he so cute | jhs

Idol life is infinitely more fun when you get to take your pick of all the hot, eligible men in the industry. Too bad your manager doesn’t like when you can’t keep it in your pants.

»pairing: manager!hoseok x idol!reader 
»date/wc: August 2022 | 4k
»genre: BTS | 18+ | idol au | coworkers to lovers | pwp | smut 
»warnings: angry hobi 🥲 | blowjob | choking | fingering | hobi and yn use sex as power to get what they want from each other | slut shaming | unprotected vaginal sex | overstimulation
» notes: this idea has been sitting around in my head for forever and seeing hobi at lolla pushed me to finish~ ngl i did not edit it khsdfs soooo my apologies
»masterlist

»what was jai listening to?i like him - princess nokia

“Every day you make my life more difficult.”

Hoseok sat with one leg on the edge of his desk and his arms crossed against his chest. You thought he was going to say more, but he merely stared at you, his eyes dark and laced with disappointment. This was the third time in two weeks that you’d been called into his office - a record high, if you remembered correctly. 

You were in the final stages of preparing your upcoming album. That meant a lot of time spent in your studio which so happened to be down the hall from your manager’s office. How convenient it was for him to stroll down the hallway, Versace loafers clicking against the tile. It was a shame the soundproof room never alerted you to when he was coming until he was already banging on your door. 

“Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to have Choi PD barge into my office to question if our marketing team asked you to fuck the entire Bangtan Sonyeondan vocal line as part of your comeback or if I truly have no control over my whore of an idol?” 

The only thing sharper than Hoseok’s words was the slap his hand made when he slammed a pile of tabloids onto the desk in front of you. You sat with your back straight in the chair, eyes cast downward. 

There was your name, plastered all over those trashy celebrity magazines, accompanied by various paparazzi and sasaeng photos of you and other idols. The most recent tabloid was distributing photos of you and Kim Seokjin getting a bit too cozy at a nightclub. The angle the photos were taken at certainly gave the appearance that the two of you were making out, but who really knew? 

“I told Jin that blowing a kiss at the camera was a bad idea, but do you think Mr. Worldwide Handsome was going to listen to me?” You narrowed your eyes at your manager.

Everyone knew Kim Seokjin was likely the only idol who could get away with whatever he wanted. You, unfortunately, did not have that privilege, as Hoseok loved to remind you. 

“Oh yes, because that’s the issue here. Kim Seokjin blowing a kiss like the arrogant asshole he is. I wonder if his manager gets his ass handed to him by Bang PD every time he sticks his dick somewhere it shouldn’t be.” 

Hoseok was more pissed than you’d ever seen him, and the two of you have worked together since you were a trainee. 

“Exactly! How is it fair that I’m the one who gets in trouble? How is it fair that I’m the one the tabloids paint as a whore when everyone knows Jin can’t keep his dick in his pants?” You threw up your hands in frustration, not even bothering to flip through the magazines. You already knew what they’d say. 

Perhaps your questions were the confession that something had happened between the two of you, but you were more worried about getting out of whatever punishment Hoseok was about to bestow upon you. 

He pressed his hands together and brought them to his mouth as if he were praying that God would just strike you down right now so he wouldn’t have to deal with you any longer. 

“Y/N, I’m not trying to argue with you over sexist tabloid practices,” Hoseok spoke slowly, his eyes fluttering closed as he took a deep breath to even out his tone. “I’m telling you that Choi PD has forbidden you from going anywhere aside from the dorms or the studio-” 

He held up his finger at you when you made a sound of protest, his eyes still closed. 

“Unless you are chaperoned… by me…” He opened his eyes and his pink lips disappeared into a tight grimace. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Your words were extremely inappropriate to use towards your elder, but you didn’t give a shit right now. 

“Watch your language,” Hoseok snapped. “It’s not like I’m particularly thrilled to be the one cockblocking you every day.” 

Vulgarness was shocking coming from your manager’s mouth. Something about watching his lips form the word made your skin tingle.

“Oh, do you wish you were on the receiving end of my salacious behavior, oppa?” you asked with a smirk. You licked your lips and leaned back in your seat, crossing your legs over each other, waiting for him to squirm underneath your inappropriate behavior. 

Your smirk fell when Hoseok took hold of the arms of your chair and leaned into you so closely that your faces nearly touched. His eyes roamed your body, pausing at your lips, before returning to stare into your eyes. It was clear that he was still pissed, but there was something else burning in his gaze.

“Don’t test me, Y/N.” 

“You know telling me not to do something makes me want to do it even more,” you said with a recovered smirk. As if to challenge him, you leaned forward to make the space between you even smaller, like a spiteful game of chicken. 

Whatever power trip your manager was trying to get out of this situation wasn’t going to fly with you. Sure, Hoseok was a bit of a control freak, but this challenging behavior was shocking. You would be thrilled to knock him off his high horse. 

However, your cocky attitude was once again short-lived. Rather than back down like you’d expected, your goody-two-shoes of a manager wrapped his hand around your neck and pushed you backwards into your chair. You tried to swallow, but the movement only made him tighten his grip on you. 

Despite the uncharacteristic behavior, you weren’t scared of him. Hoseok would never do anything to hurt you, no matter how frustrated he got with you. You were his greatest star. 

No, instead of fear, you felt heat flow through your body like lava, and your heart skipped a beat when you felt Hoseok’s lips brush against your ear. 

“Are you that desperate for dick that you resort to taunting your own manager?”

“Are you that curious that you’d give in?” Your voice came out thick from the pressure Hoseok was applying to your vocal cords, but your snarky attitude shone bright through your hoarseness. 

“This isn’t curiosity. I already know you’re a whore. Look at you.” 

You could see the fire in Hoseok’s eyes crack his usually cool composure. His attention turned towards your parted lips, taking in the way you were heavily breathing, before flicking down to stare at your crossed legs. Thighs squeezed together. 

“How about this, kitten. You show me just how obedient you can be for me, and I’ll toss in a few hours of unsupervised fun for you and whichever arrogant prick you’re fucking now?” 

“A few hours?” you snickered, a scoff getting stuck in your throat when Hoseok squeezes just a bit more. 

“Beggars can’t be choosers, sweet.” 

By this point you were starting to feel lightheaded and the pressure of Hoseok’s long fingers tightening around your throat began to hurt. You blinked slowly, tongue lolling out to roll over your dry lips. Obedience. That was all this entertainment company wanted. What the industry expected. But there was no denying Hoseok had been good to you compared to other managers. 

You nodded and Hoseok immediately released you. Relief flooded your brain as your lungs gasped for air. 

“Good.” Hoseok took a step back to lean against the front of his desk with his arms crossed against his chest. “Now get on your knees like the sweet little whore that you are.” 

His face was almost unreadable aside from the sharpness of his gaze as he watched you sink to your knees. The black marble chilled your skin and pressed uncomfortably into your kneecaps, but you had more important things to worry about than sore knees. 

It was funny how people joked about idols sucking dick to climb higher in the industry. And here you were, about to suck dick just to be able to go to a nightclub with your friends. Ridiculous. 

Hopefully Hoseok’s dick was as pretty as he was. You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t thought your manager was attractive. The very first time you met him, your immediate thought was just how pretty he was. His long face and angular jaw created chiseled features that made an otherwise boyish face look intimidatingly serious. You saw his jaw set and molars clenched when he critiqued your choreography or listened to a final draft of your songs. Something in you yearned to gain his approval, lighting up every time that seriousness dissipated. The first time you saw his facade crack, you’d been mesmerized by such a bright smile, large, perfectly-aligned teeth and eyes softer than any you’d seen before. 

The duality of man, you thought with a mental snort as you inched closer to Hoseok. Quick fingers undid his black slacks, tugging them down along with his briefs (Versace, no surprise there). 

“You better keep this to yourself,” you muttered, but your threat was weakened by your obvious gawking at the leaking cock that stood erect before you. Hoseok’s body was lithe but strong, a reminder of his days as an idol himself. More than once you’d nearly gotten caught admiring his physique at the gym, but you’d never imagined his cock could be just as beautiful as the rest of him. You almost wanted to gag already, just out of how poetic it all was. 

Should you give him a good time, though? Did he really deserve it? Your eyes flitted up to see Hoseok gazing down at you. The tip of his tongue peeked out to swipe across his lips and when his eyes met yours you felt his cock twitch in your hand. 

“It’s a pity you’re so used to your sexual exploits getting leaked,” Hoseok said with a smirk. 

Maybe he didn’t deserve a good time. 

Grabbing the base, you leaned forward to spit on his cock, using your spit and the little beads of precum leaking from his tip to lubricate your hand as you pumped him. This would be easy; your mouth was already watering. 

Hoseok somehow managed to maintain a calm tone while you let a stream of spit drip onto the head of his cock. “Ever heard of an NDA, kitten?” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

Hoseok let out a laugh that only edged on shaky as you ran your tongue up the underside of his cock. When your tongue hit the ridge of his head, you felt him shudder. You flicked the tip of your tongue at the same spot once again and coaxed a low moan out of Hoseok that practically had you gushing. 

You closed your eyes and focused on breathing out of your nose as you inched your mouth down Hoseok’s cock. His head was heavy as it laid on your outstretched tongue, the ridge gliding against your lips as you sucked the tip for a moment before sliding further. One hand secured the base while the other squeezed his thigh. Your blood red acrylics dug crescent moons into his skin; his muscles twitched beneath the pressure. 

“Is kitty better?” Hoseok waited until you had his cock in your mouth to respond, of course not giving you any time to come up with a quip of your own. 

The effort was more considerable than you’d anticipated, not that you’d assumed your manager had a little dick. With the commanding presence he had, he screamed nothing but massive cock. Still, you were somewhat surprised by your struggle to swallow him whole. 

“Fuck…” Hoseok moaned, uncrossing his arms. He leaned forward to grab your wrist, stopping your hand from pumping the part of him you couldn’t yet reach. Confusion mottled your eyebrows together and you pulled back until only his tip was sucked between your lips. 

He twisted the sleeve of your shirt. “Get rid of this.” 

The garment tied together in the front, an intricate pattern of string laced up your cleavage. Continuing to bob up and down his cock, you hurried to untie the bow at your collarbones, slowly undoing the strings until you could slide the blouse off of your arms. 

Once you were topless with only your lace bralette covering your tits, Hoseok leaned back again. He reached behind himself to hold onto the edge of his desk and the movement jostled you a bit. His cock slammed into your throat a bit too quickly, making you gag around him. Moaning at the sensation of your throat closing around him, Hoseok bucked into you again, hitting the back of your throat with more force than before. 

Tears burned the corners of your eyes, but you did your best to keep them at bay. You dug your nails into his thighs even deeper to ground yourself as your lungs frantically remembered how to breathe through your obstructed airway. 

Perhaps Hoseok pitied you, or maybe he was about to cum, but soon he yanked a handful of your hair to pull you off of his cock. You sputtered and bristled at the realization that you were… embarrassed by your inability to finish what you’d started. But what did your sexual prowess matter in this situation? Hoseok was trying to get his dick wet and you were trying to lessen your punishment. Who cared what your manager thought. 

But when you peered up at him, his pupils blown up and high cheeks flushed pink, your stomach fluttered. 

“Don’t fall in love too quickly,” Hoseok snickered. He beckoned for you to stand up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt and pulling you forward. Blood rushed to your face at his comment, but you snapped a response as though you were engaging in nothing but your typical workplace banter. 

“Wasn’t planning on it, oppa.” 

“Take your skirt off so I can fuck you properly.” 

You watched his chest rise and fall beneath his tight white button-up shirt, the top button popped open to expose more of his neck, a bit of collarbone, a sliver of chest. his hair was slightly issued as though he’s run his hands through it while you were sucking him off. He looked so raw compared to the sterile way he normally carried himself, and you’d barely done anything. 

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” 

“Obedience was part of the deal.” 

You pursed your lips, wondering how much hell he was going to give you later if you obliged. Did you want to fuck him? Your thong was sticking to your pussy, if that was enough of an indication. 

Slowly, you shimmied your skirt down your legs, kicking it away. Hoseok winced as he saw the clothing item skid across the floor. 

“That is Gucci, Y/N,” he sighed. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

“Yes, do you know how much that costs? I don’t just put you into clothes for free.” He had the nerve to press his fingers to his temples as if his dick wasn’t out in the open, hard as a fucking rock, and you weren’t standing in front of him in $2,000 worth of Dolce and Gabbana lingerie. 

Glowering, you retrieved the skirt and brushed it off before gently placing it on top of Hoseok’s desk. 

“Better?” you huffed. “You really know how to kill the fucking mood, Jung Hos-”

Taking a hold of your arm, Hoseok flipped you around and pushed you forward so you kneeled with your knees on the seat of your chair, facing the opposite direction. Placing a firm hand on your waist, he forced you to arch your back, your ass sticking up for him and your face and chest pressed against the back of the chair. 

“Oh my god, you could have warned me.” You tilted your head to the side to speak, catching a glimpse of Hoseok when you craned your neck around. 

“Look at you leaking all over yourself. Such a needy little whore just like everyone says.” 

Pulling your thong to the side, Hoseok swiped the head of his cock through your dripping folds, smearing your arousal all over your lips and the inside of your thighs. You let out a gasp and raised your hips to rub against his cock, but he gave you a hard slap on the ass to stop you. The force sent you forward and you had to grip the back of the chair to stay in place. 

“So fucking greedy,” he taunted. Hoseok gave your pussy a few slaps with his dick, pressing hard against your clit to watch your legs shake and your walls clench with anticipation. 

“Hoseok!” you yelped, feeling your legs buckle. He grabbed your hips with both hands and hoisted you back up so you were solidly on your knees once more. 

He leaned forward to growl in your ear and you felt the buttons of his shirt drag against your back. “What did I tell you about your language?” 

His arm wrapped around the front of your waist so he could dip his hand between your legs. Your moans were muffled against the fabric of the chair, lips going dry just to wet them again as you began to drool when Hoseok pinched your clit. 

“Oppa, please.” You breathed out of your mouth, panting and whining so loudly you were sure someone walking outside of Hoseok’s office would be able to hear you. 

With a satisfied hum at your correction, Hoseok spread your lips apart and plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy. You quivered as he pumped into you, twisting his long digits to press hard against your front wall, searching. 

“Tell me, Y/N,” His fingers found the sweet spot inside you and dragged against it hard, nearly coaxing tears from your eyes once again. “Does Seokjin make you shake like this?” 

“No, no,” You squeezed your eyes shut and rocked backwards against his hand. 

Nearly all the air shot out of you once you felt Hoseok’s other hand begin toying with you clit while he continued to fuck you with his fingers. He dragged his nails along the sides of your clit, gathering up your arousal to then swirl it along the top in tight circles. The flick of his movements made you dizzy, and you realized you weren’t breathing. 

“H-Hoseok,” you panted, squeezing the chair as hard as you could. You could feel the wet heat threatening to gush between your thighs, the buildup of pleasure causing you to involuntarily buck your hips. You came before either of you could say anything else. Your body locked up and you moaned into the chair so loudly Hoseok slapped his hand over your mouth. 

“So what is the point of wasting your time and reputation?” You were too dizzy with the realization that your manager had just made you cum to know what to say to his question. When you didn’t answer his question, Hoseok pinched your oversensitive clit. “Nothing in that empty whore brain of yours? I thought I trained you better than this.” 

“Hoseok, please,” you whimpered when he removed his hands from you. His absence felt cold and empty, but you didn’t dare turn around. “I’m tired.” Tired of the hours. Tired of the charades. Tired of the bullshit. 

“And bouncing on every eligible idol’s cock isn’t tiring?” 

It was, but not in the way he probably assumed. 

His hands were soft and warm on your hips as he guided you to grind against his cock, coating himself in your arousal. Finally, he sunk his cock into your swollen pussy. You wiggled slightly to guide him in the correct angle as he sunk deeper into you. The wet slap of his hips fully connecting with your ass echoed through the silent office. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You clung to the back of the chair and covered your mouth to keep yourself from screaming as Hoseok began pounding into you, your body still sensitive and tingling. “It’s, it’s,” you let out a quiet moan when Hoseok adjusted his position, returning his fingers to your clit. “It’s none of your business.” 

“You are my business,” Hoseok grunted, slamming particularly hard into you, sending ripples up your body. The way his comment pulled another moan from your chest was more embarrassing than getting naked in front of him or choking on his cock. 

“So you better get used to it.” 

You felt Hoseok twitch when your walls clenched around him, the clear indication that you were getting close yet again. Brain still dizzy and buzzing. Body still shuddering from the overstimulation as his fingers continued to wreak havoc on your clit. Yet somehow he managed his composure, gruff grunts and quiet curses slipping from his parted lips with self-restraint you could never imagine possessing. How could he keep it up while you were practically writhing beneath him as you came for the second time? He’d broken you down to a whimpering mess. 

“Too much,” you whined, reaching down to clutch Hoseok’s forearm. 

“Suddenly can’t handle it, kitten?” His muscles flexed beneath his skin as his fingers still circled your pulsing clit. He didn’t stop until his composure finally broke, pressing his chest against your back as he found his release inside of you, whispering hushed growls into your ear. 

The two of you stayed like that for a long time, chests heaving against each other until they found a pattern to match one another. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push away the way Hoseok’s moans played on loop in your head. 

Slowly, he pulled out of you and goosebumps spiked up your arms as his cum trickled down the inside of your thigh. His fingers tickled your skin as he scooped up his cum and pushed it back inside of you, pressing against your g-spot one final time just to make you moan. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, drawing his bottom lip between his perfect teeth. “Keep this up and Choi PD’s berating may be worth it.” 

You felt your face heat up and you quickly adjusted your thong to cover yourself. The cold, stickiness of the material made you shiver. 

“We have a deal,” you said with your chin jutted out, maintaining your dignity and not betray the way watching Hoseok tuck his cock back into his pants made your breath get caught in your throat. If he liked your pussy this much, you were going to get what you wanted out of this.

Hoseok’s dark eyes met yours, jaw set and head slightly tilted back as he studied your face. “I am always a man of my word.”

“Good.” You nodded and reached for your clothes. When you brushed against Hoseok, you felt that tingly spark across your skin. You avoided his gaze as you got dressed and missed the way he pouted when he realized you were going to get cum all over your Gucci skirt. Because that was what mattered in this moment. 

The two of you stood beside each other for a moment, the new silence of the room providing you with nothing to drown out the memory of Hoseok’s sweet sounds in your head. He cleared his throat and you finally turned to stare at the smoldering embers still flickering in his eyes. 

“If you need me, I’ll be in my room,“ you said. As you turned to leave, Hoseok grabbed your wrist to pull you flush against his chest. You let out a small gasp that was quickly silenced when he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was shockingly gentle, slow, almost thoughtful in comparison to the way he’d just fucked you. Your eyes fluttered close and you held onto the front of his shirt to steady yourself. You fumbled to match his rhythm, eventually giving up to open your mouth as Hoseok licked at you. 

He pulled away out of breath, the two of you finding yourself in the same position once again, chests heaving and both of you attempting to calm yourselves down. 

“Don’t forget about the teaser shoot in the morning, "he said, letting go of your wrist. You nodded and finally crossed the threshold of his office, letting the door softly click behind you.

There was no way for you to know that Hoseok still stood in the same spot, staring at where you’d gone through the door, while you stood just outside of it, thinking of him.

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