May 20, 2017
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Affaires Douées (M)
word count: 7.4k
genre: smut; CEO!minhyuk
pairing: reader/minhyuk
summary: you’re fashion CEO lee minhyuk’s personal assistant, and in deep denial about your well-reasoned attraction to said man. when he reveals he’s had issues taking care of himself, paired with you seeing him lose his temper in front of everyone, it leads you two to take your business relationship to a more personal level.
a/n: this was inspired by this lovely video which had a yelling minhyuk that had me hot and bothered within seconds. please, suffer with me.
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You loved your job.
It was easy enough that you could handle it with minimal effort yet you knew what you did was vitally important to not only your company, but your boss as well.
Your superior was the CEO of the company, a Mr. Lee Minhyuk. You were his head assistant, in charge of making sure all his meetings went smoothly and on schedule and that he was kept up to date with all the latest events in his company.
The business was fashion, a corporation for a clothing line. Mr. Lee had always had a knack for fashion, always having an innate sense of style that compared to no other. It was fresh, unique and still flattering to many. No one knew if it was because Mr. Lee himself was basically an angel when it came to looks or just because he truly knew how to style clothing, but anything and everything he wore and made was spectacular.
It left women gaping in puddles of their own dribble and drool; how he’d sashay in between meetings to speak with employees and work on ideas. Too many times had your coworkers spoke to you in jealousy of the close proximity you had to the attractive man, wishing they were in your position. You thought they had their heads to far up some lonely women’s sex novel because—as much as they thought it was true—life doesn’t work like they do in those books. The sexy CEO doesn’t fall for his young assistant and love making certainly does not happen in his secluded office in secret.
You stepped into his office for the second time that morning, the first time being to drop off his files needed for the first meeting of the day that was honestly too fucking early in the morning to be legal. Your boss agreed wholeheartedly, wishing his client would’ve been anything, anything, other than a morning person. Minhyuk always made you laugh, hell he made everyone laugh. He was just bubbly like that, capable of making anybody’s day brighter and mood rid of any sourness.
“Mr. Lee, how was the meeting?” You chirped cheerfully, feeling more refreshed after the early morning stresses had passed and you had a cup of coffee already thrumming in your system.
He groaned, letting his head drop to his huge mahogany desk. You giggled at his reaction, knowing he had a tendency to be childish at times but you found it endearing. It made him more human, less like the robot that movies and books paint big shot CEOs to be.
“That bad, huh? I knew it wouldn’t go well, honestly.” Minhyuk brought his head up at that, a sheet of paper sticking to his forehead on the way up and making him go cross-eyed as he looked at it before tearing it off his face.
“If you knew that, why didn’t you say anything?!” Your boss exclaimed, high pitched and almost whiny in a way.
“What good would it have done? Besides, you know how Chae Hyungwon is. It’s his way or no way. I just honestly can’t believe he’s a ‘morning person’. I heard he sleeps like a goddamn rock.”
“He really isn’t one, he was falling asleep for half the meeting!” Minhyuk explained, sounded more frustrated than whiny at this point. “He just likes to have the meetings early so then he can sleep the rest of the day away. I know because his cute little assistant—what was his name again?”
“Changkyun.”
“Ah yes, Changkyun, thank you dear. Changkyun told me to speed it up so he could get Mr. Chae back home in time for something to eat before his nap. I swear, it’s like a child and nanny more than anything else with those two.” You laughed at your boss’s joke, coming up to his desk to hand him his own sugary sweet coffee.
He thanked you and took a sip, head lolling back as he groaned in immense pleasure. The whole thing looked pornographic and if you weren’t so conditioned to his reactions, you’d flush at the action. The first time he’d reacted to your apparent ‘perfect coffee mixing’ skills, you had freaked out. It was too much for you to handle, especially on your first week of working with him and your nerves were already in a tight wad of anxiety from your high position.
“Perfect as always, Y/N. You’re seriously an angel sent from heaven just for me.”
“Oh shut up Lee, you flatter me too much. It’s seriously too easy to please you.” You poked fun at your boss to which he responded with sticking his tongue out at you much like a child would.
“Apparently it isn’t, if last night was anything to go by…” He shared, sipping away at his coffee as if he didn’t just share a piece of juicy gossip from his night out yesterday.
“Wait, you can’t just do that! I want details!” You shouted, taking your usual seat at the corner of his desk. You and your boss were fairly casual with one another, more friends than coworkers. It made things more fun that way, you two weren’t so pressed about formalities and all that. He loved to share things and you loved to listen to good gossip. It worked out beautifully and no one was the wiser.
Well, except for the nosy, jealous women who were sure that your wonderful chemistry with him was due to the fact you were fucking, not because you guys got along so well.
He rolled his office chair up to your corner of the desk, already assuming what you deemed was the “tea-spilling position”. He’d sit back in front of you and you’d rest your legs on the arm rest of one side on the chair. He’d sometimes stroke along the skin of your legs, a soothing touch that brought chills to your spine in a good way.
Raising your eyebrows in a way meant to say ‘well?’, Minhyuk waited a beat before beginning his story.
“It was this guy, amazingly gorgeous everywhere. He was built, handsome, well-dressed and his smile was to die for.”
“Okay so far so good…” You egged him on, wanting the nitty-gritty of the story already. You didn’t even comment on the fact that his prey of the night was of the male variety, knowing full and well that your boss was a man of many tastes, including in partners. He’d slept with women and men alike, not judging them based on their gender but rather their abilities in bed.
(And their fashion tastes but he swears that’s on a professional level.)
“Well we meshed well, danced like horny teenagers at the club and he took me back to his place. It was messier than I would’ve liked but I clearly wasn’t there for the atmosphere.” Giggling at the insinuation, you motioned for him to continue.
“So we’re at his apartment, getting all nasty and I made him come in no time like the goddamn pro that I am. But then, when it came down for me to finish, he’d sucked me off for like two minutes and then complained about how long it takes me! Just because I don’t come like a virgin, I’m apparently bad in bed!”
You could help but bark out in laughter at his night, watching as Minhyuk’s eyes widened with false anger.
“Hey! Don’t laugh! I didn’t even get to come!” That only fueled you to laugh harder, doubling over in your place on his desk. You slapped your skirt covered thigh and wiped away at a tear at the tip of your eyelashes.
Finally subduing your raucous laughter, you caught sight at your boss grinning from ear to ear, finding reactions cute more than anything else, despite the false anger he tried to use earlier.
“Wait, you didn’t even jerk off later?”
“I couldn’t! That’s when Kihyun from accounting called me with that ‘emergency’ which was just him trying to find the papers Jooheon had accidentally tossed out!” He dropped his face into his hands, pouting and squishing his cheeks with his palms. It looked absolutely adorable, despite how sinfully good he always managed to look.
Cooing at him, you petted his hair which prompted him to snuggle his way to resting his head on your lap, much like a cuddly, pouty puppy.
“Aww, poor baby. You just wanted to get your dick wet.” He nodded into your lap and you giggled, loving how touchy-feely he got.
“It hurts so much Y/N, why can’t I just find someone who can take care of my needs?” You chittered away encouraging words to him, telling him how he’d find someone soon enough.
It was normal for you two to be cuddled up like this, especially if Minhyuk was feeling particularly frustrated or if he had alcohol in his system. You liked the skinship; it comforted both of you and sure, a small crush had budded on your employer but you knew it was the most unlikely thing to every come to fruition at your job so you always ignored whatever butterflies stewed in you when things like this happened. But no one else knew of how close you two got and if they knew, they’d certainly confirm any of the rumors regarding you two being together in some way.
That’s why when the sound of knuckles knocking on the heavy mahogany door of Minhyuk’s office, the two of you broke apart in a hurry. The last thing either of you needed were more hushed whispers whenever you two were even in the same vicinity, despite the fact that it was your fucking job to be so close to him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Lee?” Rang a pretty voice, followed by the always gorgeous Hani from the advertising department entering the office. She was utterly gorgeous, and on numerous occasions you wondered what she was doing setting up ads with beautiful models plastered on them when she should be on them herself.
“Sorry for interrupting, but I need your approval on the newest spread. We can’t proceed without it.” Hani stepped up to the desk, handing over what looked like a beautifully done cover for a magazine. Minhyuk had taken it nonchalantly, but you noticed how his fingers lingered on Hani’s own, how she seemed to smile brighter at the contact. You knew it was unintentional of him and Hani was getting her hopes up over nothing, but you couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of jealousy at the touch. You’d literally just been sitting with his whole head in your lap and yet the small, insignificant touch had you swimming in your own thoughts.
“Looks good, an excellent job as always Hani.” He spoke in soft tones, a contrast to his earlier exasperated exclamations when he was speaking with you. Once again, it touched on a sore spot. It was childish and dumb to think this way, he spoke softly to you to from time to time too and either way, this tone was his “business voice”, so why were you so jealous Hani was getting this kind of treatment?
Before you could question it any further, Hani was already out the door and Minhyuk had called you back to finish your earlier conversation. It was short lived, since you had some work to attend to but you promised to return in time to share lunch with him, as per his request.
You had come and gone around the office for roughly an hour and a half, doing what Minhyuk needed to be done along with the few tasks you had to make sure were done for your own sake. After finishing up with the small details you had to relay back to Minhyuk about the partnership with Son Hyunwoo’s modeling agency, you began to strut back in the direction of Minhyuk’s office. It was then that you’d heard some voices, louder than they should be in a work environment.
You perked your head up and looked around for the source of the disturbance, finding your way to the semi-private offices meant for the more “important” employees. What you saw surprised you.
There was Kim Yugyeom, a head for the International Department in the company, standing meekly in front of Lee Minhyuk, your so-called sweet as honey boss.
Usually, Yugyeom was as cocky as can be. He was a pro at his job, young and brimming with potential that he never failed to make use of. He knew how good he was and certainly never let anyone forget it. But here he was, head low and back hunched as Minhyuk stood in front of him, tall and no doubt upset.
It took a lot to upset Minhyuk. He was an understanding boss, always considerate of others and their feelings. Sometimes you thought he was too easy on his employees but his company was a multi-billion international business at this point so he had to be doing something right. People loved him; Hell, people adored him.
So it came as a surprise when a loud yell erupted from Minhyuk’s mouth, nostrils flaring in anger as he shouted at Yugyeom.
“Do you think you own this company? Huh? Your mistake could cost us millions! Fuck, your mistake may cost people their jobs! And you thought you could get away with it? Sweep it under the rug and hope no one would notice!?” Minhyuk was seething, his long digits tight in fists by his side as the veins in his neck bulged out prominently.
It was such a turn on.
You couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t. You’d barely ever seen Minhyuk even the barest amount of upset, let alone ‘yelling in the middle of the office before noon’ angry. Just the sight of his tensing muscles in the damn peach slacks pants he chose to wear today along with the light pastel pink flowing dress shirt made your skin feel warm. He was in the business of fashion, it was his job to look good. You just never thought he could look… this good.
Yugyeom nodded along with everything Minhyuk has shouted at him, agreeing that he’d made a mistake and that it was unbelievably stupid and reckless for him to have done.
“Get out of my sight! I want you out of here!” Minhyuk screamed, his voice bellowing to the point where your bones felt like they were shaking. You felt your core get even hotter at the sensation, wishing he would show himself being more assertive more often.
Yugyeom nearly ran out of there with his tail in-between his legs. He ducked his head and avoided eye contact as he bolted out of the office, leaving Minhyuk there still stewing in his anger.
Everyone was watching him now, still in awe at his behavior. Most people were scared, afraid to be the next one in his line of sight. You, on the other hand, hoped he’d pull you into his office and give you a stern talking to as well.
(And maybe a few spanks for punishment along the way, but you’d never admit that.)
His trained eyes landed on you, looking nothing short of cold as he beckoned you with a finger, motioning for you to follow him as he turned on heel to head to his office.
Was he a mind reader? Could he tell how much you wanted him to ravish and dominate you? You hoped you were better at hiding your feelings than you usually are.
You could hear murmured whispered as you trailed behind Minhyuk, everyone clearing out the way for the two of you. People left and right were saying how you were next, how he was going to make you fix everything and even a few women shared their opinions about how good Minhyuk looked with his eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Reaching his office, he grumbled for you to close the door behind you two and you stood in silence once you did. You could hear Minhyuk’s labored breaths as he tried to calm down, no doubt he was closing his eyes and probably trying to think calm thoughts.
“I can’t believe he was such an idiot!” Minhyuk began, already decided this anger wasn't going to go away just by wishing it would. He turned and faced you, leaning his palms flat behind him on the desk. “He actually thought he could get away with such a stupid, stupid mistake!” His eyes finally met yours as he continued, “He could’ve fucked over a lot of people.” He ran one large hand though his dark hair, disheveling the raven locks as he sighed, exasperated and almost desperate. “He could’ve fucked you over, Y/N.”
“What? Me?” You asked incredulously, what could Kim Yugyeom have possibly done that would’ve backfired on you?
“He messed up the orders, the numbers got screwed up and you had signed for them at the time. It was a mistake on his part but he tried to pass it off as it being your fault. He had the audacity to try and make me fire you, not him.” Minhyuk tugged at his matching peach tie, loosening it around his neck and making him look even sexier than before.
“I’ve never been so angry before Y/N… I don’t know how I’ll be able to calm down after this. I’m just so… fucking upset.” Minhyuk hissed, breathing hard as he relived his anger from before.
It made you feel guilty, how all you could think about was sex when your friend and boss was pissed because of how you could’ve been fired because of someone else’s fault. But he was so damned good looking and his hands kept flexing out of anger and you just wanting those hand on you, in you and—
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Minhyuk asked, his dark eyes back on you as you shook yourself out of your dirty thoughts. You didn’t even answer his question, eyes dropping down to his pink lips as he darted out his tongue to lick them. Minhyuk didn’t let this go unnoticed, realizing the thick air of sexual tension that drowned the room.
Minhyuk chuckled dark, noting how you were still stuck on the sight of his mouth.
“Y/N, you’re my head assistant right?” You were able to register his question and just nodded, your throat too parched to fathom a response. “My most trusted employee, and friend.” Another nod. “You’re supposed to help me with anything I need, anything I want. Right?” This made your eyes drag back to Minhyuk’s own, nodding once more while maintaining eye contact.
“Good, in that case: I want you on your knees. Now.” Minhyuk didn’t even stutter, his body staying perfectly still as you tried to process what Minhyuk had just said.
“What?” Your voice came out, as brittle and fragile as you were sure it’d be like.
“You heard me. Down here, on your knees, right now.” Minhyuk smirked a devilish smile, dripping in dominance as he fully ascertained his role in this situation. You couldn’t think straight, mind clouded with lust and confusion and—
“Did I fucking stutter Y/N? That’ll be five.”
“F-five?” You asked, finally making your legs move and bring you slowly closer to Minhyuk.
“That’s how many spanks you’re at, for now. If you continue to be a brat and not listen or talk back, I’ll add more to your punishment. Now, I’d suggest you to be a good girl and get down. I’m in need of some relief and I’m sure a nosy employee is going to want to stick their nose in our business soon, so get to work baby girl.”
Words weren’t even at the forefront of your mind, still in disbelief that this was all happening. You were sure you had fallen asleep somewhere, maybe on your desk. This entire thing had to be a dream, a fantasy coming to fruition due to the serious lack of sex you’ve had lately.
The thing about your wet dreams though, you never took them for granted. So you obeyed every command Minhyuk spit at you.
Dropping to your knees, you eyed the growing bulge that was certainly not being concealed by his tight slacks, quickly making work of the buttons and zipper and rubbing against the muscle. It twitched against your palm, already feeling so warm and full despite being behind several layers of clothes. You looked up and nearly choked at the sight: Minhyuk eyeing you hungrily and licking his lips, one of his hands coming up to caress your hair gently.
You wasted no time and tugged his pants down, revealing his designer briefs that you knew were hand-picked and one-of-a-kind just for him. You stroked at his cock over the underwear, reveling in the twitching muscle and slowly darkening fabric right at the head of it, the underwear becoming damp with his pre-come.
You reached for his waistband and pulled it down along with his pants in order to get full access to his cock. Minhyuk growled lowly as you fisted at his erection, in awe at just how long and lean he was. Even his cock was pretty; it seriously wasn’t fair.
Thumbing at the flushed rose head, you watched as Minhyuk let his head roll back, clearly still pent up from not getting his proper release last night. Deciding he’d been through enough and deserved some loving treatment, you leaned forward and suckled along the length, wet kisses being planted up and down the sides and bottom of his shaft.
His fingers momentarily tightened onto your hair, making you stop your motions.
“That’s enough teasing, I wanted you to suck me off. As pretty as your lipstick looks peppered on my dick, I’d prefer to have you choking on it instead.” Minhyuk rumbled, his usually peppy voice raspy and low as he tugged your hair with one hand and used his other to guide the head of his cock to your mouth. You pouted your lips and Minhyuk hummed, pleased at your obedience. He tapped his cock against your lips, covering them in a slick film of his release.
He approved of the look before easing your mouth open, pressing his length in and groaning at the velvety feel of your mouth. Once your heated tongue made contact with the underside of him, he lost his resolve and instantly thrusted, resulting in making you gag. Unprepared for the intrusion, you placed your hand on his hip and tried to push off.
“C’mon baby girl, behave. Hands off or I’ll add five more to your punishment.” You listened instantly, still having half a mind to leave your hand there in hopes to get the punishment you were desperately aching for before.
He smirked as he drank in your submission to him, wanting to drown in the power he had over you. Letting his hands cup your face, you prepared for his rough treatment by loosening your jaw and relaxing your throat.
Holding nothing back, Minhyuk began to thrust languidly into your mouth, relishing in the feeling of your throat coming into contact with his head every other thrust. His hand threaded deeper into your hair as he got rougher, the slick sounds of your mouth around him getting louder. If anyone had their ears pressed against the door, they could no doubt hear what you were up to.
You tried to stimulate Minhyuk as much as you could, still maintaining to focus on not choking on his length. Your tongue pressed against him and the feeling made Minhyuk stutter and shudder inside your mouth. He tugged away and the wet squelch as your mouth pulled off him made your core ache for something inside it already.
“So damn good…” Minhyuk mumbled, petting at your hair. “Baby, you nearly made me come with your mouth alone. But that’s not what I want. So get up,” He pulled your hair and you winced at the delicious sting as you gave into his harsh grip. Standing back up on your feet, Minhyuk manhandled you to place your palms on his desk as he situated himself behind you.
“Minhyuk, what are you—“
“Ten.”
You furrowed your brows in frustration at yourself and bit your tongue, forgetting that you weren’t allowed to speak without being told to. Shutting your mouth, you wait as the warmth of Minhyuk’s body leaves you. He had taken a step back and was admiring your body, how pliant you were under his touch and even more so under his commands.
“Beautiful…” He murmured under his breath, returning to you and you began to shake in anticipation as he tugged your skirt up over your hips. You kept your eyes straight, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows and feeling like the whole world could see how depraved you appeared in that moment. The thought should’ve humiliated you but instead it only made your blood run hotter at the thought of being watched.
Suddenly Minhyuk large palm was hot against the skin of your ass as he caressed the smooth surface. He placed his mouth right by your ear as he pressed his body firm against your back.
His breath tickled your ear as he rasped into it, “Count for me.”
You nodded and awaited for his coming impact, still flinching when it came harsh against your ass.
“One.” You hissed, anticipating the next snap of his wrist. Despite preparing yourself, the following spank still made you jolt forward.
“Two.”
Three and four were just as hard as the last two, but when Minhyuk rose his hand for the fifth, he decided it was time to play for real.
Licking the line of his fingers, he brought his hand down—Hard. You yelped at the sensation and felt tears prickle at the edge of your eyes. Shutting them tight, a sole tear wormed its way past your eyelashes and pooled right at the cusp of your cheekbone. You had chewed on your cheek and realized a second too late that you had forgone counting the fifth spank out loud.
Opening you mouth to quickly acquiescence your error and fix the mistake but a slap on your ass that couldn’t compare to others in terms of power and strength landed itself right on the sensitive meat of your thigh, right below your ass cheek.
You felt Minhyuk’s breathe right by your ear, slightly labored with a rasp of his wet throat growling before he spoke, “You missed a number, sweetheart. Looks like we’re gonna have to start all over.” You could practically hear the smirk dripping off his face onto your shoulder as he started off once more.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Even five, you were able to maintain composure and finally move one from where you had fucked up earlier.
Minhyuk was proud, despite increasing his strength with each passing spank, you were handling the pain (and pleasure) well. It didn’t stop you from being a squirming, drooling mess on his expensive more-than-your-yearly-salary desk but you at least managed to tough it out all the way to ten.
He eagerly rubbed your sore ass, the pressure maddening as it only shot sparks of pain up the tendrils of nerves in your spine to the point where you felt tingles in the very tips of your fingers and toes.
You hissed as he continued to knead harshly, the pain becoming a little too much for you to handle as tears slowly pricked along your eyelashes. “M-Minhyuk, enough. I can’t—no more, please.”
It seems that mercy isn’t unheard by your usually compassionate superior, as he let up where he was touching you to instead caress your sides lightly, pulling your blouse a little higher up on every uptick of his strokes.
“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” He hoarsely whispered before you felt his hot length brush up against the bare skin of your ass, the contact searing along the bruised and marred planes. You let your head drop forward, forehead resting on what you knew was a very important file regarding the recall on some slacks that had faulty buttons. It was now glistening with your tears and saliva, probably past the point of saving.
It’s going to be a very shameful walk to Kibum’s office when you’ll inevitably have to go and ask for him to remake them for you.
Clicking his tongue right before pressing a dry kiss under your ear, Minhyuk braced one palm on the desk next to you, caging you in even further. “Now, now; I know you’ll need at least something to prep you, I don’t want to hurt my little assistant, now do I?” His long digit caressed the fabric that covered your core before he slipped it under the side and tugged, revealing your glistening folds to his hand. He brushed along the sensitive skin, making you shiver and bite back a whimper that threatened to escape.
Minhyuk softly reprimanded you for keeping your moans and noises to yourself before he finally dipped in one sole finger, his index you were sure.
He growled at the nape of your neck, his self-control wavering as he began to pump his digit in and out of you, soft sounds of your slickness squelching against him echoing from his hand. “So wet, all this for me gorgeous?”
Minhyuk fucked you open with his finger, your legs feeling like jelly at everything so far. You leaned on the desk for support, knowing full and well that if you relied on your own body, you’d be down on the ground in an instant. Minhyuk seemed to sense this and—as sympathetic as he is—pushed you a little higher up, giving you more space to rest on the top of the desk so you wouldn’t slip off once he began the real fun.
Which was now apparently, since he slipped his finger out and you felt what undoubtedly was the head of his cock.
“Wait!” You managed to squeak out, eyeing Minhyuk from over your shoulder as best you could from your position.
He paused and awaited your response, tapping his foot impatiently by your own legs.
“What about protection, a condom?”
“Baby, you told me you’re on the pill, right?”
You nodded, trying to ignore the protesting ache in your knees and spine from being bent and battered for so long. “Yeah, but how do I know you’re clean? You like to fuck around, it’s our daily gossip.”
“I test myself on the regular, honey. Plus I use condoms whenever it’s not oral sex, I’m not a monster. You’d be the first to know if I caught something, since you’d have to bring me my meds.” He jokingly murmured as he mouthed wetly on your exposed shoulder, having pulled the fabric of your blouse away from your collarbones to reveal the skin there so he could bite and kiss as he pleased.
You huffed a small laugh, agreeing silently because that was completely true. Not only would he have probably cried and griped to you about it one morning but you would totally have to keep him on track with his medication, knowing full and well that he’d never remember to take them if you weren’t around to remind him.
“Can I keep going or…?” Minhyuk’s voice was laced with amusement, his earlier anger and dominance fading as you two brought back your usual witty bantering between one another. You giggled lightly and nodded, bracing yourself with newfound strength as he brought his cock back to where had pulled your panties to the side.
He dipped in shallowly at first, just the tip, letting the head get soaked in your juices first before slowly entering inch by inch, allowing you to get used to his size as he finally bottomed out and stayed plastered against your back. His one hand on the desk visibly tensed as he too was getting used to you, your body enveloping him in ways he’d never felt before.
“God damn, how are you this tight? Fuck—it’s so good, baby.” Minhyuk drawled, his tongue heavy with just how immense the pleasure felt, bound tight in his stomach and spreading out, making his toes curl and breath catch in his throat.
You could only mirror his reactions, feeling your own oxygen halting in the airways inside your lungs from the perfect, perfect pressure his cock was making inside of you. Your brain was mush, the only coherent thought oddly enough being how he was slotting so well inside you, it had to be fate. It was like a lock and key, only one person made to hit every nerve ending inside you.
It just had to be your boss.
Hesitantly putting his other hand on the other side of you on the desk, across from the initial one that caged you in, he shuddered at how you clenched around him as you sensed what was to come. Or who.
“I need to move, is that alright, precious?” You numbly nodded, not even having enough air to back up a simple ‘yes’.
He grunted behind you as he slowly pulled out, every drag of his cock striking something fierce inside you. It’d be one of the few times you’ve had unprotected sex, the sensation something akin to fire burning and humming along every nerve fiber that you were born with. Minhyuk hissed as he reached as far as he could pull out without unsheathing himself completely, dragging the head of his cock right at your entrance before rolling his hips forward in a motion you can only describe as ‘sinful’.
He only gave you a few more languid, slow as the day drones on, thrusts before he deemed you two ready for actual sex and he pulled out, similar as before, but then he snapped his hips forward hard.
The sound resonated in his empty office and you lurched forward from the sheer power behind his thrust.
From there it was just a snowball effect.
One sharp snap after another of his hips had you practically sprawled on the front of his desk, now unabashedly open mouthed over the folder you had hoped you could at least partially salvage.
(Hint: It was completely ruined at this point.)
You wanted to hold back every sinful noise that was erupting past your lips but not only did you know that a punishment was imminent if you did, you also were sure that you didn’t actually have the ability to work your fine-motor skills well enough to shut your damn mouth.
Minhyuk saw no issue with this, fucking the whimpers straight out of you and relishing in just how pretty you sounded fucked out. Your throat was near raw at this point, Minhyuk’s earlier treatment from sucking him off now coming back to haunt you as you tried to function with bruised vocal chords.
Barely registering it, you could hear low mumbles and growls by your ear, accompanied with nimble nips along the shell of it. You couldn’t tell what Minhyuk was going on about but you could hear certain words, like fuck, tight, and baby.
You weren’t sure which buzzword turned you on more.
You felt the familiar pull in your chest, the thin wire-like thread unraveling from the pit of your stomach to the edges of your burning lungs. You knew the edge was so unbearably close, the smallest push from making you fall straight off and face the music; the fact that your way-too-hot boss and semi-best friend was inside you and made you come to the point of seeing stars.
Gripping the edge of the desk, you felt pain from your nails being put under too much pressure but you couldn’t focus on it because Minhyuk was currently plowing into at the speed of light, making you jerk and squirm both towards him and away. Your body couldn’t decide if it wanted more of the toe-numbing pleasure Minhyuk was dealing or if it needed an escape for the stinging slaps of his hips against your ass.
“G-gonna come…” More drool dripped from your mouth as you spoke, desperation clear in your wrecked whimpers. Minhyuk made it his personal mission to make you come even faster the minute the words left your mouth.
He mouthed along the shoulder he had already marred with marks, teeth digging in the very peak of your bones as he pushed your back down to plow deeper inside you. You weren’t even sure what the fuck he was hitting but it was like nothing you had ever felt, even with your best lover or vibrator.
The shocks were traveling in bite size murmurs across the span of your skin, leaving you shaking and breathless as your climax washed over you. It wasn’t as harsh as you expected, the painful overstimulation you braced yourself for never came.
Instead, it was slow, dragging. Like you were submerged in a tank, but weightless at the same time. It was like the ocean, waves of foaming pleasure racing over you, over and over and over again. You were sure you had come twice in a row, there was no way it’d last this long otherwise.
In reality, Minhyuk was slowly pumping into you as he felt the pressure of your walls clamboring around him, making his cock twitch as he came closer to coming. When he felt the pressure build too much, he pulled himself out with a lewd sound and took his length in hand, pumping in tandem with his previous pace.
Using your slick to speed his hand up, he came over your ass, the sticky-hot release either soaking the fabric of your underwear if it hit there or coming down in slow tracks until they dripped off the edges and onto the expensive hand-woven rug underneath you two.
It was a $200 million dollar, one-of-a-kind rug that was gifted to Minhyuk by a business partner in some part of Asia.
What a way to go, you thought as you dropped boneless on Minhyuk’s desk. You could hear his panting, heavy; the sound of fabric rustling along with a zipper telling you that he’d already tucked himself back in.
What made you make a move though, wasn’t that this was all finished, that he was cleaning up already and you two needed to fix yourselves up before someone came in.
No, what made you move was the sound of a phone camera clicking, along with unmistakable blinding white light that was no doubt the flash of a camera.
You shot up instantly, regretting it almost immediately as your bones and muscles ached and protested from the sudden change of posture. “What the fuck Lee?!” You turned, forcing your come-covered rear to rest at the edge of the desk you were originally plastered onto.
He only responded with a shrug, already tugging his haphazard clothes with a few tugs and smoothing down the wrinkles on the silk shirt. “Looked good, it inspired me.” He smirked and handed you an expensive handkerchief.
Yet another gift from a partner. Or maybe from a client, you weren’t too sure.
“Inspired, my ass. I better not see that on any of the PowerPoint presentations at the meetings; or worse: at the company Christmas party. I swear to God Lee Minhyuk,” You stopped to wipe at yourself and pull your skirt back down over your thighs. “If I see that shit blown up with shitty Christmas themed clipart and horny elves, I’ll execute you myself and take over this company. God knows I’m the only reason it stays afloat…”
Minhyuk only laughed at your accusation, quelling your thoughts by simply finding the picture ‘aesthetic’, whatever the fuck that meant to your boss.
You two cleaned up and made the area decent in time for Hani to walk in, not even knocking this time.
“Excuse me, Mr. Lee?” She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the door frame, eyeing between the two of you warily. He beckoned her with a finger, the same one he had buried in you no more than twenty minutes ago.
She stepped forward, beginning to bat her eyelashes and asking about some article that was supposed to boost revenue ten-fold, no doubt also trying to snag a good spot in Minhyuk’s books as well.
As Minhyuk seated himself at his desk, he listened intently, eyes darting over every few seconds to watch you try and fix your clothes in the background.
“By the way sir, if it’s not too wrong of me to ask: are you alright? You had quite an… outburst out there, if I do say so myself.” She tried to flip back her short locks, simultaneously flirting and getting a fill for the water cooler gossip once she stepped out.
“Oh trust me, I’m feeling much better now, thank you.” He grinned in your direction like a madman, making Hani look over her shoulder to where he was looking. You adverted your gaze and suddenly found something interesting to look at on the wall, making Hani squint her eyes suspiciously and snap her gaze back at Minhyuk, whose visage returned to his normal, professional look.
Hani tsked at the small revelation and hummed a goodbye, thanking Minhyuk for his time but not before stepping forward to bow gracefully. Stepping straight into the small puddles of come that still clung to the heavy-woven fabric at the top of the rug. The way it was crocheted, it made it so the come didn’t soak through but instead remained ambient on top of the swirled golden patterns.
She heard something give under her, a small squelched of the fluid being pushed between the threading and her expensive heels. Hani took a small step back and looked down at the noise, Minhyuk not even flinching at being caught, while your eyes were bulging out as she inspected the rug.
Her face showed too many expressions at once, surprise, realization, horror, disgust and jealousy, along with something that seemed like confidence. Probably because she had the dirt of the century. You tried to train your face into something professional, trying to not give away your filthy, filthy secret.
Unfortunately, there’s a reason why you majored in business and fashion, not acting.
Hani looked up at you, huffing a small laugh and waving goodbye before striding out of the room. No doubt she was practically sprinting to the girls in reception to chatter their ears off.
“Great, now she thinks we’re fucking.” You sighed and let your body sag in resignment.
“I’m pretty sure we just were, Y/N. Unless you call it something different from where you come from?” He chittered all types of giddy, like he hadn’t fucked you sore and hadn’t practically scared off Yugyeom and half his other employees just a little bit prior.
You shook your head and sat carefully in the cushioned sofa he had against the wall, trying to ease off your tender ass and sit more on the meat of your thighs. “Jesus, ‘Hyuk, where’d you learn this ‘Fifty Shades’ shit?”
“Precisely there, my dear.” He folded his hands on top of his desk, looking like the poster boy for the word ‘smug’.
“Bull, you hate that book series because it glamorizes everything.”
He laughed, caught in his lie and waved his hands in your direction, “Okay, okay. So I might’ve got it a little from a few escapades with a couple of people, it’s something I’m learning in the new self-discovery path I’m taking in my sex life. Didn’t always agree with my partners though—it’s so hard to experiment with one night stands.” He reached for his probably freezing cold coffee mug that was perched precariously on the corner of his desk. How it hadn’t tumbled over or fallen off during the rousing round of sex, was beyond you.
“Care to be my guinea pig, dear?” He asked before sipping ominously, his eyes dark and boring into yours from where they showed above the lip of the mug.
You scoffed and rubbed at your still slightly-trembling thighs, the high still looming over you. “After that? I’m a little afraid to ask what more you have plotting in that evil, evil mind of yours.”
He chuckled darkly into his coffee, smile dripping in a menacing way that had you shaking in your designer heels.
A gift, from none other than your considerate boss.
“Just you wait baby, we’re just getting started.”
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Lights, Camera, Action! (M)
word count: 4.7k
genre: smut; movie star AU + actor!hoseok
pairing: reader/hoseok
summary: you were just a small town actress who’d been picked up for a big movie starring you and award winning actor shin hoseok. turns out, there’s quite a steamy scene that you two must take part in and you’re more than nervous about it. luckily, hoseok is a professional and he isn’t afraid to help you out.
dedicated to: my valentine, @wonholypeach who isn’t feeling well after her surgery and needed a pick-me-up. enjoy and please get well soon love! ♡
a/n: just a disclaimer i did minimal research on actual movie sex scenes & have very limited knowledge on this so this is definitely not realistic.
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Day 47 on set and you were dead tired.
You were a small-town actress, trying desperately to make it big. You had gone through drama all throughout your school years, doing Community Theater once you graduated and even moving on to some bigger venues as your name finally began to reach further than the claustrophobic confines of your home town.
As time progressed, your hope in your dream of being a big shot actress began to diminish. Your roles were minimal, some lead roles but at small productions which essentially meant they were worthless. You thought about giving up altogether but one day, your dream became a reality. Or at least, it started its slow incline to where you wanted it to be.
An independent director had approached you and offered you an audition of a lifetime, a movie that was in the works about a male hitman who takes his target instead of killing her, becoming smitten with her and ends up doing anything to save her life. It was an interesting enough plot and the money offered to be on it was nothing to shake your head at. At the audition, the movie was better explained to you and it had been revealed that the male actor had already been casted and was apparently some big shot name. You honestly didn’t care about who was your co-star, wanting more to actually achieve the lead role rather than work with some hotshot.
You auditioned knowing that there would be some tasteful nudity, as at one point the male and female leads get consumed in the throes of passion at what they believed was going to be their last night together. It was nothing you couldn’t handle, you were a big girl and certainly not a virgin both in real life and in the sense of acting. So you took the entire audition in stride, knowing you probably had mediocre abilities compared to some others that were competing against you. It wasn’t like you were terrible but you certainly weren’t big screen material.
So when you received the news you had gotten the role, you honestly couldn’t believe it. You tossed and turned in your bed, wondering what it’d be like to work on a real movie set with extras and expensive props and some big star right next to you. Your co-star was supposedly one of the last things you worried about but in reality, you were dying to know who you would be having on-screen sex with. Hopefully he was good looking or at the very least respectful of you. After all, it wasn’t like the two of you were actually going to have sex.
Shin Hoseok.
Otherwise known as “Sin Hoseok” because of how criminally attractive he is, both in terms of body and face. He was a big name, everywhere. When you arrived on set to find out he was the big shot who was going to be your co-star, you nearly fainted. This was the guy you’d freak out over when he would have shirtless scenes on the big screen, countless fans swarmed the full-sized posters of him just to take pictures and post them online, tagging his social media and hoping they would be noticed by him.
Not only was he killer hot, he was known in the industry as a sweetheart, a true gentleman. Everyone who’s ever worked with him has only had good things to say about him and his utmost respect for everyone in the business. He has even thanked the “nobodies” of the crew, small production managers and stylists, the people who are forgotten amongst the big stars who were actually on screen on award shows. He truly had a heart of gold and people knew it.
First day on set and you were speechless. The entire production was breath taking and so much more different than the little ones you were used to. There were big tables filled with snacks and drinks, people running around with coffees and lights and racks of clothes. It was a little overwhelming at first, especially when a short but equally as cute boy came up to you with a nametag that read “Changkyun” had told you he was your personal assistant. You never had someone be your assistant before, what would you even have him do? But he quickly reassured you, his deep voice calming your frazzled nerves as he explained how he could get you things you needed or if you wanted a break or if you just needed someone to take you away from the set for a bit. You thanked him in advance, finding his companionship nothing short of comforting, his charm being something you grew to enjoy as time passed on the film.
Meeting Shin Hoseok was an experience in itself, he was even more glorious in person. His skin literally glowed with youth and you were a tad jealous of just how fit and handsome he managed to be even without trying. He had greeted you with a warm smile and wished you two the best of luck in the production, wanting this to be a true stepping stone for your career. He was just as sweet as the articles said, even more so if that was even possible.
You two got along well, chemistry well bonded for the film. Despite your amateur status and obvious nerves getting to you, you had done well your first few takes. Enough so that both the director and Hoseok complimented you, making your confidence grow in your ability to act.
The movie was doing well, very little drama on set and you had grown so close to Changkyun that you thought of him as a good friend at this point. Everything went smoothly, scenes being shot on different venues and sets just fine and you enjoyed yourself along the way.
But at the end of the day, work is work. And work is exhausting.
So we return to where it all began, day 47 on set and you were dead tired.
But nothing brought your mind out of the muddled state it was in faster than the words that came out of your director’s mouth at the end of the shooting schedule.
“I’m sorry, what?” You had asked, taking a verbal double take in disbelief.
“The sex scene, it’ll be filmed tomorrow. Just thought I’d give you a heads up, even though the stylists can help you get prim and proper, I’m sure you’d like to take care of some things on your own.” The director, Chae Hyungwon, had expressed.
You still were in shock, mind reeling at a hundred miles an hour at the mere thought of having on-set sex with Hoseok.
“You did know this was going to happen, right?” Hyungwon asked and you nodded in response, still a little numb in the toes. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing major. Since the film is rated NC-17 for violence and sexual content, there will be some nudity but it’ll be tasteful, I promise. Also, Hoseok is not only a professional, but he’s also a gentleman. He’ll guide you through it as smoothly and painlessly as possible. It’ll be awkward at first but you’ll do fine, I’m sure.” Hyungwon ended with a smile before an assistant came to tell him something was going on with a shot that he should see. He excused himself with a smile and pat on your shoulder, reassuring you.
Today was the day, you had already freaked out over it the precious night, shaving and moisturizing every inch of your body until you deemed it feminine enough to be put on film. You had also judged your body in the mirror, worrying if you were in enough physical condition to be considered attractive. But all those thoughts were thrown out of your mind and left a blank slate when you walked onto set that morning to find Shin Hoseok wearing nothing but a fluffy white robe, skin stark in comparison as it peeked out from the bottom and neckline of it.
He caught your eye and smiled at you, grin wide and bright, and suddenly all your nerves calmed down and your shivers were brought to a gentle tremor along your bones. It was comforting to be doing something like this with someone like Hoseok. You were sure he’d be nothing short of helpful today.
Changkyun stepped in front of you and cut off your field of vision from Hoseok, your attention now on him.
“Alright, it’s game time man. The bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded and—“
“Changkyun, what are you fucking saying?” You interrupted his rambling.
“C’mon Y/N, just trying to lighten the mood. This scene has been coming for a while now. Ha, no pun intended.” He paired the terrible joke with a set of finger guns pointed at you and you rolled your eyes as hard as you could. “It’s gonna be intense though, I mean, it’s always meant a lot if the director wants the act to be this up close and personal. Usually it’s just easy shots of bodies moving and some good camera work, but whew! You two are gonna get close.” Changkyun spoke, his words making you nervous once more.
“But hey, you’ll be fine! It’s a closed set so it’s only gonna be a few people here. I’ll be here cheering you on to get your metaphorical rocks off, Hyungwon will call out things for you two to do and the camera people will get all the best bits. Plus you’ll have your stylist right there with a robe for as soon as you’re finished.”
You nodded and tried to swallow down his words, hoping it’d be enough to keep yourself composed throughout this scene. Changkyun stepped off to the side and you finally met in the middle, in front of the bed for the set, with Hoseok.
“So…” You tried to drum up casual conversation, not knowing how to keep the fact that Hoseok was dead nude right under that robe from spilling out in uncontrollable word vomit.
Hoseok chuckled and he reached for your hand, his large and warm palm cradling your own. His voice was a low baritone, slow and hypnotizing in its slow drawl into your mind.
“Don’t be nervous. We’ve done well together so far, yeah?” He asked with a coy smile, making you smile and nod at his natural ability to flirt even without trying. “This will be just as smooth as all our other scenes, I promise.” He brought your hand up to your mouth and pressed a chaste kiss to it, lips lingering over the skin as his breath hovered in hot puffs. You met his eyes and a spark ignited in you that suddenly made your anxiety turn into anticipation for what was to come.
“Alright people! It’s time for the set to be closed so if you’re not a camera person, a stylist or approved staff, get out!” Hyungwon shouted, making several people scurry and scatter out the doors as Changkyun and Hoseok’s assistant whom you knew only a name of, Jooheon, closed the doors behind the last few who left.
Hyungwon called for final touches to be put onto the set and for equipment to be set up around the two of you.
“Well, it’s time. Shall I go first or do you want to do the honors?” It took you a minute to realize he was asking who should strip themselves of their robe first. You looked at him in disbelief, still not caught up with the fact that you only had on a pair of nude underwear while he most likely had some sort of sock for modesty under the robe.
He chuckled again and bit his lip, not so subtly checking you out before diving straight in. He grabbed the “rope” of the robe and tugged it open, dropping it down on the floor almost ceremoniously. You quickly averted your eyes, not wanting to accidentally catch something with your eyes. You knew that usually in productions like this, an actor would wear a “sleeve” or “sock” over their manhood but the director called for full-frontal male nudity, with only top sight for the woman. It’s supposed to show his “vulnerability and ability to show himself fully to his new-found lover. It’s about trust.” at least, that’s what Hyungwon had said he was trying to portray.
You gulped loudly, head tilted back as you took in the ceiling of the set instead of the very naked and attractive man in front of you. He hummed for a moment and you heard some shuffling which you assumed was staff setting up the last of the scene’s equipment. To yourself, you thought how funny it was that the most important piece was right in front of you, dangling in-between Hoseok’s legs. Trying to muffle a laugh, it failed as Hoseok looked at you strangely and down at himself.
“What? Is it really that bad?” He asked, inspecting his body to see if it was still up to par, like the magazines say. You quickly back track, shaking your hands in front of you and forcing yourself to look into his eyes and nowhere else. Especially not his flawless skin and strong set of arms that looked like they were made to toss you around.
“No! That’s not what I was laughing about, trust me. It was stupid and I’m stupid and god you’re really handsome. I mean—you’re… I mean, I—“
Hoseok laughed, outright laughed and it rang beautifully against your ears. It nearly made you forget the lack of clothing in your vicinity.
“You’re too cute, you know that? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging here.”
You really wished the scene leading up to this one was filmed together, because then it’d just be tearing off clothes and kissing and it’d look real and be more comfortable. But apparently these type of scenes have to be filmed individually, because shots are so crucial and the editors have to be overly critical to make sure everything is still in good tastes. So even though you’ve already kissed Hoseok’s perfect lips and he’s already stripped your shirt off your body before kissing along it, it was now where it truly felt intimate.
One deep sigh later, and you steeled your nerves, telling yourself I’m an actor, damn it, this is gonna happen and I need to suck it up. You finally tugged off your own robe, everything out there for the world to see except your nether regions, a thin and seamless pair of nude underwear clung to your hips to simulate actual skin.
Hoseok was a professional, had seen plenty of celebrities naked, on and off set. He was probably used to seeing glamourous bodies in tip-top shape and yours most likely couldn’t even compare with them, but then you finally looked up and caught Hoseok blatantly checking you out, his body already reacting to the sight in front of him. He smiled smugly and met your eyes, “I’m glad I’m doing this scene with you, because then I don’t have to fake anything.” The words made your jaw drop, confidence oozing off every last one of his syllables.
Hyungwon called for the respective stylists to do final finishing touches on the two of you now that your robes were off while he toyed with some camera angles in the background. Your stylist was a female and Hoseok’s was male, for comfort purposes. Wendy tended to you well, fixing your hair and adding a little more blush on your face to simulate arousal while Hoseok’s stylist, Kihyun, had brushed on a little bit of powder on his body and accentuated his already prominent muscles.
You couldn’t help but let your eyes trail over his body, tantalizing muscles pulled taut all over. “He’s good looking, huh?” Wendy whispered as she finished up contouring your chest to make it perkier looking. You could only nod as Kihyun finally pulled away from his body and gave you a full sight of Hoseok’s pride, already half-hard from what you assumed was the sight of you.
Hoseok made eye contact with you that you thought was going to last forever until Hyungwon yelled from the front of the set once more.
“Alright people, let’s get in our places! Y/N, you can go ahead and lay on the bed with your stomach up. Hoseok, stand right in front of her, we’re gonna get a few shots from this scene so try not to move too much.”
You began to move towards the bed, the clear sounds of cameras shifting around to accommodate the placement of the two of you. Before you could fully seat yourself on the bed, Hoseok tugged on your arm a little, making you look back at him.
“Listen, you can call cut or stop at any time if you need a moment, okay? This is gonna get weird and touchy and intimate, especially since there’s full-frontal from me. Just know that I’m a serious actor, I do everything realistically. That being said, I’m sorry if I make you uncomfortable for… expressing myself, as tamely as I can put it. At the very least, I hope you understand I have very genuine feelings so a lot of what I say or do will be real.” Hoseok murmured, low enough so the crew couldn’t hear but you heard all too clearly. It was sweet how he was giving you an out but what had he meant when he said he was a “serious actor” and this was all “genuine”?
Before you could get a chance to ask him, Hyungwon was already calling action! from his director’s chair and you were forced to keep your mouth shut as you just laid on the bed. Half of you was worrying if you looked good enough, wanting to still keep your pride as an actress and not end up on some shit list of actors in sex scenes that looked terrible or something like that. The other half of you was entrance by Hoseok’s ability to switch gears, his once low and dulcet voice now groaning softy has he let his hand trail over his body. The camera behind you two was moving deftly, catching multiple angles of Hoseok’s hands hovering over his chest and abdomen.
His eyes bore into your body, grazing all over every inch of you and you involuntarily licked your lips at the sight. Hoseok bit down on his lip and you heard Hyungwon saying something in the background but tuned it out due to the loud pounding of blood in your ear drums.
Next thing you know, Hoseok is pumping himself right in front of you. And the sight damn near makes you cream in the flesh colored panties they made you wear. You wonder if it was visible how wet you were getting just from Hoseok doing this to himself.
The production was a long process, Hoseok continuously fisting at his cock as Hyungwon kept calling for different angles to be shot of the same scene. All the while, you were just getting hornier and hornier from him touching himself to the sight of you. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hyungwon called for the scene to proceed.
Hoseok was crawling over your body, kissing along your legs as he ascended to your face, breathing out a soft relax against your lips before taking them into what you thought was one of the most passionate lip-locks in your entire career. Hell, the most passionate in your entire life.
He moaned against your mouth as his warm palm cradled your thigh, hiking it up in what looked to the camera as a motion of entering you. You knew you had to play up the sensation and were ready to fake some sort of reaction but then you felt his solid hardness grind up against your clothed core and you let out a moan while your body arched up to feel more. It was completely natural and you realized what Hoseok had meant when he said this was genuine feelings he was playing into.
Hoseok’s hand brought your leg higher, latching it around his hip and you hooked it around his body to bring him flush against you. Hyungwon told you two to hold your position as the crew readjusted some lights and cameras.
This was the awkward part, having to act normal despite the clear arousal sticking in your underwear and Hoseok’s prominent member pressed up against said underwear. His face was hovering over your own, already a thin sheen of sweat covering his frame. He smiled softly at you, a tad gentler than you expected in this kind of situation. A small peck to your lips told you there was a little more than just professionalism at play here and suddenly you felt so much more comfortable with him, happy to be able to not only share your first big screen movie with him, but also your first true sex scene.
Once more, action was called and you two were back into it. Bodies grinding against one another, panting breaths into each other’s mouths in-between long, languid kisses. You fisted your hands in his hair and pulled, bringing your own dominance into play. Hoseok groaned at the feeling and growled against your neck, thrusting once particularly hard against you, the motion leaving you aching for more.
But then Hyungwon decided to call cut, asking Hoseok to step back so they could shoot just you for a second. Hoseok kept his grip on your legs and he pulled his body back, allowing a camera to shimmy in and catch a good shot of you on your back.
The entire scene wouldn’t last long in the actual film, but the actual process felt like ages. And suddenly you had stage fright because a camera was all in your face and you were supposed to look like you were being pleasured to no end.
You stuttered out moans, trying to sound genuine but your fear shown through nonetheless. Hoseok felt your immediate nerves and began to massage circles into your legs, keeping maintained breaths behind the camera. Despite the comforting touch of Hoseok, you still felt unbelievably scared and before you knew it, Hoseok had called for a cut.
Hyungwon understood the situation, seconds away from calling cut himself to try and get you to calm down before continuing the scene.
The camera man backed away, Hyungwon calling for a two minute break and telling staff to reset the equipment for the next few scenes. In the time being, Hoseok neared you again, your body still flat on the mattress of the hotel room set you two were in.
“Hey, what did I tell you earlier? If you don’t feel comfortable, call cut.” Hoseok scolded you, worry evident in his features.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to put anything on hold. We’re already struggling because of what an amateur I am, the last thing we need is for me to make things take even longer than they should.” You apologized, eyes looking anywhere but him because you were sure there was disappointment waiting for you.
But then his fingers were at your chin and he forced your vision back onto him and his eyes were nothing but soft and caring.
“I’m going to help you through these scenes, okay? Just trust me, I’ll get you there.” Hoseok murmured, a double meaning evident in his words.
Hyungwon asked if everything was okay and Hoseok responded for the two of you with a nod, bringing the camera crew back in and raring to go. You exhaled and prepared yourself, wanting to make a convincing performance in the least amount of takes so you could get out of this quickly and go to your trailer to wash the straight sin off of you.
When Hyungwon called action, the last thing you had expected was Hoseok’s fingers brushing against your core, grazing the soaked fabric with hot touches. The action made you exclaim, a high fuck followed by a moan that, judging by the crew’s reaction, was exactly what the scene called for. Hoseok smirked at you from behind the camera man and continued his fleeting touches, every so often putting a little more pressure on where you need it most. It had only been a few minutes and Hoseok had you a writhing mess on the bed, the camera eating up every one of your genuine reactions before Hyungwon called for the finale between the two of you.
Hoseok positioned himself back on top of you, bringing your leg back to where it was before and simulating as if you two had never left the previous scene. The minute Hyungwon called to start again, Hoseok held nothing back and began to grind against you. The feeling of his throbbing cock against you had you reeling, hiccupped moans leaving your mouth as Hoseok ravished your neck. You grabbed purchase of whatever you could, scratching his shoulders and back in the process.
No one said a word, the set dead quiet except for the sex sounds coming from the two of you. A small whirring told you cameras were zooming in, getting the shot up close and you realize that it’s time for what would be the climax. Except you two were actually nearing your own releases, the scene long forgotten in the heat of the moment.
It seemed like Hyungwon let you two continue for either your own selfish purposes or because it looked good as a scene but Hoseok didn’t stop for anything anyways, hips powerfully crashing into yours as the very head of his cock continually brushed against your clit. The pressure was maddening, the edge so very close.
Hoseok wrapped both your legs around himself as he grinded even harder, small whines leaving his mouth as he finally took you in another kiss. You moaned loudly, sudden pleasure overtaking you as he pushed you over the edge with a hand on your breast, tugging on your nipple.
Hoseok followed suit, burying his face in the crook of his neck as he came undone, releasing on your stomach in long, thick ropes. He groaned against your ear, body pressed against your own as you two tried to regain your breathing. Hoseok pulled away to kiss you softly, hand coming up to cradle your face before Hyungwon called cut.
Hoseok looked down at you and all you could do was smile, not even phased by the fact you just had a very real orgasm with award winning actor Shin Hoseok on set for your first ever real movie. It was like a dream, one you never wanted to wake up from.
Hyungwon called for the stylists to cover you up and saying that the scene was a wrap for the day, having been satisfied with both your performances. You face turned red and you couldn’t look Hoseok in the eye as Wendy came at you with your robe. Changkyun followed behind with a box of tissues and a shit eating grin plastered on his face. You took the tissues gratefully but still murmured shut up while you wiped away at the smeared release on your abdomen. You looked over to Hoseok who was in no better condition, his back facing you but ears clearly red from where you stood. His arm showed his movement as he cleaned himself off as well and you took a moment to admire the fine rear that the man had on him. You wondered how good it’d look on the big screen, how wet it’d make every girl in the theater.
How jealous they’d be that you got this close to him.
Afterwards, the movie shooting went on without a hitch. The premiere was booming, people shouting you name left and right, taking interest in the new girl on the scene. Interviewers asked about the sex scene, wondering if it was as hot and steamy as it looked or if it was just as awkward as countless other sex scenes with actors of all different calibers had shared before.
You decided to never make a comment on those questions, leaving it up to the viewers to decide just how steamy it had been.
As a hint, several photos had been released along with alleged dating rumors between you and Hoseok, shots of you two doing things in places you shouldn’t. Which promoted the idea that maybe you two did enjoy that scene more than some of your celebrity counterparts.
One of those photos was at the premiere of the said movie, but you’d never confirm that.
1st Win | Hoseok | (M)
word count: 3.7k
genre: smut + fluff; idol-verse + established relationship
pairing: reader/hoseok
summary: monsta x has just had their first ever win on a music show, and you’re too happy to celebrate that achievement with your boyfriend, who’s a part of said group.
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You all were at the edge of your seats, hearts pounding so hard that it was a collective beating in the background. Blood thrummed so loudly in your ears it was almost impossible to hear the TV audio despite the deafening silence on the other end. Anxiety pooled in your stomach as the tension grew thicker, suspense growing as the announcer began to say the words:
“MONSTA X!”
Everything was a blur.
You knew you screamed, you remembered hugging some girls and guys in the room. You recalled seeing the boys on screen with their jaws slack and tears gushing out of their eyes. But honestly, it was like a fever dream.
Almost like it wasn’t real. Though you knew it had to be because you pinched yourself to make sure your mind was playing a cruel game on you. The last thing you wanted was to wake up in your bed next to your boyfriend, Hoseok, and have to explain to him why you were crying.
It was long overdue, this win. The boys of MONSTA X had been through several comebacks and albums, always improving as each month passed. Every single time they released new music, they raised the bar. But people still failed to give them the attention they deserved. Even with records in VLIVE, ISAC and appearing in almost every variety show known to man, the world still refused to see the light that shown from every glowing member of the group.
That is, until they began to take off their clothes. Then suddenly the world began to pay attention.
It made your boyfriend very vulnerable, being commonly seen as “the body” of the group. It wasn’t an easy role to live up to and honestly you hated it. He was constantly dieting, living off a strict regime of workouts and protein shakes mixed with too many disgusting vitamins.
But it made him happy, to receive so much attention and love. He loved to be praised. This award gave him the most fulfillment he’d ever felt. Other than being with you, of course.
You watched as he broke down in tears, thanking his mother on camera and bowed as low to the ground as he could possibly go. He’d sink underneath the floorboards if he could, just to express his gratitude. The boys were just so happy to have finally met the far-too-high standards they put themselves under.
You couldn’t stay to greet them when they returned, having to help a friend whom was drunk and lost in a bar. You cursed them for doing this to you on such an important night and you cursed yourself for being too nice to say no and find some other solution to the problem.
You told one of the staff to let the boys know you were really proud of them and that you’d see them another time to properly give your congratulations.
It stung a little when you watched their broadcast sometime later in the night, it had to be around 1 AM when you finally showered and laid down in your bed. They were still teary eyed and sniffling but they managed to look beautiful all the while. You were honestly a twinge jealous at how naturally pretty they were. You teared up again when Hoseok spoke and smiled fondly at the others. How you wished you could’ve been there to hand him tissues and soothe his hyperventilating breaths and cute little hiccups.
Just as you had finished the video and kissed the screen goodnight, imagining it was Hoseok, someone knocked on your front door. You shot up from your bed immediately. There was no one who’d be coming around at this hour and your only close friend who who maybe pull something like that was drunk and passed out on your couch.
You got out from under your covers, pulling down the bottom of Hoseok’s black hoodie you stole over your underwear and stepped out of your bedroom. A quick scan told you your friend was still well knocked out, body not moving even an inch from where you dropped it off nearly 2 hours ago. Are they still alive? You wondered before another few knocks brought you back to the situation at hand.
Could it be a creep roaming the halls of your apartment complex? Maybe some drunkard who lost his way, much like your friend? What if it was some guy who followed you home, wanting to take advantage of your friend after seeing the state she was in?
You shook the thoughts out of your head, clearly being paranoid. It was probably some pizza delivery guy, getting the wrong door. It’s happened before so it’s not hard to believe.
You peeked into the peephole at your door and nearly screamed before remembering the hour and your friend so you covered your mouth with a sleeved hand and quickly unlocked the door.
You were met with a slightly wet Hoseok, smile as bright as ever even as his hair was clearly drenched and he seemed out of breath, like he ran all the way here from the dorms. You ran forward and hugged him tightly, forgetting completely about your attire, or lack thereof. Hoseok laughed his beautiful laugh and clutched you like his life depended on it.
Your mouth was pressed up against his chest when you let out a muffled what are you doing here? While you toyed with the buttons of his jacket.
He chuckled and kissed your hair, “Hello to you too, gorgeous. What, can’t a boyfriend visit his girlfriend on one of the most amazing nights of his life?” He grinned again, reliving the memory of when their name had been called.
“No, no! It’s not that, you know I love it when you come visit. It’s just… it’s like 1 in the morning and you have to be exhausted after such a long day and—“ “Trust me, I’m way too excited to sleep. I don’t even think I can eat for another few hours, my stomachs still in knots.” Even as he spoke, he couldn’t tear the dumb grin off his face, eyes nearly shut from how hard he was smiling.
You released your hug with him to realize he had something in his hand. It was a bouquet of flowers, bright and beautiful, much like Hoseok’s smile.
“For you, my love. I couldn’t have done this without you always there, kicking my ass and kissing it better.” He said with a wink, extending his arm to hand you the flowers. You accepted them gratefully and gave them a sniff, inhaling the calming scent of freshly cut flowers with a hint of jasmine. Though you were sure you caught a spicier undertone hidden in there that was most likely Hoseok’s favorite cologne.
“But why? Shouldn’t it be me giving you gifts? Also, congratulations baby, you did it!” You finally said the words, completely forgetting about it in the heat of your earlier excitement. Hoseok thanked you and shrugged when asked about the flowers, avoiding any other answer than some cheesy line that always ended with ‘all because of you.’ This man was literal grease and you loved it.
You shivered at a sudden rush of cold and Hoseok looked down to realize your nude legs, clearly underdressed for the occasion.
“C’mon baby, let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” He let himself in past you and began to take off his jacket, shaking a few stray droplets from his hair while doing so.
“I meant to ask, why are you wet?”
“Oh I took a shower before coming here, but I was so excited I barely dried myself.” He laughed at the embarrassing confession and you joined, loving the beautiful melody it made when they harmonized.
You excused yourself to put the flowers in a vase and fill it with water, taking a moment to fill up a glass with some to bring back to Hoseok. He thanked you and drank the entire glass in one go, not realizing how thirsty the trip down here made him.
“So why is your friend here? Did you guys have something going on tonight? I know that some staff said you couldn’t stay any longer at the station, some emergency had come up or something.” Hoseok questioned, gesturing to your passed out friend on the sofa.
“Meet the ‘emergency’. She was dead drunk and lost as all hell. As a resident mom-friend, I had to come pick her up and take care of her. Pretty sure she’s dead now. Good riddance.” You said jokingly, walking over to give her a small poke to see if she really was alive. Luckily she swatted your hand away and snorted a snore before resuming her slumber.
Hoseok smiled again, warmer this time, “You’re always so thoughtful. What did I do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend like yourself, Y/N?” You giggled at his words, not bothering to answer him as he asked these kind of questions constantly. Whether it was because he was truly worried about his ability to keep you and needed the validation that you still loved him or just because he liked to always remind you how much he really did love you, you could never figure out.
Instead you stepped forward and brought your hand up to run it through his damp hair, relishing in how it gives way to your fingers. Hoseok closed his eyes and let you play with his hair, droplets continuously raining down on his body and your arms as you shook the water out of it.
He grabbed your wrist and pulled it towards his mouth, stopping your actions as he took his other hand and pulled the fabric of the hoodie sleeve down to expose the skin of your inner wrist. He planted a kiss on it, a loud smacking noise as it landed onto the sensitive area. You couldn’t help your breath from hitching in place at the intimate move, nothing short of what Hoseok was capable of.
He licked his lips and eyed you hungrily, lust now evident in his eyes as he noticed your outfit.
“Baby girl, is that mine?” He asked, clearly meaning the jacket you were wearing. You nodded and watched his expression grow into something hungrier. He let your wrist drop to your side and took your hip in his grip. He pulled you close, face just mere inches from yours as you felt his breath fan over your features. “Looks good on you. Would look better on your bedroom floor though.”
You felt your body react to his words, arousal already pooling in your stomach in anticipation. He smirked and took your hand in his, silently leading you to where he knew your bedroom was. Your stomach did flips at the thought of what was to come tonight. You had half a mind to let him do whatever he wanted to you before you remembered his big win tonight.
You wanted to treat him as your way of saying congratulations. Also as an apology for not staying after the announcement to kiss him the minute he’d walked through that door.
You tsked at him, moving away from his body as he tried to put you down on your bed. He looked at you quizzically, wondering what was wrong that you didn’t want to get on the bed. Your eyes bore into his own as you pushed his shoulders hard enough to make him fall back onto your bed, sitting right at the edge. You gave him an innocent smile, acting like you weren’t about to commit a fatal sin.
You inched forward and prowled up to his lap, much like a cat approaching its prey. You dropped to your knees right in front of him, eyes never leaving his as you reached for his belt. As your hands neatly undid the buckle on his belt and deftly unbutton your way down, you took your lip into your mouth as you bit it, still trying to keep the innocent girl act.
He chuckled low and dark, watching intently as you pulled his zipper down. You took your time, letting the metal drag tooth by tooth down over his strained bulge. His head lolled back as you teased him, a low groan leaving his lips at the sensation. You hummed at the position you put him in, a place that many female fans wish they could be in and here you were, having him in the palm of your hand.
Quite literally.
You took his erection into your hand, still clothed in his dark briefs and leaving an obvious wet spot at the tip. A few pumps of his cock had him at full hardness in no time, Hoseok’s lips a violent shade of red from being licked and bitten so often in the last few minutes. You dove down and suctioned your mouth along the side of his length, lavishing it with long laps of your tongue over the fabric, dampening it and making it stick to his member. Your mouth was warm and your tongue even hotter but as you’d move to another portion of his cock, it’d leave the previous part rapidly cooling against the cold air conditioning, the wet material making shivers roam up and down his spine.
Hoseok moaned once more as your mouth stayed wrapped around the head of his cock, enveloping it in a warm cocoon. His hands came up to your hair, tugging gently as to not hurt you but still trying to convey the message to get a move on already. You chuckled against his length, deciding you’d teased him enough. After all, this was supposed to be a present for him, not you.
You pulled down the waistband of his briefs while Hoseok lifted his hips off the mattress to help you take them off. He hissed at the air finally hitting his exposed groin, teeth embedded deep in his bottom lip. You spared no time in-between taking off his underwear to get straight to work. Your mouth suckled around his head, the heat of your mouth driving Hoseok mad.
He moaned loudly, clearly forgetting about the time of night and the fact your friend was still sleeping in the living room. But you knew Hoseok liked to get loud and let loose so you just let him. You wanted him to enjoy every second of this, he deserved it.
You guided your mouth lower on his length, coaxing as much saliva out as you could to make it a slick and smooth slide down. His hands gripped your hair harder as he whined, feeling his release coming much sooner than he’d like.
As you continued to bob up and down, you gripped him at the base and jerked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, tongue never leaving the swollen and leaking tip. He didn’t taste as heavy as he usually did, which confirmed he had indeed taken a shower before coming here. If you thought long enough about it, you could probably smell his ocean body wash. But your mind was currently preoccupied with more pressing matters, like Hoseok begging you to stop, that he was just too close to handle your mouth any longer.
You pulled off with a lewd pop, watching as some saliva strung from your lips to the tip of his length broke in small trails. Hoseok let out shuddering breaths, clearly trying to keep his release at bay. You smirked and wrapped your hand around his cock once more, letting your spit guided your hand smoothly up and down. Hoseok’s breath caught in his throat, his head coming back from where it was once rolled back. He looked at you with pleas in his eyes, his legs violently trembling as he fought every instinct to come right then and there.
“I’m so proud of you baby, do you know that?” You began, watching him as he brought his lip snug in-between in teeth again, trying and failing to suppress a whine at your words.
Like you said, he loved to be praised.
“You worked so damn hard and now you finally got what you deserved. After all, you’re so handsome and sweet and perfect. You’re so, so perfect. The best lay I’ve ever had, that’s for sure.” You stopped to give a quick kiss to his leaking head, pre-come flowing constantly at this point. “I’m so glad to be with you, I couldn’t ask for anything more. Except for you to let me taste you. Please Hoseok, please come. Come for me.”
At the words, Hoseok’s breath all but stopped, your name rolling off his tongue as white-hot pleasure coursed through every nerve in his body, release shooting out of him and painting your hand and some of his torso, staining his t-shirt.
After a few minutes, Hoseok had finally caught his breath and was able to look at you again, only to catch you licking his come off your fingers, putting each digit one by one into your mouth and sucking them just as you had sucked him off before. He whimpered, wishing his erection could come back at light speed just so he could break you in half.
You smiled at him, keeping the innocent façade once more. Standing up, you walked around to your desk to grab a few tissues, helping Hoseok clean himself up. He shucked off his shirt, tossing it in your laundry pile. He had some of his clothes here at your apartment so he’d just wear whatever you washed last time.
You were planning on just cuddling and going to sleep with him, not worrying about yourself since tonight was all about Hoseok. You weren’t expecting him to pick you up from under your thighs and basically toss you on the bed before crawling in-between your legs.
A squeal left your mouth as the unexpected action, legs unconsciously coming together as he approached your core. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, humming a low no no no as his large and warm hands grabbed each one of your thighs, coaxing them apart. He eyed your clothed sex, admiring just how wet he’d made you and he didn’t even have to put in much work. You were still in just your panties and his hoodie so you felt unbelievably exposed under his critical eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous baby girl, I wanna make you feel good. You deserve it too, you dealt with me all this time. Even though I know I can be pretty great to be around most of the time.”
You giggled, “Most of the time.” Hoseok responding with a quick swat to your rear, not too rough but more of a playful spank. It made you giggle a little more and flinch at the slight sharpness, not willing to admit it made you a little wetter.
“Behave sweetheart, I can destroy you. If I wanted to, that is.” His words got the message to you, loud and clear. You’d been on the other end of Hoseok’s filthy punishments before and you didn’t really think you could handle that right now. Hoseok chuckled darkly against your clothed folds, the dulcet vibrations making you shiver in anticipation of what’s to come.
Hopefully you.
He reached under the jacket you were wearing, grabbing each side of your underwear before tugging it down your legs. He tossed them somewhere in the room, your mind too clouded with lust for you to actually think about it for too long. Hoseok licked his lips at the sight of you.
Every time he’d see you like this, it made his heart lurch in ways he couldn’t describe. He found you absolutely perfect, despite the flaws you’d constantly point out to him. He’d always shush you and tell you how amazingly flawless you were and he was lucky to have you.
He wasted no time in diving in, swirling his tongue around your clit and making your thighs clench around his head. He took a moment to replace his hands back onto your thigs, keeping them spread apart as his mouth trailed lower and began to fuck his tongue into you. You never knew how he got so good at this, his tongue trained to map out every inch inside of you and find the sweet spots that make you squirm.
You weren’t going to last long, the entire time while you sucked him off having been a huge turn on for you. That and Hoseok’s tongue was wicked talented, English far gone from your vocabulary as you could only say his name over and over. He brought your body down onto his tongue with the strong grip he had on your thighs, sliding down to cup your ass and make your hips move against his mouth. His nose would rub again and again against your clit, making you see stars every time.
He pulled back only for a moment, mumbling you taste so good before sparing no longer and ravishing you once more. All it took was a muffled groan against your core to make you come, your release coating his mouth and chin as you gripped onto the bed sheets tightly and rode out your orgasm.
Hoseok pulled up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, not before his tongue shot out first to take whatever he could back into his mouth to savor your taste. You breathed hard, not trusting you words at the moment. Hoseok laughed, knowing just how you felt and instead just grabbed a few tissues to clean you up, just like had done to him.
You two settled next to each other in bed, spooning against one another. Hoseok let out a mumbled I love you Y/N against the nape of your neck before you felt his breathing slow down, your boyfriend already fast asleep. You smiled to yourself and whispered it back, not caring if he was actually awake or not to hear you. You just wanted to say it too, because it’s all you could think in that moment.
I love you Shin Hoseok.
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