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lightdrabbles · 6 years ago

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title: amo

pairing: brian kang/youngk x female reader

disclaimers: explicit language, smut, drinking.

genre: fluff&smut.

summary: your favorite band was finally touring, unfortunately for you, you were driving to another city to see them, and none of your friends even liked them. fortunately, however, while at the bar, you find yourself befriending a guy in a somewhat similar situation.

authors note: i’m currently listening to “amo” by bmth which is what inspired me to write this after seeing the prompt. also uh don’t go home with strange people at gigs ig ??? i’ve never have a bad experience with them at the gig but yeah. also this was not re-read through so uhm.

word count: 3.4k what the fuck

your rings hit the side of the plastic cup filled with water, forgetting your fake i.d at home before you drove to the busy main city a few towns over, you were currently stuck on water. you’d much rather be drinking a vodka and cola at this point, after meeting your fave band, and watching the crowd fill the barrier. you should probably head over there to score a decent place in the crowd where you can’t get hit by a crowd surfer but also have a good view of the band that you dedicated the past three years of your life to.

as you turned around from the bar to walk to the barrier, you hear someone speak to you, “hey, sorry, but are you here alone?”

you look up from the cup, to the man speaking, raising your eyebrow, “sorry it’s just you give off the aura you’re here alone and my friend has basically just ditched me for one of the girls working backstage.” he rubs the back of his neck before notioning to another guy, who waves at him, giving him a thumbs up, and you take a look at him. he’s highkey attractive, and you wonder why he’s talking to you, “also i kinda hate mosh pits alone but i also love them and need someone to participate with me.”

you smile a little, holding back a laugh, if you were with this strange guy, maybe you wouldn’t be so scared of standing in the crowd. “i actually am, all my friends hate this band.”

this time he raises his eyebrow, “hate them? 3racha are one of the best upcoming rock bands of the late twenty tens.”

“that’s what i said!” you almost exclaim, and he laughs.

“i’m brian, you want a drink?” he asks, notioning towards the fully stocked bar, and you bite your lip softly, nodding your head.

“___, nice to meet you. i’ll have a vodka and cola.”

you watch the bartender prepare your drink, while he opens a beer for your new friend. after you receive your drinks you make your way to the small crowd to watch soundcheck, the doors for general admission would be opening in about forty minutes, so you had time to enjoy the music while being around the second row.

after soundcheck was over, you had about twenty minutes left to talk to brian, and he was the one who sparked up the conversation first, motioning towards the tattoos he could see through the band shirt you had cut the sleeves off, and tied at your waist and the high waisted, black, leather mini skirt. “what’s the story behind these,” he motioned, first towards the roses that layered your left arm, and you proceeded to tell him a story about how you were lost as a child and roses helped you home.

as you waited for the first band to head on stage you found out he was in his own band, with jae, the friend who had “abandoned” him, he loved travelling and was currently studying in his masters at college. you’d have to remember not to mention you had just started your first year; he’d totally find it weird knowing you were nineteen.

finally, after what seemed like hours, the show had began. the first opening act, riot fever, had managed to storm through their set, even with the venue still filling up, and nobody singing when they asked for it during one of their songs. as they finished and the stage was changing over for the next act, 15&, brian’s attention was pulled away from another conversation you were having about how friends suck.

when his attention was back, he looked down to you and started to speak, pushing a backstage pass to your face, “maybe friends don’t suck,” he laughed as you took the pass.

“how the fuck?”

he looked over at jae, who had his arm around a girl, “you see the girl he’s been talking to all night? part of the crew, not just the backstage staff.”

that made your night entirely. you reached to grab the pass from him but he moves it away from your face before you can, “no way, little lady. how do i know you’re not about to take this and find another guy? hm. gotta prioritise myself.” he tells you over the music playing in the background; as he speaks your favorite song comes on -- drown by bring me the horizon. you wanna scream the song out at the top of your lungs but your attention is on the man in front of you.

“why would i do that?”

he taps your nose slightly before you find yourself being pushed closer to him as people gather closer to the barrier, you wanna yell at the person who pushed you, but when brian wraps his arms close around your waist and whispers, “hey, i got you, it’s fine.” your anger just melts away.

15& played their set, and finally 3racha were due on. the group of 5 members had been your safe space since you were sixteen, now you finally get to see them live. during their set, you had helped multiple crowd surfers and had been pushed even closer to brian. there was something about his manor that made you drawn to him, so when the lead singer, chris, came up to the mic and asked everyone to turn to the person next to them and give them a hug -- a sign of respect for each other, your heart pounded in your chest, as brian grabs your shoulders, pushing you towards his chest and into a hug. the embrace warm, and you lean your head on his chest before you break out of the hug.

it happened fast, when his lips found yours, surrounded by people in a sweaty concert, you lost yourself. “damn, we got a couple of love birds in the audience right now,” the bassist, felix, had yelled, gathering your attention as you pulled away from the kiss. the way his hands lingered over your waist, just above your ass made you wonder if he was trying to go further with it.

you looked at the stage, as people cheered, a blush forming on your cheeks, your ears burning red with everything that was happening. “let’s dedicate this song to you two, then,” felix said into the microphone as they started to play their latest single, “XO”.

the rest of the set felt different somehow, brian never moving his arm from your waist, making sure nobody kicked you in the head when crowd surfing. and finally 3racha had finished their show, the venue leaving.

brian turned to you, as everyone headed to merch, “so backstage?”

you bit your lip softly, looking at the time on your phone. you hadn’t planned on staying in town, but hopefully making your way home before midnight. it was only eleven, but if you went backstage, there was a big chance of more drinks and you’d have to pay out for a hotel or sleep in your car.

on the other hand; here was an insanely attractive man, who had scored you backstage passes to your favorite band. “backstage.” you nodded your head.

he smiles brightly, “want another drink before we go?”

you nodded again and the older man walked back to the bar quickly, seeing his friend jae standing there with his arm candy. after a few moments he turned so he was facing you again and motioned you to head over. dragging your feet to the bar you stood next to him as he pulled his arm around you, “jae, chungha, this is ___.”

“hi.” you smiled. your drink was passed to you by the bartender as he filled up a tray with shots and various other drinks, you took a small sip before making a face at it. “jesus christ,” you muttered.

“too much vodka, not enough coke?” the female, chungha said, smirking a little.

“something like that,” you replied, almost laughing.

brian looked at you, “sorry,” he whispered into your ear as chungha had grabbed a few bottles of beer before jae grabbed the tray.

“backstage?” she asked, and the two of you nodded. “i’m just gonna say the boys get hella rowdy after a show and tonight’s was insane, so if they’re loud, or try and beat each other then, well. yeah.” she said as the four of you walked past some members of the crew backstage. brian’s arm never leaving your shoulder as he occasionally sipped on the beer in his hand.

tonight was definitely going down in the best nights of your life. chungha had passed beers to a few members of the crew before you had reached a room backstage. “we’re probably gonna be here for like an hour before the guys go out to meet fans and i think they wanna head to a club or something afterwards. maybe they’ll just hang out in the bus with some music, extra booze.”

brian pulls you down onto a sofa as you enter the room where three of the members of 3racha are already sat. “oh,” he whispers in your ear, “i totally lied by the way,” you raise your eyebrows. “i kinda know the guys.”

you look around the room, taking a sip from your drink, you try to steady your breathing.

“god i’m out of it,” chris said, grabbing a shot of tequila from the tray and downing it as he ran a towel through his damp hair. he looked at you, then brian and laughed softly, “hope he’s treating you right, honey.”

you take another sip of your drink, pulling your legs onto the couch, and leaning against brian, “what’s that-”

“ignore him, ___. he’s been like this since highschool.” he mutters, rubbing his fingers over your arm. you look up at him as he looks down at you, smiling softly.

maybe the fact you had 2 glasses of the mixture swimming in your gut, but you wouldn’t mind if brian had asked you back to his place; wherever that may be. “you’ve been there through everything with 3racha, then?”

he nods his head, “mhm. helped them write their first few songs,” he tells you as felix opens up a bottle of beer, but instead of a normal way - he slams it against the table, breaking the glass, causing everyone to look at him. felix wasn’t even twenty one yet, and here chungha was, feeding a starting alcohol habit. you couldn’t really say much, you were nineteen and on your second drink of the night.

“jesus christ, felix.”

“shit, i’m fuckin’ sorry. gross, i smell of beer.”

“yeah that’s what typically happens when you smash a bottle of beer. dumb fuck.” changkyun, the drummer, said, slapping the boy on the back of his head.”if yunho or jooheon saw that they would’ve locked you in a guitar case.”

“how would i even fit into a guitar case?!” felix almost shrieks in anger, and changkyun just gives him a glare - an almost evil glare.

as if by magic the last two members of the group walk into the dressing room, seeing alcohol sitting on a tray in the middle of the table, they both grab a cup of something, before they see the glass on the floor. “jesus, who did that?” jooheon says, rolling his eyes and taking a seat next to you.

okay ___, stay cool. one of your favorite guitarists isn’t exactly sat next to you right now.

he stops drinking the alcohol in his hand, looks at you then chris, then brian and back to you, “uh hi?”

you turn to him, “hi.” you reply back, brian’s arm gets tighter around you, now leaving your arm and sitting on your side. you turn your attention to him, after he puts his beer glass down, he places his fingers under your chin and pulls you into the second kiss of the night. this time it’s more heated as music starts playing in the dressing room.

if your mother could see you now, she would probably scream at you. call you a whore, or something else. she didn’t even know you were out of town that night, thinking you were with your friend, jamie. the kiss gets more intense, fast, his tongue pressing against yours, his teeth occasionally biting down into your bottom lip.

“dude, if you’re gonna makeout with her take it to the tour bus, i’ll give you the keys and you can use the back room.” yunho almost throws a pillow at the two, as brian pulls away. he pulls off his bandana holding back all the blonde hair, and throws it over at his friend.

“shut up,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, but this time it’s soft and sweet. he leans down to your ear, whispering, “i’d love to take you back to my place, but only if you’re okay with it.”

fuck yeah you were okay with it, inside of telling him, you respond with a kiss of your own. hand grabbing the back of his neck, holding him as close to you as you can.

for the next hour, you find yourself listening to music, getting to know the boys of 3racha, and drinking. while occasionally locking lips with the man you had met only a few hours ago.

they agreed to drop the two of you off at brian’s apartment, only twenty minutes away from the venue, and even though you dreaded leaving your car where it was parked, you didn’t want to risk the idea of getting into a car accident. plus it was already two in the morning.

when the two of you are finally in the apartment, you immediately take off your shoes, holding the red heals in your hand, you feel brian hold onto your waist. “so, we can order a pizza, i have some more booze laying around, or we could get to fucking first and i can take you out for breakfast tomorrow.” he whispers in your ear, leaving a line of soft kisses down the back of your neck, your hair had already been pulled into a bun the minute 3racha had entered the stage.

you turned your body around, “hm, pizza, sex and alcohol? sounds like a plan.” with your answer, you kiss him again, lips feeling like heaven as he taps your butt softly.

“any allergies i should know of?”

you shake your head as he gives you a small tour of the apartment, leading you finally into the bedroom. he looks you up and down, untying the bow you had at the bottom of your shirt, before pulling it over your head and kissing your lips again. his hands find themselves tangled in your hair as he pushes you down to the bed. “fuck the pizza, i need you first.” he says as he manages to push his way out of the skinny jeans on his waist.

quickly he pulls down your skirt, hands gripping at your thighs. you were always insecure about the way they pushed together but his eyes latched onto them, marking them with hickies along the inside. you mentally thanked yourself for shaving last night. and shaving everywhere. he moves up to your face, kissing you softly again, hands trailing down the bra straps before he eventually unclasps the back. “sit on my face.”

you gulp a little, sobering up somewhat with his words. you shook your head a little, your bra still covering up your breasts. “i - i can’t.” you tell him.

raising his eyebrow, “it wasn’t a question, babydoll. sit. on. my. face.”

you hesitate but find yourself adjusting your position and sitting on his face, to put it blunt. his hands grip at your underwear, the faded pink lace. you didn’t assume anything was going to happen that night, so you weren’t going to throw on your good pair of matching lingerie. brian bites down on your left thigh, but softly, enough to leave another mark not to the point of actual pain. he pulls your underwear off, snapping the band. “sorry,” he whispers into your thigh, throwing the pair of busted panties to the side, “if you’re a good girl, i’ll buy you some new ones.” he teases before going straight to the gold.

his tongue flicks over your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs, leaving bruises. he warms you up before his tongue enters you, exploring the new area. you lean your hands against the headboard of his bed, nails digging into it. using one hand to keep you still, brian’s fingers find your clit this time, slight pressure added as he uses two fingers to rub it.

you weren’t a virgin by any point, but it had been so long to the point of you could’ve came from any dirty talk.

his mouth moves away, “fuck, you’re so damn sweet.” he mutters, before his mouth is back at your entrance. you needed something more to feel a stronger orgasm, but at the way he was going, you were about to cum.

“i’m gonna - shit,” you mutter, feeling your legs start to plummet, “shit.” you repeat. breathing heavy, your throat felt dry as brian pulled away again.

“you gonna cum, baby?” a smirk is present on his face as you look down at him, nodding your head. “good girl.”

the second his tongue latches itself back around you, you feel the waves in your stomach as your orgasm approaches you. brian helps you ride it out, and helps you off him, laying you down on the bed, your bra now long gone too. he pulls his shirt off, your hands immediately going towards running down his stomach. another kiss is pressed against your mouth as he lets you catch your breath. “you did well,” he tells you, a hand pressed against your cheek. “the place that’s open at this time takes forty minutes, i’m gonna order it and then i’m going to ruin you.” he kisses you again, before leaving the room.

you sit up on your elbows, going to your bag that was thrown near the edge of the bed to check the time and see if your mother had called your best friend yet. aside from a few twitter and instagram notifications you had barely anything to see. it was closer to two am now, you knew your mother was about to kill you if she had seen the snapchat stories you had been posting all night. you had various notifications from your friends on that app, and as you were about to check them, the male walked back into the room.

“you ready, sweetheart?” he asks you, as you lock your phone, looking up at him and smirking. your phone gets placed on a bedside table, and before you know it, brian is pushing you back onto the bed, leaving hickies over your neck, throat, both your breasts and down your stomach, god, you were going to have a hard time explaining this to your family but in the moment, you were in bliss.

he grabs a condom from the bedside table, ripping it open with his teeth and slides it on, his boxers long gone. it doesn’t take him long before he has himself lined up, and pressing against you, your faces pressed together in a deep makeout. your hands dragging along his back with every thrust he made. your lipstick long gone, and your eye makeup smudged already. he stops for a second, taking your appearance in.

“what?”

“nothing, you just look beautiful.” he tells you, and you find yourself blushing before he continues his pace and speed. it continues for what seems like no time at all, as you fall deep into the mattress. “you tell me when you’re close, babydoll. i wanna hear you scream.”

fuck. those words sent you into oblivion, “god, i’m gonna cum.” you mutter only a few minutes later, to which he replies with a bite of your earlobe. after you let out a string of loud moans, and curses, he emptied himself into you. the pair of you sweating, looking at each other.

you shut your eyes for a split second, but wake up to brian pushing one of his shirts over your torso, and telling you the pizza had arrived.

“do you wanna go out with me sometime?” he asks out of the blue, as you’re halfway through a slice of pizza. you swallow and nod your head, smiling at him.

“i’d like that a lot.”

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