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SKZ-TALKER GO! S4 Ep.01 -Felix 📸♡

AAAAAAHH THIS IS SO AMAZING💜💜💜💜

Beg For Me ~ Felix

You awake to an empty bed and the sounds of Felix gaming, understandably considering it is his first day off in a while, but you just can't help craving him.

KINKTOBER: DAY ONE - Cockwarming + Begging

Pairing: Felix x afab reader

Genre: explicit smut, bits of fluff, idol au, soft!dom!felix and bratty!reader, boyfriend!felix

Word Count: 3k

Y/N: Welcome to Day One of my Kinktober event! I am so very excited!! I've written a few smut scenes in the past, but NOTHING of what's ahead for this event, so all your feedback is VERY much welcomed and needed. I've tried to pace out the intensity in the fics, a few on the softer side, some mild and some wild. Let me know what you all think and enjoy! 🥰

CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT

kinktober | kofi | next >>

Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex (WRAP IT UP ISTG), swearing/cursing, ass slaps, cockwarming (or attempted cockwarming), no foreplay sex, Felix is a soft dom (commanding but that's about it), reader is a bit of a brat, begging, creampie, straddling, back scratching (m receiving), implied aftercare, reader gets slightly overwhelmed after sex, pet names: ( baby, angel, handsome, sunshine, good girl,) felix calls his team mates losers, gaming terms (sorry I nerded out a little)

Felix had been working over time for the past three months towards the upcoming comeback and finally he had gotten his first day off.

Luckily it just so happened to be one of your rostered days off too.

You would think having time to spend together would have resulted in a day spent tangled in your bed sheets and soaking in the rising sun, but instead you had awoken to the sounds of Felix gaming and an empty, cold bed.

You couldn't blame him, he rarely had time for anything these days and he deserves any chance to relax he can get.

Even still, you couldn't help but feel disappointment and longing heavy up your heart like cement.

The clanking of keyboard keys echoed around the room, whispered complaints about his team mates with strings of curse words under his breath, that made the sunlight in the room more noticeable as you sat up from his bed.

The sound of you groaning as you blinked the sleep away from your eyes startled Felix, his screen grey indicating he'd just died in game.

"Sorry baby, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet." Felix apologised, turning in his gaming chair and taking one side of his headset off his ears.

His eyes were tired looking, but as they focused on your freshly woken face they softened. His black hair was untamed, scruffy and framing his face in a way that softened his sharp jawline. He was dressed in a black hoodie, his grey sweatpants he always slept in and he looked comfortable slumped in his gaming chair.

The way he was looking at you, with a loving expression made a blush creep onto your cheeks. It was simple moments like these of domesticity that made you fall more and more in love with the man before you.

A sudden urge to turn his computer off at the wall and drag him back beneath the sheets came over you, but as much as you wanted to be wrapped tightly within his arms, you could never do something so selfish.

Instead you hummed in acknowledgement and shook your head.

"Cold." You simply responded, your arms coming out in front of you and making grabby hands in his direction.

Felix's lips turned upwards into a smile, finding your morning voice more adorable than he remembered.

"After this game, I'll come give you some cuddles, okay?" He negotiated, turning back to his screen before waiting for a response.

You couldn't stop the pout forming on your lips as you were staring at the back of Felix's head once again.

You missed his touch, you missed his lips on yours, on your skin and in your hair. He was so close, yet so far and you had been looking forward to waking up in his arms, ever since he had told you that today would finally be a day you got to spend together.

The sound of his fingers on his keyboard started off again and you huffed out a breath, feeling conflicted over the matter at hand. You wanted Felix back in bed with you, but you also wanted him to finish the game he had started.

You looked to your left for your phone that you had left on Felix's bedside table to charge last night and were greeted with a fresh glass of water and a bright yellow sticky note.

You plucked the sticky note off the table and brought it closer for your eyes to adjust.

'Good Morning Sunshine, if I'm not home, I ducked out to get coffee. If I'm home, there is an iced coffee for you in the fridge. Come give me a kiss, once you've read this xx.'

You heart instantly filled itself with warmth and the need to be as close to Felix as you could. You had never been with someone so considerate, caring and loving as Felix and the burning desire to give as much as he did to you got you sliding out of his bed and walking over to him, still gaming away.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, making sure to not obstruct his vision on the screen or place to much pressure on his arms and placed a gentle kiss into his cheek. You felt his cheek puff up under your lips, letting you know he was smiling, but it didn't last for long. His screen lit up grey once more and he let out a frustrated sigh, throwing his head backward and closing his eyes.

"Oh baby." You sympathised, instantly feeling bad you distracted him and giving him some more pecks to his cheek.

"This team is a fucking nightmare." He complained leaning into your touch for comfort.

"Not winnable?" You asked softly, stepping around the situation carefully, knowing how immersed Felix got into gaming and not wanting to say the wrong thing.

"God no. There is no way we are coming back. Our top laner is 0/7 and our adc thinks he's a front-line champ." He complained turning his head to look into your eyes.

You frowned at seeing Felix upset with something that normally brought him so much joy.

You leaned into him and captured his lips with yours, uncertain what to say that could help the situation and deciding that actions would be more comforting.

He instantly responded, lips moving against your own with a hunger that you weren't expecting. His left hand left the keyboard to caress your arm that was still wrapped around his shoulders, holding you in place against him.

Just as Felix was deepening the kiss, you heard a sharp pinging noise erupt from his headset and he snapped back from the kiss to see his team mates spamming his afk character in spawn.

"Fucking losers." Felix cursed.

A giggle slipped from your lips at his words and Felix couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his own at the ridiculousness of the game he was witnessing fold out in front of him.

Felix turned to you, opening up the space in front of him, while still using his right hand on the mouse to move his character.

"Come here angel, be my good luck charm." He smiled up at you, gesturing for you to climb onto his lap.

Your smile erupted on your cheeks, unable to conceal your happiness and moved without hesitation to straddle him in his gaming chair, wrapping your arms around his neck, legs either side of him and snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

You sighed contently, breathing in his scent and pressing a few light kisses into his neck.

"Don't move, yeah?" He instructed, returning your kisses with a soft peck to your cheek, before turning his attention back to his game.

You hummed in response, just grateful to be in his arms in any sense you could get.

You really did try your best to stay still like Felix had asked, ignoring the need to consume his attention and have his focus on you. However, the frustrated groans and grunts of disapproval that escaped his lips - due to what was happening on his screen, were softly tickling the hairs around your ears, sending waves of desire through you.

"Baby..." Felix warned when you shuffled slightly in his lap, your core brushing over the bulge in his pants deliciously as you used all your willpower to hold back a moan from the friction.

"m-sorry." You breathed out resting your forehead against the top of his shoulder in an attempt to compose yourself.

"Be good." He muttered shuffling upwards in his desk chair to focus as he entered another fight in game. However, his movements positioned you right back over his bulge which was now fully hard, causing a whimper to slip from your lips.

"Fuck." Felix cursed and from your position you weren't sure if it was directed at your position or the game, but you were already feeling fuzzy, the desire to grind your hips into his lap growing heavier.

As if he was reading your mind, his hand left the keyboard once more to connect with your half exposed ass cheek - thanks to the pyjama shorts you were wearing - and you let out a squeal of surprise.

"So needy this morning, huh angel?" Felix asked you, smoothing over where you were sure a red mark would be forming and giving it a soft squeeze.

"Just want you." You admitted honestly, dragging your hips lowly in his lap, earning a grunt from Felix, his hand that hadn't left your ass guided you to continue. Either he had given up on the un-winnable game or he couldn't resist you, as much as you couldn't resist him.

"Gotta win this game though baby, our mid-laner is doing work." Felix groaned giving your ass one more squeeze before removing it back to the keyboard again.

You groaned back in annoyance, becoming too aware of the dampness in your panties and the emptiness you felt between your legs. There were only a few layers of clothing separating the two of you, surely he wouldn't mind multi-tasking?

"You can multi-task can't you Lixie?" You asked while pressing a few more wetter kisses to his neck and a nibble on his earlobe, avoiding his earrings.

Felix hummed at your idea, instantly knowing what you were insinuating, and he felt his pants grow impossibly tighter at the idea of fulfilling one of his fantasies.

"You need me that badly?" He questioned, his voice lower not only due to the morning but due to the lust taking over him.

You answered embarrassingly quickly with a yes and Felix chuckled at your neediness.

"Lift your hips then baby." Felix cooed, rolling his desk chair back from his desk to give you space to temporarily climb off him.

He pulled his sweatpants down, enough to reveal that he wasn't wearing any underwear and his plush pink cock sprung to life.

Your mouth watered at the sight and your hands moved uncontrollably down to your pyjama shorts, removing them and your panties in one go.

Felix wheeled his desk chair back toward you and his desk, giving his cock a few pumps before letting you climb back on his lap. You grinded your core over his cock, the feeling of your essence dragging over his length, earning a deep moan from him.

You reached down, taking a hold of his leaking tip, lining it up with your core, but Felix's voice stopped you.

"I have one condition." Felix stated, his hands going back into his gamer stance.

One hand on his cock and one hand resting on his shoulder, eyes filled with lust, you sat back enough to see his face - remaining out of his line of site with his monitor and gave him a questioning glance.

"You only get to warm my cock; I'll fuck you after my game."

You didn't care, the only thing on your mind was having him fill you and you instantly let yourself slide down on his cock.

Another deep moan slipped out of Felix's lips, and you joined him letting out a sigh of content, feeling every vein and inch of his cock scrape against your walls, ignoring the slight pain of the stretch from no prep.

Felix momentarily closed his eyes from the pleasure of feeling you around his cock, but re-gained his composure, focusing in on the game in front of him.

You let out slow breaths, trying not to distract him, but your walls fluttered around him, uncontrollably sucking him in.

"Y/N..." Felix tried to warn.

"I'm trying Lixie, I swear." Your voice unstable, gripping onto Felix's shoulders tighter.

"Try harder." Felix quickly responded in a more commanding tone, the sound of the keys on his keyboard speeding up as he entered another battle.

You needed more. You wanted to be good for Felix, you really did but he was filling you up to good.

"Need more." You whined, lifting your hips slightly causing Felix's cock to scrape against your walls.

Felix's hands instantly left the keyboard, abandoning the battle he was in to force your hips back down into his lap, holding you there with a tight grip.

"I said. Don't move." He commanded with a raspy voice.

Your eyes rolled back, and a low throaty moan slipped from your lips at the friction he'd provided, and the tone of his voice was only making you crave more.

"Baby...Lixie...please." You were rambling now, your body was warm all over, you had never needed something so much in your life and in this moment all your brain could process was the feeling of having Felix so close to you, but you couldn't have him in the way your mind, body and soul wanted.

"I know you can be a good girl for me, where did my angel go?" Felix grunted, trying his best to shake off your pleads, going back to his game.

"I'm right here Lixie, just want you...so bad." You moaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his hold to be as close to him as you could.

"Yeah?" Felix breathed out, his restraint slipping but his eyes remained fixed forward.

"Yes need you, please." You continued to beg, encouraged on by the shift in his demeanour.

You heard Felix gulp, trying to resist temptation and you knew from past experience it was a sign of his almost resolve.

Excitement bubbled over you mixing with the lust already present and you grounded your hips against his pubic bone, chasing that juicy friction you knew it could provide.

Felix let out a loud grunt and suddenly his hands were back on your hips again, lifting you in his lap. You reacted with gasp, expecting him to throw you off his lap so he could finish his game, but instead he brought you right back down on his cock. Going from empty to completely filled by him had your head lolling back and your mouth to hang open.

"You've always been my impatient baby, haven't you?" Felix said harshly despite the pet name, one of his hands leaving your hips to grope your left breast through your pyjama shirt, finding your already hardened bud that he gave a light squeeze to when you didn't respond instantly, moans spilling from your lips instead.

Without Felix's other hand on your hips, they started moving on their own, bouncing yourself, allowing his cock to drag in and out of you sending shivers with every scrape against your gummy walls.

"Answer me." Felix commanded, leaning into your embrace, and placing scorching kisses along your jawline that only rendered you more incoherent of words.

"N-not m-my fault..." You stuttered out, his slow grinds into you increasing.

"How come?" Felix whispered into your ear giving your cheek a lick, pulling out every move that he knew would send your head spinning.

You whined wrapping your arms around him tighter, seeking to be as close as possible with Felix, "J-just needed t-to f-feel...you."

"Can you feel me now baby?" Suddenly Felix tilted back slightly in his gaming chair and increased his movements, completely taking over the rhythm at which your hips moved against each other.

"Yes!" You squealed out gripping tightly onto his back, nails digging in as he roughly pounded into you from below as best he could while on his gaming chair.

Your high was approaching far too quickly for your liking, the knot growing tighter, Felix's skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his hands roaming over you, exploring parts he'd visited many times and it was all overwhelming you, but you didn't want it to end.

"You going to cum angel?" Felix asked knowing all the signs like the back of his hand, and you knew his. His eyebrows scrunched together, his pouty lips separated for his moans to slip through and his rhythm faltering every third thrust, he was just as close as you were.

Felix didn't even give you time to answer him, before he continued, "You going to take all of my cum baby? Let me fill you up?"

Instead of answering him, you leaned back in his grasp enough to attach your lips to his, taking over the pace once more to push not only yourself over the edge, but him as well.

"Fuck...fuck y/n." Felix swore against your lips, one of his hands going to the back of your head to keep your forehead against his, his gaze fixed on yours and his other hand went down to your hip to hold you down on his cock as your high hit you in full force.

"Oh...oh my god." You gasped out, Felix's eyes filled with lust, the darkest shade of brown you'd ever seen them and that alone was enough to send you over the edge. Your walls gripping down and sucking Felix's cock deeper inside you had him closing his eyes tightly, flying right over the edge with you, thick strings of his cum filling you to the brim.

Harboured, heavy breaths were leaving Felix's mouth, tickling your face, and grounding you back to reality.

"I love you, so fucking much angel." Felix whispered, exhausted as his eyes re-opened, soft pools of loving brown staring back at you, as he delicately shifted a few strands of your wayward hair out of your eyes.

"I love you too Lixie." You responded instantly, voice quiet, drained from the loud moans you had been letting out. You felt your heart flutter and your body shake with the intensity that you felt for the man under you. Your eyes holding back a few overwhelmed tears.

"Let's get you cleaned up baby, then we can cuddle." Felix smiled up at you, his hands re-positioned at your thighs rubbing up and down them comfortingly.

You nodded, sliding off Felix's lap to your feet, instantly gripping the desk in front of you to steady your shaking legs.

Holding onto the desk, your eyes flicked to his screen that had the game summary displaying he had lost the game - unsurprisingly.

"Sorry 'bout your game handsome." You gave Felix a cheeky smile as your turned your attention back to him, but Felix was too busy staring in-between your legs at his cum dripping down your thighs.

Felix's gaze lifted to yours and a sly smile spread across his lips,

"I feel like I won."

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you're in the wind, i'm in the water

hyunjin x reader. friends to lovers with a pinch of unrequited love (it's very much requited dw). this is pure brainrot so suggestive at the end. but also fluffy and soft. also reader wears a two piece swimsuit.

a.n: again, sanest response i could have to this hyune. please enjoy my descent to madness :) also the last scene is heavily inspired by my favorite dialogue in the song of achilles!!

The first time you went on a vacation with Hyunjin’s family, you were only seven years old.

You don't clearly remember the island his parents took you to, the details of the travel elusive to your memory's grasp. But you remember Hyunjin- his hair darkening under the touch of the saline sea, akin to a night sky devoid of its stars. You remember the dimple on his left cheek- the sheer pride in you each time you managed to bring it to light. And you remember thinking that Hyunjin was pretty, for the first time in your small existence.

It's a thought that scorched itself indelibly into your brain, and as the years cascaded by, the branches of your love grew, each leave bearing new adjectives to describe Hyunjin- caring, emotional, talented.

But never yours.

You're both older now, and you see him less since his house is no longer right next to yours, the rhythm of life distancing you both. Hyunjin comes in and out of your life as an ephemeral tide, gently brushing your shores. You cling to the sea shells his oceans sometimes throw at your feet- the rare times when your schedules align, when you can see him beyond the confines of your phone, in pixelated video calls late into the night.

And it seems as if you've caught a rare shell this time- one with an ivory pearl hidden within it. Because you're traveling once again with him.

You're all much different, the passage of time marked you in different, but palpable ways. But your presence with Hyunjin's family still felt just as effortless as it did when you were seven. You never had to second guess what you said or how you acted with them. You were just like running water, flowing naturally within the nooks and crannies of his family.

And at night, under the moon's watchful gaze, your hushed conversations with Hyunjin remained. Beneath a shared blanket knitted by his mom, the warm sand melded with your feet, his dimple appearing once again at every word you uttered. He was still as pretty, perhaps even more so with time's gentle sculpting, molding his features into much sharper ones. It seemed only fitting for a soul as beautiful as his.

"I want to take you somewhere tomorrow," he had whispered excitedly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, momentarily leaving you breathless- tongue dissolving in your mouth like ivory seafoam.

"You want to kidnap me?" you playfully asked, nudging him.

"You don't want to come with me?" he pouted, his gaze locked into yours, pupils appearing much darker with the absence of the sun, like a boundless ocean. The water was right beside you and yet your only wish was to swim in his eyes.

"I want to," you admitted.

"Anywhere?" he asked, irises trembling slightly as he sought your response. You were both very different, chemicals binding his molecules, and your love for him binding yours. You stood faraway from one another- you in the water and he in the wind, stirring your waves, submerging you in the seas of your longing.

"Anywhere."

...

Faraway land punctures the ocean you're gazing at, crystal blue water filling the small pool Hyunjin took you to. You admit it's a breathtaking view, only your eyes can't depart from Hyunjin's figure.

He jumped into the pool first, while you went to retrieve your camera from your bag. And now you stand by the door, heart caught in your throat, as you watch him swim around. Hyunjin is graceful, in the way he moves his limbs, bending the water to his will. It doesn't look like he's swimming, rather dancing on liquid ground.

Kkami joyfully barks once he sees you, and Hyunjin finally lifts his eyes, locking them with yours. He is pretty, unattainable, a singular star outshining all the celestial light. Foolish of them to even think they could compare.

And he's still not yours.

"I’ll take a picture of you both," you smile softly, willing yourself to conceal the lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin nods, draping his hand over Kkami's body, softly scratching the spot behind his ear. You take the first pic, capturing the tenderness in Hyunjin’s eyes. This one's for you alone.

"Okay, look at the camera," you call out cheerfully, and they both turn to look at you in unison. Though your bodies did not touch, the intensity of Hyunjin's gaze seemed to sear into your skin, igniting a fire within you. Foolish of you to dream of more.

You set the camera aside, before sitting at the edge of the pool, dipping your toes into the cool water. Hyunjin swims towards you, positioning himself between your legs, his warm hand wrapping around your ankle. You want to flee, to go back to to the innocence of seven, to never recognize how pretty Hyunjin is, to avoid the heartbreak of dreaming of someone you'll never have.

"Come swim with me," he pouts, palm pressing against your damp skin. You shake your head, a teasing smile on your face, and he pulls you to him, hands holding your waist promptly to prevent you from sinking under.

You free yourself from his intoxicating hold, before diving into the water, a desperate attempt to get away from him. Because when Hyunjin held your waist, a tenderness so earnest in his eyes it made your heart skip a beat, you dared to imagine a future together. For a fleeting moment you became the ocean and he the sky, merging at the faraway horizon.

Hyunjin dives right after you, and then you both swim around one another, giddy smiles on your faces, your laughter echoing around the room. He tries to drown you, hands gliding across the surface of your skin, making goosebumps ripple in you. You attempt to do the same, but you soon regret it. His skin was smooth, taut muscles flexing under your touch; broad shoulders you wrapped your arms around, trying to push him down. Your hand accidentally brushed against his pulse, and you removed it as if it had burned you. There is life beating within him, wildly. But not for you. Never for you.

"Wait, hold on. Your straps are loosening," he notices, reaching for your arm and spinning you around, your back now facing him. "Can I?" he asks, voice dipping to a lower timber. You feel it in the depths of your stomach, depths only he can unravel.

"Yes," you whisper, as he undoes the loose knot of your swimsuit, the one behind your neck still holding up the fabric against your skin. You can feel his cold breath traveling across your bare back, crystalizing the droplets of water trailing on it. His fingers are a stark warmth as they brush against your spine, fingertips gently grazing your skin, like a delicate feather. You imagine your body is molten wax, and he's the seal stamp pressing onto you, molding you whichever way he'd like.

He's tentative as he grabs the undone straps, wrapping them in a knot. Or at least attempting to. You can tell that he's shaking, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. "Im sorry, I didn't tie it well," he giggles sheepishly, undoing the knot once again. You don't reply, unsure of what words will stumble out of your mouth. 'I don't mind you touching me' instead of 'it's okay'.

You turn around once he's done, but he doesn't move back, his body mere centimeters away from yours. You can see the rise and fall of his chest, the slight blush creeping up his neck, coloring him in the prettiest shade of crimson. The droplets cascading down his body, forging a tantalizing path you wish you could undergo. His dampened hair, a shade darker than his usual color. His lips slightly parted, rosy as they've always been. His adam's apple bobbing up and down furiously.

And you suddenly can no longer breathe.

Beneath the water, his hand encircles your wrist, a touch so faint you almost believe that you've imagined it. His fingers trail down, holding your palm and bringing it to his face. He closes his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale, one you inhale right back in. You're cradling his cheek, his hand right on top of yours, holding it in place.

"Hyunjin..." you start, but he shakes his head, eyes still shut.

"Please," he whispers, "just for a little." and the clouds slightly uncover, a singular sun ray piercing through them- one petal of hope unfurling at his words.

"Don't- don't do this," you plead back, tone tinged with panic. You couldn't have him, not even for a second, not even in a dream. That's the way things are. Two parallel lines, traveling down the same path, forever adjacent, but never merging as one.

Hyunjin plants a soft kiss on your wrist, lips barely brushing against your pulse. You've never truly known gentleness until this moment.

"If I told you that this trip with you is the happiest I’ve been in a while, would you believe me?" he whispers against your skin, head slightly tilted.

You shake your head no.

"If I ask you something would you be honest with me? I'm tired, yn," he says, his voice softening as it always did when he uttered your name. As if the syllables were always coated in honey, even in his sadness, in his anger, and now, in his pleading for you.

"I will," you respond with an equally quiet voice, and yet it resounds loudly around the room, amplified by the consequences looming around the corner.

"Do you want me?" he asks simply, expecting you to easily uncover a secret you've buried for years, to dust the weight of your fear in mere seconds.

You remain silent and Hyunjin deflates a bit, shoulders slumping forward, the dimple in his face vanishing completely.

"Because I'm drowning in my want for you."

A water droplet falls from the strands of his hair, landing softly on his mouth. You follow its descent, as he licks his lips nervously, his hold on your wrist faltering. The wind is gliding across the water- he's offering himself to you. Who are you to ever refuse?

Your lips crash on his before you even realize it, years of longing exploding before your eyes, spilling from your mouth to his in the most vibrant colors. His lips are soft as you've always imagined them, and they move against yours perfectly, as if molded from the same dough, created to meet again and again, in a fervor, and then in a tenderness that makes your heart ache.

You're kissing Hyunjin, and you aren't burning, disintegrating under the weight of longing for someone so unattainable. You aren't Icarus- you flew too close to the sun but it hadn't burned you, instead it embraced you, it's now wrapping its hands around your waist, pressing your chest to its warm one. It's a touch you welcome, one that liquefies in your veins like molten amber.

You wrap your legs around Hyunjin’s waist, as he walks backward until your back is against the pool railing. Your hands are tugging his damp strands, fingers threading through his locks the way sunshine weaves between the leaves. He tastes sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever had in your life. And you're greedy, you can't get enough of him, so you part for a second only to meet again, his hands digging into your sides. Chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart.

"Say it," Hyunjin whispers against your lips, "say that you want me back."

"I want you. So much, Hyune. You're the only one I’ve ever wanted," your words wash over him, erasing every doubt that was anchored in his heart. How could you not have seen it, all this time? In each photograph you took, his gaze, always on you. The fondness in his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks, only ever coming forth for you.

You lean away, head dipped down to kiss his shoulders. Your lips trail down his collarbones, moving to the mole on his arm. He smells like chlorine, and the sweet scent of your monoi oil. Hyunjin is pretty, Hyunjin is warm, Hyunjin is yours.

Your eyes meet his and you both let out giddy giggles, the flush of your cheeks matching his. His lips are slightly swollen, and he bites the lower one as he glances at Kkami, who was idly watching you both.

"Do you think we traumatized him?" you ask in a hushed whisper.

"I think he's glad this happened and he no longer has to hear my rants about you," Hyunjin smiles sheepishly and you laugh, the sound reverberating through Hyunjin’s heart.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your laugh?" he asks, thumb swiping across your cheek with a tenderness that leaves you dizzy in its trail.

"You have," you whisper, the sound of it getting caught in your throat.

"And this?" he gently grazes your cupid bow. "Have I told you how much I love your lips?"

"You haven't," you say, mouth parting slightly at his words.

"This then," he trails across your neck, skimming your pulse. "Did I tell you how I feel about your blush? How it always always starts up your neck? Always so pretty?"

"No," you are breathless now, shuddering under his touch.

"What about this?" his hands hold your waist, kneading the tender flesh. "Did I ever tell you? About this?" They go over your hips, gliding across the bare skin. "Surely I did."

You shake your head. Skin burning up where he had touched it. He smiles, tongue poking against his cheek, hands going to your back, tracing over your spine, undoing the knots of your swimsuit. "And this? Did I tell you how much I want you?"

You close your eyes, wind meeting water. "Tell me again."

Oh to see him with facial hair would be a fucking dream come true 😩😩😩

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🐿️ beard marks? you’re saying my stubbles are cute?

🐿️ I definitely shaved today, applied sunscreen, and even covered my beard with BB cream, but is it still visible?

TOPLINE — [18+!]

“So, what are you waiting for?”

“W-What do you mean?”

He gets a bit nearer now, his hand wandering dangerously close to your face.

“Aren’t you coming backstage with me?”

🎸 SYNOPSIS: For your birthday, Minho manages to get tickets for the hyped club show “Topline”—a concept that offers the spotlight to a surprise artist every week. Your other best friend Jisung declines to come with you and it all makes sense when 3RACHA, the mysterious newcomer indie rock band—that’s pretty overrated in your opinion—appears on stage, featuring him as their guitarist and singer…

🎤 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, rockstar jisung, best friends to lovers, jisung hides his 3racha identity (hannah montana vibes lol), mutual pining, demisexual reader, smut/fluff, reader is the same age as minho, their friend group is a little bit baboracha, this is a story I wrote for my own bday lmao because I am that delusional especially for rockstar jisung, warnings and smut tags under the cut (include spoilers)

🎫 WORD COUNT: 10.3K

📷 CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, jealousy (both jisung and reader), mention of cigarette smoking, very brief mention of underage drinking in the past

⛓️ SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, oral (f + m receiving), semi-protected piv, katoptronophilia (mirror kink), choking, possessiveness, praise, reader gets called baby, slut, whore, good girl

The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.

“Y/N, can you hand me a beer opener?” Jisung asks you, two bottles in each hand, making it four, fitting exactly for your little friend group get-together.

Just when you're about to give him the metallic object, Minho slides into the kitchen, blocking the space between the two of you. He reaches inside his jeans pocket as he teases the younger one, “Use a lighter, Ji.”

Your other friend just rolls his eyes but you keep your eyes fixated on Minho’s hands—trying to focus not too much on those veins—as he flips away lid after lid from the individual bottles. When he notices you observing his skills, he sends a smirk your way.

“I can teach you, Y/N.”

You giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand, before you grab one of the beers. The guys do the same, Jisung—trying his best to not roll his eyes because of Minho’s dumb attempt to flirt with you—carrying the fourth one to bring it to the living room where you find Yuqi. Busy occupying your games console, she is currently rushing Yoshi towards the finishing line on the Rainbow Road, making him win the first place for her.

“Ah, thank you, guys,” she says, once she spots the beverage on the couch table. When the screen is turned off, she brings her focus back to the group, ready to listen to the sound of the bottles clinking together.

“Thank you for being here,” you say.

“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Yuqi replies, throwing her arm around your shoulder.

Everyone takes a sip, before the conversation continues but for a moment you don’t engage too much and decide to just live right here, right now. Enjoy the last half an hour before it’s finally your birthday.

You’re so incredibly thankful to spend your time with your loved ones. Those three dorks are definitely the most important people in your life.

You met Yuqi in college, on the way to find a certain lecture hall on campus while running late. She saw you struggling to read the map of the lot and helped you—despite being quite lost herself—so, you managed to get to your destination together, receiving the biggest scolding from the professor but this was also the beginning of an amazing friendship.

Minho is your oldest friend. Since your mothers have been friends and neighbours before you have even existed and considering the fact he’s born in the same year as you, you were bound to become besties. You’ve actually despised each other when you were younger and still in that ‘boys are so stupid’ phase and Minho was vice versa, but it all worked out in the end when you grew older.

Jisung met Minho first, during their dance practice, and when your childhood friend introduced you to the younger one, the duo became a trio in highschool and a quarter in college. 

Now a few years later, all of you busy being adults and working full time jobs, you’re still as close as you used to be. However, you’ve noticed the slightest switch in the dynamics, considering a certain member of the friend groups.

Caused by your hopeless feelings, your interactions with Jisung have lessened a bit in the past months or almost years. For you, it has always made the most sense to stay away from him a bit to not hurt yourself even more. It breaks your heart that he doesn’t seem to notice—neither that you have feelings for him, nor that you’re drifting apart.

Well, you are still very close friends but not as close as you used to be, if that makes sense.

And knowing that he doesn’t care makes you even more insecure.

You’ve thought about forgetting about him but whenever you tried, you simply failed. Due to your own sexual preferences and desires—including the need to have a special bond with someone in order to get intimate—you’re not up for one night stands or friends with benefits. Dating other people hasn’t been successful either, considering no one seems to want anything serious anymore.

So, that’s where you’re left off.

Hopelessly in love with your close friend and no improvement ahead.

“It’s almost midnight, right?” Minho awakens you from your daydreams.

Shit. You hope they didn’t notice you drifting off. But judging from Yuqi’s energised monologue about her Mario Kart game earlier, you’re sure you’re fine.

What you don’t know is that Jisung has noticed your thoughts being far gone. He often catches himself believing that he’s the cause for that—he swears he sometimes witnesses you staring at him for a bit too long.

But he usually brushes those ideas off, just for his own sake and those dumb hopeless little feelings he has for you.

“Hm, just a few more minutes and then I’ll be old,” you sigh.

“I’ll get the drinks ready,” you hear Yuqi sing.

The next minutes pass by and just a moment later, you find yourself surrounded by your closest loved ones, everyone carrying a beverage of their choice in their hand, as you count down from ten to zero.

Ten

You’re pretty sure that Gin Tonic was a dumb idea. Mixing it with beer is something you used to do ten years ago in your teenage years but your body is definitely too old for that. You can basically already taste the hangover on your tongue. Minho and Yuqi seem to be the most mature, staying with beer whereas Jisung is drinking his favourite, very special beverage—a mixture of white wine, vodka and berry lemonade, which is a pretty weird invention he made like ten years ago.

Nine, eight, seven

Yuqi is wearing beautiful glittering makeup. You’re only able to take in the details now, maybe because she switched seats and is now sitting right under the small chandelier that is dangling from the ceiling. You should ask her where she’s got those pretty gemstones from, later.

Six, five, four

Jisung is carrying that bracelet with the sapphire around his wrist that you bought for his birthday. He’s never been that much into gemstones but knows that you are and that’s why he asked for something like that for his special day. He’s been wearing it since then, which, unfortunately, just makes you fall in love with him even more.

Three

Minho’s upper body is covered in one of those cosy sweaters that he always likes to wear—under the condition that you didn’t steal them again. He doesn’t mind you snatching away his stuff but another person does care a little too much—Jisung, although he would never admit that.

Two

It’s pitch dark outside, probably caused by the clouds that are floating in the sky, covering the stars like a curtain. The weather has gotten colder again, but you don’t mind. Usually, too high temperatures overwhelm you, so you’re thankful to be able to breathe again.

One

You’re wondering when you should get the midnight snacks ready. Probably after your friends have wished you all the best. God, you’re already hungry again and definitely—as always—prepared way too much food for that little gathering.

Zero

The clinking noises of the glasses echoe through the room, bright smiles and cheering sounds fill your surroundings, as all of your friends welcome you into a group hug and into the new year of your life.

“Happy birthday, dear,” Yuqi says, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“All the best, Y/N,” you hear Jisung say.

“Thanks for having us here. Happy birthday, doll,” Minho adds, unable to hold back that nickname.

Time flies by again, a second drink follows, as you bring some more food and your friends are thankful for that. Just when you’re about to carry another round of shots to the couch table, Minho and Yuqi awkwardly stand up, hiding something behind their backs.

“Actually,” Minho starts, “Yuqi and I have a present with us that can’t wait until your official party on Friday since it’s something that’s already happening tomorrow, well—today. I mean on your birthday itself.”

You look at them with big eyes, “So, this evening?”

“Yeah,” Yuqi says, before handing you an envelope. “Open it.”

You do as you're told, ripping off the cover of the letter, before you are greeted with four sheets of high quality paper.

“You guys bought tickets for the Topline show?! You’re insane! How long have you been on that waiting list? Thank you so much,” you let out.

Wow. You’ve always wanted to go there, you’ve been talking about this since that show started.

“I know a guy,” Minho says, making you giggle.

You pull out the tickets completely now, “So, four tickets, so we can all go together?”

Yuqi nods, giving you a satisfied smile.

“Hm, that’s how it’s gonna be.”

You see Jisung walking towards you now, a layer of embarrassment and another emotion you can’t quite put into place decorating his face.

“I… I’m really sorry, Y/N, but I won’t make it. I have work tomorr– today.”

“Your boss makes you work on my birthday?” you jokingly pout.

“Sorry, I’ll remind him once more that the whole world revolves around you,” he teases you back.

Jisung is sad about the fact he can’t go with you, either. He would have loved to be there, but there’s no chance he can make it.

“Dude, don’t be so mean to Y/N,” Minho scolds the younger one.

“Min, I can defend myself,” you reply, crossing your arms in front of your chest like a little toddler would do.

“Oh, sure, baby,” he says with a wink.

Jisung can’t put into words how furious he gets whenever Minho calls you by those stupid nicknames. They should be reserved for him and not thrown around jokingly. God, he should really get himself together. That jealousy is getting frustrating.

You take another glimpse at the tickets, as you say, “I’m so excited about who it’s gonna be!”

Yuqi claps her hands, severely excited as well—of course, she already has her assumptions.

“Rumours said it could be 3RACHA—pretty exciting, they haven’t shown their faces before.”

Ugh. You dearly hope it is anyone but that group. You enjoyed their music in the beginning, when they debuted a few months ago but unfortunately they gained lots of success in a way too short span of time, becoming absolutely mainstream now.

Sure, their concepts of hiding behind animal masks and their diverse lyrics—about society, mental health, intimacy and also the music industry itself are impressive but especially that last mentioned topic doesn’t seem so authentic, considering Twitter says they actually have a big company and ghost writers behind them.

That’s why you lost interest in them rather quickly.

“They had concerts before and wore their masks. Usually, the audience has to put a sticker on their camera lenses. It’s generally like this at Topline shows,” Minho explains.

“Who is 3RACHA?”

“Are you living under a rock, Han Jisung? They are the newcomer indie rock band. Incredibly talented,” Yuqi says, quite dramatic as if she’s starring in a musical.

“Yeah… indie rock,” you say, clearing your throat.

“Are they not?” Jisung asks further.

Oh, that boy is oblivious. You wonder how it’s possible that he doesn’t know 3RACHA. After all, he is usually very invested in anything music related—especially alternative genres.

“Not in my opinion,” you explain. “If you ask me, they are pretty overrated. They just appeared out of nowhere, went viral and now they are publishing song after song like some industry plants. Quite the opposite of indie.”

“Genre speaking they are indie, though,” Minho corrects you. “Like solely based on the music itself, it’s indie rock. Twitter might say they have a big company and ghost writers behind them, but they make indie music. Despite that, those are just rumours.”

You sigh, ready to start a debate. You feel your blood boiling for some reason, although it’s really not that serious. Sometimes, you hate this about yourself—the slightest inconveniences manage to throw you off your rhythm and you have expected it to become better with time but the older you got, the more it just worsened.

“It’s not indie if it’s pop music. That’s a contradiction,” you say, “I don’t see any reason to support a group that contributes to the commercialisation of indie music. Most groups that become famous get very bad and even though I liked some of their earlier songs, they became mainstream and therefore just some group like any other.”

Minho rolls his eyes, “Yeah, Y/N, I get what you mean. I used to think like this too but… well… then I turned sixteen.”

Maybe Minho is right.

“Fuck you,” you say but chuckle, letting him know that you realise you’ve overreacted a bit.

“No matter who performs, this is gonna be an awesome night,” Minho says, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your forehead.

Right next to you, on the other side, it takes everything inside Jisung to not absolutely lose his mind when he sees his older friend’s lips collide with your soft skin. It should be him instead who gets to be so close to you.

“If Jisung isn’t available, is there someone else you would like to invite?” Yuqi drags him out of his carousel of jealousy.

“I can ask my friend Felix from work,” you say.

The others know Felix. He’s not necessarily a permanent member of the group, but they like him, too.

“Sure, send me his number and I can create a group chat.” You nod, before Yuqi turns around towards the youngest. “Depending on how long your work shift is, we can go clubbing after, Jisung.”

He simply nods.

🎸

Considering both facts that you’ve had a few drinks too much and also have a long day ahead of you, your three friends agreed to call it a night. They helped you clean the remaining things in your living room. You told them not too, but Minho insisted, knowing you’re a bit too chaotic to do that in your sleepy state.

Yuqi presses a kiss on your cheek, before Minho helps her into her shoes—unfortunately that last round of shots was too much for her. You’re glad they’re all going home together, taking the same bus and leaving the vehicle at the same stop. Jisung and Minho promised to bring Yuqi home first before they head towards their shared apartment—like they always do.

The oldest stumble down the staircases of your apartment building, after they said their hundredth goodbyes.

From your bathroom, a seemingly tired Jisung appears. He looks adorable like this—his hair disheveled, eyes trying their best to not close shut, as he catches a glimpse of you.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he says, as he pulls you into a hug in order to say goodbye to you, as well.

God. You could drown in the scents of his perfume. You’ve always wondered if Jisung has ever noticed that you sometimes search for excuses to get close to him. He’s actually aware that you're not that much into skinship but his insecurities get in the way, telling him to not read too much into it.

What you do know for sure is that after all this time, the relationship with Jisung differs from your other two best friends. It may sound weird but he is the only one who you feel comfortable around to be your inner, true self. You can drop that facade whenever he’s with you, be the most authentic version of your being.

It doesn’t matter if it’s music—you’re sure he would have agreed with you on that debate earlier, if he knew the group—mundane things like food or fashion, mental health or politics, he will always listen to you and knows exactly, whether to give a logical, helpful advice or just let out his emotions together with you.

He’s never judged you for any of your interests—quite the opposite, encouraged you and asked further. Jisung has always made time for you to listen to your little monologues about either your current hyperfixation or long time hobbies.

Some of them align with his, especially music or fashion, which is why you spend so much time together, even though that decreased since you’ve realised you want to be more than just friends.

You suddenly remember a fond memory, when he went into a jewellery store with you a few months ago—witnessing you talk about gemstones and accessories for hours although he doesn’t know that much about it. You showed him a pretty necklace that had an opal attached to them. Jisung loved listening to you rant about the piece—the way you described the multiple colours and reflection made him become invested in this topic as well.

Of course, his hopeless little feelings play a huge role here too, but he would never admit that.

Shit.

The both of you have probably been zoned out for a whole minute now, still pulled into a hug with one another. Awkwardly, you let go of him and clear your throat.

“Have lots of fun, Y/N,” he says, finding your eyes, “I’ll be there with you next time. You’re gonna get your present at your party.”

You chuckle, not even thinking about some gift, as you slightly nudge his shoulder. Jisung tries to stay calm from the sudden touch but that last shot he took half an hour ago is still very present in his system, just like the thought of you is constantly occupying his mind.

“Don’t stress about that, Sungie. We can always meet another time… maybe… just the two of us, without Yuqi and Minho making their comments,” you tell him.

You blame it on the alcohol. This was not supposed to sound flirty, but spending time with Jisung and just Jisung differs a lot from being in a group with him. You want him to know that you appreciate his company, although the two of you have been somewhat drifting apart.

“S-Sure.”

He nods, before he steps into his shoes and heads into the hallway of the apartment building.

“Goodnight, Sungie. Love you,” you say.

“Love you, too.”

He takes a last look at you, giving you a soft smile, before he walks towards the stairs.

“Get your ass here, lovebird,” you hear Minho scream from downstairs, the sound of the arriving bus calling in the distance.

🎸

“Be careful, doll,” Minho says, as he guides you through the crowd. He’s holding your right hand, his other one is attached to Yuqi, who is leading the way. Felix follows behind you, his palm connected to yours.

It takes some time for you to get through the monstrous horde of people, some of them already slightly drunk. You guys all had burgers and beer before the show but one drink combined with the tasty but greasy fast food isn’t enough to get you even remotely tipsy.

Maybe it’s the fact Yuqi is telling everyone it’s your birthday today—which results in a lot of strangers wishing you all the best and cheering for you—or pure luck, but you somehow manage to make it to the first row of the audience.

“I’m so excited,” you let out, once the group comes to a halt.

“Samesy! Do you guys want anything to drink? I’ll head to the bar,” Yuqi offers.

Minho raises one of his eyebrows, “Now that we have the best spot available?”

“It’s okay. Let Y/N wait here, I’ll go with Yuqi,” Felix intervenes.

“Alright,” you answer with a smile, “I don’t need anything, though. Still have my beer.”

“Me too,” Minho adds.

Yuqi and Felix nod in unison, before they make their way towards the bar.

In the meantime, your childhood friend and you solely enjoy the moment of the evening, as some alternative rock playlist is blasting from the speakers. He adores that excitement on your face, as it reminds him of when you were approximately twenty years younger but it feels as if it was just yesterday.

“Thank you again for this, Min.”

He shakes his head, “Not for that.”

You both get interrupted when you feel a vibrating sound in the pocket of your dress—yes, your dress has pockets—indicating you’ve received a message from the group chat.

[Yuqi 🦒 21:27]: Sorry, we can’t make it back to the first row. People here are too stubborn. @ Minho and @ Y/N just stay where you are, we’ll meet after the concert! 😘 Have fun babes!

You witness Minho rolling his eyes, a wordless way of saying ‘I’ve told them so’ but this won’t get between you and your great mood for the evening.

“It’s alright. Let’s just stay here and enjoy the concert together, okay?”

He nods, “Okay, Y/N. I’ll send them a quick text.”

Minho types and once he’s finished, you read his message on the server.

[Minho 21:28]: OK 👍🏻

Right after Minho and you have put your phones away, the lights turn off, shrinking the room in a dark atmosphere. Excitement is building up at lightning speed, cheering and growling sounds echoing through the hall.

Until a man around your age steps on the stage, right under the awakening spotlight, speaking into the microphone.

“Welcome to Topline, guys! I’m Hongjoong, your host for the night and creator of the popular show. Thank you for coming. We’re gonna have an awesome night, I’ll promise you.”

He gets interrupted by a few more cheering sounds and a laughter of his own—it’s an honour to organise an event like this, really. Especially with the guests for tonight.

“So, friends,” he begins again, “let’s all welcome our stars of the night with me. Here for you, tonight, is… 3RACHA!”

For fuck’s sake.

Happy birthday, Y/N.

The first two or three songs are probably a blur. You are getting some apologetic and empathetic looks from Minho, as if he is trying to say sorry for something he can’t control.

But once you are getting into it, finally allowing your stubbornness to take a break for once and when the three artists are playing their older songs, some of them as a louder, more instrumental version, you catch yourself nodding your head along to the beat.

Fuck it. They’re good. They’re great. You can’t deny it. Like, objectively speaking, they are granting the crowd an amazing show which is still an absolute understatement.

Just the scene as a whole is incredible—all of them are singing and rapping, the guy with the pig mask is sitting behind the drums, the wolf in the middle is playing the bass and the last one, who you assume to pretend to be a squirrel or quokka, is responsible for all the guitar tunes.

They are amazing.

3RACHA isn’t overrated, they are quite literally underrated. Holy shit.

“Y/N,” you suddenly hear Minho speak from beside you. He’s gotten a little closer so his words are audible over the noise inside the club. “In case you don't like it, we can always leave and I can get tickets for some other–“

“It’s alright, Min,” you reassure him, giving him an honest smile. “The show and the music is great. I was being immature, really.”

He pulls you towards you, placing another one of those quick pecks on top of your head, as he teases, “I told you so.”

You roll your eyes, before you bring your attention back to the artists. The current song ends a few seconds later and the musicians take a quick pause from performing, taking a sip from their drinks.

The bassist and drummer are drinking beer.

Whereas… you’re now noticing a detail.

The squirrel dude’s beverage.

The light isn’t that bright inside but when you spot the bottles of the main ingredients in the background, you realise why it feels so familiar.

White wine. Vodka. Berry Lemonade.

“Welcome to our show,” the guy in the middle interrupts your thought process. “We are 3RACHA. Just a quick introduction—I’m CB97. This is our drummer, SpearB,” he explains, gesturing towards the guy with the pig mask, “and to my right is J.One, our guitarist. Thank you for joining us here tonight.”

The room gets filled with another wave of cheering and Minho and you join along.

“Thank you so much, guys,” J.One speaks and you try your best to listen to the sound of his voice, “our next song is called ‘Gemstone’. It’s a more EDM driven piece, a bit different from what we’ve published so far.”

No.

Never.

This is too suspicious. This is impossible.

Well, you could get confused by his voice, considering they are hiding behind masks and speaking through a microphone.

But the dumb drink.

And a song called Gemstone.

You feel as if you're in trance, as if the music has taken over you and it turns into exactly this, when they start playing again.

You’re entering a movie, for sure, your own personal music video, when the tunes are swirling into your ears. 

This is indescribable.

The melody. The words. Their stage presence. It’s insane. Literally insane.

Gemstone is a song you’ve instantly liked from the beginning. You want to turn it into your new personality when you leave the club tonight.

There are parts and bits that make you a little lightheaded, when you listen more carefully to the lyrics. It’s a song about romance and intimacy after all, so you shouldn’t put too much thought into this.

But whenever you close your eyes, all you can see in front of you is Jisung.

And when J.One starts singing the hook, the sentences are too fitting, letting goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

‘If you kissed me, the horrors would fade away, the world would be a little less fucked up. I could name a thousand things I adore about you and still wouldn’t have said enough.’

It could be your delusional self but you could swear the guitarist is looking at you—especially, whenever Minho gets a little closer to you, laying his arm around your shoulder or whenever he’s dancing with you.

‘Your gaze, nothing else, between luck and euphoria, you’re something like my personal utopia.’

But before you’re able to read too much into it, the song is already over. You can still feel the aftermath of the bass pumping through your heart for the past two and a half minutes.

“Thank you so much, you guys are amazing,” the bassist compliments the crowd.

“We don’t want to be compromised to just one genre,” the drummer starts explaining, “we want to reinvent ourselves over and over again. There are too many possibilities in this world and way too many creative ideas in our heads to just stick to one genre.”

“That’s right, fuck genres,” the guitarist in front of you shouts, the crowd repeating his words.

When the noises subside, an intruder tries to prove the exact same opposite. The words of the drunk male voice are stumbled but still audible.

“Fucking industry plants!” 

Silence. For exactly three seconds.

“Repeat that,” SpearB says, his tone staying severe.

“Say that again, you little shit,” J.One adds, reacting a bit differently than his band mate does.

Their unofficial leader takes a step forward now, letting his instrument dangle from his body, as he reaches for his microphone with both hands.

“In general, whoever says that we’re industry plants,” CB97 starts, the volume of his voice guardedly increasing with every sentence, “we spent fucking years doing hard work to get where we are today, we did all this by ourselves with zero help.”

The whole crowd cheers along, showing that most people don’t believe what some chronically online kids on Twitter blurt around.

“We don’t care if you think that we ain’t alternative enough for you,” the man in the middle continues, “because at the end of the day, your girlfriends are the ones that are screaming at our concerts first and will later do the same backstage.”

Cheering. Whisteling. From everywhere. Begging that they should play another song. You are sure a few fangirls have basically fainted but you could never blame them.

“Oh, Lord. Do they take boyfriends with them, too?” Minho asks, before he earns a nudge on his shoulder from you. However, you can't help but chuckle at his question.

Another few songs follow, you fully take in the moment, allowing your brain to take a break from thinking about everything that’s messing with your mind. You’re pushing the idea aside that J.One could be Jisung, wondering if he’s busy at work tonight and if he will join the group later.

The melody comes to an end, you can tell by the shift in the atmosphere that the show is nearing it’s finish line as well and you wished you could stay for longer. You’ve never had such a good time at a concert and you have attended many of them.

“You guys are following our good friend Hongjoong’s advice, right?” SpearB asks the guests.

As if you’re in school, the whole crowd nods simultaneously.

“You’ve got your stickers on your cameras, is that correct?” J.One makes sure the audience knows what his bandmate is referring to.

Different kinds of agreement are echoing through the hall.

“Alright, it’s getting a bit warm under these masks,” CB97 says, before he pulls the wolf’s face off of his own.

“Thank you for tonight, guys,” SpearB adds, now showing himself, too.

“It was an honour to perform here.”

The last mask lands on the floor.

And there, right in front of you, where there was once the squirrel guitarist is your one and only friend and crush—Han Jisung.

“Sungie, you idiot,” Minho scoffs, before he bursts out into laughter, “now it makes sense that he couldn’t join us. I was already wondering how he hasn’t ever heard of 3RACHA. That menace played us.”

Your childhood friend’s words become a blur, when Jisung’s eyes find your own and you give him a soft smile.

For another second he looks back, no mimics in his face except for something that looks a bit like disappointment, before he disconnects your glances and focuses on the rest of the crowd instead.

The last song flies by, before 3RACHA says their goodbyes and disappears behind the curtains again.

“Are you okay, doll?”

You nod, “Yeah. Let’s go find the others.”

Minho doesn’t ask further, as he guides you out of the club and towards the rest of the group. Shortly after, you spot Yuqi and Felix outside the venue. Just when your friends are about to share the unbelievable plot twist of Jisung being part of the one and only 3RACHA, you notice something.

“Fuck! I forgot my jacket inside…”

“We will wait here for you, is that alright, dear?” Yuqi suggests. She’s already lightened a cigarette and is currently doing the same for Felix and Minho.

“Of course, I’ll be quick,” you say.

Fortunately, most people have already left. You’ve spotted a few fangirls waiting near the stage for the artists to come back, maybe they want to ask for autographs, selfies or whatever 3RACHA’s leader promised in his speech about the industry.

Your stomach does a weird twist at the idea that Jisung could spend the night with a woman from the crowd—that isn’t you—as well, but you do your best to just leave the venue as fast as possible.

Caused by your own clumsiness—it can’t be the alcohol, you haven’t had that much thanks to the insane prices in the club—you accidentally use the wrong door to get outside, making you end up in the parking lot behind the building.

For fuck’s sake.

You open Google Maps, thinking it’s way too embarrassing to go inside the club a third time, until a voice startles you.

“Look, who we have here.”

Of course, none other than the guitarist, J.One, Han Jisung, your friend and crush is standing in front of you.

“You indeed had work today,” you tease him.

You haven’t forgotten about the shift in his demeanour once he put down the mask. You’re sure he’s noticed that you’ve realised way before this that it could be him. However, it still leaves you confused.

“Hm, the life of an industry plant is hard.”

Yeah. You’re not even mad at him. With all the things you said yesterday, you feel like the worst friend in this world.

God, you and your dumb stubbornness. This is your own fault, Y/N.

“Sung… I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were part of the group and–“

“Yeah, you in fact didn’t know. Still, there was no reason to judge us artists,” Jisung says.

His voice is stern. If he wasn’t so annoyed by the assumptions you made almost twenty four hours ago, your head would start spinning because of his strictness. You’ve never witnessed him like that and you feel even more awful that it makes you a little dizzy.

“I… I really liked the songs y-you played and you seemed to have so much fun on stage,” you add.

“Is that all?”

You don’t answer, too perplexed to react to this new type of Jisung that is standing in front of you. Not just his behaviour is different, but also his overall look—the leather jacket showing off how broad his shoulders actually are, the piercing on his lower lip making you want to place your mouth on his.

“Well, if that’s all there is, you should get back to Minho and I’ll head backstage.”

He slowly turns around on his feet.

“Sung– wait,” you interrupt him.

Jisung clicks his tongue, his eyes finding your own again.

“Yeah?”

You can see it. That stupid smirk on his face. His fucking beautiful face.

“You… I’m sorry I said those things. Unrelated to the fact you’re part of the band, that was very shitty of me to judge people I don’t even know just based on some fake-woke bullshit people said online. You also looked… s-stunning on stage, really. I’ve never seen you shine like this before.”

And it made me fall in love with you even more. Fuck.

“Thank you.” His words are honest. “So, what are you waiting for?”

Huh? What is he on about? Does he want to hear even more? This is so Jisung of him, fishing for even more compliments.

“W-What do you mean?”

He gets a bit nearer now, his hand wandering dangerously close to your face.

“Aren’t you coming backstage with me?”

Jisung pushes a strand of your hair out of your face, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

Oh, God. Your heart is basically pumping out of your chest, knees getting weak and a sensation is building up in your lower stomach.

“B-Backstage?”

He nods, “Hm, I have the birthday present with me. It’s in my backpack. Of course, if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”

His finger wanders further, softly traveling over your cheek, down your jar, until he lets go of you.

“N-No. I’ll just text the group chat, so they don’t worry about me.”

Jisung gives you enough space to reach for your phone, before you start typing.

They will understand, right? It’s your birthday, after all. You can always join them later, maybe they can send a location and already look for a club you could go to.

You sent the text.

[You 23:09]: I’ll meet up with Jisung and his bandmates. Also got my jacket! Don’t wait for me. Thanks for spending my birthday with me and the amazing present. I love you guys, have fun clubbing and get home safely ❤️

You immediately get a reply.

[Felix 🐣 23:10]: Thank you for taking me with you! Have a great rest of your birthday, Y/N 🫶🏻

You see Minho typing. Yuqi starts texting, too. The three little dots from Minho disappear, no message being sent by him but another one hits you.

[Yuqi 🦒 23:11]: Have fun ✨ Thank YOU for spending your special day with us. I’m happy you liked our present so much 🥹🥰

Minho starts typing again until he stops and another text pops up.

[Minho 🐰 23:11]: use condoms

Oh, that little shit. You take a mental note to scold him for that later.

[Yuqi 🦒 23:12]: minhoooo 😭😭 you menace

[Felix 🐣 23:12]: DUDE JISUNG IS IN THE CHAT TOO

[Minho 🐰 23:13]: yeah, this was on purpose ;)

You decide to not follow the conversation further, placing your device back into the pocket of your dress.

Jisung suddenly grabs your hand, guiding you towards the back door of the venue.

It’s silent, but you don't mind. Your friend has always been the type of person who doesn’t make not talking to each other uncomfortable. That’s one of the many things you adore the most when it comes to him.

Walking down the hallway, you meet Jisung’s bandmates.

“A-amazing show,” you blurt out.

“Thank you, you must be Y/N, right?” You nod. “I’m Changbin.”

“I’m Chris. Jisung has told us a lot about you,” the taller one says with a grin.

In the corner of your eyes you can witness your best friend getting shy—the pretty reddish layer that enlightens on his cheeks makes him even more beautiful, if that’s possible.

“Well, see you later,” Changbin adds, before both of them walk away and disappear.

A minute later, you find yourself in Jisung’s assigned room. It’s just how you both imagined a backstage room of a rockstar and the backstage room of your friend Jisung. Piles of clothes are scattered all over the floor, indicating he put a lot of thought into his outfit and you can only agree.

Even here in the dim lights, off the stage, he looks alluring, almost god-like, you can’t deny it. Just once more, he catches you staring at him but he either doesn’t show you or he’s very subtle about it. After all, he tries his best to not let this little glance of yours mess with his stupid feelings for you.

It’s an odd situation. Of course, you’d behave differently and be excited—it definitely has nothing to do with him. You’re probably also looking forward to receiving your gift.

Speaking of, Jisung manages to walk around the chaos on the floor without stomping on the clothes with his plateau boots. He looks a lot taller now, wearing them, and also a thousand times hotter. Seeing him closer in his stage outfit allows your eyes to finally take in all the details.

The ripped jeans look great on him and so does the huge leather jacket with all the patches attached to the thick black fabric. You absolutely adore the way his hair is styled—the sides cut down to a few millimetres whereas the long strands are flowing down, curling themselves a little.

Fuck. You’re so absolutely doomed.

“This is for you,” Jisung suddenly says, standing beside you. You haven’t even noticed him approaching you but he hands you a small box that is covered in dark red velvet.

It looks like someone would store a… an accessory in.

No. He wouldn’t buy you something that expensive. You’re just friends, right? Wouldn’t that be weird?

You still reach for it, sending him a quick smile before you carefully open the soft box.

Your eyes are met with the most beautiful gemstone you’ve ever seen.

He can’t be for real.

It’s indeed the opal necklace you guys saw a few months ago when going shopping. You wonder, if he had just remembered it after all this time or possibly bought it back then without you even knowing.

Your mouth falls agape without you even knowing but you realise, once Jisung’s hand lands under your chin, tilting your head upwards so you’re looking at him.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

Immediately pulling him into a hug, your nostrils are greeted with the scent of his perfume, making your head get a little dizzy. Shit. You’ve underestimated this.

You’ve underestimated all of this.

But how can you stay calm when Jisung is near you?

Your best friend.

Your best friend who is a rockstar.

Your best friend who you’re desperately in love with.

He bought that fucking opal necklace for you. You’ve always thought you're annoying him with your monologues about gemstones but he was just paying attention, after all.

“Woah– thank you so much, Sungie,” you say, still holding him close. “This is extremely pretty—and fuck, so expensive. You’re crazy… Sorry, I forgot how to form a sentence.”

Jisung giggles.

He disconnects from your tight grip then, just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face. Your best friend finds your eyes stinging with tears even before you’re able to grasp that. You look so perfect, just standing there, staring back at him. Jisung could melt at the sight.

He gestures for you to turn around and just for him you do a little swirl, before you hand him the velvety box. Jisung reaches for it, fishing the accessory piece out of it, as it’s circling around your neck now. Your fingers catch the opal, tips softly grazing over the gemstone. Your friend secures the chain and after that you turn around again.

God, the necklace looks so beautiful on you, as if the jewellery was made for you. As if mother nature created that certain stone just for you.

And whereas for Jisung…

He’s underestimated this.

He’s underestimated all of this.

But how can he stay calm when you are near him?

His best friend.

His best friend who was standing in the front row during his concert and watched every second of the show.

His best friend who he’s desperately in love with.

This whole scene, this whole evening, this whole everything makes him turn incredibly lightheaded. He wants to blame it on the drink he had on stage but this didn’t m do anything to him. He’s not even tipsy. If he’s drunk, he’s drunk on his feelings for you—as cheesy as it sounds.

But Jisung can’t confess to you. Not on your birthday.

What if it doesn’t go well? Not only will your friendship suffer from it but you’re forced to be reminded of that embarrassing situation of a lifetime whenever you reach another year around the sun.

“What are you thinking about, Sungie?”

Fuck.

He’s helpless. He’s absolutely helpless whenever you use that nickname, it’s a crime, really.

There’s no going back. 

Not when you look at him like this—so hopeful, so absolutely hopeful, encouraging him to gather up enough confidence.

“I… I’ve bought the necklace for you so everyone knows that…”

His words get cut off in his own throat. He’s underestimated everything once again. Shit. He’s so fucking overwhelmed. Jisung is a thousand times more nervous than when he’s on stage.

“That, what?”

But it’s now or never, right?

He sighs and takes a deep breath.

“That y-you belong to me. I’m so sorry for confessing this on your birthday but you’re my muse, Y/N. You’re more than a friend to me, you’re the one who inspires me the most and just knowing you enjoyed seeing me do what I love, makes me the happiest man on this planet,” he explains.

That you belong to me.

He says that you belong to him.

The one and only Han Jisung, your best friend, the rockstar, says that you belong to him.

This is—without a single doubt—the best birthday present you have ever received.

Your thoughts are running free, probably at the speed of light by now and at the same time you’re not able to think straight at all.

You tilt your head a little, creating a posture and mimic that Jisung can’t really interpret and it would be an understatement to say that it confuses him even more.

You’re confused, too. Overwhelmed how to answer although you technically know what you want to say. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and now that the time is right, the words get stuck in your throat.

“Jisung… I–“

“You honestly don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts you. “I don’t expect anything. If you want, I can call Minho to pick you up so you can get back home–“

“Why are you talking about Minho? Why would I want to go home? I don’t understand,” you tell him.

Why is he bringing your other friend into this? You dearly hope he didn’t get insecure because of the little touches you shared with the older one earlier.

“Because I just overshared and confessed my feelings even though you don’t even like me back and–“

You decide to shut his rambling up by kissing him.

And, oh God, do his lips feel perfect pressed against your own. It feels like fireworks are shooting up right above you. It feels like the leaves of the maple trees turning bright orange once autumn is around the corner. It feels like getting a taste of your favourite ice cream flavour on a late summer afternoon.

It’s everything you’ve ever needed.

Jisung—despite all his second guesses—decides to take the lead, when you welcome his tongue in. You’ve never experienced him like this. He’s pulling you closer, wishing to be even nearer to you, as a groan slips from his mouth, making him sound like a man starving from hunger—hunger for you.

It doesn’t take long for him to push you towards the styling table at the end of the room and when your ass collides with the wooden material, he hovers you onto the surface. You instantly part your legs for him, as Jisung is now standing right between your thighs, still busy kissing you, not even thinking a second about letting go of you.

Until those stupid thoughts creep inside his head again.

What if it’s nothing serious for you?

What if he’s about to make a fool out of himself when it turns out you don’t like him back?

It is ironic that Jisung is such a confident musician out on the stage but gets insecure so easily just from his own stupid thoughts.

He can’t help but pull away from you. His confused eyes find yours and that’s when it clicks for you, too. This wasn’t the best way to continue a conversation like this. Of course, your feelings took over you and sometimes actions say more than a thousand words but there’s still too much left unspoken, you get that, too.

“Sorry, I should have asked first…” you admit with a small voice.

Jisung takes a deep breath. It feels as if regret is plastered over his face but you might be wrong. You’ve never been good at reading people’s expressions.

“What does this mean, Y/N?” he asks. “I swear, if you’re playing with me I–“

“I’m not,” you immediately answer, reaching for both his hands with your own. You give them a soft squeeze before you bring your gaze back to him, taking a deep breath that’s absolutely necessary for what’s to follow.

“I like you back, Sungie. You’re more than a friend to me. There is no one in this world that understands me more than you do.”

His lips are brushing your again, ending in another one of those passionate, this time slower, kisses.

“Fuck… how is this your birthday but it’s literally the best day of my life?”

You chuckle, unsure what to reply.

But there’s no need to contemplate, when Jisung is busy attacking your jawline with rough kisses next, before he paints your neck with the same ones. This is when the first pathetic little whimper spills from your lips, as you’re unable to hold back that waterfall of emotions.

You’re here with him.

With Jisung. Your best friend turned lover.

Han Jisung, the fucking rockstar and you are his muse.

This is a dream come true.

You’re already absolutely hypnotised, both by the scene itself as well as Jisung’s passionate touches, the kisses being drawn all over your skin. He lets go for a moment, to get you to focus on him.

On eye level again, his gaze is basically taking your clothes off—until his hands sneak around your waist, pulling you closer, as his mouth finds your own. Kissing Jisung feels so natural, it’s as if you’ve done this a thousand times before and at the same time, every new touch feels as if it’s the first ever.

He earns a whine from you, when he pulls back. But you’re forgetting about the sudden loss of touch, when his palms wander towards your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh a little, while another make out session starts. Your arms are thrown over his shoulders, fingers playing with his curls.

Jisung’s hands decide to go on a little adventure, as they brush the hem of your beautiful dress. When the guitarist spotted you in the crowd earlier, his mouth fell agape at the sight of you. Luckily, his mask was there to hide that expression. Sometimes it feels, as if he is your fan, cheering you on, just for your sole existence.

That’s exactly what he’s gonna show you tonight. This will be a birthday that you’ll never forget.

His lips are—as usual—attached to yours, tongues entangled and dancing together to the beat of your hearts. Sneakily, Jisung slips his hands under the dark fabric of your outfit, painfully slowly wandering upwards to your heat.

As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs even further, while you feel Jisung chuckle against your mouth. God, having you this eager for him and only him is the best dream come true.

Jisung isn’t just the happiest man on this planet, he’s the happiest man in this whole fucking universe.

And it’s proven when he’s once again allowed to listen to those beautiful sounds you make, those high-pitched moans that slip out of you, when he wanders further. Without a warning, two of his fingers brush over your panties—finding a wet patch right there.

This is all he needs to whisper the following words, “Just so you wait, I’ll show you who you’ve always belonged to.”

Your mind practically goes blank after that. Jisung yanks your skirt higher with his free hand, exposing your lower body to him. He looks like a starving man, ready to devour you.

In an instant, he is dropping to his knees, lips attacking the insides of your thighs. 

The sensation is spreading through your whole body, just like the waves of the bass did earlier when they rushed through your heart.

Speaking of, your pulse is sprinting by now and it gets even more intense with the slow pace Jisung has set—trying to tease you as much as possible.

A few seconds later, he finally has mercy with you, as he slips down your underwear, leaving your pussy bare naked for him. Your arousal is glistening in the light of the LEDs and Jisung could just stare at you for hours, watch you squirm in anticipation, waiting for him to touch you, to pleasure you, to take you as he pleases.

You sense two fingers exposing you even further, when he spreads your pussy lips apart. A string of saliva hits you next, before Jisung finally brings his mouth into play—tongue colliding with your sensitive nub, he starts playing with your clit. His digits are teasing your entrance, smearing the mixture of your own liquids and his all over you.

“All mine, only mine, do you get that?”

Oh, fuck. Han Jisung is gonna be the death of you.

“Sung– touch me, please–“

You’ve never begged for anyone so easily in your whole life but with Jisung you don’t need to play hard to get, you can let go of all those curtains hiding your true inner self.

“What was that?”

That little brat. You’d scold him for it but—fairly speaking—this is incredibly hard when he’s drawing those circles all over your bundle of nerves, as he’s busy teasing your hole. You’re clenching around nothing and you’re sure he notices it.

“Fingers– inside– please.”

He lets out the evilest laugh you’ve ever heard, “Slut is already fucked out just from my tongue, hm?”

He wonders how he hasn’t lost his mind yet. Jisung’s cock is unbelievably hard—being neglected in his pants. He’s underestimated this whole situation a lot.

That’s how he justifies it, when he finally gives in. Two fingers are pushed into your wetness at once. You wince first, but Jisung makes sure to be gentle with you—prepping you for him, scissoring you open so that you’ll be ready to take him, soon.

He catches a glimpse of how you’re drowning out your angelic whimpers with the back of your hand. This is why he comes to a halt, stopping his actions.

“Baby, don’t hide, let everyone hear you, yeah?”

You nod, doing exactly as you’re told when he dives back in. Slurping sounds are filling the room, as Jisung moans against your heat. He’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, always making sure to keep his eyes fixated on your own.

You’ve lost control a long time ago. You’re not able to hold anything back, when it’s Jisung pleasuring you, guiding you towards your orgasm. Shaky legs are indicating you’re getting close, the same does your hand that has found his head, fingers entangled in the curls.

And then, the inevitable happens. Without a warning.

Your mind goes blank, as white sparkles fill your vision, while your body is brought to completion by none other than your best friend turned lover.

You struggle to catch your breath but Jisung helps you through your climax, slowing down when he feels you getting more and more sensitive.

Silence rules the room, until you look into each other’s eyes and both start giggling.

Well, you didn’t expect an orgasm to be on your birthday present list, but the night is getting better and better.

However, you feel as if Jisung should get something in return. First, he put hard work into the show tonight. Second, you should make up for the things you said yesterday. Third, you simply want to touch him, too, to find out what he tastes like, what he looks like when he shoots his seeds down your throat.

“I think you deserve a sweet little treat for the amazing show,” you whisper.

All that brat does is chuckle and get up, as he grabs you by the waist for another heated kiss. As you taste yourself on his tongue, you stand up from your seat, as you dress falls down again. Creating a pretty path down his jawline and neck, you help him out of his huge leather jacket first.

Jisung is quick to pull his shirt over his head as well, before he catches you staring at him for a little too long. He shuts the thoughts inside your head up by kissing you again, before he watches you fall down to your knees. In an instant, your hand wanders upwards to his crotch, as you start palming his straining erection through the fabric of his jeans.

“Get that thing off,” you order and Jisung instantly follows suit, jumping out of the pants.

You look at him with a mischievous smirk, as the man above you is impatiently waiting to be touched by you.

“Ready, baby?” you ask and all he does is nod.

You reach for the hem of his boxers next, sliding them down. His cock springs free, even harder and thicker than you would have imagined. Your hand immediately seizes around his length, as you start stroking him.

There’s something exciting adding to your dynamic when you realise that he’s fully naked and you’re almost entirely dressed—except for those panties that earlier ended up in the pocket of Jisung’s jeans.

“Baby, please, don’t make me wait any longer,” he begs.

“Well, how could I decline such a plea like that?”

A wink from you follows, before a long stripe of your tongue glides over his shaft.

Waves of pleasure are floating through his system, when you fully take him in. You always make sure to keep your eyes fixated on his, while you start bobbing your head up and down.

He’s getting more confident again, too. Jisung is sure to get the upper hand in this, especially, when he reaches for your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to guide you just how he likes. It feels as if you’re made for this, as if you're made for him.

“Come on, I know you can take it,” he says, when he slowly starts bucking his hips into you.

The vibration those moans of yours send to his length are driving him insane but he’s the last one to complain. You’re getting sloppier, drooling all over his dick and you just let him enjoy the scene and view.

“Make a mess, baby,” Jisung encourages you.

Fuck. He is absolutely sure this is both the prettiest picture he’s ever laid his eyes on and the most beautiful sound his ears have ever witnessed.

This beats everything—the adrenaline rush he’s got from being on stage earlier is nothing compared to the sensation of your warm mouth hugging his cock.

His heartbeat starts echoing in his ears, when Jisung comes to the realisation of how fucking close he already is. No one has ever made him feel this way.

He feels himself almost twitching in your mouth but he knows that he doesn’t want to get his cum to waste—so, he pulls out, earning another pathetic whine from you.

Jisung helps you up and out of your dress. Since the bra was integrated in the fabric, he is now realising you’re bare naked underneath. He admires your figure for a minute too long, letting out a sighed ‘wow’.

And you just look at him. Patiently waiting like the good girl you are. Every cell of your body craves him. There’s no going back.

“I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me this badly,” you tell him and Jisung might cum at the spot.

You’re ready to be ruined by Jisung and he’d be an idiot to not take this chance that he’s been waiting for for years now.

“Wait, let me grab a condom real quick–“

Your hand wraps around his wrist, “I’m on the pill and I seriously can’t wait, please stay here.”

Jisung nods, more than excited that he’s about to feel you raw.

However, there’s no rush, really. At least that’s how that menace decides to tease you a little further. Another kiss gets placed on your lips, all slowly, all romantically—before he abruptly grabs you by the hips to turn you around.

You get bent over the table, legs parting again on their own. Jisung is squeezing your butt, his other hand busy aligning the tip of his throbbing cock with your aching cunt.

“Ready, baby?”

You hastily nod, failing to let out anything except for a loud ‘yes, please, hurry’.

So, Jisung pushes in, opting for a few centimetres at first to give you some time to adjust. Once you have given him a sign, he starts moving in and out of you. Caused by your wetness, squelching sounds are playing in the room, showing Jisung exactly who’s making you feel this damn good.

“Look at what a good slut you are– fuck, just for me, yeah?”

You nod again and again, upper body by now falling further, but he catches you, circling an arm around your throat from your front, adding the lightest pressure to the sides—but it’s mostly just to keep you in a certain position, so you can observe the two of you in the mirror.

“Look at youself, baby. Watch how I fuck you, watch what a whore you are for me.”

You do as you’re told, observing your smeared makeup and your eyes filling up with tears, while you allow Jisung to basically rail you into oblivion.

“Such a good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl. So tight for me.”

It’s clearly the softness in his voice and the roughness in the way he pounds his cock into you, that makes you oblige. The moans are blurting out of you, turning into the most beautiful melody of the night.

“Shh, look at me in the mirror, eyes on me, Y/N.”

Your gaze flickers towards Jisung’s reflection now and it’s the most beautiful view you’ve ever been granted. You’ve underestimated the effect all this has on him—but he’s nothing better, fucked out expression decorating his face, droplets of sweat lying on his forehead.

But when Jisung sees you looking at him, his possessive side takes over him once again.

“Who owns this tight little cunt?” he hums into your ear.

“You, Sung–“ Completely thoughtless, you give in, as you add, “Just– cum, please–“

He’s fast to bring two fingers between your legs, as he starts rubbing your clit. It doesn’t take him long to bring you to your second relief of the night, as Jisung watches you come undone for him.

A moment later, he pulls out of you, bringing himself to his climax, before thick white ropes of cum are colliding with your ass and lower back.

Jisung doesn’t hesitate to take care of you, as he cleans you and puts you into some sweatpants and a shirt of his.

Watching your still fragile figure, he reaches for your hand, “You’re gonna be my lucky charm from now on, hm? For every concert? Cheering for me, right in the first row, yeah?”

You chuckle.

“Under one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll bring me backstage every time and tell me more about your new song, Gemstone,” you say.

“I knew you would be my number one fan… the only one that truly matters.”

❤️ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just like last year, I am here to give a present to my readers on my own birthday hehe (a few days late this time). I hope you enjoyed the story! If that's the case, please consider reblogging and leaving a comment with your thoughts. There are really no limits, every kind sentence is highly appreciated. Thank you for considering this and happy libra season! Have a nice day and thank you for being here.

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