The lights went down and the arena still roared, but backstage the air was thick with sweat and adrenaline. Jennie kicked the door shut behind them, already yanking her mic pack off. “Fuck that crowd got me soaked,” she said, voice low and rough. Lisa was on her in seconds, slamming her against the wall, tongue pushing deep into her mouth while her hands shoved under Jennie’s leather skirt.
“Spread,” Lisa growled. Jennie obeyed, thighs parting so Lisa’s fingers could yank her thong aside and sink two knuckles deep into her dripping cunt. Jennie moaned loud, hips jerking forward, riding the thrust like she needed it to breathe.
Jisoo and Rosé weren’t waiting. Rosé dropped to her knees in front of Jisoo, ripping open the older girl’s stage pants and burying her face between her legs. “Taste so fucking good after a show,” Rosé muttered, tongue lapping hard at Jisoo’s swollen clit. Jisoo grabbed Rosé’s hair, grinding down, riding her mouth with short, filthy rolls of her hips.
Jennie was already coming, thighs shaking around Lisa’s wrist as Lisa finger-fucked her fast and mean, thumb grinding her clit. “That’s it, cum on my hand like the slut you are,” Lisa hissed. Jennie’s head thunked back against the wall, mouth open, cursing through the orgasm.
They moved to the couch without a word.
Clothes came off in impatient tugs. Lisa strapped on the thick black dildo they kept in the dressing room, slicking it with lube while Jennie got on all fours. “Fuck me,” Jennie demanded, looking back over her shoulder. Lisa didn’t tease. She lined up and drove the whole length in one hard thrust. Jennie cried out, pushing back to take it deeper.
Jisoo climbed onto the couch in front of her, spreading her legs so Jennie’s mouth could reach her pussy. “Eat,” Jisoo ordered. Jennie did, tongue flat and greedy, licking through wet folds while Lisa pounded her from behind. Every thrust shoved Jennie’s face harder into Jisoo’s cunt.
Rosé wasn’t left out. She knelt behind Lisa, reaching around to rub the leader’s clit while she fucked Jennie. “You’re so wet from wrecking her,” Rosé said, biting Lisa’s shoulder. Lisa groaned and fucked harder, the wet slap of skin loud in the room.
Jennie came again with a muffled shout against Jisoo’s pussy. Jisoo followed right after, thighs clamping around Jennie’s head as she flooded her tongue. Lisa pulled out, flipped Jennie onto her back, and straddled her face. “Suck it clean,” she said. Jennie opened wide, taking the slick toy down her throat while Rosé crawled between her legs and started eating her out again.
They switched. Jisoo took the strap next, bending Rosé over the arm of the couch and driving into her while Lisa sat on Rosé’s face. Jennie knelt beside them, fingers working her own clit as she watched. “Look at that greedy pussy taking every inch,” she taunted. Rosé moaned into Lisa’s cunt, hips pushing back for more.
Lisa came with a sharp gasp, grinding down on Rosé’s tongue. Jisoo kept fucking Rosé through it, reaching under to pinch her nipples until Rosé shook apart too, coming hard around the thick silicone.
They didn’t stop. The night stretched with bodies tangled, mouths and fingers and the strap trading places. Jennie rode Jisoo’s face while Lisa fucked her from behind again. Rosé sat on Jisoo’s strap and bounced, tits in Jennie’s mouth. Sweat slicked every inch of skin. The room smelled like sex and perfume and stage makeup.
Hours later they lay in a sweaty heap, breathing hard. Lisa’s fingers still moved lazily between Jennie’s legs, keeping her on edge. “Same time tomorrow?” she asked, voice hoarse.
Jennie laughed, low and filthy. “Fuck yes.”
