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Chaos. That’s what Wooyoung always brings during show time. Every stylist, hairstylist, makeup artist, and models were running around. Everyone except Wooyoung. He was the oldest model of the luxury brand which made him full of himself.
Wooyoung was sitting on one of the model’s chairs, scrolling on his phone and chewing loudly on his gum. He looked around him, uninterested. A long sigh escaped his lips and he decided to start looking around the set. He started wandering around, touching everything and anything until the stylist called his name. A slight smirk spread on his lips and he walked toward his dressing room to get ready. It was his usual stylist and makeup artist that were here, waiting for him. They bowed and smiled at him.
“Hi Wooyoung, how are you?” Started Seonghwa, his makeup artist.
Wooyoung, being his usual self, only shrugged before taking a seat on the chair in front of the mirror. They didn’t say anything but they shared a look. Seoghwa and Hongjoong, the stylist, knew that he was going to be a pain in the ass.
Seonghwa did not waste a second and started doing his makeup. The artistic direction was something more blushy and pinky for the makeup. So after using a bit of concealer, Seonghwa started taking the most pigmented blush and the big and fluffy makeup brush.
Wooyoung had his eyes closed and his head moved to the beat of the song that was playing in the small room. The makeup artist started applying the blush under his eyes and Wooyoung opened them and looked at him. “What are you doing?” He asked, voice low but dangerous.
Seonghwa frowned, he was just doing what he was told. “Hum? Doing your makeup?” He tried, unsure of what he was supposed to say.
“Since when are we doing pink cute makeup? You know I want something dark and smoky. That's what we always do.”
Seonghwa looked at his Hongjoong, trying to find something to say. “Well, this is what every other model is getting. The vibe has to be cute and blushy.”
“I don’t care about the vibe.” He mocked. “I want something that suits me. If you can’t do it then I will have someone else to do it for me.”
Seonghwa gulped. He was confused, what was he supposed to do? The runway was supposed to start in less than an hour and he still had to do his whole face and hair before letting Hongjoong dress him. “Wooyoung, you know I can’t do that. This is the instructions we got and you know that. Have you even looked through the portfolio for today’s show and the new collection?”
He shrugged.
“Was I supposed to?”
Seonghwa looked at his coworker. His eyes were screaming for help.
“Huh, well yes.” Hongjoong finally spoke up. “The collection is called StrawBerry CaKe, Wooyoung. The whole vibe is based on pink and cute things. Even the outfits have this whole spring and strawberry vibe.”
Wooyoung scoffed and shook his head. “No way I’m wearing something like that.”
Now the two workers started to panic. “What do you mean? You’re wearing the main piece! You can’t just say that on the day of the runway.”
Now Hongjoong was starting to get very frustrated with him. He was throwing a big tantrum because he did not like the vibe of the new collection. “You need to get your makeup and hair done so I can help you with your outfit.” His tone was sharp and commanding but Wooyoung did not care.
The younger one crossed his arms and kept his head high. He did not want to wear that and that was a big fucking problem. Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong and quickly left the room to have more backup.
Hongjoong was now left alone in the room with the stubborn model and he sat on the sofa, crossing his legs. “You know, just because you’re the oldest model here does not mean you can do whatever you want. If Mr. Choi hears about it, you’re cooked.”
Wooyoung rolled his eyes and was about to bite back when the door of the dressing room suddenly opened, catching both of their attention. Seonghwa next to Choi San. The owner of Sanbrella. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, opened all the way to the middle of his chest. San’s hair was slicked back and his glasses were resting on the tip of his nose.
He looked at Hongjoong, who quickly stood up and bowed at him, and smiled. San signaled to both the stylist and the makeup artist to leave the room, leaving him and Wooyoung alone.
Wooyoung was now standing up, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. San looked at him and sighed, taking his hands out of his pant’s pocket. “I heard we’re having a problem with my new collection, Mr. Jung?”
San walked toward him, looking at him up and down but Wooyoung stayed quiet.
“What’s wrong with it? I’d like to hear what you have to say.”
Wooyoung wanted to talk back, to tell him that he did not like his stupid strawberry cloth collection. But no words came out of his mouth. San’s aura was unmatched.
“Cat caught your tongue? You had a lot to say to Mr Park a few minutes ago.”
Wooyoung bit the inside of his cheeks and finally had the courage to talk. He did not like his new collection, so what?
“I just don’t want to wear your stupid strawberry outfit.”
San’s eyebrow suddenly raised, a smirk spreading on his lips. “Pardon me? My what?”
Wooyoung stayed quiet this time but San got closer, trapping him between his body and the vanity. “You’re telling me, we came all the way to Italy just for you to throw a tantrum, not even an hour before the show starts?”
San looked into his eyes and clenched his jaw. “You’re wearing the damn outfit and getting that fucking makeup done.”
Wooyoung shook his head. “No.”
San was trying to stay professional but Wooyoung was getting on his nerves. He grabbed his jaw and pulled him closer, their nose almost touching. The air was thick and the tension could be cut with a knife. Wooyoung’s breathing became heavy and San scoffed. “Who do you think you are, you fucking brat?”
His fingers were not hurting Wooyoung but they were holding him in place just to remind him who was in charge here. Then, San started to scrutinize each detail of his face. “Hmm. Asymmetrical eyes, thick rosy lips and a perfect little mole.” He whispered, mostly to himself.
“You’re very pretty, Jung Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung’s breath hitched and San’s noticed it. His fingers went from his chin to his cheeks, making Wooyoung’s lips pout. “Listen to me. If you do what you are told and kill it on that fucking runway, I’ll get you a promotion.”
San’s breath was so hot against the model’s lips. His knees almost gave up but the only thing he could do was nod. San let go of him and took a step back, still looking at him. “You better keep up with Sanbrella’s name.” And with no other words, he left the room.
Wooyoung took a few minutes to get a hold of himself before Seonghwa and Hongjoong came back into the room. This time, he let Seonghwa do what he had to, without any word.
The makeup was pretty simple overall but his nose was painted with a lot of blush and he had a few face stickers spread on his cheekbones and nose. His lips were tainted with a bit of pink lipgloss and his hair were styled so that his red strands were falling just on top of his eyes, covering his forehead.
Once the hair and makeup were done, Hongjoong quickly started to take his outfit out. The show was supposed to start in less than fifteen minutes and Wooyoung was far from ready. Hongjoong helped him with the white silked pants and his pink silked shirt. The shirt had a few flower prints embroidered on it. Then, the main piece. The highlight of the show. A red, pink and white dress that goes on top of the outfit he already has.
The dress was short sleeved and had lace and a see through train that fell behind him. His chest was beautifully hugged by a corset that made his face stand out the most. The dress stopped just above his knees and on his hips were two big strawberries.
Wooyoung looked like the most perfect strawberry fairy. Seonghwa sighed contentedly and high-fived Hongjoong. The look is going to be the cherry on top. Or maybe, the strawberry on top of the cake.
Wooyoung looked at himself in the big mirror and pouted. This was so different from what he used to wear but he felt pretty. He looked at his face and the makeup was very… pink. He nervously bit his lips and looked at the outfit. The fluffy dress looked so good on him and the white pants and shirt were complementing the dress just enough to make it stand out. His eyes then dropped to his bare feet.
“Hum, guys?” They both looked at him, making curious noises. “Am I supposed to go barefoot or…?”
They both looked down and Hongjoong giggled. “No, you’re supposed to wear those.” He grabbed the shoes and showed them to the model. They were pretty shiny red shoes with a cute little bow at the front.
He pouted again and nodded. “Why do I feel like Choi San wants me to look like a girl.”
Seonghwa laughed and shook his head. “Clothes have no gender.”
“I know that. It’s just… The outfit would’ve looked so much better on a woman.”
Seonghwa sighed and stood behind him, looking at him through the mirror. “This outfit was made for you, Wooyoung. When San designed it, he had you in mind. No one else.” He smiled softly and Wooyoung looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“Wooyoung, listen.” The makeup artist faced him and smiled softly. “The main piece? San designed it for you. Before he even made the rest of the collection, he had this outfit prepared. The first thing he told me after he finished his sketch was ‘I want Jung Wooyoung to wear it during Milan Fashion Week.’”
Wooyoung blushed at the confession. Thankfully he had a lot of makeup on. So he just nodded. “Okay. I can do it.” Hongjoong cheered and the three of them left the room.
So Wooyoung went and walked that runway like it was his last. People gasped and snapped pictures. Some of them even wondered if he was the Jung Wooyoung because of how different he looked.
Once he was back into the backstages, he spotted San talking to some of the stylists. He wanted to ignore him and take the outfit off before going back home but San was faster. He followed Wooyoung into his private dressing room.
The model did not see him until he heard the door closed behind him. He quickly turned around and saw Choi San looking at him like a starving tiger. Wooyoung’s heart started to beat fast and hard. San was hot and Wooyoung was very much attracted to him. He couldn’t deny it. But who wouldn’t be? Everyone on the internet went crazy over him and Wooyoung was one of them. But he never said anything because San is his boss.
“See, you can do your job pretty damn well when you want to.”
San’s voice was low and dangerous as he walked closer to him. Wooyoung bit his bottom lip nervously and gulped, waiting for San to speak.
“Do I need to come and see you before every damn show for you to do your work?”
Wooyoung could only shake his head. He was so damn nervous around Mr Choi.
“Acting so damn bratty for you to keep quiet now? Use your words.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, you don’t have to come and see me for me to do my job.” His voice was almost a whisper and San nodded, happy with his answer.
“Good boy.”
San was now face to face with Wooyoung and he gasped when Choi San dropped to his knees to help him take off his shoes.
“Your feet must be killing you. I’m sorry I didn’t find a better material for those.”
Wooyoung didn’t say anything. He couldn’t, he was so confused. Mr Choi was cold and arrogant but now? He was sweet and caring.
Wooyoung frowned and tilted his head as he looked down at the man. Once the shoes were off, he stood back up and made Wooyoung turn around so he was facing the vanity and not San.
His eyes were locked on him as he untied his corset. Wooyoung felt like he couldn’t breath, couldn’t blink. San’s fingers were soft on his back. The corset was off but his chest felt so tight. Then San took a deep breath, pulling the cherry red head closer. Wooyoung gasped, feeling his boner against his ass. Was San attracted to him? (stupid Woo…)
“Do you know why I chose you to wear the main piece?” His voice was soft and his breath was hot against Wooyoung’s ear.
He shook his head.
San took a deep breath, hiding his face into the crook of Wooyoung’s neck. The model tried to contain his moans but failed, which made San smirk against his skin. Wooyoung then felt a wet and hot feeling on his skin. His tongue. His eyes closed and he rolled his head back, resting on the older man's shoulder. “San-ah…”
San groaned when the word left his soft and plumped lips, sucking on his neck harder, leaving a red mark. Just enough to leave a mark, not enough for a hickey. It would be a pain in the ass to try and cover it.
San’s hands roamed on Wooyoung’s body, making him squirm as he kept attacking his neck. Slowly, he went lower, kissing the space between his neck and shoulder, which made the younger one shiver. San’s big hand slipped under the pink shirt, finding the skin of his stomach and Wooyoung bit his lips hard, rolling his head back, eyes still closed.
“Because you have such a tiny waist.” Both of his hands gripped him on either side, his fingers almost touching.
“Because you have such a pretty face.” One of his hands left his body and went to his face, gripping it so he would look at himself in the mirror.
“Look at yourself. You’re so pretty, baby.” San held his gaze and smirked when he saw how Wooyoung was looking at their reflection.
“Say it. Tell me how pretty you are.” But he just moaned, making San gripping his face harder. “Are you going to keep acting like a brat?”
San started rubbing himself on Wooyoung’s ass, making him whimper at how hard he felt.
“N-no. So pretty.” That’s all he managed to say, making San chuckle darkly.
“Hm, that’s my good boy.”
Wooyoung’s back arched and San made him turn around so they were now facing each other. Without wasting any second, his hand wrapped around the smaller’s neck and he crashed their lips together.
The kiss was hot and messy but that’s all they needed. No words spoken. Just two mouths sharing whimpers and moans. San slipped his tongue inside Wooyoung’s mouth, making him whimper loudly. San smirked when he felt Woo’s arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Their teeth crashed together and San playfully bit Woo’s bottom lip. They were close, so close that they could feel each other’s hard on rubbing against the other.
Wooyoung was a moaning mess, he was so tuned on that it almost hurt. But San knew better. So he broke the kiss, looking at Wooyoung. His eyes were partly closed, like he was in a daze. And he was, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He had dreamed so many times about this moment. Fantasized so many times about how Mr Choi’s hands would feel on his hot skin. How Mr Choi’s full lips would feel as they mold against his.
But this? This was reality.
San suddenly sat on the chair next to them. Wooyoung suddenly felt cold, like his body was craving more of San’s heat. Instinctively, he got closer which made San look up at him. He smirked. That damn smirk.
San pat his lap, signaling Wooyoung to sit. So he did. The stylist wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him flush against his torso. But Wooyoung felt bold, Wooyoung wanted to make Mr Choi feel good, Wooyoung wanted to be a good boy. So he attached his lips to San’s neck, making him roll his head back, moaning.
Wooyoung was so fucking turned on by how hot San was. His eyes dropped to the neck that was offered to him like a five star course meal and he noticed some freckles. Neck freckles. He stared at them for a few seconds and dipped in, drawing each of them with his tongue, biting softly on the skin, reddening it. Wooyoung left a few kisses on the cute freckles before kissing his way up to San’s mouth. His hand rested on San’s neck, finger rubbing the red skin and the pretty stars that were on the smooth skin.
Once again, their mouths met but San groaned hungrily. “Fuck, Woo. I need you.”
Wooyoung bit his lips as he looked into his eyes. “Then take me.” And that’s all San needed. He crashed his lips against Wooyoung’s again before standing up, carrying the model with him before sitting him on the vanity. San stood between his legs before taking a step back to look at the man that was offering himself to him. His lipstick was smudged and his cheeks were anomaly red, even with the makeup he had on.
“Stand up and turn around.”
Wooyoung didn’t need to be told twice. He looked at himself in the mirror, his back against San’s torso. A hand came on his back, making him slightly bend over the vanity. Wooyoung knew San was about to ruin him. He wanted it, but he did not want to ruin the pretty clothes he had on. Pouting, Wooyoung looked at San over his shoulder, making him stop in his motion.
“What is it baby? Are you okay?”
“Yes… I just don’t want to ruin your pretty clothes.” He confessed in a small voice. “You spent so much time making them.”
San blinked, looking at the red head like he was crazy. But when his pout intensified, he cupped his cheek and kissed his red lips with care. “I don’t care about the clothes. I’ll make as many as you want.”
Wooyoung was about to protest and San kissed him again. “It’s fine, I promise, baby boy.”
So he nodded, arching his back a bit more. San got the memo and his hands started roaming around his body. San hummed and grabbed a handful of Wooyoung’s ass, making him moan.
“So fucking perfect. I’m going to ruin you.”
Wooyoung knew he was telling the truth and he was getting impatient. “San-ah, stop talking and fuck me. Please!” He was getting whiny which made the stylist chuckle darkly.
San’s fingers slipped on each side of Woo’s pants, pulling them down, leaving him in his underwear. The model moaned as the cold hit his skin, making him arch his back. The underwear did not stay on for too long. Sann bit his lips and took them off.
Wooyoung started squirming and shifting from leg to leg, begging San to do something, anything. So San did. He parted his cheeks, teasing his tight hole. The action made Wooyoung jolt and lean on the vanity even more, sticking his ass out.
San slowly inserts a finger making Wooyoung moan loudly. Too loud. His other hand, resting on his hips, made its way to his mouth. “You’re so damn loud. Do you want people to hear how needy you are for my fingers, hm?”
Wooyoung moaned against his hand as he started thrusting his finger in and out of him, eyes closing at how good he felt. San smirked and added a second one. Wooyoung’s eyes shot open at the intrusion but they rolled at the back of his head as soon as San started moving them inside of him at a fast pace.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. D’you think you can take me, hm baby boy?”
San brings Wooyoung against his chest again, whispering in his ear. “I can’t wait to fuck you dumb.”
Each time San thrusted his fingers deep, Wooyoung felt closer and closer. “S-so close.” Wooyoung managed to say against his hand. And San suddenly stopped, making Wooyoung whine.
“Patience, kitten. I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise”
San undid his belt and took his dick out of his underwear, pumping it a few times before bending Wooyoung completely on the vanity. “Fuck, I can’t wait for you to squeeze me.”
And without any warning, he slowly pushed his full length into Wooyoung’s tight hole, making him moan and drop his head against the vanity.
“Fuuck. You’re so tight, baby. Better than I expected.” The only thing Wooyoung could do or say was moan. At this point, San couldn't even care if he was being loud. He just needed to fuck him good and hard.
He started thrusting into him, making the model arch his back even more, giving him better access. The whole vanity was shaking at how fast he was thrusting. San grabbed Wooyoung’s neck, pulling him once again against his chest.
San stared at their reflection on the mirror and smirked. Wooyoung had his eyes closed and was drooling at how good he felt. He attached his lips to his neck and sucked the way up to his ear. “Open your eyes, kitten. Look how pretty you look while I make you feel so good.”
The red head opened his eyes and moaned at the sinful sigh in front of him. San chuckled and nodded. “See? So pretty for me.”
His thrust were hard and fast, making the smaller man see stars. Wooyoung felt so good and so close. “S-san! Close, ngh!” So San slowed down, torturing Wooyoung who had his eyes at the back of his head.
“Yeah? How good do you feel?”
“So good, Sannie, so so good.”
“Fuck, keep calling me that.”
The nickname made San go crazy. Especially coming from Wooyoung’s mouth. He bit his lips hard, trying not to come yet but the man in front of him was making it so hard.
San was so close but he wanted to make Wooyoung come first so his hand traveled all the way to Woo’s dick, wrapping his fingers around him. The simple contact made the model arch his back and thrust back on San’s length. “Holy fuck, Sannie!”
San groaned and started slowly pumping Wooyoung’s dick, making him scream in pleasure. Wooyoung kept thrusting on San’s dick, making him twitch inside of him. San felt how close they both were so he pumped faster and thrust slower, making Wooyoung tremble at the comparison of speed.
“Sannie, Sannie, Sannie!” Wooyoung chanted. He was so close and San knew it.
“Cum for me, kitten. Be good and cum all over my hand.”
So he did, he came hard, cumming all over the vanity and his boss’ hand with a high pitched moan. San looked at him in the mirror and the sigh of Wooyoung’s mouth open and the quantity of cum that was on his hand and vanity. And just like that, he came deep inside Wooyoung with a low and deep groan. “Fuck!”
His thrust slowed as they both rode their high until he finally stopped. Both of them were out of breath. San slipped out of Wooyoung, making him whine at how empty he now felt. The stylist took a step back, looking at the model's leaking hole and smirked. “You look so good with my cum leaking out of you.”
Wooyound did not answer, too busy looking at San’s reflection while he put his pants back up. San’s eyes locked with Wooyoung’s and he smiled softly. He took some tissues that were on the vanity and quickly cleaned him out, kissing his shoulder while doing so.
“You did so good for me, baby.”
Wooyoung whined at the words and San chuckled as he helped him put his clothes back on. His arm wrapped around his waist and he pulled him so he could sit on the chair behind them. San sat, pulling Wooyoung on his lap.
The older man pulled him down for a kiss and Wooyoung hummed against his lips. The kiss was soft and slow. San’s hand rested on his thigh, stroking them. Wooyoung’s hand found San’s hair, slowly stroking them.
San broke the kiss and looked into his eyes but before he could say anything, the door flew open, Hoongjoong entering the dressing room with a smile plastered on his face. A smile that quickly faded when he saw the position of the two men.
Wooyoung tried to stand up but San forced him down, his hand resting on the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. San eyes did not leave the orange haired man that was frozen at the door. “Can we help you?”
But Hongjoong did not answer, he quickly closed the door, gagging. “Lock the fucking door for fuck’s sake!!”
Seonghwa frowned and walked toward him, ready to walk into the room but Hongjoong stopped him. “Don’t.”
“Why? What happened? I wanted to congratulate Youngie!!”
But Hongjoong shook his head. “I need to wash my eyes with fucking bleach!”
Seonghwa giggled and crossed his arms, he was about to replicate when the door suddenly opened, Mr Choi leaving Wooyoung’s dressing room. Suddenly, the realization hit him and his smile dropped.
“Oh!”