cameras (1/1)
title: cameras (1/1)
pairing: het!ontae (eunsook)
rating: nc-17
word count: 1,900+
summary: sometimes, in her unfortunate line of work, eunsook really hates the cameras.
note: in the early days of writing het!couples so go easy on me xD
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Eunsook can feel the cameras on her, recording every move she makes, every nervous bite of her lips. She can feel the heat of the gazes on her back, watching as she peels off each article of clothing and lets them drop to the floor, out of her shaky grip. Instinctively, she wants to raise her hands and cover herself, shroud herself from all the gawking eyes that trail over her naked body, but she blinks heavily and suppresses the urge as best as she can.
She walks over to her assigned seat with wobbly legs in the empty classroom that they are filming and sits herself down, spreading her legs instantly and leaning back on the chair. The wood is freezing and it sends a tingling shiver up her back - good or bad, she’s not really sure. It’s most likely the latter, considering the fact that she really doesn’t want to be in this position again. Money is pure evil, though, and so here she is.
Eunsook sighs as she lets her eyes fall downcast to the floor when she teases herself, trying to bring herself to life so she can at least give a good performance. It might not be real, but she gets paid for it so she’s got to at least make it convincing. Her fingernails lightly scratch her abdomen as she trails down it until she meets her clit. She rubs in tight circles, trying to make herself feel something, anything, but it’s so hard when everybody is watching her.
The click of the door resounds in the classroom and Eunsook halts her motions as she looks up. Her jaw falls slack at the look of Taemin, her co-worker, in the uniform that has obviously been altered for the scene. He looks like the stereotypical rebel, the bad guy who gets detention every other day, a tie carelessly hung around his neck, his hair dishevelled and eyes smoky, a bored expression in his eyes as he saunters inside the classroom with his hands in his pockets. The shirt seems to cling to his skin, and Eunsook can already guess what great physique was suffocating under there.
The smirk that plays on his lips when he sees her, hand slowly circling her clit, could be taken as a little merciless, and that’s exactly how Eunsook sees it.
And fuck, that entices a throb from her clit.
“You know that you’re supposed to do work in detention, right?” Taemin leans with his hand planted over the open book on her desk and cocks a brow.
What’s her line again? Eunsook tries to concentrate, but it’s pretty tough when she can see the outline of Taemin’s cock right in her face, begging to be released and sucked.
She tears her eyes away from his bulge with much difficulty. “I am studying.” She reasons with an innocent smile. “…Oppa.” She adds for good measure, pronouncing each syllable with perfection despite the age gap that she knows they have.
Taemin’s eyes momentarily widen in lust as he shrugs out of his blazer and easily rids himself off his tie, moving to lean his weight on the table between her legs and crosses his arms, his heavy, hooded black eyes gazing down at her. Eunsook swallows and she clenches her fists on her thighs, looking down onto her naked lap and she wishes that cameras weren’t surrounding her, getting all up in her face to capture her expressions.
“Well in that case…” Taemin drawls out, tucking his curved index finger under her chin to raise her head, urging her to look at him. “Maybe you can study my anatomy.” He pulls her face towards his crotch and Eunsook immediately starts mouthing over the fabric, dragging her tongue over the rough material, leaving dots of moisture where she’s applied more pressure.
“Do you want my cock, Eunsook?” Taemin laces his fingers into her black, poker-straight hair and presses her closer to him as she inhales his musky scent, placing wet, open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock, fingers clenched around his thighs.
“Mmhmm.” Eunsook whimpers, not falling out of her role, but she’s definitely not acting anymore. She’s probably dripping onto the wooden chair she’s so wet, so wet for Taemin.
“Do you want to suck it?” He whispers, both hands cradling her head to beg for her attention.
Eunsook looks up, not ceasing her teasing licks, and eagerly nods. Taemin nudges her head away to slowly unbutton his shirt, taking time that Eunsook figures is really unnecessary. He unzips his trousers, the piercing sound ringing in Eunsook’s ears, letting them slide down to his feet with his boxers before he steps out of them and kicks them away. He cups his cock in his hand, not letting Eunsook have it yet despite her whimpering at how swollen it looks, throbbing red and furious, how it’s begging for her attention.
Eunsook patiently waits with her jaw slack and lips parted as Taemin slaps his cock off her cheek and rubs it, smearing some of the precum that has gathered in her teasing and then he finally, finally guides her head and lets her have it. She immediately gets to work, sucking his cock right to the back of her throat with hallowed cheeks, and drags her tongue over the underside, swirling as she makes her ascent.
Taemin’s cum is bitter when she swallows another drop of precum, but she doesn’t mind. Instead she presses her tongue fat against the slit, twirling around the head and then works her way back down. The grip on her hair tightens as Taemin guides her and murmurs a curse under his breath when she flicks her tongue around the ridge of the head then takes his thick cock to the back of her throat, pressing against her gag reflex, managing to relax and tense around him. Eunsook’s hand returns to her clit, desperately pressing and circling with vibrating moans, the throbbing need for Taemin pulsating throughout her body.
Eunsook whines when Taemin pulls her away from his cock, longing to finish what she had started. He cups under her armpits and delicately sets her onto the table. The surprise is evident on her face - she never imagined that Taemin held such strength - as Taemin steals her warm spot on the chair, dragging one of her legs over his shoulder and letting it drape as the other spreads wider, marvelling in what he saw.
“You’re so wet, Eunsook.” Taemin mumbles as he thumbs over her clit in tight circles. A camera moves in, unfortunately reminding Eunsook that they’re still recording everything that she does, but she can’t bring herself to care as Taemin plunges a finger inside her. She immediately leans back and presses towards his finger, grinding against the desk as he pumps his finger in and out repeatedly, glancing up at her momentarily before returning his gaze to her pink pussy, watching as his finger slides in, glistening with her moisture, revelling in the tightness.
“Fuck.” He breathes and Eunsook’s eyes fall shut, soft whimpers and moans escaping as he adds another finger and works them inside her, easily locating her g-spot and pressing against it with each thrust. Her thighs tremble, elbows lock, as she grinds down onto his fingers and she almost jumps in shock when she feels his tongue press flat against her clit, pulling her other leg to join the other and curl over his shoulder as he swirls around her clit with his tongue, writing out his ABCs against her. Her breath stutters, closing her eyes tighter each time the camera closes up on her face, as Taemin suckles her, laps at her clit like a starved kitten, and continues to push inside her, press against her desperately, his free hand trailing up to cup one of her breasts, fanning over her nipples.
Her leg falls off his shoulder as she spreads them wider, inviting him to push deep past the folds, push deep inside her slickness.
Her orgasm hits her by surprise, body tensing, toes curling as Taemin continues his assault, and she writhes against his mouth with her hands finding purchase gripping his hair, desperately whimpering oppa even though it’s so wrong. She’s 23 after all, and Taemin a mere 19 years old.
Taemin is hovering over her the second she comes back from her high, holding his cock at the base and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. She pants as she wraps an arm around his neck and yanks him down for a kiss, their first kiss. Taemin grunts in surprise but adapts easily, dominating the kiss in seconds, probing into her mouth with his tongue and moaning when she delicately responds.
Taemin doesn’t bother to hide his lust for Eunsook. He pushes inside her desperately, shallowly thrusting until he’s fully situated inside her and jerks forward with a moan, resting his forehead on Eunsook’s shoulder as he grips her thighs, leaving vivid red prints on her pale white skin as he pulls out and slams in hard.
He flexes his hips expertly, having done this just as many times as Eunsook has. She closes her eyes and blocks out the cameras, the steady beep of the red light and instead, focuses on the pleasure. The way she can feel every vein and ridge of Taemin inside her, how tight he grips her legs, how deep he is inside her...the red light becoming a distant memory as she loses herself in euphoric pleasure.
Eunsook mewls at the sensation of being so full, eyes rolling back into her head as he pounds into her with tight thrusts, hips slamming into hers so roughly that a slapping sound resounds in the classroom, his balls smacking against her as he leans towards her for another kiss, hands snaking around to rub her clit.
Her second orgasm is stronger than the first, has her stomach clenching and fingers tightening around the edge of the desk, leg trembling over Taemin’s shoulder and her whole body shudders, muscles clamping around his cock and it triggers Taemin’s release. He pulls out quickly, shoving her off his shoulder and jerks off his cock with a groan, thick ropes of his cum spurting onto her flat stomach, dotting over her skin.
Eunsook lays back on the table and allows the camera to get close to her, allows it drag over her body to see her abused and debauched state, cheeks flush and hair dishevelled, covered in Taemin’s cum while he sneaks his clothes off the floor and flees to the sparse crew, taking a towel and wiping himself off before disappearing out the room.
“That’s a wrap. Well done guys.” The director calls out and Taemin reappears at her side, taking her hand and helping her off the desk, offering her a towel.
“Listen, I’ve got somewhere to be right now but…here’s my number, if you ever want to go out sometime…or something…” Taemin hands her a small piece of paper and sure enough, there’s a phone number messily scrawled on it. “I mean, I know this is the first time we’ve ever had a scene together but…”
“Yeah, um, thanks.” Eunsook blindly says, brows furrowing as she stares down at the paper.
“Well, I guess I'll see you around then... Noona." Taemin replies as he winks, pronouncing each syllable of the word with perfection.
pairing: het!ontae (eunsook)
rating: nc-17
word count: 1,900+
summary: sometimes, in her unfortunate line of work, eunsook really hates the cameras.
note: in the early days of writing het!couples so go easy on me xD
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
Eunsook can feel the cameras on her, recording every move she makes, every nervous bite of her lips. She can feel the heat of the gazes on her back, watching as she peels off each article of clothing and lets them drop to the floor, out of her shaky grip. Instinctively, she wants to raise her hands and cover herself, shroud herself from all the gawking eyes that trail over her naked body, but she blinks heavily and suppresses the urge as best as she can.
She walks over to her assigned seat with wobbly legs in the empty classroom that they are filming and sits herself down, spreading her legs instantly and leaning back on the chair. The wood is freezing and it sends a tingling shiver up her back - good or bad, she’s not really sure. It’s most likely the latter, considering the fact that she really doesn’t want to be in this position again. Money is pure evil, though, and so here she is.
Eunsook sighs as she lets her eyes fall downcast to the floor when she teases herself, trying to bring herself to life so she can at least give a good performance. It might not be real, but she gets paid for it so she’s got to at least make it convincing. Her fingernails lightly scratch her abdomen as she trails down it until she meets her clit. She rubs in tight circles, trying to make herself feel something, anything, but it’s so hard when everybody is watching her.
The click of the door resounds in the classroom and Eunsook halts her motions as she looks up. Her jaw falls slack at the look of Taemin, her co-worker, in the uniform that has obviously been altered for the scene. He looks like the stereotypical rebel, the bad guy who gets detention every other day, a tie carelessly hung around his neck, his hair dishevelled and eyes smoky, a bored expression in his eyes as he saunters inside the classroom with his hands in his pockets. The shirt seems to cling to his skin, and Eunsook can already guess what great physique was suffocating under there.
The smirk that plays on his lips when he sees her, hand slowly circling her clit, could be taken as a little merciless, and that’s exactly how Eunsook sees it.
And fuck, that entices a throb from her clit.
“You know that you’re supposed to do work in detention, right?” Taemin leans with his hand planted over the open book on her desk and cocks a brow.
What’s her line again? Eunsook tries to concentrate, but it’s pretty tough when she can see the outline of Taemin’s cock right in her face, begging to be released and sucked.
She tears her eyes away from his bulge with much difficulty. “I am studying.” She reasons with an innocent smile. “…Oppa.” She adds for good measure, pronouncing each syllable with perfection despite the age gap that she knows they have.
Taemin’s eyes momentarily widen in lust as he shrugs out of his blazer and easily rids himself off his tie, moving to lean his weight on the table between her legs and crosses his arms, his heavy, hooded black eyes gazing down at her. Eunsook swallows and she clenches her fists on her thighs, looking down onto her naked lap and she wishes that cameras weren’t surrounding her, getting all up in her face to capture her expressions.
“Well in that case…” Taemin drawls out, tucking his curved index finger under her chin to raise her head, urging her to look at him. “Maybe you can study my anatomy.” He pulls her face towards his crotch and Eunsook immediately starts mouthing over the fabric, dragging her tongue over the rough material, leaving dots of moisture where she’s applied more pressure.
“Do you want my cock, Eunsook?” Taemin laces his fingers into her black, poker-straight hair and presses her closer to him as she inhales his musky scent, placing wet, open mouthed kisses to his clothed cock, fingers clenched around his thighs.
“Mmhmm.” Eunsook whimpers, not falling out of her role, but she’s definitely not acting anymore. She’s probably dripping onto the wooden chair she’s so wet, so wet for Taemin.
“Do you want to suck it?” He whispers, both hands cradling her head to beg for her attention.
Eunsook looks up, not ceasing her teasing licks, and eagerly nods. Taemin nudges her head away to slowly unbutton his shirt, taking time that Eunsook figures is really unnecessary. He unzips his trousers, the piercing sound ringing in Eunsook’s ears, letting them slide down to his feet with his boxers before he steps out of them and kicks them away. He cups his cock in his hand, not letting Eunsook have it yet despite her whimpering at how swollen it looks, throbbing red and furious, how it’s begging for her attention.
Eunsook patiently waits with her jaw slack and lips parted as Taemin slaps his cock off her cheek and rubs it, smearing some of the precum that has gathered in her teasing and then he finally, finally guides her head and lets her have it. She immediately gets to work, sucking his cock right to the back of her throat with hallowed cheeks, and drags her tongue over the underside, swirling as she makes her ascent.
Taemin’s cum is bitter when she swallows another drop of precum, but she doesn’t mind. Instead she presses her tongue fat against the slit, twirling around the head and then works her way back down. The grip on her hair tightens as Taemin guides her and murmurs a curse under his breath when she flicks her tongue around the ridge of the head then takes his thick cock to the back of her throat, pressing against her gag reflex, managing to relax and tense around him. Eunsook’s hand returns to her clit, desperately pressing and circling with vibrating moans, the throbbing need for Taemin pulsating throughout her body.
Eunsook whines when Taemin pulls her away from his cock, longing to finish what she had started. He cups under her armpits and delicately sets her onto the table. The surprise is evident on her face - she never imagined that Taemin held such strength - as Taemin steals her warm spot on the chair, dragging one of her legs over his shoulder and letting it drape as the other spreads wider, marvelling in what he saw.
“You’re so wet, Eunsook.” Taemin mumbles as he thumbs over her clit in tight circles. A camera moves in, unfortunately reminding Eunsook that they’re still recording everything that she does, but she can’t bring herself to care as Taemin plunges a finger inside her. She immediately leans back and presses towards his finger, grinding against the desk as he pumps his finger in and out repeatedly, glancing up at her momentarily before returning his gaze to her pink pussy, watching as his finger slides in, glistening with her moisture, revelling in the tightness.
“Fuck.” He breathes and Eunsook’s eyes fall shut, soft whimpers and moans escaping as he adds another finger and works them inside her, easily locating her g-spot and pressing against it with each thrust. Her thighs tremble, elbows lock, as she grinds down onto his fingers and she almost jumps in shock when she feels his tongue press flat against her clit, pulling her other leg to join the other and curl over his shoulder as he swirls around her clit with his tongue, writing out his ABCs against her. Her breath stutters, closing her eyes tighter each time the camera closes up on her face, as Taemin suckles her, laps at her clit like a starved kitten, and continues to push inside her, press against her desperately, his free hand trailing up to cup one of her breasts, fanning over her nipples.
Her leg falls off his shoulder as she spreads them wider, inviting him to push deep past the folds, push deep inside her slickness.
Her orgasm hits her by surprise, body tensing, toes curling as Taemin continues his assault, and she writhes against his mouth with her hands finding purchase gripping his hair, desperately whimpering oppa even though it’s so wrong. She’s 23 after all, and Taemin a mere 19 years old.
Taemin is hovering over her the second she comes back from her high, holding his cock at the base and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. She pants as she wraps an arm around his neck and yanks him down for a kiss, their first kiss. Taemin grunts in surprise but adapts easily, dominating the kiss in seconds, probing into her mouth with his tongue and moaning when she delicately responds.
Taemin doesn’t bother to hide his lust for Eunsook. He pushes inside her desperately, shallowly thrusting until he’s fully situated inside her and jerks forward with a moan, resting his forehead on Eunsook’s shoulder as he grips her thighs, leaving vivid red prints on her pale white skin as he pulls out and slams in hard.
He flexes his hips expertly, having done this just as many times as Eunsook has. She closes her eyes and blocks out the cameras, the steady beep of the red light and instead, focuses on the pleasure. The way she can feel every vein and ridge of Taemin inside her, how tight he grips her legs, how deep he is inside her...the red light becoming a distant memory as she loses herself in euphoric pleasure.
Eunsook mewls at the sensation of being so full, eyes rolling back into her head as he pounds into her with tight thrusts, hips slamming into hers so roughly that a slapping sound resounds in the classroom, his balls smacking against her as he leans towards her for another kiss, hands snaking around to rub her clit.
Her second orgasm is stronger than the first, has her stomach clenching and fingers tightening around the edge of the desk, leg trembling over Taemin’s shoulder and her whole body shudders, muscles clamping around his cock and it triggers Taemin’s release. He pulls out quickly, shoving her off his shoulder and jerks off his cock with a groan, thick ropes of his cum spurting onto her flat stomach, dotting over her skin.
Eunsook lays back on the table and allows the camera to get close to her, allows it drag over her body to see her abused and debauched state, cheeks flush and hair dishevelled, covered in Taemin’s cum while he sneaks his clothes off the floor and flees to the sparse crew, taking a towel and wiping himself off before disappearing out the room.
“That’s a wrap. Well done guys.” The director calls out and Taemin reappears at her side, taking her hand and helping her off the desk, offering her a towel.
“Listen, I’ve got somewhere to be right now but…here’s my number, if you ever want to go out sometime…or something…” Taemin hands her a small piece of paper and sure enough, there’s a phone number messily scrawled on it. “I mean, I know this is the first time we’ve ever had a scene together but…”
“Yeah, um, thanks.” Eunsook blindly says, brows furrowing as she stares down at the paper.
“Well, I guess I'll see you around then... Noona." Taemin replies as he winks, pronouncing each syllable of the word with perfection.