Don't Wanna Cause a Racket
Pairing: Seungkwan x Camerawoman!Reader
Genre: Smut !MDNI!, porn without plot, Racket Boys variety show
Summary: During the filming of Racket Boys, Seungkwan gets frustrated. You help him.
Warnings: Shameless smut, oral sex (m recieving), blowjobs, handjobs, moaning, frustrated Seungkwan is hot af, semi-public, they're in a storage closet lol
WC: 1k ish
A/N: this is my first fic so I'm sorry if it's ass. Seungkwan in Racket Boys is my roman empire, he looks SO FINE.
The squeaking of sneakers and labored breaths fill your ears as four men play badminton. It’s another practice game for the show Racket Boys, and your focus is solely on Seungkwan because it’s your job to follow his movements with the camera, you swear. It has absolutely nothing to do with how the sweat on his forehead makes him look straight out of your a wet dream, how his brows furrowed as he focuses, small huffs leaving his lips when he smashes the birdie across the net (the same sound that he makes when he’s smashing you, not that you notice). And it 100% is not distracting as his slender fingers tighten around the grip of his racket when he makes a mistake, shoulders tensed with frustration as he apologizes to his team. You are focused on Seungkwan's playing, not on the fact that your boyfriend looks tantalizingly attractive when he’s angry. Of course not.
Racket Boys lose the match, the irritation and disappointment clear in Seungkwan's eyes as the coach reminds him that he still has another game to do better. You move your head away from your camera scope as a director signals for a break between matches, immediately making eye contact with Seungkwan. He pulls out his phone as he walks out the room, and soon enough you get a notification reading three words:
storage closet
now
You subtly excuse yourself from the room, another person taking over your camera as you take a ‘bathroom break’. The storage closet isn’t particularly close to the gym, far enough that if anyone needs supplies there's another one closer. You softly shut the door behind you only to be roughly pinned to it the second you turn around. The lips you had seen minutes before scowling were now pressed against your own, releasing pent up emotions that hadn’t been suitable for the camera. Seungkwan bites your lip and drinks in your gasp as he uses the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, hand sliding from your waist to grope your chest. After what seems like both eternity and not nearly long enough his lips detach from yours while panting. “Stupid fucking game.” Seungkwan curses, letting his frustration come to a head. He takes a deep breath as you stand there for a minute, basking in one another's presence. When you shift and feel something poking your hip you make the decision to help ease some of the tension your poor boyfriend carries. You gently roll your hips against his, testing the waters and smirking when Seungkwan releases a shuttered breath. After one last peck to his kiss-swollen lips you sink to your knees, hands teasing his waistband as you look up at him through your eyelashes.
“Fuck”
The one word is all the permission you need as you quickly slide his pants and boxers down in one go, knowing you don’t have much time before people start to look for you both. His dick is fully hard as you spit in your hand and start pumping him, giving his angry red tip a tiny lick before starting to work him into your slack jaw. A groan leaves his lips, low and desperate when you hollow your cheeks, slowly taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth. His hands make their way to your hair as your nose touches his pelvis. You stay there for a second, holding eye contact with him before pulling away for a breath. Then you go all in, quickly bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as spit gathers at the corners of your lips. The breathy moans coming from above you only make you work harder, humming around Seungkwan’s dick when his hand tightens in your hair. “F-fuck baby, just like that.” He stutters, and when your hand starts massaging his balls he finally cracks, hot ropes of cum squirting into the back of your throat, too deep to taste but delicious nevertheless. The string of curses that your boyfriend mutters is music to your ears as you finally pull off his dick, still stroking it with your hand as it starts softening. Seungwan’s labored breathing soon turns into whimpers, overstimulation setting in when you lick the vein that runs up his cock. “You can give me one more, right darling?” You ask as he slowly grows hard again in your hold. “You’re gonna be the death of m-” His voice is cut off with a hiss as you start moving your hand at a brutal pace and harshly suck on his tip. You act like you’re going to start deep throating him again, causing a strangled moan when you instead take his balls into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around them. “Shit shit shit baby fuck I’m gonna cum I’m- fuck” Seungkwan’s voice gets higher and higher with each word. When you move from his balls to lightly nibble his head, he erupts into your waiting mouth for a second time, a pornographic moan filling your ears while salty white liquid fills your mouth. Swallowing, you stick your tongue out for good measure before grabbing some paper towels (perks of being in a supply closet) and gently clean him up, wiping the corner of your mouth while you’re at it. When you finally stand up, you’re met with a soft kiss. “You’re too good to me.” Seungkwan wraps his arms around you and rocks back and forth slightly, causing a giggle to escape your lips. “You ready to kick some ass?” Seungkwan kisses your cheek, “We should get back, don’t want anyone to notice we’ve been gone, even if it’s someone else’s match right now.”
Giving him one last peck you open the supply closet door, “Yeah, wouldn’t want to cause a racket.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows. With a roll of his eyes and small chuckle, the two of you part, returning long enough apart to not raise suspicion before Seungkwan does indeed kick ass, winning his next match by a landslide.
