Situations - K.hj, P.sh, C.s

situations - k.hj, p.sh, c.s

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kim hongjoong, park seonghwa, choi san x fem!reader - emo band!au, smut, fluff, foursome, dick piercings, creampies, praise (use of good girl), san has a breeding kink, hongjoong's nipples are pierced, brief ot8 interaction

word count: 7.9k

tag list: @formidxble @pikacuuuuuuu @shinyddeonghwa @ateezappreciation (unable to tag: @hwahomie)

Following this tour was definitely the best decision you’d ever made. Sure, you were going to have to work overtime for months once you were home and borrow money from anybody who was willing to lend you some, but it was entirely worth it. You’d been saving up for something like this for the past few years and finally here you were: watching your favourite band front row every other night, staying in cheap hotels and sleeping on bumpy bus rides between cities. You were exhausted but it was - again - so fucking worth it.

Seeing the same set list over and over, you’d memorised the parts of the show that were repeated each night and had fallen in love with the sections that were spontaneous and improvised. Some people would say that seeing concerts repeated this way would make them boring but having the set list memorised was like a dream come true to you. Along with the way Hongjoong’s voice shouted over the drums and guitar, the way Seonghwa licked his lips before joining Hongjoong during the choruses and the way San’s eyelids hung low over his eyes each time he finished a drum solo, the songs had you feeling more alive than you’d ever felt before.

Being so close to the men who you’d been a fan of for several years now was unreal. Things you’d never considered to be important were suddenly your favourite details about them. You’d known Hongjoong had gotten his nipples pierced a year back but it was more noticeable when seeing him in person, his shirts sometimes tight enough to make it obvious or his tank tops slipping or hanging in a way that left his chest visible. San was significantly hotter in real life, his exaggerated expressions and movements enough to make your heart pound - no camera could ever capture his energy. Seonghwa’s hands suddenly became of massive interest to you - they were so well taken care of despite the fact that he played bass, his fingers strong and skillfully moving between chords.

You were sure that they’d entirely ruined other men for you because nothing was going to top the way they made your panties wet with just the right nod of their head or lick of their lips. Yeah, this was definitely the best decision you’d ever made.

During the fourth concert, Hongjoong’s eyes had met yours halfway through the concert, and he’d winked at you, laughing when your eyes widened and hands came up to cover your mouth. He blew you a kiss and continued with the show, your heart pounding so hard in your throat you were sure that if you opened your mouth it would come up along with the breath you were holding in.

The eighth concert Hongjoong noticed you again, and this time, at the end of the concert when all eight band members were standing close to the edge of the stage, he pointed you out to Seonghwa who grinned upon seeing you, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. The other members noticed Seonghwa staring and turned to look, the other fans around you screaming and waving their arms, assuming the members were looking at them. San grinned, winking at you before they continued with their thanks for the audience of the concert.

After that, at least one of the members seemed to spot you each concert, grinning at you playfully before leaving the stage. During one concert, Hongjoong leaned forward from the edge of the stage, letting different fans hold his hand for a few seconds while he sang filthy words about giving head to dead girls. His hand finally met yours and squeezed tightly, taking the mic away from his lips for a moment to grin at you, thumb rubbing over your knuckles before he let go and made his way back to his microphone stand. You looked up to find Wooyoung and Yeosang watching you from their keyboards with smirks on their lips, your panties suddenly feeling very uncomfortable against your crotch.

You’d been to just over half of the shows on the tour when San pointed you out halfway through the concert.

“Here’s one more drum solo for the pretty girl who’s been to all our shows on this tour,” he said into his mic, not even bothering to look into the audience, having already spotted you earlier. “Hope you’re still having fun dollface.”

There was a murmuring among the crowd as girls pushed around to figure out who he was talking about even though he’d given no indication as to what you might look like. San’s drum solo quickly drowned out the murmurs, cheers filling the venue.

Nearing the end of the tour, the band got used to addressing you once or twice during the concerts, flashing you grins and blowing you kisses before walking off stage. During the second to last show, Hongjoong all but pointed you out to the rest of the audience, grinning every time you sucked on your bottom lip, clearly flustered from all the attention.

His voice dropped an octave as he sang what had quickly become your favourite song during this tour, his eyes barely leaving yours throughout it. He moved the mic away from his lips, tilting his head up to look at the ceiling, letting out a groan that wasn’t audible thanks to the loud instruments playing. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, watching you sing out the lines as though you were still hearing the song for the first time.

“I am an architect of difference, you are just a hole,” he practically growled into the microphone, running a hand through his hair before turning away from you. You felt the now familiar feeling of your lower tummy tightening at the sound of his voice, thighs pressing together for a moment as you suppressed a whimper. He continued singing, turning back to you only during the last repetition of the chorus, his lips curving into a grin at the sight of you with the tip of your tongue between your teeth. “I wanna show you what a bitch I can be.”

Just as the concert finished, Seonghwa threw out another fond line to you, winking as he did so.

“I hope our favourite groupie is taking care of herself,” he said into the microphone, the rest of the members whistling and cheering behind him. “Since tomorrow’s the last show, make sure to wear something pretty.”

You nodded vigorously, earning a laugh from Seonghwa as he glanced at you before he finally said goodbye to the crowd.

Seonghwa didn’t have to tell you to wear something pretty, of course. Since it was the last show, you’d bought a VIP package for it, meaning you’d get to speak to all the members backstage before the show. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone with them, but after all these shows of seeing them from afar (although considering that you’d held Hongjoong’s hand various times by now maybe it wasn’t that far) you were restless to sit with them and see them up close. There was so much you wanted to tell them - how their music had changed your life, how talented they were, how attractive they were - that you were suddenly terrified you’d forget what it was you wanted to tell them.

As it turned out, that should’ve been the least of your concerns.

The next day as you stood in line with the other fans who’d gotten VIP packages, you became hyper aware of just how nervous you were. Your hands were shaking, knees feeling as though they were made of jelly as you tried to catch your breath. At this rate you weren’t even going to manage walking into the room where the band was waiting. When the door finally opened, a security guard checked tickets as the handful of fans filed into the room. Upon seeing you, he raised a hand, stopping you from entering the room. He held the door open further and you caught a glimpse of Hongjoong before the door shut again, your cheeks suddenly feeling as though they were on fire.

“You’ll have to come back after the show,” the security guard told you in a gruff voice. Your eyes widened and your nerves disappeared as you felt yourself grow angry.

“But I paid for the VIP ticket!” you exclaimed, holding up the pass you’d been given. He nodded but shrugged, opening his mouth to talk before you interrupted him. “Everyone else went in, why should I have to wait!”

“Band’s decision, ma’am,” he told you with another shrug, watching your bottom lip tremble as he rolled his eyes. “Hongjoong was very firm that you should come later.”

You narrowed your eyes at him incredulously.

“Hongjoong said-”

“Yes, miss, now I have to ask you to leave.”

Somehow the prospect of Hongjoong recognising you and pointing you out wasn’t at all exciting, your stomach only twisting with anxiety at the thought that you might not get to meet the band like you’d been waiting to do for months now. What if they didn’t let you in after the concert? What if it was too crowded and you couldn’t get there in time? Or worse, what if Hongjoong had pointed out the wrong girl, and you’d be standing there like a fool? You toyed with your VIP tag as you waited for the concert to start, heart still thrumming in your ears. Your attention finally shifted as the band came onto the stage for the last time this tour, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout at the thought that the tour was almost over.

Before the concert began San came to the front of the stage, stealing Hongjoong’s microphone to speak to the crowd, a languid smile on his lips, eyes still bright the way they were before their concerts got into full swing.

“I know there was someone waiting to see us today,” he said, toying with his lip ring before he continued to speak. He looked around, spotting you and your dismayed expression. He shot you a small smile and wave, causing the fans around you to scream and push forward. “It’ll be worth the wait, sweetheart.”

Unlike when Seonghwa had spoken to you at the last show, you didn’t nod, just exaggerated your pout, earning a giggle from San before he let Hongjoong snatch the microphone from him.

“And on that note, here’s ‘Zombie Dance’,” Hongjoong said, running a hand through his hair. You gathered yourself enough to cheer, reminding yourself that this was the last time you’d be seeing this setlist.

To your relief, by the end of the first song your nerves had dissipated, allowing you to grin and scream as though it was your last night on Earth (and it really felt like it was). You laughed when the members poked fun at each other between songs and when the other members playfully drenched Seonghwa in the water from their water bottles.

“And here’s our dear groupie’s favourite song, ‘Hatefuck’,” Hongjoong said, your stomach filling with butterflies. You were sure then that this was your favourite concert of the tour.

The end of the concert was filled with thanks to the fans and each member recounting their favourite moments of the tour, Wooyoung insisting that pouring water over Seonghwa was the obvious highlight of the past three months. Hongjoong ended the concert with a statement that had your knees turning to jelly all over again.

“I think we can all agree that one of our favourite things was having our front row angel at every concert so can I get a big thank you from everyone here tonight-”

He was cut off by cheers from the audience, Yeosang glancing at you with a smile to make sure you could tell that the cheers were for you.

“We love you all!” San yelled into the microphone once more before they filed off stage, the crowd cheering until they were entirely out of sight. You felt breathless, lips still pulled into a grin so wide that your cheeks hurt as you tried to absorb every single second of the concert. You tried to come up with a coherent thought but found yourself at a loss, only gasping softly when you remembered that you had to go backstage. Getting there was a pain with the way people had crowded around the entrances and exits, and just as you’d feared, the new security guard didn’t recognise you when you tried to get to the door where you’d been earlier.

“Your colleague told me to come back!” you insisted, vision starting to blur from the tears welling in your eyes. “He didn’t let me in earlier, I have the pass and everything!”

She shook her head, repeating the monotone line about how you should have been here earlier, rolling her eyes when you finally began to cry. You tried to explain again but only managed to get out a few gibberish words, holding the pass up to her face. Just when you were sure you were going to be kicked out you heard the security guard you’d spoken to earlier.

“You made her cry? Come on, look at her,” he mumbled in annoyance, waving a hand in front of your face to catch your attention. “The band’s waiting for you. Oh, Hongjoong’s gonna be pissed.”

The woman who’d been holding you back began to apologise, only to be waved off by her colleague who led you back to where you’d been earlier with a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to cry, okay? They’re all waiting for you so don’t cry,” he told you. He didn’t seem particularly empathetic, more so worried that you were about to embarrass yourself in front of the band members. You nodded in an attempt to calm yourself down but this only brought forth a new wave of sobs, the door opening to reveal your distressed state to three of the men you’d been seeing almost every night for the past three months. “You boys better get her some water before she passes out.”

With that, the door shut behind you and you were left standing in front of Hongjoong, Seonghwa and San, who seemed just as bewildered as you felt. Hongjoong got up from where he was sitting, his features pulling into an expression of obvious annoyance at how distressed you seemed. Upon seeing them so closely you began to grin, laughing a little through your tears.

“Are you okay, what happened?” Hongjoong asked, opening his arms to invite you into a hug. You almost choked on your breath as you moved to hug him. He smelled like sweat and cologne and he was warm against you, one hand rubbing between your shoulder blades. You rested your face against his shoulder, unable to see the smile that was plastered onto his face. “Did you hurt yourself, angelface?”

“I’m so- I’m- It’s so nice to meet you guys,” you tried, taking in deep shuddering breaths to try to calm down. You finally pulled away from him, stumbling back a few steps as you caught your breath. When they noticed that you were in fact not dying, they all relaxed a little, Hongjoong’s laugh filling the room.

“It’s nice to meet you too, groupie,” he said, sitting down and watching as you tried hurriedly to dry your cheeks.

“Hey, sit down,” Seonghwa said from the couch, taking your arm and pulling you gently so that you were sitting on his lap, his hand resting on your arm. “Why don’t you tell us your name?”

“Y/N,” you told them, hiccuping immediately after. San laughed at this, getting up from his seat to get you some water.

“Cute,” Hongjoong said, leaning forward to admire you now that you were up close to them. “Well, thank you for coming to all of our shows, Y/N.”

You nodded, thanking San as he handed you a bottle of water. You drank eagerly and then turned to face Hongjoong again, a bright smile taking over your features now that you’d composed yourself.

“Thank you for performing for us! I love your music so much, you guys are so talented and you perform really-” you were cut off by a small hiccup, which had Seonghwa’s hand rubbing your arm affectionately, but you didn’t slow down at all. “-you perform really well! The new songs are so good and your music changed my life!”

“You’re telling me the words ‘she loves me ‘cause I give head like a zombie’ changed your life?” San teased, raising an eyebrow. Hongjoong smirked when your expression changed to one of embarrassment, Seonghwa bouncing you on his lap slightly as though you were a child.

“Ah, leave her alone, she’s so cute,” Seonghwa told him.

“Maybe those words did change her life! I don’t know what she’s into,” San answered with an exaggerated shrug, his eyes never leaving your face. You felt your heart flutter as they casually spoke about you as though you weren’t there, Hongjoong fighting back a grin as he watched how you stared at San in awe.

“Let her talk, San,” he told the younger member, as though their attention hadn’t been on you all along. You looked between them and then glanced at Seonghwa behind you, smiling a little when you made eye contact with him.

“Where’s- where’s everybody else?” you asked timidly, gesturing to the small backpack that you were holding. “I wrote you guys postcards, and I made keychains-”

“I think we found our biggest fan,” Seonghwa murmured, his hand moving from your arm to gently rub your back.

“They went out to get food, they’ll be back soon enough,” Hongjoong reassured you with a smile, leaning his head against his palm as he watched you.

“Do I have to leave soon?” you asked, looking at them. When Hongjoong shook his head no, you quickly picked up from where you’d left off a few moments ago. “Okay! And you guys are so handsome, you look so good in all your outfits and you-” you turned to face San, gesturing wildly as you spoke. “-look so strong when you're playing the drums, and you all sound so good, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone sound so hot talking about being in love with a serial killer.”

You spoke the whole time without acknowledging what you were saying, stopping only to drink more water, your sniffles having finally come to a stop. Seonghwa looked to Hongjoong, who was now watching you carefully, one brow raised. You finally set the bottle down again, leaning into Seonghwa’s hands on your waist, not thinking much of the touch. You looked back and forth between them, noticing now how they were all watching you with semi-amused expressions. Hongjoong was going to speak up when you gasped, turning to look at Seonghwa.

“Oh, and I wore my favourite dress!” you told him with a grin. You gestured to the dress, smoothing down the skirt of it with a proud smile. “Since you told me to wear something pretty for the last show.”

Seonghwa swore quietly then, his hands lowering to your hips. Your eyes widened in surprise but you took the response as a positive one. San stood before you had a chance to speak again. Hongjoong followed him and moved to stand in front of you, making you hum in confusion as you looked up at them. Just as Hongjoong was about to touch you, he stopped, his expression suddenly very serious as he looked at you.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” he asked, to which you nodded, heartbeat loud in your ears. “Good girl.”

His hand moved to pet your head, thumb gently running over your forehead. You happily leaned into his touch, stomach tying into knots as you felt Seonghwa’s hands squeeze your hips gently.

“How can we repay you for coming to so many of our shows, hm?” Hongjoong asked, cupping one of your cheeks in his hand and crouching so he was at the same level as you were, seeing as you were still perched on Seonghwa’s lap. His face was now close enough to yours that you could see every detail of his features. You opened your mouth to speak but found that only a small whine came out, earning you a chuckle from all three men. “How about a kiss? A kiss for our front row angel?”

In contrast to your anxious state just a few moments ago, you nodded eagerly, shifting your position slightly on Seonghwa’s lap. Hongjoong let out a small, soft laugh that you’d come to love from hearing it in his songs and, more recently, hearing it live. You thought your heart might jump out of your chest as you watched Hongjoong lean in, but as soon as your eyes fell shut and his lips met yours the wellbeing of your heart seemed unimportant.

He was firm, his lips a little chapped against yours as his tongue dragged against your lip. As soon as you parted your lips slightly his tongue came into contact with yours, a small moan escaping you. You could hear San mumble ‘how cute’ and feel Seonghwa’s thumbs kneading into your hips, your heart rate picking up. But it was the feeling of Hongjoong tilting his head to accommodate you better, his tongue suddenly much deeper inside of your mouth, that finally pushed you over the edge, a louder moan leaving you as you dropped the water bottle you’d been holding. One of your hands took hold of Seonghwa’s knee, the other reaching for San and managing to take a hold of his shirt. The boys watched in amusement as you whimpered when Hongjoong pulled away, your brows drawn together.

“There we go,” Hongjoong murmured. You looked at him in mild confusion when he patted your cheek. “That should be enough, right?”

“No, wait!” you exclaimed, catching yourself and the three of them by surprise. The shit-eating grin on Hongjoong’s face made you tighten your grip on San’s shirt, barely aware of how you were pulling him towards you. “Please can I- what about San and Seonghwa?”

“What about them?” Hongjoong teased, watching the way you let go of San’s shirt and Seonghwa’s knee to play with the hem of your dress, your hands shaking. The way you pressed your thighs together slightly was a dead giveaway to just how flustered you’d gotten from one kiss. “Come on, we won’t bite.”

“Unless you want,” San added, earning an eye roll from Seonghwa.

“It’s not fair if I don’t kiss them too, right?” you asked cautiously, Hongjoong’s thumb coming to stroke your cheek at the sound of your words.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

San didn’t give you a chance to reconsider your offer, taking Hongjoong’s place in front of you. He looked you up and down as if examining you. After a few seconds of this he lifted you slightly so that you were now straddling one of Seonghwa’s thighs, your breath catching in your throat at the sudden pressure against your crotch. San just smirked, taking a hold of your jaw and pressing his lips to yours.

He was less careful than Hongjoong, his teeth knocking against yours slightly as he parted his lips, tongue licking fervently into your mouth. You could feel his lip ring against your lip, dark lipstick smudging against your own lips, your hips beginning to rock gently against Seonghwa’s thigh as San sucked on your bottom lip. The sound that left you when San dug his teeth into your lip was enough to make Seonghwa and Hongjoong groan, your hips bucking in turn.

“San, hurry up,” Seonghwa mumbled, his hands moving slowly over the swell of your ass, squeezing your hips each time you rutted against him. The smile on his lips was fond but he could feel himself getting harder each time you moved against him. When you finally pulled away from San there was saliva dripping from your bottom lip, your eyes wide as you watched San wipe it away with his thumb. His lipstick was a mess and you raised a hand to your own lips, pulling your finger away to see some of the dark purple lipstick on your skin. You looked back at San who was watching you like you were a puppy taking a bath for the first time. All the attention made you blush. Shakily you turned yourself around, straddling Seonghwa’s lap and smiling at him giddily. “There’s our pretty girl.”

The praise had you whining, hands gripping Seonghwa’s as he kissed you. Hongjoong had been firm and San had been rough, but Seonghwa was careful and slow, not parting his lips until he felt you grind against him again. He tasted like strawberry gum, his tongue longer than the others and easily moving against yours. You thought back to the way he licked his lips on stage and heard yourself whimper.

"She's so cute," Hongjoong murmured behind you, San humming in agreement. You shifted a little on Seonghwa's lap, tilting your neck to allow him to kiss along your jaw and neck. As you raised your hips a little you felt his erection press up against your crotch and gasped, freezing suddenly. "Wait, wait, Hwa," Hongjoong said suddenly, standing behind you and holding your face gently. You tilted your head up to look at him and felt yourself relax at the warmth of his hands against your face. "Do you want to stop sweetheart?"

You tried to shake your head but found yourself mesmerized by the look in Hongjoong's eyes and the feeling of Seonghwa's hard-on beneath you. When you didn't say anything, Seonghwa gave your thighs a light squeeze.

"Tell us what you want," he said, lips brushing against your jawline. You shivered and nodded quickly.

"I want to- fuck," you groaned, maintaining your eye contact with Hongjoong as you began to grind down against Seonghwa's lap. "Please let me show you how much I love you guys."

San replied this time, moving Hongjoong's hand to pinch your cheek lightly.

“You love us?” San asked, grinning at how you were still craning your neck to look up at him and Hongjoong.

“Yes,” you said, nodding quickly and looking back down at Seonghwa. “I love you guys so, so much.”

“You better show us how much then,” Hongjoong told you. You had no reason to disobey.

They were quick to move you, Seonghwa lifting you off of his lap so that San could guide you to a table on the other side of the room, pushing everything off to the sides to make room for you. Once you were seated on the edge of it, he pulled you into another kiss while Hongjoong spread your legs and stood between them, fingers trailing over your panties.

"Shit, you're so wet," Hongjoong muttered, glancing at Seonghwa who was removing his jacket and belt. Hongjoong continued to rub his fingers against you, watching as you broke the kiss with San to moan against his lips, your eyes never leaving his. "Did you get this wet at our shows, groupie? Watching San play the drums and wishing I'd hatefuck you like in your favourite song?"

You just nodded, bucking your hips up into his touch.

"Hey, use your words," Seonghwa told you, gripping your jaw to turn your face towards him. A smirk played on his lips as he watched the way you stared at his arms.

"It’s just you all - God - you all look so good," you whimpered, parting your lips as Seonghwa pressed his thumb against them. You gladly let him push his thumb into your mouth, the tip of it dragging back and forth against your tongue. As though you weren't already overwhelmed enough, Hongjoong pushed your panties aside at the same time that San took your hand to press it against the bulge in his pants. You looked up at Seonghwa with wide eyes, his tongue poking out from between his teeth as he watched you suck on his thumb.

“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me?” San mumbled, grinding forward into your hand. You responded with a quiet whimper, trailing off into a loud whine as Hongjoong pushed a finger inside of you. “Did you touch yourself thinking about us, pretty girl?”

“I bet she did, she’s so wet,” Hongjoong said, voice low. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, your lips finally parting from around Seonghwa’s thumb to let out a quiet moan. You pouted, shaking your head.

“No, I didn’t,” you lied, turning to face San. He watched the way you bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning, tongue licking over his top lip. “I swear.”

“I bet you think about having our cum all over you. Would you like having eight guys cum on you at once?” Hongjoong murmured, pushing another finger into you, which made you swear underneath your breath. His fingers inside of you felt better than you could’ve imagined, moving easily in and out of you from how wet you were. He paused his movements for a moment, curling his fingers inside of you and slowly pressing them into you until you let out a loud moan, covering your mouth with both hands. “There you go, dollface.”

You fell apart quickly after that, one hand moving to grip Seonghwa’s shirt while the other covered your mouth.

“Please let me make you feel good,” you pleaded, looking up at San and Seonghwa, your thighs shaking as Hongjoong continued to push his fingers against that spot inside of you.

"Since you asked so nicely," Seonghwa murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You sucked on your lip as you watched Seonghwa pull down his pants and underwear, eyes wide as you watched him smear his precum over the tip of his dick. It was flushed and thicker than you’d expected, with four silver piercings adorning the underside of his dick that made you gasp, making all three men laugh.

“She got tighter when she saw your dick, Hwa,” Hongjoong teased you, pulling his fingers out, groaning at the way your entrance tightened around nothing. “Do you want his dick in you, angelface?”

You nodded, whining when San pinched your cheek. You turned to find that he’d taken off his shirt, your eyes scanning his chest until you landed on his barely visible happy trail and the obvious erection in his pants.

“What our angel wants, she gets,” San told you, stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Go on Hwa, don’t keep her waiting.”

Hongjoong gently pushed you down by your chest, Seonghwa taking his place between your legs and pulling down your panties, stroking himself as he saw how wet you were. You turned your head to look at San who was tugging down his jeans and underwear, smirking when you quickly reached out to touch him. He swore when you spat on your hand before taking a hold of him, stroking slowly.

“Do we have any condoms?” Seonghwa asked, his thumb rubbing over your clit. You lifted your hips slightly into his touch, whining when Hongjoong turned to look for some.

“It doesn’t matter, please just fuck me,” you begged, not noticing the shock on their faces.

“Baby, I can’t do that-”

“I’m clean and I’m on birth control, please,” you said again, squeezing San’s dick slightly, only realising what you’d done when he groaned softly. “Seonghwa, please.”

It was the first time you’d called any of them by name and although you didn’t seem to notice it, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed. Seonghwa lined up the tip of his dick with your entrance, pushing it up and down between your folds, bottom lip caught between his teeth. When he finally pushed in, your back arched, a loud moan leaving your lips. You were still adjusting when he finally bottomed out inside of you, thighs shaking and brows drawn together when you felt Hongjoong’s fingers against your lips.

“Open your mouth, dollface,” he commanded, smiling when you did as told. He took a hold of your jaw, turning your head to face him and running the tip of his dick over your tongue. You noticed that he was pierced there too, silver dotting the tip of his dick and just beneath the head, his hand firm as it held your jaw open so he could push into your mouth. “Good girl.”

Just as Hongjoong hit the back of your mouth, Seonghwa pulled almost all the way out, slamming back in with the same strength you’d seen when he was jumping on stage, his piercings dragging against your walls in a way that made you shudder. Your moans against Hongjoong’s length had him gripping your hair, fucking into your mouth until there were tears welling in your eyes.

“Look at you, you’re so needy,” San mumbled, wrapping his hand around yours to jerk himself off. Out of all of them, he spoke the most, leaning down to kiss your jaw and neck every now and then, murmuring dirty words against your ear. Seonghwa was probably the opposite, aside from the occasional curse under his breath, the only thing that came from his lips was praise.

“You’re all ours, right? Our pretty girl,” he said firmly, groaning quietly as he held himself deep inside of you, his thumb pressing against your clit. When he felt you tighten around him, he grinned, rocking himself back and forth into you as he rubbed circles over your clit. “Are you gonna cum for us, angel? Our gorgeous front row angel wants to cum all over my dick, hm?”

You tried to keep quiet, but San and Hongjoong laughed at how your back arched off of the table when Seonghwa began to roughly thrust into you again.

“She’s so pretty,” Hongjoong muttered, holding your face down on his dick until you were gagging and drooling all over him. You gasped when he pulled back, coughing and whining as you covered your face with one hand. With each thrust of Seonghwa’s cock inside of you you could feel yourself getting closer, eyes squeezing shut. “You can cum for us, baby, go on.”

Hongjoong’s voice was all the encouragement you needed, your hand reaching blindly for Seonghwa as you came, your hips bucking upward as you came around him. He quickly took a hold of your hand, kissing your jaw and neck sweetly as he let you ride out your high, his cock twitching inside of you. You had barely caught your breath when you gripped onto his hair and spoke, voice weak.

“Cum inside, please,” you moaned, shuddering beneath him. “Cum inside, Seonghwa, please.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa growled out, choking on his own breath as he came in you, thrusting sloppily as he filled you with his cum. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“Hey, my turn,” San said, letting go of your hand only to kiss your knuckles before he took Seonghwa’s place, groaning loudly at the sight of the other male’s cum leaking out of you. He grinned, scooping it up and pushing it back inside of your sensitive hole. “Can I cum inside of you too, dollface? Wanna see you all full of cum just for us.”

“Don’t be weird, Sannie,” Seonghwa mumbled, kneeling beside the table to wipe the drool from around your mouth with his thumb, smiling at the sight of your wet lashes and blowjob lips.

“It’s not weird, it’s perfectly-” he pushed into you all at once without warning, setting a rough pace without giving you time to adjust. “-normal. I wanna see our favourite groupie’s stomach all swollen with our cum, she’d be so. Fucking. Cute.”

You found yourself whining out his name loudly as he fucked you, your already aching hole clenching around his dick with each word that came from his mouth.

“Look at you, all fucked out and precious for your favourite band,” Hongjoong murmured, carelessly tugging down the straps of your dress to expose the bra you were wearing. You tried to cover your chest, embarrassed that you’d worn a comfortable one rather than a provocative one, not having planned for something like this. Hongjoong was quick to take a hold of your hands and move them away, seemingly unbothered by the bra you were wearing. “Let me see your pretty tits angel, don’t be shy.”

San giggled at this, his thrusts deeper as he slowed down to pound into you harder.

“We already know you’re a slut for us, there’s no point in trying to hide it now.”

Your second orgasm hit you then, your hands quickly grabbing onto Hongjoong’s that had been busy undoing the front-clasp bra you were wearing. Your thighs shook as San continued to fuck you sloppily, grinning down at you. Your moans were loud enough then that the boys were sure the security staff outside could hear you, but you were so pretty, back arched up off of the table and hands trembling, that it didn’t matter.

You tried to thank San but your voice came out as a weak moan, your words turning to gibberish as you tried to form coherent thoughts. You were so out of it that you could barely register Seonghwa’s voice praising you or the way San’s thrusts became clumsy as he tried to fuck into your tight, spasming cunt. Hongjoong let you hold onto his wrists as he rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, smirking at the way you were starting to shake from overstimulation.

“I’m gonna make you so full,” San muttered, hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure they would bruise. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum until it’s fucking pouring out of you- shit.”

San came inside you without warning, holding himself as deep inside of you as he could, squeezing his eyes shut. His grip on your hips loosened then, his eyes opening to see just how wrecked you looked, Hongjoong’s lips pressing kisses all over your face while you held onto him tightly.

“Can you take one more round, groupie?” Hongjoong asked you gently, standing and letting Seonghwa take hold of your hands instead. “You don’t have to-”

“Please,” you moaned when San pulled out, feeling empty now that you didn’t have one of them filling you up. “Please, Joongie, I want you inside.”

He let out a quiet groan at the sound of the nickname falling from your lips. He stood between your legs, watching the way you shuddered when he dragged the head of his cock between your folds, the stud of his piercing pressing against your clit. Seonghwa was toying with your hands, watching you with a small smirk while San kept teasing you, his mouth moving from your neck to your chest as he kissed and bit at your skin. Hongjoong took a hold of your thighs, his blunt nails digging into the plush fat.

“Tell me you want it, angelface,” he said, leaning forward with a grin on his face. “I wanna know how bad you want me inside of you.” He waited patiently for your reply, sliding his dick up and down against you, coating himself in precum, slick and cum. He loved how ruined you looked beneath him, your teary eyes opening to look at him.

“I want you so fucking bad,” you whimpered, bucking your hips up against his dick. “Can’t stop thinking about how hot you sound and your tits and- fuck!”

Hongjoong groaned as he pushed into you, the sound your wet and filled hole made when he bottomed out inside of you was enough to make Seonghwa swear, his dick twitching.

“Told you she’d be hot all filled up with our cum,” San murmured, kissing at your jaw. Hongjoong paused, pulling off the t-shirt he’d been wearing before he began to thrust into you. His thrusts were sharp, pulling out slowly before he slammed into you again, knocking the breath out of your lungs each time.

“You like my tits, huh?” he teased, watching the way your eyes dragged down his chest, flitting back and forth between his piercings and face. “Is that what you think about when you see us on stage? Are you always this wet when you’re standing front row, thinking about my piercings? Fuck you’re so cute.”

There was no way you were going to be able to cum again, you thought to yourself, legs trembling as Hongjoong held them apart, head falling to the side from how fucked out you were, drool dripping from your lips even when Seonghwa made an effort to wipe it from your face. Hongjoong’s piercing rubbed against your walls, the sensation less obvious than Seonghwa’s row of piercings but still enough to make you whine. Each angled slam of his hips had him pounding into the same spot he’d touched inside of you earlier, the stud of the piercing at the tip of his dick only heightening the blinding pleasure.

“I wanna touch you,” you whimpered, Hongjoong humming in amusement. He stopped his thrusts, gripping your waist and helping you sit up, San pouting a little as he watched you grip onto Hongjoong, arms wrapping around his neck as he began to fuck into you again, your brows drawing together as he began to rub your clit harshly.

“You wanna cum for me one more time, doll?” he asked, grinning when you only whined in response. Your body jolted with each thrust, hands balling into fists as you tried not to be too loud. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good,” you managed to get out, breaking off into a sudden moan when he pressed his thumb into your clit. “I wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum, please, Hongjoong.”

He shushed you, swearing softly as he fucked into you. You could feel San’s lips on your shoulder again, listening to his hushed moans. You grinned momentarily when you realised he was jerking off, your nails digging into Hongjoong’s shoulders. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, the lewd sound of skin on skin and Hongjoong’s dick pushing into your dripping cunt only bringing you closer to the edge.

“Can I cum inside of you, groupie?” he asked, kissing you gently when you nodded. “Good girl.”

You didn’t realise just how close you were until Hongjoong was moaning into your ear, stilling inside of you as one of his hands squeezed your waist. Your hips bucked as Hongjoong rubbed your clit once more, tears spilling from your eyes as he pulled another orgasm from your exhausted body. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, blocked by him between your legs. He squeezed his eyes shut as you clenched around him, the tip of his cock still nestled against that spot inside of you that had you trembling.

You were so caught up in your orgasm that you didn’t notice San cumming on your ass, only aware of how Seonghwa had taken your face into your hands to kiss away the tears that were still rolling down your cheeks.

“We’ve got you, dollface,” he told you, thumbs rubbing circles into your cheekbones. You sniffled, nodding and smiling lazily. It only took a few seconds before San was carefully doing your bra up again, leaning in to kiss your cheek while Hongjoong caught his breath. When Hongjoong pulled out they all paused, watching as their cum leaked out of you, Hongjoong letting out a long sigh.

After watching how the liquid pooled on the table they were back to doting on you, wiping the cum from your inner thighs (Seonghwa wiped San’s cum from your ass too, clicking his tongue at the other in annoyance) and kissing your cheeks frequently. After they got dressed, Seonghwa tried (and failed) to fix your makeup, wiping your cheeks and eyes with makeup remover, apologising that they’d ruined your eyeliner and lipstick. When you responded with a bright smile, he blushed, leaving to get you some water.

“We have some spare merch, what size do you wear?” San asked, gesturing to your dress when you raised an eyebrow in confusion. You noticed that one of the straps had torn by mistake and the other was stretched out now, falling from your shoulder when you tried to pull it back on. When San came back with a t-shirt for you, he tugged on the hem of the dress, smiling a little. “Don’t worry, we can buy you another one.”

Your heartbeat sped up then, wondering just how much longer they planned to let you hang out with them.

“Hey, groupie,” Hongjoong called, smiling when he saw you glance quickly at his still bare chest, fiddling with your fingers as you stayed sat on the table, not entirely trusting your legs enough to get up. When you responded only with a hum, he made his way over to you, one hand rubbing your knee fondly. “Does anything hurt? I could go out and get you new underwear if you need it.”

You shook your head, pressing your lips together into a bashful smile.

“Since when are you so shy?” he teased, laughing when you reached out to hold his hand. “Y’know, we could always-”

“It’s her!” a loud voice interrupted him, the door having opened to reveal the rest of the band members. The voice belonged to Mingi, who ran over to you with a bright grin, quickly followed by Yeosang and Wooyoung.

“Ah, you’re so pretty,” Wooyoung told you, dropping the bags of food he was holding to throw himself at you in a hug. “I can’t believe you came to all of our shows.”

You grinned as you hugged back, not noticing the way Yeosang narrowed his eyes at you.

“Hey, what happened to your makeup?” he asked, reaching out to touch your cheek. San laughed when he saw how your eyes widened. Jongho frowned as he stood still in the doorway, being the only one who hadn’t come inside yet.

“It smells like-”

“Go say hi!” Seonghwa yelled at him, cutting off the rest of his sentence. “She waited three months to see us, don’t make her wait.”

The rest of the boys rolled their eyes, asking you questions and drinking in all of your compliments and praise with wide smiles. When you took the keychains you’d made them out of your backpack they all cheered, Hongjoong pressing a kiss to the side of your head, not unnoticed by the other boys.

“You’re coming back with us, right?” Wooyoung asked, twirling his keychain around his finger. You looked up at him quizzically, responding only with a quiet ‘huh?’. “We’re playing another show back home, just for friends.”

“It wouldn’t really be a show without you there,” Jongho murmured absentmindedly, already having sat down to eat. You stared between them, finding Seonghwa and Jongho watching you patiently. You opened your mouth and closed it again, smiling when San handed you a take-out container and some plastic cutlery.

“I guess- I guess I am,” you said, trying to hide your grin.

“As expected from our front row angel,” Hongjoong said, nudging you gently. You nodded, your face burning when he and San suddenly said ‘good girl’ at the same time.

The rest of the boys groaned loudly, your cheeks aching from how widely you were smiling. Front row angel. You could get used to that.