Jaebeom waves to the crowd and bows, saying goodbye to all the ahgases at KCON Thailand. You giggle and watch him walk backstage, hurrying outside. You had created a plan with the members to surprise him in the van as he got in. The members had readily agreed to take a separate car.
You hide in the back seat and wait for Jaebeom to show up. The door slides open violently and Jaebeom plops into the seat, tired from their performance. You snake your arms around the seat and place them on his shoulders, causing him to jerk slightly.
"AHH!" He screams. He spins around and sees you hiding in the back seat. "Oh my god y/n, you scared the shit out of me!" You giggle, quickly shushing him so his manager doesn't come over to check on him. You maneuver to the front of his seat and sit on his lap, legs wrapping around his waist.
"I missed you babe," you say, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss.
He laughs quietly. "Baby, I'm all sweaty, wait till we get back to the hotel." He manages to mumble out in between kisses. He pushes back his hair and stares into your eyes lovingly, his single blue contact making you feel breathless. He glances down at your lips and gently runs his thumb over your bottom one, pulling his own in between his teeth.
You instinctively give him a mischievous look and take his thumb into your mouth. He gasps, surprise evident on his face, and his breath catches when he feels your tongue swirl around his thumb. "Y/n... please stop. We have to go back to the hotel soon," he grunts out. You can see him gritting his teeth to hold it in, which only turns you on even more.
"Do you really think you're allowed to do body rolls on stage like that while looking this good? Oh Jaebeom," you tsk at him. Your hands gently brush down his shirt as your lips travel to his neck, where your lips ghost over his skin. He accidentally lets out a soft moan. You taste the salt from his hard work on stage earlier.
"Mmmm," you hum, giggling, hands grabbing at his YSL belt and unbuckling it with quick fingers. His hips thrust slightly upward in response.
"Fuck y/n, the things you do to me," he grunts a little louder now, hands gripping your hips and staring at you, eyes full of lust.
You get off of his lap and kneel down in front of him, glancing up at him as he gazes at you so lovingly. "Baby, I love you," he tucks your hair behind your ear and his hand comes to rest on the back of your neck.
"I think you're gonna love this more babe," you yank his fitted jeans down just enough for his erect member to peek out of his boxer briefs. You smirk, satisfied with your work thus far, and carefully move his boxers down and out of the way, eyes never leaving his.
You start at the bottom of his shaft and move upward with your tongue, Jaebeom shuddering in absolute pleasure under your grasp. He feels around, desperately trying to grab at your hand resting on his thighs; he intertwines his fingers together with yours and he grasps tightly every time your tongue runs over his tip. He closes his eyes, head leaning backwards and hips moving forward. He can't get enough of the feelings you're giving him. "Holy fuck y/n, when did you get so good at this?"
You lift yourself up slightly to place your hand over his mouth, your other hand still on his shaft and moving up and down slowly. "Baby, if you want me to keep going you're going to have to keep quiet." He nods in desperation, hands gravitating to your ass and squeezing tightly.
You fall back into position, this time shoving him all the way into the back of your throat. Jaebeom gasps loudly and grips onto the arm rest, looking down at you with wide eyes. This only makes you more satisfied with his reaction. You let your mouth take him whole and swirl your tongue around his shaft.
