there were a lot of people that went into concerts besides the artist. makeup people, costumers, set designers, props teams, lighting, sound. security. you were human resources, and you liked to think you had a fairly important role in exo's concerts.
put simply, you were there to be the... release for any stress they were going through that might interfere with their concert performances. pent up energy? unexpected nerves? anxiety? you and your mouth was there to the rescue.
junmyeon found you today, before the concert, hands framing your face as he slid his cock into your waiting mouth.
"it's just stressful before opening a concert, you know," he said, slowly starting to thrust in and out. he liked to talk about what was bothering him. you probably made a good listener, unable to speak.
you hollowed your cheeks as much as you could, keeping your gag reflex down (it was easy by now considering your job) as he began to reach the back of your throat. "you do always—fuck, do that again—you really help."
you sniffed past the tears as he held your face by his thighs, your nose brushing his skin. junmyeon loved being buried inside you this way, his cock so far down your throat you wouldn't be speaking for a few hours. you liked it too... too much, probably.
he let you off just as you were beginning to struggle with breathing. you barely had a moment to breathe before he was thrusting in again, harsher this time as he got closer and closer and—
he came with a groan, spurts of cum going down your throat. you swallowed it all up, not willing to risk his costume staining. his cock came from your mouth with your spit all over it. junmyeon let go of your face and smiled, cleaning himself off with a tissue while you wiped the spit from your mouth. he wiped some of the tears from your face before zipping himself back up.
"thanks, sweetheart. i don't know what we'd do without you."
