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“Ngh - oh - !”
“Fuck… fuck… you feel so good… shit - so good when you tighten around me… sweet Jinnie - !”
The set was filled with lewd noises, the sound of naked skin slapping against skin, the creaks and rustling of the bed and the mattress, and moans and groans and sighs of pleasure as the two actors went at it.
“Not that I don’t doubt your directing skills, kamdongnim, but - are they supposed to be making this much noise? Isn’t this supposed to be some sort of elevated arthouse spy thriller rather than a run-of-the-mill erotic porno?”
Hyemi flinched a little when Taehyung and Namjoon tore their eyes away from the scene to briefly glance in her direction. But instead of getting angry, Namjoon only smiled, amused, dimples flashing in his cheeks, looking at Taehyung.
“Your assistant director has the balls to address a director and comment on his direction on a film that isn’t yours, eh, Taehyung?” Namjoon chuckled softly, his eyes turning back to the action rolling on set, “I like that.”
Hyemi was reminded why she had applied to work under Kim Taehyung, and why she stayed in this field of work, when Taehyung took the time to explain patiently to her, professional instead of huffy and annoyed, “You weren’t around when we shot this scene previously, were you? We had discussed how this would go, and no worries Hyemi, they’ll edit it out around this point and play some mood music to go with it. Like how lots of mainstream movies do it. We did talk about just having it out there, raw and real, since it’s an unsimulated sex scene after all, to highlight Kyung-ju’s character’s obsession with Jae-un’s character, since this is the only time Kyung-ju actually shows genuine want and emotion. ”
“I did think about having them do it, real hard and real fast, another way to show Kyung-ju’s desperation to bond with another human, his misconception that his infatuation with Jae-un is something real. But we decided to take a different approach, after comparing preliminary cuts. Something… cinematic, I’m thinking. Something jarring - to highlight the tragedy of it all,” Namjoon mused, eyes still trained on the actors, “Something ominous to accompany this scene, to hammer home the message that ultimately Kyung-ju’s chasing a dream, and for Jae-un, this is nothing special. I don’t want the critics to sink their teeth on this and say that this was solely for viewing pleasures of alphas and a gratuitous scene.”
“Part of it is,” Taehyung pointed out easily, to which Namjoon let out another chuckle, Hyemi herself stifling a snort.
“I can’t deny that,” Namjoon murmured, keeping his voice low, “Everything was negotiated, and Nam-gil ssi has been a great pleasure to work with, and I’m grateful to have his name and his star power to lend legitimacy to this film. He’s left a lot of things up to my artistic and creative vision, and he sees where I’m coming from, most of the time,” his smile stretched, making his handsome face look slightly devil-ish, “But one thing he insisted on - which was his dealbreaker - was that the love interest had to be Kim Seokjin or he would walk.”
“You didn’t tell me that,” Taehyung said, his voice equally low, equally soft, but clearly filled with pride, his eyes not even flicking to look at Namjoon, fixed on the action before him, “But - I did hear rumours and overheard some of the staff commenting on it. And I’m not surprised. Everyone wants a piece of Jinnie. Always. He turns heads in the industry, with his overwhelming beauty and innocent sensuality.”
“That’s why you made him your own and married him?” Namjoon chuckled, the two directors now in their own world, seemingly forgetting Hyemi’s presence, who stayed silent and still, wanting to hear what transpired between the two, aware of the sexual tension between Seokjin and Namjoon when they had entered the set today, “Stole him away from Hyosang kamdongnim?”
“Hey, it was what our pretty little rose wanted - wouldn’t have forced him otherwise,” Taehyung answered, pride and amusement colouring his deep, soft voice, “Hyosang hyung was getting too possessive, and Jinnie wasn’t getting anymore acting gigs, and even the exclusive, private deals not for public consumption was on the verge of getting shut down,” Taehyung shrugged, “Plus he knew what he was getting into, working with me, knowing the risks when I made it very clear that I had a strong attraction to his muse, to the industry’s muse. Baby doll ending up on my cock first day we began shooting my film just goes to show they weren’t meant to be,” his teeth flashed as Taehyung recalled that time, Hyemi too remembering the electricity in the air when the two first met, “He would’ve never let baby doll work with you, much less work with the actor he’d always idolized, Nam-gil ssi, even though Hyosang hyung knows just how much exposure Jinnie would get by co-staring with him.”
“I was surprised when the divorce wasn’t as messy as I thought it would be,” Namjoon admitted quietly, their voices growing softer as they began delving into personal matters, though their eyes stayed trained on the actors fucking on the bed, in the midst of passion, Nam-gil’s thrusts beginning to pick up pace, evident by Seokjin’s moans growing louder and more unhinged, “I thought Hyosang would fight for Jinnie. But - heard you reached an agreement? Not unlike those private deals?”
“Similar to yours,” Taehyung said easily, Namjoon nodding and grinning at that, Hyemi able to infer what sort of agreement it was, and though she was unfazed by scandal and sex, and she’d seen Seokjin perform dozens of sex scenes with dozens of actors, she still felt herself blush at the realisation that Seokjin was, as on set and in real life, the object of his peers’ desires, and shared discreetly by an intimate circle of carefully selected, high-powered alphas, and was still sexually involved with his ex-husband, “Hyosang just got lucky scouting Jinnie when he was younger; no more, no less.”
And it was no wonder; Hyemi had worked long enough with Seokjin as well as Taehyung to know just how desirable the omega was. There was just something about the omega, whether it was his big, pretty, innocent doe eyes that got alphas raging, full, pouty lips on that pretty face bordering on illegal, or his enormous rack supported by clean, broad shoulders that had alphas going wild and turning into knotheads as the large, soft, perky breasts coupled with dainty, rosy pink-tipped nipples made for suckling, curvy hips and an impossibly tiny waist that hinted at fertility and good breeding prospects appealing to their primal instincts - or - the kicker - that Seokjin’s scent was much, much more potent than other omegas and was able to drive alphas crazy. Hyemi could only guess what effect his slick had.
She was a beta, but she had to admit that seeing the way Seokjin’s alpha co-stars went stark raving mad over his body, the way their eyes would dilate and their hard cocks twitch and drip when the omega disrobed, the genuine intensity and passion when he performed his sex scenes had her throbbing between her own thighs. Each and every alpha performer had been unable to temper their genuine lust, always wanting more after the scenes were over, always pawing at Seokjin’s body and attempting to woo the lovely omega, even after cumming.
And she had heard from verified sources that was why all support staff on set had to be betas when Seokjin was shooting sex scenes; something Hyosang had imposed, and a tradition that continued on until today, after Seokjin divorced Hyosang and married Taehyung, and as a result, worked under his new alpha husband rather than his ex-husband. She had heard of an incident of a shoot, where two of the lighting directors and the principal videographer who were all alphas had entered Seokjin’s dressing room, stimulated by the sex scene earlier, engaging in a mad, wild orgy that did not have Hyosang’s permission, inducing ruts and an unscheduled heat, that greatly disrupted Seokjin’s schedule. Apparently this had not been the first time, and Hyosang had taken matters into his own hands to stop unauthorised sex from happening.
There were a lot of whispers, and since she had worked with Seokjin for a long time, transferring from Hyosang’s team to Taehyung’s, she supposed she was considered one of the ‘insiders’ - knowing things about Seokjin and the dealings behind the scenes, though everyone moved incredibly discretely that even someone like her who spent most of the hours of the day with the adult power couple knew very little about these arrangements.
Hyemi did know, however, that there was some sort of arrangement - the arrangement Taehyung alluded to in his conversation with Namjoon - to allow other alphas to sleep with Seokjin, even if Seokjin was married, outside of his work as an omega adult actor. Given how beautiful Seokjin was, and given how limitless the omega’s libido was, it was inevitable - Taehyung had once strongly alluded to this fact before.
She did know about the long list of alpha A-list actors, celebrities, even athletes that had placed calls and requests to their small but powerful agency, either personally or through their agents, to co-star opposite Seokjin. Hyemi felt her lips twitch, recalling the slight pinch of sadistic delight that travelled through her body each time her eyes trawled through that list, each time she was on the other side of the call, even better when it was the actor themselves, awkwardly trying to pitch for their dear Seokjin, hearing the attempts at obfuscating desperation. There were names upon names that would have the general public in shock and generate nation-wide scandals, names that stunned even Hyemi herself.
But it was due to his infamy that Seokjin was able to take up more and more roles in mainstream movies, even if typecast into roles that played on his omegan sexual allure, either as the innocent damsel that is inevitably defiled to drive the plot of the story forward, or in this case, as a seductress, an omegan tempter for the movie Shadow.
Seokjin played the love interest, Jae-un, of jaded spy Nam-gil played, Kyung-ju, seemingly innocent but ultimately a double agent, a homme fatale, who leads to Kyung-ju’s ultimate downfall and consequent demise, a tragedy as he’s taken down and apart by his own agency, an asset turned weapon. Some of the other scenes had been shot first, and Hyemi took strange pride in seeing Seokjin stand toe-to-toe with Nam-gil, a veteran actor, in those tense, dramatic scenes, carrying them with as much gravitas as his counterpart.
And Nam-gil had made the same observations, during one of their staff dinners, making Seokjin flush with pride, stars in his eyes as his long admired star complimented him, Taehyung encouraging the praise as a casual arm was thrown over the omega’s shoulders, pleased at his muse’s talents.
Of course, their eyes were filled with unspoken hunger, all looking forward to the days where they would shoot the sex scenes., an unspoken reward for the alphas, who had to endure gruelling hours of heavy, emotional scenes and fast, gritty action scenes that made up the bulk of the movie.
Whether it was his acting chops or that he was genuinely feeling it, Hyemi had to admit that Nam-gil looked completely convincing at this moment, eyes shut in ecstasy, jaw clenched and tense, absolutely and completely consumed by the pleasure he was getting from fucking Seokjin, wearing the all-too familiar look Hyemi had seen on all the people, especially alphas, that had had sex with Seokjin.
The bed was shaking, the groans of the mattress almost violent with the intensity and strength of Nam-gil’s pistoning thrusts, the omega getting completely railed, all moans unhindered and uncaring, Seokjin’s tell-tale cry of an oncoming orgasm signalling the last moments of the shoot, his delicate ankles, gazelle-like legs wrapping around Nam-gil’s waist, as if to encourage a knot, trembling and shaking from the pleasure he was feeling.
With a shout, Nam-gil’s hips moved forwards, once, twice, thrice, before he went still a while, letting out a clenched sound between a hiss and a groan, sweat dripping down his forehead as he was clearly releasing deep inside the omega, panting and taking some time to recover, pressing his forehead against Seokjin, giving the camera ample footage to edit in the post-coital, intimate scene they had already shot a month ago.
No matter what angle, what shot, Hyemi had to concede that Seokjin looked a dream after an orgasm, mesmerising as his lids were shut and sweat trickled down his forehead, lips beestung by being kissed in contrast to his porcelain skin, a veritable goddess, Aphrodite reincarnated, she was sure all would agree.
“Cut!” Namjoon’s deep voice rang out loud and clear after another minute lapsed, a short lull as was usually the case, and he clapped his hand together once, giving his staff a brisk nod, “That’s a wrap! Thank you all! Thanks, Nam-gil ssi, Seokjin ssi!”
A flurry of activity ensued, a din of noise now that the scene was done and dusted, Nam-gil smiling at Seokjin, who still lay flat on his back, the two conversing a while before Nam-gil pulled his body off Seokjin, cock covered and drenched in slick, before being covered in a blanket and given a towel to clean up. Taehyung had gone ahead, helping Seokjin up, giving his nude body a once over before he was satisfied and draped a gorgeous silky pastel green robe over the omega’s body, Hyemi rushing forward with him to hand Seokjin a bottle of water which the omega gulped down thirstily, patting the sweat off his brow, a dewy sheen on his pristine satiny skin that many idols and actors would die for.
“Well done, baby, did another fantastic shoot like you always do, so proud of you,” Taehyung praised, barely audible over the sound of the staff scrambling to clear up the set, of all the managers and workers rushing forwards to fuss over the actors, swift, deft hands tying the belt but also finding time to skim his hips and his butt, kisses dropping generously on the beautiful, angelic face, “We have four hours to rest before we make a move to the next schedule, so we’ve already arranged for lunch to be delivered here. Your room is basically an en suite and with a nice shower and bathtub which I personally checked so we can leave at the very last moment - so you just need to turn up at the photoshoot later,” he grinned, “Namjoon pulled out all stops for you, sweetheart.”
The gorgeous starlet perked up at that, clearly happy at the arrangements made by his husband, mate, manager and director, hands coming up to rest on the alpha’s chest as he was bundled in an embrace, “You had lunch delivered?”
“I did, baby doll. Did I do well?”
“You always do, alpha,” came the breathless answer, Seokjin wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s neck, pressing a sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek, “I’m so grateful, thank you.”
“Shall we make our way to the dressing room then, baby? You must be tired after that shoot. Gotta recuperate since you have something in the afternoon too.”
“You tease, Taehyung,” there was a lilt in Seokjin’s tone, a teasing purr almost, something Hyemi recognised as having some sort of effect on alphas, something that stirred their instincts, both sexual and protective, watching Taehyung’s eyes darken slightly, large hands gripping his omega’s hips tighter, “That much isn’t taxing at all; and Nam-gil hyung was very sweet.”
“Just making sure, love,” Taehyung’s voice deepened, a long finger tracing Seokjin’s chin and jaw, dropping to an intimate tone, “You were good to me early this morning too, after all.”
Hyemi decided to snatch the opportunity of a brief lull, knowing that the working couple would abscond soon to Seokjin’s dressing room where the obvious would transpire, Taehyung most definitely aroused by Seokjin’s performance, stepping in and keeping her tone professional, “Taehyung kamdongnim, if I may, the advance team will be heading off after we grab a quick bite to eat to the next set to do final checks; will notify if there’s anything urgent and I’ll get Hongmin to send photos of the set for your okay.”
Taehyung somehow managed to break his gaze from Seokjin to look and nod at Hyemi, “Thanks Hyemi, would appreciate if you could. Also just confirm with Jungkook ssi that he’ll be on time? We confirmed the shoot this morning but you know - his training can sometimes run overtime.”
Hyemi nodded, checking her watch on instinct. She and the team had worked many times with Jeon Jungkook, a young, energetic, professional boxer who had since successfully brokered a deal with Taehyung last year, and liked having pornographic photography sessions with Seokjin, deciding to spend his championship money this year on commissioning a custom-made calendar of himself and Seokjin in different sex positions, different scenarios.
The alpha and omega had electrifying chemistry; almost similar to how Taehyung and Seokjin had first met. The first photoshoot had spiralled out of control - Jungkook almost going into rut and having to fuck Seokjin throughout the entire day to calm himself down, cock unable to soften no matter how many times he ejaculated, stamina and strength exciting both Seokjin and Taehyung to no end. Even though staff had to leave once it was clear the shoot was not going as planned, Hyemi knew from the call from the hotel staff that served as the location that the trio had indulged the entire day.
“Will do boss.”
“Thanks.”
Hyemi took her leave, rounding up their team and heading to the direction of the staff catering where the scent of food was now wafting onto the set, casting one last glance behind her, seeing Namjoon approach the couple from behind, the trio disappearing on the other side of the set as they headed to Seokjin’s dressing room.