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“Isn’t that discriminatory?” Yoongi wondered, scrolling through job listings. He’d been reading aloud some of the more interesting ones to Namjoon across the diner table from him.
Namjoon stopped typing and looked up Yoongi over his glasses. “You’re going to respond just to sate your curiosity? That seems like a bad idea, so of course you would.”
“Let me guess, weddings? Baby pictures? Family portraits?” Namjoon questioned, his work forgotten.
Namjoon winced at the image, returning to his laptop. “Colorful as always Yoongi.”
“I may be a prude Yoongi, but when’s the last time you got laid,” Namjoon sighed.
It was the model, indicating a time and a place to interview.
Well, Yoongi’s interest was definitely piqued.
“Yeah, hi, that’s me,” Yoongi said, hastily getting up to bow slightly. “Nice to meet you?”
Yoongi choked slightly at the thought of Jimin doing a cam show, stifling down the groan at the images that brought to mind.
“Um, right… just um… relax I guess? And do what you usually do?” Yoongi said, looking at the digital display on his camera. “I’m new to this, so go easy on me.”
It was probably a mistake.
Yes, yes he did.
“Alpha’s not ignoring you,” Yoongi said, feeling a little awkward. He didn’t know if he was going to be able to take this.
Turning his head, Jimin’s bottom lip was caught between his teeth and he looked so good that Yoongi swallowed roughly, his fingers twitching to touch.
“Yeah,” Jimin grinned, rolling slightly onto his side, and sliding his hand down to cup his dick, tongue between his teeth.
Yoongi nodded, taking a few close ups of Jimin’s face. It was a bad, bad idea, but he knelt onto the bed to get some shots over top of Jimin. “You’re doing so good,” Yoongi said, snapping a few more pictures.
“Sure, just let me upload them to the computer,” Yoongi turned so fast he nearly ran right into the separating curtain before stumbling his way to his bag.
“Thanks,” Yoongi mumbled, scratching at his neck. “This was… interesting.”
Yoongi let out a breath. What to say to that. Yeah, it was great, but how long before I’m just fucking you into the mattress instead of working?
“Honestly? No,” Jimin laughed a little. “I don’t usually get so far into it, but… I’m not used to such strong alpha smell. I was… a little overwhelmed. I think you were too?”
“Hmm, I hope so,” Jimin said, lips curling again. “Alright, let’s talk salary.”
They’d figure out the details of how this would work, it would be fine.
Part 2! Yoongi catches Jimin's cam show, and is very surprised by what he sees.
(WARNING: This part will include shibari/rope play and will include images, nothing graphic and no dicks will be shown, but if you aren't comfortable with it, please mute me!)
“Wow,” Namjoon said, looking over his shoulder. “He’s really good at that huh.”
It wasn’t lear if Namjoon believed him, but he left with a wave of his hand anyway.
Yoongi never clicked a popup so fast.
“He is, small for an alpha but very cute.”
Yoongi grunted in indignation.
Jimin nodded, biting at his lip as he started scooting back on the bed. “I don’t want any of you to worry, Taetae knows what he’s doing. Him and his alphas do this all the time.”
“Okay pretty, roll over onto your side,” Taetae said, getting down off the bed and placing the camera back down but closer to the bed.
Taetae moved to behind Jimin again, picking up the remote. “Alright, come for them Chim,” he said, pressing another button.
“I know,” Taetae said, leaning down and they gave each other a soft peck. The kind of kiss that showed their closeness as friends, no heat or desire behind it. “You okay?”
Now, what kind of shoot should Jimin plan for with Yoongi next? Here are some of his favorites:
But he had to tell Jimin.
“Yeah… sorry is that okay?” Yoongi said, blinking to clear his head.
“Of course, I was just getting finished getting ready,” Jimin said. “Need to do my makeup and hair still. Go ahead and get set up?”
“Well, I was kind of hoping maybe you’d help me with the scene?” Jimin posed, tilting his head slightly and batting his eyes. “You wouldn’t have to do much, maybe a hand or just, a full body but your face wouldn’t be shown?”
“Yeah, as a… male student,” Jimin said, motioning to where a dress shirt and tie were hung up on a coat rack. “Just a couple of shots, please?”
“I don’t think I’m doing well in my math class sunbae, can you tutor me? I’ll be a good student for you,” Jimin said, eyes never leaving Yoongi’s.
“Jimin,” Yoongi groaned, his eyes fluttering. “Please.”
“Fair enough,” Jimin dropped the collar and chain. “Maybe next time.”
“Want me to take them off sunbae?” Jimin asked and Yoongi nodded.
“Take the cuffs off,” Yoongi ordered and Jimin scrambled to unlatch the cuffs. Thankfully the didn’t require a key because Yoongi wasn’t sure if he could have waited for Jimin to find them.
“What?” Jimin asked in confusion. “What’s gone?”
“Rope marks?” Jimin questioned. “You watched my show?”
He fucked up. He should have said something before this, before Jimin was naked in front of him and he was hard as hell.
“Did you like what you say?” Jimin asked, sitting up and shifting to get on his knees. “Did you like seeing me tied up, plugged up with a vibrator until I came?”
“I… yes,” Yoongi said, biting the bullet. Better to get the truth out there so he can get shoved out the door before they did something they both regretted.
“Oh fuck,” Jimin’s whole body trembled when Yoongi nuzzled his nose into Jimin’s entrance, breathing in the scent.
Yoongi frowned at him, smacking his ass again before lining up his cock and pushing into Jimin’s stretched hole.
Jimin screamed, falling back into Yoongi and coming haphazardly all over the desk and floor.
“Unprofessional,” Yoongi nodded, closing his eyes. “Would we still have if we’d talked? Do you regret it?”
Yoongi let out a deep sigh. “Well, until we figure this out… maybe we shouldn’t do anymore work. I… think you should get a new photographer.”
In fact, neither of them said much else until Yoongi left.
Decisions have consequences. Yoongi watching Jimin's show made him want Jimin more and was too caught up in his attraction to talk to Jimin. But, Yoongi doesn't want it to end like this, so what should he do next?
Yoongi decides to call Jimin, hopefully Jimin answers.
WARNING: descriptions of past abuse
“You’ve been staring at your phone likes it’s going to come alive and eat you,” Jin said. “Has he still not contacted you?”
“Well maybe you should take some initiative for once and call him,” Jin suggested. “You’re becoming a fixture on my couch and as much as I love you Yoongi, you’re depressing me.”
Jin threw up his hands and got to his feet. “I make one suggestion and he goes to tattle on me.”
“I guarantee he doesn’t hate you,” Jin said, pouring himself a glass of wine in the kitchen. “He’s just scared.”
“How is it a rejection?” Yoongi was confused. He’d been with omegas before, this had never happened to him.
Or, he tried. Because the person that answered the phone definitely wasn’t Jimin.
Yoongi squinted at the nickname. “Is this… Taetae? I mean, Taehyung?”
“I’d like to talk to Jimin, I’m sure he-”
“Yes, he told me all about it,” Taehyung snorted. “So, why do you think I’d let you talk to him?”
“Then why don’t you meet us for dinner? Six work?”
“Of course, he wanted my opinion,” Taehyung said. “Anyway,” he went on as Yoongi sputtered helplessly, “this is Jungkook, and Hoseok,” he pointed to his left and right, “my alphas.”
“Tae,” the red head on Taehyung’s left, Hoseok, put a hand on the omega’s arm. “We’re here for a reason yeah?”
“Why wouldn’t he?” Yoongi asked. “Does he not date?”
“None of us liked her though,” Jungkook muttered, bristling just at her mention.
“A lot,” Jungkook grunted. “She was in love with him, but he wouldn’t give in to her advances. We suspect it’s why she- how things got the way they did.”
“Oh my god,” Yoongi whispered, eyes wide. “He could have been killed.”
“So what now?” Yoongi asked. “I tried calling him, obviously. Does he know you’re here?”
“We’ll let him know you’re on the way. And Yoongi? If you hurt him, these two are going to take a testicle each as souvenirs," Taehyung said, motioning to the alphas.
“Good luck then,” Taehyung nodded.
“I know, I didn’t realize how great of friends until recently,” Jimin said, motioning for them to sit on the couch.
“So, they told you about what happened,” Jimin spoke first. Yoongi looked up to see him picking at a thread on a cushion seam. “You must think I’m stupid.”
“Tae keeps telling me that,” Jimin laughed bitterly. “It’s hard to believe. Especially since… nothing changed when it was you behind the camera. I still acted the same way.”
Jimin’s smile was small and watery, but he nodded. “Okay.”
Blinking, Jimin sat up straighter. “O-oh?” he stuttered. “I’ve never been a real date,” he admitted. “Whasa… she didn’t like any of the alpha guys who’d ask me out.”
Jimin’s smile brightened further and he nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go out on a date with you.”
Laughing, Yoongi pulled Jimin back in close for another light kiss. “Yeah, I think you do.”
“Good things come to those who wait,” Yoongi smirked up at him.
“Would you fuck me on the live show?”
Part 5 will be the final part! No poll this time because I want it to be a surprise what they'll get up to.
Thank you for reading!
WARNING: this part contains feminization (very mild), daddy/baby girl kink and consensual voyeurism. also ridiculous amounts of slick but that's abo 🤷♀️
“I’m not watching my best friend have sex,” Joon replied.
“Prove it,” Seokjin raised an eyebrow at him. “Watch it with me.”
They knew saying the ‘b’ word would be a risk, and could lose some of the dedicated viewers, but it was important. Yoongi supported the decision, if that’s what Jimin wanted.
“G-green,” Jimin gasped, lifting his head out of the mattress to look back at him. “Thank you daddy.”
“Oh.. oh fuck… daddy, alpha,”Jimin wailed, his head going between rolling and sagging. “Feels so good daddy, so big, fuck it’s like your dick was made for me.”
“Yes, yes, love daddy’s cock,” Jimin babbled, unable to keep his head up.
“Alpha, alpha,” Jimin whined lowly. Yoongi slowed down and wrapped his arm around Jimin’s chest and pulled him up.
“I… I’m so close,” Jimin whimpered, his head laying back onto Yoongi’s shoulder. “It… it’s time.”
It was the best orgasm he had ever had, and probably ever will again.
“Hmm… you’re welcome,” Jimin chuckled softly. “As much as I want to just lay here and fall asleep, we have to say goodbye.”
“Helped that you’re a pro at it,” Yoongi said, pressing kisses to Jimin’s cheek. “Happy?”
Jimin snorted at that, leaning their foreheads together. “Maybe, but you’re the one that gets to fuck me.”
“Yes Yoongi, I know,” Jimin chuckled softly. “I love you for more than that too.”
“Oh my god,” Jin smacked Namjoon’s arm and pointed. “Look! They mated.”
“No wonder he wanted us to watch, oh my god that’s so sweet,” Jin cooed.
“If you think so,” Namjoon sighed.
“I wouldn’t have done it,” Namjoon said, poking him. “I love you, but that’s… that’s way too much.”
“You keep calling me a prude and you’re going to wish I really was,” Namjoon warned.