Y is also for You
A . D . T . O . Y Series
- Day 6 -
Category: Smut Word Count: 1,551 Group/Member: 2PM | Jun. K
Watching him perform always sent a thrill of excitement throughout your body. Jun. K was an amazing singer, dancer, and artist, and the fact that you had the luxury of being his personal makeup artist made your relationship easy to disguise from paparazzi and sasaengs.
The crowd lit up with screams and applause at the sound of his powerful voice – you loved the way he could carry the audience with a single note. Watching the sweat drip off his body as he serenaded Hottests – there was nothing that turned you on more. It was his passion for performing and how much you knew it meant to him that every single fan was there and excited to see him that made your heart soar.
“Y/N? It’s time to go,” Jun’s manager prompted, waving you down the hall to the car outside. It was very rare that you were able to see an entire concert, though this was only because of your relationship. It was mandated that you had to leave before the concert ended so as to not draw any attention to you if you wanted to date Jun. Luckily you were always able to watch via livestream from one of the manager’s mobile devices.
“Jagiya, wait!” Jun hollered before you exited the building. He jogged to you in two long strides, grabbing your face in his hands and sweetly kissing your forehead. “Will you wait up for me tonight?”
“I always do,” you smartly replied, giving him a full smile that made your eyes wrinkle. He wrapped his long arms around you in a quick embrace before darting back to the stage for his encore.
Returning to the hotel, you pulled your keycard from your purse and strode across the entryway to the elevator. Staying in one of the Premier View Central Park Suites at the Mandarin Oriental, you knew there wouldn’t be anyone to recognize you. You took the elevator to your floor and entered into your corner suite, the lights of the various skyscrapers of New York City lighting the room with violet and amber hues. The beige couch contrasted the deep purple curtains and wall accents; you set your bag on the crescent-shaped seating fixture and headed into the bedroom to change.
After a quick shower and noticing that Jun hadn’t returned, you snuggled into the king size bed to continue reading your newest book recommendation. A couple chapters later and he strolled into the hotel room, heading straight to the shower. This was part of your post-show routine – Jun would shower and unwind with a cup of herbal tea and the latest issue of GQ Magazine while you struggled to keep your eyes awake until he tucked you into bed.
Beginning his ritual, you waited until he sat down in the chair at the foot of the bed, burying his nose in an article before you made your move. Jun’s energy from the concert hadn’t subsided, and you wanted to treat him to a special evening. He donned nothing but his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and a robe, and he didn’t notice when you got up out of bed.
“Whatcha reading?” you inquired, running your delicate hands down the front of his chest as you peeked over his shoulder to see the article.
“Looks like Louis Vuitton and Supreme just launched their pop-up store collaboration,” he airily responded, eyes fixated on the page. Jun didn’t seem to get the hint. Lowering your face to his ear, you blew a cool breeze along his lobe and watched as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
Finally he understood. Jun pulled your wrist to maneuver you around the chair, and you climbed on top of him, letting your knees rest on each side of his hips. Tossing the magazine over his shoulder, Jun slid his hands up the sides of your torso, letting them trace along the backs of your shoulders all the way to your hands that were wrapped around his neck. He pulled one of your hands in front of him and gave supple kisses before lacing his fingers with yours, watching you intently.
Leaning in for a kiss, you brought your pretty lips to his, grinning ear to ear as he followed your example. His lips melded to yours felt like home – the way he mumbled with each peck, how his hands titillated your skin with a ghostly presence – everything Jun did to you felt right.
“Get up,” he nonchalantly muttered, leading you to the edge of the bed, “Lift your arms over your head, jagi.” You obeyed his request and lifted your arms toward the ceiling. Jun lifted your white lacey nighty over your head and threw it aside. You stood before him in nothing but your matching Calvins, biting your lip with a wily grin. With his fingertips alone, he pushed your shoulders enough to make you fall onto the bed. He stared at you with a devilish smile and removed his robe.
With catlike agility, Jun was on top of you, trailing his fingers along your tummy while he feathered kisses onto your bare breasts. You moaned and tilted your head back into the silk sheets, fisting your fingertips into his hair. He teased his way down your abdomen, and your eyes met when he reached your increasingly sodden panties.
Inhaling deeply, Jun breathed you in like a warm apple pie, tracing his tongue along the material clinging to your folds. Within seconds, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down your legs. Starting at your toes, Jun used his lips to work his way first up your calves followed by your thighs, until he reached the tender skin just inside your legs, right near your hip flexor.
“I’ve spent all day thinking about this,” he said, intoxicated by your arousal. Without caution, he nuzzled his face into your core, lapping at your center and flicking his abusive tongue along your clit. It didn’t take long for you to roll your hips along his face, intermittently moaning in between your heavy breathing. Jun pulled away and smirked, bringing his face up to yours and playfully biting at you.
“Someone’s eager,” he teased, keeping a single digit along your slit, “but I know what you really want, and you’ve been a good girl today.” Jun halted his movements, hovering over you on his knees and waiting for your response.
“Are you going to fuck me, daddy?” you bashfully queued, biting your finger before tantalizingly sucking on it to torment him. He shook his head and let out a few ‘tuts’
“Don’t turn into a brat now, kitten. Stay sweet and I’ll give you what you’ve been waiting for,” Jun proposed, removing his undergarments in one smooth movement, freeing his monumental member. He stroked it with a hungry gaze in his eyes, switching positions so his back was against the headrest. Jun lifted you with his strong arms and hovered your dribbling mess of a pussy over his erect length, easing you onto it with care.
Jun’s size was much too big for you, though he tried his best to make sure you enjoyed it, letting you adjust for a few moments. He moved a tendril of hair behind your ear, bringing his lips back to yours for an intimate kiss. Upon feeling his soft pout and tender tongue, you began rocking your hips back and forth, provoking a low growl from Jun. His hands found your hips and he helped rock you to and fro, rolling his hips along yours.
“Are you ready for this, kitten?” he sweetly asked, not an octave above a whisper as his lips grazed the lobes of your ear. With your eyes closed, you nodded your head yes as you tried to control the way your chest raised and fell with each stuttered breath.
Before you knew what was happening, Jun had flipped you over onto your knees, aligned himself once again at your entrance, and thrust forcefully into your core, using your hips for leverage. Despite his massive size, the way the groove of his tip moved against your walls made you cry in pleasurable agony – his cock worked you better than any man-made vibrator could hope to do, and with its slight curvature, each time he pushed into you, his tip hit the g-spot.
“Oh fuck, daddy!” you screamed, your legs so weak they were about to collapse. You had cum twice in the process, though his monstrous dick wouldn’t let up as it stimulated you to the brim. Jun held your hips in a vice grip once your knees gave out, finishing in a barrage of violent thrusts until he came.
You lied there in a heap on the sheets, sweaty and out of breath. Jun leapt from the bed to the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth to help clean you. Wrapping his arms under your knees and your back, Jun lifted and laid you down in the proper sleeping direction, fluffing the pillow beneath you before letting your head drop. He kissed your forehead and put on his robe, grabbing the GQ Magazine before turning off the lights.
“I love you, jagi. Good night,” he whispered as he walked into the living area to finish his post-concert ritual.