The dressing room door slammed shut behind her. The bass from the stage still thumped through the walls, but all she could focus on was the way the leader of the group stared at her like he wanted to ruin her.
“On your knees. Now.”
She dropped without thinking. His stage outfit was half off already, sweat-slick skin and hard muscle showing. He grabbed her hair and yanked her face against the bulge in his pants.
“Open your mouth. You came back here for kpop smut, didn’t you? Then earn it.”
She unzipped him and his cock slapped against her cheek, thick and already leaking. She licked the head once before he shoved in deep, hitting the back of her throat on the first thrust. He fucked her face without mercy, hips snapping forward while she gagged and drooled down her chin.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all the way. Good little slut.”
He pulled out just long enough to slap his wet cock across her lips, then hauled her up and bent her over the makeup counter. Her skirt was flipped up, panties ripped to the side.
Two fingers drove straight into her soaked pussy.
“Already dripping. Knew you’d be like this.”
He lined up and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cried out, forehead pressed to the mirror. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pounded into her hard and fast, the counter shaking with every thrust. His balls slapped against her clit and the wet sound of his cock stretching her filled the room.
“Say it,” he growled, one hand fisting her hair so she had to watch herself in the mirror. “Tell me whose cock is wrecking you.”
“Yours—fuck—yours,” she gasped.
He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he kept driving into her. Her legs shook. She came hard, cunt clenching around him, but he didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, then pulled out and spun her around.
“On the couch. Spread your legs.”
She obeyed. He climbed between her thighs and pushed back inside, this time slower but deeper, grinding against her cervix with every roll of his hips. Sweat dripped from his chest onto her tits. He leaned down and bit her nipple hard enough to make her yelp, then sucked it to soothe the sting.
“Gonna fill you up,” he muttered against her skin. “You want that? Want the whole group to know you left here leaking my cum?”
“Yes—please—”
He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her in half, pounding down into her at a brutal angle. The new position made her see stars. She came again, harder, soaking his cock and the couch beneath them. He followed right after, burying himself to the root and pulsing hot and thick inside her.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, then pulled out slowly. Cum immediately started to trickle out of her. He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back in.
“Don’t waste it.”
She was still trembling when he finally stood and tucked himself away. He tossed her a towel from the rack.
“Same time after the next show. Don’t be late.”
She nodded, legs too shaky to stand yet, the taste of him still on her tongue and the ache between her thighs already promising she’d be back.
