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BEYOND THE CAMERA – 18+ | ONE-PART STORY

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Jeon Jeongguk is one of the global ambassadors of Calvin Klein, that being said, he was chosen to model the brand's new pieces. And fortunately enough, you are the photographer.

PAIRING: idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader

TAGS, WARNINGS: working together, model!jungkook, photographer!reader, reader is so horny so is jungkook, first time meeting, lots of horny yearning (?), dry humping, jungkook cries when he feels too good (in short, overstimulated), at some point a submissive jungkook, tongue slurping/swirling, jungkook loves to kiss your hair if he's about to cum, just a lot of dirty and quirky stuff, swearing, sexual content, mature themes, nsfw, smut

WORD COUNT: 3,800

Somehow, you learned to love your job a little more today.

“Nice fit, Y/N.” Your co-worker, Byeol, bobs her head, her eyes skimming up and down your frame. You were wearing the double denim western set from Levi’s.

“Prepared much? Matchy-matchy with the Jeon Jeongguk?”

It was meant to be a no-brainer fit—and today just felt right for the denim-on-denim combo. All you had to do was snap those buttons and let the deep, fresh blue do the talking.

Besides, the photoshoot was happening in a plain white studio. The brand wanted to keep the focus on the subject, and you? You just wanted to be comfortable.

Or... maybe not entirely.

“Got to give a little bit of an impression, yes?” Your lips curved upward, eyes scanning the space for a table to drop your camera bag on, unzipping it like muscle memory.

Batteries. Lenses. Memory cards. A quick mental checklist ran through your head as your fingers brushed over each item. Everything had to be ready before the energy kicked in before he arrived, before stylists started fluttering in and the place turned into a quiet chaos.

You adjusted the lighting rig, tested the strobe. No surprises today. You liked to keep it that way, as controlled as the white walls around you. One less thing to think about when the shoot actually starts.

This part, the prep? It’s like laying the foundation for something that doesn’t exist yet. But in about an hour, this blank space will be filled with movement, with expression, with a vision coming into focus.

Unconsciously, during your one last run-through of double-checking the items, your mind shifted to the man that you’ll later face behind your Canon R6 Mark II.

Jeon Jeongguk.

Just the thought of his name had your blood pumping a little louder. With bated breath, you carefully sipped onto a water bottle beside you. Each swallow of liquid felt like a palm grazing harshly upon your throat. And down to your chest, was a heartburn. You let out a long-awaited trembling breath, as if you were just unbinded from a thick rope.

Or was it just because you’re really, really nervous? And that would be definitely normal… right? Right?—

“Okay, everyone! Jeongguk will be arriving any minute now. Let’s all stay sharp and in good spirits—fighting!” The producer called out. The entire crowd erupted in cheers.

For the last time, you took a chug from the bottle before standing up to prepare the camera.

The studio door swung open with a soft thud, releasing a puff of trapped air.

There he was, in all of his might and glory.

His luscious, curly, collarbone-length hair—his eyes, God, those eyes that could pierce straight through you… the snake bite piercing on his plump bottom lip, the Calvin Klein light blue denim set hanging just right on him, and his chest, bare, completely bare, wide open like he knew exactly what he was doing.

What the actual fuck?

You didn’t breathe. Not because you forgot—because your lungs refused. He was too much. Too bare. Too aware of it. Your fingers tightened around the camera strap, just to feel something that wasn’t him.

You heard Byeol squirm quietly behind you, like a child unwrapping their birthday present. And honestly? You could relate. Deep down, yeah—same. Because, really, who wouldn’t?

Your eyes still trapped to his upper body, traveling aimlessly like you were trying to make sense of a damn physics textbook. Confused. Fixated. Obsessed. One thing was certain; it was irresistible.

That was, until he spoke. Just loud enough to make sure you heard it. And you swore, in that exact moment, your heart dropped straight to your panty.

“Eyes up here, princess.”

And it landed like a hand to your throat.

You slowly raised your gaze, and Jeongguk was already looking at you. Painfully playful. Like he was genuinely enjoying how flushed your nose and cheeks are.

The voice? The rasp? The deepness? The sweet endearment?

Oh my lord.

You could easily fall to your knees—No. Nope. Don’t you dare. You gave your head a tiny shake, trying to sprinkle away the unwanted thoughts like clogged dust. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you took a long, deep breath, an attempt to internally lift your heart back up into your chest.

And basically ignoring how he gawks so intently to every move you desperately and carelessly pondered.

Then you turned to face him, your hands clenched in fists by your sides. The only way to keep yourself grounded.

And you smiled. Lightly bowed. Controlled, but barely. Then you walked away.

This will definitely be a long day.

Now standing close to your camera, you gave yourself a few head and arm stretches. A committed routine you’d never fail to do before the shoot commences. You cower down a little as you have your eye hover on the viewfinder, fingers turning the focus ring slowly, the blur begins to sharpen. You kept going—thoroughly focused, steady and fingers rolling, only you didn’t catch sight of the manly silhouette walking up in front, not until the lens successfully captured the outline of his heavenly figure.

He’s staring at you through the camera.

Popping your head up, feeling much more poised than earlier, you delivered the question that makes the shoot in motion.

“What should I call you?”

One of his brows lifted, “Gguk for you.” He continued to stare at you.

Your heart kicked a little thump, “Good. Short and sweet.” You stared back.

You let him get a good look at you for a few more seconds before continuing.

“Okay, for the first few shots, I’ll let you move on your own. Feel the urges, feel what you’re wearing, feel what moves you. Don’t hesitate, got it?” You bit your lip—bad habit. And immediately regretted it. His eyes immediately dropped down to your lips. You pretended not to notice. But the heat blooming at the base of your neck betrayed you completely.

“Uh, yeah. Got it.”

“Great. Uh, okay, on my count—three… two… one…”

With a gentle press, a crisp click! echoed in the studio.

Both hands in his pockets with visible thumbs, arms a bit stretched and shoulders hump a little forward, legs together, and facing the camera.

Click!

Still the same pose, Jeongguk just leans back and stretches his legs open, his stare intently persisting into the camera. You dropped to your knees—technically for the angle, technically for the shot. But the second your gaze aligned with the open plane of his chest, it felt like something else entirely.

Too close.

Too exposed.

You tried not to look at the way his denim pulled tight there.

Focus.

Focus.

But your hands trembled just slightly as you adjusted the lens.

Click!

“A little closer, please?”

He moved, and for a second, you thought you saw his eyes glinted with mischief.

The clicking sound continued for a few more minutes, before you actually started instructing him your poses. “Now, Gguk, I want you to turn your body slightly—yeah, that’s it. Chin up. Eyes on me.”

He tilts his head, calm and steady. “Like this?”

Trying your best to ignore how his glare gradually darkened the more it lingered.

“Nailed it. Place your arm over… grab the sleeve. Softly, just chilled out.”

Okay, deep breaths.

“Yeah, lift the other hand? Just a flick—like you’re about to say something... but don’t.”

Smirks, fingers half-curled. “Let the look speak instead then, love?”

You’re.

Fucking.

Under.

Pressure.

And it did not help. At all. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.

And you might just have felt a little wetness down there. Just a tiny droplet. Can’t help it. No harm done. Honestly.

Swallows. Cheeks brighter than your lips. Holding your grin, even though you’re about to combust. “Perfect. Hold it.”

Click!

But you’re not gonna let it eat you. Instead, you must play in it.

“Can you loosen the jacket…? Right. Hands rest behind the head, Gguk.”

The faint outline of his abs now much more flaunted. He looked like a rugged angel. You drink back down the saliva.

He’s definitely enjoying this. And you are too. A lot.

And so you got closer. A little bit less than 1 meter away from him.

“Exactly. Bare, unbothered, just laid-back. Let me—them look.” Oops.

Even though his smirk was so faint like a hint, it was still insulting yet somehow addictive to watch. Good thing he kept his jaw relaxed, it could’ve been more damage if he wasn’t. You must keep your hands to yourself. He was not just looking at the lens anymore, it seemed like he was trying to dig through it to have a peek at your pretty flushed face. “Let them stare.” It was a blunt, direct response. To you.

Guess who’s red like the red of Spidee Boy’s bodysuit?

Definitely not you.

And you only have a few minutes left.

Click!

You looked up at him, not through the viewfinder. At him. There’s only one last pose for this fit. So, consequently, you shouldn’t. This was a professional shoot. You shouldn’t. But your fingers moved anyway—slow, deliberate, traitorous. One button. Then two. Then three. Each click like a beat before a crash.

You saw the way he pulled in a breath, deep, sharp, almost ragged, like he was trying to regulate the wild bane inside his chest. His eyes locked on you, burning with a heat so raw it felt like they could tear through the denim top you wore. That stare didn’t just look—it ached. It wasn’t about what was shown, it was about what almost was. That subtle v stroke below the collarbone, the gentle shadow that hovers… an awaiting crescendo of an invitation with not a word spoken. Had he not touch you, nor had said a word… but every etch of your body felt crazed under that gaze, felt the seams of your denim set loosening.

“Okay…” Breath heavy. “Can you lift your arms up for me, Gguk?”

Just a little bit more.

“All the way…” Slowly trailing your words off… deeply intentional. And damn seducing.

Three steps back. You needed them. Each one hurt a little more than it should’ve. He was still watching you, jacket loose, skin exposed, and you hated the part of yourself that wanted to take those three steps forward instead.

You caught the moment Jeongguk’s expression faltered for a split second. Still, he lifts both arms, fingers loose in a carefree ‘V’. His jacket falling open, “Am I doing it right?”

Something is off. You carefully placed your camera on the tripod setup before walking up to him. Tip-toeing, slightly leaning forward, you reached for his fingers, and made a little bit of chest bumping action.

When you glanced at him, his face now facing sideways. I guess, chivalry is still not dead, not at all. But, he gulped. Hard. Hard that made you think there’s a thick bone stuck in his throat. Might as well just a quick tease. One last time. For him and for you.

“Your fingers are not where they’re supposed to be.” Inches away. Hot breath. Goosebumps. Heart beating louder.

Then, you casually made your way to adjusting the look of his huge fingers, like normal, before stepping back—slowly. Even though, your body screamed to stay close. But you forced space between you, because you need it. You have to. You don’t want those people around you to notice how you tried to keep your hands to yourself, and you, in fact, did not keep it to yourself.

He stilled, thinking he might’ve misheard. Though the words were already imprinted in his head. Echoing.

Gaze now steady beneath his adorable fringe, he turned to look at you. “P-Pardon?” It was now his turn to blush.

“You heard me.”

You returned to your position with a shrug, not giving him a chance to properly absorb what those words meant. Jeongguk, on the other side, couldn’t help but be drawn in by the ineffable manner you behave on behalf of his presence—a silent invitation laced in your every word and movement. It ignited the primitive hunger that was building inside of him, pulling him closer with provocation, almost dangerous intensity. Eyes filled in clouded salacity. Temptation.

Of course, you know. It was nothing serious at first. Just a little flirt. Except, it went a little too much. Too much to the point, that even you, yourself, can’t be pulled away from this intervention anymore. But, you know you have to.

You tried to avoid the igniting burn within whenever you’re met with his aching stare. He knows it, and he’s still playing with it. Suppressing what you’re feeling deep down during the whole shoot was unbearable. The pain of control was impossible to ignore.

You know you have to finish this. So you could finally breathe. And so, you did.

“Let’s finish this, shall we?”

A slight nod from him that’s only visible to you, it’s the hesitation. You saw it. Maybe like you, he also didn’t want this to end. Maybe. You smoothly grabbed your camera again.

“Stay like this for a while, hm?”

You barely recognized your own voice—low, tight, nearly breathless. The need to feel in control again. But the way he looked at you, all hooded eyes and barely-parted lips, you knew the truth: you were both hanging by a needle thread.

The white Calvin Klein band clings his lower abdomen, teasing just above the edge of his jeans. At what you aren’t allowed to touch.

Three.

His lip piercing glistened under the studio lights, and all you could think about was how it might feel between your teeth. Maybe you’d tug. Just enough to hurt. Just enough to make him gasp. And lick the blood if it ever seeps out.

Two.

Fuck, these thoughts had your thighs clenching. You just want to sit and grind your wet cunt on his pretty face.

One.

It wouldn’t be about the camera anymore. It would be about everything else you weren’t supposed to want.

You closed your eyes. Mouth parting as you let out a trembled sigh.

God help you.

The restless tapping of your fingers on the table was the only sound that can be heard in the studio. You’re the only one left. You’ve made your decision. That’s why you’re still here, waiting for someone. Waiting for him. Hoping for him to come.

You know, you just can’t walk out of here and avoid to indulge. The urge to get close and touch him is itching your body. Even just for a few minutes. You begged yourself.

Head lowered, palms shaking. You huffed a deep breath. You’re so nervous. Words are jumbled inside your head, you feel like you’re gonna black out, any time soon. You don’t know what to do. But, you have to see him. You just have to. You can still wait. A few more minutes. You bit your bottom lip hard. Just a few more minutes. Please. Please. Please—

“Still biting that lip?”

That deep raspy voice. It’s insinuating.

And it’s driving you insane.

You did not let him utter another word. You pulled him inside a tiny closet then clicked the lock.

Turning around to face him in the dark. “Took you long enough.” Before locking his mouth with desperate hunger.

A contented, muffled moan escaped your mouth. You ached for this.

Receiving the same force, you dipped more into him, claiming any gap left. You found your fingers on his curly locks, it was soft, so soft—that you alternate it by massaging his scalp or tugging it hard. At the same time, Jeongguk placed his big hands on your face, cupping it, before roaming it to your waist, and down to your buttocks, giving it a harsh short squeeze. As he captures your mouth agape, he quickly plunged his tongue inside your mouth, swirling it with yours.

You angled your face so you could feel more of his soft lips onto you. He continues to lap your mouth like he hasn’t drank for ages. You loved it—no. You fucking adored it. A ghost of a smile carried your lips, and he seemed to have felt it. He didn’t just smiled, he laughed and it rumbled deeper inside your mouth. He sounded so damn sexy, it craved your heart. Grabbing your ass cheeks once more, he spreads your legs from it and ups you once. He wants you to straddle your legs on his hips. And you were easy to teach.

Your back gently collided with the door. He didn’t want to hurt you. The tip of both your tongues are kissing one another, and often, he would suck it as he drains the water inside. While you, you let him first roll his tongue around your mouth before trapping it inside, then let your saliva flow on it before slurping it deep.

He loved it. It turned him on even more. And it’s just so appropriate that he lets you do it for a little more.

Jeongguk was the one who pulled away, unveiling a string of saliva that was connecting you both.

“You taste so good—I just don’t want to stop.”

“Then don’t.”

“I just wanted you to hear it.”

And so he did. He lapped up your mouth once more, finding your upper lip first then your bottom lip last. It was now hard, more steamy, sticky, and urgent. Your mouth fit so right on top of his, it has became overly dependent.

This make out session lasted more for a few minutes, and before he could eat your whole face out, a knock was heard.

Your bodies stilled.

“Y/N, are you in there?”

Even so, his jaw was tight as his restraint is teetering on the edge in seeing this post-pleasure state of your face, mouth parted. He didn’t want to stop. He can’t wait long. Drowning you back in his kisses, you melted. But you heard his manager spoke again, calling out your name one more time.

“Y/N?”

You quickly pulled away, a small whine sound left from his mouth. As you quietly jumped back down to your feet, you chose to abruptly face the door.

You knew how Jeongguk wouldn’t stop if he sees this face of yours again.

“Uh, yes! I-I’m here—“ Your body jolted from his sudden grip on your waist. It reacts from his touch, you arched your lower back before you felt him parting your ass apart as he buries his clothed boner inward. “I-I’m just finding some—thing…”

This urged you to wedge your palms on the door to not lose balance. He starts grinding, slowly, up and down.

“Oh, my… s-stop.” You pleaded. “Your manager’s o-on the other side of this d–oor…” Slightly turning to him, slurring your words as you tried your best to be quiet. Drenched in suppressed sweat.

And occasionally, he would bump it hard like he’s thrusting it from the back.

“If you don’t want to get caught, then keep it down.”

Your mounting wetness slowly pools your panty. Thick slick with throbbing desire.

“Y/N, by any chance, has Jeongguk passed by here?”

“Can I take off your pants?”

At the same time.

You are squeezed in. You don’t know who to answer first. You don’t know who affected you most. Fortunately, Jeongguk added another word. It made your decision a little definite.

“Please.”

You can’t speak. You don’t trust your mouth anymore. It can only emit a moan or an abysmal amount of incessant pleas of horniness.

You nod. That’s what you could only prosper. To nod. Eagerly. Repeatedly.

Right after, you feel his arms snake around your lower body, halting above your pants’ button then pulling the zipper down. The pants dropped to your feet, it was loose on you, he took off the one thing keeping them clinging to your hips.

“Y/N, are you still there?”

Shit. You almost forgot about him.

“Oh, uhm—yeah.” Your voice cracked. “So, did you see him?” You can feel Jeongguk listening. “N-No, Sir! He… did not.”

“Fuck. That feels so much better.”

His head hanged low, placed exactly beside your ear like it was his intention. To make you hear him moan. He sounded so pleasured out, that it caused you to rub your thighs together as you clenched tight inside.

“Okay. I’ll be going now, take care.” His footsteps retracting, until its echoes disappeared.

He continued his humping on you. Rubbing faster, he couldn’t contain his head in one place. Faster. Up and down. He placed pecks on your hair all around. Beside your ear. Near your spine. On your other ear. Inches away from your hairline. And on top of your head. He kept repeating it. But his humps got way more faster each time.

“Fuck. Ah. You feel so good. So good. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—“

You scratched your nails on the door, finding an imaginary handle to hold on to.

“Shh, yes. Just feel it. It’s okay.”

He thrusts deeper. His breathing ragged. You can feel his thighs shaking and mantra going sloppy.

“I can’t stop—I-I can’t. I’m almost there…”

He buries his face on your neck. Drenching it with sweat… and tears.

“Fuck, are you crying?”

“Y-Yeah. I can’t help it, Y/N. It feels too good. You feel so good on me—Ah!” His moans got muffled on your neck, sending you another wave of tingling heat that vibrates down to your pussy.

“Then keep going. Go faster. Let me feel your cum.”

His muffled streams of cries and moans went on and louder. His grip on your waist so tight it surely left a bruise. He continues to ram his cock on you so hard and fast it also had your entire body shake.

His continuous “Ah’s” had your body tingling like crazy. So hot. He just sounded so desperate in this fucked out ecstasy. Like he would never stop lunging it in you until you told him to.

You knew he was about to cum as he dugged his face deeper onto your neck. “Fuuuck. God!”

He pulled you in closer to him. Body convulsing as his cum seeps out of his boxers to his gray sweatpants. It left a deeper shade of stain. And your panty was also victimized. In the middle of your ass cheeks that made it looked like piss.

You both laughed.

“That was bad!” It had Jeongguk’s brows furrowed and a little hurt inside.

“What bad?” He was now pursing his lips, pouting.

“You cursed God!”

“Oh! I mean, I kind of agree. Because you gave me a different type of heaven—a heaven that I would much prefer than up there.” He pointed his finger up, snickering.

You both bursted out of laughter once more.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello, people! This is my first ever smut fan fiction. Though, I have experience in writing fan fiction before, specifically Jungkook, but this kind, I haven’t been to yet (your girlie is still a minor that time, so no). This serves as my comeback in writing, since it had been so many years. Hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Lovelots, ggukool. <3