thinking about idol!fem!reader x idol!harua being in a secret relationship and having a quickie backstage during a music bank show or whatever (he was looking way too fine in that performance wearing that blue hood & white beanie! 🤭)
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Warnings: bathroom sex, NEW JEANS as side characters as well as &TEAM, unprotected sex, creampie, ass spanking, slight hair pulling, slight rough sex i guessss?, dom!harua
A/n: ugh I went to go watch it back, and Lord the unspeakable things I would do to that man 😵💫... Also, I tried finding artists that performed that day but found none close to his age so let's pretend y/n is a part of NJS and that NJS was there 😙. didn’t know what to name this as well :’)
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You were so glad you guys performed first. With the way your boyfriend looked in his outfit, you don’t think you’d be able to function.
“Can you quit eye fucking him for a moment it’s gross,” Hanni whispered harshly in your ear, making sure to cover her mouth with her hands to avoid any cameras picking up on her.
“Hanni,” You whine softly, a frown slightly showing on your face. You cover your mouth with the blanket you have on your lap that’s covering your exposed legs, due to the stylists putting you all in uncomfortably matching short skirts, and leaning closer to her. “He looks so good.”
“You’re so gross,” Danielle laughs while covering her mouth as she leans into the both of you. “Seriously, I’m with Hanni on this one, I’m starting to think YOU belong in the group of wolves instead of him. It looks like you want to eat him.”
You let out a small scoff as you glance at her before softly elbowing her in the rib making her whisper an “Ow!”
You were upset that they were probably right, your eyes only focused on Harua as he smoothly moved around the stage, glancing in your direction now and then when he was not singing. Your thighs squeezed together, your eyes looking him up and down as you kept a small smile on your face like everyone else. Making it seem like you were just supporting a fellow group.
“God the eye-rolling-“
“Y/n!” Hanni hissed out as a warning looking at you with a glare.
“I was joking,” You say through gritted teeth as you continue smiling. “Calm down.”
Their song came to an end, the crowd of fans erupting in louder cheers as the screens focused on Taki for his ending fairy. Your eyes moved to the screen to get a better look, thankfully in time to see the beginning of Harua’s.
His eyes pierced through the screen, his lip slightly lifting as if he was growling and a hand coming up to make a clawed hand. You watch in awe as he quickly switches back to his piercing glare, thinking in your head the stylists and makeup artists needed a raise for making your boyfriend so look fuckable.
They leave the stage as the screen changes to something you weren’t paying attention to. You space off, thinking of your boyfriend and how incredibly hot he looked. Just then your phone vibrated in your lap scaring you, quickly recovering and checking your screen under the blanket.
A message notification from Harua lightened your screen reading, “Come backstage. Need you so bad.”
You bit your lip slightly, letting out a shaky sigh as you swipe it off your screen and stand up.
“If anyone asks I’m cramping in the restroom,” You tell Minji and Hanni quickly, as you hold your stomach for show.
“Don’t tell me,” Hanni grimaces, not finishing her sentence but hoping you would catch on.
“Yep.” You say with a wink as you look at Minji with raised brows.
“You better not get caught,” She warns you with a stern look. “But go.”
You give them a thumbs up, feigning slight pain while holding where your stomach and hips meet for the cameras around. You walk backstage, thanking that the bathrooms for KBS were in the back as well.
Your phone lights up again after you shut the door behind you, standing still in the hall as you look at your phone.
“Very last bathroom on the left, knock 3 times.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked further on the wall and turned to where the bathrooms were.
You knock 3 times on the door, waiting for a response before it quickly swings open revealing a desperate Harua.
“Hi,” He says quickly pulling you in and shutting the door behind you. He locks it and quickly jiggles it to see if it’d open, turning to you when it doesn’t. “I need you now.”
He quickly wraps his arm around your waist pulling you closer and smashing his lips onto yours, his desperation noticeable with the way he messily kissed you. His bulge pressing against your crotch as he begins to harshly grind on you.
“I want to take my time with you,” He starts, pulling away from the kiss before he turns you over, bending you over the sink and in front of the mirror. “But we have to make it quick, I promise to make it up to you later.”
You gasp in surprise as he swiftly pulls your safety shorts and underwear down in one go, making you step one foot out so you can spread your legs.
“I fucking love your perverted stylists,” He groans giving your ass a harsh smack and biting his lip. “You look so fucking good in this tiny ass skirt of yours. Every male out there was looking at your ass tonight.”
“Harua,” You whine wiggling your hips and arching your back, yelping when he delivers another harsh smack. “You said to hurry.”
He glances at you in the mirror with an unreadable look, throwing off his fingerless gloves before his fingers go down to your cunt. Dipping two of them in he begins to lazily thrust them, trying to make sure you were wet enough. “Fine, whatever. You don’t even need prepping, your pussy’s so wet from just watching me perform.”
Harua reaches to unbuckle his belt before letting his black pants drop. His hand dipped into his underwear to pull out his hardened cock. He lets out a small groan as he thrusts between your pussy lips, trying to coat himself with your arousal to make it easier.
Harua wasted no time after that, quickly slamming into you with a loud groan. His face scrunched up as he let out a hiss, snapping his hips into you frantically. One hand harshly gripped your ass while the other went to hold your hip.
“Fuck y/n,” He moans out watching as your mouth drops open in the mirror. “Love your fucking pussy, as if it was fucking made for me.”
You watch him in the mirror the best you could, your eyes hooded with pleasure as you let out broken moans, the feeling of his cock in you being too much to handle. His hips thrust sloppily into you, making squelching noises with each move.
“Wasn’t it y/n?” He groans out, one hand still gripping your hip while the other comes to tug on your hair, lifting your head more. A mix of a gasp and a cry of pain pour out from between your lips as your back arches up painfully. “Just for me right?”
“Just f-for you,” You gasp out, your hips fucking back onto him and meeting him halfway with each thrust of his. “Fuck- all for you Harua.”
“Good girl,” He moans out, pulling out of you and turning you around. You’re lifted before you can even react and your ass is set on the cold sink, sending goose bumps down your body as one hand grips his shoulder for support. His arm goes behind you, forcing you to arch a certain way. “Such a good fucking girl, fuck.”
Before you know it, he’s pounding into your pussy, the new angle making you sob out in pleasure as he hits all the right spots, tears falling down your face as your other hand grips the side of the sink.
“Play with your clit,” He demands through moans before leaning up to kiss and suck on your neck. His hips stuttered, “Fuck I wish I could leave marks on you.”
You throw your head back hitting the mirror slightly, as your hand snakes down in between your bodies, doing as he says. Your fingers rubbed faster and harsh circles on your clit making you cry out from the pleasure. Your walls squeeze around Harua’s cock making him growl out, his thrusts getting faster and deeper.
“Fuck y/n,” He groans out, resting his forehead on your shoulder as his breath gets heavier. “Your moans sound so pretty, just for me huh?”
“Just for you Harua,” You sob out, the hand holding his shoulder sneaking to grip the hair under his beanie for support making him let out a loud groan at the pain. “Only you! Only you me feel this good!”
Harua’s a mess, the pleasure of your pussy squeezing around him was turning his brain into pure mush. The noises you and your pussy were making weren’t making anything any better. He couldn’t even care to suppress his noises, letting his moans and grunts flow out of his mouth carelessly with occasional whines. Your legs are beginning to shake a twitch and he notices. Your stomach caving in as you try to wiggle away from the intense pleasure, your walls fluttering like crazy around him.
The hand gripping your waist lets go, you’re still supported by the one wrapped around you as the other comes to grip his blue sweater. Harua lifts the end of the sweater and brings it up to his lips, biting it to be able to see himself thrusting into you. His hips become sloppy as his noises are muffled now, thanking himself for biting on the sweater because of how loud he was getting, the sight of your pretty cunt sucking him in and you playing with yourself being too much to handle now, nearly throwing him off the edge. Slightly adding a tinge of regret because of how badly it turned him on, hating himself for being so close so fast.
Your hand gripping his hair even harder as your legs shake intensely. A cry of his name slipping out of your mouth as your back arches into him, your mouth dropping open to let out broken squeaks as your eyes roll back into your skull. Your pussy fluttered and squeezed him tightly as you came around him, your fingers moving slower on your clit to help you ride it out. Harua lets out a grunt as he sees your juices dripping out of you and onto the floor. He cums with a muffled groan as he buries his cock deep inside you with one last harsh thrust. He hips twitching and grinding against you as cum spurts out of him and deep into you. Making small thrusts to help you both ride your highs.
He slips out of you with a pop, watching as his cum oozes out of you slowly. You hold onto the skin as he grabs a paper towel from the small stand next to the sink. He wipes himself clean before tucking himself back in his underwear and drops his sweater back down. He grabs another one, softly cleaning his cum that leaks out of you as your pussy clenches around nothing, not forgetting to clean the floor too. He throws the towels away and helps you down before washing his hands.
Harua lets out a soft laugh as he looks at your hair and makeup, shaking his head with a small smile as he helps you put your shorts and underwear back on.
“What?” You say with a scowl on your face as you watch him pull up his jeans, buckling his belt swiftly.
He looks at you with a smirk before motioning to the mirror. You turn around, seeing your hair is a mess and your face stained with tear streaks, wiping the makeup off in its path, gasping loudly.
“I’ll have my artist help you calm down.” Harua chuckles, hugging you from behind as he kisses you on the side of your head. You immediately get wet again as you feel his cock against your ass.
You turn around with a pout, making me laugh before he leans in again, this time planting a kiss on your lips. His hand snakes around your waist to pull you closer while the other goes under your skirt to harshly grip your ass making you moan out. He gives your ass one more harsh smack before pulling away from the kiss.
He grabs your phone and hands it to you, leading you out of the restroom and into the &TEAM room.
You’re surprised to see your makeup artists there, her face showing she was not surprised as she says, “Minji texted me, sit.”
You give her a sheepish grin as you sit in an empty chair in front of where she is standing, Yuma sitting next to you. Another staff member working on your messed up hair briefly, as Harua goes to pull up a chair in front of you.
“Y’know y/n,” Yuma starts with a grin on his face, Harua glaring at him to not say anything dumb. “You help Harua live up to his bunny status.”
You glare at him the best you can as your makeup artist cleans you up, “Shut up.”
“It’s true,” Taki chimes in. “All he talks about is how horny he is for you and how he wants to have sex with you, You guys fuck like bunnies in heat when you’re with each other.”
Harua lets out a shout as he hits Taki with the nearest pillow, making the boy screech and shout out for K. Harua watches intensely as your makeup artist works, the staff quickly shooing you away letting you stop to give Harua a quick peck, his hand quickly coming to slap your ass again. You leave backstage, quickly walking over to your table as best as you can, legs still slightly wobbly.
“You reek of sex.” Haerin comments, covering her nose as a joke before pulling a perfume from her bag, and allowing you to spray yourself.
“Thank you.” You mutter paying attention to the stage as you see &Team coming from backstage from the corner of your eye.
You keep a soft smile on your face, trying hard not to let it grow bigger as you feel Harua’s eyes on you as he walks to the table next to yours. What a man.
