he should be asleep, he knows that.

jisung’s muscles ache like he’s ran a marathon—not a horrible analogy when taking into consideration the ungodly amount of dashing across the stage he did tonight. he always over does it, but he can never seem to do any less. he likes the ache, the way his right hand twitches slightly from how tight he has to hold his mic. likes hearing his beats blasting through his in ears. but what does he like more than anything?

his audience.

the cheering, the familiar syllables of his name echoing through stadiums, the way the fans fucking scream.

he really can’t help it, the way it seeps into his veins and pushes him throughout the rest of their stage. jesus christ, it just feels so fucking good. it’s moments like that when he gets it, gets why people like being in the spotlight.

jisung’s never usually one to be fully confident in his body—cheeks to big, never quite lean like felix, never enough muscle to rival changbin—but hearing the cheers and the chants make him feel like someone else. it leaves him bouncing off the walls with unbridled charisma and an ego bigger than chans (if that’s even possible).

and once the group takes their leave from the stage, ushered into the green room by staff? that shit sticks with him for hours.

so much so that he can reminisce on it with ease later in the solitude of his hotel room, hand shoved down the front of his boxers as his wrists burns with that same ache the rest of his body shares. he’s came once already, but that just serves to make the glide easier, the feeling richer with each stroke of his palm. his nerves are alight, never having fully cooled after the performance he’d given.

if only stay knew… what would they say? would the label him a freak? some stupid horny perv who gets off under what he can only describe unconditional praise?

his hips buck into his hands at the same time a moan falls half choked from his plush lips.

fuck, he’s gonna come again. jisung lets his grip tighten around the base of his dick in semi-desperate attempt to stall the inevitable.

he can still hear it, the way they’d screamed when he’d teased the barest peak of his abdomen, flashing that pretty tattoo on display before letting his shirt fall back into place. he can hear it, and he’s so close, so fucking close to—

riiiing

jisung’s entire body locks up, frozen.

riiiing

who in the hell is calling him at this hour??

riiiing

with the hand not currently painted white and sticky with the aftermath of his previous release, jisung reaches a shaky hand out to where his phone is buzzing on the nightstand.

riiiing

…..

your name slips so easily off his tongue when he sees it lighting up his screen. something about the familiarity of it sends his hips stuttering into the tight fist of his hand.

he should press that little red button at the bottom of his screen, or at the very least toss his phone to some forgotten place on the mattress and let it ring out. it’s late anyways, you’d just take it as him being asleep and carry on with your evening. his fingers twitch around his cock as his thumb hovers over the ‘accept’ button.

bottom lip caught between his teeth, jisung’s already slush of a brain seems to melt even more. honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if his brain slowly started seeping out of his ears, leaving him nothing but a stupid horny mess with no purpose other than—

“holy shit, sungie! do you even *know* how good of a performer you are?!”

jisung blinks once, twice. his thumb must’ve slipped. fuck. he should just end the call now and talk his way out of this when he doesn’t actively have his hand down his pants, but somehow the words “…ya think so?” is tumbling out of his mouth instead.

the question is small, timid almost. shy in a way that doesn’t at all match his current predicament. people on the internet did always mention how striking his duality was, maybe they were right.

he can vaguely make out what sounds like a scoff on your end of the line before you’re hoping back into your own flavor of praise.

“what the fuck do you mean ‘do you think so’? we’ve talked about the whole fishing for compliments thing, ji,” a moment of silence. jisung swallows so hard it feels like his throat is constricting. “…if i wasn’t so awestruck i would hang up on you and toss my compliments at the wall instead. you’re lucky you’re performance was so good, because seriously, ji, how the fuck do you even do that?”

your words go on and on, but they all started fading together whenever his hand started its drag again, the movement being slower now, more tentative. your voice is a beautiful drone in the background of his pleasure, not dissimilar to how the crowd had buzzed during his rap chorus. he manages to pick up a few things though, it’s so fucking hot when you get really in the moment and watching move on stage like that is actually insane, ji are some of his favorites.

he offers no response to your praise, to preoccupied with digging his thumb into the head of his cock and letting out a breathy sound he prays passes as a hum of acknowledgement.

the next time he tunes into your awe filled ramblings, he almost regrets it.

“you really are incredible, jisung. my little rockstar.”

where as everything previous had taken the path to his head, inflating his ego to no bounds, that comment went straight to his dick. he can’t help it this time, the whiny moan that forces it’s way from his throat as his hips force themselves forward into his fist. he doesn’t even think about it, what little filter remained being thrown to god knows were as he chases his peak.

rockstar. my rockstar.

he was so busy letting that name spin in his head like a broken record that he couldn’t even be bothered to register the way your voice had trailed off, letting his little gasps and shattered breaths echo on the otherwise quite line without a second thought.

“…jisung?”

oh. oh fuck.

jisung scrambles for his phone with his free hand, the device long having been laid beside his pillow so the sweet tune of your voice could feed straight into his ear.

“fuck. sorry about that- i, uh, stubbed my toe.” if his other hand hadn’t been pumping down his length with reckless abandon, he’d have half the mind to slap himself upside the head. “i’m gonna like, go now. bye!” he hangs up before you can get another word in.

and that’s how he reaches his second release of the night—head tilted back into the pillows with his phone clutched in one hand and his dick in the other, thumb and forefinger pinching hard under the head as he spills yet another load into his boxers.

oh, and your name on his lips, of course.

because he’s yours after all, isn’t he? you’d said it yourself in full confidence. he’s your little rockstar, so it only feels right to sing a sweet call of your name as he simmers in pleasure and fading adrenaline.

[a/n 2]: are we so back or what??!? what do we think??? im assuming my writing will get better over time, cuz it’s a muscle in my brain that i havent worked in a good long while, but i’m sure it’ll get better guys trust 🙏🙏 i really do hope you enjoyed, and to my darling 🪼 anon: i hope you enjoyed my attempt to bringing your request to life :D

“Baby, can you leave?” you huffed into the phone.

“Not yet. What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Pent up, can’t cum. I keep getting close but….” You trailed off with a whine, fingers moving frantically.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he teased, though you could hear his desire. “I can’t get out of here yet though. Contract…. Baby, do you trust me?”

“Course I do.”

“Good girl. I’m gonna make a call, you wait right there.” You let your phone drop as he hung up.

You really hoped he was calling someone to get out of his contracted time. You’d come with him to Paris for fashion week and the associated events like tonight’s. You didn’t really care what you were doing, just that you got to spend more time with your man and that he looked so good while you were together. You’d even been dressed in Dior for yesterday’s event. But tonight you’d been people’d out, not wanting to attend another party with more people you didn’t know. He’d understood and so you’d stayed behind in the hotel room while he went downstairs to the event space in the hotel where tonight’s festivities were happening. But then pictures of him had begun appearing online from tonight’s event and well, you just couldn’t help yourself.

The problem was, now you couldn’t actually get off. You’d been teetering at the edge of an orgasm for a stupidly long time, too frustrated to actually give up knowing you were too edgy to get any rest. If you’d brought one of your vibrators this wouldn’t have been an issue, but it’s not like you thought you were going to need one.

Then the door to your hotel room opened. Hopeful, you leaned up, but it was Chan with his phone in hand. In your current state, you’d forgotten he was also in Paris for similar reasons. You scrambled for the blanket when Hyunjin’s voice rang out from Chan’s phone.

“Don’t baby. He’s here to help.”

“Hyune?”

“It’s me.” Chan turned his phone so you could see your boyfriend on video call. “You’ll let Channie help you out, right?” It was something the two of you had talked about many times – bringing Chan into your bedroom. You’d just always kinda assumed Hyunjin would be in the room too. But one look at Chan – blown pupils, color rising in his cheeks, cock already tenting his sweatpants – and you couldn’t stop the whine that tore out of you. “That’s it, sweet girl.”

The pride in Hyunjin’s voice had you clenching around nothing as Chan moved closer, fingers trailing from your ankle, to your inner thigh. He set his phone against the lamp on the bedside table, making sure the camera was facing the two of you and that you could see Hyunjin.

“Okay?” he asked softly, both men chuckling as you nodded frantically. Chan lifted your soaked fingers in his left hand to suck them clean while the fingers of his right moved swiftly to replace yours. You cried out at his touch – fingers thicker than your boyfriend’s, touch slightly hesitant. “Beautiful,” he grinned after taking your fingers out of his mouth and pressing your hand to his chest.

“Just wait until she cums. She’s gorgeous.” You could feel that elusive edge getting closer while Chan hovered over you, fingers reaching deeper than you could on your own, thrusts steadier and more powerful than your own. He added his thumb against your clit and – finally – you broke, fingers twisting in his tank top, back arching, cunt clenching as you finally tumbled over that edge. “Good girl,” Hyune praised from the phone. “Look at you, sweetheart. So good for Channie, hm?”

You sagged against the bed as Chan’s fingers slowed and he gently pulled out of you. “Gorgeous,” he said with a dimpled grin.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” you turned to Chan’s phone and your boyfriend’s face.

“I think it’s only fair since Channie helped you get off that you help him too, huh? That you let him use that pretty body to get off.”

“Would you like that, Hyune? Like the idea of one of your best friend using me while you’re stuck at your boring fashion party? Pounding in my cunt? Would you like it if I let him cum inside me?” He groaned, head dropping forward. You chuckled, “Okay, baby. You have fun.” You reached over and hung up the video call before he could respond.

Then Chan was on you. He leaned over you, a hand on either side of your head, caging you against your hotel bed. “You sure?” he asked, voice soft.

“Absolutely,” you said with a grin, reaching forward to smooth your hands up under his black tank top.

You and Hyunjin had talked about it many times, usually when he was balls deep inside you, wondering how Chan would fuck either or both of you. You were a little well, not quite disappointed but close enough, that you were going to learn that answer without Hyunjin. Not that that was enough to stop you.

The tank top was off and thrown somewhere in the room, then Chan was sliding a hand around the back of your head, hauling you up, and kissing you like he had a right to claim you. You clutched at his shoulders, giving yourself over to him, desperate despite your recent orgasm.

While his lips trailed down your neck, your hands trailed down his chest, lightly scratching just to feel him hiss against your skin. Bracing a hand on his chest, you pushed just a little and he immediately backed off. Which sent twin bolts of lust and affection through you. You didn’t give him a chance to ask what was wrong before you were scrambling off the bed, kneeling between it and him.

He groaned above you, one hand dropping to the top of your head before sliding into your hair. His sweatpants came off quickly, the band catching just slightly on his hard cock, before you had them pushed to his ankles. The lack of any kind of underwear didn’t surprise you.

He wasn’t as long as Hyunjin, but was definitely thicker. You couldn’t wait to taste him. You opened your mouth wide as his free hand came down and wrapped around the base of his cock. He groaned lightly, seeing the almost-desperate way you were looking up at him with your tongue lolled out, not-actually-patiently waiting for him. He tapped the head of the cock against your tongue a couple times, teasing you with the barest taste of him, before slowly sliding into your waiting mouth. He hesitated when you gagged a little as his head scraped against the roof of your mouth, but you just relaxed further onto your heels, breathing slowly through your nose as you worked to calm your gag reflex.

“Goddamn, baby,” Chan huffed out, holding still for a few seconds once your nose was pressed against his pelvis. Carefully, trying not to trigger your gag reflex again, Chan pulled out of your mouth and built to a steady, easy rhythm. His now free hand came down to cup your jaw, both hands holding your head steady as he used your mouth. You relaxed fully and let him, more turned on than you’d ever be able to express as this man who wasn’t your boyfriend used you so perfectly, your moans muffled by his cock.

Unexpectedly, he stopped moving, balls pressed against your chin and leaned to the side, pushing you back slightly as he did, before straightening you both up with his phone in his hand. “Hyune deserves to see how pretty you look, don’t you think?” You couldn’t actually answer with his cock buried in your throat, but he must’ve seen your agreement in your eyes because he snapped a photo and, presumably, sent it to your boyfriend.

You knew he took a few more photos and sent them, but couldn’t be bothered to care. Besides, Hyunjin took photos of the two of you all the time, and you knew he’d love these ones from Chan – eyes teary, face reddening a little, Chan’s hand buried in your hair.

You could feel Chan getting closer in the way he twitched in your mouth and in the way his thrusts started to lose rhythm. You hollowed your cheeks, pressing your tongue tight against the underside of his cock, moaning around him when his grip on your hair tightened.

With no warning, he yanked out of your mouth and stroked himself over you once – twice – and spilled all over your tits with a moan. Your chest heaved as you worked to catch your breath and he took a short video clip. He hauled you up onto his lap as he dropped onto the hotel bed and you watched the text he sent your boyfriend. Thought she’d look amazing covered in my cum. I was right.

You chuckled breathlessly, tucking yourself against his chest, head on his shoulder. You were caught between relaxing and wanting more – still incredibly turned on but Chan’s fingers were rubbing soothing circles against your low back. You almost didn’t care which he decided on.

Then he gripped your thighs and tossed you back onto the bed, swiftly moving to hover over you. “Think he’d mind if I mark you up a little?” he asked, voice low, nose trailing up the side of your neck near your ear.

“Please,” you demanded, threading your fingers into the hair on the back of his head and hooking one foot behind his thigh. He chuckled low, breath hot against your neck. He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses down the line of your throat before stopping where your neck and shoulder met and sinking his teeth into the sensitive flesh there. He echoed your moan before continuing down your body, leaving a haphazard trail of love bites as he went.

You hadn’t been paying attention to his phone until you saw him holding it up and snapping a quick picture of the marks he’d left behind. Then he settled himself between your thighs, dropping the phone beside you and hooking your thighs over his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you groaned out, hand shooting back to his hair as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your core. You felt him chuckle against you. You scrambled for the phone, managing to snap a picture of Chan looking up at you as he licked a stripe over you. He paused just long enough for you to send it before diving in, eating you out with a single-minded focus, phone dropped and completely forgotten.

His lips and tongue were confident, but exploratory. Teasing licks to see what you respond to, mouth covering as much of your cunt as he physically could just to see the way you arched into his touch. You crossed your ankles behind his back, his fingers digging into your upper thighs, and gave yourself over to the feeling of his mouth and tongue.

The tip of his tongue flicked over your clit, then he shifted so he could fuck his tongue into you while his nose rubbed against your clit. He turned his head slightly and bit your upper thigh gently, sucking another bruise against your skin, then turned back and sucked your clit into mouth.

He kept going, giving you just enough to build you up, only to change it up when he decided you were getting to close to another orgasm. At the same time, he seemed to be fueled by every little sound he pulled from you. You could feel his muscles bunching in his back with each moan or whine.

“Tease,” you whined out finally, digging your heels into his back.

He chuckled against you. “Can’t help it. Sound so pretty for me. Like to take you to the recording studio and use your sounds in our next track. Think he’d let me?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer, sucking your clit back into his mouth and pressing his tongue against the sensitive little nub.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping hard enough to have him moaning against you as he finally fully focused on making you cum, tongue flicking over your clit and building you higher and higher until finally you crested over that edge, whining out his name and squeezing your thighs around his head.

Chan didn’t give you time to get your breath back. He practically shot up from between your thighs, claiming your lips in a rough kiss, while hooking one of your legs over his hip. You felt his hand not on your thigh moving around, but were too busy fighting for some semblance of your own sanity to figure out what he was doing. Then, just as quickly, he pulled away, leaving you more breathless than you’d been.

He grinned at you, that sweet, dimple grin that was completely at odds with the current situation and the things he’d just done to your body. And you saw that he once again held his phone. He hitched your leg a little better on his hip, forcing you to tilt your hips, until he was lined up perfectly. Camera focused on, you assumed, your pussy, he slid into you nice and slow, making sure you felt every inch of him stretching you out. You moaned, head arching back, hearing his echoed moan.

Pausing to let you adjust, he sent whatever photo or video he just took, and tossed the phone beside you again.

“Look at you,” he muttered, voice soft and almost sweet as he rubbed a hand over your hip. “Stretched out and taking my cock so well, aren’t you baby?” You moaned at the praise, digging your heel into his thigh. “Oh, are you ready, hm?” he teased, though you could see by the look in his eyes that his own control was fraying. So rather than respond verbally, you rolled your hips against him. “Fuck,” he moaned, head dropping forward for just a second.

Then he grabbed you by the thighs, keeping your legs spread wide, pulled out steadily and slammed back in. He built a steady rhythm, eyes wandering from your face contorted in pleasure with your mouth hanging open with every little pleasure-filled sound being pulled from your lungs, your tits and the love bites scattered over your neck and chest, to the place where the two of you were joined.

One hand twisted into the sheets beside you, you reached up for him and were more than pleased when he immediately leaned down, claiming your lips in a sloppy kiss. You grinned internally at the moan against your lips when you tangled your fingers back into his hair and tugged.

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered against your lips, before pulling away and planting his hands on either side of your waist. Again, you pressed your heel to the back of his thigh. “I am not a horse,” he huffed out, though he did quickly get back to the pace he’d had before kissing you, hips snapping into yours.

It took you a second, but then you responded, “But you’d look so pretty with me riding you.”

“Oh god,” his head dropped back with a moan, just as you heard the hotel door open.

“They let you go,” you huffed out, gaze locked on your boyfriend as he stepped fully into the room. Chan startled slightly. He hadn’t heard the other man come in and didn’t have your view to see him.

“Apparently, I looked ‘rough’,” he said with finger quotes as he tugged at his expensive clothes. “Probably something to do with every new notification I got.” The words may have been meant to scold, but the tone and look in his eyes was desperation.

Chan shifted onto his heels, gripping your hips and pulling you into his lap so your back arched further. “Perfect. God, look at you pretty girl.” You moaned in response, his cock hitting deeper now as he fucked up into you.

“Yeah you are,” Hyunjin stepped up behind him. “You look so good taking Channie’s cock, baby girl.” He reached down, thumb flicking over your clit just enough to have your hips bucking, before sliding up your belly. “And his text was so right. Your tits look so good covered in his cum.” You grin dissolved into a moan as Hyunjin pinched at your nipples, completely uncaring about the cum now on his fingers. Or – you groaned as you watched him lift his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, a sounded echoed by Chan.

Hyunjin stepped up to the side of the bed and, without needing a word, you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out over your teeth. “Good girl,” he grinned down at you, hand slipping under the back of your head to hold you the way he wanted as he slid his head against your tongue, groaning at the feeling before sinking into your mouth. You took as much of him as you possibly could in the position you were in. Not that you had much choice with your boyfriend holding your head securely and Chan still holding your hips in his lap as he pounded into you.

You reveled in it, loving to give up control to two men you trusted so much. You groaned low, eyes rolling back as they built a rhythm together, alternating their thrusts.

Then Chan shifted and you tried to peer down your body at him. You couldn’t really see him with the way Hyunjin had your head shifted, but you didn’t need to as, a few seconds after he wrapped your legs around his waist, he was leaning over you. He pressed his lips to your bottom lip, but it wasn’t a kiss he was after – not really. It was difficult to describe, like he was trying to kiss you and lick Hyunjin’s cock at the same time. You didn’t care, especially not with the low whine his actions elicited from your boyfriend, so you stopped trying to keep track of what he was doing.

You could tell Hyunjin was edging himself, could tell he was actively trying not to cum just yet. And you could figure the reason why. You knew how much he loved both edging himself and waiting until you came before he did. His free hand slid down your chest, fingers rolling your nipple between them before tugging it lightly and pulling a high pitched whine from you that the two of them could just hear, despite your mouth being thoroughly occupied.

You knew how long he’d been hard, knew he needed a release that you and Chan had both already gotten, and – perhaps most importantly – knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. You looked up, seeking his eyes to find them already on yours. Then you moved your tongue, letting your teeth scrap over the side of his cock when he pulled out. With a sound that was half-whimper, half-groan, his hand tightened in your hair, eyes going glassy, as his cock twitched and flooded your mouth.

The second he pulled away, before you could swallow it all, Chan’s tongue was in your mouth, lips sealed over yours. Fingers were on your clit – Hyunjin’s you had to assume – and you lost the ability to track anything for just a moment as your back arched and your orgasm washed through you.

“Fuck,” Chan moaned against your jaw, hips still pistoning into you. “Feel so good when you cum ‘round me.”

Hyunjin’s fingers hadn’t left your clit, still rubbing the sensitive little nub and chuckling when your thighs started to twitch around Chan’s hips.

“Hyune, too much,” you whined through the overstimulation.

“Mm, feels incredible,” Chan countered, sliding one hand under your low back to hold you still arched and planting the other hand on the mattress beside you to prop himself up. Hyunjin’s fingers stayed on your clit, pushing you deeper into the overstimulation, until Chan’s hips stopped, pressing as deep into your cunt as he physically could, twitching violently as he came hard.

He collapsed beside you after only a moment, taking one of your legs with him and leaving you spread wide, as if open for your boyfriend’s inspection. Which is exactly what it felt like when Hyunjin took his place between your legs. He had his own phone in hand – and when had he had time to get that? – and was taking a video of his fingers teasing through your cum-soaked cunt.

“Look at you, sweet girl,” he muttered in that voice that always had you whimpering – the one that said he was not going to hold back from wrecking you even though you were already ruined for the night. “All messy with another man’s cum,” his fingers just barely dipped inside you and you were left to wonder why you already felt so wrecked when the two of you had gone for hours together many times before. Maybe it was the unintentional edging from earlier. “Look so pretty all used by Channie. But I bet you’ve got another in you for me, don’t you sweetheart?”

You nodded, despite the way your whole body felt like pudding and were rewarded with his blinding smile before he leaned down and captured your lips with his. Just as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you felt his cock press into you. You fought to close your legs around him, but Chan still had one of your legs in his grip, holding you open.

You started to care, almost said something when Hyunjin moved away from your lips. But then he noticed and groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Look at you, sweet girl. Held open for me. Didn’t even need to bring ropes, did we?”

Beside you, Chan moaned, grip tightening on your thigh. “Ropes?” he leaned in, nose ghosting over your neck. “You let him tie you up?” You could only nod, trying and failing to get words out around the constant moans Hyunjin was pulling from you. “Fuck, I gotta see that.”

“Painted her before.” Hyunjin huffed out. “Pics too.”

Chan moaned against your neck where he’d started peppering kisses along your sweaty skin. “’Course you have. Know how much you like seeing her….” He trailed off, sucking a new bruise just under your collar bone.

“Look so pretty covered in Channie’s marks, baby. Gonna make him leave new ones when we get home so I can paint ‘em.” That pulled matching moans from you and Chan. You knew – had known the whole time – that this wouldn’t be just a one-time thing. But now Chan was sure of it too.

Despite the fact that he’d just cum, you could see the effect talking about your sex lives was having on Hyunjin. You could see how close to that edge he was getting already, could feel it in the almost-desperate way his thumb found your clit, rubbing firm circles to make sure you came first. And it was more evident when he looked away from you, tipping his head back.

You took the opportunity and grabbed Chan’s arm. “Hm?”

With your free hand, you tapped the front of your own neck and gestured to Hyunjin so he wouldn’t hear you. Chan, thankfully, caught on immediately. He scrambled up behind your boyfriend, peering down at you over his shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around the front of his neck.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened almost comically wide as his orgasm surprised him and he leaned unintentionally into Chan’s hold around his neck and pressed his thumb hard against your clit, pushing you over the edge too.

When you came back to yourself, they were laying on either side of you, both breathing hard. You didn’t have the energy to move, so you didn’t despite the desire to curl into one of them.

“Next time,” Chan huffed out from beside you, “I’m fucking you too,” he reached across you to grip Hyunjin’s hip.

“You’d better,” Hyunjin retorted.