Just sitting here buzzing with energy and love and affection and overwhelm and gratitude and my GOD jimin’s smile and jimin’s extensions and hoseok’s voice and JK sounded like an angel, didn’t he, and so did jin Jin Jiiiiiinnn and V needs to stop (continue) being such a menace and Namjoon changing his fave song to Like Animals after that hauntingly beautiful performance ME TOO MAN and Yoongi tapping his foot while the others were addressing the crowd because he was buzzing too and they all sounded incredible and they all surrounded Namjoon like brothers bc they are and Namjoon was right, they are his YOUTH and still somehow the concert didn’t sound like the past! it sounded like NOW they sounded so goddamn good and they looked right at home and they look older and more grounded and still able to send me into the fucking stratosphere with the first few notes of Mikrokosmos and they walked down those stairs after looking larger than life but jimin’s right they are just like us, and we are all scared but we’re all able to suspend our fears and swim together for a little bit at a time and god. We are so fuckin back
Taehyung walked into the closet with yesterday's outfits, and his head spinning from the scent of you permeating the small space. He saw your clothes and grinned... even now he was fighting the urge to bury his face in your clothes and jerk off until his cum soaked every inch of them.
Fuck, Taehyung cursed, feeling himself getting harder with every second.
"Do you have any change?" Your sudden voice, coming out of nowhere, made him jump and glued to the hanger with their suits to hide his boner.
"No..." he answered hesitantly as you stepped into the small space, getting too close to him.
"What a hesitant no... you're lying to me, right?" You laughed, stepping closer to him...
"Noona..." he breathed out, biting his forearm as your hands slid into his back pockets. Fuck, it was too sexy, too arousing, and so dominant... the two of you in such a tight space, yours body pressed against his back, your palms in his pockets burning the skin of his buttocks... he was going crazy from the feeling of your power over him.
"Okay... I guess that's true," you giggled, as if you hadn't just driven him crazy in less than five seconds.
You sat down on the floor, rummaging through your bag. He clenched his fists, trying to hide his trembling... "Giving up so easily," he snorted... He drilled his gaze into your back, hating that while he was going crazy just from being next to you, you acted like nothing had happened after touching him so possessively. He was thankful that the hem of his shirt hung low enough to hide the betraying bulge in his pants.
You turned your head towards him, grinning, "You're right..." Your gaze slid to his groin, making him gulp loudly...
Fuck, fuck, fuck... He could barely breathe as you slowly approached him, still kneeling...
"I really did forget to check another pair of pockets on your pants, didn't I?" Your gaze was teasing, practically mocking him. You placed your palms on his hips, slowly sliding upwards.. Your gaze locked on his, your face hovering so close to the spot he so desperately wanted to hide from you...
You leaned forward, and he couldn't help but let out a loud sigh. He covered his mouth, looking at you with wide eyes...
"Or should I check something completely different, Taehyung?" You bit the hem of his shirt, tugging it towards you, making him forget how to breathe.
"I don't want to play this," he shoved you hard in the shoulder, making you land on your butt.
Everything was a blur, he ran out of the closet, and your laughter behind him made his eyes fill with tears...
He ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He pressed his forehead against the cold wall, growling with painful arousal. "I hate you," he growled, sliding his hand into his pants. He lifted his shirt, looking at the wet edge where your mouth had been. He took the hem of the shirt in his mouth, quickly sliding his hand down its length... and what the hell is he even doing right before a concert?
. . .
He came off stage, checking his phone... Are you upset with him? He looked at the still-unread messages he'd sent you during every break.
"Have you seen ____?" one of the managers asked Namjoon, catching his attention with your name.
"Wasn't she supposed to be with you?" Namjoon looked at the stylists in surprise.
"We haven't seen her since the concert started. We thought she was with the management team, but it turns out they haven't seen her either."
"Isn't this her phone?" Hoseok asked, picking it up from the table.
No way... no, it couldn't be... Taehyung ran as fast as he could toward the dressing rooms, remembering that the small closet where the outfits were kept only opened from the outside. Don't tell him he slammed the door when he ran out with couldy mind...
He practically ran into the locker room, and his heart sank to the floor when he saw the door closed.
His fingers trembled with fear as he turned the doorknob. The pounding of his heart deafened him when he saw you sitting on the floor in the dark. Your hands were on your bent knees, while you sat leaning against the wall behind you, staring straight ahead.
"Taehyung..." Your cold tone made him fall to his knees in front of you. You threw your head back, taking a deep breath before meeting his gaze. "Isn't it way too much, locking me in a closet for three hours because of the hard-on in your pants?"
"Noona... I..."
You grabbed him by the collar forcefully, practically cutting off his ability to breathe. "Shut up, Taehyung!" you growled, your gaze was merciless. "So what kind of punishment should I come up with for you, Taehyung?" You tightened your grip on his collar, digging it into his throat.
He opened his mouth, but you covered it with your other hand, digging your nails into his skin. "Didn't I tell you to keep your mouth shut, Taehyung?" Fear surged through him, electrifying every cell in his body with lust. He nodded slowly. "Good boy!" Your dominant demeanor hit his every nerve ending.
You placed your foot firmly on his chest before pushing him hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall flat on his back. "So what have you been doing after you ran out of here in such a hurry, slamming the door right in my face, Taehyung?"
His name flowed from your lips like a death sentence. You sat motionless, your gaze burning into him. He understood that you weren't expecting an explanation, but a demonstration. And there was no hint that he could escape, just as there wasn't a single cell in his body that wanted to disobey you.
He knelt between your spread legs. His trembling fingers barely managed to undo the buttons on his pants. Your face was a mask, expressionless, yet your eyes were still glued to his.
He pulled his pants and underwear down his thighs. He gripped the hem of his shirt, lifting it toward his mouth. He froze when you leaned forward, grabbing his hand. "Should we add some authenticity?" you tugged his hand before gripping the hem of his shirt with your lips.
His cock twitched with excitement as you released his shirt, which still had a thin thread of saliva tugging at your tongue. He swallowed loudly, taking the hem into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in arousal... the fabric was wet, hot, and completely saturated with your taste.
His fingers tightened around his cock, sliding from the base to the head. He groaned, opening his eyes to see your gaze fixed on his hand.
His hand moved faster, making his breathing ragged and heavy. He braced his forearm against the corner of the doorframe as his hips trembled with pleasure. He struggled to stay conscious. Your heated gaze glided over his face and body, burning his skin and making it nearly impossible resist losing himself in pleasure.
He released the hem of his shirt from his mouth, covering his cock with the fabric, squeezing it tightly around the head. He came with a loud growl, saturating the fabric with his seed. He practically whined when your hand lightly rested on his, still clutching his limp cock. You ran the pad of your thumb over his oversensitive head before pressing your nail through the rough fabric of his shirt. He doubled over as a flash of pain shot through his body, knocking the air from his lungs. But why, instead of pain, did he feel his cock become fully hard again?
He looked up at you with tear-filled eyes. He groaned as you ran your tongue over your thumb, licking away a trail of his sperm. You rose from the floor, stepping over his hips.
He grabbed your leg tightly, hugging it, pressing it against his body. "I want more," he groaned, pressing his full face into your thigh, wanting to melt into your skin.
Your fingers ran through his hair before squeezing it tightly. You tugged at his hair, forcing his gaze to meet yours. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, wanting more, as the fingers of your other hand traced his lips. Your eyes darkened, betraying your arousal as he continued to rub his cock against you, fucking your leg like a shameless dog.
"We have too many spectators for anythingh more, my puppy," you laughed, turning your head toward the locker room. He released you, allowing you to stepped out closet, leaving him in his agony.
"Fuck," he groaned as he turned his head and saw Namjoon through the open door. Even through his arousal-blurred vision, he could see how red Namjoon was. He pressed his face to the floor where you'd been sitting just a moment ago. He could still feel the warmth of your body on the carpet. He closed his eyes, moving his hand to his cock. He didn't care about any sense of propriety or common sense; he'd lost them long before Namjoon had appeared in the locker room. He continued to moan, jerking his cock until the desired release swept through him. Tears streamed down his cheeks as cum continued to flow from his cock. But even then, his hand didn't stop, continuing to drive himself wild with overstimulation. He fell to the floor, completely exhausted, as he came for the third time, convulsing with the powerful orgasm... the pleasure was too intense, making the entire room seem to spin like a disco pang pang.
He heard the door click, plunging the closet into complete darkness. He laughed softly at the tremor in Namjoon's voice as he responded something to someone... his consciousness was too hazy to understand a word.
"Noona..." Taehyung whispered when your voice returned to the locker room.
"_______, what the f..." Namjoon raised his voice
"Namjoon," your stick voice stopped Namjoon, not letting him finish his sentence. "You can go... I'll take care of him."
Taehyung smiled widely, allowing himself to be drowned in the darkness that had been trying to drag him to pleasure abyss this whole time.
