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Lee Jooyeon, the lead singer, bass guitarist and front man of Korean rock band Xdinary Heroes, has an addiction. Nothing harmful, nothing bad, just, an addiction. Laying on his bed, naked from the waist down, legs spread, a vibrator shoved in his cunt. Her cunt. There was never a moment she wasn’t stuffed full. Jooyeon wasn’t really sure of when it started, but he knew exactly when it became public knowledge, at least to the members.
They were sat around a kotatsu, bottles of whatever scattered on top of it. Jooyeon was kneeling, cheeks red, eyes shiny and unfocused, a baggy, ratty old tee covering his upper body. He was unsure of how, but Seungmin caught a peek of the purple base of the dildo he’d been carrying all day. They were both drunk, and Jooyeon was leaning over the table just enough that the shirt rose - and they were all very drunk. The next memory Jooyeon had is of her chest against the table, tears streaming down her cheeks being promptly kissed away by Hyeongjun, lips parted and drool pooling over the wooden surface, Seungmin’s hand softly kneading her ass. And someone, methodically pumping the dildo into her, and someone else holding her thighs apart, and all she could hear was muttered praises and the squelch of the thrusts.
“You’re doing so good, Joo.” Jiseok. He came closer, petting his-her hair. Jooyeon’s eyes were glazed, barely able to see their faces.
“If you wanted us to fuck you, you could have just asked.” Hyeongjun spoke up, smiling down at the maknae.
She nodded, unable to answer coherently as moans kept spilling out past her lips. She felt a pressure on her clit, a sob escaped, her hands gripped the end of the table until they were taken by the guitarists’. The finger worked slowly, rubbing soft circles on her. “Pleas-“
“Breathe, Joo.” Gunil. Jooyeon became impossibly redder, thighs trembling as the fingers he had long identified as Jungsu’s massaged them. “You’re safe, baby. You’re fine.”
He picked up speed, and strength, and her forehead slammed against the table, sobs hiccuping out as she came, pushing her hips back into the thrusts. The leader slowed his movements, Jungsu stood to press a gentle kiss on Jooyeon’s cheek. “You did so well, you’re so good. Good job, Joo.”
The following moments were a blur to Jooyeon, he could recall whining when Gunil tried to pull the toy out, nervously explaining he needed it to stay inside. That there was always something inside. He has no recollection of when he agreed to become what she did, but he didn’t mind it. As long as she wasn’t empty, he didn’t mind.
Jooyeon could vaguely make out the first time he had to go to one of the members, for her. It was the middle of the night, and she’d been trying. For hours. No matter which toy, which position, she couldn’t come. She got so close, but she couldn’t. Her brain kept going back to the night, the kotatsu, the touches.
Before she knew it, she was up, vibrator still on, still inside her and still on her clit. The door to Jungsu’s room was unlocked, and she was too tired and too fucked to consider knocking - she stepped in. The oldest turned around, eyes half closed before widening, lips parted before pursing, he sat up, hand hovering over the spot beside him before patting his lap. “Come here.”
Jooyeon shuffled, wiping the dried tears from her face. Settling on Jungsu’s lap, her head buried itself on his neck. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the low buzzing of the vibrator. The pianist placed his hands on her waist, pressing down methodically. “You can’t cum, baby?”
She whined, tears already flowing and hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, pulling her face away from its hiding spot, pushing her to lay down, one leg on each of his sides. Jungsu had grabbed a pillow, setting it where her lower back would hit. “There we go, beautiful boy.”
Oh- oh. Jooyeon’s eyes widened, a sob erupted, her-his hands came up to cover his face as she-he tried not to cry too hard. “No. Not, no.”
A pit had formed in Jungsu’s stomach, and he leaned over the maknae, trapping him underneath his body. “You are, you’re so beautiful.”
Jooyeon whined loudly, suddenly the vibrations were too much, suddenly he could feel everything around him, suddenly even the thought of being near Jungsu felt like too much. “I’m not a-“ but the word never came. It was like a click, the same moment Jooyeon’s panic clicked in Jungsu’s brain, their lips met.
Jungsu kept one hand firm on Jooyeon’s hips, pushing her down. The bassist’s hands gripped his shoulders, lips moving anxiously. Neither were very experienced, idol life always getting in the way, but the way Jungsu’s lips felt soft against hers, and the way Jooyeon’s tongue desperately tried to explore every inch of his mouth - it was good. Jungsu pulled away, eliciting a sigh from the other. “My pretty girl. So pretty.”
He didn’t give Jooyeon time to respond, one hand traveling down to the vibrating strap on she had stuffed herself with, the other taking hold of her breast, lips following shortly after. He felt the vibrations on her clit, gentle and slow on the tips of his fingers. They traveled further down, feeling the toy pulsating into her. Jooyeon hissed at the feeling of his lips on her nipple, at the feeling of his tongue toying with it. His other hand moved down, both now tugging the straps down her thighs.
“No! Have to- have to be full. Can’t- please.” Jooyeon sobbed, nails digging into the back of his hands. Jungsu nodded, kissing down her stomach, slowly tugging the strap fully off. She kicked her legs, tears falling freely, hands traveling down to her cunt. He slapped them away lightly, eyes trained on her sex.
“You’re all red and puffy, baby.” He pouted, leaning down to press a small kiss to her clit. She hissed. He licked it lightly, eyes coming up to see her face. The tear tracks, the bitten and swollen lips, the redness around her cheeks where she’d been scratching off her tears. “Your pretty pussy is all red and ruined, poor thing.”
“Please. Please please, Su I need, please.” His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking carefully before toying it with his tongue. He felt the tips of her fingers trying to push him away, gripped the hand she was trying to snake under her thigh. He slipped his tongue down, nose nuzzling into her clit as he explored her inside. Jooyeon sighed in relief, hands shakily moving away. “Pleas- inside, more.”
Jungsu looked up, pulling away momentarily. Jooyeon was impossibly red, hiccuping into her hands as she sobbed, but her legs were arched and spread, thighs shaking, on her tiptoes. Experimentally, Jungsu started to push a finger into her, watching it disappear. “God, you’re so- wet, baby.”
He slipped in another, thrusting them slowly. He waited, eyes flicking between her cunt and her face. His lips found their way back to her clit, and Jooyeon whined, locking one leg around his head. Her voice was whiny, raspy, nearing on imperceptible. “More, please. Harder.”
Who was Jungsu to say no? He kept his pace, but thrusted harder, took a while to find her sweet spot, her back arching as he did. His tongue joined his, now three, digits, Jooyeon’s hand pushing his head closer by the hair. The pianist lapped at her clit, her voice whinier, higher, pleading. “Pleas- please please, Su I’m so close, don’t stop please.”
Jungsu kept his speed, kept his strength, kept his movements exactly the same. If it’s working, why stop? Why stop even when Jooyeon’s thighs start squeezing his head, both of her hands tugging his hair painfully, moaning out his name as he felt her squeeze his fingers and tongue, coming undone around him? He did pull away, when her moans became wrecked sobs, when he could feel her femurs press the sides of his head. He rose, keeping his fingers inside her, unmoving. “You did so well, Joo.”
Her eyes were locked on him. He grabbed the vibrator, looking over the slick that coated it. Her eyes widened as he took it into his mouth, sucking it clean. Jooyeon blinked perplexed, whined when the older pulled his finger out, a plead to be full stuck on her throat as he pushed the vibrator back inside of her, off. She sighed, relieved. “T-hank you.”
“Anytime.” Jungsu smiled, leaning down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. He grabbed a t-shirt of his, helping Jooyeon put it on, before the maknae went on his way, to the bathroom, then back to his room.
It took a while for the members to stop questioning him. They were curious, they didn’t know how else to approach the subject, so they had a no dumb question policy. Jooyeon was sat on the floor, bass on his lap - they were supposed to take a break from practice.
“So it’s like, cockwarming?” Seungmin had apparently done a lot of research on the subject. “Like, it’s sexual.”
“Yes and no.” Hyeongjun was sat behind Jooyeon, silent as he answered. “It’s more like, calming, soothing. I felt safer when I had something in me. Now I feel anxious if I don’t.”
Seungmin nodded, eyes trailing down. “So like, right now…” His voice trailed off, unsure on how to proceed. “What?”
Jooyeon nodded, cheeks red. “Y-yeah, just a- a simple one.” She gulped, eyes stuck on the floor. Hyeongjun shifted, scooting closer, chest to her back. He reached over, taking the bass and setting it aside. The three had been left alone, the others gone to get lunch.
Seungmin sat in front of her, Hyeongjun placed his chin on her shoulder, and she felt her brain short circuiting. The guitarist spoke up. “Can we see? Please, princess?”
Jungsu had told them. She was a topic of conversation. They had asked. They wanted to know. The members knew. They knew. Her hands moved on their own, unbuckling her belt before he could stop them. She knelt, pushing her pants and underwear down just enough that they could see the base. “H-ere.”
Seungmin looked over her face, watching her eyes water and the first few tears fall. They’d been warned that she cried, that it didn’t mean she wasn’t happy, just overwhelmed - that it was good she did. He glanced over to Hyeongjun, who gave him a nod, hands firm around her thighs, massaging tenderly. Seungmin smiled, carefully inspecting the toy. It went into her ass, hooking in and into her cunt as well. “This is not a simple one. It’s big, Joo. Does it feel good?”
She nodded, gasping when she felt the double dildo slide down slightly, her knees buckling as Hyeongjun held her up, a bruising grip on her thighs. There was a moment of silence, before she could get the courage to answer. “I was really stressed and sometimes I want more and- I like it. It’s like-“
“It’s like having two dicks in you.” Hyeongjun cut her off, staring at the two cylindrical shapes, bound at the base. She sobbed, head down and eyes squeezed shut. The first time, the alcohol had put her in a haze, the shame didn’t stand a chance. The second time, she had gone to Jungsu, she started it, it was just him. But now, she had four eyes on her, seeming stuck on the toy. It felt too real, she was too sober, he was too present.
In an instant, Seungmin moved to her side, Hyeongjun’s hands pushed her down until her elbows hit the floor. He was gone by the time her lips were taken by Seungmin’s, Hyeongjun pumping the toy slowly in and out of her. The kiss wasn’t gentle, it was rough, she felt her body be pushed down, her leg kicked over the guitarist as her back hit the floor, kiss unbroken, Seungmin’s tongue claiming every bit of her mouth. Jooyeon was unable to cry out when she felt the toy be pulled out of her - her pants having disappeared from her legs - but it was swallowed by Seungmin, who made quick work of undoing the buttons to her flannel. They broke apart for a moment, to catch a breath.
“She’s soaking, Min.” Hyeongjun licked his lips, skinny finger promptly buried inside her cunt. It wasn’t enough, not when her ass was still stretched and empty, but it was there, poking at her spot gently, just grazing. “I don’t think I can wait long. Don’t think she needs it, either. And we should hurry.”
She was suddenly very aware of where she was, what was happening, the long list of people who could come in at any second. Tears started streaming faster, the keyboardist had left her side to pull his own shirt off, reaching for his pocket. Hyeongjun’s finger left her, and she whined quietly, kicking his ribs as a silent plea, unable to let herself sob lest someone hear her. He shushed her, struggling to pull his pants off one handed as his fingers stayed at her entrance, thumb on her fluttering hole, pointer and middle in her pussy, not going past her lips, not going for her clit. Just there. Jooyeon pushed her hips down, biting her bottom lip hard, sniffling. Her eyes were shut tightly when Seungmin’s lips went to one of her tits, sucking harshly, tongue roughly flicking her nipple - she whined loudly, shatteringly loud. He pulled off. “Be as loud as you want, baby, no one will hear.”
A broken sob escaped her lips, followed by pleas, begging to be filled, to be fucked - incoherent and loud. Seungmin moved down, spitting on his hand before sliding two fingers into her, thrusting them methodically, massaging her insides. She heard a bottle open, felt something be poured against her taint, felt two fingers slowly entering her. Her eyes shot open, leaning up on her elbows to see both of Seungmin’s hands disappear. Her pleas turned into gratitude, but were quickly hushed by Hyeongjun’s lips on her, far more gentle and less experienced than Seungmin had been, but she smiled into it.
“Okay, she’s ready, pick her up.” Her body was lifted, moved and sat on the guitarist’s lap, back firm on his chest. She felt his arms under her hips, lifting her up and spreading her legs. Seungmin came closer, hand reaching beneath her - Hyeongjun hissed - she was lowered slowly, until she felt a poke. Jooyeon moaned, head falling back into Hyeongjun’s shoulder as he slowly pushed into her ass, settling her on his lap, keeping her legs spread. His lips pressed gentle butterfly kisses over her neck and shoulder, praises muttered. Her brain clicked off.
Next thing she remembers is Seungmin on top of her, drilling into her cunt, her back still against Hyeongjun. She remembers moaning, remembers Hyeongjun’s hand on her chest, the other rubbing her clit raw. She remembers the two of them kissing, faces beside hers, remembers joining their tongues as the keyboardist’s pace faltered. Remembers hearing a stuttered “Where?”Remembers clenching around the two, feeling them pulsate inside her, biting each of her shoulders, the way their cum felt while it painted her walls. Her back arched, and she felt a gush of liquid squirt from her sex, a shout escape from her lips.
The members return and Jooyeon is already dressed, a plug and a dildo keeping his members’ cum safely inside. Gunil sits beside him, setting the food around on the floor for everyone to eat. “Sorry we took so long, guys. Jiseok wanted to get something from a new place and it took forever.”
Stage performances were sometimes hell for Jooyeon, but at least they went by quickly. He could vaguely recall a conversation they had backstage, about his thing.
“So on stage, do you also?” Jungsu was sat on the floor, massaging his fingers carefully. Jooyeon simply nodded, now far more comfortable with the questions. They’d almost all touched, or at least all had seen her in compromising positions.
“Every time?” Gunil perked, stretching his arms over his head.
“Yeah. Just something simple.” Jooyeon wasn’t good at holding eye contact, not when the topic was what he currently had inside himself. “I have a- a dildo, just that.”
“You said simple last week and it really, really wasn’t.” Hyeongjun smiled, carefully taping his fingers.
Jooyeon flushed, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Memories flashed before his eyes, the kiss the most vivid. Seungmin got up, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, his voice barely above a whisper. “Relax, Nil is just curious, okay?”
“Wait!” Jiseok shot up, exaggerated pout on his lips. “You all fucked her but me?!”
“I only ate her out.”
“You were there when we were drinking. I just, thrusted the dildo?”
“We did.” Hyeongjun shrugged, poking his tongue out at Jiseok. “You’re being dramatic.”
Jiseok grabbed Jooyeon’s wrist, pulling him into his arms. The guitarist smiled brightly, hugging the youngest. “Can I play with you after the show?”
There’s a blur, the show wiped from his mind. Jooyeon is sat on the back of the van, Jiseok beside him. In front of them, Seungmin and Hyeongjun, Gunil was driving, Jungsu in the passenger seat. He can faintly hear the leader’s rambling, over having to drive, maybe. Jiseok is on his phone, maybe he forgot.
Maybe not. The guitarist knelt on the floor, between his legs, her feet beside the headrests of the seats in front of them. He’s unsure of where his pants are, but he’s naked from the waist down. Jiseok licks his lips, soft hands massaging his calves. “You’re such a pretty girl, Joo. I could stare at you forever.”
She blushes, and he reaches up, pulling her shirt off just enough to trap her arms behind her back. Jiseok smiles brightly, eyes sparkling, hands on her waist as he presses their lips together. Jooyeon giggles, the feathery touch tickling her sides, making her squirm. His hand moves down, thumb pressing down hard on her clit. She gasps, legs kicking instinctively, but a grip on her ankles stops her - Seungmin and Hyeongjun had their backs still turned to them, hands keeping her in place. They had planned it.
Jooyeon can hear Gunil say something, she’s unsure of what, but Jiseok replies, lips detaching from her neck momentarily. She feels his thumb rubbing small, tight circles on her clit, absentmindedly chatting with the leader between wet kisses down her chest. His lips latched to her nipple as the car suddenly stops, her head banging into the car seat. “Be careful, asshole.”
The guitarist pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, petting her hair. Jooyeon sobbed, tears steaming down as she tried to reassure him, that she was fine. It was no use, his hand moved down, pressing the dildo impossibly deeper, she writhed under his touch. He hushed her, falling back onto his knees and taking her clit between his teeth, just lightly grazing it. Her hips bucked, he flicked his tongue over the tip, sucking it lightly. His touches were so soft, barely there, so light like a breeze. She moaned, a whispered, barely audible, plea for something - anything - more escaping her lips.
“You’re being mean to her. We told you she likes it strong.” Seungmin spoke up. Jooyeon’s eyes were shut tightly, quiet sobs passing her lips - she nodded aggressively, slamming her own head into the seat. Jiseok shushed her, slowly pulling the dildo out of her. Her lips parted, an unspoken complaint left on her throat as he pushed the toy against her tongue.
“I don’t have to do it like you did. I can be gentle and she’s going to love it the same. Right, pretty?” Jooyeon shook her head weakly, drool pooling in her mouth. “You deserve gentle. And ‘Nil isn’t going to stop driving until I’m done with you.”
The tears came faster, fatter, coating her cheeks, she drooled around the toy, her nose was running, sniffles overlapping the sobs she was swallowing down. Jiseok slowly slipped a finger into her, carefully thrusting as he suckled on her clit lightly; he curled his digit into her, tongue lapping languidly at her sex. Jooyeon felt her heart racing, the softness wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t enough - Seungmin was right, she needed more. She tilted her head, jaw hanging open as the dildo slid out of her mouth, onto the car seat, flopping down onto the floor.
“S- it’s not enough.” Her voice was raspy, eyes shut tight as she tried to release her arms. “More, please Ji, I need more.”
Jiseok looked up at her, eyes wide. “I- I don’t.”
The car comes to another screeching halt. The two front doors open, then the back door, Gunil stepping in beside Jiseok. Hyeongjun let go of her leg, the car started again, Jungsu driving. Jooyeon looked up at the leader, lips parting - they were quickly captured by the eldest’s. Gunil was far from gentle, hand gripping the guitarist’s hair roughly and pushing his face into her cunt. “Stop being mean to her, do it properly. Like I taught you.”
Jiseok nodded weakly, hands now gripping her thighs, nails digging into the soft flesh. His tongue pushed in beside his fingers, wrist moving slow but roughly into her, fingertips pushing into her spot. Her mouth fell open once again, a guttural moan escaping when Gunil tugged on her hair with his other hand, releasing the guitarist to lightly slap at her face. She moaned meekly, smiling up at him. “You’re such a pretty girl. It’s such a shame you’re a whore.”
Pulling her other leg from Seungmin’s hold, he picked her up and settled her on his lap. Her head bumped onto the roof of the car, a weak, barely audible moan escaping. “See, Jiseok. She likes the pain.” Gunil slipped his fingers into her mouth, right hand taking hold of her chest, tugging her nipple. “Put your legs back, baby.”
Jooyeon did as she was told, hands finally free to grip Jiseok’s hair and tug him even closer. Gunil’s lips attached to her neck, biting hard enough to bruise, sucking long enough to ensure it lasts. She muttered around his fingers. “More.”
Jiseok looked up, fingers to the hilt inside of her, right hand shoved inside his pants. He looked to Gunil, heartbeat in his throat. “Hyung, I-“ Jooyeon pulled him back in, grinding down on his face desperately.
“You’re too gentle, Ji.” Gunil pulled him up by his hair, slapping Jooyeon’s hand away. She sobbed, hips grinding down on the leader’s lap. “Fuck her.”
The guitarist tugged his pants down just enough, dick popping out. He laid it against Jooyeon’s cunt, thrusting shallowly before pushing the head in. He paused, and Gunil groaned, grabbing his hips and pulling him to thrust fully into Jooyeon. “Fuck. Her. Quit lollygagging.”
Jiseok nodded, burying his face in her neck as he picked up a pace, steady and deep. Gunil slipped his hand down, pinching Jooyeon’s clit harshly. He bit her earlobe, pinching her nipple sharply. “You’re so pretty, Jooyeon. Look at you taking Ji so well. Poor Jungsu-hyung, didn’t get to fuck you yet. You should apologize to him, made him eat you out and you left him high and dry.”
Jooyeon whined, skin reddening in shame. “Hyung! I’m- I’m sorry.” Jungsu hummed, dismissing her apology with imperceptible forgiveness. Jiseok’s hips stuttered, lips pressing to the bassist’s. “I’m close.”
Seungmin scoffed, turning around momentarily. “I told you not to fucking jack off. Poor Joo…”
Gunil pressed her clit harder, tight circles getting faster. She whined, tightening around Jiseok - that was enough to push him over the edge, spilling deep inside of her. “You’re so pretty Joo. I- I’m sorry.”
She shook her head, pressing her lips to Jiseok’s gently, reassuringly. Gunil smiled, hands still teasing her harshly. “Okay, move.”
Jungsu stopped the car, Jiseok pressed a final kiss to her forehead, tucking himself back into his pants and jumped off the car, moving to the front seat. Jooyeon suddenly felt Gunil. His presence behind her, his hands on her, his breathing on her neck - she whimpered. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. I need you to tell me.”
Jooyeon’s mind was gone. Her lips moved, completely disconnected from her consciousness. Her face hit the leather seat, her ass was in the air, Gunil’s tongue was inside her, followed by a finger, then another. She could feel moans escaping her throat, getting louder as he thrusted into her, hands on her tits, kneading the soft flesh. Jooyeon could hear his voice, couldn’t understand what he was saying - she could hear Hyeongjun speak as well. Her head was tugged back by the hair, his fingers hooked into her mouth, pulling at her cheek. Her face was near his, he was whispering praises in her ear - all she could hear was the slapping of skin and her own heartbeat. She’s unsure of whether or not she said she was coming, all she knows is that she did, squirting over the seats, over his legs. He bit her shoulder, coating her insides, hugging her against his chest. Her breathing slowed, eyes closed as she steadied herself.
“You did so good, pretty. You’re so good to us. The best girl.” Gunil kissed her temple, feeling around for the dildo. He found it on the floor, and scrunched up his nose. “Jiseok, give me my new sticks.”
Jooyeon turned to face Gunil, kneeling on the seat, and pressed their lips together, smiling into it. She felt the push of something thin into her, brain short circuiting as she realized why he wanted the sticks. “Oh-“
“I’m sorry baby but your toy is all filthy. It’s just until we get home.” Gunil shushed her, pushing the second one in. “Let’s get you in the bath and we can fill you up properly.”
Hyeongjun handed her his hoodie, long enough to cover her thighs. The car came to a stop, the members piled out. The rest of the night is a blur, all Jooyeon remembers is falling asleep on the couch, Jungsu’s dick keeping her full.