Pairing:Idol heeseung x engene reader
Warnings: smut,cussing,mentions of unprotected sex and cum
The bass thumped through the arena, lights flashing in sync with Enhypen's performance. You stood near the front row, your petite frame pressed against the barrier, caramel skin glowing under the stage lights. At 5'2", you had to stretch your neck to see the boys, but your energy matched the crowd's frenzy. Your tight crop top hugged your petite curves, and low-rise jeans accentuated your hips, drawing eyes even in the sea of fans.
Heeseung's voice cut through the music during 'Bite Me,' his gaze sweeping the audience. That's when he spotted you. His dark eyes locking onto yours for a beat longer than necessary. A smirk tugged at his lips, and he didn't look away. Throughout the set, every chance he got, his eyes found you again. During the dance break in 'Future Perfect,' he thrust his hips forward, staring straight at you, like the move was just for you. Heat flushed your cheeks, but you held his stare, biting your lip.
The concert hit its peak with 'Fever,' sweat glistening on Heeseung's skin as he moved effortlessly. You swayed to the rhythm, your hands raised, feeling his attention like a spotlight. By the encore, his glances had turned into something deeper, promising more than just a show.
As the final notes faded and the crowd chanted for one more song, the members descended into the pit for fan interactions. Heeseung led the way, snapping selfies and clasping fans' hands. He high-fived a group to your left, then paused for a photo with a screaming girl. His laugh was genuine, but his eyes flicked toward you every few seconds.
Finally, he reached your section. Fans reached out, but he focused on you, weaving through until he stood right in front of the barrier. Up close, he was even more striking tall, broad-shouldered, his black hair damp with sweat, tank top clinging to his toned chest. He grinned, and extended his hand. You slipped yours into his, his grip firm and warm, thumb brushing your knuckles in a way that sent sparks up your arm.
'You're killing me out here,' he murmured, voice low enough for only you to hear over the crowd. He leaned in closer for a selfie, his free arm draping casually over the barrier. Your faces inches apart, you snapped the pic, then squeezed your hand. 'Meet me backstage after. I'll be waiting.' His eyes darkened with intent, lips curving into a smile before he pulled away, winking at you as security ushered him along.
Your heart pounded as the concert wrapped. Adrenaline buzzed in your veins while you navigated the exiting crowd, flashing the pass he'd slipped into your palm during that handshake. Backstage was a whirlwind of staff and equipment, but a crew member led you to a private lounge, the door clicking shut behind you.
Heeseung was there, towel around his neck, still in his stage clothes. He straightened when you entered, eyes roaming over your body with hunger. “You actually came,” he said, voice husky, stepping closer. The room smelled of his cologne mixed with sweat, intoxicating.
“Told you I'd be waiting.” He closed the distance, his hand cupping your jaw, tilting your face up. At your height, you had to look up, which only made his dominance more thrilling. His thumb traced your full lips, caramel skin contrasting his pale fingers. “Couldn't stop thinking about you out there. That body... fuck.”
You shivered as he kissed you, slow at first, then his tongue slipped in, tasting you deeply, hands roaming down to grip your waist and pull you against him. You felt his bulge pressing into your stomach through his pants, thick and ready. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss turned heated, breaths mingling.
He broke away, nipping your bottom lip. “Not gonna lie I been eyeing this ass all night.” His hands slid down, squeezing your ass over your jeans, kneading firmly. You gasped, and he chuckled, low and flirty. “Gonna make you scream my name, baby.”
he spun you around, pressing your front against the couch in the corner. His body pinned yours, his erection grinding against your ass as he unzipped your jeans. “Lift up,”he commanded softly, and you did. He groaned at the sight of your lace panties, dark against your skin. 'So fucking sexy.'
He yanked them aside, fingers delving between your thighs to find you already wet. “This for me?” He teased your clit circling his fingers, then slid them inside your pussy, pumping slowly. You moaned, pushing back against his hand
“Mhm, just for you.” You say in a breathy moan.
He added a third finger, curling them to hit that spot, thumb on your clit. “Good girl. So tight.”your Juices coated his hand as he finger fucked you, his other hand shoving your top up to palm your breasts, pinching nipples until they hardened. You arched, cries echoing in the room.
Pulling his fingers out, he sucked them clean, humming approval. “You taste so good.” Then he freed his dick, thick and veined and curved a little to the left. His tip leaking pre-cum. He rubbed it along your slit, teasing your entrance. “Ready for this dick?”
He thrust in with one smooth stroke, filling your pussy completely. You cried out, your walls clenching around his dick. He gripped your hips, skin marked by his fingers, and started pounding, skin slapping skin. “Fuck, you're gripping me so fuckin good.”
Each thrust hit deep, his balls smacking your clit. He leaned over, chest to your back, one hand in your hair pulling your head back for a messy kiss, the other rubbing your clit. “Come on baby, cum on this dick.”
The pressure built fast, your body trembling. With a final hard thrust, you squirted, your pussy soaking him. He growled, pace stuttered as he got close. “Where do you want it?”
He slammed in deep, his dick pulsing as he filled you with hot cum, groaning your name. He stayed buried deep inside you, grinding through the aftershocks, then pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from your pussy.
Turning you around, he kissed you softly.
