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You never knew, when you started beauty school, that you’d be working with EXO. It was surreal for you, getting to work with them. Yes, applying makeup and doing their hair was not a job you’d be irreplaceable. But still, you did the best you could, your professional sense always so important to you.
It was a great environment to work. Yes, it was rushed. Tight schedules, always flying around, not much personal time. But your colleagues really helped each other, and the boys made everything funny. Even if they were tired, rehearsing a lot, preparing everything for the new album, they were always smiling and joking. And always teasing and playing around with the girls of the crew as well, you noticed.
You were very shy and never answered anything when they messed with you. You just smiled and continued to work. Good thing for you, the boy you were assigned to, Baekhyun, always came in your defense.
‘Quit it, guys. Let her be, otherwise she’ll mess up with my hair on purpose.’ He would give you a little wink and half a smile through the mirror, and you’d smile and press his shoulder a little bit, as saying thank you with your hands. No one ever noticed besides you two. He was your ideal type, and you’d always felt so warm near him. But it was impossible for a guy like him to ever want anything with you. So, you kept it to self. But whenever he smiled at you, you blushed.
And that’s it. Life kept going, and there was always a recording, a photo shoot, a music video, interviews, you name it. Six months in your contract, and you were happy with this chaotic lifestyle. And you loved your job, you always made your best and Baekhyun was easy to work with, despite your constant urges to kiss him.
You and one of the sound guys had been texting a lot lately. You haven’t dated for a while before accepting this job, and you could feel the need accumulating in your body. Despite your shy nature, you didn’t consider yourself asexual. You liked sex, you liked to do it, you just couldn’t start it yourself or do it with a stranger.
You did do it alone, in the safety of your room, thinking about Baekhyun often. But your body was on a stage that required more than your fingers. So, the sound guy looked perfect for the job. He was cute, and he seemed interested. He invited you to grab a drink after hours today, and you said yes.
Today got everybody excited because it was the last day recording the “Monster” music video, and because you’d all have the night off after it. And today was the day you’d go out with him. You came prepared, with sexy lingerie, a cute dress and makeup a little heavier than you used to wear.
So, it was natural that, when the boys saw you that evening they couldn’t let you off the hook. They taunted you a lot, and you couldn’t stop blushing. It was like high school all over again. The strange thing was that Baekhyun didn’t say anything and was sitting in his chair, flipping through his phone, no expression in his face. You were a little hurt he broke your silent agreement to help you on these occasions.
‘So, who’s the lucky guy?’ Kyungsoo asked with a smirk.
‘Yeah, we have to know so we can interrogate him and see if he’s good enough for you,’ yelled Chanyeol from the other side of the room.
The boys all started talking at the same time, cries of ‘please tell us’, ‘what if he’s a perv?’, ‘you must like him a lot, you’re all dressed up’ echoed in the dressing room. You were so overwhelmed by the sudden attention that you felt dizzy and hold the closest thing around: Baekhyun’s shoulder.
For the first time since he entered the room he gazed upon you, with dark eyes, cold as ice. You were already blushed, but this time around, your face was boiling. You felt like you had swollen something bad and your stomach began to churn. Why was he like this? It was as if you had committed a great sin and he was ready to punish you for it.
With a crooked smile, he stared at you through the mirror and said calmly: ‘She’s going on a date with the sound guy. The one that waits for her all the time after we shoot.’
It was chaos. The guys were wild, talking at the same time, laughing and joking as if they were all teenagers. Your face was hot, and you had a sour taste in your mouth. You gathered all the courage you had and asked Baekhuyn quietly: ‘How… Why… Why did you do that?’ You felt you were about to cry, but not just because you didn’t like attention. There was something else. He looked back at his phone, cutting you: ‘Are we done? Can I go now?’ You let out a faint ‘Yes’ and just like that he was gone, storming out of the room.
You must have had a horrible expression because the other boys stopped joking and started apologizing. They liked to fool around, but they were sweet. And they looked really sorry for what had happened. You thanked them and answered that everything was alright, smiling a little bit. Inside you felt like dying.
One by one, everybody left the room to go to the shooting, even the staff, and you felt more alone than ever. You were gathering your work tools, still thinking about what just happened. Then your cellphone ringed with the usual message tone. It was sound guy. Great. Without explaining, he said he would have to cancel your date, that he was sorry and whatever.
Now you were feeling angry. You knew you had just been dismissed, and with that scene that happened earlier you couldn’t be in a good mood. You didn’t feel like going to watch the mv, so you started to organize your things and doing a little bit of cleaning. You sensed that Baekhyun wouldn’t like to see you there.
When the shooting was over, and everybody was coming back to the dressing room, all you heard was people praising Baekhyun for his performance. Someone even mentioned that the director said he was really into the character, and faithful the concept of “Monster”. You waited to remove his makeup but he didn’t show up. You decided to wait, you wouldn’t just leave your job midway.
But after a while you realized you were alone. He hadn’t come and everybody had already left, excited for the night off. Some were even going to celebrate the ending of the shooting. You decided to leave, and were gathering your brushes, when you heard footsteps and the opening and closing of the door. You turned around to see Baekhyun, still wearing the mv clothes, fake piercings and everything. Not just that, he still had that cold glare from before. You understood now why people said he was in sync with the music video theme.
You stood there, frozen, that weird sensation from before coming back. He walked slowly towards you, not breaking eye contact, coming closer and closer. You instinctively stepped back, as he leaned closer, until you reached the stand before the mirrored wall, throwing makeup on the ground.
‘Wha… What are you doing?’ You asked desperately, looking at the messy floor. He moved his left hand and placed it heavily on the mirror, inches from you. With his right hand he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look straight at him. ‘Did he cancel it?’ he asked in a voice you never heard him use before. Your heart was pounding in your chest. How did he know that?
‘You’re wondering how do I know that’, he correctly guessed, with a vicious smile on his face. ‘I simply told sound guy you are mine and he should back off.’ Your eyes widened in surprise and you felt he move his right hand, cupping your face and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. He kept talking: ‘Ever since your first day I knew I had to make you mine. I even insisted that you were my makeup artist. Talented and beautiful, so, so beautiful…’
His left hand slipped to your hair, playing with the loose strings. Your mouth was dry and you swallowed, unable to say or do anything. He broke the silence: ‘I knew you liked me too, but since you’re shy, I let you take your time. What I didn’t count on was that jackass following you around and texting you all the time.’ He seemed angry with this words, and you could see he was restraining himself to not punch the mirror behind you.
Instead, he came even closer, and all you could do was jump and sit on the stand, opening your legs. He found his way between them, both hands shifting to your waist. His fingers were warm through your light dress. Your hands were grabbing the stand, still in shock. He closed his eyes, sighted, and touched your forehead with his.
‘Please tell me I’m right. Please’ he begged, a painful expression on his face. ‘If I’m wrong, and you don’t want anything to do with me, I’ll stop right now.’ You could sense his angst, the lip piercing chain swinging. Your mixed emotions were boiling inside you. How dare he? Why didn’t he say anything? Why haven’t you noticed before?
But your body was faster than your brain, and you felt your mouth seek for his. The back of your head still aching with doubt. This wasn’t like you. But your heart was almost leaving your chest and your body felt so at ease pressing his that you decided to let go.
In a split second, his body was responding to yours, your lips were locked, eager for each other. To your surprise, the fake piercing wasn’t on your way, but instead it made more exciting. Your hands were sliding on his dark hair, in a very different way that they usually were when you styled it. It was as if those six months were a drought and now he was the water you utterly needed to survive. His tongue played with yours, your lips moved on a synchronized trance. You have never kissed anyone like this.
Suddenly his lips were on your neck, sending shivers all over your body, and you heard yourself moan his name. Your hands were exploring his body under his clothes, his back, his shoulders, his arms, everything within your reach. Your nails danced softly on his skin, leaving a white trail where they have been. When you got into an especially sensitive spot, you heard him groan. He went back to your lips and lifted your dress, just the necessary.
He pulled your panties to the side and felt your wetness, not breaking the kiss. You moaned when he put a finger on you, gently opening your folds. You moaned a second time even louder when he played your clit with his thumb. You sank your nails on his skin. But before you got to work your way up to your orgasm, both of you heard noises outside the door and froze.
The sound of the boys approaching was unmistakable. You wouldn’t be able to keep going anymore. He sighed impatiently and rested his head on your shoulders and embraced you. You hugged him back and you two stayed like this for a couple of seconds that felt like forever before breaking apart. You stood up and fixed your dress. He whispered right before the door was slammed: ‘Can we finish this up later?’ And you answered positively with a big smile as the boys invaded the room.
‘What are you guys doing? Everybody else left already. We have to celebrate the last day of shooting!’Joonmyun asked, impatient.
Baekhyun replied: ‘I was asking her on a date. Sound guy ditched her.’ You looked desperate as the boys started a ruckus. He simply smiled and continued: ‘And she said yes.’ Now they were cheering, and they pulled him for a group hug, petting his head and messing with him.
‘Thank God, I couldn’t bare the tension any longer!’
‘I knew our bro could do it, I knew she was into him!’
‘Finally, I was going to start a bet on this!’
These were some of the comments you heard, not being able to distinguish who said what. You stood there, smiling like a little child. Jongdae approached you, and with a sly expression he said, but not loud enough so others couldn’t hear him: ‘I know he did more than just ask you out’.
You turned red on the second and gave him a surprised look. He turned you around so you could face the mirror and pointed an especially red area around your neck. ‘You bruise easily’ he said, smirking. You laughed nervously, and gathered the courage to reply: ‘Well, I must’ve been attacked by a monster’ and you both started laughing and joined the boys to go meet everyone else.
Baekhyun’s hand found his way down yours on the way out and you smiled at him. You remembered that he was still with the mv clothing and makeup and told him that. He leaned closer and whispered, after softly kissing your cheek: ‘Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to take my clothes off later.’ You knew you’d be spending the whole night thinking about later.

Notes

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.
This story contains mature themes. All the stories of this author are from the genre SMUT, but it may contain others.
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