adult movies | kim namjoon

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I nodded meekly.

"H-how did she get you to agree??"

"Your boss is very persuasive...I-I really don't know why I'm getting myself into this."

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The boss signed me up for an acting workshop that the new girls usually have to attend. The bad part was that she sent Namjoon to accompany me. I don't need a baby sitter.

"Are all of these girls in the same industry?" I whispered to Namjoon as my eyes scoped out the room. There were a lot of girls taking the workshop and they all had one thing in common: boob jobs.

"Those are all definitely fake. They look to perfect to be real." It was weird staring at people's boobs but I've never seen some so round before. And then I looked down at my shirt and I was lacking in that department. "Wait...it's not required to get them done right??" I was scared of hospitals and I did not want to get plastic surgery.

"No it's not required. Some just do it because they have low self-esteem. Don't worry, yours are cute."

"Ew," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest, "Don't look at me."

The workshop seemed like a waste of time to me. I didn't see what the point was because all the actors that I've seen can't act anyway. We were taught how to use our facial expressions and when we had to express 'arousal' and 'lust' I just bursted out laughing.

"Eunsol, take this seriously." Namjoon scolded.

"Are you stupid? How can I take this seriously?"

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After the workshop, we went back to the studio and Namjoon told Ms. Im that I wasn't acting professional. When he said that, I slapped the back of his head. Ms. Im told me to take my job more seriously and gave me the script for my first real movie. She told Namjoon to work with me on it and make sure I can remember the lines.

"I have to learn this whole thing? It's my first week here, can't I do something easier?" I complained as I slumped onto the couch in the lounge. It was already 11pm and the rest of the crew has gone home. I told Namjoon that I had to go back home and study for my exams but he said I have to do well for my first film. Ugh wtf.

"I don't like this script."

"What don't you like about it?" Namjoon asked, flipping through the pages.

"Why does everything this company film have to do with school girls? That fetish is so creepy, especially since most of the people who watch these movies are old guys."

"Guys my age like watching those things too."

"How old are you?"

"21."

"So old..." I mumbled under my breath.

"I'm only two years older than you." He glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Anyway, I really don't like this line. I don't want to say 'fuck me harder.' I might throw up if I have to say something like that."

"It's a common line, you have to say it. Let's just read through from the beginning and then we can go home."

I took a deep breath and tried to channel my inner hoe. Ok just try to think of all the smut you've read to prepare yourself for this situation.

"Oppa, are you sure we should be doing this ?"

Namjoon covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. I rolled my script up and hit his head with it. "Why the hell are you laughing at me????"

"N-nothing," He waved his hands and retrained his laughter. "It was cute. It was good. Just continue."

I gritted my teeth and tried to get back into character, "Oppa, I'm kind of nervous." Hey this is basically the kind of scene I did last time.

Namjoon scooted closer to me on the couch and I just widened my eyes and scooted back until I hit the arm rest. "What's wrong? Is this your first time ?"

"Y-yes." I narrowed my eyes at him as he got closer to me. I know that he was supposed to help me run my lines, but he didn't have to go all out.

"Wait why are you--" I tried creating a distance between us but he kept coming closer.

"It's ok, I'll be gentle." He went on top of me and traced his finger from my neck to the top of my jacket, slowly unzipping it. His dipped his head in the crook of my neck and I shivered at the feeling of his breath and his lips that grazed my skin, "Or maybe not so much."

He pushed himself up and looked down at me menacingly, "Look at you right now. I've barely even touched you and you're already turned on." He reached under my skirt and his let his fingers draw circles on my inner thighs. "Say your line."

My eyes quickly flickered to the script on the table and I stammered the dialogue, "D-don't tease me..."

"As you wish." He smiled slyly one last time before his head disappeared into my neck again. I slapped my hand over my mouth as I felt him nipping on my skin. He sucked on one side of my neck and then moved to the other side.

"Don't cover your mouth, I want to hear your voice say my name." He held my wrist and moved it away from my mouth and kissed me.

I managed to gasp once he moved away, but I felt his hands taking off my jacket and finding their way inside my shirt.

He pressed his body onto mine and kissed me roughly, barely giving me a chance to breathe, "Ah. Namjoon."

He got off me and gave me a weird look. I was still trying to catch my breath and wrap my head around what just happened. "You were supposed to say 'Woobin.' The character's name is Woobin." He said, pointing to the script.

I grabbed my red, hot cheeks and zipped up my jacket. "Why did you have to act like that?? Couldn't you have just said the lines?? You didn't have to act it out!"

"You're going to be rehearsing with the actor tomorrow, you can't afford you be nervous. It's a waste of time if we keep having to yell cut and the faster you get through the scene, the sooner it will be over. Over all, I think you're doing pretty well. You should probably work on your kissing though."

"I've only kissed one other guy before. But I still can't believe you kissed me! Now I'm tainted!"

"You looked like you were enjoying it," Namjoon reached his hand forward and poked my cheek, but I just slapped his hand away.

"Never do something like that again! Old man..."

"I'm only two years older than you!!!"

"Whatever, I'm done for tonight. I'm going home." I got off the couch and headed towards the door.

"I can just take you home, it's no big deal."

"No." I said flatly and continued my march to the exit. I heard his footsteps coming up from behind me and I started to blast the fuck out of there

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my friend who works at the airport fucking met the members of bap and helped them buy earbuds I am so pissed