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Whispers float like pollen around in industries as big as the one Seokjin placed himself in, rumors passed between stylists and assistants during shoots or runways, glances tossed in the direction of the victim in a cloud of faux innocence. Seokjin took these pitiful words in stride when he caught them, swirling them around in a glass of wine and spilling it down his throat. He got drunk off the attention, absorbing the essence of their greed and envy. These little people, these insignificant figures, did nothing but boost Seokjin's ego.
He was important enough for them to talk about, to have his name float around in their filthy mouths. People that didn't matter were not spoken of. People did not waste their time on the insignificant in an industry like his. People that didn't matter simply were forgotten.
Seokjin closed his eyes, allowing the stylist to flick her eyeliner pen over his skin, a soft sigh on his lips. He allowed himself to melt with the atmosphere of the dressing room, assistant designers fretting over the models and doing last minute adjustments. There were amateur models seated a few stalls away, the rose of their cheeks and wave in their eyes speaking loudly to any professional in the field. Seokjin fed on their nerves, straightening his posture even more as a rip and a muffled sob sounded through the dressing room.
"These kids don't know what they're doing," his stylist muttered under her breath, her pristine manicure pressing crescents in to the underside of his jaw as she tilted his head towards her. He anticipated the hairspray, holding his breath and the laughter that threatened to bubble up his throat.
"They're newborns in a world of piranhas," he mused as she put the hairspray down, his pity evident in the way he smiled up at her. It had been such a long time since he felt minuscule and unimportant at a show; Seokjin barely remembered how it felt. Nerves, of course, would occasionally hit him at bigger shows, but he knew how to work the runway. He was confident in his showmanship.
He lost count of how many shows he had been on, how many magazines he had filed pristinely under his desk at home, how many idols had begged to be featured on a spread with him. His manager was consistently impressed by his work and the way he carried himself, praising him constantly after shoots, but praise did nothing for Seokjin. He already knew how good he looked, narcissism or not. It was hard to deny the truth to a model that had worked himself up to be a household name. He was a busy man, and with busy schedules came money, and with money came luxuries. The most expensive restaurants, clothes, cars; Seokjin could have any material thing he could want at the snap of his fingers.
He knew to be careful, however. Fame was known to be a beautiful, fleeting thing. Stars rose and fell, floating along the river of popularity at the mercy of the public until they were dragged under by the greedy claws of paparazzi and reality. There were only so many lifelines that could be thrown to those that were reckless before water completely filled their lungs. Seokjin supposed some liked the way it burned, he certainly got off on it, but there were too many people in his world that let their egos override their common sense.
He lived day by day, knowing that any moment the public could move on to another pretty face. It was unlikely to happen any time soon, but soothing himself in to a false sense of security was useless. At the end of the day, his bank account was by no means dry, and that's all that mattered. He would enjoy the luxury of people fawning over him while it lasted, but money was a separate entity.
Seokjin liked the fame, the attention, the glory- but God did he love the money.
The stylist lifted his chin to observe him before humming out her approval and patting his shoulder to signal she was finished. He stood up, smiling politely as eyes immediately lifted to watch him, and inspected his full appearance in the mirror. More assistants came over to ensure that his clothes were wrinkle free and he allowed himself to be poked and prodded, their skilled hands no longer phasing him. He looked good. Tonight was going to be a fantastic show.
Models were already filtering in and out, the upbeat pop music permeating the stale air as curtains were lifted and dropped and lifted and dropped. He made sure not to bump into anyone as he made his way to the runway entrance, the designer he was working for nearly sobbing in relief once she spotted him. Her brand was nice, of course, but Seokjin always found it tiring to work with her. She was too invested in her work, always making an overzealous show of emotions, but Seokjin couldn't blame her when he pictured her salary.
By the time he was stepping on to the raised platform his face was reset, changing to the usual expression he adorned when on the runway. He was poised, pretty, perfect. The flashes and clicks of photography no longer bothered him as he walked, measured steps over the opaque white of the runway.
Designers, celebrities, and the press all sitting in a row and judging him from head to toe no longer bothered him. To outsiders looking in he might have looked like a tiger surrounded by poachers, but he knew that the truth was more twisted than that. As he neared the end he raised his chin, body fluidly posing, and the flashes increased tenfold. Poised, pretty, perfect.
They had taken the bait, always took the bait, falling easily in his waiting palms. Innocence always mangled into ferocity, drawing unsuspecting victims in and turning them on their backs before they knew what was happening. The magazines called him enthralling, Seokjin called them pathetic. Seokjin caught the eye of his boss before he turned, sitting at a table in front of the end of the runway, and flashed him the subtlest of grins. If there was an extra sway in his hips as he returned to the back Seokjin would say nothing of it. Many would say he was playing a dangerous game but Seokjin knew there was no way to be safe in a business like his.
Kim Namjoon was an alpha in a sea of lambs, exuding rigid confidence and precision in everything he did. He was attractive: tall, with long limbs, a sharp jaw, and a stunning smile. The newer models kept away from him, never going near the CEO that was rumored to be able to snap someone's neck with a single hand. Seokjin knew the truth, though. Kim Namjoon was not violent. Kim Namjoon was simply powerful.
Seokjin didn't fear him, really. Seokjin was his prized possession, after all, being the key to success of his other idols and models. Namjoon was kind to him, playing along with his game of cat and mouse. He wasn't dumb; he saw the way Namjoon eyed him whenever they passed each other or had meetings. They weren't friends, would probably never be friends, but Seokjin wouldn't mind having those hands on him. He liked it, liked being lusted after by such a strong figure. It made him feel powerful, like he had something to hold over the most influential man he knew.
He wanted to know how Namjoon would be with hands, lips, a tongue on his body. It must be a sight to see, the great Kim Namjoon getting lost in pleasure and falling prey to his partner. Seokjin wanted to be that predator, wanted to feel that power. There was a primordial hunger licking at his ribs, urging him to obtain what he could so easily take. It wouldn't be the first time and, if Seokjin could help it, certainly wouldn't be the last. Sex was rarely intimate to him, and if he could utilize it to get what he wanted then he was willing to do so.
Seokjin sat himself back in his stylist's chair after changing into his second outfit, in a considerably better mood than he had been before he walked. He tilted his head back, lips curling up in a smile, and got lost in the noise once again. The show was going phenomenally and he intended to keep it that way.
Seokjin crossed his legs, elbow resting on the sides of the chair he was sitting on to prop his chin in his palm, and smiled at Namjoon over the dark mahogany desk that separated them. Namjoon looked devastatingly handsome, a navy blue dress shirt spread over his shoulders with a black tie wrapped under the collar. Seokjin wondered if Namjoon would be easy to pull by the tie, if he would be allowed to tie him up, if-
"I want a raise," Seokjin said, voice cutting the thick silence. Namjoon raised a brow at him, as if amused by the bluntness, but Seokjin kept on smiling.
"I think you get paid very well for what you do. You know you're my favorite," Namjoon said, intertwining his fingers over his stomach as he leaned back in his chair. His eyes raked over Seokjin's form, no doubt taking in his designer clothes and jewelry, but Seokjin was not to be deterred.
("If there's something to be said about Kim Seokjin," an intern whispers after Seokjin has long passed, "it's that he only preys on two things: money and men.")
Seokjin stood from his seat, the metal of his bracelets clinking together as he rounded the desk. Namjoon seemed to be waiting for him, twisting his chair as soon as Seokjin placed a hand on the armrest. He looked amused as ever as Seokjin dropped to the floor, sliding his hands up over Namjoon's knees to rest midthigh.
Thinly veiled tension trickled between them as silence spread, only snapping when Seokjin looked up at Namjoon through his lashes. "I think I can earn it," he said, words flowing smoothly from his lips. "Don't you?"
Namjoon's movements were driven by fire, and Seokjin had to bite back a gasp as his chin was gripped. "A pretty thing like you does belong on your knees." Seokjin bit back a moan at the predatory glare in Namjoon's eyes, trying to remind himself that he was older and that he needed to be in charge.
His fingers crawled upwards until they reached Namjoon's waistband, hooking his fingers over the edges. Namjoon's skin felt hot as his fingers slid against it and Seokjin inhaled deeply before letting out a short laugh. "What do you want, boss man? You seem to be the type that would want to fuck my face, make my pretty lips swollen and begging to be kissed. Or maybe you want me to go at my own pace, wreck myself with only your cock in my mouth?" His words had a soft edge to them, purred out as he undid Namjoon's belt.
Namjoon's grip loosened as he slipped a thumb past Seokjin's lips, pushing down on his tongue, and Seokjin immediately curled his it. "I want you to work for it," Namjoon dragged out, eyes never leaving Seokjin's.
Seokjin hummed around the finger, lightly sucking on it as he unbuttoned Namjoon's slacks and pushed his shirt up to press a hand against the bulge in his boxers. Namjoon breathing slowed, pupils dilating further as Seokjin ran his teeth over his thumb.
Seokjin found it interesting that Namjoon was able to keep his composure even as Seokjin pushed his boxers down, wrapping a hand around the base and resting the other on Namjoon's thigh. Namjoon seemed calm, save a slight change in his breathing and the dilation of his pupils, and Seokjin wanted to see him break.
The thumb left his mouth so Namjoon could properly grip the armrests and Seokjin scooted forward, stopping his lips right above the tip. "Men with power ways have the biggest cocks, don't they?" he mused, fluttering his eyelashes. Namjoon snorted, running his clean hand through his hair as he licked his lips.
"You would know, wouldn't you?" If the comment was meant to insult him it did no such thing, a giggle leaving his lips as he pumped Namjoon a few times. Seokjin swore he heard a little pant and his tried to resist grinning triumphantly.
"They say a pretty face gets you places, but at the end of the day there's always work to be done." A wink punctuated his sentence and Namjoon looked nothing short of amused, leaning back as Seokjin finally leaned forward to press a kiss against the tip.
Seokjin wasn't lying when he said Namjoon's cock was large and he was excited to taste, but he didn't want Namjoon to think he was eager. He kept his gaze with Namjoon as he flicked his tongue over the slit, knowing how pretty he looked. Sultry glances were sent Namjoon's way as Seokjin wrapped his pink lips around the head, his tongue flattening as he lowered his mouth.
Namjoon leaned his head back, never breaking eye contact, and let out a breathy sigh as Seokjin took more in his mouth. Seokjin traced a vein with the tip of his tongue as he lowered his mouth, making little noises. He loved to make a show, as if having a cock in his mouth was the best thing in the world, and as Namjoon twitched in his mouth Seokjin decided it was a valuable tactic.
Little sighs and sharp exhales filled the room as Seokjin continued to lick and suck, but he knew he hit gold when his nose bumped against Namjoon's abdomen and the tip hit the back of his throat. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, hums vibrating up his throat and Namjoon finally let out a breathy moan.
Pride swelled in Seokjin's chest and he curled his tongue, bobbing his head to chase after more of those sweet sounds. Namjoon's eyes were no longer on his, Seokjin unable to hold eye contact with how deep he was taking him, but Seokjin could feel the desire filling the atmosphere.
Seokjin moaned loudly, sucking as he dragged his lips back up and Namjoon's hips twitched for more. He pulled his lips off the tip and looked up at Namjoon, cheeks rosy and lips downturned in a pout. Namjoon's cheeks and ears were flushed, little pants vibrating off his lips, and Seokjin let a giggle slip before wrapping a hand around his cock again. He licked the head almost lazily, eyes half lidded as his other fingers curled in the fabric of Namjoon's slacks.
Another moan graced his ears as he dipped his head down again, and Seokjin could only assume how incredible he looked. Namjoon was finally responding well to him and Seokjin loved it, lavishly sucking in his cock as his hand cradled his balls. Namjoon sucked in a harsh breath as Seokjin swallowed around him, fingers curling in Seokjin's hair to hold him down.
Seokjin moaned at the tight grip, Namjoon's thigh clenching under his hand, and flattened his tongue as best as he could. He curled the tip of his tongue around a vein and Namjoon hissed, jerking his hips forward. Seokjin nearly choked and he thanked God that he didn't have a gag reflex, swallowing instinctively around Namjoon's cock.
That seemed to turn on Namjoon even more and suddenly his head was being pulled off, a light burning settling on his scalp where his hair had been tugged on. He got the message in Namjoon's eyes rather quickly, keeping his mouth open as he pumped his hand once again.
Namjoon came with a low groan, cum landing on Seokjin's right cheek and the corner of his mouth. Seokjin panted as he darted his tongue out to lick off what he could reach, Namjoon trying to catch his breath as he watched him. His finger picked up the remaining cum and he held eye contact as he pushed the finger past his lips, moaning around it as he swallowed. The cum was bitter, as usual, but Seokjin didn't mind much anymore.
"Eat more fruit," Seokjin whined after a few seconds, his breathing evening out. Namjoon barked out a laugh before pulling Seokjin up by the collar of his shirt, pushing their lips together in a biting kiss. He stumbled on to Namjoon’s lap and whimpered in surprise, hands gripping Namjoon’s shoulders for balance.
Seokjin moaned in to the kiss, straddling one of Namjoon's thighs as he was brought closer. Namjoon's strength was surprising, but Seokjin would be lying if he said the manhandling didn't turn him on. His erection rocked against Namjoon's thigh as they kissed and it wasn't long before Seokjin was panting, arousal thrumming in his veins.
"I bet you'd love to be fucked against a window, wouldn't you?" Namjoon whispered in between kisses, dragging Seokjin's bottom lip out with his teeth. The heat between them was near suffocating but Seokjin craved even more of it. "The world simply doesn't revolve if all eyes aren't on you."
Seokjin chose to ignore Namjoon's teasing tone as he rutted against his thigh, fire coursing under his skin as his arousal grew. He grabbed Namjoon's tie by the knot as he leaned in, lips nearly brushing as he whispered back, "Why don't you find out, boss man?"
Namjoon stood up abruptly, Seokjin yelping as he slid off his leg. He would have fallen if Namjoon didn't wrap an arm around his waist, pushing him up against the desk to kiss him again. The kiss was just as powerful as the last, Namjoon's free hand shuffling around in a draw as he licked his way into Seokjin's mouth. Seokjin felt like putty in Namjoon's hold and he wanted to fight it, be on top, but he couldn't help but feel like his world was being turned upside down.
Only when Namjoon pulled away did Seokjin register the items in his hand: lube and a condom. Seokjin flushed at the idea of actually being fucked against Namjoon's office window, but he wasted no time in resisting as Namjoon lead him over. It was a little past lunch hour, most workers already inside their respective buildings, and Namjoon's office was so far up that Seokjin knew no one would be able to see them from ground level.
Still, he couldn't help but feel nervous as Namjoon started to nibble down his chest, shoving down Seokjin's jeans and boxers as he lapped at the sweat that had collected at the dip of his collarbone. Seokjin gasped, stepping out of his clothes, and sloppily undid Namjoon's tie. His fingers fumbled for a few seconds as Namjoon took off his shirt and started to bite and suck on his nipples, back arching to meet his mouth. It felt sinful and Seokjin's cock twitched, begging to be touched.
"Undress," Seokjin moaned, tugging at Namjoon's hair after giving up on unbuttoning his shirt. Namjoon pulled up and grinned, fire and predation shining in his eyes as he took off his shirt and properly slipped off his slacks and boxers. Seokjin took a deep breath, control slipping as Namjoon shoved him against the glass. Panic spiked in his veins and his head jerked to the side, as it waiting to see a crack in the window.
"I won't hurt you, pretty thing," Namjoon cooed, wolffish smile only making Seokjin huff out an affronted whine.
"I'm not very much use to you if this glass-" Seokjin gasped as Namjoon gripped his cock, hips bucking against his hand. His back arched naturally as Namjoon flipped him around, hands searching for somewhere to hold on. He let out a whimper as his nails scraped over the smooth surface, backing his hips up as a silent plea for Namjoon to hurry up. He could see the traffic, small black dots of people moving about, and he didn't know if he should be turned on or terrified.
Namjoon had him by the hips, his grip hard enough to leave bruises, and the masochistic part of Seokjin half wished it would. One hand dropped, shuffling around in their clothes, and Seokjin subconsciously let out a sigh of relief when he heard the cap of the lube click off. The first finger that slipped in went in smoothly and Seokjin pushed his hips back, forehead falling against the glass as he started to pant.
Luckily there was no pain, just the sensation of fullness, and Seokjin was grateful for it. He just wanted to be filled with something bigger and better. Namjoon wasn't hard again yet, but he would be, and the anticipation made Seokjin nearly shake.
"No marks," Seokjin warned, panted, as soon as Namjoon attached his lips to the back of his neck.
"Who do you think made that rule?" Namjoon said in response, licking a stripe along the side of his neck. Seokjin shivered at the deep timbre of his voice, tossing his head back as Namjoon curled his finger.
Namjoon slipped in the second and third finger after the appropriate times, thrusting the digits in and out of Seokjin with a fervor that had Seokjin moaning and clawing at the the glass. He pushed his hips back to meet Namjoon's fingers, cock brushing against the window with every other harsh thrust. The coldness of it made him shiver and Namjoon seemed to like in, grinning against his skin.
Seokjin was losing control, fast, had lost control when he stepped in Namjoon's goddamn office but he felt too good to even consider stopping.
"Look at you," Namjoon growled, "with your pretty pink dick straining against the window for the whole world to see. That turns you on, doesn't it?"
Seokjin gasped as Namjoon curled his fingers, shoulders tensing in pleasure. The absolute filth of Namjoon's mouth was riling him up more than anything. "If you're going to fuck me, do it."
"My little star," Namjoon cooed, voice dripping with anything but sweetness, "you're forgetting who's in charge here."
Seokjin panted as Namjoon nipped on the back of his ear, a small breathless laugh falling from his lips as Namjoon scissored his fingers. "N-No," he protested weakly. He had already lost and he wasn't sure what disappointed him more: Namjoon winning or himself giving up so easily.
"Don't you want everyone to see how good you are?" Namjoon whispered in his ear, squeezing his ass once more before pulling his fingers out and dipping down to grab the lube.
Seokjin whimpered, resolve fading as Namjoon slipped on a condom and slicked himself up. He perked up as soon as the thick head pressed against his rim, pushing back to meet Namjoon's slide in. Namjoon groaned, muffled as he attached his lips to Seokjin's shoulder blade. "Fuck," he hissed, Seokjin whining pathetically in response.
Namjoon's cock felt even better than his fingers and Seokjin let out a small moan as soon as Namjoon was full inside of him. "Fucking move," he panted, rocking his hips back.
Namjoon made an unintelligible noise as he started to thrust, slow and sure as he pushed Seokjin into the window. Seokjin shuddered as the cold pressed against his cock, but refused to pull away from the sensation. It was new and he liked the juxtaposition of heat from Namjoon's cock and the cold from the window.
More shakes wracked through his body as Namjoon set a faster speed, and Seokjin couldn't help the breathy moans that fell from his lips. "You're fucking filthy," Namjoon moaned in his ear and Seokjin sobbed out, grinding his hips back. "You love cock this much?"
Seokjin gasped in surprise as Namjoon grabbed him by the hips again, nearly losing his footing as Namjoon pounded into him. His back arched, eagerly meeting Namjoon's thrusts to push the pleasure even deeper. "N-" he started, cut off by a loud moan. Namjoon grunted against his shoulder blade and kept at his pace, fucking Seokjin into the window.
"I asked you a question," Namjoon said, slowing the roll of his hips once Seokjin's torso was flush against the glass. Seokjin scrambled for some type of leverage, trying to push his hips back, to no avail.
"Ye-Yes," he hiccuped, the burn in his groin getting almost painful with the sudden speed adjustment. Namjoon didn't seem pleased with the answer and clucked his tongue, barely moving.
"Answer me right," he warned, raising a hand to smack Seokjin on the ass. Seokjin gasped, spittle falling from the side of his mouth as his back arched. The hit didn't hurt, necessarily, and it only caused Seokjin to want more.
"W-Wanted your cock," Seokjin moaned, stuffing the humiliation in his mind bank to access later. "Love being filled, fuck, feels so good."
Namjoon grunted, pleased by the response, and started to pick up his pace once again. Seokjin let out a small sound of contentment and rutted backwards, tongue feeling heavy the more Namjoon fucked him. "You're such a cockslut," Namjoon muttered, voice hoarse and interrupted by light pants. "So fucking hot, taking me right in."
Seokjin sniffled at the praise, raising his ass as much as he could to take Namjoon in deeper. Namjoon let out a sound of approval, rubbing circles into Seokjin's ass as he fucked him. The cheek that was hit earlier tingled a little but Seokjin found he liked the way the pain melted into pleasure.
Seokjin yelped Namjoon's hand made its way to his cock, sighing at the heat rubbing against the sensitive head. "Oh god, please," he moaned, too far gone to even care that he was begging. Namjoon licked and nipped at the back of his neck as he fisted his cock, fucking into him with earnest. Seokjin thrashed as the combination of pleasure and tossed his hand back, cum spurting over the window and Namjoon's hand. Namjoon brought his fingers up to Seokjin's mouth and Seokjin sucked them in without another thought, long beyond the disgust of tasting himself from past partners. Namjoon cursed as he fucked Seokjin harder, and Seokjin liked to think the way he was curling his tongue had something to do with it. The oversensitivity had Seokjin squirming but he didn't protest, resting his head against the glass as Namjoon chased after his second orgasm.
Namjoon dropped his hands to grab Seokjin's waist, burying himself as deep as possible before spilling in the condom. Seokjin whimpered at the rough wave of Namjoon's moan against his ear, wiggling his hips at the heat inside of him.
"Fuck," Seokjin breathed as Namjoon pulled out of him, knees buckling underneath him. Namjoon was quick to grab on to him again, practically dragging him over to one of the couches in his office. Seokjin leaned against the cushions, catching his breath as Namjoon grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his desk. He waved away the one Namjoon offered to him, openly leering at Namjoon's naked body as his boss lit the cigarette. He didn't have time to appreciate it enough earlier and, fuck, he wasn't about to lose an opportunity.
"You always fuck your models and smoke with them afterwards?" Seokjin dragged out, stretching his arms above his head to soothe his muscles. Namjoon grinned at him as he leaned against his desk, predator nature still evident in the way his eyes looked over Seokjin's body, and Seokjin was reminded of the humiliation he locked away earlier. He did his best to avert his gaze without Namjoon noticing, checking his nails, but Namjoon's chuckle proved it useless.
"Only on special occasions," Namjoon said after blowing out a stream of smoke, dragging his tongue over his lips. The conversation felt more comfortable without the sound of skin slapping and Seokjin vaguely felt a compliment coming.
"I'm a special occasion?" Seokjin hummed, spreading himself out of the couch. He draped his arms over the armrest, chin nestled on the crease of his elbow, and blinked curiously up at Namjoon.
"You're my favorite, Jinnie, you know that." Namjoon said, sending a wink his way. Seokjin laughed, pride making him swell as he let his eyes close. If there was one thing he knew about Kim Namjoon, it was that he played favorites. Seokjin doesn't remember a time when he wasn't a favorite, and luckily for him Namjoon's favorites get a lot of bonuses. Seokjin's surprised he's managed to hold out so long before fucking him, truthfully.
"You're damn right I am," he sighed out. "I better be getting that raise."
Namjoon snorted and Seokjin peeked an eye open to see him crush the cigarette bud in the holder on his desk. "You knew you were getting that raise the moment you waltzed your pretty ass in here."
Namjoon made his way over to their pile of clothes to slip on his own, smoothing down the wrinkles on his shirt, and Seokjin let a laugh slip. "Yeah, I know. Now shut up so I can sleep."
If Namjoon said anything snarky back Seokjin didn't hear it, choosing to let sleep take him with the happy image of his raise and all the new things he could buy floating in his mind.