a show for the closest
band leader!chan x drummer!reader
warnings: everything that a band lifestyle implies aka partying, drinking, depiction of drug use (we don’t approve of it, it’s for the sake of a fictional story ok, don’t do it irl, also idk how they work so if it’s not accurate you gotta forgive me). reckless unhealthy behaviors, unprotected piv while high. also, beware there’s a lot of exhibitionism and public stuff. it’s a pwp
the adrenaline of the stage is something you’re sure is a far worse addiction than that line of coke you’re snorting up with chris after the show. he sharply inhales it in and almost coughs, you assume from the intense burning and itching on the inside of his nose and throat. you follow your own white line and wince. it’s never a pleasant process but the instant kick washes over you in a second, so you’re well distracted.
you’re in the dressing room with all the band members, chilling out after your gig, unwinding and just having a fun time. jeongin and seungmin prefer alcohol, so they stick to gin or whatever it is on the rocks in their glasses. felix, your bass guitarist, rolls up a thick blunt of weed and lights it up, sitting right next to you — you catch his reflection in the mirror.
when the buzzing warmth fills up your entire body and settles somewhere deep in the fabric of your organs, your entire being feels at peace. chris smiles at you with the same knowing smirk because he’s feeling the exact same thing, he also knows very well that this particular dosage has the lovey dovey side effect, which is mostly why the two of you prefer it over everything else. it just feels nicer to kiss and touch. everything's softer, warmer, more welcoming and friendly, loving almost.
you reach for chris’s lips on instinct and a mere moment later he’s kissing you back with that chemical-y taste on his tongue. or the taste's in your own mouth, you can’t really tell anymore.
it’s stuffy and hot in the confined space of a small dressing room packed with five people but you can’t bring yourself to care. to make the heat less suffocating, you take off the first layer of your clothes, now only covered up with a cropped top that truly doesn’t hide much. you’re still hot, and it’s probably because you’re burning from the inside but the freedom of movement is nice, the clothes finally less annoying on your overly sensitive body.
the kiss lasts a while and time itself feels slower, thicker and less meaningful. the way your lips are moving against each other — it’s filthy and deep, all saliva and wet sounds that only make it more lewd. chris’s mouth is warm, welcoming and familiar. grounding after the deafening performance and the overwhelming vibrations of the drums.
“ew, guys, you might as well fuck right here or somethin',” seungmin interrupts with a grimace of utter disgust while sipping on his gin next to an already noticeably tipsy jeongin on a tiny sofa in the corner of the room.
it’s not unusual you’re intimate with chris in front of your members. if anything, they should be used to it by now because shameless kissing and butt slapping (that goes both ways) are just as regular in your routine as having breakfast. multiple times lix and seungmin gave you very telling glances after the two of you indulged in your sex life right on the tour bus, basically next to them since the only thing separating your bunk bed and theirs was a useless, definitely not soundproof curtain.
seungmin’s comment was meant to shame you and make you stop or at least slow the fuck down a little but, judging by chris’s daring grin, it had a polar opposite effect. you don’t think much of it, assuming boys being boys, winding each other up as they do, but chris’s implying gaze lingers, and you raise your eyebrows.
“what? no,” you shake your head in complete rejection of the idea, even though your body reacts to the thought immediately.
“why not, baby? they’ve already heard it, why not give them a show? maybe they can learn a thing or two,” chris laughs quietly and glances at seungmin, hinting that someone isn’t getting laid for a reason.
“oh, please, i’d rather watch flies fuck on my dinner plate than you two.” he huffs and rolls his eyes to hide the slight embarrassment, clearly regretting he’d said anything at all.
“that’s exactly your problem,” chris notes as he makes his way down to your collarbones and starts kissing and sucking on the exposed skin. you notice you’re barely breathing.
“i wouldn’t mind a show,” felix says quietly as he’s taking another hit, obviously less shy and more loosened up by now which makes you blink a few times with a little huh? to make sure you heard it right. your innocent, pure felix casually disclosing his voyeurism like that?
there’s too much going on, and you can’t concentrate on shit. especially not when chris is touching you the way he knows you like.
“are you for real? do you wanna-... ?” you address him looking down as he’s already nose deep in your tits, hands grabbing at your waist.
chris graces you with a confident nonchalant m-hm and looks up for a split second, pupils blown to the size of a coin, cheeks and lips flushed red from the high and the thrill, and it gives you all the reassurance you needed as you’re no longer forced to ignore the tingles in your lower stomach for the sake of decency or courtesy you and chris are clearly lacking.
“guys, no, i made a joke,” seungmin protests watching things unfold and almost jumps from his seat only to be met with a calm “then laugh, seungmo” out of chris’s mouth.
dirty.
he unbuckles his belt with no hesitation and manhandles you easily into the most reasonable position: bent over the table and almost pressed against a mirror, forced to not only watch yourself get railed but also observe everyone else’s reaction to the show.
you really don’t mind. everything kinda swims, your vision is overly saturated but blurrier than normal, you’re all feelings and needs. will probably be embarrassed about it tomorrow but tomorrow is yet to come, and what matters to you is now, and now only.
the ability to focus isn’t lost but certainly changed by your high. everything feels different yet the same. same arousal, same familiar hands on you, same wetness in your underwear but everything is heightened, narrowed into tunnel vision leaving every other distraction unnoticed and meaningless. you barely register that the members are looking at you, or rather, you do but it doesn’t make you shy or ashamed. it just makes you smug.
“hey, i’m not actually a baby, i’m of age, ‘kay?” jeongin objects as seungmin is trying to cover his eyes with his hand like a parent during a spicy scene in a movie the entire family is watching.
felix seems unbothered and pleased, staring with unmasked curiosity as chris is sliding your shorts down and undoes his own pants.
“you’re sick,” seungmin utters in defeat, falling back onto the couch and sighing. still watching, though.
chris caresses you and plays with your folds a little, takes his time with the foreplay, the performance; his other hand is pressing down onto your back to keep you pinned to the table. he looks good doing it. maneuvering you the way he likes, keeping you where he needs you, taking what’s his any time and place he pleases. felix shifts in his chair puffing out the smoke from his blunt, mesmerized by how easily control and leadership comes to his hyung. you feel the air of the room touching your bare skin, even your clit pulsates at the subtle sensation, already swollen and aching to be touched. chris lines himself up with your entrance and teases with his tip, barely moving and sliding in just an inch and back only to make you jerk your hips and ask him for more. through a mirror reflection he catches his members silent and frozen, eyes locked on him, on the two of you.
you lazily try to put yourself up on your elbows and look over your shoulder, hissing at chris:
“fucking move.”
he hums in response and gets a better grip on your ass to then force himself all the way in and kiss your cervix with the head of his leaky cock. it’s heavy and hot inside you, slippery, dripping precum. the sigh of relief leaves your mouth, and you lay back on your chest, relaxing into the table and giving the green light to pound into you as hard as he wants.
chris groans at your compliance and gives your asscheek a loud slap, thrusting deep and fast like he does when you’re having a quickie. the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, and the air feels electrified, completely reeking with the smell of sex in a matter of seconds.
jeongin watches in awe and doesn’t seem to notice that his mouth fell open, while seungmin nervously hides his face in his glass, even though his eyes are boring into the scene of chris’s dick taking ownership over your cunt. felix looks reserved and almost indifferent, the only thing giving him away is the hardening boner that is now beyond visible through the fabric of his jeans. he doesn’t seem to want to do anything about it, just enjoying the moment and relaxing after a long tiring gig. feels almost casual. as if it’s not the most outrageous and perverted thing ever to watch your leader fuck your bandmate close up.
although you're totally content with mindless pounding, besides, apparently, being an exhibitionist, chris is also a forever gentleman, so, seeing how fucked out and barely there you are, he decided to treat you to an orgasm and do all the work himself.
"see, seungmo? it's not enough to just put it in to get a girl cummin'. you gotta make some effort too," chris explains as if he's teaching a class and giving out a lecture, demonstrating and putting his theory to practice as he speaks. seungmin probably does know, he's watched porn and had hookups, he's a grown guy, but chris just can't help his desire to tease him further.
as soon as chris's skillful fingers find your clit and draw a wide circle you almost wake up, getting taken out of the hazy foggy high back into some sense of reality.
"there you go, baby," he whispers and nods, setting a nice pace harmonized with his own thrusts. he's done that numerous times, he knows how to work you just as well as he knows his own guitar. knows what string to pull and what chord to press to make that sweet sweet music.
"ngh-aah, fuck, 'm close," you mewl under your breath as your body is starting to tense up in anticipation. that's the music he enjoys.
the euphoric release hits in a matter of minutes, and chris follows right behind you, too worked up by the view and by the fact that his bandmates are still in the room to hold it off any longer. his hot sticky cum spills all over your ass, and it feels good. soothing almost. familiar.
as chris cleans you both with wet wipes and helps you up, making the two of you look decent again, if that's possible at all after what just happened, lix speaks up and utters a raspy "i need some air" before rushing out of the dressing room.
"you guys are fucking shameless," seungmin concludes and lightly taps on jeongin's jaw, signaling that it's about time to close his mouth now.
chris simply shrugs his shoulders and takes a seat on the other sofa, pulling you onto his lap and soothingly, calmingly rubbing the small of your back which pushes you further into a satisfied nap on his chest.
