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bpmiranda · 7 days

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Professional (Hugh Jackman) nsfw

A/N: purely fictional, age gap, 18+ f!reader, jealous!hugh, flirtationship, dry humping, semi-public sex, mild choking, unprotected sex, creampie

Hugh Jackman is a professional actor. He takes great precautions to never be disrespectful or arrogant or otherwise unpleasant to work with because he wants everyone working together to remain in good spirits. During the production of The Greatest Showman, his professionalism is put to the test and he knows that is exactly what you are; a test.

You’re happily bouncing from department to department, coordinating with costumes and lighting, making sure the stars are all wearing the correct shade and amount of makeup required for their scenes. Hugh is unable to keep himself from joking with you, he’s always hoping for your chair to be open in the makeup trailer, always flirting with the young makeup artist. Though, in his defense, you are quite the flirt yourself, even if he knows it is just your personality. That’s what makes it all the more difficult to restrain himself, you simply can’t help it.

“Is that my jacket?” He asks, doing a double take as you’re walking past him towards the trailer lot.

You turn around and look down at yourself, recalling that you did in fact take his zip up hoodie, and you laugh. “Oh, yeah, I got cold in the trailer and it was just sitting there. Do you like?” You ask, giving him a little spin and he chuckles, fighting to keep himself professional.

“It’s a bit big for you.” He comments, placing his hands on his hips as he notices how the hem of the hoodie falls at your thighs.

“Well,” You shrug, giving him a small smirk. “You’re a big man, Hugh.” You wink before continuing on your way and leaving him wondering how you might look wearing only his hoodie.

It’s not like you’re trying to seduce him, but that’s just the effect that you have on him. Your charming personality slowly chips at his willpower and makes him want to know you better, want to seek you out. “How’s that?” You ask as you finish shaving his 5 o’clock shadow, your fingers lightly touch his smooth jaw and you move behind him so he can look at himself in the mirror.

“You shave me better than I can.” He chuckles, rubbing his chin and lifting it up to inspect your work.

You grin triumphantly as you softly comb his hair back with your fingers, smoothing down a few strays. “Personally, I adore your beard,” You say, sighing as you rest your hands on his broad shoulders and absentmindedly squeeze them, massaging him. “I love a full, greying beard.”

Hugh tries to fight the smirk at the corner of his lips as he looks at you, failing. “You like older men?” He asks and you nod, not thinking too much about the question and the implications that come with it.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You grin as you pack away the shaving utensils you used and lean back into his lap as you look at him in the mirror. “I think it’s the experience that comes with them. It’s nice to relinquish control and just follow.”

One of Hugh’s hands comes up to your hip while he chuckles at you. “Ever been with one?” He asks shamelessly and you nod, your cheeks growing warm, but you’re not embarrassed. It’s Hugh, he’s basically your friend now. “Oh yeah? Who?”

“That’s personal, Hugh.” You smirk, turning around though he doesn’t let go of your hip and his hand smooths across your ass as you turned. You didn’t mind. “But you don’t have to worry, you’re the only man in my life right now.” You say, caressing his smooth cheek gently and smiling.

“I’d better be.” He says, patting your hip lightly before he gets up and kisses your cheek. “Thanks for the shave, sweetheart.”

“Anytime, darling.” You call as you wipe off the chair he was occupying. Not a single thing about the interaction seemed off to you, but Hugh couldn’t stop thinking about the things he would show you, teach you, if you’d let him.

One morning, he notices you laughing and pushing Zac gently, your hand lingering on his chest as his younger co-star is laughing with you, leaning an arm on the table behind you so he’s closer to you. Hugh tries not to let it bother him, he knows that’s your personality, you’re just a flirty person. You don’t like Zac that way, you probably don’t even like him that way. You’re just here to do a job, like everyone else. However, it feels so different when it’s just you and him. Hugh swears you feel what he feels too, especially when you shyly return a quip or intentionally lean on him, touch him in a way that isn’t all too necessary. It doesn’t stop him from being jealous, and that’s simply because he knows you’d be his without a second thought, the same way he’s already yours.

“No, Hugh!” You scold as you take the cup of coffee from the grown man sitting in your makeup chair. You gently wipe the foam that had met his lip off and you suck your thumb clean. Another action that you thought nothing of while it drove him wild. “It’s going to stain your teeth, you have to wait after the photo shoot.” You tell him as you set the cup down and inspect his face. Hugh gives you a tired look and you pout at him. “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t mean to be so cruel.” You say, softly caressing his stubbled cheek and he chuckles.

“I think that’s exactly what you mean to do.” He says with a smirk, taking your dainty hand and holding onto it as he rests it on his lap. “When am I on?” He asks, glancing at the time on his phone sitting on his other lap and you lean into him, pressing your hip against the inside of his thigh to peer at his screen. Hugh can smell your perfume and he wants so badly to keep you this close forever.

“About 10 minutes.” You say, stepping back again to get a good look at his appearance and fixing a few stray hairs from his combed back style. “I should get hair back in here.” You murmur, about to do just that when Hugh subtly tugs on your hand.

His green eyes look mischievously at you when you turn back to him and he shakes his head. “I like how you do my hair better.” He says, only wanting you and him alone in his trailer a little while longer. Your cheeks warm up, but you fix his hair anyway, fully aware of him glancing at your body and your breasts as you’re leaning into him. His hands come to rest on your waist and you bite your lip, smiling to yourself as you lightly spray his hair and smooth it over.

“There.” You whisper, looking down at him to see he is staring at your lips and your chest. “My eyes are up here, darling.” You smirk, lightly swatting at his toned chest and he chuckles.

“Like you don’t stare at me.” He smirks and you pretend to be insulted, letting your mouth fall open in shock which makes him laugh.

“Please,” You say as you pack away the hair styling tools you used and lean back against the vanity. “I’m a professional, Hugh. I don’t have time to ogle and pal around.” You say, knowing full well that is exactly what you do all day and he chuckles because he’s the one you ogle and with whom you’re always paling around, more so than anyone else on set.

Hugh stands up from his chair, blocking you from view with his massive frame as he leans on the vanity, his arms trapping you as he leans down and the tip of his nose brushes yours. “What if I’m not very professional?”

You’re speechless, for the very first time in your career, and he sees that as a win. “Hugh,” You whisper his name, swallowing hard as you try not to seem nervous or uncomfortable because you’re not and you really want to see where this goes. “We should lock the door.” You say, tilting your head upwards so your lips are moving against his as you ask, “Unless you want them to see?”

Hugh nods, kissing you softly, pressing his body into yours as you return the gesture. “I want them to see.” He murmurs, one of his hands resting on your hip and the other moving your thigh slightly so he can grind his crotch against your core, stimulating you through the thin fabric of your leggings.

A soft moan falls from your lips as you hold onto his waist with one hand and the other reaches up to clasp around his nape. “Who could you possibly have to be jealous of?” You ask breathlessly against his mouth as he is leaning over you, pressing his erection harder into your sensitive clit.

“Doesn’t matter.” He murmurs, lifting you up suddenly and stepping between your legs. “You’re here with me now.” His fingers reach for the seam between your thighs and you stop him quickly.

“How am I supposed to walk out of here with ripped leggings?” You ask with a light laugh at how desperately he wants to fuck you and he groans, turning you around instead and tugging them down. You bite your lip as you watch him undo his belt buckle in the mirror and he winks at you.

“You’re lucky I care enough.” He says, leaning with his hand onto the vanity, his chest pressing against your back as he lines his cock up to your entrance and you whine as his swollen head prods at your wet entrance. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“Hugh!” You whine as he’s pushing his length into you, slow and gentle so you feel every inch of him taking up space in your cunt. “Fuck.” You rest your head back against his firm chest, one of his large hands comes up to hold your throat and he’s kissing your neck softly as he begins fucking you.

His chest is rising and falling quickly against your back, his breathing is hard against your neck and you feel him lightly squeeze your throat which makes you whine in response. His cock is throbbing inside you, pulsing against your tight walls while he’s rutting deeply into you. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.” He groans, nipping lightly at your earlobe as your whimpering his name, your little frame trembling in his hold as he has his way with you. “You ever been stretched out like this, baby?” He asks and he smirks when you shake your head, unable to form a sentence as you’re completely cock drunk and the air isn’t all the way reaching your brain as he’s got your windpipe in his strong grip. “Didn’t think so.” He grunted as your core began to squeeze him in tandem with your orgasm.

“Hu-Hugh!” You cry out hoarsely, his hand lets go of your throat and your head hangs forward weakly as you’re shaking from the force of your release. Hugh simply pushes you down onto the vanity and brings your hips back to meet his forceful thrusts, using you now for his own pleasure. “Fuck!” You gasp as hot tears prick at your eyes, your hands pressing firmly into the flat surface he’s got you pinned to while he’s filling your pussy with his load.

“Shit!” He groans, leaning forward and pushing the head of his cock against your cervix where you feel his spurts of cum being dumped. His large hands grab onto the round part of your ass, spreading you lewdly as he watches himself moving in and out of your little hole, smirking when he begins to see the mixture of yours and his creamy white fluids coating his thick shaft. “You’re a damn tease. You know that?” He asks, leaning forward and kissing your cheek as you lightly laugh.

“Is that what’s got you so riled up?” You ask, leaning onto your hands again and looking at him in the mirror as he’s admiring your dazed expression, his cock still sitting heavy inside you. “You can’t handle a little friendly flirting?”

“Don’t pretend that’s all that was,” He chuckles, one of his hands sliding up your blouse so he can grab onto your tit. “You told me yourself you like older men.”

You moisten your lips and bite your bottom one as he kisses your neck, sighing against your skin. “Then you had no reason to be jealous in the first place.”

Hugh laughs lightly and nods in agreement. “I suppose you’re right.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror and you feel him throb inside you, a small whine echoes in your mouth. “I just can’t be professional around you, sweetheart.”

This was a request that I ended up putting far too much time into and I enjoyed it🤭 Let me know what you think!

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