#best lover

The bed Jimin is sitting on has sheets silkier than anything he has ever felt. The smooth, white fabric shimmers when Jimin runs his palm against it back and forth.

He’s nervous.

His knees sink into the mattress, feet tucked under his butt to make himself smaller. All he’s wearing is a pair of tight, black boxer briefs — Calvin Klein, a pair he was gifted by the Euphoria Studios producer who hired him.

When the bedroom door opens, Jimin quickly brings his hands to rest on the tops of his thighs and holds his breath as a man crosses the room. The man’s name is Yoongi, if Jimin remembers correctly. He seems nice, with a gummy smile, nothing like the type of person Jimin would assume is a cinematographer for a pornography studio. Then again, Jimin supposes people wouldn't necessarily assume that he is the type of person to work at a pornography studio. His day job is data analysis for a tech company, the least sexy occupation.

“Hi again!” Yoongi smiles at Jimin before turning to set the camera up on a tripod near the bed. “Sorry, it’s taking longer than expected. Taehyung is running a bit late.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. He’s merely a rookie and in no position to judge the star of the show. He doesn’t even know why the producers paired him with their highest-ranking pornstar.

“Would you like water or anything?” Yoongi leans against the foot of the bed once the camera is in place. Multiple cameras surround the bed, but their primary focus will be the one Yoongi sets up near the foot of the bed.

“No, thank you,” Jimin says, clearing his throat when his voice cracks, “I’m alright.”

“Nervous?”

Yoongi seems genuine when he asks. Something about his warm demeanor makes Jimin comfortable enough to admit, “A little bit.”

With a hum and a nod of understanding, Yoongi perches on the edge of the bed and smiles softly.

“Did they explain the moderating process?” Yoongi asks, and Jimin shakes his head. “I’m going to be in another room to monitor the livestream with two other employees. We’ll make sure there’s nothing inappropriate in the chat and that the camera angles look good, or I’ll come in to adjust them. I’ll do my best not to interrupt the scene.”

Yoongi's smile turns a little teasing, just enough to make Jimin smile, too.

“Is there usually anything bad?”

“Not really,” Yoongi shrugs, “These sessions are typically well-received. People love the authenticity of a ‘regular person’ doing a scene with a professional, especially when it’s live and unedited. We’re expecting a massive turnout since this is the first livestream Taehyung has ever done.”

Jimin ponders this new information once Yoongi excuses himself, exiting through the bedroom door and into the office where the computers are set up. The house the company rented for the shoot is cute, sleek, and minimalistic, with white walls, leather furniture, and a pool in the back. Although Jimin is definitely out of his element, having never done real porn or worked with another person on adult content before, at least he has camming experience in his back pocket — an experience that Taehyung doesn’t have.

It’s barely any advantage, but it’s all Jimin has, so he’ll take it.

After about fifteen minutes, Jimin is startled once again by Yoongi entering the bedroom, this time with another man behind him.

“Alright, let’s get introductions out of the way?” Yoongi motions for Jimin to stand.

Jimin does so slowly, crawling off the bed and hating how ridiculous he probably looks in front of who is honestly the most attractive person he has ever seen in his life.

“Park Jimin, this is your co-star for the day, Kim Taehyung.”

There are a few reasons why Jimin has never done porn, but the most significant is because he’s picky. Far too many men in the porn industry are so… mid at best. Of course, everyone has their own preferences, and everyone is the ideal type for someone, but Jimin rarely watches porn and thinks, ah, yes, let me get pummeled into by a sweaty, fifty-year-old man with more hair on his tits than on his head, and a stick dick.

(Is Jimin shallow? Perhaps. Sue him.)

Kim Taehyung, though… There’s a reason why he’s one of the highest-ranking pornstars globally. Not only is Taehyung physically attractive, with an athletic build and massive cock, and piercing eyes that could make anyone’s dick twitch from watching one of his many facial cumshot POVs, but he seems really nice from what Jimin has read of him online. Even Taehyung’s social media accounts, other than porn websites, are wholesome, with not a suggestive photo in sight on either his Instagram or Twitter. His Instagram may as well be a gallery of puppy photos.

As a versatile switch, Taehyung is a unicorn of sorts in an industry full of the stereotypical binary: submissive bottoms and dominant tops. After Euphoria Studios contacted Jimin about their livestream series and mentioned that he would likely do a session with Taehyung, known as “V” in the industry, Jimin may have spent some time studying up on his future co-star. Jimin had watched Taehyung's videos before receiving an offer from Euphoria Studios. Everyone has watched Taehyung's videos.

If Jimin had actually watched Taehyung’s videos as research, he would’ve appreciated how secure Taehyung seems to be in himself and how effortless he is at making his partners comfortable and satiated. Of course, watching a video of Taehyung without getting distracted is difficult. Jimin would never admit it, but all his time “researching” usually ended with hot, shaky orgasms.

“Thank you for letting me be here, Taehyung-ssi.” Jimin dips his head in a rushed bow and holds it long enough for Taehyung to make a tutting sound.

“Ah, none of that,” Taehyung says with a smile. He curls his fingers against the underside of Jimin’s chin to gently lift his face. “We were both invited to be here on equal footing. And don’t bother being formal with me, Jimin-ah. I’d rather you not speak to me like I'm an ahjussi while I fuck you."

Taehyung’s words are a stark reminder that Jimin is standing in his underwear in the bedroom of a posh rental house while a literal pornstar eyes him up and down. Taehyung has won awards for how well he fucks.

What is Jimin doing here??

“He’s right,” Yoongi nods as he readjusts the side camera, “You were picked based on compatibility.”

In addition to submitting his STI testing results and employment paperwork to the studio, Jimin also had to submit a short introduction video to help the producers pair him with one of their pornstars. Jimin had been so nervous that he’d had to redo it six times before he was comfortable with his final submission. It’s both reassuring and terrifying that Taehyung watched it and specifically picked him.

“Anyway, are you both ready? I’ll let Hob-ah know to start the live, and we can do a little intro before I duck out,” Yoongi explains while he taps away at his phone, presumably to text his coworker.

Taehyung looks to Jimin, and Jimin does his best to look into his eyes. Even though Taehyung’s eyes are dark and intimidating, Jimin is less scared to stare into them than he is to look at the rest of Taehyung’s body. Taehyung is in a simple black t-shirt and white Calvin Klein briefs that match Jimin’s, though the white fabric does nothing to disguise the bulge in them. The bulge is what Jimin is forcing himself not to look at. He absolutely cannot look.

Biting at the silver hoop pierced in the middle of his bottom lip, Jimin lets his eyes fall south, just for a second. It’s so quick, a little blip in time. Fast enough to get confirmation that Taehyung may still be soft, but he’s big, not that Jimin didn’t already know that. It’s different in real life, though.

When Jimin locks eyes with Taehyung again, he notices the slight smirk that makes the corners of his mouth quirk.

Fuck.

“That piercing suits you,” Taehyung muses. It’s almost absent-minded how he presses his thumb to Jimin’s bottom lip and lightly wiggles the piercing from side to side.

Jimin is pretty sure Satan himself possesses him when he opens his mouth and wraps his lips around Taehyung’s thumb.

"Guys, didn't you hear what I said? Intros first, fucking second," Yoongi huffs.

"Sorry, hyung." Taehyung's smile is easy, too easy, as if pulling his thumb out of Jimin's mouth is nothing out of the ordinary.

It isn't out of the ordinary for Taehyung, Jimin supposes. While Jimin is internally starstruck and maybe a bit of a wreck the longer he stands here and stares at Taehyung's beauty, Taehyung is… at work. This is merely another day for Taehyung, nothing special. If it wasn't Jimin, then it would have been some other random guy who just so happened to post thirty-second videos of himself bouncing on a dildo on Twitter.

"You have camming experience, don't you?" Taehyung asks as he kneels on the bed.

"I've done a few live shows, but never with anyone else." Jimin follows Taehyung's lead, his heart stuttering in his chest with each sliver of distance closed between them. "I mostly upload content, solo stuff."

Taehyung's boxy smile wrinkles his eyes at the corners, and Jimin feels lightheaded.

"Well, Jimin, I'm honored to share this experience with you."

By the time they're settled in the middle of the bed, Jimin's hands are sticking to the silky sheets from how sweaty his palms are. He shifts slightly, and his knee presses against Taehyung's thigh, scattering goosebumps up his legs and across his forearms.

"Hi everyone, it's V." 

Taehyung begins the livestream with a smile so sweet that Jimin can't imagine this is the same man who has starred in pornos where he eats cum out of other people's assholes. 

"Welcome to my camming debut! I was somewhat nervous about this session, but my lovely co-star, Kitty, will make it worthwhile."

At Taehyung's use of the nickname, Jimin turns his head to duck his face into his shoulder for a split second, just enough to let out a shaky exhale and try to recover from the butterflies Taehyung has stirred up in his stomach. He's not shy about sex; he never has been. Unfortunately, Taehyung holds the dangerous power to turn Jimin into a blushing virgin. 

When Jimin agreed to do the livestream, the producers asked him if he had a stage name he'd like to use. Using his real name seemed like a bad idea, but he'd never put any thought into posting his erotic content under an official alias. None of this was supposed to become more than a casual hobby used to make money on the side. Even if he'd wanted a fake name, the creativity needed to come up with something cute and original is too much for Jimin. Half the time, he doesn't even bother crafting clever captions for his posts. Emojis will do.

So when Jimin told the producers they could call him whatever they wanted, they let Taehyung choose his alias. Jimin would have never imagined that Taehyung would choose Kitty. It's both adorable and unbelievably dirty, and Jimin doesn't really know why.

"Hi," Jimin waves to the camera and feels like an idiot when Taehyung laughs softly.

Taehyung is so relaxed, with his thighs spread and his hand pressed into the mattress behind him so he can lean back slightly. Meanwhile, Jimin is on his knees again, feet tucked under his butt, trying not to touch Taehyung's warm, tan skin. He feels like he's being burned alive.

"How are you two feeling now that we're live?" Yoongi asks, checking between the two main tripods near the foot and side of the bed.

"Great—"

"Nervous—"

Jimin brushes his lips with the back of his head to suppress the mortification he feels for cutting Taehyung off. Why is he admitting that he's scared in 4k?

Yoongi fires off more questions, not only to help everyone relax and welcome their viewers but to give his coworkers the opportunity to check the sound and quality of the other cameras in the room. There are so many angles that Jimin feels like he's being monitored like a science experiment.

Most of the questions are about getting to know Jimin, how he ended up here, and why Taehyung chose Jimin as his co-star ("He's gorgeous, obviously, but he also seemed sweet, like he would be easy to connect with."). Jimin wouldn't call himself sweet, but he tries hard to make people happy. The look Taehyung gives him when he answers is too soft for someone who doesn't even know him, too soft for porn. 

"Have you watched V's films before, Kitty?" Yoongi asks, indicating with hand motions the cameras don't pick up that he'll be leaving soon.

"Um," Jimin catches Taehyung's smirk from the side and feels his face heat up, "I have…"

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Taehyung asks. He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, but Jimin is saved by Yoongi's follow-up comment.

"Taehyung is great with the rookies." Yoongi gives Jimin a small smile, like he's saying this for him, not for the sake of the livestream. "He'll take care of you."

"I will, if you'll let me," Taehyung adds. He reaches for Jimin's chin again, curling his fingers around it to turn Jimin's head, forcing him to look into his dark eyes. "Will you let me, Kitty? I'll guide you through the pleasure, make you feel good."

Jimin nods, breathless. He has never considered himself to have a voice kink, but he could swear he's getting hard just from the way Taehyung murmurs, Kitty. How is it possible that Taehyung would want him? Jimin is just a regular guy. He doesn't even make that much money off of his nudes. 

"Good," Taehyung skirts his fingertips along Jimin's jaw, "Because I've been looking forward to fucking you raw since the moment I watched your casting video."

"Yeah?" Jimin breathes, desperately following the path Taehyung's hand makes as it slides from his jaw to his neck and down his chest.

"Mhm, split you open on my cock and give you whatever you want. You're a good boy, aren't you, Kitty? But I'll be honest, you don't look like one. You look like you'd give me trouble." 

"Only sometimes," Jimin whimpers as Taehyung cradles the back of his neck, eyes fluttering closed and head tilted backward. 

"So cute," Taehyung chuckles before he captures Jimin's lips with his. 

Taehyung's kiss is languid, like he has all the time in the world to explore Jimin's mouth with his own. It surprises Jimin, who had expected to be greedily devoured, fearing that he wouldn't be able to keep up. The pace isn't unwanted, though. Jimin finds himself giving into the warmth of Taehyung's body when Taehyung curls one arm around Jimin's waist to pull him against his chest while he digs his fingers into Jimin's hair, holding him in place. Jimin isn't fragile; he's just as athletically built as Taehyung, though Taehyung is stockier in his upper body. Still, he feels consumed by Taehyung as he lifts them onto their knees and nearly bends Jimin backward when his mouth grows hungrier. 

With a pleasant hum, Jimin wraps his arms around Taehyung's neck. His cologne smells earthy, with a slight spice that makes Jimin dizzy. 

A giggle bubbles inside Jimin when Taehyung dips his head to suck kisses on his throat. The slight stubble on Taehyung's chin and cheeks pricks Jimin's sensitive skin. He can feel Taehyung's teeth pressing against his throat when Taehyung laughs soft and muffled. 

"What?" Taehyung lifts his eyes to look at Jimin through his long, curled eyelashes. It's an innocent gaze that makes Jimin's cock throb because Taehyung uses the opportunity to flick his tongue over one of Jimin's nipples. 

"Tickles," Jimin barely manages to speak before he moans, hands dropping to lace his fingers through Taehyung's silky hair. 

Taehyung wraps his lips around Jimin's nipple and sucks on it, still flicking his tongue against it until it grows perky and hot. It's nothing special, just nipples, but when Taehyung reaches up to tweak the other one, Jimin moans so loudly that his cheeks burn with embarrassment. His entire body is buzzing with heat that burns deeper the longer Taehyung tastes him, their lips finding each other again so Taehyung can slip his hot tongue inside Jimin's mouth. 

"Do you like having a cock in your mouth, Kitty?" Taehyung asks in between fiery kisses. 

"I do," Jimin admits dumbly because Taehyung didn't need an answer. 

"Can you show everyone how much you like having cock in your mouth?" 

Jimin notices the smug look on Taehyung's face when they pull away from each other so Taehyung can take off his t-shirt and underwear. Jimin has been so consumed by Taehyung's kisses that he forgets he hasn't gotten entirely naked either. 

There's no reason why Taehyung grabbing the back of his shirt to pull it over his head is attractive, but he looks fantastic, uncovering smooth, tan skin that Jimin presses his palms against. 

Following Taehyung's lead, Jimin removes his briefs and settles on his stomach in between Taehyung's legs, where he spreads them open with his back leaned against the bed's soft headboard. Taehyung's cock is half-hard and shiny at the tip. 

Jimin shouldn't think about how many people have sucked Taehyung off, but he does anyway, imagining a leaderboard with his name ranked hundreds of points below everyone else. The camera has a perfect shot of Taehyung's cock in Jimin's face. It's also a perfect shot for their viewers to watch Jimin give the lamest head Taehyung has probably ever received. He's not a pornstar; he can't gag on cock without needing to breathe or let Taehyung pummel his throat without giving up from the pain.  

"Are you alright?" Taehyung runs his fingers through Jimin's bangs, pushing them off his forehead to better get a look at his face. "If you don't want–" 

Gag reflex or not, Jimin swallows Taehyung's cock in one swift, fearless motion. His cock is longer and thicker than any of the guys Jimin has been with, but he'd expected that – it's part of the reason why he's such a successful pornstar. 

Some people are God's favorites. 

"Fuck," Taehyung moans and tightens his grip on Jimin's hair. 

Jimin lifts up until only the head of Taehyung's cock is in his mouth. He sucks on it for a few seconds, tonguing the sensitive underside and collecting more spit in his mouth so he can let it dribble as he eases Taehyung's cock back into his mouth. 

It takes a few bobs of his head to figure out how to breathe properly and establish a steady rhythm. Each motion makes his lip piercing drag along the underside of Taehyung's cock, following a thick vein and teasing the head. At first, Jimin worries his piercing is hurting Taehyung, but Taehyung keeps light pressure on the back of Jimin's head when he hesitantly pulls away. 

"That's it," Taehyung tilts his head back, and Jimin watches his stomach flutter as he breathes, "You're so gorgeous. I knew you'd be, with your lips stretched around my cock. Such pretty fucking lips." Taehyung tries sliding his index finger into the corner of Jimin's mouth alongside his cock. "Your ass is going to look even better sucking me in." 

Jimin can only hum and moan his appreciation, creating vibrations that pulse through Taehyung's cock. 

Sitting up and leaning forward, Taehyung reaches down Jimin's back to slip his fingers between his asscheeks. The new angle forces his cock further down Jimin's throat. In a panic, he digs his fingers into the meaty flesh of Taehyung's thighs as he gags around his cock. His palms are sweaty against his smooth skin. He's overwhelmed on both ends when Taehyung presses his fingers against the pretty jewel nestled between his cheeks. 

"Oh, Kitty," Taehyung guides Jimin off his cock with a smile, "Did you wear this for me?" 

Taehyung wipes away spit at the corners of Jimin's mouth with his thumb, just for Jimin to suck his thumb back into his mouth. 

"I wanted to be ready for you," Jimin's voice comes out ragged, "Oh, god." 

Taehyung slowly pulls the butt plug from Jimin's hole – only to shove it in again. "How thoughtful of you." 

Jimin lets Taehyung guide him onto his back and watches with heavy eyes as Taehyung reaches for the bottle of lube Yoongi placed on the nightstand beside the bed. He gives himself a moment to catch his breath, only then realizing they're alone. He'd been so distracted by Taehyung that he hadn't noticed Yoongi slip out of the room. 

"When the producers told you we would be co-starring together, what did you think?" Taehyung asks as he settles between Jimin's legs. The question is simple, but Jimin is sweaty and quivering. 

Taehyung pushes Jimin's legs to his chest by the backs of his thighs, motioning for Jimin to hold them in place. "Keep yourself spread apart so you can open up for me. Think you can do that?" 

Each of Taehyung's movements is slow and intentional and comes with little murmured questions and commands that coach Jimin through them rather than demand anything from him. It's nice, easing the anxiety building like bile in his throat about performing well for Taehyung.

"I was intimidated," Jimin finally hisses an answer to Taehyung's first question through gritted teeth when Taehyung pulls out the rather large butt plug. It squelches and pops, sticky with the copious amount of lube Jimin prepped himself with in anticipation of Taehyung's cock. 

"Really?" 

Jimin is silent when he nods, too focused on Taehyung's fingers playing with his stretched rim to formulate words. 

"Did you imagine what it would be like? For me to fuck you?" Taehyung presses his palm to Jimin's waist to keep him still when he begins trembling. 

"Mhmm." 

Taehyung squirts lube into his hand and grabs Jimin's cock where it lies neglected against his stomach. He starts off pumping it hard and fast, just focusing on the tip, while he searches for Jimin's prostate with three long fingers. 

"How did you imagine it?" 

Jimin's breathing becomes more strained with each jerk. His muscles tense and contract as Taehyung massages his walls, quickly working him up to the cusp of an orgasm. 

"I, uh, I, ahhh, I–" Jimin squeezes his thighs so hard that his fingernails leave deep imprints on his skin. 

"Come on, use your words, Kitty," Taehyung grabs the base of Jimin's cock right before he has the chance to cum, eliciting a desperate whimper in protest. 

"V–" 

"How did you imagine it?" Taehyung repeats, dark eyes locked on Jimin's. "Did I make you beg for me to fuck you? Was it gentle, or did I break you?"

"You were a lot kinder than you are now!" 

Jimin pouts, but he doesn't dare tell Taehyung the truth. He can't admit to who knows how many viewers of their livestream that he has been so nervous about working with Taehyung that he could barely think about it without his knees trembling. In his ideal fantasy, he would be confident, maybe even a little bit shameless. Fantasy Jimin would push Taehyung onto the bed and ride him for all he's worth. Real Life Jimin is so aimlessly desperate.

The piercing look Taehyung gives Jimin softens, growing sweeter once a small smile curves his mouth. He lets go of Jimin's cock at the same time, he slowly pulls his fingers out of him, giving Jimin's body a reprieve as he adjusts between his legs. 

"Sit up for me, baby," Taehyung murmurs only loud enough for Jimin to hear. He gently eases Jimin's legs down and lets Jimin's arms flop to his sides.

With such a soft, deep voice, Taehyung could convince Jimin to do anything. Jimin reminds himself that scrambling like a desperate virgin isn't cute, and many people are watching him get almost-fucked right now, so he slowly moves out of the way. 

"Not to be conceited," Taehyung snickers, loud enough for the recording to pick up, as he sits back against the bed's headboard, "But everyone already knows who I am. I want them to understand why I fell in love with you."

Taehyung isn't talking about love love. It's just a common saying, nothing to get Jimin's heart twisted into a bleeding, thunderous mess. Jimin reminds himself of this as he crawls on his hands and knees to straddle Taehyung's thighs. 

"Mm, not like this, Kitty. The other way. I want them to see your pretty face." 

Jimin knows he's blushing profusely when he realizes what Taehyung is asking. He's slow as he turns, guided by Taehyung's large hands on his hips until he's sitting in Taehyung's lap and staring directly at the camera at the foot of the bed. 

"Like this?" Jimin asks softly, the question punctuated by his teeth gently biting at the piercing in his bottom lip. 

Taehyung wraps his arm around to press his palm to the middle of Jimin's chest, pulling him backward. Sweat makes Jimin's back stick to Taehyung's broad chest. 

"Perfect, everyone can see how perfect you are," Taehyung's hot breath tickles Jimin's ear. "You deserve every bit of recognition. The prettiest little cocksleeve." 

Jimin lets out a needy moan when Taehyung grabs his cock again, this time thumbing the slit. He tries to buck into the feeling, but Taehyung keeps one arm around his chest to hold him back. 

"Please," Jimin whimpers, his head turned and his face pressed into the side of Taehyung's neck. "Don't tease me." 

"No?" The high-pitched lilt in Taehyung's voice tells Jimin exactly how he feels about wanting to tease him.

"I'll cum."

Taehyung makes a disapproving tutting sound, but he doesn't stop playing with Jimin's cock. If anything, he speeds up his fist. 

"Be a good kitty and only cum when I say you can."

"I can't, I don't know how to stop." Jimin grabs the bed sheets on either side of their bodies to have something to hold onto. He can feel Taehyung's cock twitch where it presses against his lower back like he's enjoying Jimin's struggle. 

Turning his head, Taehyung slots his lips with Jimin's, nipping and sucking them despite how swollen they are. Jimin's head falls back slightly, and he tries to loosen his body when Taehyung lifts him so he can adjust his cock, lining it up at Jimin's hole once he has added more lube. 

"You're going to look into the camera while I fuck you," Taehyung says as Jimin eases down on his cock. "I want them to watch you fall apart." 

The stretch is worse than Jimin thought. It burns, but it's the feeling of being too full that really makes Jimin squirm, like his body has a limit he didn't know about, and Taehyung is here to show him that he has pushed himself too far. He doesn't have the chance to linger on the feeling when Taehyung plants his feet and begins fucking Jimin hard and fast. 

With his legs spread open and draped over Taehyung's, Jimin is on full display as Taehyung fucks him. His whole body jiggles in Taehyung's lap, which worsens when he tosses his head back to fall over Taehyung's shoulder. 

"Oh my god, oh my god," Jimin's moans are sweet little cries that will sound heavenly to their viewers. 

"Kitty," Taehyung grunts, twisting his arm up to grab Jimin's chin and force him to look forward again. "Look."

Jimin knows what to do, but it's all too much. Taehyung feels unbelievable, the discomfort quickly melting into pleasure once they've established a steady pace. Each thrust is smoother than the next, jostling Jimin until his head lulls and his eyesight loses focus. The intimidating camera lens is a blur of darkness, an unfocused black hole reflecting another version of Jimin. He wishes he could see what he looks like being held. 

Taehyung holds him like he matters, like he genuinely does love Jimin, like Jimin's pleasure is the only thing that matters. His grip is tight but still gentle, even easing up once he knows Jimin is at least somewhat stable. His hands slide down to rest on Jimin's pecs. He flicks and tweaks both nipples, pinching them and twisting them, the excess lube on his fingers heightening the sensations. 

"Don't stop," Jimin gasps and tries not to writhe. He doesn't think he can cum like this, but the hot coil looping around in his stomach is melting into lava that seeps through his veins. The need to move with Taehyung somewhat throws off his thrusts, but Taehyung merely shifts on the bed and keeps going. 

Jimin has heard of brat tamers, but he never considered the way someone could tame the wildness of his body. Taehyung manages to take each instinctual movement in stride, mirroring Jimin and leading him back to where he needs to be. It's enough to make Jimin want to cry. 

"Do you want to cum?" Taehyung pants sound nearly as broken as Jimin's. He wonders if it's all an act or if Taehyung really is enjoying himself. 

"Yes, fuck, yes." 

Taehyung reaches around to grab Jimin's cock. He jerks it even quicker than he fucks Jimin, not bothering to play with him any longer. 

"You're just. So. Fucking. Tight," Taehyung sounds so pretty when he moans. It's better than Jimin's countless times watching his videos, even wearing the best noise-canceling headphones, with surround sound, to hear every last gasp. 

When Jimin cums, he rakes his nails down Taehyung's forearms. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he vaguely remembers the contract he signed stating that marks weren't allowed, but it doesn't matter. 

"God, look at you." Taehyung angles Jimin's cock toward them, catching his cum against his chest. Taehyung has to stop moving beneath him because Jimin grips him so tightly that he can't thrust anymore.

"V–" It feels wrong to moan a fake name, even worse that Jimin's chest aches when he does it. 

He can't worry about it for long. Taehyung pushes him forward, pulling out just to thrust back in once he has Jimin flat on his stomach. 

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," Taehyung squeezes Jimin's shoulders and presses him into the mattress to give himself leverage as he chases his high. 

It's hard to breathe, and Jimin's nearing overstimulation. At this point, most of the cameras don't have a good view of Jimin anymore, but he doesn't care. All he can think about is how tightly Taehyung grabs him and how real his moans sound. 

By the time Taehyung cums, right at the edge of Jimin's rim to let it more easily seep out, Jimin is dazed and foggy-headed. He's wobbly as he gets on his hands and knees, cum making his chest need to unstick from the soiled bed sheets. He smiles at the camera, for a moment so lost in the bliss of an orgasm that he forgets how nervous he is. Taehyung murmurs something as he thumbs at Jimin's rim, but Jimin doesn't hear. 

It isn't until he feels the wet heat of Taehyung's tongue licking from his balls to his rim. 

"Oh my god, what are you–" Jimin squeaks and instinctually jerks away, but Taehyung wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him back. 

"Shh, I told you I'd take care of you." Taehyung kisses Jimin's cheek before giving it a light slap. He uses his other hand to hold Jimin open, hooking his fingers in his hole so he can suck what's left of the cum. 

Jimin can't cum again; he isn't a pornstar, remember? But he feels like maybe he could with how good Taehyung feels, and a little voice in the back of his mind tells him that he's ruined for anyone else. 

"So, how did it go?" Jungkook wiggles in his chair and doesn't try to hide his eager curiosity. It's the same reaction all of Jimin's other friends had when he told them about his once-in-a-lifetime experience with Kim Taehyung. 

At first, Jimin matched his friends' excitement because it was exciting. Who gets to fuck their favorite pornstar? No one! No normal people, at least! Jimin got lucky.

But then the weeks went by, and Jimin stopped getting the same thrilling spark he used to get when he uploaded an ass pic on Twitter or made out with a stranger at the bar. He started dreaming about dark, piercing eyes and the feeling of being held. 

With a sigh, Jimin stabs at the salad on the table in front of him and decides he'd rather throw up than talk about this with Jungkook. 

"It was alright," he says slowly, pushing around a cherry tomato. Why do people put whole cherry tomatoes in salads? Jimin doesn't want to physically experience the popping of a cherry in his mouth. 

Jungkook swings his foot under the table and kicks Jimin in the shin.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

"What happened?" Jungkook demands, both of them loud and neither of them caring that the cafe's other customers attempting to enjoy their lunches are getting annoyed. "Did he hurt you or something? Don't make me have to go watch it myself." 

Mortified, Jimin shrinks back in his seat. 

"Please don't," he scrunches his nose. 

"I will if you don't start talking." 

There's a reason Jimin only told a few friends about the livestream. Euphoria Studios uploads all its livestreams and keeps them permanently behind a paywall, but the subscription isn't too expensive for someone who plans to cancel once they've seen Jimin's video—which is exactly what Jungkook will do. 

"It was amazing, okay? It was the best sex I've ever had, and it didn't even last that long because I came so fast," Jimin huffs. "I learned that I'm definitely not cut out to be a pornstar, and V's dick stretched me out so much that I tried sleeping with someone a few days later and didn't even feel anything since the guy's dick wasn't big enough." 

Jungkook stares at Jimin with wide, round eyes, but Jimin keeps going. 

"He was really nice, and he helped clean me up afterward, and then he invited me to hang out at the pool with his friends until I had to go home," Jimin pauses to take a deep breath that lifts his shoulders. "And now I'm depressed."

"Dick withdrawals," Jungkook says with a solemn nod. "Very sad."

"Shut up!" 

Jimin pulls back in preparation to kick the living shit out of Jungkook, but his phone rings with a number he doesn't recognize. 

"Hello?" he answers, ignoring Jungkook's question about who it is.

"Is this Park Jimin?" 

"Yes…" 

“Hi, this is Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. I apologize; it isn't actually legal for me to have gotten your phone number from your contract, but I wanted–"

Jimin misses the end of Taehyung's sentence, his phone slipping out of his now clammy hand and dropping loudly onto the table. 

"It's him," Jimin snatches his phone and points to it excitedly.

Jungkook grabs the edge of the table and shakes it. "V? What is he saying? Is he still on? Talk to him, oh my god, hyung, say something!" 

"–it's weird, but I was hoping you felt the same. So, yeah, that's all." 

"Sorry, can you repeat that?" Jimin cringes at how breathy his voice sounds. Desperate, desperate. 

"I thought, perhaps, you would like to get coffee? I don't drink coffee, but most people do, and I thought, well. You seemed…" Taehyung interrupts himself to laugh, a sound that's soft and weak. "I'm sorry, I'm actually terrible at this. People assume I'm not because of the whole porn thing, but, ah, I just, I would like to see you again, Jimin-ah."

Jimin bites at his lip piercing and tries not to embarrass himself by making more assumptions than he already has. 

"Do you mean, like normal people?" 

So much for not embarrassing himself.

Luckily, Taehyung is just as nervous, it seems. He laughs again, this time with more confidence. 

"Yes, like normal people." 

Smiling into his lap, Jimin feels giddy as he responds, "I'd like to see you like normal people, too."