Pairing: Haechan x Fem!Reader
Contents: Hollywood!au, co-star!Haechan, established relationship, light angst, smut, swearing.
Synopsis: It’s Oscar night, and you and Haechan make a bet - whoever wins Best Actor gets a blowjob.
A/N: As a thank you for 700 notes, here’s the epilogue to Lights, Camera, F*ck You. It’s not necessary to have read the base story, but it will make more sense, especially the part with his father.
“I’m not ready,” you sigh, looking critically in the mirror.
“What do you mean?” Haechan comes up behind you. “You look good enough to eat.” Pretending to growl a little, he presses a kiss to your neck, trailing a finger across the black silk tie of your dress.
“Ah, you’re bad,” you say. Reaching over to the mirror, you pull a length of silk from the dark mahogany frame. You spin, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his crisp white shirt.
“Yeah, but I am going to be taking home that Best Actor,” he says.
“Really?” you say, sliding the tie around his throat and pulling it tight. On instinct, his hands go to your waist, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. “You really think you’ll be able to beat everyone? Timmy, Adam, Joaquin…and who’s that young guy? Shotaro Osaki? Ah, he’s a cutie.”
“Cuter than me?” he pouts.
“Hm,” you hum, walking over to your vanity. It’s been two months since the premiere of your film Cherry Bomb, and you and Haechan decided to date in earnest, after so many months of fake dating to please the studio and the fans. You’re pleasantly surprised that you haven’t killed each other yet - the banter is still good, the conversations haven’t run dry, the sex is still great…maybe too much so.
“You know, my stylist Penny wasn’t happy with the hickies she had to cover,” you say, grabbing your clutch and fur stole from the vanity chair. “She was tutting about how People would have a field day.”
Haechan shrugs. “You’re sexy as fuck and I like your neck. A lot. So what if people know?”