â_____? Why arenât you saying anything?â Jiminâs expression turns sombre as the cocky look on his face disappears. âIs it the script? Is it too much? I can change it if you need me to-â
âIs this some kind of joke?â You accuse him, deciding to just strike first with aggression rather than risk being ridiculed in front of the entire crew later. âSome kind of sick little torture to recreate⊠this? For your own twisted pleasure?â
Faced with your overly defensive posture reminds him that heâs not dealing with that girl from five years ago anymore. You have changed, the years hardening you over and coating you in a hard little shell thatâs almost impossible to break through. Jimin almost wonders why you always immediately assume that everyone is out to belittle or hurt you, but then he realises with a guilty start that itâs partially his own fault.
Blame it all on the stupid arrogant jerk he was five years ago.
âNo, itâs not a joke, and neither is it some petty revenge,â Jimin says as calmly as he can. âI donât know if its sunken in by now, but I told you before that in my shoots, my girls have all the power. So yes, at surface level it may seem like Iâm dominating and humiliating you, but what the camera doesnât see is that you are the one who controls me. A single word from you and I stop.â
His breath is stuck somewhere in his chest. Never before has he felt so vulnerable in front of someone else. Not only do you seem to throw a wrench in the casual uninterested disposition heâs carved out for himself with it comes to his co-stars, thereâs something about the way you truly hold his heart in the palm of your hand, even if you donât know it yet.
Your eyes are brimming with disbelief, posture still defensive as the director calls for everyone to take their places. But you remain silent, thinking his words over as you heed the instructions given by the crew. Jimin follows you closely till you stop just outside the small wooden confession box.
His hands are slightly sweaty as he steps in front of you. Reaching out slowly, to gauge your reaction, Jimin gently places his hand on your chin to tilt your head up towards him. âIâve always been a believer in actions speaking louder than words. I know you still think of me as that arrogant small dicked jerk who canât think about anyone other than himself. But let me prove to you that Iâve changed. Thatâs why I wrote this scene. I want to show you that you are the one in control of me, not the other way around.â
Looking into your eyes, Jimin can see the residual fear and trauma leftover from that incident all those years ago. Silently he begs for a chance, knowing full well that you could just walk out right now and he canât do a damn thing. Just one chance for him to remedy his mistakes and prove to you that heâs a changed man.
âLetâs get this over with,â you say as you turn and step inside the box, and Jimin lets out a sigh of relief as a staff member ushers him into the other side.
Your knees are shaking slightly as you perch on the chair inside the confession box. Separating you and Jimin is a mesh screen that obscures most of his features, and on the table in front of you are a few props- some candles, a rosary and a fake Bible that looks almost real.
âScene one rolling in three, two, one⊠action!â
You pick up the rosary in front of you, feeling the beads with your fingers as you settle into your role, trying your best to drown out your obsessive thoughts and worries. The dark confession booth lends you some anonymity- youâre sure that the lighting has been purposely fixed so that the camera can only catch a glimpse of your silhouette.
âFather, forgive me, for I have sinned,â you recite your first line, clasping the rosary beads in your hands and bowing your head in repentance. âI have come here to confess, Father, to a terrible sin that has been occupying my mind and soul for the past few weeks.â
âPray, tell my child. What is bothering you?â Jiminâs low, soothing voice comes from the other side. âThe truth shall set you free.â
âIn school, I canât concentrate on the lessons, and in mass, my mind is always somewhere else⊠lately Iâve been feeling so restless, Father,â you sigh, resting your head in your hands. âMy thoughts havenât exactly been⊠pure.â
There is a brief noise from the other side, as if Jimin is shifting in his seat. âWhat kind of thoughts are you having? Child, if you do not come clean with me, I cannot cleanse you of your sins.â
You play it up for the camera as it focuses on your face, wearing an expression of conflict, embarrassment and distress all in one. This script that Jimin wrote really tests your acting abilities. âU-unholy ones, Father. They get worse at night, when itâs just me alone in my bed⊠I canât help it, it just gets so unbearableâŠâ
âChild, sins of the flesh are against the Holy Scripture,â Jimin clucks in disappointment, and you can feel his look of disapproval singe your skin directly, even though you canât even see his face. âWhat do you do in your bed when youâre all alone? Are you engaging with these unholy thoughts? Come clean with your Father if you want absolution.â
âIâŠâ you swallow hard in embarrassment, pressing your thighs tightly together as you tug your skirt down, playing the role of the innocent school girl. The skirt is barely long enough for you to sit on, so you can feel your ass, left bare by the thong youâre wearing underneath it, come into direct contact with the chair underneath you. âI⊠I touch myself, Father.â
Another sigh of disappointment from Jimin as you hear him flipping a few pages of the fake Bible. âYou have to be more specific, my child. Where do you touch yourself? Tell me, or else I cannot help you, and you shall be damned to Hell.â
âM-my⊠I touch myself⊠down there,â you whimper, feeling yourself dampen against your thong as you start to grind into the chair, thighs parting sinfully as the camera relocates itself to between your legs. You give it a few glimpses of your covered core as your hips rotate slowly. âPlease donât make me say any more, Father⊠itâs so sinful, so embarrassing, and IâŠâ
There is a slam on the other side as if Jimin has closed the Bible forcefully. âA sinful whore like you, embarrassed? I think not. Look at yourself. Confessing to your Father that you touch yourself, and you canât even bring yourself to say the word âpussyâ. You think youâre still an innocent little girl, but your actions tell me otherwise. Go on with your confession, slut. Weâre not done yet.â
You whimper as your thong is getting more and more soaked, and your breasts are heaving against your tight shirt. âI⊠I think about it at school too, Father. At mass. I sneak out in the middle to rub myself in the toilet, and then I⊠I come back to mass. Sweaty and my fingers still sticky.â
âIn school too?â Father Jiminâs voice is a low purr now that sends shockwaves all the way to your core, and you canât help but rub yourself against the chair, legs parting all the way. To a certain extent, the embarrassment on your cheeks is real, for Jimin has yet to touch you or even see you to get you this worked up, and even though you despise it, his degrading and humiliating words only serve to spur you on and add to your performance.
He surely knows how to bring out the best of you.
âWhat about boys?â Father Jimin suddenly demands. âDo you have a boyfriend? Do you let him touch your sweet little pussy? Put his fingers inside you at mass while you recite the Holy Scripture? Rub your pretty little clit until your sinful mouth cries out? I bet a little slut like you wants all the cock she can get. Tell me, do you lift your little plaid skirt for any boy who passes by?â
Hearing the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice only sends a fresh wave of arousal to soak your panties, and at this point youâre pretty sure that the chair is wet too.
âNo! No Father Jimin, no boys,â you beg and plead earnestly. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
Jimin makes a low groan in his throat, a noise that makes your nipples ache. âFuck, then youâre a tease. Nothing but a little cocktease. Look at you. Do you really think I donât know youâre rubbing your little pussy against the chair while you confess your sins?â
You gasp in shock as the script calls for, hips immediately stilling. âFather Jimin, please, I canât help myself.â
âIf I have any say in it, your sweet pussy will remain pure and untouched except by the Father himself,â Jimin groans lowly from the other side, and you can hear his slight panting. âTell me, my child. Do you want to receive forgiveness for your carnal sins?â
âYes,â you gasp immediately, feeling your hips jerk and your clit catch deliciously against the chair through your soaked underwear. âPlease, Father forgive me. For I have sinned.â
âAsk and you shall be rewarded, seek and you shall find,â Jimin says as he gets up from his chair. âBend over the table for me, sweet child.â
Raising yourself on shaky legs, you prop the upper half of your body on the table, back arched as the camera relocates behind you to give Jimin time to cross over from his side of the confession booth. You can feel your thigh high socks rub against each other as your thighs chafe in your impatience.
âLook how slutty you are in your school uniform⊠fuck, boys would be all over this ass in an instant,â Jimin gives you a harsh spank to your right cheek, and you gasp and writhe under him. âIn order for me to rid you of your sins, I have to thoroughly cleanse you here.â
His fingers massage your ass, splitting your cheeks open and revealing your most intimate places to him and the camera. Jimin runs his fingers along your inner thigh, just shy of your thigh high socks, up until he brushes against your swollen pussy lips. The crotch of your little white thong is soaked, and Jimin uses his fingers to push it into your pussy.
âThatâs it, sweet child⊠show Father Jimin all your sins,â he massages your panties deeper into your pussy with two fingers. âShow Father Jimin how sweet your pussy looks when its stuffed.â
âFather,â you whine low in your throat, wiggling your ass against his thighs. To which he responds with a sharp spank on your left cheek that smarts.
âOn your knees, harlot,â Father Jimin commands, pulling you off the table by your hair and taking a seat on your chair, spreading his legs. âI think you need a taste of the Holy Staff to cleanse that impure mouth of yours.â He parts his robes to reveal his dress pants, unzipping and revealing his cock, red and throbbing with precum already leaking out of it. âTime for Holy Communion, my sweet child. Open up wide and receive the gift of Christ.â
You feel the saltiness of his cock against your tongue as he slides in deep, spearing your throat open as he thrusts into your face. Jiminâs balls brush against your chin as you swallow him deep, tears springing to your eyes as he controls your movements with his hand buried in your hair. You are choking and gasping around his cock noisily, and Jimin just eats up every single sound as he continues to ravish your mouth mercilessly.
From his viewpoint, seeing you on your knees has Jimin confident enough that he can muster up two loads for this scene. He just wants to watch your mouth fill with his cum, watch you swallow every drop of his salty essence, and show him your empty mouth after that.
âSuck me, yes, good, just like that, harlot,â Jimin demands as he pushes you down on his cock. âSuck your Father and feel my cum fill your mouth. Swallow down my blessing, so that you may strive for the salvation and absolution that you so seek.â
He can feel you twitch in surprise at the sudden demand for you to swallow his cum, but you sink down on his cock readily, looking up at him with wide and innocent eyes that nearly makes him blow his load right then and there. He looks off to the side to the director to gain his approval before Jimin starts to thrust again, feeling his balls tighten. With a strangled groan, Jimin feels his cock swell in your perfect mouth between those red lips, and he unleashes a torrent of bitter, salty cum into your mouth, swearing as you suckle on his cock like an infant, coaxing every drop from him.
âSwallow every drop,â Jimin pulls away from your mouth, his spent length twitching. You flash him a naughty little smirk as you clean a drop of cum from your mouth salaciously, opening your mouth to show him the reservoir of cum inside before your throat swallows, and you show him your empty mouth.
âEnough, harlot,â he declares as he pulls you up. Jimin watches as you pant desperately for air, tear stained cheeks and precum staining your chin. âYou have dabbled in impure and unholy thoughts, my child. Sins of the flesh must be purified, for your body is a gift from God and not a receptacle for lust. Your body must be kept pure and untouched except for the man God intends you to marry and have babies with.â
Jimin leans back, thighs spread as his eyes linger over your thighs. âSweet child, have you followed the rules of the Catholic Church? Are you on birth control, or any form of contraception that isnât allowed by the Church?â
âN-no, Father,â you whimper. âMy body is pure and untouched, as nature intended it to be.â
A pleased yet somehow also wicked smile crosses his face, but vanishes just a second later. âGood, my child. Be seated on your Fatherâs lap.â
âAnd cut!â The director yells, and Jimin lets go of you immediately, his spent length limp against his inner thigh. You turn around to watch a stylist clean him up carefully, an odd sensation in your throat when you see how unbothered Jimin is as he lets random strangers touch his soft cock.
Jimin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, his thick, plush lips parted and looking like the devil himself as he gulps down some water that someone hands him, running his hand through his sweat soaked hair. Droplets of water travel down his neck as he drinks carelessly from the bottle, and you can feel your core pulse painfully. He catches you looking at him as an assistant sponges his soft cock, and he raises his eyebrows before glancing down at his crotch.
You step outside to have a few breaths of fresh air.
Jimin looks over at you as his stylist removes his circle glasses for a polish. âDoing okay? First half was intense.â
In your mindâs eye you have no doubt that you look wrecked beyond belief. Cheeks flushed with arousal, nipples hard and straining against your thin shirt- they didnât give you a bra today- and you try and tamp down your embarrassment, replacing it with professionalism instead as you give him a taciturn nod. âWas alright.â
Someone hands you a bottle of water and you gulp gratefully. You can feel the wet stickiness between your thighs start to drip, and hope to whatever deity residing above you that Jimin canât smell it.
âYou were doing great,â Jimin says unexpectedly, getting up and tucking himself back into his pants just for modestyâs sake, especially as he moves closer to you. âReally got me so fucking turned on without even seeing you.â With his nose and lips dangerously close to your neck, you can feel your heart pounding against your ribs. âNow I know why youâre so good at what you do. The innocent yet naughty thing really works for you.â Jimin gives you his greasy little smile that doesnât make you feel as disgusted as you thought you would be and is almost⊠endearing?
And as a scriptwriter he knew perfectly well what kind of role would suit you. You didnât see it before, but youâre able to show off your innocent charm in the best ways possible with this script, and Jimin as an actor complements you perfectly as well.Â
As much as you try to deny it- you have to admit that this man turns you on. Park Jimin has this intriguing charisma with his offscreen personality that draws you in. Although itâs a whiplash from his cold, domineering onscreen persona, you canât say that his dominance isnât equally arousing either- itâs all just so confusing. You never thought youâd enjoy letting the most hated man in your life dominate you, but here you are, getting wet after a few insults from him.
âCan I kiss you?â He says suddenly, and you realise heâs been staring at your lips for a while.Â
The question shocks you to your core, and you take a step back involuntarily but Jimin follows your body with his, his hand coming around your back, but not touching your skin. Around you, various crew are still running around changing the lighting and modifying the set and doing who knows what, so no one is paying any attention to the two of you. Jimin still holds your hand in his as he stands with his body mere inches away from yours. âJust once. Please.â
You realise youâve never kissed any of your co-stars before, much less outside of a scene. Jimin looks at you so earnestly that you almost canât recognise him as the man who so cruelly put you down all those years ago, nor can you reconcile it with your perception of him as a selfish, cold bastard. Your head dips ever so slightly, and Jimin grins as he leans in.
His lips are soft and pleasant against yours, a very relaxed kiss with him leading and his hand soft against your back. It seems to be over far too quickly though, for he pulls back with a genuine smile on his lips.
âIâve been wanting to do that since I saw you that day in the locker room,â he admits as he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that you recognise as embarrassment.
The great Park Jimin, embarrassed? You must be seeing things. He grins at your expression and boldly takes your hand in his, pulling you to feel his crotch where his cock is hard, again. In a mere span of minutes, just from kissing you alone.
Your cheeks heat up, whether in embarrassment, arousal, or flattery, you have no idea. But Park Jimin doesnât seem the least bit ashamed as he palms his cock with your hand over it, licking his sinful, thick lips as he admires the curve of your neck, the soft flesh that he wants to mark with his teeth.
âIt⊠it wasnât a bad kiss,â you begrudgingly allow him to grin at your half-hearted compliment. âNot the best, though.â
You feel Jimin chuckle briefly against your neck, his breath skimming your heated skin. âPlaying hard to get. I love it. Youâre better than Viagra for me, sweetheart.â
Before you can react to the tender nickname, the director calls for everyone to take their places, and you step away from him with your heart pounding, back into your side of the confession booth. Standing in front of the chair as per where you left off last time, you feel more than see Jimin follow you into your side now. His thighs brush against your ass as he sits down, getting his once again hard cock out of his pants before he places his hands on your waist. With your back to him itâs easier to calm your racing heart even as you prepare yourself for the next scene.
âItâs gonna get a little rough from here on, you know that right?â Jiminâs voice is a low murmur as you feel his hands on your waist soothingly. âJust remember you can tap out anytime. You have all the power.â
âOkay.â You turn your cheek to the side to get a glimpse of him smiling back at you. Once the director starts rolling, however, it disappears entirely into a cold mask again, and porn star actor Park Jimin is back.
You turn and step backwards, feeling his hands on your waist guiding you as you start to sit down. His cock brushes against your ass, and you whimper in fear as the script calls, struggling to stand up again.
âShhhh, my child, do not be afraid, for your Father is here,â Jimin whispers, pulling you firmly down and spreading your thighs for the camera. His sticky cockhead brushes against your inner thighs, and you fight against his strength as Jimin seeks to impale your tiny virgin hole with his cock. âMy beautiful child, cursed and sinful harlot, are you ready to receive your anointing? Are you ready for the Holy Spirit to enter your impure body and cleanse you from the inside out?â
Your pussy is still wet and dripping despite the cut, and you can almost feel Jimin smirk as he takes in the implications of this.
âYes, Father Jimin please⊠please enter me,â your legs are trembling as Jimin slowly lowers you onto his cock, and the head of him breaches your entrance.
âLower yourself fully, my child, and accept your position at the Lordâs feet where you belong,â Father Jimin pulls you to sit fully upon him, cock now buried deep in your supposedly virgin pussy as you cry out. He bends to gather your thighs in his grip, fully opening your legs and exposing your stuffed cunt to the camera, bidding you to rest your full weight upon him. âRecite your rosary, sweet child, and rejoice in your blessing.â
And then he begins to fuck up into your cunt with measured strokes, reciting a prayer under his breath as he does so. His hands grip your thighs apart and his thrusts are harsh, punishing against you as his cock bottoms out all the way to your womb.
âFuck, this sweet pussy, meant to be used for your Fatherâs pleasure, meant to worship your Fatherâs cock with reverence,â Father Jimin pants as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy. âYou wonât let any other boy touch it, will you my sweet? Only Father Jimin.â
âO-only Father Jimin,â you repeat after him as he fondles your clit with his expert fingers that makes you wail and thrash on top of him, the camera zooming in to capture your expression as your orgasm around him, switching to your pussy to focus on how it grips him like perfect velvet.
His thrusts are speeding up and getting sloppy now- you recognise the cadence of it as he races for his climax.
âAre you ready to receive your blessing, harlot?â Father Jimin growls as he tightens a hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. âF-fuck, forgive me, God!â He groans loudly as his hips thrust a few more times and he is spilling into your depths, filling you up with his second load of the day, covering your cervix with his thick, warm anointment and blessing.
You can do nothing but writhe on his cock as your walls clench around him, feeling your womb swell with his gifts. He is still twitching and spurting inside you; it feels strangely intimate for him to hold you as he comes down from his high. Whether itâs because Park Jimin is the first man to ever cum inside you bare like this, or if itâs because of something else, youâll never know. The camera focuses on his rapidly softening cock as it slips from your pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs.
Jiminâs fingers skim down your body to play with the remnants of his offering left at your altar, and his other hand is over your lower belly suggestively. His fingers slide over your dripping slit, gathering up some of his cum mixed with your arousal as he brings it up to your clit, rubbing and pinching as you continue to leak his cum all over his softening cock that is resting against your inner thigh.
With a cry, you cum again, swollen cunt clenching around nothing and oozing more of his cum out. Jimin soothes you with a few kisses to your neck that feels oddly intimate, and are definitely not in the script as you come down from your high.Â
His lips are poised close to your ear as he delivers the final lines of the scene. âMy sweet child, I have a feeling youâll be back here with another confession in 9 months. May your time away from me bear fruit.â
âCUT! Brilliant, amazing, I was blown away!â The director claps his hands as you sag against Jimin, thighs slipping off his frame. âSomeone help them clean up, and itâs a wrap! Thank you!â
Jimin situates you more firmly on his lap so that you wonât fall off, carefully helping you stand up as his cum leaks from your centre. An assistant hands you a wet tissue and you take a few steps away from Jimin so you can clean yourself up, but he follows you, snatching the wet tissue from you and cleaning your inner thighs himself.
âJimin, stop, I can do it myself,â you start to protest, but it seems like nothing can stand in the way of Jiminâs obsession with his cum on you. He purposely catches a glob of it on his finger and brings it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licks his finger sinfully.
âAny chance of doing a sequel with that?â Jimin grins perversely, pushing himself to stand as he hands the used wipe to an assistant. âThe title can be, âBlessed with my Fatherâs Babyâ. What do you think?â
âIâm not doing a pregnancy porn shoot with you, Park,â you roll your eyes and put on the robe your manager hands you. âIf thatâs the last script, consider me out. Iâm breaking the contract.â
Even as you walk out with Jiminâs amused gaze still on your back, a thought occurs to you that this shoot wasnât as bad as you thought it would be. There was no signs of the panic attacks, traumatic memories and actual, real humiliation even though you spent most of the scene grovelling at Park Jiminâs feet, sucking his cock and being used thoroughly by him. In fact, as you walk away from the man himself, you start to realise that maybe he is right about this whole domination businessâyou had the upper hand all along.
The last scene is so unlike the previous two that you have to pause and make sure that the sender of the email is Park Jimin. After you confirmed it three times, you click back to the pdf file and read it through again, just to make sure youâre not seeing things.
A newly-wed couple on their wedding night, consummating their marriage for the first time.
You swallow hard, noting that there isnât any of the dominance and humiliation that Jimin usually has in his scripts. Instead, it seems to require intimacy and chemistry between the two actors, seeing as there are barely any lines for you to memorise. All heâs given you is a brief premise and description of positions from start to finish, and at the end he put a directorâs note that all of this is to be very loosely followed.
The premise of the script remains in your mind even as you go through your workouts at the gym. Sweat drips down your face as you increase the speed on the treadmill, wishing that life was as easy as just running away from all your problems like this.
Can you even act that well? Jimin seems to have too much faith in your acting skills, though you know that he probably has no problem mustering up the appropriate emotions for this scene. But you on the other hand⊠your feelings towards Jimin have been getting more and more confusing. If this goes on any longer, itâll be hard for you to draw a firm line between the two of you, much less keep on convincing yourself that he is the selfish, proud and egotistical bastard you always thought he was.
Why does he have to write such a corny and awful script? This will really put your acting skills to the test. You swear at him under your breath as you punch the stop button on the treadmill, grabbing your towel and stepping off. Taking a swig of your water, you continue to curse his obnoxiously handsome face as you walk to the locker roomâ
âDid you just say my name?â A familiar voice startles you and you nearly drop your phone as you turn around.
Jimin has his silver hair slightly matted and damp, sticking to his forehead. Heâs obviously here for a workout, dressed in a thin white shirt that is see through with his sweat, and some workout shorts that show off the thickness of his thighs. Youâve never seen him in anything but a suit or perfectly pressed dress pants, and you canât help but let your eyes wander over how built his physique is. Slim, yet wiry, he is the epitome of sleek, elegant power as he pushes his sweaty hair off his forehead, giving you a glimpse of his firm biceps as he does so.
âWh-when did you start coming to this gym?â You avert your gaze by taking a gulp of water.
âSince I heard you went here,â he grins shamelessly, stopping at the water cooler for a refill.
This is the first time youâve interacted with him outside of a porn shoot, and even though youâve practically seen his dick, had it inside you, done all sorts of sordid things with himâ you feel awkward around him, especially when you think about the shoot youâll have to do with him soon.
âIâll um⊠see you tomorrow then. Ha-have a good workout,â you mumble under your breath, making a wide berth around him to head for the lockers and showers. The stutter in your voice makes you cringe.
âHeyâ you didnât get back to me about the script. Is it okay?â Jimin turns off the tap at the water cooler and follows you for a few steps.
You turn back to him and study his face carefully. He doesnât seem to be teasing you or making fun of you, in fact he is completely serious. Should you be honest and tell him what youâre really worried about, or should you beat around the bush?
â⊠itâs a different script. Different from what you usually do,â you finally say.
Jimin shrugs, unperturbed. âDifferent, yes. But different is good, and I wanted to try something new since⊠since itâs with you. I thought since our last two shoots were more of my style, we could incorporate yours for the final one. So that thereâs some kind of balance. Is there a problem? Or did you change your mind about that pregnancy shoot?â
His little teasing voice makes your cheeks heat up involuntarily. You are irritated with yourself, at how you always seem to be at a loss for words around him, at how he always affects you just so.
âItâs just⊠itâs very brief. Iâm not sure I know how you want it to go.â You fret with your hands a little, avoiding eye contact with Jimin. âIf there were more lines, more stage directions, more things like that. Iâd feel more confident about doing it with you.â
âAh, itâs about that,â Jimin makes a humming noise in his throat as he considers your words. âI purposely didnât include many scripted lines because I thought it wouldnât fit with how I envisioned this entire scene to go. In my mind I saw two lovers, passionate yet innocent, celebrating their love for the first time. Lines would make everything kind of awkward and artificial, donât you think? We should let it flow naturally. Get into the mood and character with each other.â
While Jimin is speaking, you can sense that he really does have a passion for acting, and not just the scripted trash that porn actors usually dole out. Youâve witnessed his genuine talent when it comes to immersing himself in a scene, admired him for how he seems to have two sides to his personality, and how he can switch between his on and off screen persona so fluidly.
âI definitely wonât have a problem getting into character. I could help you if you need me to⊠but somehow I feel like you donât.â His voice is a low baritone against the shell of your ear, and his words are suggestive. Jimin smiles confidently as he steps closer to you. âAt least, I hope by now you donât think Iâm still that stuck up jerk.â
Jiminâs eyes are fixated on your forehead, and heâs so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. He reaches up to wipe a drop of sweat from your forehead, and then his thumb brushes against your cheek. âIf you need more stage directions⊠then let me just say I think weâll be doing a lot of kissing. A lot.â
He lets his hand drop as he meets your eyes again, waiting for your response as a he grins at you. Jimin drops his eyes to your lips as his tongue dips out to caress his own plush ones. You think back to the last time he kissed you in between scenes, and you can feel your traitorous heart skip a beat in your chest. It flusters you so much that you can only step away from him and throw a hasty goodbye over your shoulder as you flee.
âLast shoot of the contract!â Wendy sings as she brings you your iced coffee. âAre you relieved?â
The useless script sits in front of you as you take a sip from your drink absently. âWhy would I be relieved?â
âYou get paid after this, and theyâll be releasing the first film shortly after. And I thought you hated Park Jimin, so isnât it a relief that you wonât have to work with him anymore?â
You consider her words carefully as a few stylists adjust your outfit, hair and makeup. Today you are wearing all white, a lace bralette that skims your waist and accentuates your breasts, along with a pair of matching panties and a garter set. Over it all you have a sheer lace cardigan that drapes over your shoulders. âI donât exactly⊠hate him, I guess. He isnât as bad as I thought he was.â
You set aside the script and take a few sips of your drink before handing it to Wendy, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you follow the assistant directorâs cue to get ready on set. As usual, Jimin is already on set and mixing with the crew, but when he sees you, he comes over straightaway.
His eyes are taking you in from head to toe, and for once itâs his turn to be speechless. This is exactly what he fell for the moment Sejin hyung showed him your picture, an angel draped in white. For a moment Jimin actually lets himself believe that all of this is real, that you and him are actually newly-weds waiting to consummate your marriage... all for the sake of helping him get into character, of course. Not for anything else.
âYou look beautiful,â he says honestly, nervously putting his hands in his pockets to keep him from running them through his hair and ruining his stylistâs hard work. âIâm a lucky man.â
Jimin is talking as if all of this is real, and it sets you on edge. This is dangerous. You should never have agreed to doing this script in the first place. Out of all the shoots youâve done with him, you feel as if this is the most nerve wracking and outside your comfort zone youâve ever been.
Itâs all for the shoot, you remind yourself, forcing yourself to put aside your feelings and remain professional. All for the shoot, and nothing else. Since Jimin has a distinction between his on screen and off screen persona, you should have one too.
âEveryone on set, and initial positions please!â The director calls, and Jimin takes your hand in his, leading you to the door frame of the bedroom set they have today.
He pulls you in closer to him, arms around your waist so that your body is touching his intimately. Abruptly his legs give out and you fall into his lap, his arms around your waist and chest to chest with Park Jimin as he grins insufferably.Â
You make a sound of protest even as you try to get off his lap- this position is far too intimate, you can feel the heat of his thighs against your core- but Jimin halts your movements with a pout. He nestles you comfortably straddling his hips, eyes glittering as he grins at you.Â
âJimin, filming hasnât started yet-â
âI know, I know, get into the mood with me? Câmon, I promise itâll help. Weâre supposed to be married, you know.â He plays with a strand of your hair in his fingers, tucking it behind your ear.Â
Reluctantly, you start to relax in his lap as you wait for the crew to get ready. Being on his lap like this isnât all that bad. It isnât awkward like you thought it would be. Jimin is holding your waist and humming in his throat as he leans in to smell your hair, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. Each and every one of his actions is so natural and thoughtless that if you let yourself go for one moment- you could almost believe this is real and not reel.Â
The thin layers of your lingerie do nothing to obscure how warm and firm he feels, and you can see Jimin admiring every inch of your body with unabashed hunger in his eyes, and another emotion that you canât quite identify. Being this close to him has your heart rate and temperature sky rocketing, and you can feel him rapidly growing hard against your stomach. Jiminâs eyes are soft as he leans in to kiss you even before the director says anything else.
Surprisingly, the kiss settles your nerves rather than worsens them, and you feel yourself relaxing into his touch, closing your eyes and forgetting about everyone else other than the man kissing you right now. Jimin is soft and gentle with his touches, even more tender with his kisses today, and your head lolls to the side to give him more access when he starts to kiss down your neck, sucking along your collarbone and pushing your lace cardigan off your shoulder.
Belatedly you realise that filming must have already startedâ but then why didnât you hear the directorâs voiceâŠ? Jimin brings your attention back to him with his wet tongue on your chest, licking and suckling bruises into your skin.
âCanât fucking believe youâre all mine,â he moans into your skin, sinking his teeth into the lace and pulling it away from your breast, only to let it snap back into place. âAfter all these years of running from me, finally, youâre here.â
A jolt runs through your frame as you take in his words; they sound way too specific to your situation. To hide your shock, you moan his name and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
âJimin, Iââ
âI love you, so much,â Jimin interrupts you as he starts to undo your bra, his eyes bright and lips swollen. To you he looks exactly the same as five minutes ago, you really canât tell if heâs acting or not. He didnât But he must be actingâ this is a scene, and thereâs no way heâs actually in love with you⊠right?
âI love you too,â you whisper back as your breasts are bared to the camera and to Jiminâs reverent gaze. He takes them in his hands, one nipple in his mouth as he sucks on it, occasionally flicking it with his tongue.
âOn the bed, baby. Let me love you like you deserve tonight.â Jimin helps you to lie down on the white canopy bed, and the camera shifts to take in an overhead shot of you on your back as Jimin positions himself between your legs.
From anyone else those lines would have sounded cheesy. Heck, if you knew they were scripted, you would have been struggling not to cringe right then and there. But somehow, knowing that Park Jimin is just throwing himself fully into his character, that heâs fully present with you in this scene makes it hyper realistic, such that if not for the cameras around you, youâd have trouble differentiating between real and reel.
Jimin starts from your bare breasts, kissing his way down your stomach till he reaches the tops of your thighs. This is a Jimin youâve never seen before. He is soft, loving and looks as if he is content to spend the rest of his life between your thighs worshipping you.
âWet already? And I havenât even done much yet,â he smirks as he notices the wet spot on your panties, rubbing his thumb into it so that you can feel your own stickiness on your skin. The camera zooms in to capture the evidence of your arousal, and Jimin slowly starts to peel your panties off, his other hand on your inner thigh, spreading your legs for him as he sucks another bruise into your skin. âGonna mark you and make you nice and pretty for me, hmmm?â
He spreads you with his thick fingers, examining your most intimate places with a reverent gaze that makes your cheeks heat up. Jimin glances at your reaction with a tiny little chuckle at how cute you are, then he teases you with little licks at your clit that have you mewling and whining under his touch.
âYou just need your pussy to be eaten out real good, right baby? No one eats this pussy better than me. Tell me.â Jimin pauses with his lips shining from your arousal.
Being far too used to the dominant side of him, seeing needy little Jimin who aches for your praise nearly makes you cum all over his tongue right away.
âJ-Jimin, youâre the only man who can eat me so good,â you weave your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as you beg for his tongue once more. âPlease baby, I- I want to cum. Want your cock now.â
âBegging already?â He grins as he buries his face into your pussy, lewd little sucking sounds emanating as he tastes you from the inside out, tongue delving deep into your folds and spreading you apart for him. âMy greedy girl. Youâre so sweet, look at this pussy. Dripping so much, and itâs all for me. Can you cum like this for me first?â
Your hips are starting to arch off the bed with every lick and suck he gives you. Park Jimin truly is number one at pussy eating, and to have him praising you like this, calling you his while in between your thighs elicits a flutter in your stomach, a racing of your heart that you canât seem to control. Jimin allows your hips to move freely, grinding into his face as you ride his tongue to your orgasm, thighs trembling and his name spilling from your lips as he licks every inch of your pussy.
âJimin.â You whine needily and stretch out your arms for him, and Jimin chuckles as he crawls up the bed to meet your lips with his. You can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesnât throw you off in the least as your tongues clash and moans spill from the both of you.
âTell me I did well. Tell me how good I made you feel,â Jimin whispers against your neck.Â
Your legs come up to circle his waist, cradling him intimately into your centre, and you can feel his hard cock rub against you. âSo, so good, you made me feel so good baby,â your chest heaves as your arch your body into his. âThe only man who can make me feel like that.âÂ
Jimin shifts back onto his knees to admire how fucked out you already look, hair spilling over the pillow and cheeks all flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. He places his hands behind your knees, pushing your thighs back to your chest to further expose your swollen pussy lips and your dripping center to him.
âFuck, you look so fucking pretty like this,â Jimin caresses the lace garter on your thighs. âAll spread out and dripping for me. Say what you want and Iâll give it to you, princess.â
His thumb caresses your clit lightly, and your thighs twitch, a whine spilling from your lips. âYour cock. I want your cock. Fuck me, please.â
âSuch a sweet but dirty little mouth,â Jimin grins, satisfied as he reaches down to kiss you again, one hand on his cock and brushing his head against your lips. You can feel his sticky precum spread all over you as he thrusts forward with his fluid hips.
The first stretch of his cock makes you arch your back, and Jimin presses your thighs to your chest further, feeling you tighten around him. He continues to work his cock into your soaked depths, praising you for how tight and good you feel around him as he finally bottoms out. His lips are brushing against your collarbone as his cock grinds against your cervix, but the pain is a welcome one.
You brush a few strands of sweat soaked hair out of his eyes, watching his expression as he closes his eyes and withdraws from your clenching pussy. Today Jimin seems to be closer to the edge than usual even though you didnât even suck him off, and he seems to be trying his best not to blow his load right now as he delivers hard thrusts into your pussy. He flashes you a shy little grin that makes your stomach flip as your eyes meet, and as you purse your lips to give him a tiny little kiss at the corner of his mouth, thatâs when you realise itâ you are actually in love with Park Jimin.
Somehow, somewhere along the lines, you stopped acting. Maybe it was never an act all along. But what about Jimin?
âSo tight, so pretty, so wet for me,â Jimin grunts into your neck as his hips speed up, cock battering your pussy as you feel yourself dripping all around him, wetness coating his balls and his base. âI canât wait to start a family with you. Like this. Just the two of us.â
The talk of starting a family once again reminds you that this is a shoot where youâre supposed to be newlyweds.
âGive it to me,â you stroke his cheek with your thumb, smiling up at him gently as he presses your thighs to your chest, grunting with the effort of fucking into you with his cock. âWant your baby.â
As you lock eyes with him, you realise that Jimin isnât acting either. Unlike the previous shoots where the transition from his offscreen to onscreen persona was painfully obvious, this time Jiminâs face isnât the cold mask he puts on during shoots. Park Jimin wears all his emotions on his faceâ and all this while you thought he was a heartless, cold bastard.
Then, it becomes painfully clear to you why he didnât write any lines for the two of you, simply because they arenât needed. This intimate gaze between the two of you says it all, and it conveys more than what a few lines ever could. You raise your head to meet his lips again, and the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy slowly, his lips against yours and his tongue licking your bottom lip tenderly makes you feel as if you are really lovers.
âI canât hold it much longer,â Jimin admits, pushing himself onto his knees and letting your legs stretch out to rest on his shoulders. From this here he can see every inch of your beautiful body, breasts bouncing with every thrust of his, and the way your pussy takes his cock so well.
âCum for me?â You reach down to brush your fingers across his firm abdomen, walls starting to clench around his cock as Jimin circles his thumb around your clit. âPlease?â
At the sound of your sweet begging, Jimin decides to throw all caution to the wind and chase his orgasm just how heâs dying toâ pounding into your wet cunt with his cock and feeling you clench around him; your little whines and moans egging him on. A few more thrusts inside your warmth and he buries himself as deep as he can go, throwing his head back and exposing his pretty throat as he cums inside you.
The warmth of his cum seeps into your pussy as he fills you up to the brim, even more than heâs ever cum before. Even after heâs done spurting into your depths, Jimin continues to thrust lazily, fucking his cum deeper into you and chasing your lips with his. When his cock has softened too much for him to keep going, he pulls out and positions himself in between your thighs.
âYou didnât cum yet did you baby?â
âN-no, not yet, oh! Jimin, what are youââ Even though this isnât the first Jimin eats his cum from your used pussy, it never fails to bring a blush onto your cheeks, watching him slurp and kiss your lower lips messily with his semen all over his chin.
But he licks it all up like itâs the rarest delicacy in the entire world.
Youâre so absorbed by his endearing little grin as he licks his plush lips that you almost donât hear the director call cut.
âPark, _____, this may be your best work yet!â He is starstruck, eyes shining with admiration as he clasps his hands to his chest. âI could really feel all the emotion, for a moment I really believed that you were lovers! Well done, both of you. Itâd be my pleasure to work with you again!â
You call out a thanks to the director as you start to get up from the bed, closing your thighs. But Jimin has his arms around your waist and stops you from getting up, pulling you closer into his side. Now, you feel as if itâs time to address the elephant in the room. There was a definite chemistry sparking in between the two of you just now, youâd be a fool to deny it.
âJiminâŠâ
âShhh, just a while more. Iâm tired.â Jimin whines, pressing a kiss to your lips to quiet you, and his casual yet intimate gesture despite the cameras being off only makes you melt even more. There is a comfortable silence between you for a moment.
âYou werenât acting just now, were you?â You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he grins shamelessly. âYou wrote this last scene on purpose. Trying something new my ass.â
âAm I that obvious?â Jiminâs eyes light up with mischief. âBut it wasnât to annoy you this time. I just knew youâd fall in love with me once I made love to you.â
You place a hand on his chest and push him away slightly. âExcuse me? In love? Getting cocky now arenât we, Mr Park?âÂ
Jimin doesnât deny it as he buries his face into your neck, giggling. âStop or Iâll get hard again.âÂ
âYou get hard by hearing me call you Mr Park?âÂ
âCan we role-play Fifty Shades next?â Jimin asks. âI think I have a kink for Mr Park. I always wanted to be a rich CEO. Can I gag you with my tie?âÂ
âYou kinky bastard,â you mutter under your breath even as a smile tugs at your lips. âBut wait. Our contract is over.â
Jimin hums in thought as he kisses your shoulder. âI thought we could enter a different contract this time.â
âDifferent? Like how?â
âA more personal one, with no scripts involved. Still exclusive, though,â Jimin is grinning, the sneaky little punk.
âOh really? What exactly does this contract entail?â
Jimin pretends to think for a while before he answers. âRoleplaying Fifty Shades with me, for one. I was thinking we could do a professor student one too. Oh and also, a nursemaid one. And last but not least... go on a date with me.â
Heâs so sneaky that it makes you laugh. âSigned, sealed and delivered. But just so you know, Iâm fucking your ass this time.â Â
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