#the light banners are from one of their concert stages

[lalalovejay]

|| NDA || ~ Lee Heeseung

♤Pairings: idol!heeseungXfem!fangirl!reader

♤Synopsis: Attending the New York show for Enhypen's first world tour, you find yourself in quite the predicament when a man approaches you and your best friend with a question that leaves you absolutely flabbergasted.

"Would you be willing to sign an NDA?"

♤Warnings: just straight up smut with a little plot, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, protected sex, cunnilingus(f!receiving), p in v, use of pet names (good girl, sir, princess, angel), use of derogatory names (slut, whore), blowjob(m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), hair pulling, choking, I think that's it

♤Author's Note: This is 1000000% delusional and not based on any true stories. This is my first time writing smut on this platform, so please give me some feedback to help me do better next time! I would really appreciate it:) Also, this has been in my drafts for monthsssss so I finally finished it lol

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"Hey, you ready to go?" Lucy asks you as she pulls on her boots.

"Yeah, one sec." You say before applying lipgloss over your red stained lips.

Grabbing your bag and lightstick, you follow your best friend out of your hotel room. Lucy skips down the hallway as you laugh at her giddiness.

"I can't believe we're actually gonna see them live! I'm so fucking excited!" Lucy squeals as you both reach the elevators.

Pressing on the button, you look over at her with an excited smile on your face.

"I can not wait to see Jake in real life. I'm so down bad for that man." You sigh at just the thought of him.

Lucy giggles and agrees.

"I need Sunghoon to read my sign and send me a kiss. After that, I can die in peace." She jokes along with you.

The elevator doors ding open before you both step in. Pressing the button for the lobby, you both patiently wait for the elevator to reach the ground level before stepping out.

"What if during Polaroid Love they come up to our section?! Please! I need Heeseung to sing to me!" Lucy groans as she imagines the man staring deep into her eyes as he serenades her.

You giggle at your friend who begins to daydream of concert scenarios.

"If they do come up to our section, I hope I can get Jake's attention." You say as you look down at the Jake photocard that hangs on your concert bag.

"I mean, we're hot. We're bound to get someone's attention, right?" Lucy jokingly says as you two exit the hotel doors and walk to the subway station.

After taking the subways to the venue, you both get in line as the time for the show to start inches closer. You both were able to get your hands on some freebies and banners while you waited.

Going through security and finding your seats, you two excitedly take pictures and videos of the venue and other fans in the crowd as you all wait for the show to begin.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! We're actually here!" You squeal at Lucy, who matches your energy as she holds your hand.

"Please! I need one interaction, and I'll be the happiest girl alive!" She says as she stares at the stage a few feet away from where your section was.

You two were able to find fairly good seats with an amazing view of the stage on the right side of the venue. Only a few rows up and at the end of the row in the aisle. Praying that the boys would come up to your section when they performed Polaroid Love.

Soon, the intro music began to play as the lights dimmed. The VCR begins playing as everyone screams. Lightsticks waving in the air as the screen begins moving. The 7 members of Enhypen on stage ready to give a performance of a lifetime for their loving fans.

You and Lucy scream as your biases face pop up on the big screen. Their stares are very intense as they each get into position to perform their opening song.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! JAKE MOTHER FUCKING SIM!" You scream as he pops up on screen once again.

The concert goes on as planned. Each performance leaves everyone in awe. You and Lucy fangirling like no other. On this particular night, the fans had come up with a project for Heeseung as it was his birthday. While the members had their talking moment, the fans began singing Happy Birthday when the screen showed Heeseung. His smile was wide as he listened to the fans and members sing him a happy birthday.

In that moment, something switched in you. You always knew that Heeseung was a very attractive man. He was everything a girl wanted. Tall, handsome, funny, sweet, and good at everything.

"I think he just bias wrecked me with that smile." You tell Lucy as your eyes stayed glued onto Heeseung, who laughs slightly as he says his words.

Lucy laughs as she follows your line of sight to the man. His hair had been styled to show his forehead. He was absolutely glowing on his birthday.

"Don't tell Jake." You jokingly threaten Lucy as she shakes her head with a knowing smile on her face.

"Little Miss, I only want Jake Sim, is finally joining the dark side. Lee Heeseung will eventually have you wrapped around his finger. It's a canon event." Lucy says in a matter of fact tone as she goes back to ogling over Sunghoon, who began speaking.

For the rest of the night, your eyes tried to stay on Jake, but you found yourself searching for Heeseung every now and then. His stage presence was very overwhelming, and had you wishing you could see his beautiful face up close.

When Polaroid Love began playing, you and Lucy sang along, not really getting your hopes up of them coming to your section. The moment they ran off stage and began roaming the crowd, you and Lucy screamed in happiness.

Suddenly, the spotlight was shown in your section. You and Lucy look at each other with wide eyes.

"No.fucking.way." She says as you both look back at the group of boys making their way to your section.

You and Lucy scream, even louder, as they get closer. Jungwon leads the way as Jake, Niki and Heeseung follow behind. You and Lucy both stand next to each other as they walk by, Jungwon giving you both a kind smile and a high five. Jake smirks slightly as he sees the 'Jake' sticker on your lightstick. Lucy records the whole thing. Jake sends you a flying kiss before walking further up. Your eyes were too focused on the man to notice that Heeseung was standing directly in front of you after Niki passes by finishing Lucy's hand heart. Lucy pulls on your shoulder to get your attention, her own mouth agape as Heeseung stands in front of you both.

You swing back around and come face to face with a pair of dark eyes, a glint of playfulness swimming in them. You gasp as Heeseung smirks, bringing the mic to his lips as he begins singing to you. Your eyes widen as his eyes stare deeply into your own.

He sends a wink before following after the other boys who begin making their way back to the stage.

"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?" Lucy screams as she shakes your shoulders.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" You scream back as you both fangirl over your interactions.

"I GOT IT ON CAMERA!" Lucy realizes as she looks down at her phone in her hand.

"Send it to me!" You say as you look back to the stage where they continued performing.

As the night goes on, you could have sworn that Heeseung had been glancing at your section for the rest of the concert. He interacted more with your side, and his eyes found your own a few times throughout the night.

"He wanna fuck." Lucy jokes as she catches Heeseung looking over again.

You chuckle as you enjoy the moment. Trying not to feel super flustered at the whole interaction you had with Heeseung knowing that he was just really good at fan service and you didn't want your delusions to get the best of you.

As the concert comes to an end and you all sadly have to say your goodbyes, the screen closes on the members as the lights turn on once again. You and Lucy stay seated as everyone around you picks up confetti and takes pictures or videos.

"I'm shook. Sunghoon sent me a kiss. I can die happily." Lucy dreamily says as she rewatches her concert videos.

"Let me see the Heeseung interaction again, I need to relive it." You ask Lucy as she scrolls through her camera roll to find the video.

Just as she was about to press play, you felt a tap on your left shoulder. You quickly look up to see who it was that had tapped you. A young Korean man stood before you both. The staff lanyard hanging around his neck.

"Yes?" You ask curiously.

You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong for the staff to come to you personally.

"Hi, I'm part of the staff traveling with the artists. I was asked by their manager to come get you both. He has a few questions and would like to talk." He tells you in a hushed voice so no one else could hear.

Lucy looks at you confused. You look back at her with the same expression.

"Uh, sure?" You say as you get up.

He leads you both towards the exit and into a door that says, 'Employees Only'. Lucy looks over at you nervously as you walk down a narrow hallway bustling with staff cleaning up. The man leads you to a door that says 'Management' and knocks twice.

"Come in!" A voice booms from inside.

He opens the door and steps to the side to allow you both to enter. You look over at Lucy uneasily but step in anyway. There were a lot of people around, so if anything happened, you would be able to scream for help. Lucy follows behind you hesitantly, and the man shuts the door once you both enter.

Two men sit on the couch and chair of the room as you both stand there awkwardly. You notice that the two men were Enhypen managers. Recognizing them instantly because of airport photos.

"Hello! I'm Sejin. Please, sit." The older man introduces himself and gestures to the two chairs across from them.

You look over at Lucy, who just shrugs and takes a seat. You follow her move and sit in the chair beside her.

"Are we in some sort of trouble?" Lucy asks as her eyes glance around the room nervously.

"Not at all! This discussion has to be private in order to protect our artists' image, so we asked to see you in private without the prying eyes and ears. My name is Woobin, by the way." Another manager tells you both.

"So what is this about?" You ask curiously.

Your eyes narrow in on the papers and pen sitting on the table in front of you all. The big letters, 'NDA', are boldly printed at the top. Your eyes widen slightly as you realize what's about to happen. You had only heard stories of this type of thing and never expected it to happen to you.

"Before we discuss any further. Would you be willing to sign an NDA? We can not disclose the topic of this conversation unless we have your full trust that you will not leak, speak, or even hint at having this conversation with us." Sejin asks the two of you.

You look over at Lucy, who looks back at you with wide eyes. Both of you realized exactly what they wanted to talk about.

"Before you make any decisions, may I ask your age and for your ID to confirm?" Woobin asks.

"I'm 21, and she's 20." You say as you and Lucy pull out your own IDs to show them.

Woobin looks it over before handing them to Sejin, who examines them as well. He nods his head before handing them back to you.

"So, will you sign? If you don't feel comfortable with it, it is understandable, and we'll have another staff member walk you two out safely." Sejin reassures you both of your safety.

"I'll sign." Lucy is the first to speak up.

You look at her in bewilderment.

"Lucy." You say her name to gain her attention.

"What? I want to know what they want to talk about. Besides, it's only an NDA. If you read the fine print, you should be fine before signing." Lucy says as she grabs the papers that lay on the table.

You sigh and grab them as well. Reading through the pages, eyes scanning over every printed word down to the page number that is printed on the bottom corner.

"Are you seriously gonna do this?" You ask Lucy.

"When will we ever get the chance to sign an NDA contract with an idol groups manager that we stan? Never. So, yes, I'm doing this." Lucy says as she gives the two men a small smile and picks up the pen to sign her name on the contract line.

You sigh as you contemplate for a little longer. You don't want Lucy to go through this alone. Worried about her safety you stupidly sign your name on the contract as well.

Handing the two contracts back to Woobin, he and Sejin sign their own names and place the contract into a small folder.

"Perfect. Now we can get to talking. The reason for this conversation is that 2 of our artists have asked to meet you both. If you agree, we will have a staff car pick you up from your accommodations and bring you to the artist hotel where you two will meet. Whatever happens between you both must be consensual, or it will be a breach of contract. It must be kept secret and hidden from others, or it will be a breach of contract. Do you both understand?" Sejin begins explaining.

"Yes." You and Lucy say.

"Good. If you would like to meet the 2 artists, you can give us a call at this number, and we will send a car to pick you up. This is all with your own consent, of course. If you decide not to, this conversation will stay between us, or it will be a breach of contract. We will not force you two to do anything you do not consent to. Our top priority is the safety of our artists and of you if you choose to meet with them." Sejin continues and hands you both a small card with only a phone number printed on it.

"Can I ask who the 2 artists are? And which of them asked for who?" Lucy asks them.

"Our artists Sunghoon and Heeseung. Sunghoon has asked for you, Miss Lucy. And Heeseung has asked for you, Miss (Y/N)." Woobin informs you both.

Lucy looks over at you in shock. Her bias had asked to meet with her. While you, on the other hand, had your bias wrecker of the night asking to meet with you.

"Oh 100% I am A okay to meet with Sunghoon." Lucy squeals as the information settles in.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. Lee Heeseung had asked to meet with you. You. Of all the people he saw in that crowd tonight.

"Well, we have Miss Lucy's consent. How about you, Miss (Y/n)? If you still need time to think about it, we completely understand and will be a phone call away awaiting your answer." Sejin says.

"Okay." You whisper.

"I'm sorry?" Sejin asks, not hearing you properly.

"I said okay. I agree to meet with Heeseung." You tell him a little louder.

Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you continue to let the information sink in. Lucy squeals happily beside you as the two men give you both a reassuring smile.

"Great! You're more than welcome to return to your accommodations. The 2 should be back in their hotel rooms right about now. Since today is Heeseung's birthday, he will be doing a live before meeting with you. Will you both be okay with meeting the two around 12:30 am?" Sejin asks.

Lucy quickly nods her head.

"Yes! We'll be ready by then." She answers for you both.

Sejin smiles.

"Perfect. Just call the number when you're ready. Woobin will escort you ladies out. It was nice meeting you both." Sejin says and reaches his hand out for a handshake.

You take his hand and give it a firm shake in gratitude as Lucy does the same after you. Woobin gestures for you two to follow him out of the room and back into the once bustling hallway. The staff had cleaned up pretty much everything, and the hallway was now empty. He leads you towards the exit and allows security to walk you out the door.

Once you two make it outside, Lucy jumps up in excitement.

"Oh my god....that just happened." You finally realize the situation you were both in.

"I'm gonna get dicked down by my bias. This is fucking wild." Lucy laughs as she wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"I knew Heeseung wanted to fuck when he came up to you with that look in his eyes. He wanted you so bad, I'm telling you." Lucy says as you both walk back to the subway station.

Getting back to your hotel room, Lucy quickly rummages through her luggage for something presentable to wear for Sunghoon.

"Good thing we got waxed for this trip." Lucy jokes as she pulls out an over-sized button-up and a pair of biker shorts.

"I'm gonna rinse off the sweat from the concert. Feel free to look through my clothes if you don't have anything." Lucy winks at you before walking into the bathroom.

It was currently 11:56pm. Your weverse notifies you that a member of Enhypen was now live. Unlocking your phone, you click on the notification that brings you to the app and into the live. On the screen pops up Heeseung with his birthday cake. He's dressed in a black hoodie with the hood up. His dangly earrings sway every time he moves his head.

His bare face takes your breath away as you realize that you will be meeting with this man in less than an hour. You quickly rummage through your luggage for something to wear as the live continues playing in the background. Opting for something casual yet easily accessible, you pull out a pair of spandex and a hoodie. Opting for the only matching set you brought with you, the lacy white set begs for you to wear it and finally get some action. You weren't even sure what possessed you to bring a lingerie set in the first place, but you thanked the gods you did.

Lucy comes out from the bathroom dressed in her button-up and shorts. Her hair had been recurled slightly to give it a little more volume. You could tell she had retouched her makeup as well.

"Heeseung is live right now. I'm gonna rinse off as well and change." You tell Lucy as you walk into the bathroom with your clothes.

Lucy immediately snatches your phone and watches the live. Giggling as she realized the other members had entered and began celebrating with him.

After you get ready and make sure you have all your things, Lucy dials the number on the card. It was currently 12:23 am. The person on the other line asks for the hotel name and says that a car would be ready for them in 10 minutes.

Nerves settle into the pit of your stomach as the time inches closer and closer.

"Am I really about to have a one night stand with Lee Heeseung?" You ask Lucy who only laughs at your question.

"Yes. You're about to get a taste of South Korea." She winks at you before pulling you out the door and towards the elevator.

The entire ride to the hotel had your stomach in twists. Nerves eating at you as you enter the hotel Enhypen and their staff were currently staying in. You play with the hem of your hoodie as you both ride the elevator up to the floor the members are currently staying on.

"Sunghoon is in room 70G, and Heeseung is in 72G." The staff member informs you both as you reach the 7th floor of the hotel.

"Thank you." You say to the staff member as you exit the elevator.

Lucy holds your hand tightly as you walk down the quiet hallway towards the rooms. Your eyes scan the numbers on the doors, searching for the one that currently occupies the idol who had asked to meet you. You both reach 70G first. Meaning Lucy will be leaving you alone for the rest of the night.

"Have fun." Lucy winks at you before knocking on the door.

A moment later, the door is being pulled open by none other than Park Sunghoon himself. His eyes glance over at you for a second before going back to Lucy.

"Hi." He says quietly as he opens the door a little wider for Lucy to enter.

Lucy gives you a thumbs up before stepping in. Sunghoon bows his head slightly to you before shutting the door behind Lucy.

You mentally curse at yourself as you awkwardly walk to the room with 72G plastered on its door. Taking in a deep breath, you bring your hand up to knock on the door. You hear shuffling and the sound of someone walking over before the door is being pulled open. Heeseung stands before you with his hood still on the way you had seen it when you were watching his live earlier.

"Hi." You manage to squeak out as Heeseung's eyes look you up and down.

A different look in them now compared to the sweet eyes you had seen on his live. He smirks slightly.

"Hi." He says back to you before stepping aside and pulling the door open wider to allow you entry.

You nervously step forward and enter the hotel room. Heeseung closes the door behind you both and leads you further into the room. You see the partially eaten cake sitting on the desk and the fallen balloons on the second bed.

"Uh, I just ended the live not too long ago, so don't worry about the camera." Heeseung reassures you as he points at the camera that sits on the tripod in front of the cake.

You already knew that because your phone had been playing his live the entire time you were on the way over. He had ended the live before you reached his door.

"No worries!" You smile up at the man before you.

His height towering over your small frame as you awkwardly shift from leg to leg. Heeseung chuckles before taking your bag from your hand and setting it on the table behind him.

"So, what's your name?" He asks you as he sits down on the rolling chair and gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

You follow his lead and sit down before stuffing your hands in your hoodie pockets out of nervousness. Heeseung was wearing a pair of gray sweats along with his black hoodie that looked so good on him. His face looked 10 times better bare. His smile sent arrows into your heart, whereas his smirks sent a chill down your spine.

"My name is (Y/n)." You tell him as your eyes dart around the room.

Heeseung finds you cute as you try not to make eye contact with him.

He chuckles before getting up from the chair and standing in front of you. Your eyes widen as you look up at him from your seated position. The tension filling the air quickly. His eyes hooded as he looked down at you with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

"You're very pretty." Heeseung compliments you.

He brings a hand up to cup the side of your face. Thumb pressed gently on your bottom lip.

"Is this okay?" He asks you.

You can't speak. Only nodding your head slightly.

"I need words, princess. Can I touch you?" He asks.

His voice two tones deeper than usual. The arousal clear in his eyes. You feel the butterflies swarming your stomach at the pet name.

"Yes." You say as you continue looking up at him with slightly wide eyes.

Heeseung smirks.

"Good girl." He says before pressing his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

You raise a hand up to wrap around his wrist gently. Closing your lips around his thumb, you suck on his finger. Heeseung chuckles at the sight of you.

"Are you gonna let me ruin you tonight, angel?" Heeseung pulls his thumb from your mouth to allow you to answer him.

"Yes, sir." You find yourself falling into submission for him rather quickly.

Heeseung's eyes darken at the name given to him.

"How do you like it, baby? I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable." Heeseung asks.

Reassuring you that he won't take advantage of you and will abide by your consent.

"I like it rough, sir. Wanna cry for you. Wanna make you feel good, sir." The confidence rising in you as Heeseung's eyes eat you up.

"Fuck." He groans before leaning down to crash his lips against your own.

Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping at the roots as one of his hands wraps around your throat gently, and the other slides up your hoodie to grip your waist. Pushing you down on the soft bed, lips smacking, teeth clashing, tongues colliding. The kiss is heated and messy as you both move further up along the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

Heeseung has his knees on either side of your hips, trapping you beneath him. His hand that grips your waist moves up slightly to touch the underside of your right boob. You sigh at the feeling of his some what rough hands on your skin.

"Take it off." Heeseung commands, gesturing to your hoodie.

You waste no time sitting up slightly to pull off your hoodie and toss it to the side. Your white lace bra cupping your tits perfectly on display for Heeseung to see. He moans slightly at the sight, his hands coming down to grope them.

"You look so pretty in white, angel. Is this all for me?" Heeseung asks.

You moan at his touch. Heeseung places kisses from your jaw down to your neck. Sucking harshly and leaving marks down your clavicle to your chest. One of his hands pulls down the lacy cup of the bra and frees your left breast. Nipples hard as your arousal kicks in. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

"Yes, sir. All for you." You moan out when he begins teasing your nipple.

Heeseung wraps his lips around the free breast, sucking and biting on your nipple while his other hand continues groping your other one. Giving both of your boobs plenty of attention. You feel the wetness pooling in your panties at the stimulation.

"So good, sir." You moan.

Praising Heeseung for the pleasure he's giving you.

Heeseung pulls away to slip off his own hoodie. Staring down at you with lust filled eyes. You admire his body. Lean and fit. His abs faintly showing and his v-line directing your eyes to his achingly hard cock straining against his sweatpants. Just the outline alone had you drooling. He was big. Long and thick.

Heeseung smirks down at you as he catches you shamelessly gawking over his naked torso.

You gulp slightly as you meet his dark eyes once again.

"You can touch me, angel." He chuckles.

Your hands move on their own accord as they roam down his chest. Feeling his hot skin beneath your palms. Every dip of his muscles. You were in absolute shock that you were touching one of your idols in this way.

Heeseung places a hand on your own, guiding you further down to where he wanted to feel you the most. Palming his hard on with your own soft hands, he groans at the contact.

"Was thinking about this the entire time I was performing. Saw you screaming so prettily for us. Wanted to hear you scream my name only." Heeseung tells you.

You gasp as he wraps your fingers around his clothed cock. Your thighs squeezing together underneath him.

"Wanna see you, sir. Wanna have my mouth full of you, please." You whine.

He smirks at your words.

"Anything you want, princess." Heeseung says before sliding off the bed to help you down on your knees.

You stare up at him through your lashes as you slide his sweatpants further down his hips and past his mid thigh. Dragging his briefs down with it. His aching cock springing up to gently slap at his lower stomach. The tip red and leaking with precum. His dick print did nothing in preparing you for his actual bare cock. It was a pretty pink with a few prominent veins from the base to the tip. He was long and fairly thick.

You lick your lips as you look up at Heeseung for permission to continue. He chuckles before pulling on your hair and holding it back for you.

"Go on, angel." Heeseung gives you the go.

You wrap a hand around his base, squeezing slightly to get a good feel of his weight. He hisses through his teeth when he finally feels your soft hands wrapped around him. His dark eyes never once leaving your dirty ministrations below him. You collect some saliva into your mouth before spitting on his cock. Using it as a lubricant to move your hand quicker up and down his dick. He groans as you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Sucking lightly and licking his slit. Your other hand comes up to grope his balls. Toying with them as your lips move further down his hard length. The feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him has Heeseung in a daze.

"Fuck. You're not an angel at all. You're just a filthy cock whore aren't you? Letting someone you don't even know fuck your mouth like this. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and ruin you for anyone else. Not even Jake would be able to please you like I will." Heeseung harshly says as he takes over and thrusts his cock down your throat.

You gag slightly at his sudden move. Not prepared yet to take him so far. Your eyes water as he pulls out of your mouth with his tip resting on your bottom lip. Heeseung smirks before slipping his cock back in your mouth, fucking your face for his own pleasure. You said you liked it rough so Heeseung was gonna give you just that.

You obediently sit on your knees and let him fuck your throat. Trying to relax your muscles as much as you could with him slipping further and further down. Your hands grip onto his flexed thighs, nails leaving an imprint on his fair skin as you try and breathe. The sounds of you gagging and Heeseung's groans fill the room entirely. You stare up at the man before you, looking god sent as he basks in the feeling of your mouth.

"Fuck me." He curses as he feels his orgasm approaching.

He looks down at your teary eyes, cheeks red and lips puffy. God, you looked so beautiful.

"Gonna cum for my cock whore. Are you gonna take it all, baby? Be my good girl?" Heeseung asks as his thrusts slow down slightly to grant you some mercy.

You nod your head, greedily sucking in as much air as you could before Heeseung decides to slip down your throat for much longer this time. Tears fall from your eyes at the sudden move. You couldn't breathe but you tried your best to get Heeseung to cum quickly.

He groans as he feels his orgasm washing over him. Releasing his cum down your throat.

"Fuck!" He moans out, throwing his head back at the feeling of his high.

He pulls out of your mouth, his cock still semi-hard as he watches you swallow his cum. A few drops dripping down your chin. Heeseung swipes his finger across your chin to pick up the rest of his cum that dripped past your lips. He slips his cum coated finger into your sore mouth, letting you suck the rest of it off. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out to show him that you had swallowed it all like a good girl.

"What a dirty whore." Heeseung smirks before pulling you onto your feet and crashing his lips against your own.

You whimper against his tongue that intrudes your mouth. Tasting you and his own cum on your tongue. His hands snake around your body and greedily unclasps your bra. You gasp against his lips at the feeling of your bare chest meeting the cool air of the room.

"The most perfect pair of tits I've ever seen." Heeseung compliments.

Pushing your body gently onto the bed, your back against the soft sheets. Heeseung pulls your shorts down, leaving you in nothing but your lace panties.

"I wanna taste you, baby. Will you let me have a taste?" He asks you as he lays in between your open legs.

Kissing up your soft thighs closer and closer to your needy core. You moan at the feeling of his soft lips against your warm skin.

"Yes, sir. Want you so bad. Please. Please. Please." You give him consent to eat you out.

Heeseung wastes no time in diving in. The sweet smell of you intoxicating his senses. He kisses your wet slit through your lace panties. The embarrassingly wet patch soaking through the thin fabric. Bringing his fingers up to your clothed pussy, he slips the thin material to the side allowing him to see your pretty pussy up close. Blowing slightly on your sensitive core, teasing you to wrap your thighs around his shoulders.

"Don't tease, sir. Please. Been so good for you." You beg him.

"Wanna take my time with you, angel. I don't know if I'll ever be able to have this pussy ever again." Heeseung says before licking a stripe up your folds to your clit.

Sucking on the sensitive bud, you moan out loud at the pleasure that travels up your spine. Your needy pussy finally getting the attention it wanted. Your right hand finds solace in Heeseung's hair, gripping harshly making Heeseung moan against your cunt. Your left hand grips onto the pillow you're currently laying on. The sweet pleasure sending you into a state of euphoria. You've never been the biggest fan of someone eating your cunt but the way Heeseung absolutely makes out with your pussy like it's the only thing he lives for has you on cloud nine.

"FUCK!" You scream out when you feel Heeseung's two fingers enter your tight hole.

His fingers curling just right against your warm walls. Lips sucking and tongue licking your pussy like a man starved. Heeseung watches your every expression. The way your eyes roll back and clench shut every time he sucks on your clit. How your head is thrown back when his fingers reach deeper inside of you. He probably enjoyed this more than you were. His cock already achingly hard once again at just your noises alone. The way you moan out curse words and his name.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to let you go after this. He was drunk on you and your body. The way it reacted to him had him praying he'd see you again after this.

You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as Heeseung sucks harshly on your clit.

"DON'T STOP! OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!" You tell Heeseung.

His fingers pump in slightly quicker to get you to reach your high. Heeseung is messy as he laps at your cunt. It only takes him one last pump of his fingers to have you tipping over the edge.

"FUCK ME!" You moan out as your legs shake around his shoulders.

Locking him in as he licks you through your orgasm. Your cum dripping out and around his fingers, staining his chin and the sheets below you both.

You whimper as the overstimulation settles in. Unlocking your weak legs from around his shoulders and pushing his head away from your sensitive pussy.

"Too much, sir." You weakly tell him.

The aftershocks of your mind blowing orgasm leaving you hazy.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, baby girl. Could eat you for the rest of my life." Heeseung says, sucking on his cum soaked fingers.

You bite your lip at the sight of him. His eyes are hooded and dark, his face filled with pure pleasure.

"Fuck me please, sir. Wanna feel your big cock stretching my pussy. It's all yours, sir. All for you, Heeseung." You whine.

Sitting up from your position, lips attaching to his once again to taste yourself on his tongue. Heeseung slips out of his sweats and briefs. Pumping his hard cock and pushing you back down on the bed. His lips never leaving your own as he pushes your knees up to your chest.

"Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you're cumming around my cock, princess. Wanna see you cry for me like you promised. Make me the happiest birthday boy, yeah?" Heeseung teases you.

"Yes, please. Wanna give you the best birthday gift, sir." You tell him.

Heeseung pulls out a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. Ripping the wrapper with his teeth, he rolls the condom onto his hard cock and aligns himself with your tight hole. You both gasp as the tip of his cock slips into your wet pussy. Not wanting to waste any more time teasing. Heeseung stares deeply into your eyes. Pushing your knees further down against your chest, he slips into you deeper. Moaning at the feeling of your tight and warm pussy wrapping around him, Heeseung slips a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes.

He bottoms out in your pussy, pushing all the way in in one swift movement. You whimper when you feel the tip of his cock push past your walls and kiss your cervix. He was definitely the biggest and thickest cock you've ever had. The slight pain quickly turning into pleasure.

"Please fuck me, sir. Want it rough. Wanna cum on your cock so bad." You say breathlessly as you stare into Heeseung's eyes.

"Fuck." Was all Heeseung could say before pulling out of your pussy and slamming back in to you roughly.

His hips move mercilessly as he thrusts into your soaking cunt at a pace that has you seeing stars. You weren't even sure where all this strength came from. He had just finished an almost 3 hour concert yet he was fucking into you like he had all the stamina in the world.

Heeseung's hand squeezes your neck tighter. His cock brushing against your womb with every thrust.

"So. Fucking. Tight." He groans out the words between each quick move of his hips.

The sound of skin on skin and your moans fill the hotel room. You completely forget that your best friend was also in the room next door probably also getting her back blown out by Sunghoon.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes!" You can't get a proper sentence out.

Heeseung was fucking you too good. It had been a while since you last got laid, but none of your past sexual partners could ever compare to Heeseung.

He truly was ruining you for anyone else.

"My dirty slut. Pussy so wet and welcoming for me. It's all mine. Say it. Say this pussy belongs to me." Heeseung let's his possessiveness run wild.

He knew you weren't his, but hearing you say it would push him closer to the edge. He needed to hear you say you were his.

"Fuck! It's all yours. This pussy is only yours." Your mind is hazy as the words spill out.

The tightening knot in your stomach about to break away. Tears fall from your glossy eyes as Heeseung tightens his hold around your throat.

"I can feel you clenching around me so tightly, princess. Are you gonna cum? Go ahead and cum all over me, baby. Wanna feel you cream my cock." Heeeseung says as he rests on his knees and pulls your hips higher to fuck into you at a different angle.

The change in position has the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot head-on. A loud moan rips from your throat at the new feeling.

"FUCK! I'm cumming." You let him know before you completely let go of the tight knot.

Your second orgasm washing over your body in waves. Thighs trembling by Heeseung's sides as both his hands move down to grip your waist tightly. He wasn't far behind you as he fucks you through your high and into overstimulation.

"Cum for me, sir. Please." Your eyes glossy, lips parted, and hair a beautiful mess against the white sheets.

Heeseung wishes he could take a picture of just how good you looked at this moment all fucked out on his cock.

"Shit." He moans out as he finally tips over the edge and cums into the condom.

His thighs clench tightly as he shoots his cum into the rubber. It flows out around the base of his cock and slides down the back of your thighs and to your ass. He couldn't believe he came so much that it leaked out from the condom. It's never happened with anyone else he's been with.

Letting your waist go, he leans down to connect your lips once again. This time, it was a little slower and more sensual. Not hungry or needy.

"Thank you." Heeseung says as he pulls away from you to stare at you.

You finally feel the shyness creeping back up on your face as you come out of your sex haze.

"For what?" You ask him after a few seconds of silence.

He smiles his dazzling smile down at you and pecks your lips.

"For giving me the best gift this year." He tells you.

You cover your face with your hands as the heat creeps onto your cheeks. Heeseung chuckles at your embarrassment and presses soft kisses to the backs of your hands and wrist. Gently prying your hands away so he could see you again.

He was still soft inside you, and you felt very sticky between your thighs, but you didn't mind because having Heeseung close to you like this was something you could only ever dream of.

"Let's get washed up, yeah? Then we'll figure out what to do next." He suggests.

You look up at him in slight shock. You expected him to just ask you to leave quietly after this, but his words insinuated he wanted to spend more time with you.

You agree to the washing up part, so Heeseung slips out of you and throws the used condom away. Heeseung asks you to join him in the shower, and so you do. He gently washes you and pampers you with soft kisses against your shoulders and neck. Making you cum for the third time that night on his fingers. Heeseung really couldn't get enough of you.

When you both finished and you were dressed in nothing but one of his large clean shirts, you two lay on the other bed in the room and get to know one another better.

You tell Heeseung about your job back at home, your family, your best friend that was currently still next door, and how you got into Enhypen.

Heeseung tells you stories of his life when he was a trainee, his time on I-Land, the other members, and even about his family.

You two were really getting close, and you hadn't even realized it was nearing 3 in the morning. Talking to Heeseung came easily. He wasn't judgemental and had a comforting aura that just made you feel welcome. You didn't feel like a fan and their idol.

Just you and Heeseung.

Two regular people.

"I don't think I can let you go after this." Heeseung tells you honestly as he looks over at you.

He had been playing with your fingers while you told him about a childhood story.

You feel your heart stop at that moment. Your eyes finding his own to see if he was just saying it to fuck with you or not. A nervous smile plays on his lips as he adverts his gaze to the ceiling. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you fully observe the actual beauty that makes up Lee Heeseung.

"I think we'll get in trouble if we keep in touch." You tell him.

He sighs and nods his head.

"I know. But.....you can keep a secret, right?" A mischievous look dances in his eyes as he finally looks over at you.

You smirk up at him.

"I didn't sign an NDA for no reason." You joke.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung smut #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung smut #enha smut #heeseung x reader

[slutforsjy]

“Can I be Layla’s Mom?”

Synopsis: You made Jake mad (?) and uncomfortable with your banner, so he invited you backstage to talk about it 😇

Genre: SMUT!

Pairing: Idol!Jake X Engene Fem!Reader

Warnings: Making out, blowjob, deepthroating, cum eating, spit kink, grinding, almost sex, pervert jake, nasty jake, dom jake, PURE FILTH!

Word Count: 3k +

a/n this is my first time writing pls bare with me 😭 also eng is not my first language so….rb and comment if you enjoy it 🥰

You and your friend, swept up in the pulsating energy of the crowd, singing along with your favorite group, etching memories that will forever linger in your mind. The venue is a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, with flashing lights illuminating the stage and electrifying the atmosphere.

Attending a concert had always been a dream, lured by the promise of electrifying vibes, enchanting ambiance, and the palpable connection with the performers, especially your favorite, Jake.

There were so many banners and signs around for enhypen to read and yours were the one that caught the attention of the members.

It says….

“JAKE! CAN I BE LAYLA’S MOM?” with a picture of him and Layla that he posted on twitter.

For the rest of the members they thought it was funny, but for Jake, it sparked a different reaction. The moment he saw you waving that banner, it was at first funny to him at least, until his gaze traveled from your face down to your tight ass dress pushing your breast out a little bit, his reaction shifted.

You tried to catch his attention more as you started jumping, shouting, singing, and dancing not knowing how your boobs wiggle in front of him. His jaw clenched at the sight and you didn’t miss the way he licked his lips. Of course, your fans around you went crazy duh 🙄 but for you? you can’t seem to read what was that expression.

As the concert drew to a close, with each member delivering their heartfelt messages to the crowd, your eyes remained fixated on Jake. When he finished speaking, you seized the opportunity to capture his attention once more, by showing him your banner. However, instead of amusement, you sensed a flicker of irritation in his demeanor. You saw him cock his head looking annoyed by your actions as he diverted his gaze over to the other side of the stage and started waving at the fans instead.

You got worried, fearing that your playful gesture may have crossed a line and maybe it’s not an inappropriate banner for you to show him in the first place. But you just shrugged it off as you put your banner inside your bag and just enjoy the rest of the concert.

Everything inside the venue happens so quickly, and clearly, you don’t want to go home especially that your bias is mad at you. During their encore, you never miss a time when jake steals a look from you. He would look at you with a sharp eyes and then look at somewhere else when you catch him looking directly at you.

At this point you are so worried maybe because you truly made him uncomfortable with that stupid banner.

You’re so stupid!

Consumed by guilt and disappointment, you didn’t enjoy the rest of the concert. You really feel like crying, wanting to apologize to Jake which makes it worse as the thought of never meeting him again hits you and you’re never gonna have a chance to tell him that you’re sorry.

Once they bid their final goodbye, a wave of melancholy washed over you watching how the stage slowly closes hiding the seven most precious human beings for you.

“Bitch what was going on with you and jake?” you were jolted by your friend’s sudden question

See? Your friend noticed it too!

“Right? I really don’t know what I did wrong” you screamed, the weight of uncertainty pressing upon you.

“Dude he stares at you like he’s going to kill you” she says jokingly, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Damn! maybe i made him uncomfortable with my banner” your friend nodded noting how you didn’t use your banner at the latter part of the concert.

For the record, it wasn’t your intention to make anyone uncomfortable especially Jake, you made it for fun! even you friends and the other members find it funny. How is it not funny for Jake too!

As the crowd dispersed, your friends lingered for a final photo, offering a brief distraction from your swirling thoughts. Lost in the digital snapshots of the evening, you were startled by an unexpected interruption.

“Excuse me” he says tapping your shoulder.

You thought it was another engene asking you to take a photo of them but to your surprise you saw what is written in his shirt.

‘STAFF’

“Uhm sorry we’re actually done taking photo, we’ll head out quickly after this” you smiled at him.

You are about the go out of the venue when he calls you again.

“Uhm actually someone wants to see you…… at the backstage” You are so shocked and confused.

“W-what? Why?” your asked nervously

“Just go there, he just wants to talk to you” he then walked away shooting you a smile afterwards

“He?” both of you exclaimed

“Girl what the fuck is goin~?!” you cut your friend off and went immediately to follow the staff

You left your friend there and just shouted to her to just meet you at the hotel.

You’re so nervous walking towards the staff in front of you as he pointed at the door telling you to go inside.

Stopping in front of the door, heart racing, thinking if you should go inside or not.

Just by looking at the door, you think it is a storage room or whatever. You spent few minutes guessing what or WHO could be inside this room.

Once you got the courage to open the door, you were so shocked from what you see.

There you saw Jake,

manspreading, both arms on the head rest of the couch, staring at you with a smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down while licking his lips.

Wearing his soundcheck outfit earlier!

Your knees started trembling, seeing those gaze he gave you earlier at the stage as you nervously averted your gaze to look around the small room.

But this isn’t the time to be nervous, and so you brushed off your own thoughts and say hi and tell him how he did well.

“Hi Jake, i really enjoyed the concert, i can’t believe you called me i~” you were cutted as you heard him speak by his deep voice with thick accent

“come here” he commands while tapping his thigh

You blinked for a while as you look at him confused

“i said come here” his tone is very commanding and scary

You slowly walk towards him and he immediately grabbed your wrist and draw circles on it using his thumb

“so…” he paused looking at you directly in the eye

“you wanna be layla’s mom” that devilish smirk perked up on his beautiful lips once again

You gulp nervously at the question you knew that this was about the banner

“look Jake im sorry i didn’t mean to make you~” he shush you

“you know how hard it was for me to hide a fucking boner?” he raised his eyebrows at you

“what?” you ask sincerely looking at his bulge

He took your hand once again and guided it to palm his hard cock through his pants.

“JAKE!!” you shouted his name and step back a little bit taken aback from what he did.

GOD IT’S HUGE 😭

He smirked again from your reaction as he let go of your hands and quickly removed his glasses and leather jacket leaving him only with tank top perfectly flexing his biceps and showing his toned chest through the tight material.

You tried not to look at his body but failed anyways

“So” he licked his lips and started placing both of his hands at the back of his head, spreading his legs even more to pull you closer to him.

Youur mouth waters from the sight alone and jake noticed it and smirked again for the hundredth time.

“To be layla’s mom, first you should know how to suck my dick” he looked up to you waiting for your response

Your eyes widened from what you heard.

“WHAT?!!” you’re so confused right now

“can you make me feel good” palming his hard cock through his pants, once again biting his lips, and winking at you. “I want someone who can take care of my cock too, you think you can do that?”

This is guy is so perv but you love it. It’s not all the time that you could suck a dick like jake’s 🤷‍♀️

You don’t know what’s going on with your mind as you nodded to him slowly kneeling down and you put both of your hands on either side of his thighs

“that’s a good girl” he said patting your head as he tucked your hair behind your ears

You can’t really talk right now. All you can think of is HIS cock and the taste of his cum.

Without any hesitation you immediately reached for his pants unzipping it in no time. He lifted his lower body so you could pull down his pants together with his boxers.

You gulped at the sight in front of you, it’s average in length but what shocked you the most is its thickness, it’s fat FAT!

You tried to scan his fat cock a little bit more as you also noticed how veiny it is. Well this isn’t so shocking for you because you see how veiny his hands are.

You can’t help but to lick your lips as you can’t really wait to savour his cock. You’re basically drooling over his cock. “you like what you see baby? why don’t you show me how you like it hmm?”

You wasted no time putting your pretty lips around the tip of his cock

You hummed as you try to please him with only the head

He leaned against the couch and put his hands at the back of his head

HE IS SO HOT! you were so turned on at the sight of him looking down at you with smile, biting his lips and his armpit on full display.

You try to taste every inch of his fat cock starting from the head, you started sucking it like your life depends on it. He guided your hands into his balls implying you to massage it.

He can’t help but buck his hips wanting to hit your throat immediately.

After a few minutes of sucking and licking just the tip you gave it a few more peck while looking at him still looking down at you with a smirk as he caress your cheeks

You tilt your head and work on the base of his cock this time. You gave it a long lick from his balls to the top of its head. You could literally feel in your tongue the bumps of his veins running through his cock. HE TASTES SO GOOD!

“baby i want more, please suck it more” he whined getting boring with your way of pleasuring him.

You got sad cuz you want to take your time, to WORSHIP his cock. But this isn’t about you, so upon hearing his words you’re eager to please him more, to SATISFY him.

You started by spitting on top of his cock as you locked eye contact with him. You saw him nodding at you flashing his eyebrows encouraging you to do more.

You worked your mouth down on his pretty cock reaching the back of your throat in one go earning a few cuss from his him.

“fuck that’s it, so fucking tight and warm ahh..” he grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down a little bit more.

He guided you as you bobbed your head up and down aggressively until you choked out loud, causing you to immediately pull his hands off of your head and let go of his cock for a second.

You looked at him with teary eyes, catching your breath, signaling for a pause.

“im sorry baby did i go too hard?” he asked while tracing your lips with the head of his cock STILL smirking.

“just a few more, i know you can take it” he leaned down to lick the corner of your lips where your saliva is dripping and asked “right baby?”

damn he’s so hot and nasty 😵‍💫 but you like it. You like how he’s being rough with you

“please” he says with puppy eyes

and who are you to ignore his cock?

“stick your tongue out for me please”

As the cock slut you are you stuck your tongue out as he placed his heavy cock on top of your tongue rubbing it slowly.

You both stayed like this for a while feeling the heaviness of his cock while he says a few reminders.

“when i cum down this mouth i want you to swallow all of it, understood?” you badly want to make this the best blowjob he will ever get, so you immediately lick the tip of his cock as a response while nodding

“fuck” he hissed at your actions and pulled you out of his cock by your hair and held your chin up

“you can’t wait huh? you really want my cum?” he says slapping his cock against your cheeks

All you can do is to nod at him, your eyes watching how he hits your face with his cock tapping it all over your face harder and harder spreading his pre-cum

He teases you like this for a few seconds as you go after his dick sniffing it and catching it with your mouth

He chuckles while looking at you so desperate looking like a dog going after its toy “Slut!” he slapped it one last time against your cheeks and started patting your head

“good girl, now open up i’ll go hard okay?” he stands up, forcefully gripping your jaw using his one hand and spat on your mouth which you gladly took and swallow like it’s yours.

“god you’re making me crazy” without a warning he shoved his cock all the way in to your throat. You looked at him with teary eyes while he harshly fuck your throat like there’s no tomorrow.

He pulls out for a second to give you a break as he pats your head and caress your cheeks “so good for me, taking me so well”

“please fuck my mouth jakey” you beg

“oh baby i will” you try your best not to choke as he picked up his pace this time. You gripped around his legs as a support as he uses your mouth like a flesh light with every hard thrust letting a sinful moans and grunts from him.

You keep sucking, using your tongue to rub the underside of his dick that's filling up your mouth. He pulls your hair again causing you to moan around his dick and you close your eyes, only to feel a slap on your cheek.

You open your eyes and look up at him to see him looking down at you with a frown, hand still on your jaw. " You're gonna keep looking at me got it?" He said, his thrusts never faltering. You hummed in agreement and his smirk returns.

“ughh fuck this mouth so good for me” he thrusts slowly but deeper this time angling his hips.

“you like this huh? such a good girl for me yeah?” he asked mouth wide open and eyes squinting as pleasure takes over his body.

You stay like that for a few more minutes, unmoving as Jake uses your mouth for his pleasure, swallowing saliva and precum, until you feel his grip in your hair get tighter and his thrusts gets deeper.

“Im close baby, remember what i told you?” he says as his speed increases, the sounds of you choking and gagging bringing his climax ever closer.

You felt him grabbed your head with both of his hands as his thrusts started to get sloppy and shallow indicating for him to reach his climax.

Hearing his sexy moans and gasps made your pussy clench around nothing. So you tried to reach for your pants and work your own orgasm.

Jake is too lost on his mind to even notice how youre trying to pleasure yourself. With that he just continues to punish your pretty little mouth mercilessly.

“ah fuck! fuck! fuck! im cumming, ah” he cried so loud enough for people outside the room to hear

With few more thrust he buried your head against his cock, the tip of your nose hitting his pelvis as he shoot his load to the back of your throat as you hollow your cheeks even more getting all the cum out of his cock.

You looked at him head thrown back, furrowed eyebrows, mouth wide open moaning out loud, body twitching, and gasping for air. His face says it all.

You felt his dick twitch one last time as he shots his 6th cumshot in to your throat, some spilling down your mouth.

He thrusts one last time to make sure all of his cum goes down your throat.

“fuck” he fell down the couch sweat all over his face looking at you proudly as you showed him how you eat and swallow all of his load~draining him.

“fuck i came a lot, didn’t I?” he moves closer to your face as he brought his thumb to wipe off the remaining of his cum on your chin and shove it back inside your mouth.

You hummed sucking his thumb while looking at him, your pussy is now forgotten as you came just from tasting his seeds.

“good girl” you’ve lost count on how many times did Jake called you that. It boosts your ego.

You started getting up on your knees, and grabbed your things, and the reality just hits you now. You can’t process what just happened “jake i have to go, thank y~”

You were cut off once again

“wait” you glanced over him as you see him get something from his bag

He walk over you still with his cock hanging between his legs and hand you a piece of paper~with his contact number written on it.

You find him cute on how he just stood there, smiling at you like a puppy as if he didn’t just choked your life out earlier.

He leaned closer to your ear as he grabbed the back of your neck and whispered something to you

“i still don’t know your name, pretty” he said in a flirty and sexy tone making you wet once again.

You were about to say your name when you felt him bit your ears.

“Jake uhmm wait” you tried to stop him as his mouth went its way down to your neck sucking it desperately.

“mhmm jake please” you cried tilting your head to give him more access to your neck

It took a while before jake got his senses back as he stared at the mark on your neck proudly with a smirk.

“so…how do you want me to call you baby” he looked at your eyes

“y/n” you said voice shaking

“what a sexy name” he says with a raspy voice squeezing your ass up pressing your clothed pussy on his once again hard cock

“feel that y/n?” you moaned as you feel his cock against you with your pants the only boundary. At this point, both of you are so hungry and desperate for each other. You follow the rhythm of his body, grinding against him.

He grabed you by your head and started lapping, eating, devouring, the entirety of your mouth almost licking all parts of your face. Making you gasp and open your lips for him. But he doesn’t gave you time to catch your breath as he pushed his tongue inside your mouth feeling him suck on your tongue harshly. You placed both of your hands on his shoulder as you try to kiss him back with the same intensity. You continued for a few more minutes exchanging salivas while still grinding against each other until you heard a knock from the door calling for Jake.

You pulled back from the kiss and saliva dripped down your lips but Jake is too quick to catch it with his own tongue. Licking your chin all the way up to the tip of your nose. He groaned, disappointment evident from his face.

“Damn baby you’re so hot, but i need to go” he said while putting his Calvin Klein underwear back on together with his pants.

“call me by the number i gave you…” he thrusts in to you one last time…

“Im going to MAKE you a mom” he whispers pecking your lips one last time

Leaving you dumb and speechless

Leaving your pussy dripping from your second orgasm

Leaving you wanting for more

Leaving you curious about his last words~

THE END

HI! OMG thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoy 🥹

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[ky-yk]

eve, psyche, and… (hyj x f!reader)

a sequel to “delicate (hyj x f!reader)”

genre: fluff || word count: 2.4k

author’s note: you asked, i delivered. hope u enjoy this one, fruit baskets 🫶🫨

you weren’t a k-pop stan. not by a long shot.

yet here you were, in seoul, seated as close to the stage as you could be for le sserafim’s flame rises concert.

you sat patiently waiting for the show to start with your bucket hat resting low on your head and your banner on your lap. to pass the time, you started mindlessly using your phone.

soon enough, you ended up looking through your conversations with jen and reminiscing on how far you two had come.

after sending jen that dm, you pocketed your phone and continued your journey back to your hotel. as soon as you arrived, your phone connected to the wifi and came alive with notifications from friends and family asking about how the concert went. you put your phone down and instead decided to get on with your evening routine before replying to them.

as you settled in bed, you skimmed through your friends' and family's messages.

however, one notification caught your eye.

jenaissante: well well well

you smiled to yourself as you finally read the message. the girl was online as well and must’ve seen you read her message because you then saw a text bubble pop up beside her profile picture, the three dots bouncing around in anticipation.

jenaissante: wait wait not here 😭

suddenly, you receive another notification: a follow request from what appeared to be her private account.

jenaissante: let’s talk there instead

itsyn: alright then 😭

after accepting her follow request and following her back, you dm’d her again.

itsyn: so

itsyn: a k-pop idol, huh?

you barely slept a wink that night because you spent the whole time talking to jen—yunjin. laying on your stomach while hugging the pillow beneath you, you and her talked about anything and everything until the post-concert exhaustion caught up with you.

the other girl must’ve noticed you’d passed out, because as she sat at the airport and waited to board, she chuckled to herself before typing one last message for the night.

pas.un.ange: good night, y/n.

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself as you pocketed your phone, paying attention to your surroundings instead and taking it all in: people settling into their seats, the excited chatter of fans (fearnots? is that what they’re called?), and just the sheer scale of the production. you had a vague idea of just how huge jen was, but seeing it in person was surreal.

quite the superstar you are, huh, jen?

before the show began, you picked your lightstick up from your bag, as well as your battery pack, and put them together just in time for the lights to dim as everyone else raised their lightsticks and cheered in excitement. you looked around at the scene, a sense of pride washing over you as you happily hollered with the crowd.

an intro video played on screen, signaling the start of the show. as each member appeared on screen for the first time, the crowd went wild, making you chuckle at first before joining the ruckus.

soon enough, though, yunjin appeared on screen.

and any scream that was due to come out of your throat died in its wake, instead leaving you slack-jawed at the sight of your seatmate in all her idol glory -- dressed to the nines and her once bright and wide eyes now glaring into your soul.

this wasn't jen. this was huh yunjin.

before you knew it, the vcr had ended, and the screens were splitting to make way for the five-piece to take the stage -- much to the excitement of the whole crowd. as soon as their silhouettes were clear, the crowd only hollered more (and further justified the $35 you spent on earplugs).

soon enough, both the spotlight and the cameras were on them for all to see. you looked on in awe at your seatmate now taking the stage for herself. not long after, the girls got in formation, and you could hear the buildup to their latest single blasting over the speakers.

"unforgiven, i'm a villain, i'm a."

the show was on.

you'd lost count of how many times your jaw dropped at just how impressed you were. before the concert, you were only vaguely familiar with the group. you'd think that as jen's friend, you'd be up to date on all their latest releases and shenanigans, but you made it clear to her that you wanted to get to know her outside of her idol life and career.

that lead to you basically receiving a crash course in all things le sserafim as the concert went on. you'd gotten familiar with the members and their idol personas, their insane discography, their overflowing talent, and their undeniable charm.

some members more so than others.

what's that called again? a bias?

you knew jen was talented. you knew she sang and played the guitar, you knew she had a few original songs under her belt (even sneaking you peeks at some unreleased ones), and you knew she'd spent a large chunk of her life training to become an idol.

but seeing her here right now? guitar in hand and performing an unreleased song under the harsh spotlight for her solo stage after singing and dancing with unrivaled charm for multiple songs back to back? you knew she was born to perform.

soon enough, it was time for the encore.

and it was your time to shine.

seeing the girls come back out and stylishly wearing their tour merch, you perked up and readied your sign. after a few words from the members, the telltale synths of flash forward came on the speakers as yunjin opened the song and started walking around the stage to interact with fans.

as you saw her come closer, you raised your sign even higher to try and grab her attention. she was smiling and waving at the fans beside you, but soon enough, she looked in your direction and took notice of your sign.

and then you.

you peeked out from under your bucket hat and made eye contact with the girl. you laughed at her bewildered expression before she pointed at herself and mouthed, "my wife?"

you responded with a sheepish shrug as she chuckled at you and gave you an easy smile that she must've realized lingered a little too long because she then moved on to the other fans around you and finally left your side of the stage.

you stood with your sign as the other members stopped by your side of the stage. when you locked eyes with them, they all looked some semblance of surprise -- as if they recognized you. jen must've told them about me, huh? you hope none of the fans around you saw their reactions to you. this is not how i want to get famous...

soon enough, though, the confetti popped as the girls took their final bows, not before shedding a few (a lot) tears, though.

that you took way too many pictures of.

for a rainy day, you know?

you sat back down and waited for the rest of the crowd to leave. when you noticed your own seatmates getting up to go, you followed their lead. with their chatter as your background noise, you turned your phone on and connected to your pocket wifi as your notifications came pouring in.

from a certain k-pop idol.

pas.un.ange: i didnt imagine that right

pas.un.ange: you were here??

pas.un.ange: where are u staying btw

pas.un.ange: also

pas.un.ange: my wife? 😳

you shook your head and chuckled to yourself at her shenanigans as you made your way out of the arena and towards the subway station. you replied to each of her messages just before your train arrived. you pocketed your phone and settled in, letting the exhaustion just barely take over you before you could reach your stop.

as you stepped out into the cool seoul evening, you absent-mindedly walked back to your hotel and were just about to go inside, but not before a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"damn, not even a hug from my wife?"

you looked up in surprise at jen, wrapped up in her huge coat with her hands in her pockets as she laughed at how your droopy eyes suddenly went wide. she walked closer, but not before you could crash into her, wrap your arms around her waist, and hug her tight. taken by surprise at the sudden contact, she returned the hug and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"you've got time for a snack run?" you heard her ask. you nodded against her chest, feeling it rumble as she chuckled.

"ja, let's go," she said before letting you go and walking into the convenience store located right beside the hotel entrance with you trailing right behind her.

you both scoured the aisles and picked up some ramyeon for you both to share. after taking your pick, though, you both kept exploring the store for more items either of you might want to pick up.

soon enough, you made it to the back of the store where they kept their drinks in rows of refrigerators. you opened a fridge, being greeted by an assault of cold air, and picked up a bottle of coke zero, before hearing her call out to you.

"yah, y/n, come here!" she said, looking up at the mirror on the corner ceiling, her phone ready to take pictures. you shook your head in playful disbelief as you saddled up beside her and had your mini photoshoot.

you sat patiently by the window as she paid and cooked your food (at her insistence). you broke out of your reverie when the smell of your ramyeon attacked your senses.

"something on your mind?" she asked as she took the seat beside you, put your drinks down, and offered you a pair of chopsticks that you then took.

"do your managers know you're here?"

"what they don't know won't kill them," she shrugged before you smacked her shoulder.

"hey! i'm kidding, of course they know I'm here. how else do you think i got here before you did?"

"and you're not worried about getting caught?"

"i'd say i'm conspicuous enough. it helps that i'm speaking english."

you thought about it for a second before resigning, breaking your chopsticks apart, and mixing the ramyeon.

"i still can't quite believe you're here."

"you did amazing, by the way. all of you. send my regards to the girls later, they were lovely."

"what was your favorite part?" she asked nonchalantly.

"oh, probably when kazuha--"

"yah!"

"i'm kidding! hm..." you hummed, as if deep in thought.

"probably when my bias noticed my sign."

"yeah?"

"oh yeah, kazuha is so much prettier up close,"

"if you want i cou--"

"she's nothing compared to you, though." it was your turn to cut her off with a hand to her bicep. the words die in her throat as she visibly flusters. she clears her throat and changes the subject.

seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into an hour, and soon enough, jen's phone starts buzzing.

"yeoboseyo? ne... ah ne." with the way her face falls, you can only imagine what the conversation was about. she puts her phone down and lets out a deep sigh.

"i think i have to go, manager-nim's been waiting up on me for a while now."

you hum in understanding. "send my regards to your manager, too, i feel bad for keeping him this long."

you both start arranging your trash into a pile. jen moves to stand, and you're just about to do the same, but not before you feel a weight slumped behind you, burying its face in your neck.

"i dont wanna go," you can barely make out, causing you to chuckle.

jen gets up from the awkward position and stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her front to your back. your eyes widen at the contact and you hope that if she catches your face burning, she assumes it's just because of the ramyeon you both had. she rests her chin on your shoulder and sighs.

you feel her right arm leave its spot on your waist and disappointment bubble up for a second before she hands you her phone. "come on, let's take a few pictures."

"you love your pictures, huh?"

"i don't know when i can see you again."

you hummed as you opened her camera and she wrapped her arms around your waist again, cuddling in closer than you thought was even possible for the picture. you kept spamming the shutter as she kept nuzzling closer to you, even feeling her nosing your neck at some point.

after saying your goodbyes to the lovely register, you both walked out into the cold night, the blast of air waking you both up better than any cup of coffee could. in front of your hotel, a lone black van was parked.

you walked side by side, bumping into each other as you walked to the front of your hotel. jen stopped in her tracks, and you took that as a sign to walk in front of her.

"well, i guess this is me."

"i think i've seen this film before, haven't you?" she jokes, trying to lighten the mood. you chuckled.

"you're right, it does feel familiar," you say as you take a step closer to her.

it was your turn to hold her by the biceps and tiptoe to whisper in her ear.

"only this time, i wonder if i'll like the ending."

before you could pull away, jen throws all caution into the cold wind and cups your cheeks to take your breath away in a searing kiss. frozen at first, you soon relax into the kiss and place your hands on her waist to return the kiss. eventually, you both barely pulled away, leaving tiny pecks before completely separating.

jen's eyes open a little bit, looking a little dazed before seemingly snapping out of it. she drops her arms and takes a step back, suddenly looking super flustered and awkward -- scratching her neck and finding the post behind you so fascinating with how hard she was staring at it. you chuckled and stepped closer to give her a peck on the cheek.

"see you around, jen. get home safe," you tell her before disappearing into your hotel lobby.

"bye y/n," she whispers into the night before finally making her way into her van.

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[niki-phoria]

I WANT TO GIVE YOU EVERYTHING

pairing: idol!niki x idol!male reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 465

includes: established relationship, idol au

the stage lights overhead burn into niki’s skin as he stares out at the seemingly endless sea of fans below. stray confetti coats the ground in splotches of colour beneath his feet. he unconsciously rocks on the balls of his feet, occasionally leaning down to wave at nearby fans or offering small comments in response to his hyung’s speeches. 

niki stands near the corner of the stage, watching as the led screens behind them pan between the members and various fans in the crowd below. he pauses when heeseung’s laughter cuts through the cheers, turning back to send a questioning glance in jake’s direction. 

“niki,” sunghoon laughs, pointing at a fan in the crowd. “an engene wants to steal y/n from you.”

niki squints, leaning towards the direction of sunghoon’s hand. amidst the various concert banners he had seen being sold just outside of the venue and handmade signs with declarations of love stands a fan holding up a poster with something different - a few pictures of you with big black letters decorating the space around your face: NIKI, CAN I STEAL Y/N’S HEART?

he dramatically falters, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. jake stands beside him; one of his arms lazily slung over niki’s shoulder. “do you have anything to say about this?” he asks, holding his microphone up to the boy’s lips akin to a reporter. 

“i’m hurt,” he laughs, shaking his head in mock disbelief. his hyung’s laughter mix with his own as the noise continues to echo loudly throughout the packed concert arena - much to the enjoyment of the fans filling the stadium. 

niki can’t help the smile that threatens to overtake his features as he raises his own microphone to his lips. “you really want to take y/n from me?” he chuckles. “are you sure you can handle him?”

another roar of excitement spreads through the crowd at his words. various shouts of “of course!” and “give me a chance!” are just barely loud enough for him to hear. 

niki smiles, his gaze drifting back to the small poster of you. he’s sure you’ll be more than prepared to tease him once he returns to their hotel for your daily facetime call - the thought making his smile even brighter despite his halfhearted attempts to hide it. “wow, you’re really gonna keep y/n from engene?” sunoo teases, nudging niki’s shoulder with his own. 

“they even asked for permission!” jay laughs, spurring on even more cheers from the crowd.  

“i guess we can share,” niki sighs in mock defeat, dramatically dropping his shoulders. beside him sunoo laughs - the sight just enough to amplify the crowd’s reaction even further. “just make sure to give him back, okay? he’s still mine.”

“of course, of course,” jungwon snickers.

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[watermelonlovershigh]

💦 Wet in Brazil 🇧🇷 (SMUT)

AN: so originally i was gonna make this fluffy where harry is super cold from the rain and after the concert you help bathe him in a warm shower. well, lets just say that didn't happen and something much greater happened.

This story contains: being h word, making out, shower sex in 2 different positions, female cunnilingus, eating of cums, after care

{ husbandrry - soft!harry - current harry era }

word count- 2,525

After seeing Harry on stage wet from the rain in Brazil, you become really horny and that leads to some intense shower sex when you get back to your hotel.

You'd say you have a fairly normal sex drive. You don't crave sex twenty-four seven but when you do get that rush of blood that surges through your pussy, its strong and nearly painful if its not taken care of rather quickly. Luckily for you, you have a wonderful husband that will satisfy your every sexual need, no questions asked.

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Tonight was going like every other night when Harry has a concert. You standing off to the side of the main stage, watching him prance around while singing his little heart out. But after about the third song it started to rain. Jeff, Harry's manager and friend, handed you a poncho so you wouldn't get your clothes wet. You were thankful because you in fact didn't want to stand in wet clothes for the remainder of the show.

On the other hand, Harry had no choice but to get wet. At first you worried that he'd stop the show because he was getting his expensive outfit and styled hair wet, but he was having a blast. The rain didn't stop him from giving the crowd his absolute best performance. Harry embraced the rain.

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The further the show went on the more and more you noticed Harry looking extremely sexy. Well he always looked sexy in your opinion but sometimes he looked extra sexy. Just something about his tan skin glistening under the stage lights from the rain and his hair no longer in the perfectly styled curls but more so wet, flat ringles hanging in his face. Dare you so, it had your pussy throbbing.

And what made this little issue of yours even worse was when Harry sang certain songs, he'd turn towards you and give you innocent cheeky grins or those seductive eyes that only you can pick up on. You had to stand with your legs crossed for the remainder of the show just to soothe the ache between your legs.

The only thing that got you through the rest of the concert was the knowledge of knowing half the people in the crowd wanted to fuck your husband, guys and girls, but you were the one who actually gets to do it. You were the only one Harry wanted to fuck as well. That thought alone made your horniness levels skyrocket but you knew that once he got off stage he'd help you with that.

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As soon as Kiwi was over with and Harry scampered his way backstage, you made a beeline backstage yourself to go find your husband. When you do see him, he's being handed a towel to at least dry his face off with but you don't care. You run towards him and jump in his arms, legs wrapping around his slender waist and arms around his neck.

It causes Harry to stumble backwards a foot or two before he mutters, "Woah love, what's this for?" If its a special night like the night he got his banner for fifteen consecutive nights at MSG or him headlining Coachella he expects this time of affection, but tonight wasn't anything too special. Other then he hasn't got to play in Brazil in quite a few years.

Knowing people are around, you whisper in his right ear, "Wanna go back to the hotel, really, really bad. Need you." The first sentence you whispered didn't tell Harry much of what your problem was. He thought you may not be feeling good. But the second sentence told him everything he needs to know. You needed him, in other words, you're horny and need him to take care of your horny needs.

Harry just giggles at your confession and turns his head so only you can hear before whispering back, "Alright, alright. My eager baby. Ten minutes top and we'll be outa 'ere. Let me say goodnight to everyone and I'll get the driver to pull 'round back."

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As soon as you step foot into your hotel room, Harry is stripping his wet clothes off. The ride back to the hotel was super uncomfortable with his soaked clothes sticking to his skin but also the boner he's now rocking after your confession to him earlier. Harry is a giver and a giver's favorite thing to hear is that they are needed. So by you saying you needed him, it turned him on pretty much instantly.

The wet clothes are left in a pile on the hotel floor which isn't the best idea because he knows Harry Lambert will gripe about it tomorrow but he couldn't care less right now. He needed to fuck you. Now butt ass naked, Harry comes towards you and pins you against the wall by the door. You waste no time in leaning your head upwards and crashing your lips with his. The kiss is anything but gentle.

Your teeth clink together as you both fight for dominance. Tongues caressing each others while you swallow the others moans. You feel Harry's hands come down and start to unbutton your jeans and you're thankful because you don't know how much longer you could have lasted in them. You take it upon yourself to lift your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss for only a second.

After your jeans are undone, Harry tugs them down your legs and you unclip your bra, freeing your full breasts. That leaves you standing with only your underwear on. Harry pulls away from your mouth so he can kneel down and take your panties off when he notices something. "Fuck," he groans as he sees the damp patch on your underwear, "you soaked through your panties, baby. All for me? Seein' me wet on stage got you all wet didn't it?"

You nod quickly in agreement and spit out while looking down at his crouched body, "Yes, yes, now fuck me, please. Can't wait any longer."

Harry hurries in pulling down your last article of clothing before standing back to his feet and helps you to jump up and latch onto his body. Now both completely naked, he carries you into the hotel bathroom where he plans to fuck you in the shower. You can feel his hard cock brush against your pussy as he walks and it causes a moan to erupt out your mouth. Your clit is so sensitive and swollen that one slight touch to it could cause you to orgasm.

He has to put you back down to your feet to adjust the water temperature but as soon as the shower is nice and warm, he lifts you up again and carries you inside the glass door, closing it behind him. As the water pours down onto his back, Harry carefully presses your back into the tile wall and leans his head in, kissing down your jawline and towards your mouth.

Into the kiss, you whine desperately, "Please baby, need you so bad."

"Shhh, love, I've got you. You know I always take care of you, don't you. Gonna make you feel so good." Harry replies before going back to fully kissing you. He snakes down his right hand and first runs his fingers over your pussy, just double checking if you're wet enough. He can never be too safe when it comes to making sure you only experience pleasure.

When he in fact feels how wet you are for him, Harry grabs ahold of his shaft and with a tug or two, positions it at your entrance. You're so eager that you take it upon yourself to push your hips forward and that causes his entire dick to slide right into you. "Oh, fuck!." you moan while throwing your head back. That leaves Harry's lips level with your neck which he starts to take advantage of. Him still holding you up with each hand under your thick thighs and ass.

As Harry begins to kiss and suck on your damp neck, his hips start to thrust back and then forward. He's so thick and long that it causes your toes to curl where you have them locked behind his back, right above his white ass. "You're so tight, love. Feels so fuckin' good." Harry mutters against your wet skin. His words almost make you lose the strength to keep yourself wrapped around his body.

"Ugh," you moan, lifting your head forward to glance at his face, "I'm gonna come." At the angle he's fucking into you in, it's direct stimulation to your g-spot and the repetitive nudging of it, you can't help how fast your release is approaching.

"Already?" Harry questions with surprise in his tone. He didn't realize you were this turned on. You see him wet all the time. Whether that's him getting out the shower or bathtub. Or him swimming in the summertime. So he doesn't know why him getting wet on stage due to some rain has you this horny.

"Yeah, I.....," you begin but are cut off by your orgasm. It even shocks you how fast it approaches. Normally it takes you a few minutes to come from penetration alone, sometimes not coming at all unless you have clit stimulation, but tonight something inside you was different. Harry doesn't stop fucking you as he brings you through your orgasm. Your chest is heaving and your pussy contracting around his cock has Harry's knees nearly buckling to the floor.

As you start to come down from your high, you're about to apologize for coming so soon when Harry says, "Such a good girl for me, mhm, so good." Normally a guy would be upset over their partner coming so soon or when they didn't tell them to come yet, but Harry isn't like that. He's definitely the type to make you come over and over again, until you can't take it anymore. He gladly wants you to come when you feel the need to. It's more pleasurable for him when he sees you experiencing great pleasure.

Harry goes to set you down on your feet, holding you for support because he knows your legs are a bit wobbly, and you question, "But.... what about you?" Thinking he was done fucking you and would let his erection pass naturally. What a dumb thought that is.

Harry laughs and replies, "Not done yet, baby. Turn 'round and face the wall." You do as you're told and he situates your hips how he wants before you feel him slipping inside you with ease. You gasp from how sensitive your walls are. Now Harry begins to fuck you from behind. The water in the shower does make it harder to do begins you're all slippery and wet but luckily there is a metal bar for you to grab onto as you bend over.

The sounds of skin clapping echo throughout the bathroom and it's getting harder to breathe with all the steam filling up the closed in shower. The glass walls and door of the shower are completely fogged up now. Your boobs hang towards the floor from your bent position and Harry wishes he could get a better view of them. He loves your tits so much.

After another three minutes of thrusting into you from behind, Harry can feel himself near orgasm. To make sure you come with him, he leans over your body, chest pressing into your wet back, and drags his hand down your body until he finds your clit between your legs. "Come with me, baby. Come another time, f'me." Harry whispers in your left ear.

You honestly doubted if you'd come again from penetration alone but thankfully you have a husband who knows exactly what you need, when you need it. He knew you'd have trouble coming from just the fucking beings as you did minutes ago and that was super rare as it was. So dragging out his thrusts as he nears his orgasm, Harry's fingers rub over your clit in just the right pattern he knows you love.

It only takes a few seconds before you're coming for the second time. This orgasm of yours triggers Harry's and he's coming as well. (you're on birth control) A loud, deep moan escapes his mouth and his toes curl into the shower floor. You can feel him spurting his cum deep within your walls and the feeling of his fingers never stopping on your clit makes you nearly pass out. It's all too much.

Once you both come down from your highs, you think this was really it and Harry's gonna start to wash you and him up. Little did you know he wants to push you to a third orgasm. When he slips his softened cock out from your pussy, he helps turn you around, making sure you don't fall as you stand straight, and drops to his knees. "H, what in the......?" you go to ask but have your answer fairly quickly when his lips attach to your clit.

"Mhm-ugh, babe, too sensitive." you hiss from the slight pain. He knew you didn't actually want him to stop. You feel his tongue dip between your pussy lips and collect a mixture of yours and his cum. Harry has never shied away from tasting his own jizz. You look down and see his tongue coated in white colored creams and you almost come at the sight. Then he brings his cum covered tongue back up and starts attacking your clit again.

He makes long, feverish licks up and down your clitoris and you reach down to slot your fingers through his wet curls, pushing his head forward. "Har... of fuck, I'm gonna come again." you yell out. Your back is against the shower wall and your legs are shaking but Harry has a grip behind each of your thighs to prevent you from falling.

Then suddenly you come for the third time tonight. As you come, Harry switches from licking back to sucking your clit and it makes you feel even better. He can feel the tiny nerve literally pulse in between his lips. More of your mixed cum oozes out your cunt, dripping onto the shower floor.

When you start to come down from your last high of the night, you have to physically push Harry's head away or he'd stay there all night. He gets back up to his feet and can see just how warn out you look. Now is time for the aftercare you deserve.

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Harry supports your body upright while you stand and allow him to bathe over you. He washes your hair and body and you turn into mush. He's so fucking caring but especially after something so vularble like sex. Once he's done with you, he quickly washes himself off and then helps you out the shower.

He dries you and himself off and puts on your clothes for sleep. That being you in a t-shirt and panties and him in just his boxer briefs. Then after brushing your teeth, he helps you get into bed and you cuddle into each other. After saying "i love you" to one another, you fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted from the concert and the sex in the shower.

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[thcfountain]

"When a fan wins a backstage pass to see BAD OMENS in concert, she ends up with more than she bargained for. A night of passion from her wildest fantasies ensues."

JOLLY KARLSSON X AFAB ORIGINAL CHARACTER (SHE/HER PRONOUNS) X NOAH SEBASTIAN.

threesome, reference to daddy kink, implied pre-established sexual relationship between Noah and Jolly, oral both male and female receiving, doggy style fuck. 3723 words.

banner by mikeykuns.

Her heart pounded with excitement - something it had also done a week prior when she had won a singular backstage pass for this show. She'd missed out on ticket sales - something not unheard of given that the ever-constant rise the band was on meant that ticket and merch sales were a battle royale based solely on luck to see who would actually manage it.

She, like many others, had not lucked out. Of course she was pleased for them when she heard they had managed to completely sell the venue out almost immediately but she was also disappointed to learn she would not be securing a ticket to the show. That was until the venue and a local radio station hosted a call-in contest. Become lucky caller number 9 and win a backstage pass to meet Bad Omens! 

For once luck had been on her side.

Excitement and terror had created an unholy tincture in her chest and stomach the second she found herself face to face with the band as they readied themselves to go on stage from a backstage room as their opener played for the crowd.

Noah had, initially, seemed disinterested in her being there and although it dampened her mood for a quick moment, she decided to chalk it up to him preparing for the stage and the known fact that he was an introvert. His social battery probably hadn't been prepared to meet a strange fan backstage, even if he'd been forewarned of the contest.

Folio was the kindest, wrapping his arms around her in a bone crushing hug that erased all of the anxiety that Noah's reaction had caused inside of her. He told her that he was excited for her for winning and he hoped that she enjoyed the experience and she assured him that there was no way she could have a bad time.

Next had been Ruffilo and to her, he came across as a quiet, but perhaps secretly sage, older brother. He listened to her gush about her favorite song and about the contest while quietly giving her an encouraging smile - as if everything she had to say was immensely important and he wanted her to feel safe enough to spill her guts. Though realistically, he was probably riding a high too good to be bothered - the light scent of weed had definitely permeated the air between the two Nicks long before she'd arrived.

Last had been Jolly, who's eyes had lingered on her from the moment she walked in. His voice had been soft, practically whispering to her so she'd have to get close and lean in just to hear him. His remarks and then flittering touches against her arm and lower back had seemed flirtatious and she shook her head to dispel the notion. He probably acted like this towards everyone or she was putting too much into the interaction and being delusional.

It didn't help that Noah's demeanor towards her changed almost immediately when he took into account how Jolly acted. It was almost as if he'd been waiting for some unspoken cue from the older musician, waiting to see how Jolly reacted so he could copy. He became almost puppy-like in an instant, wrapping an arm across her shoulders and pulling her close so the three of them were huddled up together, as if in secret council. It didn't go unnoticed either the looks that Noah cast towards Jolly and she was hesitant to try and put meaning to them.

If she didn't know who they were, she might have assumed the two were a couple. If she weren't a fan, she might have taken the way they acted to mean they wanted to share her. 

All too quickly she was released from the strange embrace as the band, one by one, left to go on stage.

Watching the performance from backstage was, undeniably, unforgettable. To hear them perform live was mesmerizing in a way she couldn't put proper words to and perhaps that was alright. The memory would live on in her head for years to come.

Jolly was the first to exit the stage and return. Covered in sweat from the performance he gave, he stalked straight towards her, a look in his eyes that made her think, for a second, that this is what it was like to be prey - to be hunted by a predator with one thing on his mind. His lips curled up in a smirk that made her think he could read her thoughts and as the distance closed between them, she struggled to find the words she wanted to say. 

His hand wraps around her forearm, grip tight enough to show he has meaning but not so tight as to hurt her and he leans down just slightly as if to take her into secret council. Instinctively she leans up towards him, eyes searching his for some answer to a question not yet asked as his thumb rubs across her skin. Goose flesh raises in response and her mouth opens just slightly as if to question what's happening but she gets no chance to speak as Noah comes bounding in, interrupting the strangely intimate moment that had come and gone so quickly. Jolly's hand is removed from gripping her arm though he seems to give an apologetic smile for it.

Lifting the bottom of his black tank top, Noah brings it up to wipe sweat from his face, showing off his stomach for a moment before he gives Jolly a look that she's not sure how to decipher. “Did you ask?” he says to Joakim, speaking as if he hasn't noticed her presence. 

“I was going to but someone rudely interrupted,” replies Jolly, a hint of amusement to his tone that makes Noah smile with, what seems to be, puppy like adoration. Jolly places his hand on Noah's chest, slowly trailing it upwards towards his neck, stopping short before he gets there. “I'm sure our little contest winner doesn't want to fuck you when you're sweaty,” eyes flicker down at her and the smirk returns. His words cause her breath to catch in her throat. “or when you're so desperate,” he continues and it was as if Noah's breath caught too.

“Um -” she stutters and stammers, not sure what to say and not sure if maybe she had just knocked herself out and was dreaming. “huh?” the word comes out, all question and confusion but she's not in the right mind to string together sentences because she's too scared that she's dreaming or somehow misinterpreting the situation.

“Dude they want to fuck you,” comes Folio's response from across the room and it's greeted by laughter from crew members who already could see what was going on.

Part of her wants to immediately say hell yes, to give into her wildest delusions for a night between Jolly and Noah but the other part of her feels conflicted - she wonders if they've mistaken her for some horny groupie, ready to fuck anyone holding an instrument. She forces herself to take a breath and let it out slowly. Her thoughts are a wild stream of do it and don't do it, all swirling around her head and making most thoughts feel cluttered.

“How about this,” Jolly's voice breaks through the panic of yes or no happening in her head, “we'll go check into our hotel and shower and you can decide in that time what you want to do.” It's clear even without him saying so that she won't be asked again. After tonight this offer won't make its way back around.

“We'd offer to take you to dinner first but the only thing open this late is probably Waffle House,” adds Noah, brown eyes looking her way.

“Okay,” she says, agreeing to Jolly's proposition but not sure where to go from there. “Should I go back to the hotel with you?” 

There's a grin making its way onto his face, like he thinks she's one step closer to a yes. “If you'd like,” answers Jolly. “Everything is up to you, we would never make you do anything.”

So she nods her head, silently confirming that she'll go with them to the hotel. Never in her wildest dreams did she think this kind of thing would actually happen. Not to her at least - maybe to someone prettier or someone with a bigger social media presence or just … someone else. 

The bus trip to the hotel is hectic. Somehow Matt puts her to work loading gear and although he doesn't say anything, she feels judged under his gaze, like he's sizing up whether or not she's actually good enough - even for a one night stand - with his friends. After everything is loaded and the bus packed, she finds herself almost forgotten on their bus as the boys talk about the show and the crowd and how close they are to heading home, given that they're on the last stop of the tour.

She has ample time to think, during those minutes to the hotel. Normally she might feel lonely, forgotten and ignored like this, but somehow she feels special. She knows the only reason she's not being given attention is due to the needed conversations happening now about hotel check ins and who in the band and crew would room with who and other such details. It felt interesting, to get such a personal view of how things happened behind the scenes, even with such mundane tasks.

Checking into the hotel seems to take them no time at all and before she knows it, she's sitting on a king sized bed, listening to the shower run in the bathroom. Jolly hadn't said much when he'd headed in to shower but Noah had giggled and immediately followed and she knew they were in there together.

‘Fuck it,’ she thinks, making the decision that she subconsciously knew she would. There would never be an opportunity like this again and so what if they thought she was just some band groupie? Before she can change her mind, she strips out of her clothes and leans back on the bed, against the pillows, hoping she makes for a sexy sight.

The shower shuts off and after a minute, the two musicians exit the bathroom, towels wrapped around their waists. She can't help but take in their tattooed bodies as one towel after the other drops to the floor when they take in the sight of her.

It's obvious who, of the two men, is in charge, as Noah follows Jolly's actions obediently, silently. 

“If you change your mind at any point,” begins Jolly as he approaches the bed, leaning forwards and grabbing one of her ankles, “you can say so,” he finishes, letting her know that everything is up to choice. He rubs his thumb over her ankle, waiting for confirmation that she consents.

“Yes,” she whispers, followed by a “please,” and then when Jolly raises one brow at her, she adds “take me,” and he grabs her other ankle, pulling her down towards him. Her legs dangle over the edge of the bed and Jolly grins.

Fingers trail over her thighs and her focus is all on him, as if it's just the two of them. Hands slide up her thighs, over her hips and stomach, leaving goose bumps behind. She wonders what he has in plan for her and is pleasantly surprised when he cups her chin and leans down to kiss her.

A soft kiss that steals away her breath, leaving her wanting more and he obliges by running his tongue against the seam of her lips, wanting to deepen the kiss.

A little whine causes Jolly to break their kiss and chuckle as he looks over at Noah, who seems to be suffering from the lack of attention. “Needy,” accuses Jolly with a smile before getting up. He crooks a finger in a beckoning motion and Noah crosses the distance immediately. She sits up on her elbows, watching the way Jolly holds Noah's hips, pulling him close so that they can kiss.

Noah's arms wrap around Jolly's neck and soft sighs of content manage to escape him despite their kiss being all tongue and teeth. The sounds he makes causes a little quiver to curl up in her lower belly, that telltale sign of being turned on by what she sees. Her eyes take it all in - the obscene kiss, the way that Jolly's grip is tight enough on Noah's hips that it will surely bruise, the way that Noah seems to want there to be no space left between them.

As she watches them kiss, she places one of her own hands on her chest. Fingers trail over skin, circling her left breast with her right hand in an almost teasing motion. She knows what she likes better than these two men would - knows how to tease herself. The tips of her fingers brush over her nipple and although the hotel room is pleasantly warm, her nipples begin to harden under her own touch. With her left hand occupied with her breasts, the right trails down her stomach, coming to a stop at her cunt. Middle finger slides down, gliding gently, teasingly over her clit and then between her lips, feeling the slick that's begun to gather. Soft sighs escape her and she doesn't notice the way that Jolly and Noah have begun to watch her.

“Aren't you a tease?” Says Jolly, voice bringing her back to the present and she only gives him a sultry smile. She watches as he gently smacks Noah's ample behind, gesturing him towards her. “Eat her out. Even from here I can see how wet she's getting. We can't let our little contest winner suffer, can we?”

Quick to obey Jolly's directives, Noah closes the distance between himself and the bed. He drops to his knees at the edge where her legs still dangle off, tattooed hands resting right above each of her knees as he looks at her. His skin is warm, fingertips calloused like Jolly's - a reminder that they've both spent years with a guitar, even if Noah's the vocalist of their band. He looks at her, dark eyes settled on her own and the intensity in his gaze earns him a little gasp from her. His hand that rests on her right leg grips a little harder and he leans down to place a kiss on her thigh. Soft kisses are pressed against different spots and she feels her eyes flutter closed, only to pop open again the second those kisses turn into bites.

She gasps, a little louder this time, as he bites her hard enough to assure that she'll bear proof of their encounter tomorrow. The kisses and bites are playful, albeit the bites get hard from time to time and she knows it's because he wants to mark her, but she's growing impatient and fast. “Noah,” his name leaves her lips and it's like he's read her mind because the second she's said his name, he swipes his tongue teasingly across her seam.

His mouth works wonders, miracles even, as he alternates between tongue fucking her and sucking her clit. He's spurred on by the sounds she begins to make, little noises and cries of pleasure and she doesn't know when but suddenly Jolly is there, his mouth on one of her breasts, leaving bite marks of his own against her soft flesh before closing his mouth around her nipple.

Her hands grip the sheets when Noah slides a finger into her wet core, teeth grazing over her clit and then she's pawing at Jolly, whining and panting her approval as he switches attention to her other breast. She's going to be covered in two sets of bitemarks come morning but the thought doesn't even register in her blissed out mind, especially not as that warm knot starts to form in her lower belly. She lifts her hips up, back arching under their ministrations as her breath comes quicker and cries come louder. 

Noah can feel the way her walls flutter against his finger, knows she's getting close, so he adds a second and it's not long before she's crying out as her orgasm washes over her. He finger fucks her through it and when it's over he pulls his fingers from her core and puts them in his mouth, getting one last good taste of her.

“Good girl,” she hears Jolly praise as she catches her breath and she can hear Noah whining from his spot on the floor. Jolly places a hand in her hair, soothing it down comfortingly. “It's time that you repay Noah's favor,” he instructs.

She sits up, ready to take his place on the floor, to get on her knees for him, but Jolly stops her with a hand on her shoulder. “You'll do it while I fuck you,” he says and she can't help but shiver again. His voice is low, lips practically against her ear when he says it and she realises she's never wanted anything more than she does in that moment.

Noah crawls onto the bed, reclining against the pillows in a way that suggests they've done this before and he knows what he likes and she gets on her hands and knees, settling in between his legs. As she lowers her head, tongue taking a quick swipe over the head of his erect cock, she can hear the telltale sound of a condom being opened behind her, almost drowned out by Noah's little whimper.

She places a hand around his thick cock, down at the base, just as Jolly grabs a hold of her hips. She licks a stripe up Noah's shaft and feels the head of Jolly's cock press against her entrance from behind. He's teasing her and at the same time he's waiting for a sign that she wants this, that she's ready.

She looks over her shoulder at him and nods her approval once before taking Noah in her mouth. His head falls back against the headboard immediately, hands resting on the back of her head as long fingers tangle in her hair. Jolly enters her slowly, stretching her, filling her until he bottoms out.

As he begins to thrust, ready to chase his own high, it becomes hard to keep rhythm. His cock feels better than Noah's mouth and her moans are muffled on the singer's cock. Jolly's speed slowly begins to pick up and if it weren't for Noah's hand on her head, guiding her to keep blowing him, she might have forgotten him in the pleasure of it all.

It doesn't take long for Noah to cum. He thrusts his hips upwards a little, catching her off guard as he cries out to Jolly, spilling warm seed down her throat. She coughs when he releases her, cum and spit mixed rolling down her chin but there's no time to deal with it as Jolly's grasp on her hips tighten and he pushes her head down, her cheek resting on Noah's lower stomach as Jolly chases his own release.

She feels herself getting closer to a second orgasm already and Jolly knows it. He begins coaxing her on, calling her a good girl, telling her to cum for daddy and holy shit she does. She lets out a cry, eyes closing, drool spilling out of her mouth and onto Noah's skin with the intensity of her second climax. The feeling of her walls fluttering and tightening around him brings Jolly to his own release which comes with a string of soft swears.

When he pulls his soft cock from her, she goes limp as she catches her breath and comes down. Noah's hands are in her hair, soothing her, they run down her back and after a few minutes, she's aware of him and Jolly helping her to get settled into the bed. 

Jolly's giving her water and Noah's tucking her in and they may be essentially strangers, as much as they could be after fucking, but she feels safe. She feels almost loved. A heavy drowsiness settles over her much like the blanket Noah covered her with and she falls asleep fast.

The sound of movement, of soft whispers, are what wakes her. For a moment she doesn't know where she is - the events of the evening are still lost in a dream-hazy mind. Slowly the memories tumble into her thoughts, replaying past her closed eyelids like a too good to be true fantasy. She sets up, rubbing her eyes as she takes in the hotel room and then notices Noah, who holds out a tray of food towards her. 

Items from the hotel breakfast, an assortment of foods since he doesn't know what she likes and her stomach growls loudly, earning her a laugh from Jolly as he sets a glass of juice on the nightstand for her. As she scarfs down food, it doesn't miss her attention that one of them had plugged her phone in during the night. They were thoughtful, they were surprisingly kind, even to a one night stand such as she had become.

After breakfast, she gets up and begins finding her clothes. No offers of sharing numbers are made, no promises that this was more than it was, and she didn't mind. “Hey wait, where are my panties?” 

Jolly just grins and shrugs. “You don't need them,” is the only explanation he offers.

She pulls on her pants and bra and then walks over to his open suitcase and grabs a shirt. “It's only fair,” she counters before he's even had a chance to stop her. She laughs, pulls on her shoes and grabs her phone and bag, and then without even a second glance back at them, she walks out the door.

A few weeks later, the tour is over and she's seen about a million photos, tweets, and posts about them across social media and each one has made her smile because of her little secret night with Noah and Jolly.

A text chimes from an unknown number and she instinctively flicks the screen, pulling open the message.

“How's our little contest winner?” Asks the text and she laughs. Of course they'd gotten her number.

#jolly karlsson fanfic #jolly karlsson smut #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens fanfic

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

☆Idol, Idol☆

Murmur was making room on his desk for more akudol merchandise. Humming happily as he added the new additions to his collection.

"Geez, don't you have enough of that shit already?" Eito asked while lighting a cigarette. "Absolutely not! Star-Chan just came out with a new poster that I need to buy and have them autograph!"

Furcus looks up from one of her many books. "Aren't you running out of desk space?" "Who needs a desk? This is a shrine for my precious Star-Chan!"

"Aren't all akudol's basically the same? I don't understand why you need to be so obsessed with this one in particular." March pokes at one of the figurines which Murmur promptly slaps his hand away.

"Star-Chan is different! They've been performing since I went to school here. And they always remember me. And they call me their number one fan! And they've personally given me front row tickets before!"

"Oh, Devi, their feeding your obsession." "What does your spouse think about all this shit?" Murmur gasps offended.

"For your information, we both like akudols, and they don't mind my collectibles. They even managed to get me a ticket for their concert today!"

Murmur buzzed with excitement. Happy to see his favorite akudol, but sad his partner always seemed to be busy for those concerts. He had hoped bond with them over this akudol too.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Fixing your hair and makeup as you got ready for your concert tonight, you smiled at your reflection. "You mean even after all these years, your husband still doesn't know you're Star-Chan?" Your manager asked.

You giggled and fixed your outfit. "Nope! Isn't that adorable? He's so excited when he sees either side of me. I love it!"

"Are you sure you want to retire? You still have several years left in your career." "I'm getting older. Akudols is a younger demons game. Besides , I can still perform. But I want to perform as myself and not Star-Chan."

You test your mic. Your manager sighs and leans against the wall. "I guess I can't force you to continue. But are you sure you want to announce it tonight?"

"Yep!" You chirp as you slipped on your heels. You could hear the roar of the crowd. "You know what they say, 'it's now or never' if I don't do it tonight I never will."

The peppy beat starts, and you strut onto the stage. A bounce in your step as you hear the roar of the crowd. You see Murmur in the front row cheering. You give a little wave and start the song.

☆I can't help it if I make a scene, stepping out of my hot pink limousine. Turning heads, and I'm stopping traffic. When I pose they scream, and when I joke they laugh.☆

You see the neon glowsticks and banners waving frantically around. You brush your hair out of your face. Leaning towards the edge of the stage where your fans can almost touch you.

☆I've got a pair of eyes that they're getting lost in. They're hypnotized by my way of walking.☆

You laugh and back away from eager hands swaying your hips playfully. You wave your finger in a scolding manner. You flaunt your dazzling charisma, ensuring you have the crowds' undivided attention.

☆I've got them dazzled like a stage magician. When I point, they look, and when I talk, they listen.☆

You stop in the middle of the stage, looking out at the crowd. So many had shown up. So many cheering your name.

It's been a great journey to reach where you were today. You couldn't have done this without your fans. How wonderful it was to have them.

☆Well, everybody needs a friend, and I've got you, and you, and you. So many I can't even name them. Can you blame me? I'm too famous!☆

You smirk confidently as you place your hand over your heart. You spread your wings and take flight. Spinning and twirling around the room.

Your fans become more excited reaching up for you. But you only reach out for one. Your husband. You adore his shocked face as you drag him on stage.

☆Haven't you noticed that I'm a star? I'm coming into view as the world is turning. Haven't you noticed I made it this far?☆

You face him and let your magic disguise drop. His jaw hits the floor. You laugh and kiss his cheek. You adored his reactions.

☆Now everyone can see me burning. Now everyone can see me burning. Now everyone can see me burn~ing.☆

The stage lights shut off. The curtains close. None of that matters, though. They only thing that matters is what you'll husband will say.

"I... i... can't believe it." You bite your lip worried. It turns out you didn't need to worry. "I'M MARRIED TO STAR-CHAN!!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!"

You gasp startled as he picks you up. You both end up laughing as he spins you around. "Do you realize what this means?" He asked.

You shake your head amused. "You can sign all my new Star-chan merch!!!!" You can't help but laugh hysterically as he sets you down and pulls off his backpack shoving newly bought items into your hands.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #murmur #steven universe #songfic

[louisupdates]

LOUIS TOMLINSON PULLS OUT ALL THE STOPS FOR HIS SHOW AT THE O2 IN LONDON

WED 22ND NOVEMBER, 2023 | 12:38 PM

At London’s O2 Arena, Louis has it all.

Words: Jessica Goodman. | Photos: Sarah Louise Bennett.

“I’ve got these lot behind me, who the fuck is gonna stop us?” This question, asked by Louis Tomlinson moments after headlining his Away From Home festival for the first time two years ago, has become something of a mantra for his fans. It’s been shared on social media ad infinitum, worn on homemade merch, waved proudly on banners and signs, and shouted to the rafters at his concerts. Headlining a sold-out show at London’s O2 Arena on Friday night, it seems clear that the answer to his question is that no one ever will.

Taking place just over a year after the release of his celebrated second album ‘Faith In The Future’, and almost twelve years to the day after One Direction released their first record ‘Up All Night’, in the city where 1D formed and where he played his first full headline show as a solo artist, this might be the greatest full-circle moment of Louis’ career so far. But tonight isn’t a nostalgia trip, and there’s little time spent walking down memory lane. Instead, this show is all about the here and now, celebrating how a shared passion for music and the community that creates can build something that feels like magic.

From the moment he walks out on centre stage in front of his fans, Louis Tomlinson is at home – and his fans make themselves at home right along with him. Opening with ‘The Greatest’ – a song written for and about crowds and nights like tonight – it’s clear that, though it might’ve taken him a long time to get back here, stages like this one are where he belongs.

For tonight’s landmark show, he pulls out all the stops. A specially recorded video introduction? New and improved light shows? Pyrotechnics? A strings section on stage?! At London’s O2 Arena, Louis has it all. His dedication to making the night special is met by his fans in equal measure, using phone torches and synchronised apps to create light shows of their own.

A distinctive figure in trackies and a vest, Louis commands the room with ease. Playfully flipping fans off while singing, crouching down between songs to be closer to the people he’s talking to, he’s the star with his name in lights, but his show remains just as much about celebrating with the people that support him as it is about celebrating the music. Any mention of this sold-out show’s success is talked about as a collective. “O2, sold out?! You lot, unbelievable, right?!” he congratulates the crowd between songs.

Even when he’s talking about his own emotions, saying, “This might be the first time in my career where I have been under pressure tonight, and I feel fucking great about it,” it’s with acknowledgement to the people filling the room who make what he does possible. “You don’t have that confidence onstage unless you know you’ve got the best fucking fans in the world,” he states. “I never feel like I can find the words to ever truly thank you, but thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Restyling old songs to fit the sound he found for himself on his latest album (sir, we’re going to need a recording of ‘Back To You’ rock version ASAP) and giving a nod to his home county with a cover of fellow South Yorkshire sensations Arctic Monkeys between leading rapturous crowd singalongs to fan favourite hits, this is Louis Tomlinson at the top of his game.

“Look at what we’ve fucking done!” he yells to the room mid-set. The message, it seems, is clear: ain’t no one stopping Louis Tomlinson now.

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#dork magazine #louis tomlinson #fitfwt23: london #17.11.2023 #21.11.2023

[callmeroygbiv]

I played crutchie in newsies, here are some of the things that happened

- the refuge was constantly referred to as "little boy jail." "I wish you were in king of new york" "can't, little boy jail." "yeah when i got rolled onstage for letter from the refuge-" "HAHA, LITTLE BOY JAIL!" 

- an ensemble member came up with the hypothetical question "if you were starving and had no food, would you eat crutchie's leg?" he then proceeded to ask every single cast member this question. I now know which newsies would eat crutchie's leg and could provide a list if asked. jack kelly would he told me HIMSELF. 

- someone accidentally called me crunchy instead of crutchie. various variations of that nickname ensued, my personal favorite being "cankle" 

- somebody put me on the spot and asked me to name my crutch. I panicked and said pickles. 

- jack kelly himself greeted me every rehearsal by pointing at me and saying "bum leg." what a wonderful friend. 

- the theatre we performed at had a covered area outside that could be accessed from backstage. this area had a sign over the door that said "area of refuge." three different people asked me to pose under it and took a picture of me. 

- our director had us practice the prologue together with her to guide us exactly two times, the first was in a practice room the size of a closet (i knocked a framed photo off the wall and my director and i blamed our jack immediately) and the second was in the theatre bathroom like ten minutes before the opening show (jack had to hold a mini piano so our director could play the notes for us. he looked very silly.)

- we had a medda wig that we didn't end up using. it was blonde and very long and jack put it on after the closing show. i begged him to sing hopelessly devoted to you. he didn't. :(

- Jack Kelly got sick the day before the show. It set off a chain reaction of understudies. our directors pumped so many concoctions and vitamins into him. he looked deathly ill and was sitting in the corner breathing through this crazy miracle cure device that looked So Scary but he magically got better it was beautiful.

- we aren't cowards like disney so when crutchie returns from the refuge jack and crutchie have a Big Hug and like five minutes before the closing show our director came up to me and was like “yeah i was thinking we should probably cut that, i don't know why they would hug like that, its almost a little weird.” and i was like “oh no i play crutchie like he’s gay don’t i”  (I did and it was a little bit on purpose) so i thought that she told our jack too, but she didn't. i was fully prepared to give him a fistbump and he almost knocked me over with the hug.

- "care to let this young man’s artististry shine a light into your closed doors?” -our pulitzer three times

- stress dreams. everyone had them. in mine i forgot to climb onto the scaffolding during the overture AND i forgot to bring my crutch onstage. our director had a stress dream that our jack showed up really late to rehearsal in a three piece suit.

 - sprace was canon. that's it. they called each other stage boyfriend offstage.

- entire cast swayed our arms back and forth during something to believe in. sometimes we turned on our phone lights like it was a concert.

- one time our davey lost his voice and wasn't singing during rehearsal so his understudy, who also plays race, was running back and forth between doing a weird voiceover over davey’s shoulder for all his singing parts and doing all his race parts. he was darting across the stage for the entirety of seize the day it was great. 

 - "And all the newsies run up the stairs, across the scaffolding, and down the other set of stairs and offstage.” “Ms Sarah I only have one working leg.”

- up until tech week we didn't have our newsies banner newspapers for once and for all, so during rehearsals for that number we got out the giant bin of stuffed animals. the number just was so much more beautiful when it was performed by a bunch of angry looking teenagers holding small stuffed animals. like ten of them were frogs (or supposed to be frogs. vaguely frog shaped.)

#newsies #livesies #crutchie #crutchie morris #newsies musical #sprace #jackcrutchie #this was a life changing show #i got to keep my crutch #the entire cast signed it #its my most prized possession #lmk if you want the list of who would eat crutchies leg

[kodzuken-chan]

Monster Trio + Law reaction to attending their Idol S/O's concert Headcanon

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A/N: Since Movie Red is coming out officially in Japan in 3 days, How about they react to a concert~!!

Oda & Toei going out there making my one piece dreams come true ( literally making my boys driving cars and racing in Movie Gold and now attending Uta's concert in Movie Red, JUST WOW)

Credits to the picture owners

Anyways Enjoy~!!

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Luffy

Chaos

Chaos

Chaos

Is all what he does

Really Loves all of your songs

And always attends your concerts

Either by himself or with the others

Of course they won't let him go by himself

They don't want him to cause you troubles on your concerts

Because when he attended your concert for thr first time

He Gomu Gomu no(ed) himself to the stage and started doing random dancing moves

Dragging you along with him

Which literally confused everyone and everything

Had to be forcefully pulled away from you so you can go on with your concert

At the end would be tied with your banners to stay still

But nothing can stop him, so he keeps singing and cheering for you excitedly from his place

High chances of him stretching his hand as higher ad he can to wave with the light sticks

Your concert are almost two hours long,

And this bby get hungry quickly

So he brings MEAT and lots of food as snacks

This bby knows that you're loveable by the whole world, he he loves it

Luffy is your chaotic iconic and well-known fan even by your fans themselves all over the world❤️

Zoro

This is dude, and I repeat

This dude, literally doesn't care about singing and concerts

Like doesn't even try to act interested

All he is interested in is Naps+ Sowrds and Sake

Of course you too as a well-being and his s/o

But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your songs and performance

He secretly memorized some of your songs lyrics

He used to overhear you singing while he was training

You never actually forced him to come to your concerts and invited him just like you do with the others

But you'll always find him within the audience

He won't cheer or sing along with you

He won't even wave with your light stick

He basically won't bother to do anything

Only watches you with a proud smirk and makes you blush sometimes

But Sanji and Nami will force him to either wear one of the concert goodies

Or to engage with you during the performance

But would end up blushing irritatedly

Low chances of him getting jealous of the male background dancers

Except if it some how ended to be Sanji which won't happen, its only if lmao

His presence in your concerts is all what matters to you

It just gives you the motivation you need and he knows it💚

Sanji

Your #1 Fan

On his first concert ever

He would cheer his lungs out for you

Will bring different self-made banners and of course your official light sticks

The first one ever to buy all of the concert merchandise and goodies

Will force everyone to attend

Even ready to pull Marimo from his hair to come to your concerts

BECAUSE HE WANTS TO BRAG ABOUT HIS BEAUTIFUL IDOL S/O

And also make Zoro Jealous for some rivalry reasons

But later on when he gets used to attending your concerts

He would just keep doing the Fanchants along with the rest of the fans

And sometimes ends up singing the whole song with you

Will stare at you in adoration for how beautiful you look and how angelic you sound while signing

And of course how talented you are

Though he would seem pretty calm smiling proudly there

But you can still clearly see the #1 fan enthusiasm radiating from him

Tiny chances of him getting jealous if you had to make physical choreography with the male background dancers

Makes Free promotion for you to every person he interacts with

Basically Your one and only favorite #1 fan💙

Law

Would totally act uninterested in the concert

And of course you won't force him to come, you respect that he might dislike concert chaos

He might not sound like it, but he's your secret admirer

He never promises you that he'll attend, to avoid breaking them in the first place

Unlike Sanji, he won't bother to buy concert merchandises and goodies

Yet you would find him in each and every concert you held

Because he loves to see your smile

Like stick lights or banners

Unless Bepo forces him to do so, and he'll blush because he's not use to it

But he secretly loves it

Won't do much but look at you with proud eyes

Because you're doing something you love, and you're just shining out there

He might not seem like that, but he memorized every song you sang through your idol journey

Also chances of him whisper singing or humming the melody.

Never gets jealous of male background dancers unless they seemed to make unnecessary moves with you

No one knows about it, but he secretly waits for your concerts announcement everytime

On your official website, where he's a member there.

Would definitely come to you after the concert to get your autograph

Claiming that Bepo wants it, but was to shy to approach

But actually, that autograph is for himself.

Bsically he's You're secret fan and supports you from behind the scenes 🖤

#one piece #one piece strawhats #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #sanji #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #sanji scenario #Luffy #luffy x reader #luffy scenario #luffy imagines #Zoro #zoro x reader #zoro scenarios #zoro imagine #Law #law x reader #law scenarios #law imagines

[dailytomlinson]

“I’ve got these lot behind me, who the fuck is gonna stop us?” This question, asked by Louis Tomlinson moments after headlining his Away From Home festival for the first time two years ago, has become something of a mantra for his fans. It’s been shared on social media ad infinitum, worn on homemade merch, waved proudly on banners and signs, and shouted to the rafters at his concerts. Headlining a sold-out show at London’s O2 Arena on Friday night, it seems clear that the answer to his question is that no one ever will.

Taking place just over a year after the release of his celebrated second album ‘Faith In The Future’, and almost twelve years to the day after One Direction released their first record ‘Up All Night’, in the city where 1D formed and where he played his first full headline show as a solo artist, this might be the greatest full-circle moment of Louis’ career so far. But tonight isn’t a nostalgia trip, and there’s little time spent walking down memory lane. Instead, this show is all about the here and now, celebrating how a shared passion for music and the community that creates can build something that feels like magic.

From the moment he walks out on centre stage in front of his fans, Louis Tomlinson is at home – and his fans make themselves at home right along with him. Opening with ‘The Greatest’ – a song written for and about crowds and nights like tonight – it’s clear that, though it might’ve taken him a long time to get back here, stages like this one are where he belongs.

For tonight’s landmark show, he pulls out all the stops. A specially recorded video introduction? New and improved light shows? Pyrotechnics? A strings section on stage?! At London’s O2 Arena, Louis has it all. His dedication to making the night special is met by his fans in equal measure, using phone torches and synchronised apps to create light shows of their own.

A distinctive figure in trackies and a vest, Louis commands the room with ease. Playfully flipping fans off while singing, crouching down between songs to be closer to the people he’s talking to, he’s the star with his name in lights, but his show remains just as much about celebrating with the people that support him as it is about celebrating the music. Any mention of this sold-out show’s success is talked about as a collective. “O2, sold out?! You lot, unbelievable, right?!” he congratulates the crowd between songs.

Even when he’s talking about his own emotions, saying, “This might be the first time in my career where I have been under pressure tonight, and I feel fucking great about it,” it’s with acknowledgement to the people filling the room who make what he does possible. “You don’t have that confidence onstage unless you know you’ve got the best fucking fans in the world,” he states. “I never feel like I can find the words to ever truly thank you, but thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Restyling old songs to fit the sound he found for himself on his latest album (sir, we’re going to need a recording of ‘Back To You’ rock version ASAP) and giving a nod to his home county with a cover of fellow South Yorkshire sensations Arctic Monkeys between leading rapturous crowd singalongs to fan favourite hits, this is Louis Tomlinson at the top of his game.

“Look at what we’ve fucking done!” he yells to the room mid-set. The message, it seems, is clear: ain’t no one stopping Louis Tomlinson now.

#louis tomlinson #dork magazine #concert review #article

[dreamings-free]

Wed 22nd November, 2023 Words: Jessica Goodman | Photos: Sarah Louise Bennett

“I’ve got these lot behind me, who the fuck is gonna stop us?” This question, asked by Louis Tomlinson moments after headlining his Away From Home festival for the first time two years ago, has become something of a mantra for his fans. It’s been shared on social media ad infinitum, worn on homemade merch, waved proudly on banners and signs, and shouted to the rafters at his concerts. Headlining a sold-out show at London’s O2 Arena on Friday night, it seems clear that the answer to his question is that no one ever will.

Taking place just over a year after the release of his celebrated second album ‘Faith In The Future’, and almost twelve years to the day after One Direction released their first record ‘Up All Night’, in the city where 1D formed and where he played his first full headline show as a solo artist, this might be the greatest full-circle moment of Louis’ career so far. But tonight isn’t a nostalgia trip, and there’s little time spent walking down memory lane. Instead, this show is all about the here and now, celebrating how a shared passion for music and the community that creates can build something that feels like magic.

From the moment he walks out on centre stage in front of his fans, Louis Tomlinson is at home – and his fans make themselves at home right along with him. Opening with ‘The Greatest’ – a song written for and about crowds and nights like tonight – it’s clear that, though it might’ve taken him a long time to get back here, stages like this one are where he belongs.

For tonight’s landmark show, he pulls out all the stops. A specially recorded video introduction? New and improved light shows? Pyrotechnics? A strings section on stage?! At London’s O2 Arena, Louis has it all. His dedication to making the night special is met by his fans in equal measure, using phone torches and synchronised apps to create light shows of their own.

A distinctive figure in trackies and a vest, Louis commands the room with ease. Playfully flipping fans off while singing, crouching down between songs to be closer to the people he’s talking to, he’s the star with his name in lights, but his show remains just as much about celebrating with the people that support him as it is about celebrating the music. Any mention of this sold-out show’s success is talked about as a collective. “O2, sold out?! You lot, unbelievable, right?!” he congratulates the crowd between songs.

Even when he’s talking about his own emotions, saying, “This might be the first time in my career where I have been under pressure tonight, and I feel fucking great about it,” it’s with acknowledgement to the people filling the room who make what he does possible. “You don’t have that confidence onstage unless you know you’ve got the best fucking fans in the world,” he states. “I never feel like I can find the words to ever truly thank you, but thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Restyling old songs to fit the sound he found for himself on his latest album (sir, we’re going to need a recording of ‘Back To You’ rock version ASAP) and giving a nod to his home county with a cover of fellow South Yorkshire sensations Arctic Monkeys between leading rapturous crowd singalongs to fan favourite hits, this is Louis Tomlinson at the top of his game.

“Look at what we’ve fucking done!” he yells to the room mid-set. The message, it seems, is clear: ain’t no one stopping Louis Tomlinson now.

#🥹 #louis #fitf tour #17.11.23 #O2 arena #article #dork mag #22.11.23

[yanderu-deredere]

hope u have a lil fun with this ask cus i feel like maybe u might be into this: how would the yanderes be if their darling was a jpop idol? ive been watching oshi no ko and im super into it loool

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

your biggest fucking fan LOL

literally sneaks around, his hair in a cap, shades on his face, ill-fitting clothes on his body just to be able to go to your concerts, your meet and greets, be able to go to the release of your albums

would always cheer the loudest!! and it's really a surprise becos he's usually so soft spoken and meek but like! he has quite a pair of lungs if it's for you!

has a closet dedicated to merch for you! he's literally a hoarder LOL he has the first editions for everything, has two copies of all of your albums, has the light sticks and the banners, the works

they have two copies of everything becos they should have one to open and look thru but the other one is to keep pristine in the packaging LOL

does the thing that some fans do where he buys as many albums as they need to collect all the photo cards and then sells the albums after without photo cards lmaooo or maybe shells out money to other fans so they can get their photo cards

basically, they have the complete memorabilia and it's their proudest achievement

if you ever sign something of theirs, they'll literally die. or they'll think they've died and gone to heaven

"Hi, what's your name?" You smiled at them and it felt like their soul ascended from their body.

With nervous jittery hands, they handed you their album, quaky smile on their face "Yeong-bae."

You grinned and gave a curt nod before hunkering over their album, pen in hand, to write out whatever you wanted to write out.

Yeoung-bae just sat there, still quite nervous but happy to be in front of you. Usually, he was too shy to come to meet and greets with an album. He was only ever courageous enough to shake your hand.

But, now, he actually sat down and told you his name!

"Here you go." You directed that blindingly gorgeous smile back at him as you handed him the album, opened to the page you signed on.

"Sorry, it's marker and I didn't want it to smudge." You apologised but all Yeong-bae could think was that you were so kind, so thoughtful.

Before he could read the message, your hand was suddenly on top of his, warm and soft in all the best ways. "Thank you so much for always coming to my events."

Yeong-bae's cheeks reddened and he tried to sputter out something intelligible. Unfortunately, your manager came along, ushering him away so that the next person could take their turn.

Yeong-bae tried not to be disheartened. It was easy when he glanced down at the message you left him as he walked away.

You're Yeong-bae from Acatalepsy right? I'm your biggest fan! As soon as I heard your voice, I immediately knew! Maybe we can have a collab soon? Good luck with your band and your events! I'll always cheer you on!

soren kumar ★ profile

acts less like a fan and more like a manager or a dependable senior

literally tries his hardest to always be around you LOL like suddenly, you're collabing with their band or you're practicing in the same studio all the time

he basically uses the fact that both of you are performers as an excuse to be close to you

and like acatalepsy (his band) is one of the biggest bands right now so like it's not impossible to imagine that you'd let him in, right? and just let him do what he wants?

also uses his position to kind of give you a boost behind the scenes. like he won't let you know its happening but, suddenly, you're getting opportunities and shit that you hadn't gotten before

you probably chalk it off to getting more and more popular and its that partly

but it's soren too. it's always soren

You stood at the right wing of the stage, hidden behind thick velvet curtain and darkness. You stared at the vast crowd in front of the stage, the sparkling lights of their light sticks almost blinding.

Just standing there made you feel nervous, made you feel small. You were nothing in face of that crowd.

You flinched when you suddenly felt hands on your shoulders and a breath against your ear "What's wrong?"

You recognised that voice anywhere. Instantly, you relaxed, a rather heavy sigh leaving your lips "Just nervous. Before concert jitters."

Soren turned you around to face him, that signature warm grin on his face "Nothing to be nervous about. You'll do great."

"Do you remember my tips?" He added, almost like an afterthought and you nodded. Those tips reassured you, made you a bit more confident.

Soren's grin only grew brighter. His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek "You'll do great, love, don't worry about it so hard. That crowd is out there for you."

You wanted to argue that the crowd was out there for them, that this wasn't just your concert, but a shared concert between you, their band and a few other performers.

There was no arguing with the very sure and stubborn expression on Soren's face though. So, you just gave a nod and let yourself be reassured by him.

After you left for the stage, Soren watched you with rapt eyes, glancing away just quick enough to spot the paparazzi backstage with him.

He wondered what the headlines would look like in the morning.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

biggest fan pt. 2 LOL

absolutely obsessed but, unlike yeong-bae, he's so open about it and he tells literally everyone he can tell about you

'oh you like good music? well have you heard of--'

people around him are sick of it but also they have to admit your music is pretty fucking good LOL

also has a huge collection but isn't smart enough to get repeats of any of his merch so all his albums are opened and well-worn

he'll flip through them whenever he has the time, just admiring your photos and stuff or reading your lyrics

keeps your photo cards in his wallet 100% and he lovingly shows it to people

he always takes extra jobs as sound tech or like backstage staff at concerts in the hopes that it ends up being your concert and it hasn't worked once but he still hopes

"Excuse me? Sorry, can I ask you something?"

Ryuu had been mid-bend and about to pick up a giant speaker when your melodic voice fluttered into his ear. He would've recognised your voice anywhere.

The speaker fell the short distance to the floor and he immediately turned around, wide eyes taking in your outfit and your sheepish little expression "Huh?"

Huh? Was that the best he could do? He finally manages to meet his soulmate, the one person he's loved more than anything, who he's admired more than anything, and that's all he had to say?

Thankfully, you giggled, all soft and sweet and Ryuu felt all his stress and worry melt away. You really were so magical and wonderful.

"Sorry, it's the first time I've done a concert here and I'm kind of lost." You admitted, looking so cutely embarrassed that Ryuu wanted to scream into his hands and roll around.

"Do you know where my room is?"

Of course he knew where your room was. He'd been hovering around it for ages now.

Instead of admitting that, though, he just nodded and immediately turned around, entire body wound like a tight string. He was way too nervous to be around you like this and, yet, he didn't want to stay away.

"Wait a sec." You ran after him, your hand--smaller than his, oh so small and soft and gentle--suddenly landing on his "Sorry, can't see well backstage."

You probably didn't want to mention his rather long legs and his rather long strides.

"Sorry." He apologised as well but his heart really wasn't in it. He was glad to have hurried along because, if he hadn't, you wouldn't have held him like this.

Maybe he could stick around you a bit longer, see if you cling to him more.

You were meant to be after all.

ayaka yamato ★ profile

your biggest fan pt. 3

instead of really collecting a lot of your merchandise, she just obsessively follows you on social media

she'll like every single one of your posts, retweets all your tweets, makes sure to join every single one of your lives

she also doesn't miss a single event, no matter how expensive LOL

she definitely does her best to monetarily support you

hires you to always have concerts around lovelock, makes sure to have shares in the company you work for, etc etc

is just overall very vocally supportive of you LMAO

"Excuse me?"

Ayaka froze in place, her fingers tightening around the iced coffee in her hand.

"Sorry, I don't know if I have this right but are you ayaka-ya?"

She finally turned around and, like she had thought, it really was you, smiling so sugary sweet, shy expression making you look absolutely adorable.

Who would've thought that she'd finally meet you at some high-end cafe downtown?

"Oh my god, hi!" Ayaka immediately stood up, eyes wide as she tried to take in your cute outfit and your gorgeous face.

"Hi, sorry, it's probably so weird to come up to you so suddenly..." You rubbed the back of your neck, looking extremely sheepish "But, uhm, I've been such a huge fan of yours for the longest time and I know that you're a fan of mine too, right?"

You'd noticed? Her eyes fluttered a little as she tried to regain her composure "Oh my god, that's sooo embarrassing that you noticed."

You immediately shook your head and took her hands into yours "No, no, I've really appreciated all the likes and retweets and just all the support! It means the world to me!"

"Actually..." You leaned closer, your shy expression only growing even more bashful "Your support got me through a lot of tough times so I wanted to say thank you."

Ayaka nodded hastily, heart beating a staccato in her chest. To hear you, the one person she looked up to and wanted to support, say that she had been supporting you instead?

Had she died of caffeine overdose and went to heaven?

"You can say thank you by having coffee with me, how's that?" She hugged your arm and gestured to the empty seat behind her, grin wide and expression excited.

Somehow, she could get addicted to this feeling.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #female oc #female yandere #drabbles #bulleted #yeongbae #soren #ryuu #ayaka

[thesweetestgirlintown]

OUR FATE WITH ENHYPEN

by: wonderjeju

Photo grab from Enhypen's official twitter account: @Enhypen Official

This post is already long overdue since due to some circumstances I almost forgot to update my digital diary.

Last February 3 at NCC Stadium in New Clark City I attended the my first ever KPOP concert of my favorite korean boyband Enhypen with their Fate tour. It was my first time attending a KPOP concert. I was surprise with that to see different fun project sponsored and created by Engenes. With much effort and allotted time different fan project were launch like the buses for the OT7, the air banner , the blue rose project for Jungwoon's birthday and the orange flower. An Engene Zone and carnival were also made for those who will be attending the concert and for Team Labas also.

photo by: wonderjeju

Even, we experience a lot of struggle towards the strapping and verification of our ticket we endured it in the name of Enhypen since we love our OT7 and they deserve all the support and love. A lot of engenes were dress on their best OOTD and I love seeing those fashionable co- enegenes.

Official banner and ticket for Fate Tour in NCC

Engenes line up outside the NCC stadium.

Even, we experience a lot of struggle towards the strapping and verification of our ticket we endured it in the name of Enhypen since we love our OT7 and they deserve all the support and love. A lot of engenes were dress on their best OOTD and I love seeing those fashionable co- enegenes.

Official Light stick of Enhypen

Inside NCC Stadium

photo by: wonderjeju

The excitement heat's up when we enter the stadium as we the whole crowd of engenes were already excited to see our sevEN. By the way we our tier is on standing section B. Well this is also my first time to be at standing section since the last time I attended concert on Coldplay we were seated. And to be honest standing section for me is a No since I am that very kind of concert goers who will prefered to be on seated but for Enhypen ofcourse I will sacrifice.

photo by: wonderjeju

The screams were loud and the cheers as the concert will start. And as the boys already appeared one by one on the stage the engenes screams for insanely loud as in super loud. Enhypen open the show by singing their popular song Drunk-Dazed which make the whole stadium sing and dance to its beat. Enhypen preform their chart topper songs like Polaroid love, Fever, Bite Me, Tamed-Dashed, Shoutout and more. They even ride a moving cart and went around the stadium just to see and say Hi to all the engenes in the stadium.

photo by: wonderjeju

Sunghoon, Ni-ki, Heeseung, Jake, Jungwoon, Sunoo and Jay ( Enhypen)

The highlight of the night are, Sunghoon dancing SB19's Gento which make the whole crowd going gaga over his dance cover. Second is Heeseung singing Give me your forever by Zac Tabuldo which make the crowd fall in love with his lovely voice. Ni-ki's dancing ' Like this' the dance prodigy show his moves that makes all the engene groove. And lastly Sunoo's cover of Moving Closer by Never the Stranger which made the turn the whole stadium quite while listening to Sunoo's angelic voice.

Video by : wonderjeju (Sunghoon dancing Gento )

Video by: wonderjeju (Sunghoon dancing Gento by SB19) will upload separate video of Ni-ki dancing and Sunoo since tumblr can only accomodate 1 video per post.

Sunoo on screen singing Moving Closer cover by Never the stranger

OHMYG I was suprised when Sunoo made that cover of Moving Closer, I known that song since college because of Close up tvc. And after that cover of Sunoo, whenever I hear that song Moving Closer it seems that it brings me back to that particular scene when Sunoo singing that and it seemed that I am at NCC stadium watching Enhypen concert whenever I hear Moving closer is being played. Well some may think that I am OA but that's what I feel whenever I hear that song it just like a lullaby to my ears.

They close their show by singing Karma with a fireworks display which is enjoy by enhypen and the engenes. All the struggle we been thru outside the stadium is worth all the sunburn that we get from the strong sunlight is worth after seeing Enhypen enjoying their concert its all worth the expenses and everything we been thru before the concert starts is worth for the sevEN boys who inspire us and make us smile it is worth. Hearing them that they are happy to see us filo-engene make our heart melts and happy.

photo grab from Enhypen's official twitter account @Enhypen official

And everything that night was unreal that I cannot even explain the feeling that I have. The feeling that already see, listen to their song live and watch Enhypen preform live. It was a different feeling it seems that I gain another inspiration in order to work hard just to save for their upcoming projects. To be honest I was already a fan of kpop during my highschool days superjunior, bigbang, 2ne1 and during my college days girls generation, exo, shinee to be specific. Well during that time I have no means for watching concert or buying merch since I am just student back then. So watching Fate Tour of Enhypen live is really something to me its a feeling of healing my kpop fan girl heart that I can afford and finally watch a concert.

photo grab from official twitter account of enhypen @Enhypen official

Enhypen does not know that during my bad days in the mid of 2021 they cure my bad feeling they even cure my disappointment that I experince years back. With the experience watching Enhypen live well I must say I will work hard in order to support and watch their upcoming shows.

Its our fate to be with Enhypen and to be an engene that supports them. Our Fate bring us together.

#enhypen #sunghoon #heeseung #jay #jungwon #kim sunoo #ni ki #enhypen jake #fate tour in new clark city #fate tour #engene #park jeongseong #park sunghoon #lee heeseung #yang jungwon #sim jaeyun #sim jake #jay park

[altschmerzes]

hey for something new and different im gonna do something i havent done in a very long time and share a bit of my original sports fiction project. this is from the very beginning of it, not the actual opening-opening but very shortly after it. it helps introduce and get to know our audience surrogate character, hockey player jesse marvel who’s just been drafted and is about to start training camp for the team that drafted him, the minneapolis-saint paul phoenixes.

buries my face in my hands anyways here’s this

Since he started high school, Jesse has been experiencing a recurring dream. It happens every couple of weeks or so, to the point that it’s an inside joke around his family’s home that Jesse got another video call from his alternate life whenever he has it. 

In the dream, he’s at a concert, standing off to the side of a massive stage, grandly lit with an inferno of blinding bright lights. The crowd is enormous, the kind you’d see at Madison Square Garden or Red Rocks Amphitheatre. Thousands of blurred out faces gather in an undulating mass of expectant fans, ready and waiting for the show to begin. The anticipation is so thick in the air that he can taste it, a metallic aluminum-copper, the adrenaline emitting from every person there enough to raise goosebumps on his arms. He never knows what band is supposed to take the stage, and every time he tries to read the banner hanging at the back of the platform it’s like he can’t get his eyes to focus on it. Then the crowd starts cheering, a wall of sound sweeps in a tidal wave across the stage, and someone plants a hand square in the middle of Jesse’s back. There’s the quick jerk of a nylon strap around his neck, the whack of an electric guitar into his chest, and a shove that sends him stumbling out, unable to stop until he stands, centre stage, staring out at the crowd that he now realizes has come to see him.

At this point of the dream, a few things occur to Jesse at once. He cannot play the guitar and in fact has never touched one in his life before this moment. He cannot carry a tune in a bucket. One time, he’d been singing in the car and his little sister Brigit, who’d then been ten years old, had very solemnly pulled a five dollar bill out of her backpack and handed it to him, informing him she was bribing him ‘cash money’ to stop. And finally, in just a moment, he’s going to play a chord, or open his mouth to sing a note, and irreversibly, inescapably, profoundly let every one of these thousands upon thousands of people down. 

Jesse hasn’t had the dream since before the draft. He’d walked up on the stage when his name had been called, selected third overall out of hundreds of talented young players hoping this would be their big shot to make it into the League, and accepted the jersey and hat handed to him by the Phoenixes general manager without a single slip-up. It was the exact opposite of the experience in the dream. So much so that he’d thought maybe the dream had just been him psyching himself out since he really got serious about making the League, some kind of subconscious hazing he’d been inflicting on himself. 

It’s not until after the draft, when he’s milling awkwardly around the hall in a surreal haze surrounded by families in fancy clothing and reporters with flashing cameras and little recorder microphones, that Jesse realizes he'd been premature on deciding that one. If the dream was meant to prepare him for anything, it wasn’t the draft. It was everything that followed. Every day he steps out of the hotel room he’s been calling home for the last couple weeks, Jesse feels like he does in the dream when the shove propels him forward onto the stage. It’s like even the walls in the twin cities of Minneapolis and Saint Paul have grown eyes, and every pair of them is trained on him. 

During the rookie showcase, there had been a reassuring degree of anonymity that had helped Jesse feel a little less like he was living a waking version of that dream. Every person there is in the same uniform, the Phoenixes standard gear complete with a blank practice jersey and helmet, none of which had a name or number attached. There, he’d just been another kid with skates on his feet and big dreams in his head, surrounded by fifteen or so others exactly like him. It isn’t until he’s at the first day of training camp, a freshly signed contract placing him in the slim ranks of players who were signed to teams their first year before ever playing a single minute of a game on League ice and a jersey screaming his last name in all-caps across his shoulders, that the feeling comes back. Everyone’s eyes are on him again, and this time it’s worse, because those eyes are the eyes of the Phoenixes.

#gav gab #original: the miracle run #i love jesse is the thing. he's my little guy. #i had a fucking epiphany about this project the other day and the trajectory of it and what the like #central sort of. narrative arc is? #the character driven narrative arc #and this kid is half of it #the other half is isaac who is not introduced here but is introduced very shortly after this and is like #antagonist coded in his first couple of scenes which deeply amuses me

[lovelytsunoda]

tell me more // pierre gasly

summary: y/n takes pierre to a concert. he had no idea what he was getting himself into. im literally projecting so much here i want someone to dance at a pop punk show with

pairing: pierre gasly x pop punk ! gf

she was family friends with george russell, who, by all accounts, pierre assumed was a pretty normal person.

and logically, he thought that meant that y/n was fairly normal as well

“mate, you have no bloody idea what you’re getting yourself into” george had said when pierre first asked george’s blessings to ask y/n out

not like he had to ask in the first place, but he figured he'd be a decent guys and at least warn the mercedes driver that it was gonna happen one way or another

pierre had thought nothing of it at the time

he knew, from just little things, that her music taste was not something that would normally have been considered to be “normal”

little things gave it away, like the array of cd’s lined up alphabetically on the shelf on the landing of her little house that he never saw her play

or the oversized shirts with logos and album artwork for artists he had never heard of

or that one time they were driving to dinner and she remarked how much she hated one of the billboard 100 songs that was in his spotify playlist

but he’s never actually heard snippets of what she listens to, always choosing to listen with her headphones in

so when y/n suggests a night out, one that she planned entirely herself, pierre is like ‘why not’

poor guy gets himself all dressed up in a nice little button down shirt and some white pants

but when he picks up y/n, shes wearing bell-bottom jeans, a small black tube top and a vintage nascar jacket she had  thrifted

“you are waaaay too dressed up for where we’re going”

they pull up to the small concert venue, and pierre is so confused when he looks around and sees all the people gathered outside in ripped jeans and black t-shirts

“um, babe, what exactly are we doing tonight?” pierre asks nervously, linking his arm with hers as they walked towards the door

he kept expecting people to recognize him, but this was not the kind of crowd that was likely to know who he was

if he had played footy on the other hand . . . 

“oh, i had tickets to see this band from liverpool with an old friend, but she bailed last minute, so i had an extra ticket”

band? what kind of band? pierre wondered, looking around at the crowd

he didn’t have time to ask, the door opening and throngs of people flooding in

just his luck that y/n had tickets closer to the front part of the arena with a good glimpse of the stage

he got a glimpse of the band’s name printed on the back banner, whipping out his phone so he could find out exactly what kind of band they were

a punk band from england, according to google.

the lights went down and the band began to play 

the guitars are loud and the singer has an interesting voice

pierre is so unprepared to be jostled around by the seas of bodies

even more unprepared to see y/n jumping with them, in a world of her own as she screams the words at the top of her lungs

it’s a side of her that pierre has never seen before

for a hot minute, he almost forgets how out of place he is.

hes just standing there awkwardly all the way through the entire first song, staring at y/n, who has just become five times more interesting

because she is quite literally the last person he expected to be in to this sort of thing.

almost gets himself kicked in the side of the head by a crowdsurfer

at first the other concertgoers are like ‘who the fuck is this wanker in a button down shirt and slacks’

and then it clicks that ‘oooh he’s here with someone who didn't tell him where they were going’

the first song ends, and pierre gets a glimpse of the look of absolute joy and wonder on y/n’s face

and he wants to be a part of it somehow

so when the next song starts playing, pierre grabs her hand and spins her around a few times, even though he has no idea if that’s what he’s supposed to do

y/n loops her arms around pierre’s neck while she’s bouncing around, and of course, pierre has to mirror what she’s doing, and he does, with a huge smile on his face

so when about halfway through the song, y/n finds herself dancing with her back in the general vicinity of pierre’s chest, the driver is just like ‘club dancing !?!?! this is something i actually know how to do’

he still feels super awkward as he moves to grab her hips, guiding her body towards his

once again, the other people in the crowd are like ‘what the fuck is this guy doing?’

but y/n loves it

pierre’s lips pepper soft kisses to her face while she watches the band onstage

he’ll jump when she jumps, dance when she dances

it ends up being one of the best nights of his life

“you should crowdsurf next time”

y/n offhandedly suggests it as they leave hand-in-hand 

pierre shuts it down immediately

he looks into the band, and actually finds that their music is a good thing to listen to before he gets in the car

it sort of becomes a ritual

let’s just say that there are many more concerts to come

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