#u-san

“how come it’s so easy to get you worked up?” they asked, pushing you up against the wall and trapping you in between their arms. “did you get all hot and bothered while seeing me shred the guitar on stage?”

“don’t ask stupid questions you already know the answer to,” you muttered, turning your head to try and evade their piercing gaze, but they weren’t about to let you hide as they pinched your chin and captured you in a heated kiss.

it’s been nearly a year since you started dating them, yet you aren’t any less obsessed than you were when you first started crushing on them. you can’t help it, they are just so effortlessly attractive in a way that had you both mesmerized and jealous, making wild fantasies run through your mind as though they were trying to win olympic medals in track. what’s worse is that they are fully aware of it as well, and often take advantage of your infatuation just to see you squirm underneath them. almost instinctively, they wedge one of their legs in between your thighs as they continue pressing you up against the wall until your back is completely flat against the hard surface, feeling you desperately grinding yourself on them for some stimulation.

still, a little friction isn’t nearly enough to get you anywhere, they are well aware of that fact as they reach underneath your skirt to dip their fingers past the waistband of your underwear. as they pulled it down, they could see out of the corner of their eyes that it’s their favorite pair, the dark blue ones made of silk with a little bow on it like a present, almost like you were planning on seducing them after their concert.

you let out a little moan when you felt two of their fingers entering your wet heat, throwing your arms around their neck for some stability. there were quite a few nerves of doing something like this backstage, but u-san already knew that everyone had already packed up and left during this time. besides, it’s not like they weren’t guilty of doing similar activities behind each other’s backs, but they weren’t about to tell you that, finding the imagined thrill much more entertaining with the way you clenched around their digits and whimpered every time they curled their knuckles into your sweet spot.

“god, you’re so soaked, just what kind of dirty things were you thinking about while i was performing?” they laughed, dropping to their knees and moving your legs over their shoulders for support before closing their lips around your clit, sucking gently while continuously moving their fingers.

you were getting increasingly flustered as you felt your orgasm coming closer and closer, both from their antics and from the detestably cheeky smile on their handsome face. they were making you melt like ice cream on a hot summer’s day, dripping all over them with arousal while they licked up your sweetness.

you aren’t quite sure what had gotten into you tonight. you’ve been seeing all of their concerts from the front row ever since they started out, singing and playing guitar to a couple of hundred on social media before finally blowing up like they deserved to, but there was something in the air, you suppose. maybe it was the suggestive song they were performing, maybe it was the way their hair clung to their skin while they sweat, maybe it was the amount of excitement knowing that the “special someone” they dedicated the love song to was you. you really have no idea, it could have been anything, but it doesn’t matter much now, not when you could feel shameless moans threatening to spill out.

“aw, are you getting close already, baby? you’re so cute, it’s hardly been five minutes.”

it’s all because they are too damn talented for their own good, both in the music industry and in the bedroom. their slender and flexible fingers aren’t just good for strumming string instruments. they know your body more than you do yourself, massaging the gummy spot that made you crazy while their tongue swirled around your clit.

you couldn’t help but reach out to tug on their dark locks when you reached your climax, pulling tightly as your entire body tensed while your vision became all splotchy. they didn’t mind the little bit of pain and the little bit of suffocation when your thighs tightened around their head, the only thing they were focused on was lapping up every last drop as you rode it out.

the sight of them licking their shiny lips was strangely erotic, but not nearly as much as the toothy grin they gave you once they were finished, “how about we head back to the hotel and finish what we started, huh?”