──── distracted ⧽ hwang hyunjin ( 황현진 ) ⸝⸝
𖦹 idol!황현진 x makeup artist!reader 𓂃 wc. fingering unprotected sex. use of pet names. non-established relationship. oral sex (f. receiving). semi-public sex minors DNI ﹒⋆
“hyunjinnieee, come heree,” you called out, your voice competing with the ambient noise of the backstage area as you meticulously organized the makeup palettes and brushes scattered across the table.
working as a makeup artist for a major k-pop group was a dream, but nights like tonight—prepping the guys for a massive, sold-out concert—were completely overwhelming.
you had already finished everyone else's look. only hyunjin was left, and he had slipped away to the dressing room to change into his stage outfit a while ago.
replacing the used brushes with fresh, sanitized ones, you glanced at the digital clock on the wall. it had been over ten minutes.
“jin? are you done with the outfit yet?” you asked, knocking firmly on the heavy door. “i need to finish your hair and makeup before production pulls you to the stage.” you let out an exasperated sigh, leaning your forehead against the wood.
even though you had only been with the company for a few months, your natural shyness had completely melted away around the members. you’d established a tight, comfortable bond with them, though hyunjin always found a way to push the boundaries of that comfort.
“ah—it’s just...” his muffled voice drifted through the door, followed by a frustrated groan. “the damn zipper got stuck on the jacket. it won’t go up, and now it won’t go down either.”
“want a hand?” you asked, automatically fidgeting with your fingers, hoping you didn't sound too intrusive.
the click of the lock surprised you. the door swung open to reveal hyunjin, his dark hair beautifully disheveled, his eyebrows knitted together in pure annoyance at the stubborn piece of metal.
you quickly stepped inside the changing room, the door clicking shut behind you. you immediately reached for his jacket zipper, attempting to gently wiggle it free.
“see? completely jammed,” he muttered, looking down at you.
“hold still. i’m trying not to ruin a designer shirt that probably costs more than my entire apartment lease,” you muttered back, focusing entirely on the fabric. realizing the zipper was a lost cause for the moment, you opted for the safest route to save time. you carefully unzipped the jacket completely, pulling the material apart.
the action revealed a form-fitting black shirt underneath that hugged every contour of his chest and abdomen perfectly. your eyes locked with his for a fraction of a second before you cleared your throat. “okay, we’ll have the wardrobe team fix this later. let’s just get your makeup done first.”
as you turned to leave the room, the distinct rustle of fabric made you pause. turning back around, your jaw nearly dropped. you had to actively fight the urge to stare at his completely bare chest.
“what exactly are you doing?” you managed to ask, keeping your voice even.
“changing my shirt,” he replied, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips as he caught the faint blush rising on your cheeks. “wouldn’t want the stage outfit to get dirty during the makeup process...” he stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave, “...or wet.”
you swallowed hard, desperately wanting to face-palm at how transparent you were being. hyunjin’s natural charisma and constant, playful flirting were already lethal to your sanity, but this was playing dirty.
he looked around the small dressing room, realizing the wardrobe staff hadn't left his backup options in this specific stall. he let out a dramatic sigh, turning back to face you completely unbothered by his lack of clothing.
“well, there’s no spare shirt here,” he said, his tone shifting into something genuinely amused. “and we don't have time to go hunt down wardrobe. you can still do my makeup like this, right?”
gathering every ounce of professional courage you possessed, you crossed your arms and looked him dead in the eye. “you know, i am highly susceptible to stress, and i really hope i don’t get involved in a company scandal today. because if i do, i am dragging your ass down with me.”
hyunjin let out a bright, melodic giggle, clearly delighted by your threat. “deal,” he chuckled, following you out of the dressing room and straight to the makeup station.
he sank into the adjustable chair, closing his eyes and relaxing his posture completely as you began prepping his skin with hydrating serums and primers.
you tried your absolute best to maintain total professionalism, but with his sculpted torso on display right at eye level, it was an impossible battle. you stole a few quick glances, praying to whatever deity was listening that he wouldn't notice.
“hmm, this feels incredible,” he hummed softly, leaning his head back into your touch as your fingertips massaged the product into his cheekbones.
everything was going smoothly—until your slight distraction caused your fingers to slip. a few heavy drops of liquid foundation fell right past his collarbone, landing squarely on his abs.
“ah, shit—!” you gasped, instantly setting the bottle down and grabbing a pack of wet wipes. “ ‘m so sorry, didn’t mean to—” you rushed forward, gently dabbing at the smooth skin to clean up the spill.
before you could pull away, a warm, firm hand clamped around your wrist, completely halting your movements.
“why are you so nervous, hm?” hyunjin giggled softly, though his grip remained steady. he had noticed the way your hands trembled whenever your body got too close to his. his eyes opened, holding a dangerous smirk. “it seems like something is distracting you.”
you tried to pull your hand back, but his gaze darkened, stripping away the playful idol and replacing him with something entirely predatory.
“or someone,” he murmured, locking his eyes onto yours.
he effortlessly took the wet wipe from your hand, tossing it blindly onto the vanity behind you.
even in those few seconds of contact, the contrast between the cool wipe and the intense heat of his skin was dizzying. you could feel the slight twitch of his muscles beneath your fingertips.
hyunjin stood up from the chair, towering over you. your breath hitched, and your eyes instinctively dropped to the floor, your heart hammering against your ribs.
“don’t act all shy now,” he murmured, stepping into your personal space. he reached out, catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to look at him. “weren’t you staring just a few seconds ago? you really think i wouldn’t notice, jagi?”
the pet name hit you like a physical wave. the deep, sensual cadence of his voice made a shiver run straight down your spine.
“tell me,” he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps across your skin. “what exactly was distracting you?”
he knew the answer. he wanted to hear you break.
you let out a shaky, uneven breath as his arm moved behind you, effectively trapping you against the wall beside the vanity. the risk was insane—anyone from production or management could walk through those doors at any second—but the sheer adrenaline of it was intoxicating.
“answer me,” he prompted, his patience wearing thin in the most tantalizing way. his free hand slipped down, his fingers gripping the curve of your waist with a firm, possessive squeeze.
“i—” the words trapped themselves in your throat as his eyes bored into yours.
“hm?” he teased, a low rumble in his chest.
“you,” you breathed out, a sudden spark of reckless courage overriding your panic. “god, i hate you. you knew exactly what you were doing when you—”
hyunjin didn’t let you finish the sentence. he crashed his lips down onto yours, silencing you with a hungry, demanding kiss. teeth clashed slightly in his eagerness to claim you, the sheer intensity of it stealing the oxygen straight from your lungs.
you let out a soft whine against his mouth, and he instantly seized the opportunity, sliding his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. it was a breathless, chaotic battle for dominance that he won effortlessly. your tongues swirled together, tasting each other with a desperate, growing hunger.
“hyunjin—wait,” you gasped, breaking away for a fraction of a second to catch your breath, your hands gripping his bare shoulders for balance.
he didn't give you time to think. his breath was just as ragged as yours as he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire. without a word, he dropped to his knees in front of you.
“hyunjin, what are you—” the words dissolved into a gasp as he began pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs, his hands quickly sliding down your leggings and underwear, pulling them down past your knees in one swift, impatient motion.
the sudden exposure made your face burn, but the sheer ache between your thighs was unbearable. you had never been this undone by just a kiss.
“god, look at you...” he muttered, his voice thick and raspy as he looked up at you before instantly leaning forward, pressing his tongue directly against your sensitive core.
your hands buried themselves into his soft hair, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the loud groan building in your throat. hyunjin gripped your thighs, positioning them over his shoulders to give himself deeper access, eating you out like a starved man. the rhythm of his tongue was relentless, long, wet strokes lapping over your folds, swirling and pressing against your swollen clit until your knees began to tremble.
he slid a long finger inside you, testing how wet you were, while his tongue kept up the brutal pace. your head snapped back against the wall, your fingers tightening desperately in his hair as his finger slid in and out, mimicking the pace of his mouth.
“jin, f-fuck—” you whimpered, your vision blurring as the familiar, tight heat of an impending orgasm began to coil deep in your stomach.
you braced yourself for the crash, but just as you reached the edge, he abruptly pulled away, standing up in one fluid movement. you let out a whimper of pure protest, looking at him with a dazed, confused expression.
“i need to feel you,” he panted, his voice dripping with dark authority.
he grabbed you by the hips, turning you around completely so your front was pressed against the vanity. your hair was a mess, your lips swollen and flushed. behind you, hyunjin looked entirely unhinged, the sharp click of his belt buckle and the harsh sound of his zipper echoing in the quiet room.
“hyunjin, if someone walks in right now—” you tried to warn him, your voice shaking.
“let them.” he growled, interrupting you without hesitation.
his pupils were entirely dilated, completely consumed by the moment. before another protest could leave your lips, he guided his length to your entrance and pushed forward, entering you in one smooth, deep thrust.
a loud, uninhibited moan escaped you. the sudden stretch was intense, filling you out completely. god, he was big.
hyunjin’s large hands moved down to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin before sliding further back to grip your ass cheeks. he spread them wide, his gaze fixed entirely on the spot where the two of you connected, completely mesmerized by the sight.
“fuck,” he groaned, his brows furrowed in a mix of agonizing pleasure and deep concentration as he watched his own cock slipping all the way out until just the head remained, before plunging back in to the hilt. “look at how pretty you look taking all of me, jagi.”
with every heavy, deliberate downstroke, the wet friction of his skin hitting yours intensified, the flesh stretching and yielding to him perfectly. he slowed the pace down for a moment, deliberately torturing you by drawing his length out so incredibly slow that you could feel every single ridge of him grazing against your walls, before burying himself deep inside you again with a soft, wet thud that vibrated through your entire body.
your hands flew to the edges of the vanity, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the countertop for dear life. the sheer depth of it was overwhelming, making your stomach tighten as he continuously bottomed out against you, hitting your sweet spot with merciless precision.
“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot and frantic against your shoulder as he accelerated the pace again, the heavy slap of skin filling the quiet room. one of his hands left your hip, sliding up your torso to roughly squeeze your breast through your shirt, his thumb flicking over the sensitive peak. “wanted me to bend you over your own makeup station and fuck you senseless before a show?”
“yes! yes, please—” you sobbed out, the intense friction and the deep, rhythmic feeling of him sliding in and out of you pushing you right back over the edge you’d been denied earlier.
critical friction built up between you, each thrust generating an unbearable, consuming heat.
“please what, baby?” he teased, his hand leaving your breast to land a sharp, stinging spank across your thigh.
the sudden burst of pain mixed with the overwhelming pleasure shattered whatever restraint you had left. “please, hyunjin... cum ‘nside, pleasee!” tears of pure sensory overload slipped down your cheeks, completely ruining the mascara you’d put on hours ago.
a guttural moan tore from his throat at your words. his grip shifted to your hair, not to hurt you, but to gently pull your head back so he could look at your expression as he delivered a series of incredibly hard, deep thrusts.
“fuck, are you close?” he panted, his pace becoming frantic, completely losing his grip on his own control. “i can’t hold back anymore, jagi—i’m going to—”
you didn't wait for him to finish. reaching down, your fingers found your own clit, rubbing in sync with his brutal rhythm.
that was the breaking point. your vision went entirely white as your walls clamped down around him in a violent, crushing orgasm. the intense friction triggered hyunjin immediately, he let out a loud, breathless growl, burying himself as deep as possible as he came inside you, his entire body shuddering violently as he filled you.
your legs completely gave out from under you, but hyunjin’s strong arms were already there, catching your weight and pulling your back flush against his sweaty, bare chest.
“i’ve got you, baby. i’ve got you,” he breathed heavily into your neck, pressing a series of soft, open-mouthed kisses against your skin that would undoubtedly leave dark marks for you to hide later.
you leaned back against him, your chest heaving as you both tried to regulate your breathing. staring at the messy vanity in front of you, the reality of the situation slowly started to flood back in.
“the concert starts in exactly thirty minutes...” you whispered, a faint, breathless laugh escaping your lips.
hyunjin’s hands smoothed down your waist, a mischievous, entirely unbothered smirk returning to his face as his fingers trailed lower.
“thirty minutes?” he murmured against your ear, his voice laced with that familiar, wicked playfulness. “that’s plenty of time for round two. maybe even three if you stop talking.”
and looking at the dark, insatiable hunger still lingering in his eyes, you realized he had absolutely no intention of letting you go anytime soon.
a/n ⋮ genuinely can’t stop thinking about this man ugh
