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h4nj1sunggg · 16 days ago

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₂ .𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 - ( h. jisung. )

pairing: rockstar!Han Jisung x groupie fem!reader.

genre: smut, fluff, angst, rockstar x groupie to lovers

words: 4.2k

summary: after Jisung left, he contacted you after months.

ᯓᡣ𐭩　 ( masterlist ) . playlist. part one.

warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex in a semi-public space (don't be silly), dirty talks, exhibitionism kink.

Months had passed, but the ache in your chest hadn’t quite faded. You told yourself it was anger that lingered—that simmering frustration at how easily Jisung had slipped away, leaving you to piece yourself together while he lit up stages in different cities.

You’d done your best to push him out of your mind, but every so often, his face would pop up on your social media feed, a reminder of what you could never have. You scrolled past videos of him smiling, laughing, pouring his soul into his performances. To the world, he was untouchable, larger than life. To you, he was just a man who had left.

When his text came, it caught you completely off guard.

Your heart sank into your stomach as you stared at the message, the screen illuminating your face in the dark room. You read it over and over, trying to make sense of the emotions it stirred in you.

After everything, after months of radio silence, he thought he could just waltz back into your life?

You tossed your phone onto the bed, running your hands through your hair as the frustration bubbled up again. Part of you wanted to ignore him, to let him sit in the silence he’d left you with. But another part—one that you hated to acknowledge—wanted to see him, to demand answers, to make him understand how much he’d hurt you.

By the time the next evening rolled around, you still hadn’t responded. You were convinced you wouldn’t go. But as the clock ticked closer to the concert’s start time, you found yourself pacing your apartment, torn between your pride and the pull he still seemed to have on you.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your jacket and headed out. You told yourself you weren’t doing this for him—you were doing this for you, for the closure you deserved.

When you arrived at the venue, the sound of the crowd was deafening, a mixture of excitement and chaos. His fame felt overwhelming here, even more so than before. But you pressed on, your steps carrying you toward the private entrance he’d told you about.

You weren’t sure what you’d say when you saw him. All you knew was that you were still angry, still hurt, and he was going to hear every bit of it.

The security guard at the private entrance barely glanced at you before letting you through, his instructions clear: “He’s in the green room.”

Your steps were hesitant, but your resolve remained firm. As you wound through the corridors, the muffled sound of fans screaming outside the venue reminded you of exactly who Jisung was to the world—and of how small your place in his life seemed in comparison.

Finally, you reached the door. His name was scrawled on a piece of tape stuck haphazardly to it, and the sight of it sent a wave of mixed emotions through you. You raised your hand to knock but hesitated. What if he dismissed your feelings? What if you were just setting yourself up to be hurt again?

Before you could decide, the door swung open, and there he was.

Jisung looked different. His hair was slightly longer, his features sharper, like time had matured him in ways you hadn’t expected. But his eyes—the warm brown that made you feel seen in ways no one else could—were the same.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice tentative, as if he wasn’t sure you’d actually show.

You folded your arms across your chest, leaning against the doorframe. “Hey,” you replied, your tone clipped.

He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. The room was cluttered, his things scattered across the couch and table—a hoodie here, a notebook there. It was so him, and yet it made your stomach churn with frustration.

“Thanks for coming,” he said, shutting the door behind you. He stood awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I wasn’t sure if you’d—”

“Why did you text me, Jisung?” you interrupted, cutting straight to the point. “After months of nothing, why now?”

He winced at your tone, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—I’ve been thinking about you. A lot, actually,” he admitted. “And I know I messed up. I know I left without giving you what you deserved. But I didn’t know how to—”

“How to what?” you snapped, your voice rising. “You didn’t know how to treat me like I mattered? How to say more than a half-assed thank-you before disappearing for months?”

He flinched at your words, his eyes dropping to the floor. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” he said quietly. “I didn’t think I’d—hurt you like this.”

“Well, you did,” you shot back. “You can’t just show up when it’s convenient for you and expect me to drop everyth-"

Before you could finish, Jisung closed the distance between you, his hands gently cupping your face as his lips pressed against yours. The kiss was urgent, almost desperate, as though he was trying to pour all his unspoken feelings into that single moment.

Your breath hitched, your body stiffening in surprise. For a split second, you considered pulling away, but the warmth of his touch and the familiarity of his scent clouded your judgment. Slowly, almost reluctantly, you melted into him, your hands gripping the front of his hoodie as if to anchor yourself.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes searching yours for a reaction.

Jisung's fingers tightened in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp. "Don't play coy with me," he mumbled low in his throat, the intensity of his gaze making it impossible to look away. "We both know why I'm here and what we both want."

His other hand slid down your side, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping between your thighs.He cupped your sex through the thin fabric of your shorts, applying pressure that made you bite back a moan.

"You're already wet for me,"he accused with a knowing smirk, rubbing circles against your clit. "I can feel how much you want this."

Oh fuck it, you thought.

"Please, Jisung," you whimpered as his fingers pressed deeper, his hands working on your waistband to push it down. "I need more. I need your mouth on me again."

Jisung don't waste time and your shorts finish on the floor, your back arched against the couch as he settled himself between your thighs.

"Like this?" he asked, voice dripping with seduction as he spread your thighs wide.

You nodded frantically, too desperate for relief to form words. With a wicked grin, Jisung buried his face between your legs and devoured you like a starving man.

His tongue lapped at your clit, swirling around the sensitive nub before sucking it into his mouth. Moans poured from your lips as he worked you over with renewed fervor. Your hips bucked against his face of their own accord, seeking more friction against that talented tongue.

Jisung's husky voice sent shivers down your spine as he murmured filthy promises against your slick folds.

"Gonna eat this sweet cunt until you're screaming for me, baby girl,"he purred, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive flesh.

His tongue traced the crease where thigh met sex, the tip dipping into your drenched slit to gather more of your arousal before slowly licking up to tease your clit.

He circled the swollen bud with deliberate slowness, each pass sending jolts of pleasure through you. "You taste so fucking good," Jisung growled, sucking your clit between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.

His hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them wider to deepen his access as he feasted on you in broad daylight. The risk of being caught only seemed to amp up his desire, driving him to be even more wanton in his oral assault.

Jisung's deft fingers probed your tight entrance, teasing the rim of your hole as his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. He pushed one finger inside you, curling it to rub against that sensitive spot within that made you see stars.

"Mmm, so tight," he groaned around your throbbing nub, pumping his digit slowly in and out while maintaining the pressure on your clit.

"missed you so fucking much baby," at his words your hips rolled shamelessly into his touch, desperate for more friction.

Jisung added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch you open further as he sucked harder on your clit.

The dual sensations were almost too much to handle - the gentle probing of his fingers and the intense suction from his mouth had you teetering on the brink of climax. Just when you thought release was imminent, Jisung pulled back with a wet pop. He looked up at you with dark eyes gleaming with lust. "Not yet," he warned breathlessly.

Jisung straightened, towering over you with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He palmed his rigid cock through his jeans, the bulge unmistakable even through the denim. "You want this?" he growled, voice low and rough with need.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard right here where anyone could walk in and catch us." The thought of being caught only seemed to inflame him further.

Jisung unzipped his pants, freeing his thick shaft which sprang up eagerly, already glistening with precum at the tip. "Gonna make you feel so good with this big dick that you're gonna forget about how mad you were before," he panted, fisting himself as he positioned himself between your spread thighs.

With one swift motion, he sheathed himself inside you to the hilt. A guttural moan tore from your throat at the sudden intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around him.

Jisung's hips started to move, driving into you with deep, powerful thrusts. His grunts of pleasure mingled with your moans as he pounded into your willing body. "Fuck yeah, take my cock," he snarled, his voice echoing off the walls.

"J-Jisung, oh god.."

He gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he ravaged you in broad daylight. The risk of discovery only seemed to heighten his arousal, each stroke more forceful than the last until it felt like he was trying to split you open.

"Let them hear you scream," Jisung commanded breathlessly, picking up the pace even more. "Want everyone to know who's fucking you so good."

With that challenge hanging in the air, he slammed into you one final time before stilling deep inside.

Jisung's cock twitched inside you as he came, his hot seed spurting deep into your womb. You could feel each pulse of his release against your inner walls, milking every last drop from him.

As the aftershocks faded, he collapsed onto you with a satisfied groan. "can you..," he panted into your ear, his voice breathy. "can you stay?"

"Okay." You mumbled breathless, with a final kiss to your forehead, he carefully extracted himself from your body and began to redress.

"I'll see you later, wait here after," he said softly with a hint of affection in his eyes, you both get dressed pretty fast, ready to go out again after the quick sex that you just had.

The manners that he has, the passion, something that makes your head spin.

The adrenaline of the concert and the private moment you shared still buzzed in your veins as you both stepped back into the world beyond the small, stolen space. Jisung was composed, his idol facade perfectly intact, though a faint flush lingered on his cheeks. You could still feel the ghost of his touch, the electric hum of your connection threading through your thoughts like a live wire.

The venue was alive with post-concert energy—fans still milling about, sharing their excitement, and staff bustling to wrap up the night. Jisung glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk playing on his lips as if the two of you shared a secret no one else in the room could possibly know.

He brushed his hand against yours briefly as you walked side by side, his way of tethering you to him without drawing attention. “I have to head back to the green room for a bit,” he said softly, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “Stay close.”

You nodded, your heart still racing. It wasn’t just the intimacy you’d shared—it was the way he looked at you, the way he seemed to pull you into his orbit like gravity.

Backstage, the chaos of post-show wrap-up swirled around you, but Jisung remained unbothered, his natural charm and easy smile guiding him through conversations with staff and bandmates. You stayed just out of the way, your presence discreet but undeniable.

He glanced over at you whenever he could, his eyes softening in those brief moments, as though you were the calm in the storm of his life.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only an hour, Jisung finally broke free from the crowd of responsibilities. He walked over to you, his hand casually brushing against your lower back as he leaned in close. “Ready?”

You didn’t need to ask where he was taking you. The answer didn’t matter. With Jisung, you’d go anywhere.

He led you outside into the cool night, the city still buzzing but quieter now, the energy of the concert lingering in the air. “You hungry?” he asked, his tone casual, but the way he looked at you made your stomach flip.

“Starving,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“I know a place,” he said, and without another word, he took your hand, his grip firm but gentle.

The two of you walked down the dimly lit streets, the hum of the city around you fading into the background. It wasn’t about where you were going—it was about the moments in between. The quiet jokes, the lingering glances, the way his thumb rubbed small, absent-minded circles against the back of your hand.

By the time you reached the small, tucked-away diner, it felt like you’d stepped into a different world. The neon sign flickered, and the smell of comfort food wafted through the air.

Inside, the place was almost empty, the late hour keeping most people away. Jisung chose a booth in the corner, sliding in across from you with a grin. “This is one of my favourite spots,” he said. “No one really knows about it. It’s quiet.”

You could see why he liked it. The soft hum of conversation from the only other table, the warmth of the decor—it was a world away from the stage lights and screaming fans.

As you both ordered and started to eat, the tension eased into something softer. He was still Han Jisung, the idol who commanded stages and captivated millions, but here, in this quiet moment, he was just a guy sharing fries and stories with you.

“You know,” he said, leaning back against the booth with a contented smile, “I don’t usually do this.”

“Do what?” you asked, mirroring his relaxed posture.

“Let someone in like this.” His eyes met yours, earnest and unguarded. “But with you... I don’t know. It feels right.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, shifting the atmosphere between you. Jisung ran a hand through his hair, his gaze dropping to the table as if summoning the courage to continue.

“It’s... not easy,” he began, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “Letting someone see past the surface, I mean. The stage, the idol persona, the version of me that’s always smiling and acting like everything’s fine. It’s exhausting sometimes.”

You stayed silent, sensing he needed the space to unravel his thoughts.

“It’s not that I don’t want to get close to people,” he continued, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the table. “I just… I get scared. Scared of what they’ll see if they look too closely. Scared of being vulnerable and then having it thrown back in my face.”

His confession tugged at something deep within you. You could see it now, the weight he carried, the way his bright smile often hid a storm beneath the surface.

“I’ve tried before,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a sadness that made your chest ache. “But it’s hard to trust when the world feels like it’s constantly watching, waiting for you to mess up. And the more you let someone in, the more they could hurt you if they wanted to. Sometimes it feels safer to keep people at arm’s length, you know?”

You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. “Yeah, I get that,” you said softly. “But keeping people out doesn’t make the fear go away. It just makes you lonely.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours, and there it was again—that raw, unfiltered honesty that had drawn you to him in the first place. “You’re right,” he murmured, his lips curving into a faint smile. “I’ve been lonely for a long time. Even surrounded by people, it still feels like I’m alone sometimes.”

The vulnerability in his voice broke your heart a little, but it also made you want to protect him, to show him he didn’t have to carry that burden alone.

“You don’t have to do this by yourself, Jisung,” you said, your voice firm but gentle. “It’s okay to let someone in. Not everyone’s going to hurt you.”

He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table, his expression softening. “That’s the thing about you,” he said quietly. “You don’t feel like everyone else. With you, it’s not just about the moment or the fun or the thrill. It’s something deeper. And that scares me too.”

“Why?” you asked, your heart pounding.

“Because if I let you in, really let you in, and something happens... I don’t think I could handle that.”

The honesty of his admission took your breath away. But instead of pulling back, you leaned in, meeting him where he was.

“Then don’t push me away,” you said simply. “Let’s figure this out together. Whatever happens, we’ll face it. I’m not going anywhere, Jisung.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, his eyes searching yours as if trying to decide whether to believe you. Then, slowly, his expression softened into something you could only describe as hope.

“Okay,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Months passed.

Months had passed since that night at the diner, and life had settled into its usual rhythm—or so it seemed from the outside. Jisung had returned to Korea to continue his whirlwind schedule of promotions, recordings, and performances, while you stayed in your hometown, navigating your own day-to-day life.

But the connection you’d built didn’t waver. If anything, the distance seemed to sharpen it, every message and call becoming a lifeline tethering you to him.

There were nights when his voice would come through your phone, soft and low as he lay in bed after a long day.

“I miss you,” he’d confess, the vulnerability in his tone always catching you off guard. “I know I’m supposed to be used to this—being away from people I care about—but with you... it’s harder.”

And there were mornings when you’d wake to texts from him, the time stamp revealing that he’d stayed up late just to talk to you before you started your day.

Jisung: You looked so cute in that picture you sent last night. I saved it. Hope that’s not weird.You: Weird, but also sweet. I’ll allow it.Jisung: Good. Because I would've done anyway eheh

Sometimes, when his schedule allowed, he’d surprise you with a video call, his face lighting up the screen even if he looked exhausted.

“You’re my break,” he’d say, a small, tired smile on his lips. “Talking to you makes everything feel a little less crazy.”

And then there were the shared moments that weren’t planned at all. The times he’d send you a voice note at 2 a.m. Korea time, a snippet of a song he was working on.

“Just something I’m playing with,” he’d say, his voice hushed like he didn’t want anyone to hear. “I was thinking about you when I wrote it.”

Or the care packages you’d exchange—small, thoughtful reminders of each other. You’d send him snacks from your hometown, and he’d send you trinkets from places he visited, often accompanied by handwritten notes that made your heart ache with how much you missed him.

One day, a box arrived with a sweatshirt inside, one you instantly recognized from a photo he’d sent months ago.

Jisung’s note: I know it’s cheesy, but I wanted you to have something of mine. Wear it when you miss me, okay?

You did, of course, and you sent him a picture of yourself wrapped in it, the sleeves too long on you but comforting all the same.

You: It smells like you. This is dangerous. I might never take it off.Jisung: Then I guess I’ll have to bring you another one when I see you baby ;)

The moments you shared weren’t grand gestures or dramatic declarations—they were small, quiet, and deeply intimate. They were the kind of moments that made the distance bearable, even when it felt like the space between you was an ocean too wide to cross.

But even as the months passed, there was a question neither of you dared to ask out loud: how long could you keep this up? How long before the distance became too much, before the longing turned into something heavier, harder to carry?

Jisung: I got you the ticket for the next show :) You: I cannot wait to see you

After the concert, you managed to sneak backstage. You’d perfected the art of blending in with the chaos, and tonight was no different. You weren’t sure if it was sheer confidence or pure luck, but there you were, leaning against a wall, waiting for him to notice.

When Jisung finally walked into the room, his eyes swept across the space and landed on you. A small smirk tugged at his lips. “You again?” he asked, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

“Me again,” you replied, flashing him a daring smile.

“You’re bold,” he said, stepping closer. “What makes you think you’ll get away with this?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Because you let me.”

His laugh was soft but full of amusement. “Touché.”

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Careful, though. Keep this up, and I might start looking for you.”

The promise in his words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, and in that moment, the world outside faded. “Is that a challenge?”you asked, your heart pounding as you searched his eyes for the intent behind his playful demeanor.

“Depends on how you play your cards,” he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. The chemestry between you crackled in the air, making the dim room feel charged with possibilities.

You said taking a step closer,“I’m feeling lucky tonight,” emboldened by his playful attitude, “What’s the wrost that could happen?”

Jisung leaned against the wallbeside you, crossing his arms, a grin spreading across his face. “A lot,” he replied, his gaxe lingering on your lips for a heartbeat longer than necessary.

“But I think you would enjoy it.” You raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

A mischievous glint ignited in his eyes as he pushed himself off the wall, closing the distance between you.

“Alright then, let’s raise the stakes. How about a game of truth or dare?” His voice was low, almost teasing, and the room seemed to pulse with an electric energy.

“Truth or dare? Really?” you laughed, feigning nonchalance, but your heart raced at the thought of where this might lead.

“You’re on.”

“Dare,” he said, his bravado unwavering.

You thought for a moment, weighing your options, before deciding to lean into the playful tension. “I dare you to kiss me,” you declared, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your stomach.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but the glimmer in his eyes revealed he was more than ready to accept your challenge.

He stepped closer until you could feel the warmth radiating off him, the air thick with anticipation. “Bold choice,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly as he leaned in.

The world around you vanished completely, leaving only the two of you in this moment suspended in time. His lips brushed against yours—soft, tentative at first—but as you melted into the kiss, he deepened it, igniting a fire within you that sent your thoughts spiraling.

Your heart raced, the sound of it echoing in your ears as you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace. When he finally pulled away, both of you breathless, a grin broke across his face.

“Guess I should have expected that from you,” he teased, his eyes sparkling with delight. Embarrassment tinged your cheeks, but you couldn’t help but smile back.

“What can I say? I like to gamble.”

“Let’s see how lucky you really are,” he challenged, a hint of something more serious weaving into his playfulness.

“Your turn. Truth or dare?” You felt the weight of the moment settle around you, and with a newfound confidence, you replied, “Dare, of course.”

His smile widened, the kind of smile that made your heart race all over again. There was something electric in the air now, something that felt heavier than before. As if the world around you had tilted and suddenly everything felt more alive.

"Alright then," he said, his voice low and deliberate. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "I dare you to—" he paused, letting the tension build, "—kiss me back."

The challenge in his voice was undeniable. He was pushing you further now, testing the boundaries of this playful game, and it’s getting hotter in the small place of the waiting room.

For a heartbeat, you hesitated. The cheeky dare, the challenge in his eyes, and the overwhelming chemistry between you made it impossible to think clearly. But that hesitation was fleeting, replaced with a fierce spark of boldness.

You stepped forward, closing the gap between you again, your movements sure. Without a word, you took him by surprise, your hands slipping into his hair as you pulled him toward you. The kiss was instant and unrestrained.

This time, you didn’t wait for him to lead. You matched his intensity, kissed him back with a fire of your own. His grip tightened around you, pulling you closer, until it felt like nothing else in the world mattered except the two of you.

When the kiss ended, neither of you immediately pulled away. Your foreheads rested against each other as the room seemed to swirl around you.

He was the first to speak, his voice a bit breathless. "Well, now I know... you're definitely not afraid of taking risks."

You smirked, teasing, "Who says I’m afraid of anything?"

His eyes darkened, a mischievous glint still dancing in them. "Careful," he warned, his tone shifting, now more serious, "you just might tempt fate too much."

You leaned back, giving him a questioning look, but before you could speak, he held up his hands. "But I’m not complaining."

You chuckled, feeling the lingering heat between you, but the game was far from over.

"Your turn," he said, his voice now playful again, but there was something more challenging about it. "Truth or dare?"

You looked him up and down, your mind racing. The stakes were higher now, and the room felt charged with anticipation. You could feel your pulse quicken at the thought of what could come next.

Without hesitation, you answered, "Dare."

A slow smile spread across his face. He was thinking, the wheels in his mind turning. Then, his grin turned devious. "Alright, here it is. I dare you to take a risk. A real one."

Your brow furrowed slightly, trying to decipher what he meant. "What kind of risk?"

He raised an eyebrow, enjoying your confusion. "I dare you to tell me what you're really thinking right now. No games, no hiding. The truth."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Your heart thudded louder in your chest. The playful atmosphere had shifted, and now there was something more intimate, more vulnerable in the air. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, waiting for you to break.

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how exposed you were, how easily this could turn from fun and games into something much more serious. But then again, maybe that was exactly what he was daring you to do—be real.

You took a deep breath, letting the silence hang between you for a moment longer before answering. "I'm thinking... that I’m really starting to like you."

His expression softened, and for a second, the tension between you seemed to ease. Then, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes held something deeper. "Funny," he said, "I was thinking the exact same thing."