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entertaining pleasures (m) pt. 1

a THAT’S SHOWBIZ, BABY! 💼 AN SVT COLLABORATION Pairing: entertainment ceo!chan x f!tv producer! reader Genre: fluff, comedy, smut, Word count: 3.k rating: R (in second pt. 2) tags: (smut in pt 2) enemies to fwbs, fwb to ???, entertainment au, office au, cocky!chan, undermining!reader, work power play Summary: Chan didn't think he had what it takes and motivation to be a CEO when he rather be the one on stage. It wasn't until he met the most obnoxious TV producer he's ever met that he was committed to being the best goddamn Entertainment CEO they and Carat Company has ever seen. Author Note: part 2 in the works! i have been going through such a month lately and i had hoped it'd end sooner than later. hopefully when i'm at a better place i can feel confident enough to rejoin the jungle of tumblr. as of now, thank you for all your patience.

Lee Chan never wanted to be CEO of an entertainment company. He knew his talents would be wasted behind a desk, no matter how good he looked in a suit.

After years of begging his Uncle Cheolin to let him audition for a spot in his company, the old man instead decided to bestow the passionate performer with something more practical. In that senile elder’s eyes, CEO—his former position—would be in good hands with Chan, who loved the stage and performance more than anything. The old coot thought that no one person would be better to hold the position than someone who values the limelight as much as Chan does.

Chan thought this was the biggest mistake the old man had ever made. He knew nothing about the entertainment industry except wanting to be a part of it, being on stage for everyone to see. Alas, these were the cards he’d been dealt, and it looked like he’d never get his chance for fame.

However, there was an upside to this.

“Hello? Interns can’t be back here. Go back to your designated stations, please.”

Befuddled, Chan stared back at you with clear offense, turning his head around to be sure he was the person you decided to speak to in such a manner. “Excuse me, are you talking to me?”

You rolled your eyes, holding your clipboard to your chest like an impatient authority figure as you tapped your foot incessantly. “Is there anyone else here?”

The CEO scoffed, crossing his arms. Sure, he could’ve dressed better today and not thrown on the hoodie he’s had since high school, but he wanted to be lowkey. Inconspicuous. Perhaps his attempt to do so was too successful.

Still, couldn’t you feel the powerful aura he emitted? Even if he wasn’t in the position he desired, his charisma was undeniable. Suits look great on him; you should get that vibe even when he’s not wearing one. How could you mistake him for a mere intern?

He tried smiling politely, about to dismiss it as a simple misunderstanding. “You are severely mistaken, Miss—“

“There’s no time for this.” Turning to the back of the set, you picked up a pack of water bottles and shoved them in his hands, leaving him baffled. “Pass these along to the cast. You don’t need me to show you where they’re residing, do you?”

He read off the ID on your lanyard, committing your name and position to memory. “Miss Producer. You had better listen to what I have to say before my patience runs thin.”

You sneered at his unexpected attitude. “Are you looking to join the unemployment line? Just do as you’re told. No more, no less.”

Chan, a man rarely flustered, felt a vein throb at his temple. How dare you threaten him? His face, usually so carefree and composed, was now a canvas of barely suppressed fury. "Hey—"

Before he could properly articulate his outrage, your earpiece came to life with static in your ear. You held up a hand, a dismissive gesture that cut off his nascent tirade mid-sentence. His jaw stayed slack open, seeing your attention quickly averted elsewhere. His brow furrowed in annoyance as you picked up the message on the other end, as if he wasn’t there, about to show you a piece of his mind. "Go for PD…are you kidding me? Again?"

Before the CEO could clear up the confusion, you were already strutting to a different room, not giving him a word in edgewise, leaving him with his arms full of water bottles. Well, this wasn’t what he expected to see on a television set.

Obligation was instilled in him despite the bizarre circumstance, and he sought out the cast you commanded him to tend to, handing off the water bottles as you told him. Talent from the agency that recognized him from the first day accepted his offering, confused, asking what he was doing here and doing menial tasks. Chan simply shrugged, just wanting to get through the day, finishing up the work before quietly scoping out the rest of the set.

Just in his line of vision, you’re discussing something with another crew member, your stern disposition leaving the company with their hands politely crossed before they scurried off to do the unheard task. The CEO shook his head disapprovingly, crossing his arms over his chest. He valued good, hard work just as much as the next guy, but people can make mistakes, and there’s a better way to handle these matters. He knew you for an hour, and already he did not like you.

Now he was dying to show off his authority, but he desperately needed to get out of these clothes.

The next time he made a visit, he made sure it was in a tailored suit fit to perfection, business cards stuffed in his pockets, and a mean look that meant business. He observed from a distance, watching all of the chaos. The set was as hectic as last time, if not more, and you were seen everywhere at once, acting the part of the producer to the tee, never having a second to yourself. He almost started to feel bad, but it didn’t soften his wounded pride. He had to show you who’s boss.

As the high of a filming day died down, Chan watched as you retreated to your office and waited until no one else could bother you. He then knocked on your door, listening for your response to enter. When you finally answered, he walked in, your eyes not leaving your laptop as he entered.

“What now?”

He smoothed his hands over his suit, mustering a clear and confident tone. “Hello.”

Your eyes barely lift to meet Chan’s gaze, unimpressed even with his new appearance. “I don’t know who let you in, but we’re not buying anything.”

Chan gritted his teeth at your lackluster response, but maintained his composure, politely approaching. “I assure you, Producer, I am not selling you anything.”

You narrowed your gaze. “Then who are you? What do you want?”

Chan stood tall and confident, looking as if he could command a room with ease. His posture was impeccable, shoulders back, chin slightly raised, a picture of self-assurance honed by years at the helm of a multinational corporation. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, hinting at a quiet satisfaction with the trajectory of his empire. “Allow me to introduce myself. You may have recognized me under a different guise, so let me clear up the confusion. My name is Lee Jung Chan, the acting CEO of Carat Ent. Pleasure to make all your acquaintance properly.”

You narrowed your gaze at him, an unimpressed look etched onto your face. “What happened to Pi?” you questioned, a hint of suspicion lacing your voice.

He adjusted the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit jacket, a subtle movement that betrayed a flicker of nervousness. “He’s left me in charge so he can deal with other ventures,” Chan replied smoothly.

A smirk turned up your lips. “So old coot finally retire, did he?”

Chan cleared his throat, a small, polite sound that did little to mask his slight irritation. “Anyways, I’m taking his place. I’d appreciate not being mistaken for an intern. Again.”

You let out a loud ‘ha!’, a booming laugh that echoed in the spacious office. A wide, knowing smile spread across your face as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked into place. “Hmm, so that’s why you look familiar.”

“That's right, so if you mind–” Chan began, attempting to assert his newfound authority.

You cut him off, your curiosity piqued. “Aren’t you kinda young to be a CEO of a company as old as Carat Entertainment, Mr…Lee, was it?” You paused, feigning a struggle to recall his name, though you knew it perfectly well. The company had been a titan in the entertainment industry for decades, a venerable institution, and this young man seemed hardly old enough to run a lemonade stand, let alone a corporate empire.

“Why yes, I may appear so, but I am–I assure you–very capable in my position.” He spoke with a practiced confidence, bluffing out of his ass. He didn’t actually think so, not entirely, but he wasn’t going to let you, know that.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You wouldn’t let me,” he retorted, a strained smile playing on his lips.

“CEO Pi gave away his position to you?” you asked, the disbelief evident in your tone. Pi was a man who lived and breathed Carat Entertainment. The idea of him simply handing over the reins, especially to someone so seemingly inexperienced, was almost unfathomable.

He tried to keep his composure, stuffing his hands into his trouser pockets, the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster plastered across his face. He knew he was being teased, but he easily had the upper hand. “That is correct,” Chan affirmed, a hint of pride finally breaking through his carefully constructed facade.

“Why would he do that?” The question hung in the air, begging for a logical explanation.

Chan's eyes held yours, and a familiar glimmer of pride flickered within them. “Don’t you see the resemblance? With me and Uncle—the prior CEO?”

Upon closer inspection, you grasped his point and marveled at your previous oversight. The likeness was uncanny; it was as if a blur filter had been applied to the well-seasoned chief executive, making him appear thirty or forty years younger.

“Huh. Now the pieces are coming together.”

“Finally, you understand your place.” Chan’s voice was smooth, almost a purr, laced with an irritating blend of triumph and condescension.

“Nepotism is alive and well, I see.” The words were out before you could stop them, your sarcasm fueled by a superior sense of existence, knowing he was just another kid born into with a silver spoon.

Chan scoffed, licking the inside of his cheek as if physically holding back a torrent of sharp retorts. His eyes, however, narrowed slightly, flashing annoyance for the briefest of moments. “As a reminder,” he began, his voice taking on a sharper edge, “I am a capable person in my position. CEO Pi chose me for a reason, a reason that extends far beyond familial ties, I assure you.”

“Well, do you have anything else to say?” You challenged, crossing your arms over your chest, refusing to be intimidated.

“...No apology?” Chan raised an eyebrow, baffled by your lack of reaction. “You severely mistook me for an intern. Do you not feel that warrants some form of contrition?”

“Honest misunderstanding,” you stated, your voice flat, unyielding.

He scoffed again, a subtle sign of his indignation. “A misunderstanding that could have you blacklisted, out of this film set and potentially out of this industry, if I were anyone else. Consider yourself fortunate. I’ll be kind this time and not hold it against you, but let this be a lesson, a very clear one.”

You let out a chortle, amused at his attempt at a threat. “Sure. Will that be all?”

“.. Yes. For now,” he slowly made his way to the door. “And get used to my visits. I care about my talent, this certainly won't be the last time you see me.”

He made good on his word and visited as often as he said he would. You’d see his passing figure on set, his insistent presence at writer meetings, and even him frequently talking to actors in and out of his agency. Annoyed was an understatement, and every second he was around gnawed at your attention. His charismatic smile, so captivating to others, mocked you instead, undermining your position. The low hum of his conversations, interrupting important activities and meetings pertaining to the filming, had become a constant buzzing in your ears, impossible to tune out.

You found yourself subconsciously bracing for his appearances, a faint knot always tightening in your stomach at the sound of his voice or a whisper of his name. His casual inquiries about your work felt like thinly veiled assessments, no doubt scrutinizing your every choice just to get a rise out of you. Even the way he’d subtly rearrange a prop on set, a minor adjustment, felt like a direct commentary on your creative vision.

The filming set’s air always felt thick with his insistent presence, making it harder to hone in on work, just a scratch that no cream or remedy could get rid of. You started to notice the crew exchanging knowing glances whenever he was near, either excited or nervous for such an attractive but powerful person present, all while knowing just how much it affected you as executive producer.

Eventually, you were forced to pull him aside. The decision weighed heavily on you. It was the necessary confrontation you’d been dreading, even if it meant risking your position of power.

“Mr. Lee.”

Chan turned to you with a smug grin, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Yes, Miss Producer?” he purred, his voice a low rumble that irked you beyond belief.

“You need to stop interfering with work,” you stated, trying to keep your voice down despite the impending frustration. “You’re becoming a distraction for the people working on set.”

He chuckled, grating on your nerves. “I’m just being a proactive CEO, ensuring everything runs smoothly and my investments are protected.” He leaned back putting his weight on one side of his body, emulating an image of feigned nonchalance.

“Don’t you have other, more pressing work you should be doing?” you retorted, gesturing vaguely towards the mountains of paperwork and financial reports that surely awaited him back at the entertainment agency.

“Nothing as important as this, Miss Producer,” he said, his gaze sweeping across the bustling set, lingering on a leaning prop and pushing it back in place on the prop table before returning to you.

Being hands-on wasn’t a bad thing, but this level of micro-management was beyond excessive. “Oh really?” you challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Why yes, my talent is my top priority. I need to oversee them always, nurture their growth, and ensure their well-being. It’s part of my dedication to the arts.” He delivered with a theatrical flourish, as if he were a benevolent patron rather than a shrewd businessman, which was all he was to you as far as you knew besides annoying.

You let out a ghost of a scoff, trying to maintain your professionalism. “You and your pretty face may fool everyone else, but not me. However, everyone on set, especially me, knows you’re just here to bide time, get under my skin, and definitely not to ‘nurture talent.’”

“I see. So that’s what’s going on.” His smug expression widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked towards you, one foot over the other, like a predator stalking his prey before going in for the kill. “You’re into me, aren’t you? Is that why you’re so agitated?”

Your jaw dropped, wondering how he could be more wrong. “Can your ego be any bigger? Why is it that your attention is always on the wrong thing? We have a show to produce, deadlines to meet, and you’re here playing on my set like it's your own personal playground.”

He stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur. “Admit it, Miss Producer. Am I distracting you? You can’t focus because I’m all you think about, aren’t I?” He leaned in, standing only a few inches away from where you were, your discomfort pleasing him more than it should.

You took a step back, your patience wearing thin, licking the inside of your cheek. “Delusion may have gotten you your job, but it won’t get me.”

“You say that, but I can feel you undressing me with your eyes. Wherever I am, you’re there, lurking in from my peripheral view, glaring when really you’re wondering what I look like under this suit and tie. Isn’t that right?”

His voice was a low murmur, a velvet-coated accusation that sent you a shiver and admittedly pebbled your skin, not that you’d never admit it. The smug smile on his lips was fitting of a man who always got what he wanted, and right now, it seemed he was determined to dismantle your composure as he pushed and pawed at your buttons.

You scoffed, a habit that was becoming increasingly common around him. “Maybe instead of CEO, you should pursue writing. You seem to have a real talent for the dramatics.”

He chuckled, a rich, resonant sound that vibrated through the air between you. “Oh, I’m talented at a lot of things. You’d be pleasantly, perhaps even scandalously, pleased.” His eyes, dark and piercing, held yours in a gaze that felt suffocatingly intimate.

“Are you sure it’s not you who’s the one that is into me?” you countered, trying to turn the tables on him. Although your tone was dripping in sarcasm, your heart hammered a little faster than usual, betraying your determination not to yield to his whim.

His provoking smirk widened, a silent challenge in his eyes. "So, what if I am? What would you do then?" The words, though softly spoken, were as if subtly trying to lure you in without trying.

A retort died on your lips, the quick, sharp comeback you usually had at the ready suddenly elusive. His eyes, dark and intense, were boring into you, an intense force of gravity rooted you to the spot. Suddenly, the air felt thin, and you found yourself desperately trying to control the ragged rhythm of your breathing, each inhale and exhale a conscious effort.

Your gaze, almost against your will, grazed over his features, drawn in by the subtle dip in his brows that hinted at a deeper amusement. And then, your eyes landed on the curve of his lips, a slow, rousing, impish grin that made your stomach clench impossibly tight. There was something about the young CEO’s mockery that both infuriated and captivated you.

"Nothing," you managed. Swallowing, you tried to reclaim some semblance of control before adding, "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have actual work to do."

With a swift, almost desperate movement, you turned on your heel, determined to ignore him, to dismiss the inexplicable pull he exerted. But even as you walked away, you didn't have to turn back around to know he was still there, still grinning. The image of that smirk, that irritating grin, was burned into the wrinkles of your brain and adhered to the back of your mind.

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bitchlessdino · 2 months ago

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Hi coming in here to say that you're a really good writer and I love you

Thank you so much this was a nice surprise sorry I haven’t been around as much. I wanna do better about that and I hope I do some point.

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bitchlessdino · 3 months ago

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Thunder @ MusicCore!Dino you will forget be remembered. You are so cool. Holy shit my favorite performance in a while and camera work was so fucking good.

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bitchlessdino · 3 months ago

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ProRider (m)

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x f!reader Genre: humor, smut Word count: 4.6k rating: R tags: MDNI, open ending, mentions food, cruiser!seungkwan, ride attendant!reader, open ending, face riding, thigh grinding, exhibitionism, nipple teasing Summary: Anywhere there’s a FlowRider, you can just about ride any big or small artificial waves safely for any size rider, but there’s nothing artificial about the waves Seungkwan is trying to make with the cute attendant at one of these rides. Just how big of a wave is he going to make? Will he prove himself a pro? And will someone discover themselves to be a pro rider? Author Note: Thank you @camandemstudios for another amazing collab. shorter form fic lets gooooo. posting mostlyedited and will fix in post. sorry in advance for any mistakes. its been a long few months

Working the FlowRider booth was usually easy, and don’t get it wrong, it really was. All the cruises you’ve worked have made it easier since they were so accommodating, despite the lack of vacation days, but maybe you’ve been at sea for too long because all the cruisers on this cruise feel more annoying than the last.

Or maybe just one in particular.

“Hey. You're here again today. You following me or something?”

The young, admittedly handsome man looked toward you with charmingly turned-up lips as he leaned against the railing. You returned with disinterest, glazing over his figure attempting to stand before you aloof and carefree, but he couldn’t look more like he was trying hard. “Nope. I just work here, and you keep coming back.”

As he has done the last two days since the cruise began.

“I’m just joshing!” He grinned, swatting a playful hand. “Of course I know that. How can I forget such a beautiful ride attendant?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

He pretended to think. “No, we’re still at a sea day, and…I’m looking at the most interesting thing on the boat.”

“Zipline is right there.”

He chuckled. “I’m not just talking about the FlowRider ride.”

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been hit on, but this one was persistent. You were grateful it wasn’t some old geezer trying to get sleazy with someone when his wife wasn’t looking, but that didn’t mean you were abandoning your post for some pretty face and sweet words. The crew took their job seriously here, and if anyone was caught doing otherwise, they’d next claim ‘the hole,’ aka the worst cabin crew lodging in the entire ship. It was deprived of windows, air conditioning, and good lighting; had bedding with the integral structure of cardboard; and rumors say someone died in there because they were locked inside and forgotten.

Then again, it was just a tall tale. No one actually believed that to be true, but you weren’t taking any chances.

You gave him a deadpan expression. “Are you going to go on the ride today, or are you going to stand here and throw lame pickup lines at me again?”

He playfully pouted. “Why can’t I do both?”

You rolled your eyes. “Have at it then.”

His eyes lit up, charging to approach, doing pushups on the railing he’s leaning on. “Been waiting for you to say that all day—”

“The ride!” you clarified. “Your turn is up next.”

His gaze didn’t falter, unironically saluting you with two fingers. “I won’t be long, beautiful.”

He snatched a board that was conveniently within reach and ascended the stairs at the ride's summit, his focus intensely fixed on you even as your attention was directed elsewhere. Your gaze landed on another familiar face, his friend, who often accompanied him, seeing him display an apologetic smile.

You matched his expression, feeling a mutual sentiment towards him. “You here again too, Chan?”

He gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Seungkwan kinda dragged me when Hansol ran off. I only wanted to try it out the first time; I didn’t know he’d make this a regular thing. Sorry.”

You shook your head reassuringly. “It’s fine, but why do you let him do this?”

“...He chipped in for my entry. I’m indebted to him.”

Acknowledging the overextended favor, you gave the unfortunate kid a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, your gaze following his friend's clumsy takeoff and subsequent tumble on the amusement ride.

”I’m okay!” he said before a stream blasted in his face as he lifted himself off the board.

It wasn't one, wasn’t two, wasn’t three times, but six times that day he attempted to conquer the ride in that single day, and to much avail, nothing seemed to work. Embarrassing was putting it lightly.

"I swear I'm athletic!" echoed above the crashing water, his pleading gaze fixed on an observer standing nearby.

"Don't you gotta eat? Other people wanna ride this ride, you know—"

Not registering–or rather ignoring–your chiding, the drowning resurfaced, water streaming from his hair, a wide grin plastered across his face. "And I get to the back of the line after every failed attempt, just like everyone else. Don't you worry about me, gorgeous!" His playful retorted, winking.

"Right…you have to take a break sometime." Suengkwan wouldn't admit it, but you knew the sheer physical exertion of his repeated attempts was surely taking its toll.

Yet the challenge wasn't just the wave; it seemed to involve proving his prowess to the cute attendant his eyes were sent on. The young man responded with exaggerated offense, clutching his chest. "And allow you to think I'm incapable of staying on a little board? No way!"

"The ride is gonna end soon anyway,” you warned.

His excitement faltered, and the tension in his shoulders eased. A hint of disappointment flickered across his features, but the underlying enthusiasm remained. "Oh, well… I guess I can come back again tomorrow."

You shut your eyes, as if you were expecting that response, yet need to brace for impact. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

For three days, he’d come to see you, and all those days he’d failed to succeed the flow rider, but of course, there was no need to stop it there. Undeterred, Seungkwan would come even on disembarkment days, pestering you for another two days for almost every shift.

Until the cruise docked in the country everyone seemed most excited for, including Seungkwan. During all hours of that day, he didn’t see you at your shift. You should’ve been relieved, thanking whatever higher being for sparing you one day of his nuisance. You’ve had to mentally prepare every day to face his cheesy words and cocky smiles; this time, you were shown some mercy.

But weirdly, you missed it. Missed him. He had become so consistent this cruise, he felt like a natural routine. You didn’t think a cruiser could affect you that way, let alone one that used your work position as an advantage to hit on you.

Yet, the sweltering heat of the summer sun paired with the seemingly infinite night skies scented by salty ocean breeze made for a potent combination.

“Oh, hi…”

After the end of your shift, just a hair before dusk, you came up the elevator from your lodgings, heading in the direction of the pool before a familiar face appeared on a floor to the way up. His eyes widened in shock in your appearance, a hint of a smile on his face at your sudden appearance before it vanished as his gaze caressed your scantily clad body.

His silence earned your narrowed gaze, knowing very well the source of rare occurrence for one’s mouth who has talked non stop the moment you first locked eyes. “...stop staring.”

He jolted back to his senses, as if broken from a trance. “Sorry. Uh. Heading off to the pool?”

“Yeah. Got a good hour and a half left before it closes and with the big show tonight it should be mostly empty.” You briefly swept your gaze over his well groomed appearance. “You…clean up nice.”

A corner of his lips jerked up in a smile before he dusted imaginary dust off his suit jacket. “Finally noticed, hmm?”

“Where are you supposed to be? That doesn’t really look like buffet attire.”

“Me and my group booked dinner at a specialty restaurant; we just finished up. But just to be clear, I always look this nice. Maybe you just don’t like my wet and sexy look. That’s fine.” He took in your soft chuckle, savoring the laugh he was finally able to elicit from you. “Did you have dinner?”

You nodded, your voice lighter and less dry than expected. “I grabbed something at the buffet and wanted to take a last dip in the pool before it closes for the night.”

“Sounds like you have it all planned out…and all by yourself?”

You shrugged, internally surprised you were able to maintain a conversation with the man without warning him about safety measures and scolding him for repeatedly rejoining the FlowRider line with several tens of kids more than half his age that have waited patiently. “Usually. Nice change of pace from having to look over people several hours of the day with almost no breaks.”

“I know it's a long shot, but would you be opposed to me joining you then?”

You opened your mouth the spew the routine rejection you’re used to giving, but scanning over his groomed, fitted appearance, you held your tongue. Instead, you clicked your tongue in thought, meeting his hopeful eyes with a curious gaze. Shrugging, You came to a decision. “Sure, why not?”

He blinked, taken aback. “Wait, really?”

“Do you want me to say no?”

“No!” he exclaimed a tad too loudly. “I mean—no, nothing like that. It’s just,” you watched his ears turn a bright red, and a timidly meek air overtook his presence, “I just didn’t expect you to agree.”

“Well, you’ve certainly tried hard to get my attention, and albeit it was during work hours—the worst time to do it—you’re not…hard to look at. I’ll give you that.”

His lips curled up into a small, but transparent, grin.“So, I’m joining you in the pool?”

You nodded with a resigned sigh. “Yes, Seungkwan.”

“Y-you know my name.”

“I’ve seen and heard you enough times to remember it. You leave quite the impression.”

He doesn’t know whether to take it as a compliment, but decides to anyway. “Oh…mmh, thank you.”

“…So you gonna get changed or will you be swimming in your formal wear?”

“Come with me!” He tugged you with him and surprisingly you obliged, following him all the way to his room. “Wait here, please.”

He disappeared behind his cabin, leaving you alone with your thoughts, second guessing if this decision was such a good idea with all things considered. You even thought of ditching him in the midst of waiting, going back on your offer. But before you can put that idea into action, Seungkwan reappeared with a new appearance, ditching his dress shirt and slacks for a pair of mid-length trucks, a beach towel, and the skin on his body.

Your eyes shot open just briefly before regaining composure, quietly taking in his fit, toned physique. Your breath had gotten caught in your throat before you exhaled quietly through your nose, drawing the outline of his figure internally. You crossed your arms, putting weight on one side of your body, eyes washing over him in disbelief, and something else you hadn’t realized was there before. “You had a body like that under a rash guard?”

Blood rushed to his cheeks as he held his folded towel to his chest. “It was UV protective.”

“You know they offer free towels on the deck. You just have to return it at the end of the day.”

He clutched the towel tighter. “I-I’m aware.”

You softly scoffed, grinning at his bashful disposition you’ve only recently been acquainted with tonight, and you took his hand, warm and clammy in yours. “Come on, FlowRider boy.”

You had hoped it wouldn't be too crowded, and if luck would have it someone answered your prayers. The expansive pool deck lay mostly deserted, with only a handful of individuals scattered like colorful specks near the far end, their laughter a faint echo against the water's surface. A mischievous spark ignited in your eyes as a plan turned the gears in your head. You turned to him, a devious, playful smile spreading across your face.

“Hey, why don’t you go ahead get comfortable, I just need to grab a towel.”

He nodded with a smile. “Sure.”

Returning with a clean towel over your forearm, you come back to the sight of his bare back, muscles flexing as he propped his elbows on the edge of the pool as he soaked his lower back half. You licked your lips, feeling a growl hum in your throat the longer you stared, suddenly hot at the thought of seeing this man in compromising positions you wouldn’t otherwise think about if you hadn’t run into him tonight.

“Temperature good?”

He turned his head back towards you, beaming at you for not ditching him like he thought you would. “You’re back. Yeah, it’s real cool in here… So what did you eat for dinner?”

“Just your typical buffet food. Nothing extraordinary… but tonight I think I found something that looked extra…delicious.” You let your gaze linger on his toned form as he swam back towards you, water glistening on his skin as he rested his elbows on the pool’s ridged edge.

“Glad to hear it.” He grinned, unintentionally flexing, letting the ridges of his muscles play with shadows companied with dimmed lights. “I saved you a spot.” He gestured to the lounge chair.

“What a gentleman.” You sat, your gaze following his every movement as he ran laps in the water, each stroke revealing the sculpted lines of his back and shoulders. The way his wet hair fell across his forehead looked especially tantalizing under the dusk sky.

He stopped at the edge of the pool, shaking the water from his hair like a wet dog, sending droplets your way. “What would you be doing if you weren’t here with me?” You pondered.

He grabbed a towel, the terry cloth momentarily obscuring his view before he lowered it to his neck.

“Well, there was a musical, but I’ve already seen a previous showing. I would’ve just been there to study.”

You mused at his answer. “Study?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m a musical actor.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Hmm, wouldn’t have thought.”

He beamed, clearly pleased by your reaction. "I would invite you to one of my shows back home, but realistically, what are the chances of our paths crossing again, even if I'm on another cruise?"

You shrugged with a slight smirk. “You never know.”

He leaned in a little, earnesty coating his eyes. "Even though my job involves a lot of acting and putting on a show, I really had to rack up the nerve to approach you.”

You let out a soft scoff. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Just doing what I do best,” he shrugged, with a cheeky grin. “Front like my life depends on it, but I have to admit it was pretty fun finding ways to hit on you. At some point, I started believing in my confidence.”

“You’re an interesting person, Seungkwan.”

A soft hue of pink flushed his cheeks. “I try to be. So, what made you want to work a ride on the cruise?”

“Money, curiosity, a love for travel. Thought this was one of the best ways to start getting my sea legs because I much rather than than on a plane.”

“Fear of heights?”

You shook your head with a frown stained with disdain. “Fear of passenger bullshit. At least on the boat, it’s so big you can avoid them, unlike on a plane. It doesn't require as much effort compared to becoming a flight attendant.”

He chuckled at your honesty. “Was that initially the goal?”

“Not really, I always felt drawn to water. Deep down, I probably knew one day I’d work around it.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

His grin stretched from one beautifully high cheek bone to the other. “Beautiful and profound. Can you be any more amazing?”

You broke out in a laugh. “Shut up”

“I mean it. It’s nice to hear what’s on your mind instead of guessing whether you hate me or not.”

You rolled your eyes, a hint of a smile on your lips. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t like me either,” He pointed out lightly.

You shook your head, a sincere smile melting on your face. “If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be talking to me during my off hours right now.”

His eyebrows jumped, curiosity bringing his eyes to life. “So you’re saying I have a chance?”

“Whatever makes your showtuney heart happy.”

He daydreamed mid-conversation. “I’m already imagining how many kids we’ll have and the name of our dog. Do you mind ‘Mr. Flufferton’?”

"You are unbelievable," you finally breathed, gazes locked, neither willing to break the connection, a strange mixture of disbelief and something akin to reluctant admiration fogging your vision. The moment stretched, the very air around them seemed to vibrate with a lingering tension Seungkwan almost failed to notice.

"I'm heading to the hot tub," you announced, abruptly breaking the spell and severing of the intense connection that had held you both captive.

“What about the pool?” The confusion was clouded by his intrigue as he finds himself pushing out of the water.

A soft smile played on your lips as you turned slightly towards him. "Suddenly, I want a bit more…relaxing setting. Wanna join me?"

His head snapped up, a flicker of surprise and something akin to hope dancing in his eyes. A blush crept up his neck as he nearly slipped on the wet ground as he approached, the unexpected offer clearly catching him off guard. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice a touch higher than normal as he scrambled to gather his discarded towel and scattered belongings, baring a tremor of anticipation.

You rose gracefully from the lounge chair, the lingering scent of ozone and exertion clinging to your skin. Without waiting for a verbal confirmation beyond his initial agreement, you turned and began to walk towards the quieter side of the pool area as he trailed after you, his gaze fixed on your retreating figure.

You led him towards a secluded spa area, a haven of warmth and soothing jets hidden away in a bed of of still water. Your eyes instinctively scanned the familiar layout, locking onto the discreet blind spot near the far corner – a little well-known spot known to staff that wanted their privacy. A knowing smile touched your lips as you gestured towards it. "Come."

Reaching the control panel, you activate the spa mode. The gentle hum of the jets intensified, and the water began to churn, releasing a cloud of steam into the tranquil air and a welcoming bed of bubbles. You dipped a tentative toe into the welcoming warmth before sliding in completely, the swirling bubbles immediately enveloping your feet and legs, only parts of you not submerged being your chest and up as you settled against one of the molded seats.

Seungkwan hesitated, his eyes darting around the open space before reluctantly stepping into the warm water. He chose a seat on the opposite end, maintaining a respectful distance, his gaze fixed on the swirling water in front of him, carefully averting his eyes as if unsure where else to look. Anywhere but your wet, near-naked body.

“Isn’t this nice?”

Seungkwan tried to enjoy the warmth, he really did, but you just a mere few feet away from him gave him labored breaths. “It is.”

"Why are you sitting so far?" You grinned.

He shifted hesitantly. "I thought it’d be what you wanted. Should I move closer?" He asked already timidly preparing to do so.

Your aloof response was subtly laden with interest. "If that’s what you’re comfortable with."

“…then, I’ll work my way up towards it.”

His nerves settled as he heard your soft laughter, albeit aimed at him; it was delightful nonetheless. "You’re a lot shyer than I thought you’d be”,” you softly admitted, “It’s cute."

He broke out in a smile before he cleared his throat to respond. “I was acting like I knew what I was doing, remember? I’m kind of losing my shit over here being the same water as you.”

A low chuckle rumbled in your chest as you watched his reaction. "Maybe that's exactly what I'm into," you repeated, your voice a husky murmur that seemed to hang in the humid air. The amusement dancing in your eyes accompanied by the almost predatory stillness of your body.

“W-What?”

Without breaking eye contact, you began to close the small distance, every step deliberate, approaching him. You noticed the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the seat, the almost imperceptible bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

You paused, gaze sweeping over him with leisurely appraisal. "Bubbles look cute on you," you finally said, your voice a low purr.

“They are?” His question came out more breathless than anticipated, his heart steadily beating faster every passing second.

You took another slow step, the cool water now just inches from his legs. Your eyes continued their deliberate exploration, lingering for a moment on the flush creeping up his neck. You deliberately bit your bottom lip, "Really cute," you confirmed, your voice dropping even lower. "Just like how you're acting right now."

A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face before he finally managed to ask, his voice still a little shaky, "Are you usually this forward?"

You chuckled, inching even closer that he flinched, feeling both your feet make contact in the water, while it didn’t faze you in the slightest. “Are you normally this timid? What happened to the guy reading me pickup lines that he probably found on the Internet?”

He softly scoffed, turning his head to reveal his ears. “It was easier when you were blowing me off…I knew what to expect.”

“And what?” Your torso resurfaced from the water to corner him, “Now I make you flustered?”

He let out a shattered breath, shutting his eyes. “No. You make me heated. Putting all kinds of thoughts in my head.”

“Oh. FlowRider Boy has some fire, hmm…?” You straddled his lap, feeling the tension of his thighs underneath yours. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling yourself towards him so that he had no choice but to hold you in place. “It’s kinda hot. Maybe I do like the wet look on you.”

He holds your gaze for a moment, lips parted in pure disbelief. “...Fuck.”

“Wow…Your thighs are just as hard as the rest of you, but maybe not as hard as this,” you said, giggling as you brushed against his growing arousal.

He threw his head back. “You’re killing me.”

“Oh, yeah. What else do I do to you?”

“If I start listing it all out now…who knows how much time I’ll have left with you.”

“If you do a good job…I’ll let you decide that for me.”

His eyes shot open as an aroused gasp escaped his lips before it melted into a moan as you closed the distance and pressed yourself against him. His cock, harder than he’s ever experienced, flat against your stomach. “Oh fu…”

“Do you know how good you look right now underneath me?” You teased, slowly moving your hips, getting wet with something that the jacuzzi couldn’t offer.

“Not as good as you look grinding on me right now.”

You let out a soft hum, tips of your noses grazing against each other. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

He visibly swallowed. “Y-you read my mind.”

You splayed one last smirk before smashing your lips against his, arching into him as his hands found your hips. You swallowed his whimpers before they were replaced with grunts, his fingers digging into your flesh with such hunger that you had hardly the time to process it. You shifted in his lap, flattening against him closer as an arm draped over his shoulder while a hand had your digits run through his hair.

“How is this happening?” he mumbled against your lips.

“I told you. You looked cute in bubbles.”

“I might actually pass out. Please pinch me.”

You chuckled before your fingers grazed over his chest, doing what he asked as you rolled a stiff peak tight between your fingertips. His mouth dropped in a soft moan as he sent an accusatory look at you. “You—“

“You never said pinch you where.”

He let out a soft moan as you tightened your pinch. “That was the last place I thought you’d do it.”

“Well, are you going to do anything about it?” you challenged.

His gaze drifted over your chest, your nipples poking through your swimsuit deliciously as water droplets adorned your skin. He met your gaze once more, finding a flirtatious anticipation in your eyes before he took the plunge. His full palm gripped around your breast in a spiteful squeeze, and you shuddered against him. His thumb teased the outline of a nipple, while he softly panted from the excitement of his own actions. A tingling sensation burned his busy hand, while the other lowered to your ass before he claimed the flesh of its weight.

You softly moaned against his lips, breaking out in a smile and letting it collide with his mouth, tasting the festering hunger inside him as his tongue more freely explored you. “Mmh, I didn’t think riling you up would be so fun.”

He snickered lightly, maintaining his gaze, “Keep touching me and I’ll show you how much more fun I can be.”

You felt a flutter in your stomach and heat pooling between your legs. “Your room. Take me there. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a swift, almost unconscious movement, he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist in an instant. The realization hit them both at the same moment as you locked eyes. His arms, strong and sure, held you aloft, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to pause. He found himself momentarily stunned, not just by the sudden intimacy, but by the sheer naturalness of the gesture and perhaps the heartbeating in your chest in tandem with him, leaving you for once speechless.

A blush warmed his cheeks as the implications of your position dawned on him. “I…should probably put you down,” he stammered with a hesitant uncertainty, and suddenly all he could think about was the ship’s surveillance cameras. The weight of you in his arms felt strangely right, yet the awareness of their surroundings forced him to act against his animalistic desires.

“Unfortunately.”

He sets you on your feet before taking your hand and guiding you gingerly back to his room. The moment that door closed, it was free rein. You jumped back in his embrace, anchoring your legs around his torso as he was forced to push against the door to keep you in place.

“Finally,” he softly breathed before colliding with your lips again, wholeheartedly kissing you with every sane breath he had left.

“What do you want to do, baby? I’m all ears.”

He felt shivers at your sudden pet name. “I want you to do what you did in the hot tub, but on my face.”

You were taken back, suprised he came up with the idea, and lightning struck your spine at the thought. “That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You pushed him on his back, letting your hand crawl up his wet, flustered skin as you prowled toward him, ravenous hunger in your gaze. You crawled over him, looming over his figure as clear anticipation heated up in his eyes, stealing his breath.

“How much have you thought about this?”

He smiles, panting from the adrenaline rush. “Enough to have the neighbors recall your name by my voice alone.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” You hovered your groin over him, watching his eyes follow the path of your molten heat, dripping pool water on his cheeks.

You raked your fingers through his hair, tugging from the roots as you angled his face up, his gaze glistening his anticipation as he traced over his lips with his tongue. The second you felt his lips, you could melt right there on top of him. Moans replaced your once dry responses, while Seungkwan weak filiratious advances was traded in for hungry fervor, satiated by your taste.

Seungkwan may not have mastered the FlowRider, but it seems someone was able to master him.

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WHAT THE FUCK I FUCK WITH THUNDER SO BAD

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bitchlessdino · 3 months ago

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Holy shit it’s been ten years

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