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"Are you for real? Right here?" you ask in between short gasps even as you feel long, delicate fingers crawl down the skin of your stomach, slowly dipping below the waistband of your jeans.
The man in front of you – more like cramped against you – merely grunts and shrugs before leaning in and resuming your heated kiss, devouring your lips with such hunger only a post-concert high could ever induce.
Right. Hunger. Post-concert.
"Wait – Tae – aren't you hungry?" you ask again, shoving slightly against his shoulders right as his fingers breach the elastic of your panties, brushing against your clit. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning.
"Hungry for you," he wastes but a breath to respond to your inquiry only to flirt, when he's already touching one of your most sensitive spots, making your knees weak.
That's right. Kim Taehyung is trying to finger you, the two of you pressed together in his tiny dressing room backstage after BTS's rather intimate show in a small Italian city. There are so many things that could go wrong in this scenario – the room doesn't have a lock because it's mostly curtains and thin wooden panels dividing the compartments of each of the members; his stylist probably wants to pack up and could therefore walk in at any moment and get a front row seat to a show she didn't sign up for; or one wicked move from Taehyung could make you lose your shit and moan out loud and thus end both of your careers forever – but he doesn't seem to mind, almost as if he's telling the truth that he's hungry for you, and only for you.
You've been secretly dating Kim Taehyung for a few months now, and for the time being, as far as either of you can tell, no one at Big Hit – the management, the staff, or the members themselves – know about it. Things started out pretty tame: your first kiss was in the recording booth – because you've been working with Taehyung as producer of his new solo song; then you hung out at each other's apartments, where things could and did easily move into the bedroom. It's not like you can go out on dates, after all. But eventually, the little shit got more and more adventurous: sneaking kisses in the workplace (at least when you were alone together); fleeting touches that lasted longer and longer; and one day, after much teasing and flirting, you ended up fucking against the mixing console in the sound booth. You would feel sorry for the poor machines if their tiny buttons didn't leave dimples on your ass after Taehyung had pounded you senseless on top of them.
"Tae – fuck – god that's good but – you know what I mean," you mutter your argument, your brain short circuiting between I want more and We're gonna get in trouble in the span of mere seconds. "You just finished a three-hour setlist, babe."
"We had snacks between stages, Y/N," Taehyung mutters back against the skin of your neck, his breath fanning down the neckline of your top, and you feel your nipples perk up instantly in response to the sensation. He grinds his clothed erection against your thigh as he shoves his middle and index finger up your core, and you wonder just when you got all sopping wet, taking in his fingers like they've always belonged there. "All I could think about while dancing up there was having my fingers inside your sweet, sweet pussy just… like… thisss..."
He half-whines, half-hisses the last part, and for a moment you nearly give in – his vocal range will be the end of you – but you manage not to go off the deep end, opening your eyes wide and pushing him by the shoulders with a bit more force. He straightens up but doesn't remove his hand from your pants, and thank heavens you decided to do something about it because, in that moment, a familiar voice comes calling from somewhere behind the curtain they called a 'door' for this venue.
"Y/N noona? You in there?"
You forcefully shove Taehyung off of you, scrambling to fix your appearance as you respond, "Yeah, Jeongguk-ah, I'm here with Taehyungie." You pray to the deities that your voice doesn't sound like you were just getting fingered literally moments ago.
"Oh, good!"
Jeon Jeongguk and his bunny smile appear through a partition in the curtains, hair dripping from his post-concert shower.
"What's up? Is it time to go?" Taehyung asks his bandmate from somewhere behind you, but you dare not glance at him, not sure that you've gotten the hot and heavy mood out of your own system just yet.
"Yep, the coaster's ready – I just need to fetch you two and Jimin hyung," the maknae confirms, eyes twinkling with excitement at the merriment the seven of them had planned for after today's show. "Y/N noona, you're staying at the same hotel for the rest of the week, right?"
"Wh – oh, yeah –" you stutter your reply, defensive.
"Then you won't have to leave us early," Jeongguk announces, grinning.
He isn't wrong. For this city, Big Hit managed to book a room for you at the exact same hotel where the guys are staying. They had actually sent you to join this leg of the tour because time was running out to finalize the tracks for the new EP, and so, in between shows, you'd be holed up with Min Yoongi – often with Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok, too, and occasionally with varying combinations of members or sometimes even all seven of them – dissecting and deciding on musical arrangements.
"Did Jimin come out already?"
Taehyung suddenly seems impatient, and sure enough, he rushes past you when Jeongguk shakes his head in response.
"You and Y/N can go on ahead and get on the coaster," the second youngest member of BTS says to the maknae, sounding commanding. You can only imagine why. "I'll go and fetch Jimin."
"Good idea, Hyung," Jeongguk nods approvingly after Taehyung. "Jimin hyung never listens to me when I ask him to hurry up."
Taehyung shoots you a glance as he exits, a malicious glint in his eye that Jeongguk doesn't catch. You struggle not to shudder, both excited and worried over what your boyfriend is planning for when you get back to the hotel.