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#to be fair to him i was wearing a flowy sleeved black blouse
countess-of-edessa · 3 years
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the universal female experience is going through a period of dressing so aggressively modestly that when you’re in seventh grade your doctor asks if you’re a mennonite
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jinjikook · 7 years
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Room 316 (M)
word count: 5.1k
genre: smut + a little fluff; CEO!seungcheol
pairing: reader/seungcheol
summary: your boss, CEO choi seungcheol, has been injured in a car accident and you go to visit him; strictly out of worry as a friend and employee, definitely not because you harbor a sort-of crush on the man. but as the anesthetics leave seungcheol a little loose, he ends up saying more than you were meant to hear and it reveals a lot about what you mean to him.
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Your heels clicked against the tile, a rhythmic tap tap tap as you confidently strutted your way down to the hospital room that the kind secretary up front directed you towards.
Room 316
A deep sigh left your mouth and you took a brief moment to swipe your bangs out of your face and smooth down your ensemble, a black pencil skirt paired with a loose dotted blouse and tied together with matching pumps. Professional yet alluring, a style you wanted to convey since you were the head assistant for the Diamandis Corporation’s CEO; a business that focused solely on precious gems and jewels to be put inside expensive sets of jewelry.
Mr.Choi was a nice man, when he wanted to be. He was a CEO after all, so he had to have some backbone in him. But he was still a fair man, always letting his employees see their families often enough, knowing everyone’s names and their stories. It wasn’t unheard of for him to seen strolling floors of the building and casually striking up conversations, wondering how someone’s sick grandmother is and hoping she gets better soon, telling an employee happy birthday and even offering them the day off. He was better than most employers and even when he did get firm, it was all because of real business; nothing personal.
You took pride in being one of the closest in the company to him, aside from Jeonghan and Joshua who were all close friends and business partners. So when you had heard that Mr. Choi was involved in a car accident, you were undoubtedly devastated. And not in a “what’s gonna happen to my job?” sort of way, because you respected him enough to think of him as a friend, first and foremost.  
The first thing on your mind after you were told of the incident was if he was alright, if he’d survived. Once they explained that he received minor injuries (to them, a few broken bones were apparently minor but considering death was a possibility, you had to agree with them.) you were able to breathe a lot easier. Plans were made to visit him in the tending hospital as soon as possible, not to touch base on things of the company, not to ask if he’d wanted to cancel appointments and reschedule things; just to make sure he was alright and wish him to recover quickly.
Stepping inside, you were quickly greeting by a sweet nurse with a warm smile who was bringing in something for Mr. Choi to eat. The curtain by his bed was pulled up slightly, shielding you from his eyes as you entered. The nurse quietly puttered over to you, navigating around his bed.
She spoke in hushed tones, melodic and soft, “Hello, you must be Y/N? Mr. Choi has spoken very sweetly of you. He’s still under some pretty heavy medication and is currently trying to handle some more solid foods so I ask you to take it slow with him. He shouldn’t be in pain but he might be a little loopy, so don’t trust everything he says. He’s not exactly in a right mind at the moment, you see.” Her words rang borderline considerate to you and you nodded understandingly. You certainly didn’t want to aggravate his condition further nor did you want to press on any sensitive topics concerning how he had already talked about you so in your mind, you’d already figured you wouldn’t say much.
Before you managed to circle around the bed and appear on the other side of the curtain, you heard Mr. Choi’s soft timbre ring past the thin veil, beckoning for the nurse to return. She apologized for having to slip past you a second time and stepped over to where you assumed was his bedside.
“Ah Nurse Go, has Y/N arrived yet? I would’ve thought she would’ve shown her pretty face by now.” He began to speak, his words making your face flush in a way that made you reprimand yourself. Sure, Mr.Choi was sweet, handsome and hardworking. A man of honor and respect; but he was your boss nonetheless. You couldn’t intermingle with him in this manner, no matter what. Besides, you were sure the feeling was mutual since he hadn’t expressed any sort of attraction towards you, not even when you first started working for him and flirted openly before realizing the what a mistake it was. There was no doubt you had a crush on him then but he never acted on it, positively or negatively.
So you pushed your feelings aside, knowing that professionalism had to take priority in your career, especially if you wanted to make it far.
Little did you know, Mr. Choi had his own feelings for you that he kept repressed for similar reasons; but now his mind was running wild with thoughts of you and his mouth currently had no filter due to the medication he was under for the pain.
Before his nurse could even mention you were already here, Mr. Choi began to speak again, “You’d know her the minute she arrives, she’s as gorgeous as an angel,” Your face begins to feel hot and you wondered how long he thought of you this way, words so sickeningly sweet it made your tongue swell up. “And she has an ass that won’t quit.” He finishes with a flurry of giggles, no doubt at whatever surprised expression the nurse had on her face from his description of you. He seriously noticed your ass? And he found it attractive? You’re glad the curtain gave you some space between him and yourself because you really needed a moment to collect you thoughts and feelings.
“Nurse Go, please make sure to tell her where I am. I want to see her soon. At least, I hope she’ll come and visit me…” His voice bordered on sad, a tone of wistful wishing. Never in a million years did you think your boss would feel this way about you, wanting your mere presence to grace him whilst he laid in the hospital.
The nurse giggled softly, eyes meeting the curtain that she knew you were right behind of. “Of course she’ll visit Mr. Choi, after all you are quite a wonderful man. She’d have to be out of her right mind to not want to see you.” She cooed, the delighted giggles that followed told you Mr. Choi was pleased with her words.
He hummed dutifully as Nurse Go begins to step away to exit the room and he mumbled one last time for her attention before she left.
“It’s a little embarrassing, but…”
“Ah Mr. Choi, there’s nothing too embarrassing to tell me, I’m here to take care of you. We need to know everything to make sure you’re alright.” Her soothing voice made you feel calm, no doubt Mr. Choi felt the same way.
“Well you see, it’s… my body. I’ve just awoken so it’s fairly normal to be awake in that sense, if you understand? That and I was thinking about Y/N in her pretty skirts and semi see-through blouses that showcase her pretty curves and her soft skin that I’m sure feels so good to touch and her deep eyes that I want to look into while she goes down—“
“That’s quite enough Mr. Choi!” His nurse nervously chittered, not expecting such a detailed description. But she understood the problem at hand; unfortunately there was nothing that could really be done about it.
“You’ll just have to wait for that to go away sir, we can’t really do much.” He groaned at the answer, wanting sweet relief since now he had a mild undercurrent of pain from his injuries, a quickly fleeting high from the drugs and a straining erection under his hospital clothes that just made things so much worse. “Think happy thoughts Mr. Choi, it’ll go away soon.” She smiled and nodded at you as she stepped out, closing the door gently behind her. You steeled yourself for a moment and took a deep breath, now having to approach your crush/boss with a whole new mindset than before.
Before, you had pushed away your feelings for him. Before, you assumed he barely cared about you. Before, you didn’t know how heavily he lusted after you and how he was currently so engrossed with his thoughts that it affected him in ways you’re sure you won’t be able to un-see.
Gulping one last time, you stepped around the silky curtain you were hiding behind and met eyes with your superior, his oddly filled with a gleam that you wanted to pin on the drugs but you halfway hoped it was because of you. His smile was incomparable, brighter than the sun and wider than the planes of the Earth. It warmed your skin to the very base of nerves, every bone tingling with a new rush of familiar feelings. It was just like when you had first started to work for the man, virgin thoughts suddenly impure at the sight of him.
“Y/N! You made it, I’m so happy.” He drawled, obviously elated with your presence. You could only nod and smile, breath snatched by the demons that tugged the corners of his mouth so high just to taunt and tease you. You had completely forgotten about the previous situation he was in until he began to speak again, clearly forgetting his brain-to-mouth filter, “And you’re wearing such a gorgeous ensemble, of course, I wouldn’t expect any less of you. So pretty…” He trailed off, eyes glued to your frame and you looked down to inspect yourself, realizing you were wearing just the kind of outfit he’d been speaking about prior.
A black long pencil skirt that cut off just short of your knees, sleek and dark as it slimmed your frame but still accentuating your hips. Tucked in the skirt was a white patterned blouse, loose and flowy with sleeves long enough to constitute it as a dress shirt. It was slightly sheer so you wore a spaghetti strap tank top underneath, leaving you hugged tightly in it. Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you feel your face flush under his straining gaze. His stare felt burning as if you could literally feel exactly what he was looking at whenever they moved along your body.
Looking up, you’re met with Mr. Choi’s eyes, a shade darker than before with a more lustful glint than before. “Y/N, are you aware of what you do to me?” He dared to venture, mind fogged up solely on the sight of you. It was like his fantasies coming true whenever he laid eyes on you; this time being no different. You can only shake your head dumbly, despite having eavesdropped on the whole conversation of his infatuation with you just a few minutes ago. His hand slid down from his side, grazing along the surface of what you knew was a rock-solid body.
(You only knew this because of the few times he’d ask you to come to his gorgeous mansion, to help with something only to find him pulling himself out of the massive pool he has in the back, shirtless and glistening with droplets of water cascading off his body in heavy rivulets. He’d smile that gorgeously bright smile that made your insides melt and would walk up to you, not even considering how tantalizingly sweet his body looked as he stood in front of you. He’d speak casually—as if he wasn’t nearly bare-all naked right in front of his own assistant’s eyes—and would ask for a minimal task for you to do, something that you were sure didn’t require an entire drive down to his private home and certainly didn’t need for you to have to be faced with such sinfully tortuous sights that you’d imagine at a later time as you touched yourself and wished it was his lengthy digits that made you whine against your bedsheets.)
“Y/N? Dear? Are you alright?” Mr. Choi’s soothing voice rumbled you back to the planet, fantasy long gone as it seemed more and more like it’d become a reality. “Gorgeous, you left me hanging here. I was trying to tell you something, but is there something on your mind that’s more important? Because I don’t know if what I want to say can wait but if you’re preoccupied, I can understand.” Still cordial as always, he patted the spot of bed by his hips, gesturing for you to take a seat by him. It seemed like his medicinal high was wearing off, by how much more put together his sentences were.
You stepped lightly towards the bed, trying to not shift the mattress as your weight settled on the surface. You didn’t want to move his body too much, knowing he had a leg in a cast under the covers and most likely was littered with bruises elsewhere that made his body sore and sensitive all over.
He cleared his throat once before continuing, waiting for you to get comfortable beforehand, “Love, as you can tell, I may have some feelings for you. Some of which aren’t as appropriate as they should be considering our working relationship. But I must admit I’ve been selfish as of late, thinking only of myself as I tried to indulge in every little bit of you I could get, whilst you may have thought it was just innocent business matters. I should’ve thought about you and how this all made you feel and I’m sorry about that—“
“Mr. Choi, I—“
“Seungcheol.”
“Pardon?”
“Seungcheol, it’s my first name. You’ve always been so professional around me, never referring to me by anything other than sir or Mr. Choi. Really, it’s alright. Since this isn’t exactly a matter of business, it’s quite okay to speak to me as if we were friends, I hope that’s alright with you?”
You nodded, trying out his name off the tip of your tongue once or twice and doing what you hoped was your best to ignore the deepening gaze that lingered from your boss the more you said his name. He muttered something soft and low-toned, suspiciously like beautiful before his stare dropped down to your lips, looking perfectly poised and pouted under his stare. Stuttering at the revelation, you tore your eyes away and smoothed down the front of your skirt, a sort of nervous uptick you’ve taken up lately.
“Seungcheol,” You tested the waters with his name before continuing, “I never knew you had felt this way about me; I didn’t know you had any feelings for me aside from a business standpoint if I must be honest.” Seungcheol’s eyes glimmered at your confession, as if he couldn’t believe how wistful you sounded at the mere thought that he felt nothing more than what was on paper with you.
“Baby girl, you can’t be serious. All those times I’d call you to my home, did you really think they were just coincidences?” He chuckled low, as if the entire conversation was the funniest thing he’d heard all day. Hissing and wincing at the movement, he slowly pulled himself up to rest against the headboard of the bed, noticing how you flinched at his movement, thinking you had hurt him by leaning back too far or something. “You’re too cute. I have to admit though, I was cowardly to hide behind the false pretenses of work just to see your face on more than just busy weekdays and groggy mornings.”
This entire conversation had you floating, wondering if you were in a dream and if someone pinched you in that moment, would you disappear and awake in your own bed? It wouldn’t be the first time you’d dreamed of your boss in such a manner, some dreams bordering on much more explicit content than just this.
“I must ask: do you feel the same way? Because if not, I don’t want to force you into anything, you’re allowed to say no Y/N. This isn’t something that jeopardizing your career or anything of that sort, it is totally up to you. Just know that it’d make me very happy to see you in the mornings, not at the office or when your bring me coffee. I want to wake up next to you and have breakfast at home, maybe go for a morning swim together. Sans bathing suits, of course.” He smirked at the last hunk of his confession, wanting to be as direct with you as possible. He’d been beating around the bush long enough already and the accident from before made him realize how short life really is and how he needed to do this now or regret it for the rest of your life when you’d come in brandishing a ring on your left hand and making some other guy unbelievable lucky.
Choosing to ponder his words, you felt like actions were a lot more suitable than words in the moment. So you chose to indulge in the fantasies you’d created so elaborately in your mind, the intricacies of an intimate relationship with your boss finally revealing themselves as you leaned forward, catching his pretty lips in a soft kiss.
He let out a surprised noise, not expecting you to take initiative so quickly and certainly not so well. He raised his hand and rested his palm against your cheek as you leant more of your weight forward and place your own two hands on either side of his body. Lips shaking with anticipation, you pull away for just a brief moment, a breath’s length apart from Seungcheol’s own parted mouth and you smiled, dipping in once more to passionately press your lips together.
It turned feverish fast, repressed feelings finally coming to surface with every lingering touch. Seungcheol’s hands roamed along your sides, soothing the goosebumps he’d raise with every nip of your bottom lip. He snaked his tongue inside your mouth and soon you were swirling you own against his while he tugged at your hair, trying to bring you closer to him. He brought to his lap, forcing you to straddle him as his lips never left yours. Hissing when your body came into contact with his lower half, you instantly pulled away and jerked your body up, inspecting the damage you’d caused. You expected to come face to face with a pained expression on Seungcheol’s face but were instead met with pure arousal dripping from his eyes, mouth parted and panting while a pretty pink stained the surface, a mixture of blood rising to the surface and the subtle tint you had put on your own before coming here.
“Did I hurt you, are you okay?” You worriedly asked despite his facial expression, thinking you had put pressure on his injuries.
“I’m fine, I’d be a lot better if you sat back down princess.” He drawled, tongue heavy with shared saliva from the two of you. Your eyebrows flew into your hairline; once more you doubted the reality of situation before slowly bringing your hips back down and began to ground slowly into what you could easily figure was his relentless hard-on. He threw his head back and moaned at the delicious friction, finally relishing in some much needed contact. He’d been thinking about you for far too long; the entire situation was like a dream come true. Unsuspecting circumstances, yes, but still a dream come true nonetheless.
You went in for another round of heavy making out, his hands coming around to rest at your hips for a brief moment before slipping down and striking gold straight at your ass, gripping hard and forcing you to grind down as he pulled your forward. You whined into his mouth, lips hovering over one another’s as he chuckled into your mouth, the dark and low rumbling paired with the huffs of air against your lips gave you shivers.
“Gotta keep quiet, gorgeous. Unless you want someone to interrupt us?” You instantly shut your mouth and snuck your head in the space where his neck and shoulder met. Burying yourself against his delicious smelling skin, you tried to muffle the sounds coming from you against his neck. His harsh pants puffed against your hair as he tried to thrust up into you, a frustrated whine slipping out. You pull away and finally realize how much he’d been struggling, trying to get yourselves off but not having the strength in his leg due to his cast and injuries.
You really wanted to come, truly. But seeing Seungcheol like this made you pity him almost, not even really knowing how tough it must be to try and take care of himself while still refraining from hurting himself anymore. So you decided to take one for the team, hoping that it’d be alright with Seungcheol.
(Though you’re pretty sure no guy in their right mind would give up what you were about to do.)
You eased yourself off his lap to snake your way down in-between his legs, spreading his delicious thighs in the process. He looked at you in confusion, not knowing why you stopped when you were clearly enjoying yourself before. Pushing the rest of the bedsheets away from his lower body, you were met head on with a serious problem evident in Seungcheol’s hospital clothes, the dark gray scrub-like bottoms doing absolutely nothing to hide his arousal.
Looking up, you meet his eyes and giggle at his adorable expression. Here you were, mouth inches away from his hard dick and he was still unbelievably confused. You tittered at him, merely giving him a soft just be patient before you lowered yourself down and began to peck dryly along his length over his clothes. He let out a shuddering breath the minute your touch landed on him, hands impulsively tightening and tugging on the stark white bedsheets he laid on. Smirking at just how much power you had over him, you moved on to placing wetter, hotter open mouth kisses on him, focusing on where you knew the swollen head lay.
The material of his pants got soaked with your saliva, sticking obscenely against him and making his erection much more pronounced and shapely. You moved your eyes back up, finding Seungcheol with his head thrown back and knuckles white at the tight grip they had on the bed. His Adam’s apple bobbed with every deep gulp of breath he took, clearly trying to steel his nerves to last against your incessant teasing.
He’d had enough, poor thing was about to tear through his pants. So you indulged him, reaching for his waistband and silently asking him to help you pushing his hips off the bed. Once you were able to slide down his bottoms far enough, you reached for his length and tugged it out of his underwear, sparing no time and going straight in to lick feverishly at it. Hot, long strokes of your tongue ran along his cock, Seungcheol doing everything in his power to keep his release at bay.
You could tell he’d been holding back for a while, be it just today or around you in general. He deserved to finish after what you can only imagine was a frustrating year of you working alongside him. Especially if he really thought your outfits were as sultry as he made them out to be, since you literally wore them every day.
Lips wrapped around the head of his cock, you start to bob up and down, your tongue continuing to trace mindless patterns along the salty skin on the underside of his length. You stretch up your arms to wrap your gentle hands around his own, coaxing him to release his death grip on the bed only to guide them to your hair so he could do the same to you instead.
He caught on instantly, finally feeling like was allowed to let go. He began to thrust shallowly into your mouth, solid bucks into the heat you were giving him. You let your hands rest at his thighs, rubbing circles in the skin as you focused on your breathing as Seungcheol started to go deeper with his thrusts. His groans mingled with the sounds of your wet mouth coming into contact with his member, lewd and loud. There was no mistaking what you two were getting up to in this moment.
“Y-Y/N… baby I’m close,” he half-whimpered, his voice scratchy from how dry it was. All you gave him to confirm you’d heard was a hard suck, making Seungcheol nearly double over. His thrusts were getting sloppy again, a repeat of earlier when you were on his lap. He was trying to get some stability on his casted leg to buck up but couldn’t muster it. You pushed his hips down, gagging yourself on him instead to save him the trouble. After all, that is why you gave up riding him earlier.
His grip on your hair didn’t falter for a moment; if anything, it got a lot rougher. You could feel his release before he vocalized it, the hardness in your mouth twitching right before he shot his come into your mouth. You swore he had torn your hair right out of your scalp with how hard he had it in his grip as he released but the pain didn’t fully register due to the immense pleasure you felt at giving Seungcheol such a powerful and much awaited orgasm.
A few moments of hard panting later, he finally loosened his fingers in your locks and you slid your mouth off his now softening cock, taking in how trails of come and saliva followed your mouth off. Looking up, you made sure to meet his eyes before opening your mouth and showing your tongue off to him—covered in stringy pools of white—before making a show of swallowing every drop that was inside your mouth. His awestruck expression was worth the feeling of come slowly going down your throat, a not too entirely pleasant experience but fun nonetheless.
Once he figured out how to make his tongue work again, Seungcheol finally spoke up, “Damn baby, you’re as nasty as I figured.” He chuckled and let his body slump back; he still couldn’t believe this happened. In a hospital of all places. “C’mere. It’s your turn now sweetheart.” He beckoned you with the flick of a sinfully pretty finger and you had half a mind to take him up on his offer and ride his face into oblivion. But you knew better, it’d been too long since a nurse had come by and knowing how hospitals work, you knew his heart rate was no doubt higher than normal because of your helping mouth. It’d make nurses break into a frantic scramble to make sure you weren’t having an allergic reaction to medication or something.
So you got up from in-between his legs and stood on admittedly shaky legs, watching how once again, Seungcheol was beyond confused.
“Did you not want to come too?” His voice was laced with something that resembled disappointment, hurt almost. It wasn’t like you didn’t want it—it was all you thought about even before this entire encounter—you just didn’t want some nurses barging in while he was tongue deep inside of you. Face flushing as you tried to figure out how to explain it in the least filthy way possible, you two heard a timid knock rap on the door. Heads flying in the direction of the sound, Seungcheol scrambled to pull his pants up while you reached to cover him with the sheets otherwise the wet spots you put on his pants would be clearly visible and you’d be exposed in an instant.
Once everything seemed normal, you gave a cheerful come in! and fidgeted slightly at the growing uncomfortable sensation of your wet underwear growing cold as time went on. Nurse Go entered, almost cautiously. She flickered her eyes between the two of you and you caught a glimpse of what looked like 2 or 3 other nurses huddled behind the door, peeking through the crack of the now open door.
“Is everything okay in here?” She asked, mimicking interest in the machines and I.V that surrounded Seungcheol’s bed. You nodded, appearing absolutely casual until your eyes bulged out of your head once you met the sight that made Nurse go freeze stiffly in place. Seungcheol’s neck was splotchy and red, where you knew you were huddled up against when he was initially dry-humping you. Embarrassment flooded your features and you half hoped she was a pure-minded woman who had no idea what a mark from sex looked like.
But her face told you otherwise, stamping down all your hopes and prayers in a moment. Before you could even try to come up with a half-assed excuse, she spoke up.
“I’m all for trying new things, especially in newer types of relationships…” She gestured between the two of you before continuing, “But we ask for you to not do these things while he’s strapped up to a heart monitor. Lucky was how loud you two were being and how I was the first to arrive and spared you the embarrassment of having half of us busting through that door.” Pointing at the door, you close your eyes in a half sense of relief because you were able to control yourself well enough to prevent the worst from happening, even if Nurse Go had stopped herself before and probably waited for an all clear.
“I hope you didn’t injure yourself any further, Mr. Choi?” She addressed Seungcheol, sternness in her voice akin to something a mother would sound like scolding her child. He meekly shook his head no, head coming down in shame and embarrassment of his exposure. For a confident man, he didn’t seem to take to publicity well.
Nurse Go left promptly after that, explaining how Seungcheol would be discharged later that day to return to his home to continue the healing process. You smiled gratefully at her before she left, her sneaky hand coming up to give you a hidden away thumbs up. Whether it was because she was happy you two actually got together or because you scored such a catch, you had no idea.
“So,” Seungcheol’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Would you mind doing me the honors of taking me home? I can’t exactly drive in this condition.” He chuckled and gestured to his broken leg. You smiled and nodded.
“As long as I can pick the radio station.” He laughed at that, warm and bright and you joined him. He agreed with those conditions and added one more of his own:
“Fine, as long as you stay for dinner.”
You smiled and nodded.
You could definitely agree to those terms. Most definitely.
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