when i wake up at noon •sope smuts•

you have nice hands, sir🐿

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jung hoseok recently got promoted to the ceos personal assistant, and he couldnt be happier. that is, until his own brain interferes his work peformance. he cant help it; mr mins hands are just so...distracting.

○uh...hands. yeah.
○yoongis hands to be specific.
○ blindfolding
○choking
○oral but like, on hands-
○finger sucking
○gagging
○ceo and assistant🕺
○"sir" and other honorifics
○theres a masturbate scene●-●
○on da desk
○praise
○💖hobis thighs💖
○since the last one was quite long, this one will not detail the buildup. straight into it.

🧸everything is consensual🧸
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"i trust youll be competent enough for this job. dont let me down, jung hoseok".

hoseok was ecstatic when he first heard those words. affirmations like "i can do this" and, "ill be the best assistant anyones ever seen" ran through his mind.

but now, as he layed atop his bed sheets, wearing only an oversize band tee and red briefs, nothing but shame and dread flooded his thoughts. he was supposted to be the perfect assistant: committed, professional, seirous, and nothing less than devoted to his boss while serving his every need.

how can hoseok show his face at work after knowing hes stepping out of line? it all started with that stupid bathroom break.

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min yoongi had gone to the bathroom in his office, while hoseok organized the paperwork on his desk.
a minute or so later, yoongi walked back out, muttering something about "no paper towels". being the good assistant he was, hoseok turned back to make sure his boss wasnt having some sort of problem.

thats when he saw something hed never paid attention to before: glistening hands running though toffee hair.

hoseok found himself admiring how the blue of yoongis veins layed against his porcelin skin. his bones and muscle could be seen flexing with each slight movement of the fingers (which were nothing less than sculpted by adonis himself). and despite yoongis hands being perfectly soft and light, they still rung an air of natural masculinity.

"the 8th wonder of the world.."

"mr jung?"

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hoseok was stifling the urge to bury his face into his pillow and scream out his frustration. hed seen it in movies before, but that didnt do anything to muffle his sounds the last time he tried it. in fact, he was trying to avoid a noise complaint from his neighbors once again.

settling for the 'no screaming' option, hoseok just burrowed his head into his hands and slightly pulled down to soothe himself. as his hands traveled down his face, he found them at the base of his neck.

and thats when a shameful thought sparked his mind. hoseok thought to himself, "there is another way to relieve stress...".

electricity filled the air as he lightly drug his own hands over his collarbones and down his torso while imagining they were mr.mins. his hips bucked up ever so gently as his- yoongis hands perched atop his pelvis. instead of pulling his underwear off, he lightly nudged the side of his bulge; which earned a needy whine.