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Famed cardiac surgeon Zayne Li has a little secret: he's obsessed with a girl group.
Well, not the whole group, necessarily. Just you.
You're his bias. How could he not love you? He'd thought he was dreaming the day a group of nurses started talking about the newest girl group that Linkon Entertainment was debuting and they mentioned your name. There was no way his childhood friend managed to fulfill her dreams of being an idol, but sure enough, you were in the picture they showed him.
He started stanning you right then and there.
It had been three years since that fateful encounter, and he'd been following you ever since. The other girls were talented, sure, but it was like you were the only person on stage when he tuned in to your performances or music videos. He owned every album, every photocard--even the rarest ones that he had to cough up part of his surgeon salary for--and even the group's limited-edition lightstick (always set to your signature color, of course). He'd even managed to see you in concert last time you came to Linkon City. A 28-year-old man, still in his suit and tie, stood out among the crowd, but he couldn't care; not when you were so close to him.
Recently, your management had announced that you were finally going to release a solo album. For some stupid reason, you were the last to debut solo, so the entire fandom was hyping up the release. He hadn't been able to watch the lead single's MV livestream, nor participate in the leadup to the album's release, so he went into it completely blind.
He was shocked when he pushed play and sultry RnB flooded into his ears. Zayne was expecting something, well....pop-y, like the kind of music your group usually put out. this was vastly different. this was.....downright sensual.
His gaze was transfixed on the screen as you danced, caressing some nameless backup dancer's chest as you crooned into his ear. God, he wished that was him. The outfit you were wearing could be called revealing in polite company; he'd call it outright lingerie. The light blue lace was incredibly flattering on you, and the low cut of the neckline was making him sweat.
Zayne was hard by the time the video ended.
Pressing play again, he unfastened his trousers, pushing down his boxers to free his red, leaking cock. Sure, he'd fantasized about you before (and it was a little parasocial, you didn't have to remind him), but he'd never gone as far to touch himself while watching a music video.
That all changed now.
As you sang about being wooed, he palmed himself, letting out a muffled groan. you crawled on the mattress as he started to lazily stroke himself, teasing the head with his thumb.
What kind of person does this make me?, he wondered. Not like you'd ever know about it; you'd probably forgotten all about the young boy you knew back then. There was something a little thrilling about that fact.
He pressed replay over and over and over, letting your voice wash over him as he fervently thrust into his hand. If he tried hard enough, he could pretend that the hand was yours, soft gentle, as you stroked him and told him how much you'd missed him.
As you sang the final note of the song, he came, letting out a loud groan as his spend splattered onto his hand.
And, once he'd recovered, he opened a new tab in his browser and began to type:
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